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  1. By popular demand, a sequel to my first story about Shelly McGill, Getting Her Feet Wet. I'm really excited about this one. At the time of posting, it's not complete, but even in its unfinished state it's a lot to chew on. Enjoy The Sleepover at Swiftbrooke. 1: The Others 2: The House on Haunted Hill 3: Truth or Scare 4: The Descent 5: A Bump in the Night 6: Open Water ...Work continues! Check here for updates in the near future.
  2. Version 1.0.0

    1,188 downloads

    This is a staged upskirt/panty fear wetting JAV. Girls go through a haunted house (viewed through a night-vision filter) and are frightened into wetting their panties. Enjoy, Rach
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  3. View File JAV Fear Wetting This is a staged upskirt/panty fear wetting JAV. Girls go through a haunted house (viewed through a night-vision filter) and are frightened into wetting their panties. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/09/2017 Category Panty Wetting
  4. Version 1.0.0

    3,288 downloads

    Available for purchase: http://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ183582.html There are, from what I can tell, 6 or more of these games. I don't know where in the series this release came. You can find 1, 2, 4 and "The Other School Inspection" here: 3 has not yet been uploaded. My Japanese isn't good enough to tell exactly what's going on in this game, but here's what it seems like: A janitor from a girl's academy has convinced a number of recent graduates to gather and test their courage in a spooky-looking old building. The game has a focus both on making the girls wet themselves by scaring them through a choice of rooms and items, or even making them faint and assaulting them while unconscious. Rape is sometimes unskippable. I wouldn't know how to translate the game itself but we can probably figure how to play it properly! Some screenshots with translations are attached. Message me if there's some more UI text you want me to attempt to translate. Keep in mind that there are 2 more women (older women) to unlock, unpictured below, by making enough girls faint at least once.
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  5. This is too good not to share. This Japanese website has a very thorough list of fear wettings in Japanese eroge, manga, anime, porn, movies and TV. A lot of these I've never seen on English language sites. http://fearwetting.info/wordpress/ Finding this is somewhat bittersweet, because so many of these scenes look amazing, but their source material is often not available in English.
  6. LISA: THE TRUTH IS DOWN THERE! By Watcher When I was a Research fellow, I used to earn some extra income by supervising undergraduate examinations. . I was supervising a final exam for some Biology students. One of the class members was Lisa, about 22 years old. She was slim, dark haired, and really had long sexy legs to die for! I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her, especially since she was wearing a fairly tight dark blue dress which, I had noticed as she walked in to her desk, came down to about three inches above her knees, so I had a glimpse of tantalizing slender thighs as she sat down. As I said, I had a real problem keeping my eyes off her. I was walking up the aisle from behind when I saw her quickly snatch something – looked like a little notebook – of the desk and quickly put it into her backpack which was hanging from the back of her chair. As I passed she bent her head down and seemed to be engrossed in her work. When I was collecting their exam papers I asked her to come up to the front desk. I leant back against the table and told her what I had seen her do. I asked her to show me the contents of her bag. She placed them on the table – the ususal, change purse, lipstick etc. And a small blue notebook. “Is this the notebook I saw you take off the desk and place it in your bag as I passed you during the exam? I asked firmly. Lisa got really flustered – “I had been reading it before the test papers were given out, and forgot to put it away when the exam started. I hadn’t looked at it during the exam!” she started to stammer, really scared now. I looked at the notebook, it was indeed a very well organized collection of study notes for the course she was being examined on. “You know that if this is reported, you could be expelled from the College, and won’t get your degree! The regulations strictly forbid bringing any material like this into the examination” Now while this was true, we never subjected students to a search as they entered the exam. As soon as I said that, Lisa just stared at me, her lovely large eyes were wide with anxiety. Her mouth was open slightly as if to say something. Her face flushed, then she turned very pale. She leant over on the table and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. She began to tremble slightly, and I could see she was physically going into a state of shock as she realised the impact of what I had said. Lisa, her eyes still closed, moved her other hand and placed it low over her tummy. She bent her knees slightly, and squeezed her legs together. I heard a faint hissing sound, and as I looked at her legs, saw a little trickle run down between her thighs, then splash around behind her knees and curving round her calves and splashing over her ankles onto the floor. Lisa was wetting her panties! I had often fantasied seeing a pretty girl like Lisa doing just this, and I was fascinated, watching the streams splash down her legs. I imagined her soaked panties, warm and wet, and the sensation of those trickles running down her sensitive thighs. The exam had lasted over three hours, so I wasn’t surprised she had to go quite badly. But this !! Well, this was fantastic !! She turned sideways to hide her face, then turned away from me, so I could see the streams course down the backs of her legs behind her knees. After about 10 seconds or so she stopped wetting her panties, and the streams slowed to just a few drips which still ran down her legs, drop by drop. She started to sob, her face now blushing deeply. I walked over and gently placed my hand on her arm. She turned towards me, her face bent down as she looked at the floor “Lisa.” I said quietly, “I believe you. I won’t report you, of course you can go now.” She briefly glanced up at me, her face was wet with tears, and her lips were trembling as she muttered “thanks” and ran down the hallway to the exit. ====== Several months later I was at a college reception/dance at the opening of a new arts building. I saw Lisa across the room. She had graduated, and was now working as a research associate in the biochemistry department. She was completely out of my jurisdiction now, so I went over to her, and after introducing myself, she indicated she remembered me, asked her to dance. She quickly agreed, and soon we were on the dance floor. It was an old fashioned party, with some of the quieter hits from the 70s playing, so the dancing was slow. After a few moments we were dancing closely, and when the music stopped playing just stood there together, my right arm around her waist, my left hand clasped over hers which she was resting on my shoulder,. Neither of us made any indication of moving apart, so I drew her slightly towards me, and she did not resist. I suggested we go out on the balcony for a drink, and she agreed, so we walked out handin- hand. We stood together, looking over the city lights laid out beneath us like a view from a plane. “Dr. . . . . she began. “Jeff ! . . . . .” I emphasized. “Jeff” she said, holding her glass with both hands and turning to face me. “I never thanked you for believing me at the exam last June.” She looked up at me. “Thanks for giving me a chance!” Then she raised her face and kissed me on the cheek. I gently took the glass from her hands and set it on the table beside us, I took both her hands in mine and she moved close, turning her face to one side she rested her cheek on my shoulder I moved my mouth closer to her ear and said quietly: “I knew you were telling the truth when I saw you wetting your panties!” “Oh God!” she moaned “That was the worst moment of my life – I really mean it. I don’t know what you must have thought of me wetting my panties in front of you!” “Well” I said, as I held her just a little bit more tightly, “If you had really been cheating you would have been prepared for what I said to you.” “Yes” she said – “I would have been on the defensive with my excuses. But your accusation literally took my breath away – I was in shock, I could feel my legs give way, and if I hadn’t had the table to lean on I am sure I would have collapsed onto the floor. Instead, I just hung on to the table. I could feel myself starting to wet my pants, but was paralysed – couldn’t move or stop it from happening. I was so embarrassed afterwards” she went on, with a hint of a laugh in her voice. “You seemed like a really neat guy, and I was so humiliated by my accident I didn’t sleep at all that night for thinking about it!” “I have thought about you a lot ever since then,” I said after a few moments quietness. “I really liked you right from the start, I found you incredibly attractive, and I am so happy I have met you again like this!” “I am so happy too.” Lisa whispered, pulling my head down towards her face. “I was so sure you would have been completely turned off and disgusted with what happened ?” “Oh no!” I whispered back – “Actually” and I hesitated – this could make or break the relationship – “Actually I know this may sound kinda kinky, but seeing you wet your pants was , well, was very, eh, . . .” “Interesting ?” Lisa finished for me, then giggled as we began to kiss, mouth to mouth. “Yes, very, eh interesting, and exciting!” And that was the start of a memorable relationship. Lisa never really got into wetting her panties on a regular basis. But once in a while, when she was feeling particularly sexy, or naughty, she would dress up in that blue dress. I knew what was going to happen, and I was never disappointed.
  7. Saw there was some new Queensblade on Kissanime. Don't really watch it, but i know it has alot of good wetting. And sure enough. Scene starts at ~20 min http://kissanime.to/Anime/Queen-s-Blade-Grimoire/Episode-001?id=123741 OBS. the site has annoying pop-ups, so if you know a another place to watch it it might be better. Nothing malicious as of yet, but can't be too safe.
  8. Hey guys <3 Hope you enjoy and as usual any feedback is always appreciated :) Also quick disclaimer and warning: i apologize if what i have written in Finnish is incorrect, i'm not a native Fin and i'm only learning and its the only other language i kinda know :P Also as the tags would suggest there is messing so you have been warned :). Hope you enjoy <3 As Zoey’s horse ambled through the thick mud of the English countryside, she wondered why she was here. She asked herself why she married a man like Adam, a man more interested in war and killing than love and family. But then she remembered, he was rich, vastly rich in fact and that the marriage was arranged by her father as a convenience to protect his own lands from Adam and his band of savage killers. But despite the wealth she had and the style they lived in, she was not happy. Life was a chore for Zoey. Most women work the land, or bring up children but not Zoey. Her future was determined by Adam, and right now they were on route to a summit with a very powerful lord. She enjoyed the lavish dinners and the fancy outfits she could wear but she was not built for travelling endless miles on horseback, especially at the pace Adam and his savages set. The weather was dreadful at best and unbearable at its worst. Rain had battered the land for days on end and the once green and pleasant fields were now reduced to quagmires. Most normal people were sheltered in their homes in front of a roaring fire and that is where Zoey desired to be. But alas, they were miles from their home but fortunately for Zoey they were not too far away from the great lord’s castle. “All right lads, we’ll stop here for a minute. Water the horses and we’ll be off again. I don’t want to be stationary for long.” The voice surprised Zoey as they had been riding in silence for a long period of time, but she was glad for the break as she needed to empty her bladder. The rough terrain and continuous bouncing had taken its toll. As she climbed off her horse she noticed her panties were wet. This wasn’t surprising to Zoey, for whatever reason her bladder control was very poor and to come away with just a small wet spot was a good result for her. Adam resented her for her bladder troubles and often forced her to sleep in a bed by herself, he didn’t enjoy waking up covered in his wife’s wee. Ultimately that is why he had invested in the latest technology of the age; panties. Panties were a new concept and not widely understood, Adam believed they were waterproof which is why he purchased them in the first place, he was mistaken. Zoey found a small clearing where she was sheltered from the eyes of the men, pulled down her woollen trousers and black panties and squatted to relieve herself. Her stream was strong and fast and thundered into the turf below. She peed for a moment of two and then pulled up her clothing without wiping and walked on back to her horse. “You and your fucking bladder. I wanted to be away, what took so long?” Adam demanded of his wife. “It’s not as simple for women to piss outside, we can’t just lob out a cock and start pissing at will. Or aren’t you aware of how the female anatomy is different?” Zoey responded with acid in her tone. The men laughed and so did Adam. “You have a tongue on you, I’ll give you that.” Zoey said nothing. Adam helped her onto her horse and off they marched again. There were maybe one hundred men in Adams band, all of which were killers of the most vicious variety. He collected his men from prisons all over the land. He would visit a prison and pay the governor of the prison a very handsome sum of money and then he would be given the pick of the prisoners he desired. It was a good deal both for Adam and his men. The men owed Adam a great debt for saving them from the gallows and Adam got the men he needed to ravage the land. And of course the governor of a prison would get a great bag of money for his troubles. Adam looked both terrifying and glorious in all his armour and war splendour. He wore simple chainmail polished to a gleaming finish, brown woollen trousers with bright gold knee high boots. His greaves were steel but finished in gold and in the sun they shine and glistened. His helmet however was the thing you would notice first, because it was a wolf skin headdress. In all his war glory he was a truly magnificent sight. And on this occasion he had to be, as he was meeting the great Lord himself. The great Lord was a man steeped in mystery and curiosity. There were thousands of tales about his wealth, his women and his feats in battle. So to be invited to his castle as his guests was considered a great honour and Adam made sure all of his men were in their best gear and on their best behaviour. The great Lord was not a man to cross. As Adam, Zoey and their band of killers approached the causeway leading to the castle, Zoey was struck dumb by the sheer scale of the castle that lay in front of them. The great keep was built entirely of stone and the fourteen towers that encircled it were washed white and could be seen from miles in every direction. The castle itself was built on a volcanic crag, much like Bamburgh castle or so Zoey thought to herself. The grey clouds above really made the site intimidating and Zoe felt her stomach churn. Adam stopped the convoy turned his horse to face his men and began to give a speech when he was interrupted by three riders approaching from the castle. Adam turned his horse again and with Zoey in toe began to ride slowly towards the greeting party. The approaching riders stopped their great black steeds a few hundred paces away from Adam and one of the riders began to speak. “Who approaches the great Lord’s castle? Speak your name and your purpose.” His tone was firm and demanding, clearly not a man to be messed about. “I am Adam. Adam of the Severn estuary and guardian of the Welsh border. The great Lord is expecting me.” He responded in an equally aggressive tone of voice and gestured to his men as well. “So it would seem. You are late however. The great Lord does not like to be kept waiting, particularly by a rag tag bunch like you.” Adam bristled with rage, he wanted to kill the man for speaking to him so disrespectfully but he held his sword hand and his tongue and instead apologized for his lateness and explained that the weather had been against them. Zoey meanwhile was bored. She hated all of this, she saw it as false match bravado and saw no need for it. Once the pleasantries were out of the way they were guided through the main gate into the castles main courtyard. Where once again Zoey was struck dumb, though this time not by the architecture but by the sheer amount of men. There were perhaps three thousand men crammed into the courtyard and on the battlements above, all in full war glory and carrying their lord’s standard; a black crow on a flaming red background. All of the standards blew and twisted in the howling winds. Adam stopped his horse in the middle of the courtyard. Zoey and the rest of the men had stopped a few paces further back. Adam was confused. He had expected a welcome, but not like this and so far, the great Lord himself was nowhere to be seen. “My lord Adam, the great Lord awaits you in the great hall. I will escort you and your men. You are to leave all horses and weapons outside; they will be returned to you upon departure.” The voice was unfamiliar but Adam agreed though adding the caveat that he should be allowed his sword, the voice agreed. They were led through a huge wooden door and entered into the main hall. Though it was not as grand as you would have expected. The dais was relatively small and there were only just enough benches for his men. There were no ornaments to speak off and the walls were simple whitewashed stone, Adam felt insulted. This was clearly not the great hall and there was still no sign of their host. Adam and Zoey took their seats on the dais and their men seated themselves on the benches. There was no food for them only water, and apart from themselves the only other people in the hall were a few maids and servants who were scattered around doing nothing in particular. After man minutes of awkward chatter, the great Lord finally arrived. He was a big man, tall, thickset but he wore nothing except a pair of simple brown boots and brown woollen trousers. His chest was covered in strange patterns and in strange colours. Adam rose from his seat to greet his host but was told to remain seated. The bare chested man slowly approached the dais. Walking up the middle of the benches, seemingly paying no mind to the hundreds of pairs of eyes on him he stopped just in front of the dais and began to speak. “Moi. Minun nimeni on Jatti” Adam was perplexed. This was not a language he had heard before, he looked and Zoey and she shook her head however the man who had led them in whispered what to say in his ear and Adam dutifully repeated it. “Missä vessa on” Laughter burst from the bare chested man and all the other men who understood the strange language. Adam bristled with rage again, he knew he was being mocked. The bare chested man composed himself and spoke again. “Miksi? Oletko peloissasi?” The man howled with laughter. But Adam had had enough. He stood up and demanded to know what was being said. The bare chested man gave Adam a stern look then smiled and spoke again. “I greeted you and told you my name. You then asked me where the toilet was.” There was mocking in his tone but underlying was a savage anger. Adam leaned forward to look into the man’s eyes. They were dark and empty. Zoey’s stomach churned again. “Then what did you say?” Demanded an increasingly angry Adam. “Haha. I asked you if you needed the toilet because you were scared.” Adam said nothing, he just stared at the man. Zoey meanwhile was beginning to shake with fear, her stomach was churning and her bladder was beginning to make pushes to empty itself. “Nothing to say. Shame. Maybe all the stories about you are false, maybe you are just a coward. Maybe the lovely creature to your right is braver than you” The man shot Zoey a dark and terrible look. Zoey’s panties became wet again. “You had better hold your tongue, or ill cut it off and wear it around my neck. Have you seen my necklace of fingers? It’s my pride and joy and I’m always happy to add a couple more to it.” Adam spoke quietly but his voice carried a menace and threat that you could not miss. This was too much for Zoey and her bladder gave way, soaking her panties, pooling at her bum and dribbling onto the cold stone floor and making an unmistakeable sound. Zoey was frozen in place. Her fear had completely taken over her; she was not made for this. The bare chested man heard the splattering of Zoey’s pee onto the stone floor and gave her another cold look. Zoey caught the look and her bladder let go again. More warm pee shot through her already soaked panties and once again splattered onto the floor. She could feel her bowels pushing, but she was determined not to embarrass herself anymore and managed not to soil herself completely, but some poo did escape and the smell was unmissable. The bare chested man began howling with laughter. Adam didn’t laugh however and instead drew his sword. Adam jumped over the dais knocking the bigger man down and holding his sword to the man’s throat. The great Lord’s men all drew their swords but before any blows came forth a booming voice called for calm and all listened. Unfortunately, though, it was too late for Zoey. Her defences had failed and warm mushy poo had filled her once pristine panties. As the voice called for calm she was still in the process of soiling herself and more and more mushy poo was filling her panties at the back and at the front another torrent of wee spurted forth. She no longer cared however and actively pushed out what was left in her bowels and bladder. All the while it was now becoming clear all that what had transpired was one big joke, designed to test the balls of Adam and his band of killers. However, whilst Adam had passed the test, Zoey had not and the evidence was there for all to see as she stood up and poo slid down her legs.
