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  1. Quick story I thought up, apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes. Messing warning if that's not your cup of tea. Diane awoke with a start. As she moved to grab her glasses from the bedside table, she wondered what had interrupted her sleep. She pondered this until a waft of a hot, rotten smell crept up from under the covers and met her nostrils, causing her to gag softly. To her right, her husband Mr. Peanutbutter stirred at the noise before settling down again. Shamefully, Diane realized what she had done – she had farted herself awake. A sudden pressure in her gut confirmed it. Diane sighed. She was extraordinarily poop shy, a habit stemming from her quasi-abusive household. Each time she would drop a deuce in the one shared bathroom she had with her siblings, they would tease her endlessly. As a result, she had learned to pause her bathroom needs until she could discover a suitably secluded bathroom. Diane could live with the frequent abdominal pain and litany of excuses this habit forced her to make. However, her body wasn’t under perfect control, and an all-too-frequent side effect was that she would occasionally pass gas in her sleep. The sulfuric smell coming from the covers was all the confirmation she needed, but another gurgle emanated from deep inside her belly. She got up and scurried over to the bathroom adjoining the private bedroom. Paranoid that Mr. Peanutbutter might listen to her “performance”, she closed the door, turned on the sink, and gently plunked down onto the cold porcelain seat. Clenching her fists and wincing, Diane bore down with as much pressure as her body could muster. She was rewarded with a noisy fart that echoed off the bowl. Diane turned bright red and held her body completely still. When she heard no evidence of Mr. Peanutbutter stirring, she resumed her task with slightly more restraint. “Hmmmmph,” she breathed through clenched teeth, attempting to move the mass unsettling her stomach. However, as opposed to a rewarding solid, more gas escaped her anus. Diane sniffed and winced with disgust and shame as the stench of her digested food assaulted her nostrils. Pushing again, she felt the tip of a log poke its way out of her enlarging hole. She strained, groaning quietly. “Move!” she thought, and felt rewarded as the turd tip slithered further out. “Hey Diane, are you okay in there?” Diane gasped as she heard her husband’s voice at the door. Involuntarily, she felt her anus tighten up and the log retreat back inside of her with a slimy trail. She had been so close to going undiscovered! “Yes, Mr. Peanutbutter! It’s just…um…” Diane stalled, quickly pulling her granny panties and pajama bottoms back on to her person. She looked around for anything that might save her. “Um! The ancient Sumerian spirit Um has taken up residence in our bathroom?” Mr. Peanutbutter called back incredulously. “Don’t worry Diane, I’m coming in to save you!” Diane, who had been frantically racking her brain for any ways to convince her husband that a deity had not intruded on their bathroom, looked at the door with horror. Despite her other preparation, she had failed to lock the door! Turning bright red, she raced toward the door while screaming “No, don’t!” WHAM. The door burst open with an agitated Mr. Peanutbutter behind it. As he entered the bathroom, his face turned from outrage to disgust. “Ugh, Diane! What is that horrible smell?” He wrinkled his nose and pulled his V-neck pajama shirt over his face. “That is just truly disgusting!” “What smell?” Diane asked innocently, trying to keep her face from becoming even redder. Mr. Peanutbutter’s acute sense of smell made it nearly impossible to deny. To be fair, only the most oblivious humans could ignore the warm, meaty stench that hung in the bathroom air. “Diane, it’s disgusting in here. Wait, you came in here in the middle of the night, turned on the sink, and the room now smells like last night’s tacos. There can only be one explanation…” Diane looked down at her feet, ashamed. “Okay, Mr. Peanutbutter. I’m sorry, I have to come clean…” “No Diane, don’t worry, I completely understand. It’s okay!”, he replied. Diane breathed a sigh of relief. “I totally get it now,” he continued, “a skunk must have snuck into our house, ate our dinner, turned on our sink, blasted gas in here, and then run out!” “Um…” Diane tried to interrupt, but Mr. Peanutbutter was on a roll. “No Diane, I know you came in here to do battle with a vengeful Near Eastern spirit, but you clearly misdiagnosed this. I’m certain we must have had a skunk in here. Nothing human could have ever created a smell like this!” Mr. Peanutbutter concluded with a winning smile. “Don’t worry Diane, just come back to bed and we’ll hunt that skunk tomorrow morning.” “Oh…ok…” Diane stammered. For the time being, her need to relieve her bowels had disappeared. She figured she’d be able to sneak into a bathroom tomorrow while her husband was distracted by whatever new harebrained scheme he and Todd had thought up. Rubbing her stomach, she followed Mr. Peanutbutter out of the room. The next morning, Diane woke up with what felt like a mass of clay sitting in her stomach. She didn’t feel like she had to “go” yet, but the urge was definitely making itself known. Mr. Peanutbutter was nowhere to be seen – usually he got up early in the morning to chase mail and hang out with Todd. Diane rolled groggily out of bed and put on her customer jacket and jeans. She trudged off to the bathroom, hoping to move her bowels before her husband got back. But as she opened the door the bathroom, she was greeted with a shocking sight. The toilet had been removed! “Mr. Peanutbutter!” she called out. He and Todd came running into the room, followed by Todd’s friend Emily who shuffled in moments later. “Why is our toilet gone?” Mr. Peanutbutter laughed. “Diane, Diane, Diane. We’re trying to kill two birds at once!” “Um, racist?” Emily intoned. “Sorry, we’re trying to help two birds at once!” “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Diane replied. Suddenly, she was struck with a cramp and doubled over, pressing on her stomach. “But I really need to use the bathroom, so can you hurry up and put it back?” Todd shook his head. “No, Diane. Mr. Peanutbutter told me about your skunk problem, and it was obvious what we had to do. See, skunks love escaping through toilets. That’s their second favorite spot after pizza parlors!” Diane groaned while doing a potty dance. “What’s the other reason?” Todd grinned. “We’re working on a new invention! It’s called: Potty2Go. Mr. Peanutbutter, if you will?” At his cue, Mr. Peanutbutter dragged out an easel with a piece of paper that just had “Potty2Go” written on it. “Has this ever happened to you?” he began. Diane felt a small fart threatening to escape her rear end with something more solid on the way. “Can you skip all the theatrics and just get to the point?” “Okay,” Todd said, “last week, Emily and I were at our favorite dance club, the mall. Suddenly, she said she had to use the bathroom.” Emily started to blush, her face turning the color of her red hair. “But all the bathrooms were closed!” Todd continued. “She held on as long as she could, but after our three mega-lemonades and two hours of doing the twist, she peed all over the floor!” “I had a little accident,” Emily said while staring at the floor. “Oh, no, this was a huge accident,” Todd chimed in. “There was a major puddle everywhere. It got all over our shoes and we had to buy new jeans and underwear for Emily.” “Nobody really noticed,” Emily mumbled. “Oh no, it was a huge deal,” Todd replied again. “She was wiggling and groaning and holding herself. And everyone saw as she peed her jeans completely. I mean, there must have been 50 people there watching as she lost it! Everyone saw, trust me.” Todd finished. Mr. Peanutbutter took up the thread, “so anyway, we’re trying to invent a way that you can avoid humiliating yourself just like Emily did! That’s why we came up with Potty2Go.” Diane winced as she felt her log knocking insistently at her backdoor. “Okay, so why are all our toilets gone?” Todd looked thoughtful. “Well, we haven’t actually invented anything yet. So we decided to take out all the toilets in your house to help motivate us to come up with something!” Emily whined, “Todd I really can’t hold it that much longer. Can we please come up with an idea before I repeat last week’s incident?” Diane let out a silent wet fart. By now, she was sure her white panties had been smeared with residue from her opening asshole. But without a toilet, there wasn’t anything she could do. She had to find somewhere to go! “Todd, do you know where I can find a toilet?” she asked through gritted teeth. “Hmm, well Princess Carolyn isn’t home and her place is pretty close by. Plus I live on her couch rent-free, so mi toileta es su toileta!” Todd held out his hand with