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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. Hello, I'm working on a fantasy game that I'm making and I wanted to share this with you. It's basically a wetting animation for whenever the women wet themselves in game. This particular character pictured is pending, meaning that she may or may not be in the game. I'm somewhat satisfied with the result except for the puddle. Messing content is below, some in combination with wetting. I can post more pictures, since I got other if anyone wants more angles and views.
  3. So this occurred about fourteen years ago, when I was about five. I was still diapered back then, even thought I had been potty trained for about two years at that point, give or take. I did occasionally use the bathroom, but only after I had gotten used to that place. Now this occurred within my first week at my preschool at the YMCA. I had run out of diapers so I went commando under my sweatpants. After an hour of playtime, I felt a growing pressure in my bladder and bowels. My two bottles of milk, my breakfast, and my snack time food and juice seemed to want out of me. I had a rough idea of where the bathrooms were, but was still uncomfortable with using them. I shuffled away from where I was playing, and looked for a quiet spot to fill my pants. My pants were a dark blue color, and the carpeted floor a dark green. I eventually hunkered down behind a bookcase, and just let go. A small mound of poo swiftly entered the back of my pants, while a stream of pee flowed to the crotch of my pants, and down my legs. After I was sure my pants were dry enough, I made my way into the bathroom, and dumped the poop into the toilet.
  4. Version 1.0.0

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    I've been posting Japanese Twitter profiles in this thread. Over time though, many of the profiles have been taken down. I decided to upload some of the videos that I have of the profiles that are now gone for anyone who missed them, because there are some real gems in this collection. Most of the videos are wetting videos, some are diaper videos, and there's also a single messing video in there. I put every video into a .zip file along with all the other videos by their respective uploader, except for the ones who I only have one video of. Here's a brief description of all of the videos in this collection: @__overrrrr__ — (5 videos) panty wettings, video #2 is a shorts wetting @e2_dp5 — a pants wetting @eimiii____01 — (3 videos) panty wettings @hanahana344 — a shorts wetting @jF5kEW9dJAw5Nj — (4 videos) videos #1 and #3 are shorts wettings, video #2 is a sweatpants wetting, video #4 is a skirt wetting @keropones — (4 videos) diaper wetting videos, video #1 is a pants wetting video and video #4 is a panty messing video @mekewako — (2 videos) video #1 is a skirt wetting, video #2 is a shorts wetting @omorashi_ayaya — shorts wetting (the screenshot is from this video) @osgm___01 — (3 videos) panty wettings, video #2 is a shorts wetting @scrtt___01 — (4 videos) videos #1 and #4 are panty wettings, videos #2 and #3 are skirt wettings @x6MRtKWYHNMoBEI — (3 videos) diaper wettings @nanonano577 — yoga pants wetting

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  5. So there was this one video that I came across a long time ago and was long since removed from a site I used to go to... I know that there are a few Messing fans out there, so I figured that I would ask around for help in finding the vid. It starts with a girl in the toilet about to go, but is interrupted by a guy delivering something to her at the front door, so she decides to go answer the door, ignoring her need to go. The guy is taking his sweet time and strikes up conversation with her while she fights to seem interested and hold it in. She's in a skirt and wearing a blue thong. Eventually, she starts slipping and losing control, letting some out into her panties, barely held in between her but cheeks by the thong. Slowly she looses the battle and she gives up, pooping her panties. It was a really good quality video and I was hoping that someone may have it downloaded somewhere or has seen it somewhere...
  6. Version 1.0.Blargh

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    I did say I would upload the other four games at some point so here they are. Only 3 and 4 are really worth playing in my opinion, but they're all here if you want them. I have no screenshots but apparently it requires some so have a squid. You can buy all these on dlsite, and I recommend supporting the guy, he makes cool stuff. Guide for 3: Courage Test.txt This one is a bit weirder: the actions you do before the listed ones are irrelevant, so long as you don't accidentally scare them a lesser amount and end the scene before you reach the point you want. These are also not the only routes, there are other possibilities. Guide for 4: Courage Test 4.txt

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  7. View File Japanese Twitter video collection I've been posting Japanese Twitter profiles in this thread. Over time though, many of the profiles have been taken down. I decided to upload some of the videos that I have of the profiles that are now gone for anyone who missed them, because there are some real gems in this collection. Most of the videos are wetting videos, some are diaper videos, and there's also a single messing video in there. I put every video into a .zip file along with all the other videos by their respective uploader, except for the ones who I only have one video of. Here's a brief description of all of the videos in this collection: @__overrrrr__ — (5 videos) panty wettings, video #2 is a shorts wetting @e2_dp5 — a pants wetting @eimiii____01 — (3 videos) panty wettings @hanahana344 — a shorts wetting @jF5kEW9dJAw5Nj — (4 videos) videos #1 and #3 are shorts wettings, video #2 is a sweatpants wetting, video #4 is a skirt wetting @keropones — (4 videos) diaper wetting videos, video #1 is a pants wetting video and video #4 is a panty messing video @mekewako — (2 videos) video #1 is a skirt wetting, video #2 is a shorts wetting @omorashi_ayaya — shorts wetting (the screenshot is from this video) @osgm___01 — (3 videos) panty wettings, video #2 is a shorts wetting @scrtt___01 — (4 videos) videos #1 and #4 are panty wettings, videos #2 and #3 are skirt wettings @x6MRtKWYHNMoBEI — (3 videos) diaper wettings @nanonano577 — yoga pants wetting Submitter ThreeCats Submitted 03/19/2017 Category Female Wetting  
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    They very popular, yet seldom uploading, Omoani has awakened from their slumber to give us something new. Omoani has started using voice over work in their videos, which does nothing but make the video a bit better. It is a messing video, so you guys do know.