  9. “Manny, Manny, get up! Sheila made pancakes!” Manny bit back a groan as his 6-year-old sister’s voice pulled him out of unsettled sleep. Groggy, he pushed the corners of his mouth upward. “OK, Livvy,” he croaked. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Olivia beamed and dashed back to the kitchen, satisfied in the way that only an adoring little sister could be with her 16-year-old brother’s sleepy response. With Olivia gone, Manny let out an exhausted growl. He reached for his phone: 7:46 AM. His alarm had been set for 8, which meant that Liv had effectively robbed him of 14 whole minutes of much-needed sleep. But staying with his sister mattered more than sleep… Dragging his feet slightly, Manny threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and shuffled out of his room. In the kitchen, Olivia was already stuffing a forkful of pancakes into her mouth. A curly-haired woman was in the process of setting another plateful at the table. She glanced up at Manny with a hesitant, unsure smile. Sheila Temple was a 35-year-old college professor. She was single and lived in a moderately-sized apartment. She loved her job. Though she liked kids, she’d never had a strong desire to marry or have children of her own. And, as of one week ago, she was the temporary caregiver of Manny and Olivia. Sheila’s sister, Sam, was a typically overburdened social worker. The city had too many children in need and too few foster and adoptive families. Sam had been assigned to Manny and Olivia’s case when a waitress had found them digging through a restaurant dumpster. The responding authorities, understandably, wouldn’t leave Olivia without shelter, and Manny, also understandably, wouldn’t leave his sister. No foster families had immediate space for two minors, and the nearby children’s homes weren’t set up to keep siblings with such a wide age discrepancy. “Please, Sheila,” Sam had begged on the phone. “Just for a little bit, while we find a more permanent place for them, track down extended family. You have a spare room, and you’re a professor of child development, for God’s sake!” Sheila hadn’t acquiesced easily. Yes, she had a PhD in child development, but she’d never been fully responsible for children on a day-to-day basis, much less children who (as she learned) had been chased out of their house by their drug-addicted father’s steak-knife-wielding girlfriend. Sheila was definitely not equipped to support that kind of traumatic experience. And yet here she was, setting a plate of pancakes on the kitchen table for a 16-year-old boy who had barely spoken to her for a week, but who clearly adored and would do anything for the 6-year-old girl sitting across from him. Olivia, at least, seemed to settle fairly well. Manny had obviously done a lot of work to make her feel safe, no matter where they were, so the little girl had taken him at his word when he promised that Sheila was nice and would take care of them. Sheila sighed quietly. Kids were easy, she thought. Teenagers were hard. Not that Manny was difficult, per se; Sheila just wasn’t sure how to interact with the young man. Today, however, that was on the agenda. It was Saturday, and Olivia was going to a Daisy Scout field trip for most of the day, so it would just be Manny and Sheila in the apartment. Manny had the barest of smiles on his face as he listened to his sister’s excited chatter, and Sheila couldn’t help but notice how wan he looked. Was he getting sick? The thought was interrupted by the buzz of the outer door chime. The local scout mother had arrived to pick up Liv. The girl squealed with excitement, wrapped her arms around Manny for a quick hug, then grabbed her jacket and followed Sheila outside. With his sister gone for the day and Sheila gone for a minute, Manny whined softly and rested his forehead in his hands. He was so tired. SO tired. Manny’s alarm hadn’t just been set for 8 o’clock. It had been set for 7, and 6, and every hour on the hour before that, just like he’d done all week. He couldn’t afford to let himself sleep, not in this nice place that was keeping his sister safe. If he slept, he’d wet the bed. Manny didn’t have a long history of bedwetting, but since everything that had happened over the past year with his father’s behavior and the new girlfriend and trying to keep Livvy safe, the stress had manifested into near-nightly issues. It was a big part of what had angered his dad’s girlfriend so much. He and Liv had only spent a couple of nights on the street before they’d been found, and he’d been so scared that he hadn’t slept those nights, anyway. Now, at Sheila’s, he wasn’t staying awake to protect his sister. Not directly, anyway. He was waking himself up every hour to go to the bathroom. He couldn’t wet the bed. 16-year-olds don’t wet the bed, and grown-ups who didn’t even want kids in the first place wouldn’t let bed-wetting 16-year-olds stick around, and that meant either being sent somewhere else – somewhere potentially less safe for Liv – or being separated from his sister entirely. Not an option. So Manny had diligently limited his liquid intake in the evenings and set his alarm for hourly intervals during the night. His system was working, and he hadn’t so much as leaked in bed. But interrupted sleep wasn’t good sleep, and now, Manny was beyond the point of exhaustion. He was so tired, he physically ached. It hurt to keep his eyes open, and he struggled to focus. As much as he hated being away from Liv, he was grateful for the possibility of a relatively quiet day. Maybe just the chance to be quiet and relax would help him feel more rested. Sighing, Manny poured himself a third glass of orange juice from the carafe on the table. Since he stopped drinking long before he went to bed, he’d been waking up very thirsty, and besides, he thought that being full of liquid helped him stay awake during the day. With Olivia safely deposited in the scout mother’s car, Sheila returned to the apartment. She furrowed her brow seeing Manny slumped at the table. “Hey, Manny?” she called gently as she started to clear the table from breakfast. “Are you feeling OK?” “Yes, ma’am,” Manny answered, but his voice was low and scratchy. Sheila looked skeptical, but she didn’t feel like she was in a position to question the boy. She knew she wasn’t a “real mom” or even a foster parent, and anyway, Manny acted a lot older than his 16 years most of the time. He had to, Sheila supposed. Still, she thought she’d at least let Manny know that she didn’t expect anything of him. “Are you sure?” she pressed hesitantly. “You don’t have anything to do today, you know. Why don’t you go back to bed and get some rest?” Manny shuddered at this suggestion and sat up straighter, trying to falsely convey that he wasn’t actually tired. “No, I’m fine,” he insisted. “I thought I’d catch up on some homework.” Unconvinced by the teen’s claim, Sheila nodded nevertheless. “OK. I’ll just be grading papers on the couch if you need me.” She wanted to do more for Manny, she really did. Sheila just had no idea what he wanted or needed, besides the obvious desire to protect his little sister. She did notice that he seemed to like the orange juice, so she refilled the carafe and set it on the table in front of him before going into the living room. Manny collected his schoolwork from the kitchen counter. He valued his education, so he didn’t want the changes of the past few weeks to affect his grades. He had a few chapters to read for his English class and a problem set for algebra to work on, so he settled in at the table got to work. Or tried to get to work. Manny liked English and didn’t automatically dismiss classic novels as “boring,” but the environmental descriptions in Wuthering Heights were difficult to follow in his current, sleep-deprived state. After a half hour of barely making any progress, Manny shook his head in frustration and decided to switch to math. As he closed the novel, he noticed that his bladder was filling. He glanced at his orange juice glass, empty again after his fourth serving. Manny checked his phone; it was just past 9 AM. He decided to work on a few math problems before taking a break. Between the switch in subjects and the mild signals from his bladder, he was feeling more awake, anyway. Manny finished the first two problems in reasonable time and felt a bit better about himself. See? He was fine. He could handle taking care of his sister while still keeping up in school. And keeping the sheets dry in a stranger’s home. It was now almost 9:30, and the third problem was quite a bit more complex. Manny’s attention drifted a bit as he got stuck on a tricky step. Catching himself, he shook his head emphatically, trying to shake off the demanding claws of sleep. He stared again at his worksheet, but the numbers blurred in front of him… …he was breathing easy. It was quiet, the kind of peaceful quiet that wasn’t broken by sirens or the groans of junkies. The colors were soft, and the air didn’t stink of mold and marijuana. It was warm. He was warm. His lap was warm… …it was the localized warmth that jerked Manny out of his unintentional doze. To his utmost horror, he had started to pee; warm liquid was trickling into his lap. Manny couldn’t hold back a strangled cry. He frantically clutched his dick and leapt up from the table. The noise startled Sheila from her grading in the living room. She looked up in time to see Manny hurrying from the kitchen, hand between his legs. She frowned, but didn’t immediately get up, assuming that Manny had just gotten too caught up in his work and hadn’t realized he had to go. In the hallway, Manny stumbled around a corner, bumping into the wall. He was trying to keep his hand gripped in his crotch, but he was still peeing, the wetness creeping down his leg. He lurched through the door of the bedroom, aiming for the bathroom, but his legs weren’t responding like he wanted them to. He felt like he was in a nightmare, the kind where you want to run, but your legs feel like lead. He was just feet from the toilet, but Manny’s exhausted mind and body were no longer working properly. He jerked his torso forward, but his legs seemed rooted to the spot. He could see the bathroom, but he was going on the bedroom floor, hot urine spilling past his ineffective grip. Head spinning, Manny started to cry. He couldn’t process what had just happened – what was still happening. He was still exhausted beyond comprehension. He hadn’t had the energy to get to the toilet, and he certainly didn’t have the mental capacity left to regulate his emotions in the face of such a failure. Back in the living room, Sheila was listening carefully. She was sure Manny had been running to the bathroom, but she hadn’t heard the door shut or the toilet flush. She stood hesitantly. Manny had looked ill; she hoped he hadn’t fallen or passed out. Torn between wanting to give the teen his privacy and her own concern, Sheila ultimately decided to get up and check on him. She still didn’t hear any obvious sounds coming from the bedroom, but as she rounded the corner, she saw Manny standing with his back to the bedroom door. He wasn’t making any noise, but he seemed to be shaking. Confused, Sheila crept closer. “Manny?” The teen inhaled shakily, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge her presence. Slowly, Sheila walked around in front of him. Her eyes widened. A huge, dark stain spread down the front of Manny’s jeans, and he stood in a small puddle that was soaking into the carpet. He look simultaneously blank and terrified, and his eyes were oddly unfocused. “Oh, honey,” Sheila breathed. It was the first time she’d ever used an endearment for him. “Did you have an accident?” Manny heard, but couldn’t answer. His vision swam, and he swayed on the spot. “Ooooh-kay,” Sheila reached toward him, grabbing his elbow. “Manny?” she tried to get his attention. “Let’s get you cleaned up, honey. It’s OK.” Keeping one hand on his back, Sheila guided Manny into the bathroom. Still unsteady, Manny made no move to start cleaning himself. “Manny?” Sheila repeated. She was starting to worry. “Manny, do you need my help?” Manny’s head jerked back as the implications of Sheila’s words were finally enough to catch his focus. “Nnn…” his throat hurt from tears and weariness, and words wouldn’t come right away. “N-no,” he finally stammered. “I can…” Sheila was more convinced than ever that Manny was sick. She’s make sure he got some rest as soon as he got changed. “OK, honey. I’ll grab you some dry clothes.” Manny braced himself against the sink while Sheila went to the dresser. His head hurt, and his mind was still dragging him forcefully into unconsciousness, but he couldn’t sleep. He had to clean up and clean the carpet, and even if he did allow himself to sleep, he had to make sure he peed first and then set his alarm so he didn’t sleep too long… Sheila was handing him sweatpants and underwear. Manny mumbled his thanks and shut the bathroom door to change. He cringed as he peeled off his drenched jeans and decided to take a quick shower, hoping that the water would both clean him and wake him up enough to clean his mess in the bedroom. He didn’t really feel any more awake after showering. If anything, the white noise of the water emphasized his desire to sleep. When he opened the bathroom door, he looked like a zombie shuffling into the bedroom. Seeing Manny’s blank, drawn look, Sheila reached for him. “Come on, Manny,” she pleaded, pulling him toward the bed. “You need some rest, honey, you’ll feel better.” Manny groaned unintelligibly. He couldn’t sleep. He had to clean up and he didn’t have his phone with him to set his alarm… “Yes, honey, it’s OK,” Sheila soothed, gently yet firmly guiding Manny into bed. “You’re safe, just get some rest.” Completely broken, Manny started to cry. He needed to set his alarm, he couldn’t just… “Shhh,” Sheila whispered, running her fingers through Manny’s hair as she eased his head onto the pillow. Her heart ached for the poor, sick boy. Manny’s mind struggled to grasp the last vestiges of awareness. He had to…he needed… But a whole week of only interrupted sleep was far too much to overcome, and Manny was out within seconds of his head hitting the pillow. Sheila stayed for a few minutes, stroking his hair and murmuring softly. When she was satisfied that the teen was resting, she cautiously stood, taking a deep breath. Even in sleep, Manny looked uneasy. Sheila hoped that he would get some good rest and feel better when he woke up. In the meantime, she grabbed some baking soda to spread on the wet stain on the carpet. She’d worry about vacuuming it up later. Before leaving the room, Sheila watched Manny, still concerned. In the few minutes he’d been asleep, he’d automatically curled to one side of his bed, nearly pressed into the wall. For protection or to try to disappear? Sheila wasn’t sure, but it was painful to see. *** To Sheila’s relief, Manny slept for hours. When Olivia returned around 3:30 that afternoon, Manny was still out. Sheila hushed the 6-year-old and explained that her brother wasn’t feeling well, so he was taking a nap. Liv nodded sagely and settled at the coffee table in the living room to color quietly. Just before 4 o’clock, Sheila heard noises from Manny’s room. “Oh! Sounds like your brother’s awake!” she whispered cheerfully to Olivia. Liv beamed and bounced to her feet, skipping in front of Sheila as they headed toward Manny’s bedroom. “Manny!” Liv shouted joyfully, not bothering to knock before barging into the room. Sheila smiled, following, but stopped short as soon as she walked through the door. Manny was standing a few feet back from his bed, a wild look in his eyes and yet another huge, dark patch of wetness down the front of his pants. Before Sheila even had time to process the scene, Olivia had thrown herself in front of her brother, hand out as if to protect him from Sheila. “He didn’t mean it!” she cried, her young voice anxious. “It was a accident!!” Sheila froze, not wanting to seem confrontational. She automatically held her hands up, placating. “He didn’t mean it!” Liv repeated, eyes wide. Behind her, Manny was breathing hard, but he instinctively wrapped an arm around his little sister. Slowly, tentatively, Sheila started to walk toward the siblings. “I know, honey,” she murmured to Olivia. The kindergartner drew back slightly. “Don’t make him leave,” she whispered. Sheila felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. Keeping her hands out, she knelt in front of the pair, locking eyes with the little girl. “Liv,” she began, gentle but serious. “Sweetheart, I won’t do that.” Olivia furrowed her brow, unsure. Sheila didn’t look up at Manny, but she saw his hand tighten on his sister’s shoulder. “I promise, Liv,” Sheila insisted. “I know Manny didn’t mean it, and I would never make him leave – or you – for having an accident.” “I can clean up,” Liv said softly, still nervous. “We’ll make it better.” “Oh, honey,” Sheila smiled sadly. “You don’t have to clean up. I’m not mad, sweetheart, I promise. Everything is fine.” Olivia reached up and grabbed her brother’s hand, instinct driving her to stay close to him. “We’ll fix it…” she whispered. “Liv?” Sheila shook her head. “You don’t have to fix anything. I promise. It’s OK.” Sheila inhaled, knowing that her next request would take a bit of convincing. “I just need to talk to Manny for a little bit, OK?” Sure enough, Olivia frowned, pressing back against her brother. “I’m not mad, Liv, I’m not even a little bit mad,” Sheila promised, “and Manny’s not in trouble. I just need to talk to him to make sure he’s OK and see what I can do to help. OK?” Olivia liked Sheila; Sheila had been nice to her. She wanted to believe the nice woman, but she looked up at Manny for reassurance. Ever conscious of protecting his sister, Manny attempted a smile and nodded. It’s not that he completely trusted Sheila; he just thought that he deserved any consequences, not Olivia. So if Sheila wanted him alone, she’d get him. With Manny’s permission, Liv stepped forward. Sheila smiled encouragingly. “Go finish coloring,” she suggested. “You can show Manny your pretty picture when you’re done.” Like most 6-year-olds, Olivia brightened at this prospect. She nodded happily, hugged her brother one last time, and ran from the room. Gathering her thoughts, Sheila turned back to the wet teen standing in front of her. He was shaking so badly, she could see his t-shirt fluttering around his thin body. “Manny,” she began, trying to put every ounce of sympathy and reassurance into her voice. “I promise I’m not mad, I promise you’re not in trouble, and I promise,” she emphasized the word, “that I’m not sending you away or splitting up you and Liv. OK?” Manny’s lip trembled fiercely and he kept his eyes down, but after a moment, he nodded. “OK,” Sheila breathed. It was something. “Honey, I just want to help you. Are you sick?” Manny’s face crumpled even further. After another pause, he shook his head. At this point, he was quavering so much, Sheila was surprised she couldn’t hear his knees knocking together. “Manny, honey, let’s sit down,” she offered. She put her arm under his elbow and steered him down onto the bed. The wet stain was big, but confined to the half of the bed closest to the wall, where Manny had been curled up. “OK, honey,” Sheila said, sitting next to the boy. “I just want to help. Can you tell me what happened?” The silence seemed to stretch between them, but finally, Manny opened his mouth. “I-“ he stammered, he voice gravelly but quiet. “I tried.” “You tried?” Sheila echoed. “Tried what, honey?” Unbidden tears were leaking out of Manny’s eyes and streaming down his cheeks. “I tried not to,” he cried, almost pleadingly. Sheila pressed her lips together as Manny’s words sunk in. This had happened before. Happened often enough that he had made an effort to prevent it. Prevent it, how? “Manny…” Sheila murmured, trying to disguise her dismay. “Have you not been sleeping, honey?” “I…” Manny could barely control his mouth through all the shaking. “I didn’t want to wet the bed,” he whispered, deeply ashamed of having to say the words, but wanting Sheila to understand that he really had tried. Quickly, brokenly, he explained his system of setting his alarm and limiting his drinks, barely pausing for breath and not meeting Sheila’s eyes. And Sheila’s eyes showed the horror she felt at the lengths the teen had taken to keep himself from having an accident. No wonder he’d wet himself earlier; she was surprised he’d even managed to move on so little quality sleep. “…and I…” Manny’s voice was breaking again as his explanation tumbled out. “I didn’t want to make a mess and ruin your mattress and cost you money and make you mad.” Blinking, Sheila swallowed her awe at Manny’s tale. She fixated on a single comment. “OK, honey, first of all, you don’t have to worry about the mattresses,” she promised, trying to ease at least one of his fears. “All of my beds have mattress covers, even mine. That’s just good sense.” At this information, Manny finally looked up, questioning. “And second,” Sheila went on. “Honey, if you’re worried about wetting the bed, not sleeping isn’t the answer. You need your sleep. There are other options. We can get you things to help keep you dry.” Manny snorted reflexively. “Nobody gonna spend money on baby stuff for a grown boy,” he muttered. Sheila tilted her head sympathetically. “Is that what someone told you?” “Angelina,” Manny answered simply. His dad’s girlfriend. “Those things cost money.” Sheila refrained from making a sarcastic comment about the cost of heroin. “Well,” she said instead. “I happen to have plenty of money. Definitely enough to buy pull-ups for you. If that would help you sleep better,” she added. Slowly, nervously, Manny finally met Sheila’s eyes. He looked younger than she’d ever seen him look. “Really?” Sheila reached up and cupped the young man’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear with her thumb. “Yes, sweetheart. Whatever you need.” Biting his lip, Manny nodded repeatedly. If he couldn’t stop himself from wetting the bed, then surely the next best option was not making such a huge mess every night. Sheila smiled, relieved. “It’s settled then. I’ll go out and pick some up.” She rubbed Manny’s back, comforting. “And I might as well grab some dinner while I’m out. What do you feel like? Mexican? Chicken?” Slightly embarrassed by the positive outcome of the day’s events, Manny shrugged. “Whatever,” he murmured. Sheila stood, understanding that they’d probably reached their limit of conversation for now. Plus, Manny still had to change. “OK, honey. Why don’t you get cleaned up – I’ll change the sheets – and then come out and see your sister’s picture.” Still blushing, Manny nodded and scrambled to the dresser to grab some dry clothes before heading into the bathroom to change. Sheila efficiently stripped the bed, still in awe of what Manny had told her. She was furious at what he’d gone through and devastated at what he thought he had to do to keep himself and his sister safe. While she was loading the washing machine to clean the wet sheets, she heard Manny emerge from the bathroom and join his sister in the living room. Sheila closed the lid of the washing machine to start it and headed down the hallway to the sound of Olivia’s happy chatter. Rounding the corner, Sheila saw Manny kneeling next to his sister, his arm around her shoulder’s as the little girl pointed out her artistic products. Manny looked relaxed and completely engrossed with what Liv was saying. Sheila hung back, leaning against the wall and smiling. Maybe she could do this parenting thing after all.
