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  1. Version 1.0.0

    956 downloads

    So the basic premise is that this group of people go into a cave to try and slay some goblins, but they end up getting screwed. For some of the girls, quite literally. The priestess is so scared that she wets herself. I uploaded a full episode as well as the wetting scene alone. DISCLAIMER: This anime (based on the manga) is quite violent and graphic, involving people being torn and killed and raped in front of the priestess . So this might not be for you unless you can stomach it. Be warned! This wetting has been around in manga form for a while but its anime had just been released recently.
    Free
  2. Version 1.0.0

    228 downloads

    Your love of Trina has not gone unnoticed, and your curiosity about my pride and joy had led to this. She's actually one of the protagonists for a personal project that this comic will introduce to you in broad strokes. The story she belongs to is about a future society on a world that has peace nearly everywhere until a DNA sequencer explodes, and each person who breathes the air transforms into a random animal. Trina and her friends are some of the lucky ones who were only outside long enough to be able to switch back and forth between their human and animal forms, so now they have to locate their friends and families, and eventually try and solve what happened and how to fix it. Given that the other stars are the kid Trina is babysitting and a teen who delivered their pizza, I don't think this should be the series' nesting place. However Trina moonlights here and I want to include some of the omorashi instances peppered into her main presentation, so they need context. This comic sums up the plot of the story up to where I have it illustrated (have a long story in mind but these things take a lot of damn time to do right) but puts the spotlight on Trina's bladder and ramps up the mature themes with the added focus to fit your guys's interests. This tale is loosely based on one of the first stories shared on Toiletstool that I almost included as part of the official story of "Spirit DNA". Instead my pet project features a scene awfully similar to Bulma's that I hope to share in the future, but I digress. In this alternate take, Trina is with Ed (the kid she's watching) and Max (the pizza boy) in the woods, looking for Ed's parents. During their hike she decides to chance it and hold herself to avoid being seen in a private moment. Since I do the 'animal transformation' trope realistically they tear thru their clothes when becoming creatures, and so they've all seen each other nude. It affects Trina's desire to keep their respect, and as you'll see she pays the price when a big bear appears along their path. Things might not go how you expect, but there's a highly detailed fear wetting in this and plenty of teasing references leading up to the big release. Expect some nudity in the windows through Trina's panties - if this deters anyone from purchasing please message me about a censored version. Otherwise while I get to work on commissions I hope you dig this little deal and enjoy the taste of a tale I'm still waiting to fully tell. As Trina would say, toodles!
    $4.99
  3. Version 1.0.0

    857 downloads

    Found this video online, sorry the quality isn't the best. It's over an hour long and it's the usual superheroine video where she gets overpowered and tortured, in the midst she pees herself out of fear. In this she pees herself when getting punched repeatedly in her crotch, and also once when getting electrocuted. The second one isn't very easy to see due to the poor video quality, I apologize. There is a wetting in both Part 1 and 2. Both happens towards the end. In Part 1 she pees herself when getting punched repeatedly in her crotch, and in Part 2 when getting electrocuted. I cut a ~1min version (called "wet057-1") that concentrates on the wetting part in Part 1 and a ~2min version (called "wet154-2") so that's available for download too! See which one you want to download. You can start watching from roughly 43:50 for the Part 1 and 31:45 for the Part 2. I don't watch the entire thing in detail so maybe there is more than one wetting scene, who knows? I'll keep checking and update here if there are more. If you watch the full thing and find another one, please do let me know and I'll post it here! I have more videos of the same type incoming anyway but I'll upload them slowly, so stay tuned!
    Free
  4. Version 1.0.0

    553 downloads

    Found this video online, sorry the quality isn't the best. It's over an hour long and it's the usual superheroine video where she gets overpowered and tortured, in the midst she pees herself out of fear. In this she pees herself when getting tortured mainly in her crotch area. It's quite brief so it's nothing much. The wetting is in the first part, named "TBB-82 01". The other file is part 2, which just has more superheroine torture. I don't think there are wetting scenes in Part 2 but feel free to check for me. I cut a ~2min version (called "wet213") that concentrates on the wetting part so that's available for download too! See which one you want to download. You can start watching from roughly 1:05 for the cut version or 45:00 for the full version. I don't watch the entire thing in detail so maybe there is more than one wetting scene, who knows? I'll keep checking and update here if there are more. If you watch the full thing and find another one, please do let me know! I have more videos of the same series incoming anyway but I'll upload them slowly, so stay tuned!
    Free
  5. Version 1.0.0

    695 downloads

    Found this video online, sorry the quality isn't the best. It's over an hour long and it's the usual superheroine video where she gets overpowered and tortured, in the midst she pees herself out of fear. In this she pees herself when the villain starts twisting her arm or something and causes excruciating pain. The wetting is in Part 2, named "TBB-65_2". The other is Part 1 which contains the prelude if you're interested. I cut a ~5min version (called "wet516") that concentrates on the wetting part so that's available for download too! See which one you want to download. For the wetting scene, you can start watching from roughly 2:45 for the cut version or 11:00 for the full version. I don't watch the entire thing in detail so maybe there is more than one wetting scene, who knows? I'll keep checking and update here if there are more. If you watch the full thing and find another one, please do let me know! I have more videos of the same series incoming anyway but I'll upload them slowly, so stay tuned!
    Free
  6. Version 1.0.0

    520 downloads

    Found this video online, sorry the quality isn't the best. It's over an hour long and it's the usual superheroine video where she gets overpowered and tortured, in the midst she pees herself out of fear. In this she pees herself when they start stabbing swords into the cage she's in and nearly stabs her every time. I cut a ~5min version (called "wet5") that concentrates on the wetting part so that's available for download too! See which one you want to download.You can start watching from roughly 3:40 for the cut version or 42:05 for the full version. I haven't watched the entire thing so maybe there is more than one wetting scene, who knows? I'll keep checking and update here if there are more. I have more videos of the same series incoming anyway but I'll upload them slowly, so stay tuned!
    Free
  7. Version 1.0.0

    763 downloads

    This scene is from a Chinese drama, but I have no idea what drama this is. The quality is also very poor, so apologies in advance. The subtitles and audio are all Chinese, but here's my translation of what's happening in this scene. The woman sees her sister in an argument with a man, and that man reminds her of the time she was raped by another man and her PTSD is triggered. (It's unclear if that man is actually the same guy or just looks alike). She is so stricken with fear that she wets herself and drops to the floor. Hope you guys enjoy it!
    Free
  8. Just a short little sequel to this picture, still working on things just needed a break. She clutched the ransom note in her hand, a sneer emblazoned across her face. Grand Master Adelina captured and being held for ransom was bad enough… but the curs had thought to dress her up in a child’s diaper and humiliate her! Now they were extorting her for their own benefit and threatening to besmirch the reputation of a Grand Master. The sight of Adelina, chest exposed, still wearing parts of her ornate armor wearing nothing on her lower half except a bloated sagging well used diaper. A blush fell across her own cheeks, a humiliating reminder of all the accidents she’d suffered in combat. Grand Master Hestia had never been a fan of Adelina most of her fellow Grand Master would prefer to see her deposed but this was an affront to all women of the Empire! Crumpling the ransom note, a disgusted look on her face she made a call. “Yes, prepare my airship. Yes, nine thousand guilders, just in case. No, we’re not actually going to pay… I refuse to negotiate with ruffians.” The fortified airship slowly descended to the meeting point. Hestia drummed her fingers anxiously on the control panel. Her command chair felt… clammy and uncomfortable. A bout of turbulence had caused her to lose control of her bladder multiple times. Fortunately the protective pad she wore had saved her dignity of being discovered but sitting on the swollen pad for so long had wrung urine from it. She could feel her uniform trousers clinging wetly to her skin. After chewing out her navigator for voiding her bowels and ordering her off the bridge for her cowardice she dare not expose her own lapse in control. Landing was less than graceful, hitting a rock one of the landing skids slipped. The large ship lurched forward. A screech of scraping metal echoed through the ship as the Grand Master was nearly thrown from her command chair. She managed to catch herself in time but the sudden noise caused her bowels to shift. Her stomach lurched, she tensed and… ffffbllllrrrttch. A sudden sloppy evacuation into her pants. Eyes widened in fear she felt it immediately. Disgust shot through her as she fell back in her seat, sitting with a filthy squelch, her own shit pressing against her. Soft and malleable she could feel it spreading across her backside. The protective pad wasn’t designed for this kind of accident. With everyone preoccupied checking on the ship she quickly excused herself from the bridge trying to tug the tail of her coat in a futile attempt to hide her accident. With her soiled panties disposed of she readied herself for the ‘exchange’. She had no plans to hand over the guilders to bandit scum. Once they met she would demand to see Adelina. Her knights would simply overwhelm the small contingent they sent to the exchange and the gun batteries of her airship would take care of pesky reinforcements. A foolproof plan! She would surely receive a commendation to rub in Adelina’s face. The landing doors on the rear of the ship opened with a hiss and flanked by a detachment of knights Grand Master Hestia wearing her own resplendent armor. An imposing presence in her own right Hestia looked a ferocious sight with her stunning red hair and emerald eyes. Enemies of the empire often referred to her as the blazing firestorm with her tendency to raze enemy encampments and leave no survivors. Insisting on making the exchange personally despite her advisers imploring her not to Hestia approached the small group of bandits. She’s expected to see more of them, behind them she could see their camp. A scoff left her lips, Adelina’s forces had been routed by this lot of rapscallions? How pathetic. No sign of the captured grand master she pursed her lips. They’d better not try anything foolish. “You, where’s Grand Master Adelina?” she barked, wasting no time with formalities. “We’ve got your little Adelina safe and sound… well she needs a diaper change after that racket you made but that’s not a surprise. Can’t keep her pampers clean for longer than fifteen minutes even if she tried.” The uproarious laughter from his comrades stung her pride. A bright red blush of shame crossed her cheeks reminded of her own accidents on the flight here and landing. She shifted her legs, responding to their laughter with a reproachful look. “Silence, I won’t stand for your libelous words against a fellow Grand Master!” “Libelous? How many times did we have ta change her?” he said, pausing for a moment counting on his fingers. “When we captured her… when she saw that spider… when she was carrying firewood… when she was sleeping… more than once… when she got all uppity and we had to discipline her...” “Don’t forget when she shit herself when we made her spar with the recruits.” Another round of riotous laughter came from the small group of men. “You’d think she’d never held a blade before. The look on her face when she had ta fight was priceless. She barely lasted three minutes against a kid before she was crapping her pants like a toddler begging not to fight anymore... but fine… we’ll get her. We’re a merciful lot.” Hestia’s jaw tightened with each disrespectful word spoken. Each passing second she was tempted to give the order. With a snap of her fingers she could lay waste to their camp with the gun turrets on her airship. Fortunately at the last minute he acquiesced. He waved his hand and one of the men trudged off to retrieve their prize. A tense few minutes passed as Adenlina was retrieved. Hestia stood there, gaze unwavering. A gush of urine warmed the pad between her legs as she thought she was one of the men reaching for his blade but… it was just her mind playing tricks on her. A single rivulet of warmth traced its way down her thigh before Adelina came into view. Her wrists bound together with a crude lashing of rope, cheeks stained with tears she wore nothing other than a thread-worn shirt much too large for her lithe frame and… a childish diaper. The shirt hung open at the front doing little to hide her buxom chest and the diaper, swollen with urine and bloated with solid waste was already an ill fitting garment even before made heavy with fearful release. “I told ya she probably needed a change but like I said as long as your… ‘donation’ of guilders to our cause is sufficient we won’t let anyone else know about Adelina the incontinent.” Hestia simply scowled at him, turning to one of her knights she whispered in his ear and he nodded giving a terse “yes maam” before returning to the formation behind her. The whirring of mechanical actuation came from the ship as the turrets swiveled leveling their deadly sight at the encampment behind them. “You will release Grand Master Adelina to our custody now or we will level your fortifications immediately. You have less than a minute before we open fire.” she ordered, taking command of the situation. He didn’t seem perturbed by the development. Instead he shrugged, glancing back over his shoulder then once more to Hestia. “Are ya sure ya want to do that?” Hestia was slightly confused by his casual response. Unnerved even by the way he did not seem to be phased by the large bore cannons threatening to rain destruction on his legion. Another wet rush of piss soaked into her pad as her nerves began to play up. Why wasn’t he intimidated!? “We had a deal ya know...” “I am altering the deal, Adelina or your lives.” Having been at the mercy of the bandits since her capture and realizing the rescue party had no intention of paying the ransom Adelina let out a subdued whimper. Her legs quivered and from the leg guards of her diaper liquid started to run down her thighs. The Grand Master was wetting herself again. The sodden garment could absorb no more and uselessly allowed her bladders contents to spill down her toned thighs dampening the ground beneath her. He sighed and snapped his fingers immediately chaos engulfed them. A loud explosion… a second… a third! Adelina covered her ears, shutting her eyes tightly, grunting as she voided her bowels into her already full diaper. The reverberation of the explosions shook Hestia to her core. She could feel it in her sternum as stealthily placed explosives were neutralizing the threat from her airship. Her knights had sprung into action rushing forward at the sound of the blast but Hestia was frozen in fear The redhead paled not even realizing her potty training had abandoned her as her plan crumbled. Her pad was soaked in an instant and urine still flowed freely from her fear loosened bladder. A faint hiss could have been heard coming from her armor if it wasn’t for the sounds of conflict. As she stood, voiding herself, frozen on the impromptu battlefield Hestia dared not turn around to see how severe the damage to her airship had been. Her bowels fared no better and like a frightened little girl she panicked helplessly soiling her armor. Shit oozed into her panties, the second pair she had ruined today. A soft almost paste like consistency filled them to the brim, conforming to the shape of her buttocks and the metal plating of her armor. It was such a voluminous accident some had even began to leak down her thighs, smearing them a dirty brown. When she finally came to her senses she could see the glint of a blade scything towards her. One of her knights threw himself in front of her as she let out a surprised squeal, trembling hand going for her sword. More bandits were running towards them from the encampment and the small detachment of knights wouldn’t be able to hold them off for long. In the chaos Adelina had managed to slip away, tears running down her cheeks as she awkwardly ran in her dirty diaper. “G...go, k...kill them all.” Hestia ordered her knights as she scrambled after the raven-haired Grand Master. As she took off after her she could feel her accidentally released shit squishing against her. The disgusting sensation turned her stomach, she thought she might be sick. What really turned her blood to ice was the sight of her airship, the Eurystheus was in no condition to fly now. There was no chance of using it to escape it looked like the aft had been completely destroyed. They couldn’t even retreat inside and use it as a stronghold whilst they sent a distress call. With her gait made awkward by the load of shit weighing down her panties she chased after Adelina. She caught up to her behind a rocky outcropping, hiding them from the sight of the bandits. “Th...that was your plan?!” Adelina spat at the redhead. “You didn’t do any better!” “Cut my hands free!” “You can’t criticize me! It would have worked if...” Hestia flushed with embarrassment and pulled out her sword, cutting the woman’s wrists free. At least her own accident was somewhat hidden though the smell… and the wetness on her greaves would make it obvious to anyone with enough perception. “I should execute you for your cowardice and incompetence right here! If I...” Hestia froze mid-sentence, another explosion, louder than the others drowned out the sound of their petty squabble. The Grand Masters could only assume it was the Eurystheus falling to more bandit explosives. Clinging to each other in fear they both sniffled wishing to be anywhere but here. Oblivious to the puddle forming beneath their feet from their combined release of what dwindling liquid remained in their bladders. In their terrified stupor they hadn’t even realized another person had joined them. A small boy stared wide eyed at the two crying women as they held each other. One wearing a very soiled diaper, the other in resplendent armor. He seemed oblivious to the sounds of battle or the explosion coming from just the other side of the outcropping. “I just came to see the airship but wow an actual knight.” he began, a charming innocence about him. He wrinkled his nose at the smell coming from them both and with about as much tact as could be expected from a young boy made his displeasure with their accidents known. “Eww, you pooped your diaper and… it smells like you pooped in your armor too… your armor’s all wet...” The two women blushed brightly untangling themselves from each other’s grasp. Adelina desperately tried to cover the childish diaper with her hands. Hestia pinched her thighs together causing the mess to shift and squish again. Here they were, both Grand Masters, both had completely lost control of their bladder and bowels. Adelina’s diaper distended, stained and sodden, Hestia’s armor, glistening with wetness and soiled with feces. But he, a child remained unphased. Could he not hear the sounds of battle behind them or the deafening explosions? “It… it’s not what it looks like...” Hestia feebly protested. “Uhh…” He circled around Hestia and poked her armor right in the rear. There was a wet muddy squelch that came from her. She could feel her mess smushed against her backside, more if it oozing out down her thighs. “You definitely pooped your pants. You should probably be wearing diapers like her...” Hestia wiped her eyes, shaking her head. Her voice still trembled slightly. She’d just let this child point out she had utterly soiled herself any other person who would even attempt such a thigh would be summarily executed but… an idea struck her. “D… does your family live near here? If… if you take us there we’ll reward you… you and your family. Enough guilders to live comfortably for years.” she plead desperately. He paused, thinking about the offer. “Okay! Try not to have any more accidents though… it already smells bad.” With a blush both women followed after the boy, Hestia trying to instill a sense of urgency in the carefree child to get them to safety as quickly as possible.
  9. Short Fear wetting from Tsugumomo. Girl wets her skirt after nearly being killed by a certain move by her opponent. About 2 minutes into clip. Not sure if its been posted before.
  10. So something happened a few months ago i was sleeping and i distinctly remember the dream I had i was being chased by something that i never got a good look at and i had locked myself in a room and it was banging on the door repeatedly and i wet my self in fear and ran away it went on for a little and when I woke up i was in a wet bed has something like this happened to anyone else?
  11. My love of cartoon girls continues with Go Go from Big Hero 6. Another pretty simple and short story, I hope to get a longer one done here soon. Warning for messing, Hope you like it. Also any feedback is appreciated. The city of San Fransokyo was always alive at night. Neon lights lit up the sky, almost giving the illusion of the sun. The streets were crowded with people, shopping, eating or just simply having a night out. On the surface, the city seemed to be a radiant place for fun and entertainment, but below the surface, it was a completely different story. San Fransokyo had a huge crime problem. It wasn't just simple robberies and stick ups, it was deeper and worse than that. Gangs controlled the back alleys, hosting illegal robot fights and betting dirty money. Some criminals even rose above that, taking on supervillain status and terrorizing the good people of the city far beyond any organized crime. However not everyone who lurked in the shadows at night had ill intentions for the innocent. One of those good people was Go Go Tomago. While most women her age were out shopping or giggling about boys, Go Go was zooming through the back alleys of the city looking for trouble. Go Go was one of the city's few superheroines. Though she detested the title, she certainly looked the part. Even though she was short she had a strong, physical figure and a vulopuish rear. She wore a skintight black bodysuit with red lining which really showed off how powerful her lower half was. To top it off she had shiny yellow armor protecting her chest and arms, all sleek to make her more aerodynamic. She also wore a helmet made of the same material, with a tinted visor to hide her identity. What topped her whole outfit off was what made her a superheroine. Connected to her metal boots was a set of magnetic discs which allowed her to speed through the city as if she was on rocket power rollerblades. She also had a second set attached to her arms that she would toss like frisbees or use a shield from attackers. And Go Go was looking to use this suit, which while some of it was her own invention,was mostly created by the young super genius, Hiro Hamada. Normally she would fight alongside this genius and four of her friends to form the team known as Big Hero 6. Go Go however felt she was a cut above the rest of her teammates, not that she would tell them that, and loved to go out and patrol the city on her own. Speeding through her city, Go Go looked in every corner, looking for some goon to take down. She had already thwarted a few purse thieves and one car jacking, but Go Go wanted to stop something a little more challenging. It wasn’t that fun to just sock someone in the chin and call it a day, no matter how good it felt. Plus, anyone could stop petty crime, and Go Go wasn't just anybody. Just as she was about to call it quits and head home, the heroine heard the distinct sound of glass breaking coming from a warehouse she had just zipped by moments ago. Now, the sound of glass breaking didn’t necessarily mean a breaking and entering was occuring, but in Go Go’s experience, nine times out of ten, it did. She slowed down and turned right around, making a beeline for the warehouse. As she came back up on the large metal building, she saw a white van that she missed before, pulled up to the side of the building. Go Go smirked a little beneath her helmet. It looked like she was finally gonna get her wish. She slowly began circling the warehouse, trying to find the intruders point of entrance. At first, she couldn’t locate any windows on the building, but on her third time around, she looked up at the roof, and the extended fire exit leading up to it. She climbed up to the roof, and her suspicions were confirmed, one of the many glass panels used to light in the warehouse during the day, was smashed open, with a rope leading down into the building. Before she could even look down the shattered ceiling, she heard something else. The sound of one the docking bay doors being opened, followed by the sound of a car coming to life. Go Go zipped back to the edge of the building, seeing the white van driving around to the front and pulled into one of the docks below. “Dang it.” She mumbled under her breath. “Too slow.” She quickly made her way back down the fire escape, and slowly rolled her way over to the open loading dock, careful to try and stay out of sight. As she peered into the warehouse, she could see three goons, wearing black ski masks over their faces. Two of them were opening up crates with crowbars and the other was lifting goods into the back of their van. Go Go grinned to the goons. This wasn’t going to be the challenge she was hopping for, but she still could belive how stupid these guys where acting. The heroine stretched her legs a bit and then zoomed into action. First she shot toward the goon caring goods, and knocked him off his feet with a swift kick to the legs. He smashed into the floor, with all that he was caring smashing into him, making a loud crash ring through the warehouse. The other two goons quickly turned to see what happened only for their faces to be met with yellow spinning discs, knocking a few teeth out before they fell to the ground with a groan. Go Go snickered as one of the two goons tried to stand up, reaching for his crowbar. She swiftly threw another one of her disks at the man's hand, striking it with a lough crack. The goon shouted out in pain, and grabbed his now broken wrist, trying to sooth the pain. “Stop whining, and woman up.” Go Go taunted the man. “You wimps never stood a chance against me. You think someone wouldn’t notice you?” To Go Go’s surprise, the man actually let out a chuckle. “Look who's talking, dumbass. You think we didn’t notice your fatass circle this building over and over just to find an entrance point?” “W-What!?” Go Go stammered as she took a step back. “Then why did you stay? You’re clearly outmatched, you could have just left and avoided me kicking your butt!” “Because we called for backup, you cocky bitch.” Shouted the man, who now smiled with glee. Almost as if on cue, Go Go heard the sound of cars pulling up with screech. She turned only two be momentarily blinded by two pairs of headlights, coming from two new vans. The back of each van popped open and more masked goons came out, but this time, they all looked ready for a fight. Some of them had metal pipes, others ignited their stun sticks, electric energy sparking off them. Soon Go Go found herself surrounded by at least a dozen fresh thugs. “Y-You think you can take me!?” Gogo ready herself into a fighting position. “I’m not scared of you! Bring it!” The goons grinned at the comment and moved in. Go Go dodged a flurry of bats and pipes, unable to retaliate. One of the goons lunged at her with his stun stick and jabbed her in the abdomen with it. An electric surge shot through her body and Go Go let out a piercing shriek. She stumbled back and then, so taken back from the electric shock, took a swing from a lead pipe across her head, then a crack of a bat across her chest and then a fist right back into her abdomen. Despite taking all these hits, Go Go was still able to stay standing, mostly due to her armor, but also due to her own personal training and will power. But Go Go didn’t have time to admire her own will power any more, as she immediately was stuck again. A metal back smashed across her helmet, destroying her visor, revealing her face and knocking her into the cold concrete floor. Go Go felt something she hadn't felt in a long time, she felt terrified. As she laid prone on the ground she couldn't find the will to get back up. Though she didn't want to admit it she was clearly in over her head. As the goons approached her she could feel her whole body shaking in fear. “P-please! Stop! ! Y-you beat me, alright! I-I-I won’t tell anyone I promise! Just let me go!” Go Go pleaded, raising her trembling hands up in defence of any oncoming attacks. Before the men could even respond to her pleas they could help from breaking out into laughter. At first Go Go was confused but then she felt it. A wet warm sensation started to spread around Go go’s rear and as the young woman looked down she saw her tight black spandex suit beginning to turn a darker shade of black. The black haired woman tried to stop herself but it was already too late. Her urine had already soaked her skimpy panties and was even flooding out of her tights. Go Go’s eyes began to swell up with tears as she saw a large yellow puddle growing from beneath her. Go Go’s cheeks burned a crimson red. She tried to say something or even just move but her body was overwhelmed with the feelings of humiliation and terror. She hadn't wet herself in years and now her bladder just gave up all due to some lowly crooks. Go Go wanted nothing more than to just disappear or run but that wasn’t going to be an option for her. Once the goons stopped laughing hysterically at Go Go’s pathetic bodily reaction they proceeded to close in around her. “You talked all that shit but this is who really are, isn't it?” sneered one of the goons she initially beat, holding a crowbar in his grip with malice intent. “Just a little girl soaking yourself with your own piss. Well you’re right about one thing, you’re not gonna tell anybody about what you saw tonight” The man raised his bar up with a smirk, grinning down at the shaking woman. Instinctively Go Go’s body, terrified, tried to urinate more, there was none left in her. Instead her body let out loud gassy noise as she rolled out of the way of the bat, just barely dodging the strike, landing on all fours. Altered by the humiliating noise her rear just made, Go Go tried to control herself this time, clenching her cheeks as hard as she could trying to avoid further humiliation, but her body had different plans for her. Within seconds a rather large log of waste slid its way into the women's pants, tenting her spandex in a painfully obvious way. Another wave of laughter erupted from the goons. At this moment, Go Go was fully bawling, unable to fully comprehend the mix of fear and humiliation she was experiencing, which was only made worse as another log of crap pushed itself into her suit with little resistance. Slowly she turned her spandex clad rear brown and lumpy with waste, as each log that came out slowly pressed together into a large enough mess to cover nearly every inch of her already large bottom. “Did you really just shit yourself? Jeez, lady, maybe it’s you who needs to woman up.” The goon waved his hand in front of his nose. “And what the hell are you eating? This is disgusting.” The man poked her rear with his crowbar, pushing her growing mess down her thigh. “I think it’s time to finally end this masquerade of heroism.” The man aimed his weapon at Go Go's head and wound up his swing. Go Go tried to prepare to dodge but the large amount of crap set her off balance and she simply ended up landing on her butt, causing more discomfort and humiliation. All she could do was let out a shriek of terror. But before the swing could connect the sound of sirens filled the warehouse and the walls began to flash red and blue. “Shit! It's the cops, let's go!” Shouted one of the men loudly as the rest cursed in unison all, of them making a break for their vehicles. Within seconds the pathetic smelly heroine went from the thug's top priority to the last thing on their minds. They moved so quickly Go Go barely had time to take it all in, but she knew she had an opening. She had already humiliated herself in front of a dozen goons.The last thing she needed was for the law enforcement to question her with pants full of crap and urine dripping down her leg. Go Go forced herself to stop crying long enough to make sure her blades were intact enough to move and quickly rolled out of the warehouse, blasting past a few surprised police officers as she went. She could only hope they didn't make a connection between her and the large urine puddle in their investigation. Keeping to the darkest alleyways she could, the young heroine tried to keep away from public view as she knew her mess and stain would be impossible to hide. As she sped her way to her apartment, she could feel the mushy legs of crap slowly slide down her leg with every moment. The feeling was embarrassing. It was hard for her not to break out in tears again. She didn't even know where to begin with what just happened to her. It all felt surreal, like some sort of twisted nightmare. She had never felt so pathetic, so powerless in her life, but here she was. Maybe the worst part about it was just how damaged her suit was. It was far beyond her fixing capabilities, but she couldn't take her shit stained spandex to its young creator for repairs and keep what little pride she had left. But that was an issue for tomorrow. Right now, Go Go needed a shower. A long hot shower.
