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  1. Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^
  2. WARNING: This thread will contain explicit references to messing (pooping). A thread on wetting dares recently (re)started by AudreyLovesPee has proved quite popular. It occurred to me that there are some dares that some of us might be interested in (me for example), but that it would be inappropriate put on that thread because they have to do with messing (even if possibly also with wetting). So as not to cause anyone offence, I'd like to suggest a similar but separate thread where actual or possible messing is an acceptable part of the fun. (I hope this doesn't violate any rules when done in this way!) So dare away! I will put a dare of my own below to start the ball rolling.
  3. It was morning in Metropolis where Lois sleeping in bed been awoken by being very warm. Lois felt that she was warm and got out of bed and opened the sheets and found she pissed in the bed. That was 6:02 AM and it was very hot in her apartment so she looked at the mirror and started taking off her pyjamas noticing her wet stain on her pad she took it off and took everything off. She stood in the mirror naked, she went back to bed and farted a bit. 8:11 AM her alarm clock went off, when she went to sit up to turn it off her ass felt like it squashed something, she got out of bed and pulled the sheets back on the same spot of her pee lay a big picece of shit on her bed. She did not have any tissue paper but there was downstairs but she has a glass window that everyone could see her pussy and boobs. So she used the most useful technique, she started playing with her pussy squeezing it, rubbing it, touching it and putting her pyjamas pants back on her pulling it heigher than the legs making her pussy uncomfortable. She then took off her pyjamas pants off and peed on the shit and raced to the bathroom to get some toilet paper but forgot that she wasn’t done peeing on the floor tiles. She got the piece of toilet paper and whipped the poo on the bed off she then put it in the toilet and flushed it down. She haves these recurring wet dream she has of she having sex with Clark Kent (Superman). She got dressed in black skirt, white shirt and light brown jacket and took her wet sheets to put in the washing machine. She then drove her car to The Daily Planet. She saw Clark dressed in a blue jacket, white shirt, blue pants and glasses. She was very attractive to him wanting him to marry her, today she work with him on a report about Superman Vs Lex’s invention, that happened yesterday. She asked for a lot coffee and she told Clark how’s her bladder after drinking one coffee. Clark said that you have no bladder issues, so she kept writing and drinking coffee she kept asking Clark. Halfway she had bladder problems up she couldn’t go pee because she needs to write to not just Clark, so she hold it in and they finished the report. They gave it to Perry White he wanted them do more, when they finish the second one they gave it to Perry and said another one. They did another one but Lois couldn’t stand it anymore she asked Clark pass over the recycling bin and Lois took out all the rubbish and took off her panties and skirt and started peeing in the bin. It was the best thing she can do rather than peeing her panties. they gave the report to Perry and he liked it as Lois sighed in relief. Lois and Clark left work and went to Lois’s appartment and she drank a lot of water and accidentally peed in Clark’s face, as she said sorry and he said it okey and kissed her she then unbuttoned and pulled his pants down and lay on the bed kissing. She then looked at him and showed him her panties as she asked him to pull it down exposing her sexy ass she got up and drank five glasses of water and tried to hold it in. She could feel her pain, she hold it in and started getting a half full bladder. She got a half full bladder and squirmed in her seat, she then kept holding in her urge to pee. She then kept holding it in and then she got a full bladder, as she then felt her first squirt of pee coming out and dampening the mat. Then she kept holding it in and released the second squirt of pee escaping coming from her hairy pussy making the mat wetter. Then she let it out her pee and peeing on the mat, as she felt the warm feeling of her pee and started to like holding in her pee but still didn’t like wetting herself in clothes, definitely not ten hundred thousand dollar clothing.
  4. PRELUDE The man let's out a long sigh after hearing the request the supposed god has laid before him. "So let me get this straight Mr. God sir. I died pitifully, so you feltbad enough about it to let me be reborn in a new world, and if I defeat the Demon Lord and save this world I can go back to my own world?" "That's exactly right, I'm so glad you listened closely. This world has been having a very peculiar problem the past 2 years since the demon lord took power." The self proclaimed god said, lifting his cup of tea to his mouth taking a long gulp. "You think I'm the right guy for this job. The guy who died a pitiful death in his own world?" "I do indeed. While I cannot directly interfere, I'm able to give you the power needed to destroy the Demon king when I reincarnate you, all you need to do is build up a strong party and the rest should be history!" The god exclaimed with delight. He had spent the last 2 years trying to find someone to fix this problem. After all, he was the one who sent this Demon lord to this world. "Well I guess it beats staying dead, I'll do it." The man said, rubbing his temples with his fingertips as it that would make this situation make any more sense than it does. "Fabulous! Aboslutely fabulous my dear boy. I expect great things from you my boy. This is your destiny." The god proclaimed with great delight. "Let's send you there right away, it shouldn't hurt at all. No promises tho." "I don't believe in destiny, I'm just doing this to kill some time." The man said, brushing his hair behind his ears as he starts fading away. "Oh and one more thing, the names Noel." The man, seconds away from being reborn into a new world. "Good luck Noel, you'll need it. After all, the demon lord has a pee fetish" the god says, just as the man disappears completely. *Hello all, this is a story I'll be working on for a while. This is just a little prelude of what's the come, the full chapter 1 will be out in a day or 2. And don't worry, this story will contain lots of omo. Until next time*
  5. Version 1.0.Blargh

    1,869 downloads

    I did say I would upload the other four games at some point so here they are. Only 3 and 4 are really worth playing in my opinion, but they're all here if you want them. I have no screenshots but apparently it requires some so have a squid. You can buy all these on dlsite, and I recommend supporting the guy, he makes cool stuff. Guide for 3: Courage Test.txt This one is a bit weirder: the actions you do before the listed ones are irrelevant, so long as you don't accidentally scare them a lesser amount and end the scene before you reach the point you want. These are also not the only routes, there are other possibilities. Guide for 4: Courage Test 4.txt

    Free

  6. Version 1.0.0

    The only reasons I can imagine it took me this long to adapt this jewel of a tale were the market value of poop comics and the fact that I had this story in its own file labeled as "one of the best stories ever". Even today it still holds that title true because this hits all the marks of a good desperation story with one of the most humiliating public accidents ever and an elaborate cleanup to close it all out. So around the same time Stephanie was sharing her accident history, another girl around the same age named Amanda V began conversing with her and sharing her own incidents. Amanda stubbornly puts off her need to poop and will only relieve herself that way in the comfort of her own home. She thinks she can hold out a little longer while at her cousin's, but then she has to take the toddler to the park and skips her last chance for a bathroom break even though she can't even remember her last bowel movement. Now as Amanda's cousin takes her time enjoying the playground, she can only hope the cramps pass like they usually do and her sphincter can hold her load in long enough. But the cramps only get worse, and when nature finally makes its inevitable call, she's still going to need to watch her cousin all the way back home. I think the title gives away that this is a messing comic. There is wetting too and although it's brief I would encourage any fan of desperation or embarrassment to check this one out, or at least read the original story (keep in mind I aged Amanda up for her comic counterpart). Her detailed account fills 25 pages and also features a response from ToiletStool star Stephanie that will be followed up in a later comic - I tried to include it in here since it's mostly just more cleanup. That epilogue will either be a free issue or included as an update to this comic, meaning if you buy this one now you'll have access to the epilogue comic later no matter what. Even without that postscript this is a longer than usual comic I squeezed in so since it ended up being a little late as a result, for this week only as my Valentine's gift to the forum "Really Big Poo" will be on sale for the really low price of $4. After that the price will rise to $5 but even then you'll be getting 5 pages for every dollar you spend, so whether or not you jump on the bargain or not I strongly recommend this one to anyone who's enjoyed my previous releases. As usual all 25 pages are in two different sizes for your viewing pleasure. One final note that while there is a minor-aged supporting character in this story, she is merely a foil to the plot and only acts as an innocent witness - nothing fetish related happens involving her or any other drawings of children. Clearing that I hope you guys check this latest comic out and as always thank you so much for supporting my work. The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2027

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  7. With the turn of the new year I figured it was time to start working on writing again. I haven't actually finished a single piece of work in quite a while (over a year) and now that interactive stories are taking off I wanted to try my own hand at one. This story takes place in my own universe, a land where magic is rare and dark forces stalk the world. Players will be taking control of Franziska Audenveil, an adventurer who has traveled to the eastern country of Serkaine hoping to free the island of Oldengrad from a mysterious and deadly curse. To get us started, there are three backgrounds available for Franziska that will help shape her history and abilities, as well as how she is perceived in the world. So let's begin! And I apologize in advance if my writing seems a bit underwhelming...like I said: it's been a long while since I did this. I would also like to thank a few people from this site who have encouraged me to take the plunge and try putting my writings and world back out there. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Backgrounds Select a background for Franziska. Her chosen background will shape her history and abilities in combat Travelling Healer You were in Orientia during the great plague. You stood at the grand hospital of Vetalli as sickness ran rampant through the city, all the while risking your own life to ensure the lives of others. You are no stranger to disease or disaster. Your knowledge of healing magic and alchemy were not learned in the confines of a fancy academy. They were learned first-hand through methods that make even the toughest men shudder. Now, you wander the free lands, putting your years of medical knowledge to good use, aiding the sick and the poor. Abilities Healing Surge: You call upon the divine of Mercy to cure an ally of injuries, ailments, or stress. Inflict Illness: You manipulate your own magic, inflicting the symptoms of a deadly disease upon an enemy. Medicine Kit: Using a combination of ingredients and magical energy, you can create healing potions, salves, or tonics. Experienced Healer: Your years of training in medicine and psychology allow you to diagnose illnesses or mental issues and cure minor injuries such as a cut or scrape without proper supplies. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Monster Hunter You have hunted the undead, rogue spirits and even demons. You are a force to be reckoned with, combining a deadly duo of melee and magic. Your childhood was spent under the banner of the Selkava, the monster hunters of the east. Countless hours spent out in the freezing cold as you hoped to hone your swordsmanship, as well as mastering powerful blood magic. You departed the Selkava on the eve of your twelfth year of birth, heading out into the unknown lands, seeking out new evils and challenges. Abilities Blood barrier: You call upon your blood magic, sacrificing your own life force to create a magical barrier to protect yourself and your allies. Blood chain: You call upon your blood magic, using your own blood and magic to form a magical chain that pulls in enemies. Demon Gaze: You call upon your blood magic, seeking out the presence of any being that possesses blood magic. Monster Specialist: You can identify most types of demons, aberrations or horrors and the means to deal with them. You can also craft special bombs and potions to aid in combat. In addition your experience with dark forces makes you more resistant to stress or mental breakdowns. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Uncharted Witch You have studied the outer realms, learning their powers and secrets for your own gain. You spent your early years on the run, a rogue mage hunted relentlessly by the Magic Arcanum. Your family refused to be bound to their rules, taking refuge with a group of mages known as the uncharted. It was with these mages that you studied the outer realms and trained yourself in forbidden magic, learning to manipulate the elements, the minds of your foes, and even the world around you. Now you wander the world as a drifter, seeking out more forbidden magic. Ethereal Walk: You warp the world around you, allowing you or an ally to walk outside of your plane and become invincible for a short time. Elemental Rune: You call upon the elements, summoning a fire/water/wind/earth rune near you. The rune will explode when something steps over it or can be detonated by it’s caster. Control Creature: You summon your spirit into a nearby creature, dominating it’s mind and taking control of it. This ability will not work on strong creatures and exposure to dark magic or corruption puts you at risk of mental issues. Magical Font: Your knowledge and connection to the arcane realms allows you to cast an additional ability once. You are also capable of wielding a fireball/ice blast/wind strike/earth smash in your off-hand
  8. WARNING: THIS CONTAINS MESSING AND PANTY POOP. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE THIS KIND OF THING!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! So here is the largely requested poop desperation content. Some of it is less desperation and more panty poop but hope you all enjoy it. So a lot of it can be found on tumblr. I try to post that kind of content on my tumblr which is poopypantsaudrey. Another great source for poop desperation on tumblr is Katannauk. She posts great pictures and stories of poop desperation. https://katannauk.tumblr.com/ There is a lot of great poop content on xpee's panty poop section. http://www.xpee.com//videos/category/25/panty-poop But if you dont want to sort through all of that her are a couple good ones http://www.xpee.com/video/24528/panty-poop-desperation http://www.xpee.com/video/1460/desperate-girl-pooping-in-her-own-panties http://www.xpee.com/video/20821/desperate-wife-has-to-poop-in-pantyhose Also here is a story i stumbled upon. maybe you would enjoy it. https://www.wattpad.com/161305044-sasha's-desperation-the-rush/page/2 As i find more content i will post it. There may be content on xvideos or pornhun but im not sure. Please feel free to post more content in the comments. Thanks guys. -Audrey
  9. Greetings, once more! And welcome to the third iteration of Faust's interactive Stories! Faust felt it would be best to dive back into this kind of thing with a renewed vigor, and some balance from things he's learned from the previous two interactives...As they were both quite experimental. As such, welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories 3! Promising more adventures, more lewdities, and more stories! Rules, and mild changes coming up shortly.... ================================================================================================================================================== [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (For those looking for lewdity, in a scholastic setting. Days in this world will follow a brief morning (Depending on the character), Followed by Schooltimes. [In several segments], and end a short bit after returning from school.) Family Featurettes: (Will usually involve home life with a selected character's family, and occasionally a small vacation! Certain characters will get more out of this than others. Tend to have an average Morning, an average day, and an average night. (Subject to Vacationing)) Faust's Holiday Fun: (As expected, these days are selected to celebrate a holiday with specified characters. Christmas Parties, Thanksgiving Dinners, and the like. A mixture of lewdity, and casual home life. Tend to have a segment last longer than the others, depending on the Holiday) Magic Academy's Pleasure District: (A setting inside of the Magical Academy story, for those who wish to be adventurous with some lewdity! Details may or may not carry over to the actual Magic Academy Interactive. Have an average day segment, and a lengthy night segment, with a nearly-non-existent morning) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters! An early morning optional, but a Hefty daytime segment, with a very brief night) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to pick out a world. May be old, or new, times vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable for future segments.) Faust's Town Adventures: (A segment with an average time all around, with the selected individuals, going around town doing various normal things. Meant for enjoying things on a day off from the Scholastic system.) Private Bedroom: (For that special vulgar scene with characters of your choosing. Very restrictive.....Must have 5 Hearts of affection to invite someone here.) AuthorFaust's Fateful One-Shots: (For when you just want to request a special scene. If enough votes pick it up, it'll be written... Or if the Author likes it enough. Running times Vary considerably.) ???: (Locked!! Do 2 runs as Faust to unlock) ???: (Locked!! Do A run as a Magical Academy Student to unlock) Movie Adventures: (Go to the Movies with a character of your choice! Drinks and popcorn are provided! Watch a scene picked out by either the Commenters, or Author, and wait for the magic to happen. Runtimes of movies will vary, but usually put your companion in Dire need.) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] [A seemingly average boy with short forest green hair, and an unimpressive build.. Faust is the Familiar figure of the stories, and constant target of various happenstances. One with a healthy taste for the lewd, but kind enough to help out others when he can. If he could get out from under Saril's Thumb, he might...] (Able to be used in any plot except Magic Academy Pleasure District) Yuno Gasai: [Female] [The shapely, twintailed pinkette, with a cutesy manner of speaking, and a distressing past...Everyone knows who Yuno is, and it seems a wide variety of people have their eyes on her. However, her eyes are only on.....] (Will rarely involve herself in lewdity with anyone but Faust. Stories with her may center more around Faust (Or Fauxst) more than others. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure District.) Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] [A girl with a modest figure, and long green hair in a ponytail. With an overwhelmingly embarrassing family, and a stern attitude, one would be forgiven for seeing her as cold. However, beneath her stern exterior hides a girl with a firm penchant for holding...] (A bit harder to coerce into inciting lewdity in....But, far more likely to remain focused when at high bladder amounts. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure district.) Eoria Karakuri: [Female] [A girl with long silver hair, a modest figure, and a nearly unquenchable lust for science.....and a barely concealed naughty side. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and always working on something new...) (Runs with Eoria may contain an experimental item to utilize. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district.) Saiga Giriko: [Female] [A girl with crimson hair, a sizable figure, and an apt hand for mechanics. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and a self-proclaimed domme, Saiga is one of the few not into the idea of wetting herself, and is much less....open with her lusts than some others... (Lust fills slower as Saiga. Does not enjoy wetting herself. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district. Can temporarily modify O.M.O.R.A. in her runs.) Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] [A petite girl with orange hair, tied into ear-like twintails, and a taste for the lewd. What she lacks in curves, she more than makes up for in enthusiasm. (Cannot be used for Magic Academy's Pleasure District. Can carry 3 items in a run, instead of 2. Is also more proficient in using items, leading to a smaller cooldown...) Juuni Neptunia: [Female] [A petite girl with short purple hair, and a usually perky-nature... Who tends to run her mouth a bit more than she would like. Most certainly does not enjoy the affections of her 'Brother' <Actually Cousin> Faustus in an impure manner. Tends to overdo it sometimes.....] (Cannot be used in the Magic Academy's Pleasure district. Bladder meter fills a bit faster as Juuni..) Arthoria Faustus: [Male] [5th Ranked at the Magical Academy, and assistant to Saril's Special Show: Hold it! Omo-Idol. Runs the Black-Light District of Magical Academy. Probably needs a drink.] (Cannot be used for Another Note. May come with a variety of 'Spells.' May uncover new Magic Academy Characters to command...) Yonyu Bengane: [Female] (102nd ranked at Magic Academy, and the unofficial Librarian. A modest figure, concealed by many different garments, and a pair of glasses hide her true intentions, whatever they might be. And yet, something about her seems.... Ayano: [Female] (100th Ranked at Magic Academy, and the most prominent of the Black-Light students. Has a bit of a...dangerous disposition about her, and a venomous side underneath an innocent schoolgirl Facade...) (Does not play nice with other girls. Options may be a bit crueler than expected, with some exceptions. Cannot be used for Family Featurettes...) Lyna Hikari: [Female] (A shapely girl with silver hair, who's spent most of her life in a church dedicated to complete chastity and purity......And was transferred to a normal school by a certain Supernatural Hunter's efforts. Very inexperienced, and innocent, but eager to make new friends...) [Cannot be used in Magical Academy Pleasure District. More sensitive to lust than others...] ???: [More to be unlocked] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (These are mostly the same.....with a few, minor changes...) Plot: Now almost Strictly for story purposes. Lewdity is to an absolute minimum, and stories with this will contain very little naughty fun. (Stories may be shorter than actual plotlines) Lewd: A nice baseline for stories, with a smidgen of lewdity, but rarely things too inappropriate. Accidents are more likely, while aftermath can usually be dealt with off-screen.... And the lightest of touching, while still keeping to plots. Naughty: A bit lewder than lewd, this rating incites more accidents, and some more intimate scenarioes...without going into complete, full-on smut. One can expect a bit more skinship, but no actual, on-screen intercourse...... Though, one may still have lewd, naughty releases... Vulgar: A vulgar setting, where touching, wetting, and other vulgar activities are rather mundane, and expected. One can properly perform vulgar acts in this plotline, without fade-outs, or other censors. Adult Fantasy: A plotline more akin to a smutty film. Contrived coincidences to maximize the amount of Vulgarity are commonplace, and the more absurd sort of situations may occur, leading to maximum Vulgarity... ================================================================================================================================================= Items: (This subject remains similar, with characters allowed to utilize 2 items per story. (Except when otherwise indicated.), and may have Rating restrictions. Items cooldowns may vary...) [Item List!] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A naughty magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] (2 Story Cooldown) Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] (1 Story Cooldown) Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish individuals needy for Lewd release. [Naughty or Higher] [3 Story Cooldown] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher Rating required.] (3 story Cooldown] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher rating.] [2 Story Cooldown] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse [3 Story Cooldown] Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. [Naughty or Higher. 4 Story Cooldown.] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. [Lewd or Higher. 2 Story Cooldown.] Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one. [2 Story Cooldown.] Bottle of [Water]: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something. [No Cooldown. May sometimes incite random effects.] "Toy": A toy meant to incite lust in an individual, but certainly not appropriate for children.. [Naughty or Higher] (3 Story Cooldown.) Author's Helping Hand: May be used when a Decision is brought up once per story, to get a guide of what effects a decision may have. [5 Story Cooldown] Paradoxical Blessing: A blessing that will Randomize all of your conditions! Results may vary. Overuse may lead to accidental summoning...[6 Story cooldown] [Others to Come] =============================================================================================================================================== Affections Meters: (This is a Segment to determine a character's Affection for one of the male leads! Higher Affections may lead to certain scenes easier. For the sake of comfort, only 3 heart and above will be listed..] Faustus Necromonium: 4 Hearts: Yuno Gasai, Youmu Konpaku, Lillica Plumb 3 Hearts: Flandmir Treepes, Juuni Neptunia Arthoria Faustus: 4 Hearts: ???, ??? 3 Hearts: Ayano, Yonyu Bengane ???: ??? ================================================================================================================================================= [Achievements!] (Due to Popular Demand, This feature will be returning from the first interactive. However, they are mostly cosmetic this time, save for a few certain ones... [KA-CHING] (Hat Trick): Have Faust's Interactives Reach it's 3rd Iteration. [Future Achievements:] [Naming Scheme]: ??? [The Obvious]: ??? [I wanna go on an Adventure!]: ??? [What could possibly go Wrong?]: ??? [Oh.]: ??? [Prepared!]: ??? [I need a freaking Drink]: ??? [They DO Exist!]: ??? [I Get that Reference!]: ??? [Holy...!]: ??? [Futility]: ??? 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However, those who made requests will likely still see their stories written. Particularly Blooper's, which will be part of a different thread entirely... Q: Why is [World Listed] Not an available Option? A: As before, Faust has decided to revamp a little, and will add worlds as they are discovered, or unlocked. If things progress well, or too long without something that people request, Faust may put up some unlock conditions for them to fill out. Q: Are our plots from before Un-done? Do we have to re-do things? A: As before, most things are the same as before. Your ranks with certain girls has not changed, and most things are the same.... With a few select changes, and things that would incite an achievement if you point them out... Q: Is there going to be a Bounty Board This time? A: Perhaps. But for now, let's just get our feet wet in the story, and see from there. Q: Can we unlock more playable characters? A: Yes, you can. 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  10. Preschool/Daycare Accidents

    Now, accidents, I'm sure most of us had them when we were younger. For this, I'm focusing on the ages, between say, 3 and 7. I want you guys to try and recall memories, no matter how vague. While the majority of stories will be wetting accidents, poop accidents are allowed. Since I started the thread, its only fair I start it off. Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice. On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line. It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush. I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather. I shall share more stories at a later date, in the mean time, why don't you guys share yours?
  11. I really want to thank Blizzard for providing us with so many wonderful waifus to abuse. Oh, and for anyone who didn't see my status update: continuations to the WoW story and for Journey to Arnwick are coming, and soon. Anyway, hope you enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Five figures sat around a table, a glowing hologram hovering in the air before them. Sombra recognized the building; it was a very large facility built out of Dorado. She’d been there. Now, Talon was ordering her back. “You know, I still have access to their entire database,” Sombra chimed in, eyeing Reyes (or Reaper, as he was known now) through the hologram. “You don’t have access to what we need,” Reaper replied, voice tinged with annoyance, “The data is-” “Not kept unsecured,” Moira interrupted, earning her irritated looks from both Sombra and Reaper, but she didn’t drop her smug smile. Tapping a few buttons on her end of the table, the hologram shifted to images of various documents, “This is highly sensitive corporate information- capable of building or breaking economies, they keep it on a separate, secure network,”. “Might I inquire as to what we intend to do with this information?” Widowmaker asked, her interest superficial at best. “That’s classified,” Moira answered, her smug grin widening. Sombra thought that Moira must have been hoping someone would ask, just so she could say that. She rolled her eyes at the Irish woman’s shenanigans. “It’s for a special project,” Reaper explained, “One being pursued by Doctor O’Deorain, here,” he gestured to Moira. He was getting tired of explaining. “You do know we’re not grunts, right?” Sombra asked, shooting very pointed looks at Reaper and Moira, “We’re all members of the same inner circle, so I don’t see why you can’t tell us anything,”. Reaper sighed, then said “Because-” “Because you won’t understand,” Moira interrupted. That struck a nerve for Sombra, who leaned forward with her arms on the table, glaring at Moira, who just smugly smiled. Before the argument could proceed any further, however, a deep voice cleared its throat from the far end of the table. Sombra shrank back in her chair. Moira’s expression simply turned to blank disinterest, but she did keep quiet. There was an unspoken, yet very real rule among Talon: when Doomfist speaks, you listen. “The nature of this project is very sensitive, and we cannot risk anyone learning of it who shouldn’t. So information is on a strictly need-to-know basis,”. Akande, or Doomfist was he was much more well known, spoke with finality, clearly not wanting any further dissent. “Furthermore,” Doomfist continued, “The facility is on high alert, and security is too strong for us to break through,” he looked over Sombra, Widowmaker, and Moira, “That is why you three will be undertaking this mission. Reyes and I would alert the entire city,”. Sombra sighed deeply. They were right, of course, those two couldn’t do anything quietly, so it was certain to fall to them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sombra stood alone in a room full of her equipment. As she loaded numerous magazines and prepared several teleporters for the mission ahead, she jumped slightly as strange sound, like a harsh wind, broke the silence. She knew the sound was none other than Moira, abusing her ability to teleport. “What?” Sombra asked impatiently. “So hostile,” Moira put her hands behind her back, standing in her favorite authoritarian pose, “I was just ensuring you were prepared for the mission ahead, Sombra,”. “I am, Moira,” “So you say, but I don’t believe I see any diapers among your inventory,” Sombra paused as she finished preparing her SMG; she made of show of inserting a fresh magazine into while looking at Moira out of the corner of her eye. “Forgive me, but after looking through your records...” Moira placed a hand on her chin while looking at the ceiling, recalling, “You and Widowmaker were both frightened into both wetting and soiling yourselves in your two most recent outings. Prior to this, I have numerous records of you leaking any amount from droplets to completely making a mess of yourself in nearly every engagement you’ve been in. Hardly fitting for a master of stealth, wouldn’t you say?” “If you think you’ve got dirt on me, you should see what I’ve got on you...” Sombra warned. “You misunderstand me, Sombra,” Moira placed a hand on her chest, to emphasize her honesty, “Consider this a sort of olive branch. I’ve developed a treatment that should eliminate any and all manner of stress and fear incontinence,”. Moira had a look in her eye, one Sombra recognized as excitement. Getting to test these formulas was fun for her. “Did you give this “treatment” to Widow, too?” Sombra asked, skeptically. “Certainly not! She already has 200 things wrong with her body, and I’m not about to throw another ingredient into that time bomb,”. “Well, thanks but no thanks. I’ll try it after you’ve had a few other guinea pigs,”. “Understandable,” Moira said simply, “Make sure you’re prepared, we leave in an hour,”. In a quick flash of purple fog, Moira was gone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dorado was peacefully quiet as Mei walked through a town square, where the remnants of a festival were strewn about. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and, along with the colorful lights and decorations, cast everything into an ethereal glow. Mei was quite happy to be here, quite calmed by the beautiful sights this place had to offer. It was almost enough to distract her from her desperate need to use the restroom. Her control had been improving substantially, enough that she didn’t even need to wear any manner of protection most of the time. She’d even been able to avoid having accidents on most of the missions she set out on. Most. She hoped this would number among her dry ones. All they had to do was wait around for some information to be offloaded from a computer, and Mei hadn’t seen any sign of any interference, so this was mostly just a test of everyone’s patience. And bladder control, she realized, as she pressed her hands into her groin. A worried look crossed her face, as she walked through the streets, hunting for a bathroom. She was totally alone, and no one would judge her, or even know, if she were to relieve herself… pretty much anywhere out here. Since the inhabitant of Dorado seemingly had no need for bathrooms, she might have to. Blushing slightly as she prepared to drop her pants, she jumped a little as she heard a sound like a strong wind. Fumbling for her cryo gun, she felt her light blue panties warm up slightly at the crotch. She heard that strange sound again, this time from behind her. As she whirled about, she saw a woman of colossal stature standing before her. As she raised her cryo gun, the woman quickly gripped it in her right hand, creating a purple cloud around the weapon. Mei dropped it as she felt her only means of defense disintegrate under the woman’s touch. Shaking slightly, Mei began to back away from the tall woman, who now stood with her hands behind her back, and a smug, condescending look on her face. Mei gasped sharply and looked down at her legs as she felt the dam burst. Hot urine spilled down her large thighs, the stain rapidly spreading around her groin, reaching up the creases where those thighs met her pelvis. The fabric of her blue pants turned dark blue as the pee flowed down her legs, right into her boots. She took another step back, and felt (and heard) the squish of her now urine-filled boots. She could even feel some of the cooling warmth reach up to her butt. Mei teared up as her dry streak was ruined. “I’ll never fully understand why they hired an incontinent climatologist to partake in combat operations,” the woman mused. “Who are you? Why are you here?” Mei demanded, just barely managing to keep her voice from cracking. “That’s classified, and that’s classified,” The woman took a step forward, extending her hand, which was cloaked in that purple fog, “And, on that note, I really shouldn’t leave any witnesses,” As she reached out towards her with her disintegrating hand, Mei closed her eyes, and noticed that her bottom was no longer being hugged by her wet panties. She’d hardly even felt herself start voiding her bowels, but now a considerable log had tented out her pants and panties quite a bit. She wanted so badly to run, but her legs could hardly move. Just as soon as she regained control of her body, the tall woman’s hand reached her, but she did not evaporate. The woman had only placed her hand on Mei’s shoulder, disintegrating cloud nowhere to be seen. “So perhaps you should leave this place, little scientist,” The woman had a strange expression, one Mei almost thought resembled one of camaraderie, “My companions will not be as forgiving as I am,”. “W-why are you letting me go?” Mei asked, hoping that the offer was genuine. “I am here in the pursuit of science. If I murder another woman of science, I won’t truly be helping the cause very much,”. Ah. Mei was being spared due to her role as a scientist. “Attempt to interfere, however, and I suspect climatology may lose one of its favorite researchers,”. With those words, the woman vanished into a cloud of smoke. Mei’s heart was racing, and her legs were shaking underneath her. Placing a hand on her chest and breathing heavily, she sat down on a nearby chair, hardly giving a thought to the squishy mess that spread across her butt as she did so. She was terrified, uncertain who that woman was, or what companions she had brought with her, but she knew that she had to warn the others. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zarya paced around slowly. For the last few hours, she’d been patrolling the streets outside the facility, and she’d scarcely seen even any bugs, much less intruders. She was bored. Extremely bored. She knew she really shouldn’t hope something bad happened, but at that point, she’d have welcomed any sort of excitement. As she continued her route through the moonlit streets, a mechanical, beeping sound filled the quiet air. She smirked at the promise of a little action, and hoisted up her massive weapon. Sure enough, as walked towards the source of the noise, footsteps were audible. They certainly weren’t Mei’s, which meant whoever it was was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Another sound, one she knew well, made her eyes widen. She heard what she knew to be Sombra’s teleporter directly behind her. Activating her suit’s special ability, she preemptively projected a shield around herself. And none too soon, as a flurry of bullets slammed into it. The Talon hacker was there when she turned around, with a smirk that quickly dissolved as she realized her prey wasn’t dead. Using the energy her shield had absorbed, Zarya opened fire with her weapon, the huge beam impacting Sombra’s shoulder as the hacker dove to the side. More techno noises, which Zarya knew meant Sombra was now invisible, and slinking around somewhere close by. Everything was silent, and she could feel her heart beating in her ears. Those computerized sounds were heard once more, but Zarya was caught off-guard as the noises came from above her. Wasting no time, she once again activated her shield, and lifted her beam cannon up to fire, when Sombra unleashed a massive energy pulse. The bubble shield around Zarya was destroyed instantly, as was the personal shield projected by her suit. As she continually tried to reactivate her barrier, her suit simply couldn’t. She was totally vulnerable. And Sombra knew it. Aiming for Zarya’s center of mass, Sombra opened fire, several bullets crashing into the muscular woman’s armor. Thanks to said armor, none of them actually embedded themselves in her body, but hell if it didn’t hurt like they had. As she stumbled backwards, perhaps it was the impact of the bullets, perhaps it the fear, perhaps both, but Zarya’s large bowels voided themselves. With a very low pblrpblrpblrpblrpblr followed by a very wet skrltch, her mess slid into her panties. It was solid at first, but quickly turned soft. A ball of mess the size of an apple rested between her buttcheeks. As her abdomen ached from the damage it had sustained, Zarya put her hands over it, clutching it in pain. A few quiet seconds after she soiled herself, another, much louder SQUELCH accompanied even more mess as it rushed into her panties. Even softer than the first load, the new mess quickly spread out, filling up her panties and stretching them out. Sombra was loving the display before her, “What, you’re not gonna wet your pants, too?” she said with a chuckle. “Looking for someone to share your pain?” Zarya replied. Even outside of Talon, Sombra’s tendency for accidents was known. Her mirth vanished, and Sombra prepared her SMG. As she took a step towards Zarya, something that resembled a metal disk suddenly bounced off the wall next to her, clearly surprising both women. As they looked at it, it began to float into the air, and both realized what it was. It was Mei’s little ice-generating robot, Snowball. Zarya continued to look on in surprise, and Sombra in fear. Everyone knew to flee from Mei’s little robot. With its cute little eyes, it winked to Zarya, then began to unleash a furious blizzard upon Sombra, who yelped in fear and turned to run. As her running speed slowed and slowed, she threw out one of her teleporter beacons, and vanished from sight. Looking down the path the spy had fled, Zarya chuckled as she noticed small puddle of pee on the ground, as well as numerous smaller drops here and there. Sombra’s extensive record of pissing herself continued. Of course, she was hardly in a position to judge. Her pants and panties were sagging badly under the immense weight of her mess. She placed her hand on her rear, feeling the massive lump there. Given how soft it was, the mess quishes under her hand, even with hardly any force. Snowball began beeping at her, getting her attention. It seemed to want her to follow it. As she chased after the little robot, it led her to Mei, who was nervously pacing back and forth. She looked up at Zarya, and her expression changed to pure relief. “Zarya!” She cried, “You’re okay!” “Thanks to your little robot,” She said. As Zarya looked Mei over, she noticed Mei’s soaked pants, and another smell in the air, aside from her own mess, “Are you okay?” she asked, eyeing Mei’s obvious accidents. Mei looked down and flushed with embarrassment, nervously placing her hands over her groin, “Some woman attacked me, I’d never seen her before,” Mei sniffed the air, and scrunched her nose, “What about you?”