  10. (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.)
  11. Part One: Infiltration (Corrin is named Robin, and is the same Robin I use in Awakening. Headcanon is it’s the same avatar for every FE game and also fuck if I’m running Corrin even remotely like he’s portrayed in game. Even Alm and Roy were better lords.) Kagero moved through the streets of the village, silent and inconspicuous. She wore the same garb as the other ninjas of the village, her scarf covering most of her face. The only thing that stood out about her was her chest, which was hard to hide even in tight ninja garments. The ninja was on a mission for her liege, Lord Ryoma, the now king of Hoshido. The Samurai had just found his lost brother, the middle prince of Hoshido Robin. But just as everything in the family had been set right, dark power struck down Queen Mikoto. Ryoma had been forced to take up the mantle of king, just as Hoshidian and Nohr forces clashed in mass on the border. Both sides watched in horror as Robin stood between the arguing princes of both kingdoms, giving them an ultimatum: settle your differences or he was leaving. Kagero was fond of the returned prince, and for once felt a pang of sadness as both princes turned on Robin. Robin didn’t stay, cutting a swath through Hoshidan’s and Nohrian’s alike as he left the battlefield. Neither of the princes moved to stop him, too engrossed in their own combat. Once combat ended for the day, Kagero was summoned to her lord’s tent. She hoped she would be tasked with pursuing Robin, a thought that irked her. She should desire to be here beside her lord, not off on another mission. Instead, she was sent to scout the ninja village of Mokusho. While the small ninja country was technically neutral, several Hoshidan spies returning through the city had vanished. So now Kagero was here, trying to figure out what happened to them. Kagero had been on patrol for a while now, and was starting to feel her body complain about the lack of relief. As she turned to head towards the nearest restroom, however, she spotted a female ninja, dressed in the garb of a Mokushan ninja captain, leaping across the rooftops. She was surprisingly stealthy for it being only dusk, but no one else seemed to notice or care, and the captain seemed to be in a hurry. Kagero slipped behind the nearest building, gracefully scaling it and giving chase to the ninja captain, her needs forgotten. She followed the captain for a solid ten minutes before the other ninja came to a stop, hopping down off the side of a building into an enclosed alleyway. Some kind of secret meeting spot? Crouching on the rooftop, Kagero waited. She tried to steel herself against her needs, but she quickly became desperate to relieve herself. She could feel a fart pressing to escape, and if it didn’t she knew something a lot more solid would. But she had to stay hidden! Grimacing, the ninja slowly let the fart out, doing her best to do so as stealthily as possible. If was accompanied by a trickle of warm mush, and she shifted uncomfortably as she shit herself a bit. At least the ninja hadn’t noticed. Soon after, another ninja captain appeared, a male in similar concealing uniform. The female produced a piece of paper for him, and Kagero focused her attention, trying to read it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see from here. Drawing three shuriken in one hand and a dagger in the other, she leaped down from the roof. Three shuriken dug into the man’s neck, and she put the dagger to the female’s neck, covering her mouth with her other hand. The ninja captain cried out, her words muffled by Kagero’s hand, and a loud trickling could be heard, the ninja captain pissing herself as she watched her companion fall. Her bowels didn’t fair much better, responding to the cold steel against her neck with a forceful evacuation. Kagero could hear the wet sounds of the ninja violently filling her pants with liquid feces. Kagero looked around for the note, spotting it on the ground, but spotting something much worse. When she focused on the duo, she hadn’t noticed the ten ninjas accompanying the other captain. Quickly slitting the woman’s throat, she hopped backwards, drawing a second dagger. The ten enemies spread out, approaching carefully. The battle of ninjas was completely silent, then suddenly they struck, the clash of metal breaking the silence. A pair of shuriken lead, both nimbly dodged by Kagero before three of them engaged her, short swords flashing out. She skillfully parried one with a dagger, sidestepping the other two and bringing her dagger around, cutting a deep wound in the chest of the one she parried. He staggered back, and she drove forward, knocking him back further and finishing him with a dagger to the heart. She cursed as it got lodged in him, and she looked around as in horror as she attempted to wrench it free. The pause had given them time to surround her, and there were still nine of them, now able to surround her with her back no longer to the wall. She cursed her weakness as her full bladder convulsed in fear, and pee started to trickle down her legs, soaking her shorts and puddling on the ground beneath her. Slowly she lowered her other dagger, setting it on the ground and raising her hands in surrender. They advanced quickly, one producing a pair of manacles and roughly shoving her hands down in front of her, snapping the cuffs on. Unsure of what they were going to do, she wasn’t ready for one to drive his knee into her stomach. Crying out in pain, the sound was accompanied by a crackling sound as the blow to her stomach drove its contents into her pants, wave after wave of soft mess involuntarily releasing. She was hit again, and again, and soon she faded into unconsciousness, still shitting herself. There will likely be a few more parts of this, if I can get around to writing them. Comments and criticism are welcome, my writing needs work.
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  14. I almost never post different stories in sequential weeks, but after being away for long enough that people welcomed me "back," I thought I'd better post something new before I travel for the next 3 weekends! This isn't an original story, per se, but based on this news story that, for obvious reasons, intrigued me. So here's a brief (for me) imaginative version of what happened. Enjoy! ***** “Wooo! There they go!” Marshall Peterson whooped as he watched the latest riders fly down the zipline above him. Marshall’s 15-year-old son, Simon, smiled weakly. Simon wasn’t nearly as excited about the zipline as his father, but Marshall had insisted, and Simon’s teenage desire not to seem weak had prevented him from declining. Vera, Simon’s mother, shook her head affectionately. “You know, dear, you’re really getting too old for thrill seeking,” she chided. “Age is just a number!” Marshall proclaimed gleefully. “Just because you’re allergic to fun…Si and I are gonna have a blast, right Si?” “Totally,” Simon responded, convincingly enough for his father. Vera rolled her eyes, but grinned. “You two have fun. I’m going to go get a coffee and wait for you on the other side.” She kissed her husband and hugged her son, then set off down the busy, Las Vegas street. “Come on, Si,” Marshall ordered, heading up to the ticket office. Simon followed, glancing nervously up at the cables high above his head. “Two for the zipline, please,” Marshall said to the bored-looking worker behind the glass. “Regular or zoomline, sir?” the worker drawled. “Oh, zoomline, definitely!” Marshall replied without hesitation. “Go big or go home, right Si?” Simon flinched. The “zoomline” was the higher of the two offerings and started out 114 feet off the ground. Simon wasn’t the biggest fan of heights to begin with, and he certainly didn’t share his dad’s penchant for adrenaline-rush activities. As a child, he’d mostly been able to avoid them, but since he’d entered adolescence, and particularly since his most recent growth spurt had put him just over 6 feet tall, Simon’s dad had become more insistent about including Simon in his hobbies. White water rafting had been OK, and there were some amusement park rides that Simon enjoyed, but parasailing had been rough. It was gentle and quiet for the most part, but Simon really, really didn’t like heights. It’ll be over fast, Simon thought. Just one minute. Marshall beamed as he handed over Simon’s wristband. Father and son strapped on the ID bands, holding them up to show the guard at the entrance, then headed to the elevator. Simon’s stomach lurched as the elevator rose to the top platform. With a start, Simon noticed that he had to pee. Not surprising, really; his bladder always seemed to fill faster when he was nervous. It’ll be quick, Simon thought again, tightening his pelvic muscles a bit. Just a few more minutes, and then I can pee When the elevator doors opened, however, Simon was greeted by the sight of a bigger crowd than he’d anticipated. At least 25 guests stood around the platform, waiting for their turn to step into a harness and fly down the line. “Here,” a neon-shirted employee shoved two strips of paper toward Marshall and Simon. “You two are number 430 and 431. When your numbers are called, head over to Jerome there, and he’ll size you up and get you into your harnesses. In the meantime, stay up here, look around, but don’t go past the yellow line into the loading zone.” Marshall thanked the employee. Simon followed his father, but paused when the release door creaked open. The strung-up riders, harness in on their stomachs, face-down, were giggling and chattering with nerve-tinged excitement. Seeing the view from so many stories up made Simon’s bladder spasm, and he clenched his thighs together to fight the urge. The process only took a few minutes, but to Simon, it looked agonizingly long. Riders would hear their number called, then walk over to the harnessing area on the side of the room. Jerome, another employee, would hand them an appropriately-sized harness and instruct them on how to put it on. Harness properly cinched, the riders would then wait their turn to line up at one of the three cables. More workers would hook industrial-sized carabiners to each harness, then steady the riders as hydraulics raised them into prone positions, head first and face down, ready for launch. In the 15 minutes before his number was called, Simon’s anxiety only increased, as did the amount of liquid in his bladder. He started shifting from side to side without really noticing he was doing it. “430, 431, 432!” the employee who’d greeted them at the elevator called. “Please come get fitted with your harnesses!” “Oooooooh, almost time!” Marshall cheered, practically bouncing over to the harnessing area. Simon squeezed his thighs together and breathed deeply, trying to calm his nerves. In 5 or so minutes, this whole thing would be over, and he would be fine. Jerome professionally walked them through the process of putting on their harnesses, making sure the straps were in all the right places. Simon inhaled sharply when Jerome tightened the strap around his waist; he clenched quickly, just barely preventing a leak. Standing on his designated spot on the loading dock, Simon tried to keep from trembling. The girl hooking him up noticed. “It’s OK, kid,” she chuckled. “These systems are 100% safe.” Simon attempted a smile. Of course he knew that the rigging was likely to have all sorts of safety precautions in place, but knowing that didn’t help him feel any better. “Ready on 2!” the girl called when Simon was fully strapped in. The workers assisting Marshall and the rider in spot 3 called out similarly. With a slight jerk, Simon was lifted off his feet and tilted forward. “Superman pose!” the girl said cheerfully as Simon was raised to release position, but Simon didn’t feel like Superman. His dad was whooping excitedly next to him, but Simon’s head was spinning. His breaths were shallow, and he gripped the front of his harness tightly. His legs were separated by the harness, but he still The release door slowly started opening, and Simon started panting. He tightened his lower muscles as much as possible, but at this point, he was bordering on losing consciousness. Please, Simon begged silently, just one minute. “5…4…” an automated voice counted down to release. Simon started hyperventilating. “3…2…1…” Simon’s heart skipped a beat. The locking mechanism released. And so did Simon’s bladder. As he started to fly forward over the street, warm urine gushed from between his legs like a water balloon had popped. Because of his positioning, liquid fell straight downward toward the street instead of trickling down his legs, not that his nylon athletic shorts soaked up much, anyway. Simon thought he could hear people yelping in surprise, but he sailed out of earshot before he could be sure. His chest tightened at the thought of accidentally drenching unsuspecting tourists in pee. The remaining 45 or so seconds of the trip were nothing but the muffled sounds of the bustling street below and Simon’s own heavy breathing. He vaguely heard his father’s excited cheers to his left. Simon slowed as he approached the landing platform. The attendant was smiling as he reached for Simon’s harness, but all Simon could think about was the cold wetness of his underwear, pressing against his skin. As the attendant unstrapped Simon, another neon-shirted worker sprinted up the steps, walkie-talkie in hand. “Excuse me, sir?” the employee interrupted Marshall’s gleeful chatter. “Is this your son?” Marshall’s eyebrows creased in confusion. “Yeah. What’s going on?” The worker glanced at Simon, who instantly looked at the floor. “Can you two come with me, please?” Still baffled, Marshall signaled for Simon to follow the worker. Simon’s cheeks were hot with shame as the worker led them down a set of stairs. “Marshall? Si?” Simon’s eyes flashed upward briefly at the sound of his mom’s voice. Vera was walking up the steps toward them, an eager smile rapidly fading from her face. “What’s going on?” “Are you this boy’s mother, ma’am?” the worker asked. “Yes, this is my son. What’s going on?” Vera repeated, falling into step next to Marshall. “If you could just please come with me,” the worker requested, turning down a hallway full of offices. He opened a door on the left and gestured toward some chairs along the wall. “Could you all please have a seat?” Marshall looked both nervous and irritated. “Could you please tell us what’s going on? What do you want with Simon?” The employee, whose nametag read “Jeff” looked uncomfortable. “We received a report of…mischief…regarding your son,” Jeff explained hesitantly. “We’d just like to get to the bottom of what happened.” “Mischief?” Marshall was incredulous. “I was with him the whole time! He didn’t do anything!” “Yes, well, there were…complaints…” Jeff stammered. “Complaints of what?” Vera interjected, somewhat defensively. She glanced at Simon for answers, but he was determinedly hunched forward, not looking at anyone. Jeff turned to the door anxiously. “I’d really rather wait for-“ Fortunately for Jeff, two uniformed police officers walked in just then. Jeff sighed with relief. “I’ll just let the officers speak with you,” he mumbled before all but sprinting out the door. Marshall stood up a bit straighter. “Officer, can you please tell us what our son is being accused of?” The taller of the two, a man whose badge read “Douglas” raised his eyebrows. These parents don’t know, Douglas thought incredulously. He briefly looked down at the boy’s shorts; wetness was practically invisible on the dark, nylon fabric. “Sir,” Officer Douglas began carefully. “We received reports of…liquid…falling on people below the launch point of the zipline. Based on information from employees on the platform, we believe your son…urinated…on them.” Marshall and Vera both started talking (yelling) at once. “WHAT?!?” Marshall snapped. “Are you serious?” He whipped around to glare at Simon. “What were you thinking?” Vera was simultaneously addressing her son. “Si, that’s not funny,” she chastised. “That’s so unsanitary!” “Were you trying to be funny?” Marshall was getting angrier. “Did you plan this ahead of time?” Simon didn’t answer. His faced flamed with humiliation. He didn’t know what was worse; getting in trouble for peeing on tourists on purpose, or his parents knowing the truth – that he’d wet himself on accident. The second officer, Angela Formus, stared intently at Simon while his parents frantically questioned him. She saw the teen’s slightly trembling chin and tense posture. Yes, it was possible that he was just embarrassed at being caught, but maybe… Officer Formus cleared her throat to quiet the room. “Look, ma’am, sir,” she addressed Marshall and Vera, “I’d like to hear from your son, please. Sometimes, at that age, kids can just get overwhelmed in places like Vegas.” Marshall snorted. “We expect more of him than that.” Angela ignored Marshall and turned toward Simon. “Young man?” Simon flinched, but didn’t look up. “My name is Officer Formus. What’s yours?” “Simon,” Simon murmured, frowning, furiously trying to blink back tears. “Hi Simon,” Angela smiled encouragingly. “We just want to know what happened. Were you playing a practical joke?” Simon hesitated, his mind racing. Did he really want to admit what happened? Could he handle the repercussions if he let them think he did it on purpose? Ultimately, the fact that there were two real, live police officers in front of him was too terrifying. “No,” he whispered, curling his shoulders forward even more. “OK,” Angela continued gently, before Marshall or Vera could interrupt. “Can you tell me what happened, then?” Despite his best efforts, a low whimper escaped Simon’s throat. “I…” his voice cracked, and he clenched his fists to stop his hands from trembling. “I was scared,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to.” Next to Angela, Officer Douglas just nodded, but Vera paled and Marshall flushed at the implication of their son’s words. “I see,” Angela went on, comfortingly. “So you didn’t intend to urinate on those people?” Cringing at the phrasing, Simon shook his head. “It…it was an a-accident,” he stammered, overwhelmed with shame. His knees were shaking; he wasn’t sure he could stand much longer. Angela nodded, unwilling to push the teen anymore. It seemed clear to her and her partner that Simon’s actions weren’t malicious. On the contrary – they were quite humiliating. The teen had suffered enough. “We’re so sorry,” Vera apologized, having regained her bearings much more quickly than her husband. “We’re more than happy to compensate the people who were…hit.” “That won’t be necessary in this case, ma’am,” Officer Douglas assured her. “These things happen. And let’s be honest: people can get a lot worse in Vegas!” Officer Douglas’s attempt at levity was only met with the barest of grins from Vera. Simon was still staring at the ground, miserable, and Marshall was apparently having trouble processing the fact that his son had wet himself at age 15. Officer Douglas just shook his head knowingly, and he and Officer Formus left the room. “Simon?” Vera asked hesitantly, breaking the silence after the officers left. “Is…is that true?” Simon could only nod wretchedly; he was so ashamed. “But…” Marshall sputtered, “but…it was so cool! You didn’t say anything!” Simon sniffled deeply, unable to stop a tear from rolling down his nose. He was sure his dad would never invite him to do anything ever again. “Honey,” Vera softly touched her husbands arm. She knew he wasn’t going to be the most supportive in this situation. “Why don’t you go to the restaurant to make our reservations for tonight? You know they only accept them in person. Si and I will go back to the hotel to change.” Simon flinched again at the fact that yes, he had to change out of his piss-soaked pants, but Marshall just nodded, a bit bemused, and walked out the door. “Honey?” Vera repeated, this time directed at Simon. “Are you OK?” Simon started to nod, but stopped and slowly shook his head instead. His breath caught, and he let out a sob. “Oh, Si,” Vera breathed, wrapping her son in a hug. “It’s OK.” “I’m sorry,” Simon cried. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it!” “I know, sweetie,” Vera soothed. “I’m sorry your dad and I jumped to conclusions.” Simon whimpered and pulled away. “He’s so mad,” he mumbled. “No, honey, he’s not-“ “He is!” Simon interrupted, still crying. “He just wants to do all these things and I’m a big baby and they scare me and I can’t…and I…” Simon trailed off, looking reflexively down at his wet shorts, as if to punctuate just how unlikely it was that his dad would be OK with what happened. Vera sighed and rubbed Simon’s back. “I know your dad can be a little rough around the edges, sweetie,” she said. “But he loves you. It probably honestly never occurred to him that you don’t love all his adventures as much as he does.” Simon shrugged half-heartedly. He knew his dad loved him, but what kind of father would ever be OK with a son who was not only too scared to handle a zipline, but who actually peed himself? Vera sighed again. “Come on, honey. Let’s go back to the hotel and take a break.” Simon didn’t answer; he didn’t know what else to say, so Vera just pulled out her phone and ordered a car.
