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  1. I hope everyone here can help me out. I've been trying to add clips and screenshots to the new Pee Movie Database of adult men peeing in their pants. If you know a scene, please let me know (PLEASE let me know also the episode and time it appears if you can. Thanks!) Here are some places that show what I've already collected: https://omorashi.online/pmd/wetness http://mikisit.tumblr.com/tagged/shows http://mikisit.tumblr.com/tagged/movies
  2. Heather felt her diaper sag between her legs as she stood from her chair to answer the door. It hung, warm and swollen, under her floral sundress, although she did not notice having needed the toilet. She rarely did: she had never been potty trained. For that matter, neither was any other woman in Heather's family, and she could count the number of panty-wearing classmates she knew on one hand. Heather still vividly remembered the minor scandal when Stacy Thompson announced that she'd be "using the toilet from now on" in the eighth grade, it had been the hottest gossip for weeks. And then there was when Maggie Newman wore panties, no, lingerie (how much they must have cost!) under her homecoming dress Sophomore year to impress Shaq Jackson, but she'd been proven for a fraud a couple hours in when she'd wet herself in the middle of the dance floor, dashing her romantic ambitions. They had to turn the lights on to mop up the puddle! Poor girl. That was everyone, really, that Heather knew by name, although she did recognize the handful of girls in the halls whose skinny-jeaned rumps lacked the puffiness of their peers. That isn't to say that Heather cared a wink, though. This is how her whole life had been and neither she or most of her friends saw much abnormality in it. Heather opened her front door to reveal that Molly had arrived to hang out. It was a hot July day and Molly was dressed accordingly: jean shorts and a tank top that revealed the waist band of her diaper when she stretched her arms. Heather and Molly had been friends their whole lives, and were trying to make the most of their final summer before going off to college. The two grabbed some chips and salsa and a bottle of coke from Heather's kitchen and went upstairs to hang out in Heather's room. The two spent some time shooting the shit, Molly laying on her belly on Heather's floor, on her phone, while Heather lounged in the bean bag chair and munched on the tostitos, not caring whether Molly could see up her dress. Molly didn't care to look, but if she had she would have seen the pee staining Heather's diaper. "Hey, have you heard about that big protest today?" asked Molly, scrolling through twitter. "Yeah! The women's march, right?" Heather had seen, it was all over the news. Several of their friends were in attendance, attempting to bring more attention towards woman's issues. "Apparently there was a big pro-potty training demonstration." "No kidding!" "Yeah, hundreds of ladies just peed their pants in front of the Capitol." "That's some statement!" "What do you think about all that?" Heather considered it for a moment. Of course, the acceptance of toilet training for women was a hot button feminist issue, right up there with addressing rape culture and the wage gap. "I mean, I get it, the lack of potty training for women has kept us down for ages. Like, financially alone, diaper costs do build up." "Tell me about it." "And all those excuses those misogynists give are such bullshit. We aren't on our period 24/7! We can control some of our bodily functions, it just sets up a needless divide where women are dependent on men for some culturally imposed 'need'." "Fuckin' preach." said Molly, snatching up a chip. "At the same time though, like... I'm not sure if I'd really want to be potty trained." "Oh really?" "Yeah, I mean, it just seems so inconvenient, right? To have to stop whatever you're doing and go to a specific room just to do your business? It just seems like such a hassle." "I mean you still have to get changed though." "Yeah but I feel like you have more control over that taking place." "Not if you can actually control your bladder." "I suppose that's true." The silence resumed for a bit but was interrupted by a scrunching of Molly's face. "Speaking of controlling your bladder..." At that, Molly appeared to clench a little, behavior Heather obviously recognized as Molly having a poop. She could see the seat of Molly's pants expand outwards as she laid on the floor. It was a pretty common sight. "Heather can you change me? I'll do you afterwards, I saw that you're soaked." "Of course." Heather had downed a couple of cokes by this point, and would definitely be needing a serious change soon. Molly shimmied out of her shorts and laid on the floor while Heather fetched the supplies, and then undid Molly's tapes. Heather was struck by the familiarity of her friend's lady parts, the small brown curls a miniature of those on Molly's head. How many times had she helped change Molly, and Molly her? It was a perfectly normal but nonetheless personal activity for two women to share. Soon enough she'd be living in a dorm at South Northeastern University West and helping to change entirely new girls whom she'd never met. As Heather was dealt with the bitter-sweetness of her thought, she could feel a renewed warmth pooling in her nether regions.
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    GIANT ASS DISCLAIMER: PLEASE KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING IF YOU INTEND TO MOVE THE CONTENTS OF THIS FOLDER INTO THE NOMAKO FOLDER. I'VE ALREADY SEEN SOMEBODY OVERWRITE THEIR MAIN GAME DATA BECAUSE THEY MOVED THE SAVE GAME FILE INTO THEIR BASE GAME FILE. IF YOU PLAN TO DO THIS, PLEASE CHANGE THE NUMBER FROM "Save01" TO AN EMPTY SAVE SPACE LIKE "Save64". Yep, Nomako has it's own Beach Episode! Last week, I noticed some people asking about the beach sidequest that was supposed to feature in Nomako: An Omorashi Tale. It had been mentioned on Nomakodev's twitter in a previous tease, however with so much to do on the final game, this sidequest was sadly cut. It is a fairly short sidequest, however it was pretty much complete, lacking only a bit of polish and means to trigger it. That has been fixed and now this quest is fully possible. (I have to admit that I did add a few tidbits to make it longer.) How do you activate it, you ask? Simply collect 10 Sprites around the world to unlock the quest: "A Day at the Beach" Once unlocked, head to the Tiger Festival and proceed down to the beach to see the entire quest unfold, including a rather casual wetting and a secret scene. It should be noted that this quest doesn't feature anything special for companions and they will be absent for the entire sidequest. If however you are only interested in experiencing the sidequest, then use the savefile provided. (However do be warned that the save file was only made to play the sidequest and I can't guarantee the rest of the game will work properly.) With all this said, I believe that is everything! I want to thank Nomakodev for giving me his blessing in restoring this little part of his game as well as helping me make sense of some of his scripts.
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  4. Whoah Linkx TWO 10k+ word stories in ONE night, crazy; You're a madman! Another idea I've run with recently based on the string of Marine and soldier pictures Livinginfinite has done as of late I got the idea as just a writing exercise initially so its a little rough but I liked the idea of just doing first person vignettes to get the maximum amount of smut per sentence :D There's little rereading of this because somehow it turned out quite long, this is still ongoing too every few days or so I just write a few scenes so there will be more in the future. I found it really hard to strike a balance between writing what the character would write and just going into a full blown narrative with descriptions up the wazoo because the idea isn't really set up for that. I feel most of the time it went well but sometimes I just couldn't help myself and went overboard with the scene. Anyyyyway I'm rambling again join me on yet another magical adventure. Sgt Major Elesa Killian signing in for I don't know why... I think it's rather stupid but the base physician Dr Li said it was he recommended it of me and confided that consideration for higher promotion would require a “diary” of any incidents. God I'm blushing as I write this... ridiculous I just turned twenty-seven and I'm keeping a diary of... how often I piss myself. I don’t even know why they want me to write it down, they already have the statistical information about it from the rfid linked sensors sewn into each garment. Our bathroom habits are recorded and kept on our very own potty chart as we call it. I guess It shows we can take responsibility for our bodily functions or some other bullshit. They probably just want more information on what makes us tick what causes us to break down and empty ourselves in terror. I can proudly say though I haven't shit myself in three weeks and I aim to keep it that way. For fucks sake; I was one of the youngest recipients of the Juliet bronze medal of competency... but they might as well call it potty training 101. They give it to those who can stop messing their pants for long enough to stand on stage without having an accident. I'm almost embarrassed to call myself a recipient of an award recognizing that in the eyes of the forces I'm at least partially potty trained. God how I hate standard issue equipment; It's ridiculous, princesses, butterflies, snowflakes, cutesy stripes it's enough to make me want to scream sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if they really do just think we're all just children. General Williams stands up for us but compared to some of the other brass I don't think she has much say. God I wonder if they keep her in these too... what am I even saying of course they don't. I want to be just like her, I met her once she handed me my medal in person. It was such an honor, her combat continence record was incredible. You know what they say though it's all the lowest bidder and Kimberly Clark must have given the government a screaming deal to put us all in basically pullups. The amount of free advertisement they get from being the “official incontinence garment of female service members” more than makes up for it I bet. I guess they really just look at us all like children keeping us all in huggies. I felt I should have done better I'm twenty-seven and all the medical journals all say twenty-five is the average age we gain an acceptable level of control of our bowels. That's not to say we don't have our mishaps now and then but even with the scientific evidence saying we can control ourselves just fine standard issue underwear are incontinence garments. You can submit a request for alternate protection at thirty and move to just a pad but... what the hell am I talking about I'm rambling again. Anybody who ends up reading this probably knows all that shit I guess I'm just frustrated. I hate feeling like a toddler, having to have someone keep watch so I can change my pissy diaper. The scornful looks of some of the lower ranked men are the worst and... oh damn it all I'm wet again. I'll be right back and we can start this stupid thing. I guess it was a good thing I needed to change, no sooner than I got in the bathroom I really needed to um... “go” God this potty training thing is hard, I just don't understand how males can do it so easily. One second I'm fine or barely need to go and the next second it’s an emergency and I can't even stop myself. July 13th First official entry what a wonderful day it’s been… That time of the year again where we get to play with the fresh meat while in between deployments. We were doing live fire training, want to see if any of them could shoot and one of the girls was the cocky type. I think her name was Alexa, self-confident brunette twenty two year old fresh out of basic. She was scoring pretty high but making sure to let everyone else know which wasn’t going to earn her many friends. She made a few disparaging comments when a pair of girls sheepishly asked me if they could have a minute to change their diapers to which I acquiesced letting them know in the future they may not be so lucky. Carefully I loaded a select few rounds into a standard issue Mossberg. A normal slug, a blank, another blank followed by a dragon’s breath round. I got her attention calling her by her rank “private” and tossed her the weapon telling her to show me what I could do. She just nodded confident she would “show” me not realizing she was in for quite a shock. The first shot was an inch of so off center mass. Off to a good start but the second being a blank did nothing to the target. I laughed, I mean the look of confusion on her face alone was worth it before she racked the next cartridge wondering how she missed only to have the same result the second time. She didn’t suspect anything and determined to prove her marksmanship. Deep in concentration she grit her teeth before pulling the trigger again. The giant ball of fire and the noise shattered