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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. I've been running a 40k interactive for some time now, and while I still fully intend to run the thread, it is very involved on the author's end (Keeping track of many, many things and mechanics.), and so, after replaying Shadowrun Returns: Dragonfall, and reading most of the Shadowrun 4E core books, I've decided to start another, far more fluid piece of interactive fiction. Compared to my other thread, this will not have fully rolled up character sheets, or all that much in terms of mechanics, focusing more on narrative. Before the thread truly begins, I'll give a synopsis of the setting for anybody who is interested in following along, but does not know much about the setting. Shadowrun takes place in what is called "The Sixth World." It is based on our earth, with some important differences. History diverges leading up to the turn of the millennium, and corporations have begun to experience rapid growth, with things like laws granting their property extraterritorial authority, amongst other things. If the continued growth of these corps wasn't quite ominous enough, around the year 2012 two things happened. U.G.E. : Unexplained Genetic Expression. Humans begin to have children with elven and dwarfish features, in the vein of what we'd call fantasy races. Along with Elves and Dwarves starting to crop up, there is a great upheaval as Great Dragons awaken from a long, long slumber... and magic returns to the world in The Awakening. People begin manifesting magical powers and aptitude. To make a long story short, these two major events lead to a MASSIVE shift in society, causing countries to panic, fracture, and lose their grip on the populace, just in time for the Megacorporations to step in. Maps are redrawn, environmental disasters run rampant, nuclear technology begins to fizzle or behave oddly, and society more or less loses its collective shit. Then, Goblinization happens. People of all ages begin to suddenly express genetic traits not unlike U.G.E... Different from U.G.E, the process is excruciatingly painful, and results in Orks and Trolls manifesting as part of what has now been termed 'Metahumanity. Jumping ahead after the initial extreme upheaval and discrimination, things settle as much as they are able, and technology booms, as Megacorps push every sector of research to the bleeding edge, favoring profit over ethics. The Matrix results from the overhaul of the internet, and is a place where people 'jack in' via an implant and control a persona in the digital world. With the state of urban decay and lawlessness, it becomes a meeting ground for all sorts of people working shady and dangerous jobs. Shadowrunners. Fast forward to more recent events. A few decades on, events conspire through AI, terrorist groups, and other shadowy groups... And the Matrix crashes. This is not the first time - The first crash had been caused by a particularly nasty computer virus. The second Matrix crash is nigh-apocalyptic. Communication shuts down almost entirely, and technology has to be redesigned from the ground up. This paved the way for a modern, wireless Matrix. Over nearly everything in an area with Matrix activity, there is Augmented Reality, and AR goggles, implants and contacts, as well as commlinks and datajacks allow people to interact with the digital as if it were physical. Things haven't stayed quiet on the magical even front, however, and as Halley's Comet passes the Earth, another, smaller scale goblinization style event occurs, and metahumans of all sorts are affected at random by odd mutations - Catgirls, people turning into merfolk-mutants, adults that never physically leave their adolescence, and more. Changelings, these mutants are called, and the event is termed S.U.R.G.E - Sudden, Unexplained Recessive Genetic Expression. Now, in the 2070s, in a world changed forever, Shadowrunners are as busy as ever. The world is in a grim state, leaving many opportunities for those who wish to avoid the drudgery of wageslavery, or for those whom have slipped through society's cracks. The question now is, who is our new 'Runner? Please vote for one option from the following lists for character creation. Once the vote is concluded, the next will determine our runner's appearance. Note: I have limited character creation somewhat due to the nature of this thread... Since, for example, an AI would not have a physical body, Drakes are straight up too strong for what I have planned, Nartaki are from a culture unfamiliar to me, and certain metavariants (Minotaurs, Menehune, Xapiri Thepe, Oni, Ogres, Cyclopes, Harumen, Night Ones, Koborukuru or creatures like Naga (Armless snakes with human heads), Centaur (Human upper body on a horse lower body... With a horse's head.), and Sasquatches... aren't all that attractive, and this is intended to be titillating - Ideally in more than the sexual sense, but it'd be silly to avoid sexual content on a fetish forum. HMHVV infection (Vampirism, becoming a Ghoul, etc.) is a possibility, though not at character creation, and not without serious consequences. Metatypes: Human (All 'rounder, the baseline all metatypes are measured against. Lucky, compared to other metatypes.) Elf (Quick, charismatic, lean, taller than humans, beautiful, superior night vision), Variants: Dryad (Linked with nature and 'allergic' to pollution. Limited photosynthesis through patches of skin, shorter than average elves, project a natural glamour of grace, innocence, charisma and beauty.), Wakyambi (African metavariant, extremely tall and lean, matching or beating trolls in height, move with extreme grace.) Dwarf (Stout, short, strong willed. Less like fantasy dwarves, more like people with dwarfism. Vision into the infrared spectrum, resilience against pathogens and toxins), Variant: Gnome (No pubic hair, petite build inherent magical resistance, neotenous [Meaning that they appear adolescent indefinitely once they come of age. Would make our character Look like a Loli, with all the ageism that brings.]. Ork (Muscular, tend to be broad shouldered, Frequently discriminated against, have small tusks or jagged teeth. Superior night vision.), Variants: Hobgoblin (Lankier, more wiry than the average Ork, sharper features, sharp teeth, more predisposed to aggression, less body hair than the average ork.), Satyr (Goat legs and hooves, humanoid torso and pelvis, small horns, slender build.) Troll (Built like a brick shithouse. Vision into the infrared spectrum. Tallest metahumans, with proportionally longer arms, tusks or jagged teeth, bony armored plates all around the body. Frequently discriminated against, considered dangerous by most, stupid by others. (Though there is zero evidence supporting the latter of such claims.), Variants: Giant (Leathery skin, 9ft tall on average, human proportions, no horns or dermal deposits.), Fomori (No dermal deposits, smaller than average trolls, stronger than average trolls, high incidence of magical talent.) Non-Metahuman Sapients: Pixie (Tiny nonhuman sapient, average height around a foot and a half tall, with a wingspan two thirds their height. Appear otherwise as miniature elves of various ethnicity. Disappear when they die, and are inherently magical, can astrally percieve at will, may conceal themselves at will.) Free Spirit (Magical spirits that have taken physical form and wish to remain in the physical world. Can take many different physical forms, open mimicking metahuman features. Cannot use cyberware, biowere, geneware, nanoware.)
  3. Hey everyone. Expect more work from me! Here is a piece I just wrapped up for a fellow omo community member! ENJOY!! (Yes will be open for commission soon but I am currently at full capacity!) - PM me for more info.
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    WARNING: These videos contain large amounts of diaper messing. View at your own discretion. Here's my collection of Nikki (22 videos so far). These videos are not amateur, although many people do like amateur videos better, these are just as good! Be sure to follow the file, i've updated it 4+ times already and will most likely find more videos to add later on! Update 5-21-2015

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  5. Now, accidents, I'm sure most of us had them when we were younger. For this, I'm focusing on the ages, between say, 3 and 7. I want you guys to try and recall memories, no matter how vague. While the majority of stories will be wetting accidents, poop accidents are allowed. Since I started the thread, its only fair I start it off. Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice. On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line. It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush. I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather. I shall share more stories at a later date, in the mean time, why don't you guys share yours?
  6. Your body is arched over, like a hunchback, with both hands pressed firmly against your chest, you can feel the pressure. As small bands of sweat form on your forehead, your breaths start to engulf large lungfuls of air. With your teeth clenched tightly, your eyes are clamped shut, as your mind try's to block out the outside world. "Rrrrpptt" trumpets loudly from your bottom, puffing out the back of your thick diaper. Gasping, you grab the back of your diaper, trying to regain control. you can feel your guts churning and loosening with every single breath. The pained look on your face says it all, shaken, your small aching body gives up, beginning to release the contents of your bowels into your diaper. "SPLORTCH!" Echoes in the room, the diaper around your waist is dragged down by the gigantic load. Standing up, you feel the foul mass radiating on your backside like a heater. Starting to feel light-headed, you decide to move to the mirror to see the mess. You can feel the titanic load of mess within your diaper, squishing against you anus with every step you manage. Your cheeks turn a bright red as you assess the damage. It's surprising that the diaper held this much. Sitting down feels like an amazing experience, as the mass fully envelopes you in a warm, sticky blanket. Your mind and body are in complete bliss as your eyes drift away. Lying down, you place your thumb in your mouth and start to suckle, not long before your eyes shut tightly and move slowly away from reality... Please give any feedback you can, I appreciate it greatly.
  7. 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.
  8. I know in this site there are quite a few people who are also into messing (like me) and some others who find it so gross that just thinking about it makes them want to puke, so where do y'all stand on that scale? On a separate note we have an entire category for omutsu, so is there any chance we will ever have a category for messing? Thanks all!!
  9. So... I just left the house to go on a walk in a fairly wet diaper. I live in a suburban neighborhood, so thankfully there aren't many people around, but I need to poop rather badly. What should I do? I'm open to most stuff as long as it isn't too sexual/extreme. But I don't have much time...