  15. Whoah Linkx TWO 10k+ word stories in ONE night, crazy; You're a madman! Another idea I've run with recently based on the string of Marine and soldier pictures Livinginfinite has done as of late I got the idea as just a writing exercise initially so its a little rough but I liked the idea of just doing first person vignettes to get the maximum amount of smut per sentence :D There's little rereading of this because somehow it turned out quite long, this is still ongoing too every few days or so I just write a few scenes so there will be more in the future. I found it really hard to strike a balance between writing what the character would write and just going into a full blown narrative with descriptions up the wazoo because the idea isn't really set up for that. I feel most of the time it went well but sometimes I just couldn't help myself and went overboard with the scene. Anyyyyway I'm rambling again join me on yet another magical adventure. Sgt Major Elesa Killian signing in for I don't know why... I think it's rather stupid but the base physician Dr Li said it was he recommended it of me and confided that consideration for higher promotion would require a “diary” of any incidents. God I'm blushing as I write this... ridiculous I just turned twenty-seven and I'm keeping a diary of... how often I piss myself. I don’t even know why they want me to write it down, they already have the statistical information about it from the rfid linked sensors sewn into each garment. Our bathroom habits are recorded and kept on our very own potty chart as we call it. I guess It shows we can take responsibility for our bodily functions or some other bullshit. They probably just want more information on what makes us tick what causes us to break down and empty ourselves in terror. I can proudly say though I haven't shit myself in three weeks and I aim to keep it that way. For fucks sake; I was one of the youngest recipients of the Juliet bronze medal of competency... but they might as well call it potty training 101. They give it to those who can stop messing their pants for long enough to stand on stage without having an accident. I'm almost embarrassed to call myself a recipient of an award recognizing that in the eyes of the forces I'm at least partially potty trained. God how I hate standard issue equipment; It's ridiculous, princesses, butterflies, snowflakes, cutesy stripes it's enough to make me want to scream sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if they really do just think we're all just children. General Williams stands up for us but compared to some of the other brass I don't think she has much say. God I wonder if they keep her in these too... what am I even saying of course they don't. I want to be just like her, I met her once she handed me my medal in person. It was such an honor, her combat continence record was incredible. You know what they say though it's all the lowest bidder and Kimberly Clark must have given the government a screaming deal to put us all in basically pullups. The amount of free advertisement they get from being the “official incontinence garment of female service members” more than makes up for it I bet. I guess they really just look at us all like children keeping us all in huggies. I felt I should have done better I'm twenty-seven and all the medical journals all say twenty-five is the average age we gain an acceptable level of control of our bowels. That's not to say we don't have our mishaps now and then but even with the scientific evidence saying we can control ourselves just fine standard issue underwear are incontinence garments. You can submit a request for alternate protection at thirty and move to just a pad but... what the hell am I talking about I'm rambling again. Anybody who ends up reading this probably knows all that shit I guess I'm just frustrated. I hate feeling like a toddler, having to have someone keep watch so I can change my pissy diaper. The scornful looks of some of the lower ranked men are the worst and... oh damn it all I'm wet again. I'll be right back and we can start this stupid thing. I guess it was a good thing I needed to change, no sooner than I got in the bathroom I really needed to um... “go” God this potty training thing is hard, I just don't understand how males can do it so easily. One second I'm fine or barely need to go and the next second it’s an emergency and I can't even stop myself. July 13th First official entry what a wonderful day it’s been… That time of the year again where we get to play with the fresh meat while in between deployments. We were doing live fire training, want to see if any of them could shoot and one of the girls was the cocky type. I think her name was Alexa, self-confident brunette twenty two year old fresh out of basic. She was scoring pretty high but making sure to let everyone else know which wasn’t going to earn her many friends. She made a few disparaging comments when a pair of girls sheepishly asked me if they could have a minute to change their diapers to which I acquiesced letting them know in the future they may not be so lucky. Carefully I loaded a select few rounds into a standard issue Mossberg. A normal slug, a blank, another blank followed by a dragon’s breath round. I got her attention calling her by her rank “private” and tossed her the weapon telling her to show me what I could do. She just nodded confident she would “show” me not realizing she was in for quite a shock. The first shot was an inch of so off center mass. Off to a good start but the second being a blank did nothing to the target. I laughed, I mean the look of confusion on her face alone was worth it before she racked the next cartridge wondering how she missed only to have the same result the second time. She didn’t suspect anything and determined to prove her marksmanship. Deep in concentration she grit her teeth before pulling the trigger again. The giant ball of fire and the noise shattered her concentration as she nearly threw the gun. She lost control and badly in front of everyone I’m talking fully voiding. Her pants sagged pretty bad and they were soaked. In her cockiness she chose to go against policy and just wear a pair of panties, big mistake on her part as the stain on her fatigues was pretty obvious that she’d shit herself. From the looks of some of the others there were quite a few more wet diapers to deal with and even I admit I leaked a little at the sudden blast but for her to learn her lesson it was worth it. I guess this is supposed to be about me though well fire practice ended soon after that and I realized I needed to go pretty bad. My little leak earlier wasn’t making it any easier. I was about to make it inside the barracks and that stupid ac unit kicked on that ancient thing is so loud and I…. I was just startled and wet myself. These stupid things are supposed to be maximum absorbency but it still leaked all over my pant. After all that I was going to make it to the bathroom and a stupid piece of machinery frightens me and I end up soaking myself. July 14th Today was not a good day it started wet and didn’t get any drier. I woke up and found my pullup had leaked while I slept. Stumbling out of bed I stubbed my toe and ended up wetting myself a few feet from the toilet. That’s one of the worst feelings… standing just a few feet away from where you know you should be peeing only to feel it rushing down your legs. After that stellar start to my morning this didn’t really improve. With a fresh set of princess pants hugging my hips I set about my day. Sometimes I feel leave is a bit boring around base but I help out where I can fortunately getting deployed at the end of the week. Lunch time rolled around without further incident and I guess I had been drinking a lot or something but right in the mess hall eating a bit of lunch I just out of nowhere felt that warm tickling. It took me a second but I knew I was wetting myself. I managed to get control of myself… barely but the damage was done. My pullup was soaked; it felt wet which was bad. I knew anymore and it would most certainly leak. I hate the warm squishy feeling between your legs when you have to walk after having wet yourself. It’s so awkward. Finally the third time’s the charm. I regret this one but some of my squadmates decided to have a little fun with the newbies. What I really regret is the fact we were caught by the mps skulking around base after lights out. They lit us up with flood lights as a handful of them leapt out of the jeep holding rifles up screaming at us. The three of us froze petrified at being caught. Poor Jill next to me messed herself. I could hear the wet crackling even over the hiss of our bladders emptying into our pants. Sienna ended up just as wet as I did and admittedly in the chill of the night the warm sodden padding felt not half bad. We got off light as they felt a bit bad for surprising us. I think Jill’s accident really saved our asses and we were sent back to our quarters with just a verbal reprimand. Uhg so yeah, three accidents in one day at that rate I’ll never be recommended for the silver medal at this rate July 16th Managed not to wet myself the day after I did it three times but I couldn’t keep a dry streak going. I should have known better but it just sounded fun. Messing around on the hard landing simulator with some of the privates. It's a big trampoline meant to teach proper landing technique for paratrooping and disembarking from airborne craft. I really should have said no, I've read the articles about our weakened pelvic floors and sudden high g impacts causing loss of control. Foolishly I thought it wouldn't happen to be buuuuut; It seems my confidence was misplaced. As soon as I landed I felt a long spurt leave my body. I panicked trying to stop but I landed clumsily bouncing again feeling another long dribble come out. By the time I managed to stop landing my pullup was soaked. My cheeks were rosy as I moved carefully trying to prevent leaks in front of the privates. I could feel a stray trickle of wetness running down my thigh but fortunately everyone else’s attention was drawn to a hapless private who took her turn after me. As I cautiously waddled off the trampoline a Private Rachel Adams leapt not having heeded the recommendation of hitting the bathroom before participating. Her face said it all. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the moment it happened. Her face twisted into a mix of surprise and disgust the shock of the initial landing. I could tell she was pooping in her pants. She was so caught off guard frozen by the act of messing her diaper she fell straight on her ass with a gross squish. I didn't stay around to inspect the damage but she started sniffling and the smell was foul. I quickly ran off to change my own soggy pull-up before it leaked even further. July 18th Fuck, damn it, assholes; those assholes. I was so close to an entire month without dirtying myself and then today happened. Uhg… calm down Elesa it was just an accident and you weren’t alone. Ok this is what happened but the fact they pulled this little stunt… really!? I can’t believe the base commander Ok’d this but then I guess he’s always been a dick. They wanted opinions and feedback on a new product. A new line of incontinence garments specifically designed for us women in the battlefield. I’d seen a few before but no company had ever managed to wrestle the lucrative contract away from Kimberly Clark. If it meant that I didn’t have to go into battle wearing princesses and fairies under my fatigues I am all for it though. It was mostly women and a few men packed into a small room with the presentation equipment all set up. On the front table a bunch of brochures were laid out along with a few sample products. They were fantastic I would love it if we actually had those instead. Laid out they were matte black as opposed to our brightly colored childish designs. They even had a bit of faux lace around the cuffs making them look nearly like real panties, well almost. Before I sat down I snatched one of the brochures leafing through it. It was adorned with a bunch of feel good taglines and pleasant and encouraging euphemisms. They might as well just come out and say it; Inconitech Shadow Fit, because you can’t stop crapping your pants like a child. Maybe that’s a little harsh but it can get pretty grating when everyone sugar coats it. They were really going all out to win our approval side by side comparison, data points, a features list. I lightly scanned it all before the lights dimmed and the presentation began. I think we all blushed at the opening slide it read “Shadow Fit, you won’t even know they’re there until you’re glad they are.” I’d participated in these sort of demo and evaluations before and knew what to expect. Admittedly I was only half paying attention as the sales rep covered data points envisioning myself wearing such a garment instead of what I was in now. Nobody was expecting what happened next as the slide advanced. An earsplitting scream came through the speakers and a clip from some damn horror movie of a visceral horror attacked the screen briefly before the presentation continued. In that moment of shock I know I wasn’t alone in letting out a surprised scream of terror as I dropped the pamphlet flinching. When I finally recovered I blushed as a silenced hush fell over the room and a faint trickle of pee falling from some of the seats dribbled to the floor. That was the least of my worries as I realized feeling the squishy mass in the seat of my diaper I had lost control of my bowels in addition to flooding it. I could see those telltale darkened stains of a leaking incontinence garment. Fortunately it wasn’t leaking as bad as some of the others. Still though I wasn’t about to sit through the rest of the presentation in my own shit. I tried to excuse myself but instead, at the approval of Commander Ryan found myself brought to the front of the room. The room began to smell rather foul as judging by some of the other blushing faces of discomfort I wasn’t the only one who shit her pants. He asked me to lower my pants. It was mortifying as I stood there with my back turned to the small room slowly exposing my heavily soiled garment. The pastel princess adorned garment was badly discolored. I could tell the rear sagged heavily and since I had been sitting at the time of the accident my thighs felt sticky I had a bit of a blowout as well and could see brown smudges inside my pants. Using me as a live demo he seemed to go on and on about absorbent this, leak guards that had I been wearing a shadow fit their superior technology would have contained such an accident and prevented urinary or fecal leakage saving my pants from soilage. This went on for at least five minutes while I stood in front of everyone doing my best not to squirm as my shitty bottom was on display for all. He tried to be clinical about it but still I was standing in front of everyone including superior officers having just soiled myself. Eventually he dismissed me handing me a sample to change into and thanked me for my participation. I quickly left trying to walk normally which is rather difficult when you’ve got a load in your pants. I’m still in disbelief that they would let them pull that kind of shit but at least I got one of those shadow fits out of it… deployment can’t come soon enough. July 19th After what happened yesterday I really didn’t even want to leave my quarters. For a confidence booster I pulled out the all black incontinence garment and slipped out of my current pair tossing them aside. These things are incredible compared to the stupid pull-ups we get. I slipped it up my legs and the way it hugs my hips. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while just admiring my lithe body. They looked almost like real panties, they were quieter by a large margin than standard issue and if you believe the data sheet provided superior protection. What really made me laugh was they’re available with an optional Kevlar weave outer shell. Begrudgingly I slipped them off and folded them up neatly wanting to save them for a special occasion before pulling out a fresh pull-up. Butterflies and stars… who makes these designs. I didn’t really feel like doing much else and after a bit of lunch flopped back into bed for a nap. My flight out with my squad was tomorrow and I couldn’t wait. I woke up after an hour or miraculously roused by the feeling of a full bladder. I was pretty confused about not waking up in sodden padding. I kind of looked at the bathroom and just shrugged. I didn’t want to get out of bed so I just kind of peed. I soaked my pull-up of my own volition making some of those stupid patterns disappear before quickly going back to sleep. I didn’t wake again till much later finding I had leaked once again dampening my sheets. I don’t know what I was thinking I feel so childish, I regret doing it now. What kind of Juliet medal holder uses her pants like that with a bathroom so close? I bet general Williams never did something so stupid… July 20th Finally, time to actually do something. My flight out was today unfortunately it wasn’t without incident for a few of us… well all of us females anyway. Longer flights require the use of a portable relief device; A fancy way of saying a thick diaper because we’re not trusted to keep the seats of their fancy planes dry. Unlike standard issue these are the tape up kind and only given out in changing centers. It’s ridiculous we can’t even put them on ourselves. At 0500 sharp I reported to the changing station awkwardly waving to a couple of my squad-mates who were there for the precise reason I was. The air was heavy with the smell of stale urine and shit. I knew I was wet. I figured why bother changing out of my soggy pull-up, most women I think shared the same sentiment although I couldn't imagine going to get changed voluntarily with a messy diaper I think I’d die of embarrassment if they had to wipe my ass for me. I guess some of them don't care as much as I do about it but I guess that's why they still receive sub satisfactory marks on their potty training reviews. My change went on normally the stupid thing taped up around my hips sealing my fate for the next few hours. I could have sworn the nurse in charge of me gave me a disapproving look as she tossed my sodden pullup away but with the wasteband of her own garment sticking about the hem of her pants she had no room to talk. Once we were all aboard the transport it didn't take us long to taxi out and hit the skies. I looked around on takeoff and I could have sworn some of them were already squirming in their seats. I just rolled my eyes and tried to get some sleep irritated that more of my comrades didn't take their potty training as seriously as I did as I watch Staff Sargent Grimwold kind of gaze off and I knew she was using her relief device. Flying doesn't usually bother me but I don't really care for turbulence. I know Astrid hates flying and I could see her white knuckle clenching the arm rests on the seat before I drifted off certain she had already soaked herself. A couple hours into the flight I woke up with the plane feeling like it was about to be pitched from the sky. An anomalous weather pattern just sort of sprung up on the plane apparently and it was being thrown about like a child's toy by a rambunctious toddler. I couldn't stop myself as I let out a surprised scream at the shock of being thrown awake. I was vaguely aware my diaper was a little damp from my sleep but the sudden shock of being thrown around by the brutal turbulence was making it much wetter. Nervously I grasped the arm rests and tried to relax... to stop peeing but I couldn't. I hate that feeling, you try to clench your muscles but it’s like there's nothing there. Fortunately I managed to stop it at just pee but I could feel my bowels quivering and it vaguely smelled like someone had already filled their pants. Astrid was crying softly to herself as the plane gave another violent shudder and I could only assume she was the culprit. I did not envy her seat right now, being thrown around constantly squishing it everywhere... uhg. I tried to focus on staying calm to set a good example for the rest of the women in my squad but it’s easier said than done. I was doing ok until the plane hit an air pocket... The whole craft must have dropped a couple hundred feet in a second. That however wasn't the worst of it. My stomach flip flopped in the weitless experience of free fall as we were all lifted slightly out of our seats and a bolt of lightning hit the starboard wing. The crack of thunder was deafening and the light illuminated the cabin. I shrieked and so did all the other women and then I... Damnit two days in a row I shit myself after not having went in my pants for nearly a month straight. I know I wasn't alone that time in fact I'm pretty sure they all did... it certainly smelled foul enough. As I was in free-fall my whole body just reacted on fearful instinct pushing a large load into my protective garment then the fall stopped and smush... I sat on it with all my weight and let me tell you that did not make cleanup fun for the changing room staff. We were a sight after disembarking the men went off to their quarters but us women all kind of waddled awkwardly walked as best you can when you've pooped yourself. Some had even managed to leak through their personal relief device which I thought was a rather impressive display of cowardice. That was not a fun plane flight... July 21st First day back on deployment started as wet as ever. I wet the bed which I’m starting to wonder if I should even bother noting since it happens so often. At least my pull-ups didn’t leak this time. I had really hoped I was outgrowing it but I guess not… I know few if any women ever do but still… I bet General Williams or Peterson don’t have this issue. Speaking of which that leads me to an actual accident that god it makes me feel like a child. I didn’t even think I had to go that bad but during breakfast the mess hall was abuzz with chatter. I overheard excited snippets from some of the other women General Williams herself was going to be coming to the base. I was ecstatic though the details were fuzzy I was so excited I err well didn’t really notice that I started peeing myself. I didn’t feel the hot wet rush until it had engulfed my private area. I peed too much too fast not even realizing it in my excitement until it was too late. I leaked straight through my pull-up. The padding is often not adequate to deal with our sudden accidents I don’t know why they haven’t given us something better. Soon enough I was sitting in a puddle and I could feel it soaking into my clothes clinging to my thighs. Needless to say I quickly excused myself hearing the snickers of my squad as I walked away my fatigues