her concentration as she nearly threw the gun. She lost control and badly in front of everyone I’m talking fully voiding. Her pants sagged pretty bad and they were soaked. In her cockiness she chose to go against policy and just wear a pair of panties, big mistake on her part as the stain on her fatigues was pretty obvious that she’d shit herself. From the looks of some of the others there were quite a few more wet diapers to deal with and even I admit I leaked a little at the sudden blast but for her to learn her lesson it was worth it. I guess this is supposed to be about me though well fire practice ended soon after that and I realized I needed to go pretty bad. My little leak earlier wasn’t making it any easier. I was about to make it inside the barracks and that stupid ac unit kicked on that ancient thing is so loud and I…. I was just startled and wet myself. These stupid things are supposed to be maximum absorbency but it still leaked all over my pant. After all that I was going to make it to the bathroom and a stupid piece of machinery frightens me and I end up soaking myself. July 14th Today was not a good day it started wet and didn’t get any drier. I woke up and found my pullup had leaked while I slept. Stumbling out of bed I stubbed my toe and ended up wetting myself a few feet from the toilet. That’s one of the worst feelings… standing just a few feet away from where you know you should be peeing only to feel it rushing down your legs. After that stellar start to my morning this didn’t really improve. With a fresh set of princess pants hugging my hips I set about my day. Sometimes I feel leave is a bit boring around base but I help out where I can fortunately getting deployed at the end of the week. Lunch time rolled around without further incident and I guess I had been drinking a lot or something but right in the mess hall eating a bit of lunch I just out of nowhere felt that warm tickling. It took me a second but I knew I was wetting myself. I managed to get control of myself… barely but the damage was done. My pullup was soaked; it felt wet which was bad. I knew anymore and it would most certainly leak. I hate the warm squishy feeling between your legs when you have to walk after having wet yourself. It’s so awkward. Finally the third time’s the charm. I regret this one but some of my squadmates decided to have a little fun with the newbies. What I really regret is the fact we were caught by the mps skulking around base after lights out. They lit us up with flood lights as a handful of them leapt out of the jeep holding rifles up screaming at us. The three of us froze petrified at being caught. Poor Jill next to me messed herself. I could hear the wet crackling even over the hiss of our bladders emptying into our pants. Sienna ended up just as wet as I did and admittedly in the chill of the night the warm sodden padding felt not half bad. We got off light as they felt a bit bad for surprising us. I think Jill’s accident really saved our asses and we were sent back to our quarters with just a verbal reprimand. Uhg so yeah, three accidents in one day at that rate I’ll never be recommended for the silver medal at this rate July 16th Managed not to wet myself the day after I did it three times but I couldn’t keep a dry streak going. I should have known better but it just sounded fun. Messing around on the hard landing simulator with some of the privates. It's a big trampoline meant to teach proper landing technique for paratrooping and disembarking from airborne craft. I really should have said no, I've read the articles about our weakened pelvic floors and sudden high g impacts causing loss of control. Foolishly I thought it wouldn't happen to be buuuuut; It seems my confidence was misplaced. As soon as I landed I felt a long spurt leave my body. I panicked trying to stop but I landed clumsily bouncing again feeling another long dribble come out. By the time I managed to stop landing my pullup was soaked. My cheeks were rosy as I moved carefully trying to prevent leaks in front of the privates. I could feel a stray trickle of wetness running down my thigh but fortunately everyone else’s attention was drawn to a hapless private who took her turn after me. As I cautiously waddled off the trampoline a Private Rachel Adams leapt not having heeded the recommendation of hitting the bathroom before participating. Her face said it all. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the moment it happened. Her face twisted into a mix of surprise and disgust the shock of the initial landing. I could tell she was pooping in her pants. She was so caught off guard frozen by the act of messing her diaper she fell straight on her ass with a gross squish. I didn't stay around to inspect the damage but she started sniffling and the smell was foul. I quickly ran off to change my own soggy pull-up before it leaked even further. July 18th Fuck, damn it, assholes; those assholes. I was so close to an entire month without dirtying myself and then today happened. Uhg… calm down Elesa it was just an accident and you weren’t alone. Ok this is what happened but the fact they pulled this little stunt… really!? I can’t believe the base commander Ok’d this but then I guess he’s always been a dick. They wanted opinions and feedback on a new product. A new line of incontinence garments specifically designed for us women in the battlefield. I’d seen a few before but no company had ever managed to wrestle the lucrative contract away from Kimberly Clark. If it meant that I didn’t have to go into battle wearing princesses and fairies under my fatigues I am all for it though. It was mostly women and a few men packed into a small room with the presentation equipment all set up. On the front table a bunch of brochures were laid out along with a few sample products. They were fantastic I would love it if we actually had those instead. Laid out they were matte black as opposed to our brightly colored childish designs. They even had a bit of faux lace around the cuffs making them look nearly like real panties, well almost. Before I sat down I snatched one of the brochures leafing through it. It was adorned with a bunch of feel good taglines and pleasant and encouraging euphemisms. They might as well just come out and say it; Inconitech Shadow Fit, because you can’t stop crapping your pants like a child. Maybe that’s a little harsh but it can get pretty grating when everyone sugar coats it. They were really going all out to win our approval side by side comparison, data points, a features list. I lightly scanned it all before the lights dimmed and the presentation began. I think we all blushed at the opening slide it read “Shadow Fit, you won’t even know they’re there until you’re glad they are.” I’d participated in these sort of demo and evaluations before and knew what to expect. Admittedly I was only half paying attention as the sales rep covered data points envisioning myself wearing such a garment instead of what I was in now. Nobody was expecting what happened next as the slide advanced. An earsplitting scream came through the speakers and a clip from some damn horror movie of a visceral horror attacked the screen briefly before the presentation continued. In that moment of shock I know I wasn’t alone in letting out a surprised scream of terror as I dropped the pamphlet flinching. When I finally recovered I blushed as a silenced hush fell over the room and a faint trickle of pee falling from some of the seats dribbled to the floor. That was the least of my worries as I realized feeling the squishy mass in the seat of my diaper I had lost control of my bowels in addition to flooding it. I could see those telltale darkened stains of a leaking incontinence garment. Fortunately it wasn’t leaking as bad as some of the others. Still though I wasn’t about to sit through the rest of the presentation in my own shit. I tried to excuse myself but instead, at the approval of Commander Ryan found myself brought to the front of the room. The room began to smell rather foul as judging by some of the other blushing faces of discomfort I wasn’t the only one who shit her pants. He asked me to lower my pants. It was mortifying as I stood there with my back turned to the small room slowly exposing my heavily soiled garment. The pastel princess adorned garment was badly discolored. I could tell the rear sagged heavily and since I had been sitting at the time of the accident my thighs felt sticky I had a bit of a blowout as well and could see brown smudges inside my pants. Using me as a live demo he seemed to go on and on about absorbent this, leak guards that had I been wearing a shadow fit their superior technology would have contained such an accident and prevented urinary or fecal leakage saving my pants from soilage. This went on for at least five minutes while I stood in front of everyone doing my best not to squirm as my shitty bottom was on display for all. He tried to be clinical about it but still I was standing in front of everyone including superior officers having just soiled myself. Eventually he dismissed me handing me a sample to change into and thanked me for my participation. I quickly left trying to walk normally which is rather difficult when you’ve got a load in your pants. I’m still in disbelief that they would let them pull that kind of shit but at least I got one of those shadow fits out of it… deployment can’t come soon enough. July 19th After what happened yesterday I really didn’t even want to leave my quarters. For a confidence booster I pulled out the all black incontinence garment and slipped out of my current pair tossing them aside. These things are incredible compared to the stupid pull-ups we get. I slipped it up my legs and the way it hugs my hips. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while just admiring my lithe body. They looked almost like real panties, they were quieter by a large margin than standard issue and if you believe the data sheet provided superior protection. What really made me laugh was they’re available with an optional Kevlar weave outer shell. Begrudgingly I slipped them off and folded them up neatly wanting to save them for a special occasion before pulling out a fresh pull-up. Butterflies and stars… who makes these designs. I didn’t really feel like doing much else and after a bit of lunch flopped back into bed for a nap. My flight out with my squad was tomorrow and I couldn’t wait. I woke up after an hour or miraculously roused by the feeling of a full bladder. I was pretty confused about not waking up in sodden padding. I kind of looked at the bathroom and just shrugged. I didn’t want to get out of bed so I just kind of peed. I soaked my pull-up of my own volition making some of those stupid patterns disappear before quickly going back to sleep. I didn’t wake again till much later finding I had leaked once again dampening my sheets. I don’t know what I was thinking I feel so childish, I regret doing it now. What kind of Juliet medal holder uses her pants like that with a bathroom so close? I bet general Williams never did something so stupid… July 20th Finally, time to actually do something. My flight out was today unfortunately it wasn’t without incident for a few of us… well all of us females anyway. Longer flights require the use of a portable relief device; A fancy way of saying a thick diaper because we’re not trusted to keep the seats of their fancy planes dry. Unlike standard issue these are the tape up kind and only given out in changing centers. It’s ridiculous we can’t even put them on ourselves. At 0500 sharp I reported to the changing station awkwardly waving to a couple of my squad-mates who were there for the precise reason I was. The air was heavy with the smell of stale urine and shit. I knew I was wet. I figured why bother changing out of my soggy pull-up, most women I think shared the same sentiment although I couldn't imagine going to get changed voluntarily with a messy diaper I think I’d die of embarrassment if they had to wipe my ass for me. I guess some of them don't care as much as I do about it but I guess that's why they still receive sub satisfactory marks on their potty training reviews. My change went on normally the stupid thing taped up around my hips sealing my fate for the next few hours. I could have sworn the nurse in charge of me gave me a disapproving look as she tossed my sodden pullup away but with the wasteband of her own garment sticking about the hem of her pants she had no room to talk. Once we were all aboard the transport it didn't take us long to taxi out and hit the skies. I looked around on takeoff and I could have sworn some of them were already squirming in their seats. I just rolled my eyes and tried to get some sleep irritated that more of my comrades didn't take their potty training as seriously as I did as I watch Staff Sargent Grimwold kind of gaze off and I knew she was using her relief device. Flying doesn't usually bother me but I don't really care for turbulence. I know Astrid hates flying and I could see her white knuckle clenching the arm rests on the seat before I drifted off certain she had already soaked herself. A couple hours into the flight I woke