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  1. Eva Hausmann, 49, is a mother of three boys, the eldest son being 24, the youngest 16 and an architect by profession. Her eldest son had been living in New York City for a few months while interning with the United Nations. Eva had never been to New York and as she hadn't seen her eldest boy in a while, it was time for her to go and visit. As her husband had to stay back in Germany for work, Eva Hausmann flew across the pond on her own and arrived at New York's JFK airport on a Friday around noon. Unfortunately, it turned out that her suitcase had not made across the Atlantic with her, which might be due to the fact that she had to change planes at a chaotic London Heathrow Airport. She was not happy, but there was nothing she could change and the flight carrier promised to deliver her suitcase tomorrow evening by the latest. When her Uber finally stopped in front of her son's East Village flat her mood lightened up as she was happily greeted by her son. She wanted to book a hotel initially, but her son assured her that she could stay at his flat as his two male flatmates were also okay with her staying for the week. She did not mind saving the money for the hotel and did not need more than a sofa to sleep on. In the evening the two flatmates came back from work and they all decided to cook some Mac'n'Cheese and make some salad together. Eva was not the only woman though as Chris' (one of the flatmates) girlfriend also came by. Everybody was interested to meet Mark's mum and Eva enjoyed the company although she could not converse as much as she wanted to since she was not as fluent in English as everybody else. The only thing that was bothering her was her stomach. She would never admit it to anybody, but flights (especially long-haul) usually led to her having some digestive issues, mostly flatulence. This time was no different as her stomach had been rumbling and gurgling a little all day already. Eva contemplated about not eating any of the greasy Mac'n'Cheese, but then decided that it probably would not make much of a difference anyway. However, as soon as they had finished eating, her stomach felt really full and bloated. She felt like she needed to let out some hot and stinky air somewhere, but of course she could not do that in front of her son and his friends, especially not in their tiny East Village living room. Further, even the bathroom was a "little problem" as led directly from the living room and was only separated by a very thin door with a gap of a few centimetres below. When one of the flatmates went to the toilet, and later also the girlfriend, Eva could hear everything that happened behind the bathroom door, from the pee stream, tearing off some toilet paper to the flush and them washing their hands. The 49-year-old really felt like she had to fart bad, but decided that she could not let out any farts behind this thin bathroom door in order not to embarass herself or even her son in front of his friends. Her son then decided to still show her the beauty of New York City by night and she should decide where she wanted to go. Eva chose the Brooklyn Bridge as this construction had always fascinated her as an architect. When they got up and cleared the table, the German mum really felt her bloated stomach bothering her as she was wearing some rather tight blue jeans without having the option to change into something else due to her suitcase missing. Her son plus Jeff (the other flatmate) wanted to come along to the Brooklyn Bridge while Chris and his girlfriend decided to stay in and go to bed early. Eva Hausmann also felt the need to pee, so she had no choice but to use the bathroom before they left. Of course, right at this moment, everybody was kind of gathering in front of the bathroom door talking and cleaning up the kitchen. The german woman was certain that she would not be able to pee without accidentally letting out a massive fart that might be heard even two houses down the road considering how bloated her stomach felt. She therefore had to find a way to let it happen as quietly as possible. She thought about spreading her ass cheeks with her hand through her jeans, but feared that some pee might escape when she tried to fart and that she would then pee her pants a little. Spreading her ass cheeks with her hand on the toilet would still bear the risk of a loud, maybe very loud fart escaping her behind. Weighing her options, Eve decided to pull down her jeans and panties, tear off some toilet paper and as soon as she sat on the toilet, she pressed a wad of toilet paper right against her butthole in order not to make a sound. She then started peeing and her tactic worked until some larger puff of air escaped her behind with a sound that could certainly be heard on the other side of the door if somebody was listening like she did earlier. She prayed, however, that everybody was busy with some other things and did not hear her. When she was finished, they left and made their way to the subway station to get to the Brooklyn Bridge. Eva's stomach still felt quite bloated, but luckily