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  1. Hello, hello..And welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories: Version 2! A few things will have changed from the original here , but Faust assures you that it should be a bit...neater, and cleaner than the previous one. Faust thanks all of you for all of the replies, selections, and stories from the last one..And Faust hopes one day that we catch up to the predecessor! A few things will be the same as old, and a few things will be new. So, without further delay, Faust will begin said introduction to things...! As usual, there are choices to be made, even this early on. And, as before....Faust expects this one to be a myriad of stories, rather than one long drawn out one. [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (The Ever Popular setting from before returns: But with a twist! Another Note usually was deemed to be whatever...But, in this thread, Another note covers a school day, every time! While this doesn't mean one absolutely has to attend, it generally means you can count on the location of the majority of the cast to be regular as always.) Family Featurettes: (Formerly Faust's Family Featurettes, This story explores the families of the selected character! Whether this involves avoiding, tormenting, or seducing them is up to the commenters, of course...) Sun and Moon, Faust Style: (For all of you Pokemon Fans out there! This will take the story through a world themed around the latest in the pokemon Series, Pokemon Sun and moon. You'll be dropped in at a random point to work with, and it may or may not be related to the mainline story in the fiction thread. ) Faust's Holiday Fun: (A setting based around the holidays! While it's fitting for now, this one will permit you to have the fun of a holiday at any time of the year! Christmas, Halloween, Valentine's Day...Or even birthdays!) Faust's Magical Academy: (A setting based around the Magical Academy that Faust has created. With a Hierarchy of rank, and a disproportionate ratio of female to male students, one can expect a charged session through this. And that's not including the actual magic courses, if you can tear yourself away from the affections) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters!) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to Decide! One may end up in a world already known, or something new entirely! It's entirely up to AuthorFaust, and results may vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable..) Faust's Town Adventures: (A setting where you are able to go around on a day off, rather than attend school and classes. While by no means do you rule the town, you can find many people on these days off...and surely you can come up with some kind of shenanigans during this timeframe....) Private Bedroom: (For those times when you don't want a serious plot, but merely raw lust, or a prolonged session with another: This one cuts the chaff of getting into a vulgar situation by letting you start with that lust out in the open air!) (Must be playing on Vulgar rating) (Others may be added at a later date) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] The lead of the majority of Faust's Fics, and one that is most known. Prominent in bouts of adventure, and Lust...(To the point of being spiritually linked to Saril, the Goddess of Lust), Faust usually has a gentle personality, but suffers from a troublesome urge to do whatever he's told....Especially by females. [Notes: Holds a [Wet Note] at all times. Able to be used in any storyline.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] A twin-tailed pinkette, with a curvy figure, and a cutesy, third person person manner of speaking. Though a lot of people have their eyes on her, she only has eyes for one... [Notes: Only Engages in Lustful activities with Faust, and is unlikely to willingly pee outside of a toilet...More likely to hold to the point of an accident. Cannot be selected as the main character in Family Featurettes] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] A green haired girl with a long ponytail, and a modest figure. Her stern, no-fun-allowed attitude seems to rub some people the wrong way...But it seems something else is being hid by the girl with an amazingly embarrassing, lustful family. [Notes: Sometimes Holds a [Wet Note] at stories. Unlikely to engage in lewd activity, without some firm nudging, or high needs...] Eoria Karakuri: [Female] A silver haired girl, with a mind for science, a modest figure....and a naughty side barely concealed. Creator of the robotic figure O.M.O.R.A., She tends to get involved in some projects, to the point of neglecting certain needs... [Notes: Can modify OMORA during her runs. Cannot be Selected for Magical Academy. Starts with a Desperation Visor] Saiga Giriko: [Female] A crimson haired girl with a mind for mechanics, a sizable figure....And a much more serious nature. Partner to Eoria, and self-proclaimed Domme, Saiga knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to tell you how she feels about something. [Notes: Can Modify OMORA during her runs: Cannot be selected for Magical Academy.] Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] A petite girl with orange hair, held up in twintails similar to dog ears, earning the Moniker 'Chihuahua.' She has a natural curiosity towards some lewder things, and is very eager to please...And to indulge in a little harmless, mischievous fun. [Notes: Always has an 'Omo-Weekly' on hand, and a bottle of water. Cannot be used for Magical Academy) [And More to be unraveled as stories unfold] [Guest Characters:] (Unlike last time: This is not a place for Suggestions of new characters. No, It's a segment to establish what kind of characters you can find, and in what stories. The last one was pretty muddled, after all....And this will let you know which story to pick to see someone. In addition, certain characters can be unlocked through repeated interaction with them. While the whole list won't be revealed off the bat, each category has a few examples...) Another Note: [You are likely to run into Fellow Students, and Authority Figures.] (Examples Include: Ellie Troit, Lillica Plumb, and Youmu Konpaku) Family Featurettes: [You are likely to run into characters related to your player character] (Examples include: Juuni Neptunia, Wynnda Tatsumaki, Penelope) Sun and Moon: [You are likely to run into characters in the pokemon Verse] (Examples include: Moon, Lillie, Acerola) Holiday Fun: [You are likely to run into certain guest characters, celebrating a holiday...or are fitting for a holiday.] (Examples Includes Nikki Redfield, Flandmir Treepes and Etna) Magical Academy: [You are likely to run into students of the magical persuasion.] (Examples include Reisen, Megumin, and Evangeline) Beach Adventures: [You are unlikely to find anyone new, but you may find some old friends....] (Examples include Flonne, Kat, and Hisa) Town Adventures: [You are likely to find those that you could meet around town, even from different schools..] (Examples include Monaca, Rena, and Lyna) Author's Choice: [You are likely to run into anyone. The author decides, after all...] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (Similar to last time, Faust has imposed a sort of (Rating System) on these stories. While it's more of a loose guidelines in the original, here, it's a bit more...enforced.) Plot: A rating for those who care more about the story, and less about the lewd. Accidents, and vulgar acts are to a minimum: Storybuilding and plotlines are key. Lewd: This setting is the default setting. While there is a decent amount of story, accidents are both more commonplace, and more..noted. A healthy balance of plot, and play. Naughty: This setting adds in naughty release, through self-pleasure and other means...Usually with one's clothes on. A step up from Lewd, but a step below... Vulgar: This setting adds in vulgar release, through others, as well as all above. Sexual acts are more common, and noted on, than actual plot. One must be willing to bear it all, in this setting.... In Addition: Certain Tags may be added, prior to said story in order to activate certain scenes. While the list starts small, it may grow in time... Tags: Yaoi: This setting will primarily focus on males, and their lust for one another. Yuri: This setting will primarily focus on females and their lust for one another. Messing: This setting will add [Or Focus on], stomach-related bathroom urges. More to come... ============================================================================================================================================= Items: (Seeing as Items were mostly overlooked last time...Faust has done a few modifications to how they work...) Items Now work on a 3 story cooldown, without a token cost. Certain characters will have some items at all times, but other items have to be requested by 2 or more people... One may request an additional [2] items per story. [Items selectable are...] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A lewd Magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish girls needy for Lewd release [Naughty or Higher] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher: Activates the [Messing] Tag, even if it wasn't already applied to the story] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher. Neglect may add a tag...] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. Vulgar Pills: These pills will actively stimulate your libido, for 2 time periods! No matter what you do, you won't lower in Libido.....No matter how much lewdity you perform! [Vulgar or Higher] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one.. Bottle of Water...?: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something.. [Others to come] ============================================================================================================================================= Q&A: Here, Faust will hope to answer some questions that people may have.......To pre-empt some issues. Q: Why is [Insert character name here] Not playable anymore? A: Faust has chosen a baseline of characters to start things up, based on ease of writing, and the general influx of posts. Just because a character isn't immediately playable, doesn't mean that they are unable to ever be considered playable again Q: Are Achievements still a thing? Or Achievement tokens? A: Faust has decided to make the unlocks Merit based, rather than token based. An achievement list, without having constant availability to update due to the editing system would be rather troublesome.... Q: Why is [World Name Here] Not a pickable Option? A: Same as the first question: Faust has given a general setup for worlds he can easily translate. Q: Is the plot we worked for un-done? Do we have to start over? A: The continuity has always been fast and loose. The general ideas have remained. To give a small list: [OMORA] has been created, [Ria and Chrona] Are transfer students, and [Flonne and Etna] are Technically angels of Saril Q: Will the bounty Board be coming back? A: Faust deems it unlikely. Q: Will we be able to submit playmates again? A: At a later date, Faust considers it a possibility. But for now, let's just relax, and enjoy the holiday. Q: [Insert Hateful Comment here] A: Faust is sorry you feel this way, and apologizes for displeasing you. Q: Is the old Thread being completely abandoned? A: Faust plans to abandon it...After the current storyline for it is up. Faust can answer other questions, as they come up. For now, Faust just hopes you enjoy the thread for what it is, and forgive Faust for being bad with...what is the term....Holding back? ============================================================================================================================================== [Select your character, Location, Rating, Tags* and Items* now, and as always: Thank you for participating in Faust's interactives.] * means Optional
  2. Lately, I've been spending quite a lot of time playing Rune Factory 4, and through some searching I've noticed there is relatively little fanfiction about it, and none that I can find that has any omorashi content. Naturally, I've decided to give writing some of my own fanfics for RF4 a go, and so this thread will contain any stories, one-shot or multi-chapter, that I put to paper. I will be tagging what I write based on the content within, like so: Contains: Example, Example 2, Example 3: The revengening. This way, if anybody wishes to use Ctrl-F to find a particular type of content, it will be clearly marked - Allowing people to skip messing stories, for instance. Additionally, for the sake of anybody reading who may not be familiar with the cast, I will be placing character images from the Rune Factory Wiki before the tags as reference. As this is being written, I am working on my first story for the collection, and so will be posting it in my second post. If anybody has any writing prompts, requests or suggestions, I'm open to them, aside from M/M content (I am simply not interested in it or writing about it) or diaper content, since it feels like it would clash with the setting too much.
  3. (So this is the first fanfic I have written, I hope you all enjoy. MESSING WARNING!) Winter Schnee sat at the conference table, her stomach gurgling with need. She felt the tightness of her belt squeezed her guts and her bladder making the pain all the more agonizing. She desperately wanted to fart to relieve some pressure but could not find an opportunity. She prayed that she could keep it all in, the panties she wore were tight and white. There would be no hiding her mess nor her swollen bladder that would inevitably fill them if she did not get permission to use the restroom, She regretted having that coffee and not using the toilet before leaving for this meeting about Beacon’s recent “incidents” involving damages to the restrooms and since she was representing Atlas’s security forces there she had to be there for the meeting. She felt the magma like substance that was her feces churn and bubble in her bowels and the burning liquid slosh in her bladder as she began to look more pale than usual with her stomach making a somewhat audible gurgling. She felt so ashamed of being belittled by bodily needs like this, She was a Atlas Specialist for remnant's sake! She was determined to make it to the toilet whether her underwear was stained her not. Her bowels filled up with the hellish magma as she grinds her plump ass into her chair trying to stave off a fart that had been bubbling at her anus for the past minuet. She was waiting for the right moment to let it out as it bubbles and threatens to burst out as she kept grinding her ass into her seat as she clenched as hard as she could. Her moment arises when Ozpin put on some footage of a duel that was interrupted by a bad accident due to the toilet being damaged. The sound of the fight allowed her to let out a loud and relieving fart. It lasted for four seconds and she looked much more relaxed now but her stomach roared at her as her magma like sludge began to move through her bowels to her relaxed anus. She instinctively clenched her anus and ass cheeks closed to desperately stop the mixture from leaving her body.She felt her bladder try to relax as she clenched her anus. She slightly whimpers in her seat as her hand reluctantly went to her pants and squeezed the crotch of them as she ground her ass into the seat She finally stood up after five more agonizing minutes and looked to Ozpin, She asked him “M-May I be excused? I have an urgent matter to attend to…” Her hand rested on her stomach as she stood there with her innards fighting her and her bladder was clearly prominent against her waistband as her panties clung to her lower parts like tape. Ozpin nodded and pointed to the door “You are excused, We understand.” Winter nodded and left the room in a hurry. She then shamelessly shoved her hands to her two desperate exits as she clasped them closed tightly. She began to speed walk to the nearest toilet in a desperate rush with a fart slipping out of her anus and her bladder forcing a spurt into her poor panties. She then quickly rushed as she saw the restroom close to her until her stomach cramped and caused her to hit the floor near the door. She whimpered as she whispered under her breath after all of that training and practice, she was defeated by a case of the Schnee Shits. Her anus forced itself open with a loud fart and gurgle from her overtaxed guts. The slow and hot magma like substance flowed out of her anus and began to pile into her panties. It filled and filled until it began to flow out of the panties and flow down her pants staining them brown. Her bladder also gave way spurt after spurt until it flowed out of her pussy into her panties and pants, staining the front of her pantis yellow. She whimpered with a few tears welling in her eyes. “Damn coffee…” She muttered as she continued her release.
