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  1. Version 1.0.0

    2,543 downloads

    NOTE: This content contains hentai and as such, if it does not suit your tastes, then feel free to ignore. Link to purchase: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ245112.html For those familiar with the series, it plays in the same vein as the previous entries. You play as a custodian who's goal is to scare each girl in a courage test until they faint and are yours for the taking. Your goal is to have each girl's heart rate or bpm high enough that they will faint by scaring them up to 3 times. The best case scenario is to have each girl reach 210+ bpm such that they will wet themselves upon fright and fall unconscious. Before each girl proceeds their trial, you can have them drink something that contains a diuretic, and later replays, a laxative and a combo of the two. If they do so, at the start of the first round, they will want to use the bathroom. You can choose to let them go and see them relieve themselves or have them hold it. If they hold it, should you ever scare them enough to have their bpm reach at least 180+, they will be incontinent but will not faint. Should they ever be incontinent or relieve themselves before the third scare/round, the prompt will not show up. In this version, you now have the option of either giving all the girls panties, diapers, randomize, or choose individually. You cannot change their underwear midgame and as such has to be decided at the start of the game. Should a girl wear a diaper, if you make them drink the stuff before their trial, they will relieve themselves in their diaper which you can see in one of the screenshots above. Should you rape at least 2 girls before finishing a game, you will unlock a suppository in subsequent playthroughs. This allows you to insert it into girls who have fainted such that at the end of the playthrough, all of the girls whom you've inserted it into will need to poop but either do not make it in time or you obstruct them from pooping, causing them to thus mess themselves. The link below is a post in their blog that contains the stats of each scaring tool and their effects on each girl. It also contains hints on how to unlock the other tools as well as the laxative, combo drink, and suppository. http://b.dlsite.net/RG01474/archives/51820044.html#more Last thing to add: The game is still being worked on, with a patch released recently for bug fixes. There are plans to add at least one more character as dlc/in an update akin to Courage Test 4, which had a friend of one of the characters as a new character. So stay tuned for further updates ?
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  2. So this is a little something I've been quietly working on for a bit, now. With Journey to Arnwick finished, I'll probably have more time to devote to it. I can't say for sure that it's gonna be my next thing, but it's certainly something I enjoy writing, and something I have a lot of ideas for. Oh, and that "hypnosis" tag won't really apply until the second chapter and on, but oh boy will it apply. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 - A Desperate Escape There truly is no ideal time to get chased down by the cops, But how did they always manage to turn up when Jenny needed to piss? Speeding down the road, pushing her motorcycle as fast as it would go, she desperately wished the flashing lights and sirens behind her would disappear so she could pull over and relieve herself, but no. The red and blue lights continued to illuminate the forlorn road around her. She was honestly pretty surprised; her bike was fast. The fact that these police cruisers from some broke, no-name town could keep up with her was impressive. “One little arms deal, and they send the whole town after me,” She murmured into her helmet. The road grew rough, creating quite a bumpy ride. As Jenny bounced up and down along with her bike, she cursed each little bump that threatened to make her piss her pants. Ignoring the pressing need of her bladder, she looked around for any detours she could make- anywhere she could try and shake her pursuers. Hope presented itself as a somewhat more narrow road that she turned onto. For a brief but wonderful moment, the headache-inducing red-blue lights of the cruisers vanished, and only simple moonlight illuminated her surroundings. The fleet of cars behind her couldn’t make turns as easily as her lone motorcycle, and the turn put a fair distance between them. Another unexpected turn later, and Jenny felt she had nearly lost her unwanted entourage. Given that her bike was black, and her outfit consisted of a matte black helmet, black leather jacket, and black leather pants, she blended into the nighttime scenery pretty well, too. These wannabe cops had nothing on her, she thought. That is, until a cruiser pulled out in front of her from some unknown nook, nearly causing her to crash into them. She swore loudly, and veered right as hard as she could, finding another empty road. The shock had reached her bladder, and Jenny was sure she felt some wetness at her groin. They are actually gonna make me piss on myself, aren’t they? The howl of sirens behind her grew louder, and she knew it was gonna be a while longer before she was actually safe. She groaned loudly, and shuffled lightly in her seat. She labored to blank her mind, and just keep focused on the road while she emptied her bladder into her pants. Despite its terrible need to urinate, her bladder resisted. With a push, a jet of urine streamed into her panties. Her groin was overtaken by warmth, and Jenny felt her cheeks burn. She inhaled, and pushed again. Another, longer stream met her underwear, soaking them more thoroughly than the first. She felt the sickly wet heat slowly creep down to her butt. “Piece of shit cops,” she muttered disdainfully while she inhaled, and prepared to really let go. At last, her bladder was persuaded to release its contents. Urine flowed freely into her clothes, completely drenching whatever regions of her panties had remained dry. For the first time, that sickly, warm wetness began to crawl down her thighs. Instinctively, she looked down at her groin to inspect the damage, only to remember that she was wearing leather. Nothing showed on the outside of her pants. However, since none of her pee could soak into and be absorbed by her trousers, all of it ran down her legs. She felt the piss reach her ankles, and soak into her socks as it ran into her shoes. What didn’t flow into her shoes spilled out the bottom of her pants, immediately vanishing into the wind, given that she was driving a good few dozen miles over the speed limit. She wondered if the cops behind her were close enough to wonder what the deal was with the sudden, smelly mist. Her stream slowed, and tapered off, bringing an end to the most unpleasant piss she’d ever taken. Man, it’d really suck to get caught, now. She could already imagine the jokes and laughter they’d share if they managed to catch her, and she was still dripping. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Since she’d finished wetting herself, her focus could be returned to more practical matters. The last visible cruiser chasing after her was lagging a good distance behind. Barring any further surprises, a few more unexpected turns should completely separate them, and then she’d just need to drive for a while to make sure they lose the trail. She put her plan into action, and made a sharp turn. The longer the chase went on, the more Jenny found herself driving on what she felt had to be completely uncharted roads. The shacks and trailers she passed by could hardly be misconstrued as being signs of civilization. Being so far out in the boonies was supposed to make it easier to evade the police, for fuck’s sake. Cops in little towns like this were supposed to be laid-back. She took another road, hearing the sirens grow ever more distant behind her. She made several more little turns and detours, until she could no longer hear nor see the horrible red-blue lights and sirens. She couldn’t risk stopping just yet, but she did breathe a little easier. Doing so, she noticed a slight salty smell in the air. She was somewhere near the coast. If she could find a town or city on the water, she could well be home free. Coastal cities get a lot more visitors, and she could blend into the crowd more easily. She was forced to make one short stop when her eyes fell upon her nearly depleted gas gauge. The gas station she found actually occupied a rather scenic spot. Along a high coastal road, providing a look at the rocky shoreline below. She’d be a fool to use her credit card when the cops were chasing her, so she’d have to go in to pay. Just as well, as she wanted to visit the bathroom and see if she could clean herself up, just a bit. She parked her bike, and climbed off of it. The interior lining of her pants, along with her panties, were still quite wet, and had grown cold and clammy. Her shoes and socks were wet, too. She didn’t know which one, but something she was wearing produced a humiliating squish sound as she walked. She had to walk quite slowly to prevent it from happening. She lifted the visor on her helmet, and sniffed the air, hoping she didn’t reek of piss. The gas station was quiet. A man who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world than working the graveyard shift at a gas station manned the counter, watching a small TV with the volume on low. His only greeting was a curt nod in her direction, which she returned. If she smelled like a public bathroom, he didn’t let her know. She walked into the ladies’ room, doing her best not to look like a woman who already made a bathroom out of her underwear. As expected, no one else was inside. She took her helmet off, and set it on the counter in front of the mirror. Her tired reflection looked back at her. Her blonde hair was messy, and only barely resembled the ponytail she’d put it in earlier. She entered the biggest stall available, and mentally braced herself to lower her pants. When she did, she grimaced at the sight of her drenched and yellowed panties. They had been white, once, but an hour and a half of riding and soaking in pee had changed that. Weighing her options, she considered going commando, but she knew that her pants wouldn’t be a great deal more comfortable. For the time being, she settled on getting some toilet paper and wiping her legs down. Jenny froze when she heard the door open. Light footsteps sounded through the bathroom. Jenny hastily yanked her pants back up, ignoring how it pressed her wet panties against her. She peered through an all-too-wide gap in the stall door, and internally screamed when she saw a woman in police attire at the mirror. She was inspecting something about her uniform, but Jenny could tell that her gaze found its way to the slick, black motorcycle helmet on the counter. There was no way they hadn’t radioed every cop for a hundred miles and told them to be on the lookout for that helmet. The cop picked up the helmet, and began to inspect it. While her eyes were away from the mirror that afforded her a view of Jenny’s stall, Jenny quietly slid the door open. She opened up her jacket, and withdrew her pistol from an interior pocket. She cocked it loudly to make the weapon’s presence known, and pressed it into the woman’s back. “Don’t make a move!” Jenny ordered in her most stern voice. The officer’s only movements were to drop the helmet onto the counter, put her hands up, and turn her head slightly to look into the mirror’s reflection. That, and an odd shuddering motion. Her legs shifted repeatedly, and Jenny could see the woman’s face scrunch up. An awful smell hit her, and Jenny could only mutter, “Don’t tell me you just… ” Jenny glanced at the woman’s ass, and looked in disbelief at the large and growing bulge there. Her dark blue pants began to stain as the officer’s somewhat wet load was pushed into them. The poor woman well and truly filled her pants up. Jenny, in her wet underwear, could certainly sympathize with having to hold it, but she’d never soiled herself, before. She’d certainly never had an accident out of fear, before. She was made of sterner stuff than that. “Did you really just crap your drawers?” Jenny asked, judging. She saw the woman’s anger in her reflection, “Why do you think I came to the bathroom, bitch?! You just had to pull this little stunt now, didn’t you?” She was glaring at Jenny’s reflection- and thus at Jenny herself- but the officer’s cheeks were burning read, and tears were brimming in her eyes. There was a soft crackling sound, and the bulge on her ass grew. The officer averted her eyes in shame. There was a wet mound across her rear end, and it looked like some of the mess had escaped down her thighs, as well. Jenny thought her own panties looked bad, but there’d be no saving hers. “Fair enough,” Jenny conceded, “Guess this is what I get for pulling a gun on someone in the toilet. Anyway, here’s what we’ll do: I’m gonna take your gun and walkie-talkie, and I’m gonna handcuff you to something in here. If you don’t make a move, I don’t have to shoot. We clear?” Still scowling, but also still blushing and tearing up, she glanced back to Jenny, “... Clear.” “Awesome,” Jenny confiscated the officer’s gun, sticking it in one of her own pockets. She retrieved the handcuffs, and used her pistol to push the woman forward, and down onto the ground. She cuffed her to a pipe under the sink, and then took the walkie-talkie as she stood back up. The cop was clearly trying to find some way to sit that didn’t have her sitting right on top of her mess. Judging her squirming and cringing, she wasn’t very successful. “Now don’t you worry, I’m sure someone’ll find you before too long.” “Soon as somebody finds me, I’m coming for you,” “Girl, if I were you, I’d be way more focused on coming up with an excuse for why I have a load in my pants,” the cop, “Officer Jones,” as a now-visible name tag identified her, continued to glare at her with the most hateful look. Jenny found pockets to stealthily hide the items she’d taken from Officer Jones, put her own gun away, and reclaimed her helmet. As she reached the door, she turned back to the officer, and put a finger up to the front of her helmet, over her mouth. If Jones was smart, she wouldn’t call out for help. Jenny walked by the employee, who looked even closer to falling into a coma than before. With a mute wave, she left the building. She didn’t even get any gas. She’d have to make do with what little she had left. Resuming her driving, Jenny was certain she was going to have the rash of the century. Her legs were still damp, and already stung lightly. She could only take solace in the fact that she hadn’t shat herself like Jones. Everything else about her night had been shit, just mercifully not in a literal sense. When she saw a road sign announcing the town of Ravenwood, Jenny had little choice but to pay it a visit. The morning sun would be up soon enough, and she was exhausted. Surely, there’d be a hotel with a convenient enough place to stash her bike.
  3. Version 1.1.2

    7,179 downloads

    Hello! I've been working on a short demo for a game, if I had to guess there's probably an hour or so of gameplay. There's much more I'd like to add if there's enough interest, otherwise I hope some people enjoy it as it is! Fair warning, the difficulty is very high. Please download empire demo.exe if you don't have the RPG Maker VX Ace RTP. Follow me on pixiv and tumblr for updates and art! https://pixiv.me/livinginfinite https://thelivinginfinite.tumblr.com/
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  4. Version 1.0.0

    1,110 downloads

    This is a staged upskirt/panty fear wetting JAV. Girls go through a haunted house (viewed through a night-vision filter) and are frightened into wetting their panties. Enjoy, Rach
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  5. This is somewhat a continuation of another thread. It came to my attention that I might know of a few fear wetting videos that others might not. Here are some that come to mind. They are paid The Beautiful Bella Ink pretending to be in a house robbery https://www.kinkbomb.com/p/bella-peeing-satin-panties-in-fear/216885 Desperate Jayne https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/18697/1585312/fear-wetting Sinna(I think) https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/47160/9208467/snake-fear-desperate-wetting Old INeed2Pee vid https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/8256/543363/ineed2pee-sara-wet-her-pants-in-fear-fright-female-desperation-to-pee-video Dixie Comet https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/70886/17578894/the-auction Multiple girls, rare studio. Wolf https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/32800/9327227/big-bad-wolf-bed-wetting-wmv Unknown https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/140969/21965291/milf-pranked-and-pisses-herself-4k Exxotiqua https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/91049/16947980/got-so-scared-i-soaked-my-pants Marianas Sexy Shop https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/90859/15902588/that-night-i-was-so-scared-that-i-peed-my-pants Scared of heights in tree https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/8256/7934795/ineed2pee-kadie-wetting-her-yoga-pants-up-in-tree Alyssa Reece https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/77295/24054453/peeing-my-jeans-during-a-robbery The Allison Miller https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/44837/16812366/im-so-scared-i-could-pee-my-jeans
  6. something a little different for you today. the following is a mock-up of a messenger conversation i had with a friend (we were a couple for a while, but I moved away for work and now we're FWB on and off). she's into omo, but i don't think she's on the site. this is not the actual conversation, by the way, i have substantially rewritten most of it. even so, it's heavily based on our actual conversation, and most of the stuff we talk about really did happen (e.g. this first convo really did start with her talking about her new dog). i got her blessing to write this up here with names i invented for her and her friend and she's even thinking about contributing one herself. anything she writes will most likely be posted here through me, though (so i can make sure she doesn't post anything too compromising haha). so this one below is based on the first time i started to realise that she was into omo herself (she used to like teasing me about omo stuff before that, but i hadn't realised by then that it meant something to her, too). anyway, let me know if you like the idea! - des * * * Tuesday, 9th of June, 2015 Stef says: heeyyyyy Stef says: you home? Stef : guess who turned up today des: hey des: oh, your puppy? Stef : Stef : *picture of Tenterfield Terrier pup attached here* Stef : how cute is he?!! Stef : you wanna come oer and see him? des: ive got work tonight, you have fun Stef : so? des: ill come over tomorrow Stef : havn't you got like two hours before your shift starts? the bar doesnt open til 5 Stef : i want him to meet dozer!! des: uh des: maybe we want to give it a month or two before introducing himto Dozer des: Dozer would probably eat him Stef : yeah, probably... Stef : dozer's a sfotie though Stef : *softie Stef : I want them to be friends!! des: dozer barely tolerates you coming over des: he almost bit your leg off the first time you were over at mine Stef : Yeah omg that was scary as fuck ahaha i pissed my pants when he ran over barking! Stef : he loves me now though des: des: thats a bit of an exaggeration des: you wetting yourself, not him loving you!! haha Stef : hmmm! Stef : if only you knew des: what Stef : lol Stef : nah, wasnt that bad Stef : undies may have been a bit damp when i got home though Stef : but i didnt like full on wet myself haha des: hmmm okay! Stef : just a little haha des: thought I would have noticed a puddle des: I guess you could have blamed it on him being excited! Stef : it was me that was excitedd!!! Stef : scared anyway!! Stef : but oh well des: you scare too easily des: you won't even let me take you to a horror movie Stef : Stef : no horror movies!! Stef : why do you like them anyway? i hate being scared! des: why'd you come to that zombie puzzle room then? Stef : puzzle rooms are different theyre not scary! Stef : besides i had you there to protect me des: i'd be there with you in the cinema too! Stef : Stef : no! Stef : a couple of years back i was staying over at a friends place and we watched the blair witch project Stef : i have never been so terrified in all my life des: the blair witch project?! des: your kidding right Stef : des: its not even scary! Stef : hey fuck you, man Stef : i told you i cant deal with horror movies Stef : i had a horrible nightmare after that and I wet the bed des: haha really?!? Stef : its not funny!! Stef : her mum had to wash the sheets in the morning Stef : i was mortified!! Stef : how would you like it if i peed the bed next tme im staying over?! des: Stef : i bet youd like that too Stef : probably gets you off des: hey, you're the one who brought it up! Stef : dont change the subject! Stef : i remember when lucy and me came back from the pub the other day and we were both needed the bathroom but you were in there Stef : you came out and had a tent in your pants! Stef : and you were definetely switched on later des: well, you were away for the week, and it had been a long week des: i was just glad you were home Stef : sure sure Stef : anyway, thats not so bad, right Stef : if you're into it des: hmmm Stef : your not hurting anyone Stef : so tomorrow after work Stef : ill come over Stef : we can netflix and chill Stef : maybe if your lucky i mgiht have a few too many drinkies Stef : who knows what might happen!! des: des: lol do i need to put a plastic sheet down on the couch? Stef : SEE?! i knew it! des: knew what? Stef : Stef : just make sure you've got food! ill prob be hungry Stef : but dont get the turkish again Stef : we've had that way too much recentley des: I did a shop today, we've got heaps of stuff des: will just cook a curry or something Stef : okay Stef : but not too much chilli this time!!!! Stef : i dont wanna be running for the bathroom!! des: you'll have to anyway if you're having all those drinks Stef : hmmm maaaaayybe Stef : or i might have other ideas des: Stef : but still keep the curry mild for me please des: i know! i know! des: spice wimp Stef : Stef : laters. see you tomorrow * * *