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  9. (This here was a co-op fic, @ExplosiveTurtlez did the base writing while I did the editing. We are quite happy with the story and hope you all enjoy~!) Once class was over, Pyrrha huddled her sweet booty over to the nearest toilet, but, as usual after class, it was already taken (by a certain Ice-Queen, no less~ and you know how she takes her sweet time to apply liberal amounts of makeup). The soon-to-be-but-not-really(rip) Fall Maiden gives the door a stern but not too harsh knock. "Excuse me... I really need to go..." she claims, but the girl remains silent, ignoring her to focus on applying just the right amount of powder. A good five minutes pass and Pyrrha knocks again, trying her best not to fart next to the students. "PLEASE I'm dying to go!!" she calls out when the door suddenly opens. The Ice-Queen shoots the red-head a mean look before trotting off with dignity. She then rushes into the almost spotless toilet (save for one of Schnee's pubic hairs~ Teehee~) and hovers over the seat, dropping her panties as a torrent of golden piss rains down into the bowl with perfect accuracy. She also lets out a grunt as her soft loafs splash into the toilet, stinking up the place a bit. Looks like the girl actually made it~! While Pyrrha did her business in the bathroom, all of Team RWBY was waiting outside, shuffling with absolute need. All of their tummy's were rumbling and their bladders were bulging out. Yang knocked on the door and called out "Yo! We gotta whizz and shizz. Could ya hurry up in there?" she asks, a loud groan from her tummy being heard. Pyrrha replies "Oh I'm so sorry... I-I'll try to be fast." She forced the rest of her body out into the toilet, flushed, then washed her hands and left the bathroom. Yang tried making a run for it, but Blake and Weiss tried squeezing through, their butts jamming into each other. "H-Hey I've been holding it more than you!" said the Ice Queen. "I doubt you've been holding it for a whole day," Blake argued. They fight each other to squeeze into the doorway, their asses leaking with gas as they pushed more and more. Ruby and Yang watched as the monochrome opposites fought for potty dominance. However, Weiss got the upper hand by sweeping Blake's leg and pushing her out of the way, slamming the door shut. "HEY! OPEN THE DOOR! I'M GONNA HAVE AN ACCIDENT!!" Blake roared, her tummy on the verge of bursting. Weiss just silently taunts her as she slides her frilly panties down and hovers above the toilet, the noise of water splashing and plopping was very audible. She snickered in her relieving victory~ Blake, however, fell to her knees, whimpering softly as her tummy reached it's limit. The brown soft loaf slid out of her booty and into her panties, making a noticeable bulge. A golden puddle also formed beneath her, reflecting Blake's saddened expression. "What the hell, Weiss! That was beyond rude!" Ruby called out angrily, but Yang had something else in mind. After letting out an accidental fart, she busts the doorknob with her fist. "WHAT was that?!" Weiss called out, trying to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. "C'mon sis. Let's find another bathroom," Yang smiles, picking up Blake as she continued soiling herself. After Weiss was left to rot in her stink-chamber, and Blake finished up her accident, with no time for a change, the girls come up to the next bathroom. Yang's tummy lets out another gurgle of despair. "Man I have to go like mad!!" she states. Ruby just nods in agreement, clutching her stomach. Blake tries to cover her face as passerby hunters and huntresses chuckle and scowl at the stinky kitten... Much to their dismay, however, the line for the girl's potty is jam-packed! Apparently rumor spread of a certain restroom being rendered useless, and so everyone's needs have been focused on a single potty. Yang blushes a little, as she was the cause of said effect... Over time, the line gets a little shorter, but their times are running short. Yang has now resorted to grabbing her ass, trying her best to keep it in. Ruby does the same as well, unable to keep back a few toots... It feels like it's been hours now as the line barely shrinks. Some girls have already resorted to peeing themselves, or in a nearby corner, or simply popping a squat right by the line. Blake didn't really know why she was still there... Perhaps she wanted to see the resulting accidents...? "Ohhh I can't hold it, Yang..." Ruby whines, her legs crossed. A few trickles slowly leak down her leggings... Finally, it's Yang's turn to go. Her stomach roars and gurgles as she reaches for the knob, but stops and turns to Ruby. "C'mon sis. You go first~" she winks. "B-But Yang! What about-" "It's fiiine. Please, you go first." Ruby is not in a position to disagree, so she rushes into the potty, throws her panties off, and gets her butt onto the seat as her brown and gold liquid fusion cascades into the water. The loud splorches of diarrhea leaks through the door, nauseating a few students. But Yang just smiled in relief and leans her back against the wall. Some other girl quickly takes her position. "Yang! A-Aren't you gonna go after Ruby?" Blake asks. Yang just smiles, however. "Blake... I've run out of tine long ago~" she says quietly, and a deafening crackle of brown lightning fills the halls. Her panties bulge outward furiously, brown splotches leaking out the sides and falling onto the floor. Followed by that was a hot golden stream, which pooled at her feet. Yang smirks and leans up against Blake. "MAN I needed that~<3" Ruby comes out of the toilet and looks to Yang with disbelief. She was about to start apologizing for making Yang have an accident, but her sis quickly hushes her. "Don't say it~ C'mon... Let's get back to our room and change." she says with a sway of her soiled booty, making Ruby and Blake gulp nervously. They go on their way to the dorms, and what they do afterwards... is up to you~
  10. Hello, everyone! Anyone who read any of my Overwatch stories will probably know what to expect, but for those new: I love fear wetting/messing, and there is a lot of it. While I'm only opening with the one short story here, this thread will be where I post any others I write. So for now, I hope you guys like it! The Battle of the Broken Shore An Alliance ship sailed for the Broken Shore. The Legion had returned, and a massive battle was unfolding there. The situation was dire, dire enough that King Varian Wrynn himself was coming to face the threat. Miriam and Lia, two Alliance knights in their full armor and colors, looked out at the pale, unearthly green glow on the horizon. After a few tours on Outland, Miriam had learned to be deathly afraid of the Legion. Lia, however, had never confronted so much as an imp. What a surprise she’s in for, thought Miriam. People were shouting suddenly. What was wrong? There was too much noise from every direction. All the ships, all the people shouting, the waves, the sounds of demons. DEMONS?! Strange, gargoyle-like creatures at begun attacking the ships. Some landed and entered into brutal melees with nearby soldiers, but some just grabbed an unlucky victim and flew off with them, taking them who-knows-where. “Come on, Miriam, we have to help!” Lia shouted, as she drew her sword and shield and made for the enemy, as one of the beasts landed on their particular ship. But Miriam did not move to help. She was completely still with fear. She’d seen what demons could do to even the strongest of mortals. She’d seen how many of them there were. As the gargoyle raked its claw across a knight, tearing his armor wide open, Miriam’s wavering control over her bladder failed. Hot urine streamed into, then through her panties, wetting them. She felt the urine flow down her toned, muscly thighs, then flowing out between the chainmail segments of her armor, loudly splattering onto the wooden floor beneath her, leaving a fairly embarrassing puddle. Lia was still foolhardy in her bravery, and climbed atop the demon, expertly shoving her sword into its neck. It screamed in pain before collapsing to the ground, dead. Despite this victory, Miriam’s fears were not abated, for she could only think that it took half a platoon of seasoned men and women just to kill one of the beasts. Lia strode over, a look of mild annoyance upon her face, “We could have used some help, you know,”. “I… I know, I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve seen what demons are capable of,” “Then why don’t you help us stop them?” “That’s why I’m here, but just… being face-to-face with one, I couldn’t move, I could only...” she glanced down at her puddle with shame. Lia took notice of the puddle, too. She place an armored hand on Miriam’s armored shoulder, and with some sympathy said “you can trust me to have your back, you know,”. She gave her shoulder a bit of a squeeze, “I can trust you to have mine, right?”