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    It's graduation season at this regular high school. A boy enters the girls' washroom, gets recorded in the act, and now he has been blackmailed into trying to record a certain number of girls excreting their waste. That blackmailed boy...is you. Stay hidden, sneak into the washroom, and get to recording! Of course, it's not just the excretion you're going to get to see... Find out the truth behind school rumors, discover the real relations between students and teachers... 17 characters including teachers and students + 2 hidden characters = 19 characters total See the unique ways each characters does their dirty business, and get a front row seat to masturbation, urination, farting, big turds, wet diarrhea, and more (10 varieties total) Has a heart-pounding atmosphere First person perspective during washroom segments Fully animated shitting scenes with particle effects Use a variety of tools and skills Unlock strange powers 75 base CG 600 CG total excluding pose art BOOTH DLsite pixiv Twitter I spend a long time to fix the translation errors! Please feel free to support me! Also, I opened a Discord Server for friends who love 2D excretion, please feel free to join and actively participate discussion inside, thank you so much (still no one inside sad)! https://discord.gg/KzAEwCJWSu
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  2. Hi everyone! I was just curious of how many of you have a fart fetish and if you would be interested in me posting my fart vids! Sorry if this is the wrong place to post this, I couldn't think of anywhere better.
  3. Chapter 4: Real Life Pokémon Are Terrifying! My entire upper body is trembling as I'm trying to aim my rifle at this monster before me. A small... but not really, cat.. dog... mutant thing with a mouth full of dark gray fangs and glowing orange-red eyes. It's ears are also very thin, being lit a reddish pink from the sunset coming down from behind it. It's fur is barely there, what is there are dark shades of brown and gray and it's skin is deathly pale, like a turd that's been baking in the sun on the sidewalk for months. Anyway... 'This is supposed to be impossible...' My inner self says but I ignore it. 'We do not understand.' I yell loudly like I'm John Rambo as I pull the trigger and spray the gun wildly. I fire off about 15 or 20 bullets I think, but only three hit the beast. Two of those tore through its head and the creature falls over dead. Phew, what a cliffhanger. Glad that's over. Yup. Completely over. Nothing else is gonna happen. Clickbaited you like a bunch of fools I did. ... 'Run. Now!' I see the creature's head begin to reform itself and regenerate, slowly but surely. "Oh shit. What the actual fuck?!" 'Don't stand here dumbfounded, just flee. Find a safe place to hide.' I grab my backpack and bat and begin to run away but the monster is basically fully healed. It snarls at me loudly and squeals that ear-piercing scream once again. I make a mad dash around the corner but I don't get far. I feel a sharp intense pain in my left leg and collapse flat onto the concrete. I look at it moments later and realize it's no longer there. Fuck fuck fuck! It hurts! It hurts so damn much! Fuck! I look at the monster and notice that it's munching on my former leg that it severed. Deeply angry and in agony while not thinking clearly I shoot at it some more. My rifle makes loud clicking sounds within two seconds. Outta ammo or jammed I don't know which. Dammit. I hit it again in the leg as it slowly... or rather not so slowly it limps towards me with furious hatred. I try to crawl away, but since my leg isn't fully regenerated yet but I can barely move. A car... I see a sealed car... like thirty feet away. Fuck. So close and yet so far right now. I throw my backpack at the fiend to try and distract it. That seems to work... for about ten seconds, giving me the time I need for my leg to basically be functional again but since it's only bone and muscle it feels like it's on fire in a hot tub of acid on crack. I stand up with my bat as a support and begin to hobble towards the car while gritting my teeth tighter than I ever have. I'm twenty feet from the vehicle now, maybe less. At this time I feel another massively sharp wave of pain go through me. Fuck. The creature bites onto my right asscheek, tearing it off along with any clothing that was there. I think it hurts slightly less than losing my leg but at this fucking point I can't tell. I scream again as I turn around and slam my bat into the creature's head as hard as I can. The few thwacks I can do only seem to make it angry though. It swipes at my lower abdomen and literally guts me wide open. It tears out my uterus, I think, and I don't even have the strength to cry out reflexively anymore. I just stare at nothingness in silence as my perception of time seems to slow down. I tumble to the ground again, about ten feet away from the car. Fucking hell I'm so close. My lady parts must be tasty though, since the mutant freak is still munching away at them. I don't know how but I push myself ever further, dragging my bloodied self across the concrete like a zombified corpse out of hell. seven feet. five feet. By this time, The freaking mutt is on my ass again, almost literally. 'Toxic Flatulence Level 1 unlocked.' Huh? My core got an ability on its own? 'Forgive us but this is all we could think of doing, considering our life threatening situation and our lack of a large amount of stored souls. Please don't hate us.' Within the next instant I feel a large excess of pressure in my butthole cavity. Uh oh. I crack out a very loud and lewdly disgusting fart. It's bright green, like in those comic books or some kinda fucking cartoon. It covers up the monster's face in a cloud of stinky and it backs away while shaking its head in discomfort. It also melted away my pants and panties that were still in the way, leaving my anus exposed to the open air. Oh gee thanks. 