a key in it. “Perfect,” Diane shot back through gritted teeth. “Good luck, Emily.” She waddled to the kitchen to grab her car keys. “Thanks!” Emily yelled back, but Diane had already scrambled through the front door. Diane raced inside Princess Carolyn’s apartment, barely stopping to shut the door behind her. “Ugggh” she groaned and held her stomach. She had barely been able to keep it in the car ride over, with her shit threatening to slip out into her slightly dirtied panties. Once or twice, she even felt herself prairie dogging. Frantically, she looked around the dark room. She had been over the apartment once or twice, but had never wanted to use someone else’s toilet. Now, she barely cared that she was about to unleash a nightmare on Princess Carolyn’s poor commode. However, there seemed to be no toilet in sight. Diane groaned. She was at her limit! All of a sudden, she spied a sandbox in the corner up against the wall. “Of course!” she thought. “Princess Carolyn is a cat, and cats go in litterboxes.” Not stopping to think, she raced over the sandbox and pulled down her pants and panties. She barely stopped to register disgust and the dark brown streak marring her unfashionable underwear. She hunched over the sandbox awkwardly – there was enough room for her to put her ass hovering over the sand, but her legs were right toward the front. “I guess this will have to do,” Diane thought, and after looking around to make sure she was alone, she released the floodgates. Her hole yawned as the turd stirred inside of her. Like last night, the tip poked out and Diane registered another noxious contribution to the atmosphere of farts surrounding her. “Grrrr” Diane pushed, and the log emerged more rapidly. The tail grew more quickly until it reached just shy of a foot and coiled neatly into the sand. “Huh, that wasn’t so hard,” Diane thought to herself. All of a sudden, liquid shit came spilling out of her asshole, depositing onto the soiled sand with a cacophony of noise. “Ahhh!” Diane screamed before covering her mouth. Diarrhea continued to spray out of her overtaxed rear end. Diane peeked behind her. While most of her excretion hand landed in the litterbox, she saw with horror that Princess Carolyn’s wall had little flecks of her shit on it. “Oh no,” Diane thought, before she felt a different pressure grow within her. Her eyes widened as she realized that she hadn’t relieved her bladder since yesterday. In vain she tried to stop it, but within the second hot yellow urine gushed sprayed out of her. Owing to the size of the sandbox, her pee sprayed in a continuous arc onto Princess Carolyn’s carpet, staining the blue an even darker shade. “No, no, stop!” Diane tried clenching, but her bladder refused to comply. She watched with horror as more liquid streamed out of her genitalia, creating a shameful smelly puddle on the floor as her semi-liquid turds continued to gush forth. “This couldn’t get any worse,” she thought to herself. All of a sudden, she heard footsteps and saw the light switch flicker on. Princess Carolyn was standing at the foot of the stairs in a robe. “Who’s there?” “Oh no! Princess Carolyn!” Diane shrieked. In vain she tried to pull her pants and underwear over her exposed bottom. “Don’t look!” She felt a warmth run down her backside as her bladder continued its expulsion directly into her favorite pair of jeans. “Ahh!” she screamed again at the unfamiliar sensation, trying to stand up quickly. “Diane? Is that you?” Princess Carolyn watched in horror as her friend stumbled against her wall, trying to preserve her dignity. Diane raised a hand to cover her face. Unfortunately, she felt herself begin to slip with one hand covering her face and the other trying to button her pants. With horror, she toppled backward into the sandbox, smearing her fecal mess on her backside. “Nooooo!” Diane sobbed as she felt a lump rise in her throat. It felt as though she were sitting in a tub of expired chocolate pudding. Princess Carolyn gaped in amazement from a safe distance, holding her shirt above her nose. “Come on, honey, let’s get you cleaned up.” Diane stared vacantly as Princess Carolyn led her into her bedroom. Shortly after they went upstairs, Todd entered the unlocked door. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and wondered aloud “is there a skunk here as well?” Looking for the source of the odor, he saw the sandbox littered with half-smashed turds. Grinning, he shouted out loud “I’ve got it!” and ran out the door. The next day, Diane sat at home on her couch. After learning from Princess Carolyn that the bathroom was right upstairs and that the sandbox she had despoiled was a Prince of Persia replica, she felt even more humiliated. Her mood did not improve as Mr. Peanutbutter, Todd, and Emily walked in. “Guys, please leave me alone. I don’t want to talk right now.” Diane offered feebly. “Diane, we have no time for your pouting. We invented Potty2Go!” Todd beamed proudly. Diane ignored him until she saw the object in Todd’s hands – the sandbox filled with her shameful logs! “Todd, where did you get that?” Diane asked incredulously. “This is our prototype! Yesterday, I came in to Princess Carolyn’s apartment and found this fascinating sculpture. I realized the answer had been in front of us all along! Although I’m not sure what this is made of, it has a very true to life odor.” Diane turned beet red – the offensive smell of yesterday’s poop was quickly filling up the living area. “Please just get rid of that Todd.” Todd shook his head. “Not until you see our demonstration. Observe!” At his words, Emily moved front and center. Diane saw that Emily’s pants seemed strangely full of something, bulging out in all directions. “This is Potty2Go. If you ever need to use the bathroom but you can’t find a toilet, all you need to do is take Potty2Go’s patented sand box and dump it into your pants. Then, you can do what you need to do with no embarrassment and clean it out later! Potty2Go!” Mr. Peanutbutter nodded as Todd delivered the pitch. “You guys know there is something for this – a diaper” Diane said in a flat voice. “Oh, that’s what one of the people at the mall told Emily to wear!” Todd wondered in amazement. “Okay, I guess we don’t need this. Emily, you can take the sand out of your pants now.” Emily had been wiggling around, her feet constantly moving, but she froze up when she heard Todd’s words. “What?” “Well, there’s no need for Potty2Go now, we can just sell diapers” Todd explained. “Oh.” Emily blushed red. “Well, I kind of need to, you know…”. All of a sudden, a hissing sound filled the air and Emily’s mouth opened slightly. “Uhhh….it might be too late to get your sand back Todd…”
  2. Introduction: Hi! This is sort of my first fiction I've ever written. Probably the longest text I've ever written that wasn't school related. I appologise in advance. English is like my third language, I'm not as fluent as I'd like to be, and even in my own language my story-telling skills suck. If you liked it, that is great. If you didn't like it, please write something that is good then, and share it with our whole community to enjoy! Margaret's biggest in awhile: Margaret stood at the check out line of the grocery store in her local shopping mall. To her fellow shoppers her pose might have come of as a causual feminine stand, there she was behind her almost full cart with her left foot on its toe and knee turned slightly inwards. The truth was, she wasn't concious about it, she just tried to gather her thoughts on what she had picked up and if she had forgotten something. Normally when Margaret went to the store, it was like top 5 things she had to pick up, but tonight was abit out of the ordinary. About a week ago, she had gotten a WhatsApp-message from her old roommate from Universty, Christina, wich she actually hadn't met in person since, what had it been now, 10 months, when they graduated last June. They were besties and all that, but after finishing their degrees they had both gotten a job back in their respective home towns, wich was sadly in quite a distance from each other. Margaret majored in bio engeneering, her friend in cardiology. After abit of texting last week, Christina had said that she had a whole weekend off this week, and as she worked as a hospital nurse that really didn't happen very often. Margaret had been quick to suggest that her friend come stay over at her place for the whole weekend. If Christina traveled up on Friday, Margaret could likely dish up a late night dinner for them. Saturday they could check out the nightlife in town, and Sunday they could just chill out at home before Christina had to travel back in the evening. Both had agreed that this was a fantastic idea, no one knew how long it would be till the next opportunity arose, it could be another 10 months, so they decided to just do it. This is why Margaret was standing at the check out line with an unusually loaded