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Part One I was laying on the couch late one night. Past my phone in the corner of my vision, I noticed my roommate bouncing on her butt, shamelessly scooting into the couch. “What are you doing!?” I asked, shielding the display with my hand. “I gotta pee real bad,” she admitted immediately. “Then go!” “I’m almost done! Chill!” she leaned forward and typed faster, wriggling her behind. “Oh for fuck’s- I can’t even type right now! Ooh, my bladder is fulllll…” Her choice of words made my skin crawl. “Please go to the bathroom!” I whined, burying my face in my hands. “Dude, why are you always so weird about bathroom stuff?” “I am absolutely not the one that’s weird about bathroom stuff,” I retorted, looking at her now that she toned it down a little. “Well, we’re both a little weird. But you’re weird in some wacko, obsessive way that I can’t even understaannddd…” she lurched forward, burying her hands in her lap. I looked in the opposite direction. “It’s so gross when you act like this.” She got up and started toward the bathroom, pressing her fingertips into her crotch. “Dude, chill out. Everyone pees. Everyone poops. Everyone…” As she passed by me, she pressed her butt against the side of my body. “Farts!” I dropped my phone and froze. She was laughing hysterically. My hands started to tremble and I frantically pulled my sweatshirt off, throwing to the ground. I gagged, running to the bathroom and taking a shower. I stood under the water, leaning my head against the wall. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wanted to crawl into a hole for the rest of my life. I was utterly unable to stop thinking about it. My mind just fixated on every revolting detail. The dry, bubbly pops against my arm. The way the warmth spread through the fabric of my clothes. The way the smell followed me all the way to the bathroom. I shuddered. Bailey teased me about toilet stuff pretty often, but this takes the cake. I couldn’t believe what she did to me. I’m always the butt end of her jokes. Even that unintended pun grossed me out. I ignored a knock at the bathroom door. She started banging loudly and didn’t stop until I said something. “Dude, our neighbors!” “You have to let me in, I’m gonna pee my pants!” she sounded genuinely panicked. “I’m naked!” “You’ve been in there forever, I’m dying!” She turned the knob frantically, pulling in vain. I’d locked it. “Please, I gotta go! I’m sorry I farted on you!” I heard her groaning and whining, plus thuds against the floor when she evidently started hopping around in desperation. “I’m dying, I’m dyinggg…” Her voice was getting choked. The door creaked. She must be leaning against it. “I feel like I’m about to explode!” I cringed. ‘Bladder, explode…’ Why did she have to talk like this? Why couldn’t she hide it behind ‘go’ or something? “Alright, I’m going, I’m going!” “Oooh, I’m leaking, I’m leaking…” she squeaked. “Ew!” I yelled at her as I cut off the water. I was a bit quicker than usual in getting dried and dressed, but I was too mad at her to rush. “Hurryyy…” she whimpered in between frantic, strained vocalizations. The moment I unlocked the door, she threw the door open and barreled past me. Her pants, already unbuttoned and unzipped, were down to her knees before her butt even made it to the toilet lid. As the sound of hissing and splattering filled the air, I clasped my hands around my ears and went to run out of the room, but I stepped in something that made me stop dead in my tracks. A warm puddle outside the door. It led into some drops leading up to the toilet. “Ahhhh…” Bailey moaned into her hands. She peeked at me, her face beet red. “I peed my pants again,” she admitted, sounding like she was about to laugh. Then she saw my foot and gasped, looking at me wide-eyed. “Uhhh-“ I groaned through clenched teeth. I started shaking with disgust. “It’s okay! Get-get back in the shower! Wash it off!” I could tell she was fighting not to break into laughter. But again, I was totally frozen. Plus, I couldn’t get any closer to her while she was still loudly peeing. What happened next was an out of body experience. I felt like I was about to pass out. My body walked stiffly through the puddle, not even trying to step over it. I tracked hot pee through the house and, trembling from head to toe, sat on the counter. I hesitated, noting the dishes in the sink, but I needed to do it. I swung my legs over and ran my feet under the water, using an excess of soap and letting the water get too hot. Between the fart and the puddle, I gagged and retched at the thoughts. I felt like I needed to scrub for the rest of my life, but I eventually just stormed to my room. That night, as I tried to sleep, I tossed and turned thinking of these things. I just couldn’t get them out of my head. Skin contact with the hot liquid that had just occupied my friend’s bladder was too much for me. “Ughhh!” I groaned, putting the pillow over my face. Again, I found my mind spiraling through the details I unfortunately pick up so many of. How it must have spurted out of Bailey’s peehole, despite her struggling, soaked her undies and cascaded down the denim of her jeans. The way it must have leaked out of the cuffs and collected at her dancing feet, trailing behind her as she frantically rushed to the toilet. I saw her butt flash for a split second. I wondered exactly how intense the urge to urinate was for her, if she let the pee out by choice to lessen her discomfort, or if her body released it in disobedience. I thought about the times when my own bladder was screaming for relief, a fairly often occurrence on account of my aversion to toilet discussion, and wondered how it compared. She pee’d so much for so long. I left before it had even begun to falter. I almost wish I would have went to the shower, simply to satisfy my curiosity about the volume of urine she was really retaining. I wonder… I sat upright. “What the fuck!?” I said out loud. The sensation to gag tickled the back of my throat. I had been nauseated by my own thoughts. I tried even harder to forget about this one. I literally tried counting sheep. But in my guts, a pocket of gas moved through my body and settled uncomfortably in my rectum. The large amount of it made it so I only had to relax to let it out. No pushing needed. It ripped dry and bubbly and warmed the booty of my pajama pants. It sounded exactly like my roommate’s. I felt as though the events of today were haunting me.

Hi everybody! 👋 I've made a new OC named Gendryth! Naturally, the best way to introduce him is a comic about his crazy coffee habit and it's effects on his bladder~ Hope you enjoy! 💕 Gendryth is laid back, playful and highly intelligent, having mastered the arcane arts and now teaches them at a mage's college. He's respected by many in the magic community, but also known for his eccentricities... He's also mischievous, indulgent and scatter-brained to the point of forgetting to use the bathroom for hours! He's also often seen drinking absurd amounts of coffee, carrying whole pots of it with him throughout the day, and typically nobody questions this, as Gendryth is a lot nicer to be a around when he's had his coffee! After a particularly draining class, Gendryth likes to chug down the rest of his coffee on his way to the lounge... ...And then he makes some more! Despite his insatiable thirst for coffee, he's barely ever seen leaving class for the potty. If you asked him he'd probably say, "Well, if I didn't ignore my bladder sometimes, I'd be getting up to pee every five minutes!" But is that the full answer?? Perhaps he likes the tingling pressure of a full bladder~ After years of abuse, his bladder is impressively resilient, but it can only hold so much... Suddenly while teaching an encantations class, Gendryth's growing need hits him like a bus, along with a loud, stinky and embarrassing gas attack! As he takes flight he's practically already peeing, but with his last remaining shreds of bladder control he dashes through the long halls of the magic school... Inches from the men's bathroom, Gendryth's aching bladder won't wait another millisecond for relief... And it comes in all its steaming hot, golden gushing glory! Gendryth's tension and determination melt away into an ecstatic mix of pleasure and relief as he empies out into his snug white shorts~

Chapter 1 [The final quest to return back] "Time end" is a name that was full of significance, but at the same time, it seemed to fool those who heard it. In fact, it was the name of a simple desert land, an expanse of sand as large as the entire kingdom. If you listen to the marauders, "Time end" represents an hourglass with infinite grains of sand, like the desert from which there is no escape. If you studied the history of the Armond kingdom in-depth, you would discover that the name comes from the spell it has eradicated the realm of the same name from existence in a time gone by. Now the moor was crossed by a dark-haired girl wearing a white shirt and pants, how she got there is a mystery even for herself, her last memory was having decided to make a subscription to try the latest version of a game illegally downloaded, and that she had loved it madly, she couldn't remember anything else. However, strangely she wasn't scared despite being in a deadly desert at noon. For an ordinary girl, it wouldn't be strange to panic. However, Eloise had a smile on her lips, and it was not a usual smile: it was an expression of pure happiness, an uncontrollable expression, not she couldn't have stopped smiling even if she were dead. "The truth is, her biggest wish had just come true." "Shop!" said the girl breaking the silence. A virtual window opened in front of her. "It's very hot! Probably it's midday," she thought as she looked briefly at the sun in the sky and breathed in a blast of hot air. 0 coin: this was the writing observed thoughtfully by the girl. - you feel the pressure build-up -pssssssh- A hissing was the only noise the brunette heard, a sound that always made her blush and her heart pound. The hiss lasted about 7 seconds, so they wouldn't even understand what had just happened if someone else were near the girl. However, Eloise was in a paradoxical mix between bliss and frustration. Her white linen pants felt fresh, after all, the urine was colder than the scorching desert air. The girl would have gladly emptied her bladder under other circumstances, she felt pretty full, and if she was in a shopping center, she would have already found a solution, but now with disappointment in her heart, she had to stop the flow. [First Intentional Wetting] + 0 experience points + 1000 coins + 1 large bottle (1500 ml) - Title earned: (Novice Wetter) + 1 parchment (Over holding) - Welcome player 1 (Eloise Lyfart) + 1 interactive map + 1 exploration backpack + 1 clothes box + 1 getting started guide + 1 medium bottle (1000 ml) + 1 savory brioche (250 g) "Is this your first time in N.O.Q.?" Yes No After giggling lightly at her nickname, she said mentally and with conviction: "No." "Do you want to do the tutorial?" Yes No Here Eloise was doubtful: doing the tutorial in first person would have been great for her, however, she would have had to give up the trick she had discovered thanks to her incredible curiosity or maybe more than her thanks to her perverted mind. "No" - tutorial skipped - updated current quest: [Leave the Desert] "It's time for Farming," thought Eloise starting to be horny; her panties were drenched from the release earlier, and what she was about to do gave her more than just a tingle in her pussy, so she started to" Farming". Eloise's "trick" was simple: getting out of the desert would have been part of the tutorial, so no "malus" but only "rewards" were given inside it. For example, if she found an unbudging cactus and drank its juice, it would only fill the hydration bar without suffering the paralyzing effect. At the same time, if she were to get wet, it would not punish her bladder capacity or her own continence, not that Eloise didn't mind playing incontinent at a specific time. So there was more: in the tutorial area, it was