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You can blame Invincible for getting me into superhero stuff. So I decided to come up with a few of my own and make them crap their pants. And I'd like to thank the one and only Leaky Panties for making so much fantastic art for this story! Additionally, credit for the costume designs goes to Leaky, as well. Hope you guys enjoy! Sally Hayes had no idea what was going on. Or rather, she had a pretty decent idea, but the adrenaline and terror choked up her senses, and turned a lot of it into a big blur. People, guns, shooting, screaming. She had the pieces, but beyond that was chaos to her at the moment. They hadn’t seen her, yet. She knew that much. Deep breaths, focus. People were attacking the market, she knew that. They were shooting, but Sally couldn’t see any bodies, so it must’ve been warning shots. People were on the ground, but not slumped over, on their knees, with their hands up. She’d seen three gunmen, and they had mean-looking rifles. They wore uniforms, and she guessed that they must’ve belonged to the New World terrorists, the ones all over the news. One of them only had a handgun, but could shoot fire out of his hands; he was a super. And twenty-two year-old Sally Hayes was hiding behind a shelf, trying to choose which one of many impulses to listen to. Currently, it was tied between giving herself up and surrendering; trying to run; or just wetting herself and fainting. Thinking about it, she supposed that fainting and then wetting herself was also on the table. Voices sounded out, almost clear enough for her to make out. She realized it had gotten very quiet. The hostages had been told to shut up, she hoped. There were lights outside, flashing red and blue. Voices from outside, clashing with the ones inside. But they had hostages, the police would be little help. She dared to poke out from her hiding spot again, and saw that one of the terrorists had been sent to scour the building for any more potential hostages. Like her. She hid down low once again, covering her mouth with her hand. Footsteps got close while the voices continued to argue and shout. She heard a whimper, and thought it had come from her own mouth, but it was slightly distant. The footsteps heard it, too. “Come out!” Hissed an angry man’s voice. More whimpers answered him. “Come out!” He commanded, and Sally could hear the sounds of a scuffle. She looked out once again, seeing a violent-looking man grabbing a woman by her arm and trying to drag her out of her space between two aisles. She writhed in his grip, finally slithering her arm out of his hand, and falling onto the floor, landing on her rear. “Looks like we’re about to have our first example, huh?” He growled, retrieving his rifle and pointing it at the woman. She froze, stock still, as a pool of urine enveloped her butt and spread out around her. “There you go, see? Much simpler to be scared and do what you’re told, isn’t it?” But despite her will to fight clearly being broken, he wasn’t done. He turned his gun around, and prepared to smash its stock into her. He could well have still planned to kill her. And at that moment, all of Sally’s careful observation and attempts to think went out the window. Suddenly, she knew only a few things. She was Sally Hayes, a twenty-two year-old woman with dark skin and black hair. She was wearing a nice pink shirt with a brown leather jacket, and some comfortable baggy jeans. She was somewhat athletic, and probably stronger than the average person, but her physicality wasn’t anything too impressive. She worked as a saleswoman and had no combat experience, and yet she was diving forward to tackle an armed terrorist. And she was going to die. She landed on his back, and he stumbled forward, almost toppling. She didn’t quite know where to go from there, so she tried to wrap her arm around his neck, like she’d seen on TV. He didn’t seem to be getting choked out, but he was pissed off. He reached back and struck at her wildly, trying to throw her from his back. She held on with all her might. After a lot of twisting and grappling, he finally managed to jam his elbow into her ribs, knocking her back, and away from him. With the speed and precision of a practiced killer, he turned, readied his weapon, aimed squarely between her eyes, and fired. As he’d gone through these motions, Sally had been holding out her hands, preparing to scream. As he fired, she closed her eyes, feeling a cold, iron-like weight of fear in her stomach. After a few seconds, she wondered why the afterlife felt so normal, only to hear two more gunshots. She finally opened her eyes, and wasn’t certain what to make of what she saw. In front of her, there were little ripples in the air, with bullets floating in the middle of them. They’d been stopped mid-air. She thought it must’ve been the miraculously timely work of a superhero, but the gunner was confused as well. She knew, then, that she had been the one to stop the bullets. The adrenaline returned, expanding her focus. Unfortunately for her, that meant that she finally noticed that the iron-like weight in her stomach had begun filling her panties. Her underwear grew tight as it was pushed and stretched by her mess, then began to sag down, having ample room inside of her baggy jeans. The generous amount of fabric made it so her large soiling wasn’t obvious, but there was something shameful about knowing just how large the hidden accident in her pants was. Despite the humiliation she was sure to feel if she survived, she tried to focus on the mortal danger she was in. Something had begun to click inside of her. She didn’t know how she knew to do it, but she flicked her wrists and the magical wall in front of her launched forward. It slammed into the gunman like a truck, flinging him backwards. Her instincts, continuing to awaken to this new sensation, propelled her forward. Extending one hand, she made a beckoning gesture with the other. The rifle flew to her open hand. That was as far as her power got her, though, leaving her to figure out the next step for herself. She didn’t want to kill anyone, even if they probably had it coming, so she just bashed him over the head with the weapon while he was still recovering from the psychic blast. He went out like a light. Then there were more gunshots, and the aisle between her and the other terrorists was