cart this particular Friday afternoon. It was after work rush hour, and on a Friday, you can imagine the stores were quite crowded. The line felt like it had lasted forever. But finally! The person right infront of Margaret was now the one being serviced at the register, so she took a step forward, gently stroaked her wawy brown hair behind her ears and started loading her items on to the counter. Vegetables, taco shells, spices, extra toilet paper, meat, some toast bread, a couple of cases with beer and a box of red wine (hey, no one care how sophisticated it is, as long as it gives you a buzz, right). She had planned to "surprise" Christina with tacos, it's what they used to have every Friday for the 5 years they used to live together. By the time Margaret had unloaded her cart the guy in front of her had finished, so she stepped forward to the register, asked for 5 plastic bags, paid, then walked to the end of the counter and started loading the groceries into the bags. While standing there, her right leg now sort of migrated to the same possition her left leg was in earlier. Foot on its toe and knee turned slightly inwards. Any boys who might have walked by could also have noticed that her big shapely buttocks seemed to be alittle tighter than normal, as if she were flexing them abit. The truth was, she really needed to use a restroom quite badly, and this was her body's practically subconcious way of relieving some pressure off of her pelvic muscles. Margaret was of course aware of this need, but she paid very little attention to it, and at 8/10 it's not like it was an emergency yet. She straigtened her right foot and put it down on the floor so that she stood there with her legs sort of loosely crossed over her calfs while she finished packing up her things. Five bags ready, she had to reposition her fingers a few times to catch a good grip on it, it was heavy, but with about equal weight in both hands this should be fine, and she started walking out of the check out area, into the main alleyway of the shopping mall, and towards the front entrence. Margaret was quite a sight on any day, with her volupteous curves, but walking down the mall this day with heavy bags in both her arms, and trying to keep her shoulders straight, it kind of accentuated her large breasts, that wabbled alittle bit with each step she took. She herself was not very confident with her body, all her friends were much slimmer, she thought she looked like a plump hippo, big boobs, a round buttom, and most of all she hated how her belly would sort of fold over the edge of her jeans/pants when she was sitting or bending. (Stupid girl, no one's stomack is flat when they are sitting down, she looked gorgeous). As she passed the restrooms, she shook her head to one side in an attempt to get one stubborn wawy brown hair lock out of her face. Her lovely blue eyes shot a longing look over her shoulder at the lady's sign in the short moments after she passed her last opportunity to go before getting home. It was too much of a hassle to get in there with all these bags, so without hesitation she continued out to the parking lot, and found her car. Under normal circumstances she might even have considered stopping by the toilets for a quick pee, but not with all the bags, and she actually needed to do alot more than a neat little pee. It was however her bladder that kept nagging her the most though. She hadn't peed since lunch break, wich wasn't uncommon for her, she never peed inbetween luch break and upon getting home, but this day the shopping had taken longer than anticipated, and she could now feel her bladder press in her lower stomach area. Of course the shopping could've been done any of the previous 5 days, but Margaret had it with procrastinating everything. In the middle of the parking lot she halted for half a minute or so, partially so she could put down her bags and stretch her fingers, but equally much so she could cross her legs and bend over a little bit. It was quite bad, Margaret hadn't had to go this bad in several months. Her dark blue jeans were like painted on, skin tight, and kept pushing right around her waste line, and it didn't help that her intestines put pressure on her bladder from the inside either. Pooping was never something clockwork and regular for Margaret, she went number two maybe every other day or so, and it was usually one or two solid logs, but the consistency depended alot on what she had eaten. It was one of these big solid regular movements that was now filling her bowels, and making that extra pressure on her balloon of pee behind her uthrea. After renewing her grip of her shopping bags, she continued to her car. A few meters before she reached the old rusty Toyota that she called her car, she let rip this long muffled fart. She could feel the warmth linger in her bikini panties while it slowly seeped through the fabric. It lessened the pressure on her bladder ever so slightly. "Fuck, I really don't wanna piss myself today!" Margaret thought as she reached her Toyota, and opened the back door in order to put in her groceries. Soon she would be in the privacy of her own car, that could only make it easier to hold herself. Even if she did loose a few spurts on the drive home, it wouldn't be a big deal, no one would see it, and it was far from the first time her driver's seat had been dampened by urine. She just didn't want it to happen today. Today was going to be a good day, Christina was coming. Besides, she had been doing so good lately, not even dribbled in her underwear in atleast 3 weeks, and she didn't want to break that possitive chain. You see, Margaret kind of had a habbit of never going to the toilet untill it was absolutely necessary, not because she despiced using public facillities or something, but more because she couldn't be bothered, and always tended to overestimate how easy it would be to hold it and just go at a later stage. It wasn't rare for Margaret to first head to the toilet after she had felt a few dribbles in her panties, or after she had started turtleheading. This, understandably, lead to freqent minor mishaps, and atleast a handful of times a year it would result in a full on shoe soaking and/or panty filling accident. This was not something Margaret was proud of, nor was she particularilly embarrassed about it either. It was just something that happens. Most of the friends she had had throughout the years had never teased her over it, some would be sympathetic, others would try as good as possible to act oblivious about the fact that their friend had just had an accident. Christina was one of the few that actually aknowledged it, she would kind of lightheartedly try to laugh and joke it off whenever it happened infront of her, and boy had it happened infront of her many times during the years they lived together. About every time they were coming home from a party, or just a long school day or something, Margaret would sprint ahead as soon as their apartment block was in sight, and by the time Christina made it inside and was taking off her jacket and shoes, Margaret would sheepishly emerge from the bathroom and head to her bedroom with a wet patch the size of a dinner plate on her jeans or dress. Other times Christina would come in to a pungent smell in the hallway, and hear the shower running. But back to this day, all this was to say that Margaret was no stranger to having accidents. She just really really didn't want to start of this great weekend with a big cleanup, even though the urgency of her needs more and more started to make her realize that the inevitable was going to happen. Margaret shut the trunk, and walked up to the driver's door, crossed her legs while she opened it, and then slowly lowered her thick beautiful rounded butt into the seat. "God, I'm fucking not gonna make, again! Damn!!" Margaret thought to herself as her butt hit the seat, and the waistband and top button of her slim fit jeans dug into her lower belly, and a sharp pain became apparrent at the top of her bladder. She cursed herself for not going before she left work, this pain was too much to endure for her. Margaret was somewhat of a crybaby, if she felt any sort of pain, she would instantly start to feel tears well up in her eyes, and something tighen in the back of her throat. It was often at this stage she started leaking, partially because her muscles were too numb to hold back anymore, and partially she let it happen because it might relieve some of the pain. This was reaching that level of bad really fast. "I'm never gonna make this anyway, I might as well let out a good few spurts, this hurts, and I kinda already have to shower from this sweaty struggle of a drive home it's gonna be". The car could be cleaned. She knew from experience that if she scrubbed the seat with soapwater and let it air out, the smell of an accident would be mostly gone by 3-4 days. Actually, the center of the seat was