possible to achieve objectives with extreme ease; this is because the player would not level up until he had acquired the mana core and the status, obtainable only after exiting the desert, meaning that Eloise could overcome the restrictions of the algorithm that calculated the difficulty (if she was really in New Omo Quest). The girl was a bit sad because the scat expressions were disabled in the tutorial. Therefore she can't "Farming" from that side, but she resigned herself to it, and after having decided what to do, she looked around, ready to implement the plan: Firstly she took off her simple sneakers, feeling her feet burning as she sank into the sand; Then she undid his belt and took off her pants, putting them to dry on a dune while her white cotton panties that covered his chubby ass were well exposed to the sand. Eloise fingered through her panties: she always liked touching herself through them, rubbing the damp fabric, even if now, with the atrocious heat, she didn't feel goodly at ease. -pssh- With her legs closed she released just 2 drops, at least enough to see her wet spot get bigger. [Deliberate Wetting] + 0 experience points + 10 coins + 1 small bottle (500 ml) [Rewetting ×1] + 50 coins + 1 light incontinence panty pad - Title earned: (Panty-wetter) Usually, even from level 1, earning a title so quickly and with so little effort would be impossible. Eloise called it a "trick" but thinks the game developer has probably deliberately added it as an easter egg. Satisfied by her functioning, Eloise waited for the desert wind to dry the cotton on her underpants. About ten seconds were enough, and then she continued with her method. -pssssh- [Deliberate Wetting] + 0 experience points + 10 coins + 1 small bottle [Rewetting ×2] + 100 coins + 1 moderate incontinence panty-liner . . . [Rewetting ×40]: Without special classes, you will not receive new bonuses after the 40th soak in a row. + 2000 coins + 1 Colossus - Title earned: (Yellowed Cloth Fetishist) - Title earned: (loose pee-hole) + 1× skill rune (Staining urine) [Rewetting ×41]: Without special classes, you will not receive new bonuses after the 40th soak in a row. + 0 coins "I can consider myself satisfied," said Eloise, a little worn out by the actions. Now her bladder was nearly empty, and she couldn't risk emptying it completely: she had a secondary quest to complete, and due to the sweat due to her heat, she drank the large bottle. She also removed her underwear, becoming naked from the waistline in a puddle of wet sand, with her legs spread and a little sticky on her thighs. - white cotton panties (yellowed×41) -? -? -? Peeing your pants gave the panties random buffs and debuffs, but Eloise couldn't see them now that she was out of mana, so she reluctantly removed them to put them in the clothes box, a pouch enlarged with magic. She took with her hands the linen trousers lying on the dune, now they were hot to the touch of her, which didn't help her, then decided to stay naked for a while, wearing only sneakers and a white shirt. 42,410 coins: this was the wording in the shop. With a satisfied smile and an almost empty bladder, Eloise decided to start her adventure in earnest. "100 Steps Right." "150 steps forward." "10 Steps Right." Eloise was walking, tidying up her bag, trying to remember where she had to go, but doing it with the keyboard was simpler than walking among the sand dunes with her legs feeling sticky after all the pee. After a while, before her, at the base of an exceptionally high dune, was what looked like a brick entrance to a dimly lit gallery. "So soon we'll fight." thought Eloise, a little peeved because she didn't like fighting in first person without overpowering skills, and after all, she was afraid to feel the pain of an arm that is cut off cleanly with a scimitar, that's why she opened the shop, a thing that theoretically she could do but without do anything cause of the low amount of money. [Sorcery Growth Bundle] - pre-enchanted wand (100 mana) - arcanist's dagger (100 mana) - bipedal weathercock coat - magician's panties (?) - wizard's boots (?) - magician's ring (?) - 5 health potions (100ml) - 5 mana potions (100ml) - 1x Skill Rune (Mage's evolution) Cost: 15000 coins [Warrior Growth Bundle] - iron sword - 2x throwing knife - lion leather cuirass - barbarian culottes - fighter bands (?) - fighter bracelet (?) - 10 health potions (100ml) - 1x skill rune (Fortitude of the physique) Cost: 10000 coins [Dancing Barrier] "A disposable protection that protects your life" Cost 5000 coins "It's a pain that I have to use my coin on unserviceable items, " thought Eloise, buying all 3. Now her backpack and clothes box was full of items that she couldn't use yet due to the level restriction, however before entering the cave, she put on her white linen pants, her barbaric knickers(a pair of rough underpants of a whitish fabric, that despite the appearance are very comfortable), then her cuirass and then she put on her cloak. Before entering, she tested the wand, it wasn't necessary to cast spells for any wizard, but she didn't have a heart of mana yet, so her mana was 0. The test was to use arcane magic to throw an ice spear into the air. With only 25 mana, she had managed to get it to the other side of the dune, so she thought it was so easy that she wondered if things were made more accessible for her. Arcane magic was divided into 2 categories in the world of N.O.Q., the elemental and the specialized one: the elemental one has a logarithmic cost and was calculated based on the physical properties of the element that made up the spell; for example, if Eloise wanted to create from nothing a liter of water at average temperature would cost her 1 mana point, and this remains unchanged in most cases. For the specialized one, the calculation was incredibly complex. If Eloise wanted to transport a milliliter of her urine into another's bladder, only 10 meters away from her, she would not be able to do it with 100 units of mana. After the tests, she entered the tunnel holding the iron sword in her right hand and in her left the magic wand. - you feel the pressure building up "Are you telling me that I'm peeing myself from anxiety?" Eloise thought, smiling lightly. "The tutorial is easy as fuck" she said softly to comfort herself. At 10 meters from the entrance, the corridor began to shrink, and the torches along the wall to distance themselves. Furthermore, it can be seen that it begins to descend as a spiral, preventing you from seeing behind the curvature further forward. "......mana...power.." "...incontinence.." Eloise heard two female voices arguing, so she slowed down, knowing they were the two marauders of the first fight. "Who is there!?" yelled a woman with olive skin wearing a white turban and beige with gold embroidery robes. "..." Eloise said nothing and wrapped herself in her cloak. "Israa, go check," ordered the earlier woman to a younger one, without a turban, with short dark hair and lighter skin, apparently wearing the same marauding clothes, but she also had a very nice shoulder strap that attracted the girl's attention. Eloise saw the young Israa walking in front of her without noticing anything. - the pressure is now unendurable "It feels bad without externalizing it," Eloise thought as she squirmed, being at the point of leaks, but she needed to wait to be 100% sure of not taking damage. "There is nobody!" The young woman said as she walked back. "Well, help me pull this stone out," she ordered back the older one. "It's our chance Israa: finally we can eradicate the curse from our tribe! Eloise was thinking about what the curse could be, even from her home, she had always read the dialogue, but in the game, she hadn't found such a tribe. Trying to not wet her pants, she took out her wand and channeling the mana created 1 frost spear and threw it straight into the back of the older woman. The impact and speed were insane, and the woman could barely turn around before she fell to the ground dead. [First Kill] + 0 experience points + 1000 coins [First wetting induced] - Title Earned: (wetting maker) + 1 skill rune (Omovision) "Laya...what...aiee!" -pssssssssst- "aieeee...don't hurt me! Stay away!"The young woman screamed as she peed at seeing her partner die instantly, jumping behind a wooden crate. "I don't fall for it," said Eloise and launched a second dart of ice which, however, shattered on the wood of the chest. "You leave me no choice!" Screamed the young Israa taking a snake's fang from her shoulder strap and running towards Eloise with the now semi-transparent white trousers from her crotch to her knees, showing her black panties. This distracts Eloise, who tries to throw another dart, but the marauder becomes too close. She didn't panic because she couldn't be poisoned by the snake fang during the tutorial. She told her: "That's a good last pee, my dear." and then thrust the sword into the young girl's chest. After another "psss" and a few droplets splashed on Eloise's shoes, the marauder fell to the ground. "I managed not to get hit," she said, satisfied, drawing her sword and wiping the blade on the robber's clothes. -your bladder is leaking -psssssst- A brief release of relief saturates the whitish barbaric knickers, her linen pants giving her a cool sensation while the panties that soaked up her loss nicely instilled warmth. "This feeling is the best!" Eloise said, starting to move towards the sphere to extract it and finish the tutorial, but as soon as she touched it, I felt her body weaken. "What's happening to me... huf... huff" She feels her muscles tire, and she falls to her knees, unable to hold her own weight. -pssssssssshh- "Ahhh, at least…it's relaxing," Eloise said before passing out. "Congratulations, you finished the tutorial!" "Hmhmm? Mom, is that you? Eloise spoke in a faint and dreamy voice, she thought of sleeping in her bed in peace, but as soon as she opened the slit of her eyes, she was overwhelmed by an incredible golden light. "Get up, little girl!" Eloise hopped up, thinking this robotic voice surely did not come from her mother. She looked down and saw that the floor was an endless mirror, immediately noticing being naked except for the rough knickers, which now seemed quite yellowed, which put her a little embarrassed, then she remembered entering the game and putting her hands on the opal stone. "Is this perhaps a dream?" She said, touching her own body, she looked down to see herself in the mirror, her hair was a bit tousled, and redness on her boobs which, combined with the yellowness of the knickers, made her think she was lying face down for a period. "Are you done?" Eloise turned to her voice, but she saw nothing noticing that she couldn't see the room's edges. "Who are you? Where are they?" She asked without showing hesitation. "Do you like N.O.Q.? "...Yes, that is. Why are you asking me?" "Glad to hear that, did you like the tutorial of the new full immersion release?" "So it wasn't a dream? Or am I still dreaming?" Eloise began to calm down a little more, trying to cover her breasts with her hands and turn towards her/her interlocutor also because she did not understand where her voice came from. "You're not dreaming, baby" The voice began to take on a feminine tone, and the light converged in one point, giving shape to a tall woman. She was twice as tall as barefoot Eloise, perhaps over 3 meters. While the woman's body was taking shape, Eloise saw the huge breasts and thick ass, and then the abs, which made the girl feel a lot of jealousy but also a lot of excitement that reduced slightly when it began to form around the body being created the edges of a long white dress. "Enjoyed the show?" The emerald-eyed blonde woman asked the drooling girl. "...yeah...I mean...who are you? Are you real? "I'm obviously real, the goddess of this world, and *pauses* I'm also the one who brought you here. Thank me later." "You brought me in N.O.Q.? Why? Can I go back? What if I die?" "Hold on, baby, so many questions I'm hearing, and I want to explain only some things to you. You know the previous versions of the game, and you will have fun here, trust me, you