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  1. View File Chinese tied up tickle wetting in skirt and tights Found on VK. She gets tied up and tickled until she wets herself after being fed water. Submitter Renatatswet Submitted 03/22/2024 Category Female  
  2. It's been long since I told her about my fetish, she is cool with it but doesn't really enjoy much herself, though we did agreed on some boundaries, one of those were to not wet our bed, I agreed, even though I like how it feels, it's plenty of cleanup afterwards and might leave the smell on our bedroom. Before I begin telling the whole story, mind you she can hold a lot and for a long period of time, sometimes I've noticed her going to the bathroom only once after a whole afternoon of drinks. But, and this 'but' gets me really excited, she just can't hold it after even the smallest of leaks, a little drop release is enough for her to totally lose it. So, yesterday, we were at our office the whole afternoon and early night, it's our small business and the bathroom in our office is still under construction (it's just us for now, so we don't really mind it), we drank about 4 or 5 mugs each, coffee and tea, and when we were done working, she suggested us to do those 'try not to laugh' challenges just to cheer up before going home. It was fun I think laughing made her throat sore, so she drank like two or three cups of water after that. We headed home, it was already late and we were tired, so not much after we arrived, we went to bed, I didn't notice if she went to the bathroom or not, she had a headache so I was busy making some soup for her (which might add to the liquids I think). We did everything as usual, she lies on top of me and I massage her hair and tell her stories to put her to sleep, she says my voice is calming and it always works. I take a bit longer to fall asleep, so I just lie there and read some ebook on my phone until I fall asleep. But this day, things were a bit different, after maybe an hour or so that she fell asleep, she was still on top of me sleeping, food for imagination, we are both white, I was wearing only my black shirt and grey boxers and she was wearing a red thong and a navy blue shirt that she stole from me, I have some muscles but I still think I'm quite thin, she is an hourglass, thin hips and baby got back. Back to the story, I noticed she was giggling a little in her sleep, I thought it was funny, then she squirmed a little and pressed herself of me, which was enough to make my little guy look up to the skies, then I felt us getting warm in there but hadn't yet noticed it was wet, she woke up with her heart racing and just whispered "I'm peeing", I lost myself in those words, I felt my mouth getting dry as my crotch was getting wet, she grabbed my arms very strongly and looked at me in fear. I think it was the cutest and hottest moment I've ever experienced in my entire life. I could hear her pee hissing on her red thong which was already soaking wet, it rushing down on my crotch and soaking my boxers, I could feel the puddle forming on my back, spreading all over, from my legs to my shoulders (it was a lot of pee), and also making a puddle on my belly and soaking the front of my shirt, it felt like eternity, if heaven is that, you could kill me right now. For now, I can only imagine what the backvuew of this would be, her big bubble butt wearing that sexy red thong and peeing all over me, it makes me crazy. She wasn't very proud of it, but she loved my reaction to it, we ended up having it right there, I usually last between 5 to 10 minutes but this day I don't think I even got to 1, haha, she was very surprised and teases me about this to this day, as she's the one who usually doesn't last for long.
  3. I just had my first real messing accident... And hit submit too fast! Here's what happened. I was driving a couple of friends home from a day out. We were some distance from home so I had about 25-30min on the road. It didn't take long before we departed for the urge to hit me. My stomach started cramping but I felt it was still manageable and didn't think we'd need to make a pit stop. As we got closer to home the cramps started happening closer together. I hadn't eaten anything that could've upset my stomach, so while I initially thought it was a routine poo, things were starting to feel a little suspicious. I managed to keep it together during the first drop off. Fortunately the second drop off and my own place were pretty close by, but as I drove on to the second stop, I could feel things inching closer and closer downwards. I was almost turtleheading at this point but still managed to act normal. Goosebumps were already coming out on my arms but fortunately it was also a cold day. The minute my friend left the car I heaved a sigh of relief and managed to let out a couple of small farts to relieve the pressure. I really had to go by this point and urgently needed to relieve myself! I was not far from home, which was great because a big wave of urgency hit me as I was waiting for the garage door to open. It took a lot of focus to keep my butt cheeks clenched. My poop was knocking at the door already. The wave subsided just as I parked and I hauled ass (literally) out to my apartment. I had stuff to unload from the car but left it behind out of necessity. Any delays could mean disaster. I had to potty dance and tap my feet while waiting for the elevator. It was that close! Finally got to my floor, unlocked the door, dropped my things, and waddled as fast as I could to the bathroom. But the minute I stripped off my pants I lost control 😞 I'll admit, I think if I had moved just a teensy bit faster I'd have avoided an accident, but I've also always wanted to see what would happen. A huge wave of soft, warm poop filled my panties as I stood there just two steps away from my toilet. Then as I bent over from the gut cramps, another wave came, and another. In all, I pushed out about four waves, each one softer than the last. This happened in really quick succession, so quickly that all I could think as it happened was: wow, that's a lot of poop. I didn't realise I had so much in me. I had to check myself out in the mirror after that. My light blue panties sagged from the soft weight in them and there were shadows of the mess below my butt cheeks. Fortunately it was solid enough that I could dump most of it back into the toilet, or cleanup would have been a lot more difficult. I've never had a full on accident like this before, apart from the one time I experimented with an enema. I don't relish the cleanup but that was definitely fun. I might try it again...
  4. View File Pj wetting Custom request~ sweetie who ordered wanted to share. So uploading ^_^ Submitter Disneybaby65 Submitted 03/18/2024 Category Female  
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    The order of the wettings are 1: Kawasaki Ninja 300 Commercial (Removed Annoying Music) 2: Alabama Cultural Video by Tabbo.Com 3: Gripfast 2023 06 - Order Video (Removed Annoying Music) 4: Chasing Mummies - Season 1 Episode 2 5: Beauty Rope Cosmetology 6: I Bet You Will - Unknown Episode 7: Mai-Chan’s Daily Life 8: Infamous Bondage Murders 9: Lady Puddle Knickers (Removed Music) 10: The Girl and The Wooden Horse Torture 11: A Little Bonus (I Dont Know the Source)
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  6. i love talkative girls cadence lux bed wetting confession.mp4 hope-harpers-big-pad-embarassment.mp4
  7. So, this is for the girls/woman on here. I absolutely loooove being a girl!!! Like, I know i am ugggh..older...but tonite is one of those nights where I am just so happy 🙂 When I was on hormones (not currently on but planning on going back on) I was still sooo amazed at how buttery soft the skin got. Like, by month 6 of hormones, it was getting really soft. I had tried various ways of trying to get there before hormones, like using baby oil right after a shower, waiting and then using baby lotion, but wow this was nothing like it. On top of that, getting to dress up in cute colorful clothes. Dude clothes can be blah and yeah, i know, some would say clothing isn't really gendered but to me, just being a sport like body con dress out on public without getting "Your weird" looks was and still is great :). I am curious about you other gals and what you feel like the best part or even the perks of womanhood are.
  8. The sudden urge hit outta nowhere.. Set up, then I started feeling pretty good when I sat relaxed. Afterwards, it then felt so much better! Vid 20240319 213353557.mp4
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    One day, gray snow fell over the world, and all humanity was turned to stone. The main character is a legendary masseuse who was reincarnated into such a world. Armed with an electric massager entrusted to him by the reincarnated god, his quest to revive humanity begins... ■Game system - Rescue petrified humans with electric guns! - Develop your base by gathering people, building facilities, and making items! - Collect items from dungeons and monsters and learn recipes! ・Increase your likeability by giving gifts and massages! ・Let's find out why the human race went extinct! ・Depending on your ingenuity, you can even take on difficult dungeons from the beginning!  If things go well, you can find strong characters, You might be able to get powerful items! Password is kimochi.info Hope someone translate it to English
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    His nickname was 그랜도바자 (GrandBaza) or GR바자. Pixiv: pixiv.net/en/users/45649492 He deleted all his posts on pixiv, his arca account (arca.live/u/@GrandBaza) and also his twitter account (@Gr_Baza_omo_) around the end of January. Yesterday i had a massive breakthrough and managed to restore around 80% of his works in original quality. All of the images are taken from the saved cache. They are sorted in a somewhat chronological order. Some of them that generally look alike might be mixed up (I don't know Korean), but that shouldn't be much of a problem. There are a few files that I couldn't find in original quality, but found them in a preview format. You can use ai upscale to make them look better if you want. There are at least 1 missing picture and 1 story that I couldn't find in any form, if anyone have a saucenao subscription, you can try to find more previews by author search (the name used is 그랜도바자) I won't continue the search because I most probably won't find anything. Still glad that so many pictures were restored.
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  12. View File Sloan Pees Her Thong ThisVid Request Submitter Dave Jackman Submitted 03/21/2024 Category Female  
  13. Chapter 17: New Horizons, Forbidden Fruits ~~19th year, 1st day, 10th hour~~ I take a moment to yawn and stretch my arms up above my head. I've been sitting down for nearly twelve hours straight, at a command center computer here at The Citadel. It's probably not very healthy thing to do but whatever. The blinding glare of the screen hits my eyes at an awkward angle, causing me to rub them in annoyance. I'm just one of many soldiers assigned to desk duty on level five. Man technically I am nineteen years old today, in Earth years anyway. I'll keep track of my days in Earth time for you guys but for me, who's been living in space for the last month, it doesn't really matter all that much. Man it really has been a month already... I can't really say it's been the most interesting thirty days of my life. In fact it's kind of just flown by. Axel, Jason and Sorcha have gone on like four or five missions so far, while Eris and me haven't even left the station yet. I guess that shows you that Father isn't all that confident in my abilities. Can't say I blame him but still, it kind of sucks. Most days I'm just organizing and categorizing parts of the vast amounts of data into The Creator's archives that come in from an innumerable amount of intergalactic sources. If I'm lucky though I'll actually have days where I have free reign to investigate shit on my own and try to find something, anything, that The Creators can use against The Gray Dragoons. Such work shifts are rare though, not that I've personally found anything useful anyway. Life is kinda hard to live when it feels like nothing you do is really changing anything. But regardless sex is always fun... and honestly it's been the best distraction while living here so far. I've met a bunch of Reapers who I'm friendly with and even a few non-Reaper soldiers who are... fine. Yeah there's some asshole Reapers and plenty of jerkwad comrades around here but I do my best to stick with ones who won't be downright nasty to me. But yeah nothing much has really happened. I wish I could say that something has changed but regardless, my personal shift is done for now. So I get up and stretch my legs and feel my bladder complaining to me. I have to hold back a horny smile as I walk to the nearest bathroom, which will take about ten minutes, that shit is far away. So I guess I'll spend that time explaining a few things. First of all, me and Sorcha, while we technically haven't broken up, we haven't spoken much... since that day. She became deeply depressed and distant after Toshia's death, I think she cared about him way more than I could have known. We haven't slept together since either. I don't blame her though I'm just going to give her time. And I guess if our relationship is over... well it's just over. Shit happens. Being sad about it now won't change anything, I've had plenty of time for that these last few weeks. As far as I know though, Eris and Axel's relationship is still going strong, even if it's long distance most of the time. Axel is still back at The Citadel at least once or twice a week though, so I assume they spend that time together getting freaky with it. Lastly, Jason. Yeah I have like nothing to say about him, sorry. He hasn't said a word to me since we've been here and I barely see him. Whenever I do he looks angry and miserable. I understand why but... it's not my problem anymore. Besides I've seen him hang around with "his boys" and laugh and smile with them, so it's likely that he's just trying to move on in his own way. I think... it's just painful for most of us to be together. Axel and I are still friends but we really only text. I've had dinner with Eris and him a few times but in general our relationship is more of a formality, at least it seems that way on the surface. I could mention my new friends and lovers right now but I'll get to them later I'm sure. For now, before I enjoy a nice long piss let me tell you about one more thing that I will really only address once. As I said earlier I'll be tracking my days based off of Earth's solar calendar, even though it's completely meaningless except for the fact that my body is still on a twenty four hour cycle, more or less. There is some variations of course, it's impossible for me to stay completely on track but regardless I work in twelve hour shifts and try my best to keep them twelve hours apart. But for those who are too damn curious, here we go. A year on The Citadel is ten months, two weeks in each month, ten days in each week and fifty hours in each day. Yeah. Try keeping track of that in your head nerds. The Creators really like the number ten I guess... and twenty and fifty. Nice round numbers. Thanks doc. But yeah that means that one year on The Citadel is 1.141 Earth years or a single Earth year is 87.6% of a Citadel year. Confused yet? Me neither. So yeah it's just much easier for everyone if I keep track of time in a way that we're all familiar with, instead of trying to constantly convert shit to turds and turds to shit. Speaking of shit, I enter the public bathroom and surprise surprise, it smells. Dumps are constantly being taken in here after all, except for the one hour a day when it is closed. It's open for forty nine hours straight though, afterwhich the androids clean up in here for an hour and unlock it