a tiny bit discolored from all the times it had been wet, and on warm days a faint odor could almost always be smelled in this car, but not bad enough that anyone would notice unless they knew it was there. Not that it mattered, she commuted alone anyway. The Toyota gave a roar as Margaret put it in gear, backed out of the parking spot, and turned out of the parking lot and on to the road. Sitting down driving, it was impossible to cross her legs, so she sat with her legs normally, but her left knee were bumping up and down at a rapid pace. Suddenly the knee stopped, her left hand shot to her croth and she sqeezed her thighs together. A few droplets left her labias and trickled down her perineum towards her asshole. Then a couple of more followed the same path. Margaret could feel a tiny bit of dampness on her index and middle finger. This was no use. She put her hand back up at the steering wheel, and let her legs migrate out to a natural sitting possition. No debate was needed in her mind, a decission was made to try relieve some of this pressure. She let out one half second spurt. Then a 1 second spurt. Then another 1 second spurt. By now an area around her whole pussy and down to her asshole was covered in hot wetness. It hadn't helped anything to relieve the pain inside her though. If anything, this had only intensified the urgency. "Screw it!" Magaret said out loud to herself. She sighed heavily, and her shoulders dropped atleast a couple of centimeters when she completely relaxed her pelvic muscles. An audible hiss could be heard as the stream grew to hit her clothes with full force. Now the wetness spread out over her whole buttocks, it went up inside her groins to completely circumference her hips. Then it proceeded to wet the insides and undersides of her thighs down to the knees, some pee started to pool up between her legs, and a little bit went up her buttcrack and wet the lowest of her back. "Aaah!" she sighed, "I fucking knew I wouldn't make it, I haven't pissed myself this bad since I passed out at Jordan's party, but heck what a relief". It felt like her whole lower half was wrapped up in a warm soggy towel. But her body wasn't finished yet. As the last drops of pee made their way out, she could feel a fart brewing. Without thinking properly, Margaret just let it rip like she would do anytime she was alone. In her euphoric relief she had halfway forgotten how badly she needed to go number two too. Two days worth pressing on her sphincter. She could possibly have helt it in untill she came home, but when she let out this 3 second fart, it set the whole process in motion. The first half was like a normal rippling fart, "prrftprr". The second half of it was like when you can feel air going around a big turd inside you, and sort of seep out through a half open asshole, "ffffffff". When the fart ended, her asshole never closed, the poop was right at the edge of her ring. Margaret tried to squeeze it back inside, but moving anything upwards seemed quite impossible, and squeezing only made something shift further up in the intestines, and it hurt alot. "I gotta pinch off a nugget". This was also not something too unfamiliar for Margaret. In fact, the last time this had happened was in January. Sometimes when she helt her poop for too long, it would start to turtlehead beyound the point where it could be pressed back in, typically this would happen on her drive home, and Margaret would often just let it slide out untill it stopped agaist the seat and pinch off the end of her poop in her underwear. A golfball or two was usually enough to make her able to hold it till she could finish on the toilet, atleast if she wasn't wearing a belt, then a bit more might typically squeeze out as she fidgeted and struggled to undo her clothes. Margaret relaxed her sphincter. "A little shit won't make any difference, the seat is already drenched in piss". The head of an enormous poop started slowly sliding out, and this felt just like doing a normal poop on the toilet, untill it met resisistance, it coiled up alittle bit right around her asshole, and formed a mushroom head the size of a potato, before it stopped. This was abit more than she had anticipated, and the part that was stuck inside her ring right then was so hard that she didn't know if she could even pinch it off. Margaret squeezed with all her strength, in one big effort her face scrunched up and her knokles whitened around the steering wheel, but she was unable to clench it off. When she relaxed again to draw her breath, the poop inched alittle bit further than before, as it filled out where the squeeze had flattened some poop and created alittle room. "Christ, it's a biggie". This was a very uncomfortable, sitting there with the log half in half out, something needed to be done. She started pushing, "mhmm". The poop extended slowly, and the warm ball around her asshole grew slightly, and it stopped again. With her butt sitting down, and her skintight jeans, the poop had no place to go. She kind of bit her lower lip, pressed her back against the back of her car seat, tried to hold her feet steady while still driving, and lifted her butt off the seat. "Mmmhhrrrrmmh". Her face grimaced up, her asshole stretched to its limit, and this hot sticky pancake spread out her buttocks. "Grrrrr". Her buttcrack was packed all the way up. There was still a pretty wide part going through her asshole. She panted alittle bit, and gave a final push. "MmGrrrhmmmgrrrr". The last bit of the poop was quite abit softer and warmer, it coiled up right around her assring, and to finish it off a 3 second spurt of piss shot out and splattered all over the already soaked seat. After a few heavy sighs and alittle breathing, she slowly lowered herself down into sitting again. The poop was so hard it hardly flattened at all. It felt like she were sitting on a melon. The insides of Margaret's thighs already started to feel abit cool against her skin, as she pulled the Toyota into the main road and caught up with an SUV that were driving 10 km/h below the speed limit. "This ought to be one of the biggest craps I've ever taken on myself, glad I didn't wear a thong today, that would've been a mess", Margaret kind of nonchalantly thought to herself. She wasn't looking forward to the cleanup at all, and she never ever intended to have any accidents, but when they did happen it was never a big deal to her. She just saw it as another 15 minutes before she could start dinner. "Everybody piss and shit, pretty much several times a day, sometimes alittle bit ends up up in our underwear, so what, humans make mistakes, it's life". Wich was true though, all of Margaret's friends had had atleast one accident that she knew about. Christina, whom Margaret had lived together with for 5 years, had atleast had 4 accidents that she know of. 3 times Chistina had wet her bed after a drunk party, and one time she had an upset stomach while out jogging, and did a messy load in her running tights. But nothing came close the frequency she herself had full blown accidents though, wich had to be like every two three months or so. Margaret thought nothing more of it. It wasn't strange for her at all. "I guess some people piss themselves alittle more often, just like some people grow muscles faster than others, and some people even like pineapple on pizza, we're all genetically different". From her accident, her mind soon wandered off to the rediculously slow driver infront of her, and she wondered the hell this person had gotten his license. She turned on the blinker and drove passed this lame ass car. Luckily, the rest of the 10 minute drive home went on without anything noteworthy. She pulled into the driveway of the old douplex suburbian house she could afford to buy half of when she moved back here. "Home, sweet home! Best place morgage can buy!". Margaret stopped under the roofed parking spot on her side of the house, eased herself out of the car, picked up her groceries from the back and waddled inside. By now the jeans were all cold and sticky. She left the shopping just inside the door to the kitchen, and hurried stiff legged to the bathroom. The saturated denim clung to Margaret's shapely thighs, and left a glistening shine on her upper legs as the pants were pulled off on the bathroom floor, then she hung her jeans over the edge of the laundry hamper to dry, and she could put on a wash after she had prepared the dinner. Now she squatted above the toilet, pulled down her heavily loaded bikini panties just enough to flip it around and dump the load, then she stepped into the shower with her panties still around her thighs to start the procedure of cleaning herself up. .....................................................................................Thanks alot for reading!.................................................................................................................................................