  10. Hello! So I freaking love the Fallout series. I’ve played every game, and beaten most of them several times. And though I love many characters, I don’t love any of them half as much as I love Curie. So naturally, I loved imagining her wetting/soiling herself for one reason or another. Minor Fallout 4 spoiler you need to know for this to make sense: Curie is a robot that you can “download” into a synthetic human body. At the start, she has no clue how to operate her new body, which opens up quite a few opportunities for omo. This story takes place just after she switches bodies. Also, Sole Survivor’s name is Jane. But anyway, time for the story. Fair warning: messing and fear wetting. -------------------------------------------------------------------- “Zis just feels so… strange,” Curie intoned in her exotic French accent. She was thoroughly inspecting her new arms. Jane chuckled a bit as she watched Curie repeatedly clench and unclench her fist. “You get used to it,” Jane said, as comfortingly as she could. “But you have had your whole life to get used to it, what if I never get used to it?” she said, worried. Jane hadn’t recalled her ever sounding so worried when she was still a robot. Now though, she occupied the body of a somewhat tall woman, with very short black hair and fair skin. She wore a pink and white checkered shirt, and simple blue jeans. “I’m confident in you, Curie,” Jane said. Curie blushed. Jane wore her Vault 111 jumpsuit, augmented with leather armor on her arms, legs, and chest. A powerful rifle was holstered on her back. She was caucasian with very pale skin, and silvery-blonde hair that curled and twisted all over the place, down to her shoulders. “Well, uh, thank you, I -oh!” Curie suddenly gasped, and put her hands over her crotch. “What is it?” Jane asked, though she could guess. “I forgot how to hold it for a moment, and I believe I urinated a little,” she said, without a hint of shame. She lifted her hands from her blue jeans, “how bad is it?”. Curie was still adjusting to her new body, so events like this were to be expected. Jane looked, and could see a wet patch roughly two inches in diameter occupying the space between Curie’s legs, “Not too bad,”. “I recall that you were always embarrassed when you had an accident. Should I feel embarrassed?” Curie asked, with legitimate curiosity. “Well, yes,” Jane replied, blushing slightly. “Well zen, may I please change?” Curie asked, though Jane suspected it was only because she thought she had to. “Soon enough,” Jane brought up her Pip-Boy, and loaded the map. They were still in the dead center of the ruins of Boston. Not an ideal place to be. It was a long walk to the Taffington Boathouse, which Jane and the Minutemen had turned into a relatively nice safehouse, but they’d be safest there. The important part was getting out of Boston ASAP. She relayed all this to Curie. -------------------------------------------------------------------- About half an hour passed, and they were nearly out of Boston. Curie was getting the hang of her body, her periodic stumbles and trips becoming rarer and rarer. Jane was on edge, though. Curie was unarmed and unarmored, for one because Jane had none to spare at the moment, and also because she wasn’t sure she trusted Curie to handle a firearm right now. Along with finer control of her legs, Curie had managed to keep control over her bladder. “Madam?” Curie asked innocently. “Yeah?” “I believe I require ze restroom,” Jane looked at Curie as she said this, and Curie’s face was clearly puzzled and confused, uncertain of what to do in this situation. Both of her hands rested over her crotch, not quite holding, but not just there for show. “Umm, can it wait? We really shouldn’t stop here for something like that; it’s too dangerous,” “For a little while, I think,” Curie looked down, pondering something, “I could just go now. In my clothes,”. “What? Why?” Jane asked, her confusion spelled out across her face. “If we cannot stop here, then I would prefer to not be in a state of discomfort for so long. Though it is very unsanitary, I could clean up when we get-” “No no, it’s… it’s fine. Just hold on. We’ll find somewhere. Don’t wet your pants,” “It is more than just ‘wet’, Madam,” Super. “Well, don’t do that, either, Curie,” “I will hold on,” The two continued walking. They passed by a number of ruined storefronts, most of the buildings too damaged to enter. Jane was a fairly talented sniper, and was very skilled at avoiding enemies. Using her techniques, she’d managed to guide them around most of the major threats without ever being in danger. Seems someone, somewhere lacked those skills, as multiple bursts of gunfire suddenly erupted from somewhere a few blocks away. Jane turned quickly towards the sound, before realizing it wasn’t aimed at them. Curie jumped and gasped at the sudden shock. “Oh my… Is that what it feels like to be frightened?” Curie’s face was a mask of total anxiety and unease. “Yup,” “I do not like zis feeling” she said, shaking her head. “No one does. Don’t worry, you’re safe,” Jane reached over and put a steadying hand on Curie’s slightly-shivering shoulder. “Thank you, Madam, I- Oh no!” She said, looking down. Jane followed her gaze to see that the wet spot on Curie’s pants had expanded considerably. An apple-sized patch now rested on her crotch, just barely reaching down her thighs, as well. She must have lost some control when the gunfire went off, but not realized till just now. “I do not like zis feeling, either,” Curie said, clearly looking to Jane for some sort of guidance. Guidance Jane had no idea how to give. Sure, people peeing their pants wasn’t infrequent in the Commonwealth; and Jane, herself, was no stranger to it. But she was somewhat new to consoling someone else over it. In the earlier days, just after she emerged from the Vault, Jane could hardly keep her pants dry and unsoiled. Every day she thought she’d seen the most horrifying thing the Commonwealth had to offer, out pops something scarier. She tried to remember how she felt when she’d ruined her trousers, maybe that would help her think of something to say. “Don’t worry about it, Curie,” She opened her mouth to speak more, but before she could, another woman’s voice interrupted. “Hey!!” Came a desperate and aggressive voice. Curie and Jane both turned around as quick as possible. A dark-skinned woman with ratty hair and wild eyes was holding a pistol at the pair. She was wearing a basic white T-shirt with blue-jean overalls. “Gimme all your caps! Now!!” Her voice shook a little. Jane sized her up quickly as Curie took cover behind her. The woman was clearly desperate and not good at this sort of thing. The hands holding up her gun trembled, and Jane could see the thug’s legs shake ever so slightly. Jane looked over the mugger’s pistol, and… yup. Jane took a couple steps forward, “You’re kidding, right?”. The mugger quickly adjusted her gun in an “I’ll do it” sort of way. “B-back up!” she stammered. Jane continued walking forward until the gun’s barrel was touching her belly, “You won’t shoot me,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Y-yes I will!” “Not with the safety on, you won’t,” Jane said, smirking. The mugger attempted to pull the trigger, but only heard an empty click. Jane quickly pushed the pistol to point at the ground as she drew her own revolver, and levelled it at the mugger’s head. Tears formed in her eyes, and she began making terrified whimpers. Jane looked down with some satisfaction as a dark patch developed between the mugger’s legs, which then spread down her overalls. The glistening wetness spread all over the front of the woman’s pants, creating a heart-shaped dark patch on the fronts of her thighs. Thick columns of wetness completed their journey down her legs, and deposited in a massive puddle at the woman’s feet. As her bladder failed, her other end took the opportunity to void. A wet crackling sound occupied the sudden emergence of a horrible smell in the air as the woman totally loaded her overalls. “Leave. Now. Do not look back,” Jane commanded. The mugger only nodded as quickly as she could before turning to sprint away. As she turned, Jane could plainly see the mess in the woman’s pants. The bulge was nearly twice the size of a baseball, and her pants were stained slightly brown at the bottom of the rather large bulge. Curie walked up to Jane, “I suppose it really isn’t uncommon for human’s to lose control of such functions,”. “With the right motivation, you can make anyone have to change their pants,” Jane said. “I will keep zis in mind,” Curie said, enthusiastically. That couldn’t be good. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The two had finally escaped the perilous clutches of the Boston ruins. The sun was still high in the sky, meaning they should definitely be able to make it to Taffington before nightfall. They were walking over an old stone bridge that was littered with discarded vehicles. Curie’s kind-of holding herself had evolved into full on grabbing-and-holding-to-keep-from-totally-pissing-in-her-pants. “M-madam?” Curie said, slightly bent over. “You need the restroom?” “I… yes. Badly,” She winced a little, “I am not familiar enough with zis body to know if I can hold it any longer,”. “We’re not too far from Taffington, are you sure you can’t hold it?” Jane asked. “I… I-” Curie scrunched her face, and Jane looked down to see the wet patch grow significantly. Two large streaks began their descent down her thighs, but didn’t go too far. The wet spot nearly doubled in size, but it seemed Curie was back in control. “I do not believe I can last much longer...”. Jane sighed deeply, “Okay, okay. It’s ‘safe’ here, so go ahead and go behind that car. I’ll keep watch.”