  12. I don’t even think I can begin talking about how long this has been in the works. Six months? Seven? It’s taken so much work that I even took a break several times to write other stories, but finally it’s done. I had this brief period where I REALLY wanted to write about two girls exploring a destroyed world from the safety of an old military tank and this was the final result. I do have a Ko-Fi if you like my stories and wish to support me: https://ko-fi.com/callumdoesathing _______________________________________________________________ Two Girls And Their Tank: A Beast In The Woods “... and that was another fine arrangement by the Miriam String Quartet.” Over a hiss of static, Buck Allworth saw off the last song with a few kind words of gratitude for the person who had sent in the old vinyl. “From the Pipeworks, to Hawkland, all the way to Sieger’s Settlement, I’m Buck Allworth and this is Archived Radio.” He spoke softly, with a kind voice that harkened back to the old days - back to the days when families could gather around the radio in the comfort of their own homes and bask in the enchanting music of the big bands. “Next up, we have Booker White’s Moonlight Band singing ‘And I’m a sucker for you.’” “Ooh~” Annie crooned, sweeping her frizzy locks from her eyes and taking another bite of her sandwich. She sat like a child, legs crossed and a bottle of fizzing soda in her hand, tapping the glass in rhythm to the music. When the music started, it was like being wrapped up in a whimsical world; Annie leant back, closed her eyes and let the music of yesteryear wash over her. All Annie had experienced in her lifetime was the melancholy strum of a guitar or the quiet, but sombre sounds of a violin. The music of the roadside settlements was depressing, as quiet and miserable as the world that surrounds them. But when she tuned into Archive radio, hosted by the soft-spoken Buck Allworth, she could close her eyes and let herself get lost in the grand old tunes of yesteryear. She liked to imagine that she was back in time, standing among a crowd of men and women, the elite of the former world, the people who dressed the best and knew how to have a good time. They’d be ready for a night on the town, wearing black freshly pressed suits with matching ties and the women in their long flowing gowns that hide their white sparkling shoes beneath their long elegant flow, just like the old magazines showed her. She’d be lost in a haze of cigarette smoke, the smell of freshly lit cigars and expensive brandy clouding her nostrils. There’d be sounds of chatter, gossip and laughter all set against the tremendous music of a large brass band. “I’d be dressed for such an event too.” Annie sighed, her heart fluttered as she lost herself in her thoughts. She wrapped a strand of her long curly hair around her finger, imagining herself with long straight hair. “What kind of do would I have? A ponytail maybe?” She rubbed her thumb against her finger, trapping the lock of hair between them. “Or maybe long and straight like when I was a little girl.” “Annie!” There was a shrill scream, like that of a girl who had been waiting for far too long. “Annie! Get your head out of your arse!” It was Piper, who was glaring up at her with a subtle look of anger, but with Piper she never did anything subtly. She put her hands on her hips and leant in, bringing her stern gaze closer to Annie. Her shrill yells were enough to whisk Annie away from her yesteryear fantasies. She watched it all burn away before her eyes; the tall golden columns around her shifted and shaped into rows of tall, dead trees that she saw everyday on the roadside, devoid of colour, scorched and crumbling before her eyes. The carpeted red floor that she strolled across elegantly was warm, and growing warmer. It cracked and tore apart, revealing a spanning landscape of depressing grey tarmac. And the large brass she imagined central at the front of the hall disappeared in a puff of smoke, and the magical music they composed was nothing more than the sound of an old vinyl over the crackling radio. Once again, Annie found herself sitting on the steel frame of their tank, a half-eaten sandwich on her lap and an empty bottle of Freckleman’s soda. “S-Sorry Piper.” She glanced with sorrowful eyes at her comrade below her, feeling the impatience burning through those fiery eyes. “W-What do you need?” Piper huffed, swept back her black hair and climbed up onto the tank. “I needed the crowbar. I tried yelling at you, but you were off in your head again so I came back to get it myself.” She shook her head, swept her hair back again and climbed down into the tank’s compartment. Annie stood up, scratched her numb arse until she could feel her cheeks again, and scoffed down the last half of her sandwich. “Do you need a hand finding it?” She called down to Piper, spewing crumbs onto the tank. “Nope, I’ll be fine.” Piper’s voice echoed back. “Ah, here it is! Heads up!” A loud metallic clang rattled Annie’s attention, causing her to jump. She swung herself around and saw the crowbar lying on the ground. It landed with such force it shattered the tarmac around where it had landed. Piper re-emerged from the compartment, stretched her arms, and hopped down from the frame. She picked up the crowbar, gave it a few swings and once she was satisfied, swung it over her shoulder. “There we go, this should bust the lock.” She said with a smile. Piper walked off along the forecourt and around the side of the old building - Wellington Gas & Services was the name of the store - An old service station from the time of yesteryear, now boarded up and barricaded, left to rot in the scorched countryside. Piper, the older of the two girls, had once been a Tank Commander for the Hawkland Army, and her military past showed clearly in almost anything she did. She wore a dark green jumpsuit and black boots that were beginning to show their age. Her long dark brown hair was often worn in a simple ponytail so it wouldn’t cover her face. She was quite militant, with the steeled looks of an army commander. She rarely smiled and most of the time she would stare intently, her brows furrowed and her eyes scouting everywhere, always on the lookout for danger. Annie however, was nothing like her comrade. She was a civilian from an old oilworks settlement just outside of the Hawklands. She was an engineer for the pipelines and her past knowledge was what eventually led to her coming along with Piper, though rarely did she get to touch any of the delicate parts of the Tank. She dressed in a simple pair of denim overalls with a white tee and knickers beneath them. She had frizzy ginger hair that often curled and freckled cheeks that dotted her pale face, especially around her button nose. After about ten minutes, and some very loud banging, Piper emerged from behind the old shop, bringing with her a long black hose. “See, I told you there’d be some left.” She said proudly and dropped the hose behind the tank. “I never doubted it, Piper.” Annie rolled her eyes. Not once could she remember telling Piper that there wouldn't be any fuel left, yet Piper continued to act like she had proven her wrong. The tank would take some time to refuel, so the girls passed the time in their own way. Annie climbed atop the turret, made herself comfortable, and decided to read through a comic she’d found in a ruin sometime ago. It was an old comic - a story of a superhero from another world who had come to Earth. She sat with her back against the warm steel, her sleeves rolled up, reading through the action-packed pages and sipping on a bottle of cola. Piper, having brought her tools out from the main compartment, crawled under the tank and started to make some small repairs to the tank. She’d wrapped the top of her overalls around her waist, showing off her oil-stained vest and a teasing glance of her perky chest. She climbed down beneath the murky underbelly of the tank and with a flashlight clasped between her teeth and a spanner in hand she got to work tightening up the loose bolts. She took great care of her tank and she was always anxious that slogging the steel behemoth through the rough terrain was beginning to wear down the underbelly. Even the toughest tanks couldn’t handle the vile swamps and murkland that now polluted the world. She was minding her own business, struggling with a bolt that was stuck with mud, when she felt a niggle from her lower tummy. She grimaced at the feeling and put a hand atop her stomach. Finally, her morning coffee had settled and she needed to take a leak. Piper dropped the flashlight and sighed. It had been a while since she’d last done it. She and Annie had woken up, settled who got what rations over a game of rock-paper-scissors, and then took turns pissing into a dry well of mud before driving off down the road. However Piper was quite fond of drinking coffee while she drove. The caffeine kept her alert and she was really fond of the taste; The bitterness of dark coffee reminded her of the army. Usually, she would empty a whole flask of freshly made coffee before the afternoon and another in the evening. “It’s that time again.” Sighed Piper. She grabbed the bottom of the frame and pulled herself out from beneath the tank. The sun was blinding and she raised an arm to shield her eyes. “Is everything okay underneath?” Annie asked, peering over the pages of her comic book and revealing her deep blue eyes beneath a curtain of ginger hair. “Yep.” Piper replied plainly, uninterested in conversation. She untied her overalls, letting them fall around her boots and giving Annie a full view of her bare slender legs, glistening with sweat, and a pair of white knickers smudged with motor oil. “Keep an eye on the gas tank.” She ordered Annie, looking over her shoulder and casting a commanding glare in her comrades' direction. “Huh? Why? Where are you going?” Annie rested her comic book by her side and crawled to the rear of the tank. “Are you going to take a leak?” She tried asking, though as she lost herself in the dazzling view of Piper’s long bare legs, she had a feeling that she knew the answer. Piper slipped out of her overalls and chucked them atop the tank, landing them on the turret right beside Annie, and strutted off towards an old rusted out car. “Where do you think?” She yelled back at Annie without turning to her. Watching Piper walk off, Annie felt a familiar feeling burning within her. She felt her cheeks grow warm and her ladyhood quiver. She enjoyed when Piper did her business, often watching her during their breaks along the road; She’d sneak a sly peek from behind the tank while Piper was squatting. Seeing Piper hunkered down, with her cheeks spread and a long golden stream splattering noisily between her legs and onto the dry earth between her muddy boots. It made Annie shiver with a pleasurable, yet sinful quiver. With a sly smirk, Annie rolled over onto her stomach to get a fine view of Piper strutting bottomless across the forecourt. The white cotton of her knickers failed to contain the fine form of Piper’s well-endowed backside, the rear of her knickers were enveloped by her crack. Annie nursed the bottle of soda, letting the bubbles tickle her tongue, and lay on her tummy with her feet hanging in the air. She watched Piper go behind the rusted car, bending down beside the backseats to hide herself, but there were no doors on the car, meaning that from atop the tank, Annie got quite the pleasant view. “I wonder if it’s number one or number two.” Annie asked herself, remembering that Piper drank quite a bit of coffee this morning.. She got her answer soon enough as she watched a sputter of piss dribble from between Piper's thighs. She could tell Piper grunted, noticing her anus wince between her spread cheeks. “Hmm~” Annie sighed. Piper had an amazing butt, one that she could never get tired of staring at. Annie watched lewdly, her eyes fixed on Piper squatting behind the old car, a sinful smile on her face as that little sputter of piss blossomed into a long, pale stream. It fell, catching the sunlight and splattering against the dry tarmac, leaving a puddle. She enjoyed watching, though without Piper’s knowledge. There was something pleasurable about watching her friend relieve herself, something strange that made the soft spot between her thighs quiver with glee. She loved the way her stream rained between her legs, wetting her thighs as a few stray dribbles ran down her bare legs. The way her pale fluids hit the sunlight, sparkling. And of course, the very faint, but obvious sound of her piss striking the tarmac, a heavy splattering like rain hitting stone in the distance. Piper’s stream grew stronger, striking the concrete fiercely. She shuffled around, moving her boots to avoid them getting splattered. It didn’t work; her boots were getting doused by the smallest splatters of pee. Annie giggled to herself, delighted by the sight of Piper’s butt and the long pale stream running between her legs. She didn’t really understand why it was so pleasurable to watch Piper relieve herself, there was just something about it that made the soft spot between her thighs quiver whenever she mentioned it. Maybe it was just watching her stream rain from between her thighs, dampening her soft thighs with a few dribbles and the hefty splattering splashing against her butt. Maybe it was the way the sunlight hit her stream, giving it a distinct sparkle. Or maybe it was the faint, but obvious sound of her piss as it struck the dry ground, the sound resonating on the wind. Perhaps it was just the naughtiness of leering from a distance, deriving a quivering pleasure from spying on her comrade during this most personal moment for a girl. Suddenly, there was an overwhelming stink of gasoline in the air. Annie grimaced, her whole face twisting at the smell. It was vile, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her from enjoying this simplest of pleasures. There was only so much time she could enjoy it for and she wanted to make sure that she remembered every little detail of Piper’s little comfort break. Once she saw the last little splutter of pee dribble into the large puddle between Piper’s boots, Annie sat her soda down by her side and watched her dry off. Without any paper, Piper had no choice but to shake. She stood up, her knees bent, and jiggled her butt softly to shake off the last few drops. Annie rolled over onto her back and sighed. She was quivering, every inch of her body shuddered in delight. There was nothing better in her day than that lewd glance of Piper during her most private moment. She lay there in the sun, rubbing her thighs together and letting her perverted thoughts get the best of her. “Annie! Annie!” A girl kept calling to her. “ANNIE!” It took her a moment to realize that it was Piper calling for her, and she didn’t sound too pleased about being ignored. Annie rolled onto her belly, shaking her head to whisk herself away from her perverted thoughts. She could see Piper running toward the tank, her knickers barely covering up her slit which glistened with a dribble of pee between her lips. “ANNIE! HEAD OUT OF YOUR ARSE!” Piper screamed, injecting all of her fury into those words alone. Those words were enough for Annie to flinch. This time she knew Piper was serious. “Hmm? What? What’s up!?” She yelled back in confusion, struggling to put her thoughts together. The air was now reeking, thick with gasoline. Once her head was clear, she noticed the sound of something hissing too. “The pipe! You idiot!” Piper pointed frantically to the side of the tank. “I told you to watch the pipe while I went for a piss!” “The pipe?” Annie turned in the direction Piper was pointing and that’s when she saw exactly why Piper was so angry. “THE PIPE! SHIT!” Her whole face dropped in disbelief, she didn't have any more words. The nozzle Piper had hooked up to the Tank was spluttering, spitting out gasoline all over the forecourt and up the tank, washing it in thick viscous fuel. “There’s a kink in the line!” Piper yelled, pointing to a length of the pipe that was bulging, clogged by fuel that struggled to navigate the kink. "How did you not notice it!?" She was infuriated, seething even. She rushed up to the nozzle, planted her foot against the tank to steady herself and wrapped both hands around the nozzle. She heaved, putting all of her strength into pulling it from the fuel tank. The nozzle came loose, disconnecting with a metallic click. It gushed gasoline, the force being enough to push Piper back a few inches. She slammed her foot on the ground and grappled the flailing nozzle like she was fighting a large snake. It sprayed gasoline everywhere, showering the forecourt, the Tank and even Piper herself a little bit. She struggled to control the flailing pipe, and seeing Annie’s dumbward gaze like she’d been left paralyzed, she knew she was in this on her own. She was given no choice but to let go of the pipe. “Annie, get behind something now!” She yelled and at that moment, let go of it. Before it could hit the floor, Piper was already off. She sprinted behind the tank to shield herself from getting any wetter than she already was. Her shirt and trousers were already soaked by the nozzle sputtering fuel everywhere. They both watched from cover as the fuel sprayed everywhere. “All that gasoline being pissed away…” Piper frowned. Enough gasoline to get them at least another hundred miles now being wasted. It wasn’t long until everything went quiet. The hidden reserve ran dry and the pipe, finally tapped out, collapsed into the giant pool of gasoline it had created. The strong smell of gasoline pierced the air, overwhelming their senses. Now that the chaos was over, Annie hopped down from the tank and over to Piper. Now that everything had settled, she was up for helping. “Are you okay?” She asked. “You didn’t get soaked or anything, right?” “I’m fine… I’m fine.” Piper sighed. She looked up at her tank, frowning at the sight of wasted gasoline. There must’ve been enough there for another hundred miles, and now it was dripping down the side of the tank. Annie knew she’d messed up, but it felt worse when she saw Piper frown. “I’m sorry, Piper.” She apologized, looking down at her feet like a worried puppy, her face hidden by a frizzy curtain of ginger hair. Piper sighed and climbed up onto the tank. “It’s fine, Annie. I… I should’ve just done it myself.” She lifted the hatch leading into the compartment and sat down. “We have enough gas and the storm should wash off most of that.” She hopped down into the compartment. “Grab my overalls and let’s get going.” Annie walked through the pool of gasoline, her boots squelching against the ground. The way Piper handled that mishap was better than it had been before. Usually, she turned red, and her words were so heated she often worried she was going to spit fire. But this time, it didn’t feel right. She was calm, collected, without a single word to show her anger. Annie sighed, climbed up onto the tank and grabbed Piper’s overalls. Maybe she was just becoming more accepting of the disappointment. She took one last look at the afternoon sun, enjoying these final seconds before she’d be confined to the steel innards of the tank, and finally, after she’d had her fill, climbed down the ladder and slammed the hatch closed. She had gotten in just in time to see Piper changing into her spare clothes. Her overalls, splattered with gasoline, were balled up on the floor beside her footlocker. She had just pulled up her trousers and was buttoning the front when Annie got down the ladder. “Ready to get going?” Piper asked her, the tone in her voice still cold with frustration. It would ease up over time, but not while there was a gasoline-shaped hole in her heart. “I guess so.” Annie nodded. Piper, with Annie’s help, pulled the massive lever back to start the ignition. The engine sputtered to life and the sound of machinery grinding rang through the compartment. Piper ducked beneath the low ceiling separating the driver’s seat from the compartment and hopped into the seat. She took off the handbrake and with a violent jolt that lurched both girls forward, drove off down the road. Once again, the girls passed the time in their own way during their long journey. Piper enjoyed an old flask of coffee while she was driving. It helped her to concentrate. She sat alone in the driver’s seat with only the radio for company while she navigated the scorched roads. Every now and then she’d reach down for the thermos by her seat and take a sip of coffee. The taste was bitter and it had gone cold. Piper grimaced with every sip but it was all she needed to keep herself alert. “Good evening to all of you out there. This is the Evening Report, helping you to keep safe during these trying times. The current time is 6pm and we’ve got quite the storm ravaging the countryside.” The radio reporter, a soft well-spoken man, gave an update on the current happenings in the world and signed off, leaving his listeners to a night of music. The next song from a playlist of yesteryear crackled on the radio. A jazzier instrumental - those were often played during the evening. “Hey, Piper?” Annie called out from across the compartment. Over the roaring of the engine, Piper couldn’t hear her. She could hardly hear herself. “Piper!” She screamed. This time, Piper looked over her seat and nodded. She reached over her shoulder and turned the dial on the radio, lowering the volume and gave Annie another nod to let her know she could hear her. “Hey! What? What’s up?” “Do you mind if we take a short break? I’ve gotta go… you know?” Annie asked with a quiver of shame, her cheeks growing a searing hot red. She leant forward in her seat, straddling the rough leather and clicking her boots together. Piper sighed, showing her frustration as she ran a hand through her hair. She wasn’t one for unscheduled stops. She followed a strict regime that had been with her since her days with the army. Everything had to be done during one of their routine stops that she insisted they take once every few hours. It was like clockwork to her, a routine that gave her life some normality. However to Annie it was monotonous, repetitive and straining - they’d stop, eat whatever scraps they had salvaged that day and relieve their bladders by the tank while the other stood watch before continuing off down the road. But Piper became especially grouchy about unscheduled stops when either of them needed to answer nature’s call while on the road. Annie couldn’t help but feel a tad guilty when she saw that look of frustration on Piper’s face. They’d been driving for hours and Annie, after holding in three bottles of soda and a heavy lunch, felt she was reaching her limit… in both departments. She felt the peeking head of a curious brown turtle and for Annie that was enough for her to ask for a break so she could make a drop in the bushes. Piper pulled down the lever by her seat and both girls jolted forward as the tank came to a sudden stop. The gentle rattling beneath their feet ceased and the compartment grew still. She climbed onto her knees and looked over the back of her seat with an unamused look. “What’s it for?” She asked, glaring at Annie. “W-What do you mean what’s it for?” Annie answered with a defensive huff. “I just said… I’ve gotta go. That’s a good ‘nuff reason.” Piper sighed. “I mean number one or number two?” Her calm tone was cracking beneath impatience. Hearing such a question caught Annie with her knickers down. Metaphorically. Though she did wish to have them down soon. She’d never been asked something so personal by Piper. Even if she was taking a dump during their scheduled stop, Piper never once asked just what she needed to do. Such a question knocked her back like an explosion, causing her to spill over and land back in her chair. Blood rushed to her face and her pale freckled cheeks were left searing with embarrassment. “Why does that matter!?” She replied with a fiery voice. “If it’s number one then just go in the canteen.” Piper waved her hand in the direction of an old metal canteen among the junk in the compartment. “We need to get a move on and I don’t want to make any stops unless I really have to.” “I’d say this is important.” Annie protested, feeling her stomach grow heavy under the weight of her bowels. As they were talking the pudgy mud-like lump pushed itself against her knot, stopped only by Annie clenching her cheeks. It was getting bad. She’d completely forgotten that she was bursting for a piss too. The urges in her stomach were making themselves far more known than anything her bulging bladder could produce. With a shameful sigh, knowing that Piper wouldn’t give in unless she admitted it, Annie swallowed her shame and came forward. “It’s b-both.” She squeaked, averting her gaze from Piper’s inquisitive stare. Her answer was met with a furrowed brow. “Hmm? Say again, I didn’t hear you?” “It’s both…” Annie squeaked again, quieter this time. “I have to go number one and number two.” “Okay, we can stop then.” Piper flicked the switch for the ignition down. The green light above it turned red and the low rumbling of the engines ceased instantly. “If you gotta go, you gotta go. I can do some maintenance and I don’t want you stinking up the compartment.” Without the bellowing of the engine, there was only silence. It was quiet enough to hear the storm rattling the tank's frame. Though the engine was off the main light that dangled by a string over the compartment remained on, buzzing quietly. “Ha, thank you.” Annie stood up and immediately she was hit with what felt like a rushing wave pushing against her waist. It was as if her bladder had filled instantly. There was a raging tide in her bladder and it was desperately seeking a place to settle. She grabbed a handle on the wall, wrapping her hand around the cold steel. She stood pigeon-toed, the tips of her boots touching as she waited for the wave to settle. For now, with her energy channelled into keeping her cheeks clenched and her hole puckered, her bowels didn’t cause her the same discomfort her bladder did. Once the tide between her legs settled and Annie was confident she could walk without leaking, she hurried over to the ladder and wrapped her hands around the rungs, eager to climb out into the countryside and scurry to the nearest bush. The thoughts of watery relief behind a bush sent a sharp shudder of delight up her spine. She hadn’t taken a piss since this morning and it had been at least a day since she had taken a dump - An old abandoned quarry, that’s where she’d last done it, using an old cement mixer as a makeshift toilet to shit in. She climbed the first two steps of the ladder, growing ever more desperate to get outside and cater to her body’s desperate desires. Annie grinned, imagining the relief she’d soon be feeling. “Hold on.” Piper ordered. “Ooh… what is it now?” Annie whimpered, dancing in place and wrapping her legs around the ladder. “H-Hurry up, please P-Piper.” Piper did no such thing. She took her time getting up from the driver’s seat, shimmied her way through the pipes and components and made her way toward the ladder and Annie without speaking a word. Annie watched her, still squirming around the ladder as Piper pushed past her and squatted down beside the small brass case that was secured with a padlock. “Where’s the bloody hell did I…” Piper murmured, looking around the chest. She didn’t seem too bothered about Annie who felt like she was about to burst if she had to endure this any longer. “Aha!” She reached onto a low shelf and took out a small silver key, which she used to unlock the case. Annie tried to sneak a peek at what Piper was searching for, but she did a good job concealing herself as she rummaged around in the chest. She could hear things being moved, pushed aside and thrown around, but all she could see were Piper’s hands shuffling. After a few seconds Piper stood back up and approached her red-headed friend. “You’re going to need this if you’re going out.” In her hands she held a Braun.45 “A Braun?” Annie recognized the pistol; her father had owned the same model, though this one had been better maintained - it had been cared for, with no scrapes or scratches anywhere on it. The condition was like brand new, right out of the factory. She took it and held it in her hands briefly, feeling the weight of it. For a pistol, it was heavy. Annie couldn’t even remember the last time she had held a weapon. Perhaps the feeling would have brought more nostalgia if she wasn’t pressing her quivering girlhood against the rungs of a rusted ladder. “It’s best you take this too.” The second item Piper presented to her was a small gizmo no larger than a rock. It was metal, cold to the touch, with wires wrapped around the handle and a small glass screen. She handed it to Annie, who looked at it with a confused scowl, furrowing her brow as she turned it over and looked at the back. “What is it?” She asked Piper. “An Auran device.” Piper informed her. “We used to use them to detect Eldritch lifeforms.” She reached forward and flicked a switch on the side of the device. The device came to life in Annie’s hands, the screen flickered on and displayed a standard radar screen like she’d seen before. It crackled, the screen hissed with static and it made her hands feel fuzzy, but Annie saw nothing extraordinary about the device. “It’s detected nothing, so we’re safe here.” Piper droned on. “If it detects something the device will start to beep, and the frequency of the beeps will let you know how close it is. The shorter the interval between pings, the closer it is.” Annie squirmed impatiently as Piper continued to babble on. She gripped the rungs of the ladder tightly, wrapping her legs around it and squeezing her thighs against the cold steel to relieve herself of the overwhelming urge to flood her knickers. Pressing herself against the ladder helped, and Annie, though secretly, delighted in the feeling. She’d hoped that having Piper see her in such an indignant state, groping the ladder and wrapping herself around the rungs in sheer desperation would be enough to encourage her to shut up and let her get on with relieving herself. Instead however, Piper took no notice and continued prattling on about the use of the Auran device, much to Annie’s desperate dismay. Suddenly, Piper stopped explaining and looked up, scrunching her nose as she caught a whiff of something foul lingering in the air. She sniffed curiously, grimacing at the smell. “Do you smell that?” She asked Annie. “I don’t smell anything.” Annie replied calmly, knowing full well what it was. “Smells like one of the converters is breaking down.” Piper kept sniffing the air, unsure what she was smelling. All she knew was that it was foul, and it made her nostrils twitch. She turned around and bent down beside the pipes running along the bottom of the compartment. The old converters that filtered the waste from the tank emitted a sulphuric smell when they were breaking down and it was easy to believe somebody had just ripped a fart when one of them finally did. But Piper was a girl who put her tank before anything else. The moment she could smell something foul in the air, the first place her mind went was to some component or another breaking down. Annie watched in silence, wafting her hand behind her backside. She knew full well that it was neither the pipes or the converter that were responsible for that foul smell. She exhaled a sigh of relief and smiled when she felt her guts settle. It had been her who had sullied the air of the cabin, though she would never admit it. As Piper had droned on, oblivious to Annie who was holding on despite the brown load turtling between her cheeks, she couldn’t help but let one quiet fart slip. It was humiliating, her cheeks warmed as the little cloud of gas escaped her quivering hole. Annie bit down on her lip, feeling her face turn red. But she’d been saved humiliation by Piper’s obsession with keeping her tank in it’s best condition. “I’ll take a look at that in a moment.” She wiped her brow and hopped back up to her feet, scratched her arse and turned to Annie to resume her lecture. She couldn’t even speak a single word before Annie spoke first. The ginger-haired girl was cracking under the weight of her bladder and her bowels. When she couldn’t even wiggle without the fear of a muddy fart escaping, she knew time was not on her side. “P-Piper!” She hissed, tightening her grip around the ladder and brushing aside her ginger hair. “I, ahem, I’ll be fine.” She took a deep breath. “Can I please go?” “So you understand how the device works?” “Y-Yes.” Annie nodded. “It beeps and beeps faster if something gets near me. I get it.” “Alright then.” Like a strict mother, Piper gave her a nod and waved up to the hatch leading outside. “Don’t stray too far. Go out, do what you gotta do, and come back, okay?” She sat down beside the old radio, turned the dial and tuned in just in time to hear Moonlight Theatre. The narrator, a quiet man with a deep voice well suited for the theatrics offered by the station, was recreating an old radio drama. Annie barely heard his opening chapter. She climbed up the ladder and threw open the hatch. It swung back with a heavy crack and struck the top of the tank with a metallic clank. She peered her head out, and was met with the icy winds of the storm. She shuddered, feeling her skin prickle, and quickly her red frizzy locks grew damp and dull from the rainfall. The earthy smell of wet dirt was the first thing she could smell. The first thing she could see as she scouted the forest from the tank was a long stretch of road unlit by either a lamp of the moon. It was pitch black, save for the fog lights of the tank, which illuminated the road with a dimly-lit glow. She climbed atop the tank and closed the hatch behind her. She hadn’t been out for more than a minute and already she had grown damp from the rainfall, feeling the biting chill seeping through her clothes numbing her bare body. The sky grew black with storm clouds and it looked like they were in for a long night of fierce weather. There was little sign of Eldritch influence around the woods, the trees and surrounding land though scorched remained somewhat natural. The tall trees choked away the moonlight and in the foglights of the tank, Annie noted a ghastly fog sweeping the roads. She could hear nothing but the ragged sounds of her own breathing and the downpour of freezing cold rain; even the engines were silent, almost as if they were frozen in a fearful awe of the forest entangling the land around them. But as Annie scouted the area, she was reminded by her bladder of why she had ventured out here. Her bladder twinged, and she could feel her fluids sloshing around. She felt fit to burst. “I really need to take a leak.” She said with a desperate grimace. She shimmied herself along the frame and toward the turret. In one hand she clutched the Auran device, which was yet to detect any presence around her. It crackled with a lifeless hiss of static. With such pressure on her lower body, it was difficult to move properly. Annie felt her legs shaking as she slowly approached the turret, her bladder twinged fiercely, causing her girlhood to quiver. She was sure she could feel a dribble, but it could’ve just been the rain. She slowly made her way along the tank’s turret, the hollow sphere of the turret pinging against her feet as she moved delicately to keep her footing. “Oooh… I feel like I’m about to go in my pants.” She said again, this time with a soft whimper. Her bladder was growing impatient, the pains between her legs were growing worse and striking her at shorter intervals. Her bowels too pestered her during these moments of weakness; she could feel her rear knot wincing and something hot and muddy trying to rear its head between her cheeks, hanging from her clenched ring like a stick. Her stomach felt heavy and it weighed down on her, causing her great discomfort. Annie needed a second; to take a deep breath and to compose herself before continuing. If she took another step under this pressure she’d be making two messes in her pants. A few seconds beneath the biting rain passed and the pressure in her lower tummy subsided. Annie continued, sliding down the armoured plating covering the treads and descended onto the ground. The road was now a pool of thick, viscous mud, and she felt herself land straight into a muddy puddle, splattering her denim overalls with a shower of mud. “Ugh…” She exclaimed with disgust, grimacing. She tried to think nothing of it and walked on, but as she stepped away from the tank she felt another push against her brown knot, this time her whole stomach growing tight. If she dallied too long, she would have more to worry about than just dirt on her trousers. She looked up and down the road, making sure there was nobody coming. Once she was sure nobody was around, she raised her butt and with a soft grunt ripped another, lengthier fart. “Ooh~” She sighed, raising her butt higher. It was loud enough to be heard even over the rainfall and she was close enough to messing herself that Annie had to pat her butt, just to make sure it was a dry fart. It was, luckily, and she again let out a relieved sigh. “Hmmm~” The pains in her stomach settled again, leaving only relief. To the side of the tank was a thicket between two scolded trees. The dark tunnel of overgrown grass called out to Annie, the thick bushes enticing her with the promise of privacy and shelter from the freezing rain while she relieved herself. “Ha… that’ll do nicely.” She said with a joyous smile. Cautiously, she raised the Auran device in the direction of the thicket. This time, the device sensed something, marking it with a low-pitched ping. On the screen something flashed in the distance. The pings sounded with a delay of at least four seconds of dead air between them. Annie had never known such an intricate device, though she knew the pings warned her of the presence of Eldritch beings, the device did nothing to alert her to the kind of creature. For all she knew it could’ve been a bug that crawled too close to a rift. Another uncomfortable wriggling in her lower stomach pulled Annie from her thoughts. She felt the brown head of her load pushing itself against her whimpering anus once more. Her knot, which she kept puckered tightly, quivered under the stress of the waste. With a deep breath, Annie clenched her hole fiercely, the pain causing her to double over and grit her teeth as she sucked the load up back into her bowels. She could feel the log retreat, pushing back toward her bowels, but leaving an unpleasantly warm ring around her knot as it did. Growing ever nearer to her limit, Annie was forced to squeeze her legs together and clench her cheeks tightly, grimacing as the mass retreated. Her stomach tightened, a bloated feeling filled her belly and she felt the urge to rip another fart. “N-Not this time…” She said with a pained expression, knowing that if she were to rip another, there would be more than just wind. She knew she couldn’t contain herself much longer at either end. To stand out in the freezing rain and debate the machinations of a foreign device was not something Annie should be doing when she was so close to soiling herself in more ways than one. “I just have to get in the brush, and I can go in there.” She told herself, drawing strength from her words. Drawing the pistol from its holster, Annie trotted through the mud and slowly approached the tangled tunnel of bushes and leaves. She held out the Auran device again and kept it fixed on the thicket. It continued to ping at the same rate - slow, low-pitched with a delay of four seconds. She swept aside the leaves with her shoulders, cursing as the weeds stabbed at her overalls. She stepped into the brush, entering a dark nook of nature where she couldn’t be seen and the rain couldn’t get to her. She walked on, the grass crunching beneath the weight of her boots as she walked through, looking for a quiet spot to relieve herself. Annie again looked down at the scanner. Still no change. Low-pitched with a delay of four seconds. She looked around with a sheepish gaze, making sure she was completely alone. It was a habit she struggled to break. When it came to taking a dump outdoors, Annie was always nervous. It was something rooted in her since she lived in her home settlement - surrounded by so many people that she couldn’t even use an outhouse in peace. She had to make sure she was alone, even when she knew nobody else was around, Annie couldn’t properly relax until she was certain nobody would witness her doing the foul deed. After a few seconds looking around, she knew she was alone. Completely alone. Annie stepped a few inches to the left, behind a large, unscorched bush that would conceal her nicely. It was pitch black, and the foglights from the tank were the only source of light she had. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and holstered the pistol. Once it was holstered, Annie unbuttoned the suspenders keeping her overalls up. They came undone and she took the falling fabric in her arms before they could land in the mud. Slowly, she lowered her overalls around her knees, exposing her bare arse to the cold air and squatted down low in the grass. “Ahh… AHH!” She squealed as something cold and wet tickled her crack. She jumped in fear, the surprise almost causing her to let go of her overalls. Her skin crawled and with eyes wider than plates she spun around to see what had given her an indecent touch. It was merely a wet piece of grass a few inches taller than the rest. She buried the shock behind a nervous chuckle and stomped down the blades of grass. Once again, Annie took a deep breath and squatted down over the waiting dirt. The second she was low enough to the dirt, she shuddered with delight, feeling her skin crawl. Between her thighs she felt a gliding warmth. “Ahhhh~” She sighed, taking a long, relieving piss into the grass beneath her. The golden stream rushed from between her lower lips, splattering against the damp grass between her boots. Smaller splatters splashed against her laces. “Ooooh~” She dug her hands into her knees, letting the relief run through her. Such pleasure, especially after she’d been holding her piss so long, felt amazing. Annie felt weak, digging her hand deeper into the denim of her suspenders. The air resonated with a strong pattering as she watered the grass with a flood of piss. She could feel the rising steam against her backside, a thin veil of hot vapour warmed her bare arse. At first Annie didn’t care for it, but as the steam continued to rise, turning her blue cheeks red, she grinned, basking in the pleasure. It was a lengthy piss, though Annie had lost herself to the pleasure shooting through her body. All she knew was that it was a great relief emptying her bladder after holding it for so long. She finished with a dribble, feeling a single drop running along her lips and hanging from her anus, warming her butt. The air went silent, the faint hissing fell silent and Annie hunkered down close to the ground. Her anus winced and she grimaced, looking around once again. She could feel her stomach tighten and the weight in her bowels descended, a thick brown snake squirmed down towards her hole. She closed her eyes and let nature run its course. No more than a minute, that was all she needed to take a dump. The air resonated with a quiet crackling. A small, pea-sized lump pressed itself between her anus, peeking out into the darkness. Her stomach cramped up for a second, but Annie ignored it, focusing only on squeezing out her log. But before she could, she heard the Auran device ping. She opened her eyes and leant forward to pick up the device, forcing her waste to retreat as her focus shifted to the device. She couldn’t believe it, she had heard it correctly - the red light was indeed blinking faster than it was before. On the radar screen it picked up a signal at the very edge of the screen. The red flashing light conjured a sense of fear in her. Annie tensed up, denying the descending snake at the knot of her butt freedom. All of her attention was now on the device and watching the red blip. She counted the delay between the pings, moving her head in rhythm with the device. It was now at three seconds. “It’s nothing…” Annie told herself. The blip was at the very edge of the screen and the scanner was still quite slow between the pings. “I just need to be quick, is all.” Annie rested the device on her bare knees and relaxed, setting her mind back on making a dirty deposit in the grass. Another minute passed, and Annie was still squatting in the grass. Though she could feel the heft of her waste pushing against her ring, producing a slimy head of brown filth, she couldn’t give it the final push it needed to unfurl between her cheeks. “C-Come on…” She whimpered, straining, wriggling, shuffling, anything she could to push even a small length of her log out, but her body refused. It was as if she had frozen up in fear, her mind refusing to allow her such an intimate moment for fear of the creature picked up by the device. Though she was right on the brink of messing a minute ago, right at the edge of unfurling a sizeable log into her underwear, she found it difficult to squeeze even an inch out now. Not a fart, nor a peek. “Oooh…” She whimpered, burdened by a heavy feeling that tightened her stomach. Although she couldn’t go, Annie still felt the pains in her stomach that begged her for relief. She could feel the weight lingering at her hole, a hefty load of soft mud-like mess that was fighting against her ring. But her body refused, keeping her hole puckered. They intensified, tightening like a rope around her belly. Annie grimaced, biting down on her lip until the pains subsided. It was beginning to hurt. Her stomach was cramping and she whimpered again with soft, impatient desperation, wanting nothing more than the blissful relief that followed crimping off a solid length of mess. “Come on~” She muttered again, lifting herself up and hovering bare-arsed over the dirt, giving her butt a shake. Twenty more seconds passed and Annie was still stagnant in the bushes. She was dripping wet, every inch of her thoroughly soaked through. She could only wrap her hands around her wet knees and wiggle her backside, praying that this strange bout of anxiety would soon pass. She twiddled her thumbs to pass the time, twiddling and twiddling, waiting for that moment her body would give in. Her anus, weak from clenching, gave in and finally a slither of waste widened her ring with some help. Annie pressed her legs together, tightened the grip on her knees and with a firm grunt she strained, putting all the pressure on the lump of mess peeking at the edge of her hole. “Hmmm~” She bit down on her lip and squirmed. It was working, her anus unclenched, her ring growing wider as she felt the soft mass of her mess descend on her hole. It dropped slowly, pushing her ring open to accommodate it’s girth. This was it, her whole body shuddered as she was a moment from sweet muddy relief. But again, before she could squeeze the plump mess out, the distinct ping of the Auran device distracted her. All of her attention was lost and once again. Fear ensnared her. Her body seized up and her mess retreated, protesting with a groan that caused her a brief discomfort. Then suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Annie saw something lurking in the distance. At first she thought it was nothing more than a leaf blowing in the wind, though she wasn’t certain. It was big, a large blur moving far in the distance. But Annie still couldn’t tell. She leant forward, pushed aside some of the leaves on the bush in front of her, and looked out into the distance. It was difficult to make out through the leaves. Annie pushed aside a large branch to get a clearer view. Through the thick curtain of fog that seemed to shatter against the pouring rain, she could make out a black shadow. It was wandering around, moving slowly but powerfully. Annie picked up the scanner from the ground, mud covering her bare hands, and aimed it in the direction of the shadow shambling in the distance. The device started to beep frantically, the frequency of pings growing shorter until they were only two seconds apart. The figure moved through the fog, struggling like the mist was impeding it. It’s long gangling arms swept at the air and as it grew closer, Annie saw the outline of something large. Though still a silhouette shambling through darkness, she saw the figure of what looked like a human, but its arms were long and thin like twigs. At the end of its wrists were three long fingers, twitching. It was not just her suspicion that had been aroused however; the Auran Device, fixed on the creatures position, continued to ping. The pings were rapid. Before Annie could take a breath, two seconds became one second. One second became half a second. Annie watched the beast drawing closer, still squatting down in the dirt with her suspenders undone. Not once did she think about running. She merely watched, like fear had frozen her, rooting her feet to the ground. Finally, as the Auran Device emitted a shrill continuous shriek, the fear settled in and Annie realized what was happening. She had to get out of there and back to the tank, forgoing relieving herself for the sake of safety. Without another second to spare, Annie grabbed her suspenders and scrambled to her feet, pulling them around her legs with a single hand, the other grasping a nearby branch to help her keep her balance as she got up. She sprinted through the thicket, her boots almost sticking to the mud. In one hand she held up her trousers, keeping them as high up as she could while she also clutched onto the Auran Device. It continued to emit the same unending shrill right in her ear. She used her free hand to swipe away the foliage impeding her, batting at it in a frenzied panic and throwing it aside. As she ran through the thicket, catching and scraping herself against the branches and sharp leaves, Annie felt her gut wrenching, like something was wrapped around it and tightening itself. Between her wet cheeks, which clapped together with every step she took, she felt the weight of something soft pushing down on her knot. There was nothing she could do to stop it. All Annie could do right now was put all of her strength into running. Nothing else mattered right now. She leapt out from the thicket, back out onto the muddy road and into the warming glow of the tank's fog lights. She didn’t feel safe yet, and she wouldn’t until she was back within the steel walls of the compartment with Piper. The leaves were rustling behind her, whatever she had seen was close. She sprinted toward the tank, using her free hand to button up just one length of her suspenders. She fiddled with the button, giving it almost no attention, but after a few seconds she felt it slip through the cut on her suspenders. She took a deep breath - finally she could use both of her hands. Time was running out. Annie approached the rear of the tank and scrambled to climb up it, clawing at the paint and lifting herself onto the tread covers. She climbed the turret, wrapping her arms around the barrel and lifting herself atop it. Her body groaned as she lifted herself, the worst of the fatigue could be felt pushing against her anus, leaving her hole quivering. She moved cautiously along to the hatch, the slippery surface almost causing her to slip and fall back onto the road. There was no telling where the beast had gone. The forest had gone quiet. Annie didn’t dare to look back. Her heart was pounding, her legs were shaking, almost turning to jelly from fear. She got to the hatch, stopping just before it. Inside, there were the muffled sounds of talking - it had to be the radio. Annie was exhausted, running on pure adrenaline. Her breathing was ragged, she just needed a second to catch her breath. But she couldn’t. The bushes beside her rustled, the scanner continued to moan one long continuous shrill. It was close. She was sure she could hear breathing, a ghastly beast-like breathing. She wrapped her hands around the handle, the cold, wet steel numbing her palm, and threw open the hatch to the compartment. She leapt down, sealing it behind her. At last. Safety. “Annie!” Piper, who had been sitting and listening to the radio, leapt up from her seat and rushed over when she heard Annie land with a clang. “Is everything okay? Did some…” She paused, fear drowning her face. It was almost enough to turn her pale. Piper had noticed the Auran device, hearing its shrill cry. She yanked it from Annie’s hand. “Oh fuck…” She cursed. Meanwhile, Annie fell to her knees, collapsing under fear and waning adrenaline. She panted, regaining her breath in long ragged gasps. She wrapped her hands around her stomach, tensing up when she remembered that she hadn’t been given a chance to do her business. She felt bloated, something soft descended through her guts and peeked at the edge of her butthole. Her stomach tightened again and Annie groaned, biting down on her lip. She desperately needed to fart, to let go and rip a relieving one, but she couldn’t. Not while Piper was here. Even when it could offer her some relief from the pains in her lower tummy, she still didn’t have the courage to fart in front of Piper. Had she been alone, Annie would’ve gladly done it, lifting her butt and letting the ripe little bubble burst. What she wouldn’t give to be alone right now, just to feel the relief of a fart she’d been holding in for too long. With a lip-curling grimace, she clenched her anus, denying the fart she so desperately wished to rip. Her stomach groaned, protesting with a fierce grip around her gut that caused her great discomfort to the point she whimpered. Her gut rumbled and after a few seconds she could feel the fart retreating. “Are you okay?” Asked Piper, who had finally noticed her comrade in great discomfort. She put the Auran device on a nearby box and offered to help Annie to her feet. “I’m fine… just tired from running.” She gasped, still catching her breath. She swept aside her sopping wet locks of ginger hair and stared into Piper’s eyes with shame. Suddenly, the compartment began to shake, mechanical components began to rattle. The floor beneath them shook violently. Both girls grabbed onto their seats and in a moment of fearful uncertainty looked up to one another. Whatever that creature was, it had stumbled upon the tank. Piper looked pale as ice, for once that fierce look she often wore had been lost. The Auran device continued to screech. Piper steeled herself, brushed back her hair and moved toward the red dot, creeping to make sure she didn’t alert whatever was outside. She took the device from the table and peered at the screen. “It’s circling us.” She whispered, her face illuminated by the red screen. “Whatever it is.” “Does that thing have no way of telling us what’s out there? Anything at all?” Annie asked, pointing to the Auran device. Piper shook her head, and then an idea came to her. Without telling Annie, she squatted down, grabbing onto the desk to balance herself, and looked toward the driver’s seat. “I’m going to try and look through the front window.” She whispered, glancing back at Annie confidently. “You can’t be serious?” Annie protested, wincing halfway through her words as her stomach once again tightened, fighting against her prolonged holding. “It’s the only way to know what’s out there.” Piper said, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m just going to peek out of the window and see if I can get a look.” She peered through the glass. Something big lumbered past, slogging itself across the dirt and moaning. “It’s a Shambler.” A Shambler - Annie had never witnessed one before, but she had heard stories from passing traders when she was a little girl. The great horror of the woodlands. Eldritch in origin. Tall, lumbering creatures that had wandered through the rift and now stalked the forests and swamps. They were slow, sluggish, and lacked any intelligence. But if provoked, they were a terror, a nightmare, an awakened Shambler was a being of pure strength, mercilessly pursuing whatever dared disturb it. Even the smallest of Shamblers, which still stood a head taller than a human, possessed the strength to completely overturn a tank. Piper peeked up again, checking to see if the Shambler was still there. It stood, attracted to the glare of the fog lights. “Of course it’s here. The foglights must’ve attracted it.” She crouched down out of sight and looked behind her. “Annie, get the gaslamp off, and the radio too. Last thing we need is for it to try and get in here.” Annie nodded and lifted herself to her feet. Right now, with her stomach growing tighter and her whole body feverishly quivering from her lack of strength, even doing something so trivial as turning off a light felt like a tremendous task. She hobbled over to the radio first and turned the dial. With a static crackling, the comforting sounds of the evening channel faded into silence. She stood for a second, grimacing as she could feel her rear knot once again quivering. All she could do was clench, tightening her sphincter, and pray that this would not take too long. Next was the gaslight, which sat on a box beside the radio. Annie turned the knob, watching the small orange light extinguish, the warm comforting glow of the lamp becoming a cold, dark shadow. The whole compartment was dark, though the fog lights outside gave a faint glimmer of silver light through the front window. Piper reached up to the steering wheel, her hands shaking and slowly flicked the switch for the fog lights. It went dark, the lights turning off instantly and leaving the compartment in darkness. Suddenly, Annie felt her guts tighten again. She doubled over, putting a hand on her stomach. Her anus quivered and her tummy groaned a beastrous roar. Again, she felt the urge, no, the need to rip a fart. She couldn’t hold it any longer, her guts were wrenching under the pressure and her body yearned for even the smallest bit of relief. She had no choice. Thankfully, she was right beside one of the vents that let air into the compartment. That would help with the smell at least. Annie, with a whimper, raised her butt, pressing it against the grate of the vent and strained softly, letting one rip. “Ooooh~” She sighed with relief, almost moaning as her fart left a warming impression on her buttchecks. Her lips curled into a smile, she felt sweet relief like her guts had emptied. It was delightful. Her stomach groaned softly and settled, the pressure finally abating. Once the lights and radio were off, Annie stumbled back to her seat, moving cautiously to avoid tripping on anything. When she felt the rough leather, she knew she was by her chair and plopped herself down, huddling up with her knees legs on the chair and her arms wrapped around her shins. She couldn’t believe she had just done that - ripping a fart with Piper right next to her. Though the shame had her cheeks flaring, she knew that she couldn’t help it; she’d been holding it in for so long that she had no choice but to relieve herself of some of the pressure in her gut. What really worried her was the smell. It made her cheeks flare bright red just thinking about it. When she was so close to soiling herself, it wasn’t going to smell like a basket of roses, but she took some comfort in knowing she had ripped it right next to the vent. Piper snuck back across the compartment, taking the Auran Device from the table as she passed it. She used the red light from the screen to find her way to a chair and sat down, sitting right beside Annie. There was a moment of silence between both girls, one that Annie broke. “So what are we supposed to do?” It took Piper a moment to reply; she didn’t look up from the device. “There’s nothing we can do.” She said calmly. “We’ll just have to wait until it gets bored and wanders off.” Such an answer caused Annie to whimper. Again, she started to feel the discomfort stirring in her lower tummy, her bowels growing heavy at the thought of waiting even another minute. “H-How long do you think that’ll take?” She asked, trembling. Piper shook her head, looking unsure. “Not a clue.” She answered, slumping down into the chair beside Annie and watching the scanner with a keen eye. “It could be a few minutes, could be a few hours. We might even be sleeping here tonight.” Another answer that Annie’s bowels couldn’t handle. The very thought of being stuck in here for the whole night was too much for her shivering hole. She puckered up and readied herself for a long night. “It shouldn’t take too long.” She told herself for comfort. “Shamblers are dumb, right? It’s not going to stick around for more than a few minutes.” Half an hour passed. Annie only knew this because she’d been watching the clock on the table next to her to distract herself. Her needs had grown worse in that time; Far worse than she could’ve possibly imagined. Her stomach was almost moaning, growing tighter and heavier like a weight was constricting her. She could feel the hot, moist feeling of her waste as it hung right at the edge of her hole, the long brown snake peeking out by a mere inch and hanging over the white cotton of her knickers. It wouldn’t retreat this time, regardless of how hard she tensed. She could cut a cigar with how tight her knot was clenched, but even then she could still feel it; the muddy length of waste, waiting for her moment of weakness. Annie grimaced, shuffled in her chair softly to make herself more comfortable, and bit down on her lip. Her lower half was shivering, fatigue setting in from almost an hour of fierce clenching. Her tightly-closed ring quivering, but she persisted, knowing that if she were to unclench for even a second, she would not be able to contain the brown monster that would unfurl in her knickers. Another ten minutes passed, and Annie was no better. Slowly, it was getting worse; the brown snake was descending little by little, squirming closer to her clean cotton knickers with every passing second. She began to feel bloated, like something heavy was pressing down on her stomach. Between her legs, she shivered feverishly. Her muscles were overworked, drawing the last of her strength to keep the tremendous load at bay. It was agony, like her insides were twisting around themselves like a knot but Annie persisted. It couldn’t be much longer. She pushed herself down on her seat, pressing her butt against the rough leather of the chair, and giving her cottons a brown kiss. She let out a whimper as she felt something moist smush against the cotton of her knickers. It was exactly what she feared it was. The turtle’s head was so low it mushed into the cotton of her knickers, like a cigar being stubbed out and leaving a small damp stain in the rear. Outside, the Shambler continued to stir. It persisted, circling the tank continuously, prowling near the steel frame and huffing. Even through the thick steel, its muffled snarls could be heard - a low beast-like snarl as if it were chomping at the air. “It’s still out there.” Annie whispered. “I know.” Piper whispered back, her face glowing red from the screen of the Auran device. She gritted her teeth, seething with impatience. “Come on you bastard, leave already.” And then, an idea came to Piper. “Annie, the Braun I gave you, hand it to me.” “Y-Yeah sure, let me just…” Annie froze as she reached into the holster; she couldn’t feel the iron grip of the pistol. “W-Where is it?” She looked down, frantically patting her waist. “I… It’s not here?” “What do you mean it’s not there? You didn’t drop it, did you?” She knew it wasn’t there, but Annie continued to fiddle with the holster. “I d-don’t know. I don’t remember it falling out. It must’ve slipped out while I was running.” Her heart was racing and for a moment she feared she was going to shit herself. “Goddammit.” Piper furrowed her brow and huffed. “We could’ve just blown its brains out.” “What about the turret?” Annie suggested meekly, already knowing it was a far-fetched idea. Piper shook her head. “With what ammo? That thing hasn’t been loaded in months. That old pistol was the only firepower that was on-” Piper froze, growing silent and staring down at the Auran Device. “It’s stopped circling us.” Piper whispered. “Why’s it just standing there… what’s it doing?” Suddenly, something came crashing against the tank, striking the steel frame with such force that it rocked. The Shambler moaned in distress, the sound piercing the thick walls of the compartment. Even with four inches of solid steel separating them, it was as if the Shambler was right there, beside her. The relentless striking of steel rang out in Annie’s ears. It was a shrill, piercing sound that buried itself in her mind so she could never forget it. Those horrid sounds of banging in tandem with the violent jolts that nearly threw her from her seat filled her to the brim with a surreal sense of fear. Annie whimpered, her lips trembling as she suppressed the urge to scream. Fear was coursing through her, chilling her blood until she was completely numb. She wanted to scream, but she knew she couldn’t. Piper could see she was shaking and she leant over to comfort her, putting a hand on her lap. “Shh~” She said, gesturing with a finger over her mouth. Annie didn’t say anything. She let out a childish whimper and hugged herself tight. With her shaking hand, she grasped Piper’s hand, squeezing it tight. She wouldn’t let go. As long as she knew Piper was there beside her, she felt safe, sheltered. The compartment shook violently under the constant strikes of the Shamble. The suspension beneath the floor creaked, sounding its age with a rusted squeak. Tools and Pieces scattered, crashing to the floor and hitting it with an audible clang. Both girls were almost thrown from their seats, but they held on, refusing to make a sound in any capacity. It was a furious onslaught that seemed to last forever. Beast against metal. The Shambler continued to throw itself against the frame of the tank, howling in frustration when the iron behemoth showed no reaction. Finally, everything went quiet. The Shambler moaned for a final time. It had gone silent. Dreadfully silent. Piper smiled, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. The Shambler had grown bored and realized that the object it flung itself at was of no threat. The Auran Device pinged and the red dot on the screen started to move in circles. It was over… at least that’s what Annie thought. She felt an uncomfortable shuffling in her bowels, the load that was pressuring her hole had begun shifting again, pushing against her knot. She tried to clench up and force her load to retreat, but she couldn’t. Through the fearful shivers, she didn’t have the strength to hold it in. She was too weak; the fear had loosened her. Annie took a deep breath, shuffled in her chair and hunched up tighter, squeezing her legs with her arms, pushing her knees against her stomach. The cramps in her stomach started again and this time she couldn’t contain the agony. It was as if something was pressing down on her guts, forcing the brown snake to descend. She feared this was it, she had reached her limit and finally undone by fear, she couldn’t stop what was about to come. In a final effort to hold it in, Annie straddled her chair and pushed down against the seat. She pushed down as hard as she could, until she could feel her quivering knot kissing the cotton of her underwear. The very tip of the turtle’s head could be felt touching the seat of them, leaving a small brown stain that Annie could feel. But even with her best efforts, that wasn’t enough to stop it. Her stomach grew tighter, quietly groaning as it begged her for relief. Despite her best efforts, there was nothing more Annie could do. She was going to shit herself, and she was powerless to stop it. The head of the brown snake that peaked between her clenched cheeks started to squirm, descending to the cotton of her underwear. It came slowly, a thick, moist log of hot waste squirming against her hole, stopped only by the seat that she buried her butt deep into. Annie could do nothing but sit there, letting it happen. A lone tear ran down her cheek as she accepted it and lifted herself up slowly, succumbing to the desperate urges of her bowels. She whimpered, grinding her teeth out of fear. This was it, she had tried so hard to hold it, to endure the grinding pain that had her guts twisted for so long, and it was finally over. She was powerless to stop it, and now, knowing that, she accepted it and merely let nature run its course. She eased up, her whole body relaxing. She let out a soft sigh, and relaxed her shoulders, giving in to the desire of her bowels. Her ring loosened, unclenching fully; there was nothing holding it back now. Annie braced for the worst of it, knowing that it was far from over. She straddled her seat, digging her nails into the rough leather. She gripped it with such fierce force that she pierced the leather, leaving her to caress the soft padding beneath. The great load she had been holding squirmed through her hole without retaliation. The thin head of the snake slithered through her ring without a fight, leaving a hot, messy trail. She could feel her knot widening, forced to open wide by the girth of her waste. Her stomach again started to tighten and the cramps intensified once more. The discomfort was too great for Annie, drawing closer to agony than discomfort. It grew to be too much for her and she crossed her legs together, pressing down on her shin with her heel. The first few inches of a warm log emerged, leaving a muddy trail against her cheeks as it unfurled between the crack of her butt. The air crackled quietly as she curled the first length of her log and the smell was lifting. A long plump length of wet log hung from between her cheeks, dangling over the stained cotton. It was soft, like damp clay. Annie could feel that there was some left. Annie strained, grimacing as she forced out another inch of the log, letting it unfurl between her cheeks. It marked its sloppy descent with a slimy smearing that refreshed the brown streak between her buttcrack. The plump, lengthy log lowered another inch, the flattened head curling up as it finally reached the seat of her underwear. Annie could feel her stomach settle, now unburdened by the load that was now unfurling in her knickers. The relief was tremendous, causing a sweet shudder to surge through her body, but mostly it was the relief in her stomach that had her smiling, like a great weight had been lifted from her. “Hmm~” She sighed, hiding her relief. She felt guilty for enjoying this even half as much as she did. It was a feeling of much-needed relief, so much so that Annie cracked a sinful smile. Perhaps had this been a situation that didn’t require her to remain in her seat, Annie would’ve taken a bucket or maybe even some paper and done her business in the corner. It would’ve been far less humiliating that what she was doing right now - leaving a large trail of brown in her knickers. She was almost finished lightening her load, but there was still a fine bit to squeeze out. Annie lifted herself from the chair with her arms, hovering over the seat. and gently shook her butt from side to side. With each gentle shake, she tapped the moist log against her buttcheeks. Annie could only grimace, lips twisting into a sour expression at the feeling of the log hanging from her hole. The air crackled softly as she could feel a length of waste tear off under its own weight, gently laying itself out in the once pristine cotton of her underwear. With a soft moan, Annie tensed up, the relief of lightening her load still tingling, causing her to shiver in glee. She clenched tightly, the ring of her anus winced and she cut off the final length of the log. There was a light crackle and a sound like a snap. Annie felt the log snap and break off, cut free by a quick wince of her hole. It fell, settling in the seat of her knickers, staining both the cotton and her butt. “Uuu~” Annie whimpered quietly under her breath, her lips curling into a smile. It was shameful, she knew it was, but it felt too good. The load rested in the seat of her knickers, the soft mass curling and taking the shape of the curve of her butt. It was a long one, leaving a hot, stained splatter that ran the length of her buttcheeks. It was close to her thighs, wrapping around them and contorting to the shape of her cheeks. Though she had birthed a sizeable log in her knickers, that was still not the end of it. Annie felt her stomach tightening, something in her gut dropped and she felt a second, smaller log pressing against her muddied hole, seeking release. She feared she had no room left in the seat of her knickers. She had already filled them with the great weight of the first load. That didn’t matter; it was already coming. All Annie could do was lift herself a few more inches off her seat, lifting herself until she was nearly standing, giving the second log just enough room to unfurl from between her cheeks. Already it was pouring out of her, a small, but thick snake as soft as wet clay curled from