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  1. Hello, been a little while... Here is a recent commission from another omorashi.org community member! I was given permission to share it here, and I do so as a big thank you to you all in this community, and all its administrators, operators and owners! EDIT - Yes I am open for commissions! TY for the inquiries thus far! ALT LINK: https://ibb.co/e5VMOQ
  2. [A friend of mine requested I write an Overwatch fanfic about Mercy messing herself... ... so here~ Figured I'd share it for fun :P] Mercy was sitting casually as she made sure her staff was configured and well-maintained. Her and her team were playing Defense on Gibralter, and expected to be in the thick of it on the ground with the tanks while Ana provided support-heals. At least, that was the plan anyways. Hopefully things go right this time... As of late team-communication had been severely lacking which ment a lot of de-ranking on comp-games... Lands 20k healing yet her team is too stupid to keep their shit together. So let's see here... Their team comp was made up of herself, Ana, Reinhardt, D.Va, Junkrat, and your mandatory 76. Pretty solid all around, she thought to herself... Speaking of solid, she could begin to feel something "solid" running through her system. Actually, it's been like that for several hours now... She didn't have a chance to relieve herself either as she had to run to the payload. She could feel her stomach churn and growl as she overlooked the battleground atop the higher platform. She didn't have time to pop a squat either... not that she'd want to. Not only would removing her suit be taxing on time and effort, but she didn't want to desecrate this old nostalgic facility with her waste... And thus, that usual five-second countdown began to... count down, and the gates opened up. The enemy's team consisted of Zenyatta, Lucio, Pharra, Zarya, Roadhog, and Genji. Right off the bat, 76, D.Va, and Reinhardt where down in the shit, holding back the enemy's push while Junkrat provided hail Marys from above. Mercy leaped down and cringed as she landed, feeling a heavy blow on her bowels. She felt the load sliding it's way closer and closer to her juicy butt... Oh god she wanted to just shit herself right there! But she had to hold it... She felt a sense of terror creep up on her as a distant Roadhog had his eye on her... She knew right away that Roadhog was gonna target her the rest of the game, she felt it in her gut... Or maybe that was just her tumtum going dumdum on her bumbum... She provided damage buffs for 76 while D.Va went out back to go bully the enemy squishies, particularly Zenyatta and Lucio. She made sure to stay behind Rein's shield at all costs, since the moment she did, that Roadhog would most likely snatch her up and open a hole in her big enough for the shit in her belly to pour out anyways. 76 was doing a decent job of pestering the enemy team as well, as to be expected... Of course, Mercy could see her safety, just like her stomach's strength, slowly fading away as Rein's shield began cracking. Knowing this grabbed the Roadhog's attention to hook Mercy, she quickly took action and hid behind the payload, which fortunately hasn't been pushed too far yet. Hell it hasn't even reached the first choke yet! But as Mercy lowered herself to remain safe, she clenched onto her staff and begged not to let 'it' happen... but of course it was inevitable... *frrt~* A tiiiiny toot escapes her angelic booty. It was quite sharp as well, however due to the deafening amount of hellfire, chances are no one heard that, which made her sigh a little in relief... But her relief was swiftly snuffed as she felt the sharp pain of iron digging into her flesh, followed by an intense yank, making her fart MUCH louder than before! She looked in fear as she stared doom right in it's leather-clad face behind the end of his garbage-cannon of death. Fortunately Reinhardt was quick on his feet. The moment before Roadhog filled Mercy's face with flaming instakill, he tackled the tubby demon away from her, freeing Mercy. But she was still injured and the pain was pushing her beyond her strength... The fact that she didn't shit herself right there was a miracle. Meanwhile Reinhardt was duking it out with Roadhog. He almost managed to kill Mercy's captor when he healed up on the fly. And Roadhog began to quickly out-DPS Rein. In an attempt to save him, Mercy flew over to him... but doing so, she felt a massive rank fart propel her forward as she flew on her wings. It was a little hard to see, but a tiny stain had formed, showing signs her tummy-troubles would soon be too much to contain. She began pumping juice into Rein, but sadly it wasn't enough. Rein took one last mortal blow before falling dead... She had to run to the stair-corridor to escape from Roadhog, who swiftly began chasing after her. He goes for another hook-grab, but just BARELY misses her by the skin of her teeth. She ran up to where the support-fire was holed up and looked with fear and panic as she witnessed Pharrah blow her own mother to chunks, and Junkrat having too shit aim to hit her out of the air, resulting in swift death... 76 just got headshotted by Zenyatta too... And soon everyone quickly had the insight to know Mercy's ressurect was probably ready, which it was... and thus she was swarmed... She tried to escape, but she was circled form all sides... It was now or never... Mercy had to revive her team NOW before she ate it... With that, a swift press of the Q button brought her team back to life (D.Va was still fine though being the indestructable teenage piece of shit). Pharrah tried to counter the rez with a Rocket Barrage, but 76's ult was ready so he shot her right back down. Ana knocked Roadhog out like a light while D.Va pounded her shotgun cannons into his face. Genji also made an attempt to Ult, but Rein smacked him up a bit and Junk picked him off with a Concussion Mine. The push was halted once again, thanks to a well-timed rez... But sadly... it came at a hefty price... After that shitshow, Mercy collapsed onto her knees and began to weep, as a loud hiss and crackled filled her plump ass with poo, creating a massive bulge that almost everyone noticed right away... and it smelled BAAAAD. Farts were also provided as Mercy involuntarily lost control of her bowels... She just laid there and cried as the last few seconds of the game counted down to zero... Defense made an astounding hold!! But Mercy did not... And her actions were well-rewarded as well as she was granted Play of the Game~ So that everyone, including her team and enemy team could get a nice long look at Mercy's huge rez and huge accident... The enemy team began to taunt her messy poo in the chat, and even a few of her teammates gave her a hard time, despite the game-winning rez (fuckin' pricks)... But 76 and Rein still appreciated her work and tossed in their end-card likes... Overall, Mercy WAS quite satisfied with her work today. Now to just take a long hot shower and get out of these sticky tights... ... ...
  3. I'm going to tell you guys a real shocker. I'm a pretty crap writer. I just want to thank you guys for giving me some nice and constructive feedback. While I appreciate people telling me "good job mate." Knowing how I can do better next time is equally helpful. So hopefully this story is much better then the weak sauce I've been posting on this site. And I actually used chapters this time like someone who isn't five years old! Pateron Follow me on Deviantart https://twitter.com/StarFire950 Chapter One Linda was at the start of her life. She just recently graduated high school a few years back. She never really found her true calling in life. She picked up the first job that would pay well enough to at least have a roof over her head. Several part time jobs later and she ended up at a call center. This left her in a studio apartment with a half-assed job and roaches, lots and lots of roaches. What was once the sight of a man made construction had now been transformed into a paradise for mother nature to once again take over as she once had. Her alarm attempted to blast her ears awake but had failed in their one useful purpose. She sluggishly awoke from her bedside and stared at the alarm clock in frustration. As if it had been the alarms’ fault and not her own. Just like most mornings, it was roughly thirty minutes past her alarm and she had to rush out the house as quickly as possible. She shifted through the piles of clothing, newspapers, coupons and just about everything else you could imagine. With a cup of coffee in one hand, makeup kit in the other hand while sitting next to some old guy on a bus stop. As luck would have it, she missed the last bus. As she started to sit down, she noticed an odd wet sensation around her backside. She completely forgot to change out of her bed wetting diaper this morning. She always kept a spare pair of panties in her purse. So she’d be able to slip into the restroom at work and change. Of course, that idea sounded great until she found herself sitting in a restroom stall with nowhere to hide the evidence. Luckily the coast was clear and she could just toss it in the trash. She slowly creped towards the trash bin as quietly as she could manage and threw the soiled undergarment into the trash. That was when a stranger walked in and gazed at the girl for a moment before she turned away, blew her nose and walked out. The fiasco from this morning stirred around in her head for the rest of the day. The melodramatic sight of the gray cubicles in front of her certainly didn’t help her forget. She sat down in one of the many identical cells full of identical worker ants trying to make a living in this world. Her cell was nearly as cluttered as her room. If not for her boss’s persistent complaints, it would’ve looked just like the floor of her apartment. As always, she got phone calls from the constant crowd of technologically inept people who couldn’t so much as hit the power button, let alone operate a smart phone. And then you had the screamers, the ones who would yell their heads off because of something that you can’t control. In the best case scenario, you redirected the “screamers” to a supervisor before things got out of hand. She always had to question whether or not the constant purchase of headache medication required for this job actually led to a net profit at the end of the day. Once that headache was over, it was about time to hopefully resolve another one. She noticed the stranger from before in the parking lot.. Linda decided to talk to her about before so that her conscience would cleared. Chapter Two “About this morning. Could you keep that on the down low?” The stranger turned towards her. She was notably taller than Linda by about a solid foot. Her hair was rolled up into a nice bun. She was dressed rather casually with a pair of denim jeans and a shirt. “Sure. I just have one small favor to ask you. I don’t really get many guests and my house does get quite a bit lonely. Perhaps you could just come over, have a glass of tea or something?” “That’s fine. My social life isn’t exactly as jam packed as it used to be.” “Great! How about sometime today?” “I don’t have a car but I’ll be able to make it in about an hour.” “I have a car” “Sure.” Not like she had anything to lose at this point of her life. If she got into a van with a stranger and landed in a ditch, it’d be an end to this boring life. And maybe she’d gain a new friend. It’s a win-win either way. This is what Linda’s constant, active lifestyle had declined to. Being so bored and tired that she was willing to hop into any old stranger’s van if it meant that she’d finally have a way of escaping from her life. Personally, she was just glad that someone was handing her a paddle to swim over this creek of raw sewage. “Never did catch your name. I’m Linda by the way.” “Diana. Nice to meet you. So, what are you doing here everyday?” “One of the office slaves.” “Beats Janitorial services. I’m an IT which isn’t half bad.” “Sometimes I wonder. At least the toilets don’t scream at you like some of those “animals” known as “customers.” “Believe me, I was one of those janitors during my days at college. Internship doesn’t pay you. So I had to do something in order to stop eating ramen. Call services definitely beat cleaning up some guy’s drunken hobo diarrhea special.” They continued to discuss everything from work to life to politics to TV. Soon enough, neither of the pair knew what they were talking about. Before they knew it, they were at Diana’s house. Right off the bat, the place was much cleaner than Linda’s “humble” abode. The front lawn was well trimmed and maintained. With lawn decor as far as the eye could see. And a wonderful garden with a couple of rose bushes. The inside of the house was just as well kept. You could eat off the wonderful magnolia flooring and kiss the walls. Almost everything had it’s place as they walked in. Linda nearly passed out on the couch due to it’s sheer comfort. “I’m going to fix us up some drinks. Do you want anything?” “I haven’t had real food in such a long time. Honestly, if you cooked up that wall over there, it’d be better than the fast food I’ve had. And I’ll take a coke if you have it, please.” “Well, I made a meatloaf last night. Turns out cooking a whole damn meatloaf for yourself doesn’t end well. I still have enough for five people in my fridge.” The poor girl stared at her in near disbelief. “Could I just have an entire plate of meatloaf?” “You can take some home with you. Please do so. I spent most of last night looking up recipes involving meatloaf.” She came back with a plate of meatloaf. As well a glass of coke for her guest and some tea for herself. Linda ate like a ravenous dog that was trained in one of those underground fighting rings. She nearly licked the plate clean. “This is a really big house for one person.” “I got this place from my parents. They decided to become travelers when they retired. Bought an RV and everything. The mortgage is all nice and paid off.” “I live in a studio myself. It’s not the greatest place in the world but it’s a roof over my head.” They continued to talk and munch throughout the rest of the day. Linda was so involved in conservation that she barely noticed her small arching bladder. “Is something wrong? You’re kinda squirming a lot.” “I’m fine.” She lied. Far too embarrassed to admit that she had to pee. Her bladder was nearly full at this stage. “I don’t want to embarrass you, but do you have to use the toilet?” Her entire face turned a deep shade of crimson as she nodded. “It’s down the hall off to the side of the dining area.” She quickly ran straight towards the bathroom. She felt a few dribbles as she tried to hold it, but nothing too bad. She pulled down her panties and let it flow into the toilet. She sighed with relief as her aching bladder released her bodily fluid. The rest of the day was uneventful and the two of them mostly just sat and chatted. Soon Linda had to return back to her home which was still just as infested as before. She started to notice all the little details that made her little studio apartment quite a pigsty. She stared at all the empty cartons and bags full of fast food. All the stains across the tile floor that she had been meaning to clean. She didn’t even know where to start as she looked around. She simply gave up the idea of cleaning her place for today. Of course she had been giving herself the “one more day” excuse for about two months by this stage. The thought of cleaning made her exhausted just thinking about it. If her landlord ever got wind of this, she’d be thrown out without a second thought in the world. Chapter three Linda continued to visit Diana on a daily basis. It had been almost a month and she started to notice all the little oddities. Why did she have a bunch of sippy cups, bottles and other babyish things lying in her cupboard? Most of the stuff was in plane sight. She’d pull out a glass and poof another one of many different designed sippy cups. Bit strange when you consider that Diana didn’t have kids. Finally, her curiosity reached an all time high. One day as they were sitting down together, she noticed an all familiar white bulge from Diana’s pants. She was wearing some awfully tight pants that day and you could see her diaper peeking out from the sides. On that same day, she decided to pop the question. “If I asked you a personal question, would you be mad at me?” “Ask away, I don’t mind.” “What’s up with the diapers, and all the baby stuff. I’m just wondering.” Diana’s entire face turned the deepest shade of red. She took a long deep breath before she allowed herself to speak. “For a start, I’m incontinent. I sorta stumbled upon this fetish of sorts called “ABDL.” It allowed me to be more comfortable in my own skin if I played along with the whole diaper thing a bit. Sometimes I like the babyish stuff. Most of the time, I’ve wanted to have someone to baby.” “That’s sorta cute. In an odd sort of way. I’m a bed wetter myself. Just always had a small bladder when I was growing up. Eventually, I gave into the fact that I’d have to wear diapers at night.” Later that night. When Linda, was at home, she decided to pull out her laptop and Google this whole “ABDL” thing. Of course, she foolishly forgot to turn on “safe search” and soon found a lot more than she bargained for. She quickly replaced the search with “what is ABDL?” Once she had mostly satisfied her curiosity, it was about time to head to bed. She couldn’t stop wondering about the whole thing. Just what was it like? How weird was it to be “babied?” Or even weirder, having to change an adult. What about living in a crib? She finally had to force herself to fall asleep. Despite the many thoughts playing out in her head. Chapter Four “So, why haven’t you invited me to your place?” “Oh no reason, it’s just a bit messy.” “It can’t be that bad. I’m sure it just needs a spring cleaning.” “No, you can’t see it.” She begged. “I thought it was just a bit messy. I think you’ve peaked my interest.” “You’re not going to let it go, are you?” “Nope, not even slightly. I wonder if you’ve got bodies hanging over the walls. Some sort of satanic circle like those necromancers you see in video games!” As soon as Linda opened the door to her apartment, Diana let out quite the shout at she stared into the roach heaven. She wasn’t nearly as used to it and gagged at the awful stench flowing in from the room. “It’s a literal roach motel.” “Oh it’s not that bad.” “Look, would you consider spending a couple of nights at my place? At the very least, I’d need to get some exterminators or a blow torch or preferably the national guard. I wouldn’t even ask you to pay me back. And quite frankly, if you like it, I could just let you live at my place. Not rent free of course, but I’d guarantee it’d be cheaper than here. I’d only have you spot the food bill.” “It’s fine, honestly. I don’t really need the help. I can easily clean this mess on my own.” “Do you really have it covered? I mean if it’s that easy then I’ll go buy a lawn chair and watch you clean every single inch of this place until I can see my reflection on that floor. Not like I really have anything else to do in my spare time. And seeing as you clearly don’t need the help, then I of course wouldn’t be bothered to lift a finger.” Linda stared at her and then stared at the room and just shrugged. “I guess I should let you help. I have been working overtime lately and well, this is kinda the result.” “And when have you been working overtime? I’ve been picking you up at the same time everyday for about the last month.” “I think I really should be packing right about now! Could you help me with some of it?” “I’m not walking into that room. I’ll help you carry it into my car.” Linda came back with a box of clothes after nearly twenty minutes of scavenging around the room. “The clothes have to be thrown away. They’re almost certainly full of bed bugs. Again, I’ll spot you the change on that as well.” Diana continued to nitpick every little thing that Linda tried to take out of this house. Soon, they were walking out with a laptop, some earrings and the unopened boxes of nighttime diapers. “I can’t believe we had to throw all of my stuff away!” “It’s stuff. Stuff that can be replaced without a single care in the world. I’d be blessed that I didn’t die of some really awful bacteria if I were you.” “Please stop listing all the known diseases. I’m not going to get Ebola because I haven’t washed my house in a while!” “When you get a flu, I’m going to give you the “I told ya so” look. I’m going to spend all week practicing it.” Linda got into the car and stared out the window for a while. “Sorry if I sounded harsh. I just care about you. As a friend and stuff of course.” “I’m just disappointed in myself. I can’t cook, and I’ve been putting off cleaning for a few months now.” “I can cook, so I can always teach you. And I make a pretty decent alarm clock.” She turned back into her sulking silence. Diana left well enough alone for now. Soon they were parked up against a generic clothing outlet. “This isn’t your house.” “Well I can’t let you run around in your undies all day. I think your boss might have a word with you if you ran around the office in nothing but one of your nightie diapers.” Her face turned a hot blush as that mental image flooded into her mind. They shopped for about an hour. By that point, Linda’s bladder had steadily filled up. She could at least hold it for now. The need continued to get worse as they drove home. “Are we there yet?” She squirmed in her seat. “Almost there.” It took them about forty five minutes to get home amidst the onslaught of traffic. Linda could feel a few drops started to leak out. Causing her to press her hands against her painful bladder. Her squirming was much worse and she started to bite down hard on her lips. “Do you need to pee?” She nodded. “Please hurry. I’m about to have an accident” “Just a few more minutes. I’m pulling into the driveway.” The garage door took a hot minute to slide open. That one minute felt like hours in Linda’s perspective as she tried her best to hold on as tightly as possible. The car slowly slid into the garage. Getting out of her seat was a whole other painful experience. A hot surge of pain ran across her bladder as she climbed out of the seat. She had to take her hand off her bladder in order to remove the seat belt. Which caused her to let out a hot squirt of pee. Every single step she took cause another leak. By the time she had made it to the garage door which led into the kitchen, one final painful jolt shook her bladder. She felt a massive torrent of urine force itself out of her begging orifice. A wet spot formed around her hand. The urine overflowed into her panties and leaked down her leg and even get into her shoes. She sat there like a deer in the headlights, crying and defeated. Diana put a hand on Linda’s shoulder and gently rubbed her back in an attempt to calm her down. “It’s alright, you just couldn’t hold it anymore. It’s just a normal thing that happens.” She just stared at the floor and sulked. Diana had to lead her into the upstairs bathroom. Linda left a small trail of her bodily fluid as she walked. Linda at least looked a lot better after her shower. She walked downstairs and sat on the couch with Diana. “Sorry about that.” “No need to apologize. I can’t even hold my bladder if I tried! So you're certainly doing better than me.” They gathered everything from the car that needed to be brought into Linda’s room. Once they were done, it was about time to finally relax from an awfully long day. Diana cooked up some spaghetti. Linda stared at it as if Diana were serving the food out of the holy grail. Linda decided to strike up a conversation while she ate. “So, what is this whole ABDL thing like anyway? You explained it to me a bit but I’m kinda curious.” “Like what do you mean?” “Like the whole “little” thing.” “It’s like pretending to be whatever age you want to be. Five, two, one, six months old. Kinda like role playing. Not that the age itself really matters all that greatly since it is flexible.” “Does that mean that the “mommy/daddy” takes care of the “little?” “In a way. Let’s say that I was the mommy and you were my “little.” I’d have to feed you and dress you and take care of you. All while allowing you to be you.” “Is the diapers part of it a requirement?” “There isn’t really a set book of rules or anything. It’s more about what the little and his/her caretaker both agree on. Like a trust system. Heck, some do wear diapers and don’t use them for their intended purpose. It’s all opinion based.” “Sounds kinda nice.” “Why are you so interested in all this anyway?” Linda shoved down a huge fork full of food immediately as that question popped up. They ended up changing subject. Later that night, she was far too busy in fantasy land to fall asleep. Wouldn’t it be so much more convenient if she didn’t have to dress herself? Not having to change her own wet diapers in the morning would be such a breeze. Maybe she’d get punished for wetting her bed again in the form of a paddle? Would the paddle have holes drilled into it in order to leave a nice red polka dot pattern all over her backside? Chapter Five The next morning, Linda as always slept through her alarm clock. She forgot that she no longer had to ride the bus and therefore didn’t need to wake up quite as earlier. She ran down the stairs so fast that she hadn’t put on any clothes. “You’re in quite a hurry for someone who’s still got at least an hour left before work starts. I let you sleep and made you some breakfast. Also, your diaper is nearly about to leak. You might want to consider changing out of that.” She tried her best to hide her diaper with her hands. A hot blush ran down her face. “It’s not that embarrassing. I wear them everyday.” She pulled down her own pants and casually sat down with her diaper in full bloom, ate some bacon and sipped on a nice cup of coffee. “I guess I can always change out of this later.” “Not quite yet.” She grabbed a couple of dish towels and laid them down underneath Linda’s chair. “Just in case.” She sat down and ate her breakfast. It was awkward getting used to the cold wet urine slogging around in her diaper. She couldn’t even believe that she was doing this at all. But she didn’t want her food to get cold. And since Diana was completely fine with it, then what’s the harm? After she ate, she went upstairs and grabbed a fresh pair of panties. Then her usual business skirt. It was such a relief not having to get up as early due to her newfound access to a car. The thought of living here continued to ring around in her head. She hopped into the car with Diana and soon they were headed off to work. Work wasn’t quite as awful as it normally was. Running on a full stomach made it easier to deal with the usual calls. The caffeine in her system kept her awake throughout the morning. She simply felt more alive than normal. The rest of the day was a fantastic relief to the normal hell that she experienced on a day to day basis. Linda continued to talk about her day throughout the drive home and at home and until Diana finally had to beg her to stop. “You never did tell me what you plan on doing. I haven’t called the exterminator yet since I’d rather not waste the money on it if you aren’t sure about returning home” Diana asked at dinner “Maybe we could hold off on it for a while. The rent’s paid this month so I have tell the next bill to decide.” “Just tell me what you decide on. Honestly, it’s been nice not having to walk around this empty house all by myself.” Chapter Six Linda never did move out. To be fair, the cooking was on par with Iron Chef. Barely a few weeks into her new living arrangement, she caught quite a nasty flu in the morning. She thought it was just a cold. So she continued with her usual daily routine and came downstairs and ate some breakfast. “You look awful this morning.” “I’m fine. Just a cold.” She said right after she blew her nose on her fifth napkin. As soon as Linda got up to put away her dishes, she felt a horrible stomach ache and hunched over backwards. She tried to run in the direction of the bathroom. But another cramp a few minutes later caused a steady hot stream of breakfast to pour down her skirt. Tears followed suit soon afterward. The shit continued to flow down from the leg holes of her panties onto her bare feet. “Don’t worry about it. You’re sick is all. I’ll help you get upstairs.” Diana led the girl upstairs. The muddy sensation became worse as the cool air hit Linda’s warm bottom. As soon as she reached the toilet, she threw up in it. “Do you need help getting cleaned up?” Once Linda was done, she spoke. “I’ll be fine. You should go to work.” “I have plenty of vacation days. If I don’t use them by the end of the year, they go bad anyway.” “I really am fine. But if you could help me a little bit, then that’d be alright I guess. Aren’t you even slightly embarrassed about showering me?” “Not really. Not like I was going to soap you down or anything! I was just going to get you some clothes or something.” “I wouldn’t deny the offer. I’ve been feeling exhausted this entire morning. Thought the coffee was going to wake me up, but it’s in the bowl or in my pants now.” Diana’s entire face turned red to a deep shade of purple. “Yeah of course. That’s what friends do, right?” “Yeah, just friends that live together and bathe together!” The two of them had a full hearted laugh. It was a nice relief from today’s latest messy ride. Diana picked up Linda like she weighed nothing and dropped her in the shower. Then she stripped her clothes off and threw them in the trash. Then she striped herself down and hopped in with her. She took a shower hose and washed out her asshole and her privates until she got most of the brown sticky substance off her. She very awkwardly had to clean the rest of it off her with a loofah. Then it was onto the legs which had to be scrubbed down. She had to scrub the rest of her body off. Making sure to thoroughly clean down every nook and cranny. She ran shampoo through her hair and gave her a scalp massage before she took a comb and got the majority of her dead ends out. “Do you ever take care of your hair? It could be so beautiful if you just combed it every day.” “It looks fine to me.” She winced in pain throughout the combing process. About three or so chunks of hair ended up in being pulled out by the comb. Once Diana had thoroughly bathed Linda and herself, she turned off the water. Then she started to dry her off. “Let's hope that we never have to do this again.” “Like you wouldn’t enjoy it. You were purring like a cat the entire time!” Linda blushed at that comment. Once she had her dried off, she brought Linda to her room. She then pulled out one of her overnight diapers and a pair of her pajamas. “I’m not wearing that.” “The diaper is just until you get better. Do you really want to ruin some more clothes? You can always pull it down when you need to use the bathroom.” “Fine. I just want to fall asleep. I honestly don’t care what you dress me in.” “Oh really? I have a few pairs of onesies that I sometimes wear to bed. I could slip you into one of them. Should I go with the one that has cupcakes on it or the fairy one?” Linda threw a pillow at Diana before she started to drift off to sleep. “You’re no fun!” Diana sighed and started to diaper Linda. She looked around the room for any changing supplies. She couldn’t find any wipes or rash cream or anything and so she had to head into her own room. She came back with the rash cream and some baby powder. She rubbed the cream into her skin and applied just the perfect dosage of powder on her. Then she put a diaper underneath the sleeping girl. She taped it up and finished with a gently pat over her front. Diana was so focused on her “patient” that she just now noticed that she was wet. Luckily she at was at least wearing a towel which absorbed most of her urine. She headed into her room and diapered herself. Then she phoned in her vacation day with her boss right before she headed to bed. May as well sleep in so she’d have the energy to take care of her patient. Chapter 7 Linda woke up in a soaked diaper. It was just barely managing to hold in her urine. She at least felt less tired than before. She got out of the bed to use the bathroom. But another cramp stopped her dead in her tracks and let out a torrent of pure shit. Guess she was heading to Diana’s room since she didn’t want to change herself. She certainly wasn’t feeling up to dealing with that today. Diana slowly woke up and stared at the girl. “Someone’s quite a stinker!” Linda looked just like a toddler. She stood there with a diaper in her hand and a messy diaper in her pants. All while asking Diana to please change her. Diana hopped out of bed and took off her diaper. Then she took out one of her disposable changing mats and wiped her down completely. Then she replaced her diaper with a new one. “Do you think your tummy is ready to eat something? I could make you some soup.” “I think I’ll be alright. I hope.” The two of them headed downstairs. Linda was sitting on the couch while Diana made her a bowl of soup. She took out one of those pop up tables and put some soup on it. Then she threw a blanket over Linda who was starting to shiver. “Do you think you could feed me?” Linda send jokingly. “Of course!” It was too late to explain her humor and soon she was slowly being spoon fed some chicken noodle soup. It was sorta nice in a motherly kind of way. They spent an hour watching TV before Linda passed out again. She leaned towards Diana and ended up falling asleep right on top of her. Diana of course couldn’t possibly resist the opportunity to gently run a hand down over the top of her head. Her hair was still a bit rough around the edges due to poor maintenance but it was mostly soft and fluffy. She could hear her heartbeat gently beat away. Linda tended to be a droller and sucked on her thumb throughout her nap. Neither of them were really all that hungry tell dinner rolled around. “Can I trust you with solid food yet? You haven’t had a poopy accident since this morning.” “Maybe just something a bit light. I’d rather not risk it.” Diana gave her a small appetizer tray full of cheese and apples and crackers and the like. She had a sandwich since quite frankly, she just didn’t feel like cooking today. Right before bed, she decided to give Linda a warm bath. “Wait, you’re not hopping in with me?” “I got into a shower with you earlier.” “But it’s sorta a bit different.” “How is it different then showering you?” Bewildered by the question, she simply gave in and allowed Diana to climb into the tub with her. Once again she cleaned her off. Linda relaxed throughout the entire process as she was cleaned from head to toe. All of her aching muscles loosened. Her tension loosened so much that she peed in the bathtub without even realizing it. Diana changed Linda into a fresh diaper and tucked her in for the night. Then she hopped in bed for the night. Linda spent about an hour fidgeting throughout the night. She finally showed up at Diana’s door with a pillow in her hand. “I can’t fall asleep. Can I just sleep with you tonight? This flu is keeping me up.” Diana slowly sat up. “Sure. Just be warned that I snore. But the pacifier usually tones that down.” “Maybe I could have a pacifier. Might help with my sore throat. I’m desperate enough at this point that I’ll try anything if it will help me pass out.” Diana slowly opened up her dresser and pulled out a pacifier before she fell back asleep. Linda decided on whether or not she’d actually use this thing. It can’t be that weird, right? So she put the pacifier in her mouth and crawled into bed. The pacifier made it a lot easier to fall asleep. And Diana’s warm, snuggly body was like a warm pillow. Perfect for when you’re shivering in the middle of the night.