up with the plane feeling like it was about to be pitched from the sky. An anomalous weather pattern just sort of sprung up on the plane apparently and it was being thrown about like a child's toy by a rambunctious toddler. I couldn't stop myself as I let out a surprised scream at the shock of being thrown awake. I was vaguely aware my diaper was a little damp from my sleep but the sudden shock of being thrown around by the brutal turbulence was making it much wetter. Nervously I grasped the arm rests and tried to relax... to stop peeing but I couldn't. I hate that feeling, you try to clench your muscles but it’s like there's nothing there. Fortunately I managed to stop it at just pee but I could feel my bowels quivering and it vaguely smelled like someone had already filled their pants. Astrid was crying softly to herself as the plane gave another violent shudder and I could only assume she was the culprit. I did not envy her seat right now, being thrown around constantly squishing it everywhere... uhg. I tried to focus on staying calm to set a good example for the rest of the women in my squad but it’s easier said than done. I was doing ok until the plane hit an air pocket... The whole craft must have dropped a couple hundred feet in a second. That however wasn't the worst of it. My stomach flip flopped in the weitless experience of free fall as we were all lifted slightly out of our seats and a bolt of lightning hit the starboard wing. The crack of thunder was deafening and the light illuminated the cabin. I shrieked and so did all the other women and then I... Damnit two days in a row I shit myself after not having went in my pants for nearly a month straight. I know I wasn't alone that time in fact I'm pretty sure they all did... it certainly smelled foul enough. As I was in free-fall my whole body just reacted on fearful instinct pushing a large load into my protective garment then the fall stopped and smush... I sat on it with all my weight and let me tell you that did not make cleanup fun for the changing room staff. We were a sight after disembarking the men went off to their quarters but us women all kind of waddled awkwardly walked as best you can when you've pooped yourself. Some had even managed to leak through their personal relief device which I thought was a rather impressive display of cowardice. That was not a fun plane flight... July 21st First day back on deployment started as wet as ever. I wet the bed which I’m starting to wonder if I should even bother noting since it happens so often. At least my pull-ups didn’t leak this time. I had really hoped I was outgrowing it but I guess not… I know few if any women ever do but still… I bet General Williams or Peterson don’t have this issue. Speaking of which that leads me to an actual accident that god it makes me feel like a child. I didn’t even think I had to go that bad but during breakfast the mess hall was abuzz with chatter. I overheard excited snippets from some of the other women General Williams herself was going to be coming to the base. I was ecstatic though the details were fuzzy I was so excited I err well didn’t really notice that I started peeing myself. I didn’t feel the hot wet rush until it had engulfed my private area. I peed too much too fast not even realizing it in my excitement until it was too late. I leaked straight through my pull-up. The padding is often not adequate to deal with our sudden accidents I don’t know why they haven’t given us something better. Soon enough I was sitting in a puddle and I could feel it soaking into my clothes clinging to my thighs. Needless to say I quickly excused myself hearing the snickers of my squad as I walked away my fatigues plainly discolored by pee. I visited the head every half hour trying to empty my bowels. After two days in a row of not making it I didn’t want to run the risk of a bowel accident especially not even in a combat situation. It worked more or less. Even if I didn’t feel the need I went and made myself sit on the toilet sometimes surprised by a few streams of pee I didn’t even know was in me. I did wet myself once more in the afternoon however. I volunteered to help unload supplies I hated to sit idly by and let the men to all the work. It’s a matter of pride we constantly have to prove ourselves and our little bathroom issues don’t make it any easier. Jill volunteered with me and we worked in the blazing midday sun unloading crates with the rest of the guys in our squad. Crates filled with various supplies, munitions, mre’s and of course multiple crates of incontinence garments. Even with proper lifting technique you’re going to wet yourself with any sort of heavy item. It has to do with our weak pelvic floor or something. Even so I managed to keep each release down to a small dribble each time I hoisted something up with Jill’s assistance. Towards the end I could feel a familiar wet heaviness signifying I was soaked. I didn’t even think I had gone that much but I guess it just adds up over time. I pressed my hand against my crotch with a wet squish to judge if I needed to change; I definitely needed one. One more crate and then we could leave the rest and go change. My pull-up was decidedly drenched and I knew Jill wasn’t much drier. She’d always been a bit flighty and probably had the worst control of our squad. The crate was really heavy, neither of us was expecting it and she strained a little too hard. Luckily I was already empty at that point releasing only drops of pee into my swelled garment. Jill on the overhand went wide eyed and blushed deeply as the strain of trying to lift such a heavy object forced her to drop a load into her saturated incontinence garment. A soiled pull-up has a very distinct smell there was no way she could have hidden what she did but I felt a bit bad for her and just suggested we call it a day and go change. She agreed with a fervent nod eyes watering slightly. Jill walked off ahead of me and I could see the redhead’s fatigues sagging slightly in the rear as she walked away awkwardly. I hate how obvious it is when you have an accident like that. Jul 22nd First day back on the job and it feels good. Even woke up dry this morning! It’s an eight person squad consisting of myself the highest ranking at Sergeant Major, Jill Davis and Joshua Chambers are second highest at Master Sergeant. Then bringing up the middle we have Astrid Miller, Sienna Torres and David Lynch all at Staff Sergeant. Valerie Woods is our lowest ranking woman at Sergeant and our newest member Jack Burton is only a Corporal. We’ve all got a wide range of skills that complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses. As expected our first assignment was a routine patrol just to get us warmed up again. We got suited up went over the route and headed out leaving in one of the many MRAPs stationed there. It was a pretty quiet night Joshua was driving and Valerie was riding navigator. The silence of the night was shattered when we hit an IED that was waiting for out patrol. The cabin was immediately filled with the fearful cries of the other women but I managed to control my voice gripping the edge of the seat for support. We were all a bit shaken not to mention now in need of a dry pull-up. I could feel the sodden squish of wet absorbent gel between my legs thighs and with how Jill and Astrid were squirming they weren’t any better off. Sienna had lost it though she was crying shaking her head and that’s when the smell of a bowel movement assaulted my nose. Even though she’d never said anything I suspected she was a bit claustrophobic and the MRAPs weren’t the most spacious of vehicles. I should have comforted her as the commanding officer but I was still a bit shaken myself. Lynch moved in putting his hand on her shoulder. She quickly calmed down enough for him to move her to the floor of the vehicle which doubled as an effective changing station. Her face was bright red as he slipped her trousers down but there was little else she could do. It wouldn't suit to have her sitting in a pile of shit for the rest of our patrol and it was considered a team building experience. It was about as intimate an experience you could get with a squad mate. If you could trust them to change your shitty diaper you could trust them with just about everything. We all kind of turned away as best we could knowing how it feels to be changed with all eyes on you isn't exactly pleasant. Lynch was always good with changes though um not that I really know I mean I didn't have that many accidents especially not bowel accidents! After that we got through the rest of the patrol with no issues returning to the normal life of being deployed ENTRY PENDING REVIEW Review Council notes concerning entry dated Jul 22nd multiple statements of a questionable nature and the sensors in Sergeant Major Killians pull-up detecting a release of 573gr of fecal matter led to an inquiry of the events concerning the aforementioned night of the 22nd. Upon further review the council recommends extreme judiciousness. Her claim of “I didn't have that many accidents especially not bowel accidents” was called into question and only partially substantiated. Empirically compared to other 27 year old soldiers rank Sergeant to Sergeant Major she was 9.4% less likely to have an accident given most scenarios. However compared to the rest of the units in her squad she was only 3.3% less likely to have an accident. Interestingly though compared to all other Bronze Juliet Medal recipients Sergeant Major Elesa Killian was 1.9% more likely to have an accident in the following scenarios: combat, sleeping, strenuous exercise, long flights. Accident in this sense refers to the military standard of an involuntary loss of 150ml or more of urine and/or an involuntary passing of 100gr or more of feces into ones clothing. The statement that only Staff Sergeant Sienna Miller was the one to have lost control of her bowels was deemed unequivocally false as Sgt Maj Elesa Killian passed 573gr of feces into her pull-up and was deemed in need of a change by Corporal Jack Burton. Questioning now First Sergeant Jack Burton he gave this retelling of that night. “The first patrol back? I remember it... No Elesa definitely soiled herself. Lynch took care of Sienna but I could tell the way Major Killian was still crying and squirming that she had an involuntary bowel movement as well. I asked if she wanted help but she started yelling at me that as a Corporal I had no business changing her. I tried to remind her of SoP and the SoCoC during a bout of incontinence but just wouldn’t listen. Eventually I slapped her and threatened her with a spanking. I may have only been a Corporal but I knew the rules, everyone is trained in dealing with female incontinence. She calmed down a little and agreed to letting me change her but she wasn’t happy about it. I don’t know what got into her maybe it was the first mission in a while but she definitely freaked out a little.” This retelling has been corroborated with then Staff Sergeant David Lynch and Astrid Miller both part of the patrol that night. We hope this blatant disregard for the truth is an isolated incident and Major Killian’s otherwise honest entries will not be tarnished by this inaccurate report. Jul 23rd She’s here she actually is here! I didn’t have an accident today but its true General Williams is on base. I got a glimpse of her as she departed from her chopper. She got off last and looked like she was walking a bit funny. I bet that buffoon of a pilot bruised her up on the landing I’ll have to have a word with her. I can’t wait to speak with her she’s such an inspiration. Jul 24/25th What a disaster I… I don’t even know where to begin. Everything went to shit the morning after she arrived. I never thought it would actually happen but they got up the balls to hit us on our own base. They hit the hell out of us. They must have been planning this for a while because they actually breached the perimeter and fast. It started with a rocket volley I think and then I don’t even know it was such a whirlwind of noise and commotion. It was early morning breakfast was being served in the mess hall. My squad was about to meet up in a few minutes and grab some chow. When the commotion broke out we all kind of sprang into action wondering what the hell was going on. We ran out of the barracks immediately greeted by a hail of gunfire. Valerie and Jill kind of froze up not ready for the shock of being fired upon so early. I could tell they were doing their morning business in their pants. We all ducked behind a small retaining wall Lynch and Chambers had to help those two as they were mid bowel movement. The smell from those two was a bit distracting but we returned fire dropping quite a few of them. They had numbers on their side but after a while they started to fall back. We pressed them forward and saw precisely why they were falling back. Being dragged out of the building was General Williams in the hands of five or six of them. We were at a distance but through the scope of my rifle I will never forget the look of terror on her face and the darkened fabric of her urine stained pants. At that moment I learned she was no better than any