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  1. (Note: This story has multiple endings.) I was just waking up when my alarm clock went off. I hit the snooze button, only to hear the radio go off IN MY EAR. Annoyed, I unplugged it and plugged it back up. Thankfully, I remembered to put a battery in it to keep track of time. But enough about my clock; I need to get something to eat. I walked into the kitchen, just when I remembered there there wasn't anything to eat at all...well, at least not breakfast wise, so I went to the store to pick up a few things to eat, specifically some cereal, milk, and possibly cinnamon rolls. I was approaching the clerk, just as I saw my friend Irene come up to me from behind. "Nate!" she shouted, almost knocking me down by tackling me with a hug. "What's up?" "Nothing much," I replied, being distracted by both her messy red hair and the register. I quickly paid for my things and left outside, with her taking a ride in the cart. Yes, the has that young of a heart. I take her straight to the cart stand to put the cart away. Then I (literally) pick her up out of the cart and placed her on her feet (on the ground, of course). As I take my things out of the cart, she asks me the most out-of-the-blue question I have ever heard. "Can I go to your house? I'm really hungry." I couldn't help but put a palm to my face, because I'm pretty sure that her house is loaded with food when her mom went shopping the other day for the storm that hit us yesterday. Also, she just got from the store with a bag full of junk food. "Oh, by the way, I gotta pee." ...That was a different story. We quickly ran to my house, which actually wasn't very far away from the store, in hope that Irene could make it to the toilet in time. When we stopped halfway there, I almost thought she had wet herself. But it turned out to be just a false alarm. "Nate?" she asks, getting my attention. "Do you want to know to know something?" "Why, yes. What is it?" "To tell the truth, I don't just have to pee. I gotta poop, too." "Well, this is wonderful." "Well, I really wouldn't mind going in public." Irene knew of my fetish for girls peeing and pooping. She sighs in attempt to play around, but in truth, she's desperately trying to hold it. Then, I ask her a question that I thought I would never ask a girl in person. "If we can't make it, would you probably go behind a bush or a garbage can?" "Of course!" It seemed to be getting to that point now, as Irene was now holding one hand at her privates and another at her butt. I was beginning to think I might just get my wish sooner than expected, as I approach my house and reach for my keys. Then I suddenly noticed that she had wolfed down her snacks along the way, which had probably influenced the pressure on both her bladder and her bowels. I will bet that she's thinking about just letting it all go. Ending 1: Ending 2: Ending 3:
  2. melikai

    Nerdy girlfriend

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    "Oh Babe I am not feeling that great I think it might of been something that I ate. I wonder if was that food truck I ate at earlier. Oww my stomach hurts so bad. Oh no I have to go I have to go now! Oh no Oh no Babe don't look don't look please do'nt look." Release a huge load of brownie. "l know I am brownie my new panties. Ooo there almost full. I knew I shouldn’t of ate there. Oh and I now I need to pee. Well I might as well just go in my panties since they are messy anyways. I am sorry babe I didn’t want to do that in front of you. Do you think you could clean all this up pretty please"

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  3. Chapter I: The Brown Scourge It had been a whole day, and finally, the moment you were dreading had finally come. You stare at the object, taking it in with an unexplainable, irrational fear. A small wooden box, almost immaculate in design, atop it was a small circular hole and beside it a rack with a roll of white paper dangling down. You looked on, taking in the sight as if it was too distant from you. Putting a hand on your belly, you look down into the white porcelain of the sink and sigh. The toilet. You were looking at the toilet. Though to divert any suspicion you were gazing through the reflection of the mirror over the sink. Why was it when the time came for you to make your first “drop” you were so shy? Right now, you felt fear slithering through your whole body, keeping you planted to the ground. Any thought of moving closer to the toilet gave you a surge of uncertainty that left you returning to admiring it through the mirror. This wasn’t the first time this problem had plagued you. Down south, you had this issue too. Though that had ended worse than you could’ve imagined. Too scared to void your bowels in the privy of the tavern you were staying in, you’d ignored your need and gone about doing your work during the day… until you were struck by a rather impatient snake rearing it’s sloppy head from between your cheeks. It hadn’t ended well, and even now your cheeks are set aflame at the thought of you squatting down in those bushes, straining and uncoiling a brown squidgy log onto the dirt beneath you. There is a pain in your stomach like a swift kick. Your guts tighten up and the pain rushes down south. Something hard and murky starts pushing against your rear, giving you a brief but blunt warning of what would soon happen if you stayed here. Grimacing, you wrap your hand around your stomach. “Uhh… “I ate too much…” You say regretfully, thinking of all that food you had shoveled down in the dining hall. A little bit of everything, some mash, battered puddings, stew, meat, and all washed down with piping mug of tea. As you clench your stomach tighter, feeling your knot quiver under the weight pushing down from your gut, you regret it, every bite of it. “I can’t just stand here.” You say to yourself. “It’s fine.” You take a deep breath and stand up straight. “I’m going to have to do it sometime.” Mustering your courage, you turn around and face the toilet, the object of desire… and fear. “It’s fine. I just need to do it quick and nobody will know.” You take your first step forward, preparing to make a dash into the privy, hands poised at the front of your shorts ready to unbutton them the second the privy door slams closed. You take another confident step forward when the lavatory door creaks open behind you. “Eep!” Like a scared mouse, you turn away from the privy and retreat. You face the mirror again and pretend to fix your hair, brushing aside your bangs and sweeping your green locks. Hopefully they would just ignore you, do their business quickly and leave. Out the corner of the mirror, you spy a smiling face. “Morning, Shibo.” “Gah!” You spin around, caught off guard like you’d been ambushed by a giant spider and nearly trip over. You grab the sink to steady yourself and glance up. It’s Ledley with her long brown hair brushed and swept behind her shoulders. Under her arm she’s carrying a book. “Ledley!” You say, surprised, you clamber to straighten up and push your hands behind your back. “W-What are you doing here?” She looks at you, tilting her head. “This is the privy, right? What do you think I’m here to do?” She pats her belly softly. Out of the corner of the mirror, you watch Ledley as she struts into a privy. As the door creaks closed, you are taunted by her as she undoes her trousers. From in the stall you hear Ledley humming a song, followed by a soft sigh accompanied by a creak of wood. “Uggh…” You whimper, grasping your stomach. If you hadn’t spent all that time oogling the privy and instead just used it, you could’ve avoided this. But now Ledley was here, and as usual your nerves were getting the better of you. Brushing aside your fringe, you look into the mirror sternly. This was something you’d have to get used to, there was no shame in it. What did it matter? Ledley was right beside you doing the same thing without any shame. You clench your fist and look behind at you, at the wooden privy waiting. What do you wish to do? >Use the privy >Hold it until Ledley leaves
  4. View File Nerdy girlfriend "Oh Babe I am not feeling that great I think it might of been something that I ate. I wonder if was that food truck I ate at earlier. Oww my stomach hurts so bad. Oh no I have to go I have to go now! Oh no Oh no Babe don't look don't look please do'nt look." Release a huge load of brownie. "l know I am brownie my new panties. Ooo there almost full. I knew I shouldn’t of ate there. Oh and I now I need to pee. Well I might as well just go in my panties since they are messy anyways. I am sorry babe I didn’t want to do that in front of you. Do you think you could clean all this up pretty please" Submitter melikai Submitted 07/20/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Panties/Undies  
  5. This morning I woke up needing to pee. Not really bad, but enough that I got it in my head to hold my morning pee. I started it off by finishing the water bottle that I'd started the night before (it's a 1L reusable nalgene bottle). I refilled the bottle and then went about making my breakfast, waking up slowly as I did so, and sipping on the water. For breakfast I had oatmeal, a few hardboiled eggs, and of course a cup of coffee. I'm not human until I have coffee in the morning, but it definitely makes me have to poop. By the time I'd finished breakfast and the first liter of water, I was definitely feeling a need on both sides. Even though at that point it had been over ten hours since I'd peed, I was surprised to realize that by need to poop was much greater than my need to pee. I sat there for a while, working some and chatting on an omorashi-themed discord. Two hours after I'd woken up I started a second liter of water, and when I got up to refill it I really felt the urgency in my bowels. When I started the third liter of water, things were getting bad. I had to poo so badly I couldn't even tell what was going on with my bladder. My belly was distended but I really didn't know what was what. All I knew was that I was getting successively greater waves of need to poop. I'd get up to give my cat some food or put dishes in the sink, and I'd find myself breathing heavily and having to keep stopping what I was doing to concentrate on holding it. I finished my water bottle at about 1:30, three hours and change since I'd gotten up. At that point I got up to do my dishes, and as I was walking to the kitchen I was surprised by the feeling on my anus opening ever so slightly and a little ball of poo squeezing its way into my pants. I couldn't believe it. This has never happened before, an actual messing accident. I stood there blinking in shock, and suddenly felt the need to dance in desperation. I waddled all over the apartment trying to contain the mess that was trying to force its way out. Finally I thought I'd regained control and went back to the sink to do dishes. Things went find for a while, but at some point I leaned over to put something away and more mess forced its way out of me. I had to stop again and gain control, but no sooner did I start back at the dishes but an even bigger lump came out. By the time I finished the dishes I had a small but significant load in my pants. At this point I started limping around, trying to hold it, and periodically failing. At one point I tried walking the length of my apartment as if I were walking normally (instead of hobbling around) and boy was that a mistake! With every step more poop oozed out, completely out of my control. There wasn't much I could do by then. Walking, standing still, bouncing around, standing up straight, doubling over. No matter what I would have more mess in my pants every thirty seconds or so. I had resolved to hold until 2, and at 1:52, I went back to the sink to wash the last thing I had left, a metal straw that needed to be washed with a pipe cleaner. I turned on the water, got out the pipe cleaner, and tried to drip some dish soap down the straw, only to find my control slipping completely. A load pushed its way into my underwear no matter how hard I tried to hold it back. Finally I went into the bathroom and got in the tub. I was surprised, as I stepped over the tub's edge, to lose, not more poop, but a nice big squirt of piss. I'd been so focused on my messing that I'd completely forgotten about the extremely full bladder I obviously had from 3L of water a a cup of coffee. I lay down in the tub and felt my load squish underneath me. Lying there, my need to pee reared its head with a vengeance. I finally relaxed and flooded my sweatpants with piss. As the floodgates opened I let myself relax further and a mountain of shit came rushing out, filling my underwear and overflowing the leg bands into my pants. It felt amazing, needless to say. Once I'd caught my breath, I gave another push and out came more piss and shit. It was as thorough a mess as I've ever made. After it was all out I made myself come while lying in my mess, and then just lay there and relaxed for a few minutes before cleaning up. It was my first real poo accident! I've been doing this since I was a teenager but never have I had this experience before. Hope you got a little enjoyment out of it too!
  6. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