  4. I swear to god this was supposed to be a ripoff of that one Asuna story that had the terrible English that was posted a while back! But stuff happened in the writing process, and I ended up turning it into an entirely different story that had nothing to do with the work that inspired it. The prologue is a little short, but it's full of... action, so to speak. Not of the fetish variety, however - that'll start in chapter one. The general progression of fetish content will be betwetting -> daytime wetting -> diapers -> messing. Also, in case you missed the tag, Kirito is female in this and it's not set in the canon SAO world. The FemKirito is also going to have an original personality, but that'll just make her more interesting since normal Kirito is bland. Finally, and I shouldn't have to mention this on an anime site, but I will just in case: this scene will highlight the pressures of upper class Japanese society. It's gonna seem unfair and drastic by American standards, but trust me, this sort of stuff is relatively normal over there. Anyway, go ahead and read if none of that bothers you. Asuna’s Descent into Diaperhood Prologue: Fallout “Asuna. There’s a man I would like you to meet soon,” Yuuki Shouzou called out to his daughter from across the white clothed dinner table one chilly spring night. Even just from that, the youngest child of the Yuuki family already knew exactly what this would be about. The mere thought of it alone disgusted her to her very core, but she couldn’t make her inner revulsion or the reason for it known. So rather than showing her disdain, the chestnut-eyed girl kept her face perfectly neutral and pretended she was unaware of what he was trying to do. She looked up from her gold-painted porcelain plate of and made eye contact with him. She absently noted that he had yet to change out of his work suit and tie as she asked a simple, “Why?” His brown eyes widened at the question. It was clear that he hadn’t been expecting her to say anything other than an affirmative answer. But if he was doing what she knew he was doing, than she would sooner be disowned than to go along with it. Which, given the circumstances, could be entirely possible if her family found out the reason why she planned to refuse. “You’re already fifteen. You’re becoming a fine young woman,” he told her, his earlier surprise melting into a kind, proud smile. “You’re of the age where you need to start considering your future. It’s time to find you a suitable husband to spend your life with.” And there it is. Asuna had been right on the money. She had to strain herself greatly in order to keep her facial expression from showing her inner emotions, lest they make the truth clear. This “meeting with a man” would be an omiai – a meeting to set her up with a husband she’d never even met before. She didn’t want to get married at all, ever, for any reason. But the idea of getting married to a stranger was even worse! Her older brother sitting next to her at the table had warned her this would be coming soon a few days prior. In fact, he was the one who reassured her that she had the option to refuse. She hadn’t originally thought it would have made a difference, but he’d told her that her father wouldn’t force her if she didn’t want to. Her brother, Kouichirou, knew the reason why she didn’t want to, and so he gave her the strength to face this situation head on and advocate for herself. But that didn’t make it easy. She’d never gone against what her parents had suggested or instructed before this! It was absolutely terrifying… she looked over at her brown-haired older brother for support. He was already looking her way, smiling gently. He nodded his head, silently telling her to go ahead and say what she needed to say. It strengthened her resolve. She turned back to her father, took a deep breath, and uttered the phrase she’d been practicing in her bedroom mirror all weekend. “I have been considering my future, father… and marriage isn’t in it.” His smile quickly gave way as he dropped his jaw in shock. Even Asuna’s mother, whose expression always seemed dull and lifeless, did a double take at what she’d just heard. Her daughter had never even talked back to them, much less rejected any of the things they’d done for her. This was completely unprecedented. And Yuuki Kyouko was not about to let this matter go, not after she personally selected the husband from the finest doctors in the hospital they ran. “Excuse you?” Her daughter looked her dead in the eye, gulped, and then boldly said, “Judging by that reaction, I don’t think you misheard me. I will not get married, mother. Not this or any year.” Kyouko balked. The nerve! To think that her daughter actually had the brazen audacity to talk to her that way! She had heard enough. The female head of the Yuuki household would not tolerate being so blatantly disrespected by her own child! “How dare you? You have no right to say that to us!” she verbally exploded, slamming her hand down on the table and shaking all the tableware. “You are our daughter, and you will do as we say!” Her words and actions caused her chestnut-haired daughter to flinch back and gape in fear. It looked like she wouldn’t be offering any resistance whatsoever. Good, that meant that everything would soon be as it should once again— “Sorry to say this, mother, but it’s actually you who doesn’t have the right to say that to her,” her son retorted in his sister’s place, his steely expression not matching his jovial tone. “You see, there’s this thing in Japan called the age of consent. Ever heard of it? Once you reach a certain age, you are responsible for accepting or declining advances and marriage proposals. You know what that age is? Thirteen. And how old is Asuna? Fifteen. You have no authority here. You can’t force her.” When he said the ages, his voice was laced with pure contempt like Kyouko had never heard from him in his entire life. He’d never addressed anyone with even a trace of disrespect before this as far as she knew. And then when he said the last sentence, he did it in a singsong voice, almost as if he were gloating about it. Both of her children were rebelling at once over the exact same issue. And to compound her misery, as her son had oh so helpfully pointed out, she didn’t have the legal authority to do anything about it. But what she could do… “This house has no place for a daughter who will not respect their parents’ wishes!” she shot back, her voice blazing with rage. “If she won’t do as we have instructed, she will have to find another place to live and another school to go to, because we certainly won’t be paying her tuition!” There, it was done. Now Asuna would have no choice but to back down, and— oh. Oh, no. When Kyouko looked back at her daughter, she no longer saw the face of someone terrified of the consequences of her actions. She saw the face of someone resolved in her convictions. The Yuuki sister spoke in a calm, measured tone, with words that cut like a katana. “I would sooner leave this family than sign away my happiness to someone I don’t love. My heart has no place for a mother who does not respect my wishes, and I will not miss you when I’m gone.” In the span of one conversation, everything fell apart at once. Her words stung, even more so because her own husband had chosen to stay silent – he hadn’t even tried to defend her. She had been disrespected by her own son and utterly rejected by her daughter, and he didn’t so much as scold either of them. It was as if he cared about the children more than he did about her… damn it! “Fine. You have until midnight to pack your belongings and leave. I don’t care where you go, you will not be welcome here anymore.” After saying her piece, Kyouko stood up and made for the exit. As she walked away, her son called out to her. But not to apologize or ask her to reconsider, nothing of the sort. What he decided to say was far less eloquent than that. “Fuck you too, mom! You can forget about me taking over the hospital, you’ve just shown me it’s not worth the effort!” he shouted despite her still being in the room. And to add the ultimate insult to the most painful of injuries, the first thing her husband said, rather than a scolding for her son, was this: “Asuna, I’ll find you a nice place to stay until everyone’s emotions have cooled down. But this divide will take time to heal. I’m sorry that I can’t do more for you.” It took everything the female head of house had not to break down crying as she left the room. It seemed that not a single person in her family was on her side. Gotta say, I'm actually pleased with my execution of this scene. Yeah, I wrote a shitty thing happening, but I liked the writing itself. Aaaaaaanyway, I need to sleep. Please leave a comment telling me what you thought, and I'll catch you later!
  5. View File 2 Girls are Messing there Diapers I Found this one on the Internet, cant remember where tho. It shows 2 girls who are messing there Diapers together, i really like this one so i thought i should share it xD If this is a reupload, well then sorry for that. Submitter Secretguy510 Submitted 05/23/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay
  6. **about a girl I worked with who always had to pee at work. Well one day....something happened...** Minnie was a cute girl with a nice body for a twenty year old. Red hair, round right butt in her work light-tan kakis, tight dark shirt, and a water bottle she drank from all day. She had an eight hour normal shift cashiering. She got to work with a full bladder, went to the bathroom and noticed a stall in the restroom was "Out of Order." She worked at the register for a couple of hours and as her break approached she recognized a growing discomfort and urge inside of her near the lower belly. Minnie felt her bladder nearly full. "That will be $119.31," she said to a customer. As she took the cash and counted it out a shock from the full bladder inside of her went through her whole body which made her jump. As she grabbed the change, it felt like a hot oven was inside of her ready to burst its door open as the hot, heavy load grew more and more. "Next please," she moaned as she called the next customer. She could not go on break until the last cashier who left got back. They were very busy for the holiday weekend, and it was cold out so people wanted to come in and warm. Minnie scanned items slower with each minute that passed. As did her chances of holding it in. Minnie reached a point where she could not stop bouncing, and people looked at her and giggled. She felt so embarrassed. Her coworker John who ran the register behind her saw her big, round, tight butt in her tan pants. She felt her pants started to dig into her lower belly and pressed her bladder and the load inside which was now being pushed out. She stopped as the customer scanned their card and her legs crossed. “Minnie,” her boss called from afar. “Tony is back. You can go on break.” She had drank her whole bottle of water down. Her heart raced as she scanned out her last customers. “Oooooohhh,” she moaned again. She looked across the store and saw the bathrooms. People entered and exited happy as can be. About to empty their bladders and some already had. Minnie craved for that release. She kept her muscles clamped on the lower half of her body as she felt the urge to pee grow. Her panties and her tan pants were in danger of showing a presentation of humiliation on Minnie in front of everyone. “Come…on,” she whispered. She had one last customer to finish in her line. She had multiple items of the same thing; “Crap!” she thought. An extreme couponer. Minnie had felt this desperate in the past, but she always made it in time. As uncomfortable as she was as her legs took small squirms in place against each other, she felt she could make it as always. “I’m sorry mam,” Minnie said. “That coupon says you can only use two of this type of coupon per day.” “Fine,” the woman said. “We’ll just break this into multiple transactions.” Minnie closed her eyes tight and tried to pull her thoughts into the moment, away from her bladder pains and fears. “We can’t do that mam. It means you can only use two for yourself here at this store. I can’t take more than that at all no matter what.” The woman’s face turned bright red like a scorch. She was about to erupt like a volcano or a girl with a full bladder. “Call your manager over!” Minnie’s hands rolled into fists that she pulled back down to her sides, against the urge to punch this woman silly. She called her manager over and tried to leave to use the restroom, but her manager said she had to finish it. Minnie bounced and rubbed her hands down her face in annoyance. She put her hands in her pockets as her thumbs drummed the sides of her pants. After five minutes of arguments, one of the security guards under cover as a normal customer came by and pulled the customer aside. He asked her to empty her pockets. She refused. He told her it would only get worse. She did, and there were two watches with store tags still on them. A thief! The manager cancelled the order as the security guard brought the woman into his office to wait for the police. A feeling of relaxation overcame Minnie as she could already feel her bladder emptying….WHAT….WAIT NO! “NO!” Minnie screamed. That relaxation almost made her give her body a release. She kept her legs tight together down to the knees. She had one hand on her belly which had expanded out a little from the load inside of her which was still filling. She hurried to the other end of the store to the bathrooms. She had reached a desperation point she had never reached in public. Things were serious. Her crotch was growing hotter inside up to her belly, her muscles down there ached as her full bladder pushed against her insides. Minnie had to pee. NOW. Like yesterday! “Almost there Minnie, hold it, come on!” She reached the bathrooms, grabbed the handle to the girl’s room, pushed and…nothing. The door would not budge. Minnie’s heart sank into darkness. She fought with the bathroom door handle. It was locked! Tight! She almost cried as she knew the toilets, her key to comfort and avoidance of an accident and utter humiliation, were just beyond this locked door. A hand went in front of her and smacked an OUT OF ORDER sign on the door. Being so close to the bathrooms and its toilets that Minnie so desperately needed caused her bladder pains to grow to ones a giant could not withstand. Her legs in the tight, tan pants tightened as one leg lifted off the ground and pushed over the other one. “What’s going on?!?” The store janitor looked at her without sympathy. “Our water pipes cracked opened. It’s leaking everywhere in the back. The toilets and sinks have no water. No one can go in there until they’re fixed.” Minnie’s jaw dropped. Her pupils dilated and eyes watered into tears of terror. The growing anxiety of a possible accident was back. Her belly and bladder were swollen with a huge amount of hot pee, a load her panties would never survive. She had use the bathroom so badly and now she couldn’t. Just as he was about to walk away after placing a sign on the men’s bathroom as well, Minnie grabbed him. “Wait! I really have to go to the bathroom though!” Minnie was bouncing in slow motions on one leg as the other still kept itself clamped up to her crotch. “The Mexican restaurant in the plaza we share with has a bathroom. Go there.” Minnie found slight hope, and hurried back to the other end of the store. Right as she reached the door and saw the Mexican restaurant greeting people as they came in, she was pulled back by her manager. “Minnie. We need you back on register.” Minnie’s heart sank. “But I-I-I never got to go to th-the bathroom. Please just let me go to the Mexican place quick.” “I’m sorry,” her manager said. “You just had a break. You can go after.” Minnie shook. She had no choice. She gulped and walked to her register about to burst. Half an hour passed by. Every time a customer walked by and exited the store saying how unprofessional it was to have a business while the bathrooms are down, killed Minnie a little on the inside. She had bitten her bottom lip and legs crossed as she rung customers out. Just having customers remind her that there are no bathrooms almost made her sick. “Oh…no,” Minnie whispered. She felt a couple small drops of pee escape her muscles clamped together like melted metal. She felt the slight dampness of her panties. “Gotta…hold…it,” she moaned in a low, cracked voice. “Ooooooh.” Minnie rung out another customer. This one had twenty water gallon containers in his carriage. Minnie’s eyes widened as the cart strolled up and the liquid inside the containers made splashing sounds. She scanned his waters. “Okay…” she struggled to say. “Sir that will be $21.07, please.” The customer struggled through his wallet. He looked disappointed. The longer he took the more stressed Minnie had become while being trapped in her toiletless prison. The customer said, “Sorry, I’m a little short. Can you take a couple of these back?” Minnie nodded. She got ready to scan the items to void them out, but the customer placed one of the gallons on the edge of the counter, and it slipped off. Minnie ran around her register quick to grab it, but it hit the floor, and imminently cracked and the plastic exploded with a puddle of water splashing the area around it. A few drops hit Minnie’s bottom leg, and the watery feeling made her without thinking to grab her crotch. Her legs turned inwards at the knees. “Eeeeeee.” She ached. Minnie turned off her register so the janitor could come clean the mess up. She stood there zoning her area as they were taught to in these times. She tried to ignore it, but her faced was pulled by pain to stare at the janitor mop up the puddle and then squeeze the mop over the bucket, splashing into the water below like pee hitting toilet water during a nice release. Minnie was so…so…SO, very desperate. It felt like it would pop inside of her any second. Minnie looked to the left, then the right, and headed out the door. It didn’t matter at this point if she got in trouble. She had a weak bladder to begin with. Minnie ran taking little steps as she held her legs together as much as she could while moving and had her arms tucked to her side. She was bursting from the inside of her bladder to her white panties with pink flowers. Her private parts had become so swollen and filled with urine that it felt like boiling water on the stove. Her gut felt like it was being melted opened. Her belly pushed against her waist and her tan pants tightened to the front of her body and slipped into her butt. She felt her wedgie riding up causing more discomfort, and her tight, tan pants now sunk into her butt crack and showed her butt practically. The muscles in her legs and crotch that held back the river of humiliation inside her belly were weakening and becoming numb. She was getting closer to the Mexican restaurant. She had been in there before, and their bathrooms were nasty. However, she didn’t care. Minnie didn’t have a car this week, and her sister would not be picking her up until she herself got out of work on the other side of town which was when Minnie was supposed to get out here. She could NOT, repeat NOT wet her pants in front of everyone in public. She reached the glass door to the restaurant. “Oh thank God.” She grabbed the handle and pulled. Then pulled again…and again…but nothing happened. “No…no,” Minnie shook as she gagged from the bursting volcano of pee inside of her. The restaurant was locked-up. There was a sign on the door: DINNER BREAK. BE BACK AND OPEN AGAIN IN ONE HOUR. Minnie’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She grabbed her hair and crouched down as her legs crossed and her tight shown butt hit the bottom of her work shoes. She bounced what little she could in her crouched, tightened position. This couldn’t be happening, she thought. “Ee!” Minnie shrieked. She held still as she felt a couple more drop escape her shut door inside holding back a load that would ruin her panties and pants. She could feel the dampness growing. There were no other stores around. She had no way to travel. Her store’s bathrooms were out of order, and there was little chance she could wait another hour for the restaurant to open again. Her stomach literally felt like it would blow. The boiling, heavy weight-like pressure inside of her was coming. She couldn’t last much longer. This was it. Minnie slowly got back up and slowly walked back to her store. As she got inside she started to cry and shake. “This can’t be happening.” Her knees were locked together. But it didn’t matter. She felt a few more drops pop out of her private parts and stain her panties. A small trail of urine leaked down the top of her leg, but stopped right above the back of the knee. A few people passed by her and looked in disgust. “Hey!” a girl shouted from behind. “Minnie, you bitch!” It was a girl from Minnie’s class, Lily Tanner. Minnie hoped to god this was not what she thought it was about. “You slept with my boyfriend at Josie’s party last week!?!?” It was. Minnie shook hard, unable to stop. “LLLLilly.” Minnie stuttered. “Pplease, it just happened, I-.” “Screw you!” Lily shoved Minnie and Minnie’s back hit the wall. The resulting shock sent a wave through her body and hit her especially hard on her bladder and stomach area. Her legs stayed locked, but the load was too much. Minnie felt the pee as it started to stream out and into her panties. She grabbed her crotch and filled her cheeks with breath as she sweated and looked all around hoping for some solution to pop up. Why did she have to sleep with Lily’s boyfriend!??! Then, Minnie saw hope outside. PORTA POTTIES! The store ordered them and they were placed outside. Still being set up, but one was already ready she saw. Minnie struggled out of there with her feet keeping a fast pace of small steps. Lily grabbed her from behind. “We’re not done yet.” She saw Minnie had her hands on her crotch and legs were shuffling over each other like she was in a steady race. “What’s wrong with…” Then Lily saw and knew. Minnie was bursting with pee. She smiled with evil and ran to the porta potty. Minnie ran after her in great anxiety, but Lily got in and locked it! Minnie struggled with the lock. Her heart raced and she looked down to see her pants becoming darker. “Ew!” someone screamed. Everyone around turned to look at Minnie. “She’s peeing herself!” “N-No…” Minnie squeaked “Th-This ccan’t…no…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” It was too late. Minnie felt her bladder erupt like a super volcano, which would end the world, which meant the world of Minnie’s bottom half was doomed. Pee felt like hot steam as it shot out of her body and flooded her panties, then overloading and falling down her pants. Her tan pants had become dark all over and uncomfortable and wet as her face from the tears that fell down it. Knowing if she didn’t sleep with Lily’s boyfriend, Lily wouldn’t have taken her last chance. But it was too late. People looked in fear, some laughed, as Minnie had streams of pee shoot out of her front zipper and onto the ground around her. It streamed out of the bottom of her pants and onto her shoes which gave off a stinky aroma of asparagus. A river of pee puddle formed around Minnie. She placed her hands over her eyes which cried out tears of humiliation. This was so embarrassing. “I…I…I…Oh no…no. NO PLEASE!” The load she held inside distracted her from another pain that wanted to come out: POOP! Her weakened muscles could not hold that back either, and a load of brown mess exploded out of her butt and made her pants brown. Her jaw dropped, and Lily came out of the porta potty pleased. Minnie ran inside crying and shut the door. Not knowing what to do as she cried from humiliation, hearing people outside laugh and gossip. THE END.
