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  1. [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! ♡]
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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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  3. Sometimes after I pee, I fart. Do you people enjoy the sound of a good fart after peeing?
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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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    *** 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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  6. 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!
  7. 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
  8. 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/
  9. I completely forgot I had a Omorashi account, so here is my thisvid for people that are interested. If you want me to make a story out of my videos, let me know!! Plz.
  10. 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  
  11. 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
  12. 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.