    "I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his shortness, speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 17. He is short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake
  7. I'm glad I was able to find all the documents for this. This is for the first chapter of the Guild Apprentice, an interactive I ran for ended recently. This version is a rewrite of the original interactive with some parts touched up because the early chapters didn't really age well. To the people who read the original interactive I hope you enjoy this, and I hope anybody new will enjoy this. Here is a link to GA: Part 2 which is currently ongoing: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/51233-the-guild-apprentice-part-2/?page=2 This will be getting updated every few days. Part I You are roused from a peaceful sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled in a silk cushion. “Uuu…” You sit up, waiting for the mugginess of a rude awakening to fade. “I must’ve nodded off before we’d left town.” You think, rubbing your eyes. It’s not surprising, you’d barely slept a wink last night, the excitement of today, as well as a somewhat lumpy tavern mattress had kept you awake for most of the night. The last thing you remember is hoisting your rucksack aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of the town gate. You must’ve nodded off before you were even out the gate. Inching yourself toward the carriage window, you peer out to get a look at your surroundings. The sun is high, peeking over the tall oak trees along the trail. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept the entire journey. As you stretch out your arms and yawn, you look around your carriage; it’s a basic oak compartment. Easy on the eyes and even easier on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large curtain the runs the length of the whole compartment. Beneath your seat is a small nook to store your belongings, but for the journey you felt comfortable keeping your rucksack by your side. In your weary-eyed state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before nodding off. Sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in a warm welcoming glow. You rub the sleep from your eyes and lean over your seat to take a glance through the carriage window. It’s a beautiful summer day in the Midlands without a cloud in the sky, birds are chirping and a light breeze is blowing through the forest, rustling the leaves. You huff, regretting that you didn’t walk the trail now. It was the perfect day for it. You lean over, reaching for your rucksack when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. Looking down, you see it’s a small ornate hand mirror tucked under the seat. You bend down and pick it up. “Strange, I don’t remember packing this.” You mumble to yourself as you raise the hand mirror to your face. How on earth did it get in your carriage? Perhaps a noble was to use this carriage and had forgotten it? There was no chance of that, no noble would be riding in such a shoddy carriage, even the thought makes you laugh. Regardless, you decide now is a good time to check yourself over. You want to look your best after all. Gazing into the mirror, you quickly check yourself over, sweeping your hair, wiping the drool from your mouth, the usual fare for when you’d faceplant a pillow and fall asleep. Your name is Shibo Kenshiko, an aspiring mage of House Kenshiko, a magi family who hold high rank among the noble families of Orientia. Being a girl of plain appearance, the noble roots of your family did not shine through too well. Nothing in particular stood out about your looks, though you liked to think you were cuter than most girls. The recent weeks in the sun had given your skin a healthy tan, your eyes were curved and as light as the blue sky and you seldom smiled. You had long green coloured hair that would normally reach down to your shoulders, but you were fond of keeping it contained in a long ponytail. Your outfit too lacked any air of nobility, though it did not stand out much among the people of the cities. It was quite fitting with your appearance; a simple white blouse that was far too big for you. Sadly, it was all the tailor had in stock when you needed some garments and you couldn’t afford to be too picky. It stretched down to your knees and was nearly long enough to be a dress. Along with your blouse, you wore a pair of green baggy shorts, and a pair of black tights along with a pair of leather boots that could certainly use a shine. “I look fine.” You comment to yourself, smiling. You run a hand over your green hair and hold the mirror out to get a better look at your figure. Your clothes concealed your curves well, giving you an almost blocky figure. That was for the best. You were modest in your womanly assets; you breasts were fair and the same could be said for your backside; like a firm, well-rounded peach. Your hips had the honor of being your least modest feature; they were slightly wider than average and often it made you feel a tad… pear shaped, but you thought little of it. Finally finished, and giving yourself a soft smile, you sit the mirror down by your side. As you do that, you notice, sticking out of your satchel, a piece of rolled up paper. That was your letter of acceptance to Fort Victoria, the capital fort of Eseriths Fighting Guild. You pull the parchment from your satchel and unroll it. On the parchment is the sigil of the Eserith Fighters Guild; two longswords crossed in front of a silver kite shield. Running across the bottom of the sigil is a banner reading the words “Always Willing. Always Ready. The famous motto. The parchment also bears your name: Shibo Kenshiko and a signature: R. Rodrin, the mentor of the site that had gotten you your Apprenticeship. Holding that letter close to you, you sit back in your seat and close your eyes. You fantasize about your new life with a Guild. “I’m going to be a Guildhand.” You whisper the words, letting them hang on your tongue. Just speaking them makes you grin with joy as you open your eyes and once again admire the letter in your hands. Those words filled you with glee now just as much as they had when you first spoke them. As you are sat there, letting dreams fill your head, you hear the squeaking wheels grow quiet. The horses whinny, their hooves trampling the mud and falling quiet too. The carriage grinds to a halt. That was odd, you weren’t expecting any stops until Guilden, and you certainly weren’t there yet. Quickly folding up the letter and stuffing it in your satchel, you go to see what the commotion is about. On your way past, you decide to take the hand mirror with you, but when you reach down to pick it up… you find it’s gone. “Strange…” You hoist your satchel over your shoulder and leave the carriage. The door of the carriage swings open and you are greeted with the warm sun on your brow and a warm breeze. You can hear the rushing water of a nearby creek. “Aye, calm yourselves!” The carriageman, an old balding man with a thick beard and heavy sleepless eyes, yells to his horses. His voice causes a robin to flee from the branch of a nearby oak. You step up beside one of the horses, comforting the nearest one with a gentle pat on the nose. There is a narrow river running through the forest. It’s not too deep, a few twigs and stones stick out above the waters surface. No, the real concern that is causing the horses such dismay is a tree which has tumbled down, taking the wooden bridge over the river down with it. “Oh, Miss Kenshiko.” The carriageman notices you beside the horse. He takes a wooden pipe from his pocket and sucks on it. “I’m afraid the carriage can’t go any further.” He says with a frown, the pipe hanging from his lips. You share his frown, but only for a moment. Then, you feel a great joy in being able to enjoy this beautiful day on foot. “I don’t mind.” You smile at the carriageman. “It’s too nice a day to be cooped up in a carriage.” You grasp the strap of your satchel with both hands and look ahead. “How much further is it to Guilden?” The carriageman takes a puff from his pipe, lets the smoke hang in his mouth, and exhales. “It should only be a half hour venture on foot, I reckon.” He stands up and points over the collapsed bridge. “Just follow the trail and you’ll come out on the hill overlookin’ the lake.” “Thank you.” You reach into your pocket and throw the carriageman his payment for ferrying you so far. “I wish you a good day, sir.” With your boots to the dirt, you prepare for the final quarter of your travel. You hop across a few stones by the bridge, leap across the river and follow the road deeper into the forest. It’s beautiful, almost tranquil. The sun shines through the trees, critters scamper around your feet, chirping and chattering before vanishing into the bushes. A soft summer wind blows over you, rustling your hair. You feel relaxed as you walk briskly through the tranquil stretch of forest. Roughly five minutes later, as you are walking along, surrounding yourself with the sights and sounds of the Riverren forest, you suddenly hear footsteps running toward you; stressful boots thumping against the dirt, closing in on you. “Hey! Wait up!” A voice calls out from behind, urging for your attention. It’s a young girl travelling alone who beckons for your attention. She looks far too innocent to be a thief or a brigand. She is quite short, almost half a head shorter than you, her eyes gaze widely like a child and her auburn hair looks like it was cut by a drunk with a blunt knife; it was short and only got longer and messier the nearer it got to her ears. But it’s her “unique” attire that catches your eyes. She’s wearing a long mage robe with the sleeves cut off near her elbows, and a messy white shirt that looked more like an artists canopy, splattered and stained with all matters of colours and patterns. A belt full of vials, all filled with unknown concoctions of various colours, as well as a leather bandolier of potions are wrapped over her robes, and the most eye-catching of her apparel - a large wooden barrel, almost twice her size is hoisted on her back like a satchel, held in place with two leather straps that she’s grasping. The barrel hisses and a burst of steam erupts from the top. You hear it gurgling like a hungry beast from within. The young girl, despite hoisting that gargantuan barrel, does not struggle to catch up with you. She stops when she gets by your side and catches her breath. Up close, you see just how short she truly is - her eyes just meet your breasts. That’s somewhat of an impressive feat, since you were not too tall yourself. The girl huffs and puffs, her red cheeks inflate and deflate, her chest heaves and she pants, desperate to swallow all the air she can. Finally, she manages to blurt out some words. “Y-y-you… you’re h-heading for Guilden… right?” She struggles to speak between bouts of heavy panting. Her ragged breathing and flat heaving chest make you think lewdly. You blush, and avert your gaze. “Aha! You are! I knew you were!” She gives you a toothy grin. “I see that letter in your backpack.” You didn’t feel the need to give a response now the girl knew. Instead, you nod. “Maybe you should put the barrel down for a moment?” You say. “Ha!” The girl grins, her teeth showing through her smile. “Good idea!” She lets go of the straps and the barrel collapses behind her, kicking up dry dirt. “Ahhh…” She bends down, leaps up and stands up straight, stretching out her arms as high as she can. “That’s better!” She throws a hand out in your direction. “My name is Muaki!” She introduces herself, offering you her hand, which you accept reluctantly. “You say the first part like a cow!” She demonstrates with a moo, completely forgetting she had just pronounced her name while introducing herself. “So it’s Mooo-aki!” She grins. “I’m an alchemist from Waverton! A pleasure to make your acquaintance!” Though reluctant, you still feel obliged to introduce yourself, though Muaki’s ecstatic nature makes you feel especially shy. Probably all that cheeriness. You were never that outgoing, especially around energetic people. “My name is Shibo.” You start with a nervous quiver. “Shibo Kenshiko.” “Kenshiko?” Muaki tilts her head like a confused puppy at the sound of your name. After a moment to herself, she snaps her fingers her eyes begin to glimmer. “Ah! You’re from Orientia!” She goes quiet again, muttering under her breath and giggling. “Sorry, I was just running your name through my head! It’s really fun to say! Shibo Kenshiko. Shibo Kenshiko. Shibo Kenshiko. You should give it a try!” “There’s no need for that.” You say playfully. “I hear it enough almost everyday.” “I bet you do!” Muaki does not catch on to the subtle snarkiness in your voice. “Shibo Kenshiko. Shbo. Kenshiko. It’s so fun to say!” She tenses up, scrunches her face, and clenches her fists with overwhelming glee that leaves her feeling giddy. After repeating your name a few more times, she finally gets bored of saying it. “Sorry, I’m just really excited about getting to Guilden. Do you mind if we walk together?” “I… sure.” You say, resisting the urge to sigh. So much for enjoying the forest peacefully. But you’d feel guilty turning her down, and it was only a short walk to Guilden. “Ha! Great! I love walking with company!” She bends down and hoists the barrel back onto her back. It gurgles. “Let’s get going!” She points onward and starts walking, hunched over with the weight of the barrel on her back. You look at down, frowning at the sight of your scuffed boots. “I have to pee…” You mumble, hoping Muaki doesn’t hear you. That’s all that is on your mind. It had been lingering for a while but only now was it creeping up on you. Maybe it was the heat. You’d hoped to hold it in until you reached Guilden, or if the need got too demanding, you were not averse to wetting a patch of dry dirt behind a tree. But that option went out the window thanks to your newfound traveling companion. The stretch of forest seemed never ending and the tea you had downed before falling asleep was getting well acquainted with your bladder… perhaps a bit too well acquainted. “A half hour walk my fanny…” “Shibo! Is something the matter?” Muaki looks back, noticing her walking buddy is now absent.. Pushing back the urges in your bladder, you look to Muaki and shake your head. “It’s nothing.” You would not be resorting to a childish potty dance just yet. For now, you just had to endure it. You rush on to catch up with Muaki and together with your new friend walk along the trail.
  8. Alltheomorashi

