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  1. I know I have asked this before but unfortunately I lost the video when I purchased a new computer...Anywho the was a video narration about pretty brunette, in white tights, going on a date with a guy in his new car. They stop and eat Indian food and some time later she really has to go...she has diarrhea in her tights in the car, she then says something along the lines of "I was like a little poop gymnast".
  2. A couple of stories, unrelated despite the identical setting, that I wrote many years ago and reposted here by request. Both stories contain messing. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Claire Poops Her Pants The door creaked on rusty hinges as Claire Redfield cracked it slightly open and peered inside. The room beyond seemed to be a small waiting area connected to another hall that ran perpendicular to the one she was just exiting. It was illuminated by a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling. A bench with tall, poorly kept potted plants on either side was placed just to the right of the door, to the left the bare stone wall ran the length of the room then terminated, opening way to a new hall. On the farthest corner, a vending machine hummed loudly. Apparently, it was still working. Claire crept through the door and shut it silently, wondering again how long Raccoon City had been infested with Zombies. Everything in the Police Department that wasn’t riddled with bullet holes or otherwise ruined seemed to be in proper working order, so she figured it must not have been more than a few days. But if that were true then it hadn't taken long for the infection or whatever the hell it was to spread. The thought sent cold shivers down her spine. She stared at the opening leading to the next hall with some apprehension. She had no idea what was on the other side and worse, she only had half a magazine left in her gun. She pressed her back against the cold stone wall and, slowly and silently as possible, began strafing her way towards the next hall. She strained her ears the entire time, but the hum from the vending machine was too loud, there was no way she could hear any telltale shuffles or groans. She’d have to jump into the hall blind. When she reached the corner of the waiting room she stopped, trying again to hear some sort of warning on the other side. She couldn’t smell anything, and most of the other monsters she’d encountered reeked of rotting flesh, but the lack of odor did little to relax her. Her muscles were tense and she knew she was breathing heavily. She could feel beads of sweat rolling down her face. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her nerves and regulate her breathing. For several minutes she stood there, both eyes closed, fighting the stress. Then, suddenly, she leaped in front of the opening, facing down the hall with her gun aimed and ready. But the hall was empty. Claire exhaled and collapsed to her knees. This whole damn night had been one nightmarish hell. No matter where she turned it seemed some stumbling, decaying freak was chasing her, trying to eat her. There was a lot of stress, but she was strong willed and dealt with it much better than someone else in her situation might have. Still, she wished she could have had a normal night in a nice comfortable hotel room with her brother. And of course she wished she had a shower. That’s when she remembered what she’d stopped at that diner for in the first place. She needed to use the bathroom. She hadn't gotten a chance to, being attacked by the living dead had a way of throwing a monkey wrench into the best laid plans, but now that things had calmed down she realized she needed to go. Bad. Her bowel felt very full and her bladder was well over capacity. She had only used the bathroom once in the day, and that was at around 12 P.M. She checked her wrist watch. It was nearly ten. “Damn it,” she muttered, pulling a small, folded piece of paper out of her pocket. It was a sketched map of the Police Department, and she used it to check her position within the building. Currently, she was on the second floor of the Raccoon Police Department. She’d already thoroughly checked all the open rooms on the first floor and made a rough sketch of the area. She checked the paper and swore. Not a single bathroom down there. Her stomach cramped as she was putting the paper away. She moaned sightly and hunched forward. She rubbed her lower abdomen, hoping to soothe the tightened muscles, but it did no good. She felt her anus dilating. She tried to clench her ass shut with both hands, but it didn’t help. She felt the head of a firm turd forcing it’s way out and soon it was touching cotton. That’s when she felt a sudden warmth spreading from her crotch down her thighs. Claire gasped. In her attempt to hold her shit in, she’d forgotten how badly she needed to pee. She slammed her legs together and squeezed tightly to stem the flow. It helped a little, but a slow, steady trickle was still escaping. Claire rocked back and forth, fighting for control of herself. ‘Caught in the middle of a town of zombies’ Claire though to herself, ‘AND I’m sitting her, wetting and messing myself. What a day.’ Finally, she could stand it no longer. She opened her legs and relaxed her muscles. Immediately the trickle of pee turned to a high pressure stream that she could hear hissing even over the hum of the vendor. The warmth around her thighs began to spread more quickly until a yellow flood seeped through her leg holes and ran like a river down her legs. A wide, deep puddle of urine began forming around her, but she didn’t care. She just let out a moan of relief. When she was done peeing she turned her attention to taking care of the rest of her business. Her black jumpsuit and pink denim shorts were tight enough that the poop wasn’t coming out on it’s own. Claire might have been able to hold it until she found a toilet, but the sensation of having a log partly out and partly in was uncomfortable. Instead she closed her eyes and pushed. As she strained, she felt a long, firm log pushing it’s way into her panties. It smashed up against her butt cheeks and thighs. She could feel her clothes stretching to make room. She couldn’t believe how much there was. It kept coming out, she could feel it’s hard, somewhat cracked texture sliding against the sensitive nerves in her anus. By the time she was done, her clothes were soaked and there was a huge lump in the back of her pants. There had been so much shit that it pressed all the way up to the small of her back, and she thought it was going to push out the legs of her skin tight jumpsuit. Feeling much better, Claire got up and headed down the hall still carrying her heavy load. She hoped to find a janitor’s closet where she could dump out most of the poop. There wasn't much she could do about the wet stains on her clothes. She'd just have to hope that they had a chance to dry out before she ran in to any other survivors... ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ An Accident In Raccoon City The motorcycle came to a stop in front of the dingy diner. Its rider, a young woman of perhaps nineteen, removed her helmet and sighed heartily. “I'm finally here,” Claire Redfield, the woman, announced to the still night air. She killed the bike's engine and, with a sweep of her leg, dismounted. Her form-fitting spandex suit hugged her pronounced curves as she moved. A sleeveless jacket and ultra-short shorts, both made from matching red denim, offered little warmth but it didn't matter. It was a warm night and the ride into Raccoon City had been as comfortable as a long ride could be. Nine hours on the road with less than a handful of stops to eat and re-fuel worked horrors on the body. Claire placed her hands on the small of her back and leaned backwards. She could almost feel the cramped muscles loosen as she stretched. Quickly, she took stock of her surroundings. The evening was young, just past nine o'clock, but the city was eerily quiet. The streets and sidewalks were empty. Tall lamps illuminated the darkness at regular intervals but they might as well have been off. There didn't seem to be a soul in sight. Tonight, Raccoon City was dead. A sense of desolation and emptiness weighed heavily on Claire and added to a growing sense of apprehension. Now, more than ever, she was certain something had happened to her brother, Chris. As soon as she took care of business in the diner, she would rush to the address he had given her years ago when he joined the special S.T.A.R.S. Unit of the Raccoon Police department. Her auburn ponytail bobbed behind her as she approached the diner. Hunger had not necessitated her stop. In her rush to reach Raccoon City, Claire had largely ignored nature's call; stopping only once hours ago to urinate. Now, her overfull bladder and bowels demanded release and refused to be ignored. A large, solid log had been threatening to emerge for nearly an hour now and if she didn't deal with it soon she was going to fill her pants. Thinking about it made her situation worse, and she clenched her sphincter against the painful cramp that overcame her. She climbed the three steps to the diner's entrance. Its glass door creaked in protest as she pushed it open and stepped in. The diner was as barren as the streets outside. A row of empty bar stools lined a keeper-less bar. Not a soul occupied the window booths. In the back, a sign advertised clean restrooms. Her body seemed to sense that relief was near, she could almost feel her muscles loosen with anticipation. She grunted her discomfort and started toward the restrooms. “Hello,” Claire called softly, partially to announce her presence and partially to take her mind off what her body needed to do. Her boots clopped loudly on the diner's hardwood floor, and there was no response to her call. Her eyes scanned the room nervously, she couldn't help but think she had stepped out of reality and into some bad horror flick. “Is anyone here,” she called again, and again there was no response. “Hello?” The stillness, the sense of lifelessness was starting to get to her. It seemed ridiculous to some part of her at the time, but fear had so quickly captured her attention that she had largely forgotten about her pressing need for relief. She wheeled around slowly, hoping to find some sign of life. There was none. As she came back around, she thought she caught a shadow moving just behind the last booth. Cautiously, she approached. She could hear a soft shuffling followed by a sickly, wet ripping. “Uh, hello,” Claire ventured as she peeked behind the booth. The sight that greeted her would haunt her dreams for years to come. A balding man knelt over a twitching, bloody, severed arm. His skin was tinted a rotten green, what remained of his hair clung to his head in thin wisps. Slowly, jerkily, he turned in response to Claire's voice and fixed her with a pupil-less stare. His face and chest were covered with fresh and dried blood. Claire's stomach turned over, it didn't take her long to realize he had been consuming the still twitching arm before him. His, its, mouth opened and a ragged, airy moan escaped. It's breath reeked of decay and death. Claire gasped in shock and horror. “Look,” she said shakily, backing away as the thing rose to its feet. “I-I'm s-sorry I bothered you, okay?” It ignored her and started closing the gap between them with awkward, drunken steps. “Just don't come any closer... are you listening?” Clearly, it was not. Vaguely, she heard a series of gunshots from the back of the diner. She decided that whatever was left of the man this thing had once been was gone, that she wouldn't get through with words, and she turned to run. A pair of the creatures had blocked the door however, their rotting hands beating the glass in a futile effort to get inside. Claire realized she had been trapped. Though she doubted that the abominations that surrounded her had orchestrated a ploy, she nonetheless found herself with nowhere to turn, nowhere to run. A part of her mind refused to accept what was before her as reality and insisted that in moments she'd wake up in that dirty little motel she'd slept in the night before. But somehow, she knew it wasn't true, knew that no matter how much she refused to believe it, the monsters that surrounded her were real. An image of the half eaten arm laying on the floor behind the last booth flashed in her mind and left little doubt as to what her fate would be. She wouldn't let that happen, she couldn't. While her mind raced, she became dimly aware of a hot wetness forming in the crotch of her pants and a muffled hissing from between her legs. She knew she was having an accident, accepted it and focused her attention on more pressing matters, such as saving her skin. The warm wetness quickly widened as her bladder completely released and it's contents spilled out in a flood. Sheets of yellow that sparkled in the dim light cascaded down the insides of her thighs. What didn't run the length of her leg to soak her tan leather riding boots dribbled on the floor. Her riding suit did little to absorb the fluid and the red denim of her shorts became several shades darker. The urine eventually soaked through this as well and a unbroken stream of pee spattered noisily on the floor. At the same time, her anus dilated and her colon began forcing its load free. A thick, gooey log slid easily from her body, crackling and popping softly as it went. Her riding outfit hugged her body like a glove, but a lumpy bulge began to form it its seat as the soft, heavy mass rushed from her bottom. Her pants filled and expanded like a balloon to fit the huge log pouring into them. When the bulge had grown to the size of a softball, her outfit could stretch no farther and the poop started piling up toward her tail bone. The creamy, hot mess smeared her round bottom as it crept up toward her back but it stopped before it reached the waist of her shorts. It only took a few seconds for Claire to void her bowels, but her pants were so full of her waste that they sagged heavily under the new