again. The bathroom design is identical to the ones I've been used to in the megastructure, except these ones are like... twenty times bigger. With like forty sitting toilets and forty urinals inside, along with some sinks and mirrors along one wall. There's no toilet paper here by the way, apparently once one is done pooping, with the press of a button a tentacle like thing comes out from behind the toilet seat, cleans the crap off of your butt with water and sucks the remainder of it out of your anal colon like a vacuum cleaner and washes you out like some kinda fucked up sci-fi parasitic worm that barfs water up your ass just to suck it inside itself once again. If that detailed run on sentence was gross I apologize but that's literally what they do. Not that I'd know... I've not used my personal one in my apartment as an aid for masturbating... no never. But yeah, point is, it kind of blows in here... but it's the kind of sucky you get used to... like using the toilet at a public mall or I don't know, a football stadium. Anyway, a nearby urinal is open, so I don't waste any time in dropping my military pants and gray panties and enjoying a warm soothing piss. Yellow fluid shoots out of my urethra as I thrust my hips forward and I can't help but smile... always feels so nice as my bladder starts to empty itself. I've stopped caring about the countless stares I get, I'm sure hundreds of anthros and humans and whatever else have seen my butt by now. I've seen other females do this too but it's not very common. I force the urine out of me harder as I subtly place my left hand on my asscheek and open it just a smidge, the exhibitionist side of me hopes that someone looks at me and sees my cute butthole. I am... needlessly horny today, even though I just had sex a few days ago. If it weren't for the unpleasant stench in here I'd probably touch myself most days not going to lie. Regardless after my nice nearly daily mini-exhibitionist session, I pull up my pants, wash my hands and leave the bathroom. I make my way towards the public showers which are basically bath houses that you'd find on Earth, only more perverted. Once inside I strip down naked and put my dirty clothes inside a capsule that goes into a tube. It's sent to my room via some kinda transport system, I don't fully understand how it works either but yeah there's an exit to said tube in my cabinet that drops them directly into my laundry basket. Yeah I still have to wash them myself... although here at the public showers we get to use towels that we don't have to clean ourselves so... that's mostly why I freshen myself up here. Well that and I love the attention too. I've had sex in here more than a few times, almost every time I go in here there is usually some couple going at it. Last week there was a full blown orgy in here, that was fun. Regardless nothing much happens, I tease myself a tad, smile at some human wanking off to me soaping my ass and clean myself up pretty quickly. I dry myself off with a free towel and open my pre-registered tube again. We have to deposit our own clean clothing in here that we want to wear after our showers. Today just happens to be a day when I'll wear my white bra and panties that I handcrafted, well alchemy crafted I mean to say. I usually have like three sets of undies stored here at any one time, since I've not been on a mission to some random planet yet I really haven't had the opportunity to craft more of them, which I'd like to do... if I ever go on an assignment. But yeah here at The Citadel there is very little that I could deconstruct atomically without getting accusatory glares cast onto me. I could go to the trash area on level seven, but security there is fairly tight and it'd be embarrassing to say that my reason for going there would be to make extra panties for myself. So yeah I haven't done that. I head home in naught but my underwear, which is common these days, and make my inside my apartment building. I only experience a few casual glances thrown my way today. I head to the top floor by taking the stairs and enter the small gym here. There's also a pool and a rec room of sorts on this floor, along with a few vending machines, all of which are free to use and are usually stocked fairly well, mostly with sports drinks and such. I've seen the autonomous drone that comes to fill it a couple of times, something even more low tech than the androids around here. Despite that I don't really pay much attention to it as I get a yellow tinted drink from the vendor. It's not urine I swear... really its not. Anyway, it's nice to work out here because usually it's fairly empty and I can concentrate, only Reapers have a reason to use this place after all. When compared to the much bigger public places on the level, this area is just chill and more private. Before I begin I do some light stretching, remember kids that's important. I spend about thirty minutes on the treadmill and another twenty lifting weights. There is a dialed panel inside the room, for adjusting the artificial gravity. It can go up to 30G but I've never seen it that high, I couldn't even come close to walking in here if that setting was active. I just keep it at the normal zone though, which is about 1.5G. After drinking half of my sci-fi pissorade I get onto an exercise bike and start to pedal. Damn the seat is really massaging my pussy in all the right places. I can't help but rub my covered muff on it sensually and sigh deeply. I need it bad right now. If this keeps up for too long I'll probably stop exercising and just full on masturbate. Almost as if the sexual gods are answering my horny prayers, a Reaper walks into the gym about five minutes later, one whom I've met a few times. He's a mostly red feathered bird anthro with short pink hair and black feathers on his arms and... other private places. He's also built like a truck and fairly tall, I'd put him at around 5'11" or so. My sweaty panty-covered ass is there to greet him as I turn my head to the side and smile. "Hey Angel. You're done your shift too hmm?" The arousal in my voice is clear. "Sup Vaine? Haven't seen you for... about ten days." His tone is relaxed as he oogles at me. "Yeah... our schedules just don't line up well I guess." I face forward again and keep pedaling, being sure to give him a show as I lift my ass off of the seat. "I turned nineteen today by the way." My pussylips are clinging to my panties and leaking, his fixated gaze on my lush backside pushes my libido into a frenzy. My undies feel like they're tighter than usual and it's making me go insane as I feel my nipples stiffen. "Awesome!" He laughs lately. "We should go out to a bar to celebrate!" "You know that's not really my style." I brush him off lightly in response. "But I do know another way that we could do so..." I pull my white panties down slightly, just enough so that he can see about an inch or two of my buttcrack and I keep pedaling lewdly. I don't have to turn around as I know he's already there close behind me, staring at my tushy like it's sent from the heavens as my tail swishes around his abdomen. I giggle a bit, my pedaling slows down for a moment as I feel his large talon tipped hands cup my buttcheeks from underneath and give them a rough squeeze. "Damn, your panties are so sexy." I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and we've not even really begun. I smile devilishly as I keep my legs moving, his groping doesn't let up as I feel my cunt dampen and heat up even more. Did I mention he loves to toy with my ass? No? Kay. "Mmmm, thanks. Yeah I... made them to remember a friend of mine." I turn my head to the side and give him a sarcastic pout. "But enough about them... ahh... yeah right there." He stops playing with my ass after about a minute, afterwhich we move onto the next stage. He slides his hand into the back my panties and begins to finger my anus. I tighten it as much as possible around his digit, I can literally feel his elevated pulse through his finger. He makes small circular motions in and around my asshole that cause me to shudder with delight. His talon feels too good... I let out a moan and a giggle. "Ahh fuck... you know exactly where I like it..." He gives me a silly horny grin in response. "I have an extra hour to kill before my next shift starts. We can take this nice and slow." My pussy shudders and loosens a bit after that, if I wasn't leaking girlcum before I sure am now. "Haha yeah... that sounds fun." I laugh lightly, trying my best to sound composed, even though my head is in the clouds. I finally take my hands off of the handle bars and sit down as best as I can with his finger still probing my anal cavity. He's standing so close behind me now that I can reach his privates without turning around, so I start rubbing his bird cock through his boxers. "Oooh yesss..." He groans in my ear. My pussy clenches involuntarily at the sound of his voice and I rock my hips back and forth, doing my best to move rhythmically with his anal fingering. I feel like I'm going to explode, every nerve in my lower body is on fire as he wraps his free arm around my underboobs and continues his consensual sexual assault on my dump truck's entrance. "Damn you're nice and sweaty... just how I like you." Angel teases as he pecks at my ear roughly. I respond by tightening my grip on his dick through his underwear and the effect is immediate as it hardens even more and tents against the fabric. I feel my panties become completely soaked and cling tightly to my vagina as his finger continues to plunge in and out of my asshole. I can feel his cock growing longer and firmer in my grasp as my heart races even quicker. My blood is boiling in the best possible way right now. "I think your... birdhood is ready to fill my tank." I try to make a corny joke but as always it's probably just cringe-inducing instead. He simply laughs as he pulls off his boxers while I take off my bra. With my back to him I slide my panties to the side, every part of my agape pulsing asshole is completely exposed to him. I lick my lips erotically and smile at him again, making sure my asscheeks are spread as far apart as possible with one hand. "You are so damn horny Vaine." He says as his impressive erection rests between my asscheeks. "I'm young and sexually active, sue me." I giggle as he pushes the head of his red cock into my black butthole. "I can see that." He grunts as his penis slips deeper into me, my bowel's muscles clench around him tightly and I can't help but let out a squeal of pleasure. My head spins a bit as he fully enters me, his entire seven inch long johnson buries itself in my rectum. My covered cunt spasms involuntarily against the bike seat as his balls press up against my puckered anus. My slit is constricted within my panties tightly as it continues to let me know how much I'm enjoying this. I grab the handle bars of the bike and lean back against him. His arms wrap around my torso as he grabs ahold of the bike with me, my hands are in his and I feel the leathery yet soft texture of his palms. He starts off slow, his hips thrust forward and back with the utmost precision as I feel his hard shaft rhythmically massage the inner walls of my anal cavity. Each time he thrusts in and out my entire lower body aches with pleasure. His dick is exactly what I needed today. "Oh Angel, you're so fucking big... yes right there! Hahhaa..." My words come out as whines as I feel his entire cock sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my backside. He doesn't reply, instead he just keeps going. His hands are on top of mine, so he can have full control of our buttfucking session. He squeezes them harder as he thrusts a little faster into me, his hips and crotch meet the back of my ass in the most perfect way, his balls slap against my drenched panties, spreading my girlcum down there and sending tingles through my whole body. Fuck this feels too amazing. He moans lightly as I continue to hold onto the handlebars and feel his warm ragged breath on my shoulder. After every deep repeated insertion, my asshole feels more and more pleased. Just when I think he's anally probed every corner of my rectum I'm reminded of how wrong I am as different nerves get triggered with each thrust. "Mmm that's so good... fuck... keep it up like that.." I encourage him. He chuckles a bit in response, the feeling of his cock inside of my sensitive butt is driving me insane. I can feel a familiar force build up in my loins and I know it's not going to be long before I cum. "Mmm fuck... I'm... close." My breathing is quick and shallow, my heart is beating so fast that it almost hurts. "Me too..." He pants as his cock throbs and pulses in my asshole. My pussy shudders violently, like a volcano ready to erupt in my loins... "Haaaaaahh!!" My body convulses and shakes, my toes curl, my asshole clenches even tighter around his dick and I throw my head back into his chest, a massive moan escapes my lips as I shoot out torrents of girlcum from my cunt and my panties become thoroughly wet from muff to ass as I leak vaginal fluid everywhere. Seconds later, I feel waves and waves of his steaming sperm filling my bowels, he thrusts into me harder and harder, trying to push himself deeper inside of me as he groans loudly and climaxes. Feeling his hot jizz bubble and spread through my butthole is one of the best things about anal sex... along with everything else of course. My orgasmic high lasts for about fifteen seconds before we both start to chill while still breathing heavily. He pulls out of me and his seed starts to leak out, as the aftershocks of my own enflamed libido slowly dissipates. I force it out of me and it comes out quicker with sounds equivalent to a series of wet farts accompanying it. I only do so because I know he likes it. "Your butt squeaks are so cute." He laughs unironically. "You're as weird as ever." I smile back as I drink the other half of my urine tinted sports drink. "Aren't we all?" He says as he picks up his boxers. After a few more minutes we clean up after ourselves and I put my dirty underwear in my apartment, before heading back out into the hallway naked. Angel asks if we want to hang out for about half an hour but I decline, saying that I have to finish my gym routine. Which is true but kinda silly I know, sex is enough of a workout. What? You want me to describe Angel to you more? Uhh... to be fair I really don't know much about him, he's really just a sexfriend and not much else. He was a famous athlete on his homeworld before he became a Reaper, he lived during a time that was similar to the 1980's on Earth. I'm not sure what more you want from me. If I get to know him more sometime... I'll share it but... not to be rude he's not that important to me at all. Regardless, I spend more time on the bike, before finishing my workout with some squats and leg lifting. If anyone else came in here right now they'd see everything. Not that I'd mind. My workout session ends without another romantic encounter however and I head to the pool to relax. I swim for about twenty minutes before I rest on one of the few deckchairs. Once I'm fairly dry I head to the lounge, which is basically just a room with a couch and a big TV on it. Well it's not a TV, it's way more advanced than one, but it's just much easier to call it that. It has data from every single world that Father got Reaper's from, like every form of digital entertainment that existed or that he could get ahold of. If the movie or show didn't have a digital copy or if it was very rare and only in physical form yeah it's probably not there. It's not a complete list but it's as close as one can get. Also if said planet was too primitive for TV or audio recording technology, well obviously they'd not be in the menu. It's also convoluted and annoying to navigate really. Like for me, I have to select Earth, then specify the country, followed by the media type and genre and then the year or decade after that. Only then am I given a list