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  5. hi! i want to know if someone have any videos or know where to find videos of tyler, its a female wetter and she is great! here are some photos, im looking any video of her, i already saw the one of the images
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    A woman walked through a door, looking like the very image of professional composure. Her dark brown hair was done up in a bun, her pinched chin was held high, and her brightly-painted lips were glued together in a sober expression. Her grey eyes also looked dead serious behind her thin-rimmed oval glasses. Her trim physique was clothed in a perfectly-tailored white-trimmed purple uniform that she carried elegantly. She stood at an intimidating height, aided by her upright posture and high-heeled shoes. Her left breast bore a nametag that read, "Susan 24-6449-AA, Executive Multi-Tower Coordinator, Tower Cluster 9, Region Beta-5" in two separate languages. As soon as the door closed, she hung her head and heaved out an exhausted sigh while her muscles relaxed. "Please tell me there's coffee," she panted. "It would be a crime if there weren't an ample supply of coffee in the break room on evaluation day," said the only other person in the room. She was a skinny woman about the same age with shoulder-length auburn hair that wasn't behaving today. Her uniform hung loose on her lounging figure, a sign of her recent weight loss. She was fiddling with her own nametag, which identified her as Lucinda 19-5604-B. "Have I been wearing this on the wrong side?" she asked as she held the plastic rectangle to her rather flat chest. "Everything was different at my old location." "I don't think it matters," Susan answered as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I wear it on the left, but I'm pretty sure I've seen workers with it on the right." She closed her eyes and the corners of her lips turned up a little as she sampled the hot, aromatic drink. She opened her eyes just long enough to close them in pleasure again when she finally took the weight off her feet. She sighed a little as she practically cuddled the plush chair. Inevitably, an informal discussion of the evaluation began. "What's the damage look like from your angle?" Lucinda asked Susan as they both sipped their coffee. The spectacled brunette sighed again. "I thought the inspector was gonna bite my head off. I keep explaining to her we're a medium cluster operation here, but she keeps wanting to compare us to Blue Tower 26. 'Blue 26 doesn't do this,' 'Blue 26 doesn't do that.' That's all I've heard all day." "Blue Tower 26 is fusion. We do everything with fission." "Tell her that! I'll be lucky if the required change list is less than twenty pages. And that's assuming I still have the same position next season." "At least there's only one evaluation left." "Yeah, the most stressful one. Last season they humiliated me in front of the whole department. I almost wished they transferred me to the undervalley. Come to think of it, the experience was kind of like what I've just been through. Only instead of 'Blue Tower 26' they kept saying 'Deborah 15.'" Lucinda pondered that name for a moment. "Is she the one in finance? With the annoyingly cute voice and the even more annoyingly cute mole on her cheek?" "That's Debbie 28. But I bet her output is great, too. They let her eat cheese on her meat sandwiches. No, I'm talking about Debbie 15 in bullion recasting. Her output was so good in the last two seasons she's been in the morale videos and the form letters that come with the required change lists." "Really?" Lucinda asked. "The ones I got had a man. And I didn't think cheese was a big deal. Oh, wait, that was when I was in Bronze 18. The man who was a model worker, I mean." "The Bronze Towers are real behind, aren't they? Here everything's been gender-split since forever. Even stuff like form letters." "Yeah, in Bronze 18 the evals were done in groups by department, with no thought to gender. Just what we need to make the most stressful hour of the season even worse, right? Naturally I was inspected by a man half the time." "No wonder that tower got the axe." "Oh, you don't know the half of it. At any rate, I don't remember this Debbie 15." "I certainly do, and I remember a secret I heard about..." Lucinda began before cutting herself off. Something Susan said had just registered with her brain, and it took immediate precedence in the conversation. "What do you mean cheese isn't a big deal?" she asked with an accusatory edge to her voice. "I haven't had a bit in four seasons, and that was unauthorized." "I'm allowed six cubes of cheese a week," Susan said matter-of-factly as she raised the cup to her lips. She couldn't quite disguise her smugness. "I'd do such horrible things for that privilege!" Lucinda said the second she finished swallowing her mouthful of coffee. She practically licked her lips at the thought of so much cheese. "Sometimes I eat them all in one meal." "Don't rub it in!" Their playful banter helped them forget the stress they'd just escaped from, and the further stress to come. They only stopped joking and jeering once another worker joined them in the break room. "Will this day ever be over?" asked the downtrodden worker known as Pamela 45. She was a strawberry blonde whose angular features and robust figure contrasted the other two women. Today she didn't have her usual healthy vigor. "Possibly not," Lucinda said with a smile, "but there's coffee." "So how's your department holding up?" Susan asked. "Terrible!" Pam snarled. The other two woman actually flinched at the force of her answer. "It may not exist in a recognizable form next season. At this rate, that laser project's never gonna be finished." Once she had her coffee, she plopped herself down on a chair at the table with the others. "When's output evaluation?" "About fifteen minutes," Lucinda answered. "I guess there's no hope now," Pam said, her voice more melancholy than bilious now. "I should've requested more fruit. I'm gonna walk out there with nothing to show." There was a deathly silence. "I've heard that all the input requirements given after the last evaluation were oral," said Susan with feigned optimism. "I just hope you're right, and that I'm not the exception." She slumped down over the table, catching her head on her hand. "I need comfort food." "Here," Susan said as she got up from her seat. She walked over to where the meal containers were stored. "I've been saving this," she said, producing a handful of small cubes in silver wrappers from her box, "but you need it more than I do." "How do you have so much chocolate?" Pam asked, her eyes wide with awe as the little silver packages rained down on the table. "It's not all authorized." "Naughty, naughty," Lucinda chided playfully. Pam thanked her profusely, and began unwrapping the chocolate pieces. She inhaled once the first piece was free of its covering, and was thrilled to find it smelled completely fresh. "It's my week's allowance plus what Steven 11 gave me for a personal favor," Susan explained. After pausing to allow curiosity to build in her listeners, she elaborated. "A little session of class A intimate contact without informing the Breeding Network." "He gave you a week's allowance of chocolate for class A?" asked Lucinda, sounding like she could barely believe her ears. "What an innocent little boy." "I don't think this is fair," Pam said after she'd savored and swallowed the first piece. "Evaluating someone's output for one day a season, I mean. You can just have an off day and you're screwed up for the whole next season." "That's what the harnits are for," Lucinda said. "Yeah, but those units only tell them the basics. I mean, look at you." She pointed at Lucinda's midsection, which had been much fleshier when the woman began work at these towers. "They must've cut the wrong things out of your diet." "Well, there's no sense complaining," Lucinda said, blushing a little at being made a visual aid. "It's just what you gotta do." Pam decided she had a better use for her mouth than continuing the debate, and soon filled it with more chocolate. There wasn't much conversation in the break room until another worker came in. It was Brenda 89, sporting a new nametag with her new position and division. She had dark eyes, a bright smile, curly black hair, and flawless skin the color of coffee with a dash of cream. Her body was about as thin as Lucinda's, but her shape was just a little bit more pleasant. She strolled in like she had much more energy than the three older workers lounging around the room. She was greeted warmly, especially by her former supervisor. "How are things at the front desk?" Susan asked her little apprentice. "A nightmare!" Brenda said. Her elegant cheekbones disappeared behind scrunched-up skin as she grimaced in a comically exaggerated expression of pain. "I suppose I shouldn't expect happy news today," Susan quipped. "My position couldn't have changed at a worse time," Brenda explained. "No offense, Susan. I'm glad you helped me get here. I just wish everything was less hectic. Nobody knows where to go or who's responsible for what, and I don't know the system. Not the new branches, anyway. And you know what the worst part is?" No one would know for a while, because the angry young woman was interrupted by the door opening and a grinning blond-haired head popping in. "Would anyone here happen to know where last week's metallurgical reports are?" the woman asked without fully entering. She had perfectly primped hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a statuesque figure that made even Susan look misshapen. Pinned to her ample bust was a tag topped with the name "Deborah 15-1001-DD." Susan and Lucinda shot each other a knowing glance. They could picture her perfect output. "I haven't seen them since they were filed," Lucinda answered. "Well, they're not where they're supposed to be." "The last time this happened, the system couldn't track the file because you typed the forwarding code with the wrong alphabet extension," Brenda informed her. "You know what, I'd better double-check the code inputs," Debbie said. "So many letters and numbers these days." She laughed at her own remark that could barely be called a joke, and walked away. "I never told you the secret about Debbie 15," Lucinda said to Susan when the door finally closed. "What were we talking about?" asked Brenda, who was more concerned with continuing her own spiel. "Oh, I don't know," Lucinda said. Susan helped her memory. "Something about your tough transition?" "Oh, yeah. Isn't it great when they change stuff while training people on the old stuff?" Brenda asked rhetorically. "I've been sitting here thinking my eval went rough, but I should consider myself lucky I've had the same position all season," Susan said. "I know!" said Lucinda, who had experienced her fair share of upheavals. "It really cuts down the chaos." "Yes, I've been looking back longingly at my last evaluation," Brenda said. "Aren't you gonna have any coffee?" Lucinda asked. Brenda shook her head. "I'd better not cheat. I could do with a drink, though." She took a cup from the dispenser. "You mean you've already downed your quota?" "Long, long ago," she said as her cup filled with ice water. Everyone was surprised. "Since when does the Management put a cap on coffee consumption?" asked Pam, whose own consumption of the liquid was massive at the moment. "Since at least a quarter season ago. My harnit said it was finding too much caffeine." "I shudder to think how much you'd been drinking," Lucinda commented. "I've only heard of workers getting told to drink more." "I've got to pay you back for these chocolates," Pam said as the unwrapped the last one. "I don't know how, but I'll make it up to you." "I remember what I was gonna say," Brenda said. "The worst part about all this is that they haven't given me a new chair. I don't know if they've noticed, but I'm shaped a little different from the gentleman who used to work the front desk." The women all laughed with varying intensity at this remark. "My harment's been glued to my butt all day," Brenda finished. Then she shifted around the fabric of her trousers, stepped outward with her right foot to make space between her legs, and bent her knees. Once in a stooped position with her palms on her kneecaps, she began breathing more heavily. Her fingers tightened around her knees, the muscles beneath her shirt contracted and relaxed, and her eyes closed. When they opened again, she stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. Even when seen from the front, with her curvaceous hips getting in the way, it was obvious that the seat of her pants had grown. "I hope the inspector enjoys this output as much as I just did," she said with a grin. "We have one minute left before eval," Susan stated. "What's the terrible secret about Debbie 15?" There was a mischievous spark in Lucinda's eyes as she eagerly began her story. "A certain gentleman with the number '3' in his second name stayed overnight in her room when the crash last year knocked out his power." "Oh, and there was an unauthorized mating?" Pam guessed. She'd heard stories like this before. "No, he said she respected the Network. But she showed him an even crazier breach of conduct. It was the end of the day, right? She took off the harvesting garment she was issued that morning, and it was dry as a bone." There were gasps around the room. "How?" Brenda asked, voicing what all three listeners were thinking. "That dirty Debbie likes to delay her liquid and solid output until she's home. And then, when she's totally naked, she brings out a big porcelain bowl, sits on top of it, and evacuates." "That's gotta be made-up," Pam said. "Where did you even hear this?" Brenda asked. "I read about people doing that, but I never thought someone I knew would," Susan said. "It's a crazy world, right?" Lucinda said with a twisted smile. "Anyway, time to put on our game faces." All the workers in the room got up from their chairs, except for Brenda, who had never sat down. "Wait a second..." Pam began, causing Lucinda to pause as she went to open the door. The muscular woman had paused in the act of standing up, and was now hovering a few inches above her seat with her hands gripping the table's edge. "I'm outputting!" she exclaimed with glee. "And just in the nick of time. It's a miracle!" "Must be the magic of coffee and chocolate," Susan said in their last moment of privacy before the door opened. The women walked out one by one and joined the line that had formed outside. The Management couldn't be present, but a holographic conference had been set up. Their mandibles clicked in acknowledgment as the line of workers bowed their heads. The inspector, of course, was there in the flesh. She led the customary chant. "Praise to the Star Scarabs." "Long may they shelter the Earth beneath their wings," the workers answered in unison. With that, the workers all turned their bodies 180 degrees, dropped the trousers of their uniforms, and bent over to present their output.