    The Long Drive

    I didn’t really want to break this up into multiple posts so it is quite a long one hope you don’t mind hehe. As usual I have grown to really like these characters so let me know in the comments if you think I should write further installments. Enjoy! ******************************** Nina stood in front of the mirror in a white lace bra and matching lacy panties admiring her figure. Her big blue eyes scanned up and down her lean frame. It had taken months of hard work in the gym to get the summer body she had been dreaming of but it had paid off. She had always been proud of her c cup tits but now she could show off a toned ass and hourglass figure as well. It was a body built for bikinis but as the horn of her family’s sedan went off several times she was reminded of why exactly it was wasted. She was going off to college next year and her younger brother would be entering his senior year, but despite Nina’s insistence that, as a soon to be college freshman, she was far too adult to still go on the annual family road trip, her parents had insisted. To make matters worse, her brother had been allowed to bring one of his dorky friends along. While the rest of her friends were taking planes to exotic places, she was about to be stuck in a small car for hours to get to a small lake town in the middle of nowhere. “I hate my life,” she groaned into her reflection. She jumped when she heard a pounding at her door. It was her father, angry that she was delaying them getting on the road and complaining about hitting traffic. She groaned, pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail, and grabbed a pair of white leggings and a purple tank top. She pulled the clothes on and shortly afterwards her father was swinging the door open and telling her that her time was up. Meanwhile, in the car waiting below, Nina’s mother sat in the front seat tuning the radio while Nina’s brother Harry and his friend Calvin sat in the backseat waiting for the other two to return. “Thanks again for letting me come with Mrs. Johnson,” Calvin spoke up. “Oh it’s no problem sweetheart! We’re happy to have you,” Mrs. Johnson smiled as she continued to fiddle with the radio before finally settling on a station she liked. Calvin was filled with anticipation, and while his friend assumed it was anticipation of the trip in general, that was only partly true. Of course he was happy to be going on vacation with his best friend this summer but he was very excited to get to be with Nina. Calvin was not a particularly attractive guy. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, many girls had complimented him on the way his dark hair contrasted with his hazel eyes, he just paled in comparison to the jocks Nina typically associated with. His love of comic books and video games had branded him a nerd early in his high school years. Even once he filled out a little and wasn’t quite as gangly as he was his freshman year, he had been unable to shake the lack of popularity his reputation afforded him. So instead of going for Nina he had admired her from afar. But then he had become best friends with Harry, who told Calvin all about his horrible big sister who made fun of his glasses and mocked him when he wet the bed as a child. After hearing all the ways Nina had tormented Harry, any feelings Calvin had for her outside the purely sexual or lustful had faded. So yes he was excited for this trip because he would be with his best friend, but he was even more excited to ogle said friend’s sister for an entire summer. Mr. Johnson quickly dragged a pouting Nina outside, her bag in his other hand. He walked over and pointed at the backseat indicating for her to get in, then tossed her suitcase into the trunk with the rest. Nina slid into the backseat and found herself next to Calvin, who was seated in the middle, while Harry had the other window seat. Calvin greeted her but she just rolled her eyes, put her headphones in, and turned the music up so she wouldn’t have to pay any mind to the other people in her company. In the back of her mind she had a nagging feeling that she had forgotten something but she shrugged it away. The route to their lake house was as familiar to Mr. Johnson as the back of his hand after years and years of going down for every summer. It was to the point that he had the whole drive scheduled to a tee. There’s a rest stop a couple miles down once they pull onto the highway. They would stop there, run to the bathroom, grab snacks or anything else they wanted, and then get back on the road. After that there would be no more stops until they needed gas. This rule was strict with no exceptions unless it was an absolute emergency, and so far they had not needed to deviate from that schedule in years. Mr. Johnson was already annoyed since Nina had put them behind schedule with her tardiness, so he was determined to stick to the rest of his plan as perfectly as possible. When they pulled up at that first rest stop everyone got out of the car. Nina and Harry went to the convenience store while their parents and Calvin stopped at the bathroom. There was coffee available but cups needed to be bought from the counter so after considering for a moment Nina decided that she needed the coffee to deal with her family and gas station coffee was better than nothing. She approached the counter and was pleasantly surprised to discover that the cashier on duty was quite attractive. She began to flirt with him as her brother meandered around the store before finally grabbing a soda and taking it to the counter. He rolled his eyes at his sister’s antics, walking up just as the cashier handed her a cup. “Oh wait, this is a large, I asked for a small,” Nina corrected him. “Don’t worry about it, the upgrade is on me,” the cashier winked. Without thinking of the consequences, only the flattery, Nina happily accepted the cup and flounced off to fill it up. Harry rolled his eyes again, paid, and then went outside to find Calvin and his mother already inside and his father leaning impatiently against the car. “Where’s your sister?” his father asked. Harry shrugged, “she should be out soon,”. Sure enough, Nina sauntered out shortly afterwards, happily sipping on her discounted coffee. She started to head towards the bathroom but decided better of it. Her father was already mad at her for disrupting his so called schedule and she didn’t feel like hearing the lecture that would surely follow if she delayed them again. So instead of taking the chance to relieve herself Nina hopped in the car, and soon the group was back on the highway again. An hour went by and Nina had gone back to listening to music and sipped her coffee all the while. Harry had just launched into a rant about the Star Wars prequels that Calvin was all too familiar with so he took the opportunity to primarily shift his focus to Nina. His eyes raked over her fit body, appreciating the results of her gym time. He noticed that her legs were pressed together pretty tightly. His eyes darted from there to her coffee and his mind began to spin. You see, Calvin had at some point developed an affinity for girls desperate for a toilet. He had watched countless hours of footage of girls squirming trying desperately not to soak their panties with urine or fill them with shit or both! But he had never seen anything in real life. “Real girls around my age just don’t wet themselves anymore, let alone shit themselves,” he thought with a sigh. So he wrote off Nina’s body language as wishful thinking and went back to focusing on his conversation with Harry. Harry was rambling. He could tell he was rambling by the way Calvin was zoning out, but he couldn’t help it. He had finished the soda he bought at the rest stop shortly after buying it in the first place and it had ran right through him. Rambling helped him take his mind off his need to pee. His leg bounced slightly, truly it was a wonder Calvin hadn’t noticed and made comment. “He probably is just sparing my feelings,” Harry thought, but his need was getting worse now and he had to resist the temptation to bring one hand down to hold himself. Talking with Calvin helped for a while but soon even that was not a sufficient distraction. Nina regretted having that coffee. Only after finishing it did she realize what that nagging feeling telling her she had forgotten something had been about. She had forgotten to use the bathroom this morning before her dad barged into her room demanding she get in the car. Now all that coffee was filling her bladder and causing a stirring in her gut. She had made such a fuss about being too much of an adult for this trip. Between that and having already been the reason they were held up in the first place, she didn’t dare open her mouth to ask for another break. She pressed her thighs together tightly and adjusted herself in her chair under the guise of getting more comfortable in hopes of easing the pressure off her bladder. Another fifteen minutes passed and neither of the Johnson kids were in very good shape. Harry was now clenching his dick in one hand, applying pressure directly to the tip to prevent any from coming out and, as subtle as she was trying to be, even Nina had a hand in her crotch, although she was pretending it was just casually in her lap. Meanwhile Calvin, who was now certain that both Harry and Nina desperately needed to pee, was torn between feeling pity for his friend and arousal for his friend’s sister. He felt as if he couldn’t fully appreciate Nina’s desperation because of Harry’s. “Calvin you got to help me. I have to pee so bad but if I ask for a break my dad will be mad and I don’t know if I can make it anyway,” Harry finally admitted in a whisper. Calvin was almost shocked Harry would reveal that and once again felt torn between hoping they could stop so his friend could get relief and hoping they couldn’t so that Nina couldn’t. Suddenly he came up with an idea that both helped Harry and made things worse for Nina. Although not quite squirming yet, Nina’s need was starting to get serious. She had needed to tighten her grip on her crotch to prevent any potential leaks and now had crossed one leg over the other. The foot still on the ground was tapping anxiously as her bladder became more and more of a solid, warm weight in her abdomen. She had tried listening to music to help distract her but first “Umbrella” by Rihanna had come on and she had to hit skip because of all the rain talk. Then she had to skip again when “Singing in the Rain” popped up. When the sound of waterfalls came up, something she had added to her library for use when she had trouble sleeping, she had given up on the music and quickly yanked out her earbuds. She stared pointedly out the window, ignoring everyone else in the car to focus on her bladder and the slowly worsening stirring in her gut. Calvin bent down and rooted around the floor of the car in search of the discarded soda bottle that had gotten Harry into this mess in the first place. “Here just pee into this,” he said, passing the bottle to Harry. “No way! Mom and Dad would kill me,” Harry replied. “I’ll come up with a distraction” “Nina will point out what I’m doing.” “Trust me she won’t.” Harry looked at Calvin dubiously but having no other options he relented. Calvin suddenly leaned forward and said “Mrs. Johnson I love this song! Can you turn it up?” “Of course dear!” Mrs. Johnson sweetly replied, turning up the volume. Calvin then leaned back and nodded at Harry who quickly uncapped the bottle, whipped his dick out, and pointed it in the direction of the bottle opening. He heaved a sigh of relief as he released all the pent up urine from his aching bladder. Calvin’s music idea did the trick and Harry’s parents were unaware of his actions, but Nina was very much aware. Just as Calvin suspected she was speechless. She couldn’t help but stare as her brother pissed into the bottle and look at his euphoric, relaxed expression in envy. Watching him fill the bottle caused her bladder to briefly contract, a short spurt of pee forcing its way out of her to wet her panties a bit. She uncrossed her legs, the top leg was too close to her abdomen and had only been applying additional pressure to her already straining bladder, but she immediately dug both hands into her crotch to compensate. She became aware of eyes on her so she nervously turned her head to look at Harry and Calvin. By the time Nina had finished switching positions Harry had finished peeing, capped the bottle, and tucked himself back into his pants and boxers. But now he and Calvin could both see her in what was blatantly an attempt to hold back a full bladder. When Harry spotted her his mouth stretched into a Cheshire Cat grin. He knew she would be fine but seeing her embarrassed reaction at having been caught so obviously desperate was enough to make him happy. Calvin, on the other hand, was enjoying this for an entirely different reason. He was thankful that Harry was focused on Nina because it gave him an opportunity to quickly adjust himself as he grew hard. Here