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  1. DsGSilver

    The World Has Turned and Left Us Here

    That's awesome to hear! I hope you keep writing, I'm looking forward to seeing more. Also, as for omo being shoehorned in, I wouldn't worry too much about it. The scenes in this made sense, and the only real omo component was that you took an extra second to describe them, which is only natural for an omo fic. But, if you are going for realism, AliasnameTO has some solid advice; keep it as off-handed comments until it would reasonable for a character to notice it. Like they said, the fight ends, and once things have calmed down, someone realizes they had wet/soiled themselves. I'd say try both and see which one you think matches your personal style more.
  2. DsGSilver

    The World Has Turned and Left Us Here

    I loved that whole story from start to finish, excellent work! There's been something of a drought of good messing/fear content, so this is a welcome sight. Also, I dig the SHODAN profile pic.
  3. DsGSilver

    Coyotesta's new art thread

    Oh that's really good.
  4. So this is just a short little one-off I've been thinking of for a long time, and finally decided to sit down and write. Since I have other stories like this one, I figured I'd lump them together in a big thread. Whenever I have some random one-off idea, odds are it'll go here. Hope you enjoy! With a stretch and a yawn, Lina Altor rose from bed. Her back cracked, she yawned again, and with all the enthusiasm of a snail in a race, set about doing her morning stretches. A big part of her morning routine was also to (begrudgingly) do a set of push-ups and sit-ups, but one look at the inn’s dirty, stained floors was all the persuasion she needed not to. She was certain she’d happened upon the most seedy, vile inn in town. Lina was also confident she was the only person to have spent the night there that didn’t take a companion into their bedroom, if the shouts, moans, and floors creaking was any indication. It was still pretty early, much earlier than she normally awoke; but she was determined to leave this place and find a more… moral place to stay while she took up contracts in the Longmarch. Since she wouldn’t be coming back, she went ahead and put on her armor, since it was difficult to carry otherwise. Dark brown trousers covered her white underwear, and a green tunic covered her chest and arms. Over this went a simple iron breastplate; some small iron shoulderpads; leather gloves with iron plating; and some iron vambraces. All of this covered her dark, tanned skin and lean muscle. Lina knew that many female adventurers and mercenaries were fond of wearing more revealing clothing, or at least shaping their armor to emphasize their more feminine traits, but Lina’s armor was as simple and practical as armor came. Stopping by the mirror briefly to ensure that her long, wavy hair was not a mess, and that she was otherwise presentable, Lina left disgusting inn, feeling like she was holier woman just for stepping away from it. She was eager to spend her time in the more reputable areas of the town. ---------- Nevermind, they’re all crooks, Lina fumed inside her head, Thirteen silvers for breakfast?! Dejectedly, Lina opened up her coin pouch, the somber jingle of the scant few coins inside more than enough indication that it was outside her price range. “Short on coin, lass?” the tavernkeep asked, having also heard the sounds of poverty coming from her coin pouch. “Afraid so… ” She pulled out whatever she had inside. “I don’t suppose you could take this and put the rest on my tab?” She held out her hand, in which she held nine silvers. An angry growling from her stomach betrayed her hunger, which normally would’ve been a little embarrassing, but she could see some sympathy wash over the old man’s face when he heard it. “No tab necessary, lass.” He took the coins from her hand began fixing her a plate of basic foodstuffs, “But take my advice, you might wanna just wanna skip on over to the next town. Reckon any contracts here’ll be taken care of soon enough.” Lina had almost stopped listening, since the plate of food had stolen her attention, “Why’s that?” “Some famous hero just rolled into town. Rumor is she’s one of the most talented sorceresses in Esora,” He explained, setting the breakfast down in front of her. “Half the mercs skipped town when she got here, and I hear the Sentinel’s Guild is reserving any well-paying contracts for her.” “Wonderful… ” Lina groaned, rubbing her eyes. Pushing