can go back when you manage to get this title* a message appeared in Eloise's log* and if you may die, let's say that there will be consequences" the goddess seemed very amused by this last point. But Eloise didn't notice it because she was directed to the message. Final Mission: Make the Goddess of N.O.Q. soil her Panties." Reward - title (divine mess maker) "Ehmm, it seems a bit hard, but not that hard..." The girl tried to open the bag or the shop but couldn't do anything. "Did you want to do it now??" the goddess asked ironically, adding, "Do you think it's possible to succeed in such a feat? Let me give you a spoiler, you probably wouldn't succeed in a million years, it's just a way to tell you that you will stay in this world for always. I don't care if you want to return to your boring life of sleeping, eating, fingering, pissing, shitting, etcetera... "Are you serious? The game isn't endless; couldn't I get bored after many years? "My little lassie, don't worry, I made this world at least as big and vast as yours. I also expanded the mechanics a lot, don't worry, ah, you cheated in the tutorial, you had no privilege to make that easy coins!" "Just call me Eloise. I'm not a child, I don't care if from your centuries of old age, you see me as a newborn, and then I don't like forced things, I really like the gam...this world, and thank you, but I would like the chance to go back, I've got a lot of gay content to watch yet, get those panties dirty and send me home!" It may have been the fact of being naked in an uncomfortable place, it may have been the fact that Eloise didn't like her impositions, but she yelled at the goddess. Obviously, she immediately regretted it, covering her insolence with both hands and thus leaving her breasts dangling. "HAHAHA, more than solely centuries, you can speak about thousands or millions, of course, you're just a fool hilarious silly, you said right, I see you as a baby, enough I really want to see you exploring MY world but don't believe that your unpunished attitude *snap of fingers* I'll remove the shop for a while and you'll have some surprises" the goddess giggled and started to pee herself saying: "You know, when I move human beings between different dimensional planes I lose bladder control, because of you it's the third time today, hahaha". With the hysterical laughing, Eloise felt herself being dragged away and then woke up lying on the ground in her cooled urine pool. - finished tutorial for level 1 player [Eloise Lyfart] - You now have a Mana Heart - your status is unlocked - scatological expressions have been forcibly activated - the use of diapers or incontinence items is limited [Status] Name: Eloise Lyfart Level: 1 Race: Human Class: none [Stats] Strengths: 9 Dexterity: 9 Constitution: 9 Intelligence: 15 Charisma: 13 Wisdom: 11 Continence (Bladder):10 (3) Bladder Capacity: 100 (30) Continence (Bowel): 10 (3) Bowel Capacity: 100 (30) "She decreases my stats, son of a... *guts cramps*" -pprrrbbttt- - The pressure is making you explode. "Great," said ironically Eloise feeling a warm gas warming between her ass and knickers. She didn't have time to take the parchment for the over-holding when ... -Your insides are poorly damaged [reckless holding] + 10 experience points + 10 coins + 1 corduroy pants + 1 cotton panties - Title earned: (Crazy holder) - fecal continence downgrade 10 to 9 (3) -bblblrrtt- -pbbrrt- -spllrck- A soggy mess much bigger than a melon smashed quickly against Eloise's white knickers, the rough underwear containing everything went to mash the mess, widening the back of her linen pants. "Yeah, I made an egg in my panties*she sees brown through white linen* an easter egg," she corrected herself. - the pressure is unendurable -psssshh- "You won!" Eloise said, resigned now, almost with tears in her eyes and her knickers now sagging and irreparably stained. [first calamity] [first complete accident] + 150 experience points + 150 coins + 2 medium flask (1000 ml) + 2 salted brioches (250 g) - Title earned (Novice incontinent) - urinary continence downgrade 10 to 9 (3) - fecal continence downgrade 9 to 8 (3) - bladder capacity downgrade 100 to 95 (30) - bowel capacity downgrade 100 to 90 (30) "Bitch..." Eloise, with extreme caution, took off her linen pants, trying not to squash the mess, she was in a terrible mood but the smell of urine made her horny as always, then she took off her barbaric knickers, being prudent to not get her legs dirty dropping the egg" on the floor with a wet *squish* and putting them in her clothes bag. -barbarian knickers (very soiled) "Cleaning will be a real feat, damned goddess," Eloise thought, unaware that a marauding girl in damp pants was watching the scene with a snake's fang in her hand, ready to launch her surprise attack. End of chapter 1 Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed the writing, hoping I will at least be able to write a second chapter. Unfortunately, I know there are some errors caused by google translate; I wish I had been born in an English-speaking country for these things.

The First Diaper Enthusiast Part 3 Slowly and carefully starting her trek to the bathroom, her internal pressure steeply intensified the moment her legs moved forward, forcing Valerie to remain rooted to the spot for a hot minute. One of her hands swung away from her aching stomach and cupped the seat of her dirty diaper, all by natural instinct. With Valerie’s desperation rapidly increasing, she couldn’t resist another fart out of her buttocks all drawn out and sloppy. Thankfully passing gas still helps relieve some of the pressure, but her farts can only do so much in the grander scheme. Then the foul aroma hit Valerie’s nose, still enriched by the scent of her poop. Her farts, while very invigorating for her, couldn’t be fully enjoyed at the current moment. Her stomach was already cramping again, as more pressure was building up in her anus, Valerie had to focus and get moving if she wanted to shit herself on her own terms. “I know, I know! It's now time. But please, please, please! Wait a little longer,” Valerie begged to herself, starting her treacherous walk to the bathroom again. Her guts predictably replied with an irritated grumble, ignoring Valerie’s plea by attempting to open her butthole again. This time Valerie could feel her sphincter open just slightly under the constant strain, despite how hard she clenched her butt. Time was rapidly running out for her. At an agonizing snail’s pace, Valerie stumbled her way toward her restroom, all while trying her best to keep her asshole shut. Moving forward one crinkly step at a time, this cautious yet abysmal pace was the best Valerie could manage without too much risk. Inch by inch she grew closer to her bathroom door and thus to her toilet, while trying not to think about her abdomen. However it wasn’t a pleasant stroll through the park for her. Every step Valerie took was met with serious aching, making her stop a minute before attempting the next step. Churning violently, all her waste took every opportunity to push against her anus without respite, fighting harder and harder with every attempt. Still Valerie put all her might into her butt cheeks as she soldiered onward to the bathroom. Meanwhile more poopy gas kept erupting from her besieged behind, reverberating in the huge mess in her pampers. In fact Valerie couldn’t help but excessively fart now, a not so subtle sign that her buttocks were beginning to fail. Eventually farting was no longer helping Valerie ease her cramps, and by now all the air in her room completely stank of her poop. This quickly became a distraction for her, as the intoxicating smell made it too easy for her to be lost in her head, thinking about pooping in panties and diapers instead of focusing on holding everything in a little longer. It didn’t help that Valerie was now wearing a pair of full pampers. With every step her poopy load squished around against her ass cheeks, exciting her nerves and becoming ever further distracting. With all this nonsense going on, Valerie’s situation was swiftly becoming a losing battle. Things were becoming so bad, she was beginning to shart with every fart that slipped, another red flag of her deteriorating situation. Little by little, crap was seeping out her sphincter, mere forerunners of the load of shit who were quickly winning. Endless pounding and pushing has weakened the anus drastically at this point, constantly twitching further and further open with each assault. Despite the damn near unbearable stress and constant distractions, Valerie did make it to her bathroom’s door at long last. It felt like a half-hour was spent walking to the door, while in actuality it was only a few minutes since she started from the mirror. Opening the door, the first thing Valerie’s eyes saw was her toilet. Salvation was finally in reach. Unfortunately, taking one step into her restroom, Valerie froze in sheer pain. The worst cramp had just hit Valerie alongside the hardest push from her load yet. Valerie now couldn’t move as her pained stomach continued to loudly growl. More farts followed, all wet, bubbly, and nasty. Her colon was fed up with waiting, time was up. “No, wait…” Valerie mentally protested, which was swiftly ignored. Now Valerie’s waste was acting with increasing momentum, as her sphincter started to slowly open on its own, too weak to keep resisting nature’s call. “Wait, wait! Not yet!” Valerie continued, trying to keep everything inside a little longer. But she could feel herself giving in, her huge load now turtle heading out. “No, no, no… I-I can’t… hold it anymore…” Valerie murmured, falling to her knees. In her mind Valerie knew it was now too late, now all Valerie could do is accept her fate. Staring at her toilet, Valerie gasped as her sphincter finally gave way to a massive eruption of brown muddy sludge. The huge brown bulge sagging from her butt suddenly expanded once again, becoming excessively swollen and heavier than ever. The bathroom air quickly filled with the many smells and sounds of pure poop filling the remaining space left in her diaper’s dirty padding. Valerie was mentally beside herself now. Never has she ever pooped this much before in her whole life. With all the pain gone and knowing what was sure to come, She still couldn’t help but love every passing second of her ass overloading her full diaper. Moaning ever increasingly, Valerie was becoming further heated with every ounce of her warm soft shit ejecting and spreading out everywhere. As for her diaper itself, its bulge was severely tortured. Brown and filthy, her pampers’ seat was already bigger than an entire watermelon and was growing still. As predicted though, the pampers’ rudimentary leak guards were becoming overwhelmed from the extreme mass with alarming speed. Mere seconds later the leak guards failed and were overrun. Like a flash flood rushing from a river’s fallen levee, brown sludge began to pour out of both leg holes onto the tile floor of Valerie’s bathroom. Two piles of mush now grew underneath Valerie as she continued to poop into her diaper and now her floor. Surprisingly despite spilling out to the floor, her shit was still determined to fill any remaining space inside Valerie’s pampers, so the mush started climbing up her butt crack toward her waist. Then Valerie gasped once again as she felt her load of crap crawl to the front of her diaper as well. Bending down she looked at the bottom front of her padded crotch. There two separate colors met, golden yellow and dirt brown. Then the color brown began to invade the yellow padding as poop began to crawl up the entire front of her diaper. Literally every inch of space in Valerie’s pampers is now choking with shit, even as the majority of it ends up on the floor Yet Valerie was still enthralled by the entire affair up until it all stopped. Just as sudden as the initial eruption, Valerie was done pooping entirely. Her anus was closed once again and there was nothing left inside her to poop out. Valerie breathed deeply, her colon now hollowed out while her stomach was no longer bloated. With all her energy spent, she