  7. so i had a bit more of a think about where i wanted to go with this messenger teasing idea. the format's been quite fun to use, and i can write them up quickly since all i have to do is tinker with chat logs a bit. my friend has cooled a bit on the idea of writing anything up herself, but she's still keen for me to keep going on the condition that i also have to do write ups for times when it was her teasing me about having accidents (she likes boy omo as much if not more than girl omo). anyway i'm a switch and I have always liked the mild humiliation that came with her playful banter so i'm happy to accept her condition. but it did raise the question for me of whether it's best to include what would be both male and female omo under the same topic - knowing that most people tend to prefer one to the exclusion of the other. i did think about having two separate topics for male and female omo, but there's a lot of overlap in the convos so i can't really see the point. also i'd prefer to have everything in the one topic instead of having a new one each time. so what i will do as a compromise is I'll include a list of relevant tags in bold in the body at the top of each new post (e.g. female, messing, diapers etc...), and you can choose whether to read on or not. since i did one of hers last time, this first post will be one of mine. so please do note the male tag on the post below before reading on if that's not what you're here for! the tag prefix for the overall topic is still going to be female because there have been more instances of me teasing her than vice-versa and she's still the star of the show as far as i'm concerned. i'm not exactly the most masculine looking guy out there, anyway, so no hard feelings (edit: for reference, here's the link to where i tried this out the first time - - des The Essayist and the Editor tags: male, desperation, wetting, messing, diapers, fear Stephanie says: hey you! Stephanie says: have you finished reading my preventative health essay yet? Stephanie says: no rush...but i do have to submit it tonight... des says: hey hey! des says: hmmm, not yet des says: i only just got back from our walk Stephanie says: Stephanie says: Walking Dozer? des says: yeah des says: hes been barking a lot the last couple of days des says: am hoping that he might calm down if i tire him out a bit Stephanie says: naughty pup!! Stephanie says: well i have been sitting here Stephanie says: for the last hour Stephanie says: trying to hit the word count......... Stephanie says: ughhhhhhh Stephanie says: why do i suck at writing so much Stephanie says: des says: who, whoa, whoa des says: you don't suck at it des says: you said you got 87% the other day! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: ya, for the journal entries Stephanie says: those were super easy!! Stephanie says: like 300 words each is nothing Stephanie says: this essay is much harder des says: i'm sure it's not as abd as you think des says: bad* Stephanie says: itt's probably worse des says: nah des says: you're a smart cookie des says: i bet you've been working on it for weeks Stephanie says: ...!! Stephanie says: well! Stephanie says: actually i have! haha Stephanie says: but i dont think im using the right references Stephanie says: i dont think it reads well des says: technically it doesnt need to read at all, its your readers who have to read well Stephanie says: Stephanie says: can you just look at it now instead of being a smartass please???!!! des says: okay! okay! des says: i was already reading it anyway Stephanie says: good boy des says: *wags tail* Stephanie says: ... Stephanie says: ... well? Stephanie says: is it that bad? des says: "the mangement of children's lifestyle choices is paramount"? des says: 'management' maybe? Stephanie says: hahaha oops Stephanie says: possibly i should have run a spell check?! des says: and i'm not sure about this bit about school lunches at the end des says: how come you don't have a source there? Stephanie says: hmmm well i do have a source for it somehwere! Stephanie says: one of the texts talks about junk food in tuck shops Stephanie says: habits formed at school are a cause of childhood obesity des says: hmmm des says: well find it and stick it in, you need something in there Stephanie says: ok! des says: otherwise it reads okay des says: conclusion's a bit weak though Stephanie says: Stephanie says: I havent written a conclusion yet!! des says: whats that bit down the bottom then?! Stephanie says: that was my draft! Stephanie says: its not finished yet des says: well hurry up and finish it then! Stephanie says: i'm trying too!! des says: des says: kids these days... Stephanie says: what??! des says: not you! des says: literally 'kids these days!' des says: getting fat on junk food at the canteen Stephanie says: hmmm yeah Stephanie says: you probably did too, though des says: im not fat! Stephanie says: surrrre about that? Stephanie says: lol okay your not. but maybe you were when you were in primary school des says: nope des says: i didnt each much of anything as a kid Stephanie says: des says: i always used to have sultanas for recess des says: mum used to pack a yoghurt and sandwiches too des says: i always ate the yoghurt cause otherwise it'd get loose in my bag and explode yoghurt everywhere Stephanie says: des says: had to clean out quite a few backpacks in my time! Stephanie says: des says: but no junk food for me! des says: i didnt even tend to eat the sandwiches Stephanie says: naughty! des says: why? des says: she always put too much tomato in them and they would come out soggy! Stephanie says: your mumma bear made sandwiches for you and you wouldnt even eatthem!! Stephanie says: soggy sandwiches? Stephanie says: yikes, okay des says: yeah des says: bet you wouldnt have eaten them either Stephanie says: lol probably not Stephanie says: id just swap it with somebody else des says: nobody's going to trade for a soggy sandwich though...... Stephanie says: well, not that kind des says: Stephanie says: anyway, i meant i'd swap it when they werent looking des says: des says: and what if you got caught?! Stephanie says: hmmm, i'd tell them they could have a soggy sandwich or a knuckle sandwich?! Stephanie says: des says: des says: you wouldnt have said that! Stephanie says: i probably wouldve! Stephanie says: i was a bit of a tomboy when i was a kid Stephanie says: i once broke a kids tooth when he pushed in line for the bubbler! des says: you did what?! Stephanie says: i was thirsty!! Stephanie says: and there was a line for a reason! des says: des says: wow Stephanie says: wow what des says: i'm just having trouble imagining you doing that des says: i mean i got in a few fights at school, but well, im a boy des says: i thought boys were supposed to beat each other up! Stephanie says: !! Stephanie says: well girls can fight too! Stephanie says: even if its with nails! des says: you broke his tooth with your nails?! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: nah, i pushed him into the bubbler des says: ouch thats a bit mean! Stephanie says: i didnt mean to hurt him Stephanie says: i just wanted to shove him out of the way! des says: still! Stephanie says: des says: well i guess maybe he was a bully if he was pushing in des says: so maybe he deserved it?! Stephanie says: hmmm i was the bully if anything!! Stephanie says: he was a nice kid, i think maybe he just didnt relaise there was a line! des says: oh dear! bully steph! Stephanie says: des says: hmmm, guess i'd better be careful what i say about your essay then! Stephanie says: haha yep! des says: anyway, i've sent it back to you with changes tracked des says: resent it to me when you have that conclusion though! Stephanie says: lifesaver thank you!!! des says: no worries i'll be here waiting for that final draft! Stephanie says: ahh, youi are such a good boy! des says: yeah, but apparently you used to beat up good boys Stephanie says: Stephanie says: am i meant to beat you up too then?! des says: Stephanie says: I might, hey! des says: dont scare me!! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: maybe you need that nappy?! des says: Stephanie says: des says: well i'll just go change my pants now... Stephanie says: in preparation, hey! Stephanie says: I'm that scary, huh?! des says: preparation? i might need it now!! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: well it would give you a bit of padding for when im kicking your butt!!! des says: a lot of padding depending on what i had for lunch...! Stephanie says: Stephanie says: hmmm, ok maybe a bit too far des says: des says: a bit! Stephanie says: des says: but on an unrelated note, i do actually need to get up now des says: and, well, go to the bathroom Stephanie says: hahahah Stephanie says: well i will do some more work on my essay then Stephanie says: thanks for checking it for me again! des says: anytime des says: but don't submit it without letting me see it again first! Stephanie says: i wont! Stephanie says: you go and clean up des says: des says: i dont need to clean up!!! des says: just tired of sitting here with legs crossed Stephanie says: sure sure! Stephanie says: laters
  8. Hey , Do anyone know any movie scene or any clip in which men wet their pants with fear of woman or a girl or when scared or threatened by a woman ? Please share if you know any it will help me alot . Thanks!
  9. View File Resident Evil 2 - Claire's Condition Made with Phlog's mod footage and junk from the rest of the internet. Submitter DuffMan Submitted 01/17/2021 Category Female  
  10. Please don’t mind any spelling or caps errors “I see the stars” she murmured as the dark of night befell them as they lay on the hard ground. The two women stared off into the darkness as they sleep the remains of a battle crumbling beside them. *three months beforehand* The lord sat on her throne her sword and staff hanging from a armor stand. the room was pristine not a speck of dust as the lord who was a women with flowing brown hair with sharp features and was muscular but somewhat out of shape mostly with her years on the throne to blame She sat consumed by worry as she waited to receive a message that could be arriving anytime she was sweating with worry as so she claimed The message arrived the lord squirmed with...anticipation? Anyways the lord listened closely as a servant read the letter aloud the lord looked...worried? As she had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth clenched halfway through the letter a faint wind passed through the room and the lords expression changed from the clenched jaw to a deep sigh with a faint smile on her face she adjusted her seat and finished listening the message confirmed it they were at war The lord excused herself claiming that she required time to develop a plan for war and she walked to her room called her most personal servant and locked the door shut The lord who’s name happened to be Melissa extended her arms letting her servant by the name of Anna Anna begann undoing the laces on the back of Melissa‘s dress letting her take deep breaths freely anna also removed the silk fabric of the garment supporting Melissa’s breasts soon Melissa’s entire top was off and Anna began removing the layered skirts that covered a simple fabric miniskirt held on by a fine leather belt that few would ever see something else even fewer wound see the skirt itself was soaked through anna who unfortunately was having to kneel to remove such garments had her head unfortunately close to the skirt that was hopelessly stained yellow Melissa shifted and said “hurry up i to...just hurry” as her legs squeezed together Anna was use to doing this as she finally finished unbuckling the belt And all that was left were the formerly white panties that were regretfully full with the mess squished almost flat against her rear but anna removed the panties and diligently wiped Melissa’s private’s until they were clean all the while Melissa tried her hardest not to let out all urine that was left as she was about to rush to the bathroom a knock echoed off the hardwood door “ queen allies have arrived and are requesting a immediately council” anna without missing a beat took something out of a nearby drawer and stated “please spread your legs my lord I highly recommend you wear this” it was a soft garment with buttons on the sides and three inch thick cloth “why must I” Melissa asked trying to escape to her bathroom “Well...ummm....comfort...and convenience” anna said not giving Melissa much time to think slipping the undergarments on and swiftly redressing the queen With that Melissa was rushed out the door to the awaiting lords Melissa attempted to walk regally but it was difficult with the unusual bulk. She sat at the large square table and joined the normal conversation minutes of this pass and something didn’t seem right to Melissa Before she had ascended to power Melissa had been a soldier and she knew when something was wrong now was one of those times as mere seconds later smoke rippled off the surface of the table yet her days on the battlefield had be more than four years ago her old habits took over Melissa rushed to the armor stand and swiftly unhooked the staff from its leather bindings she heard noises from the high smoke she took a deep breath and remembered her training “focus remove distractions”she thought as she got ready to rid herself of the bulging pain in her bladder she took a deep breath as the golden liquid spilled down but strangely none ran down her legs and at that moment she knew what the garment was. “a diaper” “haven’t worn one in a while” she relaxed her body and got ready for any oncoming threats “Hey lissa” one of her friends whispered they of course were not supposed be taking they were marching to battle lissa as most called her, was marching to her first battle as a solider she in the light plate armor alongside many others all had thoughts of glory and grander not knowing whats to come “what is it” lissa whispered back “do you have to pee” the friend asked “no” lissa lied “ok” similar small banter was shot back and forth until they saw them...the foe they marched against Lissa joined the charge holding the flimsy looking blade she had been given and stared hacking and slashing and in a blur she was separated from her unit to a near empty side of the battlefield A person in a showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women strolled along with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her and turned to see lissa all alone Lissa held her sword shakily and ran at the women who in one smooth motion took her weapon and stabbed at lissa Lissa fell back to see her Breastplate has saved her lissa sat up and scuttled back seeing the women standing above her “looks like i got you” she said in a peppy voice lissa was terrified as she stumbled backwards the poorly made pants of her uniform tearing of on a patch of briers she has gone through ripping the cheap fabric off of her chest The women approached once more and tilted her head and said in the kind of voice that a parent uses on a small child ” aww did you wet yourself” she said as lissa looked down to see the panties she was wearing as she saw more and more rippled out saturating the gray panties the women licked her lips and said “i may just enjoy your company as she got closer and lissa’s world shifted to black Melissa stood steadfast preparing for whatever came a she spotted a flash of blue and lunged slamming the blunt silver tip of the staff into the assassin the women who was wearing A showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women hit the ground with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her “You” she said “did you wet yourself this time as well” she said as she and Melissa started clashing there weapon the women’s halbert and Melissa’s staff they fought nearly as equals Lissa awoke upright naked with her hands bound somewhat comfortably below her a pit above her the women in blue sat up from a nearby chair of the log cabin they sat in “here drink this” the women demanded and lissa still half awake only started noticing her the current events the women was pouring a green liquid down her throat but lissa didn’t struggle She was too afraid the women bent over and leaned close putting her head against lissa’s stomach “do you feel it” “rippling throughout your body shaking it to its core” Lissa felt a sharp pain as the strange liquid shot through her taking anything in her stomach and shooting out into the pit in a pressurized jet after nearly two minutes of this it slowed spitting into several trails spilling down her thighs The women in blue placed a long plank of wood across the pit and began removing lissa’s bounds lissa in a moment of panic she kicked wildly knocking the women into the pit below The women screeched and was silenced with a splash lissa pulled the wood plank until it fell of into the pit hitting the women’s head knocking her out lissa fell backwards onto the floor trying to stay her breath She spent minutes before standing back up and beginning to rummage through the log cabin knowing she couldn’t leave in the nude in the first drawer she found several other skirts similar to the one the women was wearing she tried on a gray one that seemed like anyone could see up yet when she looked in the mirror to see nothing was visible she moved and shook but it always stayed down she couldn’t even lift it up it was completely stiff lissa decided it was to showy Lissa found normal foodstuffs in the kitchen and nothing of interest in the living room but she found the women’s bedroom The bedroom had many drawers and dressers along with armor stands wearing everything from full scale maile to a pink tutu lissa began looting Lissa found a simple cloth top and a knee length skirt with built in fabric panties that comfortably cradled her privates, lissa opened a drawer to see numerous folded cloth panties lissa snagged some strangely enough at the bottom of the drawer there was a false bottom, she lifted it away to see what looked like...diapers twenty of them three different types five pull-ups five with tapes on the sides and ten that didn’t connect in any logical way but as soon as she picked one up to get a better look she watched as it moved on its own and disappeared only for her to feel it slot itself in between her legs she now knew what the skirt was for. Lissa shamefully took all of the diapers for herself and there was a strange contraption that involved several ropes and a diaper a object that confirmed that this woman ether was or had contact with a magic user, they were uncommon but did exist Lissa on her way out took a halbert with her and left the cabin Melissa parried a stab from the women’s halbert and returned with full force hitting the women in the stomach and slamming her into a wall Melissa continued with a savage stream of attacks the silver tip of her staff catching the women’s clothes and tearing them off the women tried to hold it in but her body released a small amount of urine with astounding speed the women threw a object at Melissa but she knocked to back only for the contraption to spring to life with chains binding to the walls and methodically removing what was left of her skirt and panties and the chains holding her still pulled an absurdly large diaper onto her with metal chains across the bottom and sides finally the contraption snapped a lock on the chained diaper so even if she did escape the diaper would stay on yet the contraption finished dangling from the ceiling, Melissa looked at the panties on the ground to see that the bottom was soaked through Melissa in a mocking tone said “aww did you wet your self” “did you piss your panties” the women quietly whispered something “what did you say”Melissa said the women spoke quietly and said “yes” she whispered “are you sure I thought you said “I was so scared i wet my panties” didn’t you” The women yelled “I WAS SO SCARED I WET MY PANTIES NOW LET ME DOW-” she said before cutting herself off and her hands shooting down to her crotch to futility stop herself but it no avail the diaper slowly turned yellow as small droplets fell to the floor “anna remove her and place her in the dungeon and don’t give her any clothes ether” said as she began dragging the other five unconscious queens to her bedchamber to awaken them Melissa had awkwardly woken up the rest of the lords one of which had wet herself queen grenson one had wet and messed herself queen mespisr Two admitted had admitted to wearing diaper queens shmits and lokedth And the last one who had clearly messed herself but denied it as she winced and sat down with a loud squelch but she continued denying it queen cosuply Grenson borrowed some of Melissa’s panties and a dress Mespisr had brought her own change shmits didn’t need a change since she didn’t wet to badly lokedth had a servant change her diaper cosuply had denied any help and took the no stops ride home without a change As soon as they all left Melissa locked her chambers and demanded for anna to undress her “whats the rush” anna asked “I need to use the restroom please hurry” “Just go thats the point of the diaper” anna said Melissa was annoyed but anna was right as she relaxed as a large bulge formed on her rear visible even with her dress on The feeling took her back to her war days Anna was undressing Melissa when the question appeared “anna where do you get this diaper on short notice” “Oh it was one of mine i used them for long trips” “Oh ok then” and they finished in silence “There is a war going on” Melissa thought sitting on her throne “here i am surrounded by guards and servants undisturbed by the people struck down on the battlefield” She had made her decision She was joining the war Part one any recommendations are welcome
  11. View File Superheroine Wetting Mega Compilation Volume 2 And here comes the return of the Superheroine Wetting Mega Compilation! If you missed the first one, check it out here. Enjoy superheroines wetting themselves over 50 different superheroine JAV clips in various humiliating scenarios over 3 hours long combined. These clips has been manually cut and compiled by yours truly after digging through multiple websites and blogs over many months of work in my free time. I believe there are still many more out omorashi-based JAV out there and I'm already preparing for the third compilation, but who knows when that will be done. I split the main compilation into 3 parts, each of them spans about an hour long. Some of the clips don't have great quality, so I apologize for that in advance. At the very least it should still be watchable. Most of the wetting in these clips occur as a result of fear, torture, pain, stimulation, and others. Disclaimer: Most of the scenes involve humiliation or violence against the heroines, so if that is something you dislike, you may want to skip out on this. Titles are displayed before each clip so you'd know which JAV clip it is from. If you want any specific video, just tell me its title and I'll gladly give it to you. If you enjoyed these, there's more on the way. Some of the clips I found will be uploaded outside from this main compilation, because I felt that they deserve their own shine. Most of them have multiple amazing wetting scenes on their own. So keep a lookout for them in the near future. They will be prefixed with the [SWMC2]. Submitter Nephron Submitted 12/14/2019 Category Female videos Clothing
  12. Part one available here. Amber had lost her bet with Madison and would now have to finish playing the VR horror game that Madison had started. Madison was currently showering, and Amber was trying to figure out how she could play the game without wetting herself like Madison had. Amber had been drinking, she was terrible with horror games, and she wasn't allowed to take breaks. An accident was inevitable, but an idea popped into her head. If she couldn't prevent an accident, maybe she could hide one. She headed to her little sister's room. Amber's sister had a bedwetting problem, so Amber knew she would have a stash of diapers in her room. Amber found a box of purple, princess-adorned, training pants in her sister's closet. She removed her leggings and slipped one on. It was made for children, but fortunately, due to Amber's small frame, it was only a little tight on her. Amber's leggings wouldn't hide the training pants, so she rushed to her room and put on a pair of white sweatpants. Minutes later, Madison came in. "I put my clothes in the washer. Hope that's okay." "Yeah, it's fine." "It's a good thing your family's out of the house." "Yeah, no kidding." "Alright, enough chitchat. Put the headset on. You've got a maze to get through." "You said there's only two hours left, right?" "Yeah, I played three, and it's supposed to take five total." Amber tried to move quickly through the game, but she wasn't doing a great job. An hour in, she had to pee. She didn't want to use the training pants, but she also didn't want Madison to see that she needed to pee. Madison would probably be suspicious if Amber looked desperate and then suddenly did not. While thinking about whether she should hold it or not, she turned a corner and was greeted by a terrifying ghost and a loud scream. She shrieked and soaked the padding between her legs. "Madison?" she said quietly after she was done. No answer. Amber reached down and gently touched her crotch, as if to check if she had really wet herself. The wet material pushed against her skin. She shuddered and quickly moved her hand away. "Madison, are you there?" "Yeah, what?" "I called your name. You didn't answer." "I had your headphones on. I was listening to music. I kinda zoned out." "Oh, okay." Amber was filled with relief. If Madison hadn't been listening to music, she would have definitely heard Amber wetting herself. Amber had been playing for two and a half hours now. "I thought you said this game was five hours?" "It's probably taking longer because I was going so slow." "Wow, thanks." "Should've let me pee." "Should've learned how to hold it." Forty-five minutes after that, Amber had to pee again. She was certain the training pants couldn't hold any more liquid, but she was getting close to the end of the game. All she needed to do was escape the spooky maze without peeing again, and she would retain the right to tease Madison. A short time later, Amber was out of the maze. "I did it! I'm out!" "Really?" "Yeah, I think it's ov—" It was almost over. Amber had escaped the maze, but the game had one more scare before it ended. Madison saw Amber jump and scream. Then she heard something else. "What's that noise?" Wet streaks ran down Amber's white sweatpants. "Oh my god! You're peeing! Why does it sound like…wait a minute." Madison grabbed the sides of Amber's sweatpants and yanked them down. Amber gasped and quickly scrambled to pull her pants back up, urine still running down her legs. She was having difficulty due to the controllers strapped to her hands. "Is that a diaper?!" Madison was laughing hysterically. Amber unstrapped the controllers, pulled her pants up, and removed her headset. She had stopped peeing. "It's not a diaper!" "It had princesses on it!" Madison was still laughing. "It's regular underwear. I was just wearing an old pair from when I was a kid." "I know a diaper when I see one. I can't believe you made fun of me when you were wearing a diaper!" "It wasn't a diaper. You're so drunk you're probably hallucinating." "Pull your pants down, then. Prove it." Madison crossed her arms. "No!" "You saw me in a thong!" "I don't care. I'm going to the bathroom." Amber walked to the door, but Madison quickly moved in front of it. "Move." "Pull your pants down." "I already wet myself. Isn’t that good enough?" Madison didn't respond. "You want me to come at you? With my wet pants?" "If you do, I'll pull them down. Again." They stared at each for a few seconds. "Look," Madison said. "I'm not going to judge. I peed myself playing this game. I kinda wish I had been wearing a diaper. But you made fun of me, so I get to make fun of you." Amber was hesitant. "You know I love you, and I won't tell anyone. It's just like when you were laughing at me. You weren't being mean. You were just teasing me." Amber sighed. "Okay, fine." She dropped her sweatpants to her ankles. "Happy?" Madison grinned. "That looks like a diaper to me." "Can I go to the bathroom now?" "Aww, did little Amber wet her diapee?" Amber blushed before retaliating. "You wanna change me?" "Ew! No, go to the bathroom." Madison stepped aside. Amber stepped out of her sweatpants and went to clean up. Both of them tried to forget that a video game had made them wet themselves.