it out of her mind, and deciding to be thankful for small miracles, she tore into her breakfast. ---------- Lina could hardly see the white stone buildings and cobblestone roads through the throngs of people out and about. It didn’t take long before she caught on to what they were all talking about. “I heard Gleaming Maya killed a wyvern with one arrow!” A young boy shouted to his friends, much to their amazement. “She’s so gorgeous, she can’t walk ten feet without someone proposing!” A girl said, eliciting giggles from her friends. “She knows more about magic than anyone! My uncle told me that every king in the land tries to hire her as their court mage, but she always turns them down!” Some guy said to a large group of travelers. He was talking about this hero like she was already the town’s biggest tourist attraction. I’ve never heard of “Gleaming Maya”, Lina thought, trying to recall any tales about about this legendary hero. After a few more minutes of walking, a brilliant explosion snapped the young knight out of her reverie. Like fireworks, little arrows flew into the air before exploding into magical, glittery dust. After a second, the sparks and colors began rearranging themselves, and resolved into a mosaic-like depiction of a woman with a bow standing before an orc army, ready to trample her. A large audience was gathered around the light show, oooing and awwing at the display, but they gasped and went quiet at the visage of the lone hero facing down certain death. “But, as you may have guessed, this would not be the end of Gleaming Maya!” A young woman called out, evidently the sorceress performing the light show. Lina had no romantic interest in women, but even she had to admit that this woman was beautiful. Her skin, pale and without a single blemish, was lovingly shown off by her rather revealing attire. Her chest was covered only by a tight, blue garment that was only a little more fabric than just a bra. Likewise, her enchanting thighs were bared by her “pants”, which looked to Lina like nothing more than blue panties. From both of these articles, numerous gold bangles hung down, hypnotically swinging and swaying as the mage moved her body in rhythmic motions to keep the magic going. Her hair was the most perfect shade of golden-blonde Lina had ever seen, and her strikingly green eyes were easily visible, even from such a distance. “Indeed,” She continued with her story, “This would only be the beginning of one of my finest adventures!” Ah, Lina realized, So that’s Gleaming Maya in the flesh, huh? The floating sparkles shifted once again, and turned into a scene of Gleaming Maya vanquishing the warlord leading the orc army with only a single, brilliant arrow. “Seeing their leader fall, the orcs were shaken, and I used this opportunity to perform my favorite spell!” She sent up another magical arrow, and in a flash the scene had changed to a vista of orcs running in terror as Maya’s arrows landed on the ground, exploding into gigantic, calamitous fireballs. “The orcs had been driven back, but not defeated. With the city safe, I returned to the king, and said ‘Your majesty! That is twice now I have saved your kingdom from certain destruction! You must listen to me now, and rally your armies, or the orcs will surely be the death of you!’” The crowd cheered. Nothing excited the common people more than a king getting called an idiot. “With an army of knights at my back, I-” She was cut off by the sound of a horrifyingly deep growl, and several people screaming. All eyes looked to the road leading towards a nearby forest, from which a colossal wolf monster had emerged, and was bounding towards the crowd. Lina quickly drew her longsword, and ran to meet the beast. It moved at blinding speeds, and Lina could tell it would be upon the crowd before she could stop it. Could she even stop it? The creature was easily twice her height, and had a jaw that could snap her in half. Lina’s heart pounded with fear. The crowd devolved into a chorus of screaming, fleeing people, each trying to push through the impenetrably thick to get to safety. It had been so densely packed that now, in the chaos, nobody could properly move. At the very least, most of the people who’d been on the outskirts of the audience had pushed in enough to get out of the wolf’s immediate path. All save for one young woman, who’d fallen her butt, paralyzed with terror. A puddle was very rapidly spreading underneath her, soaking the back of her cream colored skirt. It spread around her in unpredictable