lowered herself onto the floor and sat on her poopy diaper with a loud squish, flanked on both sides by her spilled sewage. The bathroom’s air was completely polluted from her massive dump. Adding to the stink came spewing out the last eruptions of gas, as an odd form of thanks from her colon for finally being emptied. Her farts bubbled and reverberated through the warm pile resting comfortably in its padded home. Valerie’s diaper was now no doubt utterly full in the most extreme degree imaginable. Both front and rear were deeply swollen and smothered dark brown, literally packed to the brim with warm stinky poop. Valerie sat motionless on the floor in her mess for an untold amount of time, mentally overloaded and struggling to process everything altogether. However once she came back to reality, she had only one conclusion on her mind. “I… I-I… n-need to… make better diapers!” Valerie exclaimed excitedly. Throughout the entire escapade she had forgotten her worries and was now exploding with new ideas for future diapers. “Thicker, definitely thicker for sure! With better leak guards to go with them! Oh, and they need to hold more pee and certainly way more poop! Maybe I can also make them slip on and off like underwear, and even make colorful patterns and designs too!” Never in Valerie's life did she think her dirty interests could lead her to make exciting new ideas for her new business. Full of ideas, Valerie looked around her and was quickly reminded of her messy failure. “Oh man, cleaning all this up is gonna suck ass,” she said, her excitement only slightly dampened, “But it’s gonna be totally worth it I’m sure.” Turning her head around Valerie could see how big her poopy bulge had become, even when sat on. She giggled at the sight and patted it with her hand, hearing a very gooey squish. “I’m definitely going to do this again, this hyper messy dump. Maybe I can ask Anna to make more of that prune juice for me,” Valerie told herself, “I do now wonder. How far can I take my dumps and my diapers in the future? Oh this is so exciting!!!” Now her head was filling up with pure instinctual desire, begging for sheer indulgence. The question of how to indulge was too easy for Valerie to answer as a dirty idea struck her like a cord. She had done this only once before with a pair of really poopy panties, but this was too good of an opportunity to pass up given how packed her pampers were. So she started to slowly and gently motion back and forth in her full pampers, squishing everything inside against her butt. “Mmmm~” Valerie moaned loudly. Feeling her mush and turds merge together was heavenly. Looking back down again, her heart raced as she pulled open the back of her diaper to take a curious peek. She was met with quite an ugly sight. A ton of gooey mush was all over the inside of her pampers, reaching close to the very waistband she was tugging on. Now Valerie knew exactly what it looked like inside the seat of her diaper, increasing her excitement tenfold. While still grinding her mess, Valerie spun back to her front to see the damage there. To no one’s surprise it was just as nasty and full as the back. Seeing all her poop tempted Valerie’s hands to prod around her frontal padding, making pockmarks with her squishy poopy bulge. However Valerie didn’t keep up these dirty machinations for long though. Even though her emotions were high and heated, she still knew better. Considering the more time passes the harder it would be to clean everything up, it was best to change herself now. Besides at this point the stink in the air was becoming unbearable even for her. With a content smile on her face, Valerie undid her tapes and rose from the ground. Her pampers hung on her butt for a minute before peeling off and falling back onto the floor. Taking a step back and looking down, Valerie was amazed at the mess she made. She then bent down and carefully picked up her pampers, trying not to get any of her poop on her hands. One last time she stared at the huge brown pile in her diaper and reflected on what she had experienced. “Tee-hee. I made a lot of poopies in my pampers,” Valerie giggled blushing. Despite the pain she inflicted on herself, the joy and relief was nothing like before. The pleasure? Undeniably delicious. Even the loss of control blowing out her diaper felt so good. It almost felt like being a baby again, helplessly pooping herself without a care in the world. Though Valerie could definitely do without the horrible cramping. Next time she’ll be better prepared. Taping her poopy diaper shut, Valerie shuffled to her scented trash can next to her toilet. Opening it up she simply dropped the diaper into the can without any special ceremony. Then she turned to the mess on her floor and mildly frowned. “Alright, let’s get this shit over with,” Valerie sighed to herself. Again as predicted, the clean-up was unpleasant to put it lightly. Thankfully she lost control on tile flooring instead of carpet, that would have been an absolute hell to deal with. Still it wasn’t sunshine and rainbows, its poop she was cleaning up after all. Might be wonderful in underwear or diapers, not so anywhere else. Even with heavy disinfectants and wet wipes, it took a while before her floor reverted back to its original cleanliness. Tired, Valerie jumped into her shower to clean herself. Her whole ass was scrubbed and washed with just as much effort as it took the floor to be cleaned. Once Valerie was done and stepped out, both her and her bathroom looked as if nothing nasty and dirty ever happened. Well other than the lingering stink still in the air. Luckily Valerie had a little bit of aerosol left to fragrant the air in her bathroom and her bedroom. With all said and done, she found herself back in her bed, aching for rest. No doubt she’ll have a well deserved gentle sleep, as the foreseeable future is now going to witness her new ideas slowly take shape. However, Valerie Donovan could never foresee just how far she has and will change the world. To be concluded…

The First Diaper Enthusiast Part 2 Valerie struggled as she sat up from her bed, her guts cramping and gurgling. After several hours of deliberate stalling, Valerie finally felt the time was right to fill her wet diaper with poop; of which had been begging to be released from her body for days. Instead it sat pressed against her sphincter, with every attempt to come out repeatedly denied, only constant gas was able to pass out of Valerie’s butt unimpeded. Now though she could feel her bowels and anus were completely full of bodily waste, bursting even. Her farts reflected the fact too, being much more frequent and the smell alone made Valerie and her crotch very excited. Every whiff of polluted air was ripe and foul with the essence of the pure poop within her, a toxic stench she had always found addicting. Valerie rubbed her extended stomach gently as it churned impatiently, her load pounding against her asshole with increasing strength and haste. Despite always doing her private business on the toilet, she knew all too well that getting to the toilet before losing control was very slim. Not that she was going to anyhow. After all, Valerie was wearing pampers, not panties. “Alright, alright,” She mentally resigned, “You win, you can come out now.” With that thought, Valerie stood up and relaxed her sphincter, ready to begin pooping in her diaper. Surely enough, Valerie’s farts were quickly replaced with the melody of soft crackling as her butt hole was opened wide by something big and hot. With a steady pace, the tip of Valerie’s huge load began to pass out of her anus and motioned past her ass cheeks. Feeling the very intense anticipation that comes when you're about to shit yourself, Valerie felt a minor twinge of hesitation, slowing her poop’s advancement. Considering using diapers was still relatively new for Valerie, this sudden uncertainty is a natural reaction. One that was fleeting. Valerie had always adored the very idea of poop filling her underwear all her life, her pampers will be no different. Besides, the point of no return had already been crossed. Despite the reduced speed of her turd, it was now gently poking at the padding, making a tiny bump appear at the seat of her pampers. Now every neuron in her body was begging her to unleash her load and fill her diaper. So with all that in mind, Valerie's uncertainty swiftly disappeared as she gently pushed. At long last, Valerie’s poop was finally free, pouring smoothly out of her butt into the embrace of her pampers. Now that tiny bump poking in the diaper began to grow in size into a lumpy heavy bulge, the padding stretching and sagging outward. Coiling like a snake, her turd was quite an impressive piece of work. Typically Valerie is used to making a modest pile of squishy mush in her panties. This load was big, really big. Thick with some serious girth that pushed against the pampers’ padding with its full weight, and yet her poop was still soft to the touch, radiating with a soothing warmth that spread out with the brown mass into its new home. As Valerie stopped pushing as it was no longer necessary to do so, her diaper continued to sag and bulge out as more waste filled the pampers, the expanding bulge now began to turn brown, the increasing size and color showing off the extent of the heavy pile inside. Valerie herself couldn’t help but moan under her breath as her shoulders slumped. The relief washing over her body ceased her internal pain entirely and rewarded her with a flood of emotions. Pleasure, joy, serenity, mirth. A smile painted itself on Valerie’s face. She could feel everything happening all at once. Her bowels emptying and her pampers filling and pushing out, every inch of her monstrous load spreading all over her ass cheeks, her diaper bulging heavier and warmer. It was heavenly for Valerie, just like pooping her panties, if not far, far better. Then with a sloppy wet plop, her huge log’s tail pinched out of her anus, followed by a small hiss of gas. Valerie stood motionless and still smiling, her heartbeat was thumping with her stomach fully silent and slightly deflated. Her girthy turd nuzzled against her butt inside her soiled pampers, the texture of her poop felt so gentle to Valerie’s skin, while its steamy heat was way better than her pee’s heat. Then the smell of Valerie’s dump stung her nose, its disgusting odor was even more potent than any of her previous poopy farts, elevating her ever growing ecstasy further. “...That… was so amazing!” Valerie said to herself. Full of excitement, Valerie walked over to a nearby mirror to see for herself the damage she had just wrought. Her reflection only made her smile widen. The bulge in her pampers was no doubt really lumpy and plump, stained a prominent brown from the warm mess within. Despite bearing only one huge turd of shit inside, Valerie’s poopy diaper could certainly fool others into thinking it was full, yet she knew that her pampers still had plenty of room for more. In fact if Valerie had pooped this same log into her panties, a lot of it would no doubt have spilled out onto the floor. While on the subject, Valerie had to admit that pooping in her diaper felt… different, far better than messing her underwear even. She couldn’t really explain why, but even right now she was still enveloped in a sort of high from pooping. Wearing her pampers, wet and loaded with her bodily waste, the warmth and sensations of both occupied all thoughts in her mind. All together these feelings made Valerie happy, comfortable, even safe in a strange sense. But why? She couldn’t say. Looking back at her reflection, Valerie’s eyes focused on her dirty pampers, and swung her right hand around to her rear. Gently her hand cupped the seat of her bulge, patting and rubbing the warm brown lumps. “Mmm~” Valerie murmured quietly, feeling up her poopy bulge. In her mind, she accepted that it didn't matter why she has such a passion for messing herself. After all it was never just for the short term pleasure, sexual or otherwise. She has always pooped her panties and now her diaper for fun, joy and comfort. Ultimately pooping herself made