  13. This is more of a request. New addition over at the fearwetting.info blog that ive never seen before. Im willing to click the link on the site and actually order the DVD but id like to see if anyone has any idea how to go about finding it online first. Its such a generic title "the killer bees" that anything i search for gives thousands of bee videos (lol). Perhaps searching with Japanese characters? Any help appreciated!
  14. So something happened a few months ago i was sleeping and i distinctly remember the dream I had i was being chased by something that i never got a good look at and i had locked myself in a room and it was banging on the door repeatedly and i wet my self in fear and ran away it went on for a little and when I woke up i was in a wet bed has something like this happened to anyone else?
  15. This was done as part of a trade with LeakyPanties. It also got me interested enough in the Street Fighter universe that I picked up V and started playing it. I like the game a lot, and I specifically like Rainbow Mika a lot, so I might be making more SF content. Hope you enjoy! The clamor and chaos that bellowed from a crowd was something Mika would never get tired of. As she stood atop the ropes ringing the arena, the roar grew only louder. “Who’s ready to watch an ass-whooping?” Mika called out, eliciting even more spirited cheers. Beside her, her tag-team partner Nadeshiko was also raising her arms high, calling out to the audience. It was a smaller venue than Mika traditionally hit up, but the crowd was certainly enthusiastic enough to make up the difference. They were eager to see some violence. “You ready to do this, Nadeshiko?” Mika asked, shooting her partner a smirk. Nadeshiko happily returned the smirk, “You bet your ass I am!” “Just asking, cause if you wanna take a break, you know; I’m feeling pumped.” “2v1 pumped?” When Mika’s only answer was a confident smile, Nadeshiko continued, “And leave all the fun to you? Keep dreaming.” At the opposite end of the building, a door swung open, letting in unwanted sunlight. A silhouette appeared in the light, clearly a woman. Mika recognized the figure of Poison almost immediately. What truly made her unhappy was the positively gargantuan silhouette that completely filled the doorway after her. Poison, her wild, pink hair a mess and signature whip in hand, strode towards the ring. Behind her, the colossus called Hugo followed. Mika’s smile had taken on a slightly more serious edge- no longer was she simply eager to get into a fight, now she was eager to take down an old rival of hers. Beside her, however, Nadeshiko’s boisterous confidence had died down considerably. She could swear the earth was shaking with every step Hugo took. She knew she’d peed a little when he entered. She hoped it wasn’t enough to show any damage on her outfit. “Mika,” She spoke, low enough that only the two of them could hear, “Uh, how do you wanna do this?” “Was thinkin’ we’d beat the crap out of ‘em, shake it up a little,” “Seriously, Mika, what’s the game plan?” “I can take on the big guy. I’ve fought with Zangief, after all, and that guy’s nothing compared to him!” Nadeshiko was rather relieved to hear that. Poison was no slouch, but at least she was about the same height. Nadeshiko would need a ladder just to punch Hugo in the chest. With almost no spectacle, the two climbed the ropes, and faced them. Being the rude person that Poison was, and the… odd individual that Hugo was, they weren’t incredibly popular for the audience. Their appearance was accompanied by scattered boos and jeers. It didn’t matter much to them; in fact, Poison likely preferred the enmity. “Rainbow Mika… ” She began, “I heard you recently beat Zangief in one of your little play matches. Old man must be losing his touch, huh?” “Why you… No one insults Zangief!” It wasn’t even a particularly scathing insult, but Mika couldn’t tolerate any amount of disrespect for her idol. “Change of plans, Nadeshiko, she’s mine!” “She’s- wait what?!” her partner stammered, but Mika had already taken several steps forward, raring to go. Nadeshiko looked at the giant who would be her opponent, and felt a cold pit in her stomach. She braced herself to keep from leaking any more. The venue and its modest accommodations didn’t have much in the way of rules, or even staff members, but the closest thing it had to an officiator simply called out, “3… 2… 1… FIGHT!!” With a nearly guttural roar, Hugo dropped to a fighting stance, and slowly approached Nadeshiko. She felt her bladder pulse once more, wetting the crotch of her wrestling attire. She steeled herself, and adopted her stance. She had no idea how she was going to take on Hugo, but she knew it wasn’t by pissing herself. With a sudden lurch forward, Hugo threw out a simple punch. Nadeshiko nimbly dodged it, and used the opening to advance and drive a kick into his belly. If he noticed, he didn’t show it. With his other arm, he struck her in the side. The impact made her stagger back, and she was sure she could feel a couple warm droplets running down her leg. Hugo laughed, and for a moment she was worried her accident had been noticed, however, “I feel no pain!” was all he had to say. Utilizing the considerable range his enormous arms offered him, he lashed out repeatedly, throwing out swing after swing. It taxed her reflexes to the extreme to keep up her dodging. A mighty right hook whizzed by her face, missing by an inch. The shock was so great that she failed to dodge his next attack. Raising her arms to block, she weathered a massive strike from Hugo. Searing pain shot through her arms, and heat coursed down her legs. “No no no no no!” She muttered, looking down at herself. Urine was pouring from her crotch, and her suit was soaked. A thick stream fell between her legs, and splattered noisily on the ground. Smaller streams ran down her legs, depositing into the same puddle. Laughter quickly rose from the audience, along with insults and taunts. Nadeshiko’s face burned red- she’d just wet herself in front of a sizeable crowd. Hugo laughed, and stood imposingly over her, “scared?” He asked. Nadeshiko refused to let the fear overwhelm her any further. Hugo thought he had the fight in the bag, and she aimed to show him otherwise. He leaned over her, and she launched an uppercut directly into his jaw with all her might. If he truly felt no pain, then he was a good actor. He reeled back, clutching his chin. Nadeshiko returned to her fighting stance, and felt her face burn even hotter when the last spurt of urine finally exited her body, and streamed down her leg. Meanwhile, Mika and Poison had been having their own little match. Poison’s whip made a number of approaches difficult, since any attacker would just eat a hit from it if they weren’t careful. Mika performed a feint attack, and Poison swung her whip. Had Mika truly been going for the attack, she would have taken a nasty hit; instead the whip cracked harmlessly in the open air. Mika had instead lunged in the other direction, and quickly closed the distance. Poison barely had time to look surprised before Mika planted a fist in her face. She continued, and drove her knee into her stomach. Finally, she grabbed Poison’s shoulders, and forcefully pulled her into a grapple- slamming her into the ground. Mika put all of her weight and all of her strength into the attack. Poison cried out in pain, but Mika had heard something else. She heard a faint crackle. With Poison’s shorts being pitch black and rather tight, it was difficult to see any staining or any bulge, but the smell in the air told Mika the truth: Poison had crapped herself. Mika grinned ear to ear, and stood, leaving Poison on the ground. She faced the cheering crowd, who had taken great joy in watching the show. In truth, she was also trying to put a little distance between herself and the odor of Poison’s accident. In the middle of the fight between Hugo and Nadeshiko, Mika had bested Poison. Her scream of pain caught Hugo’s attention. In a panic, he looked over to see Mika cheering over a hurt Poison. Seeing his friend in trouble, Hugo growled, and abandoned his fight with Nadeshiko. He rushed to Mika, determined to protect- or at least avenge- his old friend. Mika was riding high after taking out her rival. She was far too busy showboating to notice Hugo. Only when his monstrous shadow fell upon her did she realize what was happening- all too late. Like a human avalanche, he hit her with a body slam. It hurt Poison when Mika put all of her weight into a similar attack, but all of Hugo’s weight? That was like getting run over by a train. She was smashed into the floor, face-down. “Mika!!” Nadeshiko called out, running to assist her partner. Her effort was halted when something took hold of her arm, and pulled her back. Poison’s whip was entangled around her elbow. Poison herself had recovered from Mika’s barrage of attacks, but looked quite worse for wear. Some observers may have even found themselves questioning why she was standing so bowlegged. Poison pulled hard on the whip, bringing Nadeshiko to her. Poison’s eyes drifted down to the wrestler’s stained crotch, and she laughed mockingly. Nadeshiko fought back, but Poison was quick. She swiftly entangled her with the whip once more, this time around Nadeshiko’s entire body. Her arms were bound to her side, and she could not free herself, no matter how hard she struggled. She was then spun, and shoved towards the ropes. Her wet groin and glistening legs were quite easy to see. “Looks like little Nadeshiko had a bit too much to drink!” Poison shouted, eliciting laughter from the crowd. She was spun around once more, facing Poison again. “Hey, Hugo!” She called, “Wanna finish this one up?” The giant smiled, “Sure thing,” and lifted himself up. Below him, Mika was still lying face-down. She struggled to rise, but only briefly, before falling back down. Those in the ring were privy to a hissing sound, and their eyes all fell upon Rainbow Mika, and the rapidly expanding puddle around her thighs. “Oh-ho! This is great!” Poison shouted, seeing Mika piss herself, “I think it’s about time for a rebranding. How does ‘Yellow Mika’ sound?” The audience laughed, and some of them even started a chant of “Yellow Mika.” Hugo gave a spirited laugh at his friend’s joke, as he cracked his knuckles. “All yours,” Poison said, stepping to the side. Nadeshiko struggled furiously to escape the whip binding her, but nothing worked. She stumbled backwards, into the ropes. There was nowhere else to go. Hugo reeled back for a bone-shattering punch, while Poison merely taunted “smile for the camera!” Nadeshiko couldn’t find the same courage that had helped her earlier, the only thing she could feel was chilling terror. Her knees buckled, and her bowels gave in, pushing their contents into her panties. Unlike Poison, Nadeshiko’s outfit was white, and quite elastic. Her wet load filled the backside of her outfit, creating a rounded bulge that began to tinge brown. As she’d stumbled back into the ropes, she’d just treated at least a quarter of the audience to a clear view of her shitting herself in fear. She took solace in the fact that she would be unconscious soon enough. But that was when all of them heard the rather startling sound of Mika’s voice, screaming “Hey!!” Poison and Hugo whirled about in alarm, to see Rainbow Mika charging at them. As silly as she looked, with a piss stain that reached up to her bellybutton, they knew she was still a threat. Hugo prepared to meet her in combat, and Poison prepared to back him up. Both of them ignored Nadeshiko, who took the time to wriggle and writhe as much as possible. She had to suppress her desire to cheer when the whip began to loosen, and finally fell off of her. She’d been partners with Mika long enough to know what she wanted to do. Hugo was not ready when, instead of attacking him, Mika slid between his legs. Behind him, Nadeshiko was waiting. She held out her hands, and served as a launchpad for Mika. Throwing the woman into the air, she landed a deadly kick on the back of the giant man’s head. He howled in pain, and began to waver. Poison was fast enough to realize the danger she was in. She rushed Nadeshiko before Hugo could fall- before it would just be her against the duo. Nadeshiko was taken by surprise, and fell victim to a kick in her stomach. Poison retrieved her whip, and lashed out with it, striking Nadeshiko in the chest. She screamed, and fell backwards. She was done for, and she knew it. Unlike Mika, she couldn’t muster the will to stand back up. By the time Hugo had finally collapsed, Mika was panting. She seriously only had a few drops of energy left inside her. Her eyes went wide when she saw an incoming whip strike. She ducked it, but Poison pressed the attack. Mika’s dodges of the many whip cracks were getting sloppier by the second. Eventually, Poison had gotten close enough to deliver a punch directly to Mika’s abdomen. Mika didn’t have the energy left to dodge, nor the strength left to resist it. She inhaled sharply, then felt her body begin to go limp. When Poison pulled her fist back, Mika fell to her knees, wobbling to her left and right. She fought hard to stay conscious, to get back up and win, but her body was at its limit. She tried to force her body to move, and the exertion caused her to soil herself. The back of her outfit tented as its elasticity was tested by Mika’s load. Unlike her partner, her mess was much more firm, and stretched her outfit enough that she could feel it grow tighter. The thing both soilings had in common, however, was how conspicuous they were. There was no way anyone watching her couldn’t tell that she’d just shat her pants. She felt humiliated, but mostly she just felt anger. She couldn’t stand to have lost to Poison. She especially disliked that Poison was the first person to crap their pants, and yet no had noticed. “Nighty night, Yellow Mika,” Poison purred. Mika fell forward, the pain and exhaustion only seconds from overwhelming her. In that moment, she swore to herself that she would not rest until she’d redeemed herself for this shameful match, and until she made Poison pay.