. Miriam’s fear subsided a bit, “Yeah. Yeah, you can,”. A man up in the crow’s nest suddenly screamed down to the crew, “INFERNALS! EVASIVE ACTIONS!!”. Miriam might never have seen those strange bat demons before, but she was well acquainted with the dreaded infernals. Terrifying, towering monsters made of black rock and green, demonic fire. She looked to the sky, and sure enough, several meteors leaving fiery green trails rained from the heavens upon them. Miriam felt her bowels begin to loosen, for if an infernal crashed into their ship, no amount of skill or training would save them. She might not have been the most pious individual, but she began to pray to the Light for safety. As she prayed, the ship nearest to theirs was suddenly obliterated in a massive explosion of green felfire. Anyone who wasn’t incinerated immediately was likely to drown, or to become food for the island’s less-than-friendly marine life. As she watched the wreckage sink, yet continue to burn in its demonic way, her bowels expelled their contents. Her black panties bulged, and reached out until they touched the seat of her plate armor. Her expulsion was forceful, and Lia, who heard the sounds of Miriam’s release, looked at her butt to notice that Miriam’s armor covering her ass actually moved back slightly. Miriam continued pushing log after log into her armor, her attempts to regain control were utter failures. Lia couldn’t judge her, for her own panties became wet with urine upon seeing the explosion. She didn’t fully lose control, but most certainly had a wet spot the size of a few coins on the front of her skimpy black panties. She felt a single, small trail of urine course down her right leg, making its way into her boot. Miriam looked out at armies of demons gathering on the shores, the ones she’d be fighting in mere minutes. She was terrified beyond all recognition, but she would fight, for that is what a warrior does. And looking at the other knights on the ship, she was far from the only one who’d be running into battle in sodden panties, if all the armored feet standing in puddles was any indication. This was going to be a long battle. ----------------------------------------------------------- Lia was on fire. It was probably best to specify that she was not literally on fire, considering their opponents. No, she was on fire in the sense that she must have killed sixty demons in half as many minutes. Her armor was tattered and largely destroyed by now. Her chestplate had been discarded, leaving only a chainmail shirt covering her upper body. One of her shoulder pads had been blown away, leaving only the pad on her right shoulder, which was dented and damaged. Her helmet had been knocked off, revealing her scarred face, and long blonde hair. She was quite the demon, herself, spitting toe-curling curses as she carved through demons like a knife through butter, and issuing terrifying war cries. Quite frankly, the loss of her armor only made her faster, not more vulnerable. Miriam’s job at this point had devolved into protecting Lia’s backside from any demons attempting to sneak up on her. Her wet legs and messy bottom were uncomfortable, still, but she ignored it for her friend’s sake. A large felguard charged at the duo, screaming all the way. Miriam raised her shield, and braced herself for the battle. She and the demon parried and struck with wild ferocity. The felguard was obviously surprised by her strength and fortitude; perhaps they’d been promised easy conquest and were finding it not-so-easy. After a few more rounds of striking back and forth, Miriam’s sword slashed across the demon’s hamstring, bringing down into a kneeling position. With the difference in height now negated, Miriam swung, and decapitated the monster. She turned towards her friend, “Lia, did you see that?!” she shouted with pride. Her happiness died quickly, however, as she saw Lia being thrown to the ground by an enormous doomguard. The beast roared, and Miriam felt her crotch grown warm once again. Small rivulets of pee worked their way down her legs. The demon raised its weapon up, preparing to bring it down upon Lia, who had long since discarded her shield. Realizing this, Miriam threw her shield to Lia, who grabbed it eagerly. The doomguard brought its massive sword down, slamming into the shield. Lia was an expert at playing through the fear, but today it got the better of her. As her arms nearly crumpled under the weight of the next strike, her bladder crumpled under the weight of her fright. Warmth engulfed her crotch and ass, pooling on the ground around her. On the next hit, her bowels voided, propelling her semisolid mess into her skimpy panties, which could hardly contain it. After the next hit, more mess came out, overwhelming her (poor choice in) panties. As the mess slipped by her almost thong-like underwear and into her armor, another hit nearly split the shield in half. She was certain that one more hit would cleave the shield, and also her, in half. The demon screamed suddenly, however, and Lia looked up to see Miriam mirroring her own trick from earlier: she had climbed upon the demon, and was stabbing it in the neck. The beasts overly-muscled arms could not reach her. With a few more gory, grotesque slashes, Miriam had all but removed the demon’s entire throat, and it finally collapsed, dead. Miriam offered Lia her hand, which she accepted. She stood, and prepared to face more demons, but she noticed: her army was retreating. The demons were advancing. A loud, authoritative voice boomed in the distance, “Fall back! Fall back! We’re retreating from the Broken Shore!”. While it certainly wasn’t hard to understand why, looking at the incredibly massive force of demons, Lia still could hardly accept it. Only when Miriam grabbed hold of her arm and began pulling as hard as she could did Lia move. They boarded the ship that brought them here, which had mercifully not been incinerated, yet. Only moments after they stepped foot on the ship, it began to depart, leaving anyone still on the Shore to their fate. Lia was very grateful that her armor hid her fairly large accident from the other knights. As she saw some female draenei priest whose pants had a large wet stain down the front, and a lumpy, brown bulge in the back, she was reminded that there were probably very few people on this ship who hadn’t soiled themselves pretty thoroughly. She looked back at the island, hatefully. This time, Miriam put her arm on Lia’s shoulder, which gave some comfort. The mess that was smeared across her ass and some of her legs just seemed to accentuate the feeling of total defeat. They would come back. She would come back. And next time, she would not lose.
  11. (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.)
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  14. So with the recent Borderlands 3 tech demo thing being shown, I resolved to replay the entire Borderlands trilogy plus Tales, and it got me thinking that I should write some Borderlands fiction. This story will feature my favorite Vault Hunter, Gaige. Picture for those unfamiliar. Though it's definitely not as prominent as some of my other works, there is messing involved in this story, fair warning. Hope you enjoy it! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Things were quiet. The only sound was the wind howling between rocky crags and blowing some sand about. The sun shone down, oppressive and hot. Some bits of metal scrap poked out of the sand here and there, but aside from those precious few hints, you could never guess that this sandy wasteland was actually home to a fairly large colony of bandits. Truth be told, neither could Gaige. The silence was broken by the sound of a car being pushed to its absolute limit. It crested the top of a large sand dune, and remained airborne for several seconds before crashing back down into the sand. Gaige shuddered with the impact. She felt her bladder, which was already crying for release, twinge in protest at the shock of the crash. She was extremely thankful that the jeep-like Runners were as durable as they were, as the car seemed to have suffered no real damage from the crash. She patted the dashboard endearingly as the car revved up and continued forward. Craning her neck backwards, she saw numerous bandit vehicles making the same jump she just had. She swore under her breath. Naturally, with bandits came gunfire, and this time was no exception. The sounds of bullets impacting her car echoed all around her, causing her to again praise their tankiness. A bullet suddenly bore through the armor of the car, emerging through the steel just behind her left ear. She could feel it blow through her hair. She regained her senses quickly, however, and was suddenly privy to the new warmth between her legs. Realizing what she was doing, she quickly jammed her right arm into her crotch, and managed