of things to watch or listen to. Yeah I've been bored enough to watch a few random things from other planets but I haven't really enjoyed doing that, so I almost always pick something from Earth. ... I'm ranting really hard about a digital TV guide hmm? Yeah... I probably should stop. The only good thing about it is that it's all voice and motion control activated, with a remote control it'd be hellish. Anyway, I watch a random Korean reality competition show about people getting "married" (and divorced) while going head to head against each other in various challenges involving cooking and sports. It's a really random and chaotic show and I only picked it because it was rated for "adults only" and the only nudity in it is butts, so lame. I mean yes I love asses but when it's the only thing nice to look at when there's so much more they could show the audience is just blech. After I'm bored of watching tushies, I head home to pee since I'm forbidden do so on the couch... and then go to bed. This is a fairly normal day here at The Citadel. I'm not forgetting how nice the megastructure was before all of this... but I'm adjusting to life here. Even if it's a mostly boring one. ... I miss Japanese cuisine. And my friends. But mostly the food. I'm kidding relax... geez. Ok bye. ~~19th year, 68th day, 7th hour~~ Well… shit. Something significant actually happened today. Shocking I know. Let me back up though. I woke up, peed in the shower, brushed my teeth- Okay that’s too far back, move it forward a tad. It was about an hour before my lunch break, I was sitting at my work computer as usual when I actually found something in the data that I was combing through. After a couple months of tedious sifting through digital mountains of sand I finally found some gold specks, so to speak. Okay maybe not gold it is probably bronze or something but still, better than nothing. I even double and then triple checked just to be sure. I found someone who is ranked 28th on the Creator’s most wanted list. Father thought it was important as well and so, within the hour I found myself about to give a briefing to five of my fellow allies, as well as four big shot Creators. I’m nervous as fuck. Why do I have to be the one to give a damn public speech on such short notice?! And why are two other Reapers here… plus three other random servants of other Creators? I didn’t know but I just came here as I was ordered to. The six of us are all standing in a row in a medium sized circular room. Several large monitors are scattered about on the walls and the four elevated Creators before us are sitting behind a single large curved podium of sorts. Father, The Archdeacon, The Matriarch and some gravely pale, thin lady called The Nightwalker are all staring at us. Yeah she looks like a stereotypical vampire mistress ok? I really don’t care to describe her much beyond that. She’s not important at all anyway… maybe. I’m sure I’ll get to describing my comrades in here soon but for now, Father speaks up. “Now that we’re all here, I’d like you to disclose what you told me to those of us gathered in this hall.” Father's words carry a huge weight of authority as I take a few steps forward. “Yes my lords… and ladies.” I hesitate for a moment as I pull out my micro tablet from my side pocket that I carry with me almost all the time now. “The data cache from the outer sector 43-815b was relayed to The Citadel’s servers eighty nine hours ago.” I begin speaking as clearly as I can. “As I was manually going through the massive amount of gathered intel I found something of significance in the Galletron Five Star System.” I press a few buttons on my tablet and someone’s ugly facehole gets displayed on the monitors. “Ronzey Goldenfloc, former husband to one of The Nine, wanted for the plethora of Gray Dragoon information that he undoubtedly possesses. He’s ranked 28th on our most wanted list of targets. Even after his marriage broke down he still kept in contact with one of The Gray Dragoon's leaders, according to our older records at least.” My tone conveys an aura of disinterest but I don’t really care to hide my feelings, I already explained this once after all. I play a muted video that shows a political campaign ad that was broadcast on his present home planet. He ran for the president of this backwater world like twenty years ago and won, ruling still as a power hungry dictator. Aside from his clean hair and lack of an eye patch, it’s easy to see that he is indeed the same wretched human from his mug shot on our hit list. “About… sixty-ish years ago he was a the CEO of a mega-corporation that turned this hellish desert wasteland of a planet into something that could be considered livable. His government owns, operates and regulates twenty three large cities across the surface and its been used as a spaceport for the galactic alliance in the sector since then.” I stop for a moment, I’ve said basically all I need to say… just the bare minimum of information that I uncovered. I wanna uncover my butt and piss hard right about now just to relieve the pressure in my chest, this is stressful. Public speaking is definitely not my forte. "This is a chance that we cannot fail to take." The Archdeacon starts his statement like an emotionless drone and not with his usual charismatic prophet voice. "The six of you will go to Galletron Five's inhabited world and retrieve him. This must be done with the upmost discretion, we don't have the manpower necessary right now to take on another galactic alliance in the middle of this war." Kay. ... Wait what?! Hold on... the six... of us... does that mean I'm going?! On a mission?! For the first time?! I'm sure the shock is plastered all over my face but before I have the chance to respond, someone carries on the conversation. "With all do respect my lord," A tall black deer cloaked in shadow talks with a rather calming yet unsettling voice. "How can we be sure that this... Ronzey fellow actually has anything of use to us?" "Because we know the kind of man he is." Father replies. "He's been sympathetic towards The Gray Dragoons... misguided sense of justice for centuries in the past. I have no doubt he's still in contact with someone who we can use to get a foothold in this conflict, perhaps that's even still his ex-wife." "Yes." The Nightwalker's tone is as cold as one would expect. "I have no doubt... that rotten man is like a snake waiting for the opportune moment to strike. If we spook him he'll go even deeper into his refuse plastered nest. We only have one shot at this, which is why this assignment must be treated with the upmost discretion." "Forgive me Father." The dark cervine kneels on the ground. "I spoke too rashly." The Nightwalker sneers at him, we all see it but Father simply smiles and I have to hold back a laugh. Even the badass looking stag Reaper wants nothing to do with her as he completely ignores her. Regardless I feel like I have to speak up about something else. "I'd also like to say that... are you sure I'm right fit for this mission?" I sound kind of shy for the first time since coming into this room I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me but I had to ask. "You're the one who found this valuable information that would have slipped by us otherwise." The Archdeacon compliments me and I feel weird. "Besides, your computer skills will be of use for this task, you are the fourth best hacker among The Citadel's legion after all." "Wait I am?" I blurt out. I'm surprised again but try to hide it. "Indeed." Father elaborates. "You get more work done per hour in the army command center than almost anyone else. You should be proud. I have no doubt that this is the perfect first mission for you." "Thank you Father." I have to hold back tears of joy to be honest. I'm... actually good at something? I'm not completely worthless? My heart and world just got a whole lot lighter. These past few months I thought I was stuck here because I didn't stand out in any way. Turns out I was just really good... at a tedious job. It's not combat or anything flashy... but it's something. I'm useful... damn. I really should keep my self hatred in check, but my grief for these past ninty-ish days was keeping me from seeing how hard I was actually working. Anyway, while I'm praising myself the conversation with my comrades and the Creators present still carries on. I guess I should explain who they are hmm? Brace yourselves this may take a while. Here we have a young girl. I mean she's probably around my age but yeah. She looks like a stereotypical priestess from a fantasy world. Her name is Fei and she's a servant of The Matriarch. She has beautiful purple eyes and long silverish-gray hair. She's about my height. Her butt and boobs are smaller than mine though. judging by how they're not poking out suggestively from her rather tight robes. Yeah I don't really know her... but I guess I will learn more about her on this assignment... along with everyone else of course. She's going to be our healer, so it seems like she's only useful for our non-Reaper companions. Speaking of which... Standing beside Fei is... a brutish male alien. He looks like an anthro but he's for sure not, he doesn't have any fur for one thing, except maybe a bit of stubble for a goatee. Just gray skin, deep set red eyes and an overbite that'd put anyone to shame. He almost looks orc like... or tiger like... but even those descriptions aren't really accurate. He's really tall too, almost seven feet, maybe an inch or two shorter. His tail is also long and thin, very cat-esque. Yeah I have no idea... I've never met him so I guess I'll have to ask him what he calls himself. Also he serves The Archdeacon so he's a religious nutjob, great. Maybe he's one of those who just silently obeys and doesn't actually believe in the cultish gobbledygook? Hopefully that's the case. I don't need to be preached to. Also he's here because of his excellent melee combat abilities... not exactly the subtly I thought we were looking for but who knows... maybe he's a fucking ninja or some shit. His name is Xer-Ren, quite awesome honestly. I hope his personality is as great as his appearance but when have I ever been lucky? Next up... is someone who I can only describe as a stereotypical badass sidekick character in a shonen anime. Yeah I know I should stop comparing every human I see to a cartoon stereotype but I can't help it for some reason. Wild dark blue hair, blue eyes, a small face tattoo that looks kinda tribal-like and enough swag to fill up a toilet bowl. Ahh... piss. I will be sure to wee before leaving for the mission. Anyway yeah his earrings, necklaces and fancy suit are all fucking epic and compliment his fashion sense perfectly. I can tell how buff he is through that jacket as well, sexy piece of manmeat right here... sexy enough for a human anyway. Ahem regardless, his name is Braun, boring name bud, and he's our... aerial combat expert. Does that mean he's a pilot? Maybe, I dunno. God all of my companions are just so fuckable despite us not being the same species. I really should get my mind outta the slut gutter. Thankfully, my last two allies on this mission are anthros... kind of. I think. Now we get to the elephant in the room... or the deer in this case. The Reaper that all other Reaper's fear... or so I've heard. Father's number one soldier, the original son who has had the longest amount to time to build up his soul power... and is said to easily be able to take on a fully equipped army by himself. I'm not intimidated by his tall and lithe body that constantly billows smoke and it somehow manages to not fill up the room. His red glowing facial scars and tattered black robes don't freak me out at all... nope not at all. For some reason, on my first day here, Hannes warned me about Kastor. Told me to stay as far away as possible and avoid him like the plague. Well I'm here now and I'm not dead so I'm sure it's fine. Anthros said the same thing about me in high school after all. I don't really care that he's an outsider from most other Reaper's point of view. In a way I kind of connect with him on that... even though we've not spoken at all. Anyway his specialty is magic. How very vague but whatever. Did I mention he was tall? Like he'd be a full head taller than Axel at least, not including his antlers. Look I'm sorry to keep comparing you pal but hey you were the former tallest anthro I knew so... yeah. I'll stop now. At the complete opposite end of the height spectrum... we have a short white rabbit anthro standing beside Kastor. Like he can't be any more than four feet tall, likely even less. He'd have to stare up at me through my underboobs in order to see my face, assuming he was right in front of me of course. Ahem... moving on. His name is Carrots. We've met quite a few times throughout The Citadel. He always wears baggy and loud clothing, loud meaning like obnoxious colors. Yes I am Miss Captain obvious right now. He's the opposite of stealthy, you would see him coming a mile away if he was in a crowd. Well, if he wasn't so god damn short. I don't have much else to say about him really, he's going to be our ranged combat specialist on this mission. Guess if we need a sniper for... what snipers are used for he'll be the one to call on. Who're you gonna call? Not the Ghostbusters. That sounded a lot funnier in my head. Regardless most of the conversation has passed by but once my mind gets back in focus, I start to pay more attention to it again. "As for Vaine," I perk up at hearing Father speak my name. "Your role in this mission is a supportive one. I want you to do your upmost to ensure that you avoid combat unless its absolutely necessary. This planet is infamous for being very dangerous, which is why there are so many hard hitters going with you." "Yes Father, I understand." "Departure for this assignment will be in two hours." The Archdeacon concludes. "Please gather the most essential items that you need to bring with you. An android will drop by your apartments shortly and leave behind your new ID's. It shouldn't need to be said but be sure to not share any information to anyone else about this mission outside of those in this room." Makes sense, if the Gray Dragoons find out who we really are that'd be bad. We also don't know if there are any traitors in our midst so it's best to limit information of soon-to-be active assignments. Our cover is like our daddies are mega rich tycoon entrepreneurs or some shit so The Creators have already bought a multi-trillion credit skyscraper in the capital city for us to stay in. A bit excessive but at least we won't have nosy neighbors, which I assume exist in any and all worlds with life. I can just imagine the little bacteria bickering now... Also I'm the only one in here wearing The Creator's Legion standard uniform, as I have everyday, while every other comrade besides myself is wearing whatever the hell they want. Did I miss a memo that it is somehow ok to wear anything and everything here? Hmm, whatever, not too important I guess but I will have to change before I leave. With that we all make our exits without speaking to each other. I guess our first conversations will be on our ship, hopefully it's not too awkward. I head back to my apartment and notice a small backpack outside of my door, with folded clothes and my new ID inside. Hmm. Well, that solves that problem. I enter my abode and try them on. The clothes are exactly the style I used to love to wear, if I had to guess, I'd say that Father made these and sent them to me. I look at myself in my bedroom mirror and turn around a little. I gotta say... the pants are a little tight. But as I'm checking myself out I notice that damn I look sexy as fuck. It's kind of erotically empowering honestly. I almost wanna masturbate to my reflection. ... That was a joke ok? I'm not that narcissistic. Not that much. My hair has grown out a lot these last few months. I really should get it cut sometime... but that's not important right now. I stuff