Valerie feel happy, it made her feel herself, like it was a part of her identity. Funny how it took her this long in her lifetime to understand and accept this fact. But now, that certain ‘pleasure’ was now creeping into Valerie’s introspective thoughts, and the sensations from her pamper packing made it too easy for her to give in to her desires. Thus her right hand immediately began to play with her dirty diaper, rubbing and massaging the warm bulge sensually. The shit inside squished and mushed to the manipulations of Valerie’s hand vigorously, squelching loudly as it was groped within the padding and buttocks it sat in between. “So soft, so warm…” Valerie thought, enraptured by her full diaper. It was a natural and addicting comfort for her to grope her smelly crap against herself, spreading and pressing her poop’s radiant heat and gentle touch all over her ass cheeks. The resulting squelching noises were music to Valerie’s ears, likewise the stench of her poop was intoxicating to her nose. “So… Poopy~,” Valerie murmured, her emotions being hijacked by her dirty perversion. Her face burned hotter, her heartbeat quickened, her limbs quivered. All this mounting energy funneled to her crotch, tingling again with heightened excitement. With one of Valerie’s hands busy playing with her dump, the other began automatically diving toward her frontal padding to play with her dripping pussy. Suddenly, a violent growl was heard from Valerie’s stomach once again, snapping her out of her sexual stupor. This was then followed by a nasty drawn out fart that bubbled out of her soiled ass. Her fingers felt her gas warmly flow past as it smelled just as poopy as the load she was playing with. That's when Valerie remembered that she had only just unleashed the first wave into her dirty diaper. Valerie’s smile widened again, the pleasure so far had been better than she had envisioned, so now it was time to finish the job. The plump bumpy bulge in the pampers quickly began growing in size again with the arrival of fresh sewage pouring out from Valerie’s butt hole. She didn’t even have to push or anything, it all came flooding out on its own. This second turd was even more impressive than the first. Thicker, softer, and certainly bigger, Valerie was surprised to find herself filling her pampers’ with this much girthy shit. All the while her whole nervous system was popping off like the fair’s fireworks show, loving every ounce of sensation coming from inside her really poopy diaper. The brown bulge grew heavier and sank downward as the air became more polluted with the stench of sloppy stool. It took half a minute before the second log fully landed in the diaper, ending with another rotten fart. Then a third log followed close behind even bigger and smellier than the last. In fact Valerie’s anus had to widen further just for this fat turd to plop out unimpeded. Much less firm too, enough so that the log broke up into many pieces on its exodus from Valerie’s asshole. Nevertheless, it all piled into the pampers all the same, mixing itself well together with the rest of the poopy mess until it too reached its end a minute later. “Ahhhhh~” Valerie sighed happily. Full, dirty, messy, no adjective could do enough justice to describe the state of her diaper, having a huge pile consisting of three large turds all squished against her butt and bulging out the stained padding. Valerie was now entirely drunk off the euphoria and mirth from her fecal sensations, staring straight at her reflection in her mirror. To see herself pooping in her pampers and make it sag downward towards her knee was certainly a wonderful experience she wouldn’t be forgetting. Feeling the aftermath with her caked ass, Valerie could only imagine how messy and disgusting it was inside her poopy diaper. With that thought in mind, she began to undo her tapes to see her shitload for herself. But then, another violent growl was heard from Valerie’s stomach once again, startling her. Caught completely off guard, her anus opened immediately, unleashing a surprise fourth load of poop into her pampers. This time there wasn’t any turd or log coming out. Instead the squishy gooey mush that Valerie was used to was flooding her diaper with a steady pace. Now Valerie was concerned, normally the more poop the better, but her diaper was already pretty full. Yet she knew her body still had a lot more waste within, she could feel it all moving toward her anus and into her diaper. “What in the world? Where is all this shit coming from?” Valerie couldn’t wrap her head around this revelation, “I mean I’ve eaten extra food but that shouldn't have produced this much poop to-” Valerie’s heart stopped. Anxiety began to chill her blood, as she just remembered that she had made one serious mistake without ever noticing. Yesterday while having a big lunch with her friends, her best friend Anna had offered some prune juice that she personally made from scratch. Despite knowing what prunes could do, Valerie didn’t even think anything of it and had a whole glass of delicious prune juice. Now everything added up in her head to a extreme conclusion: Valerie wasn’t just emptying her immediate bowels into her diaper as she originally thought, she was emptying her ENTIRE colon! “Oh my god,” She stuttered. Normally such a prospect would be exciting, if it wasn’t for the fact that her pampers were already full and she was nowhere near her toilet. “Oh god, oh god, OH GOD!” She panicked. Valerie needed to do something and fast, otherwise she would have to be cleaning out her rug for an entire week. Thinking fast she put all her energy into her butt and clenched hard, ceasing her crap’s exodus in its tracks. But Valerie’s impatient shit clearly has other ideas. Immediately her guts began to gurgle and cramp aggressively, her arms wrapped around her stomach in reaction to the returning pain. Clearly Valerie’s colon needed to be flushed out and it was not gonna be deterred from its goal so easily. Knowing all this, Valerie knew the only thing to do was to get to her toilet. That way she could overflow her diaper without having to deal with a costly clean-up. Easier said than done however, her shit was pounding violently against her anus, determined to reunite with the waste already in her pampers. Valerie doubted whether or not she could make it to her bathroom at the other end of her room, not without hurting herself at least. Still, she was a stubborn person and didn’t feel like surrendering to this urgent challenge. To be continued…

I haven’t pooped in four days. I didn’t even know I could hold this much inside of me. I’ve never waited this long before. When I went on this camping trip with some of my friends, I expected there to be a little more toilet privacy. Maybe an outhouse, at least. We’re staying in a camper van, one where the bathroom is separated from everything by a thin door which you can hear everything through. Everything. Anytime someone has used the bathroom, it’s been a subject of awkward laughter for everybody else. You can hear the fan go on, but it doesn’t help the noise, and it barely helps the smell. I haven’t been able to bring myself to use it. I’ve been bloated and sluggish, hiding my discomfort from them to the best of my ability. It’s been torture struggling to hold it in while I pee. I’m currently sitting on the toilet, desperately holding my buttcheeks together, squirming as quietly as I can. I have to jolt to retract the prairie dogs. Within a few torturous seconds of careful, directed relaxion, I was urinating hard. Last piss of the night. We leave in the morning, thank god. Letting out only my urine in this state isn’t impossible if my bladder’s full enough. If I have to pee really bad, I hardly have to relax on purpose. And as my rectum swelled with waste, it pressed up against my bladder, and led me to feel like I need to urinate more frequently. I crawled into the bottom bunk and started anxiously tossing and turning, begging my body to fall asleep so I don’t have to keep thinking about how badly I needed to go to the bathroom. I was starting to sweat, and unable to retain a pent-up fart I’d been holding in all day any longer. I hoped to god nobody was awake to hear or smell it. It released like nothing, sounding like playing cards around a bicycle wheel. The next one cramped, hurting me for a while as the gas moved down through my intestines, but the pressure was soon relieved in a long, hot fart that basically left my body on it’s own accord. This was what was happening until I finally, somehow, fell asleep. When I woke up, I swear it was about 20% more urgent. I didn’t think I’d ever been desperate to poop like that before. Occasionally, it was due to the consistency, but rarely on the volume alone. I was swelled up like a balloon with gas and waste. I scooted to the side of the bed, greeting my friends as casually as I could, who were cooking breakfast and getting dressed. I shifted around nervously, leaning my weight from buttcheek to buttcheek. I moved my foot under me and dug my bottom into my heel, eyeing the toilet longingly. The discomfort was extreme. I needed to pee, too, but I was no longer confident in my ability to retain my poop while sitting on the toilet anymore. And at this point, I’d probably clog it. I denied the offer of breakfast, but after a minute of persuasion, I caved in. I piled scrambled eggs and toast on top of it all, plus a glass of orange juice. I wondered if any of them notice my behavior, or how bloated I’m getting. I may be dying to shit, but I needed to be less in my head about this or they were going to start to get suspicious. Sitting to my left at this table was Lizzie, a tomboyish, somewhat heavyset girl with pink and blue pigtails. Across from us was Daphne, curly haired and covered in freckles, and Alani, my best friend. She had her black hair up in a messy bun, and a shirt about two and a half sizes too big. “Do you guys think we should stop somewhere cool on the way home?” I said, hoping to be able to poop somewhere on the way. “Whoa, Alexa’s talking again!” Alani noticed, “I was getting worried.” “I’m not used to not sleeping in my own bed,” I explained lightheartedly, fighting to keep from farting. “I’m tired, but I still wanna do stuff.” “I gotta get the van back by four,” Daphne said. She didn’t mean the camper. That stayed behind. We took her parent’s cramped van up here. “Aw, come on,” Lizzie said, “we can stop somewhere cool for a minute.” “Maybe, like, a gas station!” “Not if we leave now,” Alani supported. “Let’s find a place to go! Where’d you have in mind, Alexa?” “I don’t wanna pick,” I said, fidgeting and pressing my thighs together. My morning pee wanted out pretty badly, too. I think I had a good few hours of retention left in me before I popped, plenty of time to get back home. “Well, I gotta poop, so let me know,” Alani hopped off the seat and entered the bathroom. While we talked, we heard the toilet seat drop and her butt make contact. We heard the pattering of her pee, then a couple of plops. Everyone smirked and tried to talk over it. We heard the paper rustling and ripping, then a couple of wipes and the toilet flush. I wish I shared their bodily confidence. Somebody mentioned an antique store and everyone seemed on board with it. We got in the car and started off. The dirt path leading off the campsite was so bumpy that it mercilessly sloshed my excretion around inside me, increasing my discomfort tenfold. My morning pee yearned to be drained, but my feces was cramping with urgency. We couldn’t get to this antique store fast enough. It took an hour to get there. By then, my situation was pretty dire. I was sweating and my hands were clammy. I couldn’t hear my stomach over the music, but I could feel it’s contents churning. I literally couldn’t hold a few farts in, but luckily the windows were open. We pulled in and I was the first one out, stepping around and putting a little pressure on my behind when nobody was looking. The building was rustic, perfect for an antique store, characteristic of the area we were visiting. I hurried inside, but my friends were close behind so I didn’t ask for the restroom just yet. I waited until they got a bit into the aisles, then I slipped away. “Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” I asked pleadingly, feeling so close to relief. The old man behind the counter shook his head. “Not for the public.” I blinked. “W- I just- it’s such a long drive-“ “Gas stations on either side of this road got ‘em,” he said simply. I huffed with frustration, going back to my friends, who were genuinely looking for things to buy. I was ready to leave. My belly felt ready to explode. I passed a mirror and lifted my shirt up, inspecting the way the skin held tight around my unusually swollen midsection. I couldn’t hold in another fart. I could only get away from the others as quick as I could as it put-put-putted it’s way out of me with each step. I was nearing my limit. Hopefully, we’d stop at a gas station. If not, it’s another hour’s drive back home. When we finally got back to the car, I felt so full I wanted to throw up. I held my breath as I gingerly entered the backseat, the contact with it against my butt causing noticeable movement to the log I was holding inside me. My morning pee had grown in urgency accordingly, and I was having trouble keeping still at all. I found myself turning to desperate measures. ‘Could you do my a favor? I’m so sorry’ I sent to Alani. She gave me a confused look. ‘Of course, what?’ ‘Could you ask them to stop at a gas station?’ She paused. ‘For real?’ ‘I don’t want to ask it’ ‘Why?’ ‘Idk I’m embarrassed’ ‘Just ask it!’ I paused. ‘I can’t’ ‘Dude, why?’ I writhed in frustration, discomfort panging through my organs. ‘Could you please just ask for me? Please? I’ll buy you something there’ Alani sighed. “Do you guys think we could stop at a gas station?” Lizzie and Daphne groaned collectively. “I need to get my parent’s van back!” Daphne said. “It’ll only take a minute!” “We’ve got, like, thirty minutes left. Can you hold it?” She looked at me. “I mean, yeah.” I groaned inwardly, sinking in my seat. “I also wanted a snack,” she continued. “We got some in here,” Lizzie said. “Plus, we’ve only got, like, thirty minutes left to drive.” It was closer to an hour, but I didn’t say anything. Now the windows were up, and there was no music playing. I begged my body not to produce another fart. I could hear the gurgling of my gut over the sound of the car. After some time passed, and the urgency rose accordingly, I felt more gas bubbling up at an alarming pace. It moved rapidly through my gut and I frantically rolled down the window just in time for a hot puff of air to push it’s way out of me. It was getting bad. Really bad. So was my need to piss. I pulled up directions on my phone just to see how far we were. 35 minutes. For twenty minutes after that, I squirmed constantly and tried to distract myself, counting road signs and focusing on my phone. “Can we roll the windows back up?” Lizzie asked, “it’s so hot in here.” Hesitantly, I rolled mine up. I couldn’t imagine the embarrassment I’d feel if I audibly farted, and a reaction to the smell would worsen it intensely. My swollen bladder urgently pulsed and contracted, desperately inflicting discomfort to signal me to release it. It’d be an emergency even without the several pounds of waste backed up in my behind. I checked my phone again. 10 minutes. Suddenly, a hot pocket of gas travelled up to my anus, carrying with it urgent pressure. I was able to retain it for only a few desperate seconds. Put-put-put-put-put. “Alani!” Daphne scolded, partially joking, partially annoyed by the incoming smell. “That wasn’t me, that was one of you guys!” “Well, it definitely came from back there, and I’ve never heard Alexa fart in my life.” I kept my attention on my phone. Potentially suspicious, but I was in so much pain I could hardly stand it. My stomach bulged out and pressed up against my waistband like they were a full side too thin. While my bladder was ready to leak, my rectum was ready to explode. My sphincter contracted, and the poop that pressed against my butthole genuinely felt like it was going to come out. I jolted my body, clenching every muscle in my lower half to keep it in. It eventually retracted, but it was unbelievable how badly I needed to relieve myself. I had never needed a toilet so urgently in my entire life. Another long fart forced it’s way out of my body. Loud, hot, and almost let some of my solid waste out. I clenched my buttcheeks, grabbing desperately at my underthighs while I struggled to retain it all. I could feel my rectum spasming with exertion. “Alani!” Daphne and Lizzie said in unison, lowering their windows. I glanced at Alani, who was watching me wide-eyed. I looked away in humiliation, my face burning hotter than the sun. “I-I just really have to use the bathroom,” she said, “if you won’t stop at a gas station, don’t get mad at me if I stink the car up.” “There’s literally five minutes left! Do you want to get dropped off before Alexa?” “N-no!” she said quickly, “I’ll be fine.” I forgot I was the first person to get dropped off. Thank god. I sat on my hand as discreetly as I could, pressing into my sphincter and gyrating my hips. I was unable to keep in another rumbling fart, feeling my ass vibrate and the gas hotly pass through my fingers. It was getting exceptionally difficult not to pee on myself every time I passed gas. I saw the turn for my neighborhood come into view and let out a small sigh of relief. Only a few more minutes… My swollen belly was ready to split open. I thought I was gonna be sick, and hoped it would stay down until I got out of the car. My urge to urinate had gotten exceptionally urgent, only adding to the bloat that my fecal matter was expanding upon by the second. I was sweating so badly, I hoped nobody noticed. I couldn’t look at Alani out of shame, but I was grateful to have someone covering for me, especially when I accidentally let out a hard fart as I bent over to grab my bag. I cringed, afraid it was too obvious. “The fuck did you eat?” Lizzie said. “I don’t even know, man,” Alani laughed. As they pulled up to my apartment complex, I was stepping out of the car before they were completely stopped. They all said their variations of bye, Alexa! simultaneously. “Seeyouguys!” I said, frantically shutting the door and rushing into the building. I unfortunately had a couple flights of outdoor stairs to climb. As soon as my friend group was out of eyesight of me, I held my butt tightly. The urge to shit was unbelievable. Alarm bells were ringing and I was dripping with sweat, begging every diety I could think of not to make me mess myself when I’m this close to relief. I got to my apartment and practically threw myself into the doorway, slamming awkwardly into the unbudging door. Locked. My full, fattened gut got squished badly, forcing me into an all-out potty dance. I pressed harshly into my backside and held my crotch, writhing on the spot and pressing my thighs together with each side step. In my desperate stupor, I’d neglected to get my housekey out of my bag. I banged on the door. “Jacine!” I called desperately. When there was no answer, I did it again. “Jacine, open the door!” I begged, squirming crazily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my neighbor opening his door to get in. I hadn’t even noticed him come up. Embarrassed, I forced my hands to my sides and settled for standing awkwardly while I knocked loudly. “Oh, god…” I whined, bending down to check under the mat. Of course we don’t have a spare key. I swung my very full backpack around and searched frantically for my key, which I usually just drop freely into the bag. It was taking so long, I started pulling out my belongings and dropping them around me, rocking back and forth in agony while I dug my heel into my butthole. I gasped when I finally found it and tried to shove it into the doorknob with my clammy, trembling hands while I was still on my knees. “Come onnn…” I whined through my clenched teeth, bouncing on my foot trying to keep my pee and poop in. I finally managed to get it. I leapt up and bolted to the bathroom, leaving all my stuff strewn about in front of my open apartment door. I slammed into the locked bathroom door in a similar fashion than before, noticing the shower water running on the other side of the door. My heart dropped. I started crying. I was clutching my crotch to hold my bursting bladder and digging my fingers in between my clenched buttcheeks, swaying my trembling body side to side. My body was screaming at me. It forced out a loud toot, my anus dilating as solid waste pressed against it, nearly forcing itself out. I squeaked and writhed on the spot, pressing against my butthole. It slowly retracted away from my quivering sphincter, remaining tremendously uncomfortable in my overfull rectum. I clutched my stomach and doubled over, thinking for a second that I was going to be sick from the intestinal pressure, when I heard the shower water cut off. I gasped eagerly, stepping side to side and wiping the tears from my face. It then occurred to me how embarrassing it would be if she saw that I was so desperate to blow up the bathroom, I dropped my stuff to the ground outside. I groaned miserably and hobbled to the door. Not daring to bend over, I dropped carefully to my knees and dug my heel into my asscrack as I gathered my belongings. My hands were shaking. Beads of sweat were on my forehead and above my upper lip. When I pushed myself up, I farted hard and peed a little, then clenched every muscle in my body to make sure those was the only things that came out. “Oww…” I groaned in agony. I dragged my bag across the ground to minimize the heavy lifting and leaned against the wall by the bathroom door. I knocked sheepishly, patting my butt with my free hand. “Jacine?” My voice trembled. I gasped when my rectum contracted and tried to force me to let it out. “Jacine!” The door cracked and her freckled face peeked out wearing a towel on her head. “Alexa! You’re back!” “Yeah, I gotta get in there now, dude…” I said urgently, trying to get in. “Wa-wait- hold on, man!” she laughed as I pushed past her into the steamy bathroom, stepping side to side with my hands behind my back while I waited for her to leave. It was humiliating, but I was absolutely desperate. “Gotta pee, huh?” she teased while she got her stuff off the sink. I swallowed nervously. “Please, Jacine, I really have to go…” I tensed up when my belly contracted and tried to void. My poop pressed against my sphincter, and I strained everything below my waist to keep it in. I pressed into my butt with the back of my hands. “All yours,” she said, leaving. The urgency skyrocketed this close to relief. I wasted no time. I frantically tore my jeans open, going up to the toilet and getting ready to let go, when I realized she’d left the door open. With tear-inducing frustration, I practically leapt over and shut the door. I couldn’t get back to the toilet fast enough. During the frantic steps to and from the door, my body suddenly forced out a spurt and the tip of my unimaginably large turd, which sat grossly against my butt in my underwear. Still filled with enough piss and shit to fill a water tower, I writhed crazily, determined to retain the rest of it while I wrestled my pants down. It fell into the toilet bowl when I finally yanked my pants down, plopping my ass down and immediately exploding. “Uhnn-“ I moaned, the massive weight finally emptying out of my tortured bottom, the ocean of pee bursting out of my pussy. My enormous waste pushed out and coiled in the toilet beneath my butt. It was bizarre to feel so much matter shift and leave my belly. It was multiple day’s worth, pounds and pounds of it. A barrage of waste and gas assaulted the toilet, forceful, constant and unyielding. I clutched my stomach and felt the tight bloating shrink turn back to it’s normal, squishy form. I had to flush two times before I was done to ensure I didn’t clog the toilet. By the time I was finished, I was drenched in sweat and almost needing to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe it was finally over with. The days of discomfort were finally over.