'Get in the car, the stun attack won't last long. We don't have enough digested food right now for us to make another.' With blisteringly awful pain I pull myself up to the car's backdoor, heh, and it's unlocked. Thank god. ... Actually no fuck you God. God's a dick... and not the tasty kind. I somehow manage to pull myself onto the back seats, adrenaline I guess, and I slam the door shut just as the fuck mutt slams into it, shaking the entire car in the process. I breathe a sigh of relief as I regenerate in relative peace. my open abdomen finishes making my new baby making parts and seals itself up. My asscheek is also back and as furry as ever. I feel very sleepy and I yawn. I'm so tired from all the bloodloss. 'We must not fall asleep. The fight is not over.' Looking at the windshield in terror I notice that the "Hellhound From Dallas" is looking right at me, snarling and drooling a mixture of my blood and its spit all over the glass, eww. It slams it's thick skull on the windshield and it cracks. Oh shit. I look around for some kind of weapon but all I can find is a half broken beer bottle underneath the right front seat. I get an idea quickly but I don't know if it'll work. It's the only one I have though so either this succeeds or I die with my ass exposed in a shitty car. I try to concentrate as the windshield splinters further and looks like a body fell on it from really high up like in those hollywood movies. I wield the glass bottle and take a deep breath. I only got one shot at this. Within seconds it breaks through the barrier and lunges towards me without a second thought. Good. This is just an animal that lacks even basic levels of anthro intelligence. With the last of my strength I plunge my hand and arm deep within the beasts maw as it opens. I push as hard as I can into the upper back part of its throat as the beast clamps down on my arm and the stupidly intense pain is back in full swing. The fiend stops moving though. 'We lodged it in its brain stem? Hmm.. good idea. With a physical barrier stuck in place to the already attached brain, regeneration cannot continue.' "Save it!" I yell loudly. "Help me get my arm out! It's killing me god it hurts so fucking much!" 'We cannot help. Just have to pull our arm out.' Oh fucking hell. This isn't like the last time where my leg and asscheek was just bitten clean off and they were allowed to start healing right away, half of my arm is still attached by muscle, skin and even fragmented bone. This is gonna be the worst pain I've ever felt in my life up until this point isn't it? Fuck off. The universe can go die... in a few hundred trillion years or however the fucking long it's supposed to take. Fuck. I strain with myself for nearly half an hour. I'll spare you the details. Needless to say it was indeed the worst pain of the day... and it was technically self inflicted. I finally pull out my severed and torn up arm and it finally starts to regen up again... and the pain I've felt for what seems like an eternity finally stops. So sleepy... so exhausted. 'One more thing to do before we rest.' Fucking really? 'Go to our backpack, take out our switchblade and pull out this monster's core. Then it'll truly be dead once we break it.' Oh yeah. I literally forgot since the pain was so bad I blocked out everything else. Like a angsty teenager woken up at noon on the weekend, I begrudgingly head out of the car and hobble like a ghoul towards my bag. Not because of pain but because of fatigue. I retrieve out one of my small knives from my bag, which now only has one arm handle thing and has a huge hole in the side of it. I'll have to get a new one later. I walk back very slowly towards the car and begin to butcher the beast. I find a core inside its chest, where one would expect to find it. But whereas my core is supposed to be like a trigonal crystal all nice and uniform and pretty, this core is an ugly mess of shapes. It's like two marble balls smushed together with inconsistent spikes coming out of it. It's also reddish-orange in hue, whereas mine is only just red from what I've been told. 'Break it and we can finally rest. We'll have much to discuss once we're awake.' "Yeah... we will." It crumbles into dust very easily when I squeeze on it, surprising but whatever. Apparently we got 500 soul points from it though so damn. I lay down on my back and try to relax. Honestly at this point, with all the extreme amounts of pain that I've felt today, the backseat of this car is very comfy. It feels like I'm in a 5-star hotel resort right about now. No mortal would ever experience this amount of agony unless they died shortly afterwards. Or I guess they could if they were in hell but then they'd be immortal and not mortal right? Ehh, whatever. I decide to tease myself before I fall asleep, even if only a little bit. I spread my legs by about two inches apart, not much but enough. I then sigh as I let out a little bit of pee. It soaks into my torn up panties and pants and pubic fur and it feels like such a nice reward after enduring the worst day ever. I then hold in my urine for a few seconds by squeezing my clit together and holding my breath, before releasing a little bit more piss and exhaling. I do this several more times, teasing my pussy with my golden nectar and without touching myself as I feel all warm and cuddly inside. I want to play with my clit but I'm too damn exhausted and I just fall asleep into a horny smirk of a dream. *** I'm in a pool in a hotel, naked and surrounded by my fans. Well, I assume they're my fans cus why else would they be here? They're all anthros of various beautiful shapes and sizes. They're wearing bathing suits and I think they're mostly females but there are some dudes amongst them as well. I don't know why I'm the only one naked here but I don't question it, I just enjoy being looked at by random strangers. Feels so nice. They're all touching each other through their swimsuits or making out but most of them are just looking at me lustfully. "You look like a goddess!" I hear a voice shout out in admiration and adoration as my nipples stiffen and my slit begins to excrete lady juice. We're all