she could stealthily let out some quiet puffs of air as soon as they were outside. At least this helped a little and made her feel less full. The three of them then walked across the Brooklyn Bridge from the Manhattan side and as soon as Eva saw the famous bridge and the lit up skyline of New York City she was mesmerized and forgot about her stomach troubles for a few minutes. As it was a Friday evening in summer it was still really crowded on the bridge with lots of tourists just like the German. It was also still quite hot and Eva started sweating in her tight jeans and regretted not bringing any other clothes in her hand luggage. They took their time and took lots of photos as soon as other tourists allowed a good view. Not only on the bridge, but all the way to DUMBO where they sat down with many other tourists to admire the skyline of Manhattan. Just when they started their way back towards the bridge, Eva got reminded of her stomach again. However, it was not only her stomach being bloated, but she rather suddenly got the urgent feeling that she had to let out some more than hot air. As she had to get up unusually early to catch her flight from Munich to London and then on to JFK she did not poop in the morning like she usually does and also did not repeat it at the airport or certainly not on the plane. This means that she had not pooped in about two days which was not completely out of the ordinary, but the urge was not a surprise to her either. Thinking of the thin door at her son's flat she knew she would either have to find a place somewhere in public or even hold it until the next day. The urge to poop first subsided, but then it came back even stronger and even if she tried hard, Eva could not ignore it anymore. It happened right before walking on to the Bridge again and Eva thought that it might actually be a good idea to find a toilet before they were on the bridge. She then told the boys that she could "kinda do with a restroom somewhere" which led to some empty faces. Neither her son nor Jeff really knew where the closest public restrooms where. Jeff then remembered that there must be a bathroom close to a supermarket and restaurant right where they had walked. But that would mean that they would have to walk back for about 10 minutes and then walk all the way to the bridge again. Eva did not give the impression that she needed a toilet quickly and said "never mind, I can also wait until we are home", while Mark said that there should be public toilets somewhere on the Manhattan side of the bridge. Eva quietly hoped that the urge would subside again, but it did not really. Combined with her still bloated stomach she felt rather uncomfortable now. As they had seen the bridge already, they did not stop as much as before, but could also not walk that fast due to it still being rather crowded. Just when they were about halfway across the bridge, a rather strong cramp hit Eva and it took her a few seconds to act casual again. She now knew that she desperately needed to let out quite some amount of gas in order to relieve the pressure. However, she had to wait for the right moment. And the right moment in her opinion came when the two boys started laughing and walked towards a young man strolling across the bridge with his girlfriend. It turned out to be a good friend that they hadn't seen in quite some time and to whom they said hi. Eva, however, felt tired, sweaty and uncomfortable and was not in the mood to meet new people. She therefore stepped away from them a little to a spot where no other tourists were and pretended to look at the skyline. In reality though she concentrated hard on the right moment for some truck or police car to pass underneath so that it would be loud enough for her to fart freely. When she thought that it was loud enough, she pressed hard to let out as much as uncomfortable gas in her intestines as possible to relieve the pressure. However, before the female architect could feel any relief, she suddenly felt some hot and wet sensation around her butt and while she was still trying to press some gas out, she immediately knew that this was a very big mistake...although she did not want to believe it and was in shock for a few seconds. But there was no denying the fact that Eva Hausmann had just totally sharted her pants right on the Brooklyn Bridge in the center of New York City at the mature age of 49....