of us. That sight put a damper on the squad but despite that and Valerie and Jill’s soiled condition we pushed on. They retreated into a slew of lightly armored improvised attack vehicles. I realized at that moment I was pretty wet as well. I didn’t even know it had happened or when it happened but I ignored it for now and we ran to the garage where we could get a vehicle to chase them down with. We weren’t going to let these bastards get away with this. We piled into the MRAP we had banged up the other day on patrol I was pissed and took the driver’s seat despite a few protests. I mean hey I’m not Michael Schumacher but I got passable marks on my field driving tests. Lynch rode navigator and the rest hopped in the back hoping to get a change while I drove. The MRAPs weigh I don’t know probably close to what a small moon does. All that armor plating isn’t light but they can still scoot. I didn’t have a problem catching up to them but running through the desert at full tilt didn’t make for a smooth ride we were getting pretty beat up. I don’t know who was manning the machine gun but the constant chugging of heavy machine gun fire was making short work of the fleeing trucks. I feel bad now but General Williams’s life was at stake. I learned later that Valerie and Jill couldn’t change because the ride was so rough. The just had to sit in their own soiled diaper getting thrown around in the back I’m sure the experience was less than pleasant. That is a condition we trained for though, it comes with the job. We chased them for I don’t know twenty minutes half an hour I’m not really sure. Regardless we followed them into the nearby city their forces were occupying and were greeted with a hail of small arms fire which the MRAP laughed at. Their tiny truck was a bit more nimble to say the least and we were losing ground smashing into everything in sight in the winding corridors that comprised their narrow streets. We rounded a corner in time to see a small group waiting for us rpg in hand. I screamed and admittedly started to panic as I lost control of more than just the vehicle. I shit my pullup badly. My stomach still hadn’t adjusted to shipping out and my accident just went everywhere. In the instant before the rocket hit I could feel just uhg… up towards my lower back, leaking out into my pants. The truck collided with a wall and was hit by the rocket and everything went black for me. The next thing I knew Lynch was dragging me out of the MRAP which was on its side as I came to. The deafening crack of gunfire quickly brought me to my senses as the rest of the squad was embroiled in covering fire as we moved from the crash site towards cover. Even through the adrenaline I could feel what a disaster I was. I had lost control of my bladder as well and my fatigues were soaked. My thighs were sticky, I smelled horrible and I didn’t even want to think about cleaning up in the field. I was out for maybe five minutes they weren’t sure exactly but apparently I had chased the truck into a dead end. As my head cleared he explained what was going on. After the crash the rest of the team neutralized the threats and pulled General Williams to safety in a nearby shop. I could see Joshua and Sienna firing at a few rooftops from under a nearby overhang. With Lynch’s help I was quickly inside and the other two that were outside slammed the doors shut behind us after a few moments. I could finally catch my breath not that the air inside was all that pleasant With Jill and Valerie just having had their shitty diaper changed. Astrid had her pants off as she finished tending to Jill and the discolored brown bulge was evident she was next in line. It was about that time I heard an unfamiliar voice from the other room and noticed Corporal Burton’s absence. Apparently he had drawn the short straw and had to deal with the inconsolable general. I pulled myself away from Lynch’s grasp and went to investigate the heated voices coming from the backroom. I caught angry snippets between the two. “General I need you to calm down…” “No I will not and you can’t make me!” “General please…” “I don’t care... I’m not! It’s not that bad!” To be honest it wasn’t how I pictured meeting my idol… shit trailing down my legs but I opened the door to find Corporal Burton at his wits end with General Williams who was being completely uncooperative. They were too embroiled in their argument to notice me opening the door. Jack saw me but the General’s back was too me giving me a look at her ruined pants. They were a mix of slacks and fatigues given to officers for wear while on base in a hot zone. I froze seeing she was no better off than I was. The inner legs of her pants were still wet from her loss of bladder control and the rear was sagging the fabric wrinkled and stretched taught by the weight of her own excrement. “I’m not wearing that!” she was pointing at one of the girly standard issue pullups that we had as part of our field kit. “Those are for children!” When she said that I blushed heavily knowing something nearly Identical underneath my stained fatigues. “No… they are for women who piss and shit themselves like you General.” He said getting rather flippant with her. “N…No I do not! It’s not that bad…” she whined despite the obvious which made me think of myself, do I whine so childishly when one of them tries to change me? He was only a Corporal so I guess I can understand when lost his temper with her. He bellowed at her and I could tell he was pissed. “You’ve shit yourself, badly… You’re already in violation of the Code of Continence section 17: All officers must wear protection with absorbency equal to or greater than standard issue while in a combat zone.” She froze hearing him quote the rules at her I didn’t really know what to say either. “I’m already going to have to report you for one violation now does it have to be more Fiona J Williams!” At the sound of her full name stripped of her title I could have sworn I saw her body flinch and her muscle quiver before the bulge in her pants grew slightly. In this situation he had every right to call her by her name but her response was less than pleasant and she started cursing. “What the hell did you just call me corporal I am a General!” she spat back before going into a tirade about years in service, respecting senior officers and more; jabbing her finger at him accusatorily. He was quick, General William’s wasn’t aware of Burton’s high close quarter’s combat scores. He grabbed her by the wrist and shoved her forward bending her over the desk before quickly undoing her pants and yanking them down. She wore a set of lacy black… well they were black but now smudged with brown pair of silken panties most certainly against the rules to wear without at least some kind of absorbent pad in them. It started suddenly, he spanked her… hard. After the first hit came another and another right on the seat of her bulging panties. It’s a maneuver saved for only the most unruly soldiers, it was humiliating, degrading but I couldn’t avert my eyes. My personal hero was being spanked after pooping her pants at the hands of a corporal. With all the famed rumors about her I never expected her to act like this… I didn’t really know what to think so I just kind of stood there dumbfounded and watched as he delivered thwap after thwap with a faint squish each time. It didn’t take long for her to be reduced to tears and I admit if I had anything left in my bladder I would have wet myself from the sound. Once he deemed her compliant enough he removed her ruined panties and tossed them aside. There was no cleaning them after such a bad accident. General Williams just stood there sniffling her body trembling every so often as he set about the laborious task of cleaning her up. Soon enough though she was clean and her pulled up a snug fitting standard issue garment around her hips letting the crinkly elastic snap into place. Her pants were a loss too… he tried to clean them but it would have taken a good source of running water to really get them wearable again and instead tossed a spare set at her from the field changing kit. I was next and truth be told I was more than glad to get out of my full diaper. I know some of the more…”interesting” comrades don’t mind it but I have that sticky heavy disgusting feeling after I pooped my pants… uhg. After her little tantrum I wasn’t in any mood to protest and she walked out past me blushing hard when she realized she had an audience. Burton cleaned me up well enough… he may not quite have the tender touch that Lynch does but I thanked him and fortunately my pants were salvageable if not a little clammy after cleaning them. Ten minutes later we regrouped in the main room of the abandon store. Lynch explained what was going on, the base was still dealing with all that happened and a few pockets of resistance were still active on the base. They wouldn’t be able to extract us until later. We just had to sit tight until further notice. General Williams looked utterly nonplussed about the fact she was stuck out here for an indeterminate amount of time. Valerie pulled out a deck of cards while Williams volunteered to keep watch excusing herself from the group and we entertained ourselves playing cards joking about the few times we’d played strip poker and ended up showing off our huggies. While under normal circumstances I think some of them would have just used their diapers out of convenience we had a small supply of spares and I am proud to write that we all made it to the toilet for the rest of the day. Even General William’s who seemed quite shaken hiding out in the middle of an enemy occupied city didn’t require a change; Burton was sure to check. One person traded off and was always keeping watch General Williams didn’t join us playing cards not that I blame her with how she acted earlier. Quarter after six we were radioed, they had our position and they’d send a convey tomorrow morning. It would be another twelve hours before we were picked up. We started dozing off and rounded off shifts so we could sleep. I was asleep and Lynch was on watch when we were all woken up by the sound of men speaking outside while Lynch shook us all awake. We all scrambled behind the counter ready in case they spotted us. The door opened and we all held our breath as a single set of boots slowly tromped inside none of us could seem him but we could hear the slow thump of methodic steps and see the gleam of a flashlight. Someone had given General William’s a sidearm and she clutched it trembling. The footsteps grew louder crunching over broken glass as he slowly walked by the front of the counter. I don’t know how he didn’t see us. On my left was the General and I could see her suddenly freeze as I heard a faint hissing. The unmistakable sound of pee hitting the fabric of a pullup. The General completely wet herself unable to handle the stress of the situation. I’ll admit I dribbled a bit as well but I was starting to wonder how the hell Decorated General Fiona Williams received the Gold Juliet Medal of Competency. He finally left deciding the shop was empty enough and we collectively let out a sigh of relief that our cover wasn’t blown. She wasn’t the only one to wet herself though. Sienna and Jill both soaked themselves but with few remaining changes we mulled it over. We decided to wait to change with still quite a few hours before pickup if one of had a bowel accident we wanted to make sure we had a change available. I was glad we did because not three hours later I woke up with my insides feeling like they were on fire. My stomach churned and cramped. I couldn’t move without feeling like I was going to throw up or shit myself. All I could do was hunch over and pull my knees to my chest and hoped the feeling passed. It started as what I prayed was a bit of gas that would make me feel better. It wasn’t just gas and I think I knew that but at that point I didn’t care. I pushed and it came rushing out of me. It was horrible, the watery diarrhea immediately filled my pullup with a soupy muck not to mention overflowing the leg guards and staining my pants badly. Somewhere in the throes of my repulsive bowel movement my overfull bladder decided I hadn’t had enough humiliation and decided to leave me sitting in a hot puddle of pee and liquid poop. I even started sniffling trying my best not to cry. I’m just glad Lynch was still on watch. He helped me up and carried me to the backroom so my pants would get even more stained though after two blowouts they were ruined. He was a little disapproving that I’d had two complete accidents but I can’t really blame him. I should have done better, I was disappointed with myself but soon enough I was clean again although I didn’t really want to put my pants back on. They were starting to smell of poop but I didn’t really have a choice. That’s all that happened to me although the next morning we got a message from hq saying to be ready for extraction. We were all up and a small line had formed for the bathroom and General Williams was at the end of the line. She was still wearing her pissy pullup from the previous night. I guess she just couldn’t hold it long enough to make it and I watched her clutch her