plainly discolored by pee. I visited the head every half hour trying to empty my bowels. After two days in a row of not making it I didn’t want to run the risk of a bowel accident especially not even in a combat situation. It worked more or less. Even if I didn’t feel the need I went and made myself sit on the toilet sometimes surprised by a few streams of pee I didn’t even know was in me. I did wet myself once more in the afternoon however. I volunteered to help unload supplies I hated to sit idly by and let the men to all the work. It’s a matter of pride we constantly have to prove ourselves and our little bathroom issues don’t make it any easier. Jill volunteered with me and we worked in the blazing midday sun unloading crates with the rest of the guys in our squad. Crates filled with various supplies, munitions, mre’s and of course multiple crates of incontinence garments. Even with proper lifting technique you’re going to wet yourself with any sort of heavy item. It has to do with our weak pelvic floor or something. Even so I managed to keep each release down to a small dribble each time I hoisted something up with Jill’s assistance. Towards the end I could feel a familiar wet heaviness signifying I was soaked. I didn’t even think I had gone that much but I guess it just adds up over time. I pressed my hand against my crotch with a wet squish to judge if I needed to change; I definitely needed one. One more crate and then we could leave the rest and go change. My pull-up was decidedly drenched and I knew Jill wasn’t much drier. She’d always been a bit flighty and probably had the worst control of our squad. The crate was really heavy, neither of us was expecting it and she strained a little too hard. Luckily I was already empty at that point releasing only drops of pee into my swelled garment. Jill on the overhand went wide eyed and blushed deeply as the strain of trying to lift such a heavy object forced her to drop a load into her saturated incontinence garment. A soiled pull-up has a very distinct smell there was no way she could have hidden what she did but I felt a bit bad for her and just suggested we call it a day and go change. She agreed with a fervent nod eyes watering slightly. Jill walked off ahead of me and I could see the redhead’s fatigues sagging slightly in the rear as she walked away awkwardly. I hate how obvious it is when you have an accident like that. Jul 22nd First day back on the job and it feels good. Even woke up dry this morning! It’s an eight person squad consisting of myself the highest ranking at Sergeant Major, Jill Davis and Joshua Chambers are second highest at Master Sergeant. Then bringing up the middle we have Astrid Miller, Sienna Torres and David Lynch all at Staff Sergeant. Valerie Woods is our lowest ranking woman at Sergeant and our newest member Jack Burton is only a Corporal. We’ve all got a wide range of skills that complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses. As expected our first assignment was a routine patrol just to get us warmed up again. We got suited up went over the route and headed out leaving in one of the many MRAPs stationed there. It was a pretty quiet night Joshua was driving and Valerie was riding navigator. The silence of the night was shattered when we hit an IED that was waiting for out patrol. The cabin was immediately filled with the fearful cries of the other women but I managed to control my voice gripping the edge of the seat for support. We were all a bit shaken not to mention now in need of a dry pull-up. I could feel the sodden squish of wet absorbent gel between my legs thighs and with how Jill and Astrid were squirming they weren’t any better off. Sienna had lost it though she was crying shaking her head and that’s when the smell of a bowel movement assaulted my nose. Even though she’d never said anything I suspected she was a bit claustrophobic and the MRAPs weren’t the most spacious of vehicles. I should have comforted her as the commanding officer but I was still a bit shaken myself. Lynch moved in putting his hand on her shoulder. She quickly calmed down enough for him to move her to the floor of the vehicle which doubled as an effective changing station. Her face was bright red as he slipped her trousers down but there was little else she could do. It wouldn't suit to have her sitting in a pile of shit for the rest of our patrol and it was considered a team building experience. It was about as intimate an experience you could get with a squad mate. If you could trust them to change your shitty diaper you could trust them with just about everything. We all kind of turned away as best we could knowing how it feels to be changed with all eyes on you isn't exactly pleasant. Lynch was always good with changes though um not that I really know I mean I didn't have that many accidents especially not bowel accidents! After that we got through the rest of the patrol with no issues returning to the normal life of being deployed ENTRY PENDING REVIEW Review Council notes concerning entry dated Jul 22nd multiple statements of a questionable nature and the sensors in Sergeant Major Killians pull-up detecting a release of 573gr of fecal matter led to an inquiry of the events concerning the aforementioned night of the 22nd. Upon further review the council recommends extreme judiciousness. Her claim of “I didn't have that many accidents especially not bowel accidents” was called into question and only partially substantiated. Empirically compared to other 27 year old soldiers rank Sergeant to Sergeant Major she was 9.4% less likely to have an accident given most scenarios. However compared to the rest of the units in her squad she was only 3.3% less likely to have an accident. Interestingly though compared to all other Bronze Juliet Medal recipients Sergeant Major Elesa Killian was 1.9% more likely to have an accident in the following scenarios: combat, sleeping, strenuous exercise, long flights. Accident in this sense refers to the military standard of an involuntary loss of 150ml or more of urine and/or an involuntary passing of 100gr or more of feces into ones clothing. The statement that only Staff Sergeant Sienna Miller was the one to have lost control of her bowels was deemed unequivocally false as Sgt Maj Elesa Killian passed 573gr of feces into her pull-up and was deemed in need of a change by Corporal Jack Burton. Questioning now First Sergeant Jack Burton he gave this retelling of that night. “The first patrol back? I remember it... No Elesa definitely soiled herself. Lynch took care of Sienna but I could tell the way Major Killian was still crying and squirming that she had an involuntary bowel movement as well. I asked if she wanted help but she started yelling at me that as a Corporal I had no business changing her. I tried to remind her of SoP and the SoCoC during a bout of incontinence but just wouldn’t listen. Eventually I slapped her and threatened her with a spanking. I may have only been a Corporal but I knew the rules, everyone is trained in dealing with female incontinence. She calmed down a little and agreed to letting me change her but she wasn’t happy about it. I don’t know what got into her maybe it was the first mission in a while but she definitely freaked out a little.” This retelling has been corroborated with then Staff Sergeant David Lynch and Astrid Miller both part of the patrol that night. We hope this blatant disregard for the truth is an isolated incident and Major Killian’s otherwise honest entries will not be tarnished by this inaccurate report. Jul 23rd She’s here she actually is here! I didn’t have an accident today but its true General Williams is on base. I got a glimpse of her as she departed from her chopper. She got off last and looked like she was walking a bit funny. I bet that buffoon of a pilot bruised her up on the landing I’ll have to have a word with her. I can’t wait to speak with her she’s such an inspiration. Jul 24/25th What a disaster I… I don’t even know where to begin. Everything went to shit the morning after she arrived. I never thought it would actually happen but they got up the balls to hit us on our own base. They hit the hell out of us. They must have been planning this for a while because they actually breached the perimeter and fast. It started with a rocket volley I think and then I don’t even know it was such a whirlwind of noise and commotion. It was early morning breakfast was being served in the mess hall. My squad was about to meet up in a few minutes and grab some chow. When the commotion broke out we all kind of sprang into action wondering what the hell was going on. We ran out of the barracks immediately greeted by a hail of gunfire. Valerie and Jill kind of froze up not ready for the shock of being fired upon so early. I could tell they were doing their morning business in their pants. We all ducked behind a small retaining wall Lynch and Chambers had to help those two as they were mid bowel movement. The smell from those two was a bit distracting but we returned fire dropping quite a few of them. They had numbers on their side but after a while they started to fall back. We pressed them forward and saw precisely why they were falling back. Being dragged out of the building was General Williams in the hands of five or six of them. We were at a distance but through the scope of my rifle I will never forget the look of terror on her face and the darkened fabric of her urine stained pants. At that moment I learned she was no better than any of us. That sight put a damper on the squad but despite that and Valerie and Jill’s soiled condition we pushed on. They retreated into a slew of lightly armored improvised attack vehicles. I realized at that moment I was pretty wet as well. I didn’t even know it had happened or when it happened but I ignored it for now and we ran to the garage where we could get a vehicle to chase them down with. We weren’t going to let these bastards get away with this. We piled into the MRAP we had banged up the other day on patrol I was pissed and took the driver’s seat despite a few protests. I mean hey I’m not Michael Schumacher but I got passable marks on my field driving tests. Lynch rode navigator and the rest hopped in the back hoping to get a change while I drove. The MRAPs weigh I don’t know probably close to what a small moon does. All that armor plating isn’t light but they can still scoot. I didn’t have a problem catching up to them but running through the desert at full tilt didn’t make for a smooth ride we were getting pretty beat up. I don’t know who was manning the machine gun but the constant chugging of heavy machine gun fire was making short work of the fleeing trucks. I feel bad now but General Williams’s life was at stake. I learned later that Valerie and Jill couldn’t change because the ride was so rough. The just had to sit in their own soiled diaper getting thrown around in the back I’m sure the experience was less than pleasant. That is a condition we trained for though, it comes with the job. We chased them for I don’t know twenty minutes half an hour I’m not really sure. Regardless we followed them into the nearby city their forces were occupying and were greeted with a hail of small arms fire which the MRAP laughed at. Their tiny truck was a bit more nimble to say the least and we were losing ground smashing into everything in sight in the winding corridors that comprised their narrow streets. We rounded a corner in time to see a small group waiting for us rpg in hand. I screamed and admittedly started to panic as I lost control of more than just the vehicle. I shit my pullup badly. My stomach still hadn’t adjusted to shipping out and my accident just went everywhere. In the instant before the rocket hit I could feel just uhg… up towards my lower back, leaking out into my pants. The truck collided with a wall and was hit by the rocket and everything went black for me. The next thing I knew Lynch was dragging me out of the MRAP which was on its side as I came to. The deafening crack of gunfire quickly brought me to my senses as the rest of the squad was embroiled in covering fire as we moved from the crash site towards cover. Even through the adrenaline I could feel what a disaster I was. I had lost control of my bladder as well and my fatigues were soaked. My thighs were sticky, I smelled horrible and I didn’t even want to think about cleaning up in the field. I was out for maybe five minutes they weren’t sure exactly but apparently I had chased the truck into a dead end. As my head cleared he explained what was going on. After the crash the rest of the team neutralized the threats and pulled General Williams to safety in a nearby shop. I could see Joshua and Sienna firing at a few rooftops from under a nearby overhang. With Lynch’s help I was quickly inside and the other two that were outside slammed the doors shut behind us after a few moments. I could finally catch my breath not that the air inside was all that pleasant With Jill and Valerie just having had their shitty diaper changed. Astrid had her pants off as she finished tending to Jill and the discolored brown bulge was evident she was next in line. It was about that time I heard an unfamiliar voice from the other room and noticed Corporal Burton’s absence. Apparently he had drawn the short straw and had to deal with the inconsolable general. I pulled myself away from Lynch’s grasp and went to investigate the heated voices coming from the backroom. I caught angry snippets between the two. “General I need you to calm down…” “No I will not and you can’t make me!” “General please…” “I don’t care... I’m not! It’s not that bad!” To be honest it wasn’t how I pictured meeting my idol… shit trailing down my legs but I opened the door to find Corporal Burton at his wits end with General Williams who was being completely uncooperative. They were too embroiled in their argument to notice me opening the door. Jack saw me but the General’s back was too me giving me a look at her ruined pants. They were a mix of slacks and fatigues given to officers for wear while on base in a hot zone. I froze seeing she was no better off than I was. The inner legs of her pants were still wet from her loss of bladder control and the rear was sagging the fabric wrinkled and stretched taught by the weight of her own excrement. “I’m not wearing that!” she was pointing at one of the girly standard issue pullups that we had as part of our field kit. “Those are for children!” When she said that I blushed heavily knowing something nearly Identical underneath my stained fatigues. “No… they are for women who piss and shit themselves like you General.” He said getting rather flippant with her. “N…No I do not! It’s not that bad…” she whined despite the obvious which made me think of myself, do I whine so childishly when one of them tries to change me? He was only a Corporal so I guess I can understand when lost his temper with her. He bellowed at her and I could tell he was pissed. “You’ve shit yourself, badly… You’re already in violation of the Code of Continence section 17: All officers must wear protection with absorbency equal to or greater than standard issue while in a combat zone.” She froze hearing him quote the rules at her I didn’t really know what to say either. “I’m already going to have to report you for one violation now does it have to be more Fiona J Williams!” At the sound of her full name stripped of her title I could have sworn I saw her body flinch and her muscle quiver before the bulge in her pants grew slightly. In this situation he had every right to call her by her name but her response was less than pleasant and she started cursing. “What the hell did you just call me corporal I am a General!” she spat back before going into a tirade about years in service, respecting senior officers and more; jabbing her finger at him accusatorily. He was quick, General William’s wasn’t aware of Burton’s high close quarter’s combat scores. He grabbed her by the wrist and shoved her forward bending her over the desk before quickly undoing her pants and yanking them down. She wore a set of lacy black… well they were black but now smudged with brown pair of silken panties most certainly against the rules to wear without at least some kind of absorbent pad in them. It started suddenly, he spanked her… hard. After the first hit came another and another right on the seat of her bulging panties. It’s a maneuver saved for only the most unruly soldiers, it was humiliating, degrading but I couldn’t avert my eyes. My personal hero was being spanked after pooping her pants at the hands of a corporal. With all the famed rumors about her I never expected her to act like this… I didn’t really know what to think so I just kind of stood there dumbfounded and watched as he delivered thwap after thwap with a faint squish each time. It didn’t take long for her to be reduced to tears and I admit if I had anything left in my bladder I would have wet myself from the sound. Once he deemed her compliant enough he removed her ruined panties and tossed them aside. There was no cleaning them after such a bad accident. General Williams just stood there sniffling her body trembling every so often as he set about the laborious task of cleaning her up. Soon enough though she was clean and her pulled up a snug fitting standard issue garment around her hips letting the crinkly elastic snap into place. Her pants were a loss too… he tried to clean them but it would have taken a good source of running water to really get them wearable again and instead tossed a spare set at her from the field changing kit. I was next and truth be told I was more than glad to get out of my full diaper. I know some of the more…”interesting” comrades don’t mind it but I have that sticky heavy disgusting feeling after I pooped my pants… uhg. After her little tantrum I wasn’t in any mood to protest and she walked out past me blushing hard when she realized she had an audience. Burton cleaned me up well enough… he may not quite have the tender touch that Lynch does but I thanked him and fortunately my pants were salvageable if not a little clammy after cleaning them. Ten minutes later we regrouped in the main room of the abandon store. Lynch explained what was going on, the base was still dealing with all that happened and a few pockets of resistance were still active on the base. They wouldn’t be able to extract us until later. We just had to sit tight until further notice. General Williams looked utterly nonplussed about the fact she was stuck out here for an indeterminate amount of time. Valerie pulled out a deck of cards while Williams volunteered to keep watch excusing herself from the group and we entertained ourselves playing cards joking about the few times we’d played strip poker and ended up showing off our huggies. While under normal circumstances I think some of them would have just used their diapers out of convenience we had a small supply of spares and I am proud to write that we all made it to the toilet for the rest of the day. Even General William’s who seemed quite shaken hiding out in the middle of an enemy occupied city didn’t require a change; Burton was sure to check. One person traded off and was always keeping watch General Williams didn’t join us playing cards not that I blame her with how she acted earlier. Quarter after six we were radioed, they had our position and they’d send a convey tomorrow morning. It would be another twelve hours before we were picked up. We started dozing off and rounded off shifts so we could sleep. I was asleep and Lynch was on watch when we were all woken up by the sound of men speaking outside while Lynch shook us all awake. We all scrambled behind the counter ready in case they spotted us. The door opened and we all held our breath as a single set of boots slowly tromped inside none of us could seem him but we could hear the slow thump of methodic steps and see the gleam of a flashlight. Someone had given General William’s a sidearm and she clutched it trembling. The footsteps grew louder crunching over broken glass as he slowly walked by the front of the counter. I don’t know how he didn’t see us. On my left was the General and I could see her suddenly freeze as I heard a faint hissing. The unmistakable sound of pee hitting the fabric of a pullup. The General completely wet herself unable to handle the stress of the situation. I’ll admit I dribbled a bit as well but I was starting to wonder how the hell Decorated General Fiona Williams received the Gold Juliet Medal of Competency. He finally left deciding the shop was empty enough and we collectively let out a sigh of relief that our cover wasn’t blown. She wasn’t the only one to wet herself though. Sienna and Jill both soaked themselves but with few remaining changes we mulled it over. We decided to wait to change with still quite a few hours before pickup if one of had a bowel accident we wanted to make sure we had a change available. I was glad we did because not three hours later I woke up with my insides feeling like they were on fire. My stomach churned and cramped. I couldn’t move without feeling like I was going to throw up or shit myself. All I could do was hunch over and pull my knees to my chest and hoped the feeling passed. It started as what I prayed was a bit of gas that would make me feel better. It wasn’t just gas and I think I knew that but at that point I didn’t care. I pushed and it came rushing out of me. It was horrible, the watery diarrhea immediately filled my pullup with a soupy muck not to mention overflowing the leg guards and staining my pants badly. Somewhere in the throes of my repulsive bowel movement my overfull bladder decided I hadn’t had enough humiliation and decided to leave me sitting in a hot puddle of pee and liquid poop. I even started sniffling trying my best not to cry. I’m just glad Lynch was still on watch. He helped me up and carried me to the backroom so my pants would get even more stained though after two blowouts they were ruined. He was a little disapproving that I’d had two complete accidents but I can’t really blame him. I should have done better, I was disappointed with myself but soon enough I was clean again although I didn’t really want to put my pants back on. They were starting to smell of poop but I didn’t really have a choice. That’s all that happened to me although the next morning we got a message from hq saying to be ready for extraction. We were all up and a small line had formed for the bathroom and General Williams was at the end of the line. She was still wearing her pissy pullup from the previous night. I guess she just couldn’t hold it long enough to make it and I watched her clutch her stomach and hunch over slightly when it happened. There’s a sound that it makes and I don’t know how to describe it but it’s like a wet