perforated with a dozen bullet holes. Cringing in fear once again, she held out her hands to form a protective barrier. She’d fully voided her bowels the first time, so at least she didn’t ruin her underwear any further. Once again, her instincts had served her well, as about seven bullets that would’ve been her end were embedded in her psychic barrier. Thank you, magical brain, she thought. The onslaught of gunfire must’ve given the forces outside all the motivation they needed to make their move. Silhouettes outside the entrance grew closer, the shouting grew louder. Glass shattered. And then, stone shattered? Peering over the aisle, Sally beheld the imposing form of a superhero, freshly crashed through the roof of the building. Dizzy, a famous hero who’d been saving the day everywhere for a few years, had arrived. Tall, muscular, light skin, and short, golden, windblown hair. Her hero outfit was simple, a forest green bodysuit with some angular, orange designs. The most complex part of her outfit was the vast array of cuts, burns, and damage that Dizzy refused to get patched up. “Oh, they are fucked,” Sally muttered involuntarily. Dizzy was a powerful and renowned hero. It must’ve been a slow day for her to be available to respond to a threat of only three gunmen. The leader, the super who could shoot fire, took his shot. A large burst of fire washed over the superhero. Terrifyingly, her silhouette was still visible within the flame, unflinching and unmoving. When the inferno came to an end, Dizzy was still there, not even lightly charred. “My turn,” she said with a smirk, and faster than an eye-blink, she’d charged forward and delivered a bone-shattering punch to the New World terrorist. He slammed into the wall, and did not move. But the other gunner had not been idle. She held her weapon, a small submachine gun, against the head of a young man. “Back off, hero!” She barked. The good guys had once again been stalled by hostage taking. Only… Sally willed her instincts to tell her something, give her some clue of how she could help. Her mind raced, and finally, she decided to try something. Focusing on the weapon, she held out her hand, palm facing up. Then, in a swift motion, shot her hand upwards. She smiled exuberantly when the gun did as it was told, and rocketed into the air, colliding with the ceiling. Disarmed and in disbelief, the terrorist released her grip on her hostage, and stumbled backwards as Dizzy approached, cracking her knuckles. The gunner’s black pants became host to a sheen of wetness as she piddled herself in fear. Dizzy still taught her a lesson or two. --- Sirens wailed, a helicopter hovered overhead, police and EMTs swarmed the building, apprehending the terrorists and relieving the hostages. Some news crews had arrived, and were interviewing the people involved. Still dazed and in shock, Sally wasn’t quite sure how she’d wound up being filmed and interviewed alongside Dizzy, but there she was. Dizzy had congratulated her for her assistance with the situation, and even called her a hero. The media was eating it up, and wanted footage of the two. Sally, however, didn’t feel like she was worthy to stand beside the likes of the legendary hero, certainly not with loaded pants. Oh dear Lord, I’m on national television and I crapped in my pants, she realized, causing her already awkward and stammering responses to grow even less coherent. Oh, please tell me no one can tell! Can they smell me? “No more questions, guys!” Dizzy called out, to the disappointment of the news crews. She put her hand on Sally’s shoulder, “I think the hero of the day is still kinda shaken, so she should get to a doctor, see if she’s hurt.” “Ah, yeah… ” Sally said. Led inside by the legendary hero, they found their way to a more secluded spot, away from all the noise outside. “Are you hurt? Like, badly?” Dizzy asked, seeming quite sincere. “Um,” Sally inspected herself, patting her own body down (though careful not to pat her butt), “No, I don’t think so.” “Good to hear. You should still get checked out, but I figured you’d like to, y’know, freshen up a bit, first.” It was then that Sally noticed the hero had led her just outside the women’s bathroom. “Oh, uh… I see… ” Dizzy practically read her mind, answering her unspoken question, “Don’t worry, you can’t see it. They just made me stand close to you, and I could, y’know, smell you.” Sally shrunk down, humiliated. “I’m sorry… ” Dizzy shrugged, “Happens to the best of us. It’s happened to tons of heroes, and it’s happened to me. Don’t sweat it.” The proud woman admitted to this without a hint of shame or embarrassment. Sally hardly believed what she’d just heard. She’d always viewed the really famous heroes as just being invincible. To think they’d get so scared that they’d ruin their costumes was wild. “Um, if I can ask you something… ?” “Shoot.” “I just found out I have a power today. What… What do you think of it?” “You did all that with a fresh power?” She sounded genuinely impressed, “Wait, why? Do you want to make something of that power?” “I dunno. I was so scared, but I just moved and… I think I liked it. Being like a hero, that is.” “You weren’t ‘like a hero,’ you were one,” Dizzy said with a smile, “And if you think you have what it takes, I’d be happy to make a pro out of you.” Sally only responded with an excited inhale and wide eyes. “Now go change your pants.” --------------- Five months later… Given the severe need for super-powered individuals in the defence of society, working with Dizzy, even as a trainee, had turned out to be pretty profitable. Sally’s old job had been nowhere near as lucrative, or fun. Her power, some type of telekinesis, was unnaturally strong, and she was a pretty quick study. In only a few weeks, Sally had learned how to handle and wield her power effectively, and had begun joining other heroes on small missions. Mostly simple stuff. Well, “simple” by superhero standards. Most people didn’t consider having guns shoved in their faces to be a simple affair. But Sally’s power made her particularly effective in stopping gunfire and disarming killers; and with the New World growing bolder every day, she was getting plenty of practice in. She’d met lots of big name superheroes, too. From the gravity-defying Flux to the lightning-blasting Thunderhead, Sally had made a few noteworthy acquaintances. For the most