suddenly in a classroom and I'm sitting on the teacher's desk with my legs spread out wide and my pussy and anus is viewable from so many angles. My fans continue to gaze at me and I continue to get hornier. "Come on everyone, get a closer look!" I shout with a seductive tone. They all shuffle towards me and begin to whisper amongst themselves as they continue to stare at every inch of my nude body. a birdman steps forward more and begins to tease me with a large thick pink cock that's covered in my juices. I moan softly as my black clit lips experience the pleasurable friction of skin contact over and over again. "Ooh! This is so good!" I say to my admirers as the dick slides back and forth across my clitoris. I then feel another pair of hands on my breasts, rubbing up my smooth skin and silky fur before reaching my nipples and teasing them. I begin to leak more girlcum as my onlookers enjoy groping me. The cock then slides down between my thighs and my pussy spreads open to take the entire thing in. It's so long and thick compared to my little slit that I wonder how I could fit such an enormous member inside me. Nevertheless, it forces it's way in with a lewd wet schloping sound. I cry out with warm delight as my virginity is taken. The dick begins to move as my hips start to rock back and forth, riding the big prick missionary style as my nipples continue to get sucked on by both men and women. I then feel my body get even hotter than before and my fluids begin to flow down and collect on my fans' feet and the floor beneath my legs. The inner walls of my birth canal are stretched wide and it feels so good. The dick is making me feel so full down there. I'm moaning and squirming in delight as the penis moves faster and harder. I can feel the pressure building up in my privates as the walls of my vaginal cavern begin to pulse with intense pleasure. I cum and I cum hard as I feel my womb fill up with sperm, it's so sticky and wet but it feels amazing. "Ooh! Lady Vaine is having an orgasm!" One of the nearby women says. I can hear the crowd cheering me on as my pussy convulses around the dick, spraying out more and more juices as the cock continues to pump loads of jizz into me. The anthros around me smile as my body shakes and shivers in pleasure. The dick plops out of me as semen begins to flow out of my creampied pussy. "Wow she's leaking so much!" "That was great!" "So that's what sex looks like..." Those were just some of the comments of my onlookers. We're suddenly on a stage now, like some kind of Broadway play. I'm in the doggystyle position for some reason, bound by loose chains. My ass is up in the air and both it and my swollen vagina are on full display as they're facing the audience. I can see my butt through the large HD monitors that are mounted on either side of the stage. Ahh, mounted. God I'm so fucking wet. "We will now present to you... one of the most beautifully known things in the galaxy... Lady Vaine's butthole!" Some random announcer beside me shouts like we're at some kinda monster truck rally. In fact that's where we are I think. Maybe. There's a loud cheer from the crowd. Lady Vaine huh? I like the sound of that. "Begin!" The announcer says, or I guess orders rather. The lights go dim and the only one on now is a spotlight shining directly on my sweaty fat furred ass. I feel like I could piss out a river. My fans begin to ohh and ahh amongst themselves as my butthole clenches and releases itself around thin air, it almost looks like it's breathing. The audience begins to chant as if they're watching some kind of sporting event. "Ohhhh Lady Vaine, Lady Vaine, Lady Vaine!" My body trembles with arousal. Oh yeah this is what I need. Thousands of worshipers are watching me, seeing every twitch of my pussylips and every crease in my butthole. I feel all warm inside, my clit quivers with excitement as my bladder continues to feel like it's filling up rapidly, like a garden hose attached to a water balloon. I give a cute little moan and am reminded of my first porno video I made on my phone. I guess it was similar to this. With a wicked grin I relax my urethra and feel the pee start to rush forth. It flies into the crowd with great speed, casting a golden shower storm onto everyone below me. I think we're on a cruise ship or something now, not sure. The urine pours from my pussy as I continue to moan loudly, the crowd seems to be enjoying my divine rain that I've brought to them. They begin to shout out "More! More!" over and over again as their clothes and fur are drenched in my urine. The audience becomes even rowdier as I continue to spray out my piss onto my congregation, who eagerly bathe in it while still cheering me on. I feel myself get even hornier and wetter. There's something very erotic about peeing and cumming at the same time, especially when you can't control which comes first. The feeling of my piss running down my legs and shooting into my fans personal space is almost too much to handle. I whimper with delight as my urination rate doesn't seem to change. "Oh yes! You look so sexy when you piss, Lady Vaine!" Jason says with a devilish grin. I can feel his hands sliding underneath my tail to squeeze my butt and my legs are trembling with pleasure. I give an innocent little moan in response, enjoying the personal attention as my piss stream finally starts to die down. I feel my thighs start to quiver as I'm overwhelmed by lustful desire. The smell of pee is very strong in the room but it doesn't bother me at all, in fact the audience loves it and most of them start pissing on themselves and others for fun. Half of them are naked now and most of them are fucking. The air is now filled with hot piss, sweet pussy and erect cock musk, a wonderful combination if there ever was one. I begin to pant in excitement as I feel the hands on my ass begin to finger my butthole. The crowd starts to cheer once again, egging me on. "Do you like that, Lady Vaine?" "Yes!" "You're such a dirty little girl!" "Oh fuck yes!" The crowd continues to scream with delight as the digits