weight. Despite her situation, despite being surrounded by flesh eating zombies, despite wetting and loading her pants, despite the unearthly and bone chilling moans of her pursuers, Claire somehow kept her poise and focus. Her blue eyes darted about the diner as she looked for an escape and to her relief she spotted a gray door to her left. She realized that it could have been a closet. Or that if it led outside there could be a group of the monsters waiting for her there too, but she also knew that she had little choice. She could risk the door and maybe die anyway, or stay here and die for sure. Before the creature in front of her could block her path, she darted down the isle and toward the door. She swung it open and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun, the man behind it was dressed in a blue uniform and Claire realized that he was not a zombie. “Wait,” she called to him, her voice frantic, hoping that he had realized she wasn't a monster either. “Don't shoot.” “Get down,” he ordered and Claire ducked out of the line of fire. The movement pulled her pants tight against her bottom and smashed the mess up against her butt, forcing the load up to the small of her back and halfway down her thighs. There was a deafening report as the gun fired, followed by a soggy thump as the bullet entered the front of the first zombie's decaying head and blew out the back, bringing with it chunks of skull and fetid brain matter. Instantly, it's groaning ceased and it collapsed to the floor. Claire watched it fall and turned back to her savior. She got her first good look at him and realized he was wearing the colors of the Raccoon City Police Department. She wondered if he knew what had happened to Chris. “We can't stay out here,” he said, offering her his hand, “we have to head to the police station. It'll be a lot safer.” His concern sounded genuine, Claire instinctively trusted him. Not that she had a lot of choice. From the looks of it, they were the only people still alive in the entire city. She took his hand and together they dashed off into the night. Her fear grew as they hurried through the dark alley. Everywhere she turned there was another group of the shuffling, decaying creatures. She knew the only their speed would keep them alive, but she wondered how long they could keep running. They burst out of the alley and found themselves on a street, a handful of walking dead patrolling it's sidewalks. Both man and woman cast about for somewhere to run. “There,” the man called, pointing at an abandoned police cruiser. Claire nodded and they rushed over to the vehicle. The police officer took the driver's side and, to their elation, found the keys in the ignition. The man turned it and the engine jumped to life. He stomped on the gas and the tires screamed on the slick pavement, kicking up a cloud of steam before finally catching and sending the car down the empty street. EDIT: Added warning about both stories containing messing
  3. Hi once again everyone! By popular demand (one person :P),I have decided to recount an experience that happened on the journey during a school field trip. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ The trip had been scheduled by our school about a month in advance and all of the students were, in fact, quite looking forward to it. The trip was to be to Wayanad, a small city in the southmost coastal state of Kerela. The distance between Tumkur (my home town at the time) and Wayanad, was not by any means small, being about 300 km away. The school had also planned to take us through Bandipur, a wildlife sanctuary on route. At this point of time, I was in 12th standard and was dating Shruthi. We both arrived early in the morning at the school, had a large cup of steaming hot coffee at a small shack nearby, and headed to the boarding point. Once there, we encountered a large number of students, the majority clad in salwa kameez, which, to non-indian readers, looks something like this. After waiting another 30 minutes, with no sign of the bus, we began to get irritable. A student next to me told me that he had asked a teacher who said that the bus was on the way and would be here within 5 minutes. Sure enough within a minute or two, the bus pulled in to the stop. Students rushed to get on it, attempting to get the coveted back seats, far from the prying eyes of teachers. Somehow, Shruthi and I managed to get seats on the very last row of the bus. Shruthi looked excited, as was I as the bus pulled out. The first couple hours went by without incident. Owing to the cold early morning air, most students were bundled up and deeply asleep, most quite intoxicated from the charas we had smoked earlier. (A rather primitive form of hand-made hash). I sat next to Shruthi, resting my hand on her thigh, as we proceeded with the journey. During this time, owing to the fact that the people on the seat next to us were good friends of hers and fast asleep, and the fact that the teachers were also fast asleep, I slipped my hand down her pant leg and began to gently rub. She reciprocated the action and this continued for quite some time. Finally, after about another 40 minutes, the bus pulled in at a Dhaba, (extremely cheap roadside restaurants), for students to quickly relieve themselves and get back on. Shruthi and I however, having been engaged in foreplay for the better part of an hour, needed relief of a different kind. :P Pulling my hand out of her pants and standing up, we both made our way to the front of the bus, in a hurried motion. The teachers, assuming us to be nothing more than desperate students, stood aside and let us pass. As it was by now only about 8:00 in the morning, the Dhaba was fully empty. I glanced around for a secluded place where we could conclude our business but found none. I was contemplating heading behind the Dhaba (a plan that was far too risky owing to the large number of teachers present), when suddenly, Shruthi grabbed my hand and began pulling me in the direction of the ladies restroom. Just to give an image to the non-Indian readers, the Dhaba looked quite a lot like this. . The female restroom exterior looked like this Once entering the Ladies section, the layout was something like this, extremely run down and in appalling condition. Regardless, Shruthi, pulling me by the hand let me quickly into the Ladies restroom, walked down the 'alley' and entered a stall somewhere in approximately the middle. This would not normally work anywhere in India, owing primarily to the extremely conservative attitude held by the majority of the locals. Also, the other ladies in the bathroom would notice and make a big scene if they saw a man enter. However, as the Dhaba was empty at that time of day, and we were the first people to get off the bus, the plan was executed seamlessly. Shruthi pulled me into the stall, almost gasping in anticipation, and slammed the door behind her, fumbling and finally managing to latch the rusty door. No sooner than the door was locked, Shruthi lifted up the topmost part of her salwa kameez, untied the string holding her pants in place, and guided my hand to her pubic area. Similarly, I unzipped my pants and let my junk hang. She began rapidly jerking me off as I was rubbing her soaking wet groin. At this moment however, the rest of the girls from the school bus entered the washroom, no doubt desperate after being cooped up for so long. One girl entered the stall next to us and another, the stall on the other side. As seen in the picture, the toilets have almost now boundary, above or below the small partition wall. Owing to this, the sounds of their relief were all to audible to Shruthi and I. One girl could be heard struggling with the latch in the stall on our left, unable to get the door to shut. The girl in the other stall, had entered but hadn't begun to go yet, probably because she was wearing jeans or taking care of some other business. The first girl could be heard desperately swearing at the lock when suddenly a hushed but still quite loud, "FUCK!!!", reached my ears from her cubicle. The clickety-clack of her shoes on the marble floor could be heard as she desperately tried to position herself around the hole in the ground. Sure enough within a matter of seconds she had pulled down her Salwa Kameez pant and was peeing, extremely forcibly into the toilet. The sound proved too much for me and, combined with Shruthi's incessant stroking, I shot my load all over Shruthi's arm. Shruthi herself came within the next minute, her muscles tensing and her eyes rolling back in her head as I stroked faster and faster, at an ever increasing pace. Upon completion, I zipped my pants back up and Shruthi tied her Salwa. We waited for a minute or so. The tell-tale sound of loud streams hitting basins from the stalls besides us, informed us that others were there and that we shouldn't go out, lest I be seen. Shruthi however, didn't quite understand this and whispered to me, "Yāvuvu Nīvu kāyuttide!? Horabaralu!", (What are you just standing there for? Get out) "Nānu sādhyavilla", (I can't), I replied, "Lēḍi Hege Hoduvagodi" (There are still ladies there) With that she switched over to English, lest one of the students in the adjourning stalls understand what we were saying. "Seriously, just go!", She said agitated, "Nobody's there, it's fine" I opened my mouth to respond but at that exact moment there was a loud knocking on the door. "Ap yadvātadvā!! Nānu mūtra visarjane, mūtra visarjane!!", cried the girl outside the door. (Hurry up! I have to go really bad, I will seriously lose it!) Shruthi looked at me, acknowledging my satisfactory smirk, and replied "Nirīkṣisi, mutra Atisara, Beḷigge Āhāra kaḷapeyāgittu". (I'm sorry but you'll have to wait. I have loose motions, the morning food was very bad) I could swear that I heard the girl outside moan a disappointed groan, but my primary focus was directed inwards. I began to notice that Shruthi had begun to look uncomfortable, more and more by the minute, from the time we had finished our romance in the stall. I suspected that she needed to pee, but didn't want to upset her by asking, (she was still extremely embarrassed about the incident that took place in her driveway). Also I was confused as, up until a minute back, she had been showing no sign at all of needing to go. Now however, as she stood above the toilet on the other end of the stall, crossing and uncrossing her legs, I began to think otherwise. After another 5 minutes, there was silence in the restroom, and no sooner than the silence crossed my mind, did Shruthi throw me out of the stall. As she was closing it however, her Nokia phone beeped. She pulled in out of her pocket, bent over, and read the message. "ನೀವು ಅಲ್ಲಿ, ಬಸ್ ಬಿಟ್ಟು!!" (Where are you guys, the bus is leaving!). No sooner had Shruthi read the message than she jumped out of the stall, told me to come, and sprinted towards the exit and the bus. We made it just as the bus was pulling out, hopping inside, and weaving our way between the seats to reach our seats in the back, that Shruthi's friend had managed to keep for us. The inside of the bus, the back-most seat looked exactly like this, just slightly less rundown. The moment we sat down, I could sense Shruthi's trepidation. "What's wrong, I asked??", speaking in English so as not to be understood. "I really really had to", she stopped and corrected herself, "have to, go to the bathroom". I was quite surprised that she had admitted to it in my first asking, the only logical explanation would be that her inhibitions were lessened by the residual effects of the charas. "Oh." I said, "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll pull over soon enough, you can just go then." Unfortunately, 20 minutes passed and there was no sign of the bus slowing down. We had, by now, crossed over into Bandipur, the wildlife reserve. At the entrance, security men put metal grills over all of the windows and instructed the teachers not to let anybody leave the bus for safety reasons. We were instructed to give the grills back at the exiting check-post. Shruthi sat quietly in the seat next to me, biting her lip, her legs firmly crossed. "Hey", I asked, "How come you didn't have to go up until we got into the restroom?" "Don't know really",she replied, "I think it was because of you know, the rubbing,", she said the last part in a hushed voice. "Well then, do you ummm, maybe want me to give it another shot?", I asked. She looked at me with disgust and angrily declined. I apologized and turned away. After about another 30 minutes however, she turned to me and whispered, "I really can't hold it! honestly, I think it's the coffee but,", she paused, "But I don't just have to pee anymore...", she whispered softly, no doubt embarrassed. "I really can't control it all! I feel like I'm going to explode", she said, looking as if she was on the verge of tears. "Do you think you could, you know, help me...", she whimpered, trailing off. Understanding, I nodded and slipped my hand under her pants and into her panties. She relaxed her muscles, and uncrossed her legs, allowing me to reach where I needed to easier. I could feel a large damp spot on the back of my hand, the side that the panties were touching, I looked at her and she looked away embarrassed and muttered, "I told you." About 2 minutes later however, as I was rubbing, the bus hit a pothole. Her brown thighs suddenly squeezed shut so tightly that I couldn't remove my hand. At the same time, she doubled over and gasped. Almost simultaneously, I felt a squirt of warm liquid on my hand. I quickly wrenched my hand free from the vice like grasp of her thighs. It wet with a combination of sweat, juices and well, you know. She looked away ashamed, as she rocked back and forth, a solitary tear rolling down her brown cheek. After that I didn't put my hand back in, leaving Shruthi to fend for herself. She alternated between holding herself between her thighs and, when the other urge struck, holding the edges of her seat and pulling herself down, increasing the pressure between her butt and the seat. Within 5 minutes however she was entirely unable