. She drew her rifle, and turned her back to give Curie some privacy. Curie stumbled forward, leaking a little more pee into her pants with each step, before reaching her destination. She moved to unbutton her pants, and finally succeeded. As she dropped her jeans, exposing her wet, white panties, the familiar sound of a bullet crashing against metal caused Jane to suddenly push Curie to the ground. Curie landed on her butt, with her back leaning against the car she’d been using for cover. Her pants were still down around her ankles, but she had not been able to pull her (slightly yellowed) panties down at all. Jane emerged from their shared cover, and looked through her rifle’s scope. She spotted the Gunners advancing towards them, each laying down suppressive fire until they could close the gap. Jane fired one shot, but missed. As the Gunners returned fire, she ducked as a cacophony of small, metallic clangs consumed their hearing. Jane glanced at Curie to check on her, and… yup. Curie was sitting in a gradually expanding puddle as she peed hard into her panties. The yellow stain covered her crotch and the entire backside of her formerly white underwear. Between the clanging of bullets, Jane was sure she heard a faint hissing noise. A particularly ambitious bullet penetrated through their cover, and came dangerously close to hitting Curie. She yelped in alarm, and brought her knees to her chest, as she retreated into the fetal position. A low pbltpbltpblt sounded from Curie’s rear, and was followed by a loud, wet, crackling, squishing noise as the seat of her panties expanded forcefully. The messy bulge grew and grew, immediately dwarfing the size of the mugger’s load, earlier. The slightly-yellow-but-mostly-white fabric of the panties turned completely brown as she produced a veritable avalanche in her underpants. Poor thing, Jane thought, I’m gonna make them pay for scaring Curie like this. With inspiration drawn from seeing her friend in such distress, Jane stood once more, and shouldered her rifle. Her crosshair lingered over one of the Gunner’s faces. She pulled the trigger, and suddenly there was no face left to linger on. She panned over to the next, and gave him the same procedure. She turned to the final gunner, a fairly young woman. The legs of her military fatigues had spreading, wet streaks flowing down them as she saw her companions fall. She turned to run, dropping her gun. She vanished behind some trees before Jane was able to take her down. Jane put a hund on Curie’s shuddering shoulder, “Curie. Curie!” she said, shaking her. Curie slowly looked up, realizing it was over. Jane knelt down next to her, keeping one hand on her friend’s shoulder for comfort, “It’s okay, Curie. You’re fine, you’re safe. Let’s get you home,”. As Jane offered her hand to help Curie up, Curie looked down, and noticed the rather dismal state of her underwear, “Oh… I no longer require the restroom, Madam,” she said, forlornly. She accepted Jane’s hand and stood, “Should I try and clean my underwear first?” she asked, feeling the front and back of her panties. “No. Gunners like to travel in large groups, and one of them lived. We need to leave, now. Just… just pull your pants up over the accident, it’s fine,”. Curie complied, and pulled up her pants, wincing as the somewhat tight pants squished her mess up against her. At least the relatively small wet spots on her jeans hid the true extent of her accident. The same could not be said of the rather conspicuous bulge, which was plainly visible in the seat of her pants. Curie was still a little shaky, but she and Jane fled quickly from the area. -------------------------------------------------------------------- At long last, they were closing in on Taffington Boathouse. It was maybe another forty-five minutes, maybe an hour away. Jane looked back, and noticed Curie seemed miserable. Not that she could blame her. It very much reminded her of her first outing into the Wasteland- lots of terror, peeing, pooping, and crying. “You okay?” She asked, though the answer was evident in Curie’s sickened stare. “I… I do not dislike my new body...” “But...” Jane interjected. “I do dislike some of the emotions that come with it. How do you deal with being so afraid?” “It comes with experience. You’ve seen me have accidents tons of times,” “But I never saw you curl into the fetal position,” Curie said, a hint of shame in her voice. “Look...” Jane began, trying to think of what to say, “A lot of our emotions are terrible. Fear, anxiety, shame… but it’s worth having those if it means that we can still feel the good ones, right?” she said, throwing her arm over Curie’s shoulder. That was honestly the best she could come up with. Curie looked over to her and smiled, “Yes… I suppose it is,”. She sadly patted the bulge that presided over her butt, “I think I am beginning to feel embarassed and shameful over zis. Was your first time so bad?” she asked, curiously. Jane sighed, but decided it may bring her friend some comfort. She began the tale. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Jane had just emerged from Vault 111. She found her old robot, Codsworth, who advised her to venture into Concord and seek help from the people there. As she stood on the outskirts of the town, the sounds of a full-on firefight were evident. Jane was tempted to run as fast as she could from the ruined little town, but she knew it may be her only chance to find someone who could help her find her missing son. She swallowed, and steeled herself, and pressed further into the town. As she walked, the firefight worsened, and she could hear people screaming. During the battle, something exploded. It was loud, and it shook the earth. Jane could only whimper and shiver. Then she noticed a warmth travelling down her right thigh. She’d been so nervous that she had peed quite a bit. A circular stain rested on her crotch, and a little had gone down her left thigh, but a long, thick streak traced all the way down to her right knee. Despite wanting to completely wet herself and begin throwing up out of fear, she pressed on. She encountered a number of raiders attacking a lone Minuteman defender, and decided to help the Minuteman. As she fought, with every bullet that landed near her, with every time a raider noticed her, she leaked a little more. By the time she’d actually fought her way inside the museum the Minutemen were holed up in, the front, back, and inside of her pants were thoroughly soaked. The Minutemen didn’t seem to judge her too harshly for it, thankfully. Their plan was to use an old suit of power armor in the building to finish off the raiders. Easy. As she got in and began to tear through the opposition with a minigun she tore off of a downed helicopter, she heard a strange roar from below the ground. Midway through the intense battle, part of the street exploded open as a massive, reptilian monster known as a deathclaw had decided to go hunting. It turned the remaining raiders into soggy ribbons, then darted towards Jane. It picked her up, and began banging its enormous claws against her armor, trying to get at the squishy human inside. Jane screamed the entire time. She recalled reading once that T-51b armor, and later models, came equipped with facilities to handle waste. She could vouch that earlier models, like her T-45d armor, did not. As the deathclaw attempted to pry her armor open, she abandoned any thoughts of maintaining bowel control, and forcefully soiled herself. Eventually, she wriggled out of its grasp and retrieved her minigun, then blew the beast away. When she returned to the Minutemen, she was grateful that her armor hid the fact that she’d had another accident. By the time she’d returned home, and could take the armor off, her mess had been smeared all across her backside and thighs, browning her jumpsuit’s leggings. -------------------------------------------------------------------- “So… even though you were so afraid that you had an accident even before the fighting started, how did you stay brave enough to keep going?” Curie asked, fascinated. “I… I had to. For my son. That’s why I’m so ‘brave’ around you, Curie. I want to keep you safe, and I won’t do that by being afraid of everything,”. Curie blushed and smiled. “Do you think I didn’t want to piss myself when they started shooting? Hell, I think I actually did leak a little...” Jane said, slightly embarassed. “I don’t believe you,” Curie said. “Seriously. I have to go, too, you know. Almost lost it during that fight,” “I think I’d feel better if you’d have had an accident, too,” Curie mused. Jane sighed, again. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this, but considering everything, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to make all the way to Taffington, either. She gave a quiet “Hmmph,” and began pushing. Curie looked at her curiously, then her eyes fell to Jane’s legs. “M-madam!” she exclaimed. Jane felt warmth totally envelope her crotch. It spread quickly as she peed full-force into her clothing. She exhaled as she felt warm rivers flow down both of her legs. The wetness curled around her legs, just barely spreading across the bottom of her butt. The hot liquid flowed messily out of the cuffs of her pants, splattering noisily on the ground. Her visible relief faded as the next phase of this little operation began. She grunted softly, and felt her butt cheeks part. A firm log made its way into her jumpsuit’s seat. It tented out significantly, before finally folding in and smooshing up between her pink panties and butt cheeks. She exhaled again, and tugged at jumpsuit a bit, feeling the mess settling in the back of her pants. Her wet legs were cooling in the breeze. Curie’s face was full of satisfaction. “Thank you, Madam,” she said, gratefully. “Don’t… don’t mention it,” Jane said, and she meant tit. “It looks like you were right,” Curie began. “About what?” “With the right motivation, you can make anyone have to change their pants,” Curie said, quoting Jane. So this is what she meant. It was going to be fun explaining this to the crew at Taffington...