to stem the flow. She could feel the wet spot was only a few inches in diameter, focused entirely on her crotch. She’d managed to stop the flow this time, but her bladder still begged for release, and it would soon, whether she wanted it to or not. More bullets raced by, and Gaige had had enough. She held her robotic arm through the window, and in a flash of blue light, her faithful friend and protector, the huge robot Deathtrap, appeared from thin air. She didn’t even need to say anything, Deathtrap had analyzed and assessed the situation instantly. Flying backward, it smashed into a bandit Runner, sending bits of car- and bandit- flying. Through the smoke, Deathtrap emerged, not a scratch on him. He quickly made his way for another car. Gaige laughed. It always brought a tear to her eye to watch Deathtrap fuck up some bandits. Her car suddenly jerked, however, and she looked to the right to see one of the bandit cars ramming into hers. She angrily glared at the bandit, and flipped him the bird. The bandit just looked at her dismissively before giving a non-enthusiastic bird right back. Gaige resolved that she was so going to kill him. At least, she thought that was a “him”. She could swear that “he” had boobs, though. That couldn’t be right, right? Were there even female bandits? The bandit wore a leather mask that totally obscured their face, so that was no help. She was also getting farther away. Now she was getting closer again. Another violent collision made Gaige realize that the bandit was just ramming her again. She felt more pee leak into her white-and-red panties. Well, white-red-and-yellow panties, now. If she didn't hurry this up, she'd have to go back to Sanctuary with a wet butt and stockings. It wouldn't be the first time for her, but it was still embarrassing. Screw this, Gaige thought. She reached for her pistol, and began firing at the bandit, who ducked back in their seat a bit. It had the desired effect, at least, since the bandit suddenly backed off. Gaige watched the bandit car come to a grinding halt in the sand behind her. The ruins of what was a fleet of cars behind them meant Deathtrap had done his job pretty well. But the bandit wasn’t making any move to keep up the chase. Why? Gaige looked forward, and suddenly understood why. She was racing directly towards a cliff ledge. Time seemed to slow down as she began to hit the brakes and swerve as hard as she could. As her car screeched and came to a stop, one of the tires just went over the ledge, and the car lurched forward before falling backwards again. Once it was stable, and she backed up from the ledge, Gaige just sat there catching her breath. And peeing her pants. The shock of the cliff had been too much, and her aching bladder had emptied itself as she spun out. At least, it had started emptying around then; it was still going strong now. Gaige looked down in disbelief as the wet stains travelled down the insides of her legs. A puddle formed around her ass, and began to flow off the edge of the seat. The sickly warmth spilled into her shoes, leaving small puddles in them. She heard a voice shouting something, and remembered that she was in a life-or-death situation. Forgetting her shame, she reached for her gun… Only to find that it had flown out of the car as she spun. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck...” She said, utterly exhausted. “Come on out, Vault Hunter. Let’s finish this,” Came a gruff and decidedly female voice from the bandit car. Gaige poked her head out, and saw the bandit coming towards her car with a shotgun in hand. She wore a brown leather jacket over a green shirt, along with simple brown pants. Gaige hopped out of the car, making sure to land on the side opposite the bandit. She readied her hammer she kept to repair her arm, or Deathtrap for the rare instances that was necessary. As small as it was, when paired with her metal arm, it could easily smash through concrete; the bandit’s skull wouldn’t even be an obstacle. A sudden sound behind her made her jump and turn around. There she saw… a rock? Wait, did the bandit lady throw a rock? As Gaige realized the trick she turned around just as the butt of a shotgun was slammed into her gut. Winded and bruised, she fell backwards, landing on her wet ass. She blinked as the barrel of a shotgun was levelled in front of her face, “say goodnight, Vault Hunt- did you piss yourself?” the bandit momentarily moved her gun a little to the side to get a better view. As she did, Gaige launched her mechanical arm upwards, smashing into the gun. It flew into the air, and would not be landing for a couple of minutes. The bandit simply looked up in disbelief for a few seconds, which was all she needed. Gaige had always been bullied in school. Of course, those bullies had no idea who they were fucking with. Ultimately, Deathtrap would solve her bullying problems with… explosive results, but before he was around, Gaige had to solve it, herself. Nothing gets rid of a bully like shame. And nothing causes shame like publicly wetting yourself. Gaige used her mechanical arm, and delivered a lightning-fast punch to the bandit lady’s gut, aiming the strike as carefully as possible, trying to hit the sweet spot. The bandit clutched her gut and collapsed to her knees, with her face falling forward into the sand. Gaige maneuvered around to see the girl’s backside, and, sure enough, a dark, wet patch was blossoming between her legs, and spreading downwards, accompanied by a surprisingly loud pssssssssssshhhh. The bandit must've been holding during the fight, too. Gaige wondered if she'd been leaking, too. The wetness crept across the back of the girl's legs, totally drenching her pants. It was unlikely the front was any dryer. Gaige found herself feeling her own wet butt for comparison. The back of her skirt was utterly soaked, as were the backs of her thighs. At least from the front it was hard to tell that she'd totally peed in her pants. Kind of. If you squinted. At any rate, that trick would keep people down for a while even if she didn’t have a robot arm; so for the time being, she just waiting patiently for Deathtrap to show back up, since she had no idea where here gun had gone. Not only was this bandit a female, but she wasn’t totally insane. These two traits made her very unique among bandits, and Gaige was sure Lilith would want to know about her. If Krieg and Salvador could be Vault Hunters, then who knows, maybe she could, too. To pass the time, she’d begun doing some maintenance on her car. She heard some grumbling, and looked over to see the bandit girl rising. Popping her knuckles, Gaige started walking over, wondering what a second punch would do. Everyone else was out-of-commission after the first hit. Maybe she’d shit herself this time. As she neared the girl, the bandit shot up suddenly, throwing sand into Gaige’s eyes. Gaige yelped and stumbled backwards. With unexpected quickness the bandit started throwing punches, landing them all across Gaige’s gut and chest. She fell down, landing on her back. The bandit picked up a large rock, intent on crushing Gaige with it. Gaige, however, made no move to get up. She just sat there, giving a knowing, smug smile to the bandit. As she swung the rock, it stopped suddenly in the air. The bandit turned around to see the huge form of Deathtrap waiting behind her. Taking the rock from her, he crushed between his hands with the ease of crushing an egg. The robot simply stared down at her, imposingly. Gaige had a good view of the girl’s ass from her position on the ground, which meant she had a good view to see the back of her pants suddenly balloon out, as the girl messed herself in fear. The bulge was about the size of Gaige’s fist, and the smell filled the air pretty quickly. Deathtrap put one hand on the girl’s shoulder, and she whimpered in response. As she whimpered, a very faint pbpbpllbplblplblpblt could be heard, and Gaige noticed the bulge beginning to grow, nearly doubling in size. The girl must not have gone for a few days to produce a load that big. She was probably pretty glad she was wearing brown pants right about now. Deathtrap lifted her into the air, and she screamed. Sitting up from her spot on the ground, Gaige shouted “DT, stop, we’re gonna take her to Sanctuary!”. Her command came none too soon, as Deathtrap’s claws were mere centimeters from the girl’s chest. Gaige came and patted the girl on the back, “Can we trust you to be good?”. The girl slowly turned and looked at Gaige, “Ye-yeah, I’ll be good,”. She didn’t doubt that the bandit meant it. “Awesome!” Gaige gave another pat on the back, “Now help me find my gun. And remember, if you try anything, DT will mount your head on my car,”. Gaige wasn’t really that bloodthirsty, it just didn’t hurt to establish a little dominance. The two began scouring the sand for Gaige’s gun… and mentally preparing for a messy ride back to town.
