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DsGSilver

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DsGSilver last won the day on April 8 2017

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    Bedwetting
    Bondage
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    Gender bender
    Hypnosis
    Messing
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  1. You may already know about it, but Francine did actually have a wetting accident in the Halloween haunted house episode. You don't actually see anything, but she describes what happened. They also note earlier on in the episode that every year on Halloween, Stan scares her so badly she wets herself, and it's become a tradition.
  2. If you're sure you don't mind drawing messing, then how would you feel about drawing a wetting/messing piece of Ramlethal from Guilty Gear Strive? Specifically her Strive design, since it's better than her previous looks in my opinion. I'm not too picky about the circumstances of the accident, so you can just draw her casually going in her pants or losing it out of desperation, etc. whatever would be easiest on you.
  3. What are your rules for the requests? Things like what sex/gender you're willing to draw, whether you'll draw things like diapers or messing.
  4. So I meant to have a surprise ready by Halloween, but it wound up being a lot bigger than I was planning, and I didn't have the time to get it done by Halloween. I don't know when exactly it'll be done, but there will be a spooky story featuring male and female accidents in the nearish future.

  5. Oh, it's very good to see you back. I loved your fear response story to pieces.
  6. Thank you so much! That really does mean a lot. I do intend to complete this story, since it's probably my favorite lewd story that I've written. I just haven't had too many opportunities to write for a little while. But I promise that this story will be finished, and there's a lot more to go. I do have some of the next chapter already written, so I'll try and get it finished ASAP.
  7. That was a fun read; back-to-back accidents ending with a group accident out of fear, and even a messing. Very nice.
  8. This was really good! You even managed to capture the tone of the text in the game. Absolutely looking forward to more.
  9. Oh that's really good. The detail on the wetness is really nice.
  10. I'm very happy to see you posting again, I loved your fist story. This story was also really good, especially since quality male omo fiction can be damn hard to find.
  11. As someone who very, very recently learned that they're probably non-binary, this story popped up at a weirdly perfect time. I like the idea of it, I'm excited to see more.
  12. That's exceptional. A female knight having an accident out of fear is as good as it gets. The messing variant is also very good.
  13. Chapter 6: Consequence It took an unreasonable amount of time, but here's the next chapter! Featuring some prominent accidents from the resident redhead, Katie, here's chapter 6! Sorry for the wait, but I hope everyone enjoys it! It's a bit short, but I didn't want to delay it any longer. Chelle and Leslie walked through town together, occasionally venturing into the various stores and attractions. Despite her wet pants, and Leslie's wet and full panties, she still truly enjoyed the time she got to spend with her old friend. Soon enough, she’d be called back to business, so she wanted to really relish the simple pleasures while she could. She tried to also do her job and observe the town around her, but she wasn’t able to extrapolate much information other than the fact that everyone was happily wetting and crapping their pants like it was going out of style. She disliked that this included herself. The two chatted and laughed together, turning a corner onto a familiar street. One that suddenly gave Chelle a spike of anxiety. She wasn’t certain what was wrong, until she looked up, and spotted the sign for Bray’s just a little ways down. Shit!! We gotta go a different direction, Her heart nearly stopped, What if he recognizes me?! He might realize that we stole his package! She opened her mouth to insist they go somewhere else, but Leslie spoke first, “Oh, right, Bray’s. Sad, what happened.” “Huh?” Chelle looked at her friend, “What do you… What happened at Bray’s?” She was very slow and careful with her question. “The owner disappeared into thin air. Cops said it looked like some people got him from his bed in the middle of the night.” As they passed the store, the darkened interior and “Closed” signs on the door gave all the evidence she needed. Chelle stopped and stared into the dark and empty building, her frightened reflection peering back at her. They disappeared him because of us, She realized, with horror. Adding to her mounting panic was the knowledge of just how quickly and quietly they got rid of him. Chelle knew they were going up against someone powerful, but seeing it in action was truly unsettling. She felt the crotch of her cold, clammy pants turn warm once again as her bladder emptied. She slowly looked down, watching as she re-wet her already soaked pants in fear. Her bladder was still mostly empty, so this wetting only reached midway down her thighs. “Uh, are you all right, Michelle?” Leslie had noticed her sudden alarm. “Yeah, yeah, fine,” If there was one upside to Ravenwood, pissing yourself didn’t give away how not fine you were, “Just remembered, I promised to help my mom with something today.” “Aw, really?” “Yeah, sorry,” She was regaining her composure, and smiled even as the last few droplets of pee ran down her leg. “Well, promise me that-” “I’m not gonna disappear again, I promise!” She interrupted. “That’s all I ask. Tell your mom I said hi!” They waved goodbye, and Chelle pulled out her phone. Today hadn’t been a waste of time for her after all. ----- Miles, cleaned off and inspected for any immediate damage, had