. “Sombra,” She said simply. “I got hit in the gut, and, well...” She turned to the side, permitting Mei a view of the colossal bulge on her butt. Zarya hardly felt any shame in her accident; certainly none in Mei knowing about it. If there was one person she could count on to not judge, it was Mei. “We need to warn the others!” Mei said, mercifully changing the topic. “Agreed, let’s go,”. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pharah flew low, just outside the facility she was to protect. She’d heard gunfire only a few moments ago. No one had reported any intruders, and there were no other signs of a problem, but Pharah wasn’t about to gamble the safety of her objective. She landed on a rooftop, and crouched. With her keen vision, she inspected the town around her. Everything looked clear. That is, until her eyes settled on a purple object in the distance. Pharah looked closely, and it was nearly too late by the time she noticed. A high-powered sniper bullet raced towards her head, and it was only her quick realization that kept it from finding its target. She pulled away quickly, feeling her head jerk a little as the bullet grazed her helmet. Diving back, behind a concrete wall on the building’s roof, Pharah was panting heavily as her life flashed before her eyes. She lifted her hands up, and felt around her helmet for damage. Where the bullet had met the metal, there was now a deep cut in the metal. Had she been another inch forward… As the adrenaline faded, and sensation returned to her body, Pharah noticed that her crotch was wet. Groaning in annoyance, she spread and closed her legs repeatedly, trying to gauge the extent of her accident through her armor. Her womanhood was cold and clammy, now, but that felt like the extent of it. She must have only lost a little when Widowmaker shot at her. She hoped it hadn’t been enough to stain the uniform pants she wore under her armor, and that only her boxer briefs were wet. Once that was out of the way, Pharah started to think up a plan. Widowmaker was an expert sniper, and at such a range, she was sure to hit Pharah before Pharah could hit her. After a moment, she came up with a plan. It was a risky plan, but it just might work. She readied her jump jets and her rocket launcher, steadied her breathing, then launched into the air. She knew Widowmaker would be taking aim immediately, so she wasted no time in unleashing a barrage of missiles at the sniper’s perch. Even from here, she could see Widowmaker lower her rifle, and use her grappling hook to swing to safety. Pharah released the breath she’d been holding as her plan paid off. Widowmaker had been driven off, allowing her time to return to the facility. As Pharah descended, she realized that the fear that had surged through had caused her to empty what was left in her bladder. She blushed furiously as she urinated on herself, flooding her boxer briefs and drenching her pants. She could feel the hot wetness seeping down her well-toned thighs. Most of her pee was either contained by her armor or absorbed by her pants, but several drops managed to escape through the gaps in her armor, falling to the ground below. Pharah thanked the heavens that you couldn’t see her accident through her armor. There were more important things to think about than her soggy pants, though. She’d only bought herself time to escape from Widowmaker. Her allies would need help reinforcing the facility. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tracer sat on the ground, talking with Orisa. The massive robot seemed intimidating at first, but after only a couple moments of talking, it was clear that Orisa was just a big teddy bear. A highly-armed, titanium teddy bear, sure, but a teddy bear nonetheless. Supposedly, the door containing some top-secret information sat just behind them. Tracer didn’t know whether or not that was true, of course, since the door was locked. And reinforced. And had a keypad with a 20-number-long code sequence. And was huge enough that even Orisa, the disaster relief robot, couldn’t lift it. Tracer wondered if it was bad that she made the robot try to break into the chamber. Their conversation was interrupted as a sweaty, frantic Pharah burst into the room, startling Tracer so much she fell backwards from her sitting position. “Fareeha!” Tracer shouted in surprise, “What’sa matter?” “Talon is here,” Pharah removed her helmet, and gestured to the damaged portion, “Widowmaker almost took my head off. I think there are more out there, too. I haven’t seen Mei or Zarya,”. “Widow’s out there, huh?” A determined look filled Tracer’s face; she was quite excited at the premise of taking down her longtime rival. Pharah walked by them, inspecting the door to the chamber. As she walked by, Tracer could swear she caught the faintest whiff of the ammoniac smell of urine. She knew how much accidents like that distressed Pharah, so she decided to avoid bringing it up. Orisa, on the other hand, spoke without a care in the world, “I am detecting several indicators that you may have lost control of your bladder during the fight,”. Pharah turned about and stared daggers at the robot, who seemed to have no idea why she might want to keep such a thing private. Tracer couldn’t help but giggle. Pharah cleared her throat, then spoke, “Yes, Orisa… I wet my pants when Widowmaker almost shot me in the head,” her teeth were gritted as she spoke. “It is not uncommon for people- even professionals such as yourself- to experience bouts of incontinence in the face of mortal danger. Many of the individuals I have saved from numerous disasters had wet and/or soiled themselves. I am well-versed in aiding in the clean up-” “No, Orisa. I’m fine. Thanks.” Pharah forced a smile, looking like she was on the verge of defecting to Talon. “You’re welcome,” Orisa replied cheerily. Tracer broke into a fit of laughter. If this kept up, she’d be going home in soggy pants, too. Wiping a tear from her eye, Tracer drew her twin SMGs, “Back to business. You two stay here and guard the door, I’ll go see if I can find the others!” “Wait, Tracer!” Pharah began, but Tracer blinked away before she could say anything. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Widowmaker perched atop a building, she looked around with satisfaction at the total lack of any defenses around the facility. She knew Pharah must still be inside, but she would be easy prey. With a flash of pink to her right, and a flash or purple to her left, Sombra and Moira both materialized onto the rooftop. “Defenses?” Moira asked, steepling her fingers in a supervillainy way. “I took down their cameras and security systems,” Sombra replied. “No one outside,” Widowmaker said. Tapping her visor, it descended to cover her eyes, granting her infrared vision, “I see Pharah and a robot inside the building,”. “Then it sounds like this mission is nearly over,” Moira smiled her arrogant smile. “Sombra, you and I will sneak in and remove whatever security remains. Widowmaker, prepare to give us covering fire,”. The other two women nodded their agreement, and Sombra and Moira both vanished off the rooftop. Using her state-of-the-art grappling hook to navigate the various rooftops, she stopped when she heard voices below her. Peering over the side, she saw Zarya and Mei, both hurrying towards the facility. She noted that both of them were running bow-legged. Drawing her sniper rifle, she took aim. As the crosshair closed in on Zarya, rapid footsteps approached Widowmaker. Lowering her rifle, she turned around to behold Tracer sprinting towards her, pulse bomb in hand. “Present for ya!” she shouted as she dropped the deadly explosive at Widowmaker’s feet. Tracer used her recall ability, and vanished, leaving only a wide-eyed Widowmaker. With no other options, she leapt from the roof. A thunderous explosion filled the night as her previous position was thoroughly obliterated. She landed on her feet, but the impact quickly forced her onto her knees. She put her hands on the ground to steady herself as she attempted to steady her breathing. She tried to ignore the numerous wet trails flowing down her thighs. She clenched herself, but her purple panties were wet for sure, now. More footsteps approached her, and she hesitantly raised her head and saw Zarya and Mei approaching her. Zarya was readying her beam cannon. Widowmaker could make out a soft hssssssssssssssss as her bladder then fully emptied into her suit. Two puddles grew around her knees that were planted in the ground, before joining into one huge, yellow puddle. She felt her stomach suddenly grow lighter, and realized she was about to crap herself, too. Many of her emotions were deadened, but this certainly did hurt whatever dignity she had left. With a quiet crackle, the contents of her stomach became the contents of her underwear. The rear of her suit, previously contoured perfectly to her butt, tented out sharply as her mess stretched the fabric out. It lost its form after a moment, and turned into a squishy mass. The annoyance of this was severe, but she pushed her accidents out of her mind, and focused on finding a way out of this. Zarya and Mei now stood almost right in front of her. Widow used the only offensive tool she still had, her poison mine. Raising her arm as quickly as she could, her wrist-mounted launcher fired the mine at Zarya’s feet, detonating it. A cloud of gas filled the air, and as Mei and Zarya fled from it, Widowmaker grappled to the nearest rooftop. Her position was compromised, and she’d been disarmed. She could be of no further help this operation. She radioed for extraction. If Sombra and Moira were successful, they’d need their getaway to be present, anyway. She tried to observe her enemies without being seen, and saw Mei and Zarya nervously continuing their walk to the facility. Blue flashes in the distance indicated Tracer would return there far sooner. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moira and Sombra entered the massive facility. The sounds of computers and machinery filled the air. Sombra loaded up a holographic map she’d managed to download, and located the room they were after. They’d already encountered several protectors, and Moira was sure they’d only meet more inside the facility. As they approached a sleek, futuristic hallway that lead towards their goal, Sombra stopped Moira, then cloaked. A moment later, she reappeared, and spoke “I see Pharah and a big robot, and Tracer,”. “We’re outnumbered, then,” Moira said. “True, but...” Sombra gave a sly smile, “My EMP pulse is charged up again,” “And my Coalescence is ready,” For once, the two shared their smug smiles. After a moment of preparation and planning, the two had agreed upon a plan: Moira would distract them while Sombra hacked open the door, whereupon Moira would teleport inside. Once both were inside, Sombra would close the door. With a nod of affirmation, Sombra cloaked and ran towards the door. Moira was mentally bracing herself. Her whole body felt slightly cold and numb. She was more than prepared for a combat operation, but she was about to face off against three people, all armed. Though her cold exterior did not show it, she was quite nervous. Once she felt she had given Sombra enough time, she walked down the hallway, emerging into a large, open chamber. With no hesitation, the robot placed down a barrier in front of its two companions. Both Pharah and Tracer readied their weapons, aiming them towards her. “Who’re you?” Tracer said, after apparently realizing that she had no idea who Moira was. “A scientist,” She smirked, “One who needs that data you’re guarding very badly,”. “I recommend you surrender,” The robot said, in an innocent-sounding voice. “You’re outnumbered and outgunned,” Said Pharah. “Outnumbered, yes...” Moira grinned, “Outgunned? Hardly”. Her right hand cut through the air, flinging a purple ball towards the chamber’s protectors. They huddled behind the robot’s barrier, and panic filled their eyes as the ball passed through the barrier like it wasn’t even there. With little purple streams of energy, the ball got to work disintegrating the protectors. Hearing the two biological ones yell in pain as they ran away from the death ball, Moira noted with satisfaction that they’d been forced from behind their shield. Targeting Pharah, Moira fired her disintegrating beam at her. Large strips and chunks of the woman’s armor were vanishing from sight. Seeing this, Tracer sped towards Moira. Ending her attack, Moira teleported back several yards just as Tracer opened fire on the spot she had stood in only a second ago. Moira had treated plenty of wounds caused by Tracer’s fearsome weapons, and she did not want to be on the receiving end. Tracer prepared to sprint for Moira again, but Moira grinned as she saw the death ball returning. Mentally patting herself on the back for aiming it properly, she watched as the ball struck Tracer once more just as the woman tried to sprint. The shock and pain of it caused her to faceplant into the sleek, metal floor. Hurrying over to the downed fighter, Moira prepared her disintegrating hand, and placed it one Tracer’s face. Moira could plainly hear a loud, wet squelch as the poster child of Overwatch noisily filled her orange pants. She could even see the round little bulge forming between her buttcheeks, which had been so thoughtfully displayed by her tight pants. Furthering her shame, Moira could clearly make out a yellow puddle forming between Tracer’s legs as she lay prone. “This won’t hurt a bit,” Moira said. Before she could deliver the finishing blow, however, she heard the sound of something flying through the air. At her. Jerking her head upward, she went wide-eyed as she saw a blue rocket speeding towards her. She tried to activate her teleportation, but the concussive shell hit her before she could. She was sent flying backwards, and rolled along the ground. She could feel a hot sensation around her womanhood, and realized that the force of the blast knocked a little bit of urine out of her. Not enough to stain her black pants, but enough to be felt. She pulled herself off the ground, and looked over to see Tracer doing the same. Dozens of little pee-droplets were falling off the young hero. Pharah was flying towards her, rocket launcher at the ready. The robot had finally joined in the fray, and seemed to be warming up some sort of Gatling gun. This was bad. Moira could feel the cold-numb sensation of fear clawing its way back into her body. “I repeat: I recommend you surrender,” the robot said. “So do we,” Came an accented voice from elsewhere in the chamber. Moira looked with alarm to see Zarya and Mei entering the fight. Panic began to well within her. There was no way for her to win this fight. No way except Coalescence. As if summoned, Sombra materialized in the air above the Overwatch forces, unleashing her EMP pulse. Everyone’s gear shut down simultaneously. They were vulnerable. Readying her weapon’s ultimate attack, Moira put her hands together, then shot them outward, unleashing a colossal gold and purple laser. Aiming it from one opponent to the next, she fired a continuous stream of death. ---------------------------- Pharah descended from the air, and hid behind cover alongside Zarya and Mei. Not only could she hear the laser digging into the wall they hid behind, she could feel it. Her whole body was tingly. Her heart was racing, and the terror forced her to soil herself. Unconsciously bending her knees ever so slightly, she unloaded into her boxer briefs. Her armor didn’t let her mess bulge out very far, instead flattening it out across her rear end. She felt somewhat sure that this was the last time she’d be wearing these pants, as her mess finished filling her fatigues under her armor. Zarya had a similar reaction, but she had already soiled herself. Instead, the contents of her bladder were lost. Zarya looked down in shock to see wetness flowing down her black pants. Even over the chaos she was taking shelter from, a very loud pssssssssssssss was completely audible. Entire wet sheaths coated the inside of her legs as the urine raced down her well-muscled thighs. Some of the wetness flowed into her boots, but most slid down the sides, depositing into large puddles under her. Zarya felt shame and anger welling up within her- she never lost control out of fear. As a weightlifter, and a veteran, there’d been plenty of times she lost control due to strain or stress, but almost never fear. Contrast that with Mei, who was shaking like a leaf as she hid near them. Fresh urine spilled into her pants, rewarming her now cold and clammy legs. A new wave of mess found its home in her panties as it joined what was already there. She’d already voided herself earlier, but even so, managed to make even more of a mess of her pants. Off in a different corner, Tracer and Orisa took cover. They’d fled here the moment Moira unleashed the laser, and Tracer was out of breath. She slid down the wall she was leaning on, not caring that the firm mess between her buttocks squished under her as she reached the floor. As the laser passed over their hiding spot, eradicating some of their cover, Tracer voided what was left in her bladder. She’d only lost about half of her urine when Moira tried to kill her, and the rest spilled out of her now. The urine flowed from her crotch down to her butt, over the mess that rested in her panties. A small puddle began to grow underneath her. “Do you need a hug?” Orisa ask, observing Tracer’s loss of control. “Honestly?” Tracer replied, still out of breath, “Li’l bit, yeah,”. Tracer meant it sarcastically, but as the friendly robot knelt down and wrapped her into a hug, she realized it was actually pretty comforting. Once the hug ended, Orisa said “If it is of further comfort: I cannot have accidents; but if I could, I’m sure I would right now, too,”. “Thanks,” It wasn’t actually any comfort, but Orisa was trying. ---------------------------- The massive laser ended, and Moira was nearly drained of energy. The path was clear, though, and she sprinted as hard as she could towards Sombra, who was dutifully hacking the door. The robot fired a green ball towards her, which Moira ducked under. A second later, however, she stopped dead in her tracks as the ball pulled her towards. She flew through the air, landing on her knees. She looked up, and gazed directly into the barrel of the robot’s very large cannon. That numb-cold fear returned harder than ever. “I told you to surrender,” the robot said. The many barrels of the gun began to glow green and emit an intense heat. Moira felt another kind of heat as she began to wet her pants. The stream was quiet and slow, but it was steady. A wet circle spread outwards from her womanhood, and dark crescents descended down her long and slender legs. Small rivulets of urine wound around the sides of her legs, ensuring her liquid shame reach all across her shapely legs. A puddle silently developed around her knees. Not content to leave her with some dignity, her bowels opted to relieve themselves, too. Much like her bladder, the release was quiet and slow, as the first log nestled neatly into her panties. Another quickly followed. Her pants were tight, but also fairly elastic, allowing the firm mess to bulge outward fairly far, creating a very large, lumpy bulge on her butt. “My sensors indicate you have both wet and soiled yourself, and are in need of a change,” The robot said. Moira exhaled sharply as the massive gun began to power down, “If you would like to surrender now, we promise not to hurt you,”. Out of the corners of her eyes, Moira could see the others emerging from their cover, all of them having caught their breath, finally. At the other side of the room, Moira looked with delight as she saw the great metal door finally slide open as Sombra hacked it. Moira inhaled, bracing herself. The cold-numb feeling was more intense than ever, and she knew that making a break for it had a high chance of being lethal. Moira stood up as quickly as she could, then vanished into a cloud of purple fog. She reappeared several yards away, running as hard and fast as she could towards Sombra and the door. Her fear was overwhelming, and she felt her bladder chaotically release more of its contents. This feeling of warmth and wetness covered her groin and her upper thighs, while numerous little trails wound down her legs. Drops of pee were flung into the air as she ran. From her other end, her bowels noisily vacated what was left inside of them. This mess was wetter than what filled her pants before, and mushed around inside her panties. Moira could feel all of her opponents hot on her heels as she ran. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sombra raised her SMG and began firing wildly, halting several of their enemies in their tracks. The robot deployed another barrier, however, rendering this approach futile. But, it had bought Moira just as much time as she needed, as she ran by Sombra and into the room. Sombra ran in just after her, using her newly-hacked system access to slam the door behind them. Moira was panting heavily, and Sombra could smell a foul odor about her as the two stood next to each other. She decided to be the bigger woman and not say anything about it, though, “You hurt?” she asked. “Only my pride,” Moira said between her ragged breaths. The two approached a large, supremely advanced terminal. Sombra set about hacking it while Moira observed. After a short moment of silence, the scientist spoke, “Sombra, I must commend you,”. “Thanks, but what for? A lot of things happened today,” “Your assistance tonight has been invaluable. With it, I feel this operation would have been impossible,” this got a slight smirk from Sombra. Moira continued, “On a less professional level, I have to commend you for maintaining control over your bodily functions through the entire conflict. I… did not,”. Sombra wiggled her legs a little bit as the cold wetness around her crotch reminded her that she had actually peed a little bit when Mei threw her little robot at her. But what Moira didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, “You saw my record, it’s not uncommon,” Sombra said, happy to maintain this momentary friendliness. A few seconds later, Sombra had completely hacked open the terminal. She took a step back, and did a theatrical bow as Moira approached the device, and began downloading the various documents and files she needed. While she did this, Sombra took another peek at the map she’d downloaded. Studying it, she saw that there was a way out, though it would be an unorthodox one: the air ducts. ---------------------------- Several minutes later, the two women were climbing through the ventilation shafts. Even though Sombra was in the lead, the unpleasant smell from Moira’s mess still filled the cramped space. The two exited the air duct, and made their way through a door, leading outside the building. They now stood on a balcony that overlooked a precipitous drop into the ocean below. Their ride should appear at any minute. As they looked, they heard a noise, One that made Moira gasp, Sombra looked to its source to see Pharah flying a ways away from the balcony, and a blue missile streaking towards them. Neither of them could react in time as the concussive shell landed between them, slamming Moira against the back wall, and launching Sombra over the edge of the balcony. She screamed as she began to fall, her descent only halted as Moira grabbed hold of her hand. Sombra felt around near her waist, and went wide-eyed as she realized she had used all of her teleporters. Moira had an impressive stature, but she spent most of her time reading or conducting science experiments; she was struggling just to hold Sombra, much less lift her up. Making a terrible mistake, Sombra looked down, and felt her heart drop as she spied the many, spiky rocks jutting out of the water below her. There were no two ways about it, this fall would be fatal. As she stared downwards, wondering which of the spikes would do her in, she noticed a clear stream falling between her legs, and into the ocean. She was peeing. Her pants were more akin to stockings than actual pants, and so most of her urine fell in a stream, instead of down her legs. As Sombra involuntarily swayed and moved her legs, however, they frequently got in the way of that stream, causing numerous, irregular wet splotches up and down her legs. Fighting through her fear, the first thing that came to her mind was to try and stop wetting herself. She brought her legs together, trying to stop the release. All this did was cut off the stream, instead causing the urine to soak into her black and pink leggings, creating large wet stains on her thighs. Looking like she was using all of her strength, Moira began to pull her back up, inch by inch. Suddenly, a rocket crashed into the side of the cliff, not too far from the two. They remembered that Pharah was still there. Seeing the explosion, and feeling several little rocks pelt her body from it, Sombra then crapped her pants, as well. A loud brrrrRRRAAAAAAAPPPpppp sounded from her butt, as semi-solid, mushy mess spilled into her panties. It quickly grew in size, filling the space between her legs. Her panties began to sag a bit, and she could feel some of her mess find its way out of her underwear, and down her left thigh. It felt like she’d stuffed warm mud into her underwear, and she knew her formerly pink panties must look like it, too. The wind began to pick up suddenly, almost unnaturally. The sounds of loud engines became apparent. Sombra thought that there was no way Pharah’s jetpack was that loud. Looking around, she spotted a Talon dropship approaching the balcony. The side door opened, revealing Widowmaker. She wasted no time in lifting up her rifle, and taking aim at Pharah. Seeing their sudden backup arrive, Pharah used her jets for all they were worth, and flew to the safety of the town as Widowmaker fired at her. Sombra had been so preoccupied watching the show, she hadn’t even realized Moira had finally managed to painstakingly pull her back up. She fell forward, landing on top of Moira. Sombra quietly muttered “Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you...”. ---------------------------- The three women stood as the dropship flew them home. There were numerous, comfortable chairs, available, but none of them were willing to sit down, considering they all needed to change. Over at a large communications table, Moira was informing Reaper of the mission’s success. Widowmaker had isolated herself (imagine that) and was simply cleaning her gun. Sombra was leaning against a wall, and her eyes ran over the wet and messy pants of her companions. She didn’t even know what had caused Widow to lose control, but she’d done it just as much as Moira and she, herself had. Sombra was somewhat upset that she had gotten so close to breaking her wet/messy streak, only to lose it at the end, but she supposed there was some comfort in that she wasn’t alone. And there was a little satisfaction in that Moira’s clean streak had rather decisively ended. Once again, though, she kept her mouth shut. The two had established a shaky peace, and she wasn’t about to ruin that. Besides, she figured her time would be better spent cleaning up as much as possible before they returned to their base.
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  17. It’s 7:00 AM in Crystal Cove as 18 year old Daphne Blake was in her new house, sleeping in her bed naked. Her alarm clock was ringing she sat up and turned it off, she starts her daily routine. Daphne likes holding her pee in and wetting or messing in the bed. It was Thursday and she looked at her daily routines before getting dressed that she wrote herself said, today it was to masterbate in bed and don’t stop until she wets the bed. So she slid her hand down the sheets and felt her hand touching her hairy pussy, she then started masterbating and she kept doing it and doing it. She felt it coming, she relaxed her muscles to let it come out so she did. She felt a drop of pee coming out which dampened the middle of the bedsheets, she felt another one coming and let her pussy just loose control of her bladder and wet the bed completely. She did felt the warmth of her pee staining the bedsheets and being warmed in her bed she loved wetting the bed. She got dressed putting on her purple panties on, her pantyhose, her purple shirt and skirt, her green ascot and her white shoes. She is waiting for Fred, Shaggy, Velma and Scooby to come in the Mystery Machine. She falls asleep on her couch watching women desperation wetting videos, she heard Fred knocking on the door so took her iPhone and opened the door as Fred took her to the Mystery Machine and drove off to Fred’s house. They got to Fred’s house and went inside and saw a letter on the armchair stamped with a big E on it. It was from the mysterious Mr E giving them their next mystery to solve as Daphne took a big glass of Coke out of Fred’s fridge. She drank it while Fred was reading the letter, the mystery was in a haunted Mansion. Daphne finished all her coke and everyone went to the Mystery Machine to drive to the Haunted Mansion. Half way there Daphne felt her bladder worsening she had to pee, then Fred got there as they spilt up to look for clues Fred went with Daphne, Shaggy went with Scooby and Velma. Shaggy, Scooby and Velma went to the library and Fred and Daphne went through the corridor to the bedroom, Daphne is pleased because there is a toilet in the bedroom. A big scary monster comes out of a book in the library and kidnaps Velma as Shaggy and Scooby are screaming for help, it that them two. Daphne and Fred hear this, Daphne heads for the library and Fred heads down a corridor and he gets kidnaped by the monster. It’s just Daphne left as she inspects the library still holding her pee in as was squeezing her legs together and hands place on her pussy/bladder. Daphne then looks to her left and see the scary monster, Daphne is terrified of it she gets very scared that she fear wets herself and her pee runs down her leg and wets her pantyhose. She gets kidnaped by the monster and her purple panties and skirt are both wet after she wet herself of fear. Today was Daphne’s desperate day. To be continued!
  18. (Well, this is just a random story I wrote. Been playing one of my OCs again and wanted to write something about them. Would do something a bit more plot and character related but…council. Art for reference: https://www.dropbox.com/s/10d4een7p5zzp35/The%20Red%20Knight.jpg?dl=0) The Red Knight(Whom I will often be calling Red for simplicity.) was nervous. This was her first attempt at leading herself. She and Robin were pupils to the master tactician Travis, part of his four person squad that served the Omega and his goals. Normally he lead lead the squad on missions, his powerful control of the battlefield keeping them all alive. But as one of his two tacticians in training, she had to learn to do it as well. At least she couldn’t do worse than Robin, she figured. The man had destroyed his foes, but his leadership left a bit to be desired. He almost seemed to delight in throwing his units in situations they barely escaped, leaving the unit with six heavily injured soldiers, two lightly injured, and only two healthy. Robin had done most of the work himself, his physical protection rather than guidance keeping the soldiers from outright dying. She promised herself she would do better. Today it was just her and the ten women that formed the mercenary group they were currently working with. Tyra, the elder blue dragon who opposed Tiamat for control of the chromatics, was off battling the mother of dragons. Her adopted daughter, Jill, originally Tiamat’s daughter and a massive red dragon who had taken the Red Knight’s master as her mate, was with her. She couldn’t help but feel jealous when she thought of the red. She had vied for her master’s attention before, but he did not seem interested in placing it on a student. Every time Jill kissed him, or greeted him with one of her powerful hugs, she burned with jealousy. All she got was friendly greetings and the usual advice. Pushing her absent companions out of her mind for now, she turned to face her squad. They were lined up, geared up and ready to go. Scanning down the line of mercenaries, Red nodded in approval. “Alright ladies, here’s the plan. Our job is to destroy the shadow sources so the Omega can hold the zone. We’ve done this before, should be a routine job. I’ll be leading this time. I may not do as well as Travis, but I’ll do a better job than Robin did.” At that several of the women grinned. “We’re ready when you are commander.” One of the mercs, Carissa, said. She was one of the more experienced woman, and wore heavy scale armor with a pair of battleaxes at her sides and long, light brown hair down to her shoulders. The Red Knight nodded and concentrated. Her mind washed over the team, and she could feel all of their emotions, all of their conditions. She was the battlefield. The team turned and vanished in one concerted teleport, appearing on a field of semisolid shadow. Three glowing nexus’s floated above the ground around the area, and a variety of shadow creatures already stalked the ground. “Go!” she shouted into everyone’s minds, and they were off. Red felt her chess pieces flood onto the battlefield, spectral images of herself in different uniforms standing guard over her teammates and flitting about the battlefield, shadows of glowing red energy. First, she took stock of all her troops. Carissa was at the vanguard, both axes drawn as she leaped upon a shadowy humanoid. Her axes tore into its essence with ease, the magical weapon tearing shadow like flesh. Right behind her was Diana, an exceptionally tall and supremely arrogant blonde. She wore heavy plate armor, but it barely seemed to slow her. “Try to keep up!” she shouted as she dodged past Carissa, bringing her greatsword to bear against the flank of a massive shadowy worm, a powerful blow driving into its flank. She could feel the warrior was…nervous!? and almost laughed aloud. Now that she was keeping everyone’s statuses, she could see Diana’s true colors. The warrior had already shit herself a bit as she waited for the battle to start, nervous about going into combat again after her serious injury under Robin. Stifling her laughter, she ignored the small lump in the blonde’s pants only she could sense and moved to the next merc. Alesha was next to engage. She held a broadsword tightly in both hands, studded leather armor showing off her curves while giving a bit of protection to complement her mobility, long red hair flaring out behind her as she moved. She danced between the legs of a Titanic shadow, blade cutting out again and again. Once again, the enchanted equipment had a noticeable effect, gashes tearing in the flesh of the shadows legs. It seems her attempts to hamstring it simply wounded it more, however. Anna spun forward after her, her glistening black crystal plate armor radiating fear, her brilliant red hair trialing out the bottom of her helm . It did little good against the shadows, however, and luckily didn’t affect her allies, so she simply resorted to bringing her massive hammer spinning around into the side of the nightmare worm’s maw, joining Diana in attempting to slay the beast. A trio of women were next. Cyan, Cyril, and Cyrene. They all had matching short black hair, and each wore matching chainmail armor, the links glistening mithral. The shortest of them wielded two daggers, one glistening with fire and the other with cold. The middle sister wielded two scimitars, both hissing with acid. The last had a pair of green, glowing arms sprouting from her side, the psionic limbs supporting a pair of dual wielded greatswords that crackled with lightning and thunder, respectively. They moved in unison, the Cyrene, who stood almost as tall as Diana, let the Cyril take her shoulders. Cyan leaped onto hers in turn, and together they launched the smallest sister into the air, sending her crashing into a massive flying shadow. Her daggers dug deep, and she pulled, the best careening towards the ground into the other two’s reach, and they fell upon it. Luna, an archer, stayed back beside the red knight, her white hair long down her back and her body protected by pure black leather armor, enchanted with stealth. It didn’t matter against the shadows, however, and she simply raised her bow and sent a shower of sparkling arrows flying towards another flying shadow, the trail a bright light in the darkness of the realm. A pair of blue haired mages brought up the rear. Both wore their dark blue hair long down their back, dressed in matching red robes and carrying matching black staves. Only their eye colors differentiated, Mina’s eyes a bright green while Mila’s were a light brown. They unleashed waves of magic over the mercenaries, hastening their movements before opening up with spells of light and fire, the shadowy enemies immune to the more effective methods of magical disablement, paralysis and mind control. She could also feel Mila was desperately full and almost groaned. The mage should have gone beforehand if she was so desperate. With everyone’s status accounted for, the whole train of thought taking only a moment, Red moved to engage. Energy flared to life around her, and her whole body glowed with red energy, her sword shifting from metal to pure energy in an instant. She advanced down the middle of the enemies, past her troops, and engaged another titanic shadow. Leaping into the air, powered by a flow of air, she struck its arm and cut clean through, severing the limb. She felt herself stabilize in the air, and rolled in midair, avoiding its other swinging arm. Pushing off of the air she lashed out with psionic power, a shadowy flyer coming at her falling to the ground in pain as she blasted it with a combination of psionic energy and magical fire. Feeling the rush of both magic and psionics flowing full force through her veins, she casually raised her sword and caught the nightmare’s returning arm on it, severing it off and leaving the creature armless. Spurring forward in a burst of psychic emery, she drove her blade through its face, the massive monster dissolving into shadowy essence. With her free hand she raised a shield of arcane energy, catching the powerful cone of icy death launched her way and absorbing it into more energy. Emboldened, she leaped for a worm, but it dived into the ground. Turning, she raised her sword high, and brought it down with a brilliant flash of power, red energy engulfing one of the shadowy nexus’s and obliterating it. Her attention was tugged away for a moment, however, and she realized the perils of maintaining a collective with a group of warrior women. Diana hacked away at the worm in front of her, Anna working on its opposite side and forcing it to keep turning in an attempt to catch ones of them. She was unprepared for the hand that reached down and grasped her. One of the giant shadows had flickered from its position across the shadowy field and appeared beside her. She felt her strength start to drain as its ghostly hand scooped her up in its giant grip, and she let out a scream of fear. Her body went limp and her bladder trembled uncontrollably, leak after leak of pee soaking into her undergarments. Dropping her greatsword, he quickly lost complete control, streams of urine soaking her legs and armor and falling from her, yellow streams cascading down from the giant’s grip. Red’s piece was there, however, and it phased through the giant’s hand, pulling her free and dropping her swiftly and safely to the ground. The giant tried to attack, but roared in pain as a prismatic beam slammed into its side, knocking it backward in a dazzle of rainbow energy. Her bowels were trembling but under control, though she barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief and get her fingers around the hilt of her fallen sword before she looked up and yet out another girly, fearful shriek. The maw of the giant worm she and Anna had been fighting was bearing down on her. It looked badly injured but it was still going to eat her. She let out a mewling whimper more appropriate to a scared little girl than to her massive frame and desperately threw her hands in the way as fear coursed through her. A lout pbblltt sounded as she violently shit herself, dark mush flooding into her underwear and then into her armor as her body forcefully expelled its waste. The smell and sound were both awful and unmistakable. Then end never came, however. Anna lunged forward, massive hammer cracking into the side of the worm’s head and sending it flying to the side, collapsing into a pile of shadowy essence and spiraling away. She turned to Diana, a slightly amused but sympathetic grin on her face, and held out a hand to help her up. Diana sniffled, wiping back the start of tears, and took her hand, letting Anna pull her to her feet. The black armored redhead patted the blonde’s back, and Diana composed herself to head back into the fray. The Red Knight could feel the fear flowing through Diana, the release of her control. It was all she could to do keep control herself, groaning as she doubled over and pushed a small lump of poo into her formerly pristine red panties. Steeling herself, she fought off the rest of the mental assault and lowered her connection to the others a bit. Preparing herself for further attacks, she stood up again, wincing as the lump of poo moved around in her panties. She turned towards the second nexus and sprinted for it, but a shadowy spider the size of an elder dragon rose up in her way, and she skidded to a halt. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a trickle of pee flow down her leg, this time not from someone else’s leak. Cursing under her breath, she watched as it raised its massive leg and took a swipe at her. She leaped forward, dodging the limbs blow and attaching herself to its side, running up the massive limb. When she neared the top, however, it brought another limb swinging up, and the spider’s blow hit her head on. The red energy around her flickered, her powerful barrier absorbing the blow. It faltered, but held fast, and the spider’s leg was deflected away with a screech of pain. The blow rocked her, however, and she could feel a distinct dampness in her panties telling her she had leaked more. Angrily raising her sword, she went straight for its head. Her pieces were still defending the squad, but her lapse in control spread like a wildfire. It was a result of the connection that they hadn’t expected, with both Travis and Robin being male and immune to the overactive bodily functions women suffered in battle. Mila suffered the effects of Red’s leak first, doubling over with a grunt as she pushed a log into her panties. Her desperation was too much to contain with the sudden urge to release. “Mila look out!” Mina shouted as a massive shadowy bird dived towards her sister. Mina tackled Mila to the ground, clearing her from the bird’s path, but its shadowy claws snatched her up. Her bladder was already eager for release and a golden cascade fell down on her sister as Mina was scooped up. Mila felt herself get thrown down and let out a pained sound, groaning as she pushed another log into her panties, involuntarily forcing more out with the impact. She was peeing now as well, desperate to get everything out. Her red robe was horribly stained, but she was shaken from her stupor when Mina’s pee soaked the upper portions of her dress. Concentrating, she forcibly pushed a third log into her panties, then looked up and cast a powerful spell, the shadowy bird turning to pure ice. Seeing that Mina was free, she bore down again, trying to finish wetting and messing her dress as quickly as possible. Everything pooled beneath her where she sat, and she realized this would be a bit too much of a mess for prestidigitation. Mina landed on her feet beside Mila with grace, her feather fall spell gently setting her on the ground. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at her sister’s accident. “I told you you should have gone beforehand.” She scolded. From across the battlefield she heard a massive roar, and turned bright red as she let out a fearful whimper and a blast of hot, liquid mess. The back of her dress darkened, and with the roar, Red’s influence, and the sound of her sister messing herself beside her, she couldn’t hold it back. Another wave of hot muck sprayed out, overwhelming her panties and dress completely and dripping down her legs. She held a horrified expression as a noisy fart escaped her, and then another, longer burst of diarrhea exploded down her legs, liquid poo puddling beneath her as she continued to helplessly shit herself. Luna ran, turning and firing a desperate arrow occasionally. With the others occupying the larger creatures, she found herself being swarmed by every single one of the tiny humanoids. Red’s chess pieces had intercepted many blows, but she had taken several, and she was getting tired. It seemed there was no end to these things. Suddenly, the swarm vanished. She paused, confused. Suddenly she heard a sound and turned. The whole swarm was behind her, using the same blinking some of the others had used. They were on her in an instant. She desperately removed her bowstring, slamming a few creatures back with her bow like a quarterstaff, but soon she was overwhelmed. She felt her essence start to drain into the shadow and panic completely overtook her body. She looked up into the eerily grinning face of a shadow and helplessly lost all control. Pee soaked her black leather armor, not very noticeable but leaving every inch of her bottom soaked. The back bulged out as a large lump of poo forced its way into her tight armor, then more and more forced its way out, spreading along the back of her tight armor like a pancake. Her bottom and legs were soon coated with pee and poo as she felt all light fading, the shadows taking her. Just as her consciousness faded, she saw a bright light pierce the shadows around her. Travis approached the fallen archer, smoking staff still in hand. There was no trace of the pure energy blast that had utterly annihilated the attacking shadows, but he still radiated an aura of power. Slinging the staff over his shoulder, he picked up the unconscious archer. “Just because I am not leading this fight does not mean I will allow anyone to be lost.” He said quietly, and vanished with a flicker of energy, taking the badly injured woman back to their base. The triplets were fighting the remaining big monsters, the other four split off to head for the last gate. The three of them worked in perfect concert, elemental weapons cutting down giants, birds, and worms alike. They seemed untouchable, any hit that broke through tier formation being absorbed by a one of Red’s pieces, their leader still watching out for them. They struck down the last monster with satisfaction, the three of them hugging one another as the last normal monster fades. Diana, Anna, Alesha, and Carissa joined together, cutting down one last worm from their path and heading for the last nexus. The last of the monsters fell behind them, and the Red Knight would end hers soon. As they neared, however, space rippled in front of them. A massive, six winged dragon, its head full of glowing red eyes and its mouth full of massive red fangs, tore its way into the demiplane. An aura of fear radiated off of it, and it let out a massive roar. Its arms moved in casting, and it lashed out at the triplets with a spell, then turned to face the terrified women before it. Diana had enough when the fear aura hit her. Pee she didn’t even know she still had sprayed down her legs at the sight of the dragon, and a fresh burst of waste pushed its way into her armor, spreading the mess even further down her legs and ass. Her legs trembled and she teared up, and when the dragon roared she fainted dead away, bladder, bowels, and bravery exhausted. Carissa faired a bit better, letting out a quiet whimper of fear and clamping down on her muscles as hard as she could, preventing a solid release. Her bladder, on the other hand, couldn’t be stopped, and her tight armored pants echoed with a hiss as she forcefully and fearfully emptied her bladder into them. She stood frozen with fear as she peed herself like a frightened child, whimpering. As the stream died down, the veteran fighter collected herself and advanced towards the massive dragon. Alesha clamped down on her bladder, forgetting about her bowels, the opposite of Carissa. She let out a pained, involuntary groan as the first soft mass pushed its way into her panties, quickly followed by a wave of brown sludge, then another mass and another. She trembled as Carissa did, shitting herself in terror. She was at least spared the childish whimpering thanks to her pained groans. When the dragon roared, her hold on her bladder faltered, and piss sprayed down her legs, studded leather darkening. She looked up, meeting the dragons eyes, and fell to her knees, helpless in the face of its fearsome gaze. Her bladder was going full force now, along with her bowels, and the stench was terrible as she emptied herself into her armor, entirely humiliated and helpless, unable to continue the fight. Anna fared better than her comrades, at least. Her armor reduced the impact of fear on her along with its other effects, and she leaked for a moment, the front of her panties dampening and the back of them browning slightly, but she held it together. Hammer in hand, she shook her head to clear it, then followed Carissa towards the dragon, hoping her other two companions would be okay. It swooped down to meet them, its shadowy form dwarfing them a hundredfold. It released a massive cone of blue fire, but a pair of Red’s pieces stepped in the way, the ones dressed as bishops, and they dispersed the fire to either side, leaving the pair unharmed. Anna could swear she heard a “Tsk” from the dragon. It descended, and its claws reached out, grabbing at the pair. Carissa activated her ring, and teleported out of the way. Anna tried to dodge, but there was no way she could. The claw was just too big. The dragon scooped her up, and seeing Carissa reappear, sent his massive tail spiraling towards her. She looked up too late, and it hit her full on in the stomach, and the rest of her really. The loudest fart yet was heard from the veteran merc as her mess was quite violently forced out of her. One instant her pants were clean, in another they were sagging heavy with foul mess. A full load, enough to make her armored pants sage with a bulge the size of a baseball or two, was pushed out in an instant. Forced by the impact and lubricated by fear, she humiliated herself in less than a second. She went flying across the battlefield, landing in an unconscious heap. Anna looked up at the dragon in horror as it drew her closer to its maw. She felt her muscles trembling, fear slowly gaining ground. As it opened its jaw her bladder opened involuntarily, and the inside of her pristine armor soaked through, the crystals lack of joints causing the pee from her impressive bladder to pool at the bottom of her feet and climb up her legs as she filled the inside of her tight armor with warm, liquid fear. As she entered the darkness of its maw, she felt the edge of a sharp tooth brush her and closed her eyes. Her stomach rumbled, and despite her best efforts, the shadowy, deadly feel of its tooth was enough. She pushed a wave of soft mess into her underwear, then another. More and more soft, firm mess filled her panties, spreading out and coating the inside of her armor in poop. She shook with fear until she finished messing herself, then wondered why she wasn’t dead. Opening her eyes, she saw herself outside the dragon’s mouth, and it was grinning at her. It gently set her down on the ground, and she fell onto her butt in a daze with a splat, only making the mess worse. What was going on? The three twins had just enough time to celebrate their victory before they were thrown into their own illusionary horrors. Cyan found herself in a pit of snakes. The effect was almost immediate. The youngest sister who had a crippling fear of snakes curled up into a ball and sobbed. She didn’t even try to stop herself as she peed full force into her chainmail skirt, soaking her panties and the cloth that guarded her legs from the mail, the puddle spreading over her and soaking her entirely as she hid in a ball of her own piss. Her bowels luckily didn’t hold much, and she quickly pushed a large stool into her underwear, but it was able to contain everything. Cyril found herself looking at a pair of skeletons she quickly recognized as her sisters. Tears stung her eyes and she rushed over to them. “Nonononono! I can’t be!” she whispered tearfully. When she reached them, she knelt down, and let out the loudest shriek of fear yet. The skeletons eye sockets were filled with spiders, her worst fear. Falling back on her bottom, she desperately scrabbled away, leaving a trial of pee behind as her bladder released into her panties and clothes. She managed to make it to the corner of the room, a large trial of pee showing her path across the room. She realized her butt was completely smeared with poop, having involuntarily released everything the instant she saw the spiders. Her capacity wasn’t much greater than Cyan’s but she had dragged it everywhere. Her armor would take hours to clean and her clothes were likely unsalvageable. But at least she was away from the spiders. Cyrene found herself facing her worst fear as well. She found herself in the water. She desperately tried to swim upwards, but her armor was too heavy. She tore at it desperately, but it would not come off. Her oxygen drained quickly with her panic, and soon she was choking, trying to scream as horror completely overtook her. She lost all consciousness as her bladder and bowels emptied at the same time, the water around her yelling and her soaked clothes staining. The back of her armor bulged out immensely, her garments unable to hold her considerable mess back, the clothes and panties horribly stained brown as soft mess drippled down the back of her legs. Back in the real world, the triplets were position as in their illusions, Cyan curled up in a ball, Cyril sat on her messy bottom, and Cylene laying on her back. Eventually, the illusion faded, and the younger two sisters woke to their unconscious and extremely messy older sister. They moved over to her, and with combined effort, lifted her. The Red Knight fought the giant spider as she felt her soldiers crumbling around her. Cursing silently in her head as her attention was drawn to a hundred different places defending them, she cut deep into the spider. The sudden release of so many shook her a moment later however, and she feel, clutching the bottom of her skirt in desperation and also to prevent it from flaring up. Another, slightly larger lump was forced into her panties, and she no longer had any concentration left. She wished she could yell at him, wished she could kill this thing and end it… The other nexus exploded behind her, and she resigned herself to focusing her attention on holding it and freeing the illusioned women. The now larger bulge in her panties was uncomfortable but she could handle it. Her spell carried her gently to the ground, and she banished the illusion on the triplets. She turned upwards, wincing as the spider advanced on her overworked form and raised a leg to crush her. A few streams of pee trailed down her legs, but she knew her ward would protect her. A moment later, however, the massive dragon crashed into the spider, sending it crashing to the ground like a collapsing titan and tearing into it with furious teeth, claws and wing buffets. At least he was helping now. Gathering herself, Red made her way to the last nexus, raising her sword and unleashing another pulse of red, pure energy. Corona, her sword, struck again, and the nexus shattered. The shadowy nature of the plane faded, returning to the harmless demiplane it had once been. Sheathing her sword, she let out a sigh of relief. “At least I made it through relatively clean.” She said aloud to herself. She was still shaky from everyone else’s release, but she had made it. “Boo!” she heard from behind her, and let out a loud squeak. Her weakened bladder gave out and a waterfall of yellow streamed down between her legs, soaking her red panties thoroughly and puddling beneath her, thankfully leaving her skit and legs untouched. Her bowels forced another lump into her panties, then another, and soon the bulge forced them out to their full extent, not quite enough to peak down below her skirt but sizable. Striking out behind her, she spun and punched the giant of a man standing behind her, grinning. Her fist, even charged with energy, didn’t seem to do much, but he winced, a rare sign of pain from the giant of a man. Somewhat satisfied, she growled at him. “What the hell was that about, Robin!? I had this under control, we had it won! And then you had to go and take out the rest of my soldiers!? Are you just jealous I was doing better than you!?” Robin couldn’t contain a chuckle, putting his hand on the average sized woman’s head and easy task for the seven foot tall half giant. “Perhaps. Perhaps the master just wanted me to amuse him.” Red blushed hotly, but she knew Robin was teasing her. He knew of her affection, and its lack of return. She didn’t need his teasing right now. Shaking her head, she retorted. “Maybe you just wanted a show. It doesn’t matter I suppose, as long as master realizes how well we would have done without your intrusion.” They both knew he didn’t interfere for his own desires. He was willing to amuse others tastes but he wouldn’t go out of his way for it. But it was the only defense she had. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go gather up the army that you threw all over the battlefield.” She added with a huff. Turning, she let out an eep as she felt Robin;s hands grab her legs and back and scoop her up. “Travis is taking care of that.” He told her. “I’m to take you back.” “Let go of me you big oaf!” she shouted in indignation, punching uselessly at his shoulder. He turned away from the scene and she slumped against his shoulder, basking in the warmth of his body as they left the cold, shadowy plane. “You did a wonderful job.” Travis told her, smiling. She had just returned from the plane with Robin, slipping out of his grip and going to meet Travis while the others cleaned up. She shifted uncomfortably in her messy panties, though she knew there was no trace of her accident visible. The energy around her kept the smell from escaping. She liked to keep her accidents secret, especially when they were intentional or prolonged. “You defended the squad in an exemplary manner, and still fought well yourself. You did, however, fail to keep Luna well-guarded. Dedicate someone to that next time, had I not interfered you would have lost her.” His voice was the same monotone no matter which part he was delivering, which was a bit creepy. “You did much better than Robin, at least. If not for his interference that would have gone off well. Congratulations, Red Knight. You have earned the right to lead your own squad.” Red beamed with pride. For once, she was flooded with happiness. This was her goal. She was affirmed as good enough, as strong enough, to be a commander in the Omega Watch. It was an exhilarating feeling. It was missing one thing, however. She wished he would reach over, grope her bottom through her skirt like he always did with Jill. Anything. But there was nothing but a sense of pride over her accomplishment, pride of her growth. Nothing more emotional than that. And while she was happy, excited, she was also forlorn. “Thank you, commander.” She managed, keeping her voice as formal as possible. Bowing her head in farewell, she left the room. Robin was waiting outside the door, joining her in her walk the instant she exited. “Jealous?” she asked. “Hardly.” Robin replied, rolling his eyes. “You were always better at leading. An exemplary performance indeed. Just one little flaw.” His hand reached under her skirt, groping her messy ass. “Pervert! Jerk!” she shouted, shoving him away and protectively covering her butt. He laughed once again, raising his hands defensively. “I was just pointing it out. None of your squad noticed.” Putting his arm around, her started leading her towards her quarters as she pouted. “I…think I understand how you feel. Sorry about that. Are you going to be alright?” She was silent for a moment. “I’ll have to be, won’t I?” Robin was aware of her longing, the only one here who was. He had comforted her when there was no one else, and while neither of them thought there was more than close friendship between them, she needed something to distract her. And often, he needed something to distract him. He had his own issues. “Just…maybe come with me, alright?” He nodded and pulled her close, petting her hair as the pair entered her quarters. He didn’t know if she meant as someone to cry on or for something more intimate, but he would support her regardless. Sometimes he wondered if his master knew, or cared. Of course he knew, and of course he cared. So what game was he playing? (If anyone is up for rping in this setting by the way I’d be up for it. PM, I have some ideas if you don’t. And of course, comments and criticism. My proofreading is lazy and my writing is shaky so I need all the help/support I can get. And I swear the other two parts of Kagero story are coming.)