  11. This is my second story that I've written on Deviantart. Sorry that I didn't post these on the forum sooner! I decided to write stories for both my own personal enjoyment and to get more supporters on pateron! It did get some positive feedback back on the Deviantart page, so I hope it will fare the same over here. If you want to follow me on Deviantart then click this link:My Deviantart If you want to support me then click this link:My Patreon Page All that booze from last night had given me one hell of a headache. It felt like my skull was spitting open. And how did I even end up in this bed? I guess the better question to ask would be “why am I tied up to this bed?” I struggled against the rope that weighed me down, but my attempts were in vain. I had no choice but to lie here and wait. And man did I need to piss! I looked around the bedroom while I waited. The first thing that struck me as odd was the lock on the bathroom door. The bed I sat in appeared to be closer to the middle. What I assumed was the doorway out stood several feet in front of the bed. A nightstand stood to the left of the bed while a closest with a mirror adjacent to it were both on the far right. A red oval carpet lied on the foot of the bed. And a giant ceiling fan with some lighting hanging from it lied on the ceiling just above the carpet. I listened closely as I started to hear footsteps outside the door of the bedroom I was in. I heard the sound of the lock turning as the door slowly creaked forward. The bartender from last night was staring straight at me. He was far taller than I ever was and was fairly fit for his age. Though he didn’t have much in the way of muscle, he wasn't out of shape either. As always, his hair was finely combed and slicked back with more than the usual dime sized amount of hair gel. In fact it looked as though his hair could defy gravity had the wind been blowing in his general direction. He wore a suit and tie; a bit overly formal even for a bartender. “Looks like you finally woke up! I’m quite glad as I’ll be opening up the bar any minute! Wouldn’t want you to be late on your first day here after all.” He said in a well toned voice. A voice that was full of charisma and energy. “What’s going on?!” I shouted out of confusion. “What’s going on? You make me laugh! I don’t think that those roofies I slipped into your drink said anything about memory lost. Well, in case they did, I’ll give you an estimate as to how much money you owe me in tabs. Almost four hundred dollars!” “Please, I’ll pay it back as soon as I can!” “You said that the last time, and the time before that, and the time before that! It just keeps going with you sleazeballs!” “Are you going to break my legs or something?” “You see, the problem with breaking a man’s legs or threatening to kill their wife or something is that it doesn’t magically cause you to pull enough money out of your ass. However, a company called Quest showed up about a week ago and told me how I can collect my tabs from now on. I make you do some screwed up humiliating shit, Quest video tapes it all and gives me the four hundred that you owe me.” “What do you mean by “humiliating?” “Give me a minute while I go pull out my magic tricks! A magician never reveals his tricks.” He stares at his phone for a moment before proceeding to get some supplies out of the closest. He pulls out a strangely large, square, white object out. As well as what appeared to be a box of pills and a rather shiny jeweled object. He then laid the objects flat on the dresser next to the bed and adjusts the ropes, freeing my legs but not my arms. “Now, if you want to make this easier on yourself, then just keep those legs spread and lift them above high into the air.” I refused to listen to his orders and kept my legs tightly close together. The bartender then proceeded to get a large paddle out with the Quest trademarked logo across it. He then began to spank me right on a legs. Within a few minutes of this, I was nearly at the verge of tears. I had no choice but to submit. “Well, that bearly took all of two minutes!” He chuckled. He then grabbed the box of pills and opened it up. “Now, since you are full of shit, we need to extract some of that out of you. These pills are going to help you do just that! Of course, you won’t be able to crap with this butt plug in place. Should help motivate you to do a good job tonight. Wouldn’t be able to sleep with those horrible stomach cramps, now would you?” He then unwrapped the suppository and shoved the pill into my butt with his finger. I could feel it melting inside me which caused a weird sensation for a few moments. Not to mention the weirdness from being violated by this stranger’s intrusion. I gave a loud yelp as he forced the jeweled butt plug into my virgin asshole. Causing my hole to expand and spread out further in order to try to take it all in. But it was still tight and painful. I tried my best to stop the flood of tears as the intruder continued to dig deep into me until it had finally stopped. Last but not least, the diaper. He spread it out underneath my filled bum and ordered me to lower my legs onto it. Which I did submissively. He then put the front side up over my crotch, and started to tape the diaper on. Once he was done, he then put a cover over the diaper which I noticed had a locking mechanism on it. He pulled a key out of his pocket and locked the cover on, sealing my fate. “All done, that wasn't too bad! And that diaper cover should ensure that my baby girl doesn’t try to escape from her padded prison. Obviously, it should go without saying that you will be using that diaper for it’s intended purpose.” I gulped at the thought of having to use my diaper at all. And my need to pee was already starting to get worst. “Now, I’ll have to untie your arms in order to get you dressed. If you try to escape, then there will be consequences. And good luck getting out of that diaper even if you did escape. Ah, that would make for a great headliner!” He then proceeded to untie my arms. Then he went back into the closet and pulled out some clothing. Meanwhile, I slowly crawled out of bed and found a spot to stand at. Not really too keen on the option of trying to run out the bedroom in nothing but a diaper through what I assume was a crowded bar. I looked down in shock as I immediately noticed that my legs had been shaved. So had my arms and any other parts of my body that could be considered “unladylike” “Do I want to know how I ended up getting shaved?” I inquired “Ah, I almost forgot about that part! Luckily I still had some hair removal cream lying around! If you were running around like a hairy ape, then it would ruin my business! I have customers who would rather not see your ungroomed man hairs. Afterall, you’re a girl for as long as I own you.” He then pulled out the first piece of my outfit, fishnet stockings with a pair of high heels to match. “You’ll have to get used to walking around in these. If you were to slip and fall at any point, punishments would have to be arranged.” He laid the stockings out in the air in order for me to step in them. As much as I didn’t want to, I knew that I should get this over with. I stepped into them and began to realize much to my horror that these stockings were not going to hide my diaper in the slightest. They were so see through in fact that I may as well have walked around in just the diaper by itself. He then took out a black lacy bra and began to help me slip it on. Then finally, a leather corset which nicely hid away my beer belly. Finally, he took out some makeup and proceeded to do my face up in the sluttest fashion possible. He put some black eyeshadow on me as well. Mascara over the eyes with lots of foundation. He even plucked my eyebrows out, one by one each more painful then the last. Then adding the fake eyebrows in place of the old ones. He completely redid my hair, adding in the extensions which turned my once boyish hair into this long wavy beauty. And he dyed my hair from a brunette into a blonde. Once he was completely satisfied with his work, he pointed at the mirror closest to the door, instructing me to go take a look. I was completely shocked at the transformation. My once unattractive at best body had been turned into this gorgeous sexy woman. My hips were far slimmer than usual. The makeup had nicely brought out my blue eyes. My legs were a bit curvy but sexy enough to look at without all the hair in the way. My nails were trimmed and painted a watery blue in order to match my eyes. In fact, it got me hard just staring at the woman who stared at me in this mirror. She was hot, sexy and ready for a night out. A part of me hated it but I was also turned on in a strange sort of way. “Took longer than I had imagined. Good thing that I started early enough, your shift is about to start in a few minutes! I’m quite surprised at how well you turned out! I mean with the ugly mug that I had started with, I thought for sure that you were a lost cause. Well anyway, I’ll take you downstairs and explain to you what your job is tonight.” With that, he grabbed my hand and led me down the staircase into the bar down below. I immediately got a few stares and a couple of chuckles. A rush of embarrassment ran down my spine as I nervously continued to walk alongside my bartender. Trying my best not to trip as I walked in these high heels. The cramps were already starting after that massive makeover. I gave a good look at the bar as we headed toward the kitchen. As always, the bar was nearly spotless. The walls were filled with various paintings and the usual football paraphernalia. The tables stood on the left side while the bar itself stood on the right. Lamps stood atop each and everyone of those tables. Far into the back were the restrooms. Close to those facilities were the pool tables which also had ceiling lamps above them. TV’s stood above the bars themselves for people to watch their favorite football games. We headed into the kitchen where I could see all the employees working. Obviously, in a bar this large, the man standing next to me wasn't the only person serving drinks. There were two other bartenders hard at work mixing drinks for the fellow patrons. They were dressed in much the same fashion as the person escorting me, formal suits and ties with their hairs nicely done up. Two of the bartenders were men while only one was female. The female bartender had short brown hair with a formal skirt. She had a larger rack then most but not overly so. The servers on the other hand were all female, though given your own genitals, a worried voice in your head made you wonder how many of those girls who gave you lapdances were actually men. You gulp at the sheer notion. Of course, you were the only one waddling around the bar in a diaper which further increased your own embarrassment. They were however dressed in similar attire with fishnet stockings and even a pair of bunny ears and all manner of makeup. “So this is where you should be grabbing plates from. Mainly from that counter over there. All you’re doing is taking plates from here to the tables. We have a restaurant menu as you know and you’ll have to write down orders and bring them to our lovely chefs. Things will get more interesting if you screw up. Should you trip or fall or mess up an order, I will take actions to resolve your misbehavior. No tears, no whining, and don’t even think about escaping. Am I clear?” He said that last line with a stern look on his face that suggested that I wouldn’t like my punishments very much. I nodded in agreement before he headed off to the bar and started his own shift. How hard could this be? I’ve never walked in a pair of heels. My aching stomach, bladder, and this stick up my ass were all converging against my ability to walk. But anything beats being murdered and left in a ditch by some loan shark. Right? I took the first order to the table. A bowl of nachos, plus a club sandwich. Every step I took towards table number five was more painful then the last in these heels. The cramps in my stomach slowed me down. After what had seemed like forever, I finally reached the table. I held back the need to cry as best as I possibly good. I could hear the laugher from behind me as I bent down to bring the plate down towards the table. My ass was up in the air for everyone to see, my diaper now visible