enter deeper into my asshole and slide back and forth. My anus is so tight that I'm surprised the fingers are able to fit inside. I cry out with warmth and pleasure and the orgasm builds within me quickly. I can feel every inch of the members and exactly how they're bending around inside my rectum. My clit throbs uncontrollably, the sensation is overwhelming. I begin to squirt out more pee, drenching everything around me. My body is on fire, every part of it seems to be pulsating and I'm so fucking horny right now that I can barely stand it. It feels like I'm about to cum again but I want more and I need it desperately. I feel my hips begin to thrust involuntarily as the fingers continue their work between my asscheeks. I moan with delight as I feel myself approaching another orgasm. I feel a tongue begin to lick up my pee covered slit, tasting its unique flavor and savoring the sweet nectar as it dribbles from my nether regions. The audience cheers louder as they witness me squirt and piss and squirt some more. This goes on for what feels like hours and hours... *** I wake up in a slurry bitch-in-heat kind of daze as more golden nectar escapes my pussy. It's night. I'm half naked in a car and the smell of a rotting catdog monster is beside me. Oh yeah. Hell of a day. What was my dream about again? Some kinda buttstuff? I think I peed alot too? Well I'm pissing right now... so... I don't know I can't remember exactly. Gah. Oh well. 'We were shuddering in our sleep. We had about three orgasms while dreaming.' Hot damn so it must've been something very sexy. 'Probably.' I stop urinating into my soaking tattered panties and barely-there jeans after a few seconds and open the car door. It's very dark and hard to see. Of course it had to be a new moon tonight. I fumble my way across the road, looking for my torn up backpack. I manage to find it after stepping on some sharp glass, ouch. But I grab it and hold onto it carefully, I don't want to let the stuff just come out of the big hole. Get your mind outta the gutter. Oh wait my mind was already there a few minutes ago, whoops. Anyway, I grab the flashlight that still works and take a look at what supplies I still have after that freakish monster attack. Three cans of food are torn open, as are several bottles of water. Great. My two stored away shirts are quite damp since they didn't really get any late evening sun. Thankfully my pairs of ugly panties and bras that were so tightly packaged were untouched so.. yay? That's good. I open the last remaining bottle of water and drink half of it. I decide not to eat one of my two cans of food. I have a lotta shit to do tomorrow to get my supplies back. I take off my shredded denim jeans and yellow underwear and throw them away. I open a pack of panties and put on an ugly pair of pink ones. They're ugly because there're the blistery skin pink color and not the neon bubblegum kind that's cute. Oh well. My tattered tank top is also torn but not ripped apart completely like the other pieces of clothing were, so I'll keep wearing it for now I guess. I walk back into the backseat of the car and try to get some sleep, but I'm unable to. It's not like I can really go anywhere in this situation anyway, so why bother. I turn around to try and rest my head against the rear window. This doesn't do anything to help either. I close my eyes and focus on calming my breathing, I guess my body is just waiting to see if anything else will happen. It's at this point when my AI core and I have a long conversation. 'We suppose we want to talk now?' "Sure. Thanks for saving me with that fart powerup or whatever. Although now it sucks that every time I pop one out I'll have to be worried about poisoning someone." My core stays silent for what feels like a long while, like it's staring at me guiltily even though it has no eyes. "Ok. Say it. What the fuck are you hiding from me now?" 'We suppose now is a good time to show us the HUD. If we wish to activate it again just think about it and it'll show up.' Something like a bright LCD screen, but completely see-through, comes across my range of vision. It's visually striking and yet I feel no need to close or squint my eyes. It's basically like the pause menu of a generic RPG or something. "Of course you were hiding yet something else from me. I shouldn't be surprised." 'We were going to explain it to us the day we met but we refused to talk about it at that time and said we'd discuss it later. Later is now.' I sigh, mildly annoyed but still with abit of understanding. I recall indeed saying something like that when it came to displaying my soul counter somewhere within my line of sight. -- Soul Power(SP): 598.12 -- That's what is displayed in the bottom left corner of my vision with the HUD up. There's also my heartrate and blood pressure displayed in the top right, along with a red bar that wouldn't look out of place basically any video game that displayed your HP. Although I'm informed that this is basically my blood counter, that if it drops too low, we lose consciousness and my AI Core has to reboot me or whatever. I also have a green and blue bar, for a total of three. I'm not sure what those would be. If this were a video game I'd assume they'd be stamina and mana counters but this is real life. There's no numbers or letters beside any of these bars so, who knows what they are. 'Our green bar shows how much nourishment we need and our blue bar is how much we need to sleep to stay adequately functional. These are just estimates though and won't always line up with how we feel.' Ahh, ok. Makes sense. My green bar is like 75% full and my blue one is about 95%. Explains why I can't fall asleep right now I guess. There are also four submenus that I see in the top left, which I assume lead to other information. Overview Skills Status Effects Internet Browser Huh. Wait what... you mean to tell me I have built in wi-fi or some shit? What the fuck?! 