  19. "Two Accidents" Comic

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    On the same weekend back in late 2016, two ladies shared stories of recent accidents at Toiletstool.com that are pretty delightful to people with our interests. The first was Carla, whose dog knocked the pee out of her in the final comic of last year. The other poster shared two stories in one, so I'm presenting both of them together as the next file in the series. Ashley O. is a 23-year-old who ruins an accident-free streak when she decides to skip the port-a-potties during a fall farm trip with her friends and their children. Their next stop is a hay ride, and Ashley's bladder getting bounced around in its super full state is about to spell disaster, especially because she's in a very public place. Her next story happens just a few weeks later and it's waaayyy more embarrassing. Ashley puts off a much-needed poop while at work, and she's already pushing her limits but then the fire alarm goes off and she now has no choice but to hold it. Standing outside only makes her desire for relief worse, and she's put off for too long that she can't even trust a fart right now... The bundle release of the last few Stephanie tales was sort of a test for how I would release a comic based on multiples accounts, and by extension smaller stories being lumped together, to see how well they'd sell compared to cheaper singles. I can't say enough how much each sale means to me, and if you goes keep paying more for more like this you can count on more and more from my end. For $4 you get these 2 stories, whether you like pee or poop there's sure to be something in here to like. Both stories are heavy on the desperation and embarrassment so if that's your bag then I'd at least take peeks at each. But as I said, a purchase gets you access to both. Part 01 had 11 pages and 02 has 10, as usual there are high resolution and scaled down copies of each page. Each story also features the usual 'x-ray' shots so there is some nudity. I hope you enjoy and look forward to more desperation and accident adventures ahead, feedback is always welcome. At this time I am not taking requests, but only because I have so much in store. Thanks for stopping by! The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2597

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  20. It was morning on the island of Ahch-To where she lay on the floor naked in a hut next to Luke’s. She put her resistance clothes back on and felt the urge of peeing, the only way to pee was to pee on the edge of the cliff. But she didn’t want to do this because what if Luke saw here releasing out her pee, she knew Luke’s hut had a bathroom in it so she walked to Luke’s hut and knocked on the door. “Go away!” said Luke Rey said “No Luke I have to pee can I use your bathroom”, “no go away!” said Luke. “Luke please I don’t want to wet myself, please Luke!” said Rey. She had to hold her pee in it was nothing like Jakku where she could wet herself on purpose. Rey knocked and knocked but Luke just keep saying no so she walked back to her hut and hold her pee in She needed to pee there was no toilet or bathroom in the hut so she had to find a substitute, she looked around and felt her bladder worsening and hurting. She screamed as her bladder felt worse, she already had a full bladder when she found substitute to a toilet. She went and thought about it Luke will not come to her hut so she sat down on a chair and she scraped the idea about finding a substitute item to pee into. She sat in her chair and squirmed, she was going to wet herself. She started to get her hand and started to play with her pussy, she then got half full bladder screaming hard as it felt so good. She squeezed her legs together as she played with her pussy again as she made it uncomfortable and had a full bladder as she relaxed and waited for her to piss her white panties. As she started squirting her pee into her panties dampening them, then she screamed again and then she relaxed her bladder muscles. She then started having a another squirt of pee coming from her pussy came gushing out and made her panties damp. She then waited just then her bladder muscles opened and felt her pussy pouring out her hot golden pee and started peeing in her panties. She didn’t know what was going to happen later. Rey missed her time in Jakku, when she could pee wherever on the sand at her home.
  21. It was morning on Jakku, very warm day today. Rey lay in her bed naked and got out of bed, she had to pee really badly (really hot to sleep in pyjamas). The toilet was broken so the only place to pee was in a dugged hole in the sand. She walked outside and dug a hole in the sand and had hold in her pee. She finished digging and popped a squat and released her need to pee. She felt wonderful the best thing is that nobody comes past here which is good, because I don’t think people or strangers want to see a 19 Year old woman relieving herself in the open. As Rey lived on Jakku for all her life she got very used to holding in her pee, wetting herself and peeing in the open, she loved wetting herself. She would always go drink a big glass of water every day and try to hold it in longer, she would just love this ritual and she also loved wetting the bed on purpose. But today was a desperate day for Rey as it was embarrassing and made her feel like she was 9 again. She finished peeing and went to put on her scavenger clothes and her day begins. She got on her speeder bike and drove to what she was scavenging which was an old AT-AT Walker she started taking parts out of it, then she felt that she need to pee she said ”not now!” She got everything and was going to return home and pee but she forgot about Unkar Plutt, so she had to turn back to town she hoped that she could find a public restroom for her need to pee. She arrived in town, parked her Speeder bike and went to Unkar first she had to wait in a queue which was bad for her need to pee. It was finally her turn to see Unkar when she got to she him her bladder become half full as she immediately squeezed her pussy/bladder and gave him the scavenging pieces to him. He said “two portions” and gave her portions. She then ran out and immediately looking for a place to pee, she then stubbled on a public restroom and went inside. She looked for an vacant toilet but they where all occupied, so had to hold it and wait. Just then she heard a toilet flush and the door opened it was a Twi’lek girl wearing very tight pants as she noticed that her pussy area was very wet, Rey thought that see mustn’t of peed in the toilet and deliberately pissed herself. She went in to the toilet and started pulling her pants down, she couldn’t stand still while talking off her white panties. She couldn’t take it off if she kept moving, she did it again but then she felt it she had a full bladder if she didn’t hurry up she will be exactly like the Twi’lek girl did. She then finally got it off as she started peeing into the toilet felling the warmth of it hitting the toilet as these reminded of when she was 9 when she peed herself in front of another Twi’lek girl also 9. Well that was done and returned back to her speeder bike and rode home. On the way home she felt her ass starting to open, she had to shit. She was almost home so she decided to hold her poo in until she gets home, then it becomes night starting to become hot and instead of pooing now she take her clothes off and put it in her bag. She continues driving naked feeling the metal sticking to big sexy ass. She then farts the whole way to her home, she finally makes it her ass is open and she could shit at any moment, she walked in and couldn’t hold it in any longer she shit on the sand and had to bury it she knew now where to shit, she forgot about that part. She then walked in and went into bed, she deliberately made herself wet the bed and fell asleep.
  22. Hey all, I recently watched Thor: Ragnarok and couldn't help but compare the Valkyrie to all the Valkyrie-esque stories here, especially by people like LivingInfinite. It was rather uncomfortable to spend the theatre thinking about Tessa Thompson having accidents while I was next to my date! Anyway, since Tessa Thompson is also a big crush of mine, I thought I'd try to write something following her character. If you want to get a sense of her two outfits in the movie I'm going to write this in multiple chapters, though I've got some free time right now and might try to crank out multiple chapters tonight. There's a finite end - by the end of the movie, but there is room for flashback as well. Chapter 1: Capturing the Hulk Scrapper 142 sat in her ship, waiting to see the fight. Both competitors were her captures - one, Thor, God of Thunder, and the other, the Hulk: her biggest prize and reigning champion. She was intrigued because Thor was the first person who might be able to put up a fight. It was a long time since she had seen an Asgardian in combat (besides herself). The sight of another Asgardian brought up unwanted memories, and their earlier conversation where he recognized her as a Valkyrie, Asgard's elite female warriors, did not help. He pleaded for her help, but didn't he understand she was on this godforsaken rock to forget? She opened her bottle of alcohol and took a pull. There was so much death, destruction, lost friends she was trying to drown out. There were also her many accidents... She took another pull. The fight was a good one - evenly matched, at least until the Grandmaster used the Control Disk to paralyze Thor and ensure his champion's victory. She winced as she saw the Hulk's winning punch. She remembered capturing the Hulk vividly. It wasn't an easy one, that's for sure. It happened in a time where she had gone quite the stretch without a bounty. Her credits were running low; she blew through money at an astonishingly fast pace, in large part due to her constant drinking. She NEEDED to get a fighter for the Grandmaster to keep his favor and keep the money rolling in. She had seen a ship drop out of a portal and immediately chased it to its crash site. When she arrived, she came across a scene of destruction rarely seen on Sakaar, even with its lawlessness. It was hard to tell what debris was thrown around and what was where it originally landed, but the bodies of dozens of scrappers and blood splattered across the ground highlighted how much was displaced. Amidst the dust and death, a giant green monster stood, shouting at his most recent victim. Scrapper 142 felt her bladder press down, a common feeling for someone who drank so much, and it wasn't helped by the twinge of fear at the sight. The last time she had seen such devastation didn't end well. She crossed her legs as she debated how to proceed. Within a few seconds, however, Topaz arrived in her ship. Usually, Topaz didn't leave the Grandmaster's side, but the commotion must have been so obvious that he sent her to investigate. There was no way she was letting Topaz, who hated her guts, score the capture. Topaz was already getting paid as a bodyguard. She heard Topaz's message through the intercom: "Stay back. He's mine." "Like hell," Scrapper 142 muttered. She grabbed a Control Disk and lept off her ship, landing behind the green monster. She swayed dangerously, her balance thrown off by her drinking. The awkward landing got its attention and it turned to face her. The sight escalated her fear, and she couldn't help but feel a trickle leak out of her. She cursed at herself - she was a legendary Valkyrie, goddamnit! - and she ran at the monster. It reared its arm back, but she managed to slap a disk onto its neck before he struck. She landed past him, another trickle warming her crotch upon landing, and turned around to activate it. Instead, she was greeted by a solid punch to her gut, the fist the size of her torso. She flew back a couple dozen feet and momentarily blacked out, her last thought her realizing she was pissing freely. When she came to, she realized she had shit herself as well. She didn't even feel the need to go, but a punch to the gut must have made that happen. The lump pushed back the leather material, creating a bulge she hoped her cape covered. The piss didn't go through her leather pants, instead pooling inside her boots. She felt them squelch as she got up. A green blur came at her and she instinctively pressed the button to activate the disk, praying it was strong enough to contain this monster. To her relief, it froze stiff as a board, its momentum causing it to slide across the dirt and come to a stop at her feet. She looked up and Topaz was sneering back down at her. "Alright, you get this one, but I'll make sure the Grandmaster knows you shit yourself in the process." Scrapper 142's ears burned in embarrassment. Wordlessly, she threw the Hulk into her ship and ran in, ignoring the warm load in her seat. She had to beat Topaz back to the Grandmaster. She started up the engines and chased after Topaz's ship. When she was sure the ship was going in the right direction, she ran to the bathroom and dumped her boots out. The leather meant none of the urine leaked through, and while the inside of her pants were clearly wet, it was hard to tell from the outside. She had no time to change anyway and frankly, this was her usual outfit for the public. She deftly pulled down her pants and underwear, an orange-sized brown mound inside. She dumped it out and pulled her pants back up, grimacing at the feel of her dirty ass. She ran back to the pilot's seat and breathed a sigh of relief - she was still right behind Topaz. She sat down, grimacing again at the feel, and gunned it. She had spent hundreds of years modding this ship, and it was definitely faster than Topaz's. She easily overtook the bodyguard and prepared the Hulk for the Grandmaster. By the time Topaz arrived, the Grandmaster was already congratulating her. He smiled at the sight of her bodyguard. "Ah, Topaz, glad you could join us. It seems Scrapper 142 beat you to the punch! Please transfer 15 million credits to her. Topaz balked, but she did as she was told. To pass the time, the Grandmaster asked, "Say, Topaz, what does this fighter smell like?" Topaz looked straight at Scrapper 142 and said, "Piss and shit." The Grandmaster coughed. "Wow, that's a bit of foul language there. Very coarse, even for you. Can't expect a monster like this to smell great, though." She sneered again at Scrapper 142 and said, "You sure SHE didn't have any accidents?" The Grandmaster glanced over. "Of course not, look at her! She doesn't have a scratch on her. She is the best." Scrapper 142, shifted uncomfortably, but she had to put on a show. Despite how unsexy she felt, she winked flirtatiously at the Grandmaster, knowing he would swoon for her. After the credits were transferred, she quickly rushed out of the room to clean herself up. Back in the present, Scrapper 142 felt a dribble of urine at the traumatic memory and quickly got her ship out of the arena so she could head to the bathroom once more.