stomach and hunch over slightly when it happened. There’s a sound that it makes and I don’t know how to describe it but it’s like a wet popping… or a crackling… I don’t know really but that’s the sound you make when you poop yourself and for her it was no different. I could see the seat of her pants stretched tautly against the padding of her wet pullup puff out slowly. She quivered and clenched her fists before it looked like she pushed. I don’t know but a moment later she was standing normally if not red in the face from having done her business in her pants again. Joshua laughed noticing what she was doing which earned him a stern glare. Now that she wasn’t freaking out though she insisted on changing herself and stormed off to the backroom where we had been disposing of our used undergarments. Just like that an armored convoy picked us up just like they said and we were whisked back to base. What a way to come back to deployment. July 27th Yesterday was an offday because of what we went through. Mostly just hanging out getting checked up by the base medical staff to ensure we were ok. General Williams was nowhere to be seen though, I knew she was still on base. I think she just wanted a day to recover and hide out in her quarters but what do I know. Anyway, the whole squad got called out to the training grounds and to my surprise she was waiting for us there with a sharp scowl on her face. She began going on about how we were rusty, we should have intercepted her capture sooner all sorts of nonsense. I mean we saved her the least we could have gotten was a thank you but she just lectured us for a good while before blowing the whistle that was around her neck leading us into drills mercilessly. I was glad to be wearing protection as the sudden loud noise made me pee a little bit soon that was the least of my worries. She was a real slave driver but it quickly became clear she was going hardest on Burton. My hero, my idol turned out to be a petulant vindictive child. It sucked but it really got me thinking if I’d been harder on some especially those in my squad because they were just following orders, trying to help me even if at the time I didn’t want it. The extended vigorous drills resulted in several leaking and messy diapers that direly needed changing. Given what she’d done the previous day I thought she would have been a bit more sympathetic. Jill, Sienna and Astrid had all messed themselves and were having a hell of a time keeping up. I had avoided emptying my bowels narrowly a few times along with Valerie but after most of the morning I was utterly soaked. Every so often I could feel dribbles of piss running down my legs but still we weren’t allowed to change despite my protests. I even quoted standard allotted changing time and the maximum time a female can be kept from changing after soiling herself but she ignored me. Mercifully our drills were cut short when a nearby construction crew fired up their equipment. They were repairing the damage done to perimeter defenses. The sudden noise of the extremely loud equipment startled the lot of us. Valerie completely lost it and the small damp half-moon crescent stains on her pants quickly spread down her legs as her bladder let go while she simultaneously vacated her bowels. I only wet myself! I mean it’s still humiliating to feel the warmth of your own piss running down your legs because your pullup is too soaked to absorb anything more but I didn’t poop my pants like everyone else even General Williams! Like I was saying “training” was cut short because I think she shit herself when she was startled, serves her right for working us like dogs. She didn’t admit anything but I could tell, we all could. The blush on her face the slightly awkward stance post facto we knew and I couldn’t help but smirk she was standing with full pants and I had only wet myself. She quickly made up some excuse and walked off doing the “I’m pretending there’s nothing wrong and I haven’t pooped my pants” walk. We were exhausted by that point and stumbled back to quarters. Poor Astrid and Jill had a hell of a diaper rash from that but fortunately we didn’t see any more of her that day. July 28th We had a patrol scheduled today looked pretty routine but I got a request to report to a council hearing. I was a bit puzzled as they usually tended to disciplinary action. I hadn’t even had breakfast yet but I dragged myself out of bed and threw on clothes. It was a short trudge across base and I couldn’t help but feel it had something to do with General Williams. When I entered the room it was quickly made clear. Corporal Burton was there at one desk and across the other room a rather irritated General Fiona J Williams. As his superior officer I was called in to corroborate his accusations against the general as such issues as abuse of rank wasn’t to be taken lightly. He had reported her for unfairly punishing the squad for what was in her eyes a less than acceptable performance. Not only that but she was singling him out for the discipline he gave her when he had been forced to change her into a diaper in the field. Retaliating against a subordinate officer for suspending the chain of command during a bout of female incontinence is strictly against policy and if found guilty she’d be in a fair bit of trouble. The proceedings started like any other, I’d been part of a few before, harassment, subpar performance and a few others. In a strange twist of fight I now found myself backing up Burton’s stories condemning the actions of the woman who I had modeled my entire military career after. The longer the case went on the clearer it became that General William’s hadn’t acted appropriately. I was watching for most of the time I guess out of morbid curiosity. I watched her expression change from when I arrived aloof irritation, to finish wide eyed apprehension. Just like that the gavel banged and the council decision was announced. “Conduct unbecoming an officer in her position.” As well as “Unfair treatment of a subordinate for acts performed in the line of duty.” The council talked amongst themselves of which I caught bits and pieces before addressing the three of us once again. The lecture they gave her was harsh but from the sounds of it well deserved. It wasn’t the first time she had the accusations brought against her but this was the first time there was enough evidence to actually enforce a punishment. After the stern lecture about treating someone with respect especially once they’ve changed your soiled undergarments for you they finally got to her punishment. She was blushing fiercely as they reminded her of her lack of control and even I recalled my little outburst the other day on patrol in the MRAP and blushed. “General Fiona J Williams, for your less than satisfactory behavior regarding Corporal Burton using his right to suspend the chain of command to deal with an extreme bout of your own incontinence. For the rest of your stay on base you will be required to wear maximum protection undergarments. During the first week the latrine is off limit and you will report to Corporal Burton for any change that is required. If he reports a change in your attitude we will consider how the remainder of your punishment will go, dismissed.” She looked understandably horrified and tried to protest earning only silent glares from the council. Jack couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the outcome but I don’t think he really knew what he was getting into. Nobody really liked maximum protection garments. As bad as standard issue was at least they were the pullup kind. They crinkled loudly, they were thick, plasticy, uncomfortable and obvious under your pants. For a competency medal winner it was the ultimate step backwards. The three of us departed and I had little desire to watch him force her into a diaper. I also had to deal with my currently soaked pullup. I didn’t get a chance to go in the morning after I dressed and well the sudden bang of the gavel made me spring a leak. I didn’t want to react obviously in the meeting so I just kind of let it happen. I tried to stop it but without hunching over and jamming my hands between my legs I couldn’t keep from wetting myself. I’m just glad it didn’t leak all over the chair in there. The soggy padding hugging my hips was at least warm which made the walk back a bit more bearable. July 28th Cross Referenced Journal entry from Corporal Jack Burton I couldn’t help but smirk a little at the outcome. I mean she deserved every bit of it. She had no right to treat us the way she did because she was embarrassed she’d acted like a toddler in front of us. I was just following the rules and what did I get, whispered threats every time I passed her and merciless drills. When her punishment came out I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel. I didn’t join the Rangers to just change shitty diapers but oh well, the sheepish look on the face of a general was worth it. She had lost all of her bluster when we left. Killian left just the two of us and I escorted her to the medical wing to pickup her new “underwear” Opening a pack I pulled one out with a chuckle and motioned for her to get up on the bed so I could change her. She opened her mouth to speak but just kind of froze. I could tell she wanted to slap me or curse at me but instead what came out was a mewling request to use the restroom before she was confined to wearing her restroom. I guess she normally did her business in the morning and rules were rules so I told her to just use her pants and I’d clean her up. If looks could kill I would have been incinerated on the spot. I just stood and waited for her to decide. Wasting a perfectly good diaper didn’t make any sense, at least I gave her the chance to get cleaned up as soon as she did it. She snapped at me and angrily spat back “Fine” realizing she had little choice before she started taking off her boots. For a woman who didn’t have any problem using her pants as a bathroom in the heat of combat watching her intentionally trying to soil herself was extremely amusing. She squirmed and wriggled and clenched her fists scrunching her face even grunt a few times before it finally happened. It started as a faint blossoming wetness which soon spread down the legs of her pants discoloring the fabric before splashing onto the floor puddling at her feet. Her relief and humiliation was palpable as she emptied her bowels as well. She still had her eyes shut tightly as the seat of her pants started to sag as a doughy mass slowly settled into her panties with a wet crackling noise. Once she started it didn’t take her long to finish and soon enough she was done. With a small grunt she finished pushing and stood awkwardly in front of my once again in very full pants. The whole room smelt of her “accident” and she glared at me blushing hotly. Never have I met another woman who could be so humiliated but still melt you with an angry glare at the same time. I don’t know what she was thinking but the next act was just so childish I wasn’t going to let her get away with it. She removed her pants once again exposing a lovely set of silken underpants now heavily soiled barely containing her feces within and sort of hopped on the table deliberately sitting in it. She purposefully attempted to make my job less pleasant by sitting in her own shit and then demanded I clean her up. I snapped at her when she did that calling her a petulant child and a whole slew of other things. When it became clear however I wasn’t going to clean her up before I put her in a diaper she quickly realized the error of her ways. I put the diaper on over her messy panties knowing that pair would need to be thrown away. She pleaded with me to change her first but I knew if I caved she’d walk all over me for the rest of her discipline. She may be a general but I’m not going to make exceptions just for her rank. I told her to come find me when her diaper needed changing and left after calling out to the nurse telling her that the general had a bit of an accident in her pants and needed a new pair. July28th cross referenced diary entry from General Fiona J Williams That irritating, crass, crude, insufferable corporal; How could they rule in his favor?! I am a General! I’m going to record every single thing he does and get him discharged once this is all over with. He made me… soil myself and then just put the diaper over my panties. Guidelines clearly state that underwear is not allowed to be worn over or under protective garments. He also intentionally called out to that nurse saying I’d had an accident and intentional humiliation of a superior officer for the condition of her fatigues is also against guidelines! The smirking look that nurse gave me when she took away my wet pants… I need to remember to get her name and report her too. Only one more week of reporting to him… I can do this. Uhg I still haven’t gotten that change from him but I really don’t want to see his face anymore. Everytime I sit or move around I can feel my own waste pressing against me and the panties just make it worse… damnit I liked this pair too but now they’re beyond ruined. I want the cost of these panties deducted from his pay!