'Something like that.' Wow. Way to be a dick and not tell me that before. I'll look at that later, for now I take a quick glance at the other menus. Overview Reaper Number: E-237-NIN Reaper Name: Vaine Steele Gender: Female Age in Native Planet Time : 18 years, 2 months, 13 days. There is a bunch of other info but it's all rather bland and basic shit. I guess it's like my merchandise information for my owners or something, if I had any. Which I guess I do, the mysterious Creators... ohh, spoopy. Skills Cold Resistance Level 1: Provides a very basic amount of cold resistance. Digestive System Rework Level 1: Converts solid waste into liquid urine. Does not effect gas. Increases urination rate by 300%. Regeneration Level 1: Provides a very basic amount of core body regeneration. Does not nullify pain. Quick Reflexes Level 3: Provides a low amount of above-average dexterity. Soul Energy Resistance Level 3: Provides a low amount of resistance to the negative effects of soul consumption. Thick Skin Level 1: Provides a very basic amount of defense. Nullifies pain very slightly. Toxic Flatulence Level 1: Turns expelled anal gas into a very weak poisonous gas. Next to each skill, besides regeneration, there's an option to turn them on or off. Seriously? What the hell? You mean I can turn OFF abilities at any time? That's... actually convenient if I wanna have a uniquely sadistic ability on every so often for my victims but off for the rest of the time. I start to get really wickedly sexual execution ideas in my head and I grin. 'Please don't.' I can't help but laugh at myself. It's whatever, plenty of time to kill fools with sexual things once I have all the basic abilities I want. I turn off my toxic farts, sorry boys, but I leave everything else on for now. Next up, I check out the third menu. Status Effects In Heat: Feels constantly horny due to age/time of year. There's a few minor and boring effects but that one sticks out to me. In heat? Really? I guess it makes sense but damn I kind of forgot it's that time of year. For those that don't know, anthros, especially females who're going through puberty who're young and breedable, experience unending desires to fuck at certain times of the year. For my species, a foxmorph, that time runs roughly from May to August. I can't believe I forgot about this. But ehh, it's the end of the world or was so I was distracted most of the time. In fact it was two years ago when I first felt these feelings, a few months after I turned 16. I mostly suppressed them though since as I've said before I had no desire to be intimate with anyone. I mean yeah I touched myself sometimes but I grew bored of it quickly. My first orgasm was the first day I was a Reaper... I had no idea what sexual pleasures I was missing out on at the time. But oh well. I guess that explains why I've been so horny around Jason. Only boy for literally miles upon miles around... and I have a primal need to have his dick in me. Gah. I've heard that heat in anthros usually stops around age 25 or so... but who knows if that'll be the case now that I'm a Reaper. It's just something I'll have to deal with I guess. At least it's nice to know what's going on with my body and to have... some kind of explanation at least. I've never felt quite the same since I died and well, came back as a new me. But oh well, I can only move forward. I take a look at the fourth and final menu option. Internet Browser Browse the Internet? (Y/N?) I think yes of course and within almost an instant a webpage is within my full range of vision. It's a search engine by the name of Mojeek. Huh. I guess Google, which is mostly an American company, no longer exists. With just a little bit of research I find out that Mojeek is a UK search engine. USA has basically gone to shit with complete anarchy taking over almost everywhere, despite Dallas Texas being the only city hit by the Sentinels. Mass panic set in I guess and my country apparently just destroyed itself from the inside out. Yikes. During that chaos, Russia took over Canada, Brazil and Mexico are locked ina bitter mostly naval war in the Caribbean Islands and China has forced itself into all of Korea, Hong Kong and Taiwan all at the same time, with Japan somehow holding them back from their lands. There's a few other major wars now but god damn the world is in turmoil right now. Like world war 3 started and ended in several places at once. Only Europe seems to be holding it together although just barely. So much panic over a single alien spaceship, which apparently no one outside of Dallas has lived to see so... guess that makes me special. I spend the rest of the night just getting one huge info dump thrown at me one after another and within hours, the sun begins to rise. I need to take a break from the internet so I get out of the car, stretch my legs and take a nice long morning piss while staring at the sunrise. I spend the next few days finding another backpack, more food and water.. and pants. As I continue to explore the eastern edge of the city, I notice that the desert is already trying to take over the area. Alot of sand that has blown around which would normally be cleaned up, has been allowed to gather and collect in various spots. Most of the smaller roads that I see that used to lead out of the city are now mostly covered in dirt and specks of stone. Nature is taking over again it seems. Oh and the alien ship that attacked Dallas on April 17th? You know, the one filled with Sentinels? Yeah it's still up there just... hovering ominously. What? Did you think the chapter was over now? Nah man, I just wanted to show another picture. Jabaited son. I found this one online, which was some random artists interpretation of what the ship looks like. But since no one outside of the city knows what it looks like, they had to make it up. Trust me bud it's not an airplane, I'm looking at it and it's more of like... I dunno, a giant floating manta ray with extra wings? Fins? I dunno. It's hard to describe it when I try to. Dammit why'd I have to remember my embarrassing childhood drawing? Don't publish that get it away! Enough with the pictures! Man... learn to not spam the chapter you stupid writer