popping… or a crackling… I don’t know really but that’s the sound you make when you poop yourself and for her it was no different. I could see the seat of her pants stretched tautly against the padding of her wet pullup puff out slowly. She quivered and clenched her fists before it looked like she pushed. I don’t know but a moment later she was standing normally if not red in the face from having done her business in her pants again. Joshua laughed noticing what she was doing which earned him a stern glare. Now that she wasn’t freaking out though she insisted on changing herself and stormed off to the backroom where we had been disposing of our used undergarments. Just like that an armored convoy picked us up just like they said and we were whisked back to base. What a way to come back to deployment. July 27th Yesterday was an offday because of what we went through. Mostly just hanging out getting checked up by the base medical staff to ensure we were ok. General Williams was nowhere to be seen though, I knew she was still on base. I think she just wanted a day to recover and hide out in her quarters but what do I know. Anyway, the whole squad got called out to the training grounds and to my surprise she was waiting for us there with a sharp scowl on her face. She began going on about how we were rusty, we should have intercepted her capture sooner all sorts of nonsense. I mean we saved her the least we could have gotten was a thank you but she just lectured us for a good while before blowing the whistle that was around her neck leading us into drills mercilessly. I was glad to be wearing protection as the sudden loud noise made me pee a little bit soon that was the least of my worries. She was a real slave driver but it quickly became clear she was going hardest on Burton. My hero, my idol turned out to be a petulant vindictive child. It sucked but it really got me thinking if I’d been harder on some especially those in my squad because they were just following orders, trying to help me even if at the time I didn’t want it. The extended vigorous drills resulted in several leaking and messy diapers that direly needed changing. Given what she’d done the previous day I thought she would have been a bit more sympathetic. Jill, Sienna and Astrid had all messed themselves and were having a hell of a time keeping up. I had avoided emptying my bowels narrowly a few times along with Valerie but after most of the morning I was utterly soaked. Every so often I could feel dribbles of piss running down my legs but still we weren’t allowed to change despite my protests. I even quoted standard allotted changing time and the maximum time a female can be kept from changing after soiling herself but she ignored me. Mercifully our drills were cut short when a nearby construction crew fired up their equipment. They were repairing the damage done to perimeter defenses. The sudden noise of the extremely loud equipment startled the lot of us. Valerie completely lost it and the small damp half-moon crescent stains on her pants quickly spread down her legs as her bladder let go while she simultaneously vacated her bowels. I only wet myself! I mean it’s still humiliating to feel the warmth of your own piss running down your legs because your pullup is too soaked to absorb anything more but I didn’t poop my pants like everyone else even General Williams! Like I was saying “training” was cut short because I think she shit herself when she was startled, serves her right for working us like dogs. She didn’t admit anything but I could tell, we all could. The blush on her face the slightly awkward stance post facto we knew and I couldn’t help but smirk she was standing with full pants and I had only wet myself. She quickly made up some excuse and walked off doing the “I’m pretending there’s nothing wrong and I haven’t pooped my pants” walk. We were exhausted by that point and stumbled back to quarters. Poor Astrid and Jill had a hell of a diaper rash from that but fortunately we didn’t see any more of her that day. July 28th We had a patrol scheduled today looked pretty routine but I got a request to report to a council hearing. I was a bit puzzled as they usually tended to disciplinary action. I hadn’t even had breakfast yet but I dragged myself out of bed and threw on clothes. It was a short trudge across base and I couldn’t help but feel it had something to do with General Williams. When I entered the room it was quickly made clear. Corporal Burton was there at one desk and across the other room a rather irritated General Fiona J Williams. As his superior officer I was called in to corroborate his accusations against the general as such issues as abuse of rank wasn’t to be taken lightly. He had reported her for unfairly punishing the squad for what was in her eyes a less than acceptable performance. Not only that but she was singling him out for the discipline he gave her when he had been forced to change her into a diaper in the field. Retaliating against a subordinate officer for suspending the chain of command during a bout of female incontinence is strictly against policy and if found guilty she’d be in a fair bit of trouble. The proceedings started like any other, I’d been part of a few before, harassment, subpar performance and a few others. In a strange twist of fight I now found myself backing up Burton’s stories condemning the actions of the woman who I had modeled my entire military career after. The longer the case went on the clearer it became that General William’s hadn’t acted appropriately. I was watching for most of the time I guess out of morbid curiosity. I watched her expression change from when I arrived aloof irritation, to finish wide eyed apprehension. Just like that the gavel banged and the council decision was announced. “Conduct unbecoming an officer in her position.” As well as “Unfair treatment of a subordinate for acts performed in the line of duty.” The council talked amongst themselves of which I caught bits and pieces before addressing the three of us once again. The lecture they gave her was harsh but from the sounds of it well deserved. It wasn’t the first time she had the accusations brought against her but this was the first time there was enough evidence to actually enforce a punishment. After the stern lecture about treating someone with respect especially once they’ve changed your soiled undergarments for you they finally got to her punishment. She was blushing fiercely as they reminded her of her lack of control and even I recalled my little outburst the other day on patrol in the MRAP and blushed. “General Fiona J Williams, for your less than satisfactory behavior regarding Corporal Burton using his right to suspend the chain of command to deal with an extreme bout of your own incontinence. For the rest of your stay on base you will be required to wear maximum protection undergarments. During the first week the latrine is off limit and you will report to Corporal Burton for any change that is required. If he reports a change in your attitude we will consider how the remainder of your punishment will go, dismissed.” She looked understandably horrified and tried to protest earning only silent glares from the council. Jack couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the outcome but I don’t think he really knew what he was getting into. Nobody really liked maximum protection garments. As bad as standard issue was at least they were the pullup kind. They crinkled loudly, they were thick, plasticy, uncomfortable and obvious under your pants. For a competency medal winner it was the ultimate step backwards. The three of us departed and I had little desire to watch him force her into a diaper. I also had to deal with my currently soaked pullup. I didn’t get a chance to go in the morning after I dressed and well the sudden bang of the gavel made me spring a leak. I didn’t want to react obviously in the meeting so I just kind of let it happen. I tried to stop it but without hunching over and jamming my hands between my legs I couldn’t keep from wetting myself. I’m just glad it didn’t leak all over the chair in there. The soggy padding hugging my hips was at least warm which made the walk back a bit more bearable. July 28th Cross Referenced Journal entry from Corporal Jack Burton I couldn’t help but smirk a little at the outcome. I mean she deserved every bit of it. She had no right to treat us the way she did because she was embarrassed she’d acted like a toddler in front of us. I was just following the rules and what did I get, whispered threats every time I passed her and merciless drills. When her punishment came out I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel. I didn’t join the Rangers to just change shitty diapers but oh well, the sheepish look on the face of a general was worth it. She had lost all of her bluster when we left. Killian left just the two of us and I escorted her to the medical wing to pickup her new “underwear” Opening a pack I pulled one out with a chuckle and motioned for her to get up on the bed so I could change her. She opened her mouth to speak but just kind of froze. I could tell she wanted to slap me or curse at me but instead what came out was a mewling request to use the restroom before she was confined to wearing her restroom. I guess she normally did her business in the morning and rules were rules so I told her to just use her pants and I’d clean her up. If looks could kill I would have been incinerated on the spot. I just stood and waited for her to decide. Wasting a perfectly good diaper didn’t make any sense, at least I gave her the chance to get cleaned up as soon as she did it. She snapped at me and angrily spat back “Fine” realizing she had little choice before she started taking off her boots. For a woman who didn’t have any problem using her pants as a bathroom in the heat of combat watching her intentionally trying to soil herself was extremely amusing. She squirmed and wriggled and clenched her fists scrunching her face even grunt a few times before it finally happened. It started as a faint blossoming wetness which soon spread down the legs of her pants discoloring the fabric before splashing onto the floor puddling at her feet. Her relief and humiliation was palpable as she emptied her bowels as well. She still had her eyes shut tightly as the seat of her pants started to sag as a doughy mass slowly settled into her panties with a wet crackling noise. Once she started it didn’t take her long to finish and soon enough she was done. With a small grunt she finished pushing and stood awkwardly in front of my once again in very full pants. The whole room smelt of her “accident” and she glared at me blushing hotly. Never have I met another woman who could be so humiliated but still melt you with an angry glare at the same time. I don’t know what she was thinking but the next act was just so childish I wasn’t going to let her get away with it. She removed her pants once again exposing a lovely set of silken underpants now heavily soiled barely containing her feces within and sort of hopped on the table deliberately sitting in it. She purposefully attempted to make my job less pleasant by sitting in her own shit and then demanded I clean her up. I snapped at her when she did that calling her a petulant child and a whole slew of other things. When it became clear however I wasn’t going to clean her up before I put her in a diaper she quickly realized the error of her ways. I put the diaper on over her messy panties knowing that pair would need to be thrown away. She pleaded with me to change her first but I knew if I caved she’d walk all over me for the rest of her discipline. She may be a general but I’m not going to make exceptions just for her rank. I told her to come find me when her diaper needed changing and left after calling out to the nurse telling her that the general had a bit of an accident in her pants and needed a new pair. July28th cross referenced diary entry from General Fiona J Williams That irritating, crass, crude, insufferable corporal; How could they rule in his favor?! I am a General! I’m going to record every single thing he does and get him discharged once this is all over with. He made me… soil myself and then just put the diaper over my panties. Guidelines clearly state that underwear is not allowed to be worn over or under protective garments. He also intentionally called out to that nurse saying I’d had an accident and intentional humiliation of a superior officer for the condition of her fatigues is also against guidelines! The smirking look that nurse gave me when she took away my wet pants… I need to remember to get her name and report her too. Only one more week of reporting to him… I can do this. Uhg I still haven’t gotten that change from him but I really don’t want to see his face anymore. Everytime I sit or move around I can feel my own waste pressing against me and the panties just make it worse… damnit I liked this pair too but now they’re beyond ruined. I want the cost of these panties deducted from his pay!
  16. I feel dirty using that bland thing as a title but bleh I dunno. I have been sitting on this for a while its two chapters worth of a loose idea I had while playing Mass effect 2. I usually don't write fanfiction but femshep is just too much my type to pass up. Strong redhead female space captain, yes please. So please sit down and embark on a wonderful journey with me. Looking back its actually decent length if the mood takes me I may write more but I have so many unfinished pieces at the moment .-. anyway, without further adieu your story. “Shepard please sit down, we're not finished yet. I need you to talk to me about this... it is important to have you performing at peak physical and mental aptitude. Nocturnal enureisis can be a symptom of much large issue.” The captain of the SSV Normandy 2 blushed profusely listening to the words of her chief medical officer. No matter how clinically she spoke of it or how many technical terms she used the good doctor was still referring to her bedwetting issue. An issue an intrepid heroine such as herself should not be suffering. “I've ran every test available and it’s not cystitis or pyelonephritis. I also screened against every known Krogan, Turian, Salarian, et all based digestive tract infection that could have jumped ship and everything comes back negative. In short I can't find any medical reason beyond the normal female condition that you would start wetting the bed...” the silvery haired woman said with a sigh. “I suppose being brought back by the Lazarus project could have had an adverse effect on your core musculature and parasympathetic response but I just don't know...” she postulated. Shepard just blushed nearly as red as her hair. She knew it had been happening for much longer than before she had died. Even aboard the original Normandy every couple mornings she would arise tangled in a sodden mess of sheets dampened by her own urine. The primary difference was there was no ai aboard the original Normandy to track her issue until deemed a noteworthy pattern. Edi turned in a report documenting the commander's night time incontinence to Dr. Chakwas who had reviewed the document with a frown. The ai had been meticulous about its monitoring, frequency of unintentional voiding, a rough estimate of the amount of urine spilled as well estimated loss of sleep in hours and water consumed by regularly cleaning her sheets. It was all rather disconcerting to the doctor and longtime friend of Shepard. More worrisome than the contents of the report was the credence it lent the rumors that occasionally floated past her ears. Wild claims of Shepard's cowardice in battle the woman retreating from the field of operation her underclothes soaked with piss or sometimes worse... She shook her head clearing her thoughts of such matters turning her attention back to the captain before she spoke again. “This goes beyond the common issues of stress incontinence that I tend to see with some of the female soldiers. It's nothing to be ashamed about, you can't fight physiology in a high impact environment and high stress. I think... although I'm certainly not an expert that it might be psychological... I would recommend you speak with Kelly in private but I get the feeling the less people who know the better.” the doctor said running a hand through her silvery hair setting down her clipboard taking a more casual tone with Shepard. “You mentioned nightmares Shepard... maybe that's a good place to start.” She suggested trying to get her foot in the door with the reclusive commander. The redhead grunted in response looking rather irritated by the whole scenario. “Look Karin... its really a non-issue. So I pissed the bed a few times it happens to everyone...” she said defensively as a blush crept onto her cheeks. She downplayed the frequency but the doctor knew better with the empirical evidence provided by EDI. “Shepard please, I'm trying to help you... at least tell me about the nightmare.” the exasperated doctor asked trying her best not to show frustration at her captain's stubborn pride. “Fine... I... do you remember when we stormed the Collector's base.” she said quietly as a look of unease crept over her face just speaking about it. “Shepard how could I forget, your valiance saved me.... saved all of us. It hasn't even been a month past that momentous victory.” Chakwas said allowing herself to gush spilling praise at Shepard briefly. “Yes yes...” Shepard said sounding a bit miffed at the doctor's sudden enthusiastic response giving her a sharp look before continuing. “W...well I'm facing down that hybrid human reaper and the battle is going well but before I know it everyone is dead around me... Jack... Grunt... Miranda... Garrus... Tali... all staring at me with their dead lifeless eyes. I don't even know what happened but I let everyone down...” The stressed redhead said trailing off as she ran a hand through her hair letting out an exasperated sigh clearly uncomfortable discussing the situation. “I turn back to see the reaper laughing... it’s a bone chilling sound, the kind of noise you hear that cuts you right to the bone. The kind of sound you hear before you die and it gets me...” She explained letting out a shiver at the thought. A blush tinged her face as she once again had to pause to find her voice. “I usually wake after that and find I um... need to do laundry...” the captain said using the innocuous euphemism to help nurse her pride. “I see...” was the doctor's only response as she scribbled some notes onto a datapad looking rather pensive at the redhead. “Ok... I told you about the dream are we done?” she asked anxiously fidgeting in her seat. With a reluctant sigh Chakwas nodded. “You've opened up a little as I asked. I won't push you for more but try to take it easy ok Shepard? We'll touch base next week.” she spoke with a collected calm to which the soldier just responded with a grunt before getting to her feet and rushing out. She strode quickly from the medical bay anxious to get back to her quarters. The session had been longer than she had anticipated which only exacerbated things. During her retelling of the bone chilling nightmare she had dribbled slightly into her panties. Granted it was only a small amount but the dampness was distinctly present rubbing against her sensitive area as she took hurried steps. “I even scared myself with that... damn it Shepard get a hold of yourself.” she cursed her weak willed bladder with a scowl. Fortunately nothing showed on her officer's uniform thanks in part to the underwear she had procured. Aria the one and only crime-boss of omega had suggested the garments after witnessing a lack of control exhibited by Shepard after consuming one too many drinks at afterlife. Woven by special Asarii seamstresses the panties looked as if they were regular underwear. The pair she wore now a dark red nearly matching her hair. These underwear had a special bottom portion layer spun with fabric that had absorbency in mind to help minimize the obvious leaks and dribbles that would have instead dampened her pants. To a casual observer they appeared as if they were normal panties. They were a damn sight more discrete than the standard incontinence wear issued to Systems Alliance Military females for which she was grateful even though the protection provided was minimal. Her supply had been dwindling after a few too many full blown panty soilings which no matter how hard she scrubbed could not lift the stains from. Disgusted with herself she wore the last passable pair the rest of which she’d secretly deposited of in the ships waste material compression unit otherwise known as a trash compactor for disposal. Despite the leaks and arduous task of having to wash her underwear after having a messy accident they were still the most amount of protection her pride allowed herself to wear. “You’re a specter… not a toddler.” She would tell herself angrily denying the reality of her embarrassing situation while doing her best to assure her psyche she had it under control. Lost in her thoughts she idly pushed the button calling the elevator down to return to her quarters. She shifted ever so slightly trying to stand comfortably despite the clingy dampness between her legs. Darting into the lift as the doors opened she didn’t even notice the large figure of the rather imposing Krogan crew member waiting to depart. With a hard thud she walked straight into Grunt’s chest and let out a surprised yelp. The unexpected shock loosened her tenuous hold over her bladder and stumbling back she was vaguely aware of gushing warmth between her legs before she managed to clamp down and regain control as best she could. She looked up at the scaly alien and blushed doing her best to compose herself praying that her lack of control wasn’t obvious. The krogan just let out a grunt his nostril’s flaring slightly as the acrid scent of piss wafted past his nose. “My apologies commander…” he said gruffly before stepping around her leaving the surprised woman standing in the lift alone. She quickly pushed the button to take her to her floor. Squirming in place the now very noticeable wetness between her legs caused her to blush. Looking down she could see a small circular spot of wetness soaking through her pants. Her last leak had been enough to thoroughly saturate the absorbent portion of her protective panties. The unexpected leak had left her with a more pressing need to go. Tugging at the tail of her long officer’s shirt she felt the familiar tickle in her nose. The alien dander often irritated her sinuses and as the door to the elevator opened with a chime signaling she was at her floor Shepard leaned her head back convulsing ever so slightly before her whole body stiffened. Her pelvic floor dropped and it began. Throwing her head