part, they seemed impressed with her growing mastery over her power. Although, their most universal critique was over her composure. While she’d managed to avoid having any further accidents, she never quite managed to carry herself like a hero consistently. She wasn’t the comforting, inspiring presence that people like Dizzy were, yet. But nonetheless, she was happy to take on the role of hero, even if it meant that, sometimes, like today, she just sat in the agency building, watching Dizzy face off against a supervillain on a widescreen television. The agency utilized special little drones during missions to record the events from multiple angles, providing higher quality and more versatile viewing than what the news would show the public. And, as she’d learned, frequently something would go wrong on a mission, and it would need to be fully omitted or doctored out of a news broadcast, while the drone footage was not edited at all. The villain had a power that looked like some kind of superspeed, and he’d already gotten the better of two other heroes, elevating his threat class enough that Dizzy was called in. Given that her powers included superspeed along with a variety of other super abilities, the villain was quite simply outmatched. The fight was so fast that Sally could barely even keep up with what was happening, but she was more interested in their surroundings. Flipping between the drones’ views, she finally landed on the other two heroes who had been defeated. Mercifully, they weren’t severely injured. A man who had a power that let him create large wind gusts was unconscious, and his companion, a woman who could teleport short distances, was trying to rouse him. The two had been pretty thoroughly thrashed and… yep. As Sally observed the teleporting female hero, the legs of her dark blue outfit were soaked with pee. Poor thing, she thought. In the scant few moments that she’d looked away, the fight had been settled, and Dizzy stood over the crumpled heap of the supervillain. As expected, she hadn’t even broken a sweat. Sally tried to think of something to say when her teacher returned, and inevitably asked what she’d learned from watching, when the door to the lounge swung open and a suit-wearing woman rushed inside. Andrea, a secretary with the agency, looked around the room in a panic, before settling her gaze on Sally. “Emergency!” She said, “A supervillain is wreaking havoc at Parker University!” “A- a supervillain?!” Sally asked, “I’m not permitted to go against villains yet-” “No time! Lives in danger!” The woman shouted. Despite her orders from Dizzy, Sally obediently bolted upright. Andrea had a frighteningly commanding presence. “Well, what kind of powers do they have?” If she was destined to break the rules, she might as well do her best to live through it. “We aren’t completely certain, but they appear to be able to move the earth around.” Sally nodded dutifully, “I’ll do my best.” An earth-moving power against her telekinesis should be a fairly neutral matchup, with neither side truly able to counter the other, so maybe she did have a chance after all. Donning her hero outfit, a tight, purple and white costume that exposed her legs, she departed the agency. Though strenuous, her power did enable her to fly. It was clunky and inexact, but she could essentially form a bubble around herself and fling it to her destination. While it prevented her cape from fluttering majestically in the breeze, she still thought she looked cool. Zooming through the air, she eventually spotted the university, which turned out to be rather easy as she just had to look for the only place in the city suffering from earthquakes. Her heart raced as she approached, nervousness and fear threatening to make her spill her guts up. She’d never faced off against a supervillain before. The few times one had appeared on one of her missions, Dizzy had made her stay put while she dealt with them. Sally really, really hoped they weren’t as dangerous as her teacher had made them out to be. She would find out soon enough, as she touched down at Parker University. The buildings were shaking, the earth was cracking, and all around people were panicking and trying to run. An area of destruction was moving across the campus, and she could just barely make out a vaguely humanoid shape at its epicenter. Getting as close as she dared, she cleared her throat and shouted in her steeliest voice, “Villain! Surrender now! This is your only chance!” She hoped she sounded intimidating. The living earthquake abated, and the person causing it turned to face her. It was a woman, not wearing any sort of villainous uniform, just a tanktop and a black leather skirt. Her skin was tanned, and her black hair, which hung down to her shoulders, was dyed green about halfway down. She wore sunglasses that hid her eyes completely, but even without seeing them, Sally could tell the villainess was not impressed with her. “Some advice, loser,” The villain began. She stomped her foot, and a line of earthly destruction traced its way from the sole of her shoe to a statue Sally stood next to. The base of the statue evaporated into dust, and it toppled down towards her. Using her power to get a slight boost, she jumped back, narrowly dodging the crumbling debris. She exhaled sharply, eyes wide. “... If you’re gonna pick a fight with someone,” The villain continued, “At least try not to look like you’re about to piss yourself.” Sally swept her arms, generating a wave of force that blew away the statue debris in front of her. While her arms were outstretched to her sides, she swung them forward, catapulting much of the debris at the villain. She clearly hadn’t been expecting the reprisal, and only barely managed to raise a rocky barrier that was shredded to pieces by the barrage, only just durable enough to keep her from being damaged. She panted lightly, and looked up at Sally, now seeming to take her a little more seriously. “Ironic advice,” Sally said smugly, “Since it looks like you’re about to soil yourself.” Heroes were supposed to make puns, right? “All right, freak, you had your chance to run away,” She knelt down low, and drove her fist into the ground. Multiple fractures raced through the disturbed earth, spreading out like cracking glass, but all homing in towards Sally. Her power wouldn’t be anywhere near strong enough to shield her from