  7. Well, out of nowhere, ideas and inspiration for another Overwatch story came to me, so I figured I might as well put it up. Much like the last one, lots of messing and fear-based accidents. Please leave any and all feedback. Hope you enjoy! Hana Song’s blood ran cold. She had to be on a shuttle inbound for Ilios in 10 minutes, and her… “underwear” wasn’t in her locker. She rooted around through an assortment of snacks, clothes, spare suits, and pistols, but her specially-made underwear was gone. Did I use all of them? She thought, continuing to root through her stuff, even though she knew they were gone. She needed them if she was going on a mission, or else she risked having an accident, live, in front of tens of thousands of viewers all over the world. She’d used them in the past to avoid having to leave in the middle of her streams, but after becoming a mech pilot, she found that she needed the protection simply because of how frightening some of her missions could be. Her face felt hot, and small tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “Hana? Is something the matter?” a friendly, concerned voice asked from behind her. “OH!!” Hana exclaimed, turning rapidly to face Mei. “N-no, nothing’s- Wait, MEI!” Hana said, putting her hands on Mei’s shoulders. “Wha? What is it?” Mei asked, clearly confused. “Umm, I’m in trouble, can I, uhh...” “You’re in trouble? Can I help you?” “Yes, umm. Can I… Can I borrow one of your...” she coughed nervously, “diapers?”. Hana avoided eye contact when she finished the sentence. Mei’s face couldn’t decide whether to go pale or bright red, but Hana was sure her cheeks were burning just as hot as her own. “Oh, I, ah,” Mei began, struggling to find her words. “Please, Mei, it’s serious!” “I’m sorry, Hana, I only brought one, and I’m, ehh, I’m wearing it,” Mei said sheepishly, shuffling around a little. “I’m trying to improve my continence, so I limited how many I would bring with me. I’m down to my last one,”. Many years ago, Mei had been stuck for several years in stasis, and it caused some of her muscles to atrophy, nearly beyond repair. The end result is that she has very little control over her bladder or bowels. A secret that Mei only thinks is secret. Hana’s face was overtaken with misery. “Well, I believe in you, Hana!” Mei said, giving her friendliest smile. Hana found it impossible not to smile back. The two grabbed their things, and made for the shuttle. Hana would just have to do her best to hold it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- “You can kill her any day now, y’know,” Sombra taunted her sniper companion. “She has to poke her head out first, Sombra,” Widowmaker countered. “Not if you’d landed the first shot, hermana. How’d you even miss, anyways, she’s an old woman. She is literally a granny,”. Widowmaker was squeezing her rifle in annoyance, “She’s not just an old woman, Sombra, she’s the best sniper Overwatch has ever employed,”. “Maybe 30 years ago...” Sombra replied, pacing around their perch on one of the slate-white buildings that covered Ilios. “And besides, how did she even see you? Wait, don’t answer, someone could see that outfit of yours from space,” Sombra said as she tugged on one of Widow’s coattails. She wore a finely-tailored, dark purple tuxedo with very long coattails. “I was infiltrating a party to assassinate a diplomat when this mission came up, Sombra. I did not have time to change,”. “Maybe you should have made time; because so far the only thing you’ve hurt are my eyes,”. Widow momentarily looked towards Sombra, “Sombra, you are distracting me-” Before she could finish the sentence, a syringe-dart lodged itself in Widow’s neck. Sombra jumped back in alarm, and Widowmaker wobbled back and forth for a little while before falling backwards with a thump. “You, uhh… you alright, araña?” Sombra asked, leaning over her unconscious partner. Widowmaker’s face seemed to relax suddenly, and Sombra noticed a loud hissing sound. She glanced at the sniper’s crotch, and saw her purple suit pants growing darker at the crotch. The stains spread somewhat across her thighs, but her position made sure they didn’t get too far. Her pee instead soaked into the coattails below her, before the puddle spread far enough that it spread onto the ground below her. She must have been holding a lot, which is strange, since she normally would just go in her pants to avoid letting her target get away. Sombra noticed something speeding towards her and ducked. A similar syringe smashed against the wall. Maybe she should get out of here. Grabbing her still-peeing comrade under the arms, she began to drag her inside the building. Widowmaker unconsciously left a trail of urine under her as she was dragged inside. Sombra propped the sniper up against a wall, and loaded her smg. Looks like she would have to handle this herself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hana, Mei, Zenyatta, Tracer, and Mercy each found some way to pass the time during the shuttle ride. Mei and Mercy were idly chatting with one another. Tracer and- strangely enough- Zenyatta were both trying to make shots into the ship’s complementary basketball hoop. Hana, however, just sat in one of the shuttle’s chairs, her mech standing nearby, waiting for a pilot. She was already feeling the need to pee. She was considering just cancelling her stream today, but she couldn’t just disappoint her fans like that. As she ran through many possible solutions for her dilemma, an announcement went out over the ship’s intercom, “Arriving at: Ilios,”. Time was up. They had reached their destination. With a sigh and a heart full of worry, she climbed into her mech, and activated her stream. In an instant all the worry was gone from her face, and she greeted her expectant viewers like a ray of sunshine. She was pretty good at hiding her worries. She would not be able to hide piss-stains down her legs and a load in her pants, however. She braced herself, and prepared to hold it like never before as the shuttle’s doors opened, and their team disembarked. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- D.va, Zenyatta, and Mei took a path to the left while Tracer and Mercy went to the right. Tracer’s blink allowed her to zip through the streets while Mercy’s suit allowed her to glide and catch up with her British friend. “Come on, Angie, keep up!” Tracer shouted, just as Mercy’s wings deployed and she glided forward. Once she was close enough, the two proceeded into a nearby building that would provide a shortcut. They both turned in alarm as a harsh beeping noise filled their ears, and a spider-shaped mine placed on the wall exploded into a plume of purple gas that filled the room. They both attempted to cover their mouths and noses, but it was too late, and both women began coughing violently under the effects of Widowmaker’s poison. Tracer’s vision blurred as her eyes watered, but she could just make out an exit across the room that would lead to fresh air. She grabbed Mercy’s arm and began running, attempting to say “This way!”, but only a raspy, coughing voice came out. Mercy seemed to understand, though, so it didn’t matter. As the two women cleared the threshold of the door, they both started gasping for the clean, non-toxic air. Mercy collapsed onto her hands and knees, coughing and retching a bit. As the toxin worked its way through her body, her control began to falter. Her bladder started to void. A slow dribble, at first, wet her panties with small, rapid spurts. Once she was sure she could breathe, she noticed the growing warmth between her legs, and attempted to clench herself, but her body didn’t want to obey her brain. Instead, her privates upped their pee-game, and the dribbles became a full-blown stream. The wetness moved beyond her panties, and started soaking her orange pants. The crotch rapidly darkened, and twin streams raced down her legs, turning into puddles below, which grew and eventually joined into a singular puddle. Her stomach grumbled, and Mercy resigned herself to what was coming as she understood its meaning. She closed her eyes, and cringed as she felt a wet mess slip out of her bottom, nestling into her white panties. Her bowels went into overtime, and churned out mess into her own pants, which settled between her legs and across her bottom. Mercy exhaled, and collapsed onto her belly, splashing in the puddle of pee. She needed a moment to recover her strength from the poison. It wouldn’t be long, as her suit began administering medicine to her. At the same time, Tracer wasn’t doing much better. She did, at least, keep her footing, and still stood, albeit bent over with her hand on her knees. She was breathing rapidly as she noticed her body’s control faltering. Unlike Mercy, Tracer’s bladder just started off spraying hard into her underwear. Tracer’s (also) orange pants turned dark between her thighs, and numerous lines of wetness began wrapping around her legs as they winded down them. Given how tight her pants were, the urine spread along every little crease in her pants, causing long, wet lines to course all over her legs. Much like Mercy, Tracer’s bowels readily dumped their contents into her pink panties. With a loud FBLRPFBLRPT, a load of mess shot right into her underwear, filling them up. Tracer was well aware of the sticky, wet warmth on her bottom. Her pants turned slightly brown at the site of the crime, and she could only imagine what her panties must have looked like. She reached a hand back and cupped the large, messy bulge on her backside, feeling it squish against her. Mercy finally stood up, adjusting her pants to accommodate for the considerably sized load that now occupied her panties. “Well,” Mercy said, looking from her dirtied pants to Tracer’s, “That could have gone better. At least I’m not alone in needing a change,”. “Yeah… ‘bout that,” Tracer said, raising a finger in the air. A bluish glow covered her body, and she seemed to float ever-so-slightly in the air. After a couple of seconds, Tracer stood with her pants clean, and lungs clear of poison. She’d used her recall ability. “Got a date later tonight, luv, can’t let ‘er see me all messy!” Tracer said, making little finger-guns at Mercy, who was staring daggers at her. “Hmph,” Mercy grunted, already preparing to explain her condition to the rest of the team, “Let’s get a move on. Ana needs our help,”. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mei, D.va, and Zenyatta advanced through a series of streets, alleys, and buildings, keeping an eye out for Ana, whom they had been assigned to rescue. They were sticking close, trying not to stray too far apart. Mei kept her eyes peeled, and her endothermic blaster ready. A few rapid footsteps echoed behind her, and she whipped around to investigate. Nothing. No one was there. That wasn’t a good sign. It seemed that D.va and Zenyatta were experiencing similar events, as they each kept looking around in a paranoid fashion. Mei silently congratulated herself for not peeing yet. Considering how bad her control was, it didn’t take much to scare her into wetting herself. And she was definitely scared right now. Her training must be paying off. Her train of thought ended as a red glow shimmered in the sky before materializing into the Talon agent Sombra. She brought her arms to her chest, then extended them outwards in a grandiose fashion. A colossal wave of energy launched out from her, and Mei could hear her blaster making strange noises after it was hit by the pulse. She aimed and tried to shoot, but her gun refused to fire. D.va’s mech was wildly meandering around, and Zenyatta’s arms seemed to be spasming. Taking this opportunity, Sombra drew her smg, and opened fire in the middle of their group. Each of the three of them bolted in different directions. As Mei started to back up, she was mashing numerous buttons on her blaster in a desperate attempt to make something happen. As Sombra took aim at Mei, the scientist’s equipment finally responded, and created a large wall of ice between the two of them. Despite the walls massive size, Mei could hear every last bullet tearing into it. She needed cover, now. Looking around, she ran into a nearby house, and began tampering with her gun to get back into full working order. Her earlier praise seemed to evaporate in her head as she realized: she was peeing now. The warmth collected around her privates as her diaper absorbed her urine. The padding swelled up, and Mei had trouble putting her thighs together. She could hear the hissing sound even through her diaper and thick pants. If she was scared before, she was terrified now. It seemed to be able to hold all of her release, but she didn’t want to test her diaper’s strength. She needed to find the others. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- She was separated from her team; her mech was malfunctioning; a crazy assassin was coming to kill her; and yet, despite all that, D.va was immensely happy. Sombra’s EMP wave had shorted out D.va’s broadcast. None of her fans could see her, or the fact that she was mere moments from wetting herself. She took a hand from her mech’s controls and jammed it into her crotch, trying to hold her urine in. She’d already had to pee, but now she knew someone was trying to kill her. Knowledge like that has a tendency to loosen your bladder. A sudden, sharp noise from inside the room she was in caused her to yelp in surprise as her hand shot back to the mech controls. Looking around the room, she didn’t see anyone, but of course she wouldn't- Sombra could turn invisible. Without her hand to help hold her liquid in, Hana felt several short pulses of pee slip out and wet her underwear. A series of gunshots exploded from the air, mere feet from her mech. Before D.va could react, her mech’s armor had been shredded, and she was forcibly ejected from the ruined robot. She flew out of it, landing expertly on her feet as she drew her pistol and began firing wildly around the room, looking for Sombra. As she shot up the room, her fear and excitement had overwhelmed her bladder, and she could feel hot pee soak the crotch of her blue jumpsuit. Down her right thigh, a wet stain reached nearly to her knee, while on her left the stain only went down a few inches. With all of her strength, Hana managed to stop herself from completely wetting her pants. She also noticed that Sombra was gone. Again. Slowly and carefully, watching the area around her, D.va maneuvered outside. Checking that nothing was above her, she tried to signal for a new mech. But nothing happened. She signaled again, and again, but to no avail. “Having some technical difficulties?” Came a taunting voice. D.va turned in the direction of the voice, but no one was there. She drew her pistol, and began preparing for a good old fashion firefight. Nervousness consumed her, and more urine spilled into her pants. The stains down her legs grew, and Hana felt her cheeks go hot and red in embarrassment. Despite her best efforts, her bladder was beyond her control, and the stains raced down her legs and flowed into puddles around her feet. “Looks like some other difficulties, too, huh?” The voice taunted again, “I can look away while you change your diaper, if you want,”. Her pulse quickened. Everything seemed to slow down. A bright flash to her left signaled Sombra’s emergence, and as the two turned to shoot each other, another bright light barreled into Sombra, and threw her to the ground. Tracer stood there, looking ready for a fight. D.va could kiss her right now. “Looks like you need a timeout!” Tracer shouted as Sombra started to pick herself up. Sombra didn’t like being taunted. She brought up her smg, but Tracer just barely managed to duck in time, and delivered a series of rapid, powerful punches to Sombra’s gut. The Talon agent bent over, clutching her stomach and coughing as the wind was knocked out of her. In her pain and stress, Sombra lost control of her bowels. A loud, wet SQUELTCH resounded as a mushy load filled Sombra’s panties. Her pants bulged out far. Her pants’ elasticity was brought to its limit as the mess filled them. Sombra was aware of every millisecond as the hot, squishy load slid out of her and made her pants sag. After only a few seconds, she could smell it, and she was certain Tracer could, as well. “Now who needs a change?!” Hana taunted. Sombra didn’t have enough air left in her to try anything, or to taunt her back, so she tapped a little button on her glove, and in a bright shimmer of light, vanished from sight. “You alright, luv?” Tracer asked Hana, with genuine concern. “Kind of. I’m not hurt, but, well, I did, uh...” Hana tried to finish her sentence, but her mouth wouldn’t let her. “Wet your knickers?” Tracer said, somehow without any kind of judgment. “Yeah,” Hana replied, so quiet as to nearly be mute. “No worries, Hana! Mercy wet and made in her underpants!” Tracer said, putting a hand on D.va’s shoulder. Just as she said this sentence, Mercy finally caught up with her, and was staring daggers harder than ever before. Mercy turned from Tracer and looked at Hana, “Don’t worry, Hana, it happens to everyone,”. Hana was relieved beyond words that her team was so supportive. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Widowmaker slowly opened her eyes. As she remembered where she was and what she was doing, her eyes shot open. She stood up, and realized with slight annoyance that her pants were wet. She must have lost control when Ana hit her with a sleep dart. She noticed with greater annoyance that she still needed to pee, and also had to poop quite badly as well. She wasted enough time already, and she didn’t need a stomach cramp distracting her. She inhaled, and felt the warm wetness creeping down her thighs. Considering how much she had peed earlier, she didn’t have much left in her. The wet crescents reached slightly past her knees. From the other end, a log emerged, and made contact with her panties. It pushed her underwear and suit pants as far back as they would go, before the log crumpled in on itself. Another log came out, and met with the first. Using her hands, Widow squished the hot mess up against her bottom, so it wouldn’t be too large and in the way. Returning to her perch, she began scanning the area for Ana. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mei was still walking around, scared out of her mind, not knowing that Sombra had pursued D.va. She thought she had seen Zenyatta heading this way. If the two could reunite, they would be safe. Poking her head through windows and doorways, Mei very timidly scouted the area. As she entered into a building, she heard a hushed, metallic gasp, and noticed a strange, purple orb hovering over her head. The edges of her vision darkened, and her mind was suddenly full of fear and doubt. She yelled in fear, and began spraying her endothermic blaster every which way. Given that her bladder was already empty, she didn’t wet herself any further, but she did now mess herself. With a fairly loud BRRRRAAAAAAP, the seat of her diaper filled up with poop. Stuck in the confines of the diaper, the mess spread out, and coated her butt. “Mei?” Came a questioning voice that she knew belonged to Zenyatta. Suddenly the haze lifted, and her mind was clear. Instantly, she didn’t know what she’d been so afraid of. “Zenyatta?” “My apologies, Mei. I mistook you for Sombra and struck you with a Discord Orb,” “It- it’s fine. No harm done,” “Are you certain? You seemed deeply frightened,” “I’m certain, I’m certain. Let’s go find the others,” ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not long after Sombra had fled, Mei and Zenyatta regrouped with the others. Both very kindly pretending to not notice Mercy and D.va’s very wet (and in Mercy’s case, very full) pants. As they prepared to resume looking for Ana, they heard a slight chuckling coming from a balcony above them. Looking up, they saw none other than the old sniper they were looking for. With their team there to fight off Sombra, Ana had been able to find them safely. It wouldn’t be worth the risk to try and hunt down the Talon agents, so the group made to leave on their shuttle. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Widow sat on a chair, listening to her earpiece. She payed no mind to the smelly mass she sat upon. With a flash of light, Sombra materialized next to her. The smell that came with her indicated that she’d had an accident, as well. “I know where they are, Widowmaker! We can-” “No, Sombra,” Widowmaker replied. “‘No’?! What do you mean, ‘no’?!” “I mean no, Sombra.” “But they’re right there! We can go find them right now and-” “The mission is compromised, Sombra. We are outnumbered, and it is too risky,” Sombra’s face twisted in rage, but she gave up when she realized that Widow was right. Besides, she didn’t want to stay in her messy panties any longer than she had to. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Much like before, everyone found some way to occupy their time on the shuttle ride back. Albeit, much more carefully, and somewhat bowlegged this time. Mercy, Mei, and D.va all sat together, chatting. “So Tracer also messed herself?” Hana asked. “Correct. When we got poisoned, Tracer completely let go in her pants,” “And she used her recall to clean up?” Mei asked. “Correct,” “Lucky,” Mei said, enviously. “Too lucky...” Hana said, and began whispering something to Mei. Once the shuttle arrived, Zenyatta and Ana debarked first. As Tracer moved towards the exit, a large ice wall sprang up suddenly, blocking her in. “What, uh… What’s goin’ on, Mei?” Tracer asked, nervously crossing her legs due to her desperation. “Oh no,” Mei said, “My blaster appears to have malfunctioned! We could be stuck here for a while,” “W-well, we can always just break it down, right?” Tracer said, chuckling nervously. She began trying to punch and kick at the wall, but stopped when a jet of urine shot into her panties. She firmly planted both hands into her crotch. “Something the matter, Lena?” Mercy asked. “N-no! Nothing at all!” “You suuuure?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. No longer wanting to keep up the charade, Tracer stopped pretending she was fine, “Come on, luvs, I gotta date later! Don’t make me have to go home all messy,”. “Can’t you just rewind it?” “I can’t do a recall like that twice in one day!” “Sorry Tracer, My blaster just doesn’t want to listen to me,” Mei said, doing an exaggerated shrug. Tracer’s desperation finally got the better of her. Her knees were locked together. Her hands were buried between her thighs. She tried to clench her butt as hard as possible. After a few more torturous seconds, her hands turned warm, then hot. A dark stain spread across her legs, wrapping all around them much like before. A loud splattering accompanied her release as a gigantic puddle formed around her. With a slight crackling sound, her mess erupted from her backside. The others could see her orange pants suddenly balloon out, almost comically far. The bulge turned slightly brown. After over a minute of wetting and soiling herself, she was done. Red in the face, Tracer just looked at them, “jerks...”. “Don’t worry, Tracer, I’m sure Emily will understand,” Mercy said. The ice wall collapsed, and Tracer started thinking of how she was going to explain her condition to Emily. She figured “My friends are assholes,” ought to do just fine.
  8. (Author's Note: The characters of this story are all OC's, currently active in my Fire Emblem inspired Interactive Story. This isn't canon to the primary story, but rather a calm aside, just for the hell of it, just because I feel like writing right now. This will get updated whenever I feel like updating it, just when I'm in a writing mood) Prologue: The Calm 6:58.... Rose thought to herself as she stared at the clock. Two minutes till showtime. She felt more nervous than she should have. She had most of the afternoon getting stuff ready. Buying drinks and snacks, getting together sleeping bags, renting a scary movie, trying to figure a way out of the party her girlfriend had pressured her into throwing, getting shot glasses, which her girlfriend also pressured her into doing. She honestly wondered why she let Vera pressure her so often, though she guessed it was something to do with how good she looked when naked. The thought made Rose blush slightly. She then noticed that the clock had gone forward a minute. Almost time... A slight twinge in her bladder alerted her to her own growing need to relieve herself. She internally debated if she had enough time to go. She went through the guest list in her head. First, there was Vera, her purple haired girlfriend. She would be a little bit late. Feya, a fellow red head and her and Vera's.... other girlfriend would be with her. Rose had accepted that rather odd relationship a while ago. The three of them had gone through a lot together, and Vera refused to let either red head get too far from her. Besides, Feya was just kinky enough to satisfy Vera where Rose was too reserved to. Moving down the guest list, Reyne was coming as well. Another red head, this girl was far different from the others. Rose was slightly worried about Reyne coming. Not because she would make trouble, very much the opposite. Reyne was more reserved than Rose was, as far as she had seen. Ironic, considering her companion, Belle, who was also coming. That long haired blond was as kinky as Feya and just as easy. Reyne would be here soon, Rose knew, since her reserved nature stemmed from her rich upbringing, which also made her punctual, which meant that she would be there on time. As the clock struck seven, Rose knew she'd hear the doorbell any second. As for her last guest, she knew that Kara wouldn't take long to show up either. Vera had made sure that Kara was coming, and Rose knew the exact reason. Vera wanted Kara to be there because Kara had something that none of the other girls had, being a futanari. It was better than having a boy around, Vera had argued. Well, it's not like she'll be pulling it out. Rose thought to herself. She's not that easy. Knock Knock "Coming." Rose called out. She took one last look over her living room. It was big enough to easily fit all of them. She had moved her couch back so the majority of the floor was open for the six sleeping bags to cover the floor. She also had a flat screen on the wall, as well as the table that held up the drinks and snacks. Satisfied that it would work for the night, Rose walked to the door. Before opening it, she turned to the mirror a few feet from the door, one last check to make sure she was all together. Her hair was freshly combed and went to her shoulders. Her pajamas were boring as usual, pure black bottoms and a plain white top, and nothing under them, how she usually slept. As she gripped the door knob, a sudden bolt of dread shot through her as Vera's words rang through her head. "Just show up in what you wear to bed." She had said to the group. To a normal group of girls, that would mean pajamas, as Rose now wore. However, the group invited was no normal group of girls. She would be amazed if no one arrived armed. But show up in what you wear to bed... Rose sighed so loudly that whoever was behind the door was sure to hear her. Well, nothing to fix it now. Might as well take a toll of who shows up naked. She guessed at least half, then opened the door. As she expected, Reyne and Belle stood behind it. Both wore identical white robes, monogrammed with with the letter R in bright red letters. Rose smiled warmly at them, honestly surprised that Belle wasn't naked. "Good evening, Rose." Reyne said, in that royal sounding British accent of hers. Belle then slapped her on the back. "C'mon Reyne, don't be so formal." Belle said. She then walked up to Rose and pulled her into her strong arms. "Hey Rose, it's been too long." Rose couldn't help but laugh as she returned Belle's hug. An involuntary blush crept onto her face as she felt Belle's massive breasts press against her body. The woman was muscular and well endowed, it made sense that she was Reyne's bodyguard and personal trainer. Trainer in multiple different ways, as Belle explained it, which always prompted a bright blush from Reyne. "Nice to see you too, Belle, but it's only been like two days since we last spoke." "Two days too long then." she then let go of Rose, then walked past her into the house. Rose then turned to Reyne, who seemed to realize something, then go after Belle. "Belle, keep your robe on." Reyne called after her as she sped past Rose after her escort. Rose looked around outside and, upon seeing no one, reentered the house, shutting the door behind her. Upon entering, she was immediately greeted by a lovely view of Belle's exposed breasts as Reyne attempted to pull her robe back on her. "Belle..." Reyne growled. Belle stared her down, a slight smile on her face, staying firm in her attempt to strip. "Reyne, it's fine." Belle explained, holding her robe down. "Vera said that we should come how we sleep. I go to bed in a robe, but I sleep naked, so that means I can hang out naked." "Technically, that's true..." Rose said, softly. She had no qualms with a bunch of naked girls walking around her house, despite herself remaining clothed whenever she wasn't bathing or changing. However, she wanted to have a relaxing night with a few friends, instead of the orgy Vera was most likely planning. She was then alerted by another twinge in her bladder. She watched as Reyne relented, allowing Belle to strip naked, throwing her robe to the side. Belle's muscular body on display was enough to make Rose forget how to speak for a second, but she quickly regained composure. "Would you two like something to drink?" She asked. Her eyes peered over to the clock on the wall. 7:02 and she already had a large breasts woman naked in her living room. Tonight was going to be a long night.