  23. So I have never really tried to write a fetish based story before. I have always been content to be a leech, enjoying the work of others. However, that is going to change, I have recently been inspired to actually write something down of my own creation. I might be a little dark, and it has a fair degree of medical bondage thrown into the mixture, but I hope that it is good enough for this forum. Warning strong language present. Without further ado: Baby Katerina’s New Life The now familiar “hiss, tick” of my ventilator is the first sound that greets my ears every morning after awakening from my drug induced sleep. I don’t really know how long I have been out for this time, in this place time has no meaning to me. I have taken to talking to myself inside my head and narrating my day to keep from going mad. More to the point, the now familiar “hiss, tick” of my ventilator is the first sound that greets my ears every morning after awakening from my drug induced sleep. I am trapped in this bed, unable to move, thanks to my captors having placed me in an incredibly restrictive cast. I am totally immobile; my world view is limited to what portions of the ceiling and what portions of the floor I can see. and I can only see one or the other. It all depends on whether I am face up or face down. There are 24 tiles above me, 17 below; I have counted them all many times. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this, being trapped here in this room, restrained, ventilated, and controlled. Other times I try to accept my new reality. Sometimes I cry. Not as often as I did in the beginning, but still sometimes I cry. I don’t know how long I have been like this; the days are of indeterminate length. I have seen only one person since I became this way, she tends to me. She checks my trach for signs of infection; she positions the turning frame to keep me from getting bedsores. My cath bags are drained, and my feeding tube is opened or closed. That is the extent of my human interaction. She never says a word, never even really looks at me, she does her tasks and she retreats back to the world of the living. I can feel myself getting sleepy again, I guess it is time to go to sleep again. “Hiss, tick” When I dream, and I dream often here. I remember my life before; I had just finished my Masters of Science degree, with a focus on organic chemistry. I remember walking, seeing the sun, breathing the fresh air (well as fresh as it can be in the city). I had a wonderful girlfriend, Elizabeth, Liz to me, who was happy just to be with me, that is all gone now. This morning was different; when I awoke I saw a face! A familiar face! I saw my Liz! There was a look of satisfaction on her face that was unusual. She spoke. “Is the period of adjustment almost over?” Another voice responded, “Yes, she is ready to go when you are.” And, just like that my life changed. I had so many questions to ask Liz. What had happened to me being chief amongst them. All of a sudden there was a flurry of activity in my room. People came from everywhere it seemed. I heard the buzzing of a saw and I felt a stab of fear. But Liz came into my field of view and stroked my cheek she told me, “Don’t worry this is all part of the process” And the cutting began, slowly I was being cut out of my shell. They did my legs first, then my torso, then my arms, and finally my head. I felt strangely limp without my fibreglass shell, my head didn’t want to stay up on its own. I felt like a pool of jelly. Liz held my head in her hand and said, “Don’t worry Baby, we are going to get you all sorted out. Right now how about a bath? You kinda smell.” Did I? Did I smell? I suppose I must have having been in the cast for so long. I felt a warm sensation on my feet, I tried to look, but I was so weak, I couldn’t raise my head. I was getting a sponge bath I surmised. All too soon it was over, but I felt refreshed, I felt better. It is amazing how much you appreciate the feeling of freshness. Liz took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. I saw her hand reach forward, she grabbed my chin, and moved my head so I could look into her eyes. I saw a look of hunger there I had never seen, a sort of predatory satisfaction. But as soon as I saw it, it was gone; replaced by a look of tender care so quickly I am unsure if it was there at all. My head dropped back down to my chest, I started to drool. I heard her leave, had I been breathing on my own I am sure I would have been hyperventilating, was I going to be left alone again? Time passed. “Hiss, tick”. I hear footsteps approach my bed. It Liz, she was back! I heard another set of footsteps, and an unfamiliar female voice. “Well, Ms. Mason she will be ready for transport within the hour, all you have to do is sign the release papers and she is all yours.” What? Release papers? What on earth were they talking about? Liz answered, “Thank-you Doctor, you and your staff have been most accommodating these last years. The final payment will be transferred as discussed.” Payment? Accommodating? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, last years? YEARS!? I have been trapped here for years? No wonder I was so weak. I tried to speak, nothing, not even a whisper of a squeak came from my mouth. Now I was really scared. For the first time in a long time, I asked myself what had happened to me? Liz approached my bed again. “Now Kat, I am sure you have questions, and I will answer them as best I can as soon as I can. But for now, let’s have you just blink, twice for yes and thrice for no, okay? Go on show me you understand.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice “Of course I understand”. “Good girl! Are you ready to get out of here?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice “Duh!”. “Okay let’s get you all suited up” What did she mean by that I wonder? I was about to find out. The nurse came in and spoke to Liz. “Well we have the chair, and the brace as you requested, the only question is, are you going to leave her cathed? She will be totally incontinent as per your request, cathing is so much easier, and allows for more dignity in her case.” “Excellent, I am excited to see her in her new chair and suit, as for the caths remove them. I have arranged for another method of controlling her eliminations.” The nurse responded, “Very well Ms. Mason” and proceeded to walk towards my bed. The nurse didn’t even acknowledge me and she reached between my legs, I was used to it. What I wasn’t used to was the feeling of deflation that occurred within me. I felt a tube slither its way out of my vagina, and another, a much bigger one out of my rear. The nurse deposited the caths in a tray and was out of the room as quickly as she came. I was alone with Liz again. She approached me. “Kat I am going to attach your legs to a pulley here so we can keep getting you ready to leave okay? I’ll answer all of your questions in due time.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice, what was I going to day put up a fight? I was as limp as a cooked noodle, the only course of action was to agree. I felt my legs get spread apart, and then they were hoisted up into the air. They were so small! I guess years of immobility had taken their toll on my once lithe form. My feet looked weird were they always that twisted? I hadn’t seen them for so long. I guess I got so used to seeing only the ceiling and floor. This was all a little much for me. I felt a cool sensation on my vagina, and I smelled Baby powder. Was I being put into diapers? The answer was yes. “Okay Kat, so you heard the nurse, you are going to be totally incontinent for a while and since I am going to be your primary caregiver, I have decided to go the diaper method, I feel like this will allow us to get re-acquainted after such a long time. Don’t you? Now your diapers are rather special, they are designed to be hyper-absorbent, so even when you are messy, you don’t have to worry about them, that is my job now understand? I am going to take care of you.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Thank-you so much Liz” “Good girl! I am glad you are being so good about this whole thing” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “You are taking me out of here, nothing to be good about.” I heard the sound of something heavy rolling towards my bed, I yearned to look, but all I succeeded in doing was drooling onto my chest. Liz noticed that immediately. “Oh Kat, let’s get that dried up, we don’t want you to get any kind of rash right?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Well that was gross” She mopped up my drool, and repositioned my bed a little lower so my head wasn’t resting on my chest, but rather on my pillow, that was better. I heard another voice, a male one this time. “Alrighty Ms. Mason, here is the brace as ordered, I can now see why it needs to be so restrictive, this poor girl doesn’t have much mobility in her at all eh?” Liz replied, “Yes Dave, as you can see she is quite limp, but that is how it goes with the nature of her injury.” Injury? What? Last time I checked I was fine, I just woke up here one day and here I have stayed. Did something happen to me? Did I get hurt? More questions. I felt a hand on my back sitting me up, and laying me back down against something cold, it soon warmed up. Next I saw what I take to be the upper portion of my brace get lowered onto my torso. It might was well have been a suit of armour, there was almost no skin showing. Next I heard Liz say, “Open your mouth.” I tried, in the end she had to help me with that. I felt something metallic on my teeth, and protrude from my lips. Then I heard, “We are going to have to detach her ventilator to proceed. On three, one, two, three.” There was a hiss, and a feeling of breathlessness, I was free of the vent, I tried to take my first free breath. Nothing. I was suffocating! Panic swirled in my head. Then there was a tremendous pressure and I felt my neck get moved. Another hiss, I could breathe again! I guess after years I was ventilator dependant. That was a scary thought. My head was now being held quite stiffly by my brace. I tried to move my head, which was a waste of effort. If I couldn’t move my head before the brace from lack of muscle control, what made me think I could with a brace? I saw a large bib get placed over my head. A small trickle of drool escaped past whatever was protruding out of my mouth, it landed on my bib. Liz chuckled when she saw this. “Something else we are both going to have to get used to” I felt warmth between my legs and my diaper swelled, I guess I was peeing. That was a strange sensation, after being so far removed from my bodily functions to feel it trickle around me was quite novel. Liz noticed my distraction. “Something the matter Kat? Does something hurt?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked three times for no “No, just relishing my pee” “Oh well, okay then” She answered, totally unaware of my new experiences. Dave started to talk again, “Ms. Mason we are ready to proceed with the final tightening, if you could just stand over here, thank-you” I felt the brace compress and I was once again rigidly locked within a shell, metal in place of fibreglass. “Ms. Mason if you could direct your attention to these latches at her sides here, and behind her ears here? These must be opened to allow for baths and changes. As arranged the brace is a permanent attachment and cannot be removed totally, but these had to be put in place.” “Thank-you Dave, you may leave us now” “Very good Ms. Mason” Did he say that this brace was permanent? Another question to add to the list. I heard Dave turn and walk out, I strained my eyes to get a glimpse of him, but all I succeeded in doing is looking at his back as he left. I heard another sound, this time of soft wheels. I saw a monstrosity of a wheel chair enter my limited field of view. Was this for me? It must be. Liz spoke, “Ahhh excellent, Kat this is your new chair. It comes complete with everything. Portable ventilator, attendant control, arm and foot rests. This is the top of the line model for you my dearest one. Do you like it?” I didn’t know how to respond, she came into my field of view. “Well?” I was unsure how to proceed “You know Kat when someone asks you a question it is polite to respond, I could leave you here for a couple more months, maybe you will appreciate all I have arranged for you then.” Her voice had an edge to it that I had never heard before. This was new, when we were together before she would never have made such an obvious threat, “Hiss, tick” I quickly blinked twice for yes. “Like hell you are, don’t even joke about that Liz”. Her voice resumed its normal timbre “I am glad you like it; let’s get you inside shall we?” I felt a sensation of weightlessness; I was being lifted off of my bed for the first time I assumed in years. There was no dignity though, I felt like a sack of grain being transported. I was unhooked from the sling. I felt the soft padding of the chair against my legs. The tremendous bulk of my diaper kept my legs apart, even had I been able to move them, I doubt that I could have brought them together. She came into my field of view once again, she was holding something they looked like large plastic hands. “These are for you Kat, they will keep your hands from curling up. After being casted for so long your tendons have shortened, these will help. I have some for your feet as well.” She undid the Velcro and placed them on my hands and feet, it was really uncomfortable having her unfold my fists, but when it was over it felt better, more natural. “Ready to go home baby?” Liz asked. “Hiss, tick, Hiss, tick” I blinked twice, had I blinked three times I am sure we would have gone anyway, she controlled the wheelchair, I was just along for the ride. A blanket was placed over me. “To protect your dignity dear, we don’t need the whole world seeing your diaper. Which is wet, was that what had you all distracted earlier?” “Hiss tick” I blinked twice, she wasn’t looking at me or at least I couldn’t see her looking at me. I guess it was a rhetorical question. “But yes that was what had me distracted Liz” We were off, it was strange to leave the room I had occupied for so long, and it was nice to get a change of scenery. Down the corridors we went and into an elevator. It was a short ride down to the garage. We left the elevator and came upon a large van, you know like the kind for moving cargo. Liz positioned me at the rear of the vehicle. She went around the side of the vehicle and the back opened, a lift emerged. She wheeled me onto the ramp and into the van. She secured the chair and got into the driver’s seat. “Oops almost forgot” she said “We can’t ruin the surprise can we?” A blindfold was placed over my eyes. Dammit! I was really looking forward to seeing outside. I tried to make my displeasure known, but nothing not even a sound. I heard the van start up and move. I don’t know how long we drove for. I wet again, the diaper swelled. Liz was silent, and I did what I do best, I zoned out by listening to my ventilator. “Hiss, tick”. “We’re home baby!” That phrase brought me back to reality, where is home for me now? The blindfold was removed and I was eager to see where we were. It was a garage, yippee. Liz got out of the vehicle and removed me. We went through a large door, large enough to easily accommodate my chair. My chair? No, the chair. Also it was not my vent it was the vent. Just as they weren’t my diapers they were the diapers I couldn’t get into the habit of calling them mine; I would not need them forever. Recovery was just around the bend. Liz started to talk to me. “Okay Kat, I am going to give you the grand tour and then I will answer your questions okay?” It wasn’t really a request, more like a statement of fact, I just blinked twice. “Hiss, tick” “Goody!” I heard her clap her hands. “So where to start? This house has been totally adapted to your needs so there is no place you can’t go. Although it’s not like you will be going anywhere around here without me steering you there. This is the main room, where we will be spending the majority of our time together.” She wheeled me around “Next is the bathroom, pretty standard, except for the shower, that is specially designed with your needs in mind. Here is our room, as you can see it adjoins the bathroom.” I got a good look at the bedroom, looked pretty comfy, and then I saw it, another hospital bed. I sighed to myself. Liz continued, heedless to my disappointment. “This is the kitchen, where I will be preparing our food. And finally here is the storage space, plenty of room for whatever.” I noticed that there were bags upon bags of diapers, tubes, I.V. stands, another ventilator everything that was needed for my care it seemed. “Okay Kat, question time. I am sure you are anxious to know what happened to you?” “Hiss, tick, hiss, tick, hiss, tick, hiss, tick” I blinked so many times I thought I would never stop. “Well here is the short version, as you well know I have a nurturing streak in my nature. We explored that a bit during our play, you being my Baby me being your Mommy. I decided to take it a little further than I am sure you would have been comfortable with. You know my family has money right? Well there was a break-in gone bad and they were all gunned down. I was in Europe with you when that happened, let me tell you I was devastated” She winked at me. “That left me the sole heir to the money.” I remembered that, she was a wreck, she barely ate, barely did anything in her grief. Was it all an act? My eyes got wide as the Machiavellian nature of her personality descended onto me. “After the funerals, I told you -if you remember- ‘We need to take a break, I need some time to myself’. You being the good girl you are obliged me. With that, I was off, I sold many of the assets my family controlled and invested in a private clinic in a country where government oversight can be taken care of with a bribe. I got it all set up, everything I would need to make our little ABDL play a more permanent thing. I hired a man to drug and kidnap you, and take you to my clinic. That is that, you remained there being tended to like a plant. That was 2015, it is 2019 now Kat. It has been four years, nobody is mourning you now. Of course I put on a big show, pledging reward money for information on your fate or whereabouts. Your parents were so grateful; they took me into their home, made me feel like family. They are dead by the way. Cancer. I love cesium. With that my plan came to fruition, it has been quite an exercise in patience. That is some of ‘the what has been done, and the all of the why I did it’. Now time for the rest of the ‘what I have done’.” I was openly crying, had I been able to move I am sure I would have been sobbing, my chest heaving with emotion. As it stood tears streamed down my cheeks, the ventilator kept up its steady “hiss, tick”. “Oh, baby don’t cry for them, they have been gone from this earth for years now. Fresh as the pain is to you, it will pass.” I looked at her as best I could, with what I hoped was hatred. She noticed. “Hey! Now none of that Miss oh-so-young-and needy. I can make your life very uncomfortable should I choose. You are comfortable only by my say so, got it?” That tone made my blood run cold, I was dependent upon her for everything, and as much as I hated her I needed her. She continued. “After your abduction you were kept sedated and vented for two years, which allowed your diaphragm to atrophy rendering you permanently dependent upon your ventilator. I decided upon the trach mounted ventilator, which gave me so much more leeway for your brace. You vocal chords had to go of course, can’t have you making a fuss every time you need a change. It is up to me where and when or even if you receive one. I had your Achilles tendons removed, after all they aren’t going to be much use to you now. Despite what the nurse mentioned earlier, you will forever be totally incontinent, I had your urinary and rectal sphincters removed. That is all. If you think about it, and believe you me I am sure you will, it could have been so much worse.” I was crying openly again, why me, why me, why me? She moved into my range of vision. “Would you like to see yourself, your new you?” I didn’t respond I was too emotional. I felt a hand on my head. Had I been able to I would have flinched away, as it stood I remained motionless. “Not going to answer? Well as you know silence denotes tacit consent, so without further ado.” She wheeled me to a gigantic mirror in the bedroom, and removed the blanket. The sight that greeted my eyes when I dared to open them shocked me. I looked like a freak. The first thing I noticed was the