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  1. This is somewhat a continuation of another thread. It came to my attention that I might know of a few fear wetting videos that others might not. Here are some that come to mind. They are paid The Beautiful Bella Ink pretending to be in a house robbery https://www.kinkbomb.com/p/bella-peeing-satin-panties-in-fear/216885 Desperate Jayne https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/18697/1585312/fear-wetting Sinna(I think) https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/47160/9208467/snake-fear-desperate-wetting Old INeed2Pee vid https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/8256/543363/ineed2pee-sara-wet-her-pants-in-fear-fright-female-desperation-to-pee-video Dixie Comet https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/70886/17578894/the-auction Multiple girls, rare studio. Wolf https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/32800/9327227/big-bad-wolf-bed-wetting-wmv Unknown https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/140969/21965291/milf-pranked-and-pisses-herself-4k Exxotiqua https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/91049/16947980/got-so-scared-i-soaked-my-pants Marianas Sexy Shop https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/90859/15902588/that-night-i-was-so-scared-that-i-peed-my-pants Scared of heights in tree https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/8256/7934795/ineed2pee-kadie-wetting-her-yoga-pants-up-in-tree Alyssa Reece https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/77295/24054453/peeing-my-jeans-during-a-robbery The Allison Miller https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/44837/16812366/im-so-scared-i-could-pee-my-jeans
  2. Alright so it's called Watashi, Nouryoku wa Heikinchi de tte Itta yo ne! A red haired girl is thrown by her friend towards a dragon in the sky and she falls and immediately is embarrassed and covers her crotch with her hands This is at 8:45-9 min Then later at about 10:30 or so, her companion goes looking for her and she is bathing and tries to sheepishly explain why she wet herself. Her clothes are shown on a drying line after being washed.
  3. I try to stay up to date on post history but as always feel free to banish this post admin if it's not new. *The episode seems to count seconds remaining in the video rather than time already watched. The scene occurs with about 13 minutes REMAINING in the episode. You should see about 13:10 on the timer when it happens. One of the girls pees herself after a prank following the telling of a horror story and the very light stain spreads under her on the floor as she is sitting https://animepisode.com/nekopara-episode-7-english-subbed/
  4. Based on real experiences. Attempting to make light of the trauma by putting it on paper. May be depressing and potentially triggering. 95% narration, 5% wetting. “Anything else you’d like to share with me?” My teacher asked after I had finished telling him, in a relatively calm voice, about a portion of all the unhappy events from my past. The blazing morning light was streaming in through the office windows; this February had been an unusually warm one. Not good news for me. My arms were firmly wrapped in long black sleeves, a futile attempt to hide the aftermath of my misdeeds while unwittingly announcing to the world the crime I had committed. Those scars from my paper knife seemed to act on behalf of me. I got my knife taken away for them. The deputy principal saw me for them. They put me under supervision for them. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Not even a hiccup. Deep down I was fully aware that there was a dam ready to burst, that I could keep on pouring out what had happened to me for hours as long as there wasn’t that goddamn math lesson waiting for me a few minutes later. But nothing came out. I began scanning my soul for the problem like a software scanning itself for bugs. Surely supervision itself couldn’t be the problem, not if it meant nothing more than speaking to your favorite teacher for ten minutes each morning. Math couldn’t be the problem either, despite that I never was good at it, and despite that the subconscious part of me constantly braced myself for someone to yell at me for anything I was not good at. I myself must be the problem then. With this thought I glanced down at my left arm. It was clad in a black sleeve, but I felt as if I could see right through it. Lines, crosses, dots, all in red, zigzagging, overlapping, marking my arm. Like pen on a test paper. “Anything you have to say for yourself, young lady?” She stood in front of the classroom and growled at me, a whole ten seconds after flinging the whiteboard marker in her hand across the classroom with an almighty swing, aiming towards me in the corner. That growl, compared to one produced by an adult female, was closer to that of a female lion on the Savannah; I swear it could be heard within miles. “Sleeping in class - is that how our prodigy uses her magical powers to study instead of listening to the teacher?” Prodigy. I hated that word. She talked my mother into signing up for her extracurricular English lessons because she convinced her that I was one, before putting me in the worst seat in a class full of teenagers five years older than me. The ways that bunch of fifteen-year-olds welcome an advanced ten-year-old into their class were pretty much something you would expect, from “accidentally” knocking her book onto the ground to rolling their eyes whenever she made an attempt to interact with them. As for sleeping in class, I was fairly sure that it was something all normal ten-year-olds would be inclined to do if they were kept in a classroom at 10 p.m. Right - that is exactly the time she preferred to drag her evening lessons into, since so much of them had already been spent on yelling and sneering while checking our work, laced with some occasional yanking and kicking the chair. Staring at her distant figure, I tried very hard not to recall the time she pinched my chin with her free hand while holding my notebook with another till I see stars. “Oh dear,” she sneered as she slowly, very slowly, descended from her sacred place in front of the classroom to where I sat, “that’s right - you have absolutely no respect towards your elders. Do you know,” my notebook was grabbed from my desk without warning, “how we refer to those who have those wacky brains but are disrespectful?” The room was silent. An answer was not expected from them, and everyone, including her, knew that one was not expected from me either. “We call them poisonous.” she calmly answered, twisting my notebook in her hand, “and by poisonous I mean that you devastate your parents’ and your whole family’s lives and reputation. If I were your mother, and I’m glad I’m not, I would’ve sent you away before sunrise.” With that word, she dropped my notebook back onto my desk more forcefully than necessary before striding back to the front of the room. The pages of the notebook billowed slightly at the remainder of that force, fluttering to past assignments where the marks were, as always, low. Lines, crosses, dots, all in red, zigzagging, overlapping, marking my paper. Like scars on an arm. I myself must be the problem then. “Look at your grades.” The only source of illumination in the classroom was a faulty LED light that made funny noises while edging her dark silhouette with a silver glisten. It was dark outside, and it was late. Very late. I had long lost track of time; the only thing I was sure was that it had been long past 10 p.m. since I was kept behind after she dismissed the rest of the class. For the first time I wished I were with those teenagers. Or with anyone at all. At any place in this world as long as there was access to a toilet. Having been kept behind meant that I had not been able to take a break for hours, and now my bladder was making itself known, in almost the same way she was venting on me. “Just look at it - prodigy.” My face must have been paler than the ring of silver around her, partly from sheer fear, and partly from the effort of holding in the contents of my bladder. I stared into the void, not at her, not at my paper. Obviously a fifth-grader failing a test designed for tenth-graders was a felony to her, I thought. “I’ve never seen such poor work.” I could swear I heard her teeth grinding as she said that, “And I’ve never seen such a pathetic student as you.” The silence that punctuated her lines were as dark and suffocating as waters in the Mariana Trench. Then it was broken by thin, neat sounds of paper ripping apart as she tore my test paper into tiny pieces, before reaching back for a plastic ruler conveniently placed behind her at that very moment. “Give me your hand.” She grinned, the kind of grin serial killers carry around while searching for their next victim. I did - as if I had other options. It was the weirdest experience ever. I heard the smack, but I could not feel it. All my senses seemed to have descended into some sort of protective fog I had evolved since meeting her. However, though I could not feel the smack, I felt something else. I felt my crotch growing warm and wet, I felt water streaming down my legs and pooling around my feet, I felt my the pressure n my bladder dropping as it if were a living organism acting on its own will, I felt - I felt my soul withering, along with my ability to shed tears. My bladder was numb like it would be in any fear wetting scenario, but the rest of my body physically hurt. For a rare moment or two she was silent, probably stunned at this unexpected wetting, at least to her. Clearly my protective fog was not thick enough, for it was torn open by the shrill voice she used to yell at people in class: “Get lost - out of my sight, you disgusting spoiled brat - Now!” For the first time I was happy to carry out her order, not grabbing a look at those shredded pieces of my test paper lying across the desk, for I knew all too well what they looked like. Lines, crosses, dots, all in red, zigzagging, overlapping, marking my paper. Like scars on an arm. And out of her sight I went. My mother did not manage to pull me out from her extracurricular learning center without a lot of pleading and ranting from her side and much more phone calls than necessary. She could have forgotten about me the instant I stopped paying my tuition, yet she had lived with me for much, much longer than I would have ever wished. I began waking up at night coated with cold sweat. I began to develop irrational fears towards people similar to her in whatever ways. I began to resent the word prodigy ever since even though I ceased to be one after I finished primary school. My bladder control became worse, much worse, and even to this day I still occasionally spurt into my panties when I get spooked, and may lose control on a larger scale when I cry; when the water runs loose on this end of my body it does the same thing on the other end as well. The diagnose for depression did not come until much later, and one day, coupled by the stress from the upcoming mock exams and blurred memories unable to recognise, I locked myself into the school toilet and cut myself with my paper knife without bothering to relieve myself first. Blood and urine seeped out at the same time from different openings on my body, dampening my tissues and my panties. Physically I was numb, but mentally the searing pain from that smack of the ruler revisited me after all these years. Lines, crosses, dots, all in red, zigzagging, overlapping, marking my arm. Like pen on a test paper. “I don’t really have much advice for you, but just remember - you’re not a burden to anyone. There are many things that aren’t your problem.” Sunlight blazed into the office; my teacher decided to say something to fill in the silence, before asking again, “So......anything else you’d like to share with me?” Suddenly furious at myself for not realizing that before and still not being able to face it after all these years, I shook my head. “Alright,” he replied, probably assuming that he already knew enough about my past from my research projects and the dribs and drabs I had managed to tell him. I enjoyed his company; but that was one of the moments I desperately needed to be alone. Not waiting for the bell, I hurried out of the office without even bothering to say thank you. The warm morning air took me into its arms; yet I bit my lip at its embrace, realizing that my long sleeves have completely blocked off the breeze making its way down the corridor.