an attack of literal earthquake magnitude, so she had no choice but to fling herself up into the air. She looked back as she flew upwards, and saw that her old position on the ground had been obliterated, turned to dust, and then swallowed into the depths of the earth. Sally felt a short spurt of urine soak into her briefs. This girl was playing hardball. Sally began to lose altitude, and was rapidly approaching her opponent. As soon as she was pretty sure she was in range to use her power, she threw a wild swing through the air, which translated to an invisible wall of force impacting the villain, and sending her flying. Her landing zone now clear, she touched down almost elegantly, only stumbling a little. Ahead of her, the earth-shifter was getting back onto her feet. Another swipe battered her, then another. As long as Sally kept striking, her enemy wouldn’t have a chance to use her power. Or at least, she’d hoped as much. In the middle of being thrown around by unseen attacks, the villain managed to stomp her foot on the ground once again. There was no clear fault line this time, but there was an unmistakable rumble of something gliding through the ground. Sally couldn’t see it, and could only barely approximate its location by the rumbling. It was slow, and it took ages to reach her, all the while she was trying to divide her focus between the coming attack and her own series of blows. If she let up, then the villain would crush her. Her heart pounded in her ears, wondering when the earthen attack would arrive. She knew that it would be lethal if not handled properly. Her eyes darted, and concentration began to slip. At last, the earth opened up, and a massive stone spike launched forward. It was pointed at her head, and her dodge was so last second that it cut her cheek lightly as it rushed by. She shook and shivered, and her legs gave out. She fell down to her knees, and her bladder emptied itself in a hot gush. Pee saturated the crotch of her costume, then raced down her thighs. Some urine streamed directly to the ground from her pants, noisily creating a large puddle. “Are you finally dead?” The villainess asked, sounding battered and out of breath as she stepped closer to observe her handiwork. “Cause I’d really like to get on with my- Oh! Oh, ha ha ha!” She began laughing as she saw Sally, whose bladder was just about done voiding itself. “Oh my God, you actually did piss your pants!” Sally grit her teeth and glared in response. “I was just making a joke, but wow! I didn’t have to say anything, you are a joke!” She raised her foot to stomp out another attack, “Well don’t worry, dude. By the time they excavate you, no one’s gonna be able to tell how you went out.” As her foot dropped, Sally lunged forward, throwing a perfectly straight punch into the air, aimed at the woman’s midsection. The wind whistled and a tight ball of psychic power impacted her stomach, sending her staggering back. She gasped and gagged, the wind having been driven out of her body. She clutched her stomach in pain, and fell to the ground. Sally looked at her own fist in awe. In all her training, she hadn’t managed a hit like that, yet. She sure wished she knew about it before she wet herself. Speaking of, Sally tried to put all of her focus on the fight, ignoring the wet fabric clinging tightly to her butt and crotch. Her opponent seemed to be fairly incapacitated, but then again, all she had to do was smack the ground with appendage and she’d create a deadly attack. Careful so as not to crush her, Sally lifted her hands, gingerly levitating the villain. “... Fuck you… ” She muttered quietly as she was lifted, “... I win!” Her arm slumped off the side and reached the ground. Before Sally could react, she raked her fingers through the dirt. Five fault lines tore through the earth, speeding towards not Sally, but one of the campus buildings. Once they touched the structure, dirt and glass blasted through the air, it looked as though a missile had struck the building. Sally heard screams. Groaning in frustration, she flung her opponent roughly to the ground while she ran to save whoever was inside. Using her power to boost herself forward, she flew through the new opening that had been carved into the wall. The destruction was more extensive than she feared, as the foundation had been damaged. The structure creaked and moaned, threatening to collapse. Following the sounds of terror and panic, Sally found her way to a room that had been sealed off with debris. With powerful motions, like she was swimming through the air, she telekinetically cleared the rubble, revealing a party of five or so people inside. They stared wide-eyed at the miraculous appearance of a superhero, but they did not move. “Come on! Run! This way!” Sally cried to them, spurring them to action. But as they neared her, the sound of shattering stone and rending metal froze all of them in their tracks. The building was falling. She turned around, and held out her hands to conjure the sturdiest barrier that she could, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough. The massive slabs of concrete began to fall, and Sally knew she was going to be crushed, but maybe she could save one or two people. Just like before, with the man and the gun, she knew she was going to die. And just like before, her bodily control slipped. The rear of her costume tented suddenly as her bowels released. With a quiet crackle, more mess spilled out, filling up her now-very-stretched underpants. She could feel the muck covering her backside and she knew the bulge was massive. And with the fabric over her butt being white, it would stain and tint brown, leaving absolutely no question that this superheroine had completely soiled herself. But, just like before, as she closed her eyes and waited for death, nothing came. Daring to take a look. She saw that the crumbling building had been suspended in time and space. Even the little bits of dust had been frozen in mid-air. She’d actually done it. She’d contained the collapse, even if she hadn’t contained the avalanche in her briefs. With it being apparently safe, she ushered the group out of the building, her power fading as the last one made it out. The collapse resumed where it had left off, now free of potential victims. Outside, all of them were panting, and clearly not enjoying the particular odor in the air. “Are