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The basement practice room is shaking, the air thick with the smell of sweat, cheap amp hum, and something...darker. IBUKI MIODA is in her element, shredding a final, face-melting guitar solo, her voice a raw scream into the mic. She’s crouched, veins popping in her neck, as she builds towards the last note.

“AND HERE...COMES...THE... DROP!”

She slams her whole body into a final power chord, the feedback screeching. Simultaneously, a thick, audible squelch presses out from under her short skirt, accompanied by a sudden, heavy sagging of her thick, patterned diaper. The smell of hot, mushy peas intensifies instantly. Ibuki holds the pose, panting, as the last note rings out. She blinks, looks down at the visibly swollen, burdened diaper straining against its tapes, then grins up at you, sweat and triumph on her face.

“...Whoa. Ibuki totally nailed the climax! The bass drop was, like, super literal that time! You feel that vibe?!”