was this gorgeous woman sandwiched next to him, so close their thighs were touching, and she had a full bladder. It was a fantasy come to life and although he knew their next scheduled stop was only about five minutes away and Nina would likely make it to the bathroom with nothing worse than damp panties, he still was ecstatic. Nina took solace in the fact that she recognized where they were on the highway. They had left suburbia far behind them and were surrounded by trees on either side. If she weren’t so distracted by her bursting bladder and increasingly full bowels she would admire the view. “Just five minutes until Dad usually stops for gas,” she chanted in her head like a mantra. Suddenly she noticed that the car was slowing down. She anxiously looked outside only to discover that the highway had backed up. A quick check of the clock revealed it was rush hour. Her father groaned in the front seat. “This is why we stick to the schedule!” he said throwing up his hands in frustration. Harry was giddy that her relief would be further delayed but his excitement could not hold a candle to Calvin’s. This was more than he could have hoped for. Just knowing she had to pee had been enough but this, seeing her bursting, was a blessing. Calvin didn’t know if videos would ever satisfy him again know that he had been this up close and personal with a super hot girl who looked on the verge of wetting herself. “She probably is going to have a decent sized wet patch by the time she gets out of the car and can go to the bathroom,” Calvin thought, his eyes bouncing back and forth between her distressed face and where her hands were still buried in her crotch. Nina was about to burst. With all the traffic they were moving a fraction of the speed they usually would, doing about twenty where they usually would be doing seventy. Although she would usually be mortified to result to such childish means of holding it, she bounced and squirmed around as much as she could in her seat considering she still had Calvin boxing her in one side and was confined by the seatbelt. Suddenly she got a bit more still, squirming in just one spot and hunched over instead of bouncing all over the seat. She felt a small bit leak out. Then a larger spurt. Calvin and Harry watched intently as Nina hunched over, both their gazes going towards her crotch. There was an audible hiss for a moment and then it was cut off. It started back up again, for longer this time, and this time a visible wet patch appeared around Nina’s hands before she could cut off the leak. “Nina’s pissing herself!” Harry gleefully announced. “What!” Mr. and Mrs. Johnson both exclaimed at once. Mr. Johnson muttered “Jesus Christ,” under his breath, knowing he could do nothing and needed to keep his attention on the road, while Mrs. Johnson frantically felt around until she found a towel. She shoved it towards Nina saying “put this underneath you,” but Nina shook her head. “N...no I’m fine!” she insisted, in denial that she was about to piss herself, despite being nineteen years old, in front of her eighteen year old brother and his friend. Mrs. Johnson rolled her eyes and shoved the towel into Calvin’s hands, nodding her head in Nina’s direction. Calvin nodded his understanding. “Lift up Nina,” he said lowly but firmly. Nina obediently lifted her butt off the seat so Calvin could shove the towel beneath her and then promptly sat back down. “Hang on the traffic has eased up,” Mr. Johnson said gruffly, as he quickly sped up in hopes of getting to the gas station before his daughter could embarrass herself any further. Unfortunately for Nina it was too late. With a whimper her bladder gave out and piss rushed out of her urethra, past her tired sphincter, to spray into her nice white panties and leggings. The wet patch quickly grew to Nina’s horror, Harry’s amusement, and Calvin’s pleasure. Her leggings went transparent and slightly yellow in a wide arc originating from her crotch and radiating outwards across her thighs. By the time her flow stopped, she had almost completely soaked the towel beneath her and had absolutely drenched her panties and leggings. It was absolutely unmistakable what she had done. “You can slow down now Dad, she already completely pissed herself,” Harry laughed as Nina trembled, her face burning red with shame and embarrassment. Calvin could not believe his luck. Soon afterward Mr. Johnson pulled into the gas station next to a pump. Immediately he turned and began to lecture Nina on how she was far too old to be behaving this way. She sat through the whole lecture head bowed in shame and when it was finally over he climbed out of the car to pump the gas and she reached for the door handle to leave. There were still her bowels to be taken care of. Now that she no longer had to worry about her bladder she was really realizing how badly she needed to relieve that as well. “You really want to go out there so everyone at the gas station can see you in your pissy pants?” Harry taunted her. “Harry, stop that!” his mother admonished but she then turned back to Nina. “He has a point though Nina. You should stay here. Honestly dear you are too old to be having accidents and frankly if you cannot hold it like a big girl then perhaps you should sit in your wet clothes as a lesson,” her mother concluded before turning back around. Calvin was dying. His dick was straining to be released and weeping precum into his boxers. Not only had one of the sexiest girls he had ever seen just pissed herself in front of him but she was going to sit in her wet clothes next to him for another hour or so at least! The fact it was poetic justice for his best friend was the cherry on top. “Can you let me out Harry? I want to run to the bathroom,” Calvin asked. “Sure dude,” Harry responded, climbing out of the car to let him out. As Calvin speed walked to the restrooms, he dimly heard Mrs. Johnson say, “see how the big kid lets people know beforehand he has to go so he doesn’t have an accident,”. Hearing the phrase only spurred him on more. The minute he got to the bathroom he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. He leaned back against it, quickly undid the button and fly of his jeans and then shoved his hand down his boxers to get a grip on his achingly hard member. He moaned then quickly pushed his jeans and boxers down to mid thigh with his free hand as he began jacking himself off with the other. It didn’t take long before he was orgasming so hard he saw stars, his cum splattering on the floor of the gas station bathroom. He quickly pulled back up his underwear and pants, cleaned up his mess, washed his hands, and then went back to the car as if nothing had happened. So they got back onto the road. Everyone in the car assumed that Nina’s accident was the most excitement they were going to get on this car ride. Everyone except Nina who knew that the growing discomfort in her gut only spelled bad news. “Why the hell did I drink so much coffee when we got on the road?” she thought, internally cursing her past self. Her bowels were growing angry and impatient, ready to release a load she had been carrying since yesterday. “I should have gone before we left or even at that first rest stop, then I wouldn’t be in this mess!” she thought, incredibly self conscious. The pressure was slowly mounting and Nina was seriously concerned that she may not make it to the lake house and in her current state, in clothes soaked in her own piss, she definitely didn’t want to request another bathroom break. Calvin had been sneaking glances at Nina even more since she wet herself, which meant he was rather attuned to her body language. Initially he assumed her occasional shifting was because of the discomfort of wearing wet clothing but now he was starting to suspect a different culprit. “No- there is no way I am getting this lucky in one day,” he thought in disbelief as he began to notice subtle signs that Nina may just need to take a shit. The more time wore, on the more convinced Calvin became. Nina was rocking a little bit, her hand subconsciously rubbing her gut in an attempt to soothe it, and she was clearly clenching her lower body. There was no doubt about it, Nina desperately needed to go poop. It was only a matter of whether Calvin would get lucky enough to witness Nina have another accident or not. The pain and cramping in her abdomen was getting more intense and Nina could feel her load desperately trying to escape. She began to grind her ass back into the seat for additional pressure but each grind would result in some of the piss in the towel rising to the surface again. The constant reminder that she had just had an accident was not helping at all in her struggle to avoid another. Finally her father merged off the highway onto one of the small town roads and then soon after he merged to an even smaller road surrounded by trees on either side. The paving was rough and uneven, making for an equally rough ride, and each vibration was like a dagger in her gut. Nina could feel a bit starting to peek out of her straining hole and prayed that she could hold out just a little longer. Calvin couldn’t get enough of the show. Harry had decided to save up his material for teasing his sister and was giving her a break for now. He was staring out his window, but Calvin was transfixed. Every little sign of her desperation, from her clenched fists in her lap to her constant shifting in the seat, turned him on. He thought it couldn’t get any more perfect until suddenly it did. As he was watching Nina so intently he noticed her suddenly look out the window, face burning red. When his eyes shifted lower he saw she was leaned so her weight was resting on her window side hip and her ass was lifted off the seat. To the inattentive it may seem like she was simply leaning closer to the window but Calvin knew better. “No way. No way!” Calvin thought excitedly. Sure enough, a brown bulge was beginning to form in the back of Nina’s leggings. Nina could not believe it. Peeing herself had been bad enough but this was a whole new low. It felt like an out of body experience, like she was watching from above as she shifted her weight and felt log after log of shit force its way past her tired asshole and into her nice white panties. The flimsy things of course could hardly contain the massive mess Nina was filling them with so it didn’t take long for her shit to snake into the leggings themselves, staining the material brown and forming a bulge there. Harry recognized one of the landmarks outside his window and excitedly turned to announce “we’re only five minutes away now!” He stopped though when he saw Calvin’s expression. He then followed Calvin’s gaze to Nina, who was still shitting herself, and muttered a quiet “oh my god,” then, as he recovered from the shock announced far louder “Oh my god Nina is shitting herself!” Her parents were in disbelief. There was no way their college bound daughter was shitting herself in the backseat. So Mr. Johnson quickly pulled over, threw the car in neutral, and then he and his wife both turned around to see for themselves. Sure enough, Nina hadn’t quite finished yet and so they, as well as the rest of the car’s occupants, watched as the stain and bulge continued to grow for another couple minutes. When Nina finally stopped the car went silent. “Nina sit down,” her father finally said quietly. “But Dad...” she started, “I said sit down!” he interrupted her. She whimpered and nodded. She took a minute to gather herself and then obediently sat back down, wincing as doing so squished the mess against her and caused the stain to spread further. The rest of the ride was quiet as Nina stewed in her embarrassment, Harry texted his other friends about what had happened, their parents fumed and wondered how to deal with their daughter, and Calvin tried to will down his near painful erection. When they finally arrived at the house, the whole group climbed out of the car. While everyone else stretched their limbs, Nina fidgeted nervously, not quite knowing what to do until her parents unlocked the door to the house. Her father walked to the door and unlocked it then turned back to her. “Go get cleaned up,” he sighed. She nodded and scampered into the house. Calvin stared at her leggings, inspecting the damage as she went. The entire butt area of her white leggings were stained brown and the piss stains were a wide arc covering most of her thighs as well. “I can’t believe this! I am going to make sure she never forgets this!” Harry said triumphantly, clapping Calvin on the shoulder. “I certainly won’t forget,” Calvin thought, already thinking of how this would fit into his next masturbation session even as his friend walked with him into the house.
  9. I usually don't like to, because it makes cleaning up more of a chore, but if i keep a diaper on for hours i do wanna be able to sit down after i mess... and kneeling isn't always comfy. So i have two questions. 1) Who does/doesn't like it? And 2)Any suggestions for getting comfy without squishing?
  10. cleverpun