directions, curving around the cobblestones below her. Pushing herself as hard as she could, Lina managed to reach the girl first, and positioned herself between her and the charging monster. It drew closer and closer, and Lina levelled her sword, preparing to strike. When it saw that it now had a challenger, the wolf howled so loudly it hurt her ears. “Everyone! Shield your eyes!” The familiar voice of Gleaming Maya commanded. Sparing a second to turn and look at the sorceress, Lina saw her floating in the air as if it were the simplest, most natural thing in the world. She held out her hand, and, beckoned from who-knows-where, a spectacular bow materialized from a green light. She quickly but powerfully drew back the string, willing into existence a gleaming green arrow. Letting it loose, it soared through the air at incredible speed, leaving a trail as it flew. Before the wolf even knew what hit it, it was vaporized and reduced to so many glittering sparks in the air. Lina just stood there dumbfounded. If this Gleaming Maya could do that, it was no wonder she was so respected here. “Are you all right, miss?” she heard Maya ask behind her, reminding her that there was a woman she was trying to protect behind her. Turning around, she saw Maya helping the terrified woman to her feet. The poor thing’s face was a mess of tears, and burning bright red. No one could judge her for having lost control of her bladder at a time like that, but she was clearly still humiliated. As the adrenaline rush of being charged by a monster, and then watching that monster explode wore off, the young lady quickly became the center of attention. A number of people snickered, some looked on in sympathy, and many averted their eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” Maya said, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder, “This kinda thing happens, but I’ve got a fix,” She waved her hand for a second, and then snapped her fingers. With a flash of light, the girl’s skirt instantly dried, bearing no trace of the accident. Lina’s mind quickly wandered to many instances throughout her life where a “hide wetting” spell would’ve come in handy. The young woman moved her legs a little, clearly gauging to see if she was truly dry. The look of surprise and disgust on her face answered her question. Maya put her arm around the girl’s shoulder, and whispered conspiratorially, “I could only make it look dry, love. You’ll need to get changed before an hour’s up or it’ll wear off,” She nodded in reply, and with a little shove from Maya, sped off towards her home. And then she turned to Lina. “And now, everyone, let’s have a hand for our fearless friend here! If I hadn’t been here, I daresay you would’ve been in good hands!” The audience cheered and clapped appreciatively, even though Lina hadn’t actually done anything. Nonetheless, she smiled and waved at the crowd. She thought she should’ve said something, but Lina had never been good with crowds. Gleaming Maya resumed her performance, the crowd practically showering her with money, now. Lina turned to walk down the path into the forest. It may be dangerous, but she’d need food when she traveled to the next town, and she certainly wasn’t about to buy any here. An uncomfortable feeling graced her privates as she walked, and only then did she realize that Maya’s remark about her being fearless was pretty ironic. Lina hadn’t even noticed, but she’d leaked a good bit of urine into her panties during the whole ordeal. Groaning in annoyance as her day just got worse, she trudged on down the path. Curiously, she noted that the wolf monster had seemingly left no footprints. ---------- Maya was happy to see that her audience had more than doubled after the wolf attack. The entire street was flooded with people excitedly listening to her tales and watching her magical performance. But two whole had passed since the attack, and she was tired, her voice hoarse, her bladder and bowels full. It was time to wrap things up. “Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you dearly for you attention and your donations,” She happily regarded the pile of gold and silver coins littering the area near her stage, “But it’s time for me to get some rest. I’ll be here tomorro-” A terrifying howl cut her off. Her eyes went wide, and her heart nearly stopped. Everyone looked to see a hulking figure, far larger than the last, emerging from the forest. The audience was on edge, murmurs of panic surging through the mass of people. That is, until someone shouted “You’ve got