the small backpack with several sets of bras and panties, along with my toothbrush and toothpaste and other miscellaneous hygiene items. I put a couple of spare tablets inside, just on the off chance that one might break somehow, I feel like it could easily happen. After that, I grab my compact scythe from my closet that took me about a month to meticulously craft. I based its aesthetics on a lightsaber but it's actually not that at all. At a glance it's just a fancy silver colored hilt, with a micro lever on one side near the top and a button in the middle of the center. With a flick of the trigger-like appendage, the entire thing expands out to about five feet in length. You could technically use it as a staff or some shit but the real fun part comes when I power it up. When I press the button, electricity flows through it, causing nanomachines to fly out of a very tiny hatch and attach themselves to the far end of the pole and arrange themselves into a scythe-like pattern. These simple tiny robots are extremely sturdy and won't come apart easily. Some of the nanomachines have a faint red glow for aesthetic purposes. It took me a long time to develop the code so that they'd behave that way. Okay I guess like forty three days isn't that long but still. But yeah to deactivate it I simply press the button again and the mini micro bots quickly swarm back into it as the length of it shrinks down to it's convenient size at the same time like a spent cock. I latch it onto my belt and smile lightly. I shouldn't have to use it but obviously if an emergency arises I'll have it on me. The only issue is that it takes a few seconds for the scythe to be combat ready, so ideally my opponent would be far enough away that they couldn't close the gap on me. But just in case they do I grab a small combat knife and strap it to the right side of my belt, that should be fine if I'm somehow caught off-guard. I guess I should explain how nano-technology works differently from alchemy before I go... but honestly do I really need to? It's simple really, the nanobots are programmed to take a specific shape. Whereas with alchemy the structure of what you craft is fixed depending on where you place atoms. Molecules made this way are not programable obviously. I didn't craft the nanomachines, I requested some from The Citadel's supplies. The rest of the weapon is handcrafted by me though and I could not duplicate it easily. In fact I know if I took the time to make it again it'd look and feel unavoidably different, my alchemy skills are still amateurish at best. Man I really didn't need to describe it in explicit detail at all but whatever, I just felt... compelled to. Look today is a weird day okay? I don't know what it is but something has felt off for the past couple weeks or so. So if I have to gush randomly about nanotechnology I'm gonna do it. I just feel jittery and itchy but like... in a mental way. Does that make sense? I dunno. And no it feels different from my normal self-hatred that I have to overcome, it's kind of like a hunger or a urge that isn't sexual. I'm sure I'll be fine... maybe. Regardless I leave my apartment and head down to level six of The Citadel. I have an ugly android guide me to the correct hanger and I notice that everyone else is already there. Father is also waiting close by, beside Kastor and Carrots. He tells the three of us in a hushed voice to be careful, not just because of our target but because of our other so-called allies. He's not accusing them of being spies for other Creator's political games... but he sure as hell believes it to be a possibility. We all nod and I'll say I'll be careful. As I start to head to the ship I notice that Father and Kastor are talking privately for a few moments. I wonder what that's about? Whatever it's not important. The ship we're going to take... looks really fancy not going to lie. And inside it's even more so. We have a minibar and a lounge area... inside of it. Alrighty. Well I guess that's because of our cover, our fake families being mega rich after all. Fei and I are apparently the spoiled rich kids, Xar-Ren is playing the part of our bodyguard and Braun is pretending to be our butler or something. Oh and Carrots is just our wacky friend who we invited to join us on this little excursion, really feels like you got shafted hard in this fake story bub. But yeah as for Kastor I don't really know what his uhh, cover is. He's just kind of here, I guess he got shafted harder. Regardless, I put my backpack in a rather small but decently spacious room marked with my spy name, Veronica Jewels, but I don't stay in there long. Yes I know my false ID is dumb but whatever I don't really care. I enter the lounge area again and pour myself a random drink, looks like some kind of pink tinted gin of some sort. I sit myself down on one of the third-of-a-circle style couches and try to relax as best as I can. Look I'm not high class enough to know their name ok? Peeve off. Regardless as I'm fighting with myself internally, Fei comes out of her space faring bedroom wearing simple white pants and a loose shirt ontop. She looks pretty cute not going to lie but she seems embarrassed by her getup. "You look fine without your robes..." I blurt out. "No one's going to notice uhh, anything odd with you." She simply takes in what I said and sits herself down near me with an elegance that I do not possess. "My name is Fei, it's nice to officially meet you Ms. Steele." "You don't have to be so formal." I laugh. "Feel free to call me Vaine... or whatever you'd like really. Good to meet you too Fei." She nods her head and smiles. After a few more awkward moments and us talking about basically nothing, someone else walks into the ship. With his big broad shoulders and stone-colored skin it is indeed Xer-Ren who graces us with his presence. He's wearing a thick black breastplate and thin gloves with studded knuckles but besides that he's donning what he had on before basically. I don't even really notice the small spherical red pendant that he's wearing. "Ladies..." His rather soft voice is sophisticated, yet strangely monotone. It's not what I expected him to sound like at all. "May the light of the red suns guide you." Oh. So he does believe that shit? Oof. Fei stands up and does a small curtsy. "May the mother of twilight protect you as well." Right. I forgot she's kind of a wacky loon too huh? What have I gotten myself into? I'll have to be extra careful not to badmouth either The Matriarch or The Archdeacon, if I do that would be bad. Also they're both looking at me for some reason. Oh boy... "May this..." I hesitate for a moment. "war for justice rip The Gray Dragoons from the historical archives." I don't even bother to stand up, I sounded rather dismissive if I'm being honest, I barely even raised my half-filled glass in a toast. Ugh, socializing sucks. How do you do it again? "I see you're not one for formalities." Xer-Ren lets out a surprisingly hearty laugh and sits down across from us. "But your comment is not untrue, this war is long overdue and we shall have the right to call ourselves civilized when it is finally over." "Indeed." Fei replies with an air of confidence. "Let us pray that the blessings of our path shine brightly on us soon." I just nod at them. This is already becoming awkward as fuck... I have to find something to do, the silence is unbearable. As if I wasn't already fidgety enough my bladder reminds me of my primal need to piss. ... I forgot to relieve myself before I left my apartment. God dammit. With my senses once again back to reality after being off in lala land for who knows how long, the faint scent of Fei and Xer-Ren is rather nice. Even though I'm only holding in a moderate amount of pee my pussy twitches and I begin to feel horny, as I normally do when I have some in the tank. Fuck. Normally it would be fine but in this instance, being aroused is more annoying than satisfying. Making a memorable first impression by peeing my pants? Yeah I'd never hear the end of that. It'd be hot though... Gah. Stop it me. I shift my weight around slightly as I take another sip of my drink, the sensation of the soothing liquid running down my throat only makes things worse. My loins ache as I try my hardest to not let my situation appear on my face. It's really aggravating... but it's also turning me on because of course it is. My tight leather jeans aren't helping either. I'm making a mountain out of a molehill aren't I? I can just excuse myself for a few minutes, I'm sure there's a bathroom on the ship. I'm an idiot. A dumb horny idiot but still. Just when I encourage myself mentally enough to stand up though, Braun walks into the ship all cool and swag-like. He drops his bag down on an empty lounge chair and nods at everyone. Just when I think he's about to talk to us... he heads to the back of the ship instead. What? Oh. I spent about fifteen seconds being hella confused until I hear the toots and shoots that his butt is no doubt producing now. In fact it's so loud that you'd swear he was taking a dump right in front of us. Fei just blushes for some reason while I just have a dumbfounded look on my face. "Filthy mongrel..." I hear Xar-Ren mutter under his breath, probably too quiet for a human to hear, I'd assume anyway. But who knows, I've literally never heard anyone shit so loudly, it's still going. My god. My bladder is more uncomfortable than ever as I wonder how the fuck we can even hear him when he's probably close to fifty feet away from us. Maybee he really does just poop louder than an... elephant. Yeah that makes sense... "Is he... alright?" Fei's eyes are wide open as she leans in towards me. "How am I supposed to know?!" I blurt out in a whisper. But yeah we just sit there in silence for a couple minutes, giving me the excuse to fidget under the guise of him making me squirm but really it's just my bladder. Braun's fartfest still goes strong and eventually stops shortly afterward. Thank the gods that don't exist because you'd think he was dying or something. He comes out a few minutes later looking exactly the same as he did when he went in, like nothing ever happened. "Did you wash your hands?" I naturally quip as he stands before us again. I should have kept my mouth shut. Why do I always say something so stupid and act like it's the funniest joke ever? Gah. "Why would you ask something like that?" He sighs as he lights up a cigarette. I just scolded myself for that buddy. "It's a valid question from the young lady." Xar-Ren stares coldly with his arms crossed, clearly not happy. "We could hear your gastric rumblings throughout the entirety of the vessel." That comment makes him look away awkwardly from us, or maybe just Fei I can't tell. "Sorry ladies." He apologizes as he shuffles his already wild hair with his hand. "I had way too much to eat last night." Fei simply chuckles lightly, she seems to be back to normal. As for me well I'm still kinda out of it but whatever. Oh yeah, piss. Again. "You're just going to ignore me?" Xar-Ren still looks like... the angry alien that he is. "I have nothing to say to a follower of that... false prophet." Braun speaks as casually as ever as he pours himself a drink from the bar. "What was that?!" Xar-Ren stands up so violently that I'm surprised his chair doesn't fall over. "You and that immoral witch would be nothing without The Archdeacon's superior guidance and grace!" The two of them glare at each other intensely. Is this really happening? Is a fight really about to break out within the first half hour of us meeting? No freaking way... This is probably a good time for me to go to the bathroom, hopefully it doesn't still stink like however it did when Braun dropped his anal bombs in there. Watching these two men punch each other in the gut over and over again may be too much for me to handle while my pussy is screaming for relief. As I stand up, a black shadowy hand calmly presses itself atop Xar-Ren's left shoulder. "Please limit your grudges to just words until after the mission is over." Kastor's cold emotionless voice is almost enough to make everyone shudder. "Aww come on Ani-ki..." In contrast a joyful playful tone comes up from behind his torn robes, Carrots is seemingly standing on the side of his waist. "Let the... emotional mortals have their fun. You have to respect their short lives for what they are you know?" Kastor simply clicks his tongue as Carrots hops off and follows him closely like a lost kitten, laughing about something all the while. Are the two of them friends? I can't really tell. Their personalities are so different from each other it's hard to believe how casually and freely the rabbit is speaking to him. "Are you going somewhere?" Fei tilts her head and asks me a question as I'm snapped back to reality. "Oh yeah..." Now it's my turn to get all red in the face. "Nature calls. I was waiting for Braun to get out and then well all of that happened..." My knees would literally be shaking if I weren't standing right now. "You could have gone while I was in there," Braun actually shows a slightly different emotion for once, one of concern... or pity? I dunno. "There's two private privies back there." Vaine, The Fucking Idiot, strikes again. I should just rename this entire arc to that- wait what am I saying? I quickly excuse myself and make my way to the rear of the ship. There are indeed two of them. However, when I enter one it's almost like a scene out of a wet dream nightmare. There's nothing in here to piss or shit in. What? All that's here is a sink and a mirror. The sliding door hisses shut and locks itself behind me as I inadvertently press my ass up hard against it. Inside is... what I can only describe as a robotic see-through snake-like appendage. It is floating in the air like I'm some sort of snake charmer, just swaying back and forth. It's like a bigger version of those revolting yet arousing poop suckers from The Citadel's toilet seats, in fact I think that's exactly what it is. I can almost see the cute cartoony eyes of the "sentient serpent" staring at me right now, asking me to drop my pants. It doesn't say anything of course but it's movements are eerily life-like, hence the serpentine comparisons that I keep making. My urethra loosens up slightly and I have to manually clench my vaginal muscles. I'm going to leak really soon if I don't actually get started. This sucks... but I'm pretty sure my panties are already slightly damp from my horny and pathetic state. I unbuckle my jeans and let them slide partway down my legs. It takes almost all of my willpower for me to hold onto my depressurized bladder, I just want to relieve this stress built up inside my privates. Fuck, this feels so bad and good. I want to masturbate so badly. It feels like it's been forever since I've touched myself while pissing. Shit... I slowly pull down my gray underwear from the sides and abruptly stop once my pubic fur is exposed and breathe in deeply. Why do I do so? I'm not sure, I'm just sexually torturing myself at this point. The desire to wee in my undies is so strong but I resist somehow. My clitoris is on fire and she's begging me to give her some attention. The automated clear plastic snake's head analyzes my lower body, slips itself inside the front of my panties and makes its way to my pee hole. I feel it start to suckle on my urethra like a babe on its mother's tit and I cover my mouth with both hands and moan as quietly as I can. "Fuuuuckkk..." My piss gushes out of me so hard that it hurts, but it feels erotic even more so. I don't have the self control anymore, not now. As the synthetic serpent begins to chug my hot golden shower down its throat, I rub my clitoris roughly while still holding my mouth shut with my free hand. My panties instantly get drenched in girlcum as my pee keeps spraying out of me. I start to fantasize that someone could easily be watching me, the thought makes my sex drive feel as though it's on fire. "Mm, f-f-f-fuuck, fuck, fu-uuu-ck..." I can barely