you. Ahem... Point is, the picture of the spaceship looks kinda cool so I'm sharing it. It'd make a cool poster if I still had a stylish bedroom to put it in. Anyway... moving on. I don't have a weapon so... I need to find... something. My bat that I used for the last time against that mutant dog freak fell apart during that fight so... yeah. Plus my jammed rifle I just left it behind because I have no idea how to go about fixing it. I've got nothing to defend myself with right now and that could be a huge problem if I run into something else that was somehow mutated by the Sentinels. My core and I have been discussing what could have created the monster over the last few days. The jist of it is that we're baffled. Such a beast shouldn't have been able to evolve the way that it did, since the infection process is only supposed to effect anthros and not well, other lesser instinct driven animals. Our best guess was that a desperate cat or dog or.... carnivore ate some kinda nasty infected rotting flesh and it somehow survived and mutated. But as I've said, that's supposed to be impossible. Alas, it's a mystery I cannot solve right now so, may as well not dwell on it. I can only prepare to fight the next one I face. I'd like a blade of some sort that's not my small knives. They're not ideal for fighting with in the slightest. I continue to explore the city for about a week and I don't really find any sorta weapon. I found a crowbar in good condition and a few more combat knives but no swords. Typical for 2008 I guess, we're not in the middle-ages anymore. Still I'm frustrated and horny. I haven't masturbated for a while now and I'm feeling skittish. *** It was in this state when I came across him. A fresh body, or mostly fresh at least, of a young male anthro with white fur and specks of green thrown in around his tail and fingers. There was a massive concrete block where his head used to be. Viscera is scattered all across the sidewalk and road, which are pieces of what I assume used to be his head. Ahh, Jason. looks like you "died". Shame. Oh I don't feel bad at all, I'm just saying shame as kind of a joke. Ahahahahaha! The loser died! Ahahaha.. ahem. Oh this is joyful. If my phone still had power I'd snap a picture or three right now. 'He's still alive, he'll regenerate once his core completely detaches from his current body, which could take weeks or months. He just can't grow a new head right now with his neck pressed directly up against that slab of rock.' Makes sense I guess. Still, he stinks. Like really badly. Oh wait he's rotting. Duh. Like a cat who's too curious for their own good I move in closer. I notice he had a big hiker's backpack with him so I rummage through it to see what I can find and holy hell I've hit the jackpot. He has a sheathed sword with him. No I'm not talking about his rotting dick, eww fucking gross, I don't wanna think about that mental image right now. Fuck me my brain sucks. Anyway, looking closer at the blade I notice that its hilt is a replica of Andúril, Flame of the West. (Don't sue me please Simon, thanks.) How do I know what sword this is imitating? Because I've watched Lord of the Rings too damn much like the nerdy gothic girl I am. I wield the blade and accidently cut myself. "Still sharp." I retort. Ok I'm done with referencing Lord of the Rings now. Sean Bean is hot. I mean what? I strap the weapon to my belt, now I'm a proper knight or rouge or whatever. I'm about to walk away and leave my rival here to rot and reform whenever but I stop myself in my tracks. I notice a faint red glow coming from his chest underneath his filthy shirt. It's kind of a pretty sight in an otherwise grisly scene. Ahh, fuck it. Without doing much thinking I take one of my knives out of my pack and cut deep into his chest cavity. It doesn't take long for me to pull out his crystalline core from his bloody torso and I just hold it up in the afternoon sunlight, looking at its neon-like crimson shine. 'We don't recommend eating him. If we are caught which we are 99% certain to be, the Creators will imprison us and harvest us for breaking one of their established rules.' "But if we do... we'll gain his power right? Didn't he brag about having close to a million souls worth of strength? That'd be huge for us." 'Indeed it would be.' I just continue to hold it up for awhile as I stare at it in a rather hypnotic gaze. It's like it's... calling to me. Like there's something about it that is telling me that if I consume it... that everything I ever wanted will come to me. And I want so many things I can barely keep track anymore. I lick my lips, I don't know if it's out of lust or hunger but whatever. I could do it. I should just eat him. Who would miss one random asshole like Jason anyways? I wouldn't that's for sure. The fucker stomped all over my dignity the day we met so why shouldn't I just consume his soul? That'd be the ultimate fuck you right? As my mind continues to wander to dark and selfish thoughts, memories of my parents flash through my brain. Why? Why now? My hand wavers slightly as I turn my gaze away from the crystal core. I remember... anthros that I used to love and who loved me. For some reason brief flashes of my former life that I've chosen to forget come to the forefront of my consciousness. I lose the will to stand and I plop down on my ass with a thwomp and I'm sent back to reality. I drop Jason's core by accident and it begins to slowly regenerate itself now that I've let it go. I rub my sore buttcheeks as I stand up, trying to not vomit at the sight of someone reforming in front of me from the inside out. I'm glad I let it go too, because it's only now when I notice all the Sentinels around us, more so around me. If I had eaten him they'd probably would have torn me to pieces. Damn. It doesn't take very long at all for the hairy slime mold flesh pile in front of me to look like Jason again and I kinda grin uncontrollably once I realize he's naked. Of course he is, his clothes aren't going to regen too. I look down to his crotch out of sexual curiosity, expecting to