  3. Hey all! This is my first shot at writing a story so bare with me if it isn't very good. This will focus more on pooping than anything but there will be pee moments as well. Not sure how many parts this will be yet but more to come for sure! I would love to hear feedback! Sorry this section is a bit light, it'll get more exciting as we go on. WARNING: This section is pretty tame, it contains peeing and one fart but there are mentions of farting and pooping throughout. College move-in day is always a bit nerve wracking, but for Riley it was exciting. Riley was a bit on the taller side for a girl, 5”9. She was also skinny. Like skinny skinny, it’s not that she didn’t eat, she ate a normal amount, she just had a decently fast metabolism. She had a bit of a tiny butt but it was still firm. She had light brown hair that she wore straight and went about halfway down her back. She also had brown eyes to match her hair and freckles all around her eyes. She woke up Sunday morning pumped as hell. “Dang, college” she thought. She couldn’t believe the day had finally arrived. She was so excited for the college experience, having a roommate, studying late in the library, the cute guys, all of it. Riley was an only child and while she enjoyed the attention it got lonely sometimes. She would be rooming with her friend Sammy, now Sammy wasn’t like her best friend but she was one of her best. She had known her since middle school and they had grown close, she just didn’t see her often on account of Sammy’s mom being so strict. But she would see Sammy 7 days a week now! She was excited to get to know her even better! Riley laid in bed scrolling Instagram and Twitter when she felt a twinge in her bladder. In all the excitement she had forgotten about her morning pee need. I mean everyone has it, some more urgently than others. You have that person that wakes up bursting and has to immediately get out of bed and get to a toilet. For some they have to go but can put it off for awhile, just a small need. Riley was smack in the middle, she definitely had to go but it wasn’t an unbearable level. See the benefit to being an only child was that she had her own bathroom in her own room, well maybe that wasn’t an only child thing more a upper middle class person thing. So Riley never had to wait for a sibling to finish up and be forced to hold. Riley walked into her bathroom and shut the door behind her, even though she had her bedroom door shut she liked to shut her bathroom door anyways. She didn’t want her parents to walk in on her and see her on the toilet. Riley was pretty shy about that stuff, even with family members. She really didn’t like using the bathroom away from home, she didn’t know why but she just didn’t like others knowing she had to go. She knew everyone went and all that stuff but she still didn’t like it. She would pee if she was bursting, but pooping was saved for absolute emergencies. She would pee at friends houses but would try her best to avoid pooping at them. So Riley pulled down her polar bear pajama shorts and her pink panties and sat down on the toilet. She immediately began gushing out pee that hit the water and echoed through the room. She gave a small sigh, she hadn’t been bursting but it felt good to get the night’s pee out. She peed for about 25 seconds then her streamed died down and she wiped and flushed, pulling up her pj shorts. All Riley could feel inside her was excitement, she was excited for the college experience and couldn’t wait to move in. She went downstairs to find a breakfast of champions. Her mom had made pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, sausage and cinnamon rolls. “Oh, good morning sweetheart!” she exclaimed. “Mom, you really didn’t have to go all out.” Riley said already grabbing a plate and grabbing some pancakes. “I just wanted you to have one last homemade meal before you head off” she replied back smiling. Riley stuffed herself with a little bit of everything, especially the pancakes which were one of her favorite foods. “Mom, that was delicious, thank you so much!” Riley spent the rest of her morning gathering up her things and making sure she had everything she needed. The college she was going to was only an hour away so it wasn’t as stressful, but she did not want to forget a single thing. It was around 1 p.m. which meant it was time to get going. Riley helped load everything into her parent’s car and went back upstairs to double check her room to ensure that she hadn’t forgotten anything. While up there she decided to pee in her room one last time, as she walked in and closed the door she thought about how this would be the last time for a few weeks she’d be using her own private bathroom. In college she would be sharing a bathroom with her roommate, and she couldn’t lie. She was a bit nervous, especially when it came time for bigger needs. But she figured she’d cross that bridge when she got there. She pulled down her jean shorts and sat down, peeing a lighter stream than this morning but still a decent stream as she had drank a decent amount of OJ this morning. In the middle of her stream a fart slipped out, it was one of those farts that echoed in the bowl, it started low pitched and ended squeaky-like. Breakfast foods always made Riley gassy, and usually got her bowels going. It’s why she used to skip breakfast in high school, she would have to take a dump at school and be forced to hold it the whole day. She didn’t have to go now though, and with her bladder empty she headed down to the car to begin her trip to to begin college.
  4. View File Diaper Bondage Fart Name says it all. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/18/2020 Category Diapers and ageplay
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  6. Here's a story about desperation and farting in one. Partially in response to a "fart omorashi" thread. Anyone who is put off by farts, do not read this. Also, this time will be OC since my EqG stories don't get a lot of views. They are not meant to resemble any real persons. Sorry if it gets a bit stretchy. My stories often do. Desperation and Farting Four girls were going on a long summer roadtrip, staying overnight, and would be heading back next afternoon. They were all in their early twenties. Ashley, who was driving, had dark hair, and was wearing a red T-shirt and black leggings. Tracy, who was in the front seat, had blonde hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a pink tank top and teal miniskirt. Michelle, who was in the left back seat, had brown hair and wore a black T-shirt and jeans. Sunny, who was in the right back seat, had long blonde hair and wore a white tank top and short, tight jean shorts. She was the most attractive of the four. Before they left their city, they each got a bottle of water to drink along the way. While Ashley, Tracy, and Michelle got water bottles which they drank sparingly, Sunny also got an extra large slushy and drank it all before they were even outside the city. Only 15 minutes into the drive, Sunny felt her stomach gurgle. She figured she was just hungry, so she ate some crackers they had brought for the trip. Her stomach gurgled and cramped over the next few minutes, until a powerful and unpleasant feeling hit her. She needed to fart. Bad. Maybe having beans for breakfast wasn't such a good idea. She held it in, trying her hardest not to fart in the car with her three friends, but the pressure was growing more intense. She had been in this situation before but always was able to hold it until she could find somewhere quiet to let it all out. "You all right, Sunny?" Michelle asked, noticing Sunny's discomfort. "I'm fine," said Sunny. A few minutes later, she was really having trouble holding it. She wasn't sure if she could keep from farting before the first gas station. Her stomach gurgled loudly and she groaned. "Are you sure you're all right?" Michelle asked. Before Sunny could answer, she couldn't hold it anymore. BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! PPRRRRT! She blushed as a loud, long, deep-pitched fart made its way out of her, followed by a shorter but equally loud fart. "Phew," said Ashley, opening all the windows of the car. Then she, Tracy, and Michelle giggled. Sunny also giggled, a bit nervously. "Excuse me," she said. "I had beans for breakfast." "That'll do that to you," said Tracy. Sunny was still blushing a little, but wasn't overly embarrassed. She'd probably laugh about it in the future, for all four of them thought farts were funny. About a half hour into the trip, an urge