  16. My love of cartoon girls continues with Go Go from Big Hero 6. Another pretty simple and short story, I hope to get a longer one done here soon. Warning for messing, Hope you like it. Also any feedback is appreciated. The city of San Fransokyo was always alive at night. Neon lights lit up the sky, almost giving the illusion of the sun. The streets were crowded with people, shopping, eating or just simply having a night out. On the surface, the city seemed to be a radiant place for fun and entertainment, but below the surface, it was a completely different story. San Fransokyo had a huge crime problem. It wasn't just simple robberies and stick ups, it was deeper and worse than that. Gangs controlled the back alleys, hosting illegal robot fights and betting dirty money. Some criminals even rose above that, taking on supervillain status and terrorizing the good people of the city far beyond any organized crime. However not everyone who lurked in the shadows at night had ill intentions for the innocent. One of those good people was Go Go Tomago. While most women her age were out shopping or giggling about boys, Go Go was zooming through the back alleys of the city looking for trouble. Go Go was one of the city's few superheroines. Though she detested the title, she certainly looked the part. Even though she was short she had a strong, physical figure and a vulopuish rear. She wore a skintight black bodysuit with red lining which really showed off how powerful her lower half was. To top it off she had shiny yellow armor protecting her chest and arms, all sleek to make her more aerodynamic. She also wore a helmet made of the same material, with a tinted visor to hide her identity. What topped her whole outfit off was what made her a superheroine. Connected to her metal boots was a set of magnetic discs which allowed her to speed through the city as if she was on rocket power rollerblades. She also had a second set attached to her arms that she would toss like frisbees or use a shield from attackers. And Go Go was looking to use this suit, which while some of it was her own invention,was mostly created by the young super genius, Hiro Hamada. Normally she would fight alongside this genius and four of her friends to form the team known as Big Hero 6. Go Go however felt she was a cut above the rest of her teammates, not that she would tell them that, and loved to go out and patrol the city on her own. Speeding through her city, Go Go looked in every corner, looking for some goon to take down. She had already thwarted a few purse thieves and one car jacking, but Go Go wanted to stop something a little more challenging. It wasn’t that fun to just sock someone in the chin and call it a day, no matter how good it felt. Plus, anyone could stop petty crime, and Go Go wasn't just anybody. Just as she was about to call it quits and head home, the heroine heard the distinct sound of glass breaking coming from a warehouse she had just zipped by moments ago. Now, the sound of glass breaking didn’t necessarily mean a breaking and entering was occuring, but in Go Go’s experience, nine times out of ten, it did. She slowed down and turned right around, making a beeline for the warehouse. As she came back up on the large metal building, she saw a white van that she missed before, pulled up to the side of the building. Go Go smirked a little beneath her helmet. It looked like she was finally gonna get her wish. She slowly began circling the warehouse, trying to find the intruders point of entrance. At first, she couldn’t locate any windows on the building, but on her third time around, she looked up at the roof, and the extended fire exit leading up to it. She climbed up to the roof, and her suspicions were confirmed, one of the many glass panels used to light in the warehouse during the day, was smashed open, with a rope leading down into the building. Before she could even look down the shattered ceiling, she heard something else. The sound of one the docking bay doors being opened, followed by the sound of a car coming to life. Go Go zipped back to the edge of the building, seeing the white van driving around to the front and pulled into one of the docks below. “Dang it.” She mumbled under her breath. “Too slow.” She quickly made her way back down the fire escape, and slowly rolled her way over to the open loading dock, careful to try and stay out of sight. As she peered into the warehouse, she could see three goons, wearing black ski masks over their faces. Two of them were opening up crates with crowbars and the other was lifting goods into the back of their van. Go Go grinned to the goons. This wasn’t going to be the challenge she was hopping for, but she still could belive how stupid these guys where acting. The heroine stretched her legs a bit and then zoomed into action. First she shot toward the goon caring goods, and knocked him off his feet with a swift kick to the legs. He smashed into the floor, with all that he was caring smashing into him, making a loud crash ring through the warehouse. The other two goons quickly turned to see what happened only for their faces to be met with yellow spinning discs, knocking a few teeth out before they fell to the ground with a groan. Go Go snickered as one of the two goons tried to stand up, reaching for his crowbar. She swiftly threw another one of her disks at the man's hand, striking it with a lough crack. The goon shouted out in pain, and grabbed his now broken wrist, trying to sooth the pain. “Stop whining, and woman up.” Go Go taunted the man. “You wimps never stood a chance against me. You think someone wouldn’t notice you?” To Go Go’s surprise, the man actually let out a chuckle. “Look who's talking, dumbass. You think we didn’t notice your fatass circle this building over and over just to find an entrance point?” “W-What!?” Go Go stammered as she took a step back. “Then why did you stay? You’re clearly outmatched, you could have just left and avoided me kicking your butt!” “Because we called for backup, you cocky bitch.” Shouted the man, who now smiled with glee. Almost as if on cue, Go Go heard the sound of cars pulling up with screech. She turned only two be momentarily blinded by two pairs of headlights, coming from two new vans. The back of each van popped open and more masked goons came out, but this time, they all looked ready for a fight. Some of them had metal pipes, others ignited their stun sticks, electric energy sparking off them. Soon Go Go found herself surrounded by at least a dozen fresh thugs. “Y-You think you can take me!?” Gogo ready herself into a fighting position. “I’m not scared of you! Bring it!” The goons grinned at the comment and moved in. Go Go dodged a flurry of bats and pipes, unable to retaliate. One of the goons lunged at her with his stun stick and jabbed her in the abdomen with it. An electric surge shot through her body and Go Go let out a piercing shriek. She stumbled back and then, so taken back from the electric shock, took a swing from a lead pipe across her head, then a crack of a bat across her chest and then a fist right back into her abdomen. Despite taking all these hits, Go Go was still able to stay standing, mostly due to her armor, but also due to her own personal training and will power. But Go Go didn’t have time to admire her own will power any more, as she immediately was stuck again. A metal back smashed across her helmet, destroying her visor, revealing her face and knocking her into the cold concrete floor. Go Go felt something she hadn't felt in a long time, she felt terrified. As she laid prone on the ground she couldn't find the will to get back up. Though she didn't want to admit it she was clearly in over her head. As the goons approached her she could feel her whole body shaking in fear. “P-please! Stop! ! Y-you beat me, alright! I-I-I won’t tell anyone I promise! Just let me go!” Go Go pleaded, raising her trembling hands up in defence of any oncoming attacks. Before the men could even respond to her pleas they could help from breaking out into laughter. At first Go Go was confused but then she felt it. A wet warm sensation started to spread around Go go’s rear and as the young woman looked down she saw her tight black spandex suit beginning to turn a darker shade of black. The black haired woman tried to stop herself but it was already too late. Her urine had already soaked her skimpy panties and was even flooding out of her tights. Go Go’s eyes began to swell up with tears as she saw a large yellow puddle growing from beneath her. Go Go’s cheeks burned a crimson red. She tried to say something or even just move but her body was overwhelmed with the feelings of humiliation and terror. She hadn't wet herself in years and now her bladder just gave up all due to some lowly crooks. Go Go wanted nothing more than to just disappear or run but that wasn’t going to be an option for her. Once the goons stopped laughing hysterically at Go Go’s pathetic bodily reaction they proceeded to close in around her. “You talked all that shit but this is who really are, isn't it?” sneered one of the goons she initially beat, holding a crowbar in his grip with malice intent. “Just a little girl soaking yourself with your own piss. Well you’re right about one thing, you’re not gonna tell anybody about what you saw tonight” The man raised his bar up with a smirk, grinning down at the shaking woman. Instinctively Go Go’s body, terrified, tried to urinate more, there was none left in her. Instead her body let out loud gassy noise as she rolled out of the way of the bat, just barely dodging the strike, landing on all fours. Altered by the humiliating noise her rear just made, Go Go tried to control herself this time, clenching her cheeks as hard as she could trying to avoid further humiliation, but her body had different plans for her. Within seconds a rather large log of waste slid its way into the women's pants, tenting her spandex in a painfully obvious way. Another wave of laughter erupted from the goons. At this moment, Go Go was fully bawling, unable to fully comprehend the mix of fear and humiliation she was experiencing, which was only made worse as another log of crap pushed itself into her suit with little resistance. Slowly she turned her spandex clad rear brown and lumpy with waste, as each log that came out slowly pressed together into a large enough mess to cover nearly every inch of her already large bottom. “Did you really just shit yourself? Jeez, lady, maybe it’s you who needs to woman up.” The goon waved his hand in front of his nose. “And what the hell are you eating? This is disgusting.” The man poked her rear with his crowbar, pushing her growing mess down her thigh. “I think it’s time to finally end this masquerade of heroism.” The man aimed his weapon at Go Go's head and wound up his swing. Go Go tried to prepare to dodge but the large amount of crap set her off balance and she simply ended up landing on her butt, causing more discomfort and humiliation. All she could do was let out a shriek of terror. But before the swing could connect the sound of sirens filled the warehouse and the walls began to flash red and blue. “Shit! It's the cops, let's go!” Shouted one of the men loudly as the rest cursed in unison all, of them making a break for their vehicles. Within seconds the pathetic smelly heroine went from the thug's top priority to the last thing on their minds. They moved so quickly Go Go barely had time to take it all in, but she knew she had an opening. She had already humiliated herself in front of a dozen goons.The last thing she needed was for the law enforcement to question her with pants full of crap and urine dripping down her leg. Go Go forced herself to stop crying long enough to make sure her blades were intact enough to move and quickly rolled out of the warehouse, blasting past a few surprised police officers as she went. She could only hope they didn't make a connection between her and the large urine puddle in their investigation. Keeping to the darkest alleyways she could, the young heroine tried to keep away from public view as she knew her mess and stain would be impossible to hide. As she sped her way to her apartment, she could feel the mushy legs of crap slowly slide down her leg with every moment. The feeling was embarrassing. It was hard for her not to break out in tears again. She didn't even know where to begin with what just happened to her. It all felt surreal, like some sort of twisted nightmare. She had never felt so pathetic, so powerless in her life, but here she was. Maybe the worst part about it was just how damaged her suit was. It was far beyond her fixing capabilities, but she couldn't take her shit stained spandex to its young creator for repairs and keep what little pride she had left. But that was an issue for tomorrow. Right now, Go Go needed a shower. A long hot shower.
  17. In this short film just after the 8 minute mark a woman seems to have a small wet patch on her crotch. then moments later she fully soaks her pants in fear. enjoy
  18. I don’t even think I can begin talking about how long this has been in the works. Six months? Seven? It’s taken so much work that I even took a break several times to write other stories, but finally it’s done. I had this brief period where I REALLY wanted to write about two girls exploring a destroyed world from the safety of an old military tank and this was the final result. I do have a Ko-Fi if you like my stories and wish to support me: https://ko-fi.com/callumdoesathing _______________________________________________________________ Two Girls And Their Tank: A Beast In The Woods “... and that was another fine arrangement by the Miriam String Quartet.” Over a hiss of static, Buck Allworth saw off the last song with a few kind words of gratitude for the person who had sent in the old vinyl. “From the Pipeworks, to Hawkland, all the way to Sieger’s Settlement, I’m Buck Allworth and this is Archived Radio.” He spoke softly, with a kind voice that harkened back to the old days - back to the days when families could gather around the radio in the comfort of their own homes and bask in the enchanting music of the big bands. “Next up, we have Booker White’s Moonlight Band singing ‘And I’m a sucker for you.’” “Ooh~” Annie crooned, sweeping her frizzy locks from her eyes and taking another bite of her sandwich. She sat like a child, legs crossed and a bottle of fizzing soda in her hand, tapping the glass in rhythm to the music. When the music started, it was like being wrapped up in a whimsical world; Annie leant back, closed her eyes and let the music of yesteryear wash over her. All Annie had experienced in her lifetime was the melancholy strum of a guitar or the quiet, but sombre sounds of a violin. The music of the roadside settlements was depressing, as quiet and miserable as the world that surrounds them. But when she tuned into Archive radio, hosted by the soft-spoken Buck Allworth, she could close her eyes and let herself get lost in the grand old tunes of yesteryear. She liked to imagine that she was back in time, standing among a crowd of men and women, the elite of the former world, the people who dressed the best and knew how to have a good time. They’d be ready for a night on the town, wearing black freshly pressed suits with matching ties and the women in their long flowing gowns that hide their white sparkling shoes beneath their long elegant flow, just like the old magazines showed her. She’d be lost in a haze of cigarette smoke, the smell of freshly lit cigars and expensive brandy clouding her nostrils. There’d be sounds of chatter, gossip and laughter all set against the tremendous music of a large brass band. “I’d be dressed for such an event too.” Annie sighed, her heart fluttered as she lost herself in her thoughts. She wrapped a strand of her long curly hair around her finger, imagining herself with long straight hair. “What kind of do would I have? A ponytail maybe?” She rubbed her thumb against her finger, trapping the lock of hair between them. “Or maybe long and straight like when I was a little girl.” “Annie!” There was a shrill scream, like that of a girl who had been waiting for far too long. “Annie! Get your head out of your arse!” It was Piper, who was glaring up at her with a subtle look of anger, but with Piper she never did anything subtly. She put her hands on her hips and leant in, bringing her stern gaze closer to Annie. Her shrill yells were enough to whisk Annie away from her yesteryear fantasies. She watched it all burn away before her eyes; the tall golden columns around her shifted and shaped into rows of tall, dead trees that she saw everyday on the roadside, devoid of colour, scorched and crumbling before her eyes. The carpeted red floor that she strolled across elegantly was warm, and growing warmer. It cracked and tore apart, revealing a spanning landscape of depressing grey tarmac. And the large brass she imagined central at the front of the hall disappeared in a puff of smoke, and the magical music they composed was nothing more than the sound of an old vinyl over the crackling radio. Once again, Annie found herself sitting on the steel frame of their tank, a half-eaten sandwich on her lap and an empty bottle of Freckleman’s soda. “S-Sorry Piper.” She glanced with sorrowful eyes at her comrade below her, feeling the impatience burning through those fiery eyes. “W-What do you need?” Piper huffed, swept back her black hair and climbed up onto the tank. “I needed the crowbar. I tried yelling at you, but you were off in your head again so I came back to get it myself.” She shook her head, swept her hair back again and climbed down into the tank’s compartment. Annie stood up, scratched her numb arse until she could feel her cheeks again, and scoffed down the last half of her sandwich. “Do you need a hand finding it?” She called down to Piper, spewing crumbs onto the tank. “Nope, I’ll be fine.” Piper’s voice echoed back. “Ah, here it is! Heads up!” A loud metallic clang rattled Annie’s attention, causing her to jump. She swung herself around and saw the crowbar lying on the ground. It landed with such force it shattered the tarmac around where it had landed. Piper re-emerged from the compartment, stretched her arms, and hopped down from the frame. She picked up the crowbar, gave it a few swings and once she was satisfied, swung it over her shoulder. “There we go, this should bust the lock.” She said with a smile. Piper walked off along the forecourt and around the side of the old building - Wellington Gas & Services was the name of the store - An old service station from the time of yesteryear, now boarded up and barricaded, left to rot in the scorched countryside. Piper, the older of the two girls, had once been a Tank Commander for the Hawkland Army, and her military past showed clearly in almost anything she did. She wore a dark green jumpsuit and black boots that were beginning to show their age. Her long dark brown hair was often worn in a simple ponytail so it wouldn’t cover her face. She was quite militant, with the steeled looks of an army commander. She rarely smiled and most of the time she would stare intently, her brows furrowed and her eyes scouting everywhere, always on the lookout for danger. Annie however, was nothing like her comrade. She was a civilian from an old oilworks settlement just outside of the Hawklands. She was an engineer for the pipelines and her past knowledge was what eventually led to her coming along with Piper, though rarely did she get to touch any of the delicate parts of the Tank. She dressed in a simple pair of denim overalls with a white tee and knickers beneath them. She had frizzy ginger hair that often curled and freckled cheeks that dotted her pale face, especially around her button nose. After about ten minutes, and some very loud banging, Piper emerged from behind the old shop, bringing with her a long black hose. “See, I told you there’d be some left.” She said proudly and dropped the hose behind the tank. “I never doubted it, Piper.” Annie rolled her eyes. Not once could she remember telling Piper that there wouldn't be any fuel left, yet Piper continued to act like she had proven her wrong. The tank would take some time to refuel, so the girls passed the time in their own way. Annie climbed atop the turret, made herself comfortable, and decided to read through a comic she’d found in a ruin sometime ago. It was an old comic - a story of a superhero from another world who had come to Earth. She sat with her back against the warm steel, her sleeves rolled up, reading through the action-packed pages and sipping on a bottle of cola. Piper, having brought her tools out from the main compartment, crawled under the tank and started to make some small repairs to the tank. She’d wrapped the top of her overalls around her waist, showing off her oil-stained vest and a teasing glance of her perky chest. She climbed down beneath the murky underbelly of the tank and with a flashlight clasped between her teeth and a spanner in hand she got to work tightening up the loose bolts. She took great care of her tank and she was always anxious that slogging the steel behemoth through the rough terrain was beginning to wear down the underbelly. Even the toughest tanks couldn’t handle the vile swamps and murkland that now polluted the world. She was minding her own business, struggling with a bolt that was stuck with mud, when she felt a niggle from her lower tummy. She grimaced at the feeling and put a hand atop her stomach. Finally, her morning coffee had settled and she needed to take a leak. Piper dropped the flashlight and sighed. It had been a while since she’d last done it. She and Annie had woken up, settled who got what rations over a game of rock-paper-scissors, and then took turns pissing into a dry well of mud before driving off down the road. However Piper was quite fond of drinking coffee while she drove. The caffeine kept her alert and she was really fond of the taste; The bitterness of dark coffee reminded her of the army. Usually, she would empty a whole flask of freshly made coffee before the afternoon and another in the evening. “It’s that time again.” Sighed Piper. She grabbed the bottom of the frame and pulled herself out from beneath the tank. The sun was blinding and she raised an arm to shield her eyes. “Is everything okay underneath?” Annie asked, peering over the pages of her comic book and revealing her deep blue eyes beneath a curtain of ginger hair. “Yep.” Piper replied plainly, uninterested in conversation. She untied her overalls, letting them fall around her boots and giving Annie a full view of her bare slender legs, glistening with sweat, and a pair of white knickers smudged with motor oil. “Keep an eye on the gas tank.” She ordered Annie, looking over her shoulder and casting a commanding glare in her comrades' direction. “Huh? Why? Where are you going?” Annie rested her comic book by her side and crawled to the rear of the tank. “Are you going to take a leak?” She tried asking, though as she lost herself in the dazzling view of Piper’s long bare legs, she had a feeling that she knew the answer. Piper slipped out of her overalls and chucked them atop the tank, landing them on the turret right beside Annie, and strutted off towards an old rusted out car. “Where do you think?” She yelled back at Annie without turning to her. Watching Piper walk off, Annie felt a familiar feeling burning within her. She felt her cheeks grow warm and her ladyhood quiver. She enjoyed when Piper did her business, often watching her during their breaks along the road; She’d sneak a sly peek from behind the tank while Piper was squatting. Seeing Piper hunkered down, with her cheeks spread and a long golden stream splattering noisily between her legs and onto the dry earth between her muddy boots. It made Annie shiver with a pleasurable, yet sinful quiver. With a sly smirk, Annie rolled over onto her stomach to get a fine view of Piper strutting bottomless across the forecourt. The white cotton of her knickers failed to contain the fine form of Piper’s well-endowed backside, the rear of her knickers were enveloped by her crack. Annie nursed the bottle of soda, letting the bubbles tickle her tongue, and lay on her tummy with her feet hanging in the air. She watched Piper go behind the rusted car, bending down beside the backseats to hide herself, but there were no doors on the car, meaning that from atop the tank, Annie got quite the pleasant view. “I wonder if it’s number one or number two.” Annie asked herself, remembering that Piper drank quite a bit of coffee this morning.. She got her answer soon enough as she watched a sputter of piss dribble from between Piper's thighs. She could tell Piper grunted, noticing her anus wince between her spread cheeks. “Hmm~” Annie sighed. Piper had