  9. I love cooking, I love baking, I love wetting, I love messing. See the problem here? I wet and/or mess myself at least once a month, because that's the way I roll. But I also cook every day. After I've had my fun, I clean my clothes, take a good shower, double-wash my hands with soap and hot water, apply hand-disinfectant and let it slaughter the bacteria for some time, then I double-wash my hands again. And I still feel dirty, I don't dare touch any food. I don't work as a chef or anything, I only cook for myself, but still. If I sleep over the night, I have no trouble cooking breakfast the next morning, but rationally that doesn't make sense, because why would sleeping make me any cleaner? Sleeping just makes me forget about the unhygienic paranoia. This, of course, only applies on dry mornings. As an actual, not-for-fun bedwetter I have chosen to use cloth diapers (because they're much cheaper and eco-friendly) but the problem is, in wet mornings I have to rinse them in a bucket of water before throwing them in the laundry. That means soaking my hands elbow-deep in water-diluted pee. I have to start the day feeling all dirty, and that's just not nice. Does anyone else have this same problem? How do you clean yourselves to cooking-condition? Or more likely, how do you get over the dirty feeling that doesn't go away no matter how much you clean yourself?
  10. The idea for the setting of this thread was inspired by a chat with @writerforce6, and they will be posting their own, different take on the core idea at some point. I'm somewhat of a fan of SAO, but it felt to me like the games the story takes place in aren't very deep or particularly well designed, and so I've decided to take existing characters and drop them all into a different 'world first' VR MMORPG. I hope to make this an entertaining and titillating read. Before I get to the first part proper, I will re-iterate in case anybody has missed the tags: This story will contain messing and diapers in addition to the usual omorashi fare. Turn back if you're averse to either. ------------- CHAPTER - ONE 'Finally.' Kirigaya Kimiko clutched the hard-copy case of Era of Survival to her chest. A huge fantasy castle held in an endless sky dominated the box art, with the title added just above the spires near the top of box, almost an afterthought. Now, after a lengthy beta test to work out the last of the bugs, EoS was about to go online. It had been a few hours since Kimiko had run through the Nerve Gear's initial set-up. It was a hassle - The storage for her personal data had been wiped at the end of the beta, forcing her to do the same, frustrating questionnaire and body measuring as the original. With an added couple of embarrassingly private questions added to the list. 'I hope Suguha didn't overhear any of that,' she thought to herself, opening the case and inserting the game chip into the neural-interface headgear before placing it on her head and laying down on her bed. "Here goes..." She muttered, closing her eyes as her heartbeat picked up in excitement. "Link, Start!" ------------------------- 'Kiriko' opened her eyes in a black void. As soon as she got her bearings, a series of windows popped up in front of her. They followed her movements as she looked around. "Still as black as ever." She sighed theatrically. The interface was the only thing around her, and she felt as if she was floating. They demanded her attention, and wouldn't let her go until she had finalized her character creation. Starting Weapon Skills: Shortswords, Arming Swords, Longswords. Finalize? (Yes) As if the game needed to ask! Ages before the beta had ended, Kiriko's mind was set on her starting gear and build. Starting Armor Skills: Cloth armor, Leather armor, Light metal armor. Finalize? Again, she input her carefully chosen choices. Starting Body Stats -- "This is new. Back in beta, we had to log in fully to see what the game gave us." Her eyes scanned through the list. Strength - Average, for a female player. Carry Weight - Similarly to her Strength value, her beginning value was normal. Endurance - Same again... Agility... She nearly did a double-take. "Eighty-five out of a hundred?!" Evidently, metrics had changed in the last few weeks of development! Dexterity - One of the things she was particularly strong with - She started with the maximum base value possible. From her discussion with Argo back in beta, this seemed to be an unlikely, but not impossible result. Still, the thought of being one of the most precise players in the game made her giddy. Perhaps if she trained her strength, she could pick up Archery. The list continued on, showing minute details as she leafed through her stats. Underneath her starting Hunger/Thirst gauge. "Oh. So that was why..." The devs had kept one of the more... colorful functions in the game, it seemed. Bladder Capacity: Above Average. Bowel Capacity: Average. Bladder Control: Strong. Bowel Control: Average. The blush from the questionnaire segment returned in full force. Before, it had simply been an optional feature... It was one that she had tested. It definitely felt like the real thing. Shaking that from her mind, she picked out her gear and finished character creation. A blow glow enveloped Kiriko, and in a flash of light, she was placed in an unfamiliar town. Her avatar had manifested around her, and she looked down at her hands and body to see that her appearance was what she wanted. Blue-black sleeveless tunic and lightweight cuirass protecting her modest chest? Check. Brown fingerless gloves and studded leather bracers? Check. Loose-fitting shorts, leather knee-pads and high boots? All clear. A gust blew down the road, blowing her long, straight black hair out behind her as she looked up to see players spawning in for the first time. Everybody was doing much the same as her. Hopefully, she would be able to locate one of her fellow beta testers and group up. One thing she had learned early in testing was that EoS was a PUNISHING game when played solo. Reviews of the decades-old S.T.A.L.K.E.R. games flashed through her mind as she recalled the first time she had tried to solo a kobold camp and had gotten her ass soundly whooped. That was a mistake she wouldn't make twice. ----- Please, tell me what you think so far. I intend to make this a long-running fic, and it will progress at a steady pace. Fetish content might be a bit lacking occasionally, but it will happen.
  11. Hello again! I've been posting my work on tumblr and pixiv lately, be sure to follow me there if you like this kind of stuff! https://pixiv.me/livinginfinite https://thelivinginfinite.tumblr.com Please also check out my new game!
  12. So if you haven’t played Prey, I dunno what you’re doing with your life, but you’re doing it wrong. There were several moments in the game where, considering I nearly wet myself just playing it, I thought it was impossible someone really in that situation wouldn’t have lost control of themselves. If this turns out well, I might do some other stories of a similar theme, and maybe some more Prey ones. And fear not, this fic will be almost completely spoiler free. All major scenes, twists, events, and so on, will not be spoiled. As always, any and all feedback is appreciated. I know it’s a bit shorter than what I usually post, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. ----------------------------------------------------------- Talos 1 Lobby, 2035 Morgan Yu peered as slowly and carefully through the large doorway as she could. Considering the mutilated human corpse she found just a short distance behind her, she wasn’t taking any chances. The Typhon were lethal and merciless, and they could be anywhere. Wrench in hand, Morgan slowly walked through the doorway, and entered the lobby. A massive window to her right constituted the wall of the space station. The area around was lavish and lovingly furnished, but for the moment she was captivated by the sight of Earth as it took up a good portion of her view out the window. She walked forward, stopping at a table with some snacks and water bottles on it, still admiring the view of her home. Her quiet moment of reflection was rudely interrupted as she heard a very sudden rustling from behind her. Raising her wrench to strike, she whipped around, and wasn’t surprised when there were no enemies to strike. Instead, she saw only an apple on the ground, lazily rolling towards her feet. She was not fooled, however. Raising the wrench high in the air, she slammed it down, towards the apple. Unsurprisingly, the apple was suddenly engulfed in black smoke as the four-legged beast shifted into its true form, a Mimic. They were spider-like creatures composed of hundreds of little black tendrils. This one wasn’t going to be making a meal out of Morgan today, as she deftly smashed the wrench into the creature, causing to explode into several bits and lots of black goo. She reeled a bit. The Typhon were great at messing with people’s heads, and even the humble Mimic was no different. Upon seeing them transform, it always hurt her head and eyes a bit. As she groaned in pain and rubbed her temples lightly, Morgan became conscious of the fact that she needed the restroom. All the running around, wrench-swinging, and alien battling she’d been doing had worn her out, and she’d been drinking a ton of water she’d found in order to keep hydrated. And now that was coming back to bite her. She sighed in annoyance. They never show in movies or videogames that you still have to go to the bathroom, even if you’re an action hero. Her annoyance about quadrupled when she also felt the need to get rid of the other kind of waste present itself. She had a station to save, she couldn’t lose so much time just to go to bathroom! Of course, the obvious alternative was to just… go. To go to the bathroom in her suit. As compelling as the thought of saving time was, it most certainly was not worth the humiliation of wetting and soiling herself. As something in the room to her left very suddenly and very quickly shifted position, she wondered if she’d really have a choice in the matter, as the damned Typhon might just scare it out of her before she even reaches the bathroom. She moved to the right, giving the now suspect room a wide berth. Morgan continued walking throughout the lobby, suddenly very paranoid of the large open space it presented. So many corners… so many places for things to hide. She could feel her heartbeat quicken, yet her blood ran cold. So many things around her seemed to be changing position. Any random thing she walked by could be her death. Her control faltered in her paranoid state, and she was vaguely conscious of the fact that she was dribbling into her red boxers. The crotch of her underwear darkened as it met with her urine, and she could feel a few wet trails racing down her thighs. Fortunately, her rubbery suit would show no trace of her leaking. Morgan slowed her breathing, and tried to remain calm. The Typhon mess with people’s heads, and right now, they were getting into hers. After calming down, she looked around again, and noted that everything seemed to be in order, more or less. If there were more Mimics, they weren’t right next to her, at least. She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her eyes widened when she noticed the cooling wetness on her crotch. She clamped her thighs together, attempting to hold the rest of her urine. She needed a bathroom, and now. Scanning the room, her prayers were answered as she saw a sign labelling a nearby hallway as the bathroom she was after. Taking one last look around her for any Typhon aliens, she rushed towards the God-sent hallway. Curiously, the entrance to one of the restrooms was barricaded by large crates. Conveniently, it was the men’s restroom. Of course, she didn’t think anyone was going to scold for using the wrong toilet at this point, anyway. She entered the ladies’ room, and could feel her bladder and bowels nearly give out in relief. She slid open the door to one of the stalls, and smiled gratefully when she saw this one was stocked with extra toilet paper. She reached for the zipper on the front of her suit, and suddenly made a realization, as the Mimic that was masquerading as the spare paper lunged at her. She only barely managed to swing the wrench fast enough to stop the alien mid-jump. It skittered away, and hopped up onto the counter, preparing its front legs to strike. Morgan made sure it never got that chance, and crushed it under her trusty wrench. Her swing was powerful enough to crack the counter the Mimic was on. As Morgan panted, trying to catch her breath, her attention immediately snapped to her decreasing need to use the restroom. It took her a moment to realize that the scare the Mimic gave her had startled her into… going in her suit. The wet stain on the crotch of her boxers had rapidly expanded, and the stain travelled down both legs. Small rivers of hot urine now poured past the cuffs of her underwear, racing down her legs and filling her boots. She firmly planted her hands in her crotch, attempting to regain control, but by the time she did, most of the damage was done. She also became aware of the load that now occupied the back of her red boxers. She had even pooped her pants, she was so startled. Her mess weighed down her underwear, and she could feel it pressing up against her bottom. And the worst part was: She wasn’t done. She sighed, and, with tears just beginning to form in her eyes, resigned herself to just finishing now, in her clothes. She already had to clean up, anyway. She spread her legs, and released her hold on her pee. Her privates were suddenly warmed, and she felt much smaller rivulets than before streaming down her thighs, then past her knees, then into her boots. Her hands were still hovering over her crotch, and through her suit, they could feel the heat and vibrations caused by the urine impacting the suit. Now for the rest… she thought, as she squatted down. She could feel the mess that was already present be squished against a little as she did so. She scrunched her face, and pushed. Her mess came out, slow and steady. It met the existing load, and caused her underwear to bulge out far, then her suit to bulge out as the underwear made contact with it. She could feel her boxers growing heavier and heavier, and was beginning to lament her decision to not just finish in the toilet. The mess was downright huge, and she worried about her underwear's ability to hold all of it. She reached a hand back and felt the end result. It was a lot. Even though her thick, concealing jumpsuit, it would be completely obvious she'd voided her bowels on herself. After another moment of pooping herself, she was done. She sighed in embarrassment, her cheeks burning. As she prepared to stand up, a loud, distorted human voice yelled something near the entrance to the bathroom. Morgan slipped, and found herself recoiling in disgust as she fell on her rear, smushing her mess under her. She could feel it smooth and flatten out, covering her backside. The urine that was still trapped in her suit levelled out as she changed position, some of it returning to her thighs. As she sat there, she didn’t know if she was grateful or not that her puddle and mess were confined to her suit. She gave herself a quick little slap to her face, and bolted upright. What was she doing?! An alien might be right behind her, and she’s too busy feeling sorry for herself to notice! Coming to her senses, she grabbed her wrench, and slowly looked out the doorway into the lobby. A strange, human-shaped figure was wandering towards the bathroom area. It seemed to be made of the same black tendrils that comprised the Mimics. Despite everything she’d just been through, she somehow found herself leaking even more pee into her suit, but she no longer cared. As she waited, her back to the wall, the creature seemed to lose interest, and turned around. She released a pent-up breath. As long as it didn’t come back, she figured she should have a couple of minutes to clean herself up, then hopefully save the entire station. Assuming she could refrain from doing something like this again. Funny, out of all the terrible things that happened to her today, she couldn’t decide what was the worst: the alien invasion, or her complete accident. It would take some time to come up with an answer.
  13. Tonight I was in the mood to have a hold as I've done countless times before but I was also intrigued about the possibility of having a messing accident as well. Fair warning, if you're not into this side of things then turn away now. I'd began holding after dinner and had got myself a few beers to rapidly bring about the situation (I find beer a great diuretic), however I've found myself intrigued about the possibility of what a messing accident would feel like for a while. I do like a couple of messing videos but I have no time for scat or anything like that. The few messing videos I have seen have focused on women desperately holding before uncontrollably messing themselves just showing the brown stains in their jeans/trousers and/or panties but not actually showing the poop mess itself. Anyway, I digress I decided to take a couple of strong laxatives as I started drinking and as I began to feel myself filling up my bladder I felt the urge to poop quite a bit. As I got more and more desperate to pee I found my urge to poop gaining traction ahead of my desperate bladder and I had to really squeeze my butt cheeks to prevent a #2 accident. I continued to hold as I drank my beers and my desperation at both ends got really intense! A few small spurts of pee juxtaposed with some wet farts that I could feel in my tight boxer shorts (and when I checked in the mirror making a small brown stain through my cream trousers). At this point I was questioning whether I could actually go through with it and began to drink more beer in an attempt to get the thoughts off my mind. Before too long however, the beer and laxatives were really having an effect on me and I could no longer concentrate on the TV programme I was watching. I popped outside for a quick cigarette on my balcony (a favourite vice of mine when I've been drinking) and despite my attempts to remain dry, my poor aching bladder couldn't hold it anymore and I began to piss myself. I held it back after about ten seconds but that was only a brief respite. After I chugged the last remnants of my final can of beer the floodgates opened and I uncontrollably pissed my boxers and cream trousers on my balcony for about a minute and a half. The relief was welcome, felt great and one I have experienced many times before as I stood there making a huge puddle of pee underneath me. However, as my bladder relaxed that's when my bowels betrayed me. I thought I had made a good job of holding in that laxative but at that moment the urge to go was excruciating and I couldn't hold anymore and an absolute torrent of wet mushy shit poured out of me, filling my boxer shorts and even running down my leg. I still don't know what to make of the sensation. The relief was great, and I'll be honest, the feeling of wet mushy crap all in my boxers and running down me made me feel something like I've never felt before. The problem was returning inside, shutting my balcony door behind me and sitting down to write this. Sitting down and feeling the wet mushy shit spreading beneath me feels awesome. The smell however. I can't cope with it. It makes me want to gag. In all honesty, I'm putting off going to the bathroom to clean myself up because I know the sight of my messing accident is going to possibly make me sick. I'm honestly at a crossroads. The feeling is great and that loss of control as I voided my bowels uncontrollably was even greater than losing control of my bladder but I just don't know if I can handle the sight of the mess and the long disgusting clean up that I inevitably must face. Has anyone else on this site experimented with a messing accident? If so, how did you find it? I'd really appreciate your feedback because right now I'm definitely in two minds about trying it again (I do feel that once I go through the clean-up it may turn me off from ever trying it again.) For those that are interested in pictures, I took a few pics of my accident (both from the front wetting side and the back messing side). I'll only share these if others would like to see. It's been an intriguing night of experimentation either way. kc_rules
  14. So Livinginfinite invited me to write some stories for something he was working on, and naturally, I accepted. Full credit for the setting, culture, and tons of other details go to him. If you'd like to see his art (a lot of his recent work is set in this universe), you can use these links to check out his tumblr or his pixiv (I think you'll need to make an account to see a lot of his stuff on pixiv). In short, it's in a setting where an extremely advanced and powerful empire with access to magic-based technology fields many female knights, but they have "issues" with their continence, which is not the way the Empire wants people to view their soldiers. I'm extremely grateful for the chance to write in this setting, and I hope you all enjoy the pair of stories. As always: messing. And lots of it. ------------------------------------------------------- Knights of the Empire A Painful Lesson “Starseer, right?” asked a young woman who worked with the Royal Order. The woman she was speaking to had been waiting just outside a door, staring out the windows of the hallway at the magically-powered neon signs that shone just outside. “Yes, Anna Starseer” the waiting woman answered, excitedly raising her hand. She was quite energetic, and had darker skin than was common of citizens of the Empire. Her dark brown hair was held back in a ponytail, while her bangs hung free, to the sides of her face. For this outing, she wore a basic, blue coat and tight, white pants. Almost any other time, she could be seen in her smooth, black armor, but it was improper for such a simple meeting. “Major General Hardelle will see you, now,” the assistant, wearing an elegant white skirt that reached to her knees along with a perfectly matching suit top opened the large, grandiose door, and gestured for Anna to step inside. Rising from the bench she sat on, Anna walked inside. She was elated. She’d been doing very well in her training as a knight, vastly outperforming knights who’d joined at the same time she did, as well as many who’d been there for much longer. She was sure that this meeting was to inform her of some sort of promotion. Maybe even to full knighthood, though that was unlikely. More likely, she was going to be appointed apprentice and squire to a more experienced knight, where she would complete her training. She entered, and the sight of the stone-faced woman and her office shocked the smile off of her face. Major General Hardelle, though not a soldier, was certainly as frightening as one. She wore the dark-blue officer’s jacket that was indicative of her status. If the jacket wasn’t enough, gold shoulder pads adorned her jacket’s shoulders, and the space over her left breast was heavily decorated with several medals. As a non-combatant, she had been able to grow her hair out long, and it hanged down past her shoulders, smooth and golden-blonde. Her office certainly fit her, as well. Some sort of magical device in the room kept it perpetually cold, to the point of discomfort. Strange trinkets adorned her desk and walls. Anna’s eyes kept drifting to a mangled, blood-stained steel helmet with horns that sat upon a mannequin head on a nearby bookshelf. A plaque beneath it read: “Helm of Skoval the Merciless, Scourge of Athessia, Slain by the Forces of Salendia Hardelle”. The rumors said that Hardelle never actually went into battle herself, but was still a famed tactician. After taking in the strange office, Anna sat down in one of the nice chairs in front of the major general’s desk. Hardelle simply stared at Anna for a moment, her stoic eyes burning into her. Anna struggled very hard to keep her composure in front of this woman, and shamefully felt a second long release of urine meet her panties. Her crotch grew warm. After the major general finished sizing her up, she finally spoke: “Anna Starseer, yes?” she asked as she checked some papers on her desk. Before Anna could reply, she continued, “I’m told you’ve excelled in your training...” Anna proudly put a hand on her chest, “the best trainee they have!” “According to the records, nearly every other trainee you spar with has wet and/or soiled their pants. Would you say this is correct?”. “It is,” she wasn’t lying. She was so feared among her company of trainees that many wet themselves the moment they learned they were fighting Anna. She always did enjoy seeing the trails of urine snaking down her opponent’s legs. She loved hearing the telltale pltbpltblptlbplt that accompanied a messier accident. Hardelle continued, “You even outshine them in that respect, yes? The record only lists three times you’ve wet yourself, and only once you’ve soiled yourself. That is not without merit, and the Royal Order and Ministry of Propaganda have taken notice,”. “They have?” “They have,” Anna could swear she actually heard some respect in the major general’s voice. “In fact, they want you to skip massive portions of the Fear Response Mitigation Training, possibly jumping you to phase 4 or phase 5” this was an interesting development. The FRMT typically revolved around being subjected to horrifying magic until you stopped pissing and shitting yourself at them. Only the first time she was subjected to it had Anna had an accident. She was totally unprepared, and completely filled her diaper so much that someone else had to assist in the changing. After that, she managed to constantly remind herself that she was in no real danger, and had kept from wetting or soiling herself again. Of course, you never really left the program, either. Phase 5 lasted indefinitely. During each phase, the participant was issued a somewhat smaller diaper, to coincide with the woman's improved continence. They even gave them cool names, too. In order, the diapers issued each phase had been: the Huggies Titan, big and bulky; the Pampers Vanguard, a slightly smaller Titan, which, along with the Titan, required an assistant to help with the changing; The Pull-ups Sentinel, noticeably smaller; the Depend Bulwark, almost small enough to pass as panties; and the Poise Guardian, which was small enough to be nearly indistinguishable from normal panties. The Guardian was phase 5, and meant to be worn for all of a female knight's career, in order to preserve their image in the public eye. Couldn't have the Empire's soldiers seen with loads in their pants. Anna had started the program, as it was a normal part of any female knight's training, but had so far not really needed the rather bulky Titan diaper they had issued her. Every day, she found herself wearing a downright massive diaper to bed, to training, to lunch, and only three times had she needed it. It was nice to get some recognition. Anna spoke, "I might just skip to phase 5? To the Guardian? has anyone ever done that before?" “Nope. No one. You would actually be the first knight in history to forego so much of the training," as Anna was getting excited, the major general continued, "I, of course, shot that idea down,”. What?! “What?!” Anna leaned forward in alarm, “Why? I've been in phase 1 of the program for months, and I've only needed to be changed three times! That's incredible,” Anna said, poiting a finger at the Major General for emphasis. “You’re a natural when it comes to fighting. I’d wager none of the other trainees have ever been a match for you. You’ve never fought against a real threat,” that was correct. Many of them wet themselves if Anna passed by them in a narrow hallway. “I’d also wager that you’re about as continent as a newborn baby when face-to-face with a real threat,”. “You’re wrong!” Anna shouted. The major general’s eyes widened only for a moment. Anna shrank back, horrified that she’d yelled at a major general. She felt her bladder release another short spurt of urine into her panties. A small wet spot the size of a penny showed on her pants. She crossed her legs to hide the stain. She was wrong, though; Anna was superbly continent. “Am, I now?" the General began, with some contempt in her voice, "Well, it just so happens that I’ve prepared a deal for you,”. “What sort of deal?”