for the entire world to see. I bit my tongue as hard as I could and tried to think about anything else in order to keep the tears from flooding out. This continued for most of the horrifying nightmare that was my first day on this job. Then about halfway through, my bladder was finally starting to leak into my diaper despite my attempts to hold it. I was so concentrated on trying to hold myself that I fell over, knocking the plate into the air and landing a bowl of salsa just on top of the customer. Like something out of a cartoon. The sheer shock as my body hit the ground with a hard thump, caused my bladder to spasm widely, releasing all the bodily fluids that I had tried to hold back. I had to cover my mouth closed with my hands as I softly moaned from the sheer pleasure of relief. It lasted a few blissful minutes as a torrent of piss came flowing from my crotch straight into my diaper. Though it was starting to fill, it could handle a few more uses. Once I had finally regained my composure, I stood back up and the angry customer stared at me in a fury of rage. I could see the manager who also happened to be a bartender who had dressed me up apologizing as best as he could. “I’ll pay for your entire meal and give you a discount for next time! Just please don’t write a bad Yelp review, this is my family's business.” “I’ll forgive you. But I want some free service from that lady right there. Just something pleasurable enough to make me forget about what happened here. If you catch my drift.” “Of course, just name your request and I will ensure that she will follow it down to the letter.” “Well, since she is wearing a diaper and acting like a goddamn toddler over there, I think that some capital punishment would be the most fitting. Bent over my lap kicking and screaming like any well parented two-year-old should clear her attitude problem right up.” “The customer is always right after all.” With that, he grabbed me by my hair and shoved me into the direction of the stranger. You could tell that the bartender was not in the mood for dealing with my screw ups. He was a bit older than thirty but in an overall great shape. He had this military cut hair and scars throughout his face. His hands were dirty and rugged but at least he smelled like he showered every day, minus the smell of beer. His arms and legs were unshaved but that only added to his ripped muscles which were more than capable of handling me. “Great, couldn’t have gone and pissed off some eighty year old with a cane? No, I had to go piss off the biggest roid raging guy in this whole damn bar!” I thought to myself. Within a few seconds, he had me bent over his lap. I felt like a deer in the headlights as I could do nothing to get away from him and escape the humiliation that I was about to endure. He pulled my stockings down which caused the bartender to get his key out of his pocket and toss it towards the stranger. He proceeded to unlock my diaper cover and pull down the back of the garment. I soon felt the friction as his burly, rough hands stuck my bare skin. Sending a vibration of pain across my backside while causing the plug up my ass to further bury itself inside my sensitive virgin hole. By the fifth spank, I was at the point of tears. I continued to pour out my pain vocally as he continued to slap my ass over and over again. “Oh yeah, keep crying like that! I love it when bitches keep on moaning!” He said with a smile as he continued to punish me. By the time it was over, my ass was red and my hole felt sore and achey. He pulled up my stockings, diaper and cover over my ass and allowed me to stand up. He gave me one final slap on the rear as I stood up. While I may have hated that experience, my cock was giving me a different story. I’m not sure why I felt so turned on by the whole thing. I was completely straight….right? I went back to the kitchen and grabbed some more orders for people. I couldn’t stop thinking about the entire thing and how horny I actually was. Maybe I should break a few more rules in order to get some more punishment? What on earth was I thinking about? The constant thoughts about being punished and humiliated, used and degraded continued to fill my horny mind. I tried my best to just shove the thoughts aside and just get on with the rest of the night. As I continued to serve the guests, I had to pee again. Not like I’m getting out of this diaper, so may as well use it. Plus the warmth was pretty pleasurable and comfortable once you got used to it. I continued to try my best to ward off such lewd thoughts out of my mind. The rest of the night went on without any further incidents. I nearly tripped a few times but that was about it for the mischief for the rest of the night. Or so I had thought. But getting off unscaved wasen’t going to be as easy as I might’ve thought. Once again, I took every sore, blistering step up the stairs as the bartender led me up the stairs. My feet were absolutely ruined from all that walking in these awful platform heels. Relief overtook me as we headed into the bedroom. He allowed me to slip out of my outfit, leaving me in just my diaper with the locking cover over it. “You did do an alright job for your first night. But you did dump some flaming hot salsa on one of my regulars. I think I should teach you a personal lesson. I want you bent over, face towards the bed.” With that he walked towards the closest and pulled out the same paddle with the trademarked Quest Logo. As I bent over the bed, I could feel my heart racing. The excitement ringing throughout my entire body. A wave of horniness ran across me and I could already feel a boner coming along long before he had started. A part of me despised this but I felt so eager and ready for this. He reached around towards my front and began to unlock the diaper cover. Once he had it pulled down, he grabbed the metal plug in my ass and pulled it out. He then pulled the diaper back up over my tushie. “It’s about time that you “properly” used that diaper.” he said with a lit up grin on his face. I whimpered as I felt my bowels immediately start to give in. Wave after wave of the brown sticky liquid flowed into the garment causing my eyes to water. I continued to cry as my stomache released anything that had been in it before. The diaper barely held all the brown mush that covered the back of my ass. I also pissed in the middle of it all. Then the paddle came once he was sure that I was done shitting. Each swing push the mush further into every orifice in my entire body. I could feel the strange sensation as my balls, dick and ass were covered in the goo. Swing after swing continued to bring out the flood of tears from my eyes. It must have been about thirty odd swings before he finished. The squishy mess was slightly leaking and flowing into my diaper cover. “Wasn't too bad now was it?” I simply replied by nodding my head. I’d rather want to agree with anything he says at this stage then face the wrath of another punishment. I guess that old saying, “careful what you wish for” is true after all. “Great! Now I can go ahead and feed you something.” With that he headed into the closest and brought out a bottle of pills and then went into the little mini refrigerator next to it and grabbed a bottle of milk. He sat next to the me on the bed and easily picked me up as if I weighed nothing and sat me on his lap. Forcing a bottle of milk mixed with laxatives into my mouth. It was an odd feeling to get used to. Being fed like some sort of baby or something. It was weirdly comfortable even if I was sitting in my own bodily waste. I was furious at my boner which continued to stiffen despite the mush that it was covered in. Surely, I can’t be into this! At least the bottle of milk in my mouth was calming me down. It didn’t take very long for me to gulp down the milk since I hadn't eaten all day. He finished off by burping me before he laid me down in the bed, turned off the light and headed down the staircase. I didn’t sleep very well thanks to the mess I was forced to lay in. I continued to struggle and squirm around my bed. I could have gotten out of the bed but since the door was locked and I assumed that this room didn’t come with a laptop with wifi, I may as well just lay in bed. About an hour later, I started to get some really bad stomach cramps which made sleeping an even worst experience. It barely took half an hour before the cramps became too much to bare and I had to simply squat and let go. So I sat up and lifted my butt a few inches. That was all it took before another roaring wave of crap overflowed my diaper and continued to leak further into the diaper cover. I simply cried myself to sleep.
  12. 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.
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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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  14. So, this occurred to me when I was in preschool. I was one of those kids that was, for a short time, uncomfortable with using bathrooms outside my home bathroom(s). Once I got used to the place, I would be comfortable going inside. Plus the fact that I was still diapered, though potty trained, at this point in time, on account of being born premature. This was on a day where I had changed out of my last diaper in the YMCA's bathroom, and my mom had gone off to work, and to buy a new pack at the store. As I was doing some arts and crafts, I felt the need to poop. I was, at this point, still not comfortable, or accustomed I guess you could say, to the bathrooms at the YMCA. So, what I did was stand up, and lean over the table, as I began to push out my poo into my sweatpants. Somehow, no one noticed a thing. Granted, the kids didn't either when I was diapered, but still
  15. please be aware that it has messing content too, but it's optional! it's a basic "hold as long as possible" test, although probably significantly gentler than most you've seen. ''; i'd love to hear your feedback and/or results!! http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/uttake.php?id=252770
  16. Now our experiences, and the memories we make of them, are some things that shape us, and who we eventually become, other factors. A vast majority of the site members are into omo. Now, I believe omo or messing experiences, even before one realizes that are into it, helps shape who they become, especially early memories which ¨stick¨ easier to understanding and connecting the dots. For me, my earliest memory was when I was about five or so. Due to being premature, while potty trained, I was still padded, as I apparently, according to some old documents I found, suffered from encopresis and enupresis in places wherein I was unfamiliar with the bathroom, and I kind of liked them. I did occasionally use the bathroom, though it often took awhile for me to get used to a place to be comfortable using the bathroom alone in them, as Iḿ sure most young kids are with new places. Now this was my first week at the YMCA, where I went to preschool. At least, I think it was preschool. We did learn a bit there. So, in this particular instance, I wasn´t exactly used to the bathrooms there yet, especially if someone else was in there. I would often do my business in my door, or find something else to use until about a week later, when I was a tad bit more used to the bathrooms. I had also run out of diapers shortly after arriving, as my mom changed me out of my last one shortly before I went into my, I guess classroom you could call it. I wore a plain green T-Shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and a pair of sneakers. While I was walking about looking for something to play with, I felt this sudden urge to pee. I had drunken two bottles of milk before I had come there that day, so that probably had something to do with it. Like most kids, I wasn´t yet comfortable telling an adult outside my family when I had to use the bathroom, That and I didn´t yet know I could just go to the bathroom if I needed to without informing an adult. I was used to going in my pants if such a need arose. What I did was go to where there was a bookcase, and picked out a book to read. I plopped down, and in the middle of reading, flooded my pants. The carpeted floor was dark and all, so I let my pants dry out. How bout you guys, what are some early omo/messing memories of yours?