  7. (Well, this is just a random story I wrote. Been playing one of my OCs again and wanted to write something about them. Would do something a bit more plot and character related but…council. Art for reference: https://www.dropbox.com/s/10d4een7p5zzp35/The%20Red%20Knight.jpg?dl=0) The Red Knight(Whom I will often be calling Red for simplicity.) was nervous. This was her first attempt at leading herself. She and Robin were pupils to the master tactician Travis, part of his four person squad that served the Omega and his goals. Normally he lead lead the squad on missions, his powerful control of the battlefield keeping them all alive. But as one of his two tacticians in training, she had to learn to do it as well. At least she couldn’t do worse than Robin, she figured. The man had destroyed his foes, but his leadership left a bit to be desired. He almost seemed to delight in throwing his units in situations they barely escaped, leaving the unit with six heavily injured soldiers, two lightly injured, and only two healthy. Robin had done most of the work himself, his physical protection rather than guidance keeping the soldiers from outright dying. She promised herself she would do better. Today it was just her and the ten women that formed the mercenary group they were currently working with. Tyra, the elder blue dragon who opposed Tiamat for control of the chromatics, was off battling the mother of dragons. Her adopted daughter, Jill, originally Tiamat’s daughter and a massive red dragon who had taken the Red Knight’s master as her mate, was with her. She couldn’t help but feel jealous when she thought of the red. She had vied for her master’s attention before, but he did not seem interested in placing it on a student. Every time Jill kissed him, or greeted him with one of her powerful hugs, she burned with jealousy. All she got was friendly greetings and the usual advice. Pushing her absent companions out of her mind for now, she turned to face her squad. They were lined up, geared up and ready to go. Scanning down the line of mercenaries, Red nodded in approval. “Alright ladies, here’s the plan. Our job is to destroy the shadow sources so the Omega can hold the zone. We’ve done this before, should be a routine job. I’ll be leading this time. I may not do as well as Travis, but I’ll do a better job than Robin did.” At that several of the women grinned. “We’re ready when you are commander.” One of the mercs, Carissa, said. She was one of the more experienced woman, and wore heavy scale armor with a pair of battleaxes at her sides and long, light brown hair down to her shoulders. The Red Knight nodded and concentrated. Her mind washed over the team, and she could feel all of their emotions, all of their conditions. She was the battlefield. The team turned and vanished in one concerted teleport, appearing on a field of semisolid shadow. Three glowing nexus’s floated above the ground around the area, and a variety of shadow creatures already stalked the ground. “Go!” she shouted into everyone’s minds, and they were off. Red felt her chess pieces flood onto the battlefield, spectral images of herself in different uniforms standing guard over her teammates and flitting about the battlefield, shadows of glowing red energy. First, she took stock of all her troops. Carissa was at the vanguard, both axes drawn as she leaped upon a shadowy humanoid. Her axes tore into its essence with ease, the magical weapon tearing shadow like flesh. Right behind her was Diana, an exceptionally tall and supremely arrogant blonde. She wore heavy plate armor, but it barely seemed to slow her. “Try to keep up!” she shouted as she dodged past Carissa, bringing her greatsword to bear against the flank of a massive shadowy worm, a powerful blow driving into its flank. She could feel the warrior was…nervous!? and almost laughed aloud. Now that she was keeping everyone’s statuses, she could see Diana’s true colors. The warrior had already shit herself a bit as she waited for the battle to start, nervous about going into combat again after her serious injury under Robin. Stifling her laughter, she ignored the small lump in the blonde’s pants only she could sense and moved to the next merc. Alesha was next to engage. She held a broadsword tightly in both hands, studded leather armor showing off her curves while giving a bit of protection to complement her mobility, long red hair flaring out behind her as she moved. She danced between the legs of a Titanic shadow, blade cutting out again and again. Once again, the enchanted equipment had a noticeable effect, gashes tearing in the flesh of the shadows legs. It seems her attempts to hamstring it simply wounded it more, however. Anna spun forward after her, her glistening black crystal plate armor radiating fear, her brilliant red hair trialing out the bottom of her helm . It did little good against the shadows, however, and luckily didn’t affect her allies, so she simply resorted to bringing her massive hammer spinning around into the side of the nightmare worm’s maw, joining Diana in attempting to slay the beast. A trio of women were next. Cyan, Cyril, and Cyrene. They all had matching short black hair, and each wore matching chainmail armor, the links glistening mithral. The shortest of them wielded two daggers, one glistening with fire and the other with cold. The middle sister wielded two scimitars, both hissing with acid. The last had a pair of green, glowing arms sprouting from her side, the psionic limbs supporting a pair of dual wielded greatswords that crackled with lightning and thunder, respectively. They moved in unison, the Cyrene, who stood almost as tall as Diana, let the Cyril take her shoulders. Cyan leaped onto hers in turn, and together they launched the smallest sister into the air, sending her crashing into a massive flying shadow. Her daggers dug deep, and she pulled, the best careening towards the ground into the other two’s reach, and they fell upon it. Luna, an archer, stayed back beside the red knight, her white hair long down her back and her body protected by pure black leather armor, enchanted with stealth. It didn’t matter against the shadows, however, and she simply raised her bow and sent a shower of sparkling arrows flying towards another flying shadow, the trail a bright light in the darkness of the realm. A pair of blue haired mages brought up the rear. Both wore their dark blue hair long down their back, dressed in matching red robes and carrying matching black staves. Only their eye colors differentiated, Mina’s eyes a bright green while Mila’s were a light brown. They unleashed waves of magic over the mercenaries, hastening their movements before opening up with spells of light and fire, the shadowy enemies immune to the more effective methods of magical disablement, paralysis and mind control. She could also feel Mila was desperately full and almost groaned. The mage should have gone beforehand if she was so desperate. With everyone’s status accounted for, the whole train of thought taking only a moment, Red moved to engage. Energy flared to life around her, and her whole body glowed with red energy, her sword shifting from metal to pure energy in an instant. She advanced down the middle of the enemies, past her troops, and engaged another titanic shadow. Leaping into the air, powered by a flow of air, she struck its arm and cut clean through, severing the limb. She felt herself stabilize in the air, and rolled in midair, avoiding its other swinging arm. Pushing off of the air she lashed out with psionic power, a shadowy flyer coming at her falling to the ground in pain as she blasted it with a combination of psionic energy and magical fire. Feeling the rush of both magic and psionics flowing full force through her veins, she casually raised her sword and caught the nightmare’s returning arm on it, severing it off and leaving the creature armless. Spurring forward in a burst of psychic emery, she drove her blade through its face, the massive monster dissolving into shadowy essence. With her free hand she raised a shield of arcane energy, catching the powerful cone of icy death launched her way and absorbing it into more energy. Emboldened, she leaped for a worm, but it dived into the ground. Turning, she raised her sword high, and brought it down with a brilliant flash of power, red energy engulfing one of the shadowy nexus’s and obliterating it. Her attention was tugged away for a moment, however, and she realized the perils of maintaining a collective with a group of warrior women. Diana hacked away at the worm in front of her, Anna working on its opposite side and forcing it to keep turning in an attempt to catch ones of them. She was unprepared for the hand that reached down and grasped her. One of the giant shadows had flickered from its position across the shadowy field and appeared beside her. She felt her strength start to drain as its ghostly hand scooped her up in its giant grip, and she let out a scream of fear. Her body went limp and her bladder trembled uncontrollably, leak after leak of pee soaking into her undergarments. Dropping her greatsword, he quickly lost complete control, streams of urine soaking her legs and armor and falling from her, yellow streams cascading down from the giant’s grip. Red’s piece was there, however, and it phased through the giant’s hand, pulling her free and dropping her swiftly and safely to the ground. The giant tried to attack, but roared in pain as a prismatic beam slammed into its side, knocking it backward in a dazzle of rainbow energy. Her bowels were trembling but under control, though she barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief and get her fingers around the hilt of her fallen sword before she looked up and yet out another girly, fearful shriek. The maw of the giant worm she and Anna had been fighting was bearing down on her. It looked badly injured but it was still going to eat her. She let out a mewling whimper more appropriate to a scared little girl than to her massive frame and desperately threw her hands in the way as fear coursed through her. A lout pbblltt sounded as she violently shit herself, dark mush flooding into her underwear and then into her armor as her body forcefully expelled its waste. The smell and sound were both awful and unmistakable. Then end never came, however. Anna lunged forward, massive hammer cracking into the side of the worm’s head and sending it flying to the side, collapsing into a pile of shadowy essence and spiraling away. She turned to Diana, a slightly amused but sympathetic grin on her face, and held out a hand to help her up. Diana sniffled, wiping back the start of tears, and took her hand, letting Anna pull her to her feet. The black armored redhead patted the blonde’s back, and Diana composed herself to head back into the fray. The Red Knight could feel the fear flowing through Diana, the release of her control. It was all she could to do keep control herself, groaning as she doubled over and pushed a small lump of poo into her formerly pristine red panties. Steeling herself, she fought off the rest of the mental assault and lowered her connection to the others a bit. Preparing herself for further attacks, she stood up again, wincing as the lump of poo moved around in her panties. She turned towards the second nexus and sprinted for it, but a shadowy spider the size of an elder dragon rose up in her way, and she skidded to a halt. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a trickle of pee flow down her leg, this time not from someone else’s leak. Cursing under her breath, she watched as it raised its massive leg and took a swipe at her. She leaped forward, dodging the limbs blow and attaching herself to its side, running up the massive limb. When she neared the top, however, it brought another limb swinging up, and the spider’s blow hit her head on. The red energy around her flickered, her powerful barrier absorbing the blow. It faltered, but held fast, and the spider’s leg was deflected away with a screech of pain. The blow rocked her, however, and she could feel a distinct dampness in her panties telling her she had leaked more. Angrily raising her sword, she went straight for its head. Her pieces were still defending the squad, but her lapse in control spread like a wildfire. It was a result of the connection that they hadn’t expected, with both Travis and Robin being male and immune to the overactive bodily functions women suffered in battle. Mila suffered the effects of Red’s leak first, doubling over with a grunt as she pushed a log into her panties. Her desperation was too much to contain with the sudden urge to release. “Mila look out!” Mina shouted as a massive shadowy bird dived towards her sister. Mina tackled Mila to the ground, clearing her from the bird’s path, but its shadowy claws snatched her up. Her bladder was already eager for release and a golden cascade fell down on her sister as Mina was scooped up. Mila felt herself get thrown down and let out a pained sound, groaning as she pushed another log into her panties, involuntarily forcing more out with the impact. She was peeing now as well, desperate to get everything out. Her red robe was horribly stained, but she was shaken from her stupor when Mina’s pee soaked the upper portions of her dress. Concentrating, she forcibly pushed a third log into her panties, then looked up and cast a powerful spell, the shadowy bird turning to pure ice. Seeing that Mina was free, she bore down again, trying to finish wetting and messing her dress as quickly as possible. Everything pooled beneath her where she sat, and she realized this would be a bit too much of a mess for prestidigitation. Mina landed on her feet beside Mila with grace, her feather fall spell gently setting her on the ground. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at her sister’s accident. “I told you you should have gone beforehand.” She scolded. From across the battlefield she heard a massive roar, and turned bright red as she let out a fearful whimper and a blast of hot, liquid mess. The back of her dress darkened, and with the roar, Red’s influence, and the sound of her sister messing herself beside her, she couldn’t hold it back. Another wave of hot muck sprayed out, overwhelming her panties and dress completely and dripping down her legs. She held a horrified expression as a noisy fart escaped her, and then another, longer burst of diarrhea exploded down her legs, liquid poo puddling beneath her as she continued to helplessly shit herself. Luna ran, turning and firing a desperate arrow occasionally. With the others occupying the larger creatures, she found herself being swarmed by every single one of the tiny humanoids. Red’s chess pieces had intercepted many blows, but she had taken several, and she was getting tired. It seemed there was no end to these things. Suddenly, the swarm vanished. She paused, confused. Suddenly she heard a sound and turned. The whole swarm was behind her, using the same blinking some of the others had used. They were on her in an instant. She desperately removed her bowstring, slamming a few creatures back with her bow like a quarterstaff, but soon she was overwhelmed. She felt her essence start to drain into the shadow and panic completely overtook her body. She looked up into the eerily grinning face of a shadow and helplessly lost all control. Pee soaked her black leather armor, not very noticeable but leaving every inch of her bottom soaked. The back bulged out as a large lump of poo forced its way into her tight armor, then more and more forced its way out, spreading along the back of her tight armor like a pancake. Her bottom and legs were soon coated with pee and poo as she felt all light fading, the shadows taking her. Just as her consciousness faded, she saw a bright light pierce the shadows around her. Travis approached the fallen archer, smoking staff still in hand. There was no trace of the pure energy blast that had utterly annihilated the attacking shadows, but he still radiated an aura of power. Slinging the staff over his shoulder, he picked up the unconscious archer. “Just because I am not leading this fight does not mean I will allow anyone to be lost.” He said quietly, and vanished with a flicker of energy, taking the badly injured woman back to their base. The triplets were fighting the remaining big monsters, the other four split off to head for the last gate. The three of them worked in perfect concert, elemental weapons cutting down giants, birds, and worms alike. They seemed untouchable, any hit that broke through tier formation being absorbed by a one of Red’s pieces, their leader still watching out for them. They struck down the last monster with satisfaction, the three of them hugging one another as the last normal monster fades. Diana, Anna, Alesha, and Carissa joined together, cutting down one last worm from their path and heading for the last nexus. The last of the monsters fell behind them, and the Red Knight would end hers soon. As they neared, however, space rippled in front of them. A massive, six winged dragon, its head full of glowing red eyes and its mouth full of massive red fangs, tore its way into the demiplane. An aura of fear radiated off of it, and it let out a massive roar. Its arms moved in casting, and it lashed out at the triplets with a spell, then turned to face the terrified women before it. Diana had enough when the fear aura hit her. Pee she didn’t even know she still had sprayed down her legs at the sight of the dragon, and a fresh burst of waste pushed its way into her armor, spreading the mess even further down her legs and ass. Her legs trembled and she teared up, and when the dragon roared she fainted dead away, bladder, bowels, and bravery exhausted. Carissa faired a bit better, letting out a quiet whimper of fear and clamping down on her muscles as hard as she could, preventing a solid release. Her bladder, on the other hand, couldn’t be stopped, and her tight armored pants echoed with a hiss as she forcefully and fearfully emptied her bladder into them. She stood frozen with fear as she peed herself like a frightened child, whimpering. As the stream died down, the veteran fighter collected herself and advanced towards the massive dragon. Alesha clamped down on her bladder, forgetting about her bowels, the opposite of Carissa. She let out a pained, involuntary groan as the first soft mass pushed its way into her panties, quickly followed by a wave of brown sludge, then another mass and another. She trembled as Carissa did, shitting herself in terror. She was at least spared the childish whimpering thanks to her pained groans. When the dragon roared, her hold on her bladder faltered, and piss sprayed down her legs, studded leather darkening. She looked up, meeting the dragons eyes, and fell to her knees, helpless in the face of its fearsome gaze. Her bladder was going full force now, along with her bowels, and the stench was terrible as she emptied herself into her armor, entirely humiliated and helpless, unable to continue the fight. Anna fared better than her comrades, at least. Her armor reduced the impact of fear on her along with its other effects, and she leaked for a moment, the front of her panties dampening and the back of them browning slightly, but she held it together. Hammer in hand, she shook her head to clear it, then followed Carissa towards the dragon, hoping her other two companions would be okay. It swooped down to meet them, its shadowy form dwarfing them a hundredfold. It released a massive cone of blue fire, but a pair of Red’s pieces stepped in the way, the ones dressed as bishops, and they dispersed the fire to either side, leaving the pair unharmed. Anna could swear she heard a “Tsk” from the dragon. It descended, and its claws reached out, grabbing at the pair. Carissa activated her ring, and teleported out of the way. Anna tried to dodge, but there was no way she could. The claw was just too big. The dragon scooped her up, and seeing Carissa reappear, sent his massive tail spiraling towards her. She looked up too late, and it hit her full on in the stomach, and the rest of her really. The loudest fart yet was heard from the veteran merc as her mess was quite violently forced out of her. One instant her pants were clean, in another they were sagging heavy with foul mess. A full load, enough to make her armored pants sage with a bulge the size of a baseball or two, was pushed out in an instant. Forced by the impact and lubricated by fear, she humiliated herself in less than a second. She went flying across the battlefield, landing in an unconscious heap. Anna looked up at the dragon in horror as it drew her closer to its maw. She felt her muscles trembling, fear slowly gaining ground. As it opened its jaw her bladder opened involuntarily, and the inside of her pristine armor soaked through, the crystals lack of joints causing the pee from her impressive bladder to pool at the bottom of her feet and climb up her legs as she filled the inside of her tight armor with warm, liquid fear. As she entered the darkness of its maw, she felt the edge of a sharp tooth brush her and closed her eyes. Her stomach rumbled, and despite her best efforts, the shadowy, deadly feel of its tooth was enough. She pushed a wave of soft mess into her underwear, then another. More and more soft, firm mess filled her panties, spreading out and coating the inside of her armor in poop. She shook with fear until she finished messing herself, then wondered why she wasn’t dead. Opening her eyes, she saw herself outside the dragon’s mouth, and it was grinning at her. It gently set her down on the ground, and she fell onto her butt in a daze with a splat, only making the mess worse. What was going on? The three twins had just enough time to celebrate their victory before they were thrown into their own illusionary horrors. Cyan found herself in a pit of snakes. The effect was almost immediate. The youngest sister who had a crippling fear of snakes curled up into a ball and sobbed. She didn’t even try to stop herself as she peed full force into her chainmail skirt, soaking her panties and the cloth that guarded her legs from the mail, the puddle spreading over her and soaking her entirely as she hid in a ball of her own piss. Her bowels luckily didn’t hold much, and she quickly pushed a large stool into her underwear, but it was able to contain everything. Cyril found herself looking at a pair of skeletons she quickly recognized as her sisters. Tears stung her eyes and she rushed over to them. “Nonononono! I can’t be!” she whispered tearfully. When she reached them, she knelt down, and let out the loudest shriek of fear yet. The skeletons eye sockets were filled with spiders, her worst fear. Falling back on her bottom, she desperately scrabbled away, leaving a trial of pee behind as her bladder released into her panties and clothes. She managed to make it to the corner of the room, a large trial of pee showing her path across the room. She realized her butt was completely smeared with poop, having involuntarily released everything the instant she saw the spiders. Her capacity wasn’t much greater than Cyan’s but she had dragged it everywhere. Her armor would take hours to clean and her clothes were likely unsalvageable. But at least she was away from the spiders. Cyrene found herself facing her worst fear as well. She found herself in the water. She desperately tried to swim upwards, but her armor was too heavy. She tore at it desperately, but it would not come off. Her oxygen drained quickly with her panic, and soon she was choking, trying to scream as horror completely overtook her. She lost all consciousness as her bladder and bowels emptied at the same time, the water around her yelling and her soaked clothes staining. The back of her armor bulged out immensely, her garments unable to hold her considerable mess back, the clothes and panties horribly stained brown as soft mess drippled down the back of her legs. Back in the real world, the triplets were position as in their illusions, Cyan curled up in a ball, Cyril sat on her messy bottom, and Cylene laying on her back. Eventually, the illusion faded, and the younger two sisters woke to their unconscious and extremely messy older sister. They moved over to her, and with combined effort, lifted her. The Red Knight fought the giant spider as she felt her soldiers crumbling around her. Cursing silently in her head as her attention was drawn to a hundred different places defending them, she cut deep into the spider. The sudden release of so many shook her a moment later however, and she feel, clutching the bottom of her skirt in desperation and also to prevent it from flaring up. Another, slightly larger lump was forced into her panties, and she no longer had any concentration left. She wished she could yell at him, wished she could kill this thing and end it… The other nexus exploded behind her, and she resigned herself to focusing her attention on holding it and freeing the illusioned women. The now larger bulge in her panties was uncomfortable but she could handle it. Her spell carried her gently to the ground, and she banished the illusion on the triplets. She turned upwards, wincing as the spider advanced on her overworked form and raised a leg to crush her. A few streams of pee trailed down her legs, but she knew her ward would protect her. A moment later, however, the massive dragon crashed into the spider, sending it crashing to the ground like a collapsing titan and tearing into it with furious teeth, claws and wing buffets. At least he was helping now. Gathering herself, Red made her way to the last nexus, raising her sword and unleashing another pulse of red, pure energy. Corona, her sword, struck again, and the nexus shattered. The shadowy nature of the plane faded, returning to the harmless demiplane it had once been. Sheathing her sword, she let out a sigh of relief. “At least I made it through relatively clean.” She said aloud to herself. She was still shaky from everyone else’s release, but she had made it. “Boo!” she heard from behind her, and let out a loud squeak. Her weakened bladder gave out and a waterfall of yellow streamed down between her legs, soaking her red panties thoroughly and puddling beneath her, thankfully leaving her skit and legs untouched. Her bowels forced another lump into her panties, then another, and soon the bulge forced them out to their full extent, not quite enough to peak down below her skirt but sizable. Striking out behind her, she spun and punched the giant of a man standing behind her, grinning. Her fist, even charged with energy, didn’t seem to do much, but he winced, a rare sign of pain from the giant of a man. Somewhat satisfied, she growled at him. “What the hell was that about, Robin!? I had this under control, we had it won! And then you had to go and take out the rest of my soldiers!? Are you just jealous I was doing better than you!?” Robin couldn’t contain a chuckle, putting his hand on the average sized woman’s head and easy task for the seven foot tall half giant. “Perhaps. Perhaps the master just wanted me to amuse him.” Red blushed hotly, but she knew Robin was teasing her. He knew of her affection, and its lack of return. She didn’t need his teasing right now. Shaking her head, she retorted. “Maybe you just wanted a show. It doesn’t matter I suppose, as long as master realizes how well we would have done without your intrusion.” They both knew he didn’t interfere for his own desires. He was willing to amuse others tastes but he wouldn’t go out of his way for it. But it was the only defense she had. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go gather up the army that you threw all over the battlefield.” She added with a huff. Turning, she let out an eep as she felt Robin;s hands grab her legs and back and scoop her up. “Travis is taking care of that.” He told her. “I’m to take you back.” “Let go of me you big oaf!” she shouted in indignation, punching uselessly at his shoulder. He turned away from the scene and she slumped against his shoulder, basking in the warmth of his body as they left the cold, shadowy plane. “You did a wonderful job.” Travis told her, smiling. She had just returned from the plane with Robin, slipping out of his grip and going to meet Travis while the others cleaned up. She shifted uncomfortably in her messy panties, though she knew there was no trace of her accident visible. The energy around her kept the smell from escaping. She liked to keep her accidents secret, especially when they were intentional or prolonged. “You defended the squad in an exemplary manner, and still fought well yourself. You did, however, fail to keep Luna well-guarded. Dedicate someone to that next time, had I not interfered you would have lost her.” His voice was the same monotone no matter which part he was delivering, which was a bit creepy. “You did much better than Robin, at least. If not for his interference that would have gone off well. Congratulations, Red Knight. You have earned the right to lead your own squad.” Red beamed with pride. For once, she was flooded with happiness. This was her goal. She was affirmed as good enough, as strong enough, to be a commander in the Omega Watch. It was an exhilarating feeling. It was missing one thing, however. She wished he would reach over, grope her bottom through her skirt like he always did with Jill. Anything. But there was nothing but a sense of pride over her accomplishment, pride of her growth. Nothing more emotional than that. And while she was happy, excited, she was also forlorn. “Thank you, commander.” She managed, keeping her voice as formal as possible. Bowing her head in farewell, she left the room. Robin was waiting outside the door, joining her in her walk the instant she exited. “Jealous?” she asked. “Hardly.” Robin replied, rolling his eyes. “You were always better at leading. An exemplary performance indeed. Just one little flaw.” His hand reached under her skirt, groping her messy ass. “Pervert! Jerk!” she shouted, shoving him away and protectively covering her butt. He laughed once again, raising his hands defensively. “I was just pointing it out. None of your squad noticed.” Putting his arm around, her started leading her towards her quarters as she pouted. “I…think I understand how you feel. Sorry about that. Are you going to be alright?” She was silent for a moment. “I’ll have to be, won’t I?” Robin was aware of her longing, the only one here who was. He had comforted her when there was no one else, and while neither of them thought there was more than close friendship between them, she needed something to distract her. And often, he needed something to distract him. He had his own issues. “Just…maybe come with me, alright?” He nodded and pulled her close, petting her hair as the pair entered her quarters. He didn’t know if she meant as someone to cry on or for something more intimate, but he would support her regardless. Sometimes he wondered if his master knew, or cared. Of course he knew, and of course he cared. So what game was he playing? (If anyone is up for rping in this setting by the way I’d be up for it. PM, I have some ideas if you don’t. And of course, comments and criticism. My proofreading is lazy and my writing is shaky so I need all the help/support I can get. And I swear the other two parts of Kagero story are coming.)