an amazing butt, one that she could never get tired of staring at. Annie watched lewdly, her eyes fixed on Piper squatting behind the old car, a sinful smile on her face as that little sputter of piss blossomed into a long, pale stream. It fell, catching the sunlight and splattering against the dry tarmac, leaving a puddle. She enjoyed watching, though without Piper’s knowledge. There was something pleasurable about watching her friend relieve herself, something strange that made the soft spot between her thighs quiver with glee. She loved the way her stream rained between her legs, wetting her thighs as a few stray dribbles ran down her bare legs. The way her pale fluids hit the sunlight, sparkling. And of course, the very faint, but obvious sound of her piss striking the tarmac, a heavy splattering like rain hitting stone in the distance. Piper’s stream grew stronger, striking the concrete fiercely. She shuffled around, moving her boots to avoid them getting splattered. It didn’t work; her boots were getting doused by the smallest splatters of pee. Annie giggled to herself, delighted by the sight of Piper’s butt and the long pale stream running between her legs. She didn’t really understand why it was so pleasurable to watch Piper relieve herself, there was just something about it that made the soft spot between her thighs quiver whenever she mentioned it. Maybe it was just watching her stream rain from between her thighs, dampening her soft thighs with a few dribbles and the hefty splattering splashing against her butt. Maybe it was the way the sunlight hit her stream, giving it a distinct sparkle. Or maybe it was the faint, but obvious sound of her piss as it struck the dry ground, the sound resonating on the wind. Perhaps it was just the naughtiness of leering from a distance, deriving a quivering pleasure from spying on her comrade during this most personal moment for a girl. Suddenly, there was an overwhelming stink of gasoline in the air. Annie grimaced, her whole face twisting at the smell. It was vile, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her from enjoying this simplest of pleasures. There was only so much time she could enjoy it for and she wanted to make sure that she remembered every little detail of Piper’s little comfort break. Once she saw the last little splutter of pee dribble into the large puddle between Piper’s boots, Annie sat her soda down by her side and watched her dry off. Without any paper, Piper had no choice but to shake. She stood up, her knees bent, and jiggled her butt softly to shake off the last few drops. Annie rolled over onto her back and sighed. She was quivering, every inch of her body shuddered in delight. There was nothing better in her day than that lewd glance of Piper during her most private moment. She lay there in the sun, rubbing her thighs together and letting her perverted thoughts get the best of her. “Annie! Annie!” A girl kept calling to her. “ANNIE!” It took her a moment to realize that it was Piper calling for her, and she didn’t sound too pleased about being ignored. Annie rolled onto her belly, shaking her head to whisk herself away from her perverted thoughts. She could see Piper running toward the tank, her knickers barely covering up her slit which glistened with a dribble of pee between her lips. “ANNIE! HEAD OUT OF YOUR ARSE!” Piper screamed, injecting all of her fury into those words alone. Those words were enough for Annie to flinch. This time she knew Piper was serious. “Hmm? What? What’s up!?” She yelled back in confusion, struggling to put her thoughts together. The air was now reeking, thick with gasoline. Once her head was clear, she noticed the sound of something hissing too. “The pipe! You idiot!” Piper pointed frantically to the side of the tank. “I told you to watch the pipe while I went for a piss!” “The pipe?” Annie turned in the direction Piper was pointing and that’s when she saw exactly why Piper was so angry. “THE PIPE! SHIT!” Her whole face dropped in disbelief, she didn't have any more words. The nozzle Piper had hooked up to the Tank was spluttering, spitting out gasoline all over the forecourt and up the tank, washing it in thick viscous fuel. “There’s a kink in the line!” Piper yelled, pointing to a length of the pipe that was bulging, clogged by fuel that struggled to navigate the kink. "How did you not notice it!?" She was infuriated, seething even. She rushed up to the nozzle, planted her foot against the tank to steady herself and wrapped both hands around the nozzle. She heaved, putting all of her strength into pulling it from the fuel tank. The nozzle came loose, disconnecting with a metallic click. It gushed gasoline, the force being enough to push Piper back a few inches. She slammed her foot on the ground and grappled the flailing nozzle like she was fighting a large snake. It sprayed gasoline everywhere, showering the forecourt, the Tank and even Piper herself a little bit. She struggled to control the flailing pipe, and seeing Annie’s dumbward gaze like she’d been left paralyzed, she knew she was in this on her own. She was given no choice but to let go of the pipe. “Annie, get behind something now!” She yelled and at that moment, let go of it. Before it could hit the floor, Piper was already off. She sprinted behind the tank to shield herself from getting any wetter than she already was. Her shirt and trousers were already soaked by the nozzle sputtering fuel everywhere. They both watched from cover as the fuel sprayed everywhere. “All that gasoline being pissed away…” Piper frowned. Enough gasoline to get them at least another hundred miles now being wasted. It wasn’t long until everything went quiet. The hidden reserve ran dry and the pipe, finally tapped out, collapsed into the giant pool of gasoline it had created. The strong smell of gasoline pierced the air, overwhelming their senses. Now that the chaos was over, Annie hopped down from the tank and over to Piper. Now that everything had settled, she was up for helping. “Are you okay?” She asked. “You didn’t get soaked or anything, right?” “I’m fine… I’m fine.” Piper sighed. She looked up at her tank, frowning at the sight of wasted gasoline. There must’ve been enough there for another hundred miles, and now it was dripping down the side of the tank. Annie knew she’d messed up, but it felt worse when she saw Piper frown. “I’m sorry, Piper.” She apologized, looking down at her feet like a worried puppy, her face hidden by a frizzy curtain of ginger hair. Piper sighed and climbed up onto the tank. “It’s fine, Annie. I… I should’ve just done it myself.” She lifted the hatch leading into the compartment and sat down. “We have enough gas and the storm should wash off most of that.” She hopped down into the compartment. “Grab my overalls and let’s get going.” Annie walked through the pool of gasoline, her boots squelching against the ground. The way Piper handled that mishap was better than it had been before. Usually, she turned red, and her words were so heated she often worried she was going to spit fire. But this time, it didn’t feel right. She was calm, collected, without a single word to show her anger. Annie sighed, climbed up onto the tank and grabbed Piper’s overalls. Maybe she was just becoming more accepting of the disappointment. She took one last look at the afternoon sun, enjoying these final seconds before she’d be confined to the steel innards of the tank, and finally, after she’d had her fill, climbed down the ladder and slammed the hatch closed. She had gotten in just in time to see Piper changing into her spare clothes. Her overalls, splattered with gasoline, were balled up on the floor beside her footlocker. She had just pulled up her trousers and was buttoning the front when Annie got down the ladder. “Ready to get going?” Piper asked her, the tone in her voice still cold with frustration. It would ease up over time, but not while there was a gasoline-shaped hole in her heart. “I guess so.” Annie nodded. Piper, with Annie’s help, pulled the massive lever back to start the ignition. The engine sputtered to life and the sound of machinery grinding rang through the compartment. Piper ducked beneath the low ceiling separating the driver’s seat from the compartment and hopped into the seat. She took off the handbrake and with a violent jolt that lurched both girls forward, drove off down the road. Once again, the girls passed the time in their own way during their long journey. Piper enjoyed an old flask of coffee while she was driving. It helped her to concentrate. She sat alone in the driver’s seat with only the radio for company while she navigated the scorched roads. Every now and then she’d reach down for the thermos by her seat and take a sip of coffee. The taste was bitter and it had gone cold. Piper grimaced with every sip but it was all she needed to keep herself alert. “Good evening to all of you out there. This is the Evening Report, helping you to keep safe during these trying times. The current time is 6pm and we’ve got quite the storm ravaging the countryside.” The radio reporter, a soft well-spoken man, gave an update on the current happenings in the world and signed off, leaving his listeners to a night of music. The next song from a playlist of yesteryear crackled on the radio. A jazzier instrumental - those were often played during the evening. “Hey, Piper?” Annie called out from across the compartment. Over the roaring of the engine, Piper couldn’t hear her. She could hardly hear herself. “Piper!” She screamed. This time, Piper looked over her seat and nodded. She reached over her shoulder and turned the dial on the radio, lowering the volume and gave Annie another nod to let her know she could hear her. “Hey! What? What’s up?” “Do you mind if we take a short break? I’ve gotta go… you know?” Annie asked with a quiver of shame, her cheeks growing a searing hot red. She leant forward in her seat, straddling the rough leather and clicking her boots together. Piper sighed, showing her frustration as she ran a hand through her hair. She wasn’t one for unscheduled stops. She followed a strict regime that had been with her since her days with the army. Everything had to be done during one of their routine stops that she insisted they take once every few hours. It was like clockwork to her, a routine that gave her life some normality. However to Annie it was monotonous, repetitive and straining - they’d stop, eat whatever scraps they had salvaged that day and relieve their bladders by the tank while the other stood watch before continuing off down the road. But Piper became especially grouchy about unscheduled stops when either of them needed to answer nature’s call while on the road. Annie couldn’t help but feel a tad guilty when she saw that look of frustration on Piper’s face. They’d been driving for hours and Annie, after holding in three bottles of soda and a heavy lunch, felt she was reaching her limit… in both departments. She felt the peeking head of a curious brown turtle and for Annie that was enough for her to ask for a break so she could make a drop in the bushes. Piper pulled down the lever by her seat and both girls jolted forward as the tank came to a sudden stop. The gentle rattling beneath their feet ceased and the compartment grew still. She climbed onto her knees and looked over the back of her seat with an unamused look. “What’s it for?” She asked, glaring at Annie. “W-What do you mean what’s it for?” Annie answered with a defensive huff. “I just said… I’ve gotta go. That’s a good ‘nuff reason.” Piper sighed. “I mean number one or number two?” Her calm tone was cracking beneath impatience. Hearing such a question caught Annie with her knickers down. Metaphorically. Though she did wish to have them down soon. She’d never been asked something so personal by Piper. Even if she was taking a dump during their scheduled stop, Piper never once asked just what she needed to do. Such a question knocked her back like an explosion, causing her to spill over and land back in her chair. Blood rushed to her face and her pale freckled cheeks were left searing with embarrassment. “Why does that matter!?” She replied with a fiery voice. “If it’s number one then just go in the canteen.” Piper waved her hand in the direction of an old metal canteen among the junk in the compartment. “We need to get a move on and I don’t want to make any stops unless I really have to.” “I’d say this is important.” Annie protested, feeling her stomach grow heavy under the weight of her bowels. As they were talking the pudgy mud-like lump pushed itself against her knot, stopped only by Annie clenching her cheeks. It was getting bad. She’d completely forgotten that she was bursting for a piss too. The urges in her stomach were making themselves far more known than anything her bulging bladder could produce. With a shameful sigh, knowing that Piper wouldn’t give in unless she admitted it, Annie swallowed her shame and came forward. “It’s b-both.” She squeaked, averting her gaze from Piper’s inquisitive stare. Her answer was met with a furrowed brow. “Hmm? Say again, I didn’t hear you?” “It’s both…” Annie squeaked again, quieter this time. “I have to go number one and number two.” “Okay, we can stop then.” Piper flicked the switch for the ignition down. The green light above it turned red and the low rumbling of the engines ceased instantly. “If you gotta go, you gotta go. I can do some maintenance and I don’t want you stinking up the compartment.” Without the bellowing of the engine, there was only silence. It was quiet enough to hear the storm rattling the tank's frame. Though the engine was off the main light that dangled by a string over the compartment remained on, buzzing quietly. “Ha, thank you.” Annie stood up and immediately she was hit with what felt like a rushing wave pushing against her waist. It was as if her bladder had filled instantly. There was a raging tide in her bladder and it was desperately seeking a place to settle. She grabbed a handle on the wall, wrapping her hand around the cold steel. She stood pigeon-toed, the tips of her boots touching as she waited for the wave to settle. For now, with her energy channelled into keeping her cheeks clenched and her hole puckered, her bowels didn’t cause her the same discomfort her bladder did. Once the tide between her legs settled and Annie was confident she could walk without leaking, she hurried over to the ladder and wrapped her hands around the rungs, eager to climb out into the countryside and scurry to the nearest bush. The thoughts of watery relief behind a bush sent a sharp shudder of delight up her spine. She hadn’t taken a piss since this morning and it had been at least a day since she had taken a dump - An old abandoned quarry, that’s where she’d last done it, using an old cement mixer as a makeshift toilet to shit in. She climbed the first two steps of the ladder, growing ever more desperate to get outside and cater to her body’s desperate desires. Annie grinned, imagining the relief she’d soon be feeling. “Hold on.” Piper ordered. “Ooh… what is it now?” Annie whimpered, dancing in place and wrapping her legs around the ladder. “H-Hurry up, please P-Piper.” Piper did no such thing. She took her time getting up from the driver’s seat, shimmied her way through the pipes and components and made her way toward the ladder and Annie without speaking a word. Annie watched her, still squirming around the ladder as Piper pushed past her and squatted down beside the small brass case that was secured with a padlock. “Where’s the bloody hell did I…” Piper murmured, looking around the chest. She didn’t seem too bothered about Annie who felt like she was about to burst if she had to endure this any longer. “Aha!” She reached onto a low shelf and took out a small silver key, which she used to unlock the case. Annie tried to sneak a peek at what Piper was searching for, but she did a good job concealing herself as she rummaged around in the chest. She could hear things being moved, pushed aside and thrown around, but all she could see were Piper’s hands shuffling. After a few seconds Piper stood back up and approached her red-headed friend. “You’re going to need this if you’re going out.” In her hands she held a Braun.45 “A Braun?” Annie recognized the pistol; her father had owned the same model, though this one had been better maintained - it had been cared for, with no scrapes or scratches anywhere on it. The condition was like brand new, right out of the factory. She took it and held it in her hands briefly, feeling the weight of it. For a pistol, it was heavy. Annie couldn’t even remember the last time she had held a weapon. Perhaps the feeling would have brought more nostalgia if she wasn’t pressing her quivering girlhood against the rungs of a rusted ladder. “It’s best you take this too.” The second item Piper presented to her was a small gizmo no larger than a rock. It was metal, cold to the touch, with wires wrapped around the handle and a small glass screen. She handed it to Annie, who looked at it with a confused scowl, furrowing her brow as she turned it over and looked at the back. “What is it?” She asked Piper. “An Auran device.” Piper informed her. “We used to use them to detect Eldritch lifeforms.” She reached forward and flicked a switch on the side of the device. The device came to life in Annie’s hands, the screen flickered on and displayed a standard radar screen like she’d seen before. It crackled, the screen hissed with static and it made her hands feel fuzzy, but Annie saw nothing extraordinary about the device. “It’s detected nothing, so we’re safe here.” Piper droned on. “If it detects something the device will start to beep, and the frequency of the beeps will let you know how close it is. The shorter the interval between pings, the closer it is.” Annie squirmed impatiently as Piper continued to babble on. She gripped the rungs of the ladder tightly, wrapping her legs around it and squeezing her thighs against the cold steel to relieve herself of the overwhelming urge to flood her knickers. Pressing herself against the ladder helped, and Annie, though secretly, delighted in the feeling. She’d hoped that having Piper see her in such an indignant state, groping the ladder and wrapping herself around the rungs in sheer desperation would be enough to encourage her to shut up and let her get on with relieving herself. Instead however, Piper took no notice and continued prattling on about the use of the Auran device, much to Annie’s desperate dismay. Suddenly, Piper stopped explaining and looked up, scrunching her nose as she caught a whiff of something foul lingering in the air. She sniffed curiously, grimacing at the smell. “Do you smell that?” She asked Annie. “I don’t smell anything.” Annie replied calmly, knowing full well what it was. “Smells like one of the converters is breaking down.” Piper kept sniffing the air, unsure what she was smelling. All she knew was that it was foul, and it made her nostrils twitch. She turned around and bent down beside the pipes running along the bottom of the compartment. The old converters that filtered the waste from the tank emitted a sulphuric smell when they were breaking down and it was easy to believe somebody had just ripped a fart when one of them finally did. But Piper was a girl who put her tank before anything else. The moment she could smell something foul in the air, the first place her mind went was to some component or another breaking down. Annie watched in silence, wafting her hand behind her backside. She knew full well that it was neither the pipes or the converter that were responsible for that foul smell. She exhaled a sigh of relief and smiled when she felt her guts settle. It had been her who had sullied the air of the cabin, though she would never admit it. As Piper had droned on, oblivious to Annie who was holding on despite the brown load turtling between her cheeks, she couldn’t help but let one quiet fart slip. It was humiliating, her cheeks warmed as the little cloud of gas escaped her quivering hole. Annie bit down on her lip, feeling her face turn red. But she’d been saved humiliation by Piper’s obsession with keeping her tank in it’s best condition. “I’ll take a look at that in a moment.” She wiped her brow and hopped back up to her feet, scratched her arse and turned to Annie to resume her lecture. She couldn’t even speak a single word before Annie spoke first. The ginger-haired girl was cracking under the weight of her bladder and her bowels. When she couldn’t even wiggle without the fear of a muddy fart escaping, she knew time was not on her side. “P-Piper!” She hissed, tightening her grip around the ladder and brushing aside her ginger hair. “I, ahem, I’ll be fine.” She took a deep breath. “Can I please go?” “So you understand how the device works?” “Y-Yes.” Annie nodded. “It beeps and beeps faster if something gets near me. I get it.” “Alright then.” Like a strict mother, Piper gave her a nod and waved up to the hatch leading outside. “Don’t stray too far. Go out, do what you gotta do, and come back, okay?” She sat down beside the old radio, turned the dial and tuned in just in time to hear Moonlight Theatre. The narrator, a quiet man with a deep voice well suited for the theatrics offered by the station, was recreating an old radio drama. Annie barely heard his opening chapter. She climbed up the ladder and threw open the hatch. It swung back with a heavy crack and struck the top of the tank with a metallic clank. She peered her head out, and was met with the icy winds of the storm. She shuddered, feeling her skin prickle, and quickly her red frizzy locks grew damp and dull from the rainfall. The earthy smell of wet dirt was the first thing she could smell. The first thing she could see as she scouted the forest from the tank was a long stretch of road unlit by either a lamp of the moon. It was pitch black, save for the fog lights of the tank, which illuminated the road with a dimly-lit glow. She climbed atop the tank and closed the hatch behind her. She hadn’t been out for more than a minute and already she had grown damp from the rainfall, feeling the biting chill seeping through her clothes numbing her bare body. The sky grew black with storm clouds and it looked like they were in for a long night of fierce weather. There was little sign of Eldritch influence around the woods, the trees and surrounding land though scorched remained somewhat natural. The tall trees choked away the moonlight and in the foglights of the tank, Annie noted a ghastly fog sweeping the roads. She could hear nothing but the ragged sounds of her own breathing and the downpour of freezing cold rain; even the engines were silent, almost as if they were frozen in a fearful awe of the forest entangling the land around them. But as Annie scouted the area, she was reminded by her bladder of why she had ventured out here. Her bladder twinged, and she could feel her fluids sloshing around. She felt fit to burst. “I really need to take a leak.” She said with a desperate grimace. She shimmied herself along the frame and toward the turret. In one hand she clutched the Auran device, which was yet to detect any presence around her. It crackled with a lifeless hiss of static. With such pressure on her lower body, it was difficult to move properly. Annie felt her legs shaking as she slowly approached the turret, her bladder twinged fiercely, causing her girlhood to quiver. She was sure she could feel a dribble, but it could’ve just been the rain. She slowly made her way along the tank’s turret, the hollow sphere of the turret pinging against her feet as she moved delicately to keep her footing. “Oooh… I feel like I’m about to go in my pants.” She said again, this time with a soft whimper. Her bladder was growing impatient, the pains between her legs were growing worse and striking her at shorter intervals. Her bowels too pestered her during these moments of weakness; she could feel her rear knot wincing and something hot and muddy trying to rear its head between her cheeks, hanging from her clenched ring like a stick. Her stomach felt heavy and it weighed down on her, causing her great discomfort. Annie needed a second; to take a deep breath and to compose herself before continuing. If she took another step under this pressure she’d be making two messes in her pants. A few seconds beneath the biting rain passed and the pressure in her lower tummy subsided. Annie continued, sliding down the armoured plating covering the treads and descended onto the ground. The road was now a pool of thick, viscous mud, and she felt herself land straight into a muddy puddle, splattering her denim overalls with a shower of mud. “Ugh…” She exclaimed with disgust, grimacing. She tried to think nothing of it and walked on, but as she stepped away from the tank she felt