  15. This was a story in my past. I haven't edited it in... years. I wrote it when I was 16. Hopefully Kirito won't kill me for writing this YEARS ago. LOL, because like this is what my thought process was. Before I start, I was told everyone has their own version of SAO and whatever. So it can be whatever you want so don't harp on me when everyone has their different versions of whatever so. Enjoy. LOL haven't edited the grammar ever since I got much better. Good Game. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 It was a bright shining day in Floor 22. The sound of birds chirping and the sound of the wind blowing was comforting. A young black hair girl yawned as she woke up from her deep sleep and got out of bed. It had been 2 years since the death game SAO was released where the players were trapped until the game was beaten by the players to release everyone from captivity but so far, they were really far from reaching the 100th floor. The young girl rubbed her eyes and she made up her bed and sat on it. It felt like yesterday when her momma, also known as Asuna and her father, Kirito found her in the woods and took her under their wing. When she had woken up from her slumber and she had no memory of herself. All she knew was her name, Yui. After trying to say Asuna and Kirito's names she called Asuna, her momma and Kirito, her papa. Soon after she had awakening from her slumber, Asuna and Kirito searched if she had any parents or guardians in the game, but they had no luck soon after saving the Thinker they decided to adopt Yui as their own. Soon after, she was sad to see her papa go and fight on the front lines for a long time. Leaving Asuna to take care of the child. Yui was little depressed not having her papa around but her and Asuna had a lot of fun together. Yui lied back on the bed as Asuna entered the room smiling. "Rise and shine sleepy head!" She chuckled. "Momma!" Yui cried as she soon got off the bed and jumped and hugged Asuna. She was glad to see her. Asuna then picked her up and swung her around herself and gently set her down on the floor. "You ready for some breakfast?" Asuna asked her so kindly. Yui nodded as they both walked into the kitchen. Yui then sat down at the table waiting for Asuna to fix her some breakfast. She than put on a apron and got an egg out of her inventory and cracked the egg and placed it on the steaming pan. The sound of the eggs sizzling on the pan made Yui more hungry. Her stomach rumbled loudly as Yui and Asuna laughed together. "You must be really hungry." Asuna laughed. Yui nodded as Asuna placed two white plates of two eggs on the wooden table. Asuna then passed Yui one of the plates on the table and handed her a fork. She slow cut off a piece of her egg and quickly stuffed it in her mouth. She then chewed it with her mouth closed. She could taste the yummy taste of the eggs as she gulped it down. "Is it good?" Asuna looked at Yui as she gulped another bite. She nodded as she took another bite of her egg. Soon after finishing, Yui fell asleep on the chair she was sitting on while Asuna cleaned the dishes and forks. Once after she was done, she carried Yui to the room with two beds where they slept and placed Yui under the covers and tucked her in. She left the room quietly leaving her daughter to sleep. The sound of huffing echoed in the darkness. Yui saw herself standing far away seeing her papa, Kirito. Fighting a boss similar to the Gleam-Eyes on Floor 74. Kirito was clashing with this beast and it seemed they were equally matched. Yui then looked above Kirito and saw the red arrow pointing to him and his health. It only had .25 percent left. She saw her papa huffing while the beast didn't break a sweat. The beast swung his sword as Kirito blocked it with his dual swords. The beast then disappeared from in front of him to behind him. The beast jerked his sword into his back as he took a final breath. His health then reached 0 as he fell to the round disappearing into pixels that quickly disappeared. The beast then roared and disappeared into black mist and faded into the darkness! Yui saw what had happen and rushed over to where her papa had died. "Papa!" She cried as she fell to her knees sobbing and crying really hard. "Papa!" She continued to stay while her tears landed on the ground. She remembered all the times she had with which made her cry even more! Without knowing, a pool of wetness came from under her as it spreader through the ground. She didn't smell the stench of urine as she continued crying. She didn't know if it was real or not! It felt so real. "Papa!" She screamed waking up from her sleep. She sat up next to the headboard as she sniffled. Asuna came rushing into their room to see what had happen. "Are you alright Yui? I heard you scream!" Yui shivered in her white dress. "I... Had a nightmare, momma." She cried as as Asuna came over and hugged her. Asuna patted her on the back as she set her down on the bed. "Don't worry Yui... Its just a dream." She said in a soothing voice. Yui hugged her as Asuna smelled the scent of urine coming from her. She sniffed and didn't gag or anything. She placed Yui on the ground as she lifted up the covers and saw a large wet spot on the bed. Yui was shocked as she turned away after seeing the wet spot. "Momma! I'm sorry I didn;t know I did that. Please don't get mad at me." Yui said in a voice that sounded like she was about to cry. Asuna took the covers and sheets off and placed then on the ground. She still smelled the stretch and looked behind Yui and as she a huge wet spot on her white dress. "I'm not mad Yui. Kids your age tend to have this problem especially the ones in SAO. They've been so scared being away from home! I know u didn't mean to... you had a really bad nightmare. You don't have to be embarrassed! Now, strip off your clothes so I can wash them with the sheets." Asuna said gently. She then helped Yui out of her dress revealing her pink pee stained panties. Asuna helped Yui take her panties off; her faced turned red with embarrassment. Asuna pulled down her menu and layed out a new set of clothes for her. Yui slowly put on the pink shirt on and then she put on new white panties on her bum. After that, she put both legs in the dark brown shorts and zipped them up. "Yui, lay on the couch while I wash your sheets and clothes." Asuna smiled towards Yui. Yui nodded as she came out of her room and ran past the small kitchen and sat on the couch.
  16. View File My Diaper Videos Hello everyone! These are 3 videos I made about 2 years ago. 2 messings and 1 wetting all in Goodnites! Uploaded because I figured someone would enjoy these! Wanting to get more into the lifestyle so who knows send me a request and I may be able to fulfill it! Submitter futures Submitted 06/09/2014 Category Male Diaper Play & Wetting  
  17. WetSetKitty Messing Goodnite View File Kitty from WetSet wets, messes, and changes her Goodnite. Throughout the video, she talks about how much she loves her diaper, farts a lot, and wishes you were there to change her. Submitter diaperfun Submitted 07/13/2014 Category Female Diaper Play & Wetting  
  18. View File Nikki - Explosive in My Diaper Sexy Nikki making a mess in her diaper! Submitter sltfckr43 Submitted 12/13/2014 Category Female Diaper Play & Wetting  
  19. Melinda Gets Her Bottom Changed This is a spin off of Melissa gets Her Bottom Changed. The author of it dropped off the face of the earth without so much as an ending unfortunately. I do recommend reading what he did write since it's really good. http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/25526-melissa-gets-her-bottom-changed/ This is my first story so any criticism is welcomed. Also there will be messing in this story. Anyway, without further a do. Chapter 1. Melinda was an average teenage girl. She was 17 with her birthday only a few months away. She stood at 5 feet 3 inches and had long flowing blonde hair. Her chest wasn't anything special but her backside was to kill for. All the men drooled over her and she knew it. She was very popular in her high school and had the group of bratty girlfriend's to go with it. But there was one thing different about her that no one, not even her closest friends knew. Melinda loved to wear and use diapers. She would often drive home in her sporty 5.0 mustang her daddy bought her, sneak into her little brothers room and steal a few diapers. She might have been spoiled but this wasn't something she could just have her parents buy for her. She loved to slip on a pull up when she was desperate to pee and just fill it to the max and sometimes over. She would do this before a shower so she didn't get caught and could avoid messes. During this is where we shall join her. Melinda just finishes Peeing and leans back on the toilet, sighing in relief. "Ohhh that feels good." She had turned on the shower beforehand to make sure no one heard her Peeing as these pull ups tend to be loud. Just then, she gets a knock on the door. "Honey, are you still in the shower? I got to go to the bathroom real bad!" Crap! It's her mom! She quickly stripped off the now soaked pull up and three it inside the cabinet under the sink and hopped in the shower. "Yes mom! Don't worry, I'm covered!" "Oh thank god." Her mom comes in and frantically pulls her pants down and sits on the toilet just as she bursts. "I didn't think I was gonna make it for a minute there." Melinda didn't respond. She was too busy thinking what would happen if her mom had just burst in without asking. "She would be so angry." She thought. Meanwhile, her mother had finished and was getting up when she noticed the cabinet door slightly open, so she peeked inside and was shocked at what she saw. "Oh my..." To be continued?