. “My theory that you only stay clean and dry because of weak opponents is just that: a theory. Prove it wrong, and I’ll approve you to skip the FRMT, as well as authorize your promotion to a knight’s apprentice,”. “How do I prove it wrong?” “A fighter has been selected to face you in non-lethal single combat. If you can complete the duel without wetting or soiling yourself, I’ll approve you,”. “Who am I fighting?” “Irrelevant, we’ll contact you when it’s time. Should be noon tomorrow”. “Well, I accept this challenge,” Anna stood from her seat, “Get ready to see my opponent make a mess of their pants while I stay clean,”. With their business concluded, Anna turned and left the office. She returned to her barrack just as the clock struck 10 PM. Though she was far too excited to sleep, it was worth trying. If she was to face a “real threat” tomorrow, she would need her energy. She fell into a fitful sleep, plagued with nightmares. In one of them, she stood in an arena, naked save for her white panties, as spectators cheered. From the other side of the arena, the opponent she was to fight advanced towards her. It looked like a human, but it was massive. Easily over 15 feet tall, and brimming with muscle. At the mere sight of the beast, her bladder gave way. Her panties were not nearly enough to stop the flood, and the front of them quickly darkened, as pee sprayed out of them, and down her legs. As her enemy began sprinting towards her, she pitifully covered her head with her arms, and as she did so, a log of shit forced its way into her panties. They bulged out far, and began to sag. Following the solid matter was some slightly less solid matter, which began filling her underwear to the brim, as well as turning the white seat of them a fetid brown. Just before the beast could strike, she awoke. Anna was gasping for breath. Her nightmare had betrayed her nervousness about her battle today. As she got a hold of her senses, she felt something strange around her butt and privates. She stepped out of bed to reveal that her panties were sodden and yellowed in the front, and greatly filled up at the back. Her accident was still warm, and it mushed around her butt as she examined it. She sighed, for she knew it was going to be a long day. The other trainees could hardly judge her for her accident, however, as nighttime releases were fairly common for women in their positions. They just weren’t common for Anna. She looked to the bunk to her right, and gained some comfort from the fact that the bunk's inhabitant made a bigger than she did. They'd broken protocol, and gone to bed in ordinary panties. The massive wet splotch on the front of her blanket would teach her a lesson about that. She cleaned herself up, and left to train in the scant few hours she had until noon. When the summons came, Hardelle’s assistant from earlier appeared to lead Anna to the site of the battle. They boarded one of the strange, automated carriages that were reserved for the highest-ranking government officials. They called it a “car”. To break the awkward silence that had filled the cabin of the vehicle, Anna began talking to the assistant. “So, who am I fighting?” “You will see soon enough,”. “Would it really kill you to tell me now?” “Hardelle might,” the assistant answered, matter-of-factly. “... fair enough,”. The awkward silence that followed was once again unbearable, so Anna changed the subject, “So, how is it working for Hardelle?” “You work for her, too,”. “Yeah, but not as her right-hand-woman. What’s that like?” “Trying,”. “Hm. Soooo… has she really never had an accident?” The new topic caused the assistant to bristle with discomfort, “N-no, she hasn’t,”. “Come on, there has to be at least one time when she-” “Typically, whomever she’s speaking with is the one who loses control,” she said, trying to end the discussion. Seems this awkward silence was here to stay. Anna simple looked out the window of the car. Large, elegant buildings with a heavy Gothic style rose in all directions. Looking far enough, Anna could see the drop-off where the edge of the flying city was. Beyond that, she could see the ground, sitting very far below their hovering home. She decided to look away from the ground. Seeing just how far up the city was always managed to fill her with acrophobia. In the past, she’d had this nightmare where she got so scared while looking over the edge that she wet herself, then slipped in the puddle and fell all the way- Probably not the best line of thought if she was supposed to be proving her continence. After a few more agonizingly quiet minutes, they arrived at some strange, almost featureless building. Quite frankly, it was very conspicuous in its simplicity. At least that meant the fight wouldn’t spectated by thousands of people in the arena. The two of them entered the building, and were greeted by Hardelle and some people from the Ministry. She was instructed to don her armor. She emerged from a nearby changing room, dressed in black, skintight armor. The chestplate wrapped around each individual breast to retain a feminine appearance, and reached down to her waistline. Her shoulders and outer arms were covered in armor that was smooth and slick, reflecting the light in the room beautifully. She wore armored leggings which mirrored her top half's armors smoothness and shinyness. Her thighs, pelvic region and buttocks, however, were not covered by any armor. Normally, this would be to enhance her movement. Today, however, it had a special purpose. Today, her easily-visible bottom, covered only a leotard bottom and her panties, was not going to be soiled, and she wanted them to see her success. For the purpose of the experiment, she had been permitted to wear regular underwear, instead of her embarassingly thick Titan diaper. Once her outfit was inspected and given the go-ahead, they handed her her weapon: a heavily-dulled metal sword. Totally non-lethal, in accordance with the rules of the duel. They explained that Anna’s sterling continence was, thus far, ridiculously higher than any female's. With some practice, they felt Anna had the potential to be on par with some males, and they believed that if they studied her, they may be able to find some permanent solution to the issue of women’s incontinence in combat. Anna was flattered, but she was also anxious to get to fighting. The others were anxious to watch, so they led her to a large cobblestone chamber. The roof was thirty feet high, and the room was around 120 feet long. A strange, eerie blue light filtered in from… somewhere. Ominous stains that looked like blood dotted the floor. Anna guessed that she was not the first person they’ve brought in to fight here. Her opponent entered from the far end. Once they were close enough, Anna could see that… oh. Oh no. Her opponent was to be the legendary Lycelia Windhowl. The Slayer of Men. The Doom of Kingdoms. Her status as a legendary warrior overshadowed whatever her egregiously high military rank was. Anna felt some pee escape into her panties at the mere sight of the approaching woman. Simple, black, carapace-like armor covered every part of the woman, save for her head. No other skin was visible. Her face bore a scar across her left eye, and her almost silver hair was tied back in a bun. Her skin was pale as could be. Anna steeled herself, wondering if this was how the other trainees felt when they fought her, and began walking towards her. The two held the swords out till the tips touched. After they held that stance for a few moments, they both dropped back into a combat stance. Anna struck first, launching into a barrage of hits, all of which Lycelia parried. As Anna began to run out of breath, Lycelia performed a particularly devastating parry, knocking Anna completely off-balance. As she struggled to regain her footing, Lycelia drove the pommel of her sword into Anna’s face. Anna saw stars, the collapsed backwards, landing flat on her back. As her vision began come back into focus, she noticed how warm her butt had suddenly become. Her eyes opened wide in alarm, as she realized she just pissed herself. She shot back upright like a bullet, still peeing. The urine came out messily, flowing down her legs, into her armor, and splattering noisily onto the ground. She was vaguely aware of the Ministry men writing something on clipboards behind her. In her anger, she felt renewed, and began delivering strike after strike onto the much larger woman’s armor, as she was unable to keep up with and parry many of the hits. Having grown tired of the farce, Lycelia swung her sword, impacting Anna’s with such force that it shot out of her hand, and flew away… ...Directly towards the spectators. Hardelle’s assistant shrieked in fear as the sword whizzed by her head. A wet patch began appearing on her skirt, and a puddle formed below her. The others around her also became aware of a sudden foul odor in the air as the woman had filled her panties in her fear, as well. Now weaponless, it was safe to say that Lycelia had decisively won the duel. So why was she still lifting her weapon into the air to strike? She didn’t seriously intend to beat Anna, did she? Was she going to… kill her? Anna raised her arms to cover her head, cowering before the mighty woman. She closed her eyes as the weapon began its descent. A loud SKRLTCH sound accompanied the loss of control over her bowels. She felt the mess spill out of her, filling her panties to the brim, then some of it escaped due to the sheer volume of the release, running down her legs. Her leotard was filled with her warm, wet mess, bulging badly and becoming discolored. But the blow never came. She looked up, and saw that Lycelia had dropped her sword. She simply eyed Anna curiously. “You’re arrogant,” Lycelia began, “You’re brash, impulsive, naive, and you don’t know your place,”. Anna looked down in shame. “But...” Lycelia continued. Anna looked back up, “I’ve never seen such a talented trainee. No one has ever landed so many attacks on me like that. I’m impressed,”. Anna just stared in disbelief that she was being praised even though she had a load in her pants. Lycelia put a hand on Anna’s shoulder, then spoke again “That is why I’ve decided to take you as my apprentice,”. “What? You? Really!?” Anna began asking in disbelief. Her shock was shared by the spectators. Hardelle stepped forward, angered. “Windhowl! We had a deal! She failed,” Hardelle said commandingly, pointing at Anna. “I only agreed to fight her, Hardelle. I decide what happens to her. Besides, the Order values me much than you,” Lycelia said in the most frightening way she could. She stood imposingly over Hardelle, at least a foot taller than the major general. Anna looked in disbelief as she saw the major general’s fine, white pants darken between her legs, and small rivers began flowing down them, until both of her legs were totally wet, and a massive puddle occupied the ground below her. Hardelle simply glared. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. The major general had just pissed her pants. In fear. If she was wearing any sort of protection, perhaps a Poise Guardian, it did nothing to stop the flow. “Fine. Take the woman, but don’t think you can defy my orders like this, again,” the major general answered, as she turned to leave. Any attempts to save face were ruined as the major general fully turned around, and a positively massive bulge was visible on her ass. Her pants sagged down quite far, and some of her mess had escaped into her pants. Her pants had turned brown around the accident. She and her assistant both left the building, both equally wet and messy. Lycelia began talking over the details with the Ministry men, but Anna was in too much shock from what she’d seen to really hear any of it. After a few moments, Lycelia walked over to Anna, and spoke, “Okay, you’re mine. We’ll be setting off on a mission to a nearby kingdom to retrieve some hostages in three days,”. “O-okay. I’ll be ready...” Lycelia seemed content to leave it there, but Anna spoke again, “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you take me as your apprentice? I’m pretty clearly not all I’m cracked up to be,” she said sadly, gripping the large bulge on her ass. “Everyone has accidents, Anna. The fact that you rarely did was far from the most impressive thing about you. I am going to shape you and your skill with that weapon into one of the deadliest soldiers the world has ever seen. Pissed and shat-in panties be damned,”. Lycelia led Anna to her new home, aboard a fearsome airship. It was the standard black of the Empire, and adorned with blades and spikes, as well. Lycelia showed Anna to the showers, then to her new cabin. After that, she left her to sleep for the night, heading off to who-knows-where. ------------------------------------------------------- Lycelia was glad to finally be away from other people. She retreated to her expansive quarters, which were complete with a large bathroom, shower, and well-stocked diaper changing station. She took her powerful armor off, revealing her well-muscled body and abs, as well as her moderately-sized breasts which were covered by a lacy white bra. However, any observer’s eyes would likely be drawn to the enormously thick, and very dirty diaper that covered her crotch and butt. The word “Colossus” was written upon the diaper. The Colossus, true to its name, made the Titan look puny by comparison. This mammoth diaper was used only in very rare, unique cases. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Lycelia was actually one of the least continent soldiers in the Empire. She wet and soiled herself in nearly every battle she’d ever been in. Her duel today was no exception. Even though Anna had been no match for her, Her bowels and bladder had utterly failed her when Anna began landing hits on her armor. She wore thick armor to conceal the diaper, but that frequently backfired, as the tight armor often caused the mess to be squished up against her, and today was no different. She cleaned herself in the shower, donned another Colossus diaper, and went to bed. Tomorrow she would begin training her new apprentice. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Knights of the Empire The Raid “I am Umira Paleblade,” a proud woman stated, strutting forward. A number of men were gathered around a fire, and one other woman numbered among their ranks. They were from all walks; some were bandits and barbarians, and some were disgraced knights. If some were to be believed, they were exiled nobles. But all here had one common purpose. “Umira Paleblade,” an older man echoed from the opposite end of the campfire, “In two days we are to raid an Imperial convoy. You will need skill and bravery far beyond what most women possess. Will you stand alongside us?”. “I will,” Umira answered, readily, “I sought you out to prove my strength and courage,”. She scanned the cave that they called home, and looked into the eyes of everyone present. The sole other woman in the room seemed to regard her proudly. The Empire had as many friends as it had enemies, and soon this group would make itself known, and capture an Imperial convoy, hoping to access some of the Empire’s advanced technology. It was risky beyond description, but if they pulled it off, it would be a major blow. “Then we are honored to have you stand with us… warrior,” He gestured to the other woman in the cave, “Lorette wished to speak with you before the attack, Umira,”. The rest of the men resumed discussing their plans of attack, and the other woman, Lorette, stood. She was dressed in old, tattered knight’s armor. It had clearly seen many, many battles. Her blonde hair was very short, and very messy. A long scar across her right eye marred her otherwise spotless face. She placed an armored hand on Umira’s shoulder, and led her down one of the cave’s twisting pathways. Umira herself looked the part of a warrior. Outside of the Empire, it was extremely uncommon for women to become soldiers of any kind, so the ones that do must train constantly. Umira put effort into looking like a ferocious killer, and her body was covered only a cloak of bear hide, a “shirt” made of animal leathers that covered her breasts and little else, and a sort-of skirt made from various furs. Hard muscle was plainly visible on her exposed skin, and a set of rigid abs were proudly displayed. Once they had reached their destination, evidently the area of the cave Lorette had made hers, they stopped. “If you’re going to join us in battling the Empire,” Lorette began, as she started fishing through one of her packs, “You’re going to need to know my secret trick,”. “What sort of trick?” “This sort,” Lorette answered, and pulled out what appeared to be a pair of bulky panties. “What? Is that...?” “A diaper, yes, stolen from the Empire,” Umira simply burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the caves. “You laugh, but I promise you will not be laughing when you need it,” Lorette responded, evidently having expected such a reaction. “Why does the Empire have… those?!” “I am not sure. I participated in a raid, and noticed a couple female Imperials wearing them. I found a stash of them, and kept them,” “Do you mean to tell me that you’re wearing… one of those now? Under your armor?” “No, Umira. But when it come time to fight, you’ll wish you had one,” In truth, Lorette was actually wearing a much larger diaper, one stolen from the Empire. They called it the “Vanguard”. “Ridiculous. If I am to piss and shit myself in combat, then may my shame be shown to everyone. I won’t wear something that only hides my failures,”. “If that’s what you want,” Lorette relented, giving a slight shrug. --------------------------------------------------------------- The “blade” of a wooden training sword slammed into Anna’s stomach with incredible speed. She staggered slightly, attempting to catch her breath. The next attack from her instructor caught her in the face, and she spun as she fell down to the ground, landing on her stomach. She felt her bladder begin to empty itself a little. She clamped down hard, but she felt the warmth spread between her legs, soaked up by her diaper. A part of Windhowl’s training regiment, as it happened, was to spar while under the effects of a magic spell that greatly increased one’s need to use the bathroom. Anna was to hold it in as long as possible, but Windhowl was simply too brutal. Her attacks were swift and strong, and frankly, terrifying. Anna had been leaking throughout the entire sparring session, and must have peed about twice as much as she could normally hold by now. Her bowels still obeyed her, at the very least. Both women wore a light training uniform, a simple gray shirt and gray pants, designed to fit snugly yet still be loose enough to allow for easy movement. Anna’s diaper was easily visible by its distinct bulge around her pelvis. As Anna expected, Windhowl had no visible diaper bulge. Whether that meant she was wearing a more discreet brand, or perhaps, no diaper at all, Anna could not tell. Then again, Windhowl’s pants were far more baggy than her own, so a larger diaper could be concealed under them. Windhowl assumed a combat stance, prompting Anna to do the same. The two women attacked each other once more, the harsh clacking of their wooden swords filling the otherwise silent room. As she twisted and contorted her body to parry Windhowl’s rapid strikes, Anna could feel herself freely, openly peeing, as the insidious spell continued to fill her bowels and bladder. And speaking of her bowels, she could feel her body working overtime to vacate itself. Each movement pushed her closer and closer to completely soiling herself. She became sluggish, not daring to move so as not to provoke her bowels, and Windhowl was taking advantage of that. Painful lashes of the wooden blade struck Anna across her body. After taking hit after hit, Anna’s body began forcefully emptying her bladder. An audible hiss filled the room, and Anna’s diaper was filled to capacity. Wet crescents formed on the insides of both of her thighs as her diaper gave up, her gray pants darkening as the urine soaked. Anna looked down in stunned disbelief, utterly humiliated by this lapse in control. She looked back up to see Windhowl’s blade flying towards her. Her distraction cost her dearly, as she was unable to parry or dodge the hit. The wooden blade slammed into her stomach, sending her reeling backwards as she fell to her knees. All the waste that had been pent up in her bowels finally found its way out, and she began messily filling her diaper. The spell had done its trick on her, and she continually crapped herself for nearly twenty seconds. Her diaper barely contained the absolutely massive bulge, and she could feel the warm, sticky substance cover every inch of her backside. Windhowl regarded her with something approximating pity. “Why did you take so long assessing yourself when you urinated?” Windhowl asked. “Because I’m a little unaccustomed to pissing in my pants,” Anna retorted. “Well get used to it. In battle, it’s going to happen a lot, and if you have to take that long to get a hold of yourself, your enemy’s going to a lot worse to you than just make you wet yourself,”. “What, like make me fill my pants, too?” Anna said in quiet scorn, putting her hand on the massive bulge on her butt, feeling it squish under her hand. “Like kill you, Anna” Windhowl said very seriously. “I know, Ma’am, it was a joke,”. “Well, keep your jokes to a minimum. We’re to go out on a mission soon, and I don’t want you to die on your first outing,” Windhowl continued on after this sentence, speaking about their mission, but Anna was focused on something else… While Windhowl’s back was turned, Anna quickly drew her wooden sword, and thrust it towards Windhowl. The blade found its way into one of the commander’s belt loops, and then Anna yanked the blade down as hard as she could. Without much fuss, Lycelia Windhowl’s pants dropped to her ankles, revealing a very large diaper, with little, colorful shapes and patterns on it. Windhowl had stopped mid-sentence, stunned, and red in the face. Anna simply stared in awe. The commander’s diaper was far larger than her own. As Windhowl struggled to regain her senses, she became aware of a growing warmth between her legs. She looked down to see the front of the diaper changing color rapidly, as it filled with her pee. A wet crackle sounded from her butt as she filled her diaper with mess, as well. Anna had a good view of the diaper as it suddenly ballooned out and turned brown in the back. Windhowl’s face had begun turning as-yet unseen shades of red. As she slowly and carefully turned to face her trainee, Anna could feel some more urine leak out into her full diaper upon seeing the commander’s rage-twisted face. “So, uh… I see you also… wear,” Anna cleared her throat, “diapers,”. But Windhowl did not reply. Anna prayed that Windhowl would be gentle. --------------------------------------------------------------- A small Imperial skyship rested close to the ground. Several workers were just finishing their task of delivering supplies to it that would be ferried up to the Empire’s floating city. A few attendants took stock of each crate brought aboard, while several others began priming the ship’s magical circuitry for flight. If nothing went wrong, they’d be on the clouds in roughly thirty minutes. As one of the loading men set his box down to take a quick breath, he barely heard a sound as the knife slipped between his ribs, and punctured his vital organs. One of the rebel men, Asanos, expertly tossed the body behind some crates. Across the docks, he could see as Lorette struck down another loader, their new recruit following just behind her. Several other men caught up with them, and he signalled to storm the skyship. Each of them issued a mighty war cry, and charged up the bridge and onto the ship. The security was overwhelmed almost immediately, as they’d only been equipped to deal with a few people, not the small battalion that had just boarded them. The rebels began subduing and tying up the surviving crew members. Umira was escorting an Imperial woman whose hands were tied behind her back into the room where the rest of the crew had been moved. She shoved the woman into a kneeling position. “Now stay here!” Umira shouted, in her most imposing voice, “Or I’ll paint the ship with your insides!”. The woman who’d just been escorted in lost control of herself, and her blue pants began to darken at the crotch, and twin wet stains spread down her thighs. A puddle began forming underneath her, and a small amount of steam rose from the pool of urine she now sat in. Umira glanced around the room, and saw that this woman was not the only one to wet herself. A number of women now knelt in puddles and wore stained pants. Judging by the smell, more than one had soiled their pants as well. If her understanding of Imperial women was correct, then the ones whose pants weren’t ruined were likely wearing diapers of some sort. It’s quite likely a lot of the wet ones did as well, they had simply overloaded them. “Fucking unbelievable,” Umira began, “Have a little dignity, you cowards!” As the warrior glanced through the doorway, she saw Lorette and Asanos had rounded up the skyship’s leadership. A tall woman in a blue jacket with elegant shoulder pads and white pants had been brought to the center of the deck. Umira assumed that this must be the captain. “How do we pilot this vessel?” Lorette asked the captain. The captain only glared in reply. Lorette leaned in very close to the captain’s face, “We killed anyone who could save you, captain. Cooperate and you may yet live,” The captain’s steely gaze faltered for a second, but returned. “Have it your way,” Lorette said, and drew her sword, swinging for the woman’s throat, but stopping just shy of hitting it. The captain gasped sharply, and she could feel her stomach suddenly feel much lighter, in contrast to how her underwear suddenly felt much heavier. Even from where Umira was watching, the sound of the captain losing control of her bowels was audible. A lumpy, brown bulge formed between the woman’s legs, and the brown stain spread, flowing down her legs a ways. The captain’s face grew red as she noticed her men attempting to pretend they didn’t notice that her Poise Guardian diaper had been completely overwhelmed. “Feeling more cooperative?” Lorette asked, smirking. --------------------------------------------------------------- Anna stood on the top deck of the skyship as it sailed through the clouds. She still wore her training clothes, albeit with panties now and no diaper. She was being forced to mop up the deck, and was certain that Windhowl had instructed everyone else to spill and drop everything they had on this deck. At first, Anna felt that her punishment was extremely lenient, considering the absolutely stunning amount of disrespect she showed her commander. After a couple hours, she understood her punishment well: she’d been allowed to change back into her panties, but Windhowl had never removed the spell that continually filled her bowels and bladder. She was reaching the breaking point, and soon would have to go in her pants, with everyone on deck able to see. Windhowl was not gentle with punishments. She dipped the mop into the bucket of fetid water, cringing at the sloshing noise. She felt her bladder beg, then felt a lance of heat race down her right thigh. She snapped to her senses and clamped down. She looked to her legs, and saw a small, inch-wide stain reaching almost to her right knee. She felt the blood rush to her face, knowing that someone was bound to notice her release. “How’s the floor coming, Anna?” Windhowl asked from behind her. “F-fine, Ma’am!” Anna answered, snapping to attention and saluting the commander. At the sudden change, she leaked slightly more, and a circular damp spot formed around her crotch. “Careful, soldier. You’ll just have more to mop up,” Windhowl turned and began walking away, chuckling slightly. Once she was no longer mandated to stand at attention, Anna shoved her hands into her privates, desperately clenching up. She knew that Windhowl would do something worse to her if she tried to make it to a bathroom. With small tears in her eyes, Anna accepted her punishment, and crouched down. She inhaled, then exhaled, and released her bladder. Wet warmth flooded into her gray pants, drenching her crotch and ass before streaming out of her pants and splattering loudly onto the ground. She dared not open her eyes to look around- she knew anyone on deck could see her. Regrettably, she also knew she wasn’t done. With the same mentality that it would be pointless to hold it, she emptied her bowels, as well. Solid mess entered into her panties. Slowly at first, causing a very slow-growing bulge to appear. With a quick grunt, the mess rocketed out, and her pants and panties tented out, before the log crumpled and more mess came out of her. The bulge began to spread to the sides, not being able to reach out any further. She felt the hot, sticky mess mix with the wetness in her pants, creating the perfect mess. With her pants completely soiled, she stood, ignoring the stares from her crewmates, and set about mopping up her puddle of urine. --------------------------------------------------------------- “This is Captain Shayla of the skyship Cloudkeeper, we are under attack!” A small crystal ball reflected an image of the Cloudkeeper’s captain, her SOS being received by Windhowl. The reflection of the captain looked behind her in alarm, then back at Windhowl, “A large number of attackers have boarded my ship, and are ransacking Imperial supplies!”