  5. I sensed I was being followed before I was consciously aware of it. Heard the engine probably. His headlights must have been turned off at that stage. I'd have seen that they were keeping pace with me otherwise, and I don't remember that. I don't turn around to look, just walk quicker. More than half a mile from home. "What are you doing out this late? In this weather?" He sounds angry as he yells from his beat-up car when he pulls alongside me. "Just heading home. Weather is fine." I don't sound friendly. Random strangers who tail me at night and then yell at me don't get "friendly". But I try not to sound too hostile. Don't provoke anything. He accelerates down the street and I'm relieved. It was lightly sprinkling an hour earlier and I've put on a bright yellow raincoat just in case. It's not even that cold. And I'm dressed warmly anyway, sweater, jeans, boots. He's turned the car around to wait for me at the end of the street. Lights off. That's not good. It's a T-intersection and I ignore him and cross the street. Turn right onto the bridge. There is a fence between the sidewalk and the road. It's a low fence but he isn't going to stop his car on the bridge, get out, jump the fence. If he does I'm sprinting. I need to pee. I'm scared, but I have a plan. At the end of the bridge you can walk left onto a bike path instead of continuing down the street. When I get alongside that I'm going to turn and run away down that. He won't be able to follow. My plan goes poorly. I get 20 yards down the bike path, running, but not all out, when I see headlights behind me and hear an engine revving. Oh, fuck fuck fuck. I sprint the next 20 yards and all but throw myself around the first possible corner and onto a cul-de-sac. Keep walking, can't keep running. My heart is pounding. I feel like I'm going to wet myself. What the fuck can I do? I'm going to die. I'm going to get abducted, raped, and murdered. Fuck fuck fuck. "Why did you run?! Why did you run?!" He pulls alongside me again and yells from his car. "Because I'm terrified you are going to hurt me!" I say it as loud as I can without screaming. Maybe someone is up and will hear me. And save me? Yeah. Should I scream? Run to a house? A backyard? Will he get scared off or just accelerate a confrontation? What friends live nearby? It's only 11! Why are no one's lights still on? The block I'm on is small. I'm scared to try to cross the street. He might hit me. I'm not even walking toward my home anymore. I have to get off this block, get some more space. He keeps stalking me, sitting in my blind spot, high beams turned on. I get to a corner where he won't be able to tell exactly where I am for a moment, large bush. On a whim, I start sprinting again. I run across the street before he can do anything. He doesn't like that. "Why are you running toward the creek?!" "I'm scared you are going to kill me! Leave me alone you psycho!" I regret saying that last bit. Why would I antagonize him? I am walking toward the creek though, really a river, far, far too broad for me to swim. There is a wide bike path alongside it. The same one as before, but further up. I can't run on it again. It's too far to another way off the path. He'll catch me easily and it's too remote for anyone to hear a scuffle. Fuck fuck fuck. I've been isolated. While I kept walking, hoping for better circumstances to escape, he kept driving, steering me beyond help. It's a cul-de-sac ending in the bike path. I can't turn around. I'd get too close to the car and he could get out and grab me. I think of all the self-defense classes I've never taken. Instep, solar plexus, groin, throat??? Maybe. Use teeth and nails. Fight as if your life depends on it. When I step onto the bike path he follows in his car. If I start down this path I'll die. I run back down the other side of the cul-de-sac instead. Forcing him to turn around. I think about overturning some trash bins. And don't because I don't want to inconvenience people. Ugh. Running is better anyway. He doesn't get back beside me as quickly as I'd expected and when I risk a glance back I see he's got caught up on some bollards, those wooden posts that... keep people from driving onto the bike path. Temporarily stuck off-road. He has to reverse to get back on the street. I run again. As hard as I possibly can. Around a corner. He'll be back in a moment. I duck behind a car parked in front of a tree. I can't run fast or far enough to escape, hiding is all I've got. I regret that I haven't taken off my raincoat. I regret that I didn't think to hide behind a front wall instead. My legs are freezing, I've wet myself at some point. It's in my boots. You are meant to do that anyway right. Be less appealing. His car flies past me. Missed me? It pulls a violent U-turn 40 yards ahead and comes back my way. Fuck fuck fuck. I don't move. Run when he slows down. I'm not sure I can. He doesn't slow down. He didn't see me. He thinks I've run the other way and is checking now. Hope surges. I can't run. I've hurt something in my leg. I walk quickly though. Straight toward a friend's house, because it's closer than mine. I don't knock on her door though. It's late and I haven't seen him for nearly five minutes. Maybe he's given up on me. She has kids, it'd be rude to disturb her. It's fine. I make it home. Scan the street one last time to make sure he doesn't know where I live. Change. Tell my husband. He calls the cops. They don't care, it's a she said/he said situation. They don't even file an incident report that night. He pushes them to do one a couple of days later. They still don't contact the guy in the car. I have hurt my leg, and can't put weight on it for days. I have nightmares and am always plotting how to run away when I walk outside. Cars slowing down near me give adrenaline spikes. Strangers saying 'hello' are terrifying. I haven't been outside at night since. --------------------------- This is actually a true story from about a month ago. Except I didn't wet myself. So it's better filed here. That's all I've got.
  6. You can blame Invincible for getting me into superhero stuff. So I decided to come up with a few of my own and make them crap their pants. And I'd like to thank the one and only Leaky Panties for making so much fantastic art for this story! Additionally, credit for the costume designs goes to Leaky, as well. Hope you guys enjoy! Sally Hayes had no idea what was going on. Or rather, she had a pretty decent idea, but the adrenaline and terror choked up her senses, and turned a lot of it into a big blur. People, guns, shooting, screaming. She had the pieces, but beyond that was chaos to her at the moment. They hadn’t seen her, yet. She knew that much. Deep breaths, focus. People were attacking the market, she knew that. They were shooting, but Sally couldn’t see any bodies, so it must’ve been warning shots. People were on the ground, but not slumped over, on their knees, with their hands up. She’d seen three gunmen, and they had mean-looking rifles. They wore uniforms, and she guessed that they must’ve belonged to the New World terrorists, the ones all over the news. One of them only had a handgun, but could shoot fire out of his hands; he was a super. And twenty-two year-old Sally Hayes was hiding behind a shelf, trying to choose which one of many impulses to listen to. Currently, it was tied between giving herself up and surrendering; trying to run; or just wetting herself and fainting. Thinking about it, she supposed that fainting and then wetting herself was also on the table. Voices sounded out, almost clear enough for her to make out. She realized it had gotten very quiet. The hostages had been told to shut up, she hoped. There were lights outside, flashing red and blue. Voices from outside, clashing with the ones inside. But they had hostages, the police would be little help. She dared to poke out from her hiding spot again, and saw that one of the terrorists had been sent to scour the building for any more potential hostages. Like her. She hid down low once again, covering her mouth with her hand. Footsteps got close while the voices continued to argue and shout. She heard a whimper, and thought it had come from her own mouth, but it was slightly distant. The footsteps heard it, too. “Come out!” Hissed an angry man’s voice. More whimpers answered him. “Come out!” He commanded, and Sally could hear the sounds of a scuffle. She looked out once again, seeing a violent-looking man grabbing a woman by her arm and trying to drag her out of her space between two aisles. She writhed in his grip, finally slithering her arm out of his hand, and falling onto the floor, landing on her rear. “Looks like we’re about to have our first example, huh?” He growled, retrieving his rifle and pointing it at the woman. She froze, stock still, as a pool of urine enveloped her butt and spread out around her. “There you go, see? Much simpler to be scared and do what you’re told, isn’t it?” But despite her will to fight clearly being broken, he wasn’t done. He turned his gun around, and prepared to smash its stock into her. He could well have still planned to kill her. And at that moment, all of Sally’s careful observation and attempts to think went out the window. Suddenly, she knew only a few things. She was Sally Hayes, a twenty-two year-old woman with dark skin and black hair. She was wearing a nice pink shirt with a brown leather jacket, and some comfortable baggy jeans. She was somewhat athletic, and probably stronger than the average person, but her physicality wasn’t anything too impressive. She worked as a saleswoman and had no combat experience, and yet she was diving forward to tackle an armed terrorist. And she was going to die. She landed on his back, and he stumbled forward, almost toppling. She didn’t quite know where to go from there, so she tried to wrap her arm around his neck, like she’d seen on TV. He didn’t seem to be getting choked out, but he was pissed off. He reached back and struck at her wildly, trying to throw her from his back. She held on with all her might. After a lot of twisting and grappling, he finally managed to jam his elbow into her ribs, knocking her back, and away from him. With the speed and precision of a practiced killer, he turned, readied his weapon, aimed squarely between her eyes, and fired. As he’d gone through these motions, Sally had been holding out her hands, preparing to scream. As he fired, she closed her eyes, feeling a cold, iron-like weight of fear in her stomach. After a few seconds, she wondered why the afterlife felt so normal, only to hear two more gunshots. She finally opened her eyes, and wasn’t certain what to make of what she saw. In front of her, there were little ripples in the air, with bullets floating in the middle of them. They’d been stopped mid-air. She thought it must’ve been the miraculously timely work of a superhero, but the gunner was confused as well. She knew, then, that she had been the one to stop the bullets. The adrenaline returned, expanding her focus. Unfortunately for her, that meant that she finally noticed that the iron-like weight in her stomach had begun filling her panties. Her underwear grew tight as it was pushed and stretched by her mess, then began to sag down, having ample room inside of her baggy jeans. The generous amount of fabric made it so her large soiling wasn’t obvious, but there was something shameful about knowing just how large the hidden accident in her pants was. Despite the humiliation she was sure to feel if she survived, she tried to focus on the mortal danger she was in. Something had begun to click inside of her. She didn’t know how she knew to do it, but she flicked her wrists and the magical wall in front of her launched forward. It slammed into the gunman like a truck, flinging him backwards. Her instincts, continuing to awaken to this new sensation, propelled her forward. Extending one hand, she made a beckoning gesture with the other. The rifle flew to her open hand. That was as far as her power got her, though, leaving her to figure out the next step for herself. She didn’t want to kill anyone, even if they probably had it coming, so she just bashed him over the head with the weapon while he was still recovering from the psychic blast. He went out like a light. Then there were more gunshots, and the aisle between her and the other terrorists was perforated with a dozen bullet holes. Cringing in fear once again, she held out her hands to form a protective barrier. She’d fully voided her bowels the first time, so at least she didn’t ruin her underwear any further. Once again, her instincts had