  20. My 1st video: Wetting and Messing Accident(Seperate Videos) View File This is my first upload here. The first video does contain messing so if that's bit your thing you can skip to the second. In the first video I start to wet myself and then I end up pooping myself to. The second video I finish wetting myself and then I show it off. Hope you like it . Let me know what you think. Submitter omnicentdemoman Submitted 03/08/2015 Category Pants Wetting  
  21. View File Nikki - Poopy Baby on the Changing Table A Video of Nikki from WetSet! It's my first upload. I hope you like it :) Submitter Urkman Submitted 07/28/2015 Category Female Diaper Play & Wetting  
  22. So I love writing, and I love Omo, but I've never tried writing Omo before. So, I figured, why not start with a short story about a game I frigging love, and see how people like it? If it turns out people like this, I do have some ideas for future installments. Let me know what you guys think. Warning: Messing, and it is described in good detail. If this story turns out popular, and people would prefer it without messing, future installments may or may not have it. Also fear wetting/messing. No one gets seriously injured or dies, but they do get pretty scared. Anyway, hope you like it. ---------------------------------------------------------- Widowmaker stood perched on a secluded rooftop, overlooking a narrow street below. King's Row at night was mercifully dark, and even her rather conspicuous costume was difficult to see to any observer. She felt something inside her... Happiness. Nostalgia. Even as dead as these emotions were to her, they were still there, and yes, she was happy to return to the site of one of her finest kills. Something else stirred within her, however: a rather pressing need for the restroom. Snipers are required to perch for long hours, without distraction. Even looking away for a couple of minutes could allow your target to escape. Mercifully, her ability to feel shame was even more muted than her ability to feel joy. She'd encountered this problem many times before, and would encounter it again. She spread her legs slightly, and prepared to solve the dilemma the same way she always had. With minimal resistance, her quite full bladder emptied. A faint hsssssssss could be heard, and she felt the golden liquid warmth pouring down her suit. Perhaps for this reason, her suit was made of a material that did not show the wetness, but she still could feel the warm, wet streaks coursing down her thighs, depositing into a surprisingly large puddle at her feet. The heat was nice, in the cold of King's Row. Her focus returned to the task at hand, for she had to keep a lookout for her target. With her bodily needs satisfied for the moment, she was able to pay much closer attention to the streets her prey would eventually walk down. "For the moment" was a rather key phrase, however, for her bathroom needs soon caught up with her again. This time, however, it would be a slightly... messier expulsion. She gave a slight sigh of annoyance. Like wetting herself, it was not her first time, and it would likely not be the last. It was just... much less convenient. And the smell. It revived her emotion of shame much the same as trips to King's Row rekindled her happiness. Making sure to keep her rifle up, the scope hovering over one eye, just in case her quarry happened by during, she bent her knees a small amount. Giving a small grunt, she forced her mess out. It pushed against the soft cloth of her panties, stopping when it met the resistance of her rubbery suit. Giving a bit more forceful of a push, her waste rocketed out of her with a wet squelch sound. The logs compounded somewhat, forming a lumpy, softball-sized bulge between the buttcheeks her suit so proudly outlined. The wet, sticky warmth covered her backside. The smell drifted upwards, ultimately meeting with her nose. It almost made her cringe a bit. Of all the things to remind her of her humanity, why did it have to be this? An energetic, electronic sound emanated alongside a pink light from behind her. Sombra. Of all the people... "Woah-ho, there, spider. Eat a little too much before the mission?", Sombra said, fanning the air in front of her nose. Widowmaker always did find Sombra and her taunting to be insufferable, but she was too valuable to Talon to give up. "I had to go, Sombra. It is better that my suit be ruined than the mission", Of course, logic wouldn't be enough to make the obnoxious little hacker shut up. "Besides, I still remember that time you went out drinking with that cowboy and came home with some sodden pants of your own". "Alright, alright. Point taken", Sombra said, a slight blush coloring her normally composed and calculating face. "Ooh! Is that her?!", Sombra said in a hushed whisper, "I'll cloak and get close to her". Widowmaker peered through her scope, down the street. Sure enough, there was the target. Angela Ziegler, she thought, Mercy. She didn't know why Talon wanted her dead, and she didn't care. A job was a job, end of discussion. She took aim, and carefully put her finger on the trigger... ---------------------------------------------------------- Mercy had been invited to some conference to showcase her advanced equipment and medical knowledge. Winston had organized some sort of event, hoping to show the good Overwatch had done, and was hoping that displaying some of their more advanced and more good-natured technology would be able to change some hearts and minds. Mercy had eagerly agreed. As such, she walked down the streets in her full armor, hoping to show it off. A sudden sound, like footsteps on the cobblestone roads suddenly echoed from a nearby alleyway. The streets were totally deserted except for her, so the noise made her a little uneasy. A sudden series of more rapid footsteps sounded off much closer, and she turned quickly in alarm. That proved to be life-saving, as a powerful bullet suddenly split the air where her head had been a second before. In a sudden panic, she threw both hands over her head, and hurrid into a nearby buidling whose door was open. She put her back to the wall, breathing very rapidly. Her hair hung down in her face, and sweat droplets began to form. And a strange, hot, wetness flowed down her legs. What was that? Oh. Despite being in combat what must have been hundreds of times, Mercy never did the sturdiest continence. More dangerous situations often saw her peeing, or worse, into her armored leggings; much to the joy of her companions, who often found how easily frightened she was to be quite funny. The most embarassing had to have been that surprise party, where they all jumped out, and she... Nevermind, a sniper was trying to kill her, her embarassing memories weren't important right now. She pulled out a communicator she used to keep in touch with her former Overwatch colleagues, and after what felt like an eternity, Winston answered. "Winston!", she said in a panicked and shaky voice. "Angela? What's the matter? Are you okay?" came his concerned reply. "Yes. No. I'm in trouble, but I'm not hurt, not yet," she stammered out, finding her words difficult to squeeze out. "Try and stay where you are! I'll be there in just a second!" his words were music to her ears. She set her large Caduceus staff aside, favoring her pistol. It wasn't much, but a good number of enemies had underestimated her pistol, which proved a rather fatal mistake. She jumped at the sudden sound of movement in the room with her, simultaneously feeling more of her pee leave warm trails down her shapely legs. She held up her pistol, and tried to stop shaking so hard. Suddenly, and without warning, a person appeared ahead of her, and to her right. Before she could adjust her aim and fire, the girl fired first, blasting Mercy's pistol out of her hands. The girl kept her smg trained on Mercy, and began walking towards her, tauntingly. Mercy's courage failed her, and she fell backwards against the wall, landing in her own puddle of urine with a wet splish. The girl smirked and chuckled a bit upon noticing her lapse in continence. "Well well, looks like no one can keep their pants dry, tonight," She said, pointing to Mercy's puddle of piddle. The girl made of point of aiming the smg directly at the doctor's head, "Look at the bright side, at least no one will know you did it before you died," she said as placed the barrel of the smg against Mercy's temple. Her fear totally overwhelmed, and she suddenly felt a weight leave her abdomen. Then she realized it hadn't just disappeared, it had travelled into her