of a different kind hit Sunny. She had to pee. But she was sure she could hold it, so she hid her desperation. As they approached the first gas station, Ashley asked "Anyone have to go to the bathroom?" "No," said Tracy and Michelle. "I'm fine," said Sunny. She did have to go but she thought she could hold it. But with all she drank to day, soon she had to pee really badly. She crossed her legs and fidgeted. "If you have to fart again, just fart," said Michelle. Sunny giggled a bit, then said "No, I have to pee." "Why didn't you say so before the gas station?" Ashley asked. "I thought I could hold it." "You shouldn't have drank that extra large slushy," said Tracy. "And that big coffee with breakfast," said Sunny. "I should've gone before we left." "You'll just have to hold it till the next gas station," said Ashley. "How far is it?" "About an hour." Sunny groaned and fidgeted more. Over the next hour, Sunny's desperation increased. Her bladder was very full and she was squirming harder than ever. She accidentally farted a few times, which made the other girls giggle. "Ooh... I have to go pee real bad!" Sunny crossed her legs tighter than ever and kept fidgeting. Finally they reached the gas station. Ashley pulled into a parking spot and Sunny ran into the gas station and searched for the bathroom. To her dismay it had an Out of Order sign on it. She groaned and ran back to the car. "That was fast," said Tracy. "It's out of order," said Sunny, holding herself and fidgeting. "Then you'll have to hold it till we reach our destination," said Ashley. "I don't think I'm gonna make it." Sunny really needed to go. As they took off, she leaked a bit into her pink panties. She squirmed and crossed her legs, but over the next ten minutes she leaked a few more times, dampening her shorts. She had never experienced this level of desperation before. After these ten minutes, she knew she was about to burst. "I can't... hold it... any longer..." Her overflowing bladder gave out. Sunny began peeing uncontrollably, soaking her jean shorts and the seat where she sat. She couldn't help but sigh in relief. The hissing sound was audible to all the other girls, as was the pee smell. They couldn't help but giggle. Sunny peed for about a minute, enjoying the relief and even the warm wetness. When she finished, she said "Ah, that's better." "Are you all right?" Michelle asked. "I wet my shorts." Sunny blushed lightly but giggled. It was kind of funny, and she'd always laugh whenever someone wet themselves in a movie. The other girls laughed with her. "Did you bring a change of clothes this time?" Michelle asked. "No," said Sunny. She always slept in what she was wearing and wore it on the trip back. So she had to stay in her wet shorts until they dried. But she didn't mind too much. Wetting herself wasn't a huge deal for her. She let out a wet fart, and they all laughed. ... They had lots of fun in the other city during the day, and then at night they went to the hotel bar for a few drinks. While the other girls had a moderate amount to drink, Sunny drank lots of beer and got really drunk. In the end, Michelle had to carry her back to their room, while Ashley and Tracy shared another room. Michelle carried Sunny over her shoulder. Her shorts had dried but they still smelled of pee. "I have to go to the bathroom," Sunny said drunkenly. "You have to go to bed," said Michelle. Sunny farted in Michelle's face. Michelle giggled and patted Sunny's butt lightly. Michelle got Sunny into her bed and then lay in her own bed. Sunny farted several times in her sleep, and then Michelle could hear a soft hissing sound. Sunny was wetting the bed. ... Sunny woke up the next morning really hung over. "Whoa. How much did I drink last night?" "Too much," said Michelle, who was already awake. Sunny felt her wet shorts and the wet spot on the mattress under her. She sat up and pulled her sheets back. "Oopsie... I wet the bed." She blushed, but giggled. Ashley and Tracy laughed when they found out. As usual Sunny wasn't overly embarrassed and found it kind of funny. Of course she had to ride back home in wet shorts. She drank another big slushy before the trip, and when she had to pee, she just went in her shorts, and all four girls laughed. When they got home, the other girls gave her a bath in her pee-soaked outfit at her house. She didn't object, she thought it would be fun, and it was. She farted in the tub a few times, which made all of them laugh.
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    Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/MessyAcademy (New exclusive builds are updated to patreon supporters every 2 weeks! All support helps towards artwork right now. More details on patreon page ) Build_0.03 changes & known issues- -All of Free day section is complete. (if affection value for girl is 0, it can cause the game to get stuck after some dialogue. This is fixed in Build_0.04) -Chapter 1 has been reworked! (dialogue, choices, etc. has been added!) -Known Issues- -Free day section in this build doesn't know how to proceed with dialogue if affection stat with the girl is at value 0. There is some other minor areas in the free day section that has bugs as well, these have been fixed and addressed but sadly it was late for release and won't receive a hot fix for these issues. Please understand and know that they are addressed in the next coming build. What is Messy Academy? Messy Academy is a 18+ erotic visual novel that puts a major focus on it's story of mystery, slice of life, drama and lastly is themed around diapers. The main goal in mind with this series is that while the game has a general theme of diapers and it's a focus point through the game. The game prides itself on the mystery behind the academy and puts very good work into the world building for these characters. I'd like to think that you could remove the diaper themes all together and with what you'd have left, still be able really enjoy the game purely for it's story and character building. (The game is in the process of slowly moving from 3dcg into 2d art form, as it's always been my intention for this.) Players will take the role of Brandon, a young man who managed to hack and find a loophole within the academies computer system. He adds his name, along with his two friends to the student list, knowing that the academy would be breaking it's contract by refusing to accept them. But why go through all that trouble to get into an all girl's school? Well in order for him to get the best chances of getting a girlfriend and losing his virginity of course! But these boys quickly learn that the school has a very unique and padded rule in order to attend.. Who runs the academy? How are they kept in secret from the public's eyes? How are they able to get away with the craziness happening at the school? You'll have to find out by playing Messy Academy.. Tags: 3dcg, Drama, Mystery, Slice of life, Optional NTR, Male protagonist, Optional BDSM, Handjob, Diapers, Farting, Facesitting, Wet, Messing, Humiliation, School setting, Anal sex, Vaginal sex, Oral, Straight sex, Creampie, Footjob, Pregnancy, Titfuck, Dirty talk, Erotic spanking, Group sex, Lesbian sex, Outdoor sex, Public sex, Big tits, Small tits, Unlockable sexual content. (Tags can be updated later.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: Messy Academy contains scenes of sexual content and is intended for adults only. Any art or implying of characters being underage within the game aren't meant to be done so. While the game is set at an academy, these characters are not underage or minors, nor are they based on anyone in real life. Anything that might suggest these mentioned themes are purely part of fetishes or kinks that might be suggestive, but not intended to play them off as underage characters. There might be routes and choices in the game that lead down some hardcore content, we try our very best to keep a updated list of tags towards the top of this page to warn of this content, in most cases these extreme or hardcore content choices are optional and will give a warning within dialogue or story before hand. We understand that even if our story and character building could be good enough to stand on its own, not everyone will be interested in a game that still has a focus on diapers. That's your choice, as much as one might choose not to play any game with "insert fetish/kink here". The team behind the game takes no responsibility for anyone under the age of 18+ who decides to ignore our warnings and play the game on their own will.