  8. (it's very late at night, I'm very tired, and this is just a shameless desperation and messing story with no context. I'll use the topic to post any scenes I can come up with that I don't feel like building a narrative around. This particular one contains diarrheal messing so be warned. Also, as always, apologies ahead of time if this breaks some sort of conduct code that I'm not aware of. Seriously though, read this before reading the story. I don't want anyone reading this and being like, "oh, but you never said she'd be shitting herself! Gross! That's gross and I hate you!" :P I don't even really like messing myself so I don't know why I had the urge to right this but it's here if anyone wants to read it. Alright, I'm pretty sure that this part has at least caught most people's eye by now so your free to read just remember that this one does contain messing in it.) "ooo...oh god..." Blake's face was contorted into one of pain and discomfort, her head tilted down as her arms wrapped around her stomach, hair hanging down and obscuring her face. Atop her head, her cat ears struggled against her bow to fold downwards, and below the desk, she had one leg tucked up under herself, her heel pressing into her crotch as every so often her hips swayed back and forth. A hot blush covered her face, and a thin layer of sweat caused the light to glimmer off her skin. She had to go, bad. Worse than she could ever recall needing to go before, and in more ways than one. Her mind continually scolded her that buying cheap sushi did not mean that the sushi would be good, and she knew that for a fact, yet she couldn't resist the temptation of the sweet, tantalizing fish that had been put in front of her. The professor was speaking, but the only thing Blake could pay attention to was the heavy pressure in her lower stomach and the lump in her abdomen. Everything she did was torturous, her arms wrapping around her stomach soothed the gurgling ache, but placed pressure on her bladder. Sitting on her heel allowed her to place pressure to hold in her pee, but every time a fart threatened to slip from her backside, it was like trying to hold a cannonball back with a cork, with nothing for her shapely butt to press into to even muffle the sound should it slip out. She desperately wanted to speak up...but some part of her deep down still clung to her shyness...not allowing her to ask to use the bathroom. If she did, everyone would know that she, Blake Belladonna, was about to have a major accident all over herself if she didn't get to the bathroom right away. While not asking didn't make that any less true, she still held on to the slim hope that she could hold it and not have everyone in the school talking about her for the next day or so. A chance that seemed to grow ever smaller as her stomach gave another inaudible gurgle, turning over inside her. Wincing, Blake's entire body tensed up, both hands curling into fists as she grit her teeth, leaning back against the back of her seat to try and get her butt down to press into the chair and put pressure where there was none, yet the placement of her foot could not allow it. And this time, she desperately needed it, as her muscles were failing to stop the pressure-gas rushing through her. Moving quick, she kicked her foot out from under her roughly, allowing her to fall onto the desk. Immediately, a dribble spurted out into her underwear, before she reached down between her thighs and pushed into her womanhood, while her hips ground and wiggled into the seat beneath her, her muscles clenching as tight as they could. Things looked sketchy for about 20 seconds, but the pressure finally subsided, eliciting a small breath from her lips, her eyes, which she hadn't even realized she had shut, opened up, blinking away tears of embarrassment to stare at the ceiling and then flit over to the clock. Surely class was nearly over? Nope 20 minutes to go. Shutting her eyes once more, Blake felt hot tears threatening to leak out. She couldn't stand this, it was pure agony, and she couldn't even count on her team to be there for moral support. The ONE class she had away from any of the three other members of her team just happened to be the one where it felt like her stomach might explode out of her at any given time. "Think of something else...think of anything else..." Blake tried to force her mind elsewhere. She was on a beach, with Yang. She was clothed in her Black one piece bathing suit while Yang had an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini that matched the color of her hair, and only barely covered up what it needed to, even allowing the top of her butt crack to peek up over the back of it. The two were there together, sunbathing...napping on a beach blanket, swimming out in the water, even though Blake couldn't stand getting wet usually...she would swim with Yang any day...and swimming in the water... "oh god that feels so good" she thought as she began to pee in the water around her, blushing a bit as she watched Yang attempt to surf on a boogie board from afar. The way the warmth spread around her thighs in the cool ocean air while her body released all the pent up pressure... wait... Blake's eyes wince shut as she suddenly realizes that her daydream was becoming reality, her hands pressing into her crotch way harder than anything ever should, while her fingers felt the absolute soaking of her skirt. Her tears began to streak her face once more as she realized just how bad she messed up, becoming accutely aware of the feeling of a small puddle beneath her ass, soaking into her panties and skirt, her quivering lips only barely holding back a flood, while her body once again decided now would be a great time to evacuate gas to allieviate the unbearable pressure in her colon. Her tired muscles were assaulted by pressure, and Blake spent a good minute and a half curled up in her seat, both hands on her crotch, while her butt ground into her seat. About 45 seconds in, she thought all was lost when suddenly, she felt a bit escape from beneath her, and make only the tiniest of noise. But nobody said anything, and after a minute, the pressure in her backside seemed to fade away for now...but damage was already done. Looking down at her lap, she could see a clear dark patch on the front of her uniform skirt where she'd been holding herself, and just by feeling, she new that everything she was sitting on was soaking wet. She had peed herself in the middle of class...and there was no hiding it. She looked around to see if anybody had noticed, but thankfully, not a single set of eyes seemed to be on her, not even the teacher's, all of the other classmates she shared a room with were engrossed in the reading that they were going through. "That's it!" she thought. Of course!, The reading! The perfect distraction. Looking down at the book, she began scanning the words, only to find them anything but comforting. The spring in question was very unique, as a certain concentration of minerals causes the water that runs from it to become an amber yellow color, and smell heavily of ammonia, or even sometimes sulfur. This is thought to be the result of a violent bursting of the spring due to millions of years of pressure from a semi-volcanic eruption of gas beneath the... Blake could read no more. The god of irony had struck her down hard. With a very audible and horrid sounding gurgle from her stomach, she could not suppress a cry as she felt the pressure that had been brewing in her stomach drop. All eyes turned to her as she very suddenly straightened her back up, both hands reaching behind her and worming beneath her butt, her fingers pushing through her skirt and into her crack to try and put enough pressure in to hold it...but the lack of pressure in the front caused a whole new problem. The room went silent as Blake's thighs slapped shut, muffling a momentary trickling and hissing noise, and she began violently bouncing her legs, rubbing them together and shaking her hips,trying to stop as urine spilled out of her, soon splashing noisily to the ground below. "hah..." she took a breath, "hnn...no..." she winced. And with a final gasp, a very loud and long fart erupted from beneath her, lasting for a good 30 seconds, before it carried with it a wet, gushing sound, Blake's skirt expanding out beneath her as she doubled up, her hands coming back around to hold her stomach as her head fell, her forehead resting on her desk. People were quick to groan and move away from her sides as mess began to ooze from under her skirt, spurting out from under her thighs and down to the floor below, mixing with the golden liquid already puddling at her feet. With every gush came a new groan from her stomach, a fart pushing out more hot, wet mess into her panties, as pee continued to gush down her legs, her face red and the rest of her pale white as snow, sweat dripping from every pore. And after a single minute, it was over, but Blake had exploded all over herself and the damage was done, all the students having evacuated as far away from her as possible, gagging or laughing or a combination of both, while the teacher called for the janitor, and Blake sat there sobbing in embarrassment. (I know, I'm cruel to Blake. Goodnight everyone.)