underwear. She had just soiled herself in fear. Her armored leggings were quite firm, and did not allow her mess to collect into a ball shape, but rather, it smoothed out like a pancake, covering her entire rear end. As she tried to regain her composure, her assailant did seem to notice the squishing noises and accompannying smell, her smirk growing to nearly impossible proportions. But, against Mercy's expectations, the girl pulled the gun away from her head. Looking down as condescendingly as possible, she said "Unless, of course, you'd like to make a deal,". It took Mercy a second to register what she'd just heard. She was coming back from the despair of being certain her life was over, and her senses weren't quite back to normal, yet. "W-what do you mean?" She quickly got out. The girl pointed a clawed finger at Mercy's staff, "I want you to give me your staff, and show me how it works. I've got some fun plans for it Do that, and I'll tell Talon I killed you," she extended her hand to the sitting woman, "Deal?". Mercy weighed her options. On the one hand, she didn't want to die; on the other, the Caduceus staff was a powerful tool, one she didn't want to fall into Talon's, well, talons. Then she remembered: Winston was coming. She was confident that Winston could make short work of these attackers, as she'd seen him decimate entire squadrons of Talon soldiers in the past. If she accepted the girl's offer, she could stall for time until Winston showed up. "Deal," Mercy said, reaching for the girl's hand. To her confusion, the girl threw her hand forward, touching one finger to Mercy's nose before pulling her hand back, saying "boop" while doing so. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Boop" Sombra, instead of helping Mercy to her feet, walked right over to the staff that was carefully set upon a nearby chair. She picked it up, and began flipping it over in hands, inspecting it. "So, how do you work this thing, doc?" Sombra said, pointing the staff at Mercy, who had found her way to her feet, drops and rivulets of her fear-induced pee running down her legs as she stood from her puddle. Taking the staff from Sombra, Mercy expertly flipped it to the correct holding position. Begrudgingly, she began to go over its various controls and abilities, Sombra's eyes widening with potential plots and schemes at each feature Mercy described. In the middle of the lesson, however, Mercy suddenly seemed to look behind Sombra. Just as Sombra noticed, Mercy delivered a powerful kick into her gut, forcing her backwards. The force of the kick sent numerous droplets of pee into the air. Sombra drew her smg, and levelled it at Mercy, "Do I need to make you piss youself again? Do you seriously think you can take me?" she said furiously. Now it was Mercy's chance to smirk, "Not alone", she said. Sombra's confusion was evident, but not for long as the wall behind her suddenly burst forth, revealing Overwatch's signature gorilla scientist: Winston. Sombra turned and fired wildly, unsure what was happening. Her aim was completely off, however, and she was knocked to the ground, lying on her belly. Winston drew his massive tesla cannon, and began firing it at the prone girl. "Trying to hurt my friends, huh?" Winston said, to the tune of Sombra shouting in pain, "Not on my watch, Talon". Sombra could barely even hear him, as electricity coursed throughout her body. As it caused every nerve and muscle in her body to go absolutely crazy, such unimportant things as not wetting herself were forgotten, as her crotch suddenly filled with hot, steaming urine. Content to share, the urine flowed outward, creating a sizeable puddle around Sombra's waist, even wetting her shirt a bit as she lay prone. Once it was clear that she was no threat, Winston moved over to Mercy, checking that she was alright. In the middle of her assurances that she was fine, a sudden clanging was heard against the door to the building. They both looked up to see one of Widowmakers venom mines on the door, primed and about to explode. Thinking quickly, Winston deployed a shield barrier, saving them from the poisonous gas. He noticed that the barrier inadvertently covered and saved Sombra as well. As the poisonous fog cleared, and the barrier vanished, the two suddenly noticed that Sombra was gone. Winston fired his tesla cannon around the room, hoping to catch her while invisible, but it was in vain, as Sombra had fled the building. She was making her way back to the rooftop occupied by Widowmaker, her pants, skirt and shirt all bearing a humiliating wet splotch that made her lack of control rather obvious. The chill in the air was rather unpleasant as her crotch and thighes suddenly felt frozen in their wet state. And she had even taunted Widowmaker for using the restroom on herself, but at least Widow had relieved herself in her pants intentionally. Something about the fact that Sombra simply lost control was even more insulting. Another crashing sound was heard behind her, as the gorilla broke through another wall. He was surrounded by a strange, blue glow, and whatever was left in Sombra's bladder flowed out into her panties as she realized it was the damage booster Mercy had described to her. It made the gorilla even more deadly. She almost screamed when the monkey leapt through the air towards her, before remembering that she was still invisible. No, they weren't going for her... But then where... Oh no. The gorilla had landed on the rooftop with Widowmaker, and Mercy followed closely behind him, healing and boosting him all the way. If she didn't get up there now, Widow could be killed. Throwing her teleporter to the rooftop, she activated, and one short flash of light later, was in the middle of the battle. She de-cloaked, and joined Widowmaker in unleashing a hailstorm of bullets on the pair of heros. Things were looking good, as they were damaging him much faster than Mercy could heal him, and he was resorting to holding up his hands to protect his face. They pressed the attack, but Winston had something up his sleeve. In the blink of an eye, she swore the gorilla had doubled in height, and now seemed to be seething with rage. The blue damage-boosting aura still encircled the massive primate, meaning this was going to hurt. A lot. With a sweep of one arm, he smashed into Widow, launching her against a wall. She slid down, and landed on her butt with gross squish, her mess from earlier having never been cleaned. Sombra prepared to get smashed by his massive arms, but instead found herself picked up, and held in the air. Two of his hands completely encircled her body, and their grip was iron. Winston leaned in close, blowing steaming how breath into her face. Her face mimicked the terror she felt inside, and her more substantial waste could no longer be contained. Whimpering, and eyes watering, she felt a sticky warmth covering her butt, and felt its weight growing substantially. More, more, and more came out, until she was certain she had soiled herself more thoroughly than the other two women combined. Her mess overloaded her panties, flowing into her pants. If one got a view up her skirt, they could see that the bulge was, in a word, enormous. Perhaps having an accident managed to work her fear out, but her professional mind suddenly returned, and she managed to wriggle one of her teleporters out, dropping a few feet away from herself and Winston. Activating it, she found herself suddenly free of his grip, and she sprinted over to Widow, who lay unconscious in a newly-created pool of pee, having wet herself again as Winston slammed her into a wall. She hurriedly grabbed Widow's grappling-hook arm, and made it launch upwards, grabbing hold of a ledge and pulling them to safety. Throwing the unconscious and very-in-need-of-a-shower sniper over her shoulders, Sombra cloaked once again, and began running for it, not caring about the squishing sounds coming from her pants, and trying not to think about what was running down her legs. ---------------------------------------------------------- As the duo escaped, Winston's Primal Rage subsided, and he collapsed onto the ground, his energy entirely spent. Mercy was by his side, more grateful than she'd ever been. She made sure to tell him what a lifesaver he was. "Oh, it- it was no problem, Angela," Winston stuttered, half out of exhaustion, and half out of not knowing how to take a compliment. "Say Winston?" Mercy began, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Yes?" "Before we go to the convention..." "Yes?" "Do you mind if I find some fresh clothes, first?"