all of you okay?” Sally asked, between breaths. “I think so,” One of the people she’d rescued said, “Um, are you?” He asked, looking at her urine-soaked front. Sally was quiet for a moment, trying to keep her tears in. She was absolutely humiliated. “... Yeah.” “Thank you,” Another person intoned, trying to change the subject, “For saving us.” “I’d tell you my superhero name, but… I’d appreciate it more if you all forgot what you saw here today,” Superheroes were supposed to make jokes. Though she still wanted to cry, the slight bit of humor helped make things maybe just a bit less awkward. Besides, she actually hadn’t settled on a superhero name just yet. There was another rumble, and Sally grimaced, remembering that the villain wasn’t defeated yet. “All of you evacuate now! The villain is still active. I’ll handle them,” She didn’t wait for a reply, and she was quite eager to be away from people, so she took off. Still clutching her stomach, the earth-shifter was slowly walking towards a building at the far end of the campus. She wasn’t conjuring a storm of destruction any longer. Whatever she was after must’ve been inside, and the other devastation was just… Sally didn’t know. A show, perhaps. An outlet for frustrations. A message. Villains were crazy like that. Sally landed a short distance behind her, “We’re not done, yet,” She growled. She was trying to seem intimidating, and accordingly was being very careful not to let her backside show to the villainess. The taunting would never end if she saw that Sally had crapped her pants, too. “The fuck… ?” She breathed, still reeling from the blow to her gut, “How are you alive?!” As Sally had come to expect, the woman went for another cheap shot, stomping and sending out an inarticulate pulse throughout the ground. It rattled and cracked, and Sally lost her footing as the earth shook. Aiming as best as she could, she readied another psychic punch. The earth-shifter, meanwhile, readied an attack of her own. They both launched them simultaneously. They would collide mid-air, and the winner’s attack would follow through and hit the opponent. At least, that’s what should have happened. Instead, a green blur fell from the sky like a comet, intercepting both attacks and not even flinching. Dizzy rose from her kneeling position between the two. Fearlessly turning her back to the murderous woman, Dizzy looked at Sally, “Nice work, kid! I’ll take it from here.” Not missing her opportunity to strike while her back was turned, the villain threw a stone spike at Dizzy. It shattered like a clump of sand, and Dizzy didn’t even seem to feel it. The titanically powerful superhero turned around, and smiled. Fault lines raced to her, stones flew. The woman was throwing everything she had at the living legend, but it was to no avail. At best, she’d scratched her outfit a little. After weathering the barrage, the villain’s shoulders slumped. She was beaten, and she could tell. “How? How can you… ? It’s not fair! It isn’t fucking fair!!” Tears welled in the woman’s eyes, like she was about to throw a tantrum. “... My turn,” Dizzy uttered her catchphrase, then rocketed forward at incalculable speed. She stopped just in front of the villain, her fist just inches from her face. Piss sprayed loudly from under her leather skirt, falling to the ground in a strong stream. The stream occasionally clipped the edge of the skirt, and so droplets gathered and fell from its hem. Her bowels audibly emptied as well. The sound was somewhat wet, and matched the mess, as it stained and sagged her skimpy panties. They all sat there in silence, Dizzy being sure to let the villain’s courage completely drain out between her legs. “Give up?” She asked. The woman meekly nodded in reply. ----- “You know,” Dizzy began, as she and Sally were away from all the cameras, “They edit out stuff like you messing yourself.” Sally whirled to look at her, “They do?!” She was still wearing her wet and heavily soiled costume. “Kid, you remember months ago? I told you that this happens to us. We have a bit of an understanding with the media. They’re not supposed to make us look bad.” She poked her head out, glancing at the army of police, firetrucks, ambulances, and news vans and helicopters that had invaded the ruins of the campus in the last several minutes. Thanks to Sally’s timely arrival, there hadn’t been any casualties. “Sooo, if I was recorded during this whole thing, nobody’s gonna know that I had an accident?” “Nope. I mean, y’know, unless somebody just recorded it with like a phone or something, then- ” She looked at Sally’s once-again-distraught face and stopped herself, “But the odds of that are slim to none.” Things got quiet for a second, before Dizzy said, “Fighting Magnitude like that, though. Damn impressive for your first time against a supervillain.” “Magnitude?” “The name HQ came up with for her. Serious power level. For you to take on someone like her, I’m beginning to think I was babying you a bit too much.” “What’s gonna happen to her?” Dizzy shrugged, “Can’t imagine there’s many jails she couldn’t just bust out of. Probably have to set up some special facility for her.” “What was she after? She was gunning for the building over there.” “I asked the same thing. No one knows. The dean’s office is there, but that’s hardly a juicy target for a supervillain. It was probably something personal. Whatever the reason is, they’ll find out in interrogation.” “... Can I go change my pants, now?” Dizzy laughed, “Yeah, sure. I’ll even let you go first.” Sally giggled, then realized what she’d just said, “Wait, what? What do you mean, ‘go first’?” “Look closely,” Dizzy said as she turned her back to her student. It was hard to see if you didn’t know what you were looking for, but there was a flattened mound against her butt. “You… !” “I’ve been out since sunrise fighting the forces of evil. They made me miss the usual bathroom time. I had to go, and I sure wasn’t gonna let the bad guys win just cause of an accident. So, at some point in the day, I just let it happen.” Sally didn’t know what to say. She knew Dizzy was shameless, but this was unprecedented. No wonder she was so experienced and familiar with accidents. “I told you, in this line of work, this kinda thing is beyond your control. Best thing you can do is not let it get to you… And to try and cover it up, but that’s another lesson.”