The sun had just reached high noon and the streets of the kingdom of Lucivania were packed with civilians. In the mass of people was a young man no older than nineteen trying his best to get out of the crowd. His name was Sawyer Youngee and he was an up and coming adventurer. A person who wondered from kingdom to kingdom trying their best to help the world around them by doing quests and just helping. As he finally got out of the crowd and onto the side of the long cobblestone path he looked back and noticed the crowd easily reached triple digits. "Damn." Sawyer said bluntly as he tried to figure out why so many people of all different races were outside but all he could remember was something about their queen being replaced. Either way he didn't care and brushed a white hair from his eyeline and behind his ear. Looking down the road from the crowd he spotted a small tavern. He could use a break from walking around. He loved his jacket, it was black with small white lines and emblems on the seams but it wasn't so useful in this heatwave the kingdom was in. So Sawyer quickly opened the satchel he had on his left hip and looked to see how much coin he had. He moved the small bits of metal and stones out of the way and grabbed his coin pouch. It wasn't a lot but enough for a decent meal. Quickly making sure his spear was still on his back he started walking the short stroll to the tavern.

Looking for some good videos of girls in diapers letting out some loud farts. Doesn't really have to only be them farting in diapers. They can fart while wetting/messing themelves. But either way, feel free to share any vids/clips you may have.

Hey! I've been trying to buy this clip on Jade for a bit but I keep running into issues. I'm sure all of DLFF-129 is great but I'm really only interested in the 3rd one, aka DLFF-129-3. If anyone has posted it anywhere I'd love to see it! I'd also be willing to purchase the clip from anyone who can buy it for me. I don't know why this site won't let me buy anything.

Tsukasa was sitting in her final class, blushing madly as her bowels ached. She had made it through the entire day, desperate for a bathroom, but because of some girls fooling around in the bathrooms, they were closed to students unless the students were trusted. But Tsukasa was not trusted. She was one of the girls who fooled around in the bathrooms when they were caught. She couldn't go relieve herself, so she had to wait until she got home. Tsukasa desperately wanted to let out a few farts, but would be far too embarrassed to do it during class. So she waited until she left school to actually let out some wind. The final bell rang through the school, and all the students began packing their things and leaving the class. Tsukasa carefully stood, and blushed as a quiet, little fart escaped from her rear uncontrollably. The pressure from the seat wasn't there anymore, allowing the unwanted fart to escape. As she began packing everything into her backpack, she smelled her fart faintly. But there was plenty more inside of her, she just had to get outside before she could actually release it. She put her backpack on, and followed the rest of the students with one hand on her stomach. Her bowels grumbled silently as she whinced slightly. Tsukasa exited the school and began making her way down the street, and turned down the walkway onto another street. She glanced to her left, then to her right, and smiled as she seen no one around. No one ever went on the street that she took home, luckily. She smiled before relaxing her rear, and a loud brrrrrrrrrfrrrrrrrrrt sounds from her bum as a loud, dry fart released from her bowels. She moans silently as she blushes, feeling the relief of releasing her air to be extremely amazing. Just as she released her air, she felt a tingle down in her nether region. Could Tsukasa be enjoying this a little too much? "Aaaah~ it feels to good~" Tsukasa said to herself silently. She pushed, and a pfffrrrrrrrrrt sounds as more wind escapes from her rear. She found herself to be enjoying her predicament a little, being a little disappointed that she couldn't smell her flatulence. She continued making her way to her home, pushing out a fart every now and then. She finally reached her front door of her house, taking her keys out of her pocket and frantically putting them in the door as she placed a hand on her stomach, whincing. Her bowels churned angrily, a large portion of poo that urgently needed to be evacuated nearing the escape. A loud, sudden frrrrrrrrrrrrrrt escaped as a smelly fart escaped from her rear, the mess getting closer to escaping. Tsukasa kept getting the wrong key as she let out a pained whimper. Just then, a bit of solid poo began poking out from her rear, causing her to whine audibly as she fumbled with her keys, trying to find the key to unlock her door. The mess squeezed further out before it touched cotton, meeting the resistance of her panties. She continued fumbling with her keys as her poo began to push her pink panties out. She finally found the right key, and inserted it into the lock of the door. Even though she finally got the key inserted into the door lock, her body seemed to have other plans. As soon as she inserted the key into the door, her body involuntarily caused her to push, a loud crackle sounding from her rear as poo began roping out from her bum and into her pink panties. Tsukasa gasped and blushed madly as her panties began bulging out. The crackling began to get more muffled as her panties began sagging down with the additional weight being exerted into them, the brown mass growing in size. Her skirt hid her accident, but Tsukasa felt and smelled what was going on as she gave up, and pushed voluntarily, causing a sudden splooooorch to sound as brown mess exploded from her bum and into her filled panties. She breathed heavier as she grunted cutely, pushing again as the bulge continued ballooning out, the seat of her once pink panties now turning to a brownish pink colour. The mess began spreading quickly across both her bum cheeks as her lower lip quivered and her cheeks flushing. She moved her hand that was on her stomach to the rear of her as she placed it softly on the slightly ballooned skirt as she pushed. She grunted adorably as she pushed the last of the mess out, blushing deeply as she whimpered. The deed was done. Tsukasa just filled her panties. "Oh.. I just... oh no..." She told herself as she blushed. She turned the key and unlocked her door, entering it before closing it behind her, the mess shifting about in her panties. The stench from her accident wafted up her nose as she blushed, keeping her hand placed on her rear. Soon, Tsukasa found herself slightly enjoying her accident. "It feels... weird... But warm.." She told herself. Tsukasa found herself staying in her soiled panties for a few hours before finally cleaning up. It was quite a messy afternoon for Tsukasa.

I've wanted to do another Yuka story for awhile. This one is a rewrite of the first story I wrote called The Thief and The Holy Girl. This time though, I wanted to make a longer, more fleshed-out story with more situations. I'll give the warning that this first part has no drawn out desperation, but that will be coming later. If casual peeing/pooping isn't your thing, then this first part isn't going to tickle your pickle. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part I In the courtyards of the prison, she could hear them talking, though just barely. “So what did she do?” One guard asked another. “Assaulted a noble. There was a brawl in a small teahouse, nice little place. A couple of kids got rowdy, just as Lord Danshin’s son was visiting. In the whole mess, this girl, thin as a beanpole lashes out at somebody and misses him. Hits the noble’s kid square in the jaw.” The first guard seemed to find it difficult to take in. “This is that girl down in the cellar, right? The cute one with blonde hair?” “Yep. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right, so anyway, Danshin’s kid, now covered in tea, starts hollering and screaming. He demands whoever struck him must be executed. By now, the rest of these kids have realized who it is screaming and they’ve bolted out the front door. Not the girl though, she was just stood there.” “So she’s sat in that cell waiting for the gallows?” “Nope. A few weeks before we were meant to do it, Captain of the guard comes to visit personally. Claims Lord Danshin’s kid was way out of hand and that her sentence be lowered to a life imprisonment. So she’s shoved down into the cellar and left to rot.” “Shame, she’s cute.” In the bowels of the prison, in the old cells deep beneath the ground, a thief had been locked up. For the crime of assaulting a noble, she was to miss trial and be sent straight to the gallows. But the sun shone from her arse one lucky day when that execution was reduced to life imprisonment. This thief was Yunoko Tanobi, a blonde-haired miscreant and extremely talented. It was her who had raised her fist to that noble, striking him square in the cheek. Now, she was left to rot in this cell. She was a sharp, tomboyish girl of nineteen years. Courtesy of her thin frame, she had a sharp, distinct face with amethyst coloured eyes. She had long, straw-coloured hair that reached her shoulders, or would if it did not flick upwards. It was as if a banana skin had been discarded atop her head. That was the joke that was shared among her friends. The well-renowned beauty of Orientian girls was lost to Yunoko, with her wide whimsical eyes that always seemed to be looking for something and her thin crooked lips that held a certain sinister intend buried behind a friendly grin. As for her body, she was thin and built like a beanpole, barely an ounce of fat on her. She was skinny, lanky, and well shaped only around her arse, which she often touted as been her best feature. Even without any sun for so long, she was still a light tan colour. Appearance meant little to her, and her philosophy for thievery had always been the less she wore, the less constricted she felt. Because of this she often favoured a long white robe without sleeves; She’d torn them off believing it made her difficult to grab. She’d been right until recently. Beneath her robe, she covered her breasts, barely, with a brown corset that exposed her midriff. Were it not for laws, or the constant propositions from drunk horny men in the late hours, she’d happily walk around with her assets on display. Her shorts were a dull beige and often so low she’d catch a stray wind against the crack of her arse and lastly her boots were simple, made of leather, stained with all kinds of muck that littered the streets. Today had been a day like every other day that had passed since she’d been locked up. Yuka had woken up, tended to a pesky inch on her arse, and hobbled over to the corner of her cell, scratching herself the whole way. Still half asleep, she’d squat down over the drain and take a long, hissing piss into the waiting abyss. She’d yawn, let out a tired groan and fart, all while her water rushed beneath her. She’d sigh with relief as a whole nights worth of water poured from between her legs, splattering against the iron grate beneath her. Once she was almost finished, she’d peer between her legs and watched the last of her piss rain down in the unending darkness beneath her. After she’d taken her morning piss, she’d shake off the stray dribbles, cursing the lack of paper she was given as she jiggled her butt to get dry, then pull up her shorts and get breakfast. An iron tray would always be waiting by her cell door. On it was a bowl of porridge, unsweetened, lumpy, and more like gruel, as well as a cold cup of green tea. Seeing that miserable excuse for food made her long to be back in the capital, eating meat and drinking wine once more. She’d sit on her bed, slowly nibbling at the lumps of porridge and sipping her green tea. Some days she’d think about the Thieves Guild, and others she’d think about Ania, hoping one day she could feel her soft embrace again. Once breakfast was finished, there was nothing to do but sit on her bed until nature called. Once she heard the moan of her stomach, she’d jump up from her bed and head back to the corner of her cell, where she’d yank down her trousers and take a dump over the drain. With a soft grunt, Yuka farted. She wrapped her arms around her legs and emptied her bowels into the hole. Eating nothing but porridge had given her a soft stomach. She’d farted again, only this time it was wet. After a few seconds of wiggling her backside, she’d feel her hole yawn and a slither of soft mess wormed its way between her cheeks. It