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  8. [Hello everyone! Nikolai here with a new story series! Today, I wanna make a story where you, the reader, are now roommates with two skunk girls who love to fart and sometimes mess~ hope you enjoy the series~] "Man, I've been walking down this road for ages now.. where is this place?" You ask yourself, looking down at the paper in your hands. Your parents have recently kicked you out of the house, and you needed a place to live. On the paper, there are two names under the residents section. Miku and Keko. Miku and Keko are two lovely skunk girls looking for a third roommate. You happened to be the lucky winner. Lucky you, huh? The only thing is, you don't know the two girls are skunk girls. You just assumed they were possibly ordinary girls or a couple of nekos. You stop in the middle of the block you were walking on. You look down at the paper and read the house number to yourself. "1438.." You say as you look up from the paper, looking for the house with that number. You notice a dark purple house that stands out from the rest. It looks very tidy and cared for, and that's what catches your eye. You read the digits next to the front door. "1438.." You say quietly to yourself. Then your eyes light up as you realize that this was the place! "Oh finally! I was beginning to think that the house was fake!" You say excitedly. Without hesitation, you swiftly walk up the walkway leading to the front porch. You continue walking up the stone pathway, eager to meet both Miku and Keko. As you walked up the pathway, your nerves made you feel slightly nervous. You've never really spoken to many girls before. Maybe you'll get along with these two! You finally reach the porch, and gently step up the single stair. You slowly walk up to the front door. You take in a deep breath, nervous on meeting your new roommates. You extend your hand out in front of you slowly, and your finger gets closer and closer to the doorbell. Your finger meets the doorbell, and you ring it. You hear the doorbell ring inside the small little house. Then you hear two female voices from inside. "Oh, who could that be??" You hear one say. "Ooh! It must be the new roommate! Let's go greet him!" You hear the other say. You stand there for a few moments before the door opens, revealing the two girls. One girl was wearing a white and black hoodie, with black leggings. The other was in a blue tank top with grey leggings. But you immediately noticed the one thing that stood out the most about these two girls. They both had huge, fluffy skunk tails and cute little skunk ears. And their hair was black eith little white stripes in it. This took you by surprise as you have never seen a skunk girl before. "Hello! You must be the new roommate! I'm Keko! And this is Miku!" The one girl in the hoodie said as she wrapped her arm around the other and pulled her close. [This is the end of the first part! If you like it, stay tuned for the next part! ♡]
  9. View File FF - 212 - JAV Public Library Panty Poop Accident *** Contains Pooping and Farting **** You have been warned **** So this is from a Japanese blog with good wetting content. I'm not at all into poop related things, but I thought people might still like these, they feature Japanese women in skirts in a public library setting, farting, but it turns out to be more than a fart, and they poop their panties, while all the while someone is sitting or standing nearby. Interesting genre, I know we've had a few shared on here in the past, as well as a similar scenario but with peeing in school classrooms. Note that the ripping program I used put these videos in a strange format, but they will play easily on VLC. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/18/2017 Category Female videos Clothing
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    A new boy student shows up at the school right in time for another training session.. But how will Brandon handle this situation, now that he wasn't the only guy in school.

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  11. a lot like my last one, but with a bit less desperation tracer pops out of a mission for a sorely needed bathroom break she accidentally farts trying to push out a bit more... not realizing she's still on active voice contact with mercy nudity involved omoop3vr2.mp4
  12. Sometimes after I pee, I fart. Do you people enjoy the sound of a good fart after peeing?
  13. Anne of Browndale Chapter 2 – A friendship renewed (I have shared this story elsewhere but if you've not already come across it I hope you'll enjoy it. Although it forms part of a series of stories which can be read as entirely separate ones, it's effectively a sequel to Monday's Pleasure. Just a word of warning. It contain's #2 and the build up to it so if that's not your thing you may prefer to pass it by.) It was twenty past eleven on a Sunday morning. Anne closed the churchyard gate behind her, content that whatever people thought of her, she’d at least done her duty. Being the rector’s wife wasn’t easy, particularly when people didn’t take to her and were quick to judge, something she’d found out on arriving in Browndale. Her cheery if optimistic “See you later” to the Major’s wife as they’d left church had met with the muttered rejoinder “Not if I can help it!” Still she’d borne people’s unfriendliness with a good grace and at least shown willing by serving for Archie at the Sung Eucharist. As she filled the cruets in the vestry before the service and tied the girdle to her alb, Archie had come over and whispered: “Anne, you haven’t been, have you?” Whatever answer she gave he knew her well enough to know that she’d not ‘been’ – in fact she hadn’t ‘been’ since Thursday. Earlier that morning as they lay in the stillness of their rectory bedroom she’d cut one of those silent but ever so deadly ‘egg sandwich’ farts which had sent Archie dashing to frantically open the window and get dressed. He’d had to take the eight ‘o clock at Willingham Parva and needed to get a move on but Anne’s 6.53am SBD hadn’t exactly been the alarm call he’d wished for. Radio 4 news when the wireless was programmed to come on at seven would have done just fine, thank you. He’d not said a word of reproach but the expression on his face left her in little doubt that he didn’t approve. At least his nose told him from experience that nothing worse than foul air lurked beneath the duvet. Four and a half hours had passed since then. At least she’d managed to not fart in church, but Anne sensed an increasing fullness in her back passage and knew the “turtle’s head” wasn’t far from emerging. She needed to pee too, having not emptied her bladder for thirteen hours. That wasn’t a personal record by any means and she was used to long holds but there were limits. Doubtful whether she’d make it back to the rectory, Anne headed to some woods just outside the village which were owned by Major and Mrs Hancock. For once she’d have a “country ‘un” – a pleasure she’d rarely been able indulge since her youth, so happily spent in the Norfolk countryside. Deftly negotiating a stile, Anne made her way into the woods and, twigs crackling beneath her feet, quickly found a clearing. She was ‘touching cloth’ by now and realised that if she didn’t deal with matters quickly she’d shit herself. Needing to poo that bad was the greatest feeling in the world and she longed to savour it but could tell from the sensations ‘down below’ that time wasn’t on her side. Her distended bladder ached too and there was little doubt that it had almost reached its limit. Having successfully unbuttoned her jeans, Anne discovered that the zip was causing her some trouble, and she knew it served her right for buying cheap jeans. As she struggled with the zip, Anne felt a large spurt of pee escape from her pussy, splashing into her panties. Quickly she stemmed the flow, clamping her well trained sphincter muscles. If she could avoid complete disaster so much the better. Eventually freeing her zip, Anne froze as she felt a turd easing its way out of her bottom into the seat of her panties. Dropping her jeans and easing her panties down, Anne squatted and just gave way to the inevitable. Pee cascaded out of her pussy landing on the woodland floor and splashing her shoes in the process. After a minute of joyous, full throttle peeing, her stream subsided to a trickle before eventually stopping. Now for the serious business. Cutting one of those wonderful eggy farts (she’d not been nicknamed ‘eggy’ in a previous life for nothing) Anne head a familiar crackling noise as a large turd snaked its way out of her bottom and landed on the woodland floor. Another one followed – and another. A couple more farts then followed and finally, two more large turds dropped out. It felt absolutely amazing. Some things were well worth waiting for and this certainly was. Extracting some tissue paper from her jeans pocket – she always carried some – Anne wiped her pussy and then her bottom. Not very successfully but at least it was an attempt! Surveying the damage to her panties she decided that they were beyond saving and gingerly removed them. If Major Hancock’s wife decided to walk through the woods she’d find a souvenir. At least her jeans would live to see another day if nothing else. So absorbed was she in sorting herself out, that Anne didn’t hear footsteps and was startled when a voice rang out which she knew well but