keep my voice down, I'm breathing through my nose heavily as I practically suffocate myself with my hand while masturbating furiously. The thought of getting caught is such a huge turn on as my legs continue to shake and my heart pounds faster. I can hear the tube suckling sounds, the lewd sloshing of my fingered pussy, my nasty piss being forced out of me and my muffled moans of pleasure are my entire world right now. I can hear it all so clearly. The feeling of urinating during a self-love session is just the greatest, the only thing better is peeing during sex. The fact that I can't stop is intoxicating, my vaginal juices are just leaking out of me quickly now as I keep imagining a faceless voyeur peeping on me. I'm a horny little whore, the snake is a big cock and I'm in heat. My legs give out, but I'm still standing. If I didn't have the support of the door and the tentacle'd piss sucker, I'd probably fall down. My ass is somehow thick enough to hold my weight... ahh ahh fuck... As my cunt's inner folds presses against the robot's smooth exterior, it's tip almost goes inside me like a synthetic cock. That light teasing is enough to send me over the edge. "Ahhhhh-hhh-haaaa!" I refuse to hold back any longer and I cum hard. The feeling is so overwhelming as I climax that it makes me wish I could piss forever. I squirt all over my legs and inner thigh, as well as the robotic snake that is still draining my bladder. "F-fuuuck..." I can't even think clearly, the ecstasy is so much that my body goes limp. It takes about another twenty seconds for the last few drops of urine to be extracted from my pussy. Once it's done, the artificial tube slips out of my half-pulled down panties and my ass plops to the warm floor. "I... have never... seen anything... like that..." I pant like a horny bitch as I whisper aloud to myself. "These Creator bathrooms just keep getting more and more perverted. Or maybe that's just me..." My mind is so hazy and clouded right now. But at the very least I feel better, no more arousing pressure in my bladder. It feels so empty and the stress that I've built up for today has completely vanished. I have a slight smile on my face, probably just an after effect from my orgasmic daze. That felt so good. Anyway, I don't sit on my bare butt with my pants pulled down for long, I quickly put my underwear back in place and wipe my sticky thighs clean with nearby toilet paper, I didn't notice that was there before, phew. Regardless I stand up and pull up my pants before washing my hands like a good girl. Afterwards I head back out and notice that Fei and Braun are sitting side by side talking at the bar, while Carrots and Xar-Ren are discussing something else on the other end of the lounge. Kastor is just sitting down in a corner alone, near the cockpit's entrance, with his eyes closed. Looks like the social circles have already been set. Also we've already taken off, I can see that we're zooming through hyperspace right now from my slight view of the cockpit and I didn't even feel it while in the washroom. Braun and Fei are the first ones to notice me and I manage to smile lightly. "Feel better I hope?" Fei seems a lot more relaxed, I dunno how much she's drank so far but her current glass is more than half empty. "Yeah." I scratch my cheek casually. "Did you guys hear me too or no?" Fei just tilts her head awkwardly. "Nah, just the uhh, steady rushing of liquid..." "The acoustics of this ship's plumbing system must be faulty to some degree." Braun states neutrally while inhaling a puff. Ahh okay. So they heard me take a long hard piss but not my loud moaning masturbating session? That's... not as embarrassing as it could have been I guess. Regardless I sit down near Kastor but not too close. I take a quick glance at him and notice something... peculiar. This is also the first time that I'm noticing... he's shorter than he normally is... and I cannot spot where the bottom of his robes end and legs begin. "Is their something you'd like to ask me?" Kastor still has his eyes closed but clearly he noticed my curiosity, of course he did. I cannot even imagine how insane his perception is. "N-No. Sorry for staring that was rude of me." I try to back pedal, even though his voice is surprisingly normal and calm. "It's fine. You wouldn't be the first and you won't be the last." His speech patterns are mentor-like and philosophical, it's kind of hard to describe. But I guess everything is hard to describe today hmm? "You're just uhh, not what I expected." Drat I may have said too much. "I'm simply the most efficient Reaper that exists." Kastor opens his eyes. "If that makes me the villain for most of us then so be it." "Aniki may look like evil incarnate but he's a really nice guy." Carrots somehow appeared next to me without me even noticing and I almost jump off of the bench. "His body didn't take to the Reaper Core well so, he has to hold himself together with his dark magic constantly these days. On the plus side he never has to sleep again though, he's like a ghost or a lich or something." "Carrots..." Kastor's tone immediately shifts. "Could you not assault my ears with your silly nicknames during a mission, for the thousandth time? besides I'm not an undead spirit, I am very much alive." "Aww come on bro we're all friends here." Carrot's happy tone doesn't leave his mouth. "Besides, the newbies should see that we're approachable and friendly." "We are neither of those things." Kastor scolds him like a child. "You've known each other a while hmm?" I have to hold back a light laugh. "Oh yeah sister." Carrots eyes are now glued to me. "We grew up together. The fact that we're both Reapers is literally thanks to the gods themselves." "I didn't know that, sorry." I apologize again. I really don't know much of anything about anyone outside of my... original Reaper friends. Kastor almost opens his mouth to speak but Carrots beats him to the punch. "We lived on a violent world where deer and rabbit anthros were at war with humans for centuries. When all three races finally did reconcile we had tech that was probably only a couple decades more advanced than yours on Earth. I looked up your home planet, hope I didn't overstep." "Nah it's alright." I manage to laugh lightly this time. "Your friendship just seems... really unique." "We're not friends." "Yes it is." They both reply at the same time and I chuckle again. I think you can deduce who said what by this point. "Now that we're all being merry and drinking, well most of us." Xer-Ren stands up after setting an empty glass onto a nearby table. "Let's discuss the mission in more detail shall we?" Everyone pretty much agrees but me, so we all sit around in a circle and talk about mostly what we already know, just to reaffirm in our minds what our assignment is. It's mostly the information I said before, with some differences. "What do we know about the planet itself?" Braun steps in so I guess I have to go into more detail. "Well... as I said it's a cold desert wasteland outside of the cities. The air is very thin and unbreathable, the sand is all tainted gray from poison and millions of years of solar radiation. It's tidally locked to its green host star. The twenty three domed cities on its surface are arranged in a straight line on the planet's Temperate zone, so all the cities are constantly seeing the sun halfway set on the horizon. There's also factories and mines outside of the settlements which harvest and create various resources for the local economy, I don't know many specifics yet other than they only export about fifteen percent of what they retrieve." God I feel like I spoke forever. Blech. "A green sun? That's quite rare isn't it?" Fei asks inquisitively. "It fuses mostly Boron instead of Hydrogen, giving it a sickly hue." Xer-Ren speaks up. "They are indeed very rare. But as such they last only a fraction of the time that normal stars do. It'll turn into a blue dwarf in probably around 34 million years or so." We all turn our heads in surprise at Xer-Ren's knowledge. I mean yes I knew that too but still. "What?" it's Xer-Ren's turn to look annoyed, again. "Did you all assume I was just some kind of brute with no brain function?" "I mean yeah kind of." Braun retorts. "Oh fuck off." Xer-Ren sounds angry but he seems used to Braun's insults by now so he's honestly rather calm. Fei and I just laugh honestly. This is probably the start of a beautiful friendship between the two rival men. Or a gay love story. Hey I don't judge that'd be kinda hot. Ahem... yeah I'm moving on now. "Don't forget that the crime rate on the fourth world of the Galletron Five Star System is really high. Father already said it but I don't want you girls anywhere near combat. Do I make myself clear?" Kastor sounds like he's scolding us but I also hear the worry in his voice. "Yes sir." Fei and I reply almost at the exact same moment. "Good. We'll be there in about thirty three hours. Be sure you are all well rested before we get there." We all just kind of disperse again after that. Carrots heads back to the cockpit and I hear him cursing lightly under his breath for the first time. "Fuck, the auto-pilot is one two thousandths of a percent off from our actual destination. Looks like I'll have to guide it manually." Carrots sits down in the pilot seat which is surprisingly the perfect size for his small body and he takes the wheel of the ship, so to speak. Without even saying anything else he starts playing music from some button he presses. Rebel of the Laundry.mp3 Honestly it's a hella good song, if a little silly. Okay it's a lot silly. "Do you really have to play that crap now?" Kastor sighs as he checks in on us. "I swear you've listened to all those songs a million times by now." "Hey man, if I'm going to do some tedious shit like guiding the starship slightly every twenty minutes then I'm gonna listen to my rock n roll." Carrots retorts with a snort. "Fine. Just keep us on course. I don't want to lose precious time." Kastor leaves us without another comment. Man. This mission is gonna be alot of fun. I hope at least. The anthros and aliens with me are all rather odd and strange. Kinda like me I suppose. Anyway, I don't have to go into much detail about what happens next. Carrots and I listen to his entire playlist, which he lets me have on my micro tablet. Pretty nice of him honestly. Although I'm pretty sure Carrots will comply with nearly anything, within reason. The next thirty three hours go by like you'd expect, I sleep, piss a few times, shower twice, eat some food. Life stuff you know? Anyway, when we get to the planet's surface it has a strange beauty to it in a way. It's pretty much as I described. But seeing an alien world for the first time... is awesome. I won't bore you with the long and tedious process we had to go through to get inside the capital. You just need to know that a lot of protocols and red tape were annoying and shit but they eventually let us through when they realized I was just a spoiled rich kid, well according to my cover at least. When we got inside the city, I should have been cautious as we were warned to be. But I wasn't. We had to leave our ship behind at the hanger, which was fine. But when we got out to the local transports, basically flying taxis, there was already two of them waiting for us when we hadn't booked them ahead of time. We didn't think anything of it though. Fei, Carrots and I got into one and everyone else went into the other. By the time we noticed that something was wrong and we weren't going to our destination it was already too late. Someone, somewhere must have thought that we were just three naïve hedge fund heirs that were way over our heads with inexperience. We were forced out of the car near what I can only describe as a shady warehouse. Dozens of aliens and anthros alike with guns surrounded it like some kind of mafia fortress. "Kill the rabbit and take the girls to the boss, so he can inspect the merchandise himself." A gross fat man, one of the few who was unarmed, grinned lustfully at us. Fei was scared as she held onto my arm. But I was fucking angry.
  14. View File Live Action Wettings 1: Mixed Bag The order of the wettings are 1: Kawasaki Ninja 300 Commercial (Removed Annoying Music) 2: Alabama Cultural Video by Tabbo.Com 3: Gripfast 2023 06 - Order Video (Removed Annoying Music) 4: Chasing Mummies - Season 1 Episode 2 5: Beauty Rope Cosmetology 6: I Bet You Will - Unknown Episode 7: Mai-Chan’s Daily Life 8: Infamous Bondage Murders 9: Lady Puddle Knickers (Removed Music) 10: The Girl and The Wooden Horse Torture 11: A Little Bonus (I Dont Know the Source) Submitter Vbucks Submitted 03/20/2024 Category Female  
  15. Does anyone remember the site sanfet.co.uk? It was a fully legitimate, paid British fetish site with some models that you see on other sites (like Kayla Louise who appeared on many diaper / wetting sites over the years). The theme was pads of all kinds. A lot of the content also used Tena Lady or other incontinence pads, and there was a constant wink towards wetting, even though the site didn't show it (I recall one video had two oft he women laying in bed in large pads, and one of them tells the other that she just peed in hers). In any case, it was a great site that is long gone. Does anyone remember it, or have any of the content? I have a few things that I located via web archives with some effort, which I'll add below.
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    (CRASH FIXED) By the same developer as Ghost Castle Gunsweeper, Bounty Hunter 3 and School Girl Courage Test (all featuring peeing), this is a game about hunting down ghosts with guns, spells and a weak scientist trying to kick or punch the bad guys. It's a well animated game that has significantly more effort in its general gameplay and pee-related scenes than so many others with peeing/urination/wetting tags slapped on that I have tested out from various places. For sexual content and warnings, all women depicted are over 18 and believably so, there is optional scat (see gameplay), there are depictions of sexual assault if the protagonists are defeated or choose to surrender, there are also crafting mechanics heavily dependent on semen extraction from the male character and enemies. Zombies and ghosts I have seen thus far are not gory or especially horrific. The scientist is a 40 year old perverted man who makes frequent unwelcome advances on the women. To support the developer (T-ENTA-P), please see: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/circle/profile/=/maker_id/RG01474.html Gameplay: Standard turn-based combat against ghosts and zombies. 2D CGs are animated in all scenes, including standing picture. The scientist collects semen and more normal ingredients to use scientific alchemy and make recovery items, enchanted bullets and other things. Because of a scientific drink used in the intro, all drinks are diuretics and all food are laxatives for the girls Pee or scat depends on food/drink intake and thus can be changed accordingly if for example poop is to be avoided. Characters and their wetting/toilet scenes are fully altered by current state of clothing. Clothing is limited initially, but states of undress are fully customisable and more clothing is unlocked later on. Wet clothes are visible after wetting scenes permanently until new clothing is obtained, even tracking individually wet or dry clothes! Recollection room allows replay of watched scenes. Although there is no bar or numerical representation shown to the player, the women taking food/drink gradually need to use the toilet even more until an eventual accident. Please note that desperation does not seem to increase during battle, possibly including item usage. Formation changes standing picture with 1st position determining shown character. Each character has different mannerisms and is animated differently in all scenes, including on the main map. Please note: Aki's 5-shot skill seems to cause a crash on older version.