passed easily, like slop. It fell into the sewers beneath with an echoing splat. Once she was relieved, Yuka hopped up, her shorts still around her knees, and reached for the papers she used to wipe. Most of what she used for paper were pages from the books she was given in ‘care packages’ which were often sent courtesy of an old friend. She took a few papers and bent back down. “You guys bring me this drivel, but won’t bust me out.” She scrunched up the paper angrily in her palm and used it to wipe her arse. Taking a dump was the last notable thing of the day in Yuka’s routine. With the exception of one call at noon to give her another thimble of bland tea, all she could do until lights out was lie down on her bed and stare up at the cold concrete ceiling. For most people, that would be enough to drive them insane. Not for Yuka, she held onto the hope that her friends were planning something to get her out of here. She was the best thief they had, no job went without loot when she was the one running it. Those thoughts were what kept her sane. Once or twice, if the feeling took her, she’d even entertain herself with her fingers. But touching herself couldn’t compete with the touch of a tavern girl. Their soft, almost silk-like touch gently fingering the soft spot between her legs as she’d grope their bare breasts was a feeling she missed greatly. Often, as she played with herself, she’d sigh, yearning for the touch of another woman, and it was those thoughts that entertained her and pushed her toward pleasure. The day passed, and evening came quickly. Not that Yuka could tell. There was no window in her cell and the only way she knew of the passage of time was by the Prison belltower. She lay in her bed, one foot hanging over the other and both hands behind her head. She sighed. “Someday…” Her longing to escape was interrupted when her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and that dire excuse for porridge hardly sustained her through the whole day. Dinnertime had to be soon, or so Yuka thought. An hour passed, signaled by the ringing of the bell, and still no food. Yuka grumbled, jumped up from her bed and angrily approached her cell door. “HEY!” She yelled through the bars of her cell door. The words echoed but nobody seemed to care. “HEY!” She called again, this time rattling the iron bars. Her calls were answered; The sound of heavy footsteps pounded against the old stone of the prisons cellar. A looming shadow that only grew as it approached her swept along the concrete walls. A large bull of a man appeared, wrapped up from head to toe in steel and leather armour. He stood at nearly twice the size of the prison doors and glared down at Yuka with dead soulless eyes. “What?” He said calmly, but there was no kindness in his voice. “I’m hungry.” Yuka scowled. “Dinner was meant to be an hour ago.” “You eat when we say you eat, Prisoner.” The man tapped the handle of his greataxe against the stone floor. His cold lifeless stare did not ease up and he leant forward to match Yuka’s height. She wasn’t easily intimidated by the Brutes display. A thousand cunts twice her size had tried that before him, and few could scare her. She too leant forward, mimicking every action he did; she slapped her hands against her hips, leant in until she could smell the cheap booze and aging meat on his breath and scowled, baring her teeth. “Dinner was meant to be an hour ago.” She repeated herself quietly this time, displaying a seething anger in her voice. BANG! It happened quickly. The Guard, for a large boorish brute, was certainly quick with that axe. He slammed it against the cell door, rattling the metal and sending a howling echo through the cellar. Shocked by the sudden rattling of the bars, Yuka fell backwards, unable to comprehend what had just happened for a second. She nearly fell arse-first onto the floor of the cell, but managed to save her backside the hard landing. “You eat when we say you eat, Prisoner.” He growled again, wrapping his meaty hands around the handle of the axe and cackling. All Yuka could reply with was a long cold stare that tried to hide her anger. Her heart was pounding from the fear that strike brought her, but she buried it in the pit of her stomach. I’d kick you in the fucking balls if I could. She thought, holding her tongue. “Fine…” She gave in, scrambled to stand up straight and brushed off the dust that had landed on the bottom of her robe. There was a twinge in her bladder as she bent over to reach her robe, and again the need to take piss had made itself known. “I’m going for a piss.” Yuka waved her hand feebly in the air, brushing off what the guard said like it did not bother her, and strolled over to the corner of her cell. There was no privy in her cell, or even a small hole to squat over. Her cell was directly above the sewers and in the corner of her room was an old drain that connected to them. Apparently it was an old drain for throwing old food waste down into the sea, and that was what Yuka had for relieving herself, a squalid old drain. It didn’t bother her too much. She’d pissed in far worse places in her time. The only thing that bothered her was the smell that crept up, and she even grew used to that eventually. She approached the drain, one hand already fiddling with the button on her shorts. The feeling of fullness that pushed against her bladder was mild, but it made itself known. It had been a while since she’d last taken a piss. This morning actually. She unbuttoned her shorts, hooked her fingers around her knickers and pulled them down. She turned around, angled herself over the iron grate that led to the sewers and squatted down over it. She couldn’t go so easily. Out of the corner of her, Yuka could see the guard was watching her squat. She could see those wide, bloodshot eyes leering at her, hoping to get a peek of something. She raised her middle finger to the leering guard and hissed. “Hey, I’m trying to take a leak!” The guard growled. He tapped his axe against the stone and leant toward the cell door. “Turn the fuck around!” Yuka yelled. The guard growled again, and this time he shook his head in disgust. His hand disappeared behind the wall and he pulled the mouldy old curtain over her cell door, bathing her cell in near darkness. She had some privacy, at least. Yuka shuffled over the grate to get comfortable. She found it hard to piss if she wasn’t comfortable. She spread her legs slightly and sighed. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she huffed and let her bladder handle the rest. But before she could, something caught her attention down deep in the sewers. Yuka held back her water and peered down between her legs. She noticed a very faint light from deep below illuminating a small patch of mouldy stone. A lantern. “What the…” Somebody was walking through the sewers, and they were getting closer. The thought of somebody wandering beneath her cell gave Yuka a menacing thought. One that made her grin. For no other reason that to amuse herself, she watched the light grow closer. When it was right beneath her, she intended to open the floodgates and piss right on the head of whoever was beneath her. The light came right beneath the grate and stopped. It was still too dark for Yuka to tell who it was, but it was probably just a guard; some poor bastard who’d been sent on rat extermination. She didn’t care, her piss didn’t discriminate. With a big grin, Yuka shuffled again, angling herself properly and lowered her butt closer to the grate until her butthole was almost puckered up with the dirt steel. With a mischievous grin, she relaxed and let her river flow. “I think this is it.” Somebody beneath her spoke. It was a boy, and the voice sounded familiar. “Are you sure?” A female replied to him. “The map says it’s her cell. Right beneath the sewers, right?” “Alright, get the rope.” They were talking about her, they had to be. Nobody else was locked up in the cellar. The rest had already been carted off to the gallows or released. “Who are they…” Yuka held herself, halting her water right at the tip of her maidenly spout. It stung, and she grimaced, but it subsided quickly. “Yunoko, you up there?” The boy called up. Before she could reply, Yuka peered around the corner of the drain, and upon seeing the shadow of the guard was gone, she called back down. “Who the fuck’s down there?” The boy didn’t answer. “Move aside Mouri.” The girl spoke in his place. “Yunoko, I’m gonna shoot a rope up to you. Get ready to catch it.” “Hey hol-” She couldn’t even get her words out before she heard a whistle fast approaching her. It was a dart, and behind it a length of rope was unfurling. It shot up through the drain, barely missing her left arsecheek. “Fucking hell…” Yuka cursed, feeling the wind of the dart. “You almost gave me a second arsehole.” With nibble things, she grabbed the dart before it could fall back between the iron bars. “Alright, I’ve got it.” “Now tie it to the pipe running across the wall.” The girl ordered her. “Can I at least, you know, pull my knickers back up?” “Now, Yunoko.” The girl sounded low on patience. “Fine…” Yuka sighed. She followed the girls orders and tied the rope around one of the metal pipes running along the wall of her cell. Her shorts fell down further and landed atop her boots, revealing her bare arse to a cold drought that felt refreshing in more places than one. As she tied the rope, Yuka thought to herself for a moment; she was sure she’d heard the name Mouri. It couldn’t be. She hadn’t seen him in months. He was one of her few friends in the Thieves Guild and a boy with far too little stones to be doing something as daring as a prison breakout. She tied the rope around the pipe and finished tying the knot. “Alright, done.” “Mouri, hand me those gems.” “A-Amida…” The boy shook his words. Yuka could hear his nerves quivering just from the sound of his voice. “D-Do you mind if I do it?” The girl sighed. “You’re kidding.” Things went silent for a moment. “Think you’re up for it? Remember make it quick and use these gems around the corners of the drain. Remember: The corners. Say it with me.” “The corners.” The boy repeated those words. “Amida? Mouri?” Yuka recognized Amida too, and now it was absolutely clear. She hadn’t been forgotten about and left to rot in prison. The Thieves Guild had actually grown some stones and come to break her out. “I didn’t think you two had the balls to come do this.” Yuka grinned. She felt all warm, her heart was fluttering and she felt a joy she hadn’t felt since she was last on the outside. After a minute, Mouri arrived at the top of the rope. He appeared beneath the grate with a less than satisfied look on his face. He’d grown in these three months, or so it looked that way. His dark hair had grown and a thin layer of fluff was growing on his lower lip. He looked like a man now. “Hey Mouri.” Yuka giggled. “Getting a good view of my arse from there?” She wiggled her backside. “Wanna give it a kiss?” The young thief’s cheeks burned a bright crimson at the sight of Yuka’s bare thighs, as well as her more personal of assets being wiggled in his face. He averted his gaze and looked straight ahead at the gross walls of the sewer. “Now is not the time for messing around, Yuka.” His words stumbled. “Come on, pull your shorts up and let’s go.” “This is the first time I’ve had a lads face this close to my arse.” She reveled in his embarrassment. Already, it was like old times, and that made her joyous inside. She hopped to her feet, pulled her shorts back up and buttoned them up. That piss would have to wait, at least she would have the pleasure of an actual toilet… or an alley. “You’re lucky, I was gonna piss on your head.” Mouri ignored Yuka and did exactly was Amida had ordered him to do. With four small orange gems in the palm of his hand, he pressed one against each corner of the drain. A small orange flame erupted from his hand and burned away at the metal, melting it almost instantly. On the final corner, he rested a gloved hand against the grate, relying on his legs to keep him on the rope, and caught it one the gem had melted away the last piece of metal. He shimmied up the rope and gently placed the grate on the floor of the cell. The sight of the barren cell twisted his face with disgust. “This is what you’ve had to live in for three months?” He asked. “And that’s what I’ve had to shit in.” Yuka pointed to the open drain. “Let’s get going before that numb fuck out there realizes what’s going on.” Yuka climbed onto the rope and descending with Mouri into the depths of the sewers. “Hey Mouri?” She whispered. “What?” “Thanks for not forgetting me.” Yuka smiled warmly.