to hold it. She whimpered to me in Kannada, "Idu baraliruva", (it's coming out). I could smell a soft smell of urine and I knew that an accident was imminent. Thinking quickly, I grabbed her by the arm, yanked her to her feet (this was met by a soft squeak), and pulled her to the front of the bus, where I told the teacher to stop the bus. The teacher responded by saying that the bus couln't be stopped in such an area as it was dangerous. I told her that it was an emergency and that Shruthi was ill. Disbelieving, the teacher told us both to go back to our seats. At this point however, Shruthi double over, clutching her stomach, as an indescribably unfeminine sound left her body. She whimpered,her voice interspersed with soft sobs and her voice just loud enough for the teacher to hear, "Avaru suḷḷu alla, Nānu anārōgya am, Ap Nānu anārōgya am.." (He's not lying, I have loose motions and I'm having an accident) : Note, this is just a rough translation, it does not actually sound nearly as crude or gross. The teachers eyes widened. She signaled the driver to halt the bus. As soon as the bus ground to a halt, I lept off the bus with Shruthi and began to sprint towards a tree by the side of the road. Gasping she moaned, "Nānu māḍalu sādhyavilla!! Kalmaśagaḷu Īgāgalē baruva" (I won't make it, it's already coming) Letting go of her hand, my eyes scoured the landscape for another spot but to no avail. I turned around to see Shruthi hobbling behind the bus. The moment that she was behind the bus, in a spot like this, on the road. She yanked down her Salwa Kameez bottoms and squatted, her ass, large,brown, and shapely, fully visible. Even as she was pulling down her pants I could see a trickle of liquid falling onto the pavement. The moment that her pants were fully down however, she was wetting with force. Other noises, terrible and disturbing, reached my ears as well, as her other need was satisfied. After about a minute, she asked me to pass her a napkin. Not having one, I had to go and ask the teacher. The teacher, after rummaging through her handbag for a minute, found a few scraps of paper which she handed to me. Walking behind the bus, I gave the paper scraps to Shruthi who quizzically looked back and forth between me and the small pile of paper scraps in her hand, squatting all the while, the fruits of her labor more than any I'd ever seen, still there right beneath her. Her stream must have been extremely strong as the small puddle of her urine looked more like a lake than a puddle. She asked me to turn around as she attempted to use what had been given to her. After about a minute, she slowly stood up, pulled up both her panties and her Salwa, and stiffly walked back onto the bus. Surprisingly, nobody knew anything of what had happened, most of the students seemed to think that she had been sitting in the front the entire time and, only afterwards, moved to the back. Others, her friend Priyanka in particular, were of the belief that Shruthi needed to piss very bad and stopped the bus for that. Not wanting them to know the full truth, Shruthi agreed with them and things went on as normal. Within another 15 minutes, the bus pulled in at another Dhaba, one outside of the wildlife enclosure. Shruthi walked towards the bathroom, cleaned up properly, and returned beaming, truly relieved. Note: Upon discussing the incident with Shruthi recently, she seems to attribute the entire incident, primarily her other urges and their severity, to the charas. She claims that that is why she has never touched the drug since. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading everyone. Any feedback or comments would be greatly appreciated. Once again, a call out to all Indian members, please recount your experiences, there's few enough of us on this site as it is.
  4. “This is a nightmare. It has to be,” Rebecca Chambers thought. She found herself standing on the landing at the top of a stairwell. A corridor lay before, seeming to stretch on into infinity. A single electric lamp lit the immediate area. The light was weak and flickered like a dying flame, but exposed walls covered in cracked, peeling wall paper. In places the drywall had crumbled away completely, exposing dusty wooden boards that made Rebecca think of the skeleton of some great beast. The floor was covered by an old carpet. Decorated with intricate designs, the carpet might once have been beautiful. Now, the colors were faded to drab shadows of what they had once been and only invoked thoughts of age and decay. Deeper in the corridor, as the light receded Rebecca could make out a few large, rust-colored stains. Beyond that, there was only darkness. The stairwell was to her left, and offered no more clues as to her whereabouts. The steps, covered in the same old carpet as the floor, descended into a sea of shadows. She could only see three or four stairs before they were engulfed in the inky blackness. From the darkness below, like the mourns of damned souls, the chilling moan of undeath rose. Memories of the incident in the Arklay Mountains bubbled to the surface of her mind. How could they not? The hallway and rickety staircase seemed to be taken right out of the Spencer Mansion, she even found herself wearing the green T-shirt with the S.T.A.R.S. logo sewn into the left shoulder and the same tight, green cargo pants she'd been wearing during her trip into hell. The white Kevlar vest she wore over her shirt failed to give her a sense of protection. That, too, was not unlike her time dealing with Umbrella's monsters. “But, that all happened more than a month ago. I got out. Chris, Jill, Barry, and myself... we all got out. This can't be the Spencer Mansion or the Umbrella training facility? Both of those were destroyed.” She ran a hand through her short, brown hair trying to remember how she'd gotten here... and where here was. She couldn't, but she wasn't about the stand around in a dark hallway and wait for some shambling corpse to come eat her. She needed to find a place to hide, somewhere she could think and clear her head. She reached for the holster at her hip and her blood froze. The holster was empty. Her brown eyes widened in horror, she was compelled to check her hip visually. As expected, the holster was there but her gun was not. She was lost, alone, and unarmed in a strange place that was apparently crawling with flesh eating zombies. The realization made her feel a sudden, terrible urge to go to the bathroom. “No! Get a hold of yourself, Rebecca. Freaking out will only get you killed. So, I don't have a gun. Most of these things move pretty slow. They're stiff from rigor mortis. I can knock them off balance and run away.” That only left one question. Which way should she go? Though, that wasn't much of a question. Not with the moans coming from the darkness below her. She decided to take her chances with the hallway. She didn't hear anything coming from that direction, and she guessed her chances of finding a bedroom or closet to hide in were probably better if she went in that direction anyway, if only because it reminded her a little of a hallway in a hotel. Ancient wooden boards creaked beneath her as she stepped forward, the noise deafening in the silence in spite of the carpet muffling the sound. It send chills down Rebecca's spine, and made her feel like the structure itself was against her. Like it was trying to alert anything that might be lurking in the shadows to her presence. She stuck to the right wall as she stepped into the shadows. Her hand trailed along the peeling wallpaper as she walked, searching for any signs of a door. Her eyes were slow to adjust to the darkness, and the shadows seemed to shift and swirl around her, each perceived motion making her tense. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, and the sensation of having to go to the bathroom was back and worse than ever. She wanted to run down the hall, try to find some light, to get out of the shadows. Through force of will, she fought down the urge. It was too dark to run, tripping or slamming into something and hurting herself would only get her killed. She forced herself to move slowly, carefully placing one foot in front of the other. Eventually, her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She could only see a few feet in front of her, but the hallway seemed completely empty. The walls were barren, not a window or decoration in sight. She didn't see a single stand or table. It just stretched on, seemingly into eternity, never changing. She went on like this for a few minutes, though it seemed to last forever. Confusion and panic crept into her thoughts. What if there weren't any rooms? What if this hallway never ended? But, that wasn't possible was it? It might lead to a den full of the undead, though. Just as she was starting to consider turning back, she felt the texture beneath her right hand change from the cracked wallpaper to something sturdy and wooden. A door! ”How did I not see it,” she wondered, then shook her head. It didn't matter. What mattered was that she might have finally found a safe place to hide. She pressed her ear against the door, straining her hearing for any signs that the room might be occupied. She didn't hear anything on the other side, and so reached for the handle. “Please don't be locked. Please don't be locked,” she thought. She turned the knob, and released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding when it turned and the door opened with a noisy creak. She stepped inside. She could vaguely make out a few boxy shapes on the other end of the room. They looked like a bed and perhaps a dresser. “A bedroom. That'll d-” Suddenly, something heavy slammed into her from the left. She stumbled to the right, somehow managing to keep her balance long enough to to collide with the wall on the right side of the room. She felt mottled, decaying flesh against her exposed arms. A soulless, hungry moan filled the small room. Rebecca's blood froze in her veins. “No! No! Let me go!” she cried. She tried to wriggle free, but she was trapped. The weight of the zombie pinned her against the wall, removing her wiggle room and making it impossible for her to find leverage to push off against. From the corner of her eye she could see the zombie dipping forward, decayed teeth just visible in the poor light as it's mouth dropped open. Terror sent Rebecca's body into full panic mode and, as if to lighten her in order to facilitate escape, she began eliminating unnecessary weight. Her bladder went first, something she was only dimly aware of as a wet heat began to spread across her crotch. A stream of urine gushed into her panties, heralded by a soft hissing sound that was muffled by her clothing. Soggy warmth spread across her nether-regions as her underwear soaked up the golden flood. A a small dark stain in the shape of a crescent moon appeared on the crotch of her cargo pants as urine seeped through her underwear. The stain expanded slowly at first, then exploded quickly across her lap and bottom as the hot fluid soaked through the cotton completely. Wet stains descended from her groin, marking the urine's progress as it began running down the insides of her thighs and causing her pants to cling uncomfortably to her legs. Smaller rivulets coursed down the front of her thighs, narrow streams tracing intricate patterns in her green pants that eventually joined up with the cascade of urine pouring down the sides of her legs. Golden streams eventually began spilling out of her leg holes, sounding like a soft rain as it dropped to the carpet beneath her. What didn't pool in a dark stain at her feet ran into her shoes, soaking her socks all the way through. Somewhere in the middle of emptying her bladder, Rebecca felt something tremendously heavy shift in her stomach. She felt a sharp, painful cramp in her side as the heaviness dropped into the lowest part of her colon. It lingered there for a moment, then surged downward. Her anus yawned wide, and a wave of thick, mushy shit spilled into her pants. The snug material across her bottom expanded suddenly and rapidly, like an inflating balloon. The gooey mush pouring from between her cheeks forced the seat of her pants to sag in an attempt to accommodate the mess. Even as the zombie's teeth closed in, she felt her trousers growing heavy as they drooped under the weight of her feces. The material was already tight across her bottom, and offered little in the way of elasticity. In a matter of moments, mushy poop had overflowed the small pocket of space the bulge created between her bottom and her cotton panties. With nowhere else to go, the mess flowed upwards from her open anus, filling the crevice between her attractive butt-cheeks. Waste expelled from her bowels with tremendous pressure, forcing the shit loaded in her panties to creep toward the leg-holes of her panties. She felt something sticky and hot ooze over her perineum as the mess was forced downward, between her legs toward the front of her garments. Before it reached her labia, it was forced through the leg-holes of her panties. It spilled out of her underwear and begin to flow down her legs like a mudslide. Chunks of it dropped from her legs to the floor, hitting the carpet with a muffled plopping sound. Small mounds of waste accumulated in the puddle around her feet, looking like the peaks of little mountains poking up from some great sea. ”I just pooped my pants.” It was an odd thing to think, given the circumstances, but the thought rang clearly in her mind as the zombie leaned in. From the corner of her eye, Rebecca could see the monster's open mouth as it started to lean in. “No! No!” *** “NOOOOOOO!” Rebecca snapped up, her voice ringing in her ears. Her wide, terrified eyes cast about, taking in a small room covered in shadows. This wasn't the room she had just been in. The zombie was gone. She was no longer pinned. It took a few moments for her racing mind to realize that, indeed, it had all just been a terrible nightmare. She drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them tight, using them as a headrest as she waited for her thundering heart to settle down. This wasn't the first vivid nightmare she'd had since those terrible nights in the Arklay Mountains, and it likely wouldn't be the last. She wondered briefly if Jill, Chris, or Barry ever woke up screaming. As her heart-rate slowed and her mind cleared, Rebecca became aware of how warm and soggy her sheets felt, and of the pungent, barn-yard odor hanging about her bedroom like a cloud. “Oh no,” she groaned. She reached over to the nightstand next to her bed and flipped on the desk lamp. She squinted against the brightness that filled the room, and once her eyes had adjusted she threw back her blankets. As she had feared, the light revealed a yellow stain spread across the otherwise pristine white sheets. It reached all the way to either side of her full-sized bed, and she could occasionally hear a soft pitter-patter as droplets of urine fell to the room's hardwood floor. As she scooted toward one edge of the bed, her other suspicion was confirmed when she felt something heavy and warm shifting around in the seat of her panties. On the sheets where her bottom had been, a brownish color mixed with the yellow. She reached back and tentatively touched the seat of her panties with the tips of her fingers. As expected, the cotton was damp with urine and clinging to a mass of mashed, sticky shit. Rebecca gave a defeated sigh. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time this had happened. She gathered up the blankets and sheets, then waddled into the adjoining bathroom. She stuffed her soiled bedding into a hamper, then made her way over to the toilet. She lifted the lid and the seat then carefully pulled her panties down. The cotton peeled away from her bottom as she lowered the garment, and once it was about halfway down her thighs she pulled the waistband a bit lower and shook it gently until a flat pancake of feces fell out of her underwear and into the toilet with a splash. She removed her underwear completely, then wiped out the mess on the inside to the best of her ability. It was a losing battle. The softer material clung to the seat of her panties like melted chocolate. She sighed, then cut her losses and tossed the ruined undergarment into the trash. After wiping her bottom and the mess smeared across her backside and the backs of her legs, she gathered up a few towels and laid them across her mattress to soak up the urine. Her bedroom still reeked from her accident, but not quite as bad. There was an air-freshener sitting next to the lamp on the nightstand, and it was slowly doing its job. With all that taken care of, she removed the T-Shirt she had worn to bed and stepped into the shower. When the water was steaming, she turned around and let the stream splash directly against her backside. The hot water stung her sensitive bottom, but the sensation of being cleansed and sterilized was worth it. When she felt sufficiently clean, she adjusted the water to something a little more comfortable and leaned against the wall and simply let the water run over her. Her night-time incontinence was getting to be a problem. She didn't have a washer or drier, and having to use the laundromat multiple times a week was a strain on her finances, especially since she had to use the large-load washer for her bedding and especially since her job at R.C.P.D was starting to feel jeopardized. In addition, she was starting to feel the effects of having her sleep cycle disturbed so frequently. She'd wake up in the morning feeling groggy and tired, not refreshed at all. Not to mention the stiffness that always after sleeping on the sofa while her mattress dried. There wasn't anything she could do about nightmares waking her up in the middle of the night. That was a psychological wound that would, hopefully, heal over time. But, there was something she could do about the soiled bedsheets, and about having to sleep on the couch. She turned the water off and stepped out of the tub. She dried off, then wrapped the towel around herself and walked back into her room. She wrinkled her nose against the still strong odor, then made her way over to her dresser. From the middle drawer, she found a simple white T-shirt that was three sizes too large. She slipped this on then, rather than opening her underwear drawer, made her way over to the closet. Inside the closet, tucked away in the corner and intentionally buried beneath a mountain of spare blankets and clothes, was a package of adult diapers. Rebecca reached for it, and pulled it out with a frown. She'd ordered them via a discreet mail-order form a few days ago. She'd hoped that she wouldn't need them, but her accidents were getting out of hand. “Just when I'm going to bed. And just until I can get over these nightmares,” she said to reassure herself. She tore open the plastic bag and pulled one of the padded undergarments out. She pulled her shirt up and tucked it underneath her chin, then slipped the unfastened diaper between her legs. She squeezed it with her thighs to keep it in place, then pulled the resealable tape tight across her hips. It was a snug fit around her waist, but not uncomfortable. Not physically at least. She still couldn't believe she'd been reduced to this. She let the T-shirt fall over the diaper, then gathered up some fresh bedding. The diaper crinkled noisily as she made her way to the sofa, each step a reminder of her incontinence. “Just for a while,” Rebecca assured herself. “And just while I'm sleeping. It's not like I have to wear them during the day.” With that thought to comfort her, Rebecca laid down and, using the arm of the couch as a pillow, closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep...
  5. That's my first story here, so please let me know if you like this form. It was rather hot summer and Anna was at holidays with her long-term boyfriend. As usual they came to club that night. Typical holiday disco with lot of alcohol, nice music and dancing. People from around the world were partying there, because of good reputation, well-qualified bartenders and DJs. This night Anna was dressed like typical girl on summer holidays - very short jeans shorts with a little oversized t-shirt with visible black sport bra under it. She was blonde, very tall and sporty, she also played basketball since school. It was something around 1a.m., they were here since 10p.m. and all the time they were drinking margarita shots, as there was a Happy Hour special offer for them. That night they were based on fresh strawberries and silver tequila, so they were extremely easy to drink. After 3 hours of dancing and having margaritas Anna felt urgent need to pee. About 12 shots made her bladder absolutely full. That moment she was rather drunk. But in some positive manner. Holidays, party and summer made her feel nice. In that disco women's toilet was in the -1 floor, just about 20 stairs down from the party area with few meters of corridor as some kind of "waiting area". Just after the end of a song she told her boyfriend to wait for her, because she must go to the toilet as she became really desperate. When she came down the stairs she noticed very long line to the toilet. About 15 ladies, and maybe some more inside. That's was not what she expected. But her bladder was still few minutes from limits. "Hey, what's happening that the line is so long?" she asked girls after about 5 minutes when the line did not move forward "I don't know, someone told that some drunk chicks fell asleep in 2 cabins, as they were completely wasted, so only 2 operating left" one of them replied "So what's going to happen with this?" Anna asked again as her bladder started to hurt slowly "They're waiting for female security officer to come, open the toilets and kick them away" party girl replied, "she should be in about 10 minutes" In that moment there was still over 10 ladies before her. That was not nice. She started to worry about her bladder, but then, suddenly... "Shiiit" yelled girl just in front the the doors. Everyone focused on this probably 18-19 years old girl with very short denim mini skirt and white t-shirt. She was standing with her legs crossed in absolute desperation. Well, at this moment it was not a desperation. She was literally peeing herself. Pee was coming down her both legs with very strong stream and big puddle was forming under her. When her pee stopped she run away with tears. "Oh, wow" Anna said "Nah, that's nothing unusual, every night some drunk chick wets pants in this club" one girl replied "Just holidays" "Yeah, holidays..." Anna replied. But in this moment few drops of piss escaped from her overfilled bladder into her panties. She started to be mortified. Nothing was visible, but her panties were wet for sure. "OK, I can't wait, I'm going to the men's" she told to the line and started going back, as the men's one were in second part of the club, about 40 meters from ladies' ones. That was way too much for her. Halfway at the stairs something bad happened. While walking she suddenly froze. Her bladder gave up. Strong stream of urine forces through her panties and shorts to the floor, forming giant puddle. "F..." she started whispering with clear relief painted on her face. She came to the light to see the damage. Crotch area of her jeans shorts was very wet, but because of navy color and club light it was almost not visible. She came back to her BF, he was standing next to the bar with another set of shots. "Paul, we should go back to the hotel" she slowly started whispering to his ear. The music was so loud that it was the easiest way to communicate. "Come on, sweety, it's 1 a.m., the party is starting to be cool" he replied "I ordered some shots" "Darling, let's go to the hotel" she said with sad face "But why"? "As you probably noticed there was a long line to the ladies..." "yeah, I started worrying about you" "Thanks, but because of the line I... I..." "You...?" "I... I... just did it in my underwear..." "What?! What do you mean" "I couldn't hold it anymore, I just wet myself" "You peed your panties? You're not serious?" She caught his hand "Do you want to touch it to believe me?" "Nnooo, I believe you. Poor you" he hugged her and whispered "OK, let's finish shots and get out of there" She looked at the bar - there was 16 margaritas there in some 40ml shot glasses. "Why 16?" "There was a special offer, trust me" he replied "and now drink 10, you must relax" So, they finished them rather fast. Big set of shots was gone in 5, maybe 6 minutes. "OK, let's go" he said and they started to leave. Hotel was about 15 minutes walk from the club, but both were under visible influence of alcohol, so 20 minutes was the real time. When they got out, Anna's stomach started to hurt. Maybe all night of strawberry-based shots was the reason. And - as she broke the seal - she started needed to pee again. After about 5 minutes they passed the city beach. "Hey, let's go there" Paul asked "OKKK" she replied, as she knew that it wouldn't take much longer. But as they touched the sand Paul started joking "hey, let's sit here and watch the stars" "No! No way" "Hey, come on, it's nice August night" "Darling, I would like to remind you that I'm still wearing panties that I peed this night and I really want to change them" she decided not to tell him about increasing desperation "OK, OK, don't be mad" "I'm not bad, I just need a shower and fresh clothes" ("and a toilet" she added in her mind) "Is this really feeling bad?" " Well, I'm 22 and I didn't make it to the toilet. That's bad" Paul didn't answer. They continued they walk through the beach. After another few minutes she said "Hey, let's go a little bit faster" "We're about 10 minutes, don't worry" "Darlin' I need a toilet" "Again? Is everything OK?" "No, nothing is OK. I really need it" "Maybe... Maybe you can go through your shorts? They're already wet..." "No, forget it. No f... way. And... And my stomach hurts..." "Do you need to go #2?" "Yes, and it really urgent" her stomach was really hurting that moment. She was letting some quiet and very smelly farts, but due to wind they were not noticeable. "OK, let's run" Paul suggested After 2-3 minutes of running a loud fart escaped "Oh sh..." "You can do it, we're close, trust me" "I can, I can" Anna started to whisper with her hand on her stomach "I want to do at least this to the toilet" "You can do it, Darling" "Yes I can, yes I can" another loud fart, another few meters. Suddenly her stomach kicked her with very painful attack. She suddenly stopped. Few deep breaths, and she tried to continue her race. But after just one step something really bad happened. For the first moment it seemed to be another fart, but she suddenly felt something warm. "No, I can't..." she stopped again "What do you mean?" Just after this question he heard a very long and loud wet fart. He looked at Anna. Her hands were not on her belly, she was now holding her butt. Loud crackling sound came from her back. "I just shit myself" she started to cry. "Were just few steps away from our hotel" "I'm covered in my shit, I'll come down my legs in any moment" "Your panties and shorts should hold it for these minutes, I'll be OK" "As we both know I'm wearing thongs, so my panties can't hold anything, I feel it falling down my leg" He didn't answer. They entered they hotel. She tried not to catch anybody's attention. When they entered the elevator (their room was at 1st floor) she looked at her. Back of her navy shorts was visibly stained with big wet and dark stain. Also some poop was on her right leg with stains down to her knee. She entered the bathroom just to clean herself. "Do you need help?" Paul asked "Nooo, don't even try to look at me, I'm totally covered in my poo and pee" "OK, let me know if I can do anything?" "Yes, give me plastic bag. And don't ask" After few minutes she asked him to the doors of the bathroom and gave him back this bag. "Now please go out and get rid of this" "Okkk". When he got out of the room he opened the bag. It smelled terrible. He was able to see her shorts inside and her grey thong panties. He quickly close the bag and went to the nearest garbage can outside hotel where he left it.