another push against her brown knot, this time her whole stomach growing tight. If she dallied too long, she would have more to worry about than just dirt on her trousers. She looked up and down the road, making sure there was nobody coming. Once she was sure nobody was around, she raised her butt and with a soft grunt ripped another, lengthier fart. “Ooh~” She sighed, raising her butt higher. It was loud enough to be heard even over the rainfall and she was close enough to messing herself that Annie had to pat her butt, just to make sure it was a dry fart. It was, luckily, and she again let out a relieved sigh. “Hmmm~” The pains in her stomach settled again, leaving only relief. To the side of the tank was a thicket between two scolded trees. The dark tunnel of overgrown grass called out to Annie, the thick bushes enticing her with the promise of privacy and shelter from the freezing rain while she relieved herself. “Ha… that’ll do nicely.” She said with a joyous smile. Cautiously, she raised the Auran device in the direction of the thicket. This time, the device sensed something, marking it with a low-pitched ping. On the screen something flashed in the distance. The pings sounded with a delay of at least four seconds of dead air between them. Annie had never known such an intricate device, though she knew the pings warned her of the presence of Eldritch beings, the device did nothing to alert her to the kind of creature. For all she knew it could’ve been a bug that crawled too close to a rift. Another uncomfortable wriggling in her lower stomach pulled Annie from her thoughts. She felt the brown head of her load pushing itself against her whimpering anus once more. Her knot, which she kept puckered tightly, quivered under the stress of the waste. With a deep breath, Annie clenched her hole fiercely, the pain causing her to double over and grit her teeth as she sucked the load up back into her bowels. She could feel the log retreat, pushing back toward her bowels, but leaving an unpleasantly warm ring around her knot as it did. Growing ever nearer to her limit, Annie was forced to squeeze her legs together and clench her cheeks tightly, grimacing as the mass retreated. Her stomach tightened, a bloated feeling filled her belly and she felt the urge to rip another fart. “N-Not this time…” She said with a pained expression, knowing that if she were to rip another, there would be more than just wind. She knew she couldn’t contain herself much longer at either end. To stand out in the freezing rain and debate the machinations of a foreign device was not something Annie should be doing when she was so close to soiling herself in more ways than one. “I just have to get in the brush, and I can go in there.” She told herself, drawing strength from her words. Drawing the pistol from its holster, Annie trotted through the mud and slowly approached the tangled tunnel of bushes and leaves. She held out the Auran device again and kept it fixed on the thicket. It continued to ping at the same rate - slow, low-pitched with a delay of four seconds. She swept aside the leaves with her shoulders, cursing as the weeds stabbed at her overalls. She stepped into the brush, entering a dark nook of nature where she couldn’t be seen and the rain couldn’t get to her. She walked on, the grass crunching beneath the weight of her boots as she walked through, looking for a quiet spot to relieve herself. Annie again looked down at the scanner. Still no change. Low-pitched with a delay of four seconds. She looked around with a sheepish gaze, making sure she was completely alone. It was a habit she struggled to break. When it came to taking a dump outdoors, Annie was always nervous. It was something rooted in her since she lived in her home settlement - surrounded by so many people that she couldn’t even use an outhouse in peace. She had to make sure she was alone, even when she knew nobody else was around, Annie couldn’t properly relax until she was certain nobody would witness her doing the foul deed. After a few seconds looking around, she knew she was alone. Completely alone. Annie stepped a few inches to the left, behind a large, unscorched bush that would conceal her nicely. It was pitch black, and the foglights from the tank were the only source of light she had. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and holstered the pistol. Once it was holstered, Annie unbuttoned the suspenders keeping her overalls up. They came undone and she took the falling fabric in her arms before they could land in the mud. Slowly, she lowered her overalls around her knees, exposing her bare arse to the cold air and squatted down low in the grass. “Ahh… AHH!” She squealed as something cold and wet tickled her crack. She jumped in fear, the surprise almost causing her to let go of her overalls. Her skin crawled and with eyes wider than plates she spun around to see what had given her an indecent touch. It was merely a wet piece of grass a few inches taller than the rest. She buried the shock behind a nervous chuckle and stomped down the blades of grass. Once again, Annie took a deep breath and squatted down over the waiting dirt. The second she was low enough to the dirt, she shuddered with delight, feeling her skin crawl. Between her thighs she felt a gliding warmth. “Ahhhh~” She sighed, taking a long, relieving piss into the grass beneath her. The golden stream rushed from between her lower lips, splattering against the damp grass between her boots. Smaller splatters splashed against her laces. “Ooooh~” She dug her hands into her knees, letting the relief run through her. Such pleasure, especially after she’d been holding her piss so long, felt amazing. Annie felt weak, digging her hand deeper into the denim of her suspenders. The air resonated with a strong pattering as she watered the grass with a flood of piss. She could feel the rising steam against her backside, a thin veil of hot vapour warmed her bare arse. At first Annie didn’t care for it, but as the steam continued to rise, turning her blue cheeks red, she grinned, basking in the pleasure. It was a lengthy piss, though Annie had lost herself to the pleasure shooting through her body. All she knew was that it was a great relief emptying her bladder after holding it for so long. She finished with a dribble, feeling a single drop running along her lips and hanging from her anus, warming her butt. The air went silent, the faint hissing fell silent and Annie hunkered down close to the ground. Her anus winced and she grimaced, looking around once again. She could feel her stomach tighten and the weight in her bowels descended, a thick brown snake squirmed down towards her hole. She closed her eyes and let nature run its course. No more than a minute, that was all she needed to take a dump. The air resonated with a quiet crackling. A small, pea-sized lump pressed itself between her anus, peeking out into the darkness. Her stomach cramped up for a second, but Annie ignored it, focusing only on squeezing out her log. But before she could, she heard the Auran device ping. She opened her eyes and leant forward to pick up the device, forcing her waste to retreat as her focus shifted to the device. She couldn’t believe it, she had heard it correctly - the red light was indeed blinking faster than it was before. On the radar screen it picked up a signal at the very edge of the screen. The red flashing light conjured a sense of fear in her. Annie tensed up, denying the descending snake at the knot of her butt freedom. All of her attention was now on the device and watching the red blip. She counted the delay between the pings, moving her head in rhythm with the device. It was now at three seconds. “It’s nothing…” Annie told herself. The blip was at the very edge of the screen and the scanner was still quite slow between the pings. “I just need to be quick, is all.” Annie rested the device on her bare knees and relaxed, setting her mind back on making a dirty deposit in the grass. Another minute passed, and Annie was still squatting in the grass. Though she could feel the heft of her waste pushing against her ring, producing a slimy head of brown filth, she couldn’t give it the final push it needed to unfurl between her cheeks. “C-Come on…” She whimpered, straining, wriggling, shuffling, anything she could to push even a small length of her log out, but her body refused. It was as if she had frozen up in fear, her mind refusing to allow her such an intimate moment for fear of the creature picked up by the device. Though she was right on the brink of messing a minute ago, right at the edge of unfurling a sizeable log into her underwear, she found it difficult to squeeze even an inch out now. Not a fart, nor a peek. “Oooh…” She whimpered, burdened by a heavy feeling that tightened her stomach. Although she couldn’t go, Annie still felt the pains in her stomach that begged her for relief. She could feel the weight lingering at her hole, a hefty load of soft mud-like mess that was fighting against her ring. But her body refused, keeping her hole puckered. They intensified, tightening like a rope around her belly. Annie grimaced, biting down on her lip until the pains subsided. It was beginning to hurt. Her stomach was cramping and she whimpered again with soft, impatient desperation, wanting nothing more than the blissful relief that followed crimping off a solid length of mess. “Come on~” She muttered again, lifting herself up and hovering bare-arsed over the dirt, giving her butt a shake. Twenty more seconds passed and Annie was still stagnant in the bushes. She was dripping wet, every inch of her thoroughly soaked through. She could only wrap her hands around her wet knees and wiggle her backside, praying that this strange bout of anxiety would soon pass. She twiddled her thumbs to pass the time, twiddling and twiddling, waiting for that moment her body would give in. Her anus, weak from clenching, gave in and finally a slither of waste widened her ring with some help. Annie pressed her legs together, tightened the grip on her knees and with a firm grunt she strained, putting all the pressure on the lump of mess peeking at the edge of her hole. “Hmmm~” She bit down on her lip and squirmed. It was working, her anus unclenched, her ring growing wider as she felt the soft mass of her mess descend on her hole. It dropped slowly, pushing her ring open to accommodate it’s girth. This was it, her whole body shuddered as she was a moment from sweet muddy relief. But again, before she could squeeze the plump mess out, the distinct ping of the Auran device distracted her. All of her attention was lost and once again. Fear ensnared her. Her body seized up and her mess retreated, protesting with a groan that caused her a brief discomfort. Then suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Annie saw something lurking in the distance. At first she thought it was nothing more than a leaf blowing in the wind, though she wasn’t certain. It was big, a large blur moving far in the distance. But Annie still couldn’t tell. She leant forward, pushed aside some of the leaves on the bush in front of her, and looked out into the distance. It was difficult to make out through the leaves. Annie pushed aside a large branch to get a clearer view. Through the thick curtain of fog that seemed to shatter against the pouring rain, she could make out a black shadow. It was wandering around, moving slowly but powerfully. Annie picked up the scanner from the ground, mud covering her bare hands, and aimed it in the direction of the shadow shambling in the distance. The device started to beep frantically, the frequency of pings growing shorter until they were only two seconds apart. The figure moved through the fog, struggling like the mist was impeding it. It’s long gangling arms swept at the air and as it grew closer, Annie saw the outline of something large. Though still a silhouette shambling through darkness, she saw the figure of what looked like a human, but its arms were long and thin like twigs. At the end of its wrists were three long fingers, twitching. It was not just her suspicion that had been aroused however; the Auran Device, fixed on the creatures position, continued to ping. The pings were rapid. Before Annie could take a breath, two seconds became one second. One second became half a second. Annie watched the beast drawing closer, still squatting down in the dirt with her suspenders undone. Not once did she think about running. She merely watched, like fear had frozen her, rooting her feet to the ground. Finally, as the Auran Device emitted a shrill continuous shriek, the fear settled in and Annie realized what was happening. She had to get out of there and back to the tank, forgoing relieving herself for the sake of safety. Without another second to spare, Annie grabbed her suspenders and scrambled to her feet, pulling them around her legs with a single hand, the other grasping a nearby branch to help her keep her balance as she got up. She sprinted through the thicket, her boots almost sticking to the mud. In one hand she held up her trousers, keeping them as high up as she could while she also clutched onto the Auran Device. It continued to emit the same unending shrill right in her ear. She used her free hand to swipe away the foliage impeding her, batting at it in a frenzied panic and throwing it aside. As she ran through the thicket, catching and scraping herself against the branches and sharp leaves, Annie felt her gut wrenching, like something was wrapped around it and tightening itself. Between her wet cheeks, which clapped together with every step she took, she felt the weight of something soft pushing down on her knot. There was nothing she could do to stop it. All Annie could do right now was put all of her strength into running. Nothing else mattered right now. She leapt out from the thicket, back out onto the muddy road and into the warming glow of the tank's fog lights. She didn’t feel safe yet, and she wouldn’t until she was back within the steel walls of the compartment with Piper. The leaves were rustling behind her, whatever she had seen was close. She sprinted toward the tank, using her free hand to button up just one length of her suspenders. She fiddled with the button, giving it almost no attention, but after a few seconds she felt it slip through the cut on her suspenders. She took a deep breath - finally she could use both of her hands. Time was running out. Annie approached the rear of the tank and scrambled to climb up it, clawing at the paint and lifting herself onto the tread covers. She climbed the turret, wrapping her arms around the barrel and lifting herself atop it. Her body groaned as she lifted herself, the worst of the fatigue could be felt pushing against her anus, leaving her hole quivering. She moved cautiously along to the hatch, the slippery surface almost causing her to slip and fall back onto the road. There was no telling where the beast had gone. The forest had gone quiet. Annie didn’t dare to look back. Her heart was pounding, her legs were shaking, almost turning to jelly from fear. She got to the hatch, stopping just before it. Inside, there were the muffled sounds of talking - it had to be the radio. Annie was exhausted, running on pure adrenaline. Her breathing was ragged, she just needed a second to catch her breath. But she couldn’t. The bushes beside her rustled, the scanner continued to moan one long continuous shrill. It was close. She was sure she could hear breathing, a ghastly beast-like breathing. She wrapped her hands around the handle, the cold, wet steel numbing her palm, and threw open the hatch to the compartment. She leapt down, sealing it behind her. At last. Safety. “Annie!” Piper, who had been sitting and listening to the radio, leapt up from her seat and rushed over when she heard Annie land with a clang. “Is everything okay? Did some…” She paused, fear drowning her face. It was almost enough to turn her pale. Piper had noticed the Auran device, hearing its shrill cry. She yanked it from Annie’s hand. “Oh fuck…” She cursed. Meanwhile, Annie fell to her knees, collapsing under fear and waning adrenaline. She panted, regaining her breath in long ragged gasps. She wrapped her hands around her stomach, tensing up when she remembered that she hadn’t been given a chance to do her business. She felt bloated, something soft descended through her guts and peeked at the edge of her butthole. Her stomach tightened again and Annie groaned, biting down on her lip. She desperately needed to fart, to let go and rip a relieving one, but she couldn’t. Not while Piper was here. Even when it could offer her some relief from the pains in her lower tummy, she still didn’t have the courage to fart in front of Piper. Had she been alone, Annie would’ve gladly done it, lifting her butt and letting the ripe little bubble burst. What she wouldn’t give to be alone right now, just to feel the relief of a fart she’d been holding in for too long. With a lip-curling grimace, she clenched her anus, denying the fart she so desperately wished to rip. Her stomach groaned, protesting with a fierce grip around her gut that caused her great discomfort to the point she whimpered. Her gut rumbled and after a few seconds she could feel the fart retreating. “Are you okay?” Asked Piper, who had finally noticed her comrade in great discomfort. She put the Auran device on a nearby box and offered to help Annie to her feet. “I’m fine… just tired from running.” She gasped, still catching her breath. She swept aside her sopping wet locks of ginger hair and stared into Piper’s eyes with shame. Suddenly, the compartment began to shake, mechanical components began to rattle. The floor beneath them shook violently. Both girls grabbed onto their seats and in a moment of fearful uncertainty looked up to one another. Whatever that creature was, it had stumbled upon the tank. Piper looked pale as ice, for once that fierce look she often wore had been lost. The Auran device continued to screech. Piper steeled herself, brushed back her hair and moved toward the red dot, creeping to make sure she didn’t alert whatever was outside. She took the device from the table and peered at the screen. “It’s circling us.” She whispered, her face illuminated by the red screen. “Whatever it is.” “Does that thing have no way of telling us what’s out there? Anything at all?” Annie asked, pointing to the Auran device. Piper shook her head, and then an idea came to her. Without telling Annie, she squatted down, grabbing onto the desk to balance herself, and looked toward the driver’s seat. “I’m going to try and look through the front window.” She whispered, glancing back at Annie confidently. “You can’t be serious?” Annie protested, wincing halfway through her words as her stomach once again tightened, fighting against her prolonged holding. “It’s the only way to know what’s out there.” Piper said, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m just going to peek out of the window and see if I can get a look.” She peered through the glass. Something big lumbered past, slogging itself across the dirt and moaning. “It’s a Shambler.” A Shambler - Annie had never witnessed one before, but she had heard stories from passing traders when she was a little girl. The great horror of the woodlands. Eldritch in origin. Tall, lumbering creatures that had wandered through the rift and now stalked the forests and swamps. They were slow, sluggish, and lacked any intelligence. But if provoked, they were a terror, a nightmare, an awakened Shambler was a being of pure strength, mercilessly pursuing whatever dared disturb it. Even the smallest of Shamblers, which still stood a head taller than a human, possessed the strength to completely overturn a tank. Piper peeked up again, checking to see if the Shambler was still there. It stood, attracted to the glare of the fog lights. “Of course it’s here. The foglights must’ve attracted it.” She crouched down out of sight and looked behind her. “Annie, get the gaslamp off, and the radio too. Last thing we need is for it to try and get in here.” Annie nodded and lifted herself to her feet. Right now, with her stomach growing tighter and her whole body feverishly quivering from her lack of strength, even doing something so trivial as turning off a light felt like a tremendous task. She hobbled over to the radio first and turned the dial. With a static crackling, the comforting sounds of the evening channel faded into silence. She stood for a second, grimacing as she could feel her rear knot once again quivering. All she could do was clench, tightening her sphincter, and pray that this would not take too long. Next was the gaslight, which sat on a box beside the radio. Annie turned the knob, watching the small orange light extinguish, the warm comforting glow of the lamp becoming a cold, dark shadow. The whole compartment was dark, though the fog lights outside gave a faint glimmer of silver light through the front window. Piper reached up to the steering wheel, her hands shaking and slowly flicked the switch for the fog lights. It went dark, the lights turning off instantly and leaving the compartment in darkness. Suddenly, Annie felt her guts tighten again. She doubled over, putting a hand on her stomach. Her anus quivered and her tummy groaned a beastrous roar. Again, she felt the urge, no, the need to rip a fart. She couldn’t hold it any longer, her guts were wrenching under the pressure and her body yearned for even the smallest bit of relief. She had no choice. Thankfully, she was right beside one of the vents that let air into the compartment. That would help with the smell at least. Annie, with a whimper, raised her butt, pressing it against the grate of the vent and strained softly, letting one rip. “Ooooh~” She sighed with relief, almost moaning as her fart left a warming impression on her buttchecks. Her lips curled into a smile, she felt sweet relief like her guts had emptied. It was delightful. Her stomach groaned softly and settled, the pressure finally abating. Once the lights and radio were off, Annie stumbled back to her seat, moving cautiously to avoid tripping on anything. When she felt the rough leather, she knew she was by her chair and plopped herself down, huddling up with her knees legs on the chair and her arms wrapped around her shins. She couldn’t believe she had just done that - ripping a fart with Piper right next to her. Though the shame had her cheeks flaring, she knew that she couldn’t help it; she’d been holding it in for so long that she had no choice but to relieve herself of some of the pressure in her gut. What really worried her was the smell. It made her cheeks flare bright red just thinking about it. When she was so close to soiling herself, it wasn’t going to smell like a basket of roses, but she took some comfort in knowing she had ripped it right next to the vent. Piper snuck back across the compartment, taking the Auran Device from the table as she passed it. She used the red light from the screen to find her way to a chair and sat down, sitting right beside Annie. There was a moment of silence between both girls, one that Annie broke. “So what are we supposed to do?” It took Piper a moment to reply; she didn’t look up from the device. “There’s nothing we can do.” She said calmly. “We’ll just have to wait until it gets bored and wanders off.” Such an answer caused Annie to whimper. Again, she started to feel the discomfort stirring in her lower tummy, her bowels growing heavy at the thought of waiting even another minute. “H-How long do you think that’ll take?” She asked, trembling. Piper shook her head, looking unsure. “Not a clue.” She answered, slumping down into the chair beside Annie and watching the scanner with a keen eye. “It could be a few minutes, could be a few hours. We might even be sleeping here tonight.” Another answer that Annie’s bowels couldn’t handle. The very thought of being stuck in here for the whole night was too much for her shivering hole. She puckered up and readied herself for a long night. “It shouldn’t take too long.” She told herself for comfort. “Shamblers are dumb, right? It’s not going to stick around for more than a few minutes.” Half an hour passed. Annie only knew this because she’d been watching the clock on the table next to her to distract herself. Her needs had grown worse in that time; Far worse than she could’ve possibly imagined. Her stomach was almost moaning, growing tighter and heavier like a weight was constricting her. She could feel the hot, moist feeling of her waste as it hung right at the edge of her hole, the long brown snake peeking out by a mere inch and hanging over the white cotton of her knickers. It wouldn’t retreat this time, regardless of how hard she tensed. She could cut a cigar with how tight her knot was