this, Maya!” Just like that, the audience’s fear turned into joyous excitement. They were eager to watch her slay another problem. There was only one complication… This wolf was real. Nobody knew, but Maya was only an illusionist. She only conjured an illusory monster into existence so she could “vanquish” it, and become a hero to the people. Unlike her fake one, this one approached slowly, analyzing its prey. She stepped forward as the crowd took up a position safely behind her. Maya thought she might puke. It’s okay… I’ll think of something. Maybe if I just… Shoot it with a light arrow, it’ll get scared and run off! Suppressing her trembling, she held out her hand, and once more summoned her bow. Drawing back the string, and forming the magic arrow, she loosed it. The people cheered and screamed as the arrow flew, struck the wolf, and created a blinding explosion. The cheers abruptly ended, though, when the light faded and the wolf remained, dazed and angered, but very much unharmed. It resumed its slow trot, stepping closer and closer to Maya. “It’s a demon!” Someone shouted. Maya tried desperately to think of something to do- anything. Her mind was going blank, and her body wouldn’t move. There was a sound of splashing water, and Maya glanced downwards to see a strong stream of urine falling from her skimpy pants. The crotch bore a growing stain, and she was sure she felt it spreading around her butt, too. Some of the urine coursed down her thighs in streams, winding around her legs before running into her shoes. The puddle she was standing in expanded quickly. Her knees buckled inwards, pressing against one another. She bowed her legs slightly, and felt her bowels empty in terror. With a wet crackle, her shorts, which had previously contoured to her butt perfectly, bulged violently. Tinting slightly brown, the bulge grew and grew, until it looked as though she had an apple resting in her underpants. All of this, she was depressingly aware, occurred directly in front of a massive crowd. She could hear cries of shock and insults, but mostly the people seemed to realize that this thing was about to kill them all, and panic set in once more. I’m gonna die, Maya thought, feeling tears sting her cheeks, I messed myself in front of everyone and now I’m gonna die! Taken over by despair, she fell down on her rear, splashing in the cooling puddle of her own pee. Her mess squished under her, spreading across her butt. The colossal wolf monster drew in, baring its fangs, and preparing to go in for the kill. ---------- Lina had a feeling something was wrong. The howl of another monster only hastened her decision to return to town. Maya was clearly skilled at illusion magic, considering her impressive light shows and ability to hide the woman’s wetting. And the wolf had behaved quite strangely. She’d seemed nice enough, but Lina just knew something wasn’t right. Upon returning, and seeing Maya wet and soil herself, she knew she was right. Whether or not Maya had, indeed, just made an illusion of a wolf monster, its howl was real enough, and it attracted a much meaner one. But that was unimportant. Working as quickly as she could, Lina drew her hunting bow, prepared an arrow, and fired. It struck the wolf just below the eye, getting its attention pretty quickly. It turned to face her with blinding speed, and Lina dropped the next arrow she’d grabbed, and felt a jet of hot piss spill into her panties. After fumbling for a second more, she just threw the bow aside, and grabbed her longsword. Hardly an ideal weapon to fight a monster eight times your size, but she was hardly in a position to be picky. It charged her, and she prepared to slash and roll away. One it was close enough, she swung with all her might, and struck the beast on the jaw. It yelped in pain. She attempted to roll to get away, but was caught in the middle of the action by a paw the size of her entire body. It sent her tumbling through the dirt before she landed on her back, so dizzy she could hardly think. She attempted to stand up, but the wolf was upon her almost immediately, pinning her down with one massive paw placed over her chest. Were it not for her armor, it would’ve crushed her. The wolf loomed over hear, lowering its gargantuan maw down to take her head off in a single bite. She pushed, struggled, and tried to resist, but the thing was holding her down easily, not even fazed. Terrified out of her mind, Lina felt the all too familiar sensation of mess pressing against her. She’d started to soil herself, and hadn’t