served her well, as about seven bullets that would’ve been her end were embedded in her psychic barrier. Thank you, magical brain, she thought. The onslaught of gunfire must’ve given the forces outside all the motivation they needed to make their move. Silhouettes outside the entrance grew closer, the shouting grew louder. Glass shattered. And then, stone shattered? Peering over the aisle, Sally beheld the imposing form of a superhero, freshly crashed through the roof of the building. Dizzy, a famous hero who’d been saving the day everywhere for a few years, had arrived. Tall, muscular, light skin, and short, golden, windblown hair. Her hero outfit was simple, a forest green bodysuit with some angular, orange designs. The most complex part of her outfit was the vast array of cuts, burns, and damage that Dizzy refused to get patched up. “Oh, they are fucked,” Sally muttered involuntarily. Dizzy was a powerful and renowned hero. It must’ve been a slow day for her to be available to respond to a threat of only three gunmen. The leader, the super who could shoot fire, took his shot. A large burst of fire washed over the superhero. Terrifyingly, her silhouette was still visible within the flame, unflinching and unmoving. When the inferno came to an end, Dizzy was still there, not even lightly charred. “My turn,” she said with a smirk, and faster than an eye-blink, she’d charged forward and delivered a bone-shattering punch to the New World terrorist. He slammed into the wall, and did not move. But the other gunner had not been idle. She held her weapon, a small submachine gun, against the head of a young man. “Back off, hero!” She barked. The good guys had once again been stalled by hostage taking. Only… Sally willed her instincts to tell her something, give her some clue of how she could help. Her mind raced, and finally, she decided to try something. Focusing on the weapon, she held out her hand, palm facing up. Then, in a swift motion, shot her hand upwards. She smiled exuberantly when the gun did as it was told, and rocketed into the air, colliding with the ceiling. Disarmed and in disbelief, the terrorist released her grip on her hostage, and stumbled backwards as Dizzy approached, cracking her knuckles. The gunner’s black pants became host to a sheen of wetness as she piddled herself in fear. Dizzy still taught her a lesson or two. --- Sirens wailed, a helicopter hovered overhead, police and EMTs swarmed the building, apprehending the terrorists and relieving the hostages. Some news crews had arrived, and were interviewing the people involved. Still dazed and in shock, Sally wasn’t quite sure how she’d wound up being filmed and interviewed alongside Dizzy, but there she was. Dizzy had congratulated her for her assistance with the situation, and even called her a hero. The media was eating it up, and wanted footage of the two. Sally, however, didn’t feel like she was worthy to stand beside the likes of the legendary hero, certainly not with loaded pants. Oh dear Lord, I’m on national television and I crapped in my pants, she realized, causing her already awkward and stammering responses to grow even less coherent. Oh, please tell me no one can tell! Can they smell me? “No more questions, guys!” Dizzy called out, to the disappointment of the news crews. She put her hand on Sally’s shoulder, “I think the hero of the day is still kinda shaken, so she should get to a doctor, see if she’s hurt.” “Ah, yeah… ” Sally said. Led inside by the legendary hero, they found their way to a more secluded spot, away from all the noise outside. “Are you hurt? Like, badly?” Dizzy asked, seeming quite sincere. “Um,” Sally inspected herself, patting her own body down (though careful not to pat her butt), “No, I don’t think so.” “Good to hear. You should still get checked out, but I figured you’d like to, y’know, freshen up a bit, first.” It was then that Sally noticed the hero had led her just outside the women’s bathroom. “Oh, uh… I see… ” Dizzy practically read her mind, answering her unspoken question, “Don’t worry, you can’t see it. They just made me stand close to you, and I could, y’know, smell you.” Sally shrunk down, humiliated. “I’m sorry… ” Dizzy shrugged, “Happens to the best of us. It’s happened to tons of heroes, and it’s happened to me. Don’t sweat it.” The proud woman admitted to this without a hint of shame or embarrassment. Sally hardly believed what she’d just heard. She’d always viewed the really famous heroes as just being invincible. To think they’d get so scared that they’d ruin their costumes was wild. “Um, if I can ask you something… ?” “Shoot.” “I just found out I have a power today. What… What do you think of it?” “You did all that with a fresh power?” She sounded genuinely impressed, “Wait, why? Do you want to make something of that power?” “I dunno. I was so scared, but I just moved and… I think I liked it. Being like a hero, that is.” “You weren’t ‘like a hero,’ you were one,” Dizzy said with a smile, “And if you think you have what it takes, I’d be happy to make a pro out of you.” Sally only responded with an excited inhale and wide eyes. “Now go change your pants.” --------------- Five months later… Given the severe need for super-powered individuals in the defence of society, working with Dizzy, even as a trainee, had turned out to be pretty profitable. Sally’s old job had been nowhere near as lucrative, or fun. Her power, some type of telekinesis, was unnaturally strong, and she was a pretty quick study. In only a few weeks, Sally had learned how to handle and wield her power effectively, and had begun joining other heroes on small missions. Mostly simple stuff. Well, “simple” by superhero standards. Most people didn’t consider having guns shoved in their faces to be a simple affair. But Sally’s power made her particularly effective in stopping gunfire and disarming killers; and with the New World growing bolder every day, she was getting plenty of practice in. She’d met lots of big name superheroes, too. From the gravity-defying Flux to the lightning-blasting Thunderhead, Sally had made a few noteworthy acquaintances. For the most part, they seemed impressed with her growing mastery over her power. Although, their most universal critique was over her composure. While she’d managed to avoid having any further accidents, she never quite managed to carry herself like a hero consistently. She wasn’t the comforting, inspiring presence that people like Dizzy were, yet. But nonetheless, she was happy to take on the role of hero, even if it meant that, sometimes, like today, she just sat in the agency building, watching Dizzy face off against a supervillain on a widescreen television. The agency utilized special little drones during missions to record the events from multiple angles, providing higher quality and more versatile viewing than what the news would show the public. And, as she’d learned, frequently something would go wrong on a mission, and it would need to be fully omitted or doctored out of a news broadcast, while the drone footage was not edited at all. The villain had a power that looked like some kind of superspeed, and he’d already gotten the better of two other heroes, elevating his threat class enough that Dizzy was called in. Given that her powers included superspeed along with a variety of other super abilities, the villain was quite simply outmatched. The fight was so fast that Sally could barely even keep up with what was happening, but she was more interested in their surroundings. Flipping between the drones’ views, she finally landed on the other two heroes who had been defeated. Mercifully, they weren’t severely injured. A man who had a power that let him create large wind gusts was unconscious, and his companion, a woman who could teleport short distances, was trying to rouse him. The two had been pretty thoroughly thrashed and… yep. As Sally observed the teleporting female hero, the legs of her dark blue outfit were soaked with pee. Poor thing, she thought. In the scant few moments that she’d looked away, the fight had been settled, and Dizzy stood over the crumpled heap of the supervillain. As expected, she hadn’t even broken a sweat. Sally tried to think of something to say when her teacher returned, and inevitably asked what she’d learned from watching, when the door to the lounge swung open and a suit-wearing woman rushed inside. Andrea, a secretary with the agency, looked around the room in a panic, before settling her gaze on Sally. “Emergency!” She said, “A supervillain is wreaking havoc at Parker University!” “A- a supervillain?!” Sally asked, “I’m not permitted to go against villains yet-” “No time! Lives in danger!” The woman shouted. Despite her orders from Dizzy, Sally obediently bolted upright. Andrea had a frighteningly commanding presence. “Well, what kind of powers do they have?” If she was destined to break the rules, she might as well do her best to live through it. “We aren’t completely certain, but they appear to be able to move the earth around.” Sally nodded dutifully, “I’ll do my best.” An earth-moving power against her telekinesis should be a fairly neutral matchup, with neither side truly able to counter the other, so maybe she did have a chance after all. Donning her hero outfit, a tight, purple and white costume that exposed her legs, she departed the agency. Though strenuous, her power did enable her to fly. It was clunky and inexact, but she could essentially form a bubble around herself and fling it to her destination. While it prevented her cape from fluttering majestically in the breeze, she still thought she looked cool. Zooming through the air, she eventually spotted the university, which turned out to be rather easy as she just had to look for the only place in the city suffering from earthquakes. Her heart raced as she approached, nervousness and fear threatening to make her spill her guts up. She’d never faced off against a supervillain before. The few times one had appeared on one of her missions, Dizzy had made her stay put while she dealt with them. Sally really, really hoped they weren’t as dangerous as her teacher had made them out to be. She would find out soon enough, as she touched down at Parker University. The buildings were shaking, the earth was cracking, and all around people were panicking and trying to run. An area of destruction was moving across the campus, and she could just barely make out a vaguely humanoid shape at its epicenter. Getting as close as she dared, she cleared her throat and shouted in her steeliest voice, “Villain! Surrender now! This is your only chance!” She hoped she sounded intimidating. The living earthquake abated, and the person causing it turned to face her. It was a woman, not wearing any sort of villainous uniform, just a tanktop and a black leather skirt. Her skin was tanned, and her black hair, which hung down to her shoulders, was dyed green about halfway down. She wore sunglasses that hid her eyes completely, but even without seeing them, Sally could tell the villainess was not impressed with her. “Some advice, loser,” The villain began. She stomped her foot, and a line of earthly destruction traced its way from the sole of her shoe to a statue Sally stood next to. The base of the statue evaporated into dust, and it toppled down towards her. Using her power to get a slight boost, she jumped back, narrowly dodging the crumbling debris. She exhaled sharply, eyes wide. “... If you’re gonna pick a fight with someone,” The villain continued, “At least try not to look like you’re about to piss yourself.” Sally swept her arms, generating a wave of force that blew away the statue debris in front of her. While her arms were outstretched to her sides, she swung them forward, catapulting much of the debris at the villain. She clearly hadn’t been expecting the reprisal, and only barely managed to raise a rocky barrier that was shredded to pieces by the barrage, only just durable enough to keep her from being damaged. She panted lightly, and looked up at Sally, now seeming to take her a little more seriously. “Ironic advice,” Sally said smugly, “Since it looks like you’re about to soil yourself.” Heroes were supposed to make puns, right? “All right, freak, you had your chance to run away,” She knelt down low, and drove her fist into the ground. Multiple fractures raced through the disturbed earth, spreading out like cracking glass, but all homing in towards Sally. Her power wouldn’t be anywhere near strong enough to shield her from an attack of literal earthquake magnitude, so she had no choice but to fling herself up into the air. She looked back as she