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  17. So here is a fun thing to do as we go into the new year. This is for those of us who experience for real bedwetting incidents, AKA we are true bedwetters. I love all my OMO friends but please let's keep this post for those of us who for real still deal with accidental bedwetting. So we are day one as of this post into 2023..... Question is, who is still dry, who has wet the bed in the new year? Ways to post: 1. Post that you have not wet the bed (for real) yet in 2023. You can post as often as you want, but upon your first wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day that you are no longer dry in 2023. Or 2. Upon your first for real wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day (or indicate the relative date of your wetting if past the actually date after) that you are no longer dry in 2023. Let's see who wets first and who stays dry the longest in 2023. (AGAIN LETS KEEP THIS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO STILL EXPERIENCE BEDWETTING. YOU DRY BED PEOPLE CAN GO ALL YEAR AND NOT HAVE A GENUINE BEDWETTING ACCIDNET.... DON'T BRAG NOW 😆)
  18. Chapter 1: This can't be real "Ashley, did you remember to pack the camera for your sister?" Steve yelled while adding things to their car for their road trip. "Got it!" Ashley called back, lugging a heavy suitcase towards the car. She had packed meticulously, ensuring they had everything they needed for their week-long getaway. As she approached the car, she noticed Steve struggling with a large cooler. "Let me help you with that," she said, setting down the suitcase and moving to assist him. Together, they managed to load the cooler into the trunk, making space for the rest of their luggage. "Thanks, Ash," Steve said, wiping sweat from his brow. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Ashley smiled, feeling a warm sense of contentment. She loved moments like these, simple and mundane yet filled with a sense of togetherness. As they finished loading the car, Ashley glanced at the time. "We should get going if we want to make it to Sarah's before dark," she said, referring to her sister. "She's expecting us to drop off the camera today." Steve nodded, closing the trunk. "Let's hit the road, then. I can't wait to get to the cabin and relax." With everything packed and ready, they climbed into the car, the engine roaring to life as Steve turned the key. As they drove off, the sun shining brightly overhead, Ashley couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. It was their 4th year anniversary of dating each other. She was confident he was going to propose while out at the cabin. As they left the city, traffic grew heavier, and Steve, always the impatient one, decided to take a detour through the backroads to avoid the congestion. The scenic route wound through the mountains, offering breathtaking views of the rugged landscape. "Steve, do you know where we are going? We've never gone this way before to visit my sister." Ashley asked concerned they were going to be late. "Don't worry about it; the road has to connect at some point," he said nonchalantly. "If you say so," she replied, pulling out her phone. "Hey Sarah, we're going to be late. Steve is taking a new road this time. He's being his "adorable" self and refusing to listen to the GPS or his navigator, lol," Ashley texted her sister. Hours had gone by at this point, as they ascended higher into the mountains, their cell signal began to fade, eventually disappearing altogether. "I think we should turn back Steve," Ashley told him, concerned they might have gone too far without cell service. It's already been an hour since the last time she could do anything on her phone. Despite Ashley's protests, Steve assured her that they would soon find their way back to civilization. However, his optimism dwindled as the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the desolate road. With no cell service and no GPS to guide them. Steve admitted defeat. "Okay, maybe you're right. I'll stop at the next gas station or something and ask for directions." "Or, you know we could turn around?" "How? This road isn't wide enough for me to do that." They continued down the desolate road in silence; their nerves grew with each passing minute without an opportunity to turn back around. The fading light of dusk painted the landscape in eerie shadows, heightening their sense of isolation. Suddenly, with a sputter, their car lurched to a halt, billowing smoke from beneath the hood. Steve's heart sank as he stared at the dashboard, hoping for some sign of life from the engine. Only to see the check engine light and the red lining of the temperature gauge. The silence that followed was deafening. Ashley unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, stretching her legs and taking in their surroundings. She let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers tapping anxiously on her phone, now displaying a bleak "No Service" message. "We should start walking," Steve said, forcing confidence into his voice as he opened the car door and stepped out onto the gravel shoulder. "Maybe there's a gas station or a house nearby where we can ask for help." Ashley nodded, though her eyes betrayed her growing unease. They began to walk up the road, the fading light casting long shadows ahead of them. The air was thick with the scent of pine trees and the distant hum of crickets. After what felt like an eternity, they came across an old, abandoned house nestled among the trees. The windows were boarded up, and the front porch sagged under the weight of neglect. Moss and leaflitter had overcome the roof nearly entirely. Ivy stretched up one side of the house threatening to overtake the decrepit structure. Steve hesitated, looking at the house and the setting sun, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a shroud. "We should keep going," he suggested, his voice tight with unease. Ashley hesitated an urgency in her bladder demanding her attention. "I have to go," she whispered, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "And it's getting dark. We'll just go in, use the bathroom, and leave." Reluctantly, Steve nodded, his stomach churning with apprehension as they approached the crumbling porch. Couldn't she just go by a bush? The door creaked open with a rusty groan, revealing a dimly lit interior choked with dust and cobwebs. As they stepped inside, a chill wind whispered through the empty rooms, sending shivers down their spines. Suddenly, the door behind them slammed shut. WHAM Ashley and Steve both jumped at the loud noise, turning to see the door closed. Steve nervously scanned the dimly lit interior, his hand instinctively reaching for Ashley's. "Must've been some strong wind," he muttered, trying to rationalize the sudden slamming of the door. Ashley nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to suppress the rising panic. "Yeah, let's just find the bathroom and get out of here," she agreed, her voice trembling slightly. Standing in the hallway, their senses were on high alert, every creak and groan of the old house setting their nerves on edge. Ashley was about to take another step down the hallway when a sudden movement caught her eye. Turning towards the source of the disturbance, she froze in terror as a figure emerged from the shadows—a grotesque, life-sized mannequin with hollow eyes and a frozen smile. "Welcome, little ones," it cooed, its voice like nails on a chalkboard. "It's time to play!" Steve and Ashley's hearts pounded in their chests as the figure began charging towards them frantically. Waving its arms about wildly. They froze on the spot, their minds unable to comprehend the surreal situation unfolding before them. Closing their eyes, they braced themselves for the inevitable. Suddenly, the mannequin's voice softened, sending a chill down their spines. "Uh-oh, looks like someone snuck their way out of the playroom," it said, its tone almost playful. "You two should know better. You wouldn't want to get in trouble, now would we?" Its smile widened to an unnatural length. Confused, Steve and Ashley cautiously opened their eyes. To their astonishment, the mannequin now loomed large before them, towering over them like a giant. Its appearance had changed. It was no longer grotesque. Instead, it looked more like a middle-aged woman from the 60s. But it wasn't just her; the entire house had transformed, everything around them appearing larger than life. They were no longer their adult selves but had shrunk down to the size of toddlers, surrounded by oversized furniture and toys. Steve and Ashley blinked in disbelief, trying to make sense of their surreal surroundings. They realized that the abandoned house had undergone a dramatic transformation. What was once a decrepit, abandoned building now appeared pristine and inviting, as if frozen in time from its heyday as a bustling daycare center. The walls were painted in bright, cheerful colors and adorned with whimsical murals of smiling animals and playful children. Sunshine streamed in through large windows, casting warm, golden rays across the room, nothing like the outside they had just come from. Toys were neatly arranged in colorful bins, and child-sized furniture dotted the space. There was a cubby system across from the stairs in front of them, where kids hung their coats and placed their shoes. But despite the seemingly idyllic atmosphere, a sense of unease lingered in the air. The silence that filled the room was heavy with the weight of the unknown, and a creeping sense of dread clawed at the edges of their consciousness. "What... what's happening?" Ashley whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she clung to Steve's hand, her eyes wide with fear. Steve shook his head, his mind reeling with disbelief. "I-I don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty and fear."This can't be real." The mannequin chuckled, its voice echoing through the room. "Oh, but it is my dears," it said, its eyes gleaming with an eerie light as its face switched in and out from the pristine woman to its grotesque state. "You're here to play, just like all the other little ones who came before you." As the realization of their predicament sank in, Ashley and Steve exchanged a terrified glance, their hearts pounding in their chests. They turned towards the door, desperate to escape, but to their horror, they found that the once easily reachable doorknob was now far beyond their grasp, towering above them like a monument to their helplessness. "We need to get out of here," Ashley cried, her voice tinged with panic as she tugged futilely at the door. "This can't be happening." Steve's mind raced, trying to make sense of their surreal situation. "There's no way out," his voice trembling with fear as he scanned the room for an escape route. The mannequin's voice cut through the air, sending a chill down their spines. "I'm afraid leaving is not an option, my dears," it said, its tone eerily calm. "You see, you're here to play, and play you shall." Steve and Ashley turned towards the mannequin, their eyes wide with fear and their backs pressed up against the door. It approached them, its towering figure casting a long shadow over them. Ashley's heart sank as she felt a warm trickle down her leg, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she was wetting her pants in fear. The mannequin chuckled, its voice echoing through the room. "Looks like someone had an accident," it said, its eyes gleaming with an unsettling light. "No matter, we'll get you cleaned up in no time." With a swift motion, the mannequin scooped up Steve and Ashley in its enormous arms, carrying them away from the door and up the stairs into the daycare. Steve and Ashley struggled against its grip, but it was no use. They were at the mercy of the supernatural force that held them captive. As they were carried through the daycare, they passed by a room with empty cribs and playpens, their surroundings a surreal mix of childhood innocence and eerie abandonment. The mannequin brought them to a brightly lit room filled with changing tables and stacks of diapers, a hint to their new reality. "Now, now, little ones," the mannequin cooed, placing them on the changing tables. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for playtime." Steve and Ashley exchanged a terrified glance, their minds reeling with fear and confusion. How had they ended up in this nightmare? And more importantly, was there a way out?
  19. Is there any game (omo or poop fetish related / or not) where I can put diuretics/laxatives to girls to see how they react? It is better to have visuals but text-only games are also fine.
  20. View File Rachel's Recent Tumblr Finds - XXV More recent Tumblr finds. Most are diaper and pullup-related. Some shorter clips from longer videos here as well. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/18/2024 Category Female  
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  22. DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper pooping, as well as more serious topics like trauma, bullying, and other mental issues. So be forewarned, if you want to skip this story, I don't mind. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story regardless. The Diaper Equation Another class, another school day nearing its end for May, as her blue eyes remained locked onto the clock ticking ever closer to 5 pm. She was just playing with her long hair, too bored to even try to listen to the professor ramble on. She just wanted to get out and do anything else other than stewing in her chair. Looking over to her left, May could see her best friend Ashley sitting next by, her brown hair just barely touching her shoulders while her eyes sat behind her glasses, glued to her books as always. ‘A bookworm to the end,’ May happily thought, seeing that cheeky smile of hers draped across her face. May and Ashley had known each other ever since freshman year of high school, being both born and raised in Omutsu-Suki City. They became fast friends early on and entered Alexius College, laughing together sharing jokes and gags along the way. From the beginning she had loved Ashley’s nerdy goofball personality, finding it endearing and resonating with her own wisecracking demeanor. Hence why they became inseparable over the years, sharing many memories and enduring through the toughest times together. Surely enough, as the clock struck 5 pm, the professor wrapped up the lecture and dismissed the class as students began leaving the lecture hall. May sighed, finally her final class for today was over, and tomorrow was completely class free. Turning back to Ashley, she was still reading, unaware that everyone else was leaving. This happened a lot with Ashley, often to May’s amusement. With a tap on the shoulder she came back to reality. “What, Huh?” Ashley asked, her focus broken. “Class is over ya goofball,” May told her friend, standing up. “Whoopsie, sorry May. I guess I got lost in my books again,” Ashley sheepishly admitted, packing her books into her satchel. “Indeed. Good thing I’m here, otherwise you’d probably be stuck here for days,” May mused, as she began to leave the room. Ashley giggled at the idea, following May out into the hallways. After walking some distance they reached their room and unloaded their stuff. By now they had decided to get Japanese for dinner, and began traveling once again out of the dormitory. However as they walked chatting back and forth, May could feel her stomach beginning to grumble. She knew what her guts was trying to tell her, she needed to take a shit. But the churning within made her think back to thoughts in her head that had been nagging at her for a whole month. Thoughts that involved Ashley. For a long time, May had known of her friend’s strange fetish: her attraction to diapers and the use of. Although May never minded this fact as it didn’t matter to her much. Of late though, her curiosity had made her question this fetish further. Especially after what Ashley did a month ago. The thing is May was struggling with how exactly to ask Ashley about this sort of thing. May normally isn’t the nervous type, but she felt anxious just thinking about Ashley’s diaper fascination. Just thinking about it made her feel… something. Something very familiar to her past, and terrifying to her core. Rummaging through her thoughts she could still feel her insides gurgling, as her body’s processed waste was now in her rectum begging for release. Nearing the building’s exit, May noticed a restroom set just before the doors leading outside. That’s when she felt Ashley tug at her sleeve. Turning to look at her, she realized she wasn’t the only one who needed to go. Ashley already had her legs crossed, holding onto her stomach. “Uh, May? Do you mind waiting for me? I need to use the restroom badly,” Ashley asked, her urgency embedded in her voice. May grinned, it was funny to think they both needed to shit at the same time. “I’ve got no need to wait, I need to take a shit too,” May revealed. “Alrighty then, what are we waiting