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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
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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 ?Free -
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.
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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/Free -
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Laurie is watching some suspenseful thriller with a friend. She is desperate to pee, but the movie is so interesting she doesn't want to miss anything. (Un)fortunately, the movie turns out too hardcore for her bladder - she begins wetting herself. Her friend is making fun of her, she's embarrassed and desperate, but still wants to watch instead of going to the toilet. This results in her totally soaking her jeans!Free- 1 comment
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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].Free- 4 comments
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***This image set skips from image 15 to image 20 - 16 through 19 are available in the DELUXE version of this release, which also includes 2 complete chapters that contain Trina needing to pee, wetting herself in fear and then hiking in the soaked shorts down the mountain - twice the price for twice the content*** I'm still amazed at the positive reception of my character Trina hanging out here the last year or so, and even more pleased at your eagerness to see more of the story she belongs to. For those reasons I'm finally presenting the part of that story - one I've been fine-tuning and going back to for well over a decade now - where my omorashi fetish actually leaks (pun intentional) into my personal work, and where Trina pees her pants canonically for the first time. Now as you've seen she's something of an accident-prone person, but within the comic "Spirit DNA" I try to limit her bathroom mishaps. Still, the quest she ends up going on does have its fair share of dangers, and it isn't too long before we find her with a full bladder and no way to escape a frightening situation. Trina holds on while she can, but as you'll see from the spot she ends up in, eventually there would be no helping it, and the babysitter you know and love has an accident in front of the kid she's watching as he and his friend save her. And of course this occurs after she gets stranded in the woods with no bike, so it's up to the kindness of the pizza boy from last chapter to lend her what he's got on for a bit - fortunately since he can transform back and forth into an alpaca, he might be able to help her out for a bit. I wanted to make sure you guys got more than just a brief scene that comes and goes in a much larger comic, and since I illustrated these pages back around 2015-2016 I also felt like going back and redrawing it all with the skills I've picked up since then (and with more of a focus on the omorashi, like my other comics are styled) In total, the image set that resulted has 27 pages of brand new artwork providing every possible angle you can imagine for what happens to Trina in chapter 3 of my comic. Speaking of, you'll also get the pages leading up to and following the accident from the official comic to provide some extra context for the images in the folder. So this set might answer some questions you have from the last bundle, and will show you everything there is about the official accident I made Trina experience - you can probably guess where some of the inspiration for this scene came from 😉 At some point in the future "Spirit DNA" will have a proper launch online and then you can read more of Trina's adventures outside here, but until that time thank you so much for your continued support of her and the rest of my work. One final note there is definitely NUDITY in these image sets, and please feel free to offer feedback that will help me improve on the stories I tell here and beyond. This will be the last time I'll depict Trina peeing in this particular outfit, but don't worry - she isn't done here and has much more 'business' to do in other clothes.$4.99 -
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ON SALE! SAVE $2 FOR A LIMITED TIME!! I'm still amazed at the positive reception of my character Trina hanging out here the last year or so, and even more pleased at your eagerness to see more of the story she belongs to. For those reasons I'm finally presenting the part of that story - one I've been fine-tuning and going back to for well over a decade now - where my omorashi fetish actually leaks (pun intentional) into my personal work, and where Trina pees her pants canonically for the first time. Now as you've seen she's something of an accident-prone person, but within the comic "Spirit DNA" I try to limit her bathroom mishaps. Still, the quest she ends up going on does have its fair share of dangers, and it isn't too long before we find her with a full bladder and no way to escape a frightening situation. Trina holds on while she can, but as you'll see from the spot she ends up in, eventually there would be no helping it, and the babysitter you know and love has an accident in front of the kid she's watching as he and his friend save her. And of course this occurs after she gets stranded in the woods with no bike, so it's up to the kindness of the pizza boy from last chapter to lend her what he's got on for a bit - fortunately since he can transform back and forth into an alpaca, he might be able to help her out for a bit. I wanted to make sure you guys got more than just a brief scene that comes and goes in a much larger comic, and since I illustrated these pages back around 2015-2016 I also felt like going back and redrawing it all with the skills I've picked up since then (and with more of a focus on the omorashi, like my other comics are styled) In total, the image set that resulted has 31 pages of brand new artwork providing every possible angle you can imagine for what happens to Trina in chapter 3 of my comic. Speaking of, you'll also get 2 FULL chapters of "Spirit DNA", and while chapter 2 isn't being included due to lack of omo-content I have provided the pages in which Trina returns to her human state after becoming a chicken at the end of chapter 1. So this set will answer some questions you might have from the last bundle, and will show you everything there is about the official accident I made Trina experience - you can probably guess where some of the inspiration for this scene came from 😉 At some point in the future "Spirit DNA" will have a proper launch online and then you can read more of Trina's adventures outside here, but until that time thank you so much for your continued support of her and the rest of my work. One final note there is definitely NUDITY in these image sets, and please feel free to offer feedback that will help me improve on the stories I tell here and beyond. This will be the last time I'll depict Trina peeing in this particular outfit, but don't worry - she isn't done here and has much more 'business' to do in other clothes.$7.99 -