flew upwards, and saw that her old position on the ground had been obliterated, turned to dust, and then swallowed into the depths of the earth. Sally felt a short spurt of urine soak into her briefs. This girl was playing hardball. Sally began to lose altitude, and was rapidly approaching her opponent. As soon as she was pretty sure she was in range to use her power, she threw a wild swing through the air, which translated to an invisible wall of force impacting the villain, and sending her flying. Her landing zone now clear, she touched down almost elegantly, only stumbling a little. Ahead of her, the earth-shifter was getting back onto her feet. Another swipe battered her, then another. As long as Sally kept striking, her enemy wouldn’t have a chance to use her power. Or at least, she’d hoped as much. In the middle of being thrown around by unseen attacks, the villain managed to stomp her foot on the ground once again. There was no clear fault line this time, but there was an unmistakable rumble of something gliding through the ground. Sally couldn’t see it, and could only barely approximate its location by the rumbling. It was slow, and it took ages to reach her, all the while she was trying to divide her focus between the coming attack and her own series of blows. If she let up, then the villain would crush her. Her heart pounded in her ears, wondering when the earthen attack would arrive. She knew that it would be lethal if not handled properly. Her eyes darted, and concentration began to slip. At last, the earth opened up, and a massive stone spike launched forward. It was pointed at her head, and her dodge was so last second that it cut her cheek lightly as it rushed by. She shook and shivered, and her legs gave out. She fell down to her knees, and her bladder emptied itself in a hot gush. Pee saturated the crotch of her costume, then raced down her thighs. Some urine streamed directly to the ground from her pants, noisily creating a large puddle. “Are you finally dead?” The villainess asked, sounding battered and out of breath as she stepped closer to observe her handiwork. “Cause I’d really like to get on with my- Oh! Oh, ha ha ha!” She began laughing as she saw Sally, whose bladder was just about done voiding itself. “Oh my God, you actually did piss your pants!” Sally grit her teeth and glared in response. “I was just making a joke, but wow! I didn’t have to say anything, you are a joke!” She raised her foot to stomp out another attack, “Well don’t worry, dude. By the time they excavate you, no one’s gonna be able to tell how you went out.” As her foot dropped, Sally lunged forward, throwing a perfectly straight punch into the air, aimed at the woman’s midsection. The wind whistled and a tight ball of psychic power impacted her stomach, sending her staggering back. She gasped and gagged, the wind having been driven out of her body. She clutched her stomach in pain, and fell to the ground. Sally looked at her own fist in awe. In all her training, she hadn’t managed a hit like that, yet. She sure wished she knew about it before she wet herself. Speaking of, Sally tried to put all of her focus on the fight, ignoring the wet fabric clinging tightly to her butt and crotch. Her opponent seemed to be fairly incapacitated, but then again, all she had to do was smack the ground with appendage and she’d create a deadly attack. Careful so as not to crush her, Sally lifted her hands, gingerly levitating the villain. “... Fuck you… ” She muttered quietly as she was lifted, “... I win!” Her arm slumped off the side and reached the ground. Before Sally could react, she raked her fingers through the dirt. Five fault lines tore through the earth, speeding towards not Sally, but one of the campus buildings. Once they touched the structure, dirt and glass blasted through the air, it looked as though a missile had struck the building. Sally heard screams. Groaning in frustration, she flung her opponent roughly to the ground while she ran to save whoever was inside. Using her power to boost herself forward, she flew through the new opening that had been carved into the wall. The destruction was more extensive than she feared, as the foundation had been damaged. The structure creaked and moaned, threatening to collapse. Following the sounds of terror and panic, Sally found her way to a room that had been sealed off with debris. With powerful motions, like she was swimming through the air, she telekinetically cleared the rubble, revealing a party of five or so people inside. They stared wide-eyed at the miraculous appearance of a superhero, but they did not move. “Come on! Run! This way!” Sally cried to them, spurring them to action. But as they neared her, the sound of shattering stone and rending metal froze all of them in their tracks. The building was falling. She turned around, and held out her hands to conjure the sturdiest barrier that she could, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough. The massive slabs of concrete began to fall, and Sally knew she was going to be crushed, but maybe she could save one or two people. Just like before, with the man and the gun, she knew she was going to die. And just like before, her bodily control slipped. The rear of her costume tented suddenly as her bowels released. With a quiet crackle, more mess spilled out, filling up her now-very-stretched underpants. She could feel the muck covering her backside and she knew the bulge was massive. And with the fabric over her butt being white, it would stain and tint brown, leaving absolutely no question that this superheroine had completely soiled herself. But, just like before, as she closed her eyes and waited for death, nothing came. Daring to take a look. She saw that the crumbling building had been suspended in time and space. Even the little bits of dust had been frozen in mid-air. She’d actually done it. She’d contained the collapse, even if she hadn’t contained the avalanche in her briefs. With it being apparently safe, she ushered the group out of the building, her power fading as the last one made it out. The collapse resumed where it had left off, now free of potential victims. Outside, all of them were panting, and clearly not enjoying the particular odor in the air. “Are all of you okay?” Sally asked, between breaths. “I think so,” One of the people she’d rescued said, “Um, are you?” He asked, looking at her urine-soaked front. Sally was quiet for a moment, trying to keep her tears in. She was absolutely humiliated. “... Yeah.” “Thank you,” Another person intoned, trying to change the subject, “For saving us.” “I’d tell you my superhero name, but… I’d appreciate it more if you all forgot what you saw here today,” Superheroes were supposed to make jokes. Though she still wanted to cry, the slight bit of humor helped make things maybe just a bit less awkward. Besides, she actually hadn’t settled on a superhero name just yet. There was another rumble, and Sally grimaced, remembering that the villain wasn’t defeated yet. “All of you evacuate now! The villain is still active. I’ll handle them,” She didn’t wait for a reply, and she was quite eager to be away from people, so she took off. Still clutching her stomach, the earth-shifter was slowly walking towards a building at the far end of the campus. She wasn’t conjuring a storm of destruction any longer. Whatever she was after must’ve been inside, and the other devastation was just… Sally didn’t know. A show, perhaps. An outlet for frustrations. A message. Villains were crazy like that. Sally landed a short distance behind her, “We’re not done, yet,” She growled. She was trying to seem intimidating, and accordingly was being very careful not to let her backside show to the villainess. The taunting would never end if she saw that Sally had crapped her pants, too. “The fuck… ?” She breathed, still reeling from the blow to her gut, “How are you alive?!” As Sally had come to expect, the woman went for another cheap shot, stomping and sending out an inarticulate pulse throughout the ground. It rattled and cracked, and Sally lost her footing as the earth shook. Aiming as best as she could, she readied another psychic punch. The earth-shifter, meanwhile, readied an attack of her own. They both launched them simultaneously. They would collide mid-air, and the winner’s attack would follow through and hit the opponent. At least, that’s what should have happened. Instead, a green blur fell from the sky like a comet, intercepting both attacks and not even flinching. Dizzy rose from her kneeling position between the two. Fearlessly turning her back to the murderous woman, Dizzy looked at Sally, “Nice work, kid! I’ll take it from here.” Not missing her opportunity to strike while her back was turned, the villain threw a stone spike at Dizzy. It shattered like a clump of sand, and Dizzy didn’t even seem to feel it. The titanically powerful superhero turned around, and smiled. Fault lines raced to her, stones flew. The woman was throwing everything she had at the living legend, but it was to no avail. At best, she’d scratched her outfit a little. After weathering the barrage, the villain’s shoulders slumped. She was beaten, and she could tell. “How? How can you… ? It’s not fair! It isn’t fucking fair!!” Tears welled in the woman’s eyes, like she was about to throw a tantrum. “... My turn,” Dizzy uttered her catchphrase, then rocketed forward at incalculable speed. She stopped just in front of the villain, her fist just inches from her face. Piss sprayed loudly from under her leather skirt, falling to the ground in a strong stream. The stream occasionally clipped the edge of the skirt, and so droplets gathered and fell from its hem. Her bowels audibly emptied as well. The sound was somewhat wet, and matched the mess, as it stained and sagged her skimpy panties. They all sat there in silence, Dizzy being sure to let the villain’s courage completely drain out between her legs. “Give up?” She asked. The woman meekly nodded in reply. ----- “You know,” Dizzy began, as she and Sally were away from all the cameras, “They edit out stuff like you messing yourself.” Sally whirled to look at her, “They do?!” She was still wearing her wet and heavily soiled costume. “Kid, you remember months ago? I told you that this happens to us. We have a bit of an understanding with the media. They’re not supposed to make us look bad.” She poked her head out, glancing at the army of police, firetrucks, ambulances, and news vans and helicopters that had invaded the ruins of the campus in the last several minutes. Thanks to Sally’s timely arrival, there hadn’t been any casualties. “Sooo, if I was recorded during this whole thing, nobody’s gonna know that I had an accident?” “Nope. I mean, y’know, unless somebody just recorded it with like a phone or something, then- ” She looked at Sally’s once-again-distraught face and stopped herself, “But the odds of that are slim to none.” Things got quiet for a second, before Dizzy said, “Fighting Magnitude like that, though. Damn impressive for your first time against a supervillain.” “Magnitude?” “The name HQ came up with for her. Serious power level. For you to take on someone like her, I’m beginning to think I was babying you a bit too much.” “What’s gonna happen to her?” Dizzy shrugged, “Can’t imagine there’s many jails she couldn’t just bust out of. Probably have to set up some special facility for her.” “What was she after? She was gunning for the building over there.” “I asked the same thing. No one knows. The dean’s office is there, but that’s hardly a juicy target for a supervillain. It was probably something personal. Whatever the reason is, they’ll find out in interrogation.” “... Can I go change my pants, now?” Dizzy laughed, “Yeah, sure. I’ll even let you go first.” Sally giggled, then realized what she’d just said, “Wait, what? What do you mean, ‘go first’?” “Look closely,” Dizzy said as she turned her back to her student. It was hard to see if you didn’t know what you were looking for, but there was a flattened mound against her butt. “You… !” “I’ve been out since sunrise fighting the forces of evil. They made me miss the usual bathroom time. I had to go, and I sure wasn’t gonna let the bad guys win just cause of an accident. So, at some point in the day, I just let it happen.” Sally didn’t know what to say. She knew Dizzy was shameless, but this was unprecedented. No wonder she was so experienced and familiar with accidents. “I told you, in this line of work, this kinda thing is beyond your control. Best thing you can do is not let it get to you… And to try and cover it up, but that’s another lesson.”