  6. Hi everyone! As those of you who have read my stories before would know, Shruthi was my girlfriend for a long time. We broke up a while back on a mutual basis. Rather than letting them fade away to the recesses of my mind, I have decided to write down a couple of the best experiences, Omorashi related, that I witnessed or was told about by her while we were dating. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ THE FIRST TIME (discovering the fetish, happened in 9th grade) So basically I had gone to a friend's house one day to make out with my girlfriend as neither of us could go to each other's houses. The friend's house was available as his parents were out. Anyway, we went to his house and had a couple of beers ( we all drank back then) and Shruthi and I went off into a room and started fooling around. About half an hour later the bell rang. A panicked friend shooed us into the main hall bathroom (the only one not in his parent's room) to hide. Unfortunately, it was his parents. They were good friends with Shruthi's parents and would most definitely have told her parents had they seen her coming out of the bathroom with a strange boy. About 20 minutes in and some whispered conversation later she justified her continuous squirming and frantic listening to the door, citing her desperation. I felt a weird kind of stirring inside me, deep in my stomach. I had no idea that I was turned on, I just encouraged her to hold it and hugged her and we kept talking. I'm not really sure of how long it was but quite some time later, she awkwardly whispered to me that she wouldn't be able to hold it and that she was going to go. She made me turn around in the cramped bathroom and face the wall. She lifted her kurti and began to untie her salwa. I'm still unsure of why I did it, but it seemed logical at the time. I didn't want her to use the commode. I asked her to just hang on and wait. Probably embarrassed she paced around the room for another 10 minutes, silently. She turned to me and told me that she needed to go and that she was going. She made me turn around as she began to hastily pull down her salwa and squat over the commode. The splatter of release pulled my trigger, literally. It was the first time ( as it still is to this day). I suddenly convulsed, hearing the forceful splashing behind me, and gasped in indescribable pleasure as I uncontrollably shot my load into the tight denim fabric of my jeans.
  7. Hello, and welcome to the (second) recruitment thread for "The Crazy Diapered Life of Crystal and Brianna" RP! To view this RP recruitment thread, please visit this link: http://diaperedanime.com/forum/showthread.php/crazy_diapered_life-15938/index.html The same rules apply here as well, so if you are interested please send me a message. If for whatever reason you cannot see the original post, it will be provided at your request. Thank you for visiting the forum and I wish you a diapered rest of your day. ~FlamingCreeper flamingtntcreeper@gmail.com
  8. Who has any good compilations first of all? And secondly if you would like me to, PM me if you could, make compilations out of your favorite wetting/messing/anything vids as long as they are female? (Here is a compilation of two Miss Picas' videos.) My Movie.mp4
  9. Well, this is new. I not unusually decided to hold it while drinking quite a bit of beer tonight. I got my ride home, rather drunk with another beer in my pocket and a serious need to pee. I had not gone to the bathroom at all since noon. It was now 300. I drank the beer. This put me at about a 9 on the scale as i had not gone all night. I decided to go for a walk and I held it with the utmost care. Attempting, on this night to break a record. This night however somethiing much more like a damn broke, and warm and wet filled my jeans and my lose blank panties. Ahhh the relief. I started peeing with forth through my jeans. When all of a sudden a new urge hit me. I started peeing harder, in fact i started doing everything harder. It was then that i suspected myself (not really knowing,) that i shit myself. As i walked on i did it more each time as a peed. Now i sit on the toplet playing with myself, my pants marked with pee And my undies marked with poop. My first time messing. Ahh, what to think, love, weakbladder
  10. It's been in the works a long time, but Elven dreamer and I have just finished our first full length comic! Featuring mental regression, wet and messy diapers, and Adult Baby paraphernalia, the cost is $5 for 10 full color pages plus cover, sketches, and a full color pin-up in PDF format. For a full preview visit Babes In Diapers
  11. i know im not the only one thinks we need more doujinshi's and manga's about omorashi, diapers and messing. anyone with links for nice galleries or if you have the files, pliz post here so we can all enjoy. if its repost link to original, if it is copyrighted give credit to owner and post link to his/her page. post anything, new or old so we can all check if we missed some :) this is a great one about diaper. dont know if it is a repost http://tehthul.net/gallery/index.php?cat=11
  12. Heres a video form wetpantsboy thats fantastic. hope y’all enjoy. WARNING: MESSING wpb-1457848861.mp4
  13. So, although I don't post as much as I could, or should, most of you who know me, will know I am no stranger to accidents of both the wet and messy kinds. A combination of a weak bladder and an old car crash will do that to a girl. Tonight, though... Tonight was different. Recently I've been put on some new medications, to which my body is having a little trouble adjusting to. In the last four days, I've nearly shit myself in three different shops and in a close friend's car, a bar, and in my own car. Every time, just as I was losing hope, I've managed to make it to a toilet, into which I have ass-vomited LIQUID FUCKING FIRE. So, just as I'm starting to feel better, tonight happens. It started out at 5pm. I got in my car and went to work, setting about preparing everything for the night. Within 15 minutes, I HAD to pee. I went from totally fine to dribbling in less than 30 seconds. It hurt my bladder so much, and I knew I would never make it to the toilet, so I dropped trou and peed in the sink. I'm not proud of this, and if I'd had any other option, I would've taken it. After thoroughly cleaning the sink, I went back to my duties, rushing to get everything ready before my assistant arrived. Three hours later, the urge to pee struck again. I'd only had one bottle of water since my first pee of the night, so this struck me as odd. Once again, I had little to no warning, and I found myself dribbling into my underwear as I shuffled hurriedly down the hallway to the loo. I sat down and let the stream go, when suddenly, my bowel opened up and emptied itself violently into the toilet. The smell was unbearable. I finished up, sprayed some of the communal perfume around and headed back to work. It was roughly 9-10pm by this stage and I was running behind schedule. I knew that if I wanted to avoid trouble from the owner, I had to hurry. Everything went smoothly, for the next two or three hours, and then I went to deliver some things to local businesses we supply. I got out of the van at one place and INSTANTLY my bladder exploded into pain. Gritting my teeth, I sucked it up and held on. I had to finish the job before I could go again. I was already late and to drop everything for a petty need was unthinkable. I got back to my workplace, panties slightly dampened, and set about the last of my jobs. My assistant begged me to go home early, to catch the last of the tennis, and I made a point of pretending I didn't really want to let him go early, even though secretly, I couldn't wait for him to leave. My bladder was aching by now, and I eventually "caved in" and said he could go. Almost as he was walking out the door, I doubled over and squeezed hard on my crotch, legs double-crossed as I fought the urge. It subsided, not without a few spurts of urine, and I rushed about finishing up. As I worked, hands shaking with need, my pants grew damper and damper, until they were glistening slightly at the front, a wet spot the size of perhaps a coffee mug over my genitalia. I crouched down to open a low drawer, and this was my undoing. Piss burst through my urethra, past my hand, which I had futilely placed over it to perhaps prevent this from happening, and all over my light blue 3/4 jeans. It wasn't until I felt my anus burning that I realized my bladder wasn't the only thing giving out. The pee and diarrhea rushed out of my body, forcing its way through my pants and over the floor, and I could do nothing to stop it. I knelt there in shock, farting and bubbling all the way, before I felt a solid lump approach my sphincter. Knowing there was no point whatsoever in holding anything else in anymore, I gave a hard push, and a massive log heaved into my underwear, bulging out the tight-ish pants and creeping slightly up my cheeks. A few more bubbly farts followed, whether they were gas or more diarrhea I do not know, and I was done. Cautiously, I stood up, surveying my surroundings. As the realisation that I would have to continue in wet, messy clothes sunk in, I sighed. I wiped away the most of the mess from my butt and legs, to avoid it dripping on the floor, and began the clean up. Once done, and the last of my work duties were finished, I grabbed some plastic bags, lined my car seat with them, and drove to a secluded place to start cleaning up. I don't know if it was the knowledge that I was already messy, but on the drive, I wet myself once more. I was so far past caring that I just relaxed into it, enjoying the feeling of it pooling into my thighs. Once I arrived, I hurriedly cleaned up with a spare towel in the car (I go to the gym and always have at least two towels in the car, one for sweat and one to use after I shower) and a large bottle of water. Wrapping the other towel around my now naked waist, I bagged up my pants, put them in the car and drove back home where I jumped in the shower and thoroughly cleaned myself, after convincing my roomies that I managed to spill something over myself at work. All I can say is I'm glad this happened after my assistant left, and that my car seems to be brilliantly stocked for exactly this kind of thing.