  17. So, as the question asks, did anyone else here wear diapers past the age most kids are potty trained? Ergo between 18 months and 3 years of age? I know I did. I wore them until a little past the end of second grade, so about the time I turned eight, since my mom couldn´t find anymore that would fit me. If you can, share any memories you can. Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice. On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line. It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush.As this was going on, even though it barely lasted a minute, to five year old me it felt like hours. As I pooped, I kept thinking "Please don't notice my poo poo." I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather.
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    WARNING: These videos contain large amounts of diaper messing and may show the contents. View at your own discretion. A bunch of amateur videos of girls messing their diapers and changing messy diapers! Be sure to follow the file, i update the file periodically usually in sets of 10! New Update 08/30/2016 - Added 10 videos they are labeled "update 4 (01-10)" Previous Updates Check out my previous upload with over 100 videos!

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  19. (Well, this is just a random story I wrote. Been playing one of my OCs again and wanted to write something about them. Would do something a bit more plot and character related but…council. Art for reference: https://www.dropbox.com/s/10d4een7p5zzp35/The%20Red%20Knight.jpg?dl=0) The Red Knight(Whom I will often be calling Red for simplicity.) was nervous. This was her first attempt at leading herself. She and Robin were pupils to the master tactician Travis, part of his four person squad that served the Omega and his goals. Normally he lead lead the squad on missions, his powerful control of the battlefield keeping them all alive. But as one of his two tacticians in training, she had to learn to do it as well. At least she couldn’t do worse than Robin, she figured. The man had destroyed his foes, but his leadership left a bit to be desired. He almost seemed to delight in throwing his units in situations they barely escaped, leaving the unit with six heavily injured soldiers, two lightly injured, and only two healthy. Robin had done most of the work himself, his physical protection rather than guidance keeping the soldiers from outright dying. She promised herself she would do better. Today it was just her and the ten women that formed the mercenary group they were currently working with. Tyra, the elder blue dragon who opposed Tiamat for control of the chromatics, was off battling the mother of dragons. Her adopted daughter, Jill, originally Tiamat’s daughter and a massive red dragon who had taken the Red Knight’s master as her mate, was with her. She couldn’t help but feel jealous when she thought of the red. She had vied for her master’s attention before, but he did not seem interested in placing it on a student. Every time Jill kissed him, or greeted him with one of her powerful hugs, she burned with jealousy. All she got was friendly greetings and the usual advice. Pushing her absent companions out of her mind for now, she turned to face her squad. They were lined up, geared up and ready to go. Scanning down the line of mercenaries, Red nodded in approval. “Alright ladies, here’s the plan. Our job is to destroy the shadow sources so the Omega can hold the zone. We’ve done this before, should be a routine job. I’ll be leading this time. I may not do as well as Travis, but I’ll do a better job than Robin did.” At that several of the women grinned. “We’re ready when you are commander.” One of the mercs, Carissa, said. She was one of the more experienced woman, and wore heavy scale armor with a pair of battleaxes at her sides and long, light brown hair down to her shoulders. The Red Knight nodded and concentrated. Her mind washed over the team, and she could feel all of their emotions, all of their conditions. She was the battlefield. The team turned and vanished in one concerted teleport, appearing on a field of semisolid shadow. Three glowing nexus’s floated above the ground around the area, and a variety of shadow creatures already stalked the ground. “Go!” she shouted into everyone’s minds, and they were off. Red felt her chess pieces flood onto the battlefield, spectral images of herself in different uniforms standing guard over her teammates and flitting about the battlefield, shadows of glowing red energy. First, she took stock of all her troops. Carissa was at the vanguard, both axes drawn as she leaped upon a shadowy humanoid. Her axes tore into its essence with ease, the magical weapon tearing shadow like flesh. Right behind her was Diana, an exceptionally tall and supremely arrogant blonde. She wore heavy plate armor, but it barely seemed to slow her. “Try to keep up!” she shouted as she dodged past Carissa, bringing her greatsword to bear against the flank of a massive shadowy worm, a powerful blow driving into its flank. She could feel the warrior was…nervous!? and almost laughed aloud. Now that she was keeping everyone’s statuses, she could see Diana’s true colors. The warrior had already shit herself a bit as she waited for the battle to start, nervous about going into combat again after her serious injury under Robin. Stifling her laughter, she ignored the small lump in the blonde’s pants only she could sense and moved to the next merc. Alesha was next to engage. She held a broadsword tightly in both hands, studded leather armor showing off her curves while giving a bit of protection to complement her mobility, long red hair flaring out behind her as she moved. She danced between the legs of a Titanic shadow, blade cutting out again and again. Once again, the enchanted equipment had a noticeable effect, gashes tearing in the flesh of the shadows legs. It seems her attempts to hamstring it simply wounded it more, however. Anna spun forward after her, her glistening black crystal plate armor radiating fear, her brilliant red hair trialing out the bottom of her helm . It did little good against the shadows, however, and luckily didn’t affect her allies, so she simply resorted to bringing her massive hammer spinning around into the side of the nightmare worm’s maw, joining Diana in attempting to slay the beast. A trio of women were next. Cyan, Cyril, and Cyrene. They all had matching short black hair, and each wore matching chainmail armor, the links glistening mithral. The shortest of them wielded two daggers, one glistening with fire and the other with cold. The middle sister wielded two scimitars, both hissing with acid. The last had a pair of green, glowing arms sprouting from her side, the psionic limbs supporting a pair of dual wielded greatswords that crackled with lightning and thunder, respectively. They moved in unison, the Cyrene, who stood almost as tall as Diana, let the Cyril take her shoulders. Cyan leaped onto hers in turn, and together they launched the smallest sister into the air, sending her crashing into a massive flying shadow. Her daggers dug deep, and she pulled, the best careening towards the ground into the other two’s reach, and they fell upon it. Luna, an archer, stayed back beside the red knight, her white hair long down her back and her body protected by pure black leather armor, enchanted with stealth. It didn’t matter against the shadows, however, and she simply raised her bow and sent a shower of sparkling arrows flying towards another flying shadow, the trail a bright light in the darkness of the realm. A pair of blue haired mages brought up the rear. Both wore their dark blue hair long down their back, dressed in matching red robes and carrying matching black staves. Only their eye colors differentiated, Mina’s eyes a bright green while Mila’s were a light brown. They unleashed waves of magic over the mercenaries, hastening their movements before opening up with spells of light and fire, the shadowy enemies immune to the more effective methods of magical disablement, paralysis and mind control. She could also feel Mila was desperately full and almost groaned. The mage should have gone beforehand if she was so desperate. With everyone’s status accounted for, the whole train of thought taking only a moment, Red moved to engage. Energy flared to life around her, and her whole body glowed with red energy, her sword shifting from metal to pure energy in an instant. She advanced down the middle of the enemies, past her troops, and engaged another titanic shadow. Leaping into the air, powered by a flow of air, she struck its arm and cut clean through, severing the limb. She felt herself stabilize in the air, and rolled in midair, avoiding its other swinging arm. Pushing off of the air she lashed out with psionic power, a shadowy flyer coming at her falling to the ground in pain as she blasted it with a combination of psionic energy and magical fire. Feeling the rush of both magic and psionics flowing full force through her veins, she casually raised her sword and caught the nightmare’s returning arm on it, severing it off and leaving the creature armless. Spurring forward in a burst of psychic emery, she drove her blade through its face, the massive monster dissolving into shadowy essence. With her free hand she raised a shield of arcane energy, catching the powerful cone of icy death launched her way and absorbing it into more energy. Emboldened, she leaped for a worm, but it dived into the ground. Turning, she raised her sword high, and brought it down with a brilliant flash of power, red energy engulfing one of the shadowy nexus’s and obliterating it. Her attention was tugged away for a moment, however, and she realized the perils of maintaining a collective with a group of warrior women. Diana hacked away at the worm in front of her, Anna working on its opposite side and forcing it to keep turning in an attempt to catch ones of them. She was unprepared for the hand that reached down and grasped her. One of the giant shadows had flickered from its position across the shadowy field and appeared beside her. She felt her strength start to drain as its ghostly hand scooped her up in its giant grip, and she let out a scream of fear. Her body went limp and her bladder trembled uncontrollably, leak after leak of pee soaking into her undergarments. Dropping her greatsword, he quickly lost complete control, streams of urine soaking her legs and armor and falling from her, yellow streams cascading down from the giant’s grip. Red’s piece was there, however, and it phased through the giant’s hand, pulling her free and dropping her swiftly and safely to the ground. The giant tried to attack, but roared in pain as a prismatic beam slammed into its side, knocking it backward in a dazzle of rainbow energy. Her bowels were trembling but under control, though she barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief and get her fingers around the hilt of her fallen sword before she looked up and yet out another girly, fearful shriek. The maw of the giant worm she and Anna had been fighting was bearing down on her. It looked badly injured but it was still going to eat her. She let out a mewling whimper more appropriate to a scared little girl than to her massive frame and desperately threw her hands in the way as fear coursed through her. A lout pbblltt sounded as she violently shit herself, dark mush flooding into her underwear and then into her armor as her body forcefully expelled its waste. The smell and sound were both awful and unmistakable. Then end never came, however. Anna lunged forward, massive hammer cracking into the side of the worm’s head and sending it flying to the side, collapsing into a pile of shadowy essence and spiraling away. She turned to Diana, a slightly amused but sympathetic grin on her face, and held out a hand to help her up. Diana sniffled, wiping back the start of tears, and took her hand, letting Anna pull her to her feet. The black armored redhead patted the blonde’s back, and Diana composed herself to head back into the fray. The Red Knight could feel the fear flowing through Diana, the release of her control. It was all she could to do keep control herself, groaning as she doubled over and pushed a small lump of poo into her formerly pristine red panties. Steeling herself, she fought off the rest of the mental assault and lowered her connection to the others a bit. Preparing herself for further attacks, she stood up again, wincing as the lump of poo moved around in her panties. She turned towards the second nexus and sprinted for it, but a shadowy spider the size of an elder dragon rose up in her way, and she skidded to a halt. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a trickle of pee flow down her leg, this time not from someone else’s leak. Cursing under her breath, she watched as it raised its massive leg and took a swipe at her. She leaped forward, dodging the limbs blow and attaching herself to its side, running up the massive limb. When she neared the top, however, it brought another limb swinging up, and the spider’s blow hit her head on. The red energy around her flickered, her powerful barrier absorbing the blow. It faltered, but held fast, and the spider’s leg was deflected away with a screech of pain. The blow rocked her, however, and she could feel a distinct dampness in her panties telling her she had leaked more. Angrily raising her sword, she went straight for its head. Her pieces were still defending the squad, but her lapse in control spread like a wildfire. It was a result of the connection that they hadn’t expected, with both Travis and Robin being male and immune to the overactive bodily functions women suffered in battle. Mila suffered the effects of Red’s leak first, doubling over with a grunt as she pushed a log into her panties. Her desperation was too much to contain with the sudden urge to release. “Mila look out!” Mina shouted as a massive shadowy bird dived towards her sister. Mina tackled Mila to the ground, clearing her from the bird’s path, but its shadowy claws snatched her up. Her bladder was already eager for release and a golden cascade fell down on her sister as Mina was scooped up. Mila felt herself get thrown down and let out a pained sound, groaning as she pushed another log into her panties, involuntarily forcing more out with the impact. She was peeing now as well, desperate to get everything out. Her red robe was horribly stained, but she was shaken from her stupor when Mina’s pee soaked the upper portions of her dress. Concentrating, she forcibly pushed a third log into her panties, then looked up and cast a powerful spell, the shadowy bird turning to pure ice. Seeing that Mina was free, she bore down again, trying to finish wetting and messing her dress as quickly as possible. Everything pooled beneath her where she sat, and she realized this would be a bit too much of a mess for prestidigitation. Mina landed on her feet beside Mila with grace, her feather fall spell gently setting her on the ground. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at her sister’s accident. “I told you you should have gone beforehand.” She scolded. From across the battlefield she heard a massive roar, and turned bright red as she let out a fearful whimper and a blast of hot, liquid mess. The back of her dress darkened, and with the roar, Red’s influence, and the sound of her sister messing herself beside her, she couldn’t hold it back. Another wave of hot muck sprayed out, overwhelming her panties and dress completely and dripping down her legs. She held a horrified expression as a noisy fart escaped her, and then another, longer burst of diarrhea exploded down her legs, liquid poo puddling beneath her as she continued to helplessly shit herself. Luna ran, turning and firing a desperate arrow occasionally. With the others occupying the larger creatures, she found herself being swarmed by every single one of the tiny humanoids. Red’s chess pieces had intercepted many blows, but she had taken several, and she was getting tired. It seemed there was no end to these things. Suddenly, the swarm vanished. She paused, confused. Suddenly she heard a sound and turned. The whole swarm was behind her, using the same blinking some of the others had used. They were on her in an instant. She desperately removed her bowstring, slamming a few creatures back with her bow like a quarterstaff, but soon she was overwhelmed. She felt her essence start to drain into the shadow and panic completely overtook her body. She looked up into the eerily grinning face of a shadow and helplessly lost all control. Pee soaked her black leather armor, not very noticeable but leaving every inch of her bottom soaked. The back bulged out as a large lump of poo forced its way into her tight armor, then more and more forced its way out, spreading along the back of her tight armor like a pancake. Her bottom and legs were soon coated with pee and poo as she felt all light fading, the shadows taking her. Just as her consciousness faded, she saw a bright light pierce the shadows around her. Travis approached the fallen archer, smoking staff still in hand. There was no trace of the pure energy blast that had utterly annihilated the attacking shadows, but he still radiated an aura of power. Slinging the staff over his shoulder, he picked up the unconscious archer. “Just because I am not leading this fight does not mean I will allow anyone to be lost.” He said quietly, and vanished with a flicker of energy, taking the badly injured woman back to their base. The triplets were fighting the remaining big monsters, the other four split off to head for the last gate. The three of them worked in perfect concert, elemental weapons cutting down giants, birds, and worms alike. They seemed untouchable, any hit that broke through tier formation being absorbed by a one of Red’s pieces, their leader still watching out for them. They struck down the last monster with satisfaction, the three of them hugging one another as the last normal monster fades. Diana, Anna, Alesha, and Carissa joined together, cutting down one last worm from their path and heading for the last nexus. The last of the monsters fell behind them, and the Red Knight would end hers soon. As they neared, however, space rippled in front of them. A massive, six winged dragon, its head full of glowing red eyes and its mouth full of massive red fangs, tore its way into the demiplane. An aura of fear radiated off of it, and it let out a massive roar. Its arms moved in casting, and it lashed out at the triplets with a spell, then turned to face the terrified women before it. Diana had enough when the fear aura hit her. Pee she didn’t even know she still had sprayed down her legs at the sight of the dragon, and a fresh burst of waste pushed its way into her armor, spreading the mess even further down her legs and ass. Her legs trembled and she teared up, and when the dragon roared she fainted dead away, bladder, bowels, and bravery exhausted. Carissa faired a bit better, letting out a quiet whimper of fear and clamping down on her muscles as hard as she could, preventing a solid release. Her bladder, on the other hand, couldn’t be stopped, and her tight armored pants echoed with a hiss as she forcefully and fearfully emptied her bladder into them. She stood frozen with fear as she peed herself like a frightened child, whimpering. As the stream died down, the veteran fighter collected herself and advanced towards the massive dragon. Alesha clamped down on her bladder, forgetting about her bowels, the opposite of Carissa. She let out a pained, involuntary groan as the first soft mass pushed its way into her panties, quickly followed by a wave of brown sludge, then another mass and another. She trembled as Carissa did, shitting herself in terror. She was at least spared the childish whimpering thanks to her pained groans. When the dragon roared, her hold on her bladder faltered, and piss sprayed down her legs, studded leather darkening. She looked up, meeting the dragons eyes, and fell to her knees, helpless in the face of its fearsome gaze. Her bladder was going full force now, along with her bowels, and the stench was terrible as she emptied herself into her armor, entirely humiliated and helpless, unable to continue the fight. Anna fared better than her comrades, at least. Her armor reduced the impact of fear on her along with its other effects, and she leaked for a moment, the front of her panties dampening and the back of them browning slightly, but she held it together. Hammer in hand, she shook her head to clear it, then followed Carissa towards the dragon, hoping her other two companions would be okay. It swooped down to meet them, its shadowy form dwarfing them a hundredfold. It released a massive cone of blue fire, but a pair of Red’s pieces stepped in the way, the ones dressed as bishops, and they dispersed the fire to either side, leaving the pair unharmed. Anna could swear she heard a “Tsk” from the dragon. It descended, and its claws reached out, grabbing at the pair. Carissa activated her ring, and teleported out of the way. Anna tried to dodge, but there was no way she could. The claw was just too big. The dragon scooped her up, and seeing Carissa reappear, sent his massive tail spiraling towards her. She looked up too late, and it hit her full on in the stomach, and the rest of her really. The loudest fart yet was heard from the veteran merc as her mess was quite violently forced out of her. One instant her pants were clean, in another they were sagging heavy with foul mess. A full load, enough to make her armored pants sage with a bulge the size of a baseball or two, was pushed out in an instant. Forced by the impact and lubricated by fear, she humiliated herself in less than a second. She went flying across the battlefield, landing in an unconscious heap. Anna looked up at the dragon in horror as it drew her closer to its maw. She felt her muscles trembling, fear slowly gaining ground. As it opened its jaw her bladder opened involuntarily, and the inside of her pristine armor soaked through, the crystals lack of joints causing the pee from her impressive bladder to pool at the bottom of her feet and climb up her legs as she filled the inside of her tight armor with warm, liquid fear. As she entered the darkness of its maw, she felt the edge of a sharp tooth brush her and closed her eyes. Her stomach rumbled, and despite her best efforts, the shadowy, deadly feel of its tooth was enough. She pushed a wave of