. Windhowl summoned her crew, and informed of their new mission: to save the Cloudkeeper. --------------------------------------------------------------- Umira and several others were rifling through the many crates aboard the Cloudkeeper, pocketing anything of value. Of course, much of it were strange devices that they did not understand. Lorette had urged them to be careful, but Umira saw no cause for concern from these toys. Eventually she found a box marked “TRAINING - F” and popped it open. She was eager to see what sort of implements the Empire used to train its- of course. Diapers. Half the crate was laden with diapers of varying size. Fucking Imperials. “Hey Lorette!” Umira shouted, catching the knight’s attention. “Got a present for ya!,” the warrior shouted, throwing a bulky diaper at Lorette’s face, but she caught it before it made contact. She blushed upon realizing what was thrown to her. Umira laughed a bit, as did several of the other individuals looting the ship. Umira turned her attention back to the crate, and a small talisman caught her eye. She picked it up, and held it to the light. It appeared to be a magical device of some sort, but Umira couldn’t discern its purpose. It looked like a small, purple gem embedded in a gray, circular plate. She turned it over in her hands repeatedly, before roughly tapping the gem with her knuckle. As she did so, the gem’s color faded, and this cold sensation washed over her body for a moment. Slightly worried, she looked herself over, but could not find anything amiss. Whatever the item was, it had cast some sort of spell on her. She tossed the talisman away, and cracked open another chest. In the middle of looting, however, she felt a very sudden need to urinate. She rose, and exited the room. She found herself in some hallway in the ship, looking for a restroom. She wasn’t the most civilized individual, but she wasn’t crazy about the thought of her comrades walking in on her pissing on the floor. She looked around, feeling her urge growing stronger. Her strong, muscled thighs clamped together to keep from wetting herself, but she could tell it would be for nothing if she didn’t find a bathroom immediately. She began just randomly opening doors, and hoping to see a lavatory. She came upon one door, and opened it to see an Imperial woman standing inside. Umira hopped back in shock, filled with disgust at the several lines of warmth that now traced their way down her legs. Her damp crotch filled her with shame, but her shame was significantly overshadowed by her anger at this woman who had not been captured. Umira drew her small war axe, and walked towards the woman. The Imperial backed up until her back was against the wall. With nowhere else to go, the woman closed her eyes and waited for death. A loud brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaap-fssshhhhcht filled the room as the woman filled her pants, the giant load now resting against her asscheeks. She emptied her bladder as well, hard enough that Umira could hear the hissing. The lack of staining on the Imperial’s pants indicated that she must have been wearing a diaper. Umira took another step forward, but the sight of this woman completely soiling herself caused her to notice just how badly she needed to relieve her bowels, as well. Her bladder continued to scream for release. Another few streams coursed down her legs, her tan panties soaking up the release. She clamped her thighs together, feeling the warmth radiating from her crotch. At the other end, she felt the tip of her mess meeting her panties. It was only through sheer force of will that she kept from losing control completely. The Imperial woman opened her eyes to see why she wasn’t dead yet, and gave an understanding look as she saw the woman on the cusp of losing it. “D-do y-y-you need to… go?” The Imperial asked. “No, be quiet!” Umira replied hotly. “T-there’s some p-protection in that chest, there,” She said, pointing to a footlocker. Umira knelt and opened it, revealing an adult diaper. Her face went red with equal parts embarrassment and fury. “P-please, just take it and let me go...” The Imperial begged. “RRRRRAGH What is it with you Imperials and your constant pissing and shitting yourselves?!” Umira shouted, despite her own situation. She refused to be like them. She steeled herself, and stood, regaining control over her body. Her legs were damp, and her panties wet, but she managed to hold most of her waste. She moved to the Imperial, and grabbed her by the shoulder, leading her into the hostage room. Once she was secured, Umira made her way to the deck. Just in time, it seems, to see the ship’s captain giving Lorette a lesson in how to operate the skyship. In the middle of the lecture, however, the captain chuckled at something. She turned suddenly, and looked up at the clouds above them. In the blink of an eye, a massive shadow appeared behind them, and a colossal skyship broke through, blotting out the sun. At the sight of the incoming ship, Umira’s mind began racing. She tried to count just how many fighters the ship could hold, how fast it was moving, how long they had to get away, and- Pssssssssssssssssh… She stood with her legs parted, a solid stream of urine falling between her legs, splattering onto the ground. Several rivulets wound down her legs, cascading into her boots. She urinated for upwards of thirty seconds. The mess that had been poking against her panties earlier now slid out with no resistance. A crackling sound accompanied her fearful reaction, and her firm logs of waste tented out her panties, and caused them to sag down far. Hardly anyone on the deck was looking at her, but that still didn’t stop her from being completely ashamed of herself. Asanos spoke up, “Grab whatever you can, we need to leave, now!”. --------------------------------------------------------------- “So what supplies were taken?” Windhowl asked in a professional tone. “Mostly food and unimportant resources. I don’t think they knew what was worth taking,” The Cloudkeeper’s captain responded, shuffling in embarrassment as she stood in front of the mighty Lycelia Windhowl with a load in her pants. “We’re still taking stock, but I don’t believe anything critical was lost-” “Captain, if I may…?” A young female officer asked. The wet stains on her legs and smell that followed her were telling. “Proceed,” “They actually did take some sensitive materials: some of the more… feminine supplies,”. After a moment, both Windhowl and the captain realized what she meant. Windhowl spoke in a grave voice, “That’s not good. The Ministry can cover up these sorts of things in the Empire, but we can’t let word get out among the lower kingdoms. We’ll have to get those… supplies back, and fast,”. “The Cloudkeeper and her crew are happy to help however we can, Commander,”. --------------------------------------------------------------- Squish. Squish. Squish. With every step, Umira could feel her release mushing about in her panties. Her wet legs were chill in the breeze as the group travelled through the forest. Out of everyone and everything, she was the angriest at herself for having such poor control. How did she not realize how badly she had to go? “Changed your mind?” Lorette asked, in a tone that suggested she already knew the answer. “What?” “About my security that I offered you,” “...No. I stand by what I said. This is my shame to bear,” “How honorable,” “So how about you? Did you wind up needing that thing?” Umira asked, gesturing towards the knight’s pelvic region. “Not too badly,” Lorette lied. In truth, her diaper was soaked and filled to capacity. Her armor kept the extent of her accident from being visible. It also tightly held her wetness and mess against her, squishing it flat. “Perhaps in the future, you’ll listen to me when I try to help you,” “Perhaps in the future, you’ll realize I don’t want you help,” Umira replied, nonchalantly hiking her panties up to keep them from sagging further. For the time being, they had to go into hiding with their new supplies. The Empire would not take this lightly, and they would be hunted.
  15. View File awesome bike ride in white spandex tights and abriform diaper -huge poop in the already very wet diaper huge poop in the already very wet diaper - see what happened before: comments are welcome Submitter femboydl Submitted 06/05/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay
  16. Diaper Game - How to Play How to play Hello wary adventurer! Welcome to the world of DiaperLand (The Internet) in here, you'll find many dangerous creatures, but I'll help to make sure your safe! How to start: In this game, you can play by yourself or assemble a selection of you and 3 other friends, each using a separate class. Each class has separate skills and benefits that only they have, they also can collect/equip different versions of a diaper, giving slightly different stats that the last. Imagine this game is like dungeons and dragons. Battles: In battle, you'll pick (one of) your skills, items or normal attack (A). When you pick that attack, skill or item, you'll effect the enemy with either BS damage or a status effect. When your turn is over the enemy (AI (Me)) will use one of their skills to attack you, inflicting BS damage or a status effect. Damage types and effects: - Hypnosis (instant loss of all bladder/bowel control (insta kill), takes time to build up). Note: when someone is hypnotizing you, they can't attack anyone else and only do a certain amount of build up per turn. - Feces Damage (You loose 2 BS, but, if your BS reaches 0 or less, you loose 2 padding, plus, you take the Stink Effect) - Stink (You cannot heal, use items or skills for a turn) - BS damage (You lose 1 BS, until it reaches 0, when it does, you loose 1 padding) - Urine damage (You loose 1 Padding - Flood Damage (You loose 2 Padding, plus, doubles all skill cool downs and forces you to use chance attacks (I.e Stinky) until your skills aren't on cool-down) Note: this is applied when you take overkill BS damage (1-2=-1 BS) Stats: BS (Bladder Strength) - how much strain you can take before leaking. Note: When you reach 0, it will refill after you take -1 Padding. Mind - what level your character's intelligence is, this increases the chance of doubling up a status effects (1 being the worst, 5 being the best), it also determines how much hypnosis damage you can take before your rendered empty. Padding - how much pee/feces your diaper can take before you lose. Cool-Down - how many turns it takes to replenish that specific skill. Class: Timmy Stats: Padding- 2, BS- 3, Mind- 2 Weapon: Baby Rattle (D) Clothing: Babyish shirt Diaper: PPP (D) Skills: Rattler - Distract the enemy with loud rattle noises! (-2 BS) 1 cool-down Stinky - You split the air with a fart worse than death! (Apply the stink effect to all enemies) 0 cool-down. Note: You have a small chance to poop yourself with every use) Normal attack: You poke your enemy in the diaper, causing them to become distracted (-1 BS). Perks: - Poop Proof Padding (PPP): Feces Damage does only 1 padding damage to Tim - Stinky Baby: Messing his diaper inspires Tim to be a baby, appling the 'Stinky Baby' status affect. This affect doubles your damage until your diaper leaks. Bio: Tim is an average boy aged 15, he's 5'8, slim build and (obviously) loves diapers. He usually wears medium sized diapers that host very little detail on them, but always assures his buns are protected with Poop Proof Padding! Class: Izzy Stats: Padding- 4, BS- 1, Mind- 5 Weapon: Erotic Comic (D) Clothing: Jumper (Hoodie), Shorts and Bene Diaper: Smart Diaper (D) Skills: Hypnotism: Using your comic, you build up the Hypnosis effect on an enemy. (0 cool-down). Erotic tension: Flick through your 'comic' book, pleasuring you and your allies with a random positive effect (i.e +1 Mind) whilst distracting your enemies (-1 BS). 2 cool-down. Note, with every use, you have a chance to wet yourself (-1 Padding). Normal attack: You tickle the enemy, loosening their grip over their bladder (-1 BS). Perks: - Smart Diaper: Your diaper can dry the urine wept from your bladder, once it's entered it. (You gain +1 Padding every 2 turns you don't pee) - Bodily Confusion: Your body isn't capable of releasing feces through your bowels, instead, you'll urinate brownish liquid, dealing only half the status effects as normal. Bio: Izzy is a 16 year old girl, around 5'1 in height with a skinny build and flat chest. She rocks the smart diaper, designed to look like the future of padding, but what makes them so special is that they bloat instead of absorbing bodily liquids. Class: James Stats: Padding- 3, BS- 2, Mind- 3 Weapon: Water pistol Clothing: Swimming rashie, speedos Diaper: Swim diaper Skills: Laxative Chip: You throw a Laxitive laced cookie to an enemy. If the enemy has less than 4 mind, they will eat it. This causes stink and feces damage. Note: every time you use this, the cookie looks more delicious to you. (You may eat it with every use, causing immediate defecation (-2 padding) 3 cool-down. 'Water' Balloon: You throw a water balloon onto an enemy (-2 BS) 2 cool-down. Normal attack: You squirt the enemy with your water gun! (-1 BS) Perks: - Swimming Diapered: your mind merges with the feeling of liquid, making you love the wetness between your crotch. When you pee for the first time in battle, your character will flood their diaper, but will gain +3 BS on top of their original BS. - Playful: When your character floods their diaper, they will begin to 'play' with their padding. Every turn, you gain +1 BS after wetting/flooding a diaper, this will only heal your BS. Bio: James is a 14 year old boy, with a light tan and average (5'5) height. He enjoys the feel of a swim diaper more than your average speedos (which he wears over his diaper), even if they have a babyish design. Class: Jennifer Stats: Padding- 3, BS- 4, Mind- 3 Weapon: Phone (D) Clothing: Short skirt, Onesie Diaper: Extra-Soft/Large Skills: Regression: Take hold of an enemy, whilst playing a regression video on your phone. Applies the Hypnosis effect to that enemy. Breast Fed: Grab an enemy and force them to suckle on your tit. If you aren't attacked within a turn, the enemy will urinate themselves (-1 Padding). 4 cool-down. Normal attack: Play sounds of a tap dripping on your phone to an enemy (-1 BS). Perks: - Motherly: If an Ally is defeated in battle, you regain +1 BS with every attack. - Equality: You cannot be effected badly by your attacks and you'll only take padding damage from the flooding effect. Bio: Jennifer is a 17 year old girl, who rocks Double D's and a height of 5'8. This girl enjoys the feeling of a plain white diaper, with the softness of a cloud.
  17. Yo, so it's finally time to get my version of EoS off the ground! I decided to be lazy and essentially just reuse a story chapter I wrote several months back instead of making something all new, for the simple reason that everything about the female Kirito that I wanted to change from Darksyn's version had already been incorporated on some level into that chapter and I just didn't feel like rewriting it all since this version isn't old enough to suck. So I just took the version from that and modified it to fit its new setting. This story as a whole will be my highly personalized version of the premise that Darksyn is using to write his version. My version of this story is probably going to be absolutely nothing like his version, but I thought it would be instructive to tell you all the main ways that it will differ aside from having a different story. First off, while Darksyn's and mine will both have yuri, the pairings will be different. Darksyn's will be Kiriko/Asuna, whereas mine will be a yuri harem centered around my own completely differently written Kiriko. Second, Darksyn's will have a wide variety of fetish content, both diapered and not, while mine will find a way to put literally every main female lead in diapers relatively quickly after they're introduced. Third, Darksyn's Kiriko will have a DEX/AGI build, while mine will have a STR/AGI hybrid build (also, mine is going to be a solo player who eventually becomes more overpowered than canon Kirito, but you probably won't think of her as a Sue by the time she is). Fourth and finally, the stat scaling for player and monster attributes will, as far as I can tell, be completely different (in my game, no player will start out with more than ten in any stat, and even getting above five in a stat at level one is rare). That's about it. There's not gonna be any fetish content for a few chapters, fair warning. I tend to prefer to take the time to make my readers care about the characters and the setting before delving into that stuff. The bathroom needs system will still be present in the story before the fetish content, however. With everything I wanted to say out of the way, read on! Era of Survival: Rise of the Empress Chapter One: A Little Project “Big sis, I'm going out for kendo practice!” The call came from the other side of my bedroom door. I had expected something like this – I'd heard the footsteps as the speaker approached my room loud and clear. I knew that my sister, Suguha, was probably waiting there for any response I could give. Even a simple, one-word reply would have been enough to satisfy her. Despite this, I didn't say a word or even make a sound. My feet, which I had been dragging from side to side across my stained wooden floor before she approached, had come to a complete halt. Consequently, my black leather computer chair stopped swiveling around, matching my complete stillness and silence to the letter. The door was locked, as it usually was when I was in my room, so she couldn't just come in whenever she felt like it. Her only way of checking on me was to come up to the door and listen for my voice or sounds of movement. And because she was even more painfully straightforward than I was, she didn't even think of not announcing her presence so obviously, so she called out each time, giving me every chance I needed to react like this. Knowing all of these things and taking full advantage of them, I remained as quiet and still as humanly possible in order to wait her out. I didn't want her to know I was even awake. And since it was Sunday, the idea that I could still be sleeping in was conceivable, even at such a late time as twelve-fifty in the afternoon. Eventually, my plan worked. After a grand total of ten seconds of waiting, she began speaking again. “I prepared lunch for you. It's in the fridge whenever you get hungry. In case you're asleep, I'll text you about it in a bit. I'll be hanging out with the club after practice, so I won't be back to log into that game you recommended until tonight. See you then, sis…” I listened to the sound of the footsteps walking away from my room with an ounce of guilt. It wasn't really my style to just give her the silent treatment like this. My reasons for avoiding my sister weren't even her fault – in fact, they had nothing to do with her at all. The only connection they had was that all of my anger, acrimony, and outright hatred was currently directed at her mother… In other words, my aunt. Suguha and I weren't really siblings, but I still thought of her as one because we were very close growing up. Her mother, on the other hand, could barely hide her resentment of me for most of my life, and I'd picked up on it before I was even toilet trained. By this point, I was pretty sure it was because I reminded her of her sister – my real mom – whom I knew was my grandfather's favorite child. A fact which I knew because the old geezer never shut up about it or how I was the spitting image of my mom. And due to a string of events at school over the past year, we were having a difference of opinions over our living arrangements. I wanted to move somewhere else, to basically run away from some people I'd accidentally alienated, I did admit, and well… she didn't like that idea. In all fairness, she had the stronger argument on her side, but the way she was handling the problem didn't exactly scream parental figure of the year. “I already bailed your sorry ass out of one school system, kid. I'm not doing it again for a reason that isn't even half as valid like this.” My current personal pick for the next cover model of Punchable Face Magazine actually said that right to my face just the night before. Was I supposed to thank her for doing what any sensible parent would have done in light of the circumstances? Even right after she blatantly told me my current problems weren't important enough to warrant similar actions? "Go to hell, Midori," I muttered under my breath, making sure to be quiet in case my sister was still in the house. What a joke. That jealous hussy just wanted to watch me suffer in a way that my real mom, who was dynamic, outgoing and didn't struggle to be social or keep her friends, never did. The only thing I seemed to inherit from my mother was her physique, from the well developed figure to the incredibly short height. My personality, intelligence and thought patterns? They basically came straight from my dad with no alterations, as much as I hated it most of the time. This was why I didn't want to talk to Suguha at the moment. I couldn't let it slip that I was fighting with her mom. Or even worse, let it slip that her mom was my aunt, and that we were actually cousins, which I had tactfully kept hidden from her for the past five years. So until my emotions cooled down a little, I had decided to hold off on speaking with my sister as much as possible. BZZ-BZZ This noise, coupled with a subtle shaking feeling coming from the inside pocket of my dark gray denim jacket, interrupted my thoughts to notify me that I'd received an email. A single buzz would have been a text, and three of them would have been an app notification, but the presence of only two, along with the current time, told me exactly what to expect. Rather than get out my phone, I swung my computer chair around to face my desk, where three large, high-resolution monitors, both blackened due to inactivity, stood next to each other in a way that made them look like the three obtusely angled sides of a trapezoid in a geometry problem. Under the desk, there was another surface, attached to the one above it with a sliding mechanism. It was currently rolled under the desk, hiding what I kept there. I slid it out, and a keyboard and computer mouse appeared over my bare frightfully pale legs, still kept slender yet toned from my kendo days and the regular indoor weight training routine I’d kept even after I quit the sport. Since I almost never went outside except to go home, to school, or to certain stores, my skin looked significantly closer to that of a white American than that of a Japanese girl. In fact, my own family members all had considerably darker skin than I did, and they weren't even super huge on outdoor exercise or outdoor activity in general. When boys around me at school thought I couldn't hear, many of them described it as a charm point… and coupled with the other such points they'd discuss, I usually had to fight back a shudder of revulsion and the urge to slap them across the face. Knowing my bizarrely and disproportionately high physical strength, I could very possibly snap their necks by accident if I actually went through with a slap like that. Shaking my head to clear it of such morbid thoughts, I shifted the mouse, and all three monitors lit up, showing three different screens. The cursor moved to the one on the far right, which showed my work email inbox. It had just updated to show the new mail I'd received. The sender was just the person I'd been expecting to hear from around this point. I clicked on it, and it popped up in a little miniature window on the side of the screen. Sender: Kayaba-Sensei Subject: A Quick Notification I trust that your copy of EoS came safely in the mail. I wanted to inform you that upon successfully logging in for the first time, your account will be that of a normal player. Your developer status has been suspended to make it fair on the other players. That was all it said. I'd been corresponding with him since shortly before summer vacation, and to date, he'd never sent a message longer than a mid-sized paragraph. He was very brief and to the point, always conveying everything he needed to and nothing more. The honorific I used to refer to him, sensei, was purely sarcastic. He was hands down the smartest person I'd ever met, but as much as I'd tried to learn from him about his craft, the man had never taught me a damn thing I didn't already know. Sometimes I got the distinct impression that he avoided telling me anything new just to screw with me, but he was more the serious type, so it didn't really add up. And besides, though he never directly taught me anything, he sure didn’t keep me from learning things on his own, like the programming language he literally invented from scratch for the game he’d just called EoS. Said game, the acronym of which stood for Era of Survival, was a little project he'd been working on for quite some time. It was an MMORPG, and the first of its kind on the particular hardware it used. Back around the time summer vacation was about to start, Kayaba scouted me as a beta tester. He found me through my blog, where I built and sold custom high end computers, often with modified operating systems to fit the recipient, and had quite the reputation for being one of the best and most reasonably priced in my field throughout all of Japan. I also did computer repairs and upgrades, reviewed new parts shortly after they came out, and gave advice to people looking to build one themselves, which only added to my popularity. Still, my reputation aside, it never really added up how he managed to find me. After all, I was a computer nerd, albeit a multifaceted and successful one, and he was a revolutionary quantum physicist who happened to have an interest in the gaming industry for reasons I never understood. Realistically speaking, our paths shouldn't have normally crossed. Yet he contacted me through my blog's dedicated email, asking to meet up, and after asking me a few really odd questions, he offered to let me take the last slot of EoS' closed beta, which would take place over summer vacation. As was probably obvious, I accepted, and he gave me a developer account to allow me to see all of the under-the-hood functions of the game. I also had a direct contact line to the programming staff in case I noticed anything that needed adjusting, which I had admittedly used a few times to iron out some particularly big problems I’d found. To be perfectly honest, I was glad that he had decided to take my developer account away. Considering I still vividly remembered everything I'd learned from it, suspending it wouldn't exactly remove my unfair advantage from a knowledge standpoint, but at the very least, I'd have an equal standing with the rest of the players. I didn't like being special in ways I could avoid it, so having a developer account had always bugged me during the test period. Deciding that by this point, there was no way that my sister was still in the house, I clicked the reply button, entered a new subject header, and began typing out my response. I kept it short and to the point, as in tone with that of the message he sent to me as I could muster. Subject: Too late for fairness Considering my memory is eidetic, the damage has kind of been done in terms of giving me an unfair advantage. But I'm still grateful for the gesture, since I'd like to appear as normal as possible, and having a purple "Dev" next to my player name wouldn't exactly make that easy. The game got here just fine, by the way. You did send it first class, after all. I've already got the cartridge in my Nerve Gear, which I set up for use again yesterday, so at this point, I'm just waiting for the hour to turn so I can play. After finishing, I hit send, and the message composition window disappeared. It occurred to me that most people in my shoes probably would have been total kiss-asses. However, it never really occurred to me to treat him as someone special, even if he most certainly was such. Because at the end of the day, whatever his reasoning was, he was the one who sought me out to play his game, not the other way around. So at the very least, this meant he held me in some regard from the start. I got his attention by doing what I normally did, so I never saw any reason to change my behavior. Finished with my correspondence for the moment, my eyes turned to the web page open on my far left monitor. It was a live countdown to EoS’ launch time, down to the thousandth of a second. It was telling me I had about six minutes to kill before the server went online – enough time to take care of the remaining preparations. First on the list, I shifted my gaze to the monitor in the middle, which had my blog’s front page loaded. I wanted to let my followers know I’d be playing the game all day, and therefore that I wouldn’t receive their emails until nighttime. I moved my mouse over to the text box which said “New Blog Entry Here,” then clicked on it and immediately began to type. Just a heads up to all followers and customers, both current and potential: I’ll be playing Era of Survival all day since it launches today, so all emails you send will be responded to after I log off late tonight. Thanks for your patience and understanding! And to those of you whom I convinced to get one of the hundred thousand first release EoS copies: I’ll see you in the game! I’ll be going by the same name I do on this blog for easy identification. And just a heads up: if even a single