clenched, but even then she could still feel it; the muddy length of waste, waiting for her moment of weakness. Annie grimaced, shuffled in her chair softly to make herself more comfortable, and bit down on her lip. Her lower half was shivering, fatigue setting in from almost an hour of fierce clenching. Her tightly-closed ring quivering, but she persisted, knowing that if she were to unclench for even a second, she would not be able to contain the brown monster that would unfurl in her knickers. Another ten minutes passed, and Annie was no better. Slowly, it was getting worse; the brown snake was descending little by little, squirming closer to her clean cotton knickers with every passing second. She began to feel bloated, like something heavy was pressing down on her stomach. Between her legs, she shivered feverishly. Her muscles were overworked, drawing the last of her strength to keep the tremendous load at bay. It was agony, like her insides were twisting around themselves like a knot but Annie persisted. It couldn’t be much longer. She pushed herself down on her seat, pressing her butt against the rough leather of the chair, and giving her cottons a brown kiss. She let out a whimper as she felt something moist smush against the cotton of her knickers. It was exactly what she feared it was. The turtle’s head was so low it mushed into the cotton of her knickers, like a cigar being stubbed out and leaving a small damp stain in the rear. Outside, the Shambler continued to stir. It persisted, circling the tank continuously, prowling near the steel frame and huffing. Even through the thick steel, its muffled snarls could be heard - a low beast-like snarl as if it were chomping at the air. “It’s still out there.” Annie whispered. “I know.” Piper whispered back, her face glowing red from the screen of the Auran device. She gritted her teeth, seething with impatience. “Come on you bastard, leave already.” And then, an idea came to Piper. “Annie, the Braun I gave you, hand it to me.” “Y-Yeah sure, let me just…” Annie froze as she reached into the holster; she couldn’t feel the iron grip of the pistol. “W-Where is it?” She looked down, frantically patting her waist. “I… It’s not here?” “What do you mean it’s not there? You didn’t drop it, did you?” She knew it wasn’t there, but Annie continued to fiddle with the holster. “I d-don’t know. I don’t remember it falling out. It must’ve slipped out while I was running.” Her heart was racing and for a moment she feared she was going to shit herself. “Goddammit.” Piper furrowed her brow and huffed. “We could’ve just blown its brains out.” “What about the turret?” Annie suggested meekly, already knowing it was a far-fetched idea. Piper shook her head. “With what ammo? That thing hasn’t been loaded in months. That old pistol was the only firepower that was on-” Piper froze, growing silent and staring down at the Auran Device. “It’s stopped circling us.” Piper whispered. “Why’s it just standing there… what’s it doing?” Suddenly, something came crashing against the tank, striking the steel frame with such force that it rocked. The Shambler moaned in distress, the sound piercing the thick walls of the compartment. Even with four inches of solid steel separating them, it was as if the Shambler was right there, beside her. The relentless striking of steel rang out in Annie’s ears. It was a shrill, piercing sound that buried itself in her mind so she could never forget it. Those horrid sounds of banging in tandem with the violent jolts that nearly threw her from her seat filled her to the brim with a surreal sense of fear. Annie whimpered, her lips trembling as she suppressed the urge to scream. Fear was coursing through her, chilling her blood until she was completely numb. She wanted to scream, but she knew she couldn’t. Piper could see she was shaking and she leant over to comfort her, putting a hand on her lap. “Shh~” She said, gesturing with a finger over her mouth. Annie didn’t say anything. She let out a childish whimper and hugged herself tight. With her shaking hand, she grasped Piper’s hand, squeezing it tight. She wouldn’t let go. As long as she knew Piper was there beside her, she felt safe, sheltered. The compartment shook violently under the constant strikes of the Shamble. The suspension beneath the floor creaked, sounding its age with a rusted squeak. Tools and Pieces scattered, crashing to the floor and hitting it with an audible clang. Both girls were almost thrown from their seats, but they held on, refusing to make a sound in any capacity. It was a furious onslaught that seemed to last forever. Beast against metal. The Shambler continued to throw itself against the frame of the tank, howling in frustration when the iron behemoth showed no reaction. Finally, everything went quiet. The Shambler moaned for a final time. It had gone silent. Dreadfully silent. Piper smiled, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. The Shambler had grown bored and realized that the object it flung itself at was of no threat. The Auran Device pinged and the red dot on the screen started to move in circles. It was over… at least that’s what Annie thought. She felt an uncomfortable shuffling in her bowels, the load that was pressuring her hole had begun shifting again, pushing against her knot. She tried to clench up and force her load to retreat, but she couldn’t. Through the fearful shivers, she didn’t have the strength to hold it in. She was too weak; the fear had loosened her. Annie took a deep breath, shuffled in her chair and hunched up tighter, squeezing her legs with her arms, pushing her knees against her stomach. The cramps in her stomach started again and this time she couldn’t contain the agony. It was as if something was pressing down on her guts, forcing the brown snake to descend. She feared this was it, she had reached her limit and finally undone by fear, she couldn’t stop what was about to come. In a final effort to hold it in, Annie straddled her chair and pushed down against the seat. She pushed down as hard as she could, until she could feel her quivering knot kissing the cotton of her underwear. The very tip of the turtle’s head could be felt touching the seat of them, leaving a small brown stain that Annie could feel. But even with her best efforts, that wasn’t enough to stop it. Her stomach grew tighter, quietly groaning as it begged her for relief. Despite her best efforts, there was nothing more Annie could do. She was going to shit herself, and she was powerless to stop it. The head of the brown snake that peaked between her clenched cheeks started to squirm, descending to the cotton of her underwear. It came slowly, a thick, moist log of hot waste squirming against her hole, stopped only by the seat that she buried her butt deep into. Annie could do nothing but sit there, letting it happen. A lone tear ran down her cheek as she accepted it and lifted herself up slowly, succumbing to the desperate urges of her bowels. She whimpered, grinding her teeth out of fear. This was it, she had tried so hard to hold it, to endure the grinding pain that had her guts twisted for so long, and it was finally over. She was powerless to stop it, and now, knowing that, she accepted it and merely let nature run its course. She eased up, her whole body relaxing. She let out a soft sigh, and relaxed her shoulders, giving in to the desire of her bowels. Her ring loosened, unclenching fully; there was nothing holding it back now. Annie braced for the worst of it, knowing that it was far from over. She straddled her seat, digging her nails into the rough leather. She gripped it with such fierce force that she pierced the leather, leaving her to caress the soft padding beneath. The great load she had been holding squirmed through her hole without retaliation. The thin head of the snake slithered through her ring without a fight, leaving a hot, messy trail. She could feel her knot widening, forced to open wide by the girth of her waste. Her stomach again started to tighten and the cramps intensified once more. The discomfort was too great for Annie, drawing closer to agony than discomfort. It grew to be too much for her and she crossed her legs together, pressing down on her shin with her heel. The first few inches of a warm log emerged, leaving a muddy trail against her cheeks as it unfurled between the crack of her butt. The air crackled quietly as she curled the first length of her log and the smell was lifting. A long plump length of wet log hung from between her cheeks, dangling over the stained cotton. It was soft, like damp clay. Annie could feel that there was some left. Annie strained, grimacing as she forced out another inch of the log, letting it unfurl between her cheeks. It marked its sloppy descent with a slimy smearing that refreshed the brown streak between her buttcrack. The plump, lengthy log lowered another inch, the flattened head curling up as it finally reached the seat of her underwear. Annie could feel her stomach settle, now unburdened by the load that was now unfurling in her knickers. The relief was tremendous, causing a sweet shudder to surge through her body, but mostly it was the relief in her stomach that had her smiling, like a great weight had been lifted from her. “Hmm~” She sighed, hiding her relief. She felt guilty for enjoying this even half as much as she did. It was a feeling of much-needed relief, so much so that Annie cracked a sinful smile. Perhaps had this been a situation that didn’t require her to remain in her seat, Annie would’ve taken a bucket or maybe even some paper and done her business in the corner. It would’ve been far less humiliating that what she was doing right now - leaving a large trail of brown in her knickers. She was almost finished lightening her load, but there was still a fine bit to squeeze out. Annie lifted herself from the chair with her arms, hovering over the seat. and gently shook her butt from side to side. With each gentle shake, she tapped the moist log against her buttcheeks. Annie could only grimace, lips twisting into a sour expression at the feeling of the log hanging from her hole. The air crackled softly as she could feel a length of waste tear off under its own weight, gently laying itself out in the once pristine cotton of her underwear. With a soft moan, Annie tensed up, the relief of lightening her load still tingling, causing her to shiver in glee. She clenched tightly, the ring of her anus winced and she cut off the final length of the log. There was a light crackle and a sound like a snap. Annie felt the log snap and break off, cut free by a quick wince of her hole. It fell, settling in the seat of her knickers, staining both the cotton and her butt. “Uuu~” Annie whimpered quietly under her breath, her lips curling into a smile. It was shameful, she knew it was, but it felt too good. The load rested in the seat of her knickers, the soft mass curling and taking the shape of the curve of her butt. It was a long one, leaving a hot, stained splatter that ran the length of her buttcheeks. It was close to her thighs, wrapping around them and contorting to the shape of her cheeks. Though she had birthed a sizeable log in her knickers, that was still not the end of it. Annie felt her stomach tightening, something in her gut dropped and she felt a second, smaller log pressing against her muddied hole, seeking release. She feared she had no room left in the seat of her knickers. She had already filled them with the great weight of the first load. That didn’t matter; it was already coming. All Annie could do was lift herself a few more inches off her seat, lifting herself until she was nearly standing, giving the second log just enough room to unfurl from between her cheeks. Already it was pouring out of her, a small, but thick snake as soft as wet clay curled from her quivering hole, and unfurled atop the first length of waste, adding to the brown mountain already resting in her underwear. That was the end of it, and Annie concluded with the quietest of farts that lightly peppered her knickers with splatters of waste. At last, it was finally over. Her stomach settled, and the relief faded but in its place came a crippling shame. Annie sat quietly, ignoring the load that was weighing down the seat of her knickers. She sat in disbelief, panting from a shortness of breath that was brought on by fatigue. She couldn’t believe it, even with a fat lump of brown mess resting in the rear of her knickers, Annie couldn’t bring herself to believe what had just happened - A grown girl and she had shit herself. Shame was swelling up inside of her, filling the void left behind by the fading relief. Once it had set in, she couldn’t rid herself of the shame. Annie tried closing her eyes, imagining herself far away from here, in a field in the countryside on a warm summer day, but still the feeling persisted. The rising smell that polluted the air was enough to knock her out of any fantasy she wished for. Soon the smell was overwhelming, and the soft mush that had sunk down, crushed beneath the weight of her butt was all Annie could think about. For now, Annie was forced to endure it. Until the Shambler left she would be confined to her seat, sitting on a cushion of her own mess. Finally, the Auran Device fell silent. There was only a crackling of static that remained. The Shambler had vanished, wandering back into the depths of the charred forest. Though it seemed to be clear, neither girl moved from their seat. There was no telling how much time had passed. It was pitch black, and the clock on Piper’s desk had broken when the creature first struck the tank. Annie sat in silence, clinging to her chair. She tried to ignore the smell of shit that lingered in the tight confines of the compartment, emanating from the brown bulge in the back of her underwear. The seat of her knickers was weighed down by the two lumps of mess she had squeezed out. Right now she could feel the soft clay-like mass pressing against her bare butt, it's shape shifting with the movement of her cheeks. It was warm and moist, a foul swamp of muddied mess nestled right between the crack of her butt. Right this moment, there was nothing Annie pined for more than a hot bath. It was bad enough that she was soaking wet from trudging through the thunderstorm to take a dump, but the worst of it was that the only warmth she could feel came from the seat of her underwear. Her soaked, soiled clothes only reminded her of what was seated in them. Unfortunately, luxuries like bathing or even a river to wash her clothes were a rarity on the main roads. For now the only thing that kept Annie going was the thought of being out of her soiled clothes and into a clean pair of spares that she kept in her footlocker, as well as a fragrant wet wipe between the cheeks. Both girls remained in silence for a few minutes after the beast had vanished. Neither wished to be the first to break the silence. That was until Annie, assuming it to be safe, got up from her chair. Slowly, she got to her feet, stifling her whimpers at the weighted feeling of her sagging underwear. She grimaced, feeling a peeking head of waste caress her thighs like a brush on a canvas, painting her pale skin a shameful brown. The quiet footsteps of the stalking monster ceased, the low curious growls had been silenced, leaving only the howling wind in its stead. Annie looked around, trying to hear something, but there was nothing. It was over. It had to be. There hadn’t been a single sound outside since the device had fallen silent. Soft lumps of mess that had clung to her backside broke loose. The feeling of soft clay-like mess slowly peeling away from her bare cheeks was something that made Annie grimace with a sour-expression. “W-Why don’t I get some light going?” Annie said quietly, trying to make conversation in the hopes of lightening the mood. Piper said nothing. Annie made her way through the compartment, moving slowly through the darkness as to not trip over any scattered wires or junk. Every step she took, the bulge in the rear of her underwear jiggled softly, and she could feel her load tapping her bare thighs. The small gas lamp she had turned off earlier was lying on the floor near the table. Thankfully, the glass hadn’t been shattered. She turned the dial and turned the gas lamp on. With a hiss, a small flame emerged, lighting up the compartment with a gloomy orange glow. “I think it’s gone now.” Annie said quietly, walking back to her chair with the lamp in-hand. She placed the lamp on the floor between them and not wanting to reacquaint her backside with the load in her underwear, leant against the back of her chair. Piper stayed silent. She sat quietly, her black hair covering her face. But Annie could see she was quivering, her lips curling like she was in pain. “Piper?” She called again, softly this time. Again Piper said nothing. There was only silence, broken by a soft whimper. She sat stiffly in her seat, hunched up with her legs pressed tightly together. Her hands were pushed between them, almost crushed by how tightly she held her legs together. Suddenly, Annie heard a sound. It was difficult to hear at first. It sounded like hissing, but distant. It grew in intensity, growing louder until Annie could hear it clearly. And then there was a dripping. That too was growing louder, and more frequent until it was continuous, like a weak stream of running water. Around Piper’s butt a small puddle was forming, creeping out from beneath her and spreading out across her chair. It was growing larger, moving towards the edges of her seat. Piper said nothing. She sat quietly, her face hidden beneath her fringe with a fist against her mouth. Perhaps it was from the shock, but it took Annie a moment to properly comprehend what was happening. But when she realized, there was a flutter in her heart. “P-Piper?” She said calmly, her lips trembling. Piper was wetting herself right in front of her. Her olive khakis were soaked through, the drab green turning darker as Piper relieved herself in them, struggling to hold it back. She took a deep breath and bit down on her fist, her quivering lips showing the faintest glimpse of relief. She kept going, the sounds of water piddling against fabric intensifying until they echoed through the compartment. Her khakis, now soaked entirely, could not hold anymore piss. The pool started to grow, forming around her backside and expanding out onto the chair. It crept out until finally it started to trickle down the side of the seat and tap against the steel floor. It was only a tapping at first, but quickly it began to drip and finally one long continuous dribble battered the floor, covering the silver steel with a small pale puddle. A small cloud of steam rose from between Piper’s legs. The stench of fresh piss had grown strong, mixing with the sullied air of Annie’s own produce. Through it all, while her best friend sat hunched up on her chair wetting herself, Annie stood completely still, leaning against the back of her chair and witnessing it with a dumbward expression pasted across her face. Never had she imagined that Piper would soil herself. She was a strong, militant girl, the confident one of them both - a girl that was never afraid to just drop trou and relieve herself whenever the need presented itself. But now, Annie had seen it. She had seen a moment of weakness from Piper. There was only one explanation she could think of and she found it ridiculous to even think it. “Piper?” She said quietly but with a caring voice, “The Shambler - were you scared?” Piper seemed to shake her head at such a question before leaning back in her chair, ignoring the pool of piss she was sat in. At least she was still in good spirits. “It’s been a while since I’ve dealt with a Shambler.” She chuckled, trying to play off what had just happened. “You think they’re big dumb brutes and sometimes they surprise you.” She took a deep breath and leant forward, making sure to avoid her wet trousers with her arms. “I’ve been dying for a piss for the last hour… I’ve been holding it in since you went out to do your business.” “You’re not the only one who got a surprise.” Admitted Annie. It was not with shame, but rather with confidence that she told Piper she had soiled herself. “I couldn’t go either. The device started going crazy while I was in the bushes.” Perhaps it was from the awkwardness of the situation, but Annie couldn’t help but chuckle. It had spiralled from awkwardness to hilarity. Annie found comfort in knowing that she was not the only one who had caved in to fear, or that she was the only one with a soiled pair of underwear. There was no reason to be ashamed, knowing Piper was in a similar situation. Knowing that it was not only her, it seemed to liven Piper’s spirits. “So that smell WAS you?” She said, a faint smile patching over her frown. “I was wondering where that smell was coming from. I thought that thing outside busted the other converter.” Annie shook her head, and with a renewed confidence, she admitted to her incident earlier. “Neither of the converters are busted.” She said, her cheeks growing rosy. “I… r-ripped a fart earlier before going outside.” Both girls looked at each other and just like that, the fear was gone. At first, Piper glared as if she was judging Annie, but then suddenly she started to laugh. Her giggles were infectious and soon after Annie too started to laugh. The laughter helped to lighten the mood and finally both girls felt somewhat comfortable about the awkward situation they had found themselves in. “Right, we should get changed, huh?” Piper said, putting a hand on Annie’s shoulder. “It’s starting to reek in here.” Annie nodded. Not only was the smell lifting but it was starting to get uncomfortable. “D-Do you mind if I get changed first?” She asked. “Go for it.” Piper nodded. She put a hand against her desk and lifted herself to her feet. A small rainfall of pee dribbled from her soaked trousers, landing in the puddle on the seat with a tinkling. “Should I go wait in the driver’s seat?” She asked, trying to mask the sound. “P-Please.” Annie said and trudged over to her footlocker. “D-Do you think we could have the radio on?” Piper leant over and flicked the switch of the radio. It crackled, bursting out with a hiss of static before tuning in to the evening channel. “And you’re back with Moonlight Quartet. Next up, we have the arrangements of Jodie Dunkirk and the Stars in the sky orchestra.” With the smooth sound of big band jazz playing through the radio, Annie waddled through the compartment and behind her desk. There was a small spot that would conceal her while she changed. She didn’t want Piper to see her, or the sorry state of her soiled underwear. Every step she took, she could feel the soft pat she had made thumping sloppily against her cheeks. It made a wet sound with every slap. Annie cringed. She still couldn’t believe it - a girl of nineteen and she’d shit herself. Once she was behind her desk, she undid her suspenders and let them fall down, around her boots. She wrinkled her nose and grimaced, catching a strong whiff of her own creation. Next, her knickers. Annie was dreading this part. She didn’t dare grab the waist for fear she would feel something more than just cotton. Instead, she grabbed the front of them and slowly pulled them down. “Are you not done yet?” Piper yelled over the music on the radio. “I need to get changed too, you know.” “I-I’ll be a minute.” Annie replied. She took a deep breath and thrust her knickers down around her boots. Curiosity got the better of her and she couldn’t help but take a peek at the damage her white cottons had endured. The seat of her knickers were brown and nestled right in the rear was a large brown pat of mess. It had been flattened by Annie’s butt, now resembling a brown pancake that spread across the rear of them, soiling the clean white cotton. “P-Piper? Where’s the toilet paper?” Annie peered over her desk and asked. “Check the footlocker. It should be in there.” Annie got down on her knees and rooted through the footlocker. She found an old wrench, some screws and a suspiciously sticky copy of “Girls Und Tanks.” before finding a cardboard tube without even a scrap of toilet paper on it. “It’s empty.” Annie said, waving the cardboard tube. Piper peered over the back of her seat, brows furrowing when she saw the empty roll. “Goddammit, that was our last roll. Umm…” She scratched her chin, staring in thought. “Oh, rummage around in my footlocker - there should be a can of this old military-grade wash.” Sure enough, there was an olive-coloured can of something in Piper’s footlocker. It was rusted and the words were illegible. “Is this it?” Annie asked, waving the can up for Piper to see. “Yep.” She nodded. “Should do the trick… and hurry up, I feel like I’m stewing here…” She didn’t need much