exhaustedly passed out in Katie’s bed in the shelter. Seeing her crush delirious and afraid broke her heart, and she was also not fond of seeing him in soiled pants (though she supposed it did make them even). No sooner had Jenny started to explain the day’s findings and what happened to Miles when Chelle called her, and broke the frightening news. Now the three of them sat together in the shelter. Under less stressful conditions, they would have teased Chelle over her pants situation, but today they were quiet. “So,” Jenny broke the silence, “Whatever’s in the box is pretty important, huh?” “Seems that way,” Katie replied, in a small voice “Which is a damn shame, since I cannot get the thing to open for the life of me.” Chelle spoke up, “Important enough to vanish somebody… Jenny, they did that to him because of us-” “They did that to him because they’re bad guys, Chelle. He was working for them, and he screwed up, and that’s what happens when you work for bad guys. You get got. We had nothing to do with it.” Chelle seemed to ease up a little with the reassurance, but Katie gave the criminal a sideways look, “Something tells me you have some experience when it comes to people vanishing,” She was finding Jenny’s apathetic attitude distasteful. “Look, don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” Jenny answered, unexpectedly without sass, it was a genuine warning, “Let’s just say that I have a skillset I was hoping I wouldn’t have to use here.” “Jenny, no!” Chelle piped up, “We already got someone… No more!” There were tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “Dude, if they find out what we’re doing, it’s gonna be the axe for all of us. If it’s them or us, I know my choice.” “These people are being controlled and manipulated! We can’t just get them killed! Katie, help me out here!” Both women looked at Katie, making her shrink back. She really didn’t know who to side with. Practically speaking, Jenny was completely correct, and self-defence was a necessary tool. Morally, Katie wasn’t sure how she was going to sleep tonight knowing that the operation she planned had likely earned a brainwashed man a one-way trip to the bottom of the bay. And now they’d rescued Miles, and who knows who might’ve been punished for that. Ultimately all she could do was look between both of them and shrug. They groaned in frustration at the deadlock that created. “Look, just, everyone go home,” Katie finally said, “Tomorrow, we’ll look into Monarch, and tonight I’m gonna take another crack at the box.” That seemed to be the best resolution they’d come to that night, and the other women went home. Katie spun in her chair, seeing Miles sprawled out on her bed. He looked like he was in pain. She hated to see it. She wanted to help him so badly. She swore that she’d open the box that night, and use whatever was inside to help him. ----- Hours had passed. Katie didn’t dare to glance at a clock, choosing to believe that time wouldn’t catch up to her if she didn’t look at it. She’d found lockpicking tutorials online, cobbled together some tools, and worked her fury upon the box with single minded determination, and had nothing to show for it. She wanted Miles to get better and wake up, but she really hoped it didn’t happen at that moment, as he’d be treated to a view of Katie looking crazed and frazzled and sitting in just a T-shirt and her underpants. “Mm… ” She heard a sudden groan behind her, causing her to jump. Miles stirred slightly, looking all the more pained for it. He wasn’t awake, just shifting in his sleep. But seeing him again calmed her down, helped her to remember that she needed to do this for his sake. She pulled up the videos on lockpicking once again, and continued her work. She tried to mimic what she saw as perfectly as possible. The alternative was just to shoot or blow up the box, which could destroy what was inside, so she had to get it right. Whatever it was was clearly crucial enough for all the secrecy and security, and even got somebody vanished for losing it. It had to be worth all the trouble. Mostly because… I dunno what we’re gonna do if this turns out to be nothing. We’re really betting a lot on this thing being worthwhile. She gasped when she heard a subtle click from the box. It wasn’t unlocked, but her pick had landed on something it was supposed to. She turned her attention to the videos once again, to see where to proceed. Following their example, she twisted and turned and forced her picks, hearing more rattling and clicking. At long last, she was treated to a loud ker-shunk! From the box. Her heart raced, and she tentatively pushed the lid up with one finger. She almost squealed when the lid actually began to rise. She had done it. The box was open. Her whole body was shaking. Steeling herself for whatever was inside, she quit hesitating and lifted the lid open. Inside was a large, gaudy necklace. An amulet, more like. In a big, gold medallion on the chain was a gem, far larger than the others she’d seen. But, unlike the rest of the cursed jewelry, this gem was a bright, gleaming red. The others had all been blueish-green. This one was special. Katie knew it had to be. And after all of her hard work, who better to give it a test run? … Tomorrow. No way was she going to actually put the thing on without people there to restrain her in case she tried to do something crazy. It could be a super mind-control device for all she knew. ---------- “What… is it?” Chelle asked, staring as Katie proudly dangled the necklace from a gloved hand, careful not to actually touch it. “Dunno,” She shrugged, “I mean, I have a theory, but it’s not concrete.” “Tell us anyway,” Jenny said. “Well, I’m sure you both are thinking what I’m thinking. All the security around this, the secrecy, and it looking like an extra crazy version of the bad jewelry… I think this thing lets someone control people.” The two of them stiffened, their eyes fixed on the extravagant neckwear. “Have