her quivering hole, and unfurled atop the first length of waste, adding to the brown mountain already resting in her underwear. That was the end of it, and Annie concluded with the quietest of farts that lightly peppered her knickers with splatters of waste. At last, it was finally over. Her stomach settled, and the relief faded but in its place came a crippling shame. Annie sat quietly, ignoring the load that was weighing down the seat of her knickers. She sat in disbelief, panting from a shortness of breath that was brought on by fatigue. She couldn’t believe it, even with a fat lump of brown mess resting in the rear of her knickers, Annie couldn’t bring herself to believe what had just happened - A grown girl and she had shit herself. Shame was swelling up inside of her, filling the void left behind by the fading relief. Once it had set in, she couldn’t rid herself of the shame. Annie tried closing her eyes, imagining herself far away from here, in a field in the countryside on a warm summer day, but still the feeling persisted. The rising smell that polluted the air was enough to knock her out of any fantasy she wished for. Soon the smell was overwhelming, and the soft mush that had sunk down, crushed beneath the weight of her butt was all Annie could think about. For now, Annie was forced to endure it. Until the Shambler left she would be confined to her seat, sitting on a cushion of her own mess. Finally, the Auran Device fell silent. There was only a crackling of static that remained. The Shambler had vanished, wandering back into the depths of the charred forest. Though it seemed to be clear, neither girl moved from their seat. There was no telling how much time had passed. It was pitch black, and the clock on Piper’s desk had broken when the creature first struck the tank. Annie sat in silence, clinging to her chair. She tried to ignore the smell of shit that lingered in the tight confines of the compartment, emanating from the brown bulge in the back of her underwear. The seat of her knickers was weighed down by the two lumps of mess she had squeezed out. Right now she could feel the soft clay-like mass pressing against her bare butt, it's shape shifting with the movement of her cheeks. It was warm and moist, a foul swamp of muddied mess nestled right between the crack of her butt. Right this moment, there was nothing Annie pined for more than a hot bath. It was bad enough that she was soaking wet from trudging through the thunderstorm to take a dump, but the worst of it was that the only warmth she could feel came from the seat of her underwear. Her soaked, soiled clothes only reminded her of what was seated in them. Unfortunately, luxuries like bathing or even a river to wash her clothes were a rarity on the main roads. For now the only thing that kept Annie going was the thought of being out of her soiled clothes and into a clean pair of spares that she kept in her footlocker, as well as a fragrant wet wipe between the cheeks. Both girls remained in silence for a few minutes after the beast had vanished. Neither wished to be the first to break the silence. That was until Annie, assuming it to be safe, got up from her chair. Slowly, she got to her feet, stifling her whimpers at the weighted feeling of her sagging underwear. She grimaced, feeling a peeking head of waste caress her thighs like a brush on a canvas, painting her pale skin a shameful brown. The quiet footsteps of the stalking monster ceased, the low curious growls had been silenced, leaving only the howling wind in its stead. Annie looked around, trying to hear something, but there was nothing. It was over. It had to be. There hadn’t been a single sound outside since the device had fallen silent. Soft lumps of mess that had clung to her backside broke loose. The feeling of soft clay-like mess slowly peeling away from her bare cheeks was something that made Annie grimace with a sour-expression. “W-Why don’t I get some light going?” Annie said quietly, trying to make conversation in the hopes of lightening the mood. Piper said nothing. Annie made her way through the compartment, moving slowly through the darkness as to not trip over any scattered wires or junk. Every step she took, the bulge in the rear of her underwear jiggled softly, and she could feel her load tapping her bare thighs. The small gas lamp she had turned off earlier was lying on the floor near the table. Thankfully, the glass hadn’t been shattered. She turned the dial and turned the gas lamp on. With a hiss, a small flame emerged, lighting up the compartment with a gloomy orange glow. “I think it’s gone now.” Annie said quietly, walking back to her chair with the lamp in-hand. She placed the lamp on the floor between them and not wanting to reacquaint her backside with the load in her underwear, leant against the back of her chair. Piper stayed silent. She sat quietly, her black hair covering her face. But Annie could see she was quivering, her lips curling like she was in pain. “Piper?” She called again, softly this time. Again Piper said nothing. There was only silence, broken by a soft whimper. She sat stiffly in her seat, hunched up with her legs pressed tightly together. Her hands were pushed between them, almost crushed by how tightly she held her legs together. Suddenly, Annie heard a sound. It was difficult to hear at first. It sounded like hissing, but distant. It grew in intensity, growing louder until Annie could hear it clearly. And then there was a dripping. That too was growing louder, and more frequent until it was continuous, like a weak stream of running water. Around Piper’s butt a small puddle was forming, creeping out from beneath her and spreading out across her chair. It was growing larger, moving towards the edges of her seat. Piper said nothing. She sat quietly, her face hidden beneath her fringe with a fist against her mouth. Perhaps it was from the shock, but it took Annie a moment to properly comprehend what was happening. But when she realized, there was a flutter in her heart. “P-Piper?” She said calmly, her lips trembling. Piper was wetting herself right in front of her. Her olive khakis were soaked through, the drab green turning darker as Piper relieved herself in them, struggling to hold it back. She took a deep breath and bit down on her fist, her quivering lips showing the faintest glimpse of relief. She kept going, the sounds of water piddling against fabric intensifying until they echoed through the compartment. Her khakis, now soaked entirely, could not hold anymore piss. The pool started to grow, forming around her backside and expanding out onto the chair. It crept out until finally it started to trickle down the side of the seat and tap against the steel floor. It was only a tapping at first, but quickly it began to drip and finally one long continuous dribble battered the floor, covering the silver steel with a small pale puddle. A small cloud of steam rose from between Piper’s legs. The stench of fresh piss had grown strong, mixing with the sullied air of Annie’s own produce. Through it all, while her best friend sat hunched up on her chair wetting herself, Annie stood completely still, leaning against the back of her chair and witnessing it with a dumbward expression pasted across her face. Never had she imagined that Piper would soil herself. She was a strong, militant girl, the confident one of them both - a girl that was never afraid to just drop trou and relieve herself whenever the need presented itself. But now, Annie had seen it. She had seen a moment of weakness from Piper. There was only one explanation she could think of and she found it ridiculous to even think it. “Piper?” She said quietly but with a caring voice, “The Shambler - were you scared?” Piper seemed to shake her head at such a question before leaning back in her chair, ignoring the pool of piss she was sat in. At least she was still in good spirits. “It’s been a while since I’ve dealt with a Shambler.” She chuckled, trying to play off what had just happened. “You think they’re big dumb brutes and sometimes they surprise you.” She took a deep breath and leant forward, making sure to avoid her wet trousers with her arms. “I’ve been dying for a piss for the last hour… I’ve been holding it in since you went out to do your business.” “You’re not the only one who got a surprise.” Admitted Annie. It was not with shame, but rather with confidence that she told Piper she had soiled herself. “I couldn’t go either. The device started going crazy while I was in the bushes.” Perhaps it was from the awkwardness of the situation, but Annie couldn’t help but chuckle. It had spiralled from awkwardness to hilarity. Annie found comfort in knowing that she was not the only one who had caved in to fear, or that she was the only one with a soiled pair of underwear. There was no reason to be ashamed, knowing Piper was in a similar situation. Knowing that it was not only her, it seemed to liven Piper’s spirits. “So that smell WAS you?” She said, a faint smile patching over her frown. “I was wondering where that smell was coming from. I thought that thing outside busted the other converter.” Annie shook her head, and with a renewed confidence, she admitted to her incident earlier. “Neither of the converters are busted.” She said, her cheeks growing rosy. “I… r-ripped a fart earlier before going outside.” Both girls looked at each other and just like that, the fear was gone. At first, Piper glared as if she was judging Annie, but then suddenly she started to laugh. Her giggles were infectious and soon after Annie too started to laugh. The laughter helped to lighten the mood and finally both girls felt somewhat comfortable about the awkward situation they had found themselves in. “Right, we should get changed, huh?” Piper said, putting a hand on Annie’s shoulder. “It’s starting to reek in here.” Annie nodded. Not only was the smell lifting but it was starting to get uncomfortable. “D-Do you mind if I get changed first?” She asked. “Go for it.” Piper nodded. She put a hand against her desk and lifted herself to her feet. A small rainfall of pee dribbled from her soaked trousers, landing in the puddle on the seat with a tinkling. “Should I go wait in the driver’s seat?” She asked, trying to mask the sound. “P-Please.” Annie said and trudged over to her footlocker. “D-Do you think we could have the radio on?” Piper leant over and flicked the switch of the radio. It crackled, bursting out with a hiss of static before tuning in to the evening channel. “And you’re back with Moonlight Quartet. Next up, we have the arrangements of Jodie Dunkirk and the Stars in the sky orchestra.” With the smooth sound of big band jazz playing through the radio, Annie waddled through the compartment and behind her desk. There was a small spot that would conceal her while she changed. She didn’t want Piper to see her, or the sorry state of her soiled underwear. Every step she took, she could feel the soft pat she had made thumping sloppily against her cheeks. It made a wet sound with every slap. Annie cringed. She still couldn’t believe it - a girl of nineteen and she’d shit herself. Once she was behind her desk, she undid her suspenders and let them fall down, around her boots. She wrinkled her nose and grimaced, catching a strong whiff of her own creation. Next, her knickers. Annie was dreading this part. She didn’t dare grab the waist for fear she would feel something more than just cotton. Instead, she grabbed the front of them and slowly pulled them down. “Are you not done yet?” Piper yelled over the music on the radio. “I need to get changed too, you know.” “I-I’ll be a minute.” Annie replied. She took a deep breath and thrust her knickers down around her boots. Curiosity got the better of her and she couldn’t help but take a peek at the damage her white cottons had endured. The seat of her knickers were brown and nestled right in the rear was a large brown pat of mess. It had been flattened by Annie’s butt, now resembling a brown pancake that spread across the rear of them, soiling the clean white cotton. “P-Piper? Where’s the toilet paper?” Annie peered over her desk and asked. “Check the footlocker. It should be in there.” Annie got down on her knees and rooted through the footlocker. She found an old wrench, some screws and a suspiciously sticky copy of “Girls Und Tanks.” before finding a cardboard tube without even a scrap of toilet paper on it. “It’s empty.” Annie said, waving the cardboard tube. Piper peered over the back of her seat, brows furrowing when she saw the empty roll. “Goddammit, that was our last roll. Umm…” She scratched her chin, staring in thought. “Oh, rummage around in my footlocker - there should be a can of this old military-grade wash.” Sure enough, there was an olive-coloured can of something in Piper’s footlocker. It was rusted and the words were illegible. “Is this it?” Annie asked, waving the can up for Piper to see. “Yep.” She nodded. “Should do the trick… and hurry up, I feel like I’m stewing here…” She didn’t need much time to wash up, a quick rinse between the cheeks and down her thighs and that enough for Annie. She ignored the dampness and the rough, soapy feeling of the old military wash as it felt like her skin was drying up. Once that shameful affair was concluded, Annie reached back into the footlocker and pulled out a canvas sack. She unravelled the top and pulled out her spare clothes - a dark green pair of trousers and an old grey shirt. They were nothing fancy; an old pair of clothes Piper kept with her, but they no longer fit her. They were just the right fit for Annie though, so she was more than happy to take them. She threw on the grey shirt, pulled up the trousers and didn’t bother to button them up. It was more comfortable this way, without the button on the crotch pressing against her tummy. Dressed in her clean spares, Annie huffed a sigh of relief and fell back into her chair. The “bottled bath” had left her butt and thighs feeling a tad rough but Annie didn’t mind; it was still preferable to an uncomfortable cushion of mess resting against her butt. She spun her chair around, faced her desk and reached down to the crate of soda she kept beside it. There were only two bottles left. She took one, popped it open and took a sip. She leant back again and looked over to the compartment. “P-Piper, I’m finished.” “Alright.” Piper replied. She climbed out of her chair and walked over to her bed to get changed. Annie almost choked on her soda as Piper, completely free of anything but her boots and knickers, strolled past. She spun her chair around, watching her comrade walk toward the footlocker at the rear of the compartment. Her boots squelched with every step, clearly soaked through with piss. Her plain white knickers too, were thoroughly drenched, sagging from her waist. They were stained yellow and clinging to her crotch, matching the outline of her womanhood. Piper didn’t care one bit; it wasn’t the first time she’d pissed herself. She stood before her footlocker and kicked it. The box creaked and the top popped open. She pulled off her boots and threw them aside. Her feet were glistening with fresh streaks of piss. The long, thin streaks of piss that ran down her legs were starting to dry by the heat of the gas lamp. She rummaged around in her footlocker, throwing aside an old canvas sack and another pair of boots. “Goddammit.” Piper cursed, pulling out a spare pair of white underwear. “What’s up?” Annie asked, struggling to hide the tremble in her voice. She stared at Piper’s backside, wide-eyed, making sure to savour every moment. Piper huffed, slammed the footlocker shut with her foot and sat down on top of it. “Those were my spares, weren’t they…” She pointed to her soiled fatigues thrown over the back of the driver’s seat. “My other shirt and trousers are soaked in oil. I’ve got nothing to wear.” Annie had completely forgotten about that, and now she’d remembered that it was her fault Piper had gotten drenched. “Oh, r-right.” She said nothing more for fear of reigniting the frustration in Piper. “Do you want to wear my spares?” She offered, already she was pulling her arms out of her shirt. “I don’t mind.” Piper shook her head, but smiled. “Don’t worry about it.” She stood back up and twirled the clean pair of knickers around her finger. Before Annie could say another word, Piper bent over, lifted her leg and put on her spare underwear. She grew still, cupping the glass of cola tighter. There was a lump in the back of her throat that kept her silent. She watched Piper pull her underwear up, almost salivating as her buttcheeks swallowed the cotton between them. The white cotton between her crack created a shapely divide between her cheeks. She pulled her thumbs out from the sides of them, letting the fabric slap against her thighs and jiggle her cheeks. There was that familiar tingle that left Annie shuddering. She straightened up and pressed the cold glass down against her crotch, shivering at the feeling. She couldn’t let Piper know that she was enjoying this. Peering lewdly at Piper was the one little pleasure that she would never share. Piper, paying no attention to Annie and her antics, strolled back to her seat and took her shirt off the back of it. “I didn’t piss on my shirt at least.” She brushed off a few specks, gave it a shake and slipped it on. “You’re just going to wear your shirt? Not even a pair of trousers?” Piper shrugged without a single shred of care. “It’s not like anybody else can see me. It’s just you.” She reached under her shirt and scratched beneath her breasts. Without a bra, her breasts jostled her shirt softly. “I’ll be fine like this for the night. It’s quite comfy actually.” Annie didn’t say anything, but her ladyhood certainly agreed with this choice of attire - Piper in nothing more than her knickers and a shirt. Annie’s lip quivered, she was close to drooling at the sight. For Piper, to be out of her wet clothes was a great feeling. She took a deep breath, stretching out her arms and letting her loose shirt hang from her shoulders. Eager to get behind the wheel, She pressed her hands together and cracked her knuckles. “Right, let’s not stick around, let’s get back on the road and out of this god awful forest.” Together, they started the ignition and again Piper took the wheel. Annie sat down between the small corridor that separated the driver’s seat from the compartment and made herself comfortable. From there, she had the finest view in the whole world - Piper’s butt, the wedge of white cotton splitting her cheeks and those long, slender legs. She took a sip of her soda and grinned. Maybe tonight was not so bad, after all. 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  14. Happy almost Halloween! *** The mood in the car was jovial and teasing. Kyle felt a tap on his shoulder and reached his hand backwards to grab the bottle that was being passed. He took a sip – certainly not his first beer, but there was still something special about drinking on your 21st birthday – and rejoined the spirited conversation. “It’s totally safe,” Ethan was insisting. “They’re legally not allowed to touch you or anything, so you can’t get hurt.” “OK, first of all, that’s completely false logic,” Kayla replied. “Just because they can’t touch you doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt. Hell, Baby Barton back there can’t walk ten feet without knocking something over!” “Hey!” Cody, Kyle’s youngest brother, protested from the back seat. “You know it’s true, man,” Kyle grinned. Cody was the biggest out of all five brothers already, but hadn’t quite developed the coordination to keep up with his size. “I know-” Cody took a swig from his own beer. “- but y’all aren’t allowed to call me Baby Barton anymore. I’m officially in college now. I’m a grown man!” The car filled with laughter. Cody had been stuck with the nickname literally since birth, but now that he’d joined his brothers at university, Kyle supposed it was fair that he wanted to leave that particular nomenclature behind. “Besides,” Kayla continued once the laughter died down, “it’s not about being physically hurt. These places are literally designed to mess with your brain. It’s not like you can prevent yourself from being scared just because you know you’re not going to be hurt. The brain doesn’t work like that.” “And that’s the point,” Kyle drawled, turning to wink at Kayla. “A little excitement is good for you!” Kayla rolled her eyes. “Distraction from our meaningless, consumer-driven lives? It’s a haunted house, Tyler Durden, not an uprising.” “You agreed to come!” Cody called from the back seat. “Shut up, Cody,” Kayla tossed a napkin back at him. “It’s Kyle’s birthday. He gets to make the plans.” “It’s my birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!” Kyle sang. He was only on his first beer, so he wasn’t even a little bit drunk (that would come later), but he was buzzing on the cool fall night, the presence of his friends and brothers, and the impending excitement of what was supposed to be one of the best haunted houses in the state. Despite being born in late October, Kyle had never been a devoted fan of Halloween. As the fourth of five brothers, he’d participated in his fair share of group costumes, but his parents had always made sure to make his birthday its own celebration. He hadn’t been forced onto hayrides or into pumpkin patches for his parties. Now, he was turning 21 at the beginning of his junior year of college. His two oldest brothers had already graduated, but Caleb, the middle child, was finishing a five-year architecture degree and had agreed to be one of the designated drivers for the night. Even though Cody was a freshman, it had never been a question of whether or not he would be invited to come along. The Barton Boys, as pretty much everyone in their hometown called them, were a close bunch. Growing up in a small town, Kyle had never really felt the stereotypical pull to escape or to distinguish himself from his brothers. He was easygoing and confident, secure in his role as neither the youngest nor the official middle child. When the time had come to choose a college, Kyle hadn’t even blinked before deciding on the same state university that two of his three older brothers attended. And when Cody had joined Kyle and Caleb this year, there wasn’t a hint of resentment. In all, there were about 15 people coming to the haunted house. Caleb was driving their old but reliable minivan, all seven seats filled. After the haunted house, the plan was to go back to Kyle’s apartment that he shared with Ethan, Greg, and Shawn for cheap drinks before heading out for the obligatory 21st-birthday trip to the college town bar. It had been Ethan’s idea to do the haunted house in the first place. Kyle wasn’t exactly a horror aficionado, but he liked the thought of doing something as a group other than just hanging out at his place. There weren’t a ton of options around their fairly rural university, but the timing of his birthday made the haunted house a perfect fit. Caleb pulled into the field that had been marked off for parking, and everyone climbed out of the van. Part of the draw of this particular attraction is that it was built into an actual abandoned Victorian mansion, surrounded by what probably would have been considered “moors” if it hadn’t been in the Midwestern United States. As it was, patrons parked on the grass and walked up a tree-lined drive, surrounded by recorded yet realistic sounds of wind and hooting owls. The remainder of the group parked and joined the occupants of Kyle’s van, reactions split between excitement and nervous chatter upon seeing the sinister edifice. Kyle downed the remainder of his beer and tossed the bottle into the front seat of the van before joining the group to walk up to the check-in table. He sidled up next to Kayla, who was eyeing the house skeptically. “You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly. “There’s a waiting area in the back. You can just hang out there.” She bumped her shoulder against his affectionately. “I’ll be fine,” she promised. “Paying to be scared shitless might not be my idea of fun, but hanging out with you on your 21st birthday is.” Kyle felt the corner of his mouth tug upward. He and Kayla had met their freshman year when their respective roommates were dating. The relationship hadn’t lasted more than a few months, but Kyle and Kayla had remained close friends ever since. After growing up with four brothers, Kyle found Kayla’s comparatively gentle mannerisms (though she could certainly hold her own) were a refreshing source of support. He wrapped an arm around Kayla’s shoulders and squeezed. “I’m glad you’re here. And you know I’m totally on board for whatever ridiculous activity you pick for your birthday. “Mmmmm…” Kayla leaned into Kyle’s embrace. “I’m thinking manicures. Maybe makeovers at Ulta.” Kyle burst out laughing. “Perfect. My smoky eye needs updating.” He was still laughing as they approached the check-in table. Kyle pulled out his wallet, but Caleb waved him away, having already paid. A worker gave them all releases to sign (Kayla glared pointedly at Kyle, but cooperated) and explained the rules: no more than five people in each group, keep moving forward, no touching of the actors, and they could ask for an early exit at any point. “People actually don’t make it through?” Ethan was smirking, but Cody actually looked nervous. “A few,” the worker answered, face neutral. Ethan wiggled his eyebrows, but Kayla just snorted. “Ugh. Let’s just do it. Enough intimidation.” They split up into groups of five, agreeing that Kyle should go in the first group. His brothers joined him, along with Kayla and Ethan. “No judging me when I scream,” Kayla ordered as their group approached the entrance. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be too busy screaming myself to do any judging,” Cody grumbled. Ethan rubbed his hands together gleefully, and even Caleb looked excited. Kyle couldn’t help but grin; he loved having his family and friends together for this little adventure. The front door creaked open, and they stepped inside. The mood inside the house was instantly creepy – the sound was somehow totally different, as if they’d stepped through a portal to another world instead of just crossed a threshold from outside. The initial shock of silence felt almost tangible, like all the air had been sucked out of the room in addition to all the sound. Kyle’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he saw they were standing in a hallway. The light was dim and had a bluish tone – Kyle wasn’t quite sure where the light was even coming from. As they slowly moved forward, Kyle realized that the house wasn’t truly silent. There were soft, distant sounds…whooshes, creaks, and some panicked-sounding whispers. Despite himself, Kyle felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There was a high-pitched giggle, and a pale girl in a torn nightdress skittered across the hall behind them. Cody yelped, and Kayla squeaked and grabbed onto Kyle’s arm. Kyle patted her hand reassuringly, but his own heart was racing. He knew it was all fake, but something about the sounds and the dark was really getting to him. They turned the corner at the end of the hall, entering a dimly-lit room with blood smears on the wall and trashed furniture littering the floor. “Go back!” Kyle jumped and turned to see a bloody girl, seemingly missing an arm, crawling across the floor. “Get out while you can!” she moaned. “He’s coming!” A creaking sound made it sound like someone was coming into the room behind them. Ethan laughed, but everyone else looked at least a little nervous as the hustled through the room. Moving through the maze of rooms, Kyle was practically shuffling rather than walking. There seemed to be an impossible number of rooms and corridors, like they were going through a maze rather than a house. The whispers and creaks grew louder with each room, heightening a sense of urgency. The overall story seemed to be that they’d wandered into a house that was being ravaged by a mad serial killer. Each room and hallway had victims in various stage of dismemberment, moaning and shrieking for them to get out. Kyle knew it wasn’t real, of course, but Kayla had been right – something about the dark, the sounds, and the unpredictability was convincing his brain that he truly was in danger. He had goosebumps all over, and his stomach was clenched. The rest of the group was reacting more, too. Ethan kept laughing, almost maniacally; Cody and Kayla were nearly indistinguishable in their shouts and squeaks. Even Caleb yelled occasionally. Kyle wasn’t making quite as much noise, but he felt almost sick. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he kept getting more and more terrified. The rational part of his brain knew that he was in no danger, that he certainly wasn’t going to be maimed by an axe murderer. The increasingly powerful part of his brain was saying RUN! They were now on the second floor, having climbed a narrow, creaking set up stairs. The tone of the sounds became even more desperate, and Kyle could feel his heart beating in his throat. He fought against shutting his eyes, instead opting to focus on how, surely, it was almost over. He could feel Kayla behind him, not quite hanging onto his arm, but definitely (subconsciously) using him as a shield. They rounded a final corner into a room that was pitch-dark. Kyle stopped short, unable to see at all. Suddenly, bright lights flashed, simulating lightning. Flashes illuminated the outline of a huge, hulking figure wielding a very large chainsaw. The figure roared, visible only in half-seconds as the lights strobed irregularly. Every cell in Kyle’s body froze. He heard Kayla scream, but the noise came as if through a pillow, muffled and distant. He could feel the boys moving around him, punching and grabbing at each other, trying to find a way out. In the midst of it all, the feeling that most completely broke through Kyle’s terrified paralysis was that of liquid soaking into his jeans. He was wetting his pants. Kyle gasped, drawing in possibly the first breath since he’d entered the room. He pressed his knees together and manages to stop peeing, but not before the wetness reached all the way down his thighs. It was as if Kyle’s brain couldn’t process more than one thought at once. First, he’d been petrified by the man with the chainsaw. Then, he’d been horrified to figure out that he’d lost control of his bladder. While that was happening, he was being shoved toward the newly-illuminated way out by Ethan and his brothers, all frantically trying to escape, a fact he just started to notice now. Carried along by the momentum of his brothers and friends, Kyle burst out of the house onto a landing. Kayla’s screams and Cody’s shouts had turned into relieved giggles, while Ethan and Caleb raved about the experience. The outside of the house was slightly more illuminated, but it was dark enough outside that nobody seemed to notice the stain down the front of Kyle’s pants. They clattered down the wooden stairs, stumbling giddily toward the designated area to wait for their friends. Kyle took one look at the well-lit tent and veered away from the group, rounding the side of the house. He heard the sounds of his friends fade as they continued toward the tent, seemingly unaware that he’d disappeared. Leaning against the siding, Kyle tried to slow his ragged, panting breaths. He stood in the shadows, which felt fairly safe at the moment, but he knew that he wasn’t safe for long. His soaked jeans pressed heavily against his thighs. Kyle looked down to confirm that, yes, evidence of his accident was very much visible. There was no way he’d be able to face his friends without them knowing what he’d done. He felt fuzzy, like his brain had been replaced by cotton fluff. Just 20 minutes ago, he’d been so content, so pleased to be hanging out with his friends and brothers for his birthday. Now, he just felt stupid and childish – the baby who was unable to handle his own birthday party activity. “There you are!” Kyle cringed. Kayla sounded so happy, on an adrenaline high from surviving the haunted house. “What are you doing back here?” Kayla sounded so unsuspicious. “Come and join us! Brady’s group should be out soon!” Kyle blinked. Kayla wasn’t standing right in front of him, and she apparently hadn’t noticed his wet pants yet. Kayla took a step closer when Kyle didn’t respond. “Kyle?” Another few seconds passed before Kyle opened his mouth. “I can’t.” Kayla took another step forward, reaching out a hand. “You can’t? Kyle, what happened? Are you hurt? Are-“ She cut herself off as she got close enough to see the darkness on Kyle’s jeans. Kyle raised his head to look at her, but his eyes had no tears – only shame. “Oh, Kyle…” Kayla moved to comfort him, but she was cut off by an even more unwelcome sound. “What’s goin’ on, dude? That was awesome!” Kyle closed his eyes, delaying the sight of Ethan and his brothers approaching. “Hey, what’s…whoa!” Kyle heard a snort of laughter from Cody, followed by an “Ow!” which definitely meant that Caleb had punched him to shut him up. There was nearly a minute of horrible, shameful silence as Kyle’s roommate and brothers took in the situation but couldn’t figure out how to handle it. Kyle opened his eyes, but kept his head down, completely unable to make eye contact. “Ethan, go back and wait for the other groups,” Kayla finally said, quietly but firmly. Kyle raised his eyes just enough to see Ethan nod. “What do I tell them?” Kayla drew in a breath, thinking. “Tell them that Kyle decided we didn’t have enough booze back at the apartment, so Caleb took us to buy more. I went with them to make sure they bought something drinkable, not just cheap, shitty beer.” Ethan nodded again, agreeing with the plan as if it was totally normal, not a cover for a grown man pissing himself. “I can probably talk them into stopping and buying our own contributions, since it’s Kyle’s birthday and all. Give y’all a few more minutes.” Ethan clasped hands with Caleb, glanced in Kyle’s direction (Kyle was still avoiding eye contact), and turned to jog back to the tent. “That should give us at least a half hour.” Kayla put a hand gently on Kyle’s arm. “But we should probably get going.” Kyle started walking, letting Kayla guide him toward the car. He couldn’t put together a coherent thought. He hated the awkward silence, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak or assure his brothers that everything was OK. Everything wasn’t OK. He’d just been so scared by a fake scenario that he’d peed his pants. In public, no less. The 15-minute drive back to Kyle’s apartment was suffocating. Caleb turned on the radio, but no one seemed to be willing to start a conversation. Kyle had unconsciously avoided the front seat, so he sat in the middle with Kayla. Caleb pulled up in front of Kyle’s apartment, but didn’t even turn off the car. “Any requests?” he asked, knowing full well that only Kayla would answer. “White Claw, please,” Kayla requested. “Raspberry or mango.” Caleb flashed a thumbs-up. “We’ll grab some snacks, too. Back in 20 minutes.” Kyle had just enough presence of mind to pull his keys out of his pocket at the door. Kayla followed him in and flipped on the lights, but Kyle just stood in the middle of the living room, trapped between wanting to say something and just wanting to hide in his room for the rest of the night. Kayla sighed, but it wasn’t exasperated. “Kyle, it’s fine,” she murmured. “The house was wild. We were all scared.” Kyle just stared at her, clearly not accepting her argument. She tried another tactic. “No one else has to know. Just go get changed real quick. The night is still young.” Kyle’s shoulder’s slumped, but he knew he didn’t have another good option. Short of lying to everyone more and claiming sickness, he wasn’t going to get out of his own birthday party. He turned toward his room, but stopped when he heard a brief sniff of laughter from Kayla. Apprehensive, he turned back around. She was looking at her phone and smiling. She glanced up at Kyle, eyes sparkling. “Ethan just texted,” she explained. “The last group just came out, and both Tyler and Egan pissed themselves.” She smiled encouragingly. “Ethan didn’t say anything about you, of course. He just said that those two are going home to change, so we’ve got a bit more time before everyone gets here.” Kyle exhaled slowly, feeling like his brain was finally solidifying after being turned to fuzz. “Thanks, Kay,” he whispered, managing the ghost of a smile. Maybe his birthday was still salvageable after all.