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  13. Maybe Gordon should have brought a car, instead of taking a taxi to the fancy restaurant they had both wanted to try that night. Maybe, but then again his hand in Rue’s it was hard to stop smiling, the night air cool and calm as it brushed them. Their coats ruffling softly in the warm breeze. A date night just for them after a rough week, he couldn’t be happier standing next to the woman he loves. “Warm enough?” The soft voice of his girlfriend knocked him out of his thoughts, with a squeeze of her hand he smiled at her too, their fingers intertwining. Though he glanced behind them before returning his eyes to her, they had just turned off onto a more...empty road. Gordon’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer, his chest tightened a fraction. “With you here? Of course I am, baby.” It helped to calm him that such a corny, cheesy joke made the shorter woman giggle, though he couldn’t help but think maybe he heard footsteps? No...no, he had forgotten his anxiety meds today that’s all it was, he trusted Rue and she didn’t look concerned. Why would someone follow them down the street, though...they were coming up on the bad side of town, his hand coming up to scratch his face feeling like eyes were burning into the back of his head, that would be impossible, though he had to fight the urge to check behind him again. “You’re a dork! I...Gordon are you alright?” Rue’s tone had changed from a gentle joking sound, to concern, a shift that Gordon himself didn’t ignore, nodding, his nails running over his own jawline. His dark eyes meeting her light ones with a smile in them. “Y-Yes sorry babe, I just...thought I heard something, no big deal...Just on edge.” His words trailed off, a brush on his arm as Rue smiled at him, trying to calm him with a touch. Rue herself was a shorter woman, long dark hair held back by a ponytail, her face was a soft pale, her eyes a dark brown with flecks of gold, a part of her he loved to look at. Her coat was dark, a peacoat over a short white dress, her shoes clicking on the cement as she held his hand, fingers intertwined with his, thumb rubbing over his knuckles. Rue’s makeup was gorgeous, and for the fourth time that night, Gordon wondered how exactly he had gotten such a beautiful woman to be with him. Gordon towered over her, though lanky and a bit of a beanpole. His hair was brown, fluffy and curly, a spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He was also pale, though he was simply white instead of asian like the woman beside him. Gordon was in a blue button up covered in a pattern of white dots, a black vest with a white tie an outfit he was rather proud of. Lighter pants that were a bit tight, but when a hand brushed his ass, he figured with a soft flush rushing to his cheeks, Rue didn’t mind...his mind drifting to what might happen when they get back to the apartment, she did seem in the mood. Gordon’s horny thoughts were shattered, unable to hear her words much less understand them as he heard what sounded like footsteps again...He turned around, did he just see a shadow, rushing into the alleyway, just a couple dozen feet behind them? Gordon’s hand tensed, squeezing Rue’s, the woman’s words dying in her throat as Gordon’s pace picked up. His arm went back around her, pulling her into his side, as if scared any minute she’d be snatched away. “G-Gordon? What’s going on? Are you alright?” Her voice was quiet, though as she was brought closer, she paused, though her gait never slowed, he was shaking. Gordon was shaking against her, was it all in his head, anxiety amplified by his unmedicated state? Rue’s hand moved to his side, grabbing the shirt squeezing the fabric in her fingers as she waited for his response that never came, the sound of their shoes clicking on the concrete. Then she heard it, the sound of footsteps getting ever closer, but no matter how many times she or her partner looked behind them they didn’t see anyone, no one coming at them, making her swallow hard, fear gathered in her chest. Though it was clear it affected Gordon much more. “Gordon! Gordon it’s okay! We’re both just tired, a little worn out from today...Let’s calm down alright, why would someone go after two people, they’d be outnumbered baby.” Her words were gentle, softly pulling away to take his hand, comforting him as he grimaced, anxiety feeling like it was bubbling in his chest, burning a path down his torso to make even walking uncomfortable. “I...it...” Gordon was surprised at how difficult it was to actually get the words out of his mouth, his hair flopping into his eyes, he took his hands away, covering his face and looking to the ground. Deep even breaths filled his lungs as he tried to push away the burning fear, feeling his own palms, his own fingers trembling against his skin. “I’m alright I...just, maybe next time I’ll just drive us...” A nervous laugh fell from his lips as he tried to calm down, though the heat gathering in his belly, feeling like the world’s worst stomach ache wasn't going away by any means. Letting his hands fall from his face he paused, his eyes going wide, and the breath he was trying so hard to get under control went wild. Sitting there on the concrete was her little purse on its gold chain, laying there, she was gone, his head whipped around, wildly trying to figure out where she could have gone until he heard the sound of laughter and struggling down the dark alleyway in front of him. “Oh god, oh g-god Rue?! Rue?!” Not a second was wasted, rushing into the alley way he couldn’t think of anything besides her, though he was scared the idea of abandoning his girlfriend never crossed his mind, despite the tension all over him, the heat in his belly, gathering down only getting worse, his heart hammering in his chest. Every breath felt like it was fueling a fire in him, though one of fear, the smoke itself forming into nightmares of her already gone, bleeding out on the concrete. “One more move and this sweet lil’ thing is going to be out one little scrawny...nerd.” Gordon froze, hearing the click of metal against metal, Gordon was faced with the barrel of a gun, his breath catching, he froze in place like a deer caught in headlights, his knees pressing together, his hands shaking he looked past the gun at the woman holding it. Rue was behind her, eyes wide, fearful, clearly she was just a piece of bait to keep him from running, or calling the cops. She was taller than Rue, though shorter than Gordon, her hair was ginger, and loose, a little messy, green eyes and freckles with a shit eating smirk on her face, white teeth and confident squared shoulders...She wasn’t afraid of either of them, clearly not thinking Rue a threat her back to her, arm straight as the silver gun was pointed right between Gordon’s eyes. “Hands on the wall pretty boy, and any funny moves and I get to pick which one gets a brand new hole put into them...” Her voice was accented, Irish or Scottish he had a hard time telling, shaking so bad he could barely shuffle his feet forward, flinching hard when she moved the gun. “NOW! Cute as the two of you are, I don’t have time for bullshit, hands on the wall!” “Wait please! Let her go, she won’t say an-an….anything.” Gordon felt tears blurring his eyes, the shakes of his hands, his body felt overpowered by it’s own urges. The burning in his stomach only clawed lower, and a hand despite his own commands went to his stomach through his shirt, clutching at the fabric. A soft whimper leaving him as he realized his stutter, the one he worked so hard to get over was coming back, Rue’s eyes on him as she realized how close he was to having an anxiety attack. Gordon didn’t know what to do, the gun pointed at him, his shoes stumbled, tripping him, his hands hitting the brick wall of the alley with a painful scrap, skinning the heel of his palms, smears of his blood on the porous brick. He dug his fingers in between each brick, his knees pressed together he felt his lungs close up, tears blurring his vision even more than the fear did. He was panting, close to a panic attack, his knees forced together, it felt like he was going to explode, the liquid leaking down his cheeks clearing his vision, the tears hitting the ground below him like a punctuation to the fearful pants. He didn’t understand it, the powerful burning in his lower abdomen, pressure on his bladder, on his well...everything, he only tensed as he felt the gun press into his spine, breath catching he didn’t dare look at the woman in control of the situation...In control of him. “Got ourselves a little piss boy do we? A little pussy?” The Thief’s hands moved to slide up his side, feeling his coat pocket, he tensed, his knees trembling from the tightness of his muscles, his fingernails hurting from just how hard he was digging them into the wall. With a glance to Rue, who was stock still, she wasn’t shaking, she...she wasn’t crying, she was just watching...Shame washed over him like a blanket, making his stomach twist, painfully aware of how tight his jaw was, how wide his eyes were. “Gordon! It’s okay….she’ll just take what she wants, she won’t hurt us if we just...listen, it’s okay, it’s okay baby...” Gordon sniffed, a pitiful sound when his girlfriend was so much more calm than he was. He was the one fighting the urge to...to...piss himself, his body telling him it helped...it would make him feel so much better, but he shook his head, fighting it as he turned away, a soft sob shaking his body, the fear was too much for him...He was pitiful. “Got yourself a smartie now didn’t you? Listen to your girlie, I wouldn’t want to have to spill some blood, crybaby.” The woman, the thief, was teasing him. She found it funny that he was barely alright while Rue was fine, not even stuttering as she spoke. Pressing his forehead into the wall in front of him, the thief slipped her hands into his pockets, feeling around for a phone or a wallet, she took out both, tucking it away in her coat with a soft laugh, feeling the trembling shaking of the man in front of her. A chuckle brushed his ears as the gun dug into his back, making him tense, stand up[ straight, a breath sucked in as he cried out softly, a voice crack maring the soft noise like he was a scared teen, getting caught washing their wet sheets. “Aweee, what a knight in shining armor, your girlfriend is more man than you are.” Despite the tension in his thighs, his legs, the trembling of his knees, he couldn’t force his body to go stop once it started. The gun was shoved against his spine again, maybe it was because he tensed, or maybe the thief just liked to see him squirm. A sob fell from his lips, followed by tears, the boiling shame in his lungs was nothing like the heat and pressure on his lower half, it promised comfort, a way to escape the fear, though he seriously doubted it. A gush of warmth leaked down his thigh, what felt like lava rolled over the crotch of his pants, soaking the denim a darker color. With a whimper, he bit his lip, clasping his thighs together to try and stop it, though it was far too late now. The pitters of his piss hit the concrete, a stark contrast to the hushed hurried conversation between the three of them only a handful of minutes ago. His breath was like a cloud in front of him, hitting the cold air as the curls of his brown hair shook. Squeezing his eyes shut, tears slipped down his face, a hand clasping to his mouth as he heard Rue gasp. “G-Gordon you...on yourself...you...” Her words were cut off by the thief’s laughter, pushing the gun between the back of his pants and his coat, she lifted it, exposing his accident to his girlfriend, the cool air making his shiver but no...his body wasn’t done yet. “You’re dating a pussy who can’t even keep his shit together?! He’s crying for fucks sake! A little fucking pussy can’t even handle having a gun pointed at him, get a real man, instead of a god damn child.” Gordon hated this, it felt like something straight out of a nightmare! Shame, embarrassment, all of it was burning color on his pale cheeks as he tried not to let this get any worse. Then he felt his pants tighten, eyes flaring open wide, he knew what was happening, and wished to god he could stop it, the smell alone alerting both women...There was no way they wouldn’t know he was...messing himself, messing his own pants in front of them. It pushed against his brief, lumping against his cheeks, making a mess as it had nowhere to go but against him. No doubt smearing on his pale skin, he was disgusted, embarrassed by himself, the two girls were silent...silent as they stared at the man who just pissed all over himself...then even went so far as to literally mess...himself. “Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell is wrong with you?!” The thief was done making fun of him, he could barely see the disgusted look on her face through the veil of tears. His knees felt weak, his body freezing now that his mess, his...puddle were cooling in the night time air. The ginger woman who held his wallet and phone in her coat stepped back, then he saw stars, pain erupting from his temple, and somewhere in the back of his mind he realized he was hearing Rue scream. More warm liquid gushed from him, re-soaking his pants, as blood dripped from the cut on his temple, dazed and confused, he realized he was sitting on the ground. His mess was staining the fabric of his pants, the pee puddle soaking into more and more of his pant legs, and he trembled unable to help it, he was so scared...The gun was between his eyes, pressing his head back into the alley wall, though all he could focus on was the shining metal. “Stop don’t-!” Rue’s voice, she had taken a step forward, wanting to protect him, but the gun was taken away from him and pointed at her, the thief said something, but his vision was fading, it was all a blur...The last thing he remembered was seeing Rue have her pockets searched, her hands up at her sides, she was watching him though, not even scared of the thief jabbing her with the gun… The last thing he felt was searing guilt, shame...He should have been the one trying to protect her! That was the night before, now...He didn’t know what to do himself, he couldn’t even meet Rue’s eyes after all of that, after she had seen him act like a little kid having a panic attack, how his body had tried to comfort him in the most...childish way imaginable. It was early morning, their shared apartment was quiet, too quiet...He hadn’t slept, neither had Rue, the two of them having spent the night cancelling cards and calling in the report. Gordon had showered, a towel hanging around his shoulders, wet