you tested it at all, yet?” Jenny asked. “What, are you kidding? Fuck no, I’m not touching this thing alone!” “Well, now you’re not alone, time to touch it.” “But it won’t work without the base jewels,” Chelle interjected, “Katie, you still got those?” “Inside the box that’s inside the box in the corner,” She replied, as Jenny watched in frustration. “You kept those things so close by?” “I tried to study them, but came up empty,” She defended. Chelle returned with a small ring, with the blue-green gem. She hadn’t put it on yet. “We’re uh… sure about this? Jenny, you ready to stop us if anything goes wrong?” “You bet.” “Okay then,” She took a deep breath, and slowly slid the ring onto her finger. She went a little rigid, and stood ready for a command. Even more trepidatiously, Katie put the amulet around her neck, shuddering intensely as an icy sensation washed over her whole body. “Fuuuuck… ” She breathed, suddenly dizzy, and wobbling in her chair. She shook her head, and made eye contact with Chelle, who stood practically at attention. “Okay, uh, Chelle, uh… ” “‘Be a dear’,” Jenny supplied. “Right! Chelle, be a dear, and uh, jump!” Obediently, Chelle jumped. But that was only part of the experiment. Both other women stared at Chelle’s pants, expecting to see a stain, or suddenly detect an unpleasant smell. Nothing happened. “Huh. Umm, Chelle, be a dear and take off your shoes?” Once again, she did as she was told, sliding off her shoes and exposing her socks. Once again, Katie and Jenny leaned forward to search for any sign of an accident. Dry and not messy. Jenny sighed, “Chelle’s not gonna object to you asking her to jump, you know. She’ll do anything if you ask her nicely enough. Monarch is making people piss themselves by demanding they give them all their money.” “Oh, that’s right! Good point! Chelle, be a dear and gimme your wallet!” Chelle reached into her pocket and produced her wallet, dutifully handing it to the redheaded woman. No wetting, no soiling. “Huh. Not working. Also, it just dawned on me how weird it is that we’re staring at our friend’s crotch to see if we can make her pee her pants.” “For the love of… She knows you're just gonna give it back! You gotta make her do something she’d never do otherwise!” Jenny walked forward and snatched the necklace from Katie, and fastened it around her own neck, shivering as the unnatural cold washed over her. “Chelle, be a dear and give your ring to Katie,” She commanded. The woman did as instructed, but naturally the effect of the command ended once Chelle had taken off the ring. “Whoa, wha-” She began, then her eyes shot downwards. She began patting down her inner thighs, then her butt. “Hey, I’m clean!” Chelle declared. “Yup. Time for plan B. Put this on,” Jenny took the ring, and tossed it to Katie. “Wha- what are you gonna make me do that I would never do otherwise?” The smaller woman asked, somewhat fearful. “It’s a surprise,” The older woman smiled. Katie worriedly put on the ring, and went slightly rigid, just like Chelle. “Check this out,” Jenny said to Chelle, “Hey Katie, be a dear and show us your internet history!” Immediately, the room was filled with a loud hissing, as the crotch of Katie’s black shorts glistened with wetness. Her piss spread across her butt as she sat, and puddled around her, soaking the backside of her pants completely. The pool began to spill over the side of her chair, which she spun towards her computer to follow the order she was given. She left quite a mess as the urine was sloshed from the chair onto the floor below her. Jenny laughed, and Chelle chuckled lightly at the display. “I guess it works,” Chelle said. “Well, we don’t know that!” Jenny said, still giggling, “Be a dear and stand up.” Katie stood, apparently still peeing, as twin streams visibly ran down both of her legs. “Be a dear and shit your pants.” Katie hunched forward a little bit, straining. After a second, there was a wet squelch, and Jenny could see a smooth, round bulge forming on Katie’s backside. The waistband of her shorts slid down an inch as her panties were loaded up. She strained once more, and her mess grew by a third. “All done,” The redhead announced. Jenny sneered, while Chelle looked on in concern, asking “Was that really necessary?” “Katie, be a dear and sit back down in your piss chair.” The hacker complied, nonchalantly setting herself down in her gaming chair with a splash and a squish that made both of the other women cringe. Her mess had surely spread all across her butt. Jenny beamed with satisfaction. “All right, be a dear and take off the ring.” Almost as soon as she slid the ring from her finger, Katie yelped in shock, dropping it to the floor. Her hands shot to her groin, attempting to grab herself, or cover her pee-soaked pants. “Aaah, I peed my-” She stopped mid-sentence, face going pale, and wiggled her legs. Once she felt the state of the load in her panties, she gagged. “W-what did you do?! Why did you make me poop myself and- and then sit in it?!” “Revenge,” Jenny said simply, “Now we’re even for the other day.” “Y-yeah, okay… I guess I… had this coming.” “Oh my… ” Chelle breathed. The others looked at her, but she was focused on Katie’s computer monitor, which still had her history pulled up on it. Fast as lightning, Katie grabbed the mouse and closed out of it, but the damage was done. “Shut up!” She shouted. Grabbing her shorts by the waistband to hold them up, she ran for the bathroom, sprinkling a few droplets of pee as she ran. She slammed the door and turned the lock, and the sounds of the shower running could be heard. “Proud of yourself?” Chelle asked, disappointed. “Oooh yeah.”
  14. Really good story! Fear wetting feels like it's getting rarer every day, so this was very welcome.
  15. Thank you! And don't worry, this story will definitely be finished. Can't say when the next chapter will be ready, but it's coming.
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