  15. Please don’t mind any spelling or caps errors “I see the stars” she murmured as the dark of night befell them as they lay on the hard ground. The two women stared off into the darkness as they sleep the remains of a battle crumbling beside them. *three months beforehand* The lord sat on her throne her sword and staff hanging from a armor stand. the room was pristine not a speck of dust as the lord who was a women with flowing brown hair with sharp features and was muscular but somewhat out of shape mostly with her years on the throne to blame She sat consumed by worry as she waited to receive a message that could be arriving anytime she was sweating with worry as so she claimed The message arrived the lord squirmed with...anticipation? Anyways the lord listened closely as a servant read the letter aloud the lord looked...worried? As she had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth clenched halfway through the letter a faint wind passed through the room and the lords expression changed from the clenched jaw to a deep sigh with a faint smile on her face she adjusted her seat and finished listening the message confirmed it they were at war The lord excused herself claiming that she required time to develop a plan for war and she walked to her room called her most personal servant and locked the door shut The lord who’s name happened to be Melissa extended her arms letting her servant by the name of Anna Anna begann undoing the laces on the back of Melissa‘s dress letting her take deep breaths freely anna also removed the silk fabric of the garment supporting Melissa’s breasts soon Melissa’s entire top was off and Anna began removing the layered skirts that covered a simple fabric miniskirt held on by a fine leather belt that few would ever see something else even fewer wound see the skirt itself was soaked through anna who unfortunately was having to kneel to remove such garments had her head unfortunately close to the skirt that was hopelessly stained yellow Melissa shifted and said “hurry up i to...just hurry” as her legs squeezed together Anna was use to doing this as she finally finished unbuckling the belt And all that was left were the formerly white panties that were regretfully full with the mess squished almost flat against her rear but anna removed the panties and diligently wiped Melissa’s private’s until they were clean all the while Melissa tried her hardest not to let out all urine that was left as she was about to rush to the bathroom a knock echoed off the hardwood door “ queen allies have arrived and are requesting a immediately council” anna without missing a beat took something out of a nearby drawer and stated “please spread your legs my lord I highly recommend you wear this” it was a soft garment with buttons on the sides and three inch thick cloth “why must I” Melissa asked trying to escape to her bathroom “Well...ummm....comfort...and convenience” anna said not giving Melissa much time to think slipping the undergarments on and swiftly redressing the queen With that Melissa was rushed out the door to the awaiting lords Melissa attempted to walk regally but it was difficult with the unusual bulk. She sat at the large square table and joined the normal conversation minutes of this pass and something didn’t seem right to Melissa Before she had ascended to power Melissa had been a soldier and she knew when something was wrong now was one of those times as mere seconds later smoke rippled off the surface of the table yet her days on the battlefield had be more than four years ago her old habits took over Melissa rushed to the armor stand and swiftly unhooked the staff from its leather bindings she heard noises from the high smoke she took a deep breath and remembered her training “focus remove distractions”she thought as she got ready to rid herself of the bulging pain in her bladder she took a deep breath as the golden liquid spilled down but strangely none ran down her legs and at that moment she knew what the garment was. “a diaper” “haven’t worn one in a while” she relaxed her body and got ready for any oncoming threats “Hey lissa” one of her friends whispered they of course were not supposed be taking they were marching to battle lissa as most called her, was marching to her first battle as a solider she in the light plate armor alongside many others all had thoughts of glory and grander not knowing whats to come “what is it” lissa whispered back “do you have to pee” the friend asked “no” lissa lied “ok” similar small banter was shot back and forth until they saw them...the foe they marched against Lissa joined the charge holding the flimsy looking blade she had been given and stared hacking and slashing and in a blur she was separated from her unit to a near empty side of the battlefield A person in a showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women strolled along with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her and turned to see lissa all alone Lissa held her sword shakily and ran at the women who in one smooth motion took her weapon and stabbed at lissa Lissa fell back to see her Breastplate has saved her lissa sat up and scuttled back seeing the women standing above her “looks like i got you” she said in a peppy voice lissa was terrified as she stumbled backwards the poorly made pants of her uniform tearing of on a patch of briers she has gone through ripping the cheap fabric off of her chest The women approached once more and tilted her head and said in the kind of voice that a parent uses on a small child ” aww did you wet yourself” she said as lissa looked down to see the panties she was wearing as she saw more and more rippled out saturating the gray panties the women licked her lips and said “i may just enjoy your company as she got closer and lissa’s world shifted to black Melissa stood steadfast preparing for whatever came a she spotted a flash of blue and lunged slamming the blunt silver tip of the staff into the assassin the women who was wearing A showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women hit the ground with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her “You” she said “did you wet yourself this time as well” she said as she and Melissa started clashing there weapon the women’s halbert and Melissa’s staff they fought nearly as equals Lissa awoke upright naked with her hands bound somewhat comfortably below her a pit above her the women in blue sat up from a nearby chair of the log cabin they sat in “here drink this” the women demanded and lissa still half awake only started noticing her the current events the women was pouring a green liquid down her throat but lissa didn’t struggle She was too afraid the women bent over and leaned close putting her head against lissa’s stomach “do you feel it” “rippling throughout your body shaking it to its core” Lissa felt a sharp pain as the strange liquid shot through her taking anything in her stomach and shooting out into the pit in a pressurized jet after nearly two minutes of this it slowed spitting into several trails spilling down her thighs The women in blue placed a long plank of wood across the pit and began removing lissa’s bounds lissa in a moment of panic she kicked wildly knocking the women into the pit below The women screeched and was silenced with a splash lissa pulled the wood plank until it fell of into the pit hitting the women’s head knocking her out lissa fell backwards onto the floor trying to stay her breath She spent minutes before standing back up and beginning to rummage through the log cabin knowing she couldn’t leave in the nude in the first drawer she found several other skirts similar to the one the women was wearing she tried on a gray one that seemed like anyone could see up yet when she looked in the mirror to see nothing was visible she moved and shook but it always stayed down she couldn’t even lift it up it was completely stiff lissa decided it was to showy Lissa found normal foodstuffs in the kitchen and nothing of interest in the living room but she found the women’s bedroom The bedroom had many drawers and dressers along with armor stands wearing everything from full scale maile to a pink tutu lissa began looting Lissa found a simple cloth top and a knee length skirt with built in fabric panties that comfortably cradled her privates, lissa opened a drawer to see numerous folded cloth panties lissa snagged some strangely enough at the bottom of the drawer there was a false bottom, she lifted it away to see what looked like...diapers twenty of them three different types five pull-ups five with tapes on the sides and ten that didn’t connect in any logical way but as soon as she picked one up to get a better look she watched as it moved on its own and disappeared only for her to feel it slot itself in between her legs she now knew what the skirt was for. Lissa shamefully took all of the diapers for herself and there was a strange contraption that involved several ropes and a diaper a object that confirmed that this woman ether was or had contact with a magic user, they were uncommon but did exist Lissa on her way out took a halbert with her and left the cabin Melissa parried a stab from the women’s halbert and returned with full force hitting the women in the stomach and slamming her into a wall Melissa continued with a savage stream of attacks the silver tip of her staff catching the women’s clothes and tearing them off the women tried to hold it in but her body released a small amount of urine with astounding speed the women threw a object at Melissa but she knocked to back only for the contraption to spring to life with chains binding to the walls and methodically removing what was left of her skirt and panties and the chains holding her still pulled an absurdly large diaper onto her with metal chains across the bottom and sides finally the contraption snapped a lock on the chained diaper so even if she did escape the diaper would stay on yet the contraption finished dangling from the ceiling, Melissa looked at the panties on the ground to see that the bottom was soaked through Melissa in a mocking tone said “aww did you wet your self” “did you piss your panties” the women quietly whispered something “what did you say”Melissa said the women spoke quietly and said “yes” she whispered “are you sure I thought you said “I was so scared i wet my panties” didn’t you” The women yelled “I WAS SO SCARED I WET MY PANTIES NOW LET ME DOW-” she said before cutting herself off and her hands shooting down to her crotch to futility stop herself but it no avail the diaper slowly turned yellow as small droplets fell to the floor “anna remove her and place her in the dungeon and don’t give her any clothes ether” said as she began dragging the other five unconscious queens to her bedchamber to awaken them Melissa had awkwardly woken up the rest of the lords one of which had wet herself queen grenson one had wet and messed herself queen mespisr Two admitted had admitted to wearing diaper queens shmits and lokedth And the last one who had clearly messed herself but denied it as she winced and sat down with a loud squelch but she continued denying it queen cosuply Grenson borrowed some of Melissa’s panties and a dress Mespisr had brought her own change shmits didn’t need a change since she didn’t wet to badly lokedth had a servant change her diaper cosuply had denied any help and took the no stops ride home without a change As soon as they all left Melissa locked her chambers and demanded for anna to undress her “whats the rush” anna asked “I need to use the restroom please hurry” “Just go thats the point of the diaper” anna said Melissa was annoyed but anna was right as she relaxed as a large bulge formed on her rear visible even with her dress on The feeling took her back to her war days Anna was undressing Melissa when the question appeared “anna where do you get this diaper on short notice” “Oh it was one of mine i used them for long trips” “Oh ok then” and they finished in silence “There is a war going on” Melissa thought sitting on her throne “here i am surrounded by guards and servants undisturbed by the people struck down on the battlefield” She had made her decision She was joining the war Part one any recommendations are welcome
  16. View File Superheroine Wetting Mega Compilation Volume 2 And here comes the return of the Superheroine Wetting Mega Compilation! If you missed the first one, check it out here. Enjoy superheroines wetting themselves over 50 different superheroine JAV clips in various humiliating scenarios over 3 hours long combined. These clips has been manually cut and compiled by yours truly after digging through multiple websites and blogs over many months of work in my free time. I believe there are still many more out omorashi-based JAV out there and I'm already preparing for the third compilation, but who knows when that will be done. I split the main compilation into 3 parts, each of them spans about an hour long. Some of the clips don't have great quality, so I apologize for that in advance. At the very least it should still be watchable. Most of the wetting in these clips occur as a result of fear, torture, pain, stimulation, and others. Disclaimer: Most of the scenes involve humiliation or violence against the heroines, so if that is something you dislike, you may want to skip out on this. Titles are displayed before each clip so you'd know which JAV clip it is from. If you want any specific video, just tell me its title and I'll gladly give it to you. If you enjoyed these, there's more on the way. Some of the clips I found will be uploaded outside from this main compilation, because I felt that they deserve their own shine. Most of them have multiple amazing wetting scenes on their own. So keep a lookout for them in the near future. They will be prefixed with the [SWMC2]. Submitter Nephron Submitted 12/14/2019 Category Female videos Clothing
  17. This was a request from Livinginfinite that took me entirely too long to complete. But, at long last, here is some omo of the best girl from Fullmetal Alchemist. Hope you guys enjoy! Prologue If General Olivier Mira Armstrong had learned anything over her years spent serving at Fort Briggs, it was that nothing- not guns, not bombs, not numbers- nothing was as crucial to winning a war as morale. Her soldiers’ willingness to fight, their bravery to march into the fires of warfare, these were the things that permitted victory. If these soldiers could only soil themselves and surrender, then all the guns, bombs, and strategies in the world couldn’t help them. It was for this exact reason that Olivier had to keep her own accidents a secret. After all, if the soldiers saw her spraying piss down her legs when they came under fire, or messily filling her panties with her own shit when they were ambushed, it would devastate their morale. This rather embarrassing secret all began some time ago. Being the overseer of Fort Briggs, the enormous military garrison tasked with defending the icy northern border of Amestris from its warlike neighbor, Drachma, was no small or simple task. While Olivier was certainly up to the task, she wasn’t invincible. Slowly but surely, the stress and fatigue of the job began to wear on her, until the night were it’d be fair to say it all started. She’d wet the bed. Her. Olivier, the fierce defender of Fort Briggs, had really, truly urinated on herself in her sleep. All because of a bad dream. A grown woman, the general of a deadly army, woke up encircled by a yellow stain of her own making. In all her life, she’d never truly felt shame and confusion of such a caliber. But it had only just begun. Waking up to soaked sheets became a weekly occurrence. It came to a head after a very disturbing nightmare. She’d dreamt of a surprise invasion. Drachma came in the night, while they weren’t ready. The fortress fell, the soldiers inside perished, and it had been because she wasn’t ready for it. The nightmare had been harrowing. Olivier, as she expected, awoke to the wet and warm sensation of pissing her panties. A sensation that had, regrettably, become familiar. However, a foul scent lingered in the air, and the muddy, squishy feeling beneath her was not the same as a wet mattress. She stood up to inspect herself, and confirmed her worst fears: she had soiled herself in her sleep. In the middle of the yellow stain on her sheets was a brown one, and a flattened bulge rested in the rear of her underwear. That had been the final straw for her, and she resigned herself to wearing diapers to bed after that. Of course, as stated, this was only the beginning. The rest of her story is better told through the General’s own perspective… Part 1 The contents of a number of Olivier’s nightmares had come to life today. While she and a small detachment of troops were away from the fortress, an attack had come. Olivier and her troops took shelter in a small, old bunker. The sounds of distant gunfire and artillery penetrated through the thick walls of the structure. Drachma… She thought with great contempt. Amestris’ northerly neighbor had always been an aggressive and imperialistic nation. Since Amestris’ founding, Drachma had labored incessantly to conquer them. Thanks to her efforts, though, every attack had failed. They must have learned that she wasn’t there to command her forces, and thought it was an ideal time to strike. How they learned that, she had no idea. A spy, perhaps. “Is the radio operational, yet?” She demanded from one of her technicians, who was furiously attempting to make some repairs on the bunker’s long-broken radio. “N-not yet, sir! Working on it!” The young soldier replied, stammering lightly. “Damn it all!” She swore, banging her fist on the table. The earth shook violently for a moment, and a thunderous sound filled the air, startling everyone. The artillery barrages were getting dangerously close to their position. A bunker this old and weathered wouldn’t last more than a few seconds under such heavy fire. The radio was certainly not working, and the bunker honestly left them just as vulnerable as if they were out in the open. There were no choices left. “Everyone!” Olivier shouted with her powerful voice, “Drop anything that isn’t essential, and prepare to leave! We’re returning to Briggs!” A chorus of men voicing their disbelief and disapproval greeted her. The general gritted her teeth and shouted, “Quiet, all of you!” As much as they didn’t want to go through with her plan, no one dared to speak after Olivier Armstrong told them to be quiet. As if to accentuate what she was about to say, another volley of artillery fire shook the earth, even closer this time. “That will reach us before long. There are paths we can take through the hills that will offer cover and mask our positions. We’re needed at the fort, and that’s where we’re go-” Her command was cut off as an artillery shell impacted the bunker. The thunder, once distant, was now deafening. The only things that broke through the wall of sound it created were the terrified shrieks of the bunker’s inhabitants. Though Olivier stood her ground longer than everyone else present, the shockwave it produced knocked everybody to the ground, even her. She was closer to the ordinance than anyone, and she certainly paid the price for it. She thought the heat was going to burn her alive, and had she been much closer, it certainly would have. Shrapnel and debris were launched in all directions, and Olivier felt the metal shards biting into what felt like every inch of her body. Perhaps it was the fear, the pain, or simply the shock of what happened that caused it, but Olivier had totally lost control of her bowels during the blast. It had probably even made quite a loud sound, but simply couldn’t compete. At almost the exact second the shell hit, she expelled a large quantity of waste into her white panties. It was soft and wet, and collected into a ball just behind her thighs. As she attempted to stand her ground against the force of the explosion, far more mess found its way out, and the seat of her panties filled very suddenly with her waste. Like the first release, it was wet, and she did notice some of the mess beginning to run down her thighs. When, at last, the explosion knocked her off of her feet, she landed on her back, her release getting flattened underneath her. As much as the general wished she could rest there, she knew that she had no such luxury. She grabbed her sword that had been dislodged by the blast, and used it like a can to pick herself up. As fast on the uptake as Olivier was, she quickly assessed the situation, and had a feeling that her men would be less hesitant to evacuate the bunker, now that over half of it was gone. It turns out that the decrepit old thing couldn’t even take a single shell without collapsing. A gaping hole provided them a view of the snow-blanketed warzone outside. It also only took Olivier a second to notice just how badly she’d filled her pants. She could feel her panties sagging under the weight, and knew that there must be a somewhat conspicuous bulge, even in the very baggy pants Amestrian soldiers wore. She cringed in disgust for a moment as she felt some of the mess still creeping slowly down her thighs, but quickly swallowed her emotions. This was no time to have a breakdown. Besides, she was far from the only one to have soiled themselves. Even a cursory glance around the room revealed a number of soldiers sitting in puddles (some even still making them) and plenty clutching at bulges on their backsides. “Anyone still want to stay put?!” She shouted. She was not met with any resistance, this time. “Then get moving!!” Everyone forgetting the states of their clothes, or their wounds or disorientation, they got up, grabbed their gear, and made for the back exit. Once the last of the soldiers had made for the door, Olivier herself followed suit. A stab of pain stopped her in her tracks. She tasted something metallic. Blood, she thought, being very familiar with the taste. Looking down, she noticed a slowly spreading red stain on her abdomen. Must’ve been the damn shrapnel. It would have to wait. The fort wasn’t too far away, and she could be more properly treated there. ------------------------------------------------------------- By the time they had reached the fort, Oliver was covered in so many cuts, bruises, stains, and other damages that the large, brown discoloration on her rear just looked like another dirt smear. While there was certainly nobody in the entire Northern region with the balls to comment on General Armstrong having an accident, she was still relieved that nobody would have cause to even think as much. The soldiers who had returned with her were rushed either to the medical bay or to their battlestations. Despite everyone’s insistence that she join the wounded for treatment, Olivier had gone to the top of the fortress to oversee the defense. The mess pressing against her rear had long since turned cold, bitterly reminding her of her lapse in control with every step she took. She reached the ramparts, where her snipers and artillery were hard at work repelling the invasion force. The soldiers were elated to have their general back, her mere presence galvanizing them to fight much harder. She issued commands to her soldiers, but it wasn’t truly that necessary; she’d already trained and conditioned her men to be killing machines, and it showed. Within hours, the Drachman army was soundly obliterated. What caught her by surprise, however, was the hot sting of liquid coursing down her legs near the end of the battle. She had pissed herself. But why? She wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t being attacked directly; her bladder just… let go. Streams of hot urine soaked her panties, and ran down her legs. She was once again very grateful she was covered in so much dirt and grime that the stains weren’t identifiable as her piss and shit. … At least, she hoped they weren’t. ------------------------------------------------------------- The news that the doctor gave her was unpleasant, but undeniable: the shrapnel that riddled her body during the explosion had damaged some of her organs, and severely diminished her continence. Pragmatic as she was, Olivier swallowed her pride, and asked what needed to be asked. “Is this permanent?” “Most likely,” The doctor began, “But, the way medicine and alchemy advance, maybe not. It’s certainly possible that either science could advance enough to mend your body.” “But you’re telling me that for the foreseeable future-” “That it’s either diapers or a lot of laundry for you.” Olivier gritted her teeth and sighed. She had been lucky enough that her accidents today were relatively inconspicuous. She knew that she couldn’t be lucky every day. Her soldiers depended on her, they relied on her, and it would be pretty hard for them to have faith in her if they constantly saw her wetting and soiling herself. She hated that it had come to this, but if this was what it took to keep the north in line, then it was what she would do. Part 2 Waking up to a wet, and occasionally even a full diaper had become a common occurrence for Olivier. She had long since become accustomed to nighttime accidents, since they had begun even before her injuries, and they no longer bothered her very much. What did bother her were her other accidents. ------------------------------------------------------------- Olivier and a number of officers of Fort Briggs had gathered to discuss their defensive strategies and changes to their patrol routes in light of the recent attack. In the middle of laying out the new tactics, Olivier’s weakened hold on her bladder failed, and she flooded her diaper. The hot wetness collected around her groin, and then saturated the fabric near her butt, bathing her privates in sickly warmth. The diaper swelled up between her legs. The others in attendance might’ve noticed their general’s scowl deepen slightly, but she managed to keep her reaction minimal. The meeting was adjourned, and Olivier headed back to her quarters to change. On the way back, she noticed a weight in her abdomen, and could feel her body already struggling to keep it in. Her room was still several minutes away. She growled in angry resignation, and stopped holding back. With a slight push, her mess came right out of her. With a disgusting squish, she felt the warm, soft mush press against her backside. The rest of the walk back was nerve-wracking, walking by many soldiers and officers, any one of whom could’ve noticed the foul smell the general left behind her. There had already been a rumor or two that Olivier had shit her pants during the attack, but at least that was an appropriate time to shit your pants. She would be beside herself with fury if word spread that the general could not even endure a simple meeting without going on herself. ------------------------------------------------------------- A couple days later, Oliver and some other officers had decided to inspect a number of their storage facilities in the fort. The plan was twofold: to ensure that they were well-stocked for another attack, and to search for signs of sabotage. Olivier was still confident that Briggs had been infiltrated by an enemy agent, and she wouldn’t rest until she knew for sure. One site in particular was suspicious given that it was largely avoided by most of the staff. It was presumed empty, and some structural instabilities left it unfit to be used for storing anything important. Away from everyone’s sight as it was, it would’ve made an ideal hiding place for a spy. A couple soldiers stood on either side of the general while another worked on opening the gate, which was rusted and difficult to move. With an ear-grating screech, the door slid upwards, dropping flakes of rust as it went. Inside were only old, broken boxes and some long-rotted food. The three soldiers moved inside, but provoked something as they did. Squeaks and squeals filled the air as a small family of rats rushed from the boxes, and scurried by Olivier’s feet. Having expected to encounter a spy, and having been prepared to fight him to the death, Olivier was already prepared to jump into action. It appeared her body was, as well. No sooner had the rats scurried away than Olivier noticed the small amount of shit she’d released into her diaper, or the still collecting warmth of her urine soaking into it. Have I really gotten so soft? She thought. “Sir! The storage unit is completely empty!” One of her soldiers reported. “Good. Keep searching inside for any signs of someone having been there. I’ll go check the other units.” “Yes, sir!” They replied in unison. None of them were privy to the fact that Olivier was still pissing herself as she gave them their orders. She left them to their search, and ventured towards the next storage unit, where a search would already be underway. As was often the case, she greatly wished she could go and change, but her duty meant she would have to stay in her soiled undergarments for a while longer. Approaching the next storage unit, one of the soldiers inside jumped at something, accidentally firing his pistol into the wall of the structure. Hearing the bang, Olivier quickly drew her sword, but as she quickened her pace, she noticed that the quantity of shit in her diaper had increased greatly, and was still doing so. Her bladder had even found new urine to expel. Still wetting her soiling herself, she moved inside the small warehouse, only to find that it was nothing more than one of the rats from the other storage site that had wandered in during the search. Perhaps she was being paranoid, and the attack had simply come at an inopportune time. Either way, it had been totally ineffective. ------------------------------------------------------------- Such incidents became commonplace for the unfortunate general. But, while rumors circulated about her tendencies to have accidents, the stories that more commonly got passed around were of the invincible woman who withstood an artillery barrage without a scratch, while her soldiers shit themselves behind her. While Olivier certainly preferred that version of the story, she was never one to judge her subordinates on their control, especially considering her condition. Greater than any military information, Olivier’s incontinence had somehow become Briggs’ best kept secret.