hair clinging to his skin, bags under his eyes betraying the fact that he hadn’t even tried to sleep the night before. He wore basic black pajama pants, a white shirt with long-faded words, the clothes he had...ruined were double bagged and in the trash, his eyes glancing to it for half a second, too ashamed to look at it for any longer than that. “Baby?” Gordon started, his eyes flicking up to meet Rue’s, she had two mugs of coffee in her hand, moving to offer him one, she sat beside him on the couch, again he couldn’t meet her eyes. Rue moved a hand to touch his arm, her thumb rubbing soft comforting circles onto his skin, the comforting touch seemed to help a little, the man leaning into it with a sigh. “You’re being too hard on yourself...You were already nervous, and having a gun pointed at you...that’s not something you just deal with sweetheart, you didn’t get hurt that’s what matters.” Gordon recognized the soft gentle tone she was using, she meant what she said but, the mortification of what she had seen? He couldn’t get it out of his mind. “I...I’m supposed to be, a-a-an adult R...Rue.” He paused, biting his lip and looking down at his lap, feeling her hand stroke his wet hair, he didn’t push her away, ashamed of his stutter coming back, ashamed of himself as a person. “I’m su...su...supposed to be a man, I couldn’t e-even...I couldn’t...” Rue moved to lean into his side, her soft arm around him, he gently shrugged her off, glancing at her before looking away, moving to towel his hair in silence. Rue let the silence stretch on, he was upset, how could she comfort him over what happened? His body betraying him the way that it had? His cheeks were growing pink the more she watched him, looking away she barely caught the flash of his hand moving up to his face brushing a finger underneath his eye. Rue stood, taking his hand to her mouth she gave his knuckles a soft kiss, letting his hand fall back into his lap as she moved off into the bathroom, a part of her knew that the only way to make him feel better was...to show him that he wasn’t a failure, wasn’t...someone who couldn’t control his body. With a little slip out of the bottle, the laxative rolled into her hand, turning it over in her hand, a flush of pink rushed to her cheek, was she really going to do this? Was she really going to take this medicine? Then she thought of Gordon...crying in the front room, silently, the embarrassment on his face? She bit her lip, and moved to grab another pill, a muscle relaxer, one that would help with the other half of, what...happened to her poor boyfriend. Rue ran the sink, and within seconds the pills were down and she didn’t...feel anything yet but she knew that would change, hands on either side of the sink she looked into the mirror, running a finger under the bags she had under her eyes, leaving the bathroom with a soft click of the door. Gordon glanced up, seeing Rue enter, he raised a brow, eyes glancing down to the hand over her lower half, concerned knitting his brows as he used the towel to brush away the wetness on his own cheeks. “Babe? W-What’s wro...wrong sweetheart?” Gordon moved to stand, giving her a half smile, which she tried to return, before her other hand covered her mouth, wincing slightly as her body grumbled, pressure building in her lower half as she whimpered...It wasn’t painful but it was so quick, was this how he felt, scared, on display? “I-I Gordon...” Her eyes widened, surprised at her own voice, shaking her hands trembling, she winced, whimpering again as she trailed off. Her stomach gurgled, loudly between them, her eyes glancing up to meet his, Gordon’s eyes going wide, putting a hand over his mouth as he watched, her cheeks erupting into pink. Rue couldn’t help it, she leaned forward, her knees pressing together, she began trembling unable to control her body, glancing up at Gordon who couldn’t choose between second-hand embarrassment, or confusion. “W-What are you doing?! Rue you...you don’t have to do this I do...do...don’t.” His stutter was acting up, he trailed off, sweat dotting his brow as Rue shook her head as Gordon came close. Reaching a hand out she gripped his sleeve, flushing, her eyes squeezing closed as she pressed her face into his sleeve. With a soft shake of her head, Gordon paused feeling the warm wetness of tears brushing his sleeve. “R-Rue?” Without a second thought his arms went around her, she wasn’t faking it, she was pressing her face into his arm and crying softly, embarrassed about what she had done. The pressure was building up more and more, her lower half felt like it was burning, building up too much pressure, a burning pressure promising relief from the medicine pushing her body to its limits. Rue trembled suddenly, not so sure about this plan anymore as she felt Gordon’s warm hand in her hair, tracing the locks of her hair down her back. Trying to comfort her as she did exactly as he did in the alley way, her body was giving out on her, she didn’t have much time. “I...just wanted to try and show you it didn’t matter but I...can’t stop it...Gordon...” The more she spoke the more her voice went to a soft whisper, it took all her effort to try and stop it, her knees shaking to the point they almost gave out. Gordon’s arm was the only thing that kept her from hitting the floor. She tried to speak again, but it was too late, the body she could always trust was giving out on her, this was it, she was done for, even if she wanted to back out now she couldn’t. Warmth began to leak down her legs, the shorts she was wearing, so tight-fitting, light grey in color, started to darken between her cheeks unable to take the strain of the sudden rush of...liquid mess. The smell hit them both as suddenly as she lost control, with a cracked sob she jerked away from him, planning to run away, to hide from him, but it was too late, her body betrayed her. Now she knew the embarrassment he had felt in that alley way, freezing cold and covered in his mess...though it was her this time, her shorts were ruined… It wasn’t long before the warmth gushed down her front, her shorts darkening, a spurt of liquid coming from the front, a golden yellow stream dripping over the pale skin, soaking her socks and the carpet. Her mess mixed with her puddle, her toes pointing to each other as she gripped the hem of her shirt, her knees trembling as she pressed them together. Rivers of her embarrassment dripped off her knees as tears dripped down her cheeks, the warm rough hand of her boyfriend touched her cheek, through blurry teary eyes she saw his soft smile, feeling his warm kiss on her forehead. “Shh it’s okay baby, you didn’t have to for me...Let’s get you cleaned up...Shhh.” Gordon brought her close, her body trembling underneath his arms as the carpet got ruined underneath her, Rue gripping the front of his shirt, her trembling against him. She softly cried, nuzzling into his arm, feeling his face pressing into the top of her head, it felt so good to be comforted, she never wanted him to go through this again but he seemed better...Their bodies couldn’t handle the stress of that night with the Thief. ---------- Thank you so much to pp123 for letting me write for you!! I hope you enjoy!
  14. Forgive me, I'm not sure how to download a video from YouTube and I'm not sure if I've posted this in the wrong spot or not Anime is Tsugomomo, Season 2, episode 9 I believe Wetting at 1:33 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=502kT7PIGgQ
  15. He never got a break, not even one, not in this hellhole that masqueraded as an office building. Scrambling in the dark with nothing but a flashlight in his hand, not running even as the...monster crawled behind him on four massive hands like some sort of fever dream nightmare. Frantically trying to slap that button into the wiring and press it, those cubicles finally moved, getting out of the way for him so he could see down the dark tunnel that would...somehow lead out of here for him. He could hear it, the D.O.T Matrix coming closer, the flashlight in his hand wavering with his shaking limbs, not letting him look away from the dim glow of it, the hands moving so unnaturally...What little amount of confidence he had after finally solving this puzzle was broken, he couldn’t take this anymore, the beam of light flickering over the monster, his own hand unable to be steady as his feet moved. Forcing him to run, alerting the monster, but he was already gone, breaking out into a place more well-lit, his footsteps slowed to a stop, Brian’s chest heaved, gasping for air, his slim body not built for all the running he was forced to be doing as a hunter...How had it only been a handful of hours in this hell of his? Brian’s eyes went wide, the tremble that never seemed to leave his shoulders, arms...knees, making him shake as he looked up at this mountain of appliances, lockers, and wires. He couldn’t go around this, he’d have to find another way, maybe risk getting attacked by an overworked office worker, and climb a cubicle wall? He tried to calm himself, taking the moment of silence to flick off his flashlight, turning back into the area with the D.O.T Matrix...Maybe it had left knowing it’s prey had escaped? Two steps, the sound of his cheap shoes hitting the tiles before again he heard it, the sound of a screeching dying printer, scrambling at him, beeping angrily at him like he was somehow the cause of all its problems. His fingers loosened around his flashlight, tightening just before he dropped it sweat soaking his underarms, before he turned...Without hesitation he went spelunking into the odd nest, the absurd thought flashing to the forefront of his mind as he scrambled behind some wires, an old filing cabinet casting its shadow on the man. Was this its nest? No that is absurd, it’s a machine! Right? His breath felt so loud, like it would give him away at any minute, and he forced a hand to go over his lower lips, covering his nose as his vision blurred, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. Fear was his only friend most of the time, now he was even scared he lost Kate. The sound of a printer, one that seemed to have the world’s worst paper jam came closer, finger nails off giant hands scraping the floor and making Brian tense, his muscles spasming from just how tightly he held them. He was so scared, so so scared of dying for this witch hunting cause. Brian couldn’t close his eyes, the flashlight slipping from his fingers and hitting a bundle of wires, before rolling onto the tile and hitting his shoe. It was a soft noise, the softest, but what he knew fucked him was the tiny teary gasp he made. The machine, too massive to be anything but another nightmare came to life paused in its gait, the buttons on its ‘face’ beeping, changing color, as it changed direction. It had only just barely come inside the nest, but now it was facing his hiding spot. Moving slowly it came towards him, glowing lights shining a thin shaft on his face as his knees trembled. Warmth gathered in his stomach, and he didn’t know if he was going to puke or pass out, he couldn’t...He couldn’t take this! He was so scared! Why wouldn’t anyone come to save him? His knees pressed together, his ankles moving apart, yet Brian still couldn’t close his eyes. Tears overwhelmed them, and slipped down his cheeks, dripping onto his soft blue blazer, darkening little spots on the fabric. Brian felt more than that liquid on himself, and his eyes went so wide he was sure they’d pop out of his skull for a split second, his other hand, free from its burden, pushed itself between his thighs feeling the warm wet heat. ‘No...notnow...please...pleaseplease...not now’’ It was a mantra inside his head, the issue he had been hoping to avoid all day finally coming back to haunt him. He had hoped he’d have one day, just one where he didn’t have to be scared of pissing himself, not on his new job..not on his first day. His hand squeezed himself, fingers trembling as he pressed his other hand’s palm harder against his own lips, his knees pressing together in the hopes of keeping himself from wetting, he should have worn protection...but he had been so scared of someone seeing it through his pants! His first day was such a mess, and now...so was he. The D.O.T Matrix came closer, the box of the printer pressing against wires as something loudly creaked underneath them, something Brian hoped to god wouldn’t be another awful nightmare. As the machine got closer, Brain gently shuffled backwards, his shaking back touching more wires, the wall of the nest, warmth that felt like a fire gathering lower and lower in his stomach, promising him it could make him feel better..like the liar it always was when his body betrayed him. He drew in a breath, trying to calm himself down...but it was too harsh, too loud, the D.O.T Matrix reached out its metal arm, slipping it through the small gap in the wires to reach out of him, and...his body just simply couldn’t take the strain, the tension...the fear he held in his body. Rivulets of yellow ran down the soft blue fabric, making him whimper, a sound the D.O.T heard, he knew it heard, but at this point that metal arm driving itself into his skull, taking away all the pain and fear sounded kind of nice. The suit’s color darkened down one leg of his pants, soaking all the way down to his shoes, gathering on the tile as he let out a muffled sob against the palm of his hand, his eyes finally closing as the shadow of that thin metal arm came closer to him. The fabric couldn’t hold much more than his initial stream, and he cried into his hand, whimpering and sobbing, eyes squeezed closed, as the liquid streamed harder from the fabric, pittering to the floor, the sound mixing with the heartbeat he seemed to feel in his ears. The golden puddle rippling as he dared to peak open his eyes, wanting to see why the D.O.T hadn’t killed him, spilled his blood so his coworkers could find him the way he deserved to be found, bloody in a puddle of his own piss...He was so pathetic… The arm was wavering, static charges jumping from the metal an inch from his face, making his trembles and sobs that much worse. The poor little witch hunter couldn’t take it anymore, his knees gave out and he sunk to the floor, the blue fabric of his suit soaking through. It was growing cold, not helping his trembles as he wrapped an arm around himself, watching the monster desperately try to reach him, and for a second...he thought about going to it. Then, all at once, with a loud crack, the floor gave away, Brian’s screams, cracking in the middle like a prepubescent boys, faded in the dark hole, the light-less abyss swallowing him whole.