  14. (Okay, I know this is late, but I just couldn't help but post this, anyway. :D ) Amber, an astonishingly skinny 16-year-old girl, was going trick-or-treating with some of her friends in the middle of the night. She was dressed as a nurse. Her friend Hanna was dressed as a witch. Serina wore an outfit that was very familiar to gamers-- a Princess Peach cosplay outfit. Anais, however, was seen dressed as a policewoman (which actually looked very realistic). The four friends were going door-to-door trick-or-treating when suddenly (and strangely) each of them felt the need to find a restroom. Serina made sure to wear a diaper, so she didn't care much about having an accident. Anais immediately pulled down her pants and sprayed into the street. At that very moment, Amber noticed a group of guys approaching. "Anne, stop that!" she whispered. "There are guys coming!" "So?" Anais responded. "So? Anne, there are--" "Relax, I got it covered," Serina said as she stood in front of Anais to block the view of the stream, only to get something warm sprayed onto her leg. The group of guys didn't seem to be paying much attention, anyway, so she pretty much got peed on for nothing. But Amber quickly noticed a slender young male passing by. He was dressed in what Serina could identify as Snake from Metal Gear Solid. On his back, he carried a backpack, a bottle of Powerade, and what looked to be a sniper rifle (though it was very obvious to be just a paintball gun). He was passing by looking at his phone as it rang in his pocket. Then, all of a sudden, Amber began to have a feeling that he saw Anais take off her pants and start peeing. Though it was obvious that he was just passing by and minding his own business, Amber couldn't help but snap at him. "STOP LOOKING OVER HERE, YOU PERVERT!!!" Immediately, the young man stopped to stare at the young lady that yelled at him. "Give me one second," he said on the phone. "I'll call ya back." After hanging up the phone, he reached for his paintball rifle and aimed it directly at Amber's face. Hanna and the others wanted to get her back, but each of them knew that she was obviously trying to accuse him. That, and they were to afraid to get paint all over their outfits. They each put their palms to their faces as Amber took a red paintball to the forehead and shrieked from the pain. Hanna actually saw it coming, as she knew that the guy couldn't see Anais's body from a range in pitch-black darkness, even if he did use the scope. On the bright side, Amber looked a lot scarier, now. Having her face completely ruined, Amber placed her hands over her eyes and began to sob. The young man almost wanted to fire a whole clip onto her, but he thought she has had enough. He put away his rifle and walked away, slightly expecting some white knight to ambush him. "Should we...keep going?" Hanna asked. "I dunno about you guys," Serina said, despite having her outfit drenched in pee, "but I'm gonna keep going." Serina began to take off. Hanna and Anais followed behind her. It took a while for Amber to finally decide whether to follow or not. But shortly after, Hanna and Amber both felt some pressure go into their bowels. "Why now, of all times?" Amber whispered to herself as she desperately tried to hold in her load. At that same time, she could feel something trying to come out of her bladder. Now she has two things to try to hold in. "This day just can't get any worse..." Hanna, on the other hand, remained quiet about her desperation. She knew how to hold onto her load without showing that she's desperate to go. She fortunately stumbled upon a large Jack-o'-lantern near a small house in the middle of the woods. The group decided to go there as their last stop before going home. As they approached the house, she quietly slipped away from the group and approached the giant pumpkin. She checked to see if the lid could come off by pulling on it, but she could tell it was a real carved one by smelling it. At that time, she could feel her bowels about to explode. She knew it wouldn't be long before she ends up making a mess in her panties. "I'm so sorry, big guy," Hanna whispered to the gourd as she took off the lid and pulled down her panties. "I'm sorry you have to be a victim of this." Hanna lifted her dress and sat on the gourd, slightly weakening the flame inside it. She sighed as she pushed out a big brown stream into the gourd, fully putting out the flame. She farted a lot as she tried her hardest to fully empty the load that she has actually held on to for a day. She then got up to wipe her butt with some tissue that she kept in case her nose started to run. She then got up to release a golden stream onto a bush that was somehow covered in non-Halloween lights. The stream came out in a less sprinkly jet than Anais's did. She wiped her privates with another piece of tissue before pulling up her panties and reuniting with the group, who was ironically looking for her. "Where've you been, Hanna?" Serina asked. Hanna kept quiet as she followed Anais to the door. Amber, however, was still trying to find a bathroom to relieve herself in. She tried desperately to hold in her loads, hoping that she would make it home in time. When Hanna rang the doorbell, she began to notice Amber's desperation. She wanted to ask the person living in the house if she could use their toilet, but it turned out that no one was home. Immediately, Anais and Serina headed home. Of course, Serina had thoughts of playing video games before going to bed. Anais, on the other hand, became tired and went straight to bed. Hanna followed Amber to her house, because she was too scared to go home by herself (and she was concerned about her desperation). Amber could feel her bladder and bowels reaching their breaking points. She walked as slowly and carefully as she could, hoping not to have a major accident. But Hanna knew for a fact that it was inevitable. Finally making it to her house, Amber reached into her pocket for her keys. Right after unlocking the door, however, Hanna could hear a very loud and wet fart escape Amber's butt as she quickly held her stomach and arched forward. She pulled up her dress and saw a huge lump in her panties, which were suddenly colored brown. The lump slowly increased in size as Hanna could also notice a wet spot forming in the front and a massive yellow stream pouring out of it and dripping down her legs. After it was all over, she took her to the bathroom to clean her up. "Why?" Amber said, sobbing heavily. "Why me? Why me of all people?!" Hanna took off Amber's panties and sat her on the toilet, hoping that she would release everything else in her bowels. She then gave her a hug, hoping that she would eventually feel better. After they had cleaned up, they went to Amber's room to go to sleep. A few hours later, Hanna woke up to notice that the bed was wet, along with Amber's pajamas. Some of it had got onto her bare legs as they were right between Amber's. Meanwhile, a slender young man (yes, the same one from before) was coming home to put away the Jack-o'-lanterns, only to be disgusted by the smell of one of them when he took off the lid. It didn't take him long to find out someone took a dump in it.
  15. Hi everyone. This will be my first attempt at writing fiction, so go easy on me . Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and any relationship to reality is purely coincidence. WARNING : Contains MESSING, albeit relatively tame ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Preethi, a college student in Mysore, was waiting expectantly for the bell to ring, as it blared,she got up, relieved. Preethi had just finished her second last class of the day, and she was exhausted. She stepped out of the class with her friend Lakshmi to head to the washroom to freshen up. Half way there however, the bell blared, and Preethi had to stop, dejectedly, and turn back to class. The outfit, as I may have mentioned before, for girls in Indian colleges is: Not having washed her face, Preethi's exhaustion got the better of her and she began to doze off, sleeping for the better half of the class. She woke up just under 5 minuted before the end of the lesson, and tried her best to look attentive despite the drooping of her eyelids. Finally, after a seeming eternity, the bell rang, and Preethi got up and went to talk to Lakshmi. They talked for about 10 minutes or so, then said goodbye and turned to leave. To their surprise, they saw their classmates flocking back into the class, followed by a stern English professor. Upon asking one of her classmates as to what was happening, Preethi got the answer that owing to this class's bad grades in English,the teacher had taken an extra hour of classes. Now, apart from feeling bored, Preethi began to feel a twinge in her abdomen, a slight contraction of the bladder muscles; nothing serious but rather uncomfortable nonetheless. About 30 minutes into the class however, the need intensified considerably. Legs tightly pressed together, Preethi tried to remember the last time that she had gone to the bathroom. She couldn't. After substantial effort, she remembered stopping by the toilets on her way to classes in the morning, a flask of water and two buttermilks ago. She squirmed silently in her seat and when the bell rang, she got up and went over to Lakshmi. Lakshmi was a year or so younger to Preethi, and was a fair bit chubbier, but still undeniably good looking. She wore a saree (another accepted form of clothing) and would look a lot like : Preethi approached Lakshmi, but before she could say anything to inform Lakshmi of her plight, Lakshmi said, "Sorry, but I've really got to visit the toilets, I've been waiting since lunch", she said with a nervous giggle softly. Preethi just nodded her head and tagged along behind the almost jogging Lakshmi in front of her. They walked to the other side of the large block and climbed up to the top floor where the toilets were, only to see that the Ladies toilet was locked firmly with a large iron bolt. Lakshmi almost doubled over, but regained her composure quickly. Looking around, she saw the men's bathroom door, wide open, just next to the locked Ladies stall. "Wait here," Lakshmi said, and, feet shuffling in her place, gave her handbag to Preethi, and dashed inside of the Men's toilet. Preethi was sorely tempted to do the same, the pain in her abdomen growing ever more prominent. About 20 seconds later, she was about to go in, when Lakshmi came out, a look of relief lighting up her face. "My God, it stinks in there, and don't even get me started on the cleanliness, ugh!!", said Lakshmi. Preethi was in two minds as to whether or not to tell Lakshmi that she too had to relieve herself. It would be embarrassing, but, would alleviate her bladder's aching. She turned to Lakshmi and said, "Hey..", but trailed off abruptly, as she saw Krishna, the hottest guy in her class, stroll into the men's washroom. "What", Lakshmi asked, turning around. "Oh, nothing.", said Preethi, already starting to walk away. She exited with Lakshmi, strolling out of the block and towards the bus stop to catch the ride home. After 15 minutes of walking, they arrived at the bus station. As they were walking in, Lakshmi's bus was slowly leaving the station. Lakshmi shouted a goodbye to Preethi, and chased the slowly accelerating bus, hopping in gracefully. Preethi was relieved and almost sprinted off to find a bathroom. She tapped the woman standing next to her and whispered, "Alli ṭāyleṭ āgide ( Where is a toilet)?" The lady grinned knowingly, and gestured to a large white wall that seemed to cordon off a certain area,with a small gap in the side allowing one to get through. Preethi, nodded her head gratefully, and dashed off to the wall, ducking through the small gap and came face to face with this: Preethi's bladder shouted for relief, but this was too much she thought to herself, telling herself that she'd be able to wait till she made it back home. She stepped out of the enclosure just as a G6 (her bus), was departing. She sprinted after it without a second thought an jumped inside, bought a ticket, and stood, surrounded by a thronging sweaty horde of tired women. Jump to half an hour later, and Preethi's bladder was in agony. Shuffling her feet and constantly changing her position was necessary for Preethi to maintain control over her rebelling bladder. From time to time, when nobody was looking, she even bent over and pressed her fist into her crotch. She was only now realizing the gravity of her mistake, there was no way she could wait for another 10 minutes, much less half an hour! As she stood there, thinking about her situation, the bus lurched and went over a speed bump. Preethi swung forward and instantly felt a short but pressurized squirt of liquid dampen her dark green underwear. She gasped softly out loud, causing a few of the women nearby to