  5. I've posted this in a previous forum but wanted to share here! Newly independent Madeline has to navigate one more hurdle before she leaves for college. All characters are 18+ PART 1 Maddie squirmed in the backseat of her mother’s car. It had only been an hour and half since they had left their home, but her stomach was already gurgling and causing her discomfort. It was early in the afternoon, not even two o’clock yet, and they were close to arriving at her aunt’s house for a barbecue. Maddie tried to distract herself by reading the license plates of passing cars. She didn’t want to think about the inevitable predicament she would soon be in. This diaper punishment is going worse than I thought… she lamented to herself. Today was officially day nine of one month in diapers for Maddie. The first week was difficult for her, her delicate sense of pride and confidence was set back fiercely, and she hoped she could regain her sense of independence by the time she left for college in a few months. One day she was driving around with her friends, attending graduation parties and drinking into the night, and the next day her own mother was tending to her dirty diapers on their living room floor. Maddie had stayed at home mostly since her diaper punishment began. She had to wear thick, noticeable, adult diapers twenty-four hours a day, and she couldn’t bear to let her friends see her that way. It was also easier for her to wet and mess her diapers in the privacy of her own home, rather than resorting to using them in public. She didn’t want to go to this event today, but Amy made it clear that both she and her daughter needed to attend her sister Ruth’s annual family barbeque. The light blue sundress Maddie was wearing did a good job of hiding her thick diaper. In the mirror prior to leaving, Maddie tried various combinations of jeans and leggings, but all of them were too tight to mask the bulky garment she was required to wear. Maddie looked down at her white sneakers and crossed her legs. She thought about maybe bargaining with her mother on stopping at a bathroom, since she had never been in this predicament before, out and about on the town with the increasingly real probability of a messy diaper. The rumbling in her bowels was growing stronger. Even if they pulled over right this instant, she was worried she might not make it to a bathroom. Maddie looked out the window. She and her mother were still on the highway, and she saw no signs of any rest stops or exits anywhere close. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Since her punishment began, Maddie had only messed a handful of times. In each instance, she had the luxury of squatting in her room, or standing and bending over slightly to relieve herself. Now she was sitting squarely on her butt, and was trying to stealthily mess so as not tip off her mother in the driver’s seat. Maddie hated “going” in a diaper when her mother was watching. She placed the palms of her hands on either side of her legs and lifted herself up slightly. Once her butt was raised off of the seat, Maddie held her breath and pushed. A deluge of hot mess began to fill the seat of her diaper. Maddie exhaled and released the pressure on her bladder, beginning to flood her diaper with warm pee. The waste in her diaper mixed together to form a wet, slimy sludge that was growing larger and expanding throughout the garment by the second. It took nearly thirty seconds for Maddie to finish wetting and messing herself. With her butt still in the air and her arms getting tired of keeping herself in suspension, she lowered herself onto her poopy diaper. She grimaced as felt the warm contents of her diaper squelch up between her legs and towards the front. Once all her weight was placed down, she relaxed her body and sighed. She felt like she was sitting in a pile of hot pudding, and was completely coated by the mess. In her silent struggle, Maddie had not alerted her mother that she had just filled her diaper. Amy was staring straight ahead with her eyes on the road. Maddie took a deep breath sheepishly and started, “Mom…?” Amy looked in the rearview mirror and made eye contact with her daughter. Maddie’s face was contorted in a frown, and her brow was furrowed. “Yes, sweetheart?” Amy asked. Maddie tilted her head back into her seat headrest in defeat and embarrassment. “Mom, I messed my diaper.” She admitted. In a matter of fact tone, Amy replied “Well, that’s alright, honey. That’s what the diapers are there for. You just hang tight for another half hour or so and we can change you when we get to Aunt Ruth’s.” Maddie sighed. Before she even relieved herself she knew this would be the inevitable result. She would have to walk into a family party with her loaded diaper, say hello, and then get changed in some side guest room. “Maddie,” Amy said, “where did you put you diaper bag? I don’t see it up front here, do you have it in the back?” Maddie was confused and asked “I thought you had it, Mom.” Amy sighed and gave Maddie a pained look in rearview mirror. “Honey, no. What did I say a few days ago? This is your punishment, you need to be responsible for your diapers when we leave the house.” Maddie’s heart began to beat a bit faster. “Well, can we go back and get it?” she asked. Amy shook her head. “No, sweetheart, we’re almost there. You’re just going to have live with it, and deal with that diaper until we get back home.” “Until we go back home?” Maddie flinched and uncomfortably shifted in her seat, inadvertently spreading her slimy mess. “But Mom, that could be hours from now! Can we stop at a store, and maybe pick up some new diapers?” Maddie was getting desperate. “No, Maddie. This is part of the deal. You need to be more responsible about these things. I’m not going to spend all day worrying about when you soil yourself and when you need a change. Besides, this might teach you a valuable lesson about taking care of yourself. When you go to college in a few months, I’m not always going to be there to bail you out of situations. And that is that.” Amy finished lecturing her daughter and then focused back on the road. Maddie was stunned but there was nothing else to be said to her mother. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat. Her messy diaper was still warm but rapidly cooling off. She grumbled and sighed, It was going to be a long day… PART 2 Aunt Ruth’s house could be picked out from the rest of the streets on her block from a few hundred yards away. There were dozens of people congregated on the porch, front lawn, and street outside the house holding red plastic cups. Ruth’s yearly barbeque was mostly for family, but she was sure to invite friends from the neighborhood as well. Parking around the block, Amy grabbed a container full of potato salad and turned towards her daughter in the backseat. “Ok Maddie, ready to head in?” “I guess,” Maddie muttered. She opened the door and stepped out of the car. Her diaper sagged a bit once she stood up, but it was still wrapped tight around her waist, a testament to her mother’s expert diapering. She squatted slightly and spread her legs apart, trying to find a comfortable position where she wasn’t acutely aware of the mess clinging to her. Maddie quickly found that her attempts were futile, and resigned herself to the feeling. Walking up to the front porch, Amy saw Ruth from afar near her front door, propping it open to allow party guests to filter in and out. “Ruth!” Amy called out. She approached with Maddie and cradled the potato salad in one hand. Ruth turned her attention away from the door and said “Amy! Maddie! So good to see you!” She extended her arms in a hug to Amy. “So glad you could make it,” she continued. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Amy added. Ruth turned to Maddie with her arms open, “And how are you Maddie? Enjoying your summer so far?” Maddie embraced Ruth and replied, “Hi Aunt Ruth, yes of course. It’s been a blast so far.” “Good, I’m glad” Ruth said. She hugged Maddie for a moment before blurting out, “Pee-yew! Do you both smell that? Did someone bring their dog over today? I hope if someone did they at least brought some bags with them…” Ruth looked around and tried to assess where the smell was coming from. Maddie shrunk back, hoping that this moment would pass without having to reveal her situation further. “Oh Ruth, I wouldn’t worry,” Amy said. “I know where that smell is coming from. Maddie? Would you care to explain?” Maddie wished she could melt into the earth. “Uhhh, well….” Ruth looked into her shifting eyes. “What is it, Maddie?” “Well, I’m wearing a diaper…. Today…” Ruth titled her head in confusion. She looked to Amy to gauge a response. “Hmm, a diaper? Why are you wearing a diaper, Maddie?” Ruth inquired. Maddie’s face began to flush red. “I did something bad and now I need to wear them for a while.” “Something bad? Did you get into an accident, sweetheart? Are you okay?” Amy took this opportunity to jump in with zero hesitation. “Well Ruth, the other week I was alerted by my bank that a suspicious check was cashed from my account. After some sleuthing, it turns out that our sweet Madeline here,” she gestured to her daughter, “had forged my signature to try and take a few hundred dollars out of my account. Isn’t that right?” Maddie rolled her eyes. “It was only a few hundred dollars, you would’ve never known it was gone anyway.” The soft sympathy in Ruth’s voice melted away. “Maddie, I can’t believe this. Who taught you how to do that? You can get in a lot of trouble doing something like that, you’re lucky it was just your mother who caught you.” Maddie lowered her head. “I know, it was wrong. I’m sorry.” “Now, as punishment, Maddie is required to wear diapers all day, every day, for one month.” Amy said. Ruth’s face grimaced slightly. “Hmm, sounds… excessive, but you are her mother. Whatever you think is best.” Slightly disgusted, but still curious, Ruth added “Maddie, do you have to use your diapers?” Maddie nodded. “Do you have to use them for… everything?” Maddie hesitated, but nodded. “Oh, your poor thing. That’s what that smell is. Amy, are you going to change her? I have a guest room upstairs you can use.” “Why don’t you tell Aunt Ruth, Maddie? Are you going to get a diaper change here today?” Maddie sighed. “I forgot my diaper bag at home. We don’t have any new diapers for me to change into.” Ruth shook her head dismissively. “I’m sorry to hear that Maddie. I wish I could help, but you should just enjoy yourself the best you can today, no matter how dirty your diaper is, ok? Now c’mon, let’s go inside and say hi to the rest of the family” Maddie nodded, and she and Amy followed Ruth inside the house. PART 3 THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The heavy plopping of beanbags on wooden frames echoed throughout the yard. “Nice job, Maddie! Three for three!” Maddie’s cousin yelled from across the yard. “Thank you!” Maddie chimed back. She turned to her other cousin, Josh, standing beside her. “You better make all three throws if you want to match me, Josh!” She taunted. “Yeah yeah,” Josh waved her off. “You got lucky.” He squared up to toss the beanbags he was holding, while Maddie smiled to herself. Her spirits had picked up in the past hour or so. Despite the messy diaper taped between her legs, she was managing to have a good time at her family barbeque. She was playing the backyard game “cornhole” and putting up some points against her cousins. After an hour or so, she hardly smelled anymore and was able to congregate with other people without feeling embarrassed. Her diaper, while still full, was drier now and she was less conscious of it. While waiting for the beanbags to make her way back to her for her next turn, Maddie saw her uncle drinking from a hose from the across the yard which reminded her of her own thirst. She took a sip of cola from her red plastic cup, and realized she needed to pee. Maddie gritted her teeth. She knew it was just a matter of time until she had to go again, but she was hoping she could’ve put it off longer. She certainly had a few more hours at the party left, and that wasn’t even counting the nearly two hours in the car until she was home again. She didn’t have many options, or any options at all, frankly. She thought back to her mother’s stern directions when her diaper punishment began. For the next month, your diaper is your bathroom. Anything you do in there, you do in here. Amy had even patted Maddie’s diaper to emphasize her point at the time. Maddie waited until she had an opportunity to play another turn of cornhole. Once she finished tossing her last bean bag, she decided to slowly but steadily begin re-filling her diaper. She spread her legs ever so slightly apart and began to release a trickle of urine. The liquid began to warm up the previously, dry and caked-on contents of her diaper. She felt gross, but there was no other option. Soon it felt no different or less wet and sludgy than when she had messed in the car a few hours prior. “Uhh, Maddie?” Josh said. “Yes, Josh?” Maddie turned to look at him. “Maddie are you wetting yourself?” He said with a chuckle. Hurriedly looking down, Maddie could drops of pee were falling from out under her dress. “No, I think-- Maybe that’s just my drink—I must’ve spilled something…” She stammered. She was still peeing as she spoke, and was so startled she began to pee faster. This caused her diaper to leak more, turning a few rogue droplets into a small stream. Josh laughed and said “Maybe you should clean yourself up a bit.” Maddie, mortified and soggy, silently began