  18. The preceding events as masterfully illustrated by livinginfinite who can be found here https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=2453086 “G...gears this far west?” she asked with an uncharacteristic quiver in her gravely voice. The pink haired swordswoman trembled at the thought. Her thighs trembled and a gush of liquid warmth soaked into her wrappings. She squeezed her muscles as best she could and quivered; urine dribbled down her thighs. The sensation of liquid running down her thigh tapered off as she managed to regain control of her bladder. For the one armed woman there was nothing more terrifying that a gear. They were the reason she’d lost her arm… and one of her eyes as well. She could still remember finding out Sol was a gear, losing control of her bowels. The sensation of her own solid waste uncontrollably starting to fill her tight wraps. It was something she was humiliatingly all too familiar with. The foul smell, the sticky sensation, the heavy weight in her would be panties… she shook her head. At least it hadn’t been a full voiding and the man holding the magical phone hadn’t noticed her release. The voice she was speaking with grunted in acknowledgment. “Yes, we’ve been tracking their movements through the prefecture and one seems to have wandered away from the main group.” he said. “I’ll… I’ll handle it.” she said, swallowing nervously. “Good, let us know when it’s done… and get a magiphone. It’s irksome trying to get a hold of you.” he said before the line clicked silent. Baiken flipped the roaming phone operator a coin as a tip. He bowed his head in thanks before hurrying off holding the odd magic stick that harnessed the power of magic to enable long distance communications. She lowered her eyes, staring at her hand. It was trembling… pulling the gourd from her back and popped the cork open guzzling down a few mouthfuls of sake. She sighed, steadying her nerves with alcohol. After her last remedial potty training course Dr. Faust had urged her to quit drinking but she wasn’t about to give that up. Checking over her shoulder to make sure the operator was gone she tugged her loose fitting kimono open to inspect her cotton wrappings. She bit her lip… soaked… The pink haired woman squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. She could still feel a vague urge to go but for now she could hold it. How many times had she been burned by that thought before… It didn’t matter, she needed to press on. She didn’t have time to remove her wrappings and redress herself. Ironically switching to the cheaper disposable cotton wrappings instead of the more expensive panties she kept ruining only worsened her ability to make it to the bathroom. Instead of just tugging them down they had to be arduously unwrapped which led to many incidents standing bowlegged in front of the toilet, starting the process only to lose control in her underclothes. Tugging a small journal from her belt she made a note of the incident. January 18th… she paused to look up through the trees. Noon, small leak. She wrote, under reporting the severity of her little incident. Another one of that mad doctor’s ridiculous ideas… a voiding diary. She stowed the pencil and let the little book fall to her waist. She rested her hand on the hilt of her sword and took off at a quick pace not relishing the thought of the rash she was likely to get feeling the wet fabric rubbing against her womanhood. Even though it should have dried by the time she arrived at her overnight halt the physical exertion of running was enough to continually cause her weak bladder to leak. She would have held her bowels too if it wasn’t for the witch flower’s pollen which had caused a sneezing fit. Her wraps were completely drenched and the small lump of mush she had expelled had smeared and squished during her vigorous movement staining the entirety of the seat of her undergarments. Before even cleaning up when she arrived at her room dutifully she penciled in what had happened to her journal. “Faust had better be able to help after this.” she growled, snapping the diary shut. Letting her robes fall away she continued undressing and made her way to the bath tub where she could let down her wild pink hair and relax in the hot water. If Dr. Faust was to be believed she wasn’t the only one with such an issue but when pressed he would always state doctor patient confidentiality and keep his lips sealed. He’d tried to get her to try wearing protective undergarments but no matter the euphemism they were diapers and she wasn’t a child! In the end after her disastrous attempt at remedial potty training he had offered her a wager. He would give her time to improve on her own giving her some recommendations to follow. There was no way the proud samurai could turn down a wager. If she didn’t show markable improvement upon their next meeting she would agree to wear diapers. She ruminated on her little wager nearly falling asleep whilst she basked in the warmth of the water. Finally climbing out of the tub she dried herself and trudged to bed. It had been a long day of traveling and she was weary. The warm embrace of sleep quickly whisked her away after dressing for bed. The land of sleep wouldn’t allow her to escape her little issue. Having always struggled with bedwetting and often even nighttime bowel movements tonight was no different. In her fitful sleep she dreamt of capture. “This is a fine blade.” the female gear mused as she examined Baiken’s prized edge. “Baiken, we meet again.” the red skirted woman spoke in a seductive tone. She strained against the bindings keeping her tied to the chair. Even though she was face to face with I-no somehow she wasn’t scared. Her burning desire for vengeance fueled her anger. “I’ll destroy you the second I free myself.” she snarled, muscles straining and bulging as she struggled. “Ohohoho will you now?” the woman laughed sadistically. “No little human I don’t think you will.” she said. “You can’t even break free of a simple yarn binding.” she said, pointing to the ‘rope’ that held her. Baiken’s eyes widened at what she saw. It wasn’t a tick rope like she’d thought but a simple yarn… it felt as if it were unbreakable steel! “You’re weak.” she purred leaning close to captured Baiken, licking her ear. The swordswoman whimpered and tried tugging at her bonds again; they barely budged. “You’ve been a past for far too long hunting down master.” she said, stepping away from the sitting woman. Her muscular thighs quivered. Now she could feel the fear running through her blood like an icy torrent. With her thumb I-no popped Baiken’s sword free from its sheathe drawing the fine blade and in an instant swinging the deadly blade towards her victim. Baiken’s face twisted with fear as the blade approached. Steaming urine started to pool around her thighs as her bladder rapidly expelled its contents in fright. The blade held a hairs width from her throat, parting the air as it approached. She clenched her eyes shut feeling the breeze caress the side of her face and the sound of a noisy wet bowel movement rose to their ears as she filled her wrappings with a soft formless mush. She trembled, catching her breath still mid bowel movement, grunting as she forced the last of the wet feces into her undergarment with a wet crackle. “Coward~” I-no’s voice taunted. She shot up in bed drenched in a cold sweat. Though, not the only liquid she was drenched in. The bed was absolutely soaked. She must have wet multiple times through the night. A huge wet splotch discolored the sheets under her and even worse… when she sat up she felt a massive bulge squish under her backside. Baiken flushed brightly with embarrassment, she could still remember Dr. Faust’s words about the matter the last time she had undergone the potty training class. Of the attendees she was the only one to soil her bedding. Before losing her nerve to record the humiliating event she quickly noted down what had happened in her voiding diary. There was no way to downplay a nighttime accident like this. At this rate she was destined for diapers she thought bitterly. All too used to these sorts of nighttime incidents such as this she pulled herself out of bed groaning at the large wet splotch and faint brown staining from her nocturnal release. Another shower followed stripping off her badly soiled wraps. Laying down a towel she collapsed back into bed. Staring out the window she could hear Faust’s irriitating voice in her head. “Protection will allow you to get a good night’s sleep as well.” he had chided her when she told him how many times a night she was woken up on average per night. Baiken grumbled under her breath yawning as she finally fell back asleep atop the towel she laid down. The distant crow of a rooster roused her from a thankfully dreamless sleep. Again though, her body had betrayed her. The wet splotch was even larger than she remembered. She must have urinated in her sleep once more… maybe twice. Baiken cursed loudly, the clammy sensation of wet sheets sending her into a foul mood. She’d come so close to staying dry at night but every time she ran into some sort of trouble her night time issues seemed to return. Leaving an extra tip on the nightstand to deal with the mess she’d made of her bedding Baiken quickly slipped out of the small inn not wishing to explain what she had done to yet another innkeeper. No sooner had she managed to leave the inn a roof shingle slipped from the aging roof shattering violently against the street next to her. She gasped in surprise readying her sword as her bladder spasmed. Her freshly changed wraps felt damp again. She huffed, realizing the source of the noise and let her sword drop back into its sheath before pressing on. Before she could leave the town another member of the communications guild stopped her. “Ms. Baiken, I have a collect call for you.” he said, a hint of unease in his voice. Her fearsome reputation with a sword preceded her. She waved her hand dismissively. “Fine, I’ll take it.” she growled, it was probably him again with more information about the gear who had broken away from the main contingent of hostile Gears. “Yes?” she asked with an irritated tone as the man lowered the antenna. His voice, the same as yesterday crackled into clarity. “A fortunate turn of events. It’s changed direction again. Headed towards you. Now’s your chance, it might be able to tell you something about That man. Take care of it Baiken… and get a damn phone already.” the voice said before the line went dead. She paled as a slow trickle of warm urine ran down her muscular leg. There was no putting it off any longer, she needed answers about That Man, it was just one gear; she’d fought them before… she could fight them again. Shutting her eyes she focused, steadying her breathing. Managing to stem the flow of urine dribbling down her leg she took a deep breath and quickly made her way from the town, leaving a small glittering puddle where her foot had been. Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword as she darted through the forest. She was going to find this gear and make it tell her about That Man. Cutting her way through some of the denser underbrush with efficient sword strokes. Baiken was growing closer, she could feel it. Something about the way the air seemed almost electric. Her wraps had nearly dried on her run. Something she could take pride in not having dribbled any further., only a faint dampness remained from her earlier lapses in control. Slowly she drew her sword, slowing her breathing as she waited. The faint rustle of leaves in the wind was the only noise audible. The minutes rolled on as she waited. Finally the silence broke. Branches snapped noisily underfoot from some distance away. Her pupil dilated, her heart rate quickened with a surge of adrenaline and her bladder trembled with nerves loosening another spurt of warm liquid that would soak into her wraps. The shuffling footsteps didn't sound like a normal gait. Instead they were uneven, almost as if it were stumbling, was it damaged? What she could hear filled her with an uneasy confidence. Her legs trembled with fear as the distant footsteps grew closer. Now that the reality of facing down a rogue gear was growing closer the occasional spurts and dribbles of urine had turned into a near steady stream. Translucent yellowed liquid continually trailed down her thighs dribbling into the grass underneath her sandals. Her bowels felt heavy and in a distant corner of her mind she could feel her anus quiver. It emerged from behind a tree, stumbling as it tripped over a root. Reaching out it steadied itself on a tree. It's form was lithe and delicate. The Gear spotted Baiken immediately, jerking it's head in the direction of the swordswoman. She swallowed dryly as its eyes fell on her. If one didn't know any better it could have been mistaken as just a beautiful young woman albeit in a strange state of dress. Tattered cloth barely covered her breasts and nethers and more than one seam was visible in the skin of her arms. It must have been a prototype or some defective Gear. Gear's like I-no and Sol were perfect specimens of magical origin. Her breathing had grown shallow in the tense moments of the stare down and while she'd managed to steady her sword-hand her quivering bladder had given up. A torrential downpour of urine flowed down her legs dampening her kimono in spots. Its eyes flashed red and it opened its mouth as if to speak. Baiken panicked, images of her village burning to the ground flashed through her head, her parents massacred, her friends destroyed. Her knees had bent slightly of her body's own accord and when she finally came to her senses she realized she was in the process of uncontrollably vacating her bowels. Baiken's stomach tensed as her muscles moved on their own. Had she another hand she would have desperately pressed it against her bottom in a last ditch effort to prevent the seemingly inevitable expulsion. A soft brown paste slowly piled into her urine soaked wraps. Under her kimono the tight cotton fabric began to stretch and sag accommodating the freshly released waste. The pink haired woman could feel it squishing between her muscular cheeks, coating her bottom with sticky mush as she continued to grunt and void herself. She had to move before it struck! Taking a decisive step forward before bursting into a sprint she could feel her body push the rest of the wet stool into her wrappings with a noisy wet splortch; feeling that muddy heaviness weighing down her underwear, jiggling with every movement. Closing the gap in mere seconds she found her strength and ran the Gear through with her sword cleanly impaling it through the midsection before it could react. Withdrawing her sword the still urinating Samurai sheathed it as she felt the last of her bladders contents finally run down her legs. Sparks jetted from the exist wound... that wasn't supposed to happen. Baiken shielded her eyes hopping back staring warily at the figure. Gears were more man than machine. The figure collapsed, twitching into a broken heap. Whatever this was it wasn't a Gear. "Oh dear oh dear." a voice suddenly called out. It was precisely then the woman realized that the rear of her Kimono had been tugged up exposing her bulging undergarments. Her eyes widened with surprise as she whirled around again. "Kyaah! Freak!" she shouted, immediately recognizing the voice of her doctor; the... less than traditional Dr. Faust. She blushed brightly upon realizing that he'd been looking up her Kimono to inspect the state of her underwear. "You!" she growled, clenching her sword. He seemed unbothered by the threatening stance taken by the dangerous woman as he scrawled something into a notebook. "Yes yes, that is concerning." he mused. "What... what is concerning!?" she asked waving her sword towards him. "Well..." he began, striking a pose and pausing for dramatic effect. "First I must attend to my robo Gear." the extremely tall and extremely eccentric man spoke; pointing towards the collapsed and still occasionally twitching 'woman'. Baiken huffed, sheathing her sword. As the good doctor walked with his odd elongated motions towards the downed construct she awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, tugging on the fabric of her soiled wraps. "There we are." he exclaimed pressing his wiry fingers into a few specific spots. In a comedic display of precision the automoton popped off the ground and folded itself into a rectangular shape landing into Faust's open and waiting briefcase. He opened his white coat and thrust the briefcase inside. Where it actually went Baiken had no idea. Not even the Post War Administration Bureau truly understood the breadth and source of Faust's occult mastery beyond his scientific and medical genius. "Now, as I was saying." he turned back to Baiken, speaking with an eloquence one wouldn't expect from a lunatic wearing a paper bag for a mask. "At first estimate it would appear you've regressed in terms of your involuntary control." he noted. As clinical as he attempted to be with his words it still brought a fiery blush to Baiken's cheeks. "and your unintentional defecation made you hesitate for roughly 4.7 seconds. If that had been a real Gear it could have taken advantage of your bowel movement and struck first; wounding you or worse..." he mused. "If you would please raise your kimono for me?" he requested. She glowered at him."Please, I must compare your release with your past averages. You do remember our little agreement right?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "Of course I remember." she spat. Slowly she turned her back to him and begrudgingly gripped the sides of her Kimono carefully tugging it up until her ruined wraps came into view beneath the hem of her robe. She could feel his intense gaze probing her dirtied undergarments. "As I thought." he spoke to himself. "A release of 730 grams of feces. That's almost twenty more than your average." he estimated, sounding distressed. "Without regular potty training it seems your issues have been getting worse." Faust exclaimed. "Have you at least been following the exercises I showed you?" he asked, demonstrating the ridiculous crouching motions as he continued to barrage her with questions. "Have you had any change in diet? Reduced your alcohol intake like I recommended? Have you been sleeping well? How is your general fluid intake? Oh and my I see your voiding diary?" he asked. She let the hem of her Kimono fall, once again concealing her shameful accident from sight. If only it would conceal the foul smell hanging around her, making it quite obvious she'd had a very messy accident in her pants. Tugging the small book off her hip Baiken thrust the private journal towards him. "No, no, no, no and poor." she said with a grumble, answering his questions. He wilted somewhat at her petulant response "As your physician I promised to help you with your issues that you came to me for assistance with. I can only do so much and forgive me for being blunt but if you ever want to stop pooping your pants like a child you'll take my advice seriously!" he reprimanded her. "You showed some promise during your first potty training classes. I'll admit you had some setbacks... but..." he trailed off. Baiken flinched, taking a long swig of rice wine from the gourd she kept strapped over her shoulder. "I apologize for the deception and roping Anji into all this but it was the only way to properly gauge your progress without putting you in any real danger." he resumed. I think it is clear that you are not ready to be out of diapers." he said, flicking through her voiding diary, scanning the pages with incredible speed. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I have helped many other patients in similar situations achieve more manageable levels on continence." he said. "and I believe we had a wager did we not? You were insistent you could improve on your own and I gave you the opportunity to prove yourself but it seems your continence has only worsened." he explained as he rummaged around in his coat once more and pulled out an extremely thick diaper. The color drained from her cheeks as she saw what awaited her. The pink designs that adorned the white plastic shell brought an embarrassed scowl to her face. Faust noticed her expression and frowned. "Is it not to your liking? I thought it would match your hair." he said innocently. "and the Colossus is the only protective incontinence garment rated to keep your bedding dry. Since you're such a heavy daytime wetter it would simplify things to wear the same garment day and night." he said methodically. "I... I'm not wearing that. It looks ridiculous!" Baiken said. "It's for children it's... give me another chance. I'll prove myself. I can... I don't want to wear that." she nearly pleaded, her eyes watering with shame. "One more chance?" he asked with a nonplussed sigh. He'd known she was stubborn but to be this stubborn!? "Fine." he said quickly. Wasting no time at all he waved his hands around in the air in front of Baiken who watched in confusion. Every few moments he would poke her muscular stomach. She had learned a long time ago not to question what he was doing unless she wanted a long confusing lecture about matters that she didn't understand. He finished shortly after he'd begun and after one final poke he cleared his throat. "You'll feel the effects momentarily. Hold it for five minutes and I'll..." he began before be was interrupted by a distressed cry of surprise from the vengeful woman. "Ayiiiiii what did... you do!?" she grimaced in discomfort, holding her stomach with her hand. "Like I was saying..." he tried to continue before Baiken groaned loudly and squatted, spreading her thighs wide parting her kimono as a cacophony of unladylike noises erupted from her backside. All of a sudden she'd had to go again. That was his idea of another chance? "I... nnng I'm... ahhh I'm shitting." she grunted crassly as she defecated in her already full wraps. Any pretense of control had long since past. A fresh wetness blossomed on the crotch of her wraps and a powerful stream flowed through the simple cotton undergarment. The pale yellow arc of liquid splattered noisily against the forest floor as the wet stain on her groin began to encompass the entirety of her wrappings. The sudden relief was overwhelming, almost orgasmic. Her grunts and groans nearly turned into moans as fresh waste was pushed into her fully soiled wraps. Faust watched in surprise as she lost control immediately. Mayhaps he had overdone things... just a bit... "nnng m...make it stop..." she groaned, clenching her eye shut. Owing to the tightness of her wraps some of her waste had started to spill out over the top smearing her lower back and the inside of her kimono. "I'll wear it... I'll wear it..." she groaned, gasping before giving one final grunt pushing out a firm log that clearly distended her wraps beyond the lumpy bulge. Panting for breath it was finally over. "I.. thought you would be able to hold it until you were at least able to undo your underwear. It was not my intent to make you soil yourself" Faust said apologetically, holding his hands out for emphasis. "Please allow me to assist you." he said, dutifully moving towards her. "I can do it myself." she growled, slowly, carefully starting to stand. Despite how careful her movements were the mess in her wraps made a wet squelching noise as she stood, forcing some of it down her thigh. "With one arm you'll have difficultly applying the diaper properly, not to mention cleaning yourself up." he said, continuing to move towards her. "Fine." she grumbled. Undoing the tie around her waist she let her kimono fall open carefully removing it to avoid further soiling the expensive outfit. Hanging it over a nearby branch she folded her arms over her chest standing in nothing but her filthy wraps. "Go on then." she commanded, blushing brightly. Faust was already humming merrily to himself, snapping on a pair of rubber gloves having retrieved cleaning supplies from who knows where. It was a time consuming process and while she would never admit it she was glad she didn't have to clean the shit off her backside. He was surprisingly gentle with his touch and working in such close proximity to her womanhood was enough to inspire a blush in her cheeks for a different reason. On more than one occasion did she have to stifle the urge to moan as he tended to her. Finally it was done, she was clean and her destroyed wraps disposed of. "All done." he said proudly, removing the gloves. "Oh, but I would recommend shaving." he commented clinically, pointing to the pink pubic hair that adorned her groin. "Purely for sanitary reasons." he said before laying his jacket on the forest floor. "If you would lie down Ms. Baiken. I will show you how to fasten a diaper." he said gesturing for her to lay down. "Fine." she grunted towards him, maintaining her standoffish attitude. She lowered herself onto the makeshift mat as instructed. Retrieving the thickly padded diaper he'd set aside he began unfolding it showing her the difference between the front and the back, how to apply the tapes and how to ensure a snug fit; after all what would be the point of wearing protection just to have it leak? "Go ahead and lift your hips please." he asked. Baiken having accepted what was coming followed his instructions allowing him to slide the fresh garment under her. She sat back down with a faint rustle from the plastic. "I'll let you do the rest." he offered, allowing her some modicum of pride. It proved to be much more difficult than anticipated. With one hand she couldn't quite pull it tight enough and then apply the tape. After struggling with multiple attempts she finally asked for help. "Doctor... I can't..." she admitted quietly, averting her gaze in angry frustration. To think that something so simple could elude her grasp. "I'm sure you can... it's just practice." he said without a care in the world before proceeding to tape the thick garment tightly around her toned hips. "and there we are." he said proudly. Pulling herself to her feet the noisy crinkling was immediately audible. and brought a blush to her cheeks. "Everyone will hear it!" she protested, taking her kimono from the branch where it hung. "Nonsense, it's not that loud." he lied to assuage her pride. "It's so thick! I can hardly close my legs." she continued with her observations, glancing over her shoulder down at her padded butt. "You will get accustomed to it but hopefully with enough progress we can switch to something thinner." he incentivized her. She shot him an angry look as she tugged on her kimono concealing her childish diaper. Baiken inspected herself from each angle making sure it wasn't visible. "You can't even tell." Faust reassured her. She looked at him skeptically before finally accepting his words. It was for the best... no more wet sheets at night, no more sodden thighs and stains on her kimono. "Now if you'll follow me. I've enrolled you in remedial potty training. It's starting tomorrow." he said, grabbing her by the wrist leading her off with a surprised yelp before she could even get in a word of protest. Already the pink pictures that adorned her diaper had started to fade. The doctor decidedly had his work cut out for him.