turn and look at her. She snuck her hand down to her crotch, gently touching the hem of her Salwa to see if the damage was visible. While nothing was visible on her legs, there was a large damp patch directly in between Preethi's legs. The bus lurched again and Preethi felt the dampness grow. At this point there was only one thought in her mind, "I need to get off this bus NOW!!!" The bus pulled in at the next stop and Preethi leapt off, dashing madly towards anything that even vaguely resembled a washroom. She dashed inside the ladies section only to see a line of four stalls with padlocks bolting them shut, and one stall, with two women already fidgeting outside. The layout would look something like this: Attempting to maintain her composure, she walked over to the women and stood behind them in line. The woman in front of her wore a saree and looked as if she had come from the nearby village. Her clothing style, coupled with her jewelry and the color of her skin seemed to say as much, although she was quite young, 19 at the oldest. It was probably a result of her being from a village, that she didn't appear to be fidgeting or worried at all. The woman at the front of the line however, wore jeans, and looked a lot like: This lady was fidgeting a lot and looked extremely worried. Preethi tapped the lady in front of her and gesturing to the position in front of her,asked if she could cut in line. She was met with a curt nod and a head bob by the cute village girl who looked a lot like: . Preethi eagerly cut in the queue and stood behind the lady in front; putting all of her effort into not soaking her kurti. Preethi tapped the shoulder of the woman in front of her and gave a courteous smile. The lady in front said calmly, (despite the beads of sweat running down her cheek) "What's your name?", in English, albeit quite accentuated. "Preethi", she replied, struggling to control, "And you?" "Aa ... Aankita", she said, stammering midway. Preethi suddenly doubled over, folding in on her already tightly crossed legs, as another squirt of pee shot out from between her legs and streamed down her left leg, leaving a visible trail on the fabric as it went. Aankita obviously noticed this, as Preethi noticed Aankita looking at her legs before looking back quickly. Aankita quickly banged on the stall door and shouted, "Karisma, hurry up!! There's three of us out here and we all really have to.." Aankita's voice was cut off by a loud fart from inside the stall followed by a timid voice, "Sorry Aankita, but I think.....", a loud splat reached our ears," I think I'll be a while...". "We don't HAVE a while!!!", Aankita shouted, banging on the door. Suddenly she keeled over slightly, clutching her stomach. "Uh, Aankita; are you okay", Preethi asked, though she knew the answer. "Not really", said Aankita, her voice strained. "My roommate Karisma and I, we .... well we had some bad food in the PG for lunch. By the time we noticed, we saw that the restrooms had been closed for maintenance,a busted pipe or something...", Aankita moaned slightly and bent over,"...They told us it'd be done in forty minutes and so we thought we'd wait. By the time we realized we couldn't, it was late. We asked the heads of the PG where the nearest bathroom was and they directed us here, it's about a ten minute walk from our PG. I've made it till now but Karisma", she lowered her voice," She actually had kind of an accident on the way here. We stopped to ask a cop for directions and well..... it must have been having to stand still, but whatever it was, it didn't fare well for her." "Oh..", Preethi said, unsure of what else to do, "I'm sorry.....", her voice trailed off. "It's okay", Aankita continued in her strained voice, "What about you though, are you fine??" "N..Not entirely..", Preethi stuttered, "I just really have to pee though.." "Ah", said Aankita, looking at the trickle on Preethi's leg, "I can tell", she said with a half smile. Suddenly, with no prior warning, the smile dissipated and a worried look covered Aankita's face. She clutched her stomach tighter as another wave of desperation hit. Bent over, she slammed her fist into the cubicle door twice with such strength Preethi jumped back in alarm. "KARISMA!!!", Aankita shouted,"Open the door right now! Just take a pause, and hold it for half a minute, it's an emergency out here! I ca..can't.....", a loud wet fart crackled and Aankita's hand shot to her but, patting it, as if searching for signs of damage. "Karisma please", she lowered her voice,"Come out right now, it..it's coming.." Preethi, despite her shuffling legs and her hand, which had been buried deep in her crotch for the last 5 minutes, couldn't hold off the tide forever. She fought her bladder for control but couldn't win completely. Another small spurt of piss escaped from between her dark pressed legs, soaking the fabric of her dark green panties. A soft sob cut through the air as Preethi nearly began to cry. She had never wet herself before, to the best of her recollection, and she most certainly didn't intend to start now. She pulled her hand out from between her thighs for just a second, and inspected her palm. It was wet, very wet. Droplets of urine trickled off of it onto the tiled floor below. Aankita banged on the bathroom door once more, hand now tightly clasping her ass, and shouted, "Hurry up!! What's taking you so long??!!" A timid and embarrassed voice came from Karisma inside the stall, " Well, i..it's kind of a m..mess in here", her voice quivered. Aankita was not to be swayed, she banged relentlessly on the door, tears forming in her eyes and shouted tearfully, "Please Karisma... Please!!!...." she yelled, on the verge of crying. At that moment the stall door opened and Karisma stepped out. The smell was incredulously strong, and even the lady from the village gave a gentle cough. In stark contrast to Aankita, Karisma was clothed very traditionally, and stepped out of the bathroom looking just like this: A split second before Karisma opened the door, another gush escaped from Preethi, much larger than any so far. She frantically managed to stem it's flow, if only for a moment, by bending over and placing both hands firmly between her legs, but it was to no avail. Another spurt came, and another spurt directly after that. Preethi was seconds away from full out wetting her Salwa Kameez. The moment the door opened, Aankita dashed inside, followed by a sobbing Preethi, leaving a trail of piss droplets behind her. Aankita's own need far too urgent to care about anything else, saw Preethi enter the one toilet stall and just glanced away, frantically unbuckling the belt on her skin tight jeans. Preethi took this as a sign that no objection was present from Aankita's side to sharing a stall. Preethi frantically lifted up her Salwa, and began to untie her Kameez, even as pressurized spurts of piss shot out from her tight brown lips, streaming steadily down her kurti legs. "Karisma really wasn't lying though", Preethi said gasping, trying to untie the knot, to Aankita, trying to take off her belt, "This stall is really a mess...". Preethi's eyes wandered furtively around the stall, and the toilet in particular: "I wonder how bad that food was....." Preethi mused out loud, just as Aankita got her belt off and began to frantically yank her pants down over the firm curvature of her shapely ass . A split second later, a deafening continuous splat filled the air as Aankita literally exploded, unable to control her sphincter any longer. A large amount missed the toilet bowl, but Aankita deftly re positioned herself to a neat squat above the hole in the ground. Within two seconds of Aankita removing her belt, Preethi managed to untie her kurti. As there was just enough room on the toilet for one of them, Preethi, without a second thought, yanked down her wet kurti along with her saturated panties, and, exposing her damp privates to the chilly winter air, squatted right where she was, right opposite Aankita, and stopped fighting her bladder. The moment that Preethi's panties were at her thighs, the dam broke. No more spurts and leaks, this was a full out flood. Preethi squatted on the floor embarrassed, unable to do anything as she drowned the floor in her piss, even getting some on Aankita's shoes. Aankita's face was also red and hung as she looked down at the ground in front of her and continued to violently evacuate her bowels. The door shook and both heard Karisma shout: "Hurry up, please... I told you I wasn't done, I really can't wait, GET OUT NOW!!" Aankita shouted, "Wait one minute", and all was quiet except for the hiss of urine on tiles and Aankita's splatter on porcelain. 10 seconds later, and both were still performing their duties. Preethi's eyes moved slightly upwards, to the soiled panties stretched between Aankita's knees, pure white with a noticeably large brown smudge. Preethi felt a warmness growing in her extremities, and it wasn't just the pee. Within a minute, Preethi had finished peeing and Aankita was almost done <or so she said>. Preethi stood up, and pulled her wet and clammy panties up, tightly over her crotch. Not wanting to expose the squatting Aankita to a stranger, lest they be waiting outside the door, Preethi turned her back and waited for Aankita to finish. Within a minute, the tell tale sound of water hitting porcelain informed Preethi that Aankita's need had been satisfied. Aankita stood up, and removed her jeans entirely, taking off her soiled panties and leaving them in an undignified heap in the corner of the stall. She then put her jeans back on and tapped Preethi on the shoulder and gently whispered, "You can turn around now.." Preethi hesitantly turned around, but upon seeing Aankita fully clothed, she relaxed. Aankita moved in close to Preethi and seductively whispered into her ear, "I saw you watching me, give me a call sometime and I'll give you something worth watching...." Aankita's hand made its way up the inside of Preethi's inner thigh and grasped her pussy, squeezing it gently, as Preethi let out a sharp moan. Having never been exposed to such sexual excitement before, Preethi was on the verge of coming, every cell in her body was begging for it, every particle craving for release as she grasped Aankita's denim-clad ass. Aankita squeezed more, harder and harder; Preethi's eyes rolled back in her head in anticipation of climax, when a loud banging on the door interrupted them. "OY!! It's Karisma, open the door now, da!! I really can't wait anymore!!". Aankita pulled back, looked Preethi in the eyes playfully, tapped her crotch once and opened the stall door, and was almost knocked down by a charging Karisma barging in, the hem of he saree being dampened by the residual piss on the floor. Aankita and Preethi were awkwardly pushed out of the stall as the door was hastily slammed and latched behind them. Aankita handed a torn sheet of paper with her phone number to Preethi and whispered, "Call me..." Karisma's splatter echoed in the hollow bathroom and both giggled slightly before going their separate ways. Preethi arrived home within an hour, and, after an unbelievably embarrassing conversation with her mother as to why her pants were wet and she was late, she made her way to her room. She entered the room, slammed the door behind her, and already taking off her Salwa, rushed towards the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, naked. She spread her legs, once more exposing the dampness between her thighs to the chilly winter air, but this time, she had her fingers to warm it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks a lot everyone! Hope you enjoyed the story. To all the fans of Indian desperation out there, if you want a sequel or new stories, don't hesitate to ask, message me. Also, if you actually had the patience to read through the whole thing, here's a hot Indian desperation video http://95.211.228.117/watch/231036419_167311108 Have a good time!! Please comment
  16. I'm making a 3d omorashi fighting game; I was wondering if there are people who would want to voice some of the characters for the game. One or two of the characters would speak japanese, another two would speak spanish or portuguese, and the rest would speak english (and several of the characters may put on different accents). I'll put up a list of characters soon and some additional info and lines. I guess some of you already know about Sephiora and Jehanne from The Dawnbringer's Misadventures are in the game too. I was also wondering if there are anyone one who can do the voice as an announcement. Here's the sample line for the announcement speaker, for anyone willing to try out. Announcement Speaker Round 1 Fight Announcement Speaker Knock Out
  17. https://omorashi.org/story/345-messing-contest/ I'm working on these series of stories, use this thread to make suggestions for future contest mashups!