for?” Ashley said hurriedly, leading May into the empty restroom. Naturally Ashley entered the furthest stall, while May picked the next stall over. Pulling down her jeans, May sat on the toilet with her blue underwear ready to catch the load brewing in her. As she relaxed her anus, her thoughts still lingered on her friend’s fetish. It wasn’t until May felt the tip of her poop slither out her butt cheeks and softly poke the bottom of her panties, that she began a quick flashback, recalling the conversation she shared with Ashley as if it took place yesterday. ***A Month Ago*** “-And that is how I created my really poopy diaper!” Ashley finished, excitedly. May sat on her bed across from Ashley, mouth agape at the story she had just heard from her friend. Never before had she heard a tale as crazy as what Ashley had shared, yet now things were connecting in her head. “Damn Ash, I never expected you capable of doing such a thing,” May said, trying to overcome her shock. “I know right!? I didn’t think I would accomplish my first ever hyper-messing at all!” Ashley exclaimed in her chair. “Hyper-messing?” May asked, unaware of the terminology. “Yep! It’s when you fill a diaper completely to ridiculous proportions. I’m definitely gonna try it again sometime in the future,” Ashley affirmed. “I see, this explains why you had a lot to eat yesterday when we had dinner together,” May remembered how Ashley had extra portions the day before. “Guilty as charged!” Ashley giggled, “But it was certainly worth it. Having so much poop, all tucked and snug inside my pampers, just felt absolutely amazing.” May smiled, but felt very confused inside, she didn’t have any experience with Ashley’s diaper fetish other than how common it was. She had rarely questioned internally the details of such a exotic passion ever since learning of it from Ashley. But now hearing what she did created a lot of questions, the biggest question in her mind yet: What was the magic behind pooping in a diaper? “Anyhow, now it's your turn to tell me a story,” Ashley said. This statement catches May off guard. “What do you mean Ash?” May asked, confused. “Well you knew about my poopy diaper, and even found its hiding place, I’m curious as to how you saw through my ruse,” Ashley pointed out. May then understood what Ashley was inquiring about, and remembered how exactly she partially figured out Ashley’s secret plans. “Oh right I did, I almost forgot about that. Ok let me tell you how I ‘sniffed’ you out,” May jest, making Ashley giggle with anticipation. “Alright. It started shortly before we went to our last class yesterday. Remember when I asked you whether or not you farted when I reached for the door?” Ashley nodded while a light blush grew on her freckled cheeks. “Well… I sort of lied to you when I asked that. You see I knew immediately the stink I smelled wasn’t gas, only shit smells like that; And I know you too well Ash, you were always a terrible liar. So when you told me that you were trying to hold it in for the bathroom, it only confirmed in my mind that you had already pooped your diaper full.” Ashley’s blush grew as she felt deeply embarrassed. “I see, well why didn’t you call me out?” Ashley asked. “Simple, I didn’t want to intrude, my initial thought was that you accidentally shit yourself before you could reach the bathroom in time, and was trying not to be exposed. So I went along with it, in order to help hide your mishap.” Ashley’s body posture became more ecstatic, wanting to know more. Sensing Ashley’s eagerness, May continued her tale. “Anyway, much later on during the night, I suddenly woke up with the need to piss. I guess while you ate a lot of food, I had too much soda to drink,” May remarks. Both laugh remembering last night’s fun dinner hangout. “So I silently walked over to the bathroom, trying not to wake you up. Entering, I quickly undid my pajamas and started peeing. However while my panties grew wet and yellow, I noticed there was something faint lingering in the air. It smelled pretty foul yet familiar, like the stink of your dirty diaper. Recognizing the scent, it only left me more confused. ‘Why could I smell poop in here?’ I thought.” Ashley’s eyes widened slightly, now putting the pieces together in her head. “So after pissing I investigated the bathroom for the source of the stink. I tracked the smell to the supply stash as the stench was the strongest there. Searching around I found a peculiar sight in the far back. ‘A diaper? What’s that doing here?’ I wondered. I carefully grabbed it to take a closer look. But when I did, I noticed it felt strange and slightly warm. Part of me told me there was ‘something’ inside it, but the other half wanted to make sure.” May paused, giving Ashley time to let everything sink in. She could see the welling sense of embarrassment in Ashley’s eyes. After a short moment, Ashley nodded to May, letting her know to continue her story. “Ok, So I pulled the diaper out into the light. Quickly I learned the diaper wasn’t clean, as a peek inside revealed a huge pile of poop nestled within. This was definitely the source of the smell, I also acknowledged that this diaper belongs to you. Sitting on the toilet, holding the poopy diaper in my hands, my head was now absolutely full of questions. ‘Why was this here? Was this the same diaper from before? What was Ash planning with this thing?’ The answers were certainly out of reach for me. Despite this, after some thinking while staring at the dirty diaper, I shoved those questions aside and thought of you. ‘I know my friend, she’s weirdly smart and smartly weird. This was just part of her fetish and that’s all, plain and simple. Let her have her fun.’ I told myself. So I put down the diaper on the toilet seat, so it will be ready for you. Afterwards I cleaned myself up and went back to bed, adjusting my alarm clock beforehand. Waking early, I wrote the note to put your mind at ease, and left to leave you to your desires without interruption. From the story you just shared, it looks like you did exactly that and then some.” Now Ashley was stunned. “May I- I don’t know what to say,” Ashley stammered, “But why did you go out of your way to help me like that? I know you don’t understand my fetish but-” May then got up and walked over to her friend, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “So? There’s nothing really to it. You're my best friend, and we’ve been through a lot together. I’m not gonna forsake our bond over a silly poopy diaper just because I don’t get your interests. Do whatever makes you happy Ash, I’ll always be by your side no matter what,” May told her confidently. The two then shared a silent moment embraced together, grateful for their supportive friendship. After pulling out of their hug May noticed something entirely new, Ashley’s blush was now somehow different. It wasn’t of embarrassment, it was of pure joy. May couldn’t help but blush as well, radiating the same warmth back to Ashley, happy to see her friend’s warm smile. May however didn’t share the whole story. In reality, when she held that diaper last night, her mind was actually in turmoil. Smelling and feeling the poopy load inside the diaper had triggered something in her head. It felt like an important missing piece for a jigsaw puzzle was finally found and completed a mental image. May could see that image, she understood the image, and it scared her. It was a secret part of herself that she buried a long time ago, back when she was a different person. A person she despised. Horrible memories May had repressed were slowly returning from the brink to haunt her, her deepest secret unveiled and bringing self-doubt to May’s true character. But things are different now, she was different, and she wasn’t alone this time. Ashley was her friend: smart, kind, weird, funny. Maybe Ashley could help her with her secret, that is if May can coax herself to even attempt to ask for help. She had never told anyone this secret, not even Ashley. Who knows what’ll happen if she ever finds out. But today is not the right time. For now, she’ll have to cope with her secret and the painful memories in her head as best as she could. ***Present Day*** As May was knee deep in memory lane, May’s blue panties were slowly being loaded with poop. Thick yet soft, a large log coiled out like a snake, settling itself against the cotton staining it a warm brown. As a bulge grew protruding with a hefty lump, the log fully plopped out into the underwear. Then more shit followed, in the form of smaller mid-sized logs, one after another adding to the stinky mess. By the time May came to from her flashback, she found her panties packed of poopy logs: one large, five medium, and her ass was currently pushing a second fat log into the warm pile. Instinctively she continued pushing until the second log fully slithered out. However, May wasn’t finished. A new wave of smelly paste-like mush was now filling her poopy panties further, burying the previous logs. May could feel, smell, and hear all her shit squelching into her underwear; she could also hear Ashley’s diaper crinkling, no doubt being filled up with shit as well. Another minute later, May ripped a really wet fart, signifying she was finally empty. Standing back up, she could tell there was a lot of poop inside her panties now, the bulge stained brown and weighed what felt like a big pineapple. May sighed, relieved but conflicted too. She just pooped her panties with a big load of shit but she didn’t feel anything partially special while doing it. Sure it felt a little euphoric to push all that poop out and all, but there was something else to it, there had to be. May knew too well Ashley was enjoying the dump in her diaper right now, so what was missing? Now normally she would dump out her crap and start cleaning up. But with her recent flashback and need for understanding, she decided to do something different. Pulling up her pants slightly, May opened the stall and shuffled over to the sinks. Then she dropped her pants again, showing off her poopy panties. While this was a common practice, May never engaged in it before. The aim was to see how Ashley reacts to her load, and improvise from there. Maybe she can figure it out if she sees Ashley’s perspective. “Are you already done May?” Ashley asked from inside her stall. “Yes ma'am, just waiting for ya,” May responded. “Okie-dokie! Don’t worry, I’m almost done,” Ashley said, finishing her stinky business. As May waited, she stared directly at her reflection in the mirror. Feeling evermore nervous she attempted to psych herself up. But no matter how hard she tried to find courage, her fears still lingered inside her, screaming at her harder than ever. Just as she had stabilized her confidence enough to not look like a nervous wreck, May heard Ashley’s stall swing open behind her. “Hey-o! Sorry I took so long I-” Ashley cheerfully chirped, before being struck by the outlandish sight in front of her. May could see through the mirror Ashley’s reaction. She was clearly speechless seeing May’s full panties for the first time ever, yet still studied the hefty load with her eyes full of excitement, fixing her glasses’ position to see better. Then a deep blush bloomed in Ashley’s and May’s cheeks simultaneously, as both ladies realized the awkward situation they were in. One of them was looking straight at her friend’s messy panties and in turn her butt, while the other had noticed her friend's pants were laying around her feet. A puffy diaper on display instead, the messy load slightly poking out below. Yet neither felt embarrassed or uncomfortable considering the trusted company they were with. Then their eyes met, emerald locked with sapphire, both faces still holding a gentle smile to each other. Then Ashley broke the silence. “Well well, you really had to go didn’t you?” Ashley spoke. “Oh yeah, I sure did. Whew. Glad I finally got all this out of my system,” May stated, patting her mess. “Girl same. I had brewed quite a ‘shit’load to unleash into my pampers myself, what did we both eat ey?” Ashley asked, in a humorous manner. May chuckled, having personal insight on how full Ashley’s diapers can get. “Good question Ash, I don’t even remember what we had last time,” May admitted. Shuffling closer, Ashley took a better look at May’s bulging panties, while feeling her own poop sloshing inside her full pampers. “So uh, what made you come out with your mess on display, you don’t usually do that sort of thing,” Ashley inquired curiously. “Welp, seeing how full my underwear was, I wanted you to see what I had produced. Although I know you are more used to dirty diapers rather than panties,” May explained, trying to be honest about her intentions. “Well then m’lady, It’d be rude of me not to share with the class in return,” Ashley mused smiling. Without hesitation, Ashley turned around to pose her rear to her friend, showing off her messy creation. “Impressive ain’t it?” Ashley asked proudly. May was presented with a familiar sight: a smelly poopy diaper, made by her friend. Strangely enough, it looked very similar to the dirty diaper she found a month before, no doubt being just as full of shit. But looking at this diaper though, anxious curiosity began excessively welling up in May’s mind. The sagging brown bulge looked gentle and plump, inviting even. She could even differentiate the smell of her own mess and of Ashley’s, of which was naturally familiarly stinky, but also interesting in a strange way. Why was she feeling this now though? Was she getting used to being around full diapers? Maybe… but deep down she knew what was going on. May was racing with overwhelming thoughts and questions, so much that it was starting a headache. Then she found herself daring to ask a question she never thought she would ever ask, she was so scared that the question just sort of tumbled out. “Can I… touch your… dirty diaper?” Dead silence fell between them for what felt like forever. May began to panic internally. “I’ve never been asked that from anybody before,” Ashley finally responded, surprised by what May had asked. May grew even more tense, wondering what Ashley was thinking. Did she cross a line she wasn’t aware of? But Ashley still held her padded butt at May’s direction. After taking some time to think, Ashley looked back to May with a small grin. “You know what? You're my best friend, and I trust you. So… go for it May, give my dirty pampers a good squeeze,” Ashley mused, approving her friend’s odd request. May was stunned, she could actually touch it? She then realized her hand was automatically reaching for Ashley’s full diaper. Her mind panicked, rummaging over the consequences of what would happen. And yet, she didn’t pull her hand back, she didn’t fight the urge. The point of no return was coming up and she was set to cross it whether she was ready or not. May softly settled her hand onto the bulging seat of the poopy diaper. At that moment of contact, time froze around her, as her fingers massaged the brown padding gingerly. May’s brain analyzed what her hand was feeling frantically, not at all knowing what to expect. Shockingly, the diaper felt… nice, comfortable even. It was warm and soft to the touch, and certainly squishy in a welcoming way. May could feel everything inside the diaper, every ounce of mushy poop moving and reacting to her hand’s actions with an audible squelching. Slowly groping the dirty diaper, May could hear Ashley moan softly; she too was feeling the contents inside the diaper slosh and mush, causing erotic pleasure to start flowing in her body. May then refocused and realized what was happening: she was fondling her friend’s poopy diaper in the restroom, and both girls were actually enjoying everything. It really was too late to turn back now, she knew what she needed to do, it was now or never. “Ashley? Can I ask you something personal?” May asked, pulling her hand away from the poopy diaper. Ashley turned back around, still wearing a gentle smile while coming down from her erotic high. “Of course you can, what’s up?” Ashley answered. Taking a long deep breath, May asked her question “Why do you like pooping in diapers?” Ashley grew silent once more, shaking May’s confidence. “W-What do you mean?” Ashley stuttered, confused as to what was going on. “I… I mean… I pooped my pants, loading it with a lot of shit. Yet I didn’t feel anything special, I mean not entirely uh…” May trailed off, struggling to keep her thoughts sorted. Ashley raised an eyebrow, May knew she was becoming more confused and slightly concerned. So May thought ‘screw it’ and tried to finished her scattered question. “Y-yet you enjoy using your diapers every day. So… what do you find special about pooping in diapers? How does it work? What’s the magic behind it all that makes you so aroused? I mean it's just a dirty diaper, full of poop and all right? I just… want to understand,” May told her, laying out some of the questions she had in her mind for the past month. “But… You’ve known of my fetish for a long time, Why are you asking me now?” Ashley questioned, even more confused. “Because… I didn’t know how