  19. (Just a little advertisement first, we've recently formed a Council discord channel. So if you're into proud tough ladies getting into embarrassing situations, getting spooked and having humiliating accidents shoot me a dm. We've got a handful of likeminded authors and artists) Welcome to the sequel of, One huge thank you to my wonderful girlfriend and editor who puts up with my atrocious grammar. Without any further interruptions, enjoy. Baiken huffed as she laid down for a change. The audible squish of clammy, sodden padding underneath her kimono brought a blush to her cheeks. Rivulets of urine dribbled over the plastic shell. The garment had been completely saturated during the night. “It would help if you learned to do these things yourself.” the doctor said, taking a moment to strike an exaggerated pose while he thought. Baiken just growled at him. “It’s difficult with one arm, and if you’re going to make me wear them, then you’re going to change them!” she snapped. “Okay, okay!” he said, holding his hands out, knowing how ill-tempered she could be...especially in the morning. “But look at the progress you have made.” he beamed. She stared back at him, nonplussed. Whatever he was so jovial about she didn’t seem to see it. “Progress, no matter how small, is still progress!” he exclaimed. Reaching into his surgical coat, he rummaged around for a moment before yanking out a sheet of stickers. The crude woman clenched her jaw with displeasure. His methods were embarrassing to say the least. Peeling off one of the stickers, he thrust it forward, sticking it to the “progress” chart in the wet row. She rubbed her face with embarrassment. “I’m not a child, are those really necessary?” she growled again already knowing the answer. “You agreed to follow my methods.” he commented with a shake of his head. “And I’m the doctor!” he added before shoving the stickers back into his coat. “Like I was saying, progress! This is the first night since you arrived that you didn’t have a nocturnal bowel movement.” he exclaimed with pride as if he were a father helping his daughter potty train. The pink-haired woman looked unimpressed by the revelation. “I guess.” she begrudgingly admitted. It was true; since arriving in the city she’d been haunted each night by horrifying dreams. Memories of the past caused her to wake each day, diaper soaked with her own urine and the rear bulging with shit. It had been so bad that she’d leaked the first two nights; Faust insisted her bed be fitted with a protective mattress cover. To do that during the day was one thing but even while she slept! Baiken shuddered, recalling the sticky muddy sensation of a dirtied diaper that she’d spent all night sleeping in. “In addition, you’ve had fewer incidents these past three days!” he added encouragingly. Faust gestured to the chart that was filled with stickers; she couldn’t bring herself to look. Baiken didn’t have to look to know how bad it was. The unbidden dribble of urine into the thirsty padding around her groin seemed never ending. When she wasn’t in ‘class’, most of her day was spent doing menial labor around the compound. Baiken cynically suspected that Faust was just too cheap to hire a cleaner. “Oh, I nearly forgot. You’ll be happy to know that I’ll be getting another patient for precisely the same reason you’re here… well… not precisely the same reason. I shouldn’t be so specific. A similar reason?” he mused, searching for the right word. Baiken groaned, resisting the urge to snap at him again. “Change me before I get another rash.” she hissed. The doctor snapped out of his thoughts at her demand. “Oh, yes, of course!” Whistling a quiet tune through the ridiculous paper bag he wore as a mask, he began. She turned her head to the side, looking out the window as she tugged up the bottom half of her kimono. Cool air suddenly hit her naked skin, and the smell of stale pee tickled her nose. “You’ve been drinking more water too, excellent.” he noted, breaking his jovial whistling to offer her more praise. “Oh, and before I continue, do you still need the toilet?” he asked. There was no use in denying it; she had learned how insistent he could be. Best to just get it over with. Baiken nodded and felt him raising the front of her diaper, holding it back in place. She balled her fists and pushed. A weak stream dribbled from her urethra. The pink-haired woman could feel the warm liquid trickling down her slit, running over the bottom of her buttocks and pooling in the saturated garment before slowly being absorbed. “I’m done.” she grunted dismissively. “Wonderful.” he said before once again removing the wet diaper. “And lift.” he told her. She did as he requested, raising her hips for him as she felt the wet garment pulled away. Freedom, if only for a scant few minutes. She let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden chill touch of the sanitizing wipe. “Cold!” she growled at him. The first time he’d endeavored to change her in the morning she’d ended up urinating all over his hand… that had prompted him to begin asking if she still had to go. “Yes, sorry, sorry. I always forget.” he said absentmindedly. His apologies didn’t stop him from continuing his efforts to wipe the sheen of urine from her flesh. “And done, that wasn’t so bad.” he attempted to assuage her poor mood. She mockingly mouthed his words. It’s what he said every time… “and a fresh diaper.” he continued to narrate her change as he laid the garment on the table. Unfolding the thickly padded garment she instinctively lifted her hips, allowing Faust to slide the diaper under her. “How many more of those do you have? You said you’d order them without those stupid prints on them.” she groused. “Oh, but I think they’re adorable!” he exclaimed. “The pink pictures even match your hair.” he continued. Baiken’s eye twitched with irritation. That was not the answer she desired… “Soon, soon!” he said quickly, upon seeing the death glare. “At the rate you’re using them, I’d say another week or two… or three?” he said. It sounded like he didn’t even know. Baiken remained silent, allowing him to finish taping the diaper snugly around her hips. “All done, we’ll see you shortly for class. Make sure you eat breakfast.” he nattered before sliding out of the room. “What a weirdo…” she grumbled, swinging her legs over the side of the changing table. Standing from the table her kimono fell back into place, hiding her diaper once more. With him out of the room she approached the potty training chart, running her fingers over the myriad of stickers. So many accidents… her eyes watered with shame at the reminder and she stormed from the room. A short while later she reclined on the back two legs of the chair, belching loudly as she rubbed her stomach. A hearty breakfast of eggs and cured meats had satisfied her appetite for now. Since he was off tending to who knew what she’d even brewed a pot of coffee. His insistence on drinking water water water was incredibly tiresome and the caffeinated beverage warmed her insides as she sipped from the mug. She wondered who was going to be joining her suffering at Faust’s clinic. Maybe it’d be someone she’d met in her travels? Baiken gulped down the rest of the coffee and let the chair fall forward, returning to all four legs with a wooden clunk. Slamming the mug down, she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her kimono. She stood up and immediately froze as a noisy wet splortch came from her diaper. She’d stood too quickly and accidentally messed her diaper. Gingerly reaching behind her she probed the seat of her padding. It wasn’t much but she could feel the slippery, sticky sensation of a small gooey dollop of poop between her cheeks. To make matters worse the gusset of the thick garment wasn’t dry anymore either. A small discolored patch caused the patterns to fade slightly. At least it was a small accident… it barely even counted! Baiken tossed her dishes in the sink, squirming in her diaper, before exiting to the courtyard. Her diaper could wait for now; she didn’t want to ask Faust for a change so soon… The morning sun was already creeping towards noon. It was only with Faust’s coercion that she was beginning to rise before midday at all! Now that she wasn’t up all night drinking it was a possibility. She spat on the ground with irritation. A bedtime… at her age! A heavy bladed axe waited for her with a pile of unsplit logs; wood for the fireplaces and the stoves. Hefting the large tool above her head she began the menial job. It was simple, honest work, and one of the few things Baiken moderately enjoyed here. At least she could keep her strength up! Still, it wasn’t a finely crafted weapon like her sword (which Faust had been adamant about locking up). He insisted that she was safe here, and that it was a place of healing, not violence. She scoffed at his words as they came back to he, and resumed splitting the wood. She let herself fall into the repetitive work. The rhythmic thumping of the axe blade masked the brief spurts of urine that dampened her diaper. Faust skittered back into the yard, peering towards Baiken as she labored. The dutiful doctor continued his peculiar gait towards the distracted woman. His diaper checks continued to take her by surprise, and this time was no exception. He leaned forward, craning his neck up underneath the hem of her kimono and shoving his face against the bottom of her diaper. She screamed in surprise, the axe flying from her hand at the apex of its arc. “FREAK!” she shouted as she whirled around, her heart beating against her chest. The unexpected startle had brought a spate of urine spattering noisily against the groin of her diaper. Her bowels had loosened as well. Already needing to relieve herself from the coffee, a loose watery movement exploded into her diaper, causing the garment to sag beneath her hips. “What are you doing!?” she barked at him, hands jammed between her legs, thighs quivering with the effort to control herself. “I was simply checking your diaper.” he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Retrieving what she instantly recognized as her voiding journal he began to write. There was a silence between them… save for the sound of a babbling stream coming from between her legs. “Oh dear… I didn’t intend to startle you!” he apologized to the blushing woman. “Well… I need a change now…” she grumbled under her breath. “Yes… I ahh heard your release. Did you completely void?” he asked. Baiken did not appear pleased by the question. “Yes…” she spat. “I see.” he noted, jotting down something in the diary before beckoning her off to the changing area. “We should get you changed before class anyway. Your diaper was quite wet.” he said which she immediately denied. “No it wasn’t!” she retorted! “I was perfectly… almost perfectly dry!” she huffed, following him back to the changing room now with an awkward bow-legged stride. Desperately she attempted to avoid squishing the moderate bulge in her diaper any more than she already had. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you cleaned up before you know it. We wouldn’t want to be late!” he said, grabbing her by the hand; suddenly he was pulling her across the courtyard in a near sprint. Her dirty diaper bounced against her bottom, squishing wetly with every step. Baiken’s protests fell on deaf ears. Unlike the earlier change which had only taken a few minutes, changing her after a full bowel movement took some time. Fortunately he was meticulous with his effort to keep her from getting a rash. The smell was atrocious; she pinched her nose shut as he tirelessly worked to clean the filth from her backside. It took a good fifteen minutes but in the end she was clean again and placed in a new diaper. “Oh dear… we’re already a few minutes late!” he said, scuttling out of the room without another word. She shook her head and trudged after him. This was undoubtedly her least favorite part of the day… since she’d failed out of his initial Bedwetting therapy class and been transferred to Beginning Potty Training for toddlers dealing with a bunch of brats was extremely irksome. Arriving in the classroom she could hear him apologizing for being late. “Sorry, Ms. Baiken had a little accident in her diaper and needed changing.” he told the classes which brought an uproar of giggles from the young children. “Shut up! That’s not true!” she lied, flustered by the doctor’s humiliating apology. So much for doctor patient confidentiality! “Ms. Baiken, language!” he scolded her. The crass samurai narrowed her eyes and took her seat in the rear of the class, cursing quietly to herself. Her diaper crinkled audibly as she sat. The lesson dragged on… and on… some of it was based in physiology some of it just sounded like gibberish but it was all dumbed down to such an inane level. She heard her name called and snapped to attention. “Ms. Baiken are you paying attention?” Dr. Faust’s voice asked. She growled back at him “Yes.” Even through his paper bag she could tell he was giving her a skeptical look. He paused the lecture and pointed at her dramatically “Then you’ll have no problem telling me. What is the first thing you do when you need to potty?” he asked, pensively waiting for her response. Baiken glowered at him and the simplicity of his questions. “You go to the pot…” she cleared her throat correcting herself. “The toilet.” she said smugly. The class burst out into giggles again at her expense. “Wrong!” he exclaimed, smacking the whiteboard. “Class, Ms. Baiken’s answer is why she is still wearing diapers. When you feel the need to potty, you…” he waited for the class to fill in the answer. There was a unanimous shout from the younger children. “Hold it.” they all said. A young girl patted Baiken on the thigh comfortingly. The pink-haired woman simply glowered at her until she retreated. Fortunately, she was spared embarrassment for the rest of the lesson… until she felt her stomach gurgle ominously. Fifteen minutes left… She straightened her posture, but that hardly helped her sudden, desperate predicament. Breakfast had caught up with her, and to make matter worse, that nagging urge in her bladder had returned as well. She fidgeted where she sat, muscular thighs bobbing up and down. Asking to use the bathroom… there was only a few more minutes left… she could already hear the children giggling if she asked to excuse herself. She glanced up at Faust, still blathering on as per usual. Somehow he seemed to without fail capture the attention of the children with his lessons. She snorted with derision at the idea of a psychopath like him teaching anything useful to children. Her short laughter had been louder than intended; Faust paused his lesson cocking his head a full ninety degrees to the side. “Ms. Baiken, is there something you would like to share with the class?” he asked. The samurai could feel a multitude of eyes all on her. She waved her hand dismissively, attempting to deflect the attention. “Nothing important.” The doctor did not look amused with her answer. “Would you be so kind as to join me at the front of the class?” he asked… His tone of voice however...she could tell it wasn’t a request. “Is that really necessary?” she retorted. “You agreed to follow my rules and guidelines! I expect you to set a good example for the children, but your outbursts have been very distracting today! Isn’t that right, class?” he said, looking around at the young children. They all looked somewhat confused by the question before agreeing in unison; Baiken groaned. “Fine, fine, I’m coming.” she growled. Slowly she uncrossed her legs and got to her feet. Brushing off her kimono, she sauntered towards the front of the class, past her younger classmates; diaper crinkling noisily with every step. “Well?” she asked, standing indignantly in front of him with her hand on her hip. There was a moment of silence. “The paddle of classroom justice!” he loudly announced. Taking his full nine foot height he utterly towered over the smaller woman. The color drained from her face as she craned her neck back to see him. Walking hunched over as he did, it was easy to forget just how tall Faust was. From behind his desk he’d retrieved a large wooden paddle; it must have been every bit of five feet long! It was as big as she was! The class oooohed all together as they watched. She could already feel a gush of pee warming the diaper between her legs at the sight. “W...wait no… that’s…” she tried to protest. Faust sat on the edge of his desk, and before she knew what was happening the lanky man had pulled her over his knees. Tugging up the bottom of her kimono he exposed the puffy diaper. “Oh dear, if you needed a change you should have said so.” he lectured her, spotting the damp discoloration. “I didn’t I… ooh…” she grit her teeth, finally managing to clench her muscles and stem the flow. “Let me up, you pervert!” she barked at him! Faust ignored her demands and addressed the class. “Ms. Baiken is going to be disciplined. This is what happens when you disrupt class and misbehave!” he said, bringing the large paddle down on the woman’s bottom. Even through the thick padding it hurt. Baiken yelped in pain as she was forced forward from the impact. Any semblance of control she’d managed to regain over her bladder instantly disappeared upon impact. A noisy deluge of piss rushed into her diaper. The audible hiss earned giggles from the spectators. “Ahhhhh!” Faust exclaimed, seeing the protective garment begin to droop and swell. “Using your diaper won’t save you from your punishment!” he announced, bringing the paddle crashing down once more. Due to her forceful peeing saturating the diaper, the impact was more of a wet thump the second time around. She blushed with humiliation as every eye was glued to her plight. “I…” the paddle came down with a loud WUMP, interrupting whatever she was about to say. “Faust, please!” she managed to interject before it came down again. “In my classroom my discipline is law!” he exclaimed without stopping, bringing another hard swat down on her backside. With each strike she could feel her bowels loosening, her anus quivering. She grimaced, enduring another blow to her behind. “S..stop.” she futilely begged. He raised the paddle once more. Her body convulsed, her stomach tensed, and in anticipation of the blow her bowels uncontrollably evacuated. It was noisy, sticky, wet. Time seemed to slow down as she felt each gram of waste crackle and ooze into her diaper. The stream of urine had started to taper off; a single rivulet of urine running down her muscular thigh. “Nnng I… I’m… s...stop!” she whined as she pushed more filthy mush into her padded underwear. There were gasps of shock, giggles, and full blown laughter from the children watching her. “She’s pooping her diaper!” one announced gleefully, delighting in the woman’s misery. Another giggled madly “she’s fudging her huggies!” he snickered. “Ewww, that’s so gross!” a young girl said, pinching her nose in an exaggerated fashion. The seat of her diaper swelled; already the prints had disappeared when she’d wet. Now the white shell of the garment was slowly starting to turn a mottled brown. “Oh dear… oh dear!” Faust exclaimed, not having expected this to happen. “She’s a poopy girl!” another voice gleefully announced. Faust finally intervened. “Please class, don’t tease Ms. Baiken for having an accident. It is, after all, why she is here. I suppose this is lesson enough…” he admitted before snapping his fingers with inspiration. Baiken meanwhile grunted one last time, pushing the last of her poop into her diaper, brown muck starting to seep out around the leg holes. Faust returned Baiken to her feet. She nearly lost her balance, but was glad she did not. He slammed his hand down on the desk and with one swift movement cleared it. Pencils, papers, even the ancient typewriter he had for some unknown reason clattered to the ground. Once cleared he brought his fist down smacking the desktop and the whole surface rotated. What was once a standard desk now looked like a changing table one might find in any public bathroom. “Please, Ms. Baiken. Go ahead and lay down. In place of the rest of her spanking she was to be a demonstration to the class! Her head swam, slowly she did as she was told lest she provoke the lunatic further. “Please, one of you fetch Ms. Baiken a diaper.” he asked the class. One of the other children hopped to her feet and scrambled to get the sorely needed garment. Under the desk resided the rest of the supplies he would need. Climbing onto the changing table, Baiken could feel her kimono being lifted up. “Before you lay on your back.” Faust chimed in again. The doctor pointed to the leaking leg guard’s smeared with brown. “You see, class, this is why you should always change as soon as possible. You can see Ms. Baiken is already about to leak! It’s fortunate we were here already.” he explained, keeping her sagging diaper on display for a moment. Baiken shut her eye, absolutely mortified, wishing to be anywhere but her current predicament. “You may lay down.” he said gently, allowing her to twist around and lay on her back. She stared down woefully as he spread her thighs. The entire front of her diaper was sodden, ; she could feel the heavy warmth blanketing her hips. He inspected her for a moment “Oh dear… we might need to get you something thicker; you’re a very heavy wetter for your size.” he said, clicking his tongue with concern. “Oh no no… the colossus is the thickest model!” he exclaimed with an air of hopelessness to his voice. “Oh, I’m rambling again. Anyway!” he turned his attention back to the blushing diapered woman waiting for her change. “Class, you’ll see changing Ms. Baiken’s diaper is just like changing any other.” he explained as he began un-taping the thoroughly soiled garment. Baiken wrinkled her nose at the sudden foul smell emanating from her poopy diaper. There was a quiet murmur about how stinky she was from the class. “Yes, due to her poor diet and previous dependence on alcohol, Ms. Baiken is a stinky girl.” he said absentmindedly as he continued to scrub the excrement from her skin. “Shut up!” she hissed at him. He paid little attention to her outburst and continued the task at hand. Much to Baiken’s chagrin, narration of each step was included. It was among the most humiliating fifteen minutes of the pink-haired woman’s life. Finally it was over, and the class was dismissed. She was the first to leave, running as fast as she could back to her room. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Baiken broke out her hidden stash of rice wine that Faust had yet to find and drowned her misery in it; eventually she wandered out and into town. Hours passed and with a sodden diaper drooping wetly between her legs she returned. Faust was in his lab doing… Baiken wasn’t about to ask; but… there was another voice? “Oh, the little one’s returned~” a flirtatious voice called out as she came into the doorway. The voice caused the hair on the back of Baiken’s neck to stand on end. Her eye widened, a gush of urine running down her leg. “YOU!” she growled, lunging forward with malicious intent in her eyes. I-no let out a faux scream holding her hand to her head. “Oh Faust, this crass woman is going to attack me. I’m so scared~” she announced melodramatically. Faust stepped forward, blocking Baiken’s path to the dark haired woman. I-no was in her own little world, snickering at the display. Faust was scolding Baiken; the small, pink-haired woman flailing her arms in an attempt to shove past the monster of a man. I-no crouched down, spreading her knees. Her skirt rode up exposing a thick diaper adorned with cartoonish musical notes. “I’m so frightened I pooped my diaper~” she said with a breathy moan, rubbing the front of her diaper with one hand as a wet stain started to form. Grunting, the seat of the childish garment began to tent and expand as she strained to empty herself. “Ms. I-no is here under a very strange circumstance, but I expect you to behave yourself around her!” Faust said, looming over the irate woman. “She’s a madwoman, keep her away from me doctor~” I-no’s coy voice rang out as she grunted again and finished messing her diaper. A wet discoloration blossomed under her hand that’d been mischievously rubbing the front of her diaper as she let out a subdued moan. Baiken finally saw what the short haired woman was doing and recoiled in horror. “Degenerate, pervert!” she snapped, taking a step back and glowering at I-no. Faust whirled around “No! Ahhhh, Ms. I-no, that’s exactly what you’re not supposed to be doing!” he exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. “Stop that this instant!” he demanded. I-no pouted playfully and stood, tugging her skirt back down over her diaper. At least Baiken’s kimono hid it well… the dirty brown bulge hung quite obviously beneath the hem of I-no’s red skirt. She winked at Baiken. “I suppose you’ll be changing me now?” she said to Faust. “Of course! I can’t allow you to stay in a soiled diaper. You’re supposed to be using the toilet!” he said, sounding exasperated with the woman. “Come along both of you!” he grabbed both of them by the wrist dragging them to the changing area. “Now, since you’re incapable of changing yourself. You might have better luck changing someone else.” Faust explained. Baiken scoffed angrily. “I’m not changing that pervert’s diaper.” she protested. “How else will you learn to change your own!” he countered, thrusting them both into the changing room, locking the door behind them. “Neither of you are allowed out until you’re both in clean diapers!” he announced, pressing his face up against the frosted window. “And no funny business!” I-no traipsed in, Baiken stumbled; catching her balance. Taking a moment I-no paused, reaching behind her and squishing her poopy diaper against her bottom with a guttural moan. The pink haired woman gagged, recoiling in horror… how could she do that… “Faust, let me out!” she growled, turning around knocking on the window where his face was. He didn’t flinch, answering with a resounding “NO” “But I bet you’ve never even tried squishing it~” I-no’s sultry voice teased her. She felt sick at the thought; deriving enjoyment from such things? She shook her head, turning around to face her new “classmate”. I-no was face to face with her, a hand reaching underneath Baiken’s Kimono and pressing the front of her saturated diaper. The soggy padding squished softly against her skin. She breathed in sharply, grabbing I-no’s wrist and yanking it away. It hadn’t been the worst sensation, but the proud woman would rather fall on her sword than admit anything to I-no. “Oh, you enjoyed that~” she teased, rubbing her wrist when Baiken let her go. Baiken glared at her. “Touch me again and even without my sword I will end you.” she threatened. “So fearsome, can’t even keep her pants dry~” I-no mocked. “At least I choose to do it~” she continued. “For some disgusting reason…” Baiken countered sharply, tromping over to the changing table. This was a sick joke, bringing I-no here. “Change mine and I’ll change yours.” Baiken growled at her, pointing at the table. “Oh, you’re no fun~” I-no huffed. She stroked her chin “Fine, but you first~” she said. Baiken crawled onto the changing table, spreading her legs for I-no to change her. “Oh dear, you really soaked that one.” I-no commented. “You’re even leaking~” she noted, running her finger along Baiken’s wet, muscular thigh. Baiken shuddered at her touch “No funny business.” she repeated, continuing to glare at her. Fortunately, her diaper was only wet. I-no approached her slowly, looking down at her like a predator stalking her prey. The look on her face made the samurai apprehensive about what was to come. Why couldn’t Faust just change them both! “Oh, but funny business is the best business~” I-no teased her, continuing to trace her finger along the woman’s thigh. Baiken twitched, her expression staying hard as stone. “Feh, fine.” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I’ll change your diaper, pouty pants.” she continued to tease with a huff. Clearly, that was not the reaction I-no had hoped for. “You’re no fun; you really should lighten up.” she said, ripping open the soggy diaper. Baiken continued to glare at her, remaining silent as the all too familiar smell of urine tickled her nose again. “Oh dear, you really soaked your diaper.” I-no commented, tugging the diaper out from under her and rolling the used diaper up. She paused, holding the used diaper in her hands. “Mmm, it’s still warm~” she teased, kneading her fingers into the plastic shell. Baiken’s expression shifted to one of revulsion. “You pervert! Put that down!” she growled. I-no laughed, “I knew I could change your mood.” she continued, letting the diaper fall from her hand with a wet splat. “Disgust is hardly an improvement!” the pink haired woman argued. I-no just smirked as she plucked a wipe out of the box. Unlike Faust, whose clinical approach was quick and efficient, the raven-haired she-devil took her time. Even her touch was more delicate. It was surprisingly pleasant. The relentless samurai’s expression melted. She bit her lip restlessly, shifting away from her touch. I-no said nothing, simply tending to her duties, not letting Baiken shift away from her so easily. “Stop squirming.” I-no scolded her. The changing continued; I-no brought the wipe ever so teasingly across Baiken’s slit. Her eye widened, her heart rate quickened; “S...stop that!” she snapped at I-no. “Just being thorough~” she said, dismissing her warning. Baiken took a deep breath as she continued. I-no tossed the wipe away, grabbing a fresh one. Resuming her mischievous ministrations the cleanup resumed as normal, working her way down to the woman’s bottom. When her guard was down once again, she felt I-no’s slender digit pushing ever so gently into her tight hole. She curled her toes, arching her back. I-no giggled quietly, pushing her finger in and out ever so slightly. “I’m surprised a repressed, angry sow like you enjoys this~” she teased, pressing her finger even deeper. Baiken let out an accidental moan, quickly covering her mouth and wriggling forward. Panting for breath, she sat up, glowering at the woman. “I did NOT!” she spat! “No, of course not.” I-no giggled, unfolding a fresh diaper for her. “You’re all clean cutie~” I-no winked. “Just have to put this diaper on.” she said, unfolding the garment for her. “I’ll do it myself!” Baiken insisted, clearly having had enough. I-no shrugged, laying the diaper on the table for her. Contenting herself by rubbing the front of her diaper, she bucked her hips against her hand, letting out a sultry moan. Baiken growled angrily as she maneuvered herself on top of the garment. From outside, face still pressed against the window, Faust banged on the glass. “Nooooo, no funny business!” he scolded I-no. She turned and pouted at the window whilst Baiken struggled with the diaper. “Damned thing.” she cursed under her breath. She’d managed to get the front tugged up but with only one arm she could hardly keep it tugged tightly against her skin to fasten the tapes. The end result was a poorly fitted diaper. I-no examined her handywork, clucking her tongue. Baiken felt so small, unable to even put on a diaper herself. She sniffled, eyes watering in shame. “J...just fix it.” she growled, turning her head away. “Of course dear~” I-no said airily, taking a few moments to readjust the tapes. “All done~” she commented, patting the front of her diaper with a faint crinkle. “My turnnnn~” she announced. Hopping onto the table with a noisy squelch, she gasped with pleasure as she wiggled her hips around. Baiken stared at her dumbfounded by the act. Each time she’d climbed onto the changing table it had been with all the grace and caution she could muster to avoid doing what I-no had just done. “I have to clean that up!” she growled at her. “I know, I’m soooo naughty. You should give me a spanking~” she toyed with her. Baiken trembled with anger, barely able to restrain herself. “Pervert.” she spat, ripping the diaper off, staring at what she had to clean up. Was this what Faust had to deal with every time she… Baiken couldn’t bring herself to think of it; cheeks blushing a fiery red. “Just sit still.” she growled, retrieving a handful of the cleansing wipes. Mercifully, it seemed I-no was finally calmed down. She let Baiken tend to her filth covered hips with little interruption. Her head lolled to the side and she looked like she was in another world, overcome with euphoria. One hand made the task even more arduous. Fortunately, I-no did as she asked, turning this way and that when requested. “An excellent display of teamwork!” Faust exclaimed, poking his head in through the door. “I’m leaving.” Baiken growled, storming past the insane man, leaving I-no and the doctor in her wake. Faust watched her as she stomped towards her room. “She changed her own diaper!” he exclaimed proudly. “Poorly~” I-no interjected. “It was her first!” he continued, refusing to be discouraged. Arriving in her room she slammed the door shut. The resounding crack causing her to jump at the unexpected volume, losing a spurt of liquid into her diaper. Baiken tossed herself into her bed, burying her face in her pillow and slamming her fist into the mattress. It wasn’t fair, none of it was fair! She smashed her fist down again letting out her rage. Punching the plush mattress didn’t help. She lay there wallowing in self-pity for a while. Frustrated with Dr. Faust’s ridiculous method, angry with I-no for her unsightly advances, and most of all, frustrated with herself for continuing to have accidents. Towards the end of the evening there was a knock on the door. “Go away.” she growled. Faust ignored her and poked his bag-covered head in anyway. “Just checking to see if you need a change before bed.” he asked. She sat up on her bed and glared at him. “No.” she spat. Subtly working her hand between her thighs, her diaper told another story: soaked. “...yes” she said, the venom in her voice ebbing. “As long as it’s you and not that devil pervert.” she growled, tugging her kimono to the sides exposing the sodden diaper around her hips. He nodded, quickly changing the woman. There was a flurry of movement. She could hardly even follow his motions. The old diaper removed, she was quickly wiped down and before she could blink a fresh diaper was taped snugly around her hips. “There, all ready for bed.” Faust announced. Baiken exhaled, blowing stray pink hair from her face. “I’m not a child. I’m probably older than you.” she grumbled, turning over and flopping back down on her bed. “Of course, of course.” he responded, quickly departing. Her nightmares returned that evening. Gears haunted her sleep, That Man just two steps ahead of her blade, and his toy… I-no. Jets of hot urine continuously poured into her padding as she twitched and cowered in her dreams. Her final dream had her nearly defeated, cowering at I-no’s feet; deafened by the roaring crescendo of her guitar. With her sword shattered to pieces, she scrambled back from the woman. I-no sauntered towards her, swaying her hips seductively. “Is the little girl scared, going to potty in her pants~” she teased as she continued to step closer and closer. Baiken swallowed; as she clambered away from the