forward she sneezed loud enough to echo through top halls of the Normandy. She gasped when she finally stopped after the third sneeze and could hear the pitter patter of urine hitting the sterile floor of the ship. Her weak bladder was pushed over the edge by her sneezing fit and she could feel the liquid warmth creeping down her thighs down her calves darkening her pants the entire way down pooling in her boots. Once the stream had turned into dribbles she darted out of the elevator not bothering to clean the puddle behind her for fear of being caught and rushed into her private quarters feeling the pee in her boots squelch with each step. Hearing the door shut behind her with a hiss she just groaned looking down at her pants the sharp smell of piss biting her nose. Glumly she walked towards her bathroom stopping at the computer terminal. “EDI… unknown puddle of liquid in the elevator. Have a drone clean it…” she commanded the AI with an innocuous order. The computerized voice piped up. “Of course Shepard. Three hundred and seventy-six milliliters of female human urine removed from elevator one following your departure. “Is there anything else I can assist you with Shepard?” the ai asked. “N…no that will be all.” She responded quickly resuming her trip to the shower. Maybe it was the computerized voice, maybe it was the scientific quantification of how much she’d actually peed onto the floor of her cruiser. Whatever the reason hearing the mechanized voice of the ship’s ai announcing it had cleaned up her puddle of piss flustered the woman more than she already had been. Pulling off each boot she grimaced in disgust pouring out pee having to rinse out each piece of footwear with before setting them off to the side. Her socks were saturated and she left them along with her pants in the sink. Tossing off her shirt she stared momentarily at herself in the mirror whilst she unclasped her bra. Her panties felt slightly weighted down. The special fabric didn’t look particularly wet but appeared slightly thicker where it had swelled with pee. The worst part was how wet it felt between her legs and hopping into the shower she quickly let the warm water rinse her shame away wearing her panties into the wash to give them a preliminary cleaning to help keep the smell out. A soft knock came at the doctor’s medical quarters not three minutes after she had let Shepard leave. Slowly the feminine figure entered. Her curvy hips swayed ever so slightly as the raven haired symbol of physical beauty and strength approached. “May I help you Miranda?” asked a caring Karin Chakwas who could sense the unease radiating from the biotic. “Yes… I think so… at least I hope.” She said with a heavy sigh. “Well I'll certainly do the best I can...” the doctor commented sounding slightly absentminded still rather in disbelief over the conversation she had with Shepard just minutes earlier; the hero of the alliance secretly true to the rumors, a bedwetting coward. Doing the best to banish those thoughts from her mind she welcomed in the woman, the pinnacle of genetic engineering. Miranda sounded slightly hesitant a bit forced but otherwise showed no outward emotions wearing a cryptic smile as she was often seen. It hadn't been her idea to visit the good doctor but after a private message from the Illusive man she had little choice but to pay a visit to the ship's chief medical officer. Even with her extensive genetic biomodification, long hours of combat training and her powerful abilities as a biotic she couldn't fight her nature was having trouble dealing with her stress incontinence. As with everything that happened on the Normandy the Illusive man knew of Shepards issues. Miranda's issues however were a bit more troublesome. As a high ranking Cerberus operative showing such incontinence in front of alien forces was simply unacceptable. Granted her level of incontinence hadn't been as much of a problem as Shepard’s but while Miranda was working directly for Cerberus she would play by his rules. She let out another sigh before opening her mouth to speak again. “Doctor I've been having a few issues lately with...” she now wore a slight blush at the topic she was about to bring up. “Well... with my stress incontinence during combat situations as well a bit of trouble staying dry at night”. Karin nearly let slip that she wasn't the only one aboard the Normandy having such issues. She caught herself before accidentally blurting out such an embarrassing fact and responded with a slight frown. Grabbing her notepad she beckoned the biotic to sit next to her. It was clear the raven haired beauty was taking her lack of control rather hard and the fact that the illusive man himself had reprimanded her wasn't making it easier to discuss the issue. Karin slowly began asking the questions giving ample pause for Miranda to answer each with a thorough response. “How is your diet… exercise patterns… history of stress incontinence” were just a few of the questions asked to try to get to the bottom to see if there was anything that could be done to assist the distressed woman other than just prescribing protective undergarments and trying to ignore it. She listened as Miranda went into each subject answering each question with as much honest detail as she could. The doctor could help but wish Shepard had been this communicative about her issues which from what she was hearing were far more severe than the Cerberus operative’s. After the questions had finished the doctor retrieved a small plastic cup handing it to the other woman. “Now I need a physical sample to scan for infection. Its possible that your issues are being exacerbated by a urinary tract infection but I wouldn’t count on it…” She said not wanting to inspire false hope. Miranda just nodded snatching the cup from her hand quickly retreating to the medical office’s private restroom. In the hundreds of years of possessing the power of technology capable of transporting the human race limitless distances through space they still hadn’t come up with a better method that urinating in a small cup. With a bit of effort she managed to wriggle out of her skin tight suit soon standing just in her bra. With a frown she looked down at her panties and let out a resigned sigh. They were damp with pee she hadn’t even remembered leaking, maybe her control was slipping more than she thought. Sitting on the toilet she awkwardly managed to hold the cup under herself releasing a trickle of pee that unfortunately just dripped onto her hand. Eventually she managed to get a reasonable amount into the cup and struggled to stop her stream. Quickly redressing she scrubbed her hands raw still thinking she could smell the faint acrid scent of piss on her being. Marching out of the restroom she handed the cup to Dr Chakwas and asked “Is that is Karin?”. She carefully took the cup and nodded. “Oh… one last question. Your issues have they been limited to your bladder or have you had problems soiling yourself too?” she asked still doing her best to be clinical with the woman. Miranda balked for a moment at the awkward question but knew it was best to be honest. “Well… to be completely honest since we set off on the Normandy I’ve had a few accidents like that…” she admitted not wanting to think about the times when she had to walk awkwardly back to her quarters with a lumpy discolored bulge on the rear of her suit. “Can you give me an estimation of a few? Knowing how many times you’ve had a bowel movement in your pants can help me establish a pattern. I promise you can go after that…” She said watching the woman squirm under her question. Miranda blushed profusely unable to stop herself as the questions finally became too embarrassing. “I don’t know… maybe five times I think” she managed to stammer out before waiting for approval to go. “Thank you Miranda… I should have your test results soon, I’ll make my recommendation based on what I find and the information you’ve provided today. In the interim I think it might be best if you were to make use of a disposable incontinence pad…” Miranda just blushed slowly nodding. She had thought the conversation couldn’t get any worse when she had been asked to provide an exact number of times she had shit her pants but now she was being asked to wear a pad. It could have been worse she supposed but that hardly made it better. “If that’s what you think is best I don’t have much of a choice…” she admitted with a sigh knowing that the Illusive man had told her she needed to accept any sort of judgement rendered by the medical officer. Chakwas smiled apologetically at her. “I’m sorry Miranda I really am but for the time being I think it will help you stay dry. I will have a package delivered to your quarters… I won’t keep you here any longer.” She said escorting the thoroughly embarrassed woman out. She felt bad for the biotic not wanting to humiliate her any more than she already had considering she had been so forthcoming about her own issues. Now if she could get Shepard to react the same… She felt like a recluse staying in her quarters for the rest of the flight to Omega but after her incident on the elevator she felt rather sheepish even though nobody else knew of the incident. She passed much of the time sleeping in brief stints once waking to a small bit of dampness the rest her naps rather uneventful until she finally roused herself having a bit to eat as she watched the seedy spaceport slide into view. The reason their excursion to Omega was two-fold. Not only could she meet Aria and procure more panties to replace the pairs she had disposed of but a legitimate mission objective was there to look into. Blue Sun mercenary activity in the sector had nearly tripled and it seemed they were using their hub on Omega as their forward operating base. She would visit Aria alone as she always did then reconvene at the Normandy with her team and take a small detachment out to investigate what was going on with the mercenaries. Unfortunately while a swath of construction was going on their preferred docking spot was inaccessible while various repairs and upgrades were made as part of Aria’s never ending meddling with Omega. The Normandy docked at a different slip and Shepard slowly made her way off of the ship despite the protest of her going alone. To get to afterlife from the current slip their ship was moored at she had to make her way through the scum infested lower city. A haven of small time crime and aliens with nothing left to lost. Granted it wasn’t quite so bad since she had assisted Mordin in curing the plague but it was a veritable cesspool if nothing else. Tentatively she strode off the ship swallowing the nervous feeling that seemed to be welling in her stomach at the prospect of navigating the streets by herself. A lone figure disembarked the ship after the redhead keeping some distance between the two. The various Salarians Vorcha and Turian residents eyed her hungrily as she walked through the streets but none were so bold to make a move against the redheaded human female. Even they knew the supposed folly that would come from attempting to assault the Captain Shepard. It was only a matter of time before reputation alone would not protect her. She could feel their eyes on her and could only wonder if they could sense her fear. A particularly gruesome Vorcha had growled menacingly at her which she did her best to ignore as she walked by quickly. It was only until after she had put some distance between the creature and herself that she noticed the all too familiar warmth between her legs of her panties having absorbed spilled urine. She blushed and pressed onward trying not to let her fear get the best of her she was Captain Shepard damn it! She should be better than this! She failed to notice two Turian thugs muttering to themselves motioning at the woman as she passed the pair. “Look at that human walking around like she owns the place… I bet that equipment she’s got 's worth a couple credits down at the salvage shop.” He said to his partner in crime in his gravely alien voice. “What are you crazy? I think that’s Captain Shepard that human specter…” the other replied sounding a bit more sensible. “She’s not a specter anymore and besides I heard she’s just a coward! It’s just one woman are you with me? With those credits we could get the hell of this rock!” he said convincing the other alien. “Fine fine let’s just get this over with…” he said gruffly. Following the other thug the pair slowly began to trail the oblivious hero. When she turned the next corner she let out a sigh of relief seeing the large stairs that would take her to the upper level and out of the slums. Her sense of relief was short lived as the pair of Turians rushed the woman from behind shoving her up against the wall of a dilapidated apartment complex. She cried out her eyes wide with surprise as her heavy armor cracked against the concrete façade. “W…wait no please don’t hurt me…” she managed to stammer out as her eyes began to tear up in fear. “Look we just want your equipment!” one of the Turians said brandishing his knife being a bit surprised at the famed hero’s response he gave a hesitant look at the other alien who just shrugged pulling her off the wall. She stared at the two teary eyed utterly paralyzed by fear her whole body trembling as she was shoved back against the wall of the building. Pulling out his knife he held it up to her throat it was a dull mottled grey blade that glowed ominously in the synthetic sunlight of the artificial colony. The pair was rewarded with a mewling cry of terror accompanied by a sudden dribbling hissing sound. She was forcefully wetting against the inside of her armor completely saturating her panties and fatigues she wore underneath. When setup for atmosphereless incursions the armor could be made air tight but now it was not in such a mode and warm rivulets of piss flowed from the flexible joins in the plating puddling underneath her. A vast amount of the liquid simply flowed down her legs contained within her armor filling her boots with the tepid liquid. “Uhg seriously… she’s wetting herself?! Who’s going to give us credits for armor that’s been soaked in piss!?!” the other shouted in confused frustration as she just continued to tremble held against the wall. “I… I don’t know this can’t be the real Shepard I don’t know let’s just get rid of her and forget this happened…” he said ominously. She began to squirm slightly trying to pull herself free of the Turian’s grasp. “Stay still damn it!” he growled tightening his grip. “Whoa whoa whoa wait a minute do you mean kill her?!” the other asked… The rest of their brief conversation faded as the pressing threat of death at knife point overwhelmed her mind. She slouched slightly having been fighting to keep control of her quivering bowels but no longer could she fight her fear and with a frightful moan she felt herself start to go numb. At first it came out slowly until it me the resistance of her scarlet panties. She whimpered as a foul smell passed her nose before her whole body tensed forcing the remaining contents of her bowels into her pants with a grunt. With little free space between her body and the armor plating the warm muck seemed to spread out coating her backside before starting to stain her thighs. The two had gone silent their alien sense of smell assaulted by Shepared foul release. She had really just shit herself in front of them. They just stared in disbelief before the hushed whisper of a high velocity round pierced their skulls in quick succession leaving a crimson spray on either side of the terrified woman as the aliens slumped to the ground lifelessly. She caught her breath and awkwardly stepped away from the wall feeling her soaked pants clinging to her legs and her messy load squishing against her. Drawing her pistol clumsily she held it out pointing it at the two presumed dead Turians. Her trembling hand finally began to settle as things returned to normal and one of Aria’s security officers came running up surveying the scene. Seeing Shepard standing there with her pistol drawn over the two dead thugs he could only assume she was responsible. “Thanks Shepard… those two punks had it coming to them… you can go on ahead Aria’s expecting you.” The gangly Salarian announced as he began typing into his personal computer filling out the security report. Shepard nodded slowly “Of… course um any time…” she stood awkwardly as she holstered her pistol. The black of her armor barely showed the wetness and the small pool of piss had mingled with the Turian blood disguising her accident. She opened her mouth to speak when the Salarian waved his hand fanning the air interrupting her. “Going to have to talk to Aria about getting a Maintenance crew down here to look at the sewer main.” He said commenting about the smell currently emanating from Shepard’s armor. She blushed and nervously asked about a public restroom. “I could use a spot to clean off the blood…” she said lying about the true reason she needed to visit the bathroom. She was grateful for the believable cover glad not to have to make something up on the spot. If only he knew the real reason was to clean the shit from her underwear. He just nodded and pointed towards a small alcove towards the large set of stairs. “Over there on your right, you can’t miss it…” he said paying her request no mind going back to his business. She quickly walked off a slightly bowlegged quality about her normally fluid gait. Once inside she slammed the door shut behind her and engaged the locking mechanism. She could feel the sticky sensation of her own waste staining her legs and let out a labored sigh this was going to be quite arduous. She hunched over resting her hands on the cold metal sink staring at her reflection in the cracked mirror. At least her reputation as the fearless human warrior was still more or less intact for now… the Illusive man wouldn’t have to expend more resources to protect the image of Humanity’s greatest warrior despite another of her not so little slipup. She sighed once out of her armor and the full smell of her own liquid and solid waste hit her nose. Removing her pants she was glad to see they were only slightly stained most of the feces being contained in her panties. She gave one hesitant touch reaching behind her touching the sagging bulge on the back of her panties before she started cleaning. He moved from rooftop to rooftop keeping his eye on target as she walked through the streets his rifle slung to his back the Drell comrade to Commander Shepard Easily tailed her putting his skills as a ruthless assassin to work. He had been contacted privately by the Illusive man himself who had thought him best to shadow Shepard and keep her out of trouble or keep others from discovering the trouble she got herself into. Case in point the two Turians the oblivious woman failed to notice clumsily skulking after her. Withdrawing his rifle he radioed a nearby security officer before setting up watching the scene play out through his scope. He couldn’t help but smirk watching her flail around fearfully he could tell the exact moment it happened. The exact moment she lost control of herself and vacated her bowels in fright. He could see it in her face the mixture of disgust, fear and humiliation wrapped up into one expression. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her make that face and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. He thought as he effortlessly pulled the trigger saving her from further harm executing the two aliens just as the security officer started to approach. With any luck they’d both think each other responsible for removing the Turian scum from the streets. He couldn’t help but chuckle watching her awkwardly walk into the nearest restroom facility before stowing his rifle on his back knowing she would be a while. Marking down the details he grinned wryly at the situation here he was a Drell getting paid to protect the image of the galaxy’s greatest human hero who was nothing more than a figurehead to inspire the rest of them. Thirty minutes later she emerged poking her head out of the door. The scene had been completely taken care of, the bodies gone, bloody stains scrubbed clean and there was no trace a conflict had even occurred. Taking a deep breath she strode out of the bathroom her face once again wearing a mask of callous calm as she made her way up the stairs towards the main area of afterlife. Thane simply watched her go from a distance. He knew from there on Aria wouldn’t let anything happen to her, she was too valuable an ally. Her last visit to afterlife could have gone better amid the thrumming tones and flowing alcohol she had managed to find herself in a fight with a very large and angry Krogan. Before the bouncers could come in and stop the scuffle she had flooded herself leaving a small puddle of pee on the floor of the bar much to Aria’s amusement. Slowly she made her way inside nodding at one of the guards she recognized. She let the pulsing electronic music wash over her as she stepped up to the bar for a little bit of liquid courage. “A Turian red… and make sure it doesn’t kill me.” She said with a charismatic grin. The bartender just nodded letting out a chuckle. “You got it miss.” He said quickly preparing her a glass of the potent drink. She squirmed slightly whilst waiting for her drink able to feel the faint dampness as her underclothes hadn’t entirely dried. Gulping down the liquid she could feel the alcohol dull her senses as she set the glass down with a clink against the utilitarian bartop. With a deep breath and the stiff drink coursing through her she did her best to forget about the thugs she had run into earlier and made her way to the back of the club to meet with Aria. Meeting with the pirate queen was always a struggle for the proud woman. It was a battle of wits and bluffs in which she was doomed to fail as Aria held the trump card. One of the few keenly aware of her humiliating secret Aria quite enjoyed making the captain squirm watching the lithe human female’s face turn a shade similar to her hair never grew tiresome. “Good evening Shepard to what do I owe the pleasure..” Aria said setting down the datapad she had been typing away one before dismissing her guards. Shepard waited for the two to leave them in Aria’s private booth before returning the Asarii’s cordial greeting. “There’s no need to play ignorant Aria… you knew I was coming and what I was coming for.” Shepard said cutting straight to the point. Her brash attitude brought a slight smile to the tight lipped Asarii who spoke with thinly veiled arrogance. “Ahh yes, straight to the point as ever. More of the special panties tailored for your exact measurements.” The pirate queen said with a smirk to which Shepard could only blush. “These aren’t cheap you know, I’m doing you