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It's not often I post free full-length comics, but this forum continues to show me love and support through sales I still have a hard time believing. The amount of people who paid more for extra content of my own personal characters was a welcome surprise, and since I haven't done a large-scale fan work since my adaptation of "Moon Rise" I decided the next in my series of film scene illustrations should really expand on one of the better wetting scenes in the past decade. It's one that I'm sure many of you have seen in live action form on BBC's "In the Flesh". Taking place in the 2nd episode of series 2, a 19-year-old girl named Jem Walker is returning to school after slaying zombies in a society that's attempting to reintegrate the undead who wish to return to their normal lives in a medicated state. The show portrays the living versus dead much like discrimination between races and cultures, and Jem is caught in the middle of this due to unique circumstances I implore you to discover on your own by watching the show. For context of the sequence, some of these undead are her fellow students, and one of them take a drug that reverts him back into his zombified state, in a stunt to scare the living. It works, and the class sends Jem outside to defend them all knowing she has experience fending off 'rabids'. But she's really not up to it, especially after several nightmares about her time during 'the Rising'. And in the script which I've provided a copy of, you can see that her body reacts to the spike in terror the way that tends to excite us. The scene itself was very well done, in part to actress Harriet Cains doing plenty of research into PTSD to properly act out the onset of a panic attack and other eccentricities of intense fear. It was apparently the show's writer and creator who decided she should pee her pants, but the way they orchestrated the effect suggests that Jem Walker had been holding her bladder a while before going up against that PDS (partially-deceased syndrome) sufferer. So I honed in on what's going on inside her for this reason, focusing on her bladder and kidneys as they struggle to hold in her urine as fear builds until it's too late. Since one of the show's gimmicks is that the undead don't eat or drink - lacking living tissue, one character even jokes about ruining a dress letting a snickers bar run through her - I decided to anthropomorphize Jem's urinary system, similar to how the animated short "Inner Workings" brought the human body's organs to life. It allows for an extra inner dialogue beneath a panicked mind that isn't thinking about her need to pee so much as her need to survive. Her bladder's primary objective is to let it go, or at least hold on until the best moment. This comic explores the strained path that ends in a relieved bladder but a very wet pair of pants. Since I refuse to profit off of copyrighted characters and want to present a gift to the forum, this comic will remain free indefinitely. Included are 15 pages in 2 different sizes for your viewing pleasure, as well as the script for the entire first episode. Ctrl+f and searching for "bladder" or "wets herself" will pinpoint you to the page in the script that acknowledges how she peed her pants in school as a returning older student. The symbolic fall from grace for this conflicted young lady through her briefly uncontrollable urination is sure to give you one of the highest doses of humiliation my comics can offer yet. So enjoy this treat courtesy of WesternWets, and please do give the real show more of a watch than just the one scene we know and love.Free -
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Here I am with my last superheroine video for now ? I am deeply sorry that this one isn't a supercut. This JAV had so much content in it that I never got around to making one. But rest assured, this video is filled with multiple wettings in various scenarios, in both schoolgirl and superheroine costumes. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril in the future! ? [My next mega compilation is almost halfway done as of this post]Free -
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Here I am with another superheroine wetting supercut ? This particular video has it all. Fear, pain, stimulation, dream, bed wetting. In both office wear and superheroine costume. As always, let me know if you want the full JAV, I'll gladly provide it. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! ?Free -
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Back with another two videos from my superheroine collection ? Today's two videos may look familiar to some people here, as I believe it has been uploaded by DuffMan as part of a larger compilation. However I came across the full JAV on my own and made my own supercut which I believe has more wetting scenes and each are longer as well. Fear wetting fans would love these two videos, is what I would say. Especially GHOR-50, which is one of my favorite omorashi videos of all time. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! ?Free -
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Second upload from my superheroine wetting videos obtained ? This one had to be my absolute favorite among all the videos I found. It had multiple wetting scenes and each of them are so good. For some reason, she's really good at wetting herself. Absolute marvel to watch. Watch for yourself! There is some nudity, sex, and some stimulation wetting as well, so be warned if that is something you dislike. If you want the full JAV, just let me know ? My uploads from now on will only have 1 to at most 3 JAV supercuts in each upload until my next Mega Compilation. So stay tuned for more ?Free -