time to wash up, a quick rinse between the cheeks and down her thighs and that enough for Annie. She ignored the dampness and the rough, soapy feeling of the old military wash as it felt like her skin was drying up. Once that shameful affair was concluded, Annie reached back into the footlocker and pulled out a canvas sack. She unravelled the top and pulled out her spare clothes - a dark green pair of trousers and an old grey shirt. They were nothing fancy; an old pair of clothes Piper kept with her, but they no longer fit her. They were just the right fit for Annie though, so she was more than happy to take them. She threw on the grey shirt, pulled up the trousers and didn’t bother to button them up. It was more comfortable this way, without the button on the crotch pressing against her tummy. Dressed in her clean spares, Annie huffed a sigh of relief and fell back into her chair. The “bottled bath” had left her butt and thighs feeling a tad rough but Annie didn’t mind; it was still preferable to an uncomfortable cushion of mess resting against her butt. She spun her chair around, faced her desk and reached down to the crate of soda she kept beside it. There were only two bottles left. She took one, popped it open and took a sip. She leant back again and looked over to the compartment. “P-Piper, I’m finished.” “Alright.” Piper replied. She climbed out of her chair and walked over to her bed to get changed. Annie almost choked on her soda as Piper, completely free of anything but her boots and knickers, strolled past. She spun her chair around, watching her comrade walk toward the footlocker at the rear of the compartment. Her boots squelched with every step, clearly soaked through with piss. Her plain white knickers too, were thoroughly drenched, sagging from her waist. They were stained yellow and clinging to her crotch, matching the outline of her womanhood. Piper didn’t care one bit; it wasn’t the first time she’d pissed herself. She stood before her footlocker and kicked it. The box creaked and the top popped open. She pulled off her boots and threw them aside. Her feet were glistening with fresh streaks of piss. The long, thin streaks of piss that ran down her legs were starting to dry by the heat of the gas lamp. She rummaged around in her footlocker, throwing aside an old canvas sack and another pair of boots. “Goddammit.” Piper cursed, pulling out a spare pair of white underwear. “What’s up?” Annie asked, struggling to hide the tremble in her voice. She stared at Piper’s backside, wide-eyed, making sure to savour every moment. Piper huffed, slammed the footlocker shut with her foot and sat down on top of it. “Those were my spares, weren’t they…” She pointed to her soiled fatigues thrown over the back of the driver’s seat. “My other shirt and trousers are soaked in oil. I’ve got nothing to wear.” Annie had completely forgotten about that, and now she’d remembered that it was her fault Piper had gotten drenched. “Oh, r-right.” She said nothing more for fear of reigniting the frustration in Piper. “Do you want to wear my spares?” She offered, already she was pulling her arms out of her shirt. “I don’t mind.” Piper shook her head, but smiled. “Don’t worry about it.” She stood back up and twirled the clean pair of knickers around her finger. Before Annie could say another word, Piper bent over, lifted her leg and put on her spare underwear. She grew still, cupping the glass of cola tighter. There was a lump in the back of her throat that kept her silent. She watched Piper pull her underwear up, almost salivating as her buttcheeks swallowed the cotton between them. The white cotton between her crack created a shapely divide between her cheeks. She pulled her thumbs out from the sides of them, letting the fabric slap against her thighs and jiggle her cheeks. There was that familiar tingle that left Annie shuddering. She straightened up and pressed the cold glass down against her crotch, shivering at the feeling. She couldn’t let Piper know that she was enjoying this. Peering lewdly at Piper was the one little pleasure that she would never share. Piper, paying no attention to Annie and her antics, strolled back to her seat and took her shirt off the back of it. “I didn’t piss on my shirt at least.” She brushed off a few specks, gave it a shake and slipped it on. “You’re just going to wear your shirt? Not even a pair of trousers?” Piper shrugged without a single shred of care. “It’s not like anybody else can see me. It’s just you.” She reached under her shirt and scratched beneath her breasts. Without a bra, her breasts jostled her shirt softly. “I’ll be fine like this for the night. It’s quite comfy actually.” Annie didn’t say anything, but her ladyhood certainly agreed with this choice of attire - Piper in nothing more than her knickers and a shirt. Annie’s lip quivered, she was close to drooling at the sight. For Piper, to be out of her wet clothes was a great feeling. She took a deep breath, stretching out her arms and letting her loose shirt hang from her shoulders. Eager to get behind the wheel, She pressed her hands together and cracked her knuckles. “Right, let’s not stick around, let’s get back on the road and out of this god awful forest.” Together, they started the ignition and again Piper took the wheel. Annie sat down between the small corridor that separated the driver’s seat from the compartment and made herself comfortable. From there, she had the finest view in the whole world - Piper’s butt, the wedge of white cotton splitting her cheeks and those long, slender legs. She took a sip of her soda and grinned. Maybe tonight was not so bad, after all. The End
  19. Happy almost Halloween! *** The mood in the car was jovial and teasing. Kyle felt a tap on his shoulder and reached his hand backwards to grab the bottle that was being passed. He took a sip – certainly not his first beer, but there was still something special about drinking on your 21st birthday – and rejoined the spirited conversation. “It’s totally safe,” Ethan was insisting. “They’re legally not allowed to touch you or anything, so you can’t get hurt.” “OK, first of all, that’s completely false logic,” Kayla replied. “Just because they can’t touch you doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt. Hell, Baby Barton back there can’t walk ten feet without knocking something over!” “Hey!” Cody, Kyle’s youngest brother, protested from the back seat. “You know it’s true, man,” Kyle grinned. Cody was the biggest out of all five brothers already, but hadn’t quite developed the coordination to keep up with his size. “I know-” Cody took a swig from his own beer. “- but y’all aren’t allowed to call me Baby Barton anymore. I’m officially in college now. I’m a grown man!” The car filled with laughter. Cody had been stuck with the nickname literally since birth, but now that he’d joined his brothers at university, Kyle supposed it was fair that he wanted to leave that particular nomenclature behind. “Besides,” Kayla continued once the laughter died down, “it’s not about being physically hurt. These places are literally designed to mess with your brain. It’s not like you can prevent yourself from being scared just because you know you’re not going to be hurt. The brain doesn’t work like that.” “And that’s the point,” Kyle drawled, turning to wink at Kayla. “A little excitement is good for you!” Kayla rolled her eyes. “Distraction from our meaningless, consumer-driven lives? It’s a haunted house, Tyler Durden, not an uprising.” “You agreed to come!” Cody called from the back seat. “Shut up, Cody,” Kayla tossed a napkin back at him. “It’s Kyle’s birthday. He gets to make the plans.” “It’s my birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!” Kyle sang. He was only on his first beer, so he wasn’t even a little bit drunk (that would come later), but he was buzzing on the cool fall night, the presence of his friends and brothers, and the impending excitement of what was supposed to be one of the best haunted houses in the state. Despite being born in late October, Kyle had never been a devoted fan of Halloween. As the fourth of five brothers, he’d participated in his fair share of group costumes, but his parents had always made sure to make his birthday its own celebration. He hadn’t been forced onto hayrides or into pumpkin patches for his parties. Now, he was turning 21 at the beginning of his junior year of college. His two oldest brothers had already graduated, but Caleb, the middle child, was finishing a five-year architecture degree and had agreed to be one of the designated drivers for the night. Even though Cody was a freshman, it had never been a question of whether or not he would be invited to come along. The Barton Boys, as pretty much everyone in their hometown called them, were a close bunch. Growing up in a small town, Kyle had never really felt the stereotypical pull to escape or to distinguish himself from his brothers. He was easygoing and confident, secure in his role as neither the youngest nor the official middle child. When the time had come to choose a college, Kyle hadn’t even blinked before deciding on the same state university that two of his three older brothers attended. And when Cody had joined Kyle and Caleb this year, there wasn’t a hint of resentment. In all, there were about 15 people coming to the haunted house. Caleb was driving their old but reliable minivan, all seven seats filled. After the haunted house, the plan was to go back to Kyle’s apartment that he shared with Ethan, Greg, and Shawn for cheap drinks before heading out for the obligatory 21st-birthday trip to the college town bar. It had been Ethan’s idea to do the haunted house in the first place. Kyle wasn’t exactly a horror aficionado, but he liked the thought of doing something as a group other than just hanging out at his place. There weren’t a ton of options around their fairly rural university, but the timing of his birthday made the haunted house a perfect fit. Caleb pulled into the field that had been marked off for parking, and everyone climbed out of the van. Part of the draw of this particular attraction is that it was built into an actual abandoned Victorian mansion, surrounded by what probably would have been considered “moors” if it hadn’t been in the Midwestern United States. As it was, patrons parked on the grass and walked up a tree-lined drive, surrounded by recorded yet realistic sounds of wind and hooting owls. The remainder of the group parked and joined the occupants of Kyle’s van, reactions split between excitement and nervous chatter upon seeing the sinister edifice. Kyle downed the remainder of his beer and tossed the bottle into the front seat of the van before joining the group to walk up to the check-in table. He sidled up next to Kayla, who was eyeing the house skeptically. “You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly. “There’s a waiting area in the back. You can just hang out there.” She bumped her shoulder against his affectionately. “I’ll be fine,” she promised. “Paying to be scared shitless might not be my idea of fun, but hanging out with you on your 21st birthday is.” Kyle felt the corner of his mouth tug upward. He and Kayla had met their freshman year when their respective roommates were dating. The relationship hadn’t lasted more than a few months, but Kyle and Kayla had remained close friends ever since. After growing up with four brothers, Kyle found Kayla’s comparatively gentle mannerisms (though she could certainly hold her own) were a refreshing source of support. He wrapped an arm around Kayla’s shoulders and squeezed. “I’m glad you’re here. And you know I’m totally on board for whatever ridiculous activity you pick for your birthday. “Mmmmm…” Kayla leaned into Kyle’s embrace. “I’m thinking manicures. Maybe makeovers at Ulta.” Kyle burst out laughing. “Perfect. My smoky eye needs updating.” He was still laughing as they approached the check-in table. Kyle pulled out his wallet, but Caleb waved him away, having already paid. A worker gave them all releases to sign (Kayla glared pointedly at Kyle, but cooperated) and explained the rules: no more than five people in each group, keep moving forward, no touching of the actors, and they could ask for an early exit at any point. “People actually don’t make it through?” Ethan was smirking, but Cody actually looked nervous. “A few,” the worker answered, face neutral. Ethan wiggled his eyebrows, but Kayla just snorted. “Ugh. Let’s just do it. Enough intimidation.” They split up into groups of five, agreeing that Kyle should go in the first group. His brothers joined him, along with Kayla and Ethan. “No judging me when I scream,” Kayla ordered as their group approached the entrance. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be too busy screaming myself to do any judging,” Cody grumbled. Ethan rubbed his hands together gleefully, and even Caleb looked excited. Kyle couldn’t help but grin; he loved having his family and friends together for this little adventure. The front door creaked open, and they stepped inside. The mood inside the house was instantly creepy – the sound was somehow totally different, as if they’d stepped through a portal to another world instead of just crossed a threshold from outside. The initial shock of silence felt almost tangible, like all the air had been sucked out of the room in addition to all the sound. Kyle’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he saw they were standing in a hallway. The light was dim and had a bluish tone – Kyle wasn’t quite sure where the light was even coming from. As they slowly moved forward, Kyle realized that the house wasn’t truly silent. There were soft, distant sounds…whooshes, creaks, and some panicked-sounding whispers. Despite himself, Kyle felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There was a high-pitched giggle, and a pale girl in a torn nightdress skittered across the hall behind them. Cody yelped, and Kayla squeaked and grabbed onto Kyle’s arm. Kyle patted her hand reassuringly, but his own heart was racing. He knew it was all fake, but something about the sounds and the dark was really getting to him. They turned the corner at the end of the hall, entering a dimly-lit room with blood smears on the wall and trashed furniture littering the floor. “Go back!” Kyle jumped and turned to see a bloody girl, seemingly missing an arm, crawling across the floor. “Get out while you can!” she moaned. “He’s coming!” A creaking sound made it sound like someone was coming into the room behind them. Ethan laughed, but everyone else looked at least a little nervous as the hustled through the room. Moving through the maze of rooms, Kyle was practically shuffling rather than walking. There seemed to be an impossible number of rooms and corridors, like they were going through a maze rather than a house. The whispers and creaks grew louder with each room, heightening a sense of urgency. The overall story seemed to be that they’d wandered into a house that was being ravaged by a mad serial killer. Each room and hallway had victims in various stage of dismemberment, moaning and shrieking for them to get out. Kyle knew it wasn’t real, of course, but Kayla had been right – something about the dark, the sounds, and the unpredictability was convincing his brain that he truly was in danger. He had goosebumps all over, and his stomach was clenched. The rest of the group was reacting more, too. Ethan kept laughing, almost maniacally; Cody and Kayla were nearly indistinguishable in their shouts and squeaks. Even Caleb yelled occasionally. Kyle wasn’t making quite as much noise, but he felt almost sick. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he kept getting more and more terrified. The rational part of his brain knew that he was in no danger, that he certainly wasn’t going to be maimed by an axe murderer. The increasingly powerful part of his brain was saying RUN! They were now on the second floor, having climbed a narrow, creaking set up stairs. The tone of the sounds became even more desperate, and Kyle could feel his heart beating in his throat. He fought against shutting his eyes, instead opting to focus on how, surely, it was almost over. He could feel Kayla behind him, not quite hanging onto his arm, but definitely (subconsciously) using him as a shield. They rounded a final corner into a room that was pitch-dark. Kyle stopped short, unable to see at all. Suddenly, bright lights flashed, simulating lightning. Flashes illuminated the outline of a huge, hulking figure wielding a very large chainsaw. The figure roared, visible only in half-seconds as the lights strobed irregularly. Every cell in Kyle’s body froze. He heard Kayla scream, but the noise came as if through a pillow, muffled and distant. He could feel the boys moving around him, punching and grabbing at each other, trying to find a way out. In the midst of it all, the feeling that most completely broke through Kyle’s terrified paralysis was that of liquid soaking into his jeans. He was wetting his pants. Kyle gasped, drawing in possibly the first breath since he’d entered the room. He pressed his knees together and manages to stop peeing, but not before the wetness reached all the way down his thighs. It was as if Kyle’s brain couldn’t process more than one thought at once. First, he’d been petrified by the man with the chainsaw. Then, he’d been horrified to figure out that he’d lost control of his bladder. While that was happening, he was being shoved toward the newly-illuminated way out by Ethan and his brothers, all frantically trying to escape, a fact he just started to notice now. Carried along by the momentum of his brothers and friends, Kyle burst out of the house onto a landing. Kayla’s screams and Cody’s shouts had turned into relieved giggles, while Ethan and Caleb raved about the experience. The outside of the house was slightly more illuminated, but it was dark enough outside that nobody seemed to notice the stain down the front of Kyle’s pants. They clattered down the wooden stairs, stumbling giddily toward the designated area to wait for their friends. Kyle took one look at the well-lit tent and veered away from the group, rounding the side of the house. He heard the sounds of his friends fade as they continued toward the tent, seemingly unaware that he’d disappeared. Leaning against the siding, Kyle tried to slow his ragged, panting breaths. He stood in the shadows, which felt fairly safe at the moment, but he knew that he wasn’t safe for long. His soaked jeans pressed heavily against his thighs. Kyle looked down to confirm that, yes, evidence of his accident was very much visible. There was no way he’d be able to face his friends without them knowing what he’d done. He felt fuzzy, like his brain had been replaced by cotton fluff. Just 20 minutes ago, he’d been so content, so pleased to be hanging out with his friends and brothers for his birthday. Now, he just felt stupid and childish – the baby who was unable to handle his own birthday party activity. “There you are!” Kyle cringed. Kayla sounded so happy, on an adrenaline high from surviving the haunted house. “What are you doing back here?” Kayla sounded so unsuspicious. “Come and join us! Brady’s group should be out soon!” Kyle blinked. Kayla wasn’t standing right in front of him, and she apparently hadn’t noticed his wet pants yet. Kayla took a step closer when Kyle didn’t respond. “Kyle?” Another few seconds passed before Kyle opened his mouth. “I can’t.” Kayla took another step forward, reaching out a hand. “You can’t? Kyle, what happened? Are you hurt? Are-“ She cut herself off as she got close enough to see the darkness on Kyle’s jeans. Kyle raised his head to look at her, but his eyes had no tears – only shame. “Oh, Kyle…” Kayla moved to comfort him, but she was cut off by an even more unwelcome sound. “What’s goin’ on, dude? That was awesome!” Kyle closed his eyes, delaying the sight of Ethan and his brothers approaching. “Hey, what’s…whoa!” Kyle heard a snort of laughter from Cody, followed by an “Ow!” which definitely meant that Caleb had punched him to shut him up. There was nearly a minute of horrible, shameful silence as Kyle’s roommate and brothers took in the situation but couldn’t figure out how to handle it. Kyle opened his eyes, but kept his head down, completely unable to make eye contact. “Ethan, go back and wait for the other groups,” Kayla finally said, quietly but firmly. Kyle raised his eyes just enough to see Ethan nod. “What do I tell them?” Kayla drew in a breath, thinking. “Tell them that Kyle decided we didn’t have enough booze back at the apartment, so Caleb took us to buy more. I went with them to make sure they bought something drinkable, not just cheap, shitty beer.” Ethan nodded again, agreeing with the plan as if it was totally normal, not a cover for a grown man pissing himself. “I can probably talk them into stopping and buying our own contributions, since it’s Kyle’s birthday and all. Give y’all a few more minutes.” Ethan clasped hands with Caleb, glanced in Kyle’s direction (Kyle was still avoiding eye contact), and turned to jog back to the tent. “That should give us at least a half hour.” Kayla put a hand gently on Kyle’s arm. “But we should probably get going.” Kyle started walking, letting Kayla guide him toward the car. He couldn’t put together a coherent thought. He hated the awkward silence, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak or assure his brothers that everything was OK. Everything wasn’t OK. He’d just been so scared by a fake scenario that he’d peed his pants. In public, no less. The 15-minute drive back to Kyle’s apartment was suffocating. Caleb turned on the radio, but no one seemed to be willing to start a conversation. Kyle had unconsciously avoided the front seat, so he sat in the middle with Kayla. Caleb pulled up in front of Kyle’s apartment, but didn’t even turn off the car. “Any requests?” he asked, knowing full well that only Kayla would answer. “White Claw, please,” Kayla requested. “Raspberry or mango.” Caleb flashed a thumbs-up. “We’ll grab some snacks, too. Back in 20 minutes.” Kyle had just enough presence of mind to pull his keys out of his pocket at the door. Kayla followed him in and flipped on the lights, but Kyle just stood in the middle of the living room, trapped between wanting to say something and just wanting to hide in his room for the rest of the night. Kayla sighed, but it wasn’t exasperated. “Kyle, it’s fine,” she murmured. “The house was wild. We were all scared.” Kyle just stared at her, clearly not accepting her argument. She tried another tactic. “No one else has to know. Just go get changed real quick. The night is still young.” Kyle’s shoulder’s slumped, but he knew he didn’t have another good option. Short of lying to everyone more and claiming sickness, he wasn’t going to get out of his own birthday party. He turned toward his room, but stopped when he heard a brief sniff of laughter from Kayla. Apprehensive, he turned back around. She was looking at her phone and smiling. She glanced up at Kyle, eyes sparkling. “Ethan just texted,” she explained. “The last group just came out, and both Tyler and Egan pissed themselves.” She smiled encouragingly. “Ethan didn’t say anything about you, of course. He just said that those two are going home to change, so we’ve got a bit more time before everyone gets here.” Kyle exhaled slowly, feeling like his brain was finally solidifying after being turned to fuzz. “Thanks, Kay,” he whispered, managing the ghost of a smile. Maybe his birthday was still salvageable after all.
  20. Alright so it's called Watashi, Nouryoku wa Heikinchi de tte Itta yo ne! A red haired girl is thrown by her friend towards a dragon in the sky and she falls and immediately is embarrassed and covers her crotch with her hands This is at 8:45-9 min Then later at about 10:30 or so, her companion goes looking for her and she is bathing and tries to sheepishly explain why she wet herself. Her clothes are shown on a drying line after being washed.
  21. I try to stay up to date on post history but as always feel free to banish this post admin if it's not new. *The episode seems to count seconds remaining in the video rather than time already watched. The scene occurs with about 13 minutes REMAINING in the episode. You should see about 13:10 on the timer when it happens. One of the girls pees herself after a prank following the telling of a horror story and the very light stain spreads under her on the floor as she is sitting https://animepisode.com/nekopara-episode-7-english-subbed/
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    "Neeko was close to being corrupted by Zoe, her very presence and what she did to her friends caused her a fear that ended up getting wet on herself"

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