  18. All right. This is a story I promised Livinginfinite a long, long time ago. I hope it is worth the wait. I feel it lacks a certain polish, and I really would love feedback! Without further ado Escaping the Endar Spire The Endar Spire was a pure majesty of durasteel and the finest Republic Engineering. A venerable cruiser, just a grade below the flagships of her era. A Republic Officer would slave for years, serve with the highest distinguish during the Mandalorian Wars, and still be passed up for the post of helming this glorious vessel. Yes that honor would fall to her, Bastila Shan. She was the current and first Captain of the Endar Spire, and she was a Jedi Knight. Not only that, but she was young, so very young. In other cultures, far removed from the timeless and honorable halls of the Jedi Enclave on Dantoonie, Bastila would have been considered a flower in full bloom. Sheltered as she was, she had at least learned that she was what most men would consider beautiful. The farmers who shared their planet with the esteemed Jedi Order were certainly peaceful, but they made their thoughts known, especially in concerns to her growing physicality. At this point, she was the youngest Captain of a cruiser in the current Republic Armada, perhaps in the entire history of the Republic Armada. It was fitting. Finally, both the Jedi and Republic were required to acknowledge her expertise and skills. Her battle meditation, for so long it had proven essential to Republic survival, both during the Mandalorian Wars and during this current resurgence of the Sith Menance. Also, the Jedi could not ignore her special placement in the situation at hand. It was her who led the strike team that removed the Dark Lord from his throne, it was only fitting that she led the next steps of the process. For too long the young Jedi had been cast aside, seen, not heard. Paraded as the savior of the Republic, yet never was her opinion or expertise asked for. She was whisked from battle to battle, carnage and destruction abounding. She would play hero, rallying the troops, the ships, turning stalemates into rousing defeats and any rout into a successful retreat worthy of the Republic Academy. Yet consistently, she was ignored, she was silenced, she was told to meditate on the force and its will. These people would not be alive without her, yet they had the audacity to claim otherwise. Bastila Shan attempted to banish such prideful thoughts from her mind. Her masters, though not as gifted by the force as her, had certainly known the nature of the mystical power that surrounded them. She had trusted in their wisdom for this long. Finally, it was paying off. She was naked under the covers her bed within the Captain's suite, a large holowindow along the star port side giving her a view of the planet below. Taris. Sith Occupied, her cruiser sadly had to pass close to planet on its current route. The nature of civil war, when once friendly territory could be of the enemy, simply could not serve as deterent. Time was of the essence, and her "cargo" must be delivered. The sheets were soft, much softer than the Spartan accommodations that she had gotten used to both in the enclave and on the war trail. The Republic treated its officer's kindly, and her equivalent rank with them allowed her fine, cool sheets, downy comforters, and a mattress that cradled her pale curves, like a mother holding their swaddled infant. There was no rising or setting sun, but her very attunement with the world around her let her know the shifts were changing. For the ship, the night was ending and morning began. The young Jedi say up, her brown hair tumbling down, raining on her shoulders. The blankets slid low, revealing her supple breasts as she clustered to sit. She closed her sleepy eyes, and focused. At first, she could simply feel the hum of the machinery around her. But soon it expanded. She could feel the crew moving, tired men and women returning to their bunks, their equally tired bunkmates rousing themselves for their own shifts. Further out, she could feel the vast emptiness of space, spanned by the force itself, bridging down to the screaming bustle of the planet below. So much life, so much clutter, she could feel them buzzing. She could feel her stomach rumble and twist, a pressure descending down. Gingerly, she reached down below the comforter, feeling her stomach. The comforts of this ship did indeed come with a downside, the food. Republic standard, even for officers, was a nightmare. Her stomach had binded shortly after the ship picked her up. Groaning slightly, she gingerly rubbed her lower abdomen, feeling the waiting mass within. It had been nearly three days since she had relieved herself, and no matter how she tried, the pressure would remain, the urge would grow, only to subside at the moment of release, teasing her with an end to pressure and discomfort. Naked and disheveled, Bastila kicked off the covers and moved to her suite's refresher unit. Through sleep blurred eyes, the Jedi shuffled into the small chamber, her eyes settling greedily on the refresher unit. She had spent an hour on that accursed thing with little more than gas as her reward. She was not going to waste that time yet this morning. Instead, she entered her cleansing unit, turning the knobs and allowing the cleansing sonic amplifiers to clean her. Warm vibrations radiated over her as she stood, letting a day's accumulation of grime, dead skin, and other undesirables drop off of her. Bastila turned under the current, the warmth washing over her breasts and descending lower. When the current reached her lower abdomen, the Jedi had to stifle a groan. The sonic vibrations tickled at the flesh of her stomach, radiating warmth. Yet the energy flowed deeper, assaulting her very full bowels underneath layers of skins. She nearly doubled over then, gasping as she felt something she had desired for days now, the sudden dilation of her anus. Finally, it was going to come out, she could relieve her burden. Clenching her cheeks, willing herself to hold on, the Jedi turned off her cleansing unit and began to waddle over to her refresher. In that moment, an explosion rocked the helm of her ship. Echoing off, metal screeched and lights flickered. A follow-up volley came quickly on the first's heel. The sounds of war. Her body knew them well. With a pitiful gasp, her body tensed, the sinking feeling of her wastes finally bursting free receded back up into that dull pressure that had become her constant companion. Relief would have to wait, her ship needed its Captain. It did not take long for her to done her simple robes. The bronzes cloth framed her pale complexion and brown hair well. The belt though was tied tenuously at best, the pressure of it adding to her already uncomfortable burden. Doing her best to cast her need aside, the Jedi Knight holstered her blade unto her belt as a third explosion rocked her ship. This time, the very vessel shook. Their shields were down, and the Endar Spire was open to full punishment. Cursing, the Jedi moved as quickly as her state allowed, the constant pressure in her lower bowels flaring at the sudden movements and jarring, erratic shaking of the Endar Spire. She never made it to the bridge. A warning claxon was already sounding. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation! Such a poor choice in words for the desperate Jedi. Her one desire, and she would finally get to heed it, just not in the way she truly needed. Troops were spilling out into the halls of the ship, sappers and engineers went to work putting out fires and sealing off doors as the enemy, the Sith latched on to their pray. She should have never been so foolish, she should have never flown this close to Taris. But now was not the time for hindsight. In hindsight, she would have brought her own personal chef from the enclave, or even her own supply of food, anything that would have restored regularity. Even in the heat of battle, Bastila Shan could only think of the gnawing weight in her bowels. Second to that thought was the thought of her place in this battle. She could hear fighting on the outside halls of the ship, where the Sith had breached. Focusing even for a moment, she could feel the presence of the dark side, a corrupting cloud that would have made her stomach roll, even in a normal state. No. Battle meditation would serve no purpose here. This battle was already lost. Run, running was their only option. As captain, Bastila Shan was rather close to evacuation point. Two Jedi had awoken to accompany her, but such a detail proved unnecessary. For now, the defenses of the Endar Spire were holding and the Jedi were able to descend to the escape pods unmolest. "Secure the ship, push back the Sith and by time. Only then should you rendezvous with me below" Bastila said, the young Jedi attempted to project an air of confidence and command to the two jedi, both older, more senior members of the order. Stalwart and stoic she stood as the sounds of battle descended around them. Ever so subtly, her stomach groaned and rolled, her hips swaying slightly, cheeks clenched to maintain the burden within her. Her first step upon landing would not be to set up a rendezvous point, it would be to find a place to relieve herself, even if, she shudder, it was some side alley by her crash site. With a stiff nod, the young Jedi Knight descended into the pod, sealing the door behind her. Her steps were rigid and sharp, one after another, methodical, as if not to disturb her tenuous hold. She went to seat herself in the pod, being slightly thankful that such a position would help her hold it. Out of the corner of her eye, an explosion of light and movement rattled. Quickly, her compatriots ignited their blades, blue and green lightsabers springing to life. One of them moved quickly, slamming the pod ejection button just as a flash of scarlet red blade descended upon them. Bastila never got the chance to secure the safety buckle over bubbling stomach. The engines of the cramped pod roared to life, propelling the small craft away from the hull of the Endar Spire. Bastila was thrown into the side of the pod, the small craft vibrating and shaking from the explosions of battle around it. Round and round the Jedi was tossed, like a wamp rat in a sandstorm she rolled. Her lightsaber came loose, rocketing around the chamber with her as she began to enter the atmosphere. Fast. She was moving much too fast. The tiny pod was roaring, deafening her with the sound of battle. Suddenly, she was back in that moment. Her attack on Revan's flagship, her first time in real combat. Fear bit at the back of her throat like bile. Back then, she had her friends, her team to lean on. In this tiny pod, the Jedi was truly alone, save for her fear. Warm liquid began to flood into her robes as she spiraled down and down, burning through the atmosphere of Telos. She was going to crash, become a forgotten crater in this stinking city of planet. The wetness of her urine began to flow unbidden as the fearful thoughts continued. The Endar Spire burning, her compatriots slain by that ominous red blade she saw flash. Sodden and smelling of piss, Bastila Shan continued to tumble, trying to find some hold. Her hands flew around the small pod as she tumbled in her own piss. Thankfully, her hands caught on to the seat she had initially started her journey on. She held tight, on her knees, desperately clinging to that seat. Dazed, she looked up, only to see the cityscape below her rising up to meet her at an amazing pace. Her eyes bugged out, bile rising in her throat as her anus puckered. On the ground of escape pod, kneeling in a puddle of her own piss, the great Bastila Shan finally found the relief that had eluded her for 4 days. In fearful shock, she slammed her eyes shut, murmuring in uncontrollable fright as her shapely cheeks parted. She did not even notices as her waste began to flow, pushing out into the confines of her small clothes, stretching them taut as a solid log of of poop tented out the fabric of her delicate underclothes. The hard rope did not stain, rather it simply pushed the fabric away from her rear before meeting the resistance of her robes. With nowhere else to go, her solid load held her quivering hole open, eliciting a groan before the softer mess within her spewed out around her solid load, filling the confines between her panties and cheeks, smearing and covering every available space. Over the din and ruckus of orbital entry, the cackling and bubbling sounds of the noble Jedi Knight fearfully filling her robes could be heard. Finally, as her pod neared the surface, Bastila Shan, cowering in fear, finally found relief. Underneath her sodden robes, her small clothes strained, the white fabric staining brown, bulging out with the various bumps of her load. Not a space of fabric was spared from her indignity. She finally opened her eyes, fearful instinct having run its course as her pod collided with the surface below. Her body flew forward, head knocking into the seat as everything exploded in pain, and then went dark. Later, when the pod came to a rest, the disoriented Jedi awoke to the sound of pod's seal being broken. Fresh air rushed in, disturbing the tepid, shit coated smell that had settled around her. A gag of disgust rung out into her ears "Aggg! They must be dead" was all she heard as her head pounded, and the sensation of wetness and a squashed load of shit piled on her backside tugged vaguely at her consciousness. They had found her. She turned as whoever it was entered, and her lightsaber was nowhere in sight.
  19. Hello all, I am really hoping that somebody can help me translate what a Japanese girl is typing on her computer in this video. In the video she is standing in khaki pants, bends over a few times in front of the camera, then she goes over to her computer and types something. She then brings the camera over to the computer to show what she wrote. She then puts the camera back where it was and proceeds to poop her pants on purpose. Once she finishes filling her pants she then takes the camera back to the computer and types something else. I am absolutely dying to know what she wrote on both occasions. I have been trying to figure this out for years and I think that this would possibly be the right place to get help. Thanks in advance! http://vk.com/video208081073_168503975
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