find the thick cock that he's fucked me with in my dirty dreams. What I see though... makes my face contort into an expression I can't explain. His cock is tiny. It looks like a pencil poking out from between two fingers... if those fingers were severed and just the tips existed. God damn, for someone with such a large ego, he sure doesn't have anything to back it up- Oh. Wait was he an asshole asshat from planet Ass because of his small flagship dick? Nah that can't be the only reason. Maybe he hated me at first because I'm a woman and other women have laughed at his spicy man-meat? Possibly. He wakes up about fifteen seconds after his body has fully formed again and his red irises are staring directly at me. "Whoa whoa. What the fuck?" Jason blurts out, almost in a panic. "Relax." I say with a smirk. "Your head just got crushed... I assume about a week ago. I pulled out your core so you could regenerate up a new body. You're welcome." He looks down at his privates and notices that he's fully in the nude. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He shouts at me as he covers himself up with his hands. "Geez well, good morning to you too." I tease half-heartedly. Seeing him like this is hilarious and fun. It feels nice to get back at him after how much of an asshole he was when we met close to a month ago now. Jason looks around for a moment, noticing all the Sentinels around us and noticing his own former rotting corpse. "Why didn't you just pull my body away from the concrete block and let me regen in my original body?" He mutters to me, still clearly pissed off and embarrassed that I saw his junk. "Really?" I tilt my head sarcastically. "You wanted those clothes stained with your rotten flesh, piss and shit to be around your balls and nipples when you woke up? Well I mean whatever your kinks are sure but damn you'd be freakier than I am if you enjoyed all that." "Ugh. Why don't you just get lost already! I'm not interested in talking bullshit with you right now. Could you give me some fucking privacy?" Jason snaps, still clenching his balls like a madman. I chuckle before answering. "I've already seen your little member. You've got nothing else to hide from me." I smile as I watch Jason's face slowly transform from one of rage into a blush that makes me feel a warm tingle deep inside my nethers. Oh fuck taunting him feels so good. "You know..." I say as I turn away from him with my arms crossed. "You could have stayed in my bed that night at the motel. But instead you ran away before I even woke up. For someone who said once how your so much better than me... you seem to be pretty fucking messed up yourself." He snorts and turns his head to the side as he rummages through his backpack for some clothes. "Whatever. Fuck off." He bluntly says. "I don't need another bitch in my life telling me how shitty I am." "So I was right?" I blurt out. I cover my mouth once I realize what I said. Guess a recent girlfriend or something pissed him off afterall. Man I should be a detective. "Right about what?" Jason says as he puts on some boxers and a undershirt. I turn to face him again as I reply. "Nothing. Forget I said anything." I manage to say, somewhat embarrassed. Why am I hesitating now? The fuck is wrong with my emotions? He's the asshole who called me a shitty toilet licker or something, why am I feeling this way? Dammit Vaine. Jason looks over towards me and notices me staring at him. I can almost see his brain thinking over his response as he stands up and dusts off a pair of ragged jeans that he puts on. He's not going to deny that he's an asshole because we're enemies... but I'm pretty sure he won't be saying anything about him being a coward. He doesn't have the guts to tell me how he feels, if he has any romantic feelings like I have. Maybe if I give him enough rope he'll hang himself for real this time. Dammit why'd I remove his core? I should have just let him rot here and given myself time to catch up to his power level. "Listen... I know I've been pretty much an asshole towards you since we first met. I said I was sorry back at the motel. Or did you forget that?" Jason intones. "I didn't forget." I respond. "Your apology just didn't feel authentic since you just left the next morning without an explanation." He sighs heavily and crosses his arms. "Alright, whatever." He says simply as he walks away from me towards the east side of the street. "We'll leave the past behind us for the moment. We've got more important things to do right now." "Wait... what things?" I look at him all confused. "You've not run into one yet? The monsters with mutated Sentinel cores inside? Of course you haven't, you'd be dead." He looks at me bluntly, almost with pity. "Hey now fuck off I killed a freakish dog thing like I dunno, eight days ago? Seven?" I curse him out. "Yeah well, somebody had to make those, someone inside the city. We need to find out who and stop them, or at least get them under our control." Jason states with a rather official tone. "So... what you wanna team up?" I sigh. "You told me a few minutes ago to get lost." "I know, sorry." He replies in a half-mumble. "It's probably safer if we travel together, at least until we find and kill whoever is trying to make our lives more difficult." "Ok fine." I give in. "But I'm keeping your fucking sword. Think of it as payment for pulling you out of the rubble." "That's fair." He laughs. "I have several more at my homebase anyways, we'll stop by there first." Of course he does. And so, we headed out. We spent several days together just exploring and looting. No fucking or kinky stuff though, Jason and I basically felt like siblings or roommates or something. If he felt attracted to me he sure as hell didn't show it. Regardless, on like our ninth day as temporary allies, we came to a crossroads in the south-east section of the city. Before we even realized the immense danger we were in, a loud booming sound flung through the air. We looked up just in time to see a missile hit a nearby skyscraper... and we were pretty much right below it.