  9. Let's first take a small detour before we hit the road with this one, as there is one thing I'd like to adress before we get started with the story. So who here remebers the ending to FFXIII Lightning Returns, where *SPOILERS AHEAD* she steps off the train into a modern looking world, with what appears to be plains and a car driving by? I do, and for those of you who arn't the big nerd that I am, you may not already know that FFXV was supposed to be a Nova Crystalis game when it was first thought of in 2006. Yes, I said "2006" as in about 10 years ago. Back then, FFXV was known as "Final Fantasy Versus XIII" and was going to be, as I've said before, a Final Fantasy that takes place in the Nova Crystalis world, aka that of FFXIII. FFXV is no longer connected to FFXIII though, but I write this fanfic with the idea that it somewhat is, maybe I've twisted this in my own mind somewhat too much, but to make this story work, I'm retying the threads between FFXV and FFXIII to add in a certain special someone to my fanfic, and you may already know who she is. With that out of the way, I do bid you to enjoy the chapter and leave a comment with your thoughts. Chapter 1: Before the Storm It wasn't very long after King Regis CXIII of Lucis agreed to sign the peace treaty with the Empire of Niflheim, ruled by Emperor Iedolas Aldercept, that the Empire played a deadly hand on Lucis, successfully manipulating the entire nation of Lucis into it's foul trap. The day of the signing, Niflheim struck the final blow it needed to take Lucis, and with it, the all powerful Crystal that Lucis protected. This is where our story begins, with a group of four girls from Regis's Kingsglaive just before the Siege of Insomnia, before the fall of the great capital of Lucis, the day of the signing. It was a regular day, all except for the big thing going on at the Citadel this evening, the signing of the peace treaty that would finally end this useless war between the great kingdom of Lucis, and the great Empire of Niflheim. Or at least that's what Helena thought, a young member of the King's Kingsglaive, granted the special powers of the King, by the King. She walked over to her friend Alissia, who was on the couch trying to get some rest before the big night. Helena walked up, the question dragging on her mind "You think they're really going to go through with this? Seems a little strange to just cut all tensions with Lucis and offer to sign a peace treaty... Don'tcha think?" Alissia couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong either, it all felt so weird. "Let's hope they do, otherwise we're sorta... screwed. Now can a girl get her sleep?" Alissia leans back on the couch as she says this, putting her hands behind her head in an attempt to take a nap. Helena stepped away, being the good friend she was, to try and allow her friend to get some well needed rest, being that it was going to be a long and uneasy night. Just then, Yuri walks in the door, and sits down on the couch next to Alissia, who shot straight up and looked at her with a tired gaze. "Really Yuri? Can I not just take a nap?" She'd sight. "Guess not." She got up and headed over to the restroom. Yuri just looked at her with a confused stare, since she didn't understand why her friend was all so grumpy all the sudden. Helena looked over. "It's the King, he's signing a peace treaty with the Niffs tonight." Yuri looked at her. "What!? The Niffs want a peace treaty with us and the King is giving it to them!? That's crazy, Helena. You and me both know it, those Niffs don't want anything more than our land and stuff." Helena nodded. "Yeah. Seems strange that the king would just *Sign* a peace treaty with the guys who have been our #1 enemy for so many years now... then again, we weren't at the battle earlier this week. Rumor has it that the Niffs just up and left for no real reason. Maybe they're using it as an excuse to say 'See? We want peace too!' which we all know is a load of bull." Just then, Alissia came back from the restroom with the same tired look in her eyes. "Talking about the treaty again? Somehow I knew that would be the first topic of discussion with you too. You should wait until our 'Guest' comes over." Yuri looked over. "What guest? No one told us about any guest." Alissia shot back a quick response. "Some gal with a noticeably different hair color and a strange sword. Needed a place to stay for the night and the guys up top decided we're the hosts. Gotta be someone special if they're making us play host, right?" Helena looked at the door, then at Alissia. "Yeah, guess you're right. When is she arriving, again?" Alissia checked her smartphone. "Oh, 'bout an hour from now, I think is safe to say." Yuri nodded her head. The 3 girls talked about the treaty for a bit, until the doorbell rang. "I'll get it" Helena got up to get the door. She was in for quite the pleasant surprise when she opened the door to see a woman at the door, with a strange blade sheathed at her side and rose colored hair. "Staying the night, are you?" The woman replied. "Yeah, I guess you can say that." Helena let her in, closing the door behind her. Yuri got up first, looking at the strange woman. "Sooo... What's your name again?" The woman simply looked in Yuri's eyes for a split second before she spoke. "Call me Lightning, or Light for short." Something in Alissia's head clicked when she heard that, but she couldn't figure out exactly what it was she was remembering... was it a lecture from her high school history class? Maybe it was the fact that Lightning was probably named after the energy that comes from clouds during thunderstorms, lightning. "Nice to meet 'ya, Light." Alissia had shrugged off her last thoughts and decided to greet her. Lightning looked around the room. "Cheeky. I told you my name, but you haven't told me yours yet. Care to share?" The 3 girls looked at eachother. Helena spoke first. "I'm Helena, and this is-" Helena was cut off by Yuri, who abruptly came in "I'm Yuri! Nice to meet you, Lightning!" Alissia spoke last, introducing herself. "I'm Alissia. How's it goin'?" Lightning walked over to the small chair next to the couch and sat down, looking around the apartment. "So, is there a bed somewhere for me to sleep in, or am I sleeping on the floor tonight?" Helena got up, pointing to the door leading to a private room. "You can sleep there, you'll probably need the privacy, since they're supposed to be serving drinks at the party tonight and they're letting the Kingsglaive have a few drinks during the celebrations" She'd chuckle. Lightning would simply look over to the room, getting up. "Alright then. I guess I should get settled in." Alissia got up and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, sitting back down. "Yup, no need to delay, huh? No.. big peace treaty celebrations or anything like that to worry about, haha." She leaneed back on the couch. Lightning walked over and went into the room. It wasn't much, but it was a lot nicer than the Leville she stayed at in Lestallum, with a modern style and a great view of the city from the high rise. She noticed a small desk and a few drawers for any clothes she might have brought, which she didn't, and her bed, located in the back of the room. She got her small box, probably containing a necklace or piece of jewelry of sorts, from her pocket and set it down on the shelf next to her bed. On the front it was labeled with "Serah" Helena sat down on the couch alongside her friends to watch some TV while they waited for the initial celebrations to begin, Helena deciding to put it out there one more time... "Tonight's the big night, guys. Let's not forget our uniforms, we're going to want to look nice for the occasion!
  10. Has anyone here ever wet or messed their pants either as a kid or adult while on long flights with family? Because people don't typically pack spare clothes in carry-on luggage (usually its checked in), how do you guys think one would clean up an accident while stuck in a plane? What would you change into? Do the flight attendants keep spare clothes or diapers in the back of the planes? If this has ever happened to any of you, or if you guys have answers to any of the questions, i would really appreciate the insight.
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  12. This following story took place around a year ago, at the annual knighting ceremony of the kingdom. The Saint was there, replacing the Pope as the one who gave blessing to the newly recruited knights. Many recruits were happy of this change, seeing how they really wished to see the Saint herself up close. The ceremony was performed on the open ground, due to the amount of recruits the kingdom received this year. Helen was standing in the middle, wearing a sleeveless one-piece white dress with a circlet on her head and a pair of white slippers on her feet. She also wore a blue cloak that fluttered behind her . The Pope, wearing his usual ceremonial white priest outfit, and the knight commander, wearing her armor that covered her lower half nicely yet leaving her cleavage visible, stood beside her, a little to the back. One by one, the new recruits kneeled in front of her, looking upwards at her as she kissed them on their forehead. "May the Creator be with you," Helen said afterwards. The recruits were supposed to stay silent on the whole process, but some of them couldn't resist the opportunity of conversing with the Holy Saint herself. Most of them said something like "Oh, milady! I promise, I shall serve you with my whole body and soul! I would die at your command!" . But, there was one youth who grabbed her arms before saying "Remember me, Milady? Milady visited my village when you were just a girl! And you cured my mother's blindness! Ever since then, I dreamed of this day where I could repay my debt to you!" with an intensely heated eyes. "What is the meaning of this? Recruit, release her at once!" the knight commander ordered as she drew her sword. "I will train hard and I will rise up in the ranks and one day I'll be--" "Recruit!" Alicia's voice boomed. The youth reluctantly released his grip before returning back to the others. The knight commander approached Helen, and she said while kneeling to her, "Do not worry, milady. I will make sure that the boy would be expelled immediately after--" "That is not necessary, Alicia" Helen replied with a warm smile. "He was merely expressing his love for me." "B-but, milady, he dared to touch you without--" "It's fine. I am merely an emissary of the Creator God. I am not a god. I am human, just like you." Noticing Helen's gentle yet stern expression, Alicia relented. Every time she met her, she didn't feel like a 16-year old girl at all. She could overwhelm her, a 30-year old veteran knight. As expected from the Saint, Alicia thought to herself. The ceremony continued on for the next hour, which there were a couple more talkative recruits, though nothing as brave as the youth. But now, the Saint's mind was starting to be diverted to another matter. The fact that she needed to pee. Since the ceremony took place on an open ground, Mary made sure that she drank a lot of water beforehand so she would have the strength to stand for that long, and not just faint from dehydration. But Mary was quite overreacting since the weather was forecast, making the water she drank all fill her bladder instead of coming out as sweat. She inferred from the remaining recruits that she still had another hour to go. She believed she could still make it just fine however, so it didn't bother her that much other than the occasional crossing of her legs and the tapping of her feet. But she was not the only person who was desperate in that ceremony. Alicia's stomach had been rumbling ever since the ceremony started. She was totally fine just a half hour ago, yet when the ceremony started, she was clenching her anus tight in order to not make a mess of herself. And now, two hours had passed. As a warrior, she was trained to hold her need until she could have a safe opportunity to go. Yet her stomach kept churning and rumbling, pumping more waste to be expelled. To her embarrassment, she had farted a few times during the ceremony. Lucky for her neither the Saint nor the pope smelled the stench., thanks to the wind blowing away from them. The fart when she kneeled in front of the Saint was the worst though. it was pretty wet and she was sure she had crapped in her panties a little. But she kept her stoic and professional knightly expression, even when she was farting. Thirty more minutes. Now, Helen was feeling quite seriously uncomfortable. When she leaned down to kiss the recruits, she would keep her tights pressed together. And her movements started to become more stiff and restrained. Alicia on the other hand, was sweating bullets. It took all her effort to keep her poop inside of her. She kept repeating to herself that she could hold it, that 30 more minutes were nothing and she could reach the chamberpot before she utterly lost it. And amazingly, she still kept her composure during this state. Fifteen more minutes. "May the Creator be with---ooh" Helen could feel her face reddening as she just spurted in her panties. Her little freeze made the recruit look at her with a confused look. "--be with you." she continued. "I-I apologize. I am getting quite fatigued." "O-oh no, please don't apologize!" the female knight replied. "It must be tiring for Milady to stand here for such a long period of time. Really, what was the Pope thinking, telling Milady to do this?" Helen smiled hearing her concern. "It's fine. It's not his fault for I asked him to. I wish to know you all better. It is the least I could do to return your loyal servitude." "Y-youre too kind, milady!" she said, teary eyed. Behind her, Alicia was faring worse. She could tell that if she moved a muscle, she would lose control and she would mess all over her panties, right in front of everyone. If any of it actually leaked through her armor, her reputation would be finished. And then, a fly landed on her nose, making her sneeze. "A-ah, it's coming out..." she mumbled as she looked down, pursing her lips, with her face beet red. Her muscles automatically expelled all the mess she had been holding, first to her panties, then to her pants, and finally to her armor. The mush enveloped her entire butt, and she could smell the horrible stench starting to appear. "And with that, I conclude the ceremony of knighthood. You are all dismissed," the Pope announced. The recruits did as he told, going back to their barracks. "Saint Helen, are you all right, my dear? Your face looks quite pale," he said when he approached her. "Y-yes, Frederick, I-I'm fine. I-I just wish to rest." Helen said. "Of course. you must be tired for standing all those three hours. I've told you it would be hard but you wouldn't listen, my girl." "I-it is worth it, Frederick. I met many good soldiers today. This kingdom is in safe hands," Helen said, with a stiff smile. "Go on ahead then. I still need to talk with Alicia." Helen nodded as she slowly walked away from the field, with her hands on her lap. Her room was thankfully quite close. But it was situated on the third floor, so she would have to climb two set of stairs to reach her relief. Oh God, please help me, she thought to herself with a pursed lips. She put her right foot gingerly on the step. She lifted her body, her bladder threatening to let her urine loose. Every step was like torture to her. She was never this close to wetting herself before. But, she made it to her room with just a couple more leaks that only left a few unnoticeable drops on the stairs. The moment she arrived, she ran towards the chamberpot, throwing her slippers and pulling down her panties. "Oh, thank you, thank you my Lord," she muttered as she relieved herself above the pot. That was really close. A minute more, and she might just have exploded right in front of her room. Alicia slowly and subtly put a distance between her and the Saint and Pope after she messed herself. She intended to just walk off casually right when the ceremony was over. However, the old man Frederick called upon her, making her have to approach him. "The minister wishes to see you after--- my Lord, what is that smell?" Alicia's heart skipped a beat. "W-what smell, milord?" she asked, playing it cool. "That smell, it smells like something terribly rotten," "I-I do not know, milord. I don't smell anything. A-anyhow, if milord has no more business with me, then I shall take my leave." Alicia bowed to him, making her mess shift a little inside her armor. And then, she walked back to her room like nothing ever happened. Her armor had succeeded in containing all of her waste. (Just a little idea of mine, written to waste time. Feel free to write your own one shots here, Blooper.)