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It took me months to dig, cut, and compile in my spare time, but I'm happy it's finally done guys! This is a mega compilation of clips from over 40 superheroine JAVs, most found on this amazing blog and some found on other AV sites. I manually dug through the entire blog's clips to search for wetting scenes, before cutting them out and compiling them all here. The blog has such an amazing collection of superheroine JAV that I would easily have missed out some that had wetting scenes inside, so I apologize in advance if there are. Until now the blog is still being constantly updated so I'll occasionally check back for more. I also searched on other AV sites to add on to the collection by searching up popular series titles that contained wetting scenes more frequently. Alas, I believe there are still many many more out there I did not manage to procure. Most of the wetting occurs as a result of fear, torture, pain, stimulation, and others. I split the compilation into 3, each of them spans about 30-40 minutes long. The quality isn't amazing, so I apologize for that. At the very least it should still be perfectly watchable. There are title cards (pathetically made in WMM) before each clip so you'd know which JAV clip it is from. If you want any specific video (either the wetting scene cut on its own or the full JAV), just tell me its title and I'll gladly give it to you. If you enjoyed these, which is all I could ask for, fret not because there's more on the way. Some of the clips I found will be uploaded outside from this mega compilation, because I felt that they truly deserved their own shine. Most of them have multiple amazing wetting scenes on their own. So keep a lookout for them 🙂 Lastly, shoutout to @DuffMan for making fall in love with superheroine videos, as well as all his Fear Wetting compilations. Hoping this can help contribute to his legacy.Free -
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As commissioned by @pp123 last month, here's another tale from ToiletStool.com that had been on radar for awhile now that was bumped up just in time for Halloween. Using a re-purposed design from another fan favorite comic, this one is about a girl named Jenna whose nerves make her lose control of her bowels twice in her young adult life, and both incidents occur in front of a younger sibling, amplifying the embarrassment in a fashion I love to personally embellish. The second time she also pees her pajamas, so since not everyone here is a fan of messing I made a separate version of part 2 where all references to poop are removed so that you can still enjoy the more precious aspects of this story. This comic is collectively 26 pages, and as usual there are high-resolution copies as well as scaled down versions for easier reading. Purchasing gives you both the full story and the redacted edition for everyone just here for the wetting. These commissions have had me working nonstop so bear with me if my releasing schedule wavers a bit. I'm at least extremely happy that all my customers are patient and more than satisfied with the work I provide, so thank you for everything y'all do to support this struggling artist!$4.99 -
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So the basic premise is that this group of people go into a cave to try and slay some goblins, but they end up getting screwed. For some of the girls, quite literally. The priestess is so scared that she wets herself. I uploaded a full episode as well as the wetting scene alone. DISCLAIMER: This anime (based on the manga) is quite violent and graphic, involving people being torn and killed and raped in front of the priestess . So this might not be for you unless you can stomach it. Be warned! This wetting has been around in manga form for a while but its anime had just been released recently.Free -
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Your love of Trina has not gone unnoticed, and your curiosity about my pride and joy had led to this. She's actually one of the protagonists for a personal project that this comic will introduce to you in broad strokes. The story she belongs to is about a future society on a world that has peace nearly everywhere until a DNA sequencer explodes, and each person who breathes the air transforms into a random animal. Trina and her friends are some of the lucky ones who were only outside long enough to be able to switch back and forth between their human and animal forms, so now they have to locate their friends and families, and eventually try and solve what happened and how to fix it. Given that the other stars are the kid Trina is babysitting and a teen who delivered their pizza, I don't think this should be the series' nesting place. However Trina moonlights here and I want to include some of the omorashi instances peppered into her main presentation, so they need context. This comic sums up the plot of the story up to where I have it illustrated (have a long story in mind but these things take a lot of damn time to do right) but puts the spotlight on Trina's bladder and ramps up the mature themes with the added focus to fit your guys's interests. This tale is loosely based on one of the first stories shared on Toiletstool that I almost included as part of the official story of "Spirit DNA". Instead my pet project features a scene awfully similar to Bulma's that I hope to share in the future, but I digress. In this alternate take, Trina is with Ed (the kid she's watching) and Max (the pizza boy) in the woods, looking for Ed's parents. During their hike she decides to chance it and hold herself to avoid being seen in a private moment. Since I do the 'animal transformation' trope realistically they tear thru their clothes when becoming creatures, and so they've all seen each other nude. It affects Trina's desire to keep their respect, and as you'll see she pays the price when a big bear appears along their path. Things might not go how you expect, but there's a highly detailed fear wetting in this and plenty of teasing references leading up to the big release. Expect some nudity in the windows through Trina's panties - if this deters anyone from purchasing please message me about a censored version. Otherwise while I get to work on commissions I hope you dig this little deal and enjoy the taste of a tale I'm still waiting to fully tell. As Trina would say, toodles!$4.99