    Poop Movie List

    Hey guys, I know it's not as popular as it once used to be on this website, but thought I'd start a topic for people to share scenes in movies with pooping/messing. I'll start with a few: The Green Inferno: a girl is trapped in a cage and forced to poop in front of the other captives; nothing is shown but the sounds are quite loud. Tart: a girl poops in a bucket at a fancy party and gives it to the host as revenge Marquise (starts at around 1:17): movie about a 17th century performer; at the very beginning, several actresses are desperate to poop/pee and are taken to an outhouse where they relieve themselves I'll keep updating with more as I think of them, would love to keep the list going!
  11. LivingInfinite

    my Skyrim mod!

    Hi! Here is my Skyrim mod! It makes all female characters incontinent, including (perhaps) the player! Female player characters will also wet the bed. Though I hear the puddle sometimes doesn't show up, it seemed to mostly work for me D: Anyway! The only real requirement is those crazy ZaZ Animations and everything that requires. http://www.loverslab.com/topic/17062-zaz-animation-pack/ I do, however, recommend playing with the UNP female body mod of your choice, and the UNP sexy armor replacer so you can actually see the messing :O http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/6709 http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/34160 There is also a Brawl Bug mod which is a good idea to have as well. http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/24020 EDIT: All the requirements should be in incontinenceModBundle.rar! Explicit Content incontinenceMod.rar incontinenceModBundle.rar
  12. Oc I know that it's always going to be staged, but are there any videos out there of women going about their day and then having an accident but also happen to be wearing a diaper just for such an occasion?
  13. Version 1.0.0

    If you haven't checked out any of the 'Stephanie' messing comics I've made this year, now is your chance to get all three together for one low price. In this bundle release you meet Stephanie in 'present day' as she plans to poop her pants in private but misjudges her timing and loses control on her way to the dorm room, leading to an embarrassing encounter with her roommate. Then we flashback to her first accident when she was 'too old' to have one, where she played in her best friend's pool too long and didn't make it back to her house. Finally, there's her (technically) 2nd accident and her most intense of the bunch. She's too shy to go pee on a hike with her fellow campers, especially since she doesn't have to just pee. But once again she puts off too long and this time it's a few sets of eyes that bear witness. There's plenty of desperation and embarrassment here. Also a fair amount of messing, so if that isn't your thing perhaps you should wait til more of Stephanie's adventures, all of which involved her bladder. These 3 comics are all in one big folder of 55 pages. I didn't have a separate nude/clothed version here, just picked the ones I liked best for this definitive release. You still get hi-resolution and low-resolution copies though, so more or less it's the same 3 comics that are worth $12 separately so this really is a good deal for newer customers. But the numbers behind these comic sales, even the messing ones like this, are incredible and I'm beyond grateful to this wonderful community for such praise and support!