stopped. The seat of her pants bulged out lightly, but the tightness of the garment forced her mess to spread. Just as she was sure the life-ending bite was near, the wolf jumped back, and began growling. Taking the opportunity, Lina rose to her feet. Upon standing, the weight of her soiling dragged her pants down a little, but she ignored it. The wolf was lowering its head, and looked angry, but not at her. Confused, she turned around, only to be graced with the sight of an enormous bear approaching the wolf. She felt a little more mess come to rest in her pants before she spotted Maya, who was clearly performing an illusion spell, judging by her rhythmic movements. She’s giving me a chance to kill it! The wolf and bear circled each other for a moment, meanwhile Lina quickly and quietly approached the beast that was actually real. With a frightening surge of movement, the wolf leapt upon the bear, only for it to explode in a dazzling burst. Shutting its eyes against the bright light and stumbling backwards in shock, Lina took her chance to strike. Sprinting just below its neck, she slashed her sword, slicing open the beast’s throat. With a gurgling roar, it thrashed around, spewing blood every which way, before finally collapsing. She knelt down, panting hard to catch her breath. After a moment, raucous cheers sounded from behind her, and the crowd that had once been adoring Maya was now surrounding her. Lina took a little comfort in seeing just how many skirts and pairs of pants were soaked or soiled. Through a break in the crown, Lina saw Maya hurrying down a small alleyway between buildings. “Sorry, let me through,” She said as she forced the people apart so she could pass. She wanted to speak with Maya, but she also wanted to distance herself from the crowd before anyone noticed the massive load in her pants. Following down the same path the illusionist had taken, she found her sitting in a secluded little nook, crying. Lina opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words right away. Maya looked up at her for a second, before quickly veering away, “I know, I’m a liar and a coward. I’ll leave town now.” “I take it you’ve never fought real monsters before.” “No, all my stories are just stories. I’m just a pants-wetting coward.” “... So was I.” Lina blushed as she said. “Huh?” “I used to wet myself all the time when I was new to this. Half the time, I didn’t even last to the fight- just seeing a monster was all it took. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve crapped my pants, either.” Maya considered this for a second, before shaking her head, “You’re still not a liar.” “No, I guess I’m not. But do you know what I am?” “What’s that?” “Alive,” She crouched down, ignoring the squish of her mess, and looked Maya in the eyes, “I’m alive, because you were brave when you needed to be. If you were really some coward and a sham, you would’ve run and left me, but you didn’t. You stayed, and helped me. Because of that, I’m alive.” The faintest glimmer of hope returned to the young mage’s face, “I… I guess so. But… How am I gonna live this down? People almost got hurt, I- I… messed, in front of everyone… ” “Do you think I haven’t? I’ve soiled myself in front of a bunch of people, too. Had to kill a monster for them, and I wound wishing it had killed me instead when I turned around, and everyone could see stains on my legs.” Even through her tears, Maya chuckled lightly. “Listen, I’m heading to the next town in the Longmarch, looking for some mercenary work. Would you like to come with me, at least just till we reach the place?” “I… I think I’d like that, thank you… But first, we should probably-” The barking of a dog startled both of them, and after the ordeal they’d just been through, it sounded much too similar to a wolf for either of their likings. For Lina, the strength with which she’d been holding her bladder finally failed, and her brown trousers darkened between her thighs. The stain grew and the pee flowed down her legs, mostly down her left, where it went all the way down and spilled out into a puddle around her boot. The stain on her right leg reach down to her knee. Having already soiled herself, Lina made no attempt to hold it. “... Probably get changed, I was saying.” Maya was smiling at the absurdity of what just happened. Lina knew from experience that humiliation like this took a long time to get over, but she was happy to help… even if it meant pissing herself. “Before we go… Can you still do that spell to make us look dry?”
  5. DsGSilver