  16. Elytross

    Neeko

    From the album: League Of Legends Art

    "Neeko was close to being corrupted by Zoe, her very presence and what she did to her friends caused her a fear that ended up getting wet on herself"

    © ElytrosS

  17. Amanda: the girl who could only pee at home I haven’t written about Amanda before because I needed to think very carefully how I told you about her. The reason for that is because while I often saw her with a very full bladder her reason for not going to the ladies was actually complex and serious. Amanda had paruresis, or extreme shy bladder and it was, for her, actually quite disabling. I hope I can now share some of her struggles with compassion, respect and authenticity. I met Amanda in the senior youth club at church. She had lovely long black hair that went half way down her back, was of average build and a lovely approachable face. She was friendly, yet reserved, and at times quite anxious. Yet she had a truly amazing gift for singing and the youth leaders were particularly keen to develop this with her. At first I had no idea about her inability to urinate anywhere except her own home because the youth club would last a few hours on a Friday night then we all went home. While there was a tuck shop and we. all, Amanda included, purchased and drank cans of fizzy juice and ate crisps and chocolate, it wasn’t uncommon for any of us not to use the bathrooms in the church. While I didn’t know about the issue I think the youth leaders may have and this first memory might show you why I think that. It was a Saturday in May and the youth leaders had arranged for us to do some community work to show our love in action. They had arranged a day of duties for us which we were all looking forward to. We split into teams and went in two minibuses to our separate areas of the town. I was in Amanda’s team and we were going to an area with some sheltered housing for the elderly where we would be litter picking, planting flowers and singing for the residents. We had all been asked to bring a packed lunch with us. The morning went fine and we began with the litter picking. Being youths we had the usual laugh together and fun but by around 11am ish the litter had all been picked up. We stopped and the owner of the sheltered complex came out with juice and biscuits for us all. As it was warm we all, including Amanda, drank cups of juice until there was none left. We then began digging ready to plant some flowers. It wasn’t until lunch time that any of us headed into the complex, one at a time, to use the loos. I wasn’t needing to go so I continued digging and then sat on some grass to eat my lunch. Amanda was near Dave, one of the youth leaders, and asked him when we were due to finish. He asked if she was ok and she just nodded then ate her lunch like everyone else. After lunch we got back to digging and preparing the soil and I noticed Amanda kept moving around. By this point I had nipped into the loo in the complex but I noticed she hadn’t. We had to keep drinking as it was warm and it struck me that she must have been the only one of us who hadn’t been to the toilet all day. Amanda was moving around a bit but nothing too obvious though Dave did ask her twice if she was ok to which she wither replied quietly yes or nodded. We planted the various plants and flowers and tidied up. I thought we might be finishing but Dave called us all together and said that he was going to get his guitar from the minibus and then we would end the afternoon signing to the residents. While he went to get his guitar Amanda sat quietly crossed legged on the grass. When Dave returned he went to find the complex manager to say we were ready but we had to wait in the gardens for the residents to be gathered together in the lounge area first. This took a while so we were mucking around and laughing but I noticed Amanda had gone very quiet. We finally went inside and stood together but Amanda stood behind me. We sang an few choruses and I could hear Amanda sing behind me but also hear her foot tapping too. Then Dave called Amanda forward so she could sing herself. That’s when I knew she had to really pee because she was finding it really hard to stand still, tapping her foot and bending at the knees or swaying as she sang. After about half an hour of singing we were all offered more juice before we left. Dave was keen that we all had a drink as the sun was shining in the big windows and it was warm. Amanda seemed reluctant but did as we all did anyway. We said goodbye and then headed to the minibus. Dave was driving and Amanda sat next to me in the front. As I lived the furthest away I was most often last to be dropped home and Amanda was the second last. Amanda was quiet and tense in the bus looking out the window. I assumed she was tired after a busy day. One by one the others were dropped home and I heard Amanda moan a little beside me. Dave must have heard too as he asked if she was ok. Amanda was facing the window turned to the side with her legs tightly crossed at an angle. Without turning around she whispered back to Dave that she was just desperate to get home. “ Won’t be long now. You’re next”. Dave and myself continued chatting normally when Amanda turned around, her face red and her forehead sweating, as she leaned forwards in the seat and pulled her arms tight around her waist. “Are you ok there Amanda? You’re not going to be sick?” Almost crying she didn’t even look up as she rocked in her seat and held her stomach. “I just...I just really need to get home.” Worried about her I put my hand on her back and rubbed it. I thought perhaps she maybe had period pains or wind or something as she looked pale and very very tense. Not knowing what was wrong I asked her if her stomach was sore. She looked up with pleading, tearful eyes at me and snapped. “I just really really REALLY need to pee ok! I’ve not been all day!” “Did you not go at the complex?” “No! I’ll be home in a minute anyway now. Just hurry up please Dave!” I didn’t feel I should say anything more but after she was dropped off home Dave shook his head and sighed before driving me home. “She’s her own worst enemy at times that girl.” “I suppose so. Not like her to be so snappy though. I guess she could have her monthly though...” “Maybe. Though I think she was just really desperate for the loo. Anxiety can be quite disabling at times you know and can get you into quite a pickle. Anyway did you enjoy yourself today then?” “Yeah it was great.” “Brill. I have a few more days planned so I hope to see you there.”
  18. POV: GF Teases & Changes Scared BF View File As requested, an old video from Diapered Daisy in which she plays the viewer's girlfriend who surprises him, causing him to wet and mess himself, then teases him about needing diapers. Submitter ControlFreak Submitted 03/02/2021 Category Female  
  19. Hello! Here's my next story. This time we are focusing on the last member of Hololive Gamers, Fubuki-chan. I hope you enjoy it. As always, let me know what you think what what Hololive girls you'd like to see in future stories. Thank you. “Kon Kon Kitsune~!” Fubuki changed the screen display on her stream to show her from head to toe in her typical outfit, from her mostly white top to her black shorts. There was, however, one discrepancy in her appearance. In her hands she seemed to hold two remotes and her eyes were obscured by a VR headset. “Today we’re going to be playing some VR horror! Normally, these sorts of games aren’t really scary to me, but Sora-senpai herself said that VR scared the life out of her, so I’ve got a seal of approval!” Although her expression was partially blocked, everyone could she the excitement on her face. She spoke the truth. Not often did she ever get scared playing horror games; typically stunned to silence a few times, but never scared to the point of screaming. Instead of dread, she felt her heart beat excitedly with the prospect of being genuinely frightened by a game. She pulled up the display of the game she was playing, making the title of the game in question very apparent: Emily Wants To Play. A common game among the Hololive members, and notorious for causing a certain princess and knight in the company to suffer from different types of accidents as a result. Nevertheless, the cat fox-girl steeled herself in preparation for the challenge as the started the game. The first thirty minutes were fairly uneventful, with only a few minor jumpscares, which elicited the occasional “Ah” or “Oh” from the snow white-haired friendzoning girl. She continued moving about through the house in the game, slowly but surely making progress through it. She’d even managed to get some laughs from some of the cornier elements. That being said, her attitude made a reversal once she had made her way into what seemed to be a child’s bedroom. Upon entering, she heard what sounded like a music box playing a light tune, or at the very least trying. A couple of the notes were off key, as if the music box had been damaged. This in itself was a little unsettling and raised her awareness, but it wasn’t particularly unbearable to Fubuki. The atmosphere started to normalize as she explored the room, but her caution did not wane. She looked all over the room, but somehow was unable to find the music box that was attempting to haunt her. Giving up, she turned towards to door to find a piece of paper attached to the back of it. She grabbed it, analyzing its contents. However, there wasn’t much to be examined with the exception of what appeared to be a drawing of a small girl standing with what looked like members of her family. Sighing at the cliché art, she made her way out of the room, before being stopped in her tracks by a whisper behind her. “Play with me…” Fubuki froze as her heart rate started to escalate at an unusual rate. In that moment, she turned her head behind her to identify the source of the voice. In her peripheral, she saw a young girl; eyes missing, pale skin, and a faint smile. She spared no hesitation in running aimlessly away from her pursuer. As she ran she pleaded, “No, no! Please don’t touch me! NO!” She couldn’t explain in her head what was wrong. No horror game she had played before was anything like this. Not like chat was helping either, spamming things like “Lol” or “scared cat friend” as the poor girl ran for her life. She started breathing heavier, losing her usual composure and entering a fight-or-flight mode. She made her way into the kitchen and stopped to quickly examine her surroundings. “I think I lost her,” Fubuki exhaled in relief. As if the universe was waiting for her to let her guard down, she heard a giggle from her left. She turned to confirm the worst. “FOUND YOU” The phantasmic girl lunged at Fubuki, causing the idol to stiffen and tense up in fear. She knew it was a game, but at the same time couldn’t shake the feeling that she was about to die. Her voice refused to come out with the exception of whimpers, and her body refused to obey her. She stood there, waiting for the fear and shock to escape her. Instead, she felt something else start to escape from her body. Something much more material. Fubuki gasped, but ultimately was unable to do anything as she felt her anus open and her body consequently pushing soft yet firm poop into her panties. Her chat was unable to tell, but she could feel it for every single moment. “Ughh… so hot… so heavy,” she grunted as she thought to herself. After what felt like an hour to her, everything stopped. Her irrational fear, and the messing episode that occurred in turn. Terror washed away from her thoughts as an entirely new feeling took its place: shame. “I’m eighteen years old, and I just pooped myself because of a video game,” the fox-girl berated herself internally while determining what she should do. She looked at the clock. It hadn’t even been forty minutes since she started streaming. “I can’t just end the stream. If I do, people will suspect something, especially after Mio’s recent accident.” Fubuki weighed her options. She could continue playing the game that made her shit herself while said shit squished and spread in her underwear, or she could leave early, gain suspicion, and likely end up in some sort of weird “VTuber accident” compilation. Taking a deep breath, she decided to go with the former. She’d rather not sit in her own feces longer than she had to, but she preferred doing that to potentially soiling some of Hololive’s reputation, literally. Continuing exploring her way through the hell-house, she tried to make small talk with chat to calm her nerves, albeit awkwardly. However, she couldn’t keep herself from slowly growing afraid of the game again as she reentered the room she fled from last time. Grabbing the paper again, she wasted no time running when she heard the girls voice once more. Heart racing for a second time, she decided to hide in the master bedroom instead of her previous place of demise. While waiting for her supernatural assailant, she couldn’t help but notice the weight in her panties, and the smell that had made it’s way to her nose. “I smell like a baby,” she laughed at her internal monologue, finding at least a bit of irony in her situation. One of the most resilient girls in Hololive when it came to horror had pooped herself like a child the first time she got genuinely scared. While her heart was still pounding, she felt as though she had made sufficient progress in the game and was comfortable in stopping the stream. She sighed in relief. It was finally over, and she could go clean herself off. She started to inform her chat, “Okay guys! I think I’m going to stop her for today. I hope you enjoyed-” *CRASH* With no warning, a loud crashing sound transpired from what sounded like it was almost right in from of her. However, she told tell instantly the sound didn’t come from the game, but instead her own residence. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Fubuki screamed bloody murder as she reeled backwards from the sound, falling flat on her butt with an audible “splat” sound, smushing her feces up the front and back of her panties. In addition to this, the white-haired girl felt the front of her shorts quickly become wet and warm. She was peeing herself, and there was no hiding it. Unconcerned with how filthy were privates and clothes were getting, she threw off her headset to confront the origin of the sound. What she saw left her dazed and confused: a shattered vase on the floor, and her cat Leo sitting smugly where the pottery used to be. Feeling stupefied, she looked down at her crotch to examine the damage she had just done. Fortunately, none of her feces seems to escape the confines of their cotton prison. On the other hand, the puddle of urine that pooled around Fubuki left no doubts as to what she just did. Lastly, she looked up at her stream. Sure enough, the thousands of people who were watching her stream were intently focused on the situation around the fox-girl’s waist. Overwhelmed with shame and unsure of what to do, Fubuki did the only think she could think about doing. She held her head down and cried like a baby, weeping her heart out on her floor until her manager eventually shut off her stream on her behalf.