    $7.99

  14. Like the title says, I'm wondering if anyone's found any scenes in games. It seems unfortunately rare to me, and most of the scenes don't really show anything (Which is understandable, really). To try and kick it off, I'll supply a few things I've found. In Fallout 3, while exploring an old metro tunnel, you open a door at the same time as this scientist guy, who chides you for scaring him. One of the possible replies is something like "Scared you?! I just crapped my pants!". Naturally, nothing's shown, but I can dream. In Wasteland 2, if you run from a fight, the game gives you a number of colorful messages calling you a wuss. One of them reads: "You managed to escape. Probably because they were too busy laughing at the piss running down your legs." In World of Warcraft, there's a few mentions. One of the first Death Knight quests has you killing peasants, who sometimes remark that they soiled themselves. A Horde quest in Silverpine Forest has you resuscitate a bunch of unconscious orcs, who sometimes say that they think they wet themselves. Bonus: while not actually a wetting, a quest in Azsuna has you rescue a female goblin who's been stuck in a cage for a couple of days. When you let her out, she says "Thanks! Now if you'll excuse me, I have go to go, if you know what I mean." In Mass Effect 3, there's a scene in the Citadel DLC if you have Tali and Liara with you. While riding a slow elevator, Liara asks if everyone's ready, and Tali says she has to go to the bathroom, then says "And... there. Now I'm ready,". I'm pretty sure her suit has a built-in bathroom, but I like to imagine otherwise. In Telltale Game's The Walking Dead Season 1, there's a scene early on where Clementine has to pee during a tense situation, and wanders off to find a bathroom. A zombie in the bathroom attacks her before she can use the toilet, and her needing to pee is not brought up again. While it's not explicitly seen/stated, it seems pretty clear that Clementine probably wet herself. That's about everything I've got. Anyone else found any fun stuff?
  15. The Black-Light District.... A subsidiary of the Magic Academy as a whole.... The air smells strongly of disinfectant, and an unnatural cleanliness. The area, at least initially, seems to be illuminated by a dim light...Brighter than candlelight, but not quite at the level of a few well placed lamps...As if the lighting itself wants to leave the area.... After a few minutes of exposure to the uncomfortable air, the area starts to brighten up.... Yet, the same overly-clean smell pervades the senses for a while longer. It almost feels like a hospital... Especially as several of the doors open....A few, barely cracked....some opened halfway......Yet, the inviting light doesn't seem to permeate the deep shadows in the door frames... Save for the bright, watchful eyes that peek out at you.... Moving..Staring... following... Unblinking glares, as you pace your way down the halls... None of the doors opening fully....A few of them even creaking shut.... Doing absolutely nothing for the nerves, or anxiety such an area brings. At the end of the hallway merely leads to a left-or-right junction, heading you further into the district. A note fished from a pocket tells you to go left, right, and then left..... Prompting you to make your turn.... And suddenly notice the hall you were in fade from the corner of your view..... The path behind you shifting to a diagonal one, from it's prior setup. An...uncomfortable shift in perspective... Or one of the many Defense mechanisms you'd heard about..? Pacing down the hall, you see a few girls standing outside of their rooms, speaking in hushed tones... More stares gazing over you... Not as a stranger, but the way someone looks at a bug on their wall... Or, a piece of refuse..... Less than human.. Less than animal... You appear to be less than nothing to them, as you keep going... Taking the first right you get to... The area behind you fading again.... As you make a lengthier trip, pressing forward.... And seeing a line of girls, standing straight... In identical uniforms to one another... As they await outside of a door with a familiar ladies room sign on it... The bathroom, you imagine.... Some girls are shifting ever so slightly.. Some are glancing forward, with bitten lower lips... And some of them are pale, with hands clenching their stomachs..... You decide it's best not to be caught staring, and make your way to the last junction... Taking another left, as you come to a pair of....refreshingly blue doors. It seems almost like the material is made up of something soft, as you glance down at the note... The text on it having changed. [You're there] .... You take a breath of the uncomfortable air you just now realize is fading... Gasping as if you'd just emerged from being submerged.... As you push open the doors to see... .... The bottom of an ocean? You see windows behind a large desk, with deep, blue waters behind it... A singular, folded note on the desk. You step forward, glancing down at it... As you look over the text. [Be back in two minutes: Get Comfortable] You ponder how long that two minutes will actually be... but, this gives you time to center your thoughts.... And recollect some parts about yourself... ========================================================================================================================== [Black Light District: Character Creation Generator! (This will be your main character for the Black-Light District of Magic academy! Please fill out accordingly, and a general consensus will be reached out of several votes...) Height: (Are you Short, Average, or Tall?) Weight: (Are you Skinny, Average, or Plump?) Bust Size: (Are you Flat, Modest, or Ample?) Rump Size: (Are you Flat, Average, or Gifted?) Hair Style: (Is your Hair Long, Average, or short?) (Extra Details welcome too) Clothing Style: [Do you prefer Boyish clothes, Girly clothes, or have No preference?] Transfer Reason: (People don't usually come here of their own volition. Were you sent here for Violent reasons, Mentality reasons, Disciplinary reasons, or A Stupid reason?) Secrets: Any kind of secret you may have, Embarrassing, dark, or otherwise? Extra: Extra Details! [If a consensus can't be reached, you will be created by the Author instead.] (Faust apologizes for the lengthy delays in stuff. Hopefully, life'll stop beating him up for enough to get this off the ground.)
  16. This may be an ongoing series. My stuff doesn't seem to get that much attention here, but some people enjoy it. This first chapter involves a messing accident. Li Xiuying gazed at herself in the mirror and ran her fingers through her flowing black hair. She was so vain, but when you're that hot you deserve to be. She looked fabulous, and today she looked even better in her tight black leather miniskirt and knee high boots. Being a little bisexual, she'd definitely ask herself out. And she could only imagine how irresistible her boyfriend would find her. She was getting laid today, that was for sure. It was going to be kinky, too. She shuddered in anticipation. As she walked down to the mall to meet him, she revelled in the attention of the men who saw her. She felt the breeze blow through her toned thighs and lift up her hair a little. This was going to be a good day. Then she felt a painful stomach cramp. She realised that, in her hurry to get out, she'd forgotten to poo, and she really needed to. Never mind, she could wait. It would be so unromantic to dash off for the toilets during her date. Her boyfriend, Liu Wei, was waiting for her near the doors. He was handsome and muscular, with a kind face. "Wow, babe, you look gorgeous," he said. "Can't say I put nearly as much effort into it..." "You don't need to," said Li Xiuying. "You're handsome enough anyway." "Aww, that's so sweet," he said, embracing her tightly. Li Xiuying felt a massive urge to fart, and if it weren't for him being there, she'd have given in. But she barely managed to hold it in. Besides, what if it wasn't just a fart? She couldn't risk it, especially not in that lovely skirt she was wearing. They strolled along the mall holding hands, with Li Xiuying shifting her hips as sexily as she could. She looked into Liu Wei's eyes, and he was obviously taking some serious interest in her. It was just a shame about that growing pressure in her bowels. Hopefully she wouldn't have to dash off, but if she had to, she would. She couldn't risk having an accident in front of him. She felt a big surge of pressure, and leaned over, holding her bottom. She managed to wait until it passed. "Are you OK, babe?" said Liu Wei, a little concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "Just some stomach pain, that's all..." The pain was getting worse and worse. She really had to poo, and it wouldn't be long before she had to excuse herself to avoid disaster. But she really didn't want to. She tried to think of how much fun she was going to have with her boyfriend to distract herself, but she just couldn't take her mind off it. "So..." she looked at him. "Fancy going home together afterwards? You know, for some...fun?" "Sure," he said, enthusiastic. Then he gave her a little smack on the bottom. Li Xiuying squeaked a little as a loud fart ripped through her spotless white knickers. "Err...sounds like you need to use the toilet," he said, a little disgusted. Li Xiuying blushed scarlet. "Yes, I'm so sorry, I just didn't say because I didn't want to spoil the mood...I have to go, now." With one hand resting on her tight bottom, she walked swiftly towards the nearest toilets. She'd find relief and then hopefully forget this ever happened. The "CLOSED FOR CLEANING" sign made her shudder in despair. The pressure was getting worse and worse and worse. If she didn't find a toilet soon, she'd...she didn't want to think about it. "Too bad, babe," said Liu Wei, coming up behind her. "I think there are some other toilets on the other side of the mall. You'll be OK." "I really hope so," said Li Xiuying. She walked as quickly as she could in that direction. A fart squeaked out of her trembling bottom. Her knickers were somehow still clean, but they wouldn't be much longer. After a painful walk, she saw the other toilets. They were in order, but there was a long line of ladies waiting for them. She gulped in anticipation of the agonising wait. She felt the poo trying to force out, and desperately held it back. She hadn't had to poo this badly since...she couldn't even remember. She crossed her legs and squirmed, trying to ease the pressure. "Um, I'm really sorry, but can I go in front of you?" she asked the lady in front of her. "It's an emergency, I'm not sure I can wait." "Can't you see I'm pregnant?" said the lady. "You'll just have to wait." "But I can't," she said, tears coming to her eyes. "Then you'll just have to go in your knickers," said the lady. "I'm not moving." "Sorry, babe, but she was there first," said Liu Wei, there for emotional support. "And she is pregnant. You'll just have to be strong until it's your turn." "OK..." said Li Xiuying. The queue moved forward a little. She really wasn't sure she could make it. The sight of the toilets was making it so much worse. Another fart squeaked out of her. She couldn't let out any more, she'd lose it... "You know, if you really can't wait, it's OK to have an accident," said Liu Wei. "Don't damage yourself." "Have an accident?" said Li Xiuying, still trying to be vaguely composed and sexy. "No, I can't, I can't, I...FUCK!" She felt the poo almost force its way into her knickers, barely holding it back. "Excuse me, young lady," said the lady in front of her. "Mind your language." "I'm really sorry," said Li Xiuying, "it's just the pain, it hurts so much..." A tear flowed down her cheek. "It's OK," said Liu Wei. "I'll love you whatever happens." Li Xiuying did feel a little comfort in knowing it didn't really matter if she couldn't wait. Maybe there was even some pleasure to be found in having an accident in front of her boyfriend. It was a very kinky situation, after all. But she was still going to try not to ruin her skirt. There wasn't too long to wait now. Just a few more minutes...she strained and strained and strained, and there wasn't much longer she could do it. Her muscles were getting tired, and she knew she'd give in soon. She was almost there. Almost there... Then another urge hit her, and this one was so bad she couldn't believe she didn't lose it. She was stuck still, clutching her bottom, gasping for breath. "If I move, I'll poo," she said, another tear flowing. "Just try," said Liu Wei. "It doesn't matter if you don't make it." She stepped forward, and finally felt herself give in. With a loud fart, poo slipped into her knickers, and more and more and more followed. The hot release of pressure felt so utterly humiliating, but also so relieving...and knowing her boyfriend was watching her humiliation, it was almost orgasmic. By the time the toilet door opened, she had absolutely filled her knickers with what felt like the biggest dump of her life. And it felt fine. "I'll...just...clean myself up," she said, blushing, and waddled into the toilet. She lifted up her skirt, removed her boots, and then slipped off her loaded knickers. She wiped herself clean, then sat on the toilet. She felt...aroused. She even thought of jacking off, but decided it was better to stay horny until she was home with her boyfriend. Having discarded her knickers, she came out with nothing under her skirt and ready to get it on. "Yeah, I'm OK," she said, walking off. "I just threw my knickers away. They were really nice knickers, so it's a shame, but whatever." Liu Wei was thoroughly aroused by his girlfriend's lack of underwear, and, while he didn't want to admit it, her embarrassing little accident, too. "Let's go home so we can have a shower," he said. "I mean, you can -" "No, we," said Li Xiuying, smiling. "We're sharing." As they walked home, Li Xiuying felt the breeze blow across her bare crotch. She looked at Liu Wei, and he had a visible bulge in his trousers. This was going to be fun. Li Xiuying stripped off pretty much as soon as she was though the door of Liu Wei's apartment. She gyrated her naked body in front of him. "I'm going for a shower," she said, as provocatively as she could. "Maybe you'd like to join me..." She ran the water hot and got in. Sure enough, Liu Wei followed, naked and with the biggest erection Li Xiuying had seen outside porn. He wasn't taking much time, and he immediately embraced her, which turned to standing sex. He came a little disappointingly quickly for Li Xiuying, but it was still such an intimate moment. Then she felt his fingers working on her clitoris. She squealed as she felt the most intense climax of her life. And it didn't even stop there. "Mind you don't disturb the neighbours," said Liu Wei, a little concerned with her squealing. "I'll try to keep it down," she said, as he kept working her towards a second orgasm. "But I just can't...I just can't help it..." She climaxed again, almost as intense as the first. She moaned and whimpered in helpless pleasure. "You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" he said. "Yeah..." she said, blushing. "I've got to say...having an accident kind of put me in the mood for it..." "Weird," he said. Maybe this was a new path to explore...
  17. Jimmy Olsen