    March of the Valkyries

    That was remarkably good. Happy to see you're still writing things!
  6. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

    Lol, in the time it's taken me to write the next chapter, the vote was won, then tied, then won, then tied again. I'll do a compromise option, but somewhat favor option A, since it was the one that kept pulling ahead. Working on the next chapter now; thanks everyone, for your patience!
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    Wetting/Messing Scenes in Games

    Found a messing from Corpse Party. At least, an implied one. After being possessed by a ghost, Ayumi apparently soils herself. We don't see anything of it, and it isn't really brought up aside from her stating she did it. As much as I know about Corpse Party, that's actually a little unusual. I think the desperation/accidents normally have more focus on them. In fact, unless I missed something in the video I found this in (which I might have), there isn't even any mention of her changing or cleaning. They just move on while she (presumably) still has a load in her underwear.
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    The Contagion

    This chapter is relatively short, but I just wanted to keep this story from going any longer without an update. More substantial chapters to come. Also, a potentially fun choice at the end of this one. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. The sounds of distant bombings reverberate through the walls, carrying little shocks and shakes through the earth. You don’t know how much sleep you actually got, and it wasn’t particularly restful. Your brain couldn’t decide which of the horrible things you endured to give you nightmares over, and opted to present you with a slideshow of your various near-death experiences. The dreams, combined with the constant sounds of explosions and fires outside, and the fear that one of those bombs just might hit your temporary shelter kept you on edge. It’s nothing short of astounding you didn’t wake up to find yourself lying in a puddle. Given the beatings Grace and Leo received yesterday, and the resultant wolfing down of medicine, it’s unsurprising that they’re having little trouble staying asleep. Grace doesn’t seem to have moved an inch from the spot you left her on the bed. You and Leo had found some extra blankets and made yourselves some makeshift bedding on the carpet next to the bed. When the two of you lied down to go to sleep, Leo had tried to give you some room, and had slept facing away from you. Now, though, he is asleep facing towards you, with his arms wrapped around your right arm. You’re sure he’d be embarrassed about it, but you really don’t mind. You shift a bit, and inch closer to him. Despite a few cuts and bruises adorning his face, he looks surprisingly peaceful; like he hadn’t been enduring an apocalypse. You stretch a bit and shift your legs to a more comfortable position, but you feel something in your abdomen shift with them. You may not have woken up to a puddle, but you were pretty close, judging by the fullness of your bladder. You press your legs together, not wanting to move too much and wake up Leo. True to the nickname you and Grace had given him, he was, indeed, like a cat: if he fell asleep next to you, you just had to wait for him to wake up on his own. Besides, given the dust and ash that had blown in under the door, it seems likely that at least some of the rest of the house has been damaged, and it’s unsafe to leave this room. You aren’t exactly keen on peeing in the corner while your friends are only a couple feet away. Then again, you really aren’t that safe in the room, either. It’s not like the paint and drywall are going to stop a firebomb. You shake your head lightly, hoping that thoughts like that find their way out and don’t bother you. Still, you hope the others get up soon so you can get back to the safety of the shelter. It seems crazy now that you ever wanted to leave. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. The bombardment continues, venturing uncomfortably close to your hiding place. You press your thighs together to keep from wetting yourself. You inch a bit closer to Leo. You look up at the ceiling, and try to find some sort of happy place. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You come to sometime later, with no idea how you managed to actually get some more sleep. The acrid smell of fresh pee greets you, and you recall the intense need to relieve yourself that had plagued you earlier. Panicking, you reach down and feel your crotch.. You’re still dry, somehow. So why do you smell urine so strongly? It dawns on you that the warmth that had previously been clinging onto your arm was now absent. You sit up, and find an empty space to your right, where Leo had been asleep. A damp, yellow circle stains the bedding he had occupied. Oh dear, You think, If I’m having nightmares, of course he is, too… Leo had never been much of a bedwetter, even as a young child, but this just made such incidents all the more embarrassing for him. You stand, and look around the room. Grace is still passed out, though appears to have at least moved a little. Leo was nowhere to be seen, but the door is slightly ajar. Quietly pulling it open, you step outside the room. It is nighttime. You know this because of the enormous, gaping hole in the roof and wall, providing you a clear view of the night sky, and the utterly devastated cityscape around you. Leo stands near the hole in the wall, staring out into the ruins. His jeans are, as expected