soft mess into her underwear, then another. More and more soft, firm mess filled her panties, spreading out and coating the inside of her armor in poop. She shook with fear until she finished messing herself, then wondered why she wasn’t dead. Opening her eyes, she saw herself outside the dragon’s mouth, and it was grinning at her. It gently set her down on the ground, and she fell onto her butt in a daze with a splat, only making the mess worse. What was going on? The three twins had just enough time to celebrate their victory before they were thrown into their own illusionary horrors. Cyan found herself in a pit of snakes. The effect was almost immediate. The youngest sister who had a crippling fear of snakes curled up into a ball and sobbed. She didn’t even try to stop herself as she peed full force into her chainmail skirt, soaking her panties and the cloth that guarded her legs from the mail, the puddle spreading over her and soaking her entirely as she hid in a ball of her own piss. Her bowels luckily didn’t hold much, and she quickly pushed a large stool into her underwear, but it was able to contain everything. Cyril found herself looking at a pair of skeletons she quickly recognized as her sisters. Tears stung her eyes and she rushed over to them. “Nonononono! I can’t be!” she whispered tearfully. When she reached them, she knelt down, and let out the loudest shriek of fear yet. The skeletons eye sockets were filled with spiders, her worst fear. Falling back on her bottom, she desperately scrabbled away, leaving a trial of pee behind as her bladder released into her panties and clothes. She managed to make it to the corner of the room, a large trial of pee showing her path across the room. She realized her butt was completely smeared with poop, having involuntarily released everything the instant she saw the spiders. Her capacity wasn’t much greater than Cyan’s but she had dragged it everywhere. Her armor would take hours to clean and her clothes were likely unsalvageable. But at least she was away from the spiders. Cyrene found herself facing her worst fear as well. She found herself in the water. She desperately tried to swim upwards, but her armor was too heavy. She tore at it desperately, but it would not come off. Her oxygen drained quickly with her panic, and soon she was choking, trying to scream as horror completely overtook her. She lost all consciousness as her bladder and bowels emptied at the same time, the water around her yelling and her soaked clothes staining. The back of her armor bulged out immensely, her garments unable to hold her considerable mess back, the clothes and panties horribly stained brown as soft mess drippled down the back of her legs. Back in the real world, the triplets were position as in their illusions, Cyan curled up in a ball, Cyril sat on her messy bottom, and Cylene laying on her back. Eventually, the illusion faded, and the younger two sisters woke to their unconscious and extremely messy older sister. They moved over to her, and with combined effort, lifted her. The Red Knight fought the giant spider as she felt her soldiers crumbling around her. Cursing silently in her head as her attention was drawn to a hundred different places defending them, she cut deep into the spider. The sudden release of so many shook her a moment later however, and she feel, clutching the bottom of her skirt in desperation and also to prevent it from flaring up. Another, slightly larger lump was forced into her panties, and she no longer had any concentration left. She wished she could yell at him, wished she could kill this thing and end it… The other nexus exploded behind her, and she resigned herself to focusing her attention on holding it and freeing the illusioned women. The now larger bulge in her panties was uncomfortable but she could handle it. Her spell carried her gently to the ground, and she banished the illusion on the triplets. She turned upwards, wincing as the spider advanced on her overworked form and raised a leg to crush her. A few streams of pee trailed down her legs, but she knew her ward would protect her. A moment later, however, the massive dragon crashed into the spider, sending it crashing to the ground like a collapsing titan and tearing into it with furious teeth, claws and wing buffets. At least he was helping now. Gathering herself, Red made her way to the last nexus, raising her sword and unleashing another pulse of red, pure energy. Corona, her sword, struck again, and the nexus shattered. The shadowy nature of the plane faded, returning to the harmless demiplane it had once been. Sheathing her sword, she let out a sigh of relief. “At least I made it through relatively clean.” She said aloud to herself. She was still shaky from everyone else’s release, but she had made it. “Boo!” she heard from behind her, and let out a loud squeak. Her weakened bladder gave out and a waterfall of yellow streamed down between her legs, soaking her red panties thoroughly and puddling beneath her, thankfully leaving her skit and legs untouched. Her bowels forced another lump into her panties, then another, and soon the bulge forced them out to their full extent, not quite enough to peak down below her skirt but sizable. Striking out behind her, she spun and punched the giant of a man standing behind her, grinning. Her fist, even charged with energy, didn’t seem to do much, but he winced, a rare sign of pain from the giant of a man. Somewhat satisfied, she growled at him. “What the hell was that about, Robin!? I had this under control, we had it won! And then you had to go and take out the rest of my soldiers!? Are you just jealous I was doing better than you!?” Robin couldn’t contain a chuckle, putting his hand on the average sized woman’s head and easy task for the seven foot tall half giant. “Perhaps. Perhaps the master just wanted me to amuse him.” Red blushed hotly, but she knew Robin was teasing her. He knew of her affection, and its lack of return. She didn’t need his teasing right now. Shaking her head, she retorted. “Maybe you just wanted a show. It doesn’t matter I suppose, as long as master realizes how well we would have done without your intrusion.” They both knew he didn’t interfere for his own desires. He was willing to amuse others tastes but he wouldn’t go out of his way for it. But it was the only defense she had. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go gather up the army that you threw all over the battlefield.” She added with a huff. Turning, she let out an eep as she felt Robin;s hands grab her legs and back and scoop her up. “Travis is taking care of that.” He told her. “I’m to take you back.” “Let go of me you big oaf!” she shouted in indignation, punching uselessly at his shoulder. He turned away from the scene and she slumped against his shoulder, basking in the warmth of his body as they left the cold, shadowy plane. “You did a wonderful job.” Travis told her, smiling. She had just returned from the plane with Robin, slipping out of his grip and going to meet Travis while the others cleaned up. She shifted uncomfortably in her messy panties, though she knew there was no trace of her accident visible. The energy around her kept the smell from escaping. She liked to keep her accidents secret, especially when they were intentional or prolonged. “You defended the squad in an exemplary manner, and still fought well yourself. You did, however, fail to keep Luna well-guarded. Dedicate someone to that next time, had I not interfered you would have lost her.” His voice was the same monotone no matter which part he was delivering, which was a bit creepy. “You did much better than Robin, at least. If not for his interference that would have gone off well. Congratulations, Red Knight. You have earned the right to lead your own squad.” Red beamed with pride. For once, she was flooded with happiness. This was her goal. She was affirmed as good enough, as strong enough, to be a commander in the Omega Watch. It was an exhilarating feeling. It was missing one thing, however. She wished he would reach over, grope her bottom through her skirt like he always did with Jill. Anything. But there was nothing but a sense of pride over her accomplishment, pride of her growth. Nothing more emotional than that. And while she was happy, excited, she was also forlorn. “Thank you, commander.” She managed, keeping her voice as formal as possible. Bowing her head in farewell, she left the room. Robin was waiting outside the door, joining her in her walk the instant she exited. “Jealous?” she asked. “Hardly.” Robin replied, rolling his eyes. “You were always better at leading. An exemplary performance indeed. Just one little flaw.” His hand reached under her skirt, groping her messy ass. “Pervert! Jerk!” she shouted, shoving him away and protectively covering her butt. He laughed once again, raising his hands defensively. “I was just pointing it out. None of your squad noticed.” Putting his arm around, her started leading her towards her quarters as she pouted. “I…think I understand how you feel. Sorry about that. Are you going to be alright?” She was silent for a moment. “I’ll have to be, won’t I?” Robin was aware of her longing, the only one here who was. He had comforted her when there was no one else, and while neither of them thought there was more than close friendship between them, she needed something to distract her. And often, he needed something to distract him. He had his own issues. “Just…maybe come with me, alright?” He nodded and pulled her close, petting her hair as the pair entered her quarters. He didn’t know if she meant as someone to cry on or for something more intimate, but he would support her regardless. Sometimes he wondered if his master knew, or cared. Of course he knew, and of course he cared. So what game was he playing? (If anyone is up for rping in this setting by the way I’d be up for it. PM, I have some ideas if you don’t. And of course, comments and criticism. My proofreading is lazy and my writing is shaky so I need all the help/support I can get. And I swear the other two parts of Kagero story are coming.)
  20. Version 0.7.0.3

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    Game source made available by HiraDontell (who is now participating in the project as well as one other) and an old version of the game was posted by nex. I'm always open for suggestions on how I can help to make this game better. Feel free to share your ideas, criticisms, comments and other input. And if I missed something, please feel free to mention it. In order to stop filling up the reviews with bugs and questions please feel free to use This Forum to post questions, bug reports, requests, ideas, etc. We have an updated control scheme for the car now, its a bit rough still but bear with us. There are five developers working on the project at this time and if you ask nicely, we might just let you join~!

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    Hi everyone, here's some things!
  22. 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.
  23. 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...
  24. 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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  25. 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