  2. The long way down I slowly sputtered awake cold and clammy, the back of my soft black shirt and pants were soaked through. Thankfully they were just the basic standard issue nightclothes nothing special. Someone had wet the bed again but who was a difficult fact to determine. Everyone in this dorm were all curled up in one massive bed with a plastic cover, all 40 were slowly moving as well also checking their wet backs and bottoms. When everyone sleeps together and a plastic sheet keeps the urine evenly distributed its hard to spot five or six bedwetters much less stop them and the random nightmares and people who didn’t care enough to go to the bathroom. Why everyone had to sleep together apparently had something to do with when it was founded, something about everyone sleeping together to conserve warmth. Fair enough since this academy is in the middle of Alaska and was founded sometime before electric heating. The sound of footsteps broke the quiet complaining of the girls, familiar footsteps even more so for Key. The Dorm supervisor was approaching and in a particularly bad mood “You are at an academy for hired killers and you can’t even keep yourselves from wetting the bed! Really? I don’t care if you’re nearly 18 and almost adults and I’ll have you all put in fucking diapers anyways if you keep this up!”She billowed as everyone scattered to start cleaning up. I climbed out of bed and went for my drawer, and said drawer was right behind the supervisor. If you couldn’t tell by her previous statement she wasn’t a nice person I don’t think she liked any of us but I think she hated me in particular. I gave a fake smile as I carefully sidled around and slowly opened my drawer hoping that madam supervisor didn’t notice the pile of shit loosely held in my panties.The supervisor looked at me with a weird smile and said “Have a good morning Key? Anything you’d like to say to me?” The way she said it immediately told me she knew. In the bathroom I stripped my clothes off and tossed them in the pile with everyone else’s before showering making sure that everyone else had already gotten out before I even entered. I finally worked up the willpower to drag myself out of the hot water and I stepped out and looked in the mirror, my long brown wavy hair was forever untamable and similarly brown eyes that I like to think complement my fair skin and slim but muscular physique and sadly my chest remained mostly flat dispite my waning hopes. I dressed herself in one of the standard uniforms, a white one piece jumpsuit that closely cradled my rear so much so that underwear was completely unnecessary that had a sleeveless top attached. I checked the clock on my way out, 10:32 AM lights out was less then two hours ago. strange that they were up so late but wake up times were always inconsistent. I my her way to the combat area for the night’s lessons,it was just some simple sparring so I sat down on the sidelines and let the first two go while the instructor Ms. Kenfuga drilled the two on trivia as they fought. Sitting next to me was a close friend Marion she was taller and broader then Me and had medium length black hair tied in a short ponytail. “Hey Key” Marion whispered to get my attention, I turned my head and leaned in to listen. “did you wet the bed last night?” I followed up with “Of course I did I’m surprised more didn’t considering we didn’t get bathroom breaks after dinner.” I stated somewhat spitefully “in fact I wasn’t even alseep when I wet I just pissed myself as soon as I crawled into bed so I wouldn’t have to worry about it” I lied through my teeth on that part “did you really? I probably should have as well considering...”Marion said with a bit of appreciation. “considering what?” I asked even though I probably already knew the answer. “Considering the fact I’ve been holding it for the past 18 hours” “...well as long as we aren’t paired up it shouldn’t be a problem ri-“ I didn’t even finish before Ms. Kenfuga who was probably listening called both of our names. Marion made an uncomfortable face as she stood and stepped onto the sparring mats, I flung at her in an attempt to end the match as quickly as possible, her hand snapped forward blocking my advances. As we traded blows Ms. Kenfuga drilled us with various trivia facts as she did with the others. “When was this school founded?” She demanded “1865”I shot out trading blows with Marion “Why?” “To create a surplus of-agh”I tried to say before a hit too my jaw stopped me, I circled around and continued answering the question “to create a surplus of skilled killers to prevent any other possible uprisings before they start” “And that lead too?” “The country buying Alaska in 1867 to build the academy” I finished before running low and sliding across the mats right to Marion’s legs where I knocked one upwards the other back sending her to the floor. “Good work key” Ms.kenfuga said as we both sat back down on the sidelines “thanks key” Marion whispered to me as two others stepped up to fight. “For what?” I responded “you held back and avoided hitting my gut, you even let me down slowly on that last move.” Marion exclaimed happy that she was going to able to make it too the bathroom anyways. I’m glad she noticed, I know personally how bad the instructors give it to you if you have an accident during training, once when I was thirteen they took away bathroom privileges completely and that was just for a small leak. Either way after a few more minutes Ms. Kenfuga motioned towards a door and we all stood, bowed, and left the sparring room into the open academy. One of the interesting parts of this place is the inconsistency, we have a bunch of different core classes but we don’t do all of them every day or in the same order even. So according to the sign 2nd today is....acrobatics, unfortunate for poor Marion’s bladder as she walked