to. I was… afraid,” May admitted. “You? Afraid?” Ashley asked, now worried about her friend. “I was afraid of asking you, I didn’t want to be but I was. Ever since…” May couldn’t finish her sentence, her anxiety was overwhelming her. However Ashley was already putting the pieces together in her head. “Ever since you found my diaper a month ago. When you learned of what I did, something clicked in you didn’t it? Something deep inside of you. That’s why you were showing off your mess, that’s why you wanted to grope my pampers,” Ashley noted. “However, there’s more to it than what I think it is right?” Ashley then proclaimed. “Y-y-yes, there’s something you never learned about me. Something from before I ever met you, haunting me ever since I found your diaper. It was like… I found a lost part of myself, something that I had even forgotten I had at all. But after realizing what it was, I became scared because I didn’t know what it meant about me. Then all of the other memories I shoved away came back at once, filling me with dread and shame. I remembered what I did, why, and hated myself for everything. But… I thought maybe you could help me overcome this, If only I could just tell you that I… I-I…” May said, trying to piece her thoughts together coherently. But before she could explain further, Ashley gently took hold of May’s hand, as a gesture of trust and comfort. She could tell May was mentally struggling severely and wanted to calm her down before she spiraled into a panic attack. Besides, by now she had enough contextual evidence to piece everything together. “I… remember how you used to be when we first met. You were quiet, scared, shy and always second guessing. I always wondered why, until you started to come out of your shell. You weren’t afraid of me, You were afraid of hurting me. You thought you would accidentally or intentionally push me away. Then I learned about your painful past before you met me; the person you used to be, and I finally understood your fear of hurting me. Yet I still felt like there was something missing. Mainly the motive behind your past actions. I had always felt you had something hiding deep within, but knowing your trauma, I decided to let it be,” Ashley softly spoke. May couldn’t react, she was beside herself now, no longer in the driver’s seat as she listened to Ashley lay it all out. “But now I finally get it. Everything changed when you found that diaper and heard my story. These events made you find something that you knew all along but never admitted. A secret you buried a long time ago out of fear and self hatred. The missing motive itself, and now I know what it is. The truth is… You are just like me. You wanted to wear diapers and use them like I do. You learned this in middle school but couldn’t understand why and feared what it meant for you, you feared what your friends and family would say or do to you if they ever found out. That's why you were the way you were back then, projecting out of fear and spite, hating this secret fact enough to openly hate it wherever you saw it. That is until your parents threw down the hammer over your behavior and forced you to take up counseling. As you slowly changed for the better, your secret was forgotten about completely as it caused so much pain. Now you face that truth again, a different person but still confused and afraid, but felt you could finally figure it out through me, but still feared that you would somehow hurt me, am I right?” Ashley finished. May was internally paralyzed, her brain was crashing like jets diving downward at mach 5. Her heart was beating faster than a V8 engine. How can she respond? Should she even? What would she say or how? Her insecurities were growing stronger, mentally pinning her down. It was like middle school all over again, nothing but unrelenting fear enveloping her being. But one thing was different now: When she felt unworthy and deserved loneliness, Ashley entered into her life and gave her a second chance. May gained hope in herself because of Ashley, and it was not something she ever intended to waste. So despite the chaos in her head, she dared to answer not only to her closest friend, but to herself too. “... Yes…” she whispered, a tear forming in her eye. “Yes. It’s true. All of it. I didn’t want to accept the truth. I was too scared to even try to understand. Everything I've done, everyone I've hurt, all over one stupid insignificant thing. Even after I realized what kind of horrible person I had become, and felt like I didn’t deserve to be redeemed. Even then I was still afraid. Even after we became friends, even after I listened to your wild adventure. What is wrong with me Ashley? Why can’t I just admit that I… I…” May couldn’t hold back her tears anymore as it all came crashing down on her. “I… Like… D-d-diapers… I wanted to wear diapers, to feel them around my waist, and to find out what it's like to piss and poop in them. And that paralyzed me so much, my brain kept saying the most awful things. So much fear, so much uncertainty. I didn’t know what to do. So I lashed out, fighting and bullying anyone who wore diapers for any reason! I was a horrible person because I felt like a sick freak! I lost all of my friends and pushed everyone else away! And over what!? Fucking diapers! I was hurting people over diapers, of all things! But worst of all… I always thought… I would push you away too… you, the person who gave me a second chance. Who helped me, who made me laugh again! I don’t want to hurt you ever! I just… I…” “Oh, my dear Marion,” Ashley spoke, embracing her tortured friend tightly. May cried and wailed into Ashley’s shoulder in great shame, having finally acknowledged to herself who she was at long last. May choked on her tears endlessly while in the comforting arms of her friend. The two stood together unseparated without a word until May’s tears finally ceased. Then Ashley held May eye to eye once again. “Listen to me Marion, and listen closely. You're not a horrible person. You're not the same spiteful middle-schooler you used to be. Who you were before no longer matters ok? You've been my best friend, because your humor and kindness is truly worth more than its weight in gold to me. All the memories we made mean something, because they helped me get through my darker nights. You're not a freak either, just for being different from other people. Liking diapers is not a crime, and it never will be. You shouldn’t have to ever hide your true self, especially from me. I’ll always be by your side no matter what, just as you have for me,” Ashley said, in earnest. Still emotional, May finally spoke back “I don’t deserve a second chance, and yet you still gave me one. Why?” “Because, I remember math class on my first day of high school, and I had found this mysterious beautiful new girl that I had never seen before. Long jet black hair, eyes as deep as the ocean, she certainly looked like a very interesting person. Yet this girl always looked scared and was always very lonely, walking all alone in her own little world. Why? It didn’t feel right for someone like this girl to be alone. So I made it my mission to learn all about her, and hopefully become her friend. That is how I met you Marion, and I’ve never regretted that decision. Ever. Especially when you came out of your shell and I finally got to meet the real you, the wisecracking comical troublemaker I’ve grown to deeply adore and care about. I don’t care what you say Marion, you are a good person. You do deserve to be happy, because you already earned your second chance,” Ashley proclaimed proudly. May wiped the remaining tears from her blue eyes and looked straight into Ashley’s. “My dear Ashley, where would I be without you?” May asked. “I don’t know Marion, I shudder to think what would happen to us both if we never met. Which is why I’m grateful that you're here with me,” Ashley assured. The two shared their hug for a little while longer, letting everything set in. For the first time ever May had confronted herself and her past, and with Ashley’s help, she came out the other side knowing her true nature at long last. Of course this was going to take time to get used to, May had been hiding these mental scars for years. Even now everything that’s happened feels so surreal. But May didn’t mind, she’s got the greatest friend ever by her side, she will heal and become stronger for it. Today, she was no longer afraid. “How are you feeling now?” Ashley asked, after pulling back from their long embrace. “A little shaky, but I’ll pull through,” May answered confidently. “Good, it hurts me deeply to see you in such pain you know,” Ashley admitted. “Aww, you're such a softy” May mused, appreciating her concern. “Seriously though, are you sure you're going to be ok? I mean, you had a lot to unpack all at once, not to mention you just thrust yourself into a fetish that encourages a lifestyle you're not used to,” Ashley asked, still worried about May’s mental state. However May already had an answer. “It’s definitely gonna be rough around the edges, I’ll give you that. There’s a lot I need to contemplate and accept, and it’ll take some time for sure. I just have to work this out on my own terms, and that includes getting used to the diaper thing. That’s going to be a little tricky, and probably a little weird. But to be honest, thanks to you I’m actually kinda stoked to learn more about it; No doubt I’ll have you to help me along the way, making it fun at every step.” Ashley smiled, satisfied by May’s admirable conviction. “Well, since everything has mostly calmed down. If you want, I can start helping you by telling you why I like pooping my pampers,” Ashley proposed. This caught May off guard. “Wait, you’re actually going to tell me?” May asked. “Well why not? You did ask nicely. Besides you're completely new to this, you're gonna need some kind of starting point,” Ashley answered happily. “I see where you're going with this. Okay then Ashley, hit me with it,” May said attentively. “Well it’s very simple for me, I was born this way. Unlike most who develop these desires in their teenage years like you, I had them from the very beginning. Not necessarily the sexual aspects, but just the mere idea of pooping in a diaper. Everything revolving around the act, from the moment my poop pokes the padding until the last bits bubbles out, feeds into my exhilaration. It just feels right to do, you know? Comforted by the warmth my crap radiates. Hearing it squelch as my pampers sag heavy with my load. Smelling the intoxicating strong odor as it enters my nose. Hell, just walking around wearing a full diaper, my poop all snug inside, is something else entirely. Personally I love soft mushy shit the most, cause it feels the best when it nestles in between my pampers and my butt cheeks; plus it's fun playing with a large bulge that's soft and squishy to the touch. Anyway, I’ve been mentally wired like this since forever, there’s no changing that. Even after I grew up and began gaining immense sexual pleasure from my diapers, deep down it is the act of pooping in diapers itself that is the magic that you are searching for. Of course that’s just me, everyone has their own reasons, and I doubt I’m the only one born automatically loving diapers. So yeah, there you have it.” “Well um… That was more straightforward than I was expecting,” May stated. “Eh? Were you looking for a more complex philosophical explanation?” Ashley asked, all smug. “To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect. But thanks for sharing with me still, it will certainly help me out in the long run,” May said. “My pleasure,” Ashley bowed happily. “... Ashley?” May paused for a second, looking deep into Ashley’s attentive eyes, “Thank you, for everything.” Ashley’s smile widened, as she walked up to May once more, this time to give her a small kiss on her soft cheek. “Anytime, Marion. You helped me in my darkest moments, I wouldn’t be worth spit if I didn’t do the same for you,” Ashley spoke gently. She then motioned closer to whisper into May’s ear, “Even if you stink really bad, poopy butt.” With that, Ashley had ruined the wholesome moment. May couldn’t help but laugh though, almost forgetting that they were both wearing undergarments full of waste. “You know you stink too, you cheeky goofball,” May said joyfully, to a mischievous smirking Ashley. After their exchange, both ladies returned to the stalls to clean themselves up. Then they met back at the sinks to quickly wash their hands. As they finally left the bathroom and went outside, one last question popped into May’s head. “Hey Ash, how exactly did you figure me out back there?” she asked. “Heh, sounds like someone hasn't been paying attention to the professor’s lectures,” Ashley chuckled. May immediately felt duped, because she knew that their prior class was in fact psychology, one of Ashley’s favorite courses. “Well… shit,” May said, feeling delightfully defeated. *** Later that night, Ashley was sound asleep in her bed, but May was still awake staring at the ceiling. She was busy contemplating the events that transpired today. Looking back, it was silly that it all transpired in an empty public restroom. Still everything started to make some sort of sense, even though some parts still felt unreal and crazy. A lot of it still hurts deep down, but May had Ashley’s kindred words to soothe her pain. She wasn’t going to let her fears control her anymore, that’s for sure. With Ashley by her side, there wasn’t anything she couldn’t do. She will be sure to help Ashley too, she had already conquered her pain long ago, but sadly she still had occasional depressive episodes every now and then. Still May was by her side to help every time, and she had no intention to leave Ashley on her own, not when she had helped May so much already. Though strangely, the diaper thing made the most sense to her. After hearing Ashley open up about her interest in diapers, It just somehow added up to an absurd degree. This could explain how doing the same with underwear wouldn’t work. Though it kind of felt good to push all her poop out, and to grope that poopy diaper as well, May didn’t bother to deny this to herself. It was like trying to put together an equation, a diaper equation per say. Maybe Ashley will even let her try her diapers on whenever she feels ready for them. That mere idea actually sounded pretty embarrassing, yet positively energizing at the same time. She wondered what her own diaper would feel, especially after she poops in it. Who knows what’ll happen; But for now, baby steps until she works out everything. Turning to her side, she could see Ashley sleeping in her bed, even in the pale darkness. Her hair draped over her cute freckled face as she slept peacefully. Ashley has done so much for her, out of her bottomless kindness, and have always enjoyed May’s crude and sarcastic humor. May never had someone like her ever in her life, she was truly something special. May felt determined to give her that same amount of joy and happiness ever since they became close friends. Especially now, for something new was brewing inside May. Something different, not in her head, but in her tightening chest. An emotion, one that hurts in a good way. May smiled, feeling a blush burn furiously in her cheeks. Her head was now filling up with new thoughts, bristling with sweet happiness and laughter. She knew what this emotion was, and who it was for. May didn’t mind these feelings, in fact she welcomed them fearlessly. Her final secret, one she looked forward to challenging head on in the future. Ashley and May will return…
  23. Version 1.0.0

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    Although I said I wouldn't do another compilation like the Kohri one, I noticed that Almost all of cocomachi's works were online. That combined with the fact that the cocomachi comics I did translate got lots of views, I realized that people love his work so I decided to translate them (I love his work too). Plus, I was able to get access to the remaining comics that weren't available online, therefore this file contains 10ish never before seen cocomachi comics! This includes all of the FANBOX comics/colored images, and the pixiv comics that were worth translating. HUGE shoutout to the people who were able to get me the missing comics. This compilation would not have happened if it wasn't for them. I hope you guys enjoy! If you cannot/don't want to download this file, all of the images are available in this album: P.s, I made sure to put them in a ZIP file this time, and I further organized them into separate folders. Also, in regards to the comics about the woman who peed into the toilet while on the phone, I put the original version as well as a version with text that I added. I wasn't planning on doing that but I was a little disappointed there was no text, and while trying to imagine what she could be saying, that dialogue popped into my head so I decided to just edit it in. Maybe you'll like "my version" better, but if not then the regular version is still in there.
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