to waddle away from the cornhole board and towards the back of Ruth’s house. PART 4 Warm, summer nights were always some of Maddie’s favorite days of the year. There was nothing like kicking back with family and friends while watching fireflies flash throughout the night, and looking up at the stars. Tonight, however, was more of a nightmare for Maddie. It was nearly nine o’clock, and the sun had set. Some people had left, but Aunt Ruth’s party was still going on and wasn’t looking like it was going to slow down anytime soon. Maddie was trying to think. She hadn’t talked to her mother in a few hours so she couldn’t tell if she wanted to leave soon. Maddie needed to know because she had to go to the bathroom again, badly. After her leaking incident a few hours prior while playing cornhole, she knew she couldn’t afford to go into her thoroughly used diaper again. She knew she would regret this, but she would have to negotiate with her mother. Waddling through the living room of Aunt Ruth’s home, Maddie kept an eye out for Amy. She didn’t want to stop and talk to anyone else while inside, the close confines would trap the smell of her diaper more than they would outside, where she spent most of the day. Soon, Maddie spotted Amy talking to Ruth again in the kitchen, both of whom had a glass of white wine in their hands. Maddie took a deep breath and walked over. Ruth saw Maddie first out of the corner of her eye. “Well look who it is,” she teased slightly. “Are you having fun today I hope, Maddie?” Maddie cracked a smile and said, “Yes Ruth, I have been. I just wanted to ask my mom something real quick.” Amy looked over to Maddie, and almost sensing that she was about to hear something she wasn’t going to like, asked “What is it, Maddie?” “Mom,” she started, “I need to use the bathroom.” Amy sighed and gave her a patronizing glance. “Maddie, what did we talk about? You need to use your diaper for these things. Please, I don’t want to hear any more about this.” “Mom, you don’t understand,” Maddie held firm. “I’m leaking. I used this diaper a few hours ago and I leaked all over the lawn. It can’t hold up anymore.” Ruth cringed and Amy rubbed the bridge of her nose. “This is why I told you that you need to be more responsible, if you had just kept track of you diaper bag this wouldn’t even be an issue.” Maddie felt like she was losing the argument but she had to keep pushing. “I know, I’m sorry, but I really, really need to go and I can’t just leak everywhere.” She turned to Ruth with a pleading look. “Aunt Ruth, you don’t want me leaking all over do you? Can you please tell my mom to consider letting me use the bathroom?” Ruth, with pity in her voice, turned to Amy. “She does have a point, Amy. What is she supposed to do? It’s just one diaper, it can’t last forever.” Putting down her wine glass in frustration, Amy turned to Maddie. “Ok, Maddie, fine. You can use the bathroom this one time. Then it’s back to your diaper. Do you understand me?” This wasn’t as ideal of a solution as Maddie had had in mind, but she did really need to go. “Yes, sure, of course, Mom.” “Ruth, where is you guest room again? Is there a bathroom up there?” Amy asked. “Yes, up the stairs, down the hall to the left, there is a conjoined guest bedroom and bathroom.” Amy grabbed Maddie’s hand. “C’mon, let’s go.” She led her daughter out of the kitchen and up the stairs toward the back of the house. PART 5 “You’re really something, you know that Maddie? You’re eighteen years old now, and about to go to college. You need to stop making mistakes like this and take responsibility for yourself. No more forgetfulness, no more shrugging things off, no more fraud.” Amy sternly and tightly held Maddie’s wrist as she led her into the back bathroom. Maddie’s need to relieve herself was growing more urgent by the minute. Upon finding the room, Amy told Maddie “Stand right there by the foot of the bed, give me a second.” Maddie did as she was told. Amy riddled through a closet and eventually grabbed two towels, and laid them on top of each other on the bed. Looking back at her daughter, Amy pointed to the bed and said “Sit.” Doing as she was told, Maddie positioned herself in front of the bed and gingerly tried to sit down on the towels. Her mother noticed this and grabbed her shoulders, giving her a slight push. Maddie winced as her weight dropped on top of her poopy diaper. It had been hours since she last went in it but she still didn’t appreciate it mushing up against her. Amy grabbed the bottom of Maddie’s blue sundress and began to hike it up above the diaper. “So here is what’s going to happen,” she began. “I’m going to peel this diaper off of you, and you’re going to get up and use the toilet.” Amy pointed to the door next to the bed which lead to the conjoined bathroom. “You’re going to use the toilet, and then I’m going to tape you back up in this diaper. Are we clear?” Maddie didn’t like the sound of that. She was hoping her mother could give her a pass this once, and clean her up for the last few hours of the night and let her walk around without a diaper. “I have to put this diaper back on?” Maddie whimpered. “Don’t act surprised with me, young lady. What did you think was going to happen? You know full and well that you are required to spend a month in diapers, no exceptions. I’m only allowing you to use the toilet this one time as a courtesy to my sister, so her niece isn’t leaking all over her house.” Maddie let out a small groan and covered her face. “Ok! Please, just—I need to use the bathroom.” “Alright,” Amy said. She brought her hands to the tapes on Maddie’s diaper and slowly pulled apart each of the four tabs. Once undone, she pulled the front of Maddie’s diapers down and revealed the contents inside. “Ugh!” Amy exclaimed. “You really did a number in this diaper!” She pinched her nose and laughed slightly. “This is the worst one yet.” Maddie was completely coated in her own waste. From the back, to the front, and well between her legs, she was covered. The smell was nauseating and Maddie got up on her elbows to assess the damage. She took a momentarily look but quickly averted her eyes. She was well acquainted with the sensation of her dirty diaper throughout the day, but now couldn’t bring herself to look at it directly, especially if she was going to be hopping back in it in a few moments. Maddie shimmied forward off the bed and in the process dragged herself over the length of the messy diaper. She stood up, freed momentarily from her diaper. Amy, still pinching her nose, said “Go on and do whatever you need to do,” and pointed towards the bathroom. Maddie walked towards the bathroom and shut the door. PART 6 Maddie opened the door of the guest bathroom with a much clearer head. It was refreshing to use a toilet for first time in over a week, even if it was only a temporary relief. Looking back towards the bed in the guest room, Maddie saw her mother sitting dutifully next to her outstretched, soiled diaper on top of the two towels. “Alright, sweetheart. Time to get back in.” Amy patted the bed next to the filthy garment. Maddie’s eyes began to water. “Mom, please… I don’t want to wear that diaper anymore…” Amy replied firmly, anticipating this resistance, “Honey, you know the rules. If you don’t have your diaper bag, this is the only diaper available. Now don’t make me ask again.” Maddie took a step forward, but stopped. With a tear coming down her face, she protested “I won’t steal from your checkbook anymore! You’ve made your point! This is just, so, so gross… Can’t you just clean me up and take us home? Aren’t we leaving soon?” Raising her voice, Amy nearly shouted, “Madeline, you come over here right now and you lay down on this diaper! Do you hear me? So help me, if I hear one more complaint out of you, I’ll put this diaper on you and you won’t be changed until tomorrow, do you understand?” Maddie sniffled and nodded. She slowly walked towards her mother and positioned her back to the outspread diaper. “That’s a good girl. Now, sit down,” Amy gave a gentle push to Maddie like she did a few minutes prior when she was removing the diaper. Maddie felt the familiar mush on her butt again but was no longer surprised by the feeling. She leaned back on the bed and let her mother do her work. “There we go,” Amy said, pulling up the diaper between Maddie’s legs. She slowly taped each adhesive tab tightly across the front on the diaper, and Maddie was securely fastened in her dirty diaper once again. Maddie was quiet, and still sniffling. She knew better than to protest anymore. Amy helped pull her up off the bed by her hands and gave Maddie a kiss on the cheek. “It’s ok, honey. Let’s say goodbye and go home.” PART 7 The headlights on Amy’s car were the only movement breaking the still of the night as she pulled into her driveway. Putting the car into park, she looked into the rearview mirror and saw her daughter in the backseat fast asleep. It was a long drive home, and Maddie was quite exhausted from a very stressful day. Amy put the car in park and stepped out. Quietly, she opened the door to Maddie’s seat and tried her best to not wake her up. Still asleep, Amy lifted her daughter’s blue sundress and assessed her diaper. Poor thing… She mused to herself. Even with only her car’s dim overhead light, Amy could clearly make out the brown stain of the diaper’s padding between Maddie’s legs. Amy softly stroked some of her daughter’s hair behind her ear and whispered, “Maddie, time to wake up. We’re home now…” Maddie rustled out of her sleep and came to. She felt relieved she was able to sleep through the car ride. She mumbled and undid her seatbelt and began to get out of the car. As Maddie was climbing out of the car and heading towards the front door of their home, Amy opened the trunk of her car. She grabbed the strap of a gray and green utility bag, and tossed it over her shoulder. She closed the car trunk and began following her daughter inside. Maddie sleepily turned around to see what her mother was getting out of the trunk when her eyes went completely wide. “Mom! My diaper bag!” She gasped. “But—how? Was it in the trunk the whole time?” “Yes sweetheart, it was,” Amy said nonchalantly, walking past her dumbfounded daughter and towards the door. “So I could’ve gotten a change at any point today? But—Why didn’t you tell me?” Maddie’s exasperated voice rang throughout their front yard. “Well, honey,” Amy said, “like I said, you are responsible for your diaper bag, not me. If you don’t know where your diapers are, then what good are they to you? Missing diapers are about as helpful on the moon, as they are at home, or anywhere else you may lose them. If you were on top of your diaper bag, you would’ve realized they were in the car, or you would’ve looked for them before we left.” Maddie had no words as she stood in the driveway of her home in her soiled diaper. Amy walked towards her and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the front door, “Now come on, stinky pants. Let’s get you changed into your nighttime diapers. They should hold up at least through lunchtime tomorrow.”
  6. As you know I closed commissions some time ago and it may stay like that for a while beause there are a couple of comics that I want to finish before I get back to accepting them. However I keep getting mesages on ideas or being asked when I will open them again and I'm starting to feel bad admiting they are closed (and may also accidentally ghosted a few people which is not helping me feel better) so as to not disapoint everyone that is looking forward to new artwork I decided to do this new kind of thread. Basically, I have noticed that my usual method of drawing has become too slow and whenever I allow people to give me ideas they come faster than I can draw them. Because of this I am planning to go for a much less detailed style with which I can (hopefully) not only keep up but keep making progress on those comics I refered to earlier whithout getting bored of doing the same thing for months. Here are some of the things I have drawn so far with this style (this one is a bit long so you may have to open it in a new window to see it) One more thing I should mention is that I'm not going to be looking for requests/commissions that were made while they were closed or people that were asking when they would open because my memory sucks and I can only remember around 3 of them.
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    Hi, I hope I didn't break any rule, these shouldn't be reposts. I discovered these on some random sites, they look cute and have genuine desperation so I thought I'd share them. Number 2, 3 and 5 are desperation videos, with pee dancing, heavy breathing etc... and wettings towards the end. Number 6 is a jeans desperation video with a lot of pee dancing, leg crossing and a powerful wetting, she rewets her jeans towards the end of the video. Number 4 is imho the best of the bunch, she has a couple of drinks while sitting and holds it for 30 minutes, she's clearly uncomfortable (leg crossing, squatting, breathing heavy, etc...) but keeps holding till the end of the video, when she wets her jean shorts while squatting.
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  8. Yuudachi being too embarrassed to pee alone asks oi to pee with her. Good thing too since yuudachi was desperate.
  9. 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.
  10. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    Wetting her pants is nothing compared to the other terrifying things that could happen to her tonight. Better get a move on!