alongside me clearly holding it in. The acrobatics room was a large rectangular room with several ropes and obstacles over massive missing sections of the floor that connected to the septic system, soft landing but not a pleasant one. Either way today’s objective was just to cross the pit, I slowly circled and looked at the hanging ropes and trapeze like setup when I saw three girls leaning looking over the edge. I stepped up behind them and whispered “honor among assassins” before shoving the three of them down into the pit, they hit bottom with a plop sound and I just laughed. The pit’s layout today was strangely easy with a single rope that could swing all the way to the other side, I grabbed on and made the leap easily then tossed it to the other side for Marion. She grabbed on and swung but as she was about to reach the other side her legs clamped shut and she completely had herself wrapped around the rope her eyes shut and her legs locked together in an act of desperation, she wasn’t going to make it across alone. She still had a bit of momentum swinging back and forth not enough to grab the rope and pull her over but just enough. I leaped over the pit and grabbed Marion the momentum sending up swinging back then right as the arc swung the other way I waited for the very peak before jumping back and dragging both of us to the other side. Marion opened her eyes and slowly stood up her legs still locked tightly together. I looked and said “come on we should be getting a mealtime soon, then we can hit the restrooms” Marion nodded as she did a half walk half potty dance down the halls to the cafeteria. It was a large sparse dome shaped building with different places to serve yourself. You could get as much as you want but normally its just mediocre filling food, however something was different today. The place was filled with delicious smells and good looking foods, it wasn’t a holiday or anything so I had no idea why but I ran with it eating way more then my fill and drinking a soda for the first time in years, even Marion had plenty dispite the rest of her being already full. Looking around everyone was having a similar reactions but who cares? Good food for once! Marion and I were sitting at a table together watching as another person stood up for a 6th plateful or something like that bragging about a “hyper fast digestion” I guess it was pretty fast as she stood up and seamlessly shit her pants, the stretchy material conforming closely to the shape of it. She immediately grabbed the lump in her pants and ran off clearly having not expected it. “Speaking of that Marion why haven’t you gone to the bathroom yet?” I asked watching her thighs rub together, it was somewhat alluring to watch. “It was completely full up for some reason, way more the normal.” Marion responded her voice sounding off and slightly pained as well as distracted. “Well either way I’m sure they’ll clear up soon enough” the bathrooms did not clear up. I even started to feel desperate but it was manageable. The day’s next class was a lesson on blending in to urban environments, a small scale city was set up with people and all sorts of thing just like a real city. Everyone had a different objective from retrieving items to jailbreaking an ally. All we had to do was get through without breaking any laws or being discovered, sounds easy but when everyone is on the lookout for secret agents its a bit harder. My objective was to get inside a warehouse and retrieve a necklace from a box, Marion had a nearby objective to get some papers from the same warehouse. “Should be easy as pie eh Marion?” I asked. “As long as we get out...before my bladder...escapes this should be quick..” she was wincing with every few words and had her legs locked down too the knees. We donned some disguises from a large box of clothes, I got a nice skirt and a some light blue leggings also grabbing a small wristwatch while Marion was dressed in some tight shorts and a long top. and with that we entered the simulation city. People were walking all around, other agents or just pretend civilians swarmed through the streets and made it hard to move but Marion and I pushed onward and found the door to the warehouse, locked of course. I took a knee and pulled two bobby pins out of my hair, I used one to hit the lock’s gates the other to tension it. It yielded with a bit of effort and We we’re in, “are you sure you’re going to make it through this without wetting yourself?” I asked Marion “at this point it might just be easier to go in your pants since we might have to do some fighting in here” I continued half because a teammate desperately holding her pee isn’t a very effective helper, secondly because I kinda wanted to see her wet herself even more so in that outfit. “I don’t want to wet myself ever but I’m sure I’ll make that choice pretty quickly if we do meet someone in here.” Marion replied steeling herself and hoping this place was empty. We snuck through the warehouse and found it strangely empty, not a soul in sight and it was all for the better. Our targets were right next to each other as well, everything was going