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  21. SPOILER ALERT: I did indeed make it, but it was a close call. I've made it clear before that I do not enjoy the feeling of a full bladder and much more prefer seeing others desperate, which is why I haven't really found anything interesting to write on the "experiences" section of Omo.org. Well now, I have something. It's not crazy interesting since I made it, but hey, it's something. So, this happened a week ago. I was in my room, sitting in bed, working on my computer. It was 1 a.m. in the morning and I had been working for probably 5 hours at the time. For the entirety of it, I put my needs to the side and wouldn't allow myself to get up until I had finished everything on my to-do list. I'm the type of person who always puts their work before their needs. Since I was so absorbed in my work, I hadn't even noticed how full my bladder had gotten. It took a while, but I eventually came back to Earth and realized how badly I had to go. Instead of just getting up and using the bathroom, I told myself I could finish one more thing on my list and then go, putting faith on my bladder of steel. I eventually finished my task after 30-40 minutes and my bladder was beyond full. I turned off my computer and got up. As I walked to the door, it felt like gravity was pushing down on my bladder. When I opened the door, I was met with a huge cockroach on the floor in front of me. I have a serious case of katsaridaphobia, and for the people who don't know, it's basically the phobia of cockroaches. I cannot stress enough how terrified I am of cockroaches. Even typing the name gives me goosebumps. So picture this, this cockroach is just sitting directly in front of the doorway as I pace back and forth, begging this cockroach to just get out of my way, unable to actually kill it thanks to my phobia. This cockroach was literally guarding my way out and I was pissed. It sounds silly, I know. After like 10 minutes of begging this god foresaken cockroach to move, it finally ran away, and when I say I sprinted to the bathroom, I mean it. Though the relief was overwhelming, I didn't enjoy the desperation part and hope something like this doesn't ever happen again anytime soon. So yeah, that's basically it.
  22. View File Resident Evil 2 - Claire's Condition Made with Phlog's mod footage and junk from the rest of the internet. Submitter DuffMan Submitted 01/17/2021 Category Female  
  23. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Another commission from Ray of Sting featuring two more of his OCs, Robin and Nadia! A double-wetting is always fun --- and squeezing both fear and desperation into such a short vignette was clever on his part! I suppose the question now is: why was Robin so desperate in that first panel? 🤔
  24. Here's something new I've been working on. A more innocent and relatively lighthearted story, while still having lots of fear accidents. Hope you enjoy! “Run! Run!!” Valery screamed to her friend. It took all of her willpower to wait a second and ensure Morgan had begun to flee, before starting her own flight. An arrow whistled through the air, sailing just by Valery’s ear before embedding itself into the dirt road. Behind the pair, the vicious snarling and howling of a pack of gnolls filled the air, along with a light hail of arrows and thrown spears. Valery heard a metallic clang, and felt something strike the back of her breastplate. She gasped sharply, fearing the worst, but when she didn’t fall over dead, she figured her armor must’ve actually saved her. She blinked away tears, and choked back the bile in her throat, concentrating only on outrunning the gnolls. Beside her, the young mage was clearly struggling to keep up. Morgan was never particularly fit, and as terrible as this little exercise was to Valery, she knew it must’ve been ten times worse on Morgan. Additionally, Morgan had no armor, meaning when one of these arrows hit the target, Morgan was a goner. Valery quietly cursed the fact that she was the only one of them with any protection, “Do not stop running, no matter what!” It seemed like Morgan needed no convincing, but Valery slowed her own pace down, until she was just behind the mage. Though it was hardly what she wanted to focus on, the sudden foul smell she detected as soon as she was behind her friend was difficult to ignore. She could hardly blame her, though; there weren’t many good reasons to soil yourself, but this was absolutely one of them. She lifted her shield arm up, high enough to cover her own head and Morgan’s back. Sure enough, something slammed into it, and then something even heavier impacted the shield, nearly knocking the young fighter over. She quietly pushed away the mental images of what would’ve happened if she hadn’t moved to intercept the shots. Morgan stumbled a little. Her thin arms weren’t pumping energetically as she ran, more flailing wildly. Her rapid footsteps became uneven. Exhaustion was taking her, and in just a couple of moments, she would collapse. Valery’s muscles screamed in agony, as well. Another howl sundered the air, hurting her ears, but this one sounded distant. Strangely, what followed was quiet. The snarling had stopped. There wasn’t much time to think about the implications of it, as Morgan finally crumpled to the ground with a groan and a whimper. Out of options, Valery spun around, shield and sword ready. She would have to stand her ground and hope for a miracle. Except… it looked as though the miracle had already come. The gnolls were backing off, their terrifying hyena-like faces disappearing into the brush. Many of them still looked at the women, mouths watering and fangs bared, yet they still retreated. It finally dawned on her that the great howl a second ago was a command of sorts. Some sort of gnoll alpha had called them back. For what reason, she couldn’t even begin to guess, but it was exactly the miracle she needed. Valery fell down to the ground, landing on her rear, and panting heavily. She muttered prayer after prayer to the gods, thanking them for sparing the two. At some point during the ordeal, her hair tie had come loose, and her platinum blonde hair now hung messily down to her shoulders, and in her face. Her clothes were ripped and torn all over. Her brown pants (which she supposed would’ve been of more use to Morgan) were mostly undamaged, but her green tunic was falling apart, save for the bits covered by her cheap breastplate. Once she’d finally caught her breath, and the unpleasant odor of her friend’s accident had become intolerable, she got to her feet to check on the unconscious mage. Morgan had fainted, and showed no signs of stirring. Despite the terror and mortal peril they’d just endured, the dark-skinned mage looked more like she was sleeping soundly, without a care in the world. Her long black hair had a bunch of leaves in it, and she needed to change her underwear, but otherwise she looked downright peaceful. Her blue robes covered her accident pretty well, too. When enough of her strength had returned, Valery scooped up her best friend, and continued their trek to the town of Far Haven. Though it was a comment she planned to keep to herself, she had to admit that Morgan was heavier than she looked, and she had to keep herself going by either convincing herself that it was just exercise, or else imagining what would happen if the gnolls returned. After some time, her legs were about to give out, and she had no choice but to find a place to rest. She settled upon a small clearing in the trees, just off the road. She set down her friend, then made sure to lay her magic staff and backpack down beside her. Valery carefully set her own equipment down, and then proceeded to collapse face first onto the ground. She savored every second of the nothingness; no monsters, no running, no imminent death. It was bliss. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Morgan finally began to awake. Valery got to her feet quickly, to make sure her friend was unharmed. “Mmmmm, Val?” She groaned in a timid, trepidacious voice. “I’m here,” She crouched next to her, “Don’t worry, it’s over, we’re safe.” “We are?” The mage sounded incredulous, “How? What happened?” “You fainted. I covered you, and then the gnolls just left. It was nothing short of a miracle… ” Morgan reached a hand over and clasped her shoulder, “Don’t be modest. You saved my life, didn’t you?” She was asking a question, but the look of gratitude and admiration on her face made it clear she already knew the answer. “W-well, I mean… ” Valery stammered out, blushing, “Maybe a little.” “Thank you, Val,” Morgan leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around her. After everything the day had thrown at them, the hug was almost too much, and Valery felt tears threatening to emerge. Once the hug ended, and Morgan fully sat upright, her smile vanished instantly. “Oh, um. Oh no… ” “What’s wrong?” The mage seemed to shrink in embarrassment, wiggling her thighs gently, “Ummm, It’s just… I think I may have, uh, messed my pants.” Oh right. Forgot about that, Valery thought, That lovely, tender moment… interrupted by messy panties... Blushing from the sympathetic, secondhand humiliation she felt, the fighter averted her eyes and said, “Oh, yeah, I think that you did. Um, I think it happened while you were passed out, and you know, I’ve heard that it’s pretty common for people to do that when they faint. So don’t even worry about it!” She figured that the accident would seem less embarrassing if it had happened while she was unconscious, rather than while she was fleeing in horror. A little white lie to maybe make her friend feel better. Morgan still looked distraught, and more than a little ashamed at herself. “I didn’t help in the fight at all, I passed out, and then I pooped myself while you carried me to safety… I’m sorry… ” “Hey now,” Valery responded with a gentle voice, “It was a bad day. If I’d had anything to eat or drink beforehand, you better believe I’d need a change of pants, too. Besides, there wasn’t much of a ‘fight,’ remember? I was running, too.” The mage once again looked at her with gratitude. It made her heart flutter. Valery was pretty sure that Morgan didn’t know about her preference for women, rather than men; and was thus sure that her feelings for her closest friend were known only to herself. When Morgan collapsed, the only thing she felt was the urge to protect her, no matter the cost. When she… soiled herself, she felt sympathy for her, not disgust. “We still have our pack, right?” The mage asked, as she gingerly stood in an attempt to not agitate her mess any further. “I believe I packed some spare underwear.” “Yeah,” she turned and opened the pack, but her search was interrupted. “Ah! Valery!” Morgan shouted, hands covering her mouth. “What?! What?!” In reply, Morgan stepped behind her, and gripped… something. She jerked on her armor, then walked back around to her front. “Did you not notice this?!” She was holding an arrow, which had been lodged in the back of her chestplate for hours. Valery could only laugh an empty, exhausted laugh. ---------------------------------------------------------- Not much later, Morgan washed herself off in a nearby river, while Valery waited close by. She wasn’t close enough to stare, but close enough to hear if anything went wrong. As she waited for the mage to finish up, she reflected on the last few days. Contract work for adventurers was drying up all the time, the two had been working with dwindling coin reserves for months. At last, there’d been a ray of hope in the distant town of Far Haven, established across a long stretch of unexplored wilderness, teeming with beasts. The town was meant to serve as the first of many settlements in uncharted territory, but was almost immediately overwhelmed by the monsters surrounding it. And so, back by the treasuries of a dozen interested kingdoms, they put out a call for adventurers, warriors, wizards, and everyone else to journey there, and deal with the threats. They promised more contract work than anyone had ever seen. Of course, they’d also promised that the trip there would be safe, and that went poorly to say the least. But still, it was their best hope to make a living. With night nearly upon them, Valery wanted to at least make it out of the woods before they stopped to camp. As soon as Morgan finished cleaning herself up, it would be time to get a move on.
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