    A Dream I Just Had to Share

    This is about diaper messing, so I figure I should keep it separate from the omorashi dreams thread. Wednesday night I had a dream about some kind of live action D.C. Comics video. It seemed random and unscripted, so it wasn't really like a movie, but nobody ever broke character, so it wasn't really like a cosplay convention either. I don't know what it was, but I was watching it on my laptop. The interesting part dealt with the woman dressed as Harley Quinn, who was acting mentally deranged but also cutesy childlike. At one point she randomly took a dump without removing her costume or even popping a squat. "Uh-oh! Mr. J.'s not around to change me," she remarked. Indeed, the man dressed as the Joker had left for unexplained reasons. The woman dressed as Poison Ivy sighed and said, "It's okay, I appreciate the fertilizer." I'm not clear on what happened next. They probably left the stage together. I'm sure I didn't get to watch Ivy change Harley's diaper, because I'd remember that!
  18. This will follow the story of a Kobold slave, named Virek. She stands at 3'4" and weighs in at around 48 lbs. She has blue scales and yellow eyes, with an ownership brand on her right shoulderblade. As in the tags, this will have wetting, messing, and probably diapers. --------------------------------------- Virek was commonly touted about as an exotic slave. Something to be looked at and sometimes laughed at. When she was barely hatched, some adventurers attacked her tribe for gold and splendor, and she was among their prises, sold into slavery. Her sapphire colored scales were a rarity, and because of this she was often dressed in exotic outfits and put on display as little more than a breathing setpiece. Today was one of those days. She was dressed in vibrant violet tights and a matching sash, practically topless. Though that means nothing, she hadn't any breasts or mammaries. She stood on display, under the heat of a bright light only intensified by the glass ceiling. She was drinking as much water as was allowed, and starting to regret it. Her bladder was calling out for help, but she was under strict orders not to leave her display. She was punished harshly last time she disobeyed, they locked her in a brightly lit room with no way to speak to others and a constant light sensitivity headache. She squirmed a little as her need grew. It had been almost an hour now, and her small bladder was stressed. She looked desperately for her owner, but found he was on the other side of the room. She didn't dare hold herself, but she knew any leaks would be obvious with her brightly colored pants. She murmured in Draconic, one of the few comforts she had to remind her of who whe truly is, and looked to the crowd. So many partygoers and onlookers that are blissfully unaware of her plight. So many that are about to get a show to remember. Virek had started dancing. As a way to hide her squirming and help fight her needs, though some required her to lift her tail highly, putting increased strain on her bladder. The owner stayed away, at the drink table talking to some noblewoman or the other. Virek kept dancing, eventually starting to discretely rub her scaled thighs together mid-dance as a half-improvised dance and half desperate attempt to keep herself in check. She couldn't stop dancing if she tried. If she stopped, she would certainly lose control. At the same time, she was getting tired. Her bladder was visibly bulged, and though it would be hard to tell without knowledge pertaining to her scaly hide, she was certain that at least a few were aware of her plight. She kept dancing, and as she feared, she turned away from the crowd in a spin and when she raised her tail for the pose.. She leaked. Three seconds of leaking, but it felt like hours. The warmth and relief almost made her hold the pose and just let it all go, but she snapped out of it. She looked down at her pants. Large, visible wet spot on her crotch and spreading to the rear, as well as down her legs. She kept dancing and hoped nobody noticed. She couldn't stop, if she did it would only get worse..
  19. Hoo boy! This was personally one of the worst moments of my entire life. Thankfully, no long lasting damage resulted from this, but in the moment, I WAS DEVASTATED. So, in context, at the time I lived in a rural area. There's a decently sized wooded area behind my house. Lots of great foliage! Okay? Got that? Great! It was in the midst of summer vacation, days were long, boring, and hot. And the obnoxious teen Krissy version of me, felt that she just didn't take enough risks in her life! Sure I had experimented a lot by that point in holding, wetting myself, even using diapers, as if the use and discreet disposal of those weren't risky enough, I really wanted to try something more 'outdoorsy'. Opportunity came knocking when my entire family left to go to a family gathering! I never go to them. It's my mother's side, and well, we don't get along too well. So, this of course meant, I got the entire house to my self! I got some rules of course, don't have anyone over, don't leave the yard, but nothing against using my undies as a portable toilet! I gave it a few hours after they left, took the alone time to do some more, normal? Things I guess? You know, listening to music way too loud, taking the living room television for myself, and well, being a closeted trans girl, taking the opportunity to wear some of my more feminine clothes around the home. But soon the time was upon me! I just wanted to do one thing, go out into the woods in my yard, hold for as long as I can, and not return until I ruined a pair of underwear! I changed into more masculine attire, figuring as long as I wear normal undergarments, no one would notice anything on my dark pants in the area between my house and the trees. After I got into my hiding spot, my heart was racing. The tension was something else. You ever hear someone's AC turn on from outside out of nowhere, just silence, listening to the birds, and suddenly BZZZZZZZZ!!! Every time I nearly had a heart attack. As for the holding, it was fun! I took the time to imagine myself if anyone was watching, what would they say? Would they notice I had to go? The combination of getting more and more desperate, and the tension of not being in a locked room for once kept me more than occupied in my brain-space. Eventually I got to the point it became unpleasant, (also it was way too hot to be out there for much longer). And decided enough, was enough, and I let the waters flow. The distinct sound I think we all know of pee streaming down someone's pants, dripping onto the ground. I'm sure the local flora were very appreciative! And even, having to well, y'know, go number 2 as well, I let that out into my underwear as well. Feeling total and complete relaxation, I felt like the bravest girl in the world! For a few minutes. I have these, neighbors. And they have a kid. He's not too old. At the time of the story, I think he was like, 11? 12? Maybe younger. But APPARENTLY he and his friend are two explorers! Explorers who happen to just LOVE taking an expedition into the unknown wilds, of other people's property! After a few minutes of taking in the feelings my lower body was provided by relieving myself, I started to hear talking. I instantly froze. I didn't move. I didn't breath! I was hoping, praying, that they were going to go the opposite direction of me. Nope! I saw the two of them through the leaves far before they could see me. They were coming right toward me, and it was any second now, before they found me. I don't think I was that exposed or anything, but up close, anyone could see I wet myself, and the only thing I heard one of them say was. "It smelled like someone pooped themselves." THOSE SIX WORDS ARE STILL BURNED IN MY GUILTY SUBCONSCIOUS. Right as I heard those words and they were almost upon me, my fight or flight instincts took over, and I bolted! I ran through the leaves in the opposite direction of them, not even trying to take the sneakiest route, I took the shortest one all the way too my back door. I opened that ran inside, locked the door, and the burning of my blushing face, began to sting even. I quickly took a shower, changed, threw that pair of underwear in a trash bag, and took it out. And happily spent the rest of the day avoiding anything omo related and regretting my life choices. To this day I have no idea if they saw me, or recognized me. No one ever brought it up to me, so I'm hoping for the best! Either that, or they're just too disturbed to talk to me. Well, thanks for reading! It felt good to get this off my chest in a judgment free zone! I hope you were in anyway entertained! If you have any comments or questions, I'd be happy to see them! Thanks again!