trach, but then I saw the brace. No wonder I couldn’t move! It extended up the back of my neck to the top of my ears. Then there was the mouthpiece, which was the source of my drooling problem. They might as well have given me a metal jaw; there was a top portion that exited the top of my mouth and joined around my ears to the back of my neck and to the back of the brace. Then there was a lower piece the exited my lower jaw and followed the contours of my chin and jaw perfectly and attached at either side of my neck to the front of the brace. In effect the brace had replaced my neck. Then there was the diaper. It was huge, it ballooned out of the front of me, and I am sure it was the same out of the back. Liz saw my eyes get wide. “Like what you see baby?” I blinked my response, one, two, and three “No I do not, why Liz!? Why!? “Hmmm... Well I like it and that is all that matters, you have no say in the matter.” I continued to examine my brace and my body, my arms were so skinny, having seen my legs I expected it somewhat, but not to this extent. I then realised something. I would never walk again, never stand again. I started to cry again, that was all I could do. Liz started talking again somehow sensing why I was crying this time. “Well unlike your legs, your arms are not a totally forgone conclusion, during your sedation I took several physical therapy courses; we are going to work on that. I do still want you to be able to grab things. Who knows in a couple of months you might be able to feed yourself. As it stands the feeding tube is going to stay in for now.” I looked at her with hopeful pleading in my eyes, if she was going to rob me of everything, anything she chose to give back to me was a blessing. “Well I am sure you are tired after today, and you smell like you could use a change, what say we take care of that and get you off to bed okay princess?” Need a change? Then I felt it, I was messy, when did that happen? What could I do, argue? Like that would get me anywhere. “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. She wheeled me into the bedroom, unhooked the vent, hoisted me out of the chair, lowered me to the bed, and reattached the vent. There I lay; I felt the mess in the diaper press against me. I felt so dirty, but much like the wettings of earlier it was a novel experience. I realised then that it was something I was going to have to get used to, if this was going to be my new reality then I was going to have to adjust. Like I did in the clinic, I have to adjust. “Okay Kat, let’s get you clean, and dry and off to bed.” Liz proceeded to untape the diaper and cleanse my most sensitive area. It had been years since I was touched like that, and to my shame I reacted intensely. I had an orgasm during a diaper change, I was so embarrassed. Liz just kept up the cleaning, after all I was unable to move so the orgasm was really just another fluid exiting my body and entering my diaper. She creamed me and powdered me and taped me back into another diaper, the one I would use for the night. “Sweet dreams baby, see you tomorrow” I blinked twice. I felt myself getting really tired all of a sudden, did she drug me? I realised something then, if this was to be my existence for the rest of my life as Liz’s experiment I had to make the most of it. Take all the good and avoid the bad as much as possible. I felt my diaper swell. That was the last thought I had before I passed out. “Hiss, tick” Two years later (Present day) “Good morning sweetie!” Mommy/Liz chimed, as she did every morning. “Are you ready for a big day?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Yes I most certainly am! Let’s go Mommy/Liz!” “Okay then, let’s get baby all ready for breakfast.” Mommy/Liz hoisted me out of my bed, lowered me into my chair, I felt my nightly mess squish against me and the inside of my diaper –I was unfazed by this Mommy/Liz would take care of it. She unhooked my ventilator, reattached my ventilator, and wheeled me into the kitchen. Due to the restrictions imposed on my body by my brace I was pretty limited in the food selections available to me, not like I was ever given any real choice Mommy/Liz knew what was best for me. But because of my good behaviour the last couple of months and the successes I have made with my PT. My brace had been modified to allow me to eat more solid food. I could now open my mouth all by myself, the brace still protruded out of my mouth, covering my teeth like a metal denture but I could do it all by myself! The feeding tube was not gone, I still needed to get my proper nutrition, but at least I got to taste food again. Like plain oatmeal, I love plain oatmeal! Actually that was the only food I got to eat, now that I think about it, but still oatmeal! Yummy! I clumsily spooned the food into my mouth, getting as much on me as in me, but I was proud, I could use my right hand! My left was useless, it wasn’t even my hand. It was a pale plastic imitation, more like a club than a hand. Mommy/Liz was so proud of me, it showed in her eyes, caring and nurturing and full of love. Was that love? Or was that the old predatory, conquering look again? I looked again, nope it was love I am sure of it. “Messy baby, let’s get you all cleaned up” Mommy/Liz took a towel and cleaned my face; she detached the spoon from its Velcro holder on my hand. She removed my soiled bib, and did not place a new one around my neck leaving my brace in full view. That was unusual, is something special happening today? Mommy/Liz wheeled me back into the bedroom. “Let’s get you ready for your shower okay baby?” Not like it was really a question directed towards me, it would happen whether I wanted it or not. Like everything in my life it happened at the whim of Liz. Liz that fucking bitch, I had a moment of dreadful clarity as she was hoisting me onto the shower gurney. Fuck her! She did this to us! Fucking bitch! I feel a cold breeze as my diaper is removed. No! No! No! Bad Kat! Don’t think like that, Mommy is good to us, she takes care of us, and she loves us. No she doesn’t love us! We are her experiment, look what she has done to us! Mommy loves us! She feeds us, changes us, and keeps us warm and safe. My reverie was interrupted by a jet of icy cold water on my head. Apparently Mommy/Liz had been talking to us and we ignored her, which is a big mistake on our part. That is how we lose things, like how we lost our left hand. “Are you listening to me Baby!?” The tone of her voice snaps us back to reality, it is a danger tone. I have no idea what she was talking about, but to not answer is the most dangerous game of all so. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Of course whatever you say” She smiles “I am so glad you see it that way baby, me too” What did I just agree to? Uncertainly fills my heart. The water is warmed up and Mommy/Liz begins washing us. As much as we hate/love her, this feels so good. I relax as much as my brace allows me to. Mommy/Liz soaps me and scrubs me, paying close attention to the delicate skin under my brace, and the sensitive skin of my diaper area. Soon, too soon the weekly shower is concluded. Mommy/Liz dries us off, and closes up our brace and I am hoisted back over to the bed. This is the next best part of my day, the application of a fresh diaper, especially after shower day. I feel fresh for much longer. Mommy/Liz creams me, powders me, and seals me into my new toilet for the morning. Then she is gone, leaving me there lying on the bed, I can’t move. Not an unusual situation for me, I fall into old habits and zone out, listening to my ventilator. “Hiss, tick”. “Do you like it Baby?” Mommy/Liz asks. “I had it made special for you, it is so we can out together, just like we used to.” What is she talking about? Then I see it. It is a piece of clothing. For me? Really? I never get to wear clothing. It is always just my diaper, my brace and my bib. Maybe a blanket if it is cold. An actual piece of clothing for me? I feel tears in my eyes. I love it Mommy! I want to say, but instead, “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. She looks genuinely happy that I like it. It was one of the rare instances where a question was actually directed at me, and not a foregone conclusion posed as a question. “Well let’s get it into you. We’re going for a walk.” What!? Did I hear her right? No, it’s impossible she is taking me outside? Really! I am overwhelmed with joy. I haven’t seen the sky in years, or felt the breeze, or seen anything alive other than Mommy/Liz. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Today rocks! Clothes, and a walk? Fucking A1!” She hoists me up, and places the specially designed dress on me. I feel so pretty. My diaper swells, I am peeing. I pay it no mind, it is doing its job. And just like that I am dressed. Mommy/Liz lowers me back into my chair. The only thing that ruins the moment is that as soon as I am down into my chair, I see a new bib get lowered over my head. “Do you want to see yourself Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice “Yes please Mommy” She wheels me over to the mirror, which when I first saw myself all those months ago I hated it, not that I like it now, but I am used to my reflection. I see myself,my brace is still the most noticeable thing about me, other than my trach and my chair. Next is my diaper. At least to me that is what I see first. But I do my best to ignore all that. I am so pretty! The dress is perfect, you can still see my diaper, and the bib covers the majority of the dress but I don’t care about that. I feel beautiful and special. Just like that, I am dressed. “Ready?” Mommy/Liz asks “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Lets go already” Nine months ago “Hiss, tick” it is the only sound I make, it is not even made by me, but by a machine that I am attached to. I rely on a machine to breathe for me. “Hiss, tick” I hate that noise. Liz enters into my field of view. “Are you ready for your PT dear?” She tries to sound like she cares, but she doesn’t care about me, she did this to me. Crippled me, made me incontinent. Robbed me of my career, my family, EVERYTHING! I hate her. I blink my answer at her. “Hiss, tick” one, two, and three blinks for a “No I am not ready”. “Really, is that how you want today to be? Really? Are you sure? She is asking me all of these questions, I just stare at her, sullenly, with hate. “Okay then, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. I guess someone likes sitting in their wet and stinky diaper. Them that don’t do their PT don’t get a new diaper today.” That makes me think, I don’t really know if I am dirty, I can’t tell unless I am hoisted up and lowered down. I know I am wet though, I am going to assume that she knows that state of the diaper better than me. No, we must be steadfast, this is the only defiance I can muster, not doing my PT. “Looks like someone is going to get a punishment if she keeps this up.” What is she on about now? Punishment what more could she do to me, let her come at me. “Do your worst you Whore!” I shout in my head. All that happens is, “Hiss, tick”. “Kat! This is your last chance, don’t make me do something you are going to regret.” “Hiss, tick” I continue to stare at her. “Fuck you, bitch” “Fine then, you are getting a punishment. Remember this Kat, I gave you chances.” She leaves my field of view, I sense her beside me, near the ventilator. “Hiss, tick” I feel, funny. “Hiss, tick” Really sleepy. Did she drug me again? That is the last thing I remember. “Hiss, tick”. “Good morning Kat!” I hear her voice though the fog. “Have a good sleepy?” I come to, nothing feels different, was that it? Was that the punishment, that’s it? All of those threats for what? A nap? I feel as empowered as I can feel in my situation. “I hope you won’t make me do something like that again, it hurts Mommy to do those things to you. Do you know what I did?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes you stupid whore, you made me have a nap, so what? The more I sleep the closer I am to death and freedom, fuck yourself.” “Really you know?” She walks into my limited field of vision “Really, because I think you think all I made you do is sleep. But really, I did so much more. Remember when I first brought you home I told you ‘it could have be so much worse’ well, I made it a little worse. Do you want to know how?” “Hiss, tick” I blink slowly once, twice. I am beginning to feel fear, what did she do to me this time? “Let’s go over to the mirror Baby, and take a good look at ourselves.” She walked behind me, and wheeled me to the mirror, the mirror that I hate, and the reflection that I hate. “See anything different? Anything missing?” I look, and I look, I feel my diaper swell. Same brace, same vent, same diaper, same chair, no nothing out of my new ordinary. But then I see her motion to her left hand, I look at mine in the mirror. I have always been a lefty, heck it was the one we were focused on during my PT I could even move it, I try. It doesn’t move, it is there I can feel it, I try again. It still doesn’t move. I look at Liz, she looks sad. I look back at my left hand, closer this time, there is something off about it. It is shiny, glossy, FAKE! Oh my GOD!! She took my HAND! My fucking HAND! That was my writing hand, I was practicing so we could communicate. FUCK! I look at her. “Hiss, tick” The tears are streaming steadily onto my cheeks. She looks back at me steadily. “You gave me no choice Baby, I gave you fair warning, that is the punishment you get.” Her tone is monotonous, almost robotic, the look of sadness still in her eyes. “I told you it hurts Mommy to do things like this to you. Maybe now you will be a good Baby, and do your PT like you are supposed to. Now let’s get you to bed you have had a rough day, and you smell like you need a change. Present day “Ready?” Mommy/Liz asks “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Let’s go already” I don’t remember being this excited, I am going outside. Mommy/Liz opens the front door. I feel sunlight on my face, I open my eyes. It is so bright! I close them again, I slowly open them. We lived out in the country? How could I have not noticed? Then again I am always inside. Would that I could breathe on my own I would have gasped, and sighed and gasped again in contentment and wonder. As it was I had to make do with the “Hiss, tick” of my ventilator. “Oh my goodness, Baby, let’s get a hat on your head and sunglasses on your face!” I feel a hat go on my head, and I see sunglasses on the approach. I will admit, I actually appreciate the shades. After years of being in darkness, and semi-darkness, the un-filtered sunlight was a little much for my eyes. “Is that better Baby” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. I am not sure if it was an actual question, or one of the foregone conclusion questions that are directed my way. But experience has taught me, and today’s little reminder reinforced it. Always answer Mommy/Liz. She is wheeling me down the walk, past the fence, and onto the lane. It is so pretty, I can hear birds, the crunch of dirt beneath the wheels of my chair. I see trees. I don’t think I have been this happy in a long time. I could die right now and be content. Maybe life isn’t so bad afterall? Mommy/Liz hasn’t said a thing to me for a while. It takes all of my strength, but I lift my right hand up off of the rest and let it fall limply to the side of my wheelchair. I feel my diaper swell. Mommy/Liz stops the chair, and I feel her grab my hand. Now is my chance. Fingers I demand that you work! They do! I grab Mommy’s/Liz’s hand with mine. We are holding hands, just like we used to. I am sweating with the effort that it took. I guess that effort made me more than sweaty; I pooped too. I am now sitting in a dirty, wet diaper. After all these years though, I hardly care. I hear Mommy’s/Liz’s breathing change, it sounds like a sob. She lets go of my hand. “Hiss, tick” one, two and three I blink my disagreement. “Why did you let go?” She walks around to the front of my chair, and kneels down to my eye level. This is highly out of the norm. Normally I have to strain my eyes to the top of their field to make eye contact. She has never done this before. “Baby, did you try and hold my hand?” I hear the raw emotion in her voice. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” “Baby, does mean that you don’t hate me anymore?” I can see tears in the corners of her eyes. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” “Baby, do you forgive me for what I have done to you?” There is a note in her voice I have never heard before. It sounds like regret and hope. Does she feel bad about what she has done? Does she regret what she did to me? “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” I see her convulse, her shoulders hunch, and her eyes scrunch. And the woman that I loved, and hated, and feared, and love again is crying. No, more than that, releasing. She has been tortured about the things she has done to me. She is so beautiful right now. I feel my diaper swell. She keeps crying, and she comes in and gives me the most passionate kiss on the lips that she is able to manage with my brace. I move my right hand and with all the grace and finesse I have, and stroke her face. My hand falls limply into my lap, exhausted. Now we are both crying. She is sobbing, totally lost in her wave of released emotion. I would be too, but all I get are tears and the steady “Hiss, tick” of my ventilator. Mommy gathers herself, “Baby, are you ready to go home now?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes, Mommy” “Let’s go then” Mommy turns my chair around and starts walking back towards our house. “Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy?” “Things are going to be different from now on okay? No more punishments, I promise. No more drug induced sleeps. I am so sorry for what I did to you. It took a great person, the great person I know you now to be to forgive me for what I have done. I love you Katerina.” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. I feel my diaper swell. “I love you too Mommy” If you wish, you can divorce yourself from me entirely, I will go, I will leave you money enough for the rest of your days, you can hire a professional carer, and I will darken your world no longer. “Hiss, tick” one, two, and three I blink my disagreement. What is she crazed? Liz may have done awful things to Katerina. But she was not Liz and I was not Katerina, At least not anymore. She is Mommy and I am her Baby. “No? You mean you want me to stay?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy” “Really Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy” “Baby? Do you love me?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “I do Mommy, from now to forever I love you” “I love you too my Baby” The End
  24. Version 1.0.0

    All right, this is where Stephanie's stories start getting really interesting, it's one of my all-time top favorites because it really hits on every note one would want from one of these tales. In this new chapter, she finds herself at a week-long Bible camp with only a few shared toilets that she doesn't feel comfortable going #2 in. Her first accident at the pool hasn't taught her to go when she needs to, so as she hikes with her group through the woods, not only do her bowels start to seriously need a movement, but all the water she's drinking has filled her bladder nicely. She has a long way back to camp and knows she won't be able to hold it all til then. Unlike the other two Stephanie stories done so far, this one has a lot of focus on her full bladder, and the long desperation gives plenty of time for intense descriptions and a leak or two. Since I don't want the poop element to deter anyone from enjoying this sensational story, I've made two separate versions as suggested on the boards. The one without the messing accident just has 7 of its pages removed, and an alternate version of one page to bridge the gap a little. Even with that redaction you still get a 20 page comic that includes a brief bonus wetting from a girl in Stephanie's cabin who tells her a comfort story. Buying gets you access to both, with each one having hi-res and low-res copies of each page. The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2014

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  25. From the album OverFlo207 - 2018

    Gift for Nowi Green Poor Fwo is getting what he deserves.. After the incident here: https://nowigreen.deviantart.com/art/Milk-Mix-Up-710060637 Nowi set out to punish her naughty puppy, tricking him into drinking down the whole bottle of laxative. Now for the next few hours, her dumb doggy is reduced to being a helpless pooping puppy. ...X///x...