one of you fuckers steals my username’s normal spelling, you will be entitled to one brutal in game death a day, courtesy of yours truly! See you all online! My message to my followers complete, I quickly hit send and swiveled the chair around to face my room, takins survey of the task that lay before me. The floor wouldn't exactly count as spotless, but it was very well organized. Anything that took up space on the floor was properly packaged or put away – nothing was just lying around messily. However, when my eyes moved about a meter up, I found a completely different picture before me. In the center of the bedroom, I had three card tables set up. Not a single one of them had any spot with even ten centimeters of free space in any direction. Almost all of the surface area was taken up by ongoing projects – at least five half built computers stood out like mountainous islands among everything else strewn about the tables, each surrounded by an amalgam of parts that still needed to be physically installed. I probably didn't have time to finish any of them or make any room, so I turned to the right, coming face to face with my bed, the entrance to my room, and my dark violet walls that I got painted shortly after moving in. I had wanted to paint them black or dark gray, but my aunt vetoed both of those, telling me that having a room those colors would only make my depression worse, which she said would defeat the whole purpose of moving to a new house. So I settled for a very deep purple, since I'd been told all my life that my anomalous bluish gray eyes looked violet in the right lighting. My bedroom door was a bit atypical for a Japanese household, but not incredibly rare – rather than having a sliding door, I had a European-styled wooden door, with a bronze-colored metal knob that could lock from the inside. This was an absolute necessity from my standpoint, and it was honestly the reason we chose this house specifically – its doors locked and if they were locked, you couldn't just force them open. My queen-sized bed had a memory foam mattress that I didn't have when we bought the house. Instead, I bought it a few months later, as the first purchase I made in full with my own earnings from the computer business I'd started. However, at this point, one could not see the mattress directly, because of the presence of plain navy blue sheets, leopard skin-patterned blankets that I'd bought on a whim, and three fully built laptops that were currently situated on the bed. The two at the foot, which I kept there with no worries since my feet didn't even reach that far down even when I stretched out, were ones I'd built for the purpose of selling that I still needed to modify the operating systems of. The third laptop, currently charging on my extremely fluffy pillow, was what I currently used for running my blog from the bed when I didn’t want to get up, making purchases, and the occasional gaming session in bed. This was what needed to move – in order to play the game that was about to go online, I'd need to lie down in bed and make use of the pillow currently occupied by my portable computer. I stood up, walking over to my bed and grabbing my laptop with both hands. Setting it on the floor for the moment, I then turned to my large, whitish, oak wood nightstand, my eyes zeroing in on one particular device sitting next to the lamp. It was a streamlined helmet colored a dark blue, with an emerald green visor in front to cover one's eyes and a long, blue cord stretching out of the back end, the color of which matched the helmet. That cord was already plugged into the wall – I'd set it up the night before. I grabbed the helmet and set it on my pillow, the pillowcase of which matched the leopard print of my blanket. I made sure to be as careful as humanly possible when setting it down and moving the cord – if I somehow accidentally damaged it at this stage, I wouldn't be able to play EoS for days, possibly weeks. These things were sold out in stores all across the nation. After making sure everything was perfectly fine, I grabbed my laptop from the floor and set it in the spot on my nightstand where the helmet had once been, with notably less care than I'd used just before. That damn computer was durable as hell, so I didn't need to worry about it nearly as much. I cast another glance to the live countdown. Three minutes left before I could start playing. As much as I hated adding to the stereotype, I had to admit that the passage of time seemed excruciatingly slow now that I was paying close attention to it. I didn't want to be even a second late in logging in to make sure I got to use my username instead of some random troll, so I couldn't really leave my room, and there was nothing left to do inside it that wouldn't take more time than I had. With nothing left to do, I sat down on my bed, deciding to just get ready a few minutes early. I swung my bare legs onto the bed, absently noting that I'd gone the entire day so far without changing or putting on any clothes aside from my jacket, which was more of a comfort than anything else. I'd just kept wearing what I'd slept in, like usual – this time, a dark gray shirt and a set of black lace underwear that I'd received from an asshole family member as my fourteenth birthday present the month before. While the message of “get laid” that such a gift sent was irredeemably insensitive and somewhat cruel to me, I'd taken to wearing them anyway, because no matter how much I hated that idiot for giving them to me, they were certainly very comfortable, and they were also my favorite color. The fact that they were comfy was weird in and of itself, because they were lace, and therefore not supposed to be as comfortable as what I normally wore. I'd done a little researching shortly after receiving them and I'd found that the brand my family member had chosen was actually really high end, and that it typically made underwear with both fashion and comfort in mind. Knowing I'd probably just killed another thirty seconds, I made a grab for the helmet on my pillow. Turning it a little as it rose through the air, I gently slid it on my head, then shifted around a little on the bed before inevitably lying down. I didn't even bother getting under the covers – though winter was quickly approaching, I still didn't feel cold. Everyone in my family seemed to be remarkably temperature insensitive, to the point that changes in temperature that weren't at least five degrees would go completely unnoticed unless we constantly monitored the thermostat. As I lay there waiting, my eyes wandered around the visor of the helmet I wore. There were two displays, both very small, showing across the whole thing. Those displays would not be visible at all unless one was wearing the helmet – they appeared on the visor using the same technology that EoS ran on. It directly displayed the images to one's brain as pre-interpreted visual data, so there was no need for the displays to actually be on the visor. On the far right, in the upper corner, there was a battery icon. Mine indicated that it was both fully charged and plugged in, the latter detail being shown by a lightning bolt in the middle of the battery. Which made sense, considering it had been charging all night, and even before that, I hadn't used the thing since EoS’ beta, where I always kept it fully charged and ready for action. The other display, situated in the upper right corner, told the current time in text about the size of the battery icon. It only had hours and minutes, no seconds, and it was a twenty-four hour clock, rather than a twelve hour one. As I looked at it, the readout said 12:59. All this super slow-paced thinking had worked marvelously for killing time. Although how I actually managed the feat of slowing down my normally light speed thought processes was a bit of a mystery. I knew I could do it on command, but I'd never figured out how it worked. I had less than a minute to go. This was the most excited I'd felt in months – back in the beta, I'd been positively addicted to EoS, and I'd spent more time playing it than I did anything else, to the point that I'd forgone meals and sleep regularly to keep going. Even though I wouldn't be able to put the same amount of time into it now, during the school year and with my computer business not on hold, I still planned to play as much as possible for someone with my schedule. At long last, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the clock turned to 13:00. Filled with joy and anticipation, as soon as the numbers on the readout changed, I uttered a single phrase, just two English words. The words that, unbeknownst to me, would be the catalyst of an event that would change my life forever. “Link start!” Well, what do you think? Personally I'm of the thought that for an installment that was mostly written seven months ago, it holds up with my current stuff pretty decently. But you guys are the judge of that, not me! Be sure to let me know how I did. If you're one of the people who has also read the original version of this chapter over on FFN (I'm looking at you, Shirou), be sure to tell me if you think the changes to this version made it better or worse, too! I'm kind of on the fence about whether I want to continue using the story this first chapter came from as a base for the next chapter as well. See, I'd have to rework a lot more of the next chapter in order to make it work correctly, because the original version was set in a death game version of Gun Gale Online, and as such was futuristic rather than old-fashioned. It'd take almost as much effort to rework it as it would to simply write the next chapter from scratch... but if I went with using the existing chapter as a base, you'd get to see scenes from Klein's perspective. What do you think I should do? One way or another, I'll see you next time!
  18. So, let me just start by saying this is my first fanfic and let alone first fic in general that it involves using characters from a series. But I did try to put my all into this one and see how it goes if well received I may do more with the story if not you can consider this just a sort of 1 shot that I can learn from in the future (We all start somewhere right?) Criticism is loved and appreciated. Anyway on with the show and I do hope you enjoy, _____________________________________________________________________________________ Perhaps it was sheer bad luck? Or maybe it was just the fact that today was going to be a bad day, it didn’t start this bad woke up on my keyboard after a long night of gaming and had to quickly get ready for school nothing new for me all considering… That’s when things fell apart of course school just seemed to drag on Asuna who is my childhood best friend nagged me about my tendencies wasn’t helping my mood much which I think she got the hint when she realized I didn’t bother touching the lunch she made for me… So, I was hungry, thirsty and classes droned on all day the usual crap being called a ghoul or a ghost because of my overly pale skin and while I had a feminine look… I was a late bloomer my chest was pretty much flat and I still had a baby face according to my aunt though that could just be teasing for all I know. Right, right back on track my point is today sucked more than usual so I suppose it only made sense that I was sitting in my room staring at my closet twiddling my thumbs and chewing on my lip… Sugu wasn’t home and my Aunt wasn’t either. This would probably be one of the only chances I would get to enjoy myself I stood up brushing my lengthy black hair to the side as I opened up the closet and opened up the cardboard box sitting within… Staring inside I felt the smile tugging at my cheeks just looking in it got me all giddy… Diapers… Yeah, diapers I know what a strange and weird thing to be giddy about? Diapers of all things well I suppose it started- No, no not going to bother getting into that whole mess I’ll just outright say it I enjoy wearing them even using them… I can’t really argue I feel ashamed about enjoying such a thing I don’t even get to experience often let alone the full treatment… I’m what people call an ABDL? I think that’s the term. Anyway, I enjoy the idea of being babied and wearing diapers I mean it isn’t something that I would 24/7 turn my entire life into but it is something that I would love to just enjoy and do without all the worry of family or friends finding out but that is a sob story for later right now there was a package of diapers and I intended to at least put one of them to use. I quickly went to work undoing my skirt and letting it fall around my ankles kicking it off, proceeding by removing my black leggings and sliding them off revealing my pale white legs and purple panties that I had worn the previous day… I was in rush today alright? I took those off and quickly snatched up a diaper from the box… I only had the diapers no other changing supplies or anything like that I did not exactly have the allowance to afford it that and I couldn’t just go up to my aunt and say, “Hey can you buy me stuff for my fetish?” It’s just wrong and humiliating to do so granted my Aunt is a rather understanding and kind person but I refuse to take advantage of that. Getting beyond that I placed the diaper around my crotch letting the crinkly plastic material wrap its self around it as I grabbed both the front and back and flopped onto my bed my butt sinking into the padding as I went to work on taping the diaper on properly… It had been awhile since I had gotten to do something like this and I planned to savor every single moment of it. Once the diaper was all snug and comfortable I wiggled some standing up and looking into my bedroom mirror, my cheeks turning a shade of pink as I gave the padding a few pats and rubs… It was well, to be honest, comfortable honestly nothing could make this better… Well one thing could ever since I realized today was just going to be one of those long drawn out bad days I had not bothered going to the bathroom and thus my need to expel my bladder was something that I been holding back for a while… I felt my cheeks warm up at the thought as I stripped my school jacket and shirt off and replacing it with a plain black tank top. I exited my room heading for the living room every step I made giving an audible crinkle Sugu was out probably at Kendo practice and aunty was probably busy at work which meant I had the house to myself for a while and did not have to worry about a thing eventually reaching the couch I sat down on the couch sinking into the seat as I let myself visibly relax giggling some. I rubbed my legs together as I moved my hand in front of my padding closing my eyes as I mumbled to myself as I felt the seat of my padding begin to grow warm before it went all the way up to my crotch my ears focused on the hissing as liquid hit against the plastic padding and adsorbed the intentional accident I was having. I giggled as I experienced the warm afterglow of the accident relaxing more into the couch “Hehe hadda accident.” I gave the front of the diaper a soft squeeze before rubbing it some relaxing even more into the seat until something unexpected decided to come out. My padding puffed out as unexpected noise of me farting interrupted my rest and relaxation… I had to poop as well? I was almost tempted to just get up and go to the bathroom the smell would be an annoyance and I’d have to spray the living room. As you can probably guess I didn’t I decided to get up off the couch only for a moment before I buckled my legs some to where I was squatting before I began to push, another fart released from my rear end puffing out the diaper some more and not long after I began to feel the backside of the padding warm up as I began to slowly let go into the back of my padding once covering as much space as possible the mess in my diaper began to move up to near the front in order to make room for more. Eventually, I was done letting out a huff as I moved my hand to my backside “…I-I went poopy.” I giggled rubbing my bloated backside the bulge and the distasteful smell entering the air making it clear of what I did and before I even had the chance to react an unexpected voice entered my ears making my entire body freeze and my eyes snap wide open. “K-k-Kazuto!?” My brain began to work at hyper speed trying to think of what to say but nothing could come out I was trapped and frozen my mouth hanging open as I was slack-jawed the only sound coming up was a whine of terror… How had I entirely forgotten today was me and Asuna’s study session, usually it was at Asuna’s place much to the distaste of her mother, but still today happened to of been the exception I had said my place… Because nobody was going to be home so there was no chance of any interruptions… I had no clue how to get out of this situation? How long had she been watching? How long had she been standing there? Eventually, my mind came to the conclusion that I better at least respond “U-uh it’s not what it-“Before I could even finish my line of speech she had quickly retorted and a rather more embarrassed tone it didn’t sound of a venom of disgust or rage. “D-do you need help?” …Well, now my brain could not even think properly that or I had passed out and this was all a dream my childhood friend was asking if I needed help… My only response was a humiliated slow nod of my head I could feel the tears forming in my eyes I had been caught in my little fun… And now she probably thought I was some kind of weirdo or freak… How wrong I was the moment I was pulled into a hug and slowly but surely felt my hair being stroked and being pulled back onto the couch at this point the smell of my mess was way off my mind or anything else despite it being squished up against me as I was forced into the chestnut-haired girl’s lap she cooed me slowly as she stroked my hair. Was I dreaming? Was I imagining this? I was wearing a dirty diaper while sitting in Asuna Yuuki’s lap… Her voice was comforting and calming to my senses now and I felt myself relax in her embrace as I was still crying. “It’ll be ok... I won’t tell anyone about this I promise baby…” I was melting in her arms practically she had no clue but she was hitting all of the notes “Kazuko? Where're your changing supplies?” She asked me obviously insisting on helping me. I just shook my head in response to her question, she just cooed in response before talking again “Oh now I think I get it~” she giggled out as her hand slid down from my back rubbing my padding “Ka-zu-ko you are such a big baby it is adorable.” She said in a cutesy manner as she continued to rub my padding giving it a few pats, eventually, she leaned in whispering into my ear. “Your secret is safe with me baby girl~” With those words I had come to the realization that Asuna was either exactly the same thing I was or was somewhat aware of it… Either way what happened next wasn’t a studying session but by the time we were over I was in my pajama’s in bed the only difference being… I was in a clean diaper wrapped up in my blankets and for the first time in a while, I had a good night rest and I slept like a baby.
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  21. (An addition to Livinginfinite's world DGSilver already wrote about, and hopefully Linkx will finish something related sometime as well. Check out Infi's stuff on the site and on Tumblr. Optimally more of these are forthcoming, but we'll see what my free time dictates.) A Ghost, But Not Quite A Phantom PT 1 Taylor split her double sword into two weapons as she spun, narrowly avoiding the leaping pounce of a wolf the size of a bear. She felt a short spurt leak into her garments, and she could feel the guardian start to fill from repeated leaks. This was ridiculous! How could she be expected to hold through this?! These things were insane! Her thoughts were cut off by the deafening roar of an elephant sized bear, and she let out a whimper as she began to flood herself. Her soggy guardian was no match for the flood and her skintight black pants showed a barely noticeable expanding wet patch as she leaked through her diaper. She should be better than this! Still peeing, she launched herself towards the charging bear, leaping into the air and driving her twin blades into its eyes. The beast reared back, howling in pain, and she let go with one hand, a spell projector dropping from the metal ornamentation on her arm. She fired, and the bear fell backwards, writhing in intense pain. She ripped her swords free from its eyes, easily merging them back together and driving one end of the double sword through the incapacitated bear’s skull. She had to be quick. Pulling the sword out, she spun, barely getting it up in time to block the closing jaws of the massive wolf monster. Staring into its maw was terrifying, she had to admit, and she shamefully realized she had already dropped a mass of firm poo into her guardian as she narrowly avoided death by its jaws. Angrily, she spun the sword in a violent motion, the blades lashing out and ripping the monsters head apart. The two monsters dealt with, she turned around only to fall to her knees, trembling. Rising up out of the water nearby was a colossal kraken, larger than any ship she had ever seen. Her sword clattered to the ground, and she felt another wave of pee assault her overwhelmed padding, soaking her tight black suit even further. Even worse, she could feel warm mush exiting her at a rapid pace, overwhelming the phantom in the space of a few moments and forced to spread around in her tight black pants, spreading up her back and down her legs. It was soft and sticky, and she knew cleanup would be a bitch. Suddenly, everything faded. Taylor opened her eyes, looking around the small, dark room. Taylor herself was a well muscled, lithe woman, with short red hair and brilliant blue eyes. She wore a tight fitting black leather suit, which at the moment was weighed down significantly by her own waste. Joining her in the room was a pair of redheads. One, wearing heavy armor with a massive hammer leaning against the wall next to wear she sat, had similar short red hair and piercing blue eyes. Unlike Taylor, she was a giant of a woman, though more in width than height. Standing at around six feet and in every aspect impressive, most of the woman was concealed beneath her heavy combat armor. Lastly, a technomancer stood facing her, a third woman with red hair and bright blue eyes, though this one’s hair was significantly longer. She wore tight white clothes, the symbol of an imperial technomancer inscribed on the breast of the uniform. She was curvy and attractive, fitting in between the lithe tone and hulking muscle of the other two. “Over already?” Taylor asked jokingly, carefully standing and checking the extent of her accident. “Man that spell is brutal, Chrys. I do way worse in that than any of the other FRMTs. “It is the final test, after all. It’s bound to be difficult.” Chrysalis, the technomancer, replied. “She just wanted to get it over with quickly.” The third figure chimed in from the wall. “She’s about to make as bad a mess of her Sentinel as you did of your joke of a diaper.” Taylor turned to look, and indeed, Chrysalis was squirming, the sagging front of her Sentinel training garment clearly visible through her tight white pants. “Go ahead and go before I get cleaned up then.” Taylor told her, moving over to the changing area to begin the arduous process of cleanup. Chrysalis turned to leave, but suddenly a loud slam echoed through the room, followed by a shout of “Anybody home!?”. It seemed they had an interested buyer. Unfortunately for Chrysalis, the loud noise was too much. With a whimper, the technomancer could do nothing as she released a noisy mess into her Sentinel. The ppblllrrtt was audible as she loudly voided herself, the back of her white pants expanding as she pressed the training underwear to its capacity. Even worse, she flooded the front of her white pants with pee, the overwhelmed diaper unable to keep her fearful reaction entirely contained. Chrysalis gingerly felt her bottom, grimacing as she felt the extent of the damage. “Anna, go deal with our visitor. I need to cleanup.” “Of course. Give the oh-so continent FMRT rank 4 and 5 time to clean up. Right on it.” Anna replied. Despite her jab, the heavily armored woman rose, slinging her hammer over her shoulder, and left the room to deal with their visitor. Both girls began to strip out of their messy garments, cleaning up. “So, getting any better?” Chrysalis asked. “Not really.” Taylor replied, managing to keep any hint of disappointment out of her voice. “I can never make it past the big one. The spell is just too much.” Chrysalis nodded. “Consider yourself lucky you could make it past the dragon to get rank five. That thing still gives me nightmares.” “Well…I wouldn’t say my dreams are dragon free either. Thank god there’s no such thing.” Taylor replied. “Here, let me-“ the assassin reached over and helped Chrys with a particularly determined chunk of poo. Working together, the pair managed to get themselves cleaned up in time for Anna to return. A short while later, Anna returned. “We’ve got three jobs. Two of them are Taylor’s style, one will need all three of us. And we got a message from Tribe Leader Ashaya. She needs more supplies, and is willing to pay well for them. It seems concealing her…feminine problems have required more garments than she expected.” Anna grinned at the last comment, tossing the short letter from Ashaya onto the table. Chrysalis shot it a quick glance, then looked over the small magical tablet Anna handed her. A few moments later, she nodded. “Alright, this shouldn’t take more than a few days. Anna, you will deal with Windhowl, then Gravemounte. Anna and I will retrieve some vanguards for Ashaya. After that, we’ll meet up with the Promise of Storm and have Travis drop us off for the final job.” The other two women nodded, and Chrysalis passed off the datapad to Taylor. Looking over it, the woman broke out into a grin. “So, some vengeance for those stupid FRMT’s, then an illicit liason? This will be fun. I even get to go protection-less for the second one.” “Lucky.” Anna replied, a hint of jealousy in her voice. “It’s not as if we can send the Titan wearer on a mission unprotected.” Taylor retorted, grinning. “Shut up, you know it’s only because my releases are so large. I qualify for the same pretty little garment you wear otherwise. And…try not to wear nice pants when you go out for the second one.” Both other women giggled slightly at her reaction, and Taylor nodded. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m getting into. Don’t be too jealous, you two.” Chrysalis blushed slightly at that, but shook her head. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy charming the general plenty, but we don’t need to hear about it. Let’s all get ready to, shall we? Unless Anna needs a change first, of course.” The large redhead shook her head, and with that the three dispersed to gather gear and then head out. Taylor set off first. Dressed in the same tight black uniform and a fresh guardian, she fingered a small spell projector as she left the compound. Created by Chrysalis, it would allow her to appear as a guardswoman so as not to draw suspicion. It was an hour or so walk to the nearest rail station. Entering the women’s entrance, she sighed as she made her way over to a changing table. The journey to the center of the city would take hours, and women were required to wear significant protection for the journey. She could already feel a need nagging at her after the walk anyway. A friendly looking young woman with light brown hair approached, dressed in the uniform of the rail service. Her own diaper was slightly visible beneath her uniform. “Where might you be headed today?” she asked in a cheerful voice. “Center City, upper layer.” Taylor replied. The woman nodded, and retrieved a thick civilian diaper. It wasn’t quite like the titans or vanguards the military used, but it was equally unpleasant. Taylor reluctantly allowed the woman to change her into the larger garment, taking small satisfaction in the woman’s frown at Taylor’s pristine guardian. Packing away the guardian for later, Taylor exited the room, calling a curt “Thanks.” to the girl who had changed her. Awkwardly walking with her newfound padding, Taylor took her seat, shifting to try and get comfortable. The woman beside her was obviously wearing a similar garment beneath her clothes, and it smelled as if she had already made use of it. Once Taylor settled in, she began to review the plan in her head, scoping the layout of the building over and over in her mind. Unconsciously lost in thought, the assassin crossed her legs tightly, her needs growing worse. Taylor may have qualified for a guardian, but none of those tests helped her as she unknowingly began to soak her provided garment. The padding was already obvious through her skintight suit, and it expanded as she emptied her bladder, unaware. The padding eagerly ate up the accident, the warmth pooling around her thighs familiar enough to Taylor it didn’t even stir her from her thoughts. A few minutes later, Taylor was shaken out of her thoughts by a loud, “Hey!” The assassin managed to muffle a shriek of surprise, and did not manage to hide the blush that formed on her face as she fearfully and rapidly pushed a solid mass of poo into her diaper. Coming to the realization she had wet herself as well, she internally cursed. She should be better than this, she was Guardian qualified! “What?” she asked the source of the shout, managing to speak calmly despite her internal annoyance. Looking over, she saw the woman beside her was the source, clearly desperate. “I’m sorry, I need you to move and you weren’t responding.” She replied to Taylor, apologizing sheepishly. “My…protection won’t hold another accident, I need to go to the bathroom…” “You can’t even take these off by yourself. There’s no point.” “But…” the woman looked horrified. “You could help me, right?” she asked, suddenly hopeful. “I’m not changing the diaper of a stranger I just met.” Taylor replied coldly. Before the other woman could reply, another voice spoke up. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Taylor turned to see a tall blonde woman, dressed very businesslike, speaking. She looked very serious, and was doing her very best to hide the slight trembling in her legs as she clearly needed to go badly. “We can’t take these off ourselves?” “No, you just have to use them. Have you not been on one of these before?” Taylor grumbled. She didn’t want attention drawn to her as she was about too poop her diaper, and had already started thanks to the woman beside her. “That’s ridiculous! I’m a grown woman, they can’t trap me in this…this…toddler’s garment.” The businesswoman huffed. She turned to move again, but paused to keep control of herself. “I will speak to the captain. There must be some accommodation.” Taylor rolled her eyes. It didn’t occur to her much, but she supposed civilians weren’t used to wearing protection all the time, and certainly weren’t used to being in frightening situations that would make them need it. “No sense in letting her cause trouble…” Taylor muttered under her breath. Loosening the strap on one of her metal armguards, she let it fall to the metal floor with a resounding clatter. All eyes turned to the sound, and both women reacted with surprise. The already soiled woman reacted fairly gracefully compared to the blonde. She let out a small shriek and began to soil her diaper once again. Hot pee flooded her diaper, and it could no longer contain it, yellow liquid running down the woman’s legs beneath her skirt and puddling on the train floor. Her bowels emptied as well, semisolid mush pushing into her diaper and expanding beyond its capacity, staining her thighs and bottom around the protective garment. The blonde cried out at the sound, and she clamped her hands on her bottom. Bending over, she presented a view of her diapered bottom from beneath her tight skirt. “Nonono this can’t be happening I can’t soil myself aaaaaa.” Tears filled her eyes, and it started with a loud hissing sound, followed moments later by a series of loud and rude farts. The visible bottom of her diaper rapidly browned and expanded as she noisily and messily shit her diaper. Taylor took the opportunity to finish her business while eyes were on the woman. Standing slightly out of her seat to pick up her armguard, she relaxed her bowels, pushing a few solid logs into her diaper. Reattaching the guard, she reluctantly sat back down, grimacing slightly as the mess squished around. An attendant arrived soon enough, leading the sobbing blonde back to her seat, and Taylor settled in for the rest of the journey, not exactly a stranger to being in a messy diaper. Taylor exited the train, walking awkwardly in her messy diaper. Sitting there like that was awful, but it had to be done. Pausing as she entered the changing area, she released her bladder, a fresh wave of pee soaking her diaper. No sense in holding it. She blushed a bit as a changing assist tittered at her expanding diaper and moved over to help her, and she tuned out for the duration of changing, doing her best to ignore the other women changing around her. She was sure the woman from beside her and the blonde were both being cleaned up. Changed back into her guardian, Taylor left the station. It was a short walk to the military complex, and after stepping into an alley and activating her soldier disguise, Taylor entered the complex. Walking around as a guard was simple. No one stopped to question her, no one seemed suspicious she wasn’t a face they recognized. Moving into the medical area, she passed by several areas where women were being changed out of the larger diapers, and could see a few soiled women moving towards those areas from the FRMT rooms. All kinds of women were moving around or being changed, but they all shared the constant presence of a diaper, most of them dripping with urine and sagging with feces. She even saw one heavily muscled woman crouched beside the changing table, grunting as she filled her diaper with poo. Must be making sure everything was out. Moving towards the operations desk for the FRMT area, she wrote down a false name on the sheet. The woman gave it a once over, accepted Taylor’s payment, and nodded. “You’re good to go, just choose a room.” Taylor was glad her disguise showed signs of a larger diaper, since it meant no questions were asked when she headed to the FRMT room without changing into a heavier diaper first. She had to go a bit again, but it wasn’t urgent. And she needed to be ready for Windhowl to arrive. The general would be using this specific room, and so far, everything was going as planned. Shutting the door behind her, Taylor took a moment to be thankful these rooms were soundproofed. It was to prevent the scared women’s screams from disturbing others, of course, but it was certainly convenient. “If you’ll just take a seat in the chair and tell me what rank you are testing for, we can begin.” Said the woman sitting at the desk in the room. “Well…” Taylor changed from walking pace to lightning fast speed, shooting across the room and letting her disguise fall as she drew her blade, ending with the weapon extended, point just touching the woman’s neck. “Hands in the air, stand up.” She commanded. The FRMT giver gulped and quickly stood, raising her hands. Her entire body was shaking, and as she rose Taylor could see a rapidly expanding stain appear on her pants. A few farts and a wet crackling sound indicated she was not doing much better to the rear of her pants. It seemed she hadn’t worn protection to work today. A poor plan. As the woman stood, Taylor vaulted onto the desk and drove her knee right into the woman’s stomach, then struck her with a powerful blow to the head. The attendant crumpled, and Taylor stuffed her under the desk, reapplying her disguise to look like the now unconscious attendant. Moving over to the door, she opened it a bit to give the indication the room was free, then moved back to the desk. Soon enough, she heard the commotion outside that signaled Windhowl’s arrival. “I’ve never had an accident in one of these tests in my life, I don’t need that stupid thing. Damn it!” Despite her protests, soon enough one of the most famous warriors in the Empire, both for her continence and her prowess, was wearing a Titan. Fuming, she made her way into the pre-arranged room, Taking a seat in the chair with a huff. “Welcome general. I’m sorry about the garment, its simply standard protocol.” Taylor spoke as she moved over to the door and shut it tightly, then approached Windhowl from behind. “It’s assault is what it is! They know very well I don’t need this!” Taylor smirked, letting the general rant. She activated the chair, magical bindings reaching out and securing the general in place. A precaution for panicked reactions by women lost in the throes of the illusionary terrors. Taylor took the necklace that filled women’s bladder and bowels, designed to make the test indicative of situations where they had no chance to relieve themselves, and slipped it over Windhowl’s neck, securing it. “What are you doing? Did you forget who you’re testing!?” Windhowl protested, trying to twist around in her chair to glare angrily. Taylor simply grinned. Part of their information had revealed Windhowl’s deal, and why she would come to this room. She relieved herself before the test, and the tester simply didn’t apply the necklace. “Today is a little different.” Taylor replied. “What!? I’ll have your head for this, you ungrateful-“ Windhowl’s words stopped short as Taylor held the cold blade of her sword to Windhowl’s neck. “You will be a good little girl and do as you are told.” Taylor told her coldly. Windhowl whimpered, and to her credit she managed to keep her diaper dry. Her bowels were a different story, however, and a loud pppbblllrrrttt was audible as she noisily pushed a wave of soft mess into her diaper. “Looks like your record is already broken, general.” Taylor commented, walking back around to the desk. She returned Windhowl’s death glare with a calm smile, and picked up the attendant’s spell projector. “Let’s begin the test, shall we? Six is appropriate for your rank, I believe?” Windhowl, bladder and bowels rapidly filling, gulped at the prospect, but reluctantly nodded. “Excellent.” Taylor stated, then pointed the projector and began firing it. One, two, three, and Windhowl was lost in the illusion. But Taylor kept firing. Four, five, six. The max amount used in FRMTs. Seven, Eight, Nine. The maximum safe limit. Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen. Taylor set the wand down, and simply watched. For the first few minutes, only a small wet patch appeared on Windhowl’s diaper, and she seemed to be doing fine. Then the next wave kicked in, and she soaked it. When the next one kicked in, she filled it to capacity, pushing out hard and soft mess along with a torrent of pee. When the last wave hit, the massive diaper was overwhelmed. Pee streamed down the chair and puddled on the ground around her, and her already sagging bottom overloaded, mess spreading around inside her pants and slowly soiling them in their entirety. Taylor smiled as she listened to Windhowl’s terrified cries. The woman’s muscles were working overtime as they desperately stopped her refilling bladder and bowels, just before she was frightened again and once again filler her overloaded garment with warm liquid and mush. It was simply too much for them, and soon enough her muscles simply stopped working, no longer able to stem the tide of accidents. Permanent damage, likely. Taylor watched for a long while, waiting until Windhowl’s cries were finally dying down. She could see the damage was done, the general no longer putting up any sort of fight against the fear. Satisfied she had completed her mission, she picked up the magical recording device she had set on the table and let it take one last shot of the enormously soiled general before ending the recording and slipping it back into her suit. Setting up the unconscious FRMT attendant back in her seat, she pulled another magical device from inside her uniform. A moment later, she vanished from sight, and quietly slipped out of the room. From Windhowl’s perspective, things went horribly wrong. She was on a battlefield, and her side was clearly losing. The general was fine for the first few minutes, cutting down enemy soldiers and managing to ignore her rapidly growing need. An arrow narrowly missed her, and she gasped, feeling warmth suffuse her crotch. Still, the leakage was minor, and most women lost complete control at that simple test. Suddenly, spells began to fly, and Windhowl sped up her movement, avoiding the areas being most assaulted and charging for mages when she could. It seemed someone caught on, however, and she dived forward as a massive fireball exploded behind her. The magical detonation sent a wave of fear through her body, and as she landed with the clattering of armor her bladder failed her. Warm liquid rapidly pooled inside her large diaper, and the general hung her head in shame as she fearfully pissed herself. She tried to rise, but a powerful kick sent her sprawling backwards. Looking up, she stared trembling into the eyes of a massive earth elemental, summoned by the enemy mages. Her hands went for her dropped swords, but the creature stamped down and the ground shook with power, her blades shattering. Windhowl looked between the elemental, then back at her broken swords, and let out a mewling whimper. She involuntarily began to push a series of solid logs into her diaper, each one spreading further as they pushed against the limits of her armor. Just as she finished her fearful release, the giant elemental snatched her up in its powerful grasp. She barely had time to scream before it squeezed, and the sound was suddenly a gasp as she struggled for air. She had no control as it squeezed her, a loud hissing sound making it clear she was once again pissing herself. A loud wet ppbbllrrt was not far behind as the creature’s crushing grip and terrifying appearance forced her to shit herself once again, this time liquid mess exploding into her diaper, filling up the remaining space in the garment with hot liquid diarrhea. Luckily, the Titan could manage to contain it. She couldn’t breathe, and soon enough everything faded to black. When she came too, she was sitting at her desk, wearing normal attire. Her panties were completely unsoiled, and it seemed as usual she had forgone any sort of protection. She didn’t need such a thing. When she heard the sounds of gunfire outside her door, however, she wasted no time in soaking her panties and pants. The white uniform pants did little to hide her accident, and she cursed her sudden weakness as she looked down at her see through, warm, and piss soaked trousers. Suddenly, there was a banging at the door, as if someone was trying to break it down. “The general is in here. Make sure she doesn’t escape alive!” she heard a man say. Gulping, Windhowl moved quickly, curling up and hiding under her desk. A moment later, the crack of the door breaking down was audible, and a pair of hammer wielding men entered the room. “Where is she? She couldn’t have gone out some other way!” Windhowl quivered nervously beneath the desk. The men were in the room now…she felt helpless as her quivering bowel muscles pushed soft mess into her panties, the practical white garments sagging heavily but managing to contain the accident. Windhowl couldn’t believe herself. She was curled up under the desk, soiling herself like a frightened child. She was one of the strongest warriors in the empire! Suddenly, one of the men’s hammers slammed into the desk above her, and it took all of her control to not let out a shriek of fear. She was sobbing in terror now, and a fresh wave of pee soaked her pants, thoroughly covering her legs in piss and a large puddle growing beneath her. She would have to grovel, to beg them too… Suddenly, two shots of a spell projector ran out, and the men fell dead. She could see both their bodies hit the floor beside the desk from her position hiding beneath it. At the shots, she pushed another wave of soft mush into her panties, this time overwhelming them and staining her bottom and thighs with warm, sticky mess. She was softly crying now, completely distraught. She had no control left, her iron bladder was gone. “Hey, who’s under there?” a voice called, and a projector poked around the corner of the desk. The mewling general couldn’t even manage a response, simply voiding her bladder and bowels once again. The puddle beneath her expanded considerably, her entire top now soaked, even her silvery hair clearing wet with pee. A third wave of soft mush filled her panties, forcing mess to spread everywhere down her legs. She could feel warm mush caking her entire lower body, and sticky warm urine coating everything from head to toe. All she could do was sob. “General?” the voice asked, and a male guard walked around the desk. Looking down at the general, he burst into laughter. “So this is how the mighty windhowl reacts to combat? Of course your record was a lie. They all seem to be. Come on, I’ll get you changed.” He shook his head in disgust. Windhowl wanted to protest, to say that this normally didn’t happen, but all she could do was sob and wish she was dead. This embarrassment was too much… How could she face any of her subordinates like this? Everything faded to black again. This time she was in a diaper again. A titan, unsoiled. It was dark, and it took her a few moments to realize she was in the woods. She started to rise, but suddenly, spiders descended from the trees. Looking around, she realized she was surrounded by webs. The spiders that surrounded her were gigantic, fangs large enough they could bite her head off and hundreds of massive red eyes, all staring at her. She broke. Spiders were terrifying, and while she usually had a good enough hold on herself to limit the sight of a spider to a slightly damp phantom, this time it was too much. The spiders approached, and her bladder and bowels fully released, and didn’t stop. Pee soaked her Titan, filling the massive garment up to capacity over the course of several minutes and then forming a rapidly expanding puddle as it overloaded the diaper, thoroughly soaked the inside of her armor, and still didn’t stop coming. It was as if her bladder muscles simply stopped working. Her bowels followed suit, pushing wave after wave of soft mush into her Titan. As it reached its limit, she let out a wet explosion of farts and diarrhea, overloading the diaper and coating her legs in liquid mess. More waves followed, interspersed with liquid feces, and soon enough the entire inside of her armor was filled with warm mess, more of it collecting on the ground beneath her. The spiders bit at her and wrapped her in their weapon, but she wasn’t even coherent enough to notice at this point. All she did was cry and scream with fear, reduced to a mewling incontinent child. Taylor carefully made her way through the complex, avoiding people as much as possible. She was detectible while invisible, it was just hard. The whole time, her bladder and bowels were nagging her. She needed to go. But she couldn’t exactly stop at a bathroom here. Rounding a corner, she came face to face with a closed door, two female guards flanking it. She paused…how was she going to deal with this? She would have to make due. Slipping a projector out of her armguard, she fired it at each of the women. One guard took off immediately, although the hissing and crackling of the beginnings of her accident were clearly audible. The other guard crouched, grimacing, and she closed her eyes, both hands holding her bottom. The sound of her forcefully peeing in her diaper was audible, but she was holding the rest back. Taylor took the opportunity to slip over to the door and quietly open it. As she took once last look back she heard the woman beside her grown and with a loud bllrrppttt push wet mess into her diaper, despite her best efforts. Taylor slipped through the door, closing it silently behind her. Turning forward, she froze, using all her willpower not to let out a sound. Walking down the hall towards her was a large woman wearing the distinctive goggles of a mage killer. Such goggles allowed them to detect magic, and they normally carried ways to nullify magical attack. The goggled woman’s eyes settled on Taylor, and the assassin felt her crotch rapidly grow warm. The goggled woman approached, but Taylor was frozen in fear, the hissing sound of her soaking her diaper likely audible. The large woman grabbed at the spot she detected the concealing spell, snatching Taylor up by the neck. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” she growled at the invisible woman before her. Taylor whimpered, mind racing to try and find a plan. It was hard, however, with fear coursing through her, and instead of coming up with a plan she continued to whimper and began to push warm mush into her diaper. The small garment wasn’t really designed to contain a full accident, and some of it escaped, coating her thighs and bottom. As she lost control, Taylor managed to slide her sword out of her armguard, jabbing out at the woman grabbing her with a trio of well-aimed blows. Not to kill, simply to wound and terrify. And indeed, the woman let go of her, crying out in pain. Taylor fell to her feet, taking a moment to steady herself before she lashed out with the hilt of her sword, slamming the woman in the stomach and then the head, repeatedly. The goggled woman fell back against the wall, unconscious, her diaper rapidly expanding with pee and poo. Putting her sword away, Taylor continued on her escape, grimacing each time the mess spread further as she was forced to move quickly in her messy state. Fortunately, it wasn’t too long before she reached the rooftop airship docking area. Just before she entered it, she let her invisibility fall off, replacing it with an illusion of a relatively ranking officer. Opening the door, she walked outside, waving off the question of one of the few attendants, and walked towards one of the ships. It looked like a regular imperial airship, but she knew that was simply a façade. When she reached it, an imperial solider on deck offered a hand, and she took it, pulling herself onboard. Suddenly, she could see everything as it was. The ship itself was a sleek vessel, engraved with lightning bolts and mounting a large fore and aft magical projector. It had no broadside but was decently large, being a smuggling ship designed to carry cargo. The Imperial helping her aboard and the other three imperials on the ship also had their disguise revealed to her. Two of them were powerfully built half dragon women, standing tall broad shouldered. One carried an icy sword at her hip, the other a vicious two headed flail. The short and stocky man standing at the helm had short dark hair, a poorly groomed moustache, shining blue eyes, and wore a vicious looking hammer at his belt. Lastly, the woman helping her aboard. She wore tight teal coat and pants with gold trim, the coat open a bit to expose her considerable breasts, covered in a tight fitting black undershirt. She wore a light blue scarf around her neck and her bright red hair was held in a ponytail. “Welcome back, Taylor.” She greeted the assassin, hugging the other woman in greeting. “Was the mission a success?” Taylor nodded, smirking a bit. “Windhowl will never pass another FRMT.” She replied with confidence, hugging the other redhead back. The redhead laughed. “You soldier’s and your tests. I almost feel sorry for her.” The ship began to lift off as they spoke, breaking away from the tower towards their next destination. “Katarina, get the poor thing cleaned up! I don’t need her stinking up my ship!” the short man at the helm called down at them. Katarina rolled her eyes, but nodded. “Yes captain.” She called back in a droll tone. Releasing Taylor, she smiled. “He’s right, I suppose. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. We still don’t carry any of your type, but I’m sure you’ll manage.” The other redhead led the way towards the inside of the ship, Taylor meekly following behind, blushing at the captain’s comment. She always felt a bit inferior in this company. She had seen how fiercely protective Travis was of women who were in danger, and it was terrifying. And Katarina was confident walking around in no protection. She felt nervous, like a potty trained little kid who had an accident, and her parents were being nice about it. Still, they were powerful allies, and she knew despite what most would say all the soldier women appreciated someone as protective as Travis. Not that she would ever admit it. Windhowl was awoken on top of a changing table. She looked down and realized with a surprise that she was clean, and wearing a fresh titan. Sitting up, she looked to the doctor beside her who was busy writing at his desk. “What is the meaning of this? Why am I in a Titan?” she demanded. The man turned, looking at her nervously. “Well…you see…ah…we had you in your normal wear but while you were unconscious you just kept overflowing it and we thought we should…I’m sorry general.” She grinned slightly. At least she could still bring obedience and fear out of people, even in a giant puffy diaper with unicorns on it. Damn these Titan’s design patterns. Carefully rising, she neglected to say anything more to the man, dressing herself and looking down at the Titan showing beneath her pants with a grimace. She would have to do something about that. Stepping out of the room, she began to walk back to her room. About halfway there, she felt sudden warmth fill her diaper. She was peeing, and hadn’t even noticed she had to go….damn that FRMT attendant, she would pay for this. She walked faster, hoping to reach her room before she had an even worse accident. And reach it she did. Swiping her card, she entered her room, the door sliding shut behind her. As she headed for the bathroom, however, her communication device began ringing loudly. She bit back a shriek of surprise, but the sound was too much for her bowels, and she involuntarily pushed a large log of poo into her diaper. She still couldn’t even feel the need to go. She walked over to the device but by then the ringing stopped. A simple message was left: report to the director’s office. She grimaced. Turning back to the bathroom, she entered it before pausing in horror. She was in a Titan, she couldn’t take it off by herself!” She felt her body give up at the thought, and a barrage of solid logs filled her large diaper. Now thoroughly wet and soiled, Windhowl reluctantly began to make her way to the changing area, wondering how she would ever explain this. (If you check out Livinginfinite’s art thread and tumblr and such you’ll see a picture of Katarina I commissioned. And also a lot of cool art if you like this sort of thing.)
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    At the Goodwill store

    This was my adventure today. I put on a depends pull up , baggy shorts, and shirt on and went shopping. My last stop was the goodwill store, when I decided to have some fun. I was not urgent to go, but I was at a stage that I knew if I pushed it could get interesting. There were about ten people milling around the store and two cashiers. I went up and down the isles looking at this and that when I stopped at some cooking utensils. While there I pushed and peed into my depends for a minute and pushed some more and pushed two small logs into my diaper! What a rush, it was such a naughty and dirty thing to do on purpose! I went to the cashier to pay for an item I picked up and waited there while a very old lady (in her ninties) was sifting through her purse. Meanwhile two more customers came behind me. Now I didn't smell anything but I was worried that those behind me could. Finally the old woman finished and I paid and walked out got in my car and squished my poop as I sat down and went home. I am sitting in my poop right now still feeling naughty as I write this to you all. I hope you enjoyed reading about my adventure....
  23. I had been holding my pee for a while and decided to wet myself and record it to upload here. I wanted to hold it until I genuinely lost control, but I planned to be in the bathtub when that happened to minimize cleanup. Instead I started losing control suddenly in my room, so I grabbed my phone with one hand and held myself with the other as I rushed to the bathroom so I wouldn't wet the carpet. I didn't count on the toilet lid being down. With one hand recording and the other being the only thing stopping my pee, I couldn't lift the lid (should have used my foot in retrospect but was too desperate to think straight.) I decided if let go of myself for a second just to lift the lid I would be ok. But the second I let go, pee burst out forcefully into my underwear and I couldn't stop it at all. Unfortunately my bladder giving way must have affected my stomach somehow because as I stood there peeing myself, poop suddenly squirted out noisily into my underwear. I hadn't even felt the need to go #2 and I definitely wasn't planning to film that. I was frustrated my video got ruined by me messing so I just said screw it and emptied the rest of my bladder onto the floor since I was going to have to clean it anyways. Odd and unwanted outcome for me but thought I'd share. VID_20170728_172827.mp4
  24. Unexpected poop accident while peeing myself View File This didn't go as planned, needless to say. I had been holding my pee for hours so I could actually lose control but once my bladder gave way my bowels did too unexpectedly. This is a failed video but thought I'd upload anyways if someone else likes it. Warning for messing and nudity (I wasn't going to include nudity but once I messed myself I didn't really care anymore). Submitter Solstice Submitted 07/28/2017 Category Almost made it Clothing Panties/Undies
  25. View File having some more fun and pooping and wetting some more in my fully loaded diaper having some more fun and pooping and wetting some more in my fully loaded diaper it was huge and it fully leaked when I sat on my bike afterwards ;-( comments welcome! Submitter femboydl Submitted 07/16/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay
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