woman she was leaving a trail of urine through her wraps. A wall appeared behind her impeding her escape. The stream of piss intensified, a golden arc spraying through her wrappings. The wet fabric clung to her vulva as the monster drew ever closer. The red leather clad woman loomed above her, eyes glowing menacingly. “I’m not going to kill you yet~” she whispered seductively. “We have plenty of time to play first~” she cooed. She quivered, feeling her anus go lax just as her bladder had. The sound of a moist, sticky bowel movement filled the air as her wraps filled with shit. Ropes lashed around her ankles and wrists, pulling her to a standing position. I-no yanked her kimono away with ease, tossing it over her shoulder. Baiken stood restrained in front of the dark haired woman still pooping her panties. “Oh, you did, you really did go potty in your pants~” I-no teased, thrusting her hand between the pink-haired woman’s legs and feeling the warm liquid running over her fingers. Baiken couldn’t stop herself; I-no’s touch was electric. She let out a guttural moan. “Oh… oh gods… don’t.. Don’t touch me like that.” Baiken protested, bucking her hips against I-no’s hand even as she objected. I-no giggled, pressing her fingers against the sopping wet fabric. Digging her fingertips against the woman’s cunt, I-no continued her assault. One hand groped her large breast, now hanging freely. “You’re such a little potty pants.” she teased, leaning forward and nibbling on her ear. “And you’re always going to be a little potty pants~” she continued, licking her ear as she worked her fingers through the fabric of her wraps and finding her target. Baiken moaned even louder. “I’m not… I’m not…” she whined, panting as I-no thrust her fingers deep inside her. Anything else she was going to say was lost in a surge of pleasure. She slumped against the restraints, quivering as I-no played with her chest and fingered her. “Tell me how good it feels, how you just love being a little potty pants~” I-no teased, digging her nails into the woman’s breast. Baiken shook her head, a tendril of drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. “You’ll admit it soon enough~” I-no whispered ominously. Her hand left the woman’s more than generous chest, finding a new target. Baiken shuddered, arching her back. It felt like she’d just sat in warm, thick, mud. The paste squished up her bottom, filling the space between her cheeks as I-no pressed her palm against her, flattening the bulge. “Just tell me you love it, and I’ll take you to heaven.” I-no whispered, groping the woman’s soiled bottom and squelching the barely contained mess within. “N...no I… oh… nnnng” she moaned again, pressing her forehead against I-no’s shoulder. “Oh fuck…. Fuck…” she growled, her hips rocking with every thrust of I-no’s hand. “That’s right, you’re my little potty pants, you’re my little potty pants~” Baiken snapped awake with a start, a cold sweat matting the hair to her forehead. “You’re my little potty pants~” she heard. Ice water flooded her veins. I-no, the viper, was coiled around her. Her hand was as it had been in the dream, kneading her large chest. Digging her fingers into her fleshy breasts, the sensation hurt, but it felt so good. I-no’s other hand was buried down the front of her pissy diaper, fingers thrusting deep inside her. All of a sudden it hit her; an overwhelming, mind shattering climax. She slumped over in the bed, arching her back as she writhed around. How long had it been since the last time… she couldn’t even remember. She opened her mouth to speak, to protest, to say anything, but all that came out was a jumbled mess of grunts, moans, and gasps. She could feel everything; the sodden padding of her night time diaper, the mushed load in the seat, the wet sheets she’d leaked into. All of it coming together as part of her first sexual release in quite a while. I-no purred in her ear, “Such a good girl~” Baiken lay helpless on the bed, her chest heaving with each passionate breath. I-no withdrew her hand from the woman’s diaper with a crude, wet noise. “I’ll tell Faust he has a very messy girl who needs changing~” she cooed, sauntering away from the woman before she could recover. Shutting the door behind her, she disappeared back into the night, leaving Baiken to wonder if she was still dreaming. An aftershock of pleasure rippled through her body, coaxing another moan from her lips. She couldn’t resist pressing her hand against the front of her diaper, moaning at the hot sensation provided by the urine soaked padding. “Oh… oh fuck…” she moaned under her breath before letting her hand fall away, revolted with herself. With I-no dealt with she lay there, frozen in the afterglow of the experience. What had just transpired…. That pervert! Baiken couldn’t believe that she’d actually cum. She gnashed her teeth with irritation; tomorrow she was going to make her pay. “Pervert, demon!” she shouted, sitting up with a wet squelch and feeling the mush squish against her. It oozed noticeably from the cuffs of the diaper. She pouted angrily until Faust showed up as I-no promised with a fresh diaper and a change of sheets. After that eventful rousing she managed to eke out a few more hours of sleep. Once again she woke to a sodden diaper and, fortunately, no I-no in sight. Staring up at the ceiling, she couldn’t even be sure it had happened. Maybe it had all been a disgusting, perverse dream… but it felt real. She shut her eyes and let herself fall back into the mattress. Baiken knew it wasn’t a dream, but she hoped it had been. At least this diaper hadn’t leaked; small victory… Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed she slowly pulled herself up. It was an almost pleasant sensation; the sodden diaper hanging between her hips, squishing warmly against her thighs. Leaving her room, kimono loosely hanging around her shoulders, she wandered off to find Faust for a diaper change. She must have wet recently. Taking a moment to press her fingers into the gel-like material between her legs she gauged the wetness… soaked. Of course she was soaked. Baiken cursed under her breath; why was she even bothering… A faint grumble from her stomach brought a grimace to her face. She needed to relieve herself like normal. Why bother holding it… she huffed and squatted in the middle of the hallway. Spreading her thighs wide she gave a quiet grunt, and with the faintest of effort a heavy, mushy weight filled the back of her diaper. The physical relief was fantastic, but moments after doing her dirty deed the proud woman was filled with shame. What was she thinking!? What kind of samurai willingly just messed herself like that? She slowly stood, chastising herself as she pressed her hand against the sagging bulge in the seat of her already soaked diaper. “uhg...” she moaned, a disgusted tone in her voice. She began the loaded walk of shame to go find Dr. Faust; hopefully I-no could be avoided. If she found her wandering the halls in a full diaper who knows what lewd things she might try. Fortunately, I-no was nowhere to be found. “Hopefully she died in her sleep.” Baiken said with a sneer. Walking into the changing room gave Baiken her answer. On the table lay I-no, a visibly soiled diaper taped around her hips. Faust looked up from his work, about to tear the tapes open. “Welcome, Ms. Baiken. I-no, you can change your own diaper. I’m going to assist Baiken with her diaper.” he said moving over to the second changing table, patting the top. I-no narrowed her eyes and huffed, clearly desiring the attention. “That’s not fair, I was here first!” she pouted playfully. “She has a genuine need of my services!” he countered sharply. Baiken could only think of the intentional mess she made as she waddled over to the changing table. “Alright, just get me cleaned up.” she growled, carefully lowering herself onto the table. “A “please” would be appreciated for all my hard work!” he said with faux indignation as he set to work. Once again, he did the task she had grown all too accustomed to. Baiken pouted on the table, folding her arm over her chest proudly while Faust toiled over the dirty work. “Oh goodness, look at how messy you are, Baiken~” I-no cooed, having rolled onto her side so she could watch the proceedings unfold. “I’m jealous, I want to change her again!” she huffed. Faust bent over backwards, staring at the woman. “Ms. Baiken has clearly expressed her distaste for that, and I can’t say that I blame her!” he said, rejecting her request. Baiken breathed a sigh of relief when Faust denied I-no another chance to be lewd with her… Wipe by wipe she slowly felt her backside become clean. One advantage to having squatted and deliberately soiled herself was that it hadn’t squished all over her skin. With minimal fuss, a fresh diaper was placed under her muscular hips, and a rain of powder signified the end of her change before he taped the diaper shut. “All done, but if you wouldn’t mind, please wait until I-no is finished with her change.” he asked politely. Baiken frowned; she wanted nothing to do with that witch! “Must I?” she growled. “You must!” Faust responded enthusiastically. I-no had hopped up from the table, apparently having changed herself already. “Oh, I’m done~” she said, with a wink directed towards Baiken. “It’s a shame I didn’t have your strong hands helping me, Baiken~” she flirted. Dr. Faust rubbed the bag covering his head in frustration. “What on earth am I going to do with you two...” he said with a sigh. “Don’t lump me in with her!” Baiken protested. I-no giggled like a schoolgirl. “I don’t know, you make plenty of lumps yourself~” she teased. Baiken’s cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. “Shut up!” she hissed angrily. “Calm yourselves! I won’t tolerate fighting!” he cried, standing between them. “I have a task for you both before class today.” Baiken blinked. “I’m listening….” she said cautiously. “Yes, a wonderful task!” Faust concluded with more excitement than necessary. “One of great importance as well.” he added. Baiken was skeptical, while I-no simply looked amused. “I don’t know how you expect me to accomplish anything with this pervert hounding me.” Baiken growled, shooting a glare at I-no. “Consider it a test! Yes, a test…of teamwork!” he improvised. “I’ve been running low on medical supplies. One of my distributors had their last shipment intercepted. Critical that I have it! It was another order of your protective garments.” Baiken twitched in irritation while I-no’s eyes shone with glee. My contact said the bandits were…Oh, where were they?” he asked, scratching his head. Opening his jacket he pulled out a map, slamming it down on the table. “Ahh, yes.” he paused, pointing his finger to a small set of caves. “Here. Not too far, only a couple miles from town.” Surely the monster of a man could handle it himself, but Baiken licked her lips. Finally, the chance for violence, enough to sate her desire to unleash her frustration. No more splitting logs in the courtyard. “Oh, and before I forget, here’s your sword.” he said, rummaging around in his coat before retrieving the finely crafted blade. “and here’s your guitar.” he said, repeating the process, this time retrieving I-no’s deadly teal guitar, handing each of them their respective weapons. “Probably best that you’re out today; I have a new client.” he said dismissively. I-no’s eyes glittered for a moment, Baiken just shrugged. “and before I forget a second time….” he chuckled as he handed Baiken her satchel. “I packed you both a diaper bag with plenty of spares.” “Ohhh, how thoughtful~” I-no said graciously, Baiken simply scoffed. “Have some food, and off you go.” he said, gesturing to the door, shooing them away. I-no ran her fingers up the fretboard briefly playing a fast scale. Baiken pulled the sword part way from its sheath, letting it slide back in when she was satisfied. No sooner had they left the room, Faust’s full nine-foot form loomed menacingly behind them. His paper bag looked even more ominous than usual. “and no fighting between you two. I’ll know.” he promised ominously. Both women felt a dribble of urine spurt into their padding. Baiken couldn’t be more eager to get out. I-no simply tagged along behind her, every so often making flirtatious advances which Baiken quickly shot down. The walk had taken its toll on Baiken’s diaper. After the hour and a half long trek she could start to feel a rash forming; the result of multiple accidents of varying severity. A gentle breeze had wafted through a nearby field of flowers, carrying with it a heavy dusting of pollen. The resulting sneezing fit had left the pink- haired woman gushing piss into her diaper with every convulsion. The very same breeze had knocked loose a boulder from a nearby cliffside, and the thunderous crash of falling rocks nearby had caused her to lose all bladder control, noisily flooding her diaper in front of I-no, who simply watched with a predatory smile. The sudden noises had also coaxed a small muddy lump into her diaper as well. Later, a deer had sprung into the path, once again startling the woman; the lump in her diaper swelled considerably after that. The final indignity occurred when, passing by a glassy pond, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection. Thinking it an ambush, she emptied the rest of her bowels in fright. “They’re just beyond that tree line.” I-no mused, peering out from behind a thick oak. “I think we should change before attacking.” I-no announced. Baiken frowned “I’m fine.” she lied. I-no folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. “No you’re not, I can smell your dirty diaper from here~!” she teased. ”If it was anyone but you, I would.” she growled. I-no simply shrugged “we have a mission to complete.” she continued. “No funny business, I promise~” she said with a smirk. Baiken shifted from foot to foot, judging the state of her diaper.” “Fine”, she acquiesced. “I don’t hear anyone around, just… get it over with quickly.” Baiken growled, quickly lowering herself onto the ground. An errant branch caught the cuff of her kimono, pulling open the top as she lowered herself. With a surprised yelp she felt her buxom chest pop out of her clothing, giving I-no quite the sight. “Oh my, and I thought you didn’t want any funny business~” I-no teased as she rummaged in Baiken’s satchel, retrieving the supplies and a fresh diaper for the woman. As she lay there she could see under I-no’s short crimson skirt. The diaper she’d changed into was clearly wet, yellowed between her legs. “You’re wet too!” Baiken exclaimed. The black haired woman snickered. “I know that, I’ve been piddling into my diaper the whole way.” she said with a moan, “Keeping it nice and warm.” she continued before cleaning up after the incontinent woman. “Pervert.” Baiken accused. I-no simply smirked. “Better a pervert than a grown woman who can’t hold her water~” she countered. Baiken mumbled something unintelligible under her breath before going quiet. With her and I-no both changed they were ready. “Fortissimo~” I-no shouted as she practically flew into battle riding her teal guitar. Deafening music poured forth as she plunged forward without a second thought. Baiken sprinted after her, cursing under her breath. Leaping into battle, her sword leapt from its sheath, running a charging robber through with a spray of blood. Disorganized, unprepared, outmatched. They hardly stood a chance against the two women. I-no’s less than traditional method of combat and Baiken’s superior swordsmanship cut through the bandits in no time flat. A few close calls had left Baiken’s diaper moist between her legs. “What’s that ruckus all about!?” a large figure emerged from the cave, shouting in surprise. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” he roared, stomping towards I-no. Unlike his grunts it seemed he’d provide more of a challenge. “What do you think we’re doing!” Baiken shot back, equally bad tempered. He hefted a large axe in his hands and swung it square at I-no’s neck. She ducked, her tall hat narrowly avoiding being cleaved in half by the blow. Sliding forward, her hands glowed with the magic of sound as she moved to strike. Before she could counterattack the butt of the axe sent her flying back into a nearby tree. Rubbing her head she adjusted her hat, glowering at the man who was laughing at the sight of her skirt having ridden up. Her anger subsided into a moan of pleasure as she felt her padding growing sodden between her legs. A genuine moment of fright. She shuddered with enjoyment, pressing her hand against the yellowed garment and squishing it against her flesh. “Oooh~” she moaned, if only this were the time for such things. Baiken quickly closed the distance, hurling her chain hook at him. He caught the hook with the handle of his axe, catching her off guard with the maneuver. Baiken yelped in surprise as she stumbled forward. His fist caught her in the gut with a heavy whump. The painful immpact drove the breath from her lungs and left her diaper heavy around her hips. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was dimly aware of a poopy mess pressing against her cheeks and an uncontrollable stream of piss gushing into her diaper. He wrinkled his nose as the smell immediately assaulted his senses. “Uhg, disgusting little brat!” he spat as she hunched over in front of him clutching her stomach. She grunted in pain, trembling as she forced another squishy lump into her diaper. He swung his fist again, though this time she narrowly managed to avoid it. Stumbling backwards, her kimono caught on a branch, sending her falling onto her bottom with a loud squelch. Baiken retched in disgust, feeling the warm mush rising up her bottom and threatening to spill out over the top of the waistband. Perhaps even worse was the guffawing from the bandit leader as he got a good look at the thick, well used diaper around her hips. “You, wearing diapers?” he laughed again, spitting on the ground. “Those supplies must have been for a pissy little girl like you then.” he growled, advancing on her. Her cheeks were crimson with embarrassment. A crescendo of noise exploded as I-no reappeared behind him, cracking the man over the back of the head. He staggered forward, dazed from the strike, and Baiken was on her feet in a flash. The tip of her blade erupted from his back with a spray of blood. He twitched for a moment as the life disappeared from his eyes before collapsing to the ground. Baiken whipped the blood from her blade placing it back in her sheath glaring at I-no. Grabbing the woman by the neck, she shoved her back against a tree. The distracted glow she’d been encompassed by whilst enjoying the feelings of her soggy diaper disappeared as the pink haired woman assailed her. She squirmed, choking for breath as Baiken’s fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her neck. “I should kill you for what you did to me.” she spat, squeezing a little harder. I-no flailed frantically. She wheezed, desperately trying to inhale. There was a familiar noise, Baiken could hear it. A wet crackling, popping, squishing noise. The raven-haired woman was soiling herself. This was a genuine accident in her diaper; there wasn’t any acting here. Baiken smirked, satisfied with herself. Relinquishing her grip she let I-no fall to her knees as she inhaled deeply. The glimpse of terror on her face had been a satisfying revenge. “Come on, let’s get the supplies and go.” she growled, marching towards the cave. From behind her she could hear I-no moaning loudly, the crinkling of a wet diaper being rubbed audible. “Ooooh, such a dirty girl. You made me poop my diaper~” she cried lustfully. Baiken twitched with irritation at her enjoyment of the situation. “Just get over here!” she snapped. I-no giggled seductively as she moved to assist the pink-haired woman, unable to resist making comments about the state of their dirty diapers. It was a long trek back, and with all the supplies it was slow going. Baiken refused to let I-no change her diaper, and I-no didn’t *want* to change out of her diaper, which made things even slower. By the time the pair had returned to Faust’s compound they’d completely missed class, which earned them a reprimand. Still, Faust was grateful that they had retrieved the supplies, late as they were. The reward was a long overdue change for them both. I-no considered it more of a punishment however. Baiken’s thighs were smeared brown, and having wet at least twice more on the walk home the sodden garment was far past its capacity. A warm bath was waiting in her future! Baiken excused herself, walking quickly to the bathroom where she could run herself a steaming hot bath. It felt good not to be confined in a diaper for the first time in a few days. Tossing her kimono aside, she slowly lowered herself into the water with a moan of relief. All her troubles seemed to melt away in the scalding water. She shut her eye, the steam making her sleepy. Sleep came unintentionally as she lounged in the tub. The sound of the door opening roused her with a start. The water between her legs yellowed for a moment as she looked up in surprise. A woman with lengthy blond hair stepped into the room, freezing when she saw Baiken in the tub. She stared for a moment, a nearly imperceptible blush coloring her cheeks. “…Sorry.” she murmured before Baiken growled at her. “Out… now.” she snapped. From her low position in the tub she could see up the intruders skirt. The leggings hid little. She too was wearing... something. The gusset appeared slightly swollen. It wasn't one of the comically large diapers Baiken was made to wear, but it wasn't panties. She left as suddenly as she appeared, and once more Baiken was left to her thoughts. Some hours later, Baiken finally returned to her room. A fresh diaper waited for her on her bed. She sneered at it. What a mockery, she’d dealt with that bandit just fine. Things would have gone even better if I-no hadn’t charged in without a thought! She grabbed it and hurled the garment across the room with a huff. Unfolding midair, it hit the wall with a gentle crinkle; not at all satisfying. Reminiscing on the past couple of days she found herself growing angrier and angrier. “What a joke!” she growled, knowing what she had to do. I-no had clearly snapped, and would be no help in finding That Man. This was all just a superfluous distraction; she would deal with her problems her way! Using her sword, she cut a long strip of cloth from the bed sheets, wrapping it tightly around her hips. “Much better.” she said proudly as she gathered her belongings. Escape was a simple matter. Out the window, slide down the roofing tiles and… she paused on the edge of the roof. Her ears twitched. Faint moans echoed through the thin walls. It must have been coming from I-no’s room… that perverted witch. She bit her lip, reminded of the feeling of I-no’s hand plunged down the front of her diaper. It made her knees go weak for a moment. No… she wasn’t a perverted wretch like her! She jumped from the edge of the roof, landing softly. Gravity worked against her, causing a spurt to dampen her makeshift undergarments. Setting out into the night, she vowed that she would improve without Faust’s help, even as a glittering rivulet ran down her thigh. She’d show him and that witch and whoever that blonde woman was!
  20. Korean move fear wetting View File I couldn't upload it in the thread so I'll put it here. Wetting occurs sometime around the 40min point. Submitter liesjeversteven Submitted 06/09/2019 Category Peeing
  21. Part one available here. Amber had lost her bet with Madison and would now have to finish playing the VR horror game that Madison had started. Madison was currently showering, and Amber was trying to figure out how she could play the game without wetting herself like Madison had. Amber had been drinking, she was terrible with horror games, and she wasn't allowed to take breaks. An accident was inevitable, but an idea popped into her head. If she couldn't prevent an accident, maybe she could hide one. She headed to her little sister's room. Amber's sister had a bedwetting problem, so Amber knew she would have a stash of diapers in her room. Amber found a box of purple, princess-adorned, training pants in her sister's closet. She removed her leggings and slipped one on. It was made for children, but fortunately, due to Amber's small frame, it was only a little tight on her. Amber's leggings wouldn't hide the training pants, so she rushed to her room and put on a pair of white sweatpants. Minutes later, Madison came in. "I put my clothes in the washer. Hope that's okay." "Yeah, it's fine." "It's a good thing your family's out of the house." "Yeah, no kidding." "Alright, enough chitchat. Put the headset on. You've got a maze to get through." "You said there's only two hours left, right?" "Yeah, I played three, and it's supposed to take five total." Amber tried to move quickly through the game, but she wasn't doing a great job. An hour in, she had to pee. She didn't want to use the training pants, but she also didn't want Madison to see that she needed to pee. Madison would probably be suspicious if Amber looked desperate and then suddenly did not. While thinking about whether she should hold it or not, she turned a corner and was greeted by a terrifying ghost and a loud scream. She shrieked and soaked the padding between her legs. "Madison?" she said quietly after she was done. No answer. Amber reached down and gently touched her crotch, as if to check if she had really wet herself. The wet material pushed against her skin. She shuddered and quickly moved her hand away. "Madison, are you there?" "Yeah, what?" "I called your name. You didn't answer." "I had your headphones on. I was listening to music. I kinda zoned out." "Oh, okay." Amber was filled with relief. If Madison hadn't been listening to music, she would have definitely heard Amber wetting herself. Amber had been playing for two and a half hours now. "I thought you said this game was five hours?" "It's probably taking longer because I was going so slow." "Wow, thanks." "Should've let me pee." "Should've learned how to hold it." Forty-five minutes after that, Amber had to pee again. She was certain the training pants couldn't hold any more liquid, but she was getting close to the end of the game. All she needed to do was escape the spooky maze without peeing again, and she would retain the right to tease Madison. A short time later, Amber was out of the maze. "I did it! I'm out!" "Really?" "Yeah, I think it's ov—" It was almost over. Amber had escaped the maze, but the game had one more scare before it ended. Madison saw Amber jump and scream. Then she heard something else. "What's that noise?" Wet streaks ran down Amber's white sweatpants. "Oh my god! You're peeing! Why does it sound like…wait a minute." Madison grabbed the sides of Amber's sweatpants and yanked them down. Amber gasped and quickly scrambled to pull her pants back up, urine still running down her legs. She was having difficulty due to the controllers strapped to her hands. "Is that a diaper?!" Madison was laughing hysterically. Amber unstrapped the controllers, pulled her pants up, and removed her headset. She had stopped peeing. "It's not a diaper!" "It had princesses on it!" Madison was still laughing. "It's regular underwear. I was just wearing an old pair from when I was a kid." "I know a diaper when I see one. I can't believe you made fun of me when you were wearing a diaper!" "It wasn't a diaper. You're so drunk you're probably hallucinating." "Pull your pants down, then. Prove it." Madison crossed her arms. "No!" "You saw me in a thong!" "I don't care. I'm going to the bathroom." Amber walked to the door, but Madison quickly moved in front of it. "Move." "Pull your pants down." "I already wet myself. Isn’t that good enough?" Madison didn't respond. "You want me to come at you? With my wet pants?" "If you do, I'll pull them down. Again." They stared at each for a few seconds. "Look," Madison said. "I'm not going to judge. I peed myself playing this game. I kinda wish I had been wearing a diaper. But you made fun of me, so I get to make fun of you." Amber was hesitant. "You know I love you, and I won't tell anyone. It's just like when you were laughing at me. You weren't being mean. You were just teasing me." Amber sighed. "Okay, fine." She dropped her sweatpants to her ankles. "Happy?" Madison grinned. "That looks like a diaper to me." "Can I go to the bathroom now?" "Aww, did little Amber wet her diapee?" Amber blushed before retaliating. "You wanna change me?" "Ew! No, go to the bathroom." Madison stepped aside. Amber stepped out of her sweatpants and went to clean up. Both of them tried to forget that a video game had made them wet themselves.
  22. Amber and Madison were babies when it came to horror games, but they each loved watching the other play them. Amber had recently bought a VR headset and controllers, and the girls were itching to play the newly released Terrifying Turns, which puts players into a horror-filled maze. They agreed that Madison would play first on one condition: if she could play for three hours without stopping, Amber would have to finish the game. If Madison couldn't play three hours without stopping, she would have to finish the game. Madison arrived at Amber's house dressed comfortably, wearing a loose white t-shirt and dark gray leggings. She had brought a bottle of vodka with her. She thought the game would be easier to handle drunk. The girls headed to Amber's room. After a few shots, Madison began the game. Amber started a timer. Half an hour in, Madison was already terrified. Amber was sitting back in her desk chair, drinking and loving the sight of her friend twisting, turning, and shrieking. "I'm getting a great view of your nice bubble butt from here." "Jealous?" "Maybe." "Well quit staring and bring me another shot." Amber poured a shot of vodka for Madison. "You're going to have to feed it to me. I don't want to unstrap these controllers from my hands." Amber tipped the vodka into Madison's mouth. "You better be careful," Amber said. "Too much liquid and you'll have to pee." "Yeah, I already gotta go a little, but I can hold it. How much longer I got?" "Two and a half hours." "What?! It hasn't even been an hour?!" Amber laughed. "You're free to take a break. You'll just have to finish the game." "No way." Madison had been playing for an hour and half and was fidgeting slightly. She asked for another shot. "Are you serious?" "Just a little one." "I don't want you peeing on my floor." "Oh my god. I'm a big girl, Ambi. I can hold it." Ambi was thinking about it. "Come on," Madison begged. "I can't play this sober." "You're not sober." "Pleeeeeease." Amber conceded and tipped more vodka into Madison's mouth. Half an hour later, Madison's desperation was obvious. Her thighs were pressed together and she was avoiding any unnecessary movement. "How much longer?" "An hour." "You're joking." "You can check your play time yourself." Madison checked. "Fuck." "Yep, and actually, I've gotta go to the bathroom." Amber left the room to pee. Madison screamed when she returned. "You just scared the shit out of me! Do you have open doors so loud?!" She was pressing her hands, and the VR controllers, into her crotch. "Quiet down," Amber told her. "And you should've said that I scared the piss out of you. " "Very funny." "Because it looks like you're about to piss yourself." "I get it." Amber picked up the vodka bottle and began slowly pouring it into a glass. Madison pressed her thighs together tightly. "Amber. Stop. You're going to make me pee." "Just quit and go the bathroom." "No, I hate this game. I'm not playing it any more than I have to." Madison slowly progressed through the game. She suddenly pressed her hands to her crotch. "You okay?" Amber asked. "How much longer?" "Five minutes." "Really?" "No, twenty-five." "You're lying." Madison checked her play time. "Fuck!" Amber went to the bathroom again. When she returned, she intentionally opened her bedroom door loudly. She heard a gasp and then a squeal. "You good?" Amber asked. "I'm fine," Madison replied, sounding annoyed. Amber sat down in her chair and saw a thin dark line on Madison's leggings. "Oh my god! You leaked!" "Shut up." Amber laughed, but she was also a little nervous. Madison was close to hitting three hours of play time. The timer went off. The noise spooked Madison, and Amber saw more pee trickle down her thigh. The sight of Madison leaking into her leggings was a small consolation for losing the bet. Madison was breathing quickly and rushing to get the controllers off of her hands. She was reaching for the headset when she suddenly thrust her hands into her crotch and started muttering, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She took about twenty seconds to recover, but she was now confident she could make it to the bathroom in time. Unfortunately, she hadn't paused the game. Something jumped out at her before she could remove the headset. She screamed and threw the VR device onto Amber's bed. Her bladder released. Madison lifted her shirt above her waist to keep it from getting wet. Amber watched as a large wet spot formed on the bubble butt that she was admiring earlier. Madison felt warm pee running down her legs and looked down in disbelief. She then let out a long sigh. After her bladder was empty, Amber began cackling, and Madison was immediately embarrassed. "I'm going to go clean up," she said. She walked to the bathroom, cringing as her wet leggings rubbed against her skin. Madison struggled to remove her leggings in the bathroom. After they were off, she removed the pink thong she'd been wearing underneath. She needed a shower, but she didn't have any clothes to change into. She put her thong back on, and the dampness made her shudder. She left the bathroom. She was less embarrassed now, remembering that she had won her bet with Amber. Amber was scrubbing her carpet. She didn't mind cleaning up Madison's mess. She figured peeing yourself in front of someone was punishment enough. "Hey, can I borrow some clothes?" Madison called from the doorway. Amber turned her head and began laughing. Madison crossed her arms and tried to hide her embarrassment. "Keep laughing. Don't forget that you have to finish the game." "Cute thong!" Amber said in between laughs. "It's a shame you got pee all over it!" "You're going to be peeing yourself pretty soon." Amber stopped laughing. "What? No, I'm not. I get breaks." "I heard the game's only like five hours long. You can look it up. I played without breaks for three hours. You can handle two." "Fine. Go take a shower. I'll put some clothes outside the bathroom door." Madison turned and walked back to the bathroom. She pulled her shirt down over her bottom after she heard Amber giggling. Amber put some clothes outside of the bathroom door and went to another bathroom to pee. She was worried about playing the final two hours of Terrifying Turns. She had been sipping vodka while Madison was playing, and she was pretty sure she couldn't go two hours without having to pee. She was also pretty sure that the game became scarier as you progressed. She wasn't sure she could finish the game without her own embarrassing accident.
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