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    Hi once again everyone. <present> The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet. At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette. The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out. I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! <Two Days Earlier> "Hey Rohit, where are we. I need to Peeee", Aishwarya whined from the back of the trekking group. Rahul looked up from the path in front of him. He scratched his head as he replied, "I'm not really sure. We're quite lost, that's for sure. We're in the middle of nowhere! There's just trees and more trees!! If you really need to pee you should probably just use a bush." Aishwarya looked indignant and sulking with a pouty face murmured, " I can wait." Our trekking group had gotten lost in the depths of the forest. We stumbled off the main trail less than an hour back and hadn't been able to find our way back. There were 8 of us in total, friends from work and other. We'd come up to Yercaud for a fun relaxing weekend of trekking, not this. Still we walked deeper and deeper into the jungle. As the sun started to dim, my eyes caught a figure in the distance, behind a forage of vines and branches. I pointed this out to my friends and they shouted to the person for help. The man however, didn't respond, at this distance we wouldn't know anyway so we all moved towards him shouting for help. Suddenly, the figure began to run. Shouting we chased after it for a good 5 minutes. Finally it appeared to be slowing down; we ran forward with renewed vigor. As we drew closer, we saw that the figure was not a man, but a tall beautiful woman, wearing a typical traditional folded saree. As we drew closer, we saw that she was fiddling with something behind a large tree. When we approached we were surprised to see a well built shed, about the size of a small public toilet, made entirely out of wood, in the middle of the jungle. The woman was fumbling with a ring of keys in front of the door. Her incessant jiggling and knee-bending gave voice to the nature of her hurry. Aishwarya had caught sight of the shed and was overjoyed. She outran all of us and reached the shed. Turning towards the village woman, Aishwarya said, "Toilet? Can .. I?? Toilet??" The village woman gave just one look of frenzied urgency to Aishwarya and went back to putting various keys in the padlock fastened on the door. Aishwarya was not well off. She was having severe difficulty keeping still. These were the final moments of struggle for her. All of a sudden a 'click' sounded as the padlock snapped off and the toilet door swayed open. Inside was a clean and obviously well maintained toilet. Aishwarya was already contemplating running ahead into the toilet before it opened. As the doors swung open though, she felt a long leak (more like a squirt) rush out of her and down her cargo trousers. She held it back but within 2 seconds another squirt escaped, and then another. Aishwarya ran ahead, literally pushing the village woman to the side and fumblingly bolted the toilet door behind her as she entered. She could feel drops of urine running down her calf. She tore her cargoes down to her knees as a tidal wave erupted from between her legs, washing the toilet clean in its path. Aishwarya sighed loudly and closed her eyes in bliss. The village woman trapped outside however was much less fortunate. Shell-shocked by Aishwarya's actions, the village woman, with her legs visibly twisted and in a semi hunch, pounded on the bathroom door. The 7 of us standing there could do nothing, and merely looked on. We were so busy watching her pounding away at the door that we didn't notice the gentle pattering noise of piss falling from her calves onto the soil until she started crying. When we realized what was happening, we all looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and awkward. The woman sobbed gently as her urine ran down her legs. Suddenly the wind changed, the sky darkened, the tree leaves rustled ominously. The woman looked up at us, her kajol smeared around her eyes. Her look was one of unadulturated hatred and anger. The next thing we knew, she was levitating above us, 5 feet in the air. As she looked at us her eyes glowed with orange fury. "FUCK YOU!! You bastards will pay for what you've done. You'll feel my pain, my humiliation, my helplessness, ALL OF YOU!!! You WILL pay. You WILL know what it feels like. Every single one of you!!" With that she disappeared among the foilage. We gazed upward stupidly in shock. The sound of a flush was followed by a relieved Aishwarya stepping out of the bathroom as she buttoned up her cargoes. "What happenned guys??"
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  17. I don't know what inspired me to write this, but major shout out to a John Sniper story - this is heavily based on that, along with some of my experiences in college. There is some messing, and it's talking in first person from the perspective of someone with this sort of fetish. Hope you enjoy. A teacher always puts their students first. Or rather, they should. So, as a teaching assistant at a university, I always do my best to be accommodating, understanding, and professional. Even when it's awkward, like when they hit on you (for grades, for kicks, or every once in a while, because they genuinely do like you like that). And, most importantly for me, I let them go to the bathroom whenever they want (and any college instructor that does otherwise is cruel). Speaking of cruel, when test days come, I essentially get demoted to glorified spotter for cheaters. The professor is now king. And professors are too often crusty old men who think teaching is an annoying distraction to their research. They're not accommodating at all. So, of course, this professor doesn't allow any bathroom breaks during the two and a half hour final. The final is brutal - eight full essays analyzing various excerpts of Victorian literature. God knows why these students took this class to fulfill their English credit requirements. Suffice to say, most are going to need all two and a half hours, and maybe more. It's the end of the school year and that means it's summer. Outside is hot and humid -- everyone is carrying a giant water bottle everywhere they go. I started to realize what a perfect storm this was when an hour in, Rowan asked me if she can go to the bathroom. I apologetically respond, "As you know, the professor sets the rules. I can ask him, but I wouldn't hold my breath." As I suspected, his response to my question was to glare at me, like how dare I even give her hope. I turned to her and shook my head no. Fifteen minutes later, Brielle asked the professor the same question. The professor gave her a curt no and coughed loudly to get the class's attention. "As you all know, you may not leave the room under any circumstance until you have finished the test. When you are done, you may leave and you cannot return to this room." I saw some students shake their heads in disbelief, but they all turned back to their tests. I spent the next half hour on my laptop, not noticing if anything was out of the ordinary. I don't see the point in checking to see if they're cheating - what are they going to do, copy a whole essay? It wasn't a multiple choice test. But, my attention was taken away from my own academic work by a gasp from the front row. I looked up and saw Rebecca, a short dark-haired girl, bent completely forward over her desk, her low-cut shirt showing me more than I probably should have seen. Her hands were buried in the crotch of her black leggings as her pencil rolled off her desk. My reaction was a mixture of concern, sympathy, and arousal. I tried to push away the last one and glanced at Rowan and Brielle. Rowan had one hand fully buried in the crotch of her patterned purple leggings; the other was still scribbling furiously away. Brielle's legs were a blur, her bare kneecaps banging against the bottom of her desk, her green shorts seemingly dry for now. It was a classroom of a hundred students. There were bound to be more people in dire predicaments. As I looked around, I realized the extent of the problem. Rowan's friend Sarah was pressing the front of her yellow dress into her crotch. A lanky sophomore, Anya, had her legs seemingly wrapped around twice over, her jeans making a vague buzzing noise as she rubbed her legs together. Alexandra, a runner, seemed like she was running in place, her black yoga pants a blur, empty Nalgene bottle on her desk. Akira and Maria, the two tallest girls, sat next to each other. Akira's high heels clicked as she shuffled her legs constantly, while Maria tried to only hold the crotch of her spandex shorts for a couple seconds at a time. Things got even more desperate as I looked around. Ciara, a red-head, had her hand inside her athletic shorts. However, it was Charlotte that overpowered the last attempts at remaining professional in thought. She was waving her legs back and forth, kneecaps banging together. When they were apart, though, I could see the crotch of her grey yoga pants, and they had a distinct dark patch the size of a silver dollar. For a few seconds, I couldn't look away. I was glad to have my own desk to hide behind as I tried to will my erection away. When I had things under control, I decided to try to do the right thing. I walked over to the professor and whispered, "I think things are getting pretty bad for the students in terms of bathroom. Can we have a break or something? Or a queue? I can walk them one at a time." The professor glared at me. As if to highlight my point, though, a fart rang through the lecture hall. I looked up, alarmed. Rina in the back row was beet red. No one seemed to have any reaction, though, probably out of sympathy. I looked back to the professor, who didn't change expression. "Rules are rules." I nodded, not looking to piss off my boss, and returned to my seat. At this point, there was thirty minutes left. The first student to finish their test, Kate, came up to me and turned her materials in. She was always one of the most competent students, and carried herself with a stern confidence that radiated, "Don't mess with me." When she went over to her desk, she bent over to pick up her backpack. Her back facing me, I glanced at her butt without thinking. To my surprise, I thought I saw some drops fall from her loose athletic shorts. I immediately looked back to see her straighten up suddenly, put her backpack on, and hurry out of the room. I was most surprised that I didn't see any signs of desperation from her. She had finally taken her iron willpower as far as it could go; fortunately, it was just one spurt, and no one else noticed. I, again, looked around the room. At this point, I had lost all pretence of rectitude and was actively looking at the students I had previously identified as desperate. Rebecca was now sitting much more relaxed, legs apart. To my shock, I saw the crotch of her leggings was clearly glistening. She had clearly peed some, and didn't seem quite as desperate at the moment. The parts glistening with pee were also translucent; I could see what seemed to be red underwear underneath. What was she going to do when she was done with her test? I glanced over at Rowan and realized she was doing the same thing, only I caught her in the act. As I looked over, she bowed her head, almost in shame. I looked down and saw her remove her arm from her crotch. A darker spot blossomed and quickly spread until it was about the size of a dollar. She squeezed her legs shut and turned back to her test. Brielle already had a patch a similar size on her shorts when I looked over, but as I looked, it grew to the size of a fist. Her legs continued to jiggle, and she never stopped writing as she peed. I was unsure if Alexandra had done the same thing, because her black yoga pants showed nothing, but she didn't seem as bouncy and desperate as before. Anya had a small spot on her jeans, but Sarah really caught my attention. She had pulled her dress back so she was no longer sitting on it; this meant from my angle I could now see up her dress, as her legs were slightly apart. I could see white underwear, and the entire crotch down to her seat was clearly darker. Who knows how much she had peed and how close she was to noticeably flooding her seat. Maria and Akira seemed to be dry, but their fidgeting had only gotten more energetic. Akira's legs were swinging wildly, her blue-jean-clad legs flailing dangerously close to Maria's. In the back, Rina had her foot under her butt, heel probably pressing in. My horniness aside, I was now concerned for them. For the ones who had leaked, were they in any position to get up in front of nearly a hundred students to turn in their test? My thoughts were again interrupted, this time by motion out of the corner of my eye. I turned and saw Ciara, whose hand was still in her shorts. I realized the motion I saw was her elbow moving back and forth, and that she was rubbing herself! My eyes almost popped out of my head (and my other head almost out of my pants). I couldn't fathom it. Was she doing it as a holding method? I steadied my breathing, just in time as Rina walked towards me to turn in her test. I smiled at her and wished her a happy summer, but as she gave me her test I heard a small, squeaky fart. She again turned red and quickly turned to go get her backpack. When she turned around, I could see her butt cheeks tightly clenched under her tight grey sweatpants. She took one step, then immediately crossed her legs. A couple seconds into standing, I saw a small bulge appear. I could hear the faint crackling as she lost the battle with her bowels and the bulge slowly grew from the size of a finger to a golf ball. She uncrossed her legs and hurried to her backpack. I swore I could see the bulge continue to grow. When she walked passed me again to exit, I saw a small wet dot on her crotch. I couldn't help but turn my head to look at her go and saw the bulge was now the size of an orange. It wobbled side to side as she tried to power walk out of the room. Fortunately for her, she left without further incident, and I don't think anyone noticed - everyone was too wrapped up in trying to finish the test. A couple minutes later, I thought I heard a soft pitter patter and I looked up to see Rebecca, legs spread wide, her face an expression of relief. Drops were rolling off her seat. She had her row to herself and had carpet underneath, so it wasn't too obvious. I think Rowan and Sarah noticed, as they were sitting closest to her, but they were in no place to judge. Rebecca, always a quick thinker, scooped up her backpack as she got up, adjusting the straps so it covered her butt. As she walked towards me, though, I could see through her translucent crotch for what looked like a red thong. I wished her a good summer as she wordlessly handed me the test and exited, most of the class none the wiser. Alexandra was also rather ingenious. I saw her look around the room, then scoot her butt towards the edge of the chair. I pretended to look away as it dawned on me what she was planning to do. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her pull her black yoga pants down just enough and hold her Nalgene bottle by the edge of the seat. Alexandra was fully concentrated on the task at hand, I risked looking directly at her, fascinated by her cleverness. She angled the pee so it hit the sides of the bottle to avoid making any splashing noises, though I thought I could hear it a couple of times. I also saw her miss at the end as her stream died down. It dribbled down the seat onto the floor. The bottle was a quarter full, clearly not a full amount. She must have let out just enough to get out of here. She quickly pulled her pants back up, hid the bottle in her backpack, and turned in her test to me. Her ever-cheerful face hid her deed and her black yoga pants hid any evidence I could tell of any wetness, though I'm sure they were damp. I turned back to Ciara. She was still going strong, and just set her pencil down. It seemed she was finished with the test, but was now fully invested in touching herself. I could see her face turn redder and redder until it matched her hair. Right before she came, she looked straight at me. I froze - I was caught! - I was staring right at her. She smiled faintly, though, and closed her eyes as she bit her lip to keep her mouth closed. As she came, I could see her crotch get dark in spurts, until it went from halfway up her shorts all the way down to the seat. She packed her bag and walked over to turn in her test, relying on pure bravado to avoid suspicion from other students. Her shorts were definitely dark on the back, but it seemed she got away with it. She turned in the test with her dry hand, but then presented her left hand to shake, it still glistening from pee and probably her juices. I had no choice but to shake, though to be honest I was more than happy to. It also seemed to me to be an agreement: "I won't tell on you if you won't on me." After Ciara left, the professor stood up. "We have reached time. There is fifteen minutes of passing time - if you need more time, ***** [me] will stick around for those fifteen minutes to collect your test." About half the class was still there. When the professor announced, most of them came down to turn in their test. As the professor and those students left, I scanned the room again. All of the remaining desperate students were still there. Charlotte was in the same position as before, dark spot covering her whole crotch and going to her thighs. I could see drops occasionally dripping from Sarah's seat; it seemed her priority was more to keep her dress dry. Rowan's legs were glued shut; I couldn't see if they were more wet than before or not. Akira's jeans had the first sign of wetness, though nothing serious. Maria's shorts were too dark to tell, but she was also now rubbing her stomach and bent over. I turned to Anya. Her lips were trembling; she looked like she was about to cry. It was clear she had peed her pants, as her crotch was soaking wet and surely her butt was as well. Instantly, my horniness disappeared as I realized I had to help her. She was clearly done with the test -- she just couldn't get up in front of the other students. I walked over to her. "Are you done with the test?" She sniffled and nodded her head. I took it. I whispered, "Listen, get your backpack and walk ahead of me, I'll be right behind." She stiffened as she realized I knew, but then took my advice. As she walked in front of me, I could see her blue jeans were completely soaked in the back, almost all the way to the belt buckle. As she opened the door to exit, she turned to me and mouthed, "Thank you" before leaving. I then turned to my desk and sat back down. Miraculously, again, no one seemed to have noticed or cared (though most of the people left weren't in any position to!). Sarah turned in her test next, her dress betraying nothing. However, as she walked to get her backpack and left, I saw trickles rolling down her leg. She made no sign reacting to it, though. Akira was then next, her damage limited to a small spot that was barely visible. As she handed her test in, her knees bent involuntarily, and I saw the spot double from a penny to a quarter. She quickly stood back up and left, leaving me with an uncomfortable erection (yet again). As most of the students wrapped up in the next ten minutes, I realized that the professor wasn't here and they could easily ask me to go to the bathroom. It seemed, though, that everyone desperate was too far gone. Finally, it was only Rowan, Charlotte, Maria, and Brielle left. I announced, "Five minutes left." Charlotte looked around, then ever the outgoing one, announced, "Listen, I'm pissing my pants here, and we're all friends here, so I'm just gonna let go." We all turned in shock as she stood up and peed. She was already soaked at the crotch, butt, and thighs, but it quickly trickled down and darkened the whole inner sides of her grey yoga pants. She walked over, only slightly bow-legged due to the uncomfortable piss, and turned in her test. I said, loudly enough for the class to hear, "I'm sorry this happened and the professor was such a jerk." Charlotte looked bemused more than upset. She shrugged and said, "I can't say I've never done this drunk..." With that she walked out. As she walked out, I realized Maria was also peeing, a steady stream falling off her chair. My attention was taken away by Brielle approaching me. While her shorts were clearly wet, Charlotte seemed to have emboldened her. As she left, I saw the back of her green shorts were entirely wet. I looked back at Maria. She had finished peeing. She then leaned to the side, lifting the left side of her butt off the seat. I assumed she was subtly trying to fart, but her eyes widened in shock and she sat back down, splashing piss off the seat. She grimaced for a few seconds, then stood up to turn in her test. As she came up to me, I smelled the faint smell of poop, but said nothing. She turned in her test and went back to her seat to get her backpack. I could see a small bulge, maybe the size of a golf ball. If she wasn't wearing tight spandex shorts, it wouldn't have been noticeable save the smell. She quickly hurried out of the room. I turned my attention to Rowan. She still had her legs tightly crossed, one hand in her crotch. She stared intensely at her test. I said, as gently as I could, "Time's up, Rowan." She looked up and said meekly, "I can't concentrate because I have to go to the bathroom." "Would you want to go to the bathroom? You can go and then can finish the test in my office." She lit up at the suggestion, but then said, "I'm afraid if I even move I'm going to pee." I didn't say anything, because I didn't have a solution to that. She struggled for a few more seconds, before she announced, "Fuck it, I'll give it a shot." She stood up and took a step forward. Immediately, I saw a stream hiss straight through her leggings onto the carpet. She immediately jammed her hands into her crotch and crossed her legs, but she cried out, "I can't stop!" I stared as piss poured down her purple leggings, darkening them before streaming into her sneakers and onto the ground. It feels like an eternity, but was probably only 45 seconds or so before she stopped and uncrossed her legs. She looked so relieved, but when she looked back at me she was bright red. I said, "Don't sweat it, it happens and you're not even the only person it happened to in class today. How much of the test do you have left? My offer still stands." She said, "I have one essay left, shouldn't take me more than ten minutes, but..." I waited intently. "But...?" She looked down. "I... uhh... have to poop." I was jerked into action. "Let's get to the bathroom!" I quickly packed my things as she took baby steps towards the door. I grabbed her test and backpack and followed her. She was walking at a snails pace. I couldn't help but stare at her butt. She had such a nice one - well-rounded, shapely. She was an athlete, and it was clearly toned (and flexing shut as best it could!), but also sizeable. I realized if I get another erection now, there's no hiding it. As she grabbed the door handle, I heard a fart. She froze. She farted again. Then, she exhaled deeply as her buttcheeks relaxed and a small mound formed. She muttered, "Oh god" repeatedly as it expanded. Soon, her mumbling trailed off as she resorted to a couple of soft grunts as the rest was pushed out. I watched, mesmorized, as the poop curled out and stretched her leggings and grew the bulge from ping pong sized to orange sized. She let out a final grunt and it quickly doubled in size before she straightened up. I quickly side stepped so I was behind a lectern to hide my raging erection that was now leaking a sizeable amount of pre-cum. I felt like I could just touch my dick and I would cum everywhere. I was light-headed as the smell of poop wafted into my general direction. She turned to me and had tears in her eyes. "I can't believe I just did that." Seeing her struggle helped calm myself down. I comforted her. "Don't worry about that. Just get to the bathroom, clean yourself up, and meet me in my office. You can finish your last essay there." She nodded and walked -- or rather, waddled -- out. I headed to my office and set down her materials on the desk next to mine. About fifteen minutes later, she showed up, still in wet leggings. I ignored that and pulled out a seat. She walked over and sat, still faintly smelling like poop. There was no longer any bulge, though I felt like there was some darker stains that seemed brown. I returned to my laptop and pretended to work, although I was too horny to actually get anything done. Ten minutes later, she finished her final essay and handed it to me. She said, "I'm so sorry again, thank you for letting me finish." I cut her off. "Seriously, don't sweat it and don't beat yourself up over what happened. It happens to everyone, I swear. I really appreciated having you in class." With that, I ended things professionally and she left. But the moment she left, I headed straight to the bathroom to take care of business that couldn't wait until I got home.
  18. This thread is for requests for the omorashi and diaper fetish game dubbed Average Life. Here you can request to join development, share ideas, and maybe even learn about future updates. Be aware this is non profit game (not even ads) so if you do ask to join development you will not be paid. Its only a hobby. Thanks everyone in advance for helping out~! (P.S, game is here)
  19. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by sparkypup (Furaffinity) Filling up on so many delicious cookies is every baby's idea of a good meal....but.....its when we feel that familiar rumbling in our little puppy tummies, that we then must brace ourselves for a very uncomfortable moment....The Call of Duty......We then must put on our cutest and fiercest warrior face, as we engage in the big push. It only lasts a second, and after our diapers get heavier, we know we've won.
  20. From the album OverFlo207 - 2017

    A collaborative drawing by both me and HofBondage http://hofbondage.deviantart.com/ This took some work to pull off, because we both had to construct a pose and had to make sure our drawings matched up together, not overlapping each other. It was a fun project. Plus we both wanted our OCs to be the victim in the image...so we settled on Flo stinking up the padded room......cuz I'm such a stinkbutt...XD And we got to draw each other's OC. HofBondage drew Flo, the background, and combined the two characters together into the same image. I on the other hand, got to draw cute little Laura, and I did the coloring for this project. Poor Flo....(poor me)...well actually, poor Laura. She's stuck in a small sealed padded room with a dumb stinky dog boy like Flo. Hehe...he looks very uncomfortable while trying to do his business, in this pic. ^^ Laura is not making it easy on him...she doesn't take any crap from Flo. We both love straitjackets, but haven't drawn many in our art, so it was a perfect opportunity to lock our OCs into such a fun little bondage scenario. :)
  21. Chapter 1: The Fall of Insomnia It wasn't very long after King Regis CXIII of Lucis agreed to sign the peace treaty with the Empire of Niflheim, ruled by Emperor Iedolas Aldercept, that the Empire played a deadly hand on Lucis, successfully manipulating the entire nation of Lucis into it's foul trap. The day of the signing, Niflheim struck the final blow it needed to take Lucis, and with it, the all powerful Crystal that Lucis protected. This is where our story begins, with a group of four girls from Regis's Kingsglaive during the Seige of Insomnia, during the fall of the great captial of Lucis.
  22. Chapter 1: The Fall of Insomnia It wasn't very long after King Regis CXIII of Lucis agreed to sign the peace treaty with the Empire of Niflheim, ruled by Emperor Iedolas Aldercept, that the Empire played a deadly hand on Lucis, successfully manipulating the entire nation of Lucis into it's foul trap. The day of the signing, Niflheim struck the final blow it needed to take Lucis, and with it, the all powerful Crystal that Lucis protected. This is where our story begins, with a group of four girls from Regis's Kingsglaive during the Seige of Insomnia, during the fall of the great captial of Lucis.
  23. I've been looking around all over the internet trying to find the source of this image. Do you guys have any leads?
  24. I had an unreal experience today! Must tell you about it soon, will do as soon as I have time to write a decent account of it. I'm the meantime, here's something else very different I've done recently. This actually happened several months ago, which is when I wrote this account. In fact, after making a comment about my desire to give messing a go I was privately messaged by several people interesting in my first attempt. This is an account I wrote for them, but since seeing Kimiko3's post about her brown accident, I figured you might just want to hear this little endeavour of mine. As Kimiko3 put it: "If messing accidents are not allowed here, I am very sorry, but there is clearly some overlap between the fandoms!" By the way, her accident made for a brilliant read, if you haven't checked it out already, I would recommend it: https://omorashi.org/topic/23706-public-messing-accident-i-had-sorry-if-not-allowed/ This post is what it says on the tin. If you are offended, disgusted or otherwise uninterested in poopy play, please do not read on. So I got up early (around 5), needing a pee. I went to the washroom wearing my nightgown, under which I had some panties. All my housemates have left for the summer, so with the house to myself I'd planned on wetting the panties standing in the shower, then heading back to bed. When I climbed in (after taking my gown off) I relaxed to wet and a little gas escaped. It dawned on me that I quite needed to poop, and figured I could do it there and then! So I was very nervous, but excited about it. It took a few minutes of pushing before I finally relaxed enough. I felt my botty hole stretching, accompanied by the popping/crackling sounds. My panties grew heavy as a warm mushy sludge formed a bulging mass in between my legs. I was very exited, my heart pumping fast. As I squeezed out more, the poop began to ooze up my bottom crack. The fabric was stretching down, and as I emptied the last of my bowls it began to seep out around the top of my legs. All in all a very different, very new experience. I like it because I felt naughty, but it was a dirty, wild sort of naughty. Hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know if I should try it again...
  25. Is anyone wearing a messy diaper right now ? I would like to see how long I can wear it for but maybe I want some encouragement /advice. P.M. me if you don't want to post !