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  8. 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!.................................................................................................................................................
  9. https://ja.whotwi.com/unkoscene/tweets/media?&page=7 Unkoscene has a Japanese Twitter full of cute poo scenes.
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    Some more uploads from my personal collection. *Contains nudity* Please enjoy!😃 List of creators in order w/ links to Manyvids 1. CuttieJennie (2 videos) - 1 toilet pee w/ 2 surprise farts , 2 shower pees (1 through panties) 3. Liz Raw - Wetting panties while masturbating to porn 4. Little Puck - Large compilation of toilet pees 5. TheSophieJames - Desperation and wetting leggings in kitchen followed by 4-5 toilet pees 6. Lola Rae UK - Desperation and wetting panties over toilet 7. Yogabella - Desperation and peeing into a bowl
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  11. View File Personal Collection #2 *Nudity* Some more uploads from my personal collection. *Contains nudity* Please enjoy!😃 List of creators in order w/ links to Manyvids 1. CuttieJennie (2 videos) - 1 toilet pee w/ 2 surprise farts , 2 shower pees (1 through panties) 3. Liz Raw - Wetting panties while masturbating to porn 4. Little Puck - Large compilation of toilet pees 5. TheSophieJames - Desperation and wetting leggings in kitchen followed by 4-5 toilet pees 6. Lola Rae UK - Desperation and wetting panties over toilet 7. Yogabella - Desperation and peeing into a bowl Submitter bdp Submitted 01/30/2022 Category Female  
  12. This is Nybble! She's an android you met while out on a Friday night. After a while of talking you found out she shares several of the same fetishes as you (how that conversation came up is up to you) and she says she has something cool to show you. After leading you to her rather cozy bedroom she hands you a remote. On it are four dials, three of which are paired with a slider and the third with a button. The two dial-slider pairs are labeled with a yellow drop, a green cloud, and a brown cloud respectively while the dial and button are labeled with a heart. Excitedly she explains what it does... You have been given control over Nybble's bladder, bowels, gas and libido. Each of the dials controls, on a percentage scale, one of these urges. The three sliders control how easy it is to hold the respective need while the button is... well an instant cum button. Hitting it will flood her digital nerves with pleasure making her cum immediately. So... what will you do first? You can vote to raise or lower each need, her level of control for either bladder or bowels or to hit the button. In addition you may ask Nybble to perform any action you like (writers discretion however). Ties will be decided by coin toss and or dice roll (d20s are fun). Current Outfit: Hoodie, Jeans, White cotton panties Needs: Bladder: 0% Bowels: 0% Gas: 0% Libido: 50% Control: Bladder: 5/5 Bowels: 5/5 Gas: 5/5
  13. I drove home from a friends house tonight aching to pee. I was hoping I could hold out and release on my nightly walk in the park, but my body had other plans. Just as I pulled in I thought I might actually have enough control to pack and go for the walk.I got up to my apartment and while squirming the entire time I manage to quickly stuff some clothes and a trash bag into my backpack and walk out my front door. I don’t even get half way out the door and I feel my bladder clench down HARD. I turn right back around and go back inside. I realize I have reached the point of no return. It’s coming out weather I want it to or not in the next 5 seconds. I toss my backpack to the side and run to the bathroom. I jump into the shower and hold myself with a death grip as I try to get my camera out. As I hit record my bladder is about to give way, a massive fart rips out of me and the flood gates open. I gush piss all through my shorts and down my legs. *Nudity* https://spankbang.com/5s6a1/video/desperate+shorts+wetting I hope you enjoy. I know I did 😉
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    Name says it all. Enjoy, Rach
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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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    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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  17. 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…”
  18. View File Diaper Bondage Fart Name says it all. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/18/2020 Category Diapers and ageplay
  19. 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.
  20. 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.
  21. 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!
  22. Sometimes after I pee, I fart. Do you people enjoy the sound of a good fart after peeing?
  23. [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! ♡]
  24. 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
  25. 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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