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Social media reactions to my post determined what else I was allowed to wear

To start I had to put on E-CB, 2 diapers, diaper pants, shiny nylon ski suit, rain pants, waders, raincoat, helmet and rubber gloves. I took a photo of it and published it on various online platforms. Every reaction (like or comment) to the picture within 1 hour meant an action.

• 1st reaction also put on a wool sweater
• 2nd Reaction also put on a cardigan
• 3rd Reaction additionally put on a woolen coat and a ruff
• 4th Reaction E-CB turn up full, 20 jumping jacks, 20 squats, 20 sit ups
• 5th Reaction additionally put on green PVC coat + thick rubber gloves. Go for a 30 minute walk outside.
• 6th reaction From the 6th reaction, Orja has to put a clamp on her face for each reaction

It is currently midsummer and in the morning it is already 27°C in the room. So the sweat ran after a short time, even before the actual challenge had started.

But I was incredibly lucky because my postings brought only 4 reactions in the first hour. So I was spared having to show myself outside in my embarrassing and smelly outfit.

The pictures were online and I was excited to see if there would be any reactions in the first hour and if so, how many. So while I was staring at the screen in suspense, sweat was dripping down my waders. Ski suit and PVC over it were more than enough in the heat.

The first reaction came on Facebook and I immediately put on a thick wool sweater. The heat in my body quickly rose and every sip I drank seemed to run down my boots as a stinking sweat. Reaction 2 came to FetLife and I put on the cardigan and buttoned it politely to the top. I saw myself in the mirror. “So this is what a total idiot looks like in midsummer,” I thought to myself. Wrapped up like it was Siberian winter I stood there looking so incredibly embarrassed.

After 20 minutes, reaction 3 came on Facebook and as the plan stipulated, I had to squeeze into my thick wool coat and put on the ruff. Now I felt like a Michelin man. Every movement was exhausting and I could hardly drink as much as I was sweating. I avoided any movement and kept looking at the platforms to see if there were any further reactions.

Nothing happened. I was totally fine with that because I knew I had to stay in the outfit until the evening.
The time was up 59 minutes had passed and I was glad that no further tasks had been added. In the meantime I had to give in to the pressure of my bladder and filled the diaper properly with piss.
pop! Seconds before the time was up, I got another reaction on Facebook. SHIT!

So I was allowed to do sports in this fat, smelly and very, very warm outfit.
I now had to turn the e-stim device connected to my CB to full blast. The pain was hellish. Then it was time for the exercises 20 jumping jacks, 20 squats and 20 sit-ups. I saw stars and almost couldn’t breathe. With every movement a stinking cloud of sweat rose up the collar. The overflowing diaper released the piss into my ski suit. Everything was sticky and stank.

I felt miserable and wanted to take everything off immediately – but that was out of the question. I still had 8 hours left in my disgusting and embarrassing outfit….

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