hadn’t heard for many years. “Well if it isn’t …what a blast from the past!” Anne looked up and smiling down at her was Sarah Worthington, an old friend from her nursing days on the Urology unit in Newcastle. It took her a few seconds to get over the shock and regain her composure. “Sarah. Well I never. This is a surprise. Fancy seeing you here. Look, I’m terribly sorry. I was just...” “Having a shit?” “Sarah, I can’t apologise enough. Anyhow, what brings you here?” “Well I’ve just moved into the village as it happens. I’m in Washtub Cottage on Honeysuckle Lane. Still living out of packing cases a bit but I’m gradually getting there. Anyway, what brings you here, Anne?” “I’m the rector’s wife.” “You mean you married Archie? I knew you were dating him when he was curate at St Wilfrid’s but I never really thought…” “I’d marry him? Yes and we’re pretty happy as happy goes. People in this village really don’t like me and Sundays can be rather lonely as he’s out all day either taking services or hospital visiting.” Sarah pulled a face. “Doesn’t sound like much cop to me. Look, why don’t you pop home, have a shower, pop some clean clothes on and come over to Washtub Cottage for lunch? One o’clock okay?” “Sarah, that’s very kind. Are you sure you don’t mind?” Sarah laughed. “Mind! Why should I mind? I’m just over the moon to have found a friend in this place. It’s a pretty enough village but the people are as cold as charity. It must be twenty years since Newcastle at least if not more.” “It must be, Sarah. I know old Major was still in Downing Street at the time. Can’t remember whether it was before or after Edwina though.” “You mean the curried eggs episode?” “I don’t know about curried eggs. I cut Archie an egg sandwich under the duvet this morning and you should have seen him sprint out of bed, eyes watering and gasping for air.” Sarah roared with laughter, losing the battle to control her mirth. “Anne you don’t change do you? Oops I think I’ve wet my panties a little. I am a naughty girl aren’t I? Anyhow, I’ll see you at one o’clock sharp. Don’t be late!” Later on. “Well this is a pleasure! Do come in.” Sarah beamed brightly as she embraced her old friend – now showered, changed and smelling of roses. “Anne, I’m afraid it’s nothing special – only a beef casserole, some vegetables and bottle of merlot that needs using up. If you’re still hungry afterwards there’s some cheese in the fridge. Take a seat. I’m afraid the house isn’t very elegant just now but I’ll get straight eventually.” Anne smiled broadly. “It sounds like a feast fit for a king and knowing you I’m sure you’ll have made enough to feed an army.” Much as Anne had suspected Sarah had produced one of her legendary meals dispelling any fear that she had the remotest chance of going away hungry. She could spot a second bottle of merlot too – and a third. This was going to be a serious session. Sarah loaded Anne’s plate high with casserole and filled her glass. “Tell me, apart from being the rector’s wife do you do anything here?” “Well apart from doing a little part time art teaching at the local FE college, not much. That’s only two days a week – Wednesday and Thursday. Archie and I always try to take Monday as our ‘day off’ as he’s so busy on Sundays. Anyway, more to the point, what are you doing these days, Sarah? Surely you’re not retired yet – are you?” “Not yet. I quit working for the NHS a long time ago because I didn’t like the way things were going and I was sick of working all the hours God sent for what seemed like next to nothing. Nowadays I do a bit of bank nursing in the private sector and it suits me well as the money’s good and I can pick my hours. No antisocial shifts if I don’t want them. I have a little project in mind though which might interest you and with which I could certainly use your help. A little while ago I came into money and bought the old secondary modern school at Drydale Magna off County Hall for a song. I’ve refurbished it and started running residential fitness courses there for adults. Some of the courses are about general fitness and healthy living. Others, however, are geared to helping adults improve their bladder holding abilities.” Anne’s ears pricked up and, eager not to miss anything, put her fork down. “Tell me more. This sounds interesting.” Sarah smiled broadly. “I thought you’d be interested. Well, I’ve had a couple of small groups in before but I really can’t cope on my own and I desperately need a hand. Ideally I could do with a fitness instructor and I know you’d be perfect for that but I need a good all rounder too. You’d also help with meals, discipline, pastoral care and general good order. Also I’d need you to drive the mini bus occasionally.” “Discipline? I thought you said the courses were for adults only.” “They are. The trouble is most of the students are likely to be challenging on account of their lifestyles and backgrounds. I’ve already got bookings from celebrities, politicians, aristocrats and porn stars. All people with big egos who need keeping in their place and I know I can depend on you to be firm but kind and fair too. Depending on who they are and what we're doing with them we’ll be charging between two and three thousand pounds each per course. Even at that price some of them will think it’s just jolly japes but I need someone to reinforce the idea that it’s not a jolly.” “Well this sounds like a dream come true. I’ve always loved holding and the thought of training other people to become proud holders excites me.” Sarah beamed broadly. “You’ve just solved a big problem. I’ve been wondering what to call our holding courses – Proud Holders – that will do fine. I’m not running any courses there for a few weeks and I want to get the place properly sorted. If you’re free on Tuesday, pop round about nine and I’ll run you over there. We’re going to have such fun.” Anne smiled at her friend. “You’re on. I’m looking forward to it.” THE END
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    Found short diaper messing animated video on Youtube. It is short and simple, but I enjoyed it and wanted to share it. Here is where I got it from. Tell the person they did a nice job! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCHdaswBpm20iuoxPB5dCOLA/videos

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  15. I posted this in our chat but I'll have it here too: I had a dream last night where I was with a former coworker I liked, and I and she had to pee, I was more desperate than her. And we were on the county's bus system, PSTA trying to get both get home from work at my Job at Publix, (yet it was like this bizarro world scenario where the buses were not on the same routes) we eventually got to the end of the line (which was at the Fort De Soto- a Pinellas county campground site and beaches) and we all got off and we searched for the bathrooms together at the main welcome complex, (which doesn't normally exist--along with two of her female friends, who I don't even recognize). The restrooms were mega huge and had like over 50 stalls and urinals and sinks and we decided to just use the men's together out of sheer desperation (transgender laws in effect maybe? No one really batted an eye around us.) afterwards, the dream continued, but I work up before we got home and I was hurting in my stomach from holding it for so long while asleep. I felt like a 7 or 8. It was 8:30 AM EDT when I woke up. I had to wait 30 minutes for my older brother to get out of our only bathroom (he was showering) and I got to go badly. I probably could hold it longer as it was more pain from displacements of gasses in my bowels from the bladder filling and making room in my abdomen or something, and I was farting a lot. I sometimes had to grab my penis to not let myself pee while trying to let out the painful gas, I surprisingly didn't pee as long as I thought when I did get to go-as I would being that full, and it was not really that yellow. I went back to sleep after and woke up at 10 am. I did my morning pee and poop as usual, and took my shower then. The pee was a similar color as before, so that must have been the rest of it a hour and a half later.
  16. I am looking for pictures of Masyanya in scat related scenarios, or farting. Actually. I’m open to ANY kink art involving her. If anyone is interested in my idea, post your art here!
  17. Well folks this is my first wetting video and I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated. Warning: Partial Nudity Video: bit.ly/1V6qFGv I briefly documented this hold yesterday while I was snowed in. You can read that too if you feel so inclined. https://omorashi.org/topic/29833-a-desperate-snow-day/
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    *** Contains Pooping and Farting **** You have been warned **** So this is from a Japanese blog with good wetting content. I'm not at all into poop related things, but I thought people might still like these, they feature Japanese women in skirts in a public library setting, farting, but it turns out to be more than a fart, and they poop their panties, while all the while someone is sitting or standing nearby. Interesting genre, I know we've had a few shared on here in the past, as well as a similar scenario but with peeing in school classrooms. Note that the ripping program I used put these videos in a strange format, but they will play easily on VLC. Enjoy, Rach

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