  20. So I'm sorry I've been inactive for a while for college exams but now that they're over I'll be able to post a lot more! some of you guys requested more experiences so here you are! So it was a nice Friday in March and it was my friend's birthday, so I was planning to head down to a little mall close to campus after school to see a movie with her and another friend. As I exited my last class, I felt a small twinge in my bladder. I hadn't pissed since this morning, and I'd dranken a large soda during lunch (it was around 3pm now). However, I thought "I can just go at the mall" and scurried to catch the bus to my destination. When I got to the mall, my friend texted and said that they'd be there in around 10 minutes, so I decided to grab a frap at Starbucks. Mistake number one. However, since my bladder wasn't twinging anymore, I completely forgot about that as I slurped my drink and looked around in some stores. When my friend called to say that they were there, my bladder twinged again and I thought about going right now, but decided now to as not to annoy my friend (it was her birthday!). So I walked across the mall to the theatre, tossing away my starbucks as I went. When I got there, my friends were waiting. One of them handed me a large soda and popcorn that she had purchased, and I took is greedily. We went into the movie and it started. It was really quite funny. I slurped my soda, chomped my popcorn, and watched. An hour into the movie, I felt my bladder give a small jolt. I knew I had to pee for real now, no more of the twinge stuff. My soda was gone already, which I instantly regretted. I decided not to go to the restroom, because the movie was just reaching its climax and I didn't want to miss it. There was around an hour of it left, however. As the minutes ticked by, I felt my urge grow steadily worse. I crossed my legs tightly and stuffed my hands into my crotch, but it didn't help. "You can hold it, you're in college!" I thought. I jiggled my legs slightly and almost moaned in delight. It helped a little, but soon my friend was nudging me and saying "stop kicking me!" I apologized and turned my eyes back to the movie. Soon, I felt another huge wave of pee slam into my crotch and groaned. I could feel it pulsating inside me, forcing itself out of my crotch. The warm liquid sloshd around in me as I shifted, jamming my hands into my crotch even harder. It was agony now, and I was cursing at myself for not going before the movie. My bladder seemed to be filling up by the second now. I was gasping and writhing in my seat, forcing the pee not to leak out. My muscles contracted and pain shot through my abdomen, my poor muscles squeezing together painfully. Oh, it hurt so much! My swollen bladder sloshed inside me as we stood up when the movie was (finally) over. My friends had to leave, so as soon as I bade them goodbye (with one hand grasping my crotch), I sprinted to find the restrooms, Sprinting just made it worse and a little bit of leakage slipped into my undies. Finally, I saw a sign up ahead that said "Ladies" and dashed towards it, flinging open the door. When I entered it, I groaned. One of the stalls was out of order and the line was ten people long. I joined the line. Minutes later, I realized that I wouldn't make it. One of the two remainng stalls was occupied by a woman who, judging by the grunting and straining sounds emmiting from the stall, wouldn't be out for a while. The only working stall was moving slowly, and I knew I was going to pee myself by the time it was mine turn. I exited the bathroom and rushed towards the west entrance parking lot, both hands jammed into my crotch as hard as possible. I was thinking that I could find a tree or bust to urinate in, because I didn't see any bathrooms around me. But as I ran, pee started leaking out of my vagina area into my panties. I shut my eyes, running as fast as I could, but running only made it worse. Beads of pee pushed themselves out of my crotch into my panties. Then the dam broke. A golden waterfall erupted from my vagina. Hot, never-ending liquid was gushing out, soaking my panties, running down my legs. I almost moaned with relief, forgetting that I was in a mall! The pee ran down my things, my legs, into my socks. I could hear the sexy hissing noise of it in my leather pants. It felt so good, I almost sank onto the ground in relief. Everything ached, but I didn't care. Everything on my lower half was wet with pee, but the warm urine as still running down my legs like a never ending hosepipe. I think this is one of the best omorashi expierences I've ever had. I ended up going to a nearby store, purchasing a pair of cheap shorts, changing into them, and going home. Ahhhh.....
  21. So, as the question asks, did anyone else here wear diapers past the age most kids are potty trained? Ergo between 18 months and 3 years of age? I know I did. I wore them until a little past the end of second grade, so about the time I turned eight, since my mom couldn´t find anymore that would fit me. If you can, share any memories you can. Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice. On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line. It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush.As this was going on, even though it barely lasted a minute, to five year old me it felt like hours. As I pooped, I kept thinking "Please don't notice my poo poo." I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather.
  22. I was rewatching the satirical TV series Veep recently and remembered that it has a poo accident scene in it. Vice President Selina Meyer (Julia Louis Dreyfus) is supposed to make an appearance at a frozen yoghurt shop, but has diarrhoea. The owner's elderly mother is in the toilet, resulting in Selina taking a massive dump in her dress in the car. The TV show is pretty funny, though I prefer the British version, The Thick Of It. It's a cute scene as well - she does a good job of acting her agonising desperation as she loses control!
  23. This story takes place while the events of Avengers Infinity War is going on. Captain Marvel had a mission to on the planet Nowhere, the crime rates have gone up since the Guardians Of The Galaxy was there. Carol wanted to change that, it is why she has been flying there, now her quest begins. She just made it but earlier she drank a lot of water and now she has to pee. Carol hoped that she could make it, she doesn’t like peeing herself as normal girl but it’s because she takes her job to seriously and doesn’t to be know as a little girl that wet herself, she’s also very powerful and being that strong and doesn’t want to fetish in front of strength. Now the Captain’s urge was becoming worse she could focus properly but she did manage to make it to Nowhere without any leaks. Marvel didn’t care about her mission she was so desperate now that she could wet herself in catching a thief or criminal, now that would be embarrassing for her but hot for the crooks. Nowhere’s public bathrooms are disgusting they are not cleaned and there’s always old diapers laying on the ground, that’s what the ladies toilets look but she never ever gone to the men’s in desperation if there’s no more room in the girl’s. She didn’t want to use the public restrooms because there filthy dirty, she thought to herself were would she be sleeping. She thought that she would buy a room in the best hotel in Nowhere. She ran in and luckily she didn’t have to wait, the lady who was serving her was amazed that the gorgeous Captain Marvel has entered. “Captain Marvel big fan what would you like?” “I’ll take the suite, please.” “The $1200 one?” “Yeah that one, oh wait I didn’t bring my wallet.” “Don’t worry I almost forgot that if you are a superhero you don’t pay for a room.” Carol gave her a smile and she wasn’t taking notice of her urge to pee. Just then the desperation kick in she was at the limit and if she didn’t go now then she would have an accident. She takes the keys and get in the lift and there is no one in there so Carol grabs her crotch like a little girl she is in dire need of a toilet. The lift gets to the third floor and must find room 2018 and she does she unlocks it and rushes to the bathroom. She is now frustrated that she can’t take off her suite the zipper at the back is stuck and just had a small leakage in her white panties. “Fuck! I’m already peeing myself.” She moans and groans for a bit the zipper moved a bit but enough for her to take it off. She feels another squirt of pee coming out she starts crying she’s not going to make it. She has to accept that she’s not gonna make it. She then starts peeing the rapid force that coming out is so warm and her crying stops, it looks like she’s enjoying it. Her whole pants has a nice big pee stain on it and probably her panties would be soaked, she didn’t bring spare clothes so she had wash it or be nude under her suit. She stopped peeing and loved it. She did not know why she didn’t like it at first, now she actually could take it off her zipper needs fixing and she went to the bed and was laying on it naked. She was very tired from yesterday when this guy only came robbing at night and at 11:00 o’clock she got him and took her 2 hours to get back to her ship, so Carol fell asleep on her bed. To Be Continued... To
  24. Sketch Man

    The Anniemation

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    This is a project that took more than a year. I know I can do better than this. I'll try to focus on shorter animations in the future.

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  25. Princess Shuri lay fast asleep in her bed in the Royal Palace of Wakanda. She slept there in her satin pyjamas, she was dreaming about her friend Peter Parker. He is her best friend and in the dream he was kissing her and all very bizarre things to her, that he wouldn’t do to her maybe she was dreaming how she wants her future to be like. And then she had the most weirdest thing she ever dreamed about, she was in the entertainment room in the palace and with Peter. Him and her were watching a movie together and it was a scary movie, she didn’t know what one it was maybe it was IT or something. Anyway she got very scared in one particular scene and ended her fear wetting herself and while she was wetting herself Peter couldn’t help but stare at her pee running down her legs of her jeans. Shuri woke up she realised it was a dream but she did get turned on by the dream as she would love to be Peter’s girlfriend. Shuri went back to sleep and she shifted in position. Her hand was now under the bed where her crotch is and was about to give herself an orgasm, but then felt the crotch of her pjs were wet. She must’ve been desperate to pee while sleeping and then had a dream about it. She got up, she tried not to scream as it was 6:00 already. There was a huge stain on her pjs and the bed, she couldn’t believe how she wet the bed and had an accident like baby, she just couldn’t believe it. She took off her wet pjs and went back to sleep naked and hoped she would wake up before her brother so she could hide her accident from him.