    © Resident Evil/BIOHAZARD

  11. Grace was visiting Emma at uni over Christmas as both their families had opted to go overseas for a hotter holiday. Emma couldn't due to uni deadlines in January so Grace had chosen to keep her company and work remotely over the Christmas period. The girls had a hugely productive day in the library and had returned to Emma's dorm room for the night. It was probably about 10:30ish by the time they stumbled through the door with all their stuff. They were shattered and opted to just head straight to bed. They both changed into their Pjs careful not to see one another, Emma was very shy about her body, Grace was definitely not but knew Emma would be uncomfortable if flesh was on show. It was cold so long PJ's were not a burden, Grace may have objected in the height of summer. Emma was wearing a loose, very baggy Mini Mouse top and long, baggy SpongeBob pj bottoms. Grace donned a slightly too small Pokémon t-shirt and long, Barbie pj bottoms. Commenting on how cute the other looked and tying back each others hair in turn. They brushed their teeth in the sink in the room and curled up into bed facing each other and drifted off to sleep. Grace awoke, what seemed like 5 minutes later, to thudding, banging shouting and maniacal laughing. Under the duvet she reached for Emma's hand and shuffled closer, scared of what was going on. Emma, also woken up by the commotion, gladly recieved her friend's hug. Emma looked scared at Grace and said "Fudge, I thought they'd gone home" Grace looked quizzical as Emma answered the unspoken question "these dickhead boys, every week they're drunk, drugged up and generally terrorise the building. They won't get through the door so we are safe but I hate it" Grace felt more at ease knowing what it was but Emma was on edge. Grace tried to distract Emma by talking about other topics chiefly her brother, who Emma has a crush on, and who liked Emma. The families had known each other forever, quite literally in Grace and Emma's case, so going out with Grace's brother on a date took guts, and was not a simple matter for Emma. Another ruckus outside and a bang on the door caused the girls to jump. Fortunately it was only someone hitting the door as the stumbled down the corridor. Grace dropped her head into the pillowed and sighed "Em, I really need to pee, but don't want to go out there" Emma felt the pressure of her own bladder too, was about to object unlocking the door, but Grace continued "could I use the sink?" Emma shock her head, puzzling Grace, as they'd gone in sinks before, saying "fraid not, it's really high and nothing around it to support on". Grace looked at the sink through the dark, it was oddly high and as Emma said very stand alone. Emma continued "think they did that to stop people using them for that." Eyeing around the room for other ideas, Grace noticed everything was fitted and fixed, even the bin was built into the desk. She was bursting now, said "Em, we either risk going out or it's kinda the bed" looking her friend urgently in the eye. Emma replied hesitantly, turning serious "Ace, there is another option but it's a secret so please don't tell" Grace felt some desperation give way to curiosity and watched as Emma threw back the covers, turn on her nightlight, squat down reaching under the bed. Evidently having retrieved what she wanted put her head over the bed, whispered "I've had this for years and your the only one who knows" there was a pleading, scared tone to her voice. She pulled out a pale yellow, bowl like seat, with a printed sticker of Whinny the Pooh characters on the front and placed it on the floor in the soft blue light that just illuminated the room. It took Grace a second to work out what Emma had produced and was sitting next to her on the floor. It then hit her, she gasped shuffled so they were face to face, Emma staring at her but Grace's eyes on the object "is that a child's potty?" she whisper shouted, continuing before an answer "you use it?" calming her whisper, now laced with a slightly impressed undertone. Emma just nodded, eyes still wide with fear of her friend's reaction. Grace now whispered softly and excited "that's brilliant. And adorable" finally catching Emma's eye and smiling. Emma visibly relaxed abit at the acceptance of her darkest secret but still feeling her heart pounding. Grace swings her legs over the side of the bed "got a hundred questions but I really gotta go, so how..." she stops clearly hit by a thought "assuming you're alright for me to use it?" she asks really hopefully. Emma was slightly taken aback by the question, why else would she have shown it, nods her head "yeah course" looking at Grace clearly puzzled. Grace continued "great, how do you sit on it?" studying it closely. Emma chuckled "it's bigger than you think but you sort of straddle it on your knees, when you're done, empty and rinse it in the sink" backing away from it slightly and gesturing with her hands, using herself as an example. "Ok" Grace stands up determined, dropping her bottoms to the floor. Emma relocates to on top of the bed, embarrassed about seeing her best friend naked form the waist down. Grace was very different to Emma, she seemed more open, fleshy and raw down there. There was also an odd tanned area around the openings, like it had been expertly sprayed, also tell tale stubble spots where Grace had removed her hair. Emma suddenly double blinked as if to stop herself looking at what she saw. Grace got on her knees as Emma showed and nestled herself around the pee guard, which now hid her private parts. Grace looked up at Emma as if to confirm the position, Emma smiled in response and nodded. Grace said "it's actually quite a good fit and oddly comfy" Emma just nodded and smiled, pleased her best friend was enjoying the experience. With the position being quite a natural one Grace had no trouble letting go and the room was filled with a trickling sound. She was abit nervous and held back from peeing full force. A calm descended as Grace peed, casually looking around, feeling an innocence and peace. It was oddly humbling being so low and peeing, looking up at everything as if you where small. Grace, wasn't particularly tall though, standing at 5'5", long ginger hair, she had some hips but not wide, her tummy was flat, not muscular but strong. Her eyes met Emma's who was diligently watching and the pair smiled at each other as the trickling stopped. Grace gave a big grin pulled her neck into her shoulders and giggled "I just went potty" causing them both to giggle. Emma replied with a beaming smile "empty it coz I gotta go potty too" indicating towards the sink with her head. Grace goes to move but sits back down "You got something to wipe with?" Emma gives a little snort at her forgetfulness, reaches under the bed and pulls out a pack of wet wipes "there ya go". Grace takes one out and wipes herself front to back with a satisfied flick. Scrunching the wipe in her hand picks up the potty, now with an amount of semi yellowish pee in, noting to herself she must be abit dehydrated. Emma spots that too and says "there's a glass by the sink if you want some water". Grace pours her pee down the sink, clocking the glass. Rinses out the potty and puts it back, throwing the wet wipe in the bin. Emma hops off the bed as Grace fills the glass with water. Drops her pj bottoms on top of Grace's, her top still protecting her modesty, kneels down and straddles the potty without any real thought. Grace had downed the glass and refilled it, plopping herself down on the bed, her voice broke the quiet and asked softly "Em, can I see?" motioning for her to lift her top. Emma looked up with pleading eyes, and gingerly wrapped her arms around her tummy. Grace smiled sweetly at her friend and sat on the floor facing her, legs crossed completely exposing herself. Emma looked away bashfully but Grace took her hands causing the their eyes to meet. Grace spoke gently but firmly "Em, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, you're beautiful and it's just us" noting the rukus outside had stopped "I'm not going to tease you, bully you or tell anyone. Just want you to be comfortable with your body" Emma had suffered at the hands of bullies, boys and girls, throughout their time at school, leaving Emma very shy and self conscious. Grace says "it's ok" and takes off her top, throwing it on top of their bottoms. Her C cup boobs wobbled slightly as she threw but quickly settled back into place, their curvature created a slight shadow amplifying them, her nipples soft but still a prominent dark pink on the surrounding milky white flesh. Grace slowly started lifting Emma's top, Emma gave way and removed it herself, untangling it from her brown shoulder length pony tail and throwing it on the pile of PJ's. Her boobs completely unmoved by the throw, they were firm A cup bumps, her nipples soft and pale, almost blending in without notice to her freckly skin. Her tummy was flat and strong like Grace's. She barely had any hips but her legs were very strong from years of running and hiking. Her private parts remained so, hiden behind the pee guard of the potty. Grace took Emma's hand and outstretched her arms "Em, you're gorgeous" letting out in a squeaky whisper "I mean it, hot diggerty girl" they both giggled. Emma pulled her arms back in and Grace returned to the top of the bed lying on her tummy. Emma blushing, whispered "thank you" looking down, causing Grace's gaze to follow a familiar trickling noise filled the silence. Emma sighed loudly with relief as Grace watched from the vantage point on the bed. Emma, still peeing, asks "you said you had questions?" Grace nodded enthusiasticly replying "Yes, so many. How long have you used this, what made you get it, do you use it all the time, any other secrets or habits?" Emma beckoned Grace to slow down replying "it's mine from when I was a toddler, no other secrets, this is as dark, and interesting, as I get" Emma chuckles at that realisation "the when will have to wait" pointing down indicating the trickling had stopped. Taking a wet wipe Emma wipes from front to back, folding it up putting it on the floor. Emma lifts her bum off the potty, exposing herself fully. She was formed into a perfectly curved mound, there wasn't a hint of any hair, the only break in the skin was the small, crack, between symmetrical, white, slightly plump, cheek like features. Grace's eyes were transfixed as Emma stood up, she whispered "Wow you're..." indicating between Emma's legs "it's amazing" Emma stopped, crossing her legs "please don't comment on my front bum" Grace apologised but smiled as she'd not heard it referred to that in forever but it described it perfectly "just one more, how d'you get so hairless?". Emma uncrossed her legs answering "oh I got it all Lasered off in year 10", Grace rocked her head understanding the answer. Emma picked up the potty, her pee was very yellow, but she'd gone alot more than Grace had. She tipped the contents into the sink and rinsed it out. She slid it under the bed, threw the wet wipe in the bin and hopped back into the bed. They through the covers back over them, Grace rolled to face Emma saying "so, when, how long have you been going potty?" Emma chuckled replying "ok, so when I moved and I got my loft room. A few weeks later I found it in the attic, in an unopened box. I hated going down those very creeky, lethal stairs, in the middle of the night to pee. So sort of hid it in the closet and started using it" she was blushing. Grace pressed on "so do you use it all the time or just nights?" Emma took a second, she was enjoying Grace's curiosity and it was calming just chatting and both of them naked, finally confirming "whenever I don't want to leave the room, yeah" Grace pauses to think if she wants to ask the next question but asks "you just pee in it?" Emma gasped thinking about the one time she pooped in it and had mushed her poop down the plug hole, wincing at the memory of the smell. She replied truthfully "once I pooped, it was pretty icky and the smell was foul" though suddenly she was up for trying it again. Emma leaned over and drank from a cup of juice she kept topped up on her nightstand. Suddenly there was shouting in the hallway outside, causing both girls to jump and huddle together under the covers. The shouting continued and both girls drifted off to sleep.
  12. 1,142 downloads

    I'm desperate and I start leaking and wetting my panties
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  13. From the album: [English] The Complete cocomachi/ここまち collection

    The naughty succubus loves eating girl's urge to pee. She torments this girl by making her urge to pee go away, but no the pee itself. Eventually she can't hold it and pees. Very good and hot comic.
  14. From the album: [English] The Complete cocomachi/ここまち collection

    The naughty succubus loves eating girl's urge to pee. She torments this girl by making her urge to pee go away, but no the pee itself. Eventually she can't hold it and pees. Very good and hot comic.
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