quite a large favor procuring these for you. I take It by your request you’ve been staying… less than dry.” She teased keeping the same tight lipped smirk as Shepard glowed with embarrassment. “You know that’s none of your business Aria!” Shepard fired back crossing her arms over her chest defiantly knowing it was true. The human’s act of defiance seemed to irritate the blue skinned woman who’s expression shifted to one of anger. “None of my business? For what I know about you Shepard I could have you dancing downstairs in one of Afterlife’s private rooms wearing nothing but a pissy sodden diaper with your tits hanging out!” she hissed back at the dumbstruck captain. “Now…” her demeanor changed back to a pleasant if not predatory grin as she continued. “Remove your armor, I wish to see the pair you are currently wearing. After the curt tongue lashing she had received from the Asarii she didn’t really want to protest but she couldn’t help but balk at the request when anyone on the balconies could see down into her private booth. Sensing her unease seeing her eyes flicker and dart around over her head out to the rest of Afterlife Aria tapped a button on her datapad darkening the area around the pair sealing them off from the rest of the club. “There Shepard, now it’s just us and I believe you were showing me something.” She said leaning back expectantly her eyes glued on the woman. With a sigh she slowly began undoing her armor for the second time that day going through the steps until she stood in just the normal clothing she wore under; the still vaguely damp pair of form fitting pants and a light fitting tee shirt. Biting her lip she wriggled out of her pants shortly after much to the amusement of the Asarii pirate queen. “There… satisfied Aria?” she asked knowing the answer as the alien slowly got to her feet slinking around her like a lioness stalks her prey. She tried to stand with a defiant expression on her face but her proud pretense crumbled at Aria’s next comment. “Why are these damp Shepard?” she asked taking the fabric between her finger rubbing it gently as she tugged the material away from the smooth skin of her ass. She paled thinking of her earlier accident and when she opened her mouth to blurt out an excuse Aria had already began speaking again interrupting her. “Tsk tsk tsk Shepard these are rather stained. You do know these aren’t for containing bowel movements…” she said teasingly. “You had another accident didn’t you did those two Turian thugs scare you dear?” she asked hitting the nail on the head. “I read the security report the responding officer praised you for ridding the slums of those two but I’m not so sure you could have done it while cowering in your own filth worrying if they could smell your fear… anywayyy I think you need something a bit more protective than just training panties.” She said with a smirk letting go of the fabric snapping it against her skin. Shepard was flushed at this point utterly humiliated by the Asarii her voice sounding small timid. “I… I don’t and they’re not training panties!” she protested. Even saying the phrase training panties made her shudder averting her gaze from the other woman. “Please Shepard, they are panties for soaking up your piss when a leaky little girl like yourself gets scared and piddles in her pants and as for what you need it would seem even your chief medical officer agrees with me.” She said with a smirk handing the humiliated human her datapad revealing a requisition for various adult incontinence wear signed for by a Dr Karin Chakwas. Shepard looked over the order her eyes wide as she realized the doctors intent to move her into diapers. “There seems to be an awful lot of supplies listed though, maybe you’re not the only one having an issue with staying dry.” She postulated with a snicker. “Maybe your resident tough girl Jack isn’t quite as tough as she thought… or maybe it’s your little biological marvel the perfect woman’s not so perfect or maybe even Samara… being a justicar is a rather stressful position who knows the toll it takes… but the obvious answer is you Shepard… she has procured YOU diapers because Cerberus can no longer afford to run the risk of humanities greatest hero being found out she’s actually humanities biggest coward.” She took a deep breath before sitting back down. “You may dress.” She said allowing her to cover up her stained panties. “I will have a shipment of clean panties sent to your ship just as you requested, try not to ruin them this time… I would also like to know who on your ship is having issues. If I had to guess there’s at least one more judging by the varying sizes ordered.” She asked giving Shepard a command rather than a request. “I… I’ll see what I can find out.” She muttered quietly as she sealed her armor once again feeling safely hidden under layers of armored plating. “Now that… that’s out of the way…” Shepard began, her blush slowly fading as the heat left her cheeks. “I didn’t just come for that reason I also came to check out the…” “The blue sun mercenary activity? Yes I know” Aria said sounding slightly annoyed that Shepard seemed to think she didn’t know every major operation going on Omega. “An alliance marine squad’s beat you to them though. They’ve been engaged in a heavy firefight for all of an hour now.” She said idly as if she expected Shepard to already know this. She tapped another button on her datapad before turning back to Shepard. “They could probably use your help, who knows how much more supplies they have before they’re overrun.” She said with callous disregard for the human squad. “I’ll give you the coordinates and how to get their through the sewers. You can leave through afterlife’s private floor, it’s closer to the maintenance shaft access. I know you want to help them, just try to keep your pants clean although your little marine friends probably have very little room to talk. Have fun Shepard.” She said with a wicked smile and a wave signaling their conversation was over. A door opened behind the room different than the one she had entered through. Quickly she made her way through the door and trekked through the lower private levels of afterlife Aria’s words about making her a performer there echoing in her head. Once again she emerged into the seething underside of Omega and with her pistol drawn she made her way towards the access hatch. After what happened earlier she wasn’t going to give some thug the chance to sneak up on her. Radioing the ship she cleared her throat before giving a swift order. “Garrus, take Jack and Miranda to these coordinates and make some noise to distract the Blue Sun’s. Shoot em, blow em up I don’t really care I just need their attention taken off of their current target so I can get them out of there.” She said gruffly before shutting off the link sending them the coordinates of the mercenary camp. Her shadowy protector frowned as she suddenly burst onto the coms announcing her plans. He was still waiting for her expected return and wasn’t entirely sure he could reach a good vantage point before she potentially did something foolish. With a sigh he packed up his rifle and quickly gave chase. Ducking into the hatch she followed the readout on her visor trying to ignore the nauseating smell of the sewers. The inky darkness of the poorly lit tunnels wasn’t helping her confidence. She was jumpy enough as it was without the shadows preying on the corners of her vision seeming to move just out of sight when she gasped and leveled her pistol at nothing. She could feel the nervousness bubbling in her like a spring of uncontrollable emotion. She had never liked the dark especially since she had died. Her last memories of the original Normandy before the cold void of space claimed her were sudden brilliant explosions and then near darkness only the glittering of stars in the distance. Many things had changed that day and a lasting fear of the dark impressed into her mind was only one. Fortunately it wasn’t that far of a trek but one that again would not be without incident. A sudden screech and fluttering of wings as one of the alien creatures that resembled a bat let go of its perch lunging at her. She shrieked in surprise shutting her eyes tightly firing her pistol wildly. Her shots missed by a wide margin with her eyes closed but it was enough to scare the creature off. She could feel her heart racing in her chest her breath shallow and her nerves feeling alive from the rush of adrenaline and fear. Then of course she felt the warm dampness between her thighs. She blushed in the dusk of the sewers and squirmed slightly cursing herself. “but I didn’t even feel it… I guess I shouldn’t of had that drink. Goes through me every time.” She muttered before pressing onwards now with the irritating feeling of sodden panties clinging to her tender skin. She broke into a jog wanting to get out of the tunnels quickly and soon enough she had reached her destination. As she climbed the ladder to freedom she could hear the muffled sound of small and heavy arms fire and cursed aloud before shoving the access hatch aside. She peeked out seeing an open courtyard with a dilapidated apartment complex surrounding it on all sides. Through a wide entryway she could see a large contingent of blue sun mercenary’s firing towards one of the upper floors. Hoping their attention was held by the marines she pulled herself out of the narrow access port and ran for cover. Muttering a short thanks she exhaled at the fact they hadn’t opened fire on her as she dashed to safety. Now she just had to find them knowing it would only be a matter of time before the small squad would be overrun by their superior numbers and firepower. She ran quickly choosing the second floor of three and making her way towards the front most rooms where judging by the mercenaries gunfire she could find them. The corridors were empty and general silence save for the constant bursts of arms fire permeated the building. Arriving at a room she heard hushed talking along with the sound of rifle shots. With her rifle out but not at attention she grunted kicking open the door to the room. One of the marines inside let out a surprised yelp raising her rifle to face the sudden intruder. A look of realization overcame all of the soldiers and they all saluted before relaxing lowering their weapons. A gruff voice spoke up “Damn it I thought I told you I wanted motion trackers in the hallway and here we have captain shepard herself barging in undetected!” a short raven haired soldier spoke to the surprised woman who was closest to the door. She gave a sheepish apology and looked down at the screen mounted on her wrist tryping furiously. Shepard wrinkled her nose as she entered the room shutting the door behind her. I smelled like at least one of the squad had a rather bad accident in their standard issue protection. She couldn’t help but let a hypocritical smirk creep into her lips as the squad captain approached her. She could see the woman had forgone mandatory protection as some of the more confident or arrogant ones did. Consequently when she had been the first of her squad to lose control when ambushed by the Blue Suns it was painfully obvious. Her combat fatigues were darkened by urine the inner sides of both legs still looking rather wet and judging by the foul smell as she approached the rear of her pants would be just as stained. She blushed profusely being caught by the fabled Commander Shepard after having used her panties as a toilet “I don’t know how you got past the Blue suns but they’ve pushed us back into this complex and we’re running low on heat clips. I don’t know how much longer we can hold out… damn glad to see you showed up though, Captain Suun of the widowmakers 152nd” the soldier said as she turned to lead Shepard cautiously to peek out over the balcony. As she had thought her pants sagged showing a rather sizable bulge of shit contained within. Discretely she tugged at the soiled fabric of her pants trying to squirm in a more comfortable position a difficult prospect when she’d completely messed herself. “Widowmakers…” Shepard mused seeing the angular insignia of a black widow spider on their armor. The wall behind the balcony was crumbling, riddled with holes from the blue suns fire. She peaked around the wall before withdrawing cursing aloud. “I think there’s even more of them hey hotshot I thought you were picking them off!” she growled to the woman laying on the kitchen counter across the room looking through the scope her rifle out the empty frame of a small window. In her position her shirt had ridden up slightly exposing the waistband of the protective disposable standard issue undergarment she was wearing beneath her armored pants. “I’m working on it captain but they keep bringing in reinforcements and they have a lot of cover!” she protested defensively. Shepard opened her mouth to speak when from the snipers spot she heard a shriek of surprise as she dove off the counter before a rocket slammed into the wall she had been shooting through. Shepard and the captain crouched down in surprise instinctively shielding themselves from the blast. The redhead could feel a small trickle of pee dampen her panties absorbed by the special material as the room shuddered from the explosion. The marksman wasn’t so fortunate with her control as staring through the scope she saw the rocket flying straight at her position. Her bladder let go the moment she saw the high energy projectile hurtling towards her spot. A sudden flood of warmth filled her incontinence garment. The gel-like material that functioned as the absorbent core swelled inside her combat trousers before the thinness of the garment failed and piss began to puddle under her hips and stomach soaking into her clothes. As she dove off the counter she curled into a defensive ball her bowels emptying in terror as the explosion tore apart where she had just been. The seat of her diaper quickly expanded to accommodate her frightful release as she helplessly filled her garment. From her position curled on her side she could feel some of the semi-solid feces slide past the cuff squished out into the leg of her pants. Once the dust settled the captain turned back to Shepard starting to look a bit panicked. “I hope you have a plan to get the hell out of here…” she said before another explosion rang out. This time it sounded as if if had come from the mercenary camp. She just grinned and nodded “That would be my team and our ticket out of here.” She said motioning for the marine to peak out the open balcony again. What she saw was a godsend; chaos had broken out in the ranks of the Blue Suns, they were firing away from the building. “I’m assuming you’ve got a way out of here then.” Once again Shepard nodded “I came in through the sewers there will be no mercs in there but the entrance is in the middle of the courtyard so we had to wait for a distraction. I suggest we move quickly.” “Ok, we’re getting the hell out of here.” The raven haired captain barked at her squad. The blond marksmen was on her feet looking a bit shaken and standing in a rather awkward position but otherwise no worse for wear. They grabbed their equipment and checked their weapons before heading towards the door anxious to leave the cramped room that reeked of their own waste. As they approached the door it flew open catching them all off-guard as a Blue Sun’s infiltrator lunged through the open space. Shepard gasped in surprise as she clumsily reached for her sidearm. She felt a sudden jet of urine escape from between her legs into her already wet panties. The absorbent fabric could soak up no more and she felt a single trickle starting to make its way for her leg. She blushed slightly and judging by the shocked faces of the other soldiers she wasn’t the only one to experience a loss of control. The brunette who had approached the door and failed to get the motion sensors running was experiencing a complete loss of bladder control as hot urine flooded her diaper. In a flash the still peeing soldier was in his grasp a large knife pressed against her throat. He spun her around to face the squad keeping her arms pinned behind her back. Her face was a mixture of fear and shame as the warmth of her pee surrounded her waist before overflowing the padding. Two small crescents of wetness began to form on her thighs where the garment leaked through the leg cuffs and she let out a terrified whimper. The knife pressed firmly against her throat was too much and her quivering body vacated her bowels in utter fright. “N…no please don’t kill me” she managed to stammer before unconsciously letting out a quiet grunt as she finished defecating in her pants. The foul smell in the room intensified around her and her assailant sneered wrinkling his nose. “Did someone have an accident.” He chortled using the soldier as a shield as the other’s raised their weapons at him. He reached down giving a firm grope feeling the soft lump underneath the sodden padding and smirked as he yanked down his knife in one motion cutting open the front of her pants. Her fatigues slid down to her knees revealing a standard issue alliance military incontinence garment in dire need of being changed. The once plain white garment pulled on for ease of use and was fairly thin for the sensitive issue of discretion but in this scenario provided to be inadequate for the soldier’s fear response. The dull white material had a faint yellow hue that seemed to encompass the front and the rear sagged heavily discolored by her solid waste. “Drop your weapons or the toddler here is going to learn what else a blade can do.” He said with an icy drawl as the blade returned to her throat. She shuddered feeling the steel of the blade and managed to find her voice to spit a retort. “Fuck you… I’m not a toddler!” she said mustering as much defiance and venom to her voice that she could manage while wearing a padded garment she had clearly made use of. “Really?” he asked with a bemused tone. “Does a big girl poop her diaper?” he asked gripping the waistband of her pullup and tugging it upwards forcing the soldier to feeling her own feces squished against her skin. She shuddered shutting her eyes and shook her head slowly as the other women in the room all blushed knowing any one of them could be in the same situation. “Answer the question!” he barked pressing the knife against her neck drawing a trickle of blood. She yelped and shook her head. “N…no” she said trembling with fear. “No what.” He asked authoritatively not letting her get off easy. She just hung her head and spoke quietly as tears started to drip down her cheeks. “no a big girl doesn’t poop her diaper…” she said in humiliation. “Good…” he began with a smirk before the other brunette had enough and interrupted him “Enough fucking pervert let her go!” she said taking a step forward challenging him her rifle never leaving its ready position. Shoving the soiled soldier forward a flurry of motion broke out and chaos engulfed the room. The two brunette’s collided with a surprised yelp. Her avenger rifle discharged firing at the heavy weapon’s expert who dove for cover as the squad captain balked trying to make sense of the situation and the weaponless sniper cowered behind her. It was only a matter of seconds but everyone seemed to act in slow motion as he lunged after the second brunette currently tangled with her squadmate crashing to the ground. The short burst of energy from the M8 rifle nearly struck the heavy weapons expert. She managed to clumsily dive out of the way but her evasion tactics weren’t entirely successful. Searing pain radiated through her body as the blast of friendly fire grazed her leg. The muscular woman hit the ground barely aware her parasympathetic nervous system had triggered an extreme fight or flight response and her body reacted by completely voiding both bowels and bladder into her incontinence garment. Her fearful expulsion was rather sudden and by the time she hit the ground her bowels were empty but the seat of her brief was very full and warm trickles of piss leaked out soaking into her pants. He flew at the downed brunettes like a wraith knife in hand. She stared at him wide eyed holding one hand out as a pitiful defense trying to shove her teammate away with the other. The point of the knife was driving straight towards her and she let out a squeal of terror as she began soaking herself. Her large bladder easily soaked through her disposable garment as liquid flowed from the joins of her thighs and puddled under her leaving her a sopping wet mess. Unfortunately she’d been having a bit of trouble with her stomach recently so when the marine began vacating her bowels the watery mush expelled into her pants was not easily contained. It squished everywhere filling every crevice rising up towards her lower back threatening to spill over the top of her waistband of her diaper. During her uncontrollable evacuation she was saw as he was about to strike a sudden burst of light, the discharge of a weapon and then silence. His body lifelessly fell to the ground and his knife clattered harmlessly away. The threat was neutralized and on the other side of the trigger a nervous Shepard having reacted when she finally had a clear shot. The squad captain seemed to come to first albeit still sounding rather shaky. “move out all of you, get up now!” she barked at them walking awkwardly to the door checking the hallway to ensure he had acted alone. Shepard slowly made her way out of the room following the captain distinctly aware of the wetness between her legs. She had leaked a bit more during the fight. Cursing her weakness she composed herself just glad her heavy armor showed nothing compared to the elite squad’s outfits. They slowly filed out of the room much to the ire of their captain. “Disgraceful, I may have shit myself but unlike you toddlers this is the first time all week.” She said with disgust jamming the butt of her rifle against the sniper’s sagging pants as the departed down the hall eliciting a yelp of disgust and a foul squish. Shepard quickly took the lead for reasons more than knowing where the entrance hatch was. The primary reason was to get ahead of the soiled squad-women and their foul smell that seemed to surround them. Being in front was little reprieve but at least it provided some relief from the stench. Arriving in the courtyard she kept against the wall and walked until she could peek around the opening. Her squad had come through and the fortified position was all but abandoned to go deal with the sudden assault. “Go, now!” she yelled back at them pointing at the access hatch she’d left open. The five women ran some more awkward than others all quickly making her way down the ladder with Shepard coming down after sealing the hatch behind her.
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