  23. amy's nightmare(silly game i made) View File this is a silly little game i made. basically you run around a forest until "ghosts" (they look quite poor i'm not going to lie) scare the pee and poop out of you. you can focus the camera on amy's ass, crotch or face. when the fear meter reaches 50% amy wets herself, when it reaches 100% she soils herself and wets again. enjoy :) Submitter pp123 Submitted 02/23/2017 Category Female Wetting  
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    this is a silly little game i made. basically you run around a forest until "ghosts" (they look quite poor i'm not going to lie) scare the pee and poop out of you. you can focus the camera on amy's ass, crotch or face. when the fear meter reaches 50% amy wets herself, when it reaches 100% she soils herself and wets again. enjoy :)

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    Nicole and Melissa were roommates, friends, and college activists. Today, they were at the tail end of a protest around climate change. Neither were paying that much attention to the march at the moment, though. Melissa turned to Nicole. "I really have to pee." Nicole said, "Me too. We've been marching for hours. I don't know where we are in the city." Melissa looked around, but they were now in a residential neighborhood - no public bathrooms. "Alright, keep a lookout - if we see a spot let's dip out." They marched on for a few minutes, but Melissa stopped short and grabbed at her crotch. A couple protestors around them looked at her strangely, but they were busy marching and walked by. Nicole stopped and turned to her, concerned. "You okay?" "I just... I just leaked a little." Melissa pulled her hand out and looked down, but saw nothing on her dark blue jean shorts. Her red panties, on the other hand, definitely felt wet. Melissa said, "I think I'm good. We close to any bathroom?" Nicole pulled out Google Maps. "It says there's a coffeeshop a couple blocks to the right - let's dip out now and check that out." Melissa didn't need any more excuse to leave. Nicole, actually, felt like she had leaked too - her black underwear under her light blue jeans felt a little wet, but she wasn't going to admit that out loud. Just a couple of blocks! Making it harder, though, was a desperate, desperate need to poop. She hadn't gone in a couple days, and her butt cheeks were clearly clenched, clad in her jeans. She glanced at Melissa and thought she saw her clench and unclench her butt as well. Maybe she wasn't alone in her desperation. They walked in silence, Melissa grabbing her crotch a couple times along the way. Nicole wanted to, but she wanted to keep some air of dignity to her. She did risk a couple of silent farts, hoping to relieve the pressure. Less than a block away, though, and a fart backfired; she felt the head of a turd rush out. She quickly clenched, but it was already out and definitely touching cotton. Her anus held it in place, but couldn't close in. Now she was walking while turtleheading! She felt her face go bright red, but she knew no one could see. If she could just make it to the bathroom a real disaster could be avoided. They were then in the parking lot of the coffeeshop before disaster struck for Melissa. She put her hand in her crotch again, crossed her legs, and bent over. From behind, though, Nicole could see rivulets fall down her legs for a couple seconds. Additionally, she heard a wet-sounding fart and could have sworn the back of her shorts pushed out a little, but she couldn't see anything for certain. Melissa stood back up and turned to Nicole. "Oh my god, I just leaked hardcore and I'm totally about to shit myself." Nicole looked down and saw a wet spot at Melissa's crotch about the size of an orange, from her crotch down to her short shorts' end at her upper thighs. She could also see a couple beads of urine glistening on her legs. "Let's walk in quick and head straight to wherever the bathrooms are before anyone notices. That'll dry in this sun in no time once we're back out." They hurriedly walked in, Nicole letting a small leak out as she opened the door, but confident there wasn't visible damage on her jeans. They quickly saw the bathroom on the far end of the coffeeshop and walked up to it, but a barista stopped them. "Ladies, bathrooms are for customers only." Melissa groaned, but Nicole knew there was no point to argue. She said, "Melissa, get to the bathroom, I'll buy a coffee." Melissa nodded and got to the door. The door was locked, though! Someone was in there. She inwardly groaned again. She did not have time for this! She had already felt a nugget of poop nestled in her panties and her shorts were already soaked. Anything more and everyone would notice! Even as she thought this, a couple of spurts of piss came out, immediately drenching her shorts and running down her left leg. Nicole stood in line, trying her best not to fidget and appear desperate. She was paranoid her poop could be smelled, but she didn't smell anything yet. As it became her turn to order, however, she felt her bowels start to move again. Clenching her butt could only provide some solace - her already open anus let a small chunk through before splitting it and closing off. She felt the small chunk pushing her panties out and just hoped her jeans didn't let that show. Focusing on that, however, led to her peeing for a couple of seconds. This definitely bypassed her black panties and created a spot on her jeans the size of a dollar. The cashier got her attention. "Mam? MAM? What would you like to order?" Trying to act normal, Nicole said, "Just a small coffee, please." She paid with no more incidents, but didn't even wait for the coffee before heading to the line. She saw Melissa there, her shorts now visibly wet from behind. "What's wrong?" "Someone's in there, it's locked..." Nicole leaned against the wall, her butt facing it. She tried to act calm. Melissa, on the other hand, was not calm. She was openly holding herself (her hands wet with her own piss!) and crossing her legs, bouncing around. Melissa let out a few more spurts - she was losing count! - but panicked most at her poop slipping past her clenched cheeks. She felt a a small turd curl up in her panties, pushing them back, before a larger one pushed out. This one she held in place, but she could feel the damage. She didn't want to feel it, though, and confirm to Nicole what happened. Nicole saw the bulge, though. It wasn't obvious and the skin-tight jean shorts tried to stay in place, but you could tell there was a golf-ball sized lump. She just hoped her poop wasn't as visible. She also spurted a couple more times, leading to piss in her inner thighs down a couple inches. Nothing noticeable when her legs were closed, fortunately. The door finally opened and the occupant walked out, glancing curiously at Melissa's fidgeting. Nicole and Melissa both ran in and locked the door behind them. The inside was a single toilet. They looked at each other. Melissa said, "Who should go first? I'm already messing myself." Nicole replied, trying not to feel selfish, "Let me pee, it'll be quick, then you can poop as long as it takes." Melissa wasn't happy with it, but it made sense. Nicole pulled down her damp jeans and panties in one swoop while sitting down, dropping the small turd in her panties into the bowl quickly so Melissa wouldn't notice. She peed for a minute, clenching her cheeks so she wouldn't poop, too. No way she could admit she had to poop just as bad! It just wasn't lady-like. The minute of peeing, however, was doom fore Melissa. Melissa felt a small trickle start in sympathy with Nicole's peeing and couldn't stop it. It spread along her shorts, wetting her leg bands before trickling down her legs. It increased in momentum until it was gushing out of her. She just resigned to standing with her feet apart and seeing it fall out of her leg bands, trying to make sure it didn't run down into her shoes too much. Nicole saw what was happening but couldn't do anything about it. They finished about the same time, with Nicole pulling up her pants and apologizing. Melissa didn't have time to reply, though, and fidgeted with her shorts' button while facing the toilet. She felt her poop start to move again but got her shorts down just as that happened. Her panties didn't come down, though, and Nicole saw her clementine-sized bulge grow until it was the size of an orange. Melissa quickly turned around and pulled her panties down and continued to poop into the toilet. It was Nicole's turn to be tortured by the sounds of relief, and her tired anus couldn't hold anything back. As Melissa finished pooping and dumped her panties' contents into the toilet, a turd snaked out of Nicole's butt and pushed out her panties, a bulge growing in the back of her pants. Nicole could hear the crackling, but Melissa was distracted by her own mess. Nicole spoke up, trying not to sound like she was pushing shit out at the same time. "Hey, Melissa? Could we clean up when we get back? I really have to poop, too." Melissa looked at her, shocked. "You want me to pull up my panties? In this condition?" Nicole tried to make a joke. "There isn't enough toilet paper for you to clean that up." Melissa laughed and said, "You're not wrong." She lifted her caked panties to her butt, grimacing as she pulled her shorts over that. They were soaked, but there wasn't much to soak and there was no sign of poop, aside for a slight aroma. She quickly wiped down her legs and said, "All yours" as she exited. Nicole by then had finished pooping and locked the door. She felt the back bulge and saw it clearly in the mirror, larger than an orange. She pulled down her jeans and panties for the second time and dumped it out. She, too, couldn't be bothered to start the work of cleaning, and just resigned herself to pulling her pants back up, flushing, and leaving the bathroom. When she met up with Melissa, Melissa sternly said, "Let's never mention this to anyone." Nicole forced a smile. "Well, it's not like I came out in the clear either." "You just peed a little. We all do that sometimes. I shit myself." Nicole lied through her teeth. "Yeah, that seems embarrassing. Let's find our way home ASAP and get out of these clothes." "You're telling me. This is gonna chafe. I can feel chunks stuck to my ass." Nicole pretended she wasn't feeling the same thing. "TMI..."