soaked with his pee. Given that he slept on his side, the wetness seems to have saturated his left leg down to his knee. The darkened patch covers much of his butt, and his inner right thigh. He hasn’t noticed you, yet, so you call out to him, “Leo? Are you all right?” He gasps sharply and whirls around, eyes wide. The front of his pants are stained quite similarly to the back, with his left leg being drenched. For a second, his hands rocket down and try, in vain, to cover up the urine stains. “Ahh, I’m sorry, I… kinda… y’know,” his face is turning beet red. “Don’t sweat it, I almost did, too.” He seems slightly comforted by your words. “I just… I had this nightmare about… ” He trails off, and diverts his gaze. The contents of his dream must have really been troubling. “It doesn’t matter,” He says in a rush. “Anyway, I came out here a minute ago to try and change but… ” He turns back around to face the vista the two of you had into the apocalyptic ruin around you, “I just stopped to look for a second.” For a second, you try to formulate a reply, but your words fail you as you look out into the virtual wasteland around your shelter. Smoldering, ashy piles of brick and wood litter the area. What was once a home a short way down the road is now an enormous bonfire. The walls of the house just next door have caved in, causing the ceiling to fall in. Had you sought shelter in there, you all would have been crushed. Judging from the scorched craters dotting the area, had practically any one of them been even a foot or two closer, all three of you would have been killed. Like Leo, all you could do was observe with morbid fascination how lucky you were; just marveling at how much you shouldn’t be alive. With such a thought chilling your bones, your overfull bladder spasms, and warms your panties with urine. Before you can clench yourself, it spasms twice more, sending a small rivulet of wetness down your left thigh. In the dark, it wouldn’t be visible, and you refrain from making any sudden moves that would tip Leo off that you were about to piss your pants like he did. A faint light begins to crest on the horizon as the sun rises. This seems to pull Leo’s attention away from the warzone around you. “I’m uh, gonna go clean up, then check on Grace,” He quietly mutters, then stumbles past you. You’re sure he could use somebody to talk to right about now, but it could wait two minutes while you find someplace to relieve yourself. “I’ll be in momentarily,” You call after him, but he doesn’t reply. With nobody to see you, you promptly press your thighs together as tightly as they will go, and then try to walk without separating them. You open a door that leads into a semi-immolated backyard, and hug the wall, hoping neither Leo nor Grace follow after you. With shaking hands, you fiddle with the button and zipper of your jeans, all the while feeling a steadily growing stream of urine flowing into them. With all your might, you pull your pants down, and just in time. A torrent of piss gushes out of you, loudly splashing to the ground below. You sigh in blissful relief. Relief soon turns to shame, however, when you inspect your underwear, and find your panties totally saturated. The crotch of your jeans aren’t too badly damaged, but your panties are pretty much drenched. You groan in a mixture of disappointment, shame, and resignation. Standing up from the impressively-sized puddle you made, you hesitantly pull your pants back up, wincing as the now cold and wet panties make contact with your privates. You’re about to go back inside when an odd bit of color catches your eye. Through a hole in the wall leading into what looks like a laundry room, a bright pink box seems to have fallen to the floor, but remains largely undamaged. You really feel like the universe is either mocking you or sending you signals, as you read the text “Adult Diapers,” on the side of the box. You mentally turn your nose up at such an offer, and spin around to go back inside. You stop, though, and consider the potential benefits. You feel ridiculous even considering it, but it would certainly save you a lot of time washing clothes, or scavenging for new ones. But what would Grace and Leo think? Looking back at the colorful box, you decide: A). No. I’m not a child. It’s been rough, but I can manage just fine without them (Future accidents for Angela will be in pants/underwear. Not permanent, can change later.). B). As much as I and everyone else have been soiling ourselves, they honestly can’t hurt. Not like anyone can judge me, they need them, too (Future accidents for Angela will be diaper based. Not permanent, can change later.).
  9. DsGSilver

    Desperate Gasp Comission Thread

    Overwatch, Rwby, and Persona 5 omo? How did I not find this page sooner? Very nice work.
  10. DsGSilver

    A Rogue's Demise

    Outstanding work! I certainly hope you do a part two.
  11. Very nice. Priestess is a gift to the omo community.
  12. DsGSilver

    Leaky's Art/Request Thread

    Oooooooh, that Pharah picture is nice. Think you could do a similar X-ray pic of Samus wetting inside of her armor?
  13. DsGSilver

    Game of Thrones: The Hero of Winterfell

    I spent that whole episode convinced that there was no way Sansa, Arya, and Brienne didn't soil themselves. Really happy to see some fiction of it, well done!
  14. DsGSilver

    Wetting/Messing Scenes in Games

    If I'm not mistaken, desperation and wetting, fear wetting in particular, are practically staples of the Corpse Party series.
  15. DsGSilver

    Virek's Servitude

    I vote regular messing first.