all right! I reached for my target as did Marion when the trap was sprung, before I even knew it handcuffs were locked on my arms and legs and I was blindfolded and gagged. With some movement I was set down my legs and arms bound together and tied to a steel pipe, I was left completely tied up sitting on my ass blind and mute from the cloth tied around my face. I can’t believe I walked right into an ambush and didn’t even see it coming! But it wasn’t the time to panic, with some quick gnawing I spit the gag out in half and I forced the blindfold up with small movements on my forehead. I immediately looked at the surroundings and noticed several things, my skirt had been removed and left folded on a nearby box. The factory was empty again all besides Marion who was only a few feet away going through the same motions I had, surprisingly the shock of the ambush hadn’t broke the dam, in the dim light I could see her pants were still dry and she was sweating from the effort of keeping it all in. “Marion are you alright?” “I’m fine so far but I’m worried about how long we’ll be stuck in here.” Marion responded “I’m sure class will be over in less then ten minutes just hold yer pee until then” I said as reassuringly as possible. “I...won’t..make...it..” she gasped out her legs slamming together and rubbing against each other fiercely as much as the ropes binding us would allow. After a few seconds of this I watched as her pee shot out hard enough it made a sound against the martial of her shorts, the floor around her was an uncomfortable indentation that slowly gained a covering of urine as her flood slowed to a halt “that better?” I asked “Oh god no, no no no no! Oh please I just pissed my pants and I’m tied up here slowly marinating in it! Worse yet I have to shit! no-“ she interrupted her little rant by moaning and groaning as she arched her back and with another wave of moans and grunts that echoed through the warehouse her mess exploded into her shorts filling up the back of the tight shorts. Marion drooped her head in shame, sitting in her own mess tied up in an abandoned warehouse. I smelt a rank smell drifting off of her much like a public restroom. But I felt something that felt like a punch to the inside of my gut then I realized, the food was spiked with laxatives! my already lackluster control was vastly weakened and I flooded the light blue tights staining the area around my thighs a dark nearly black color. Seconds after they budged out as my own shit slowly pushed its way out and filled the back of my tights. I can only wonder what my parents would be thinking seeing me like this, pants filled with piss and shit in a warehouse. Sad part is I probably wouldn’t have to imagine since one of my parents reviews the logs, classes, activities, and oversight of the 40 of us. For the first time I was glad I lived in the dorms and not with her how awkward would it be “oh hi mom I shit and pissed my pants today at school can you change me?” Made me hcringe just thinking about it. By now several hours had passed it it felt like nearly midnight, I looked over at Marion one more time to see more urine shooting out of her as she slept, I took a similar approach urine and all as I drifted off to sleep. I woke up a small river of piss flowing from me and filling the indent in the concrete floor that Marion was sleeping in, she wasn’t looking to good herself the shorts she was wearing couldn’t stretch so she her growing mess was being shoved around the sides and the front. At least my leggings were stretchy so it was mostly contained to the rear so far I also had a skirt to hide it when we finally got out of here because I’m sure they won’t let us change before leaving here. Either way looking at my watch it read 7:55 AM and it was about midnight when we were locked in here meaning we had been left here overnight. My throat was dry and I but I still wasn’t that hungry thankfully due to that massive meal last night. an annoying drop of water fell on my head but I saw the opportunity and let it drip into my mouth. As I waited for Marion to wake up I stretched and moved my legs the most I could dispite my bindings. Hours passed and I smelt a new smell drift over from Marion, she had renewed the stain on her shorts and they ballooned off her body a bit more as if she had a completely solid layer of shit between her and her shorts, thinking about it she had been holding it for nearly two whole days so maybe. She finally sputtered awake and groggily looked around before letting out a long groan “How long have we been stuck in here key?” She asked “all night I’m sure they’ll pick us up soon” I hoped. They didn’t, nearly twelve more hours passed sitting in my own mess as I could feel a rash developing as aforementioned mess continued growing since our bodies were still digesting that food. We didn’t talk much and I drank as much as possible from the ceiling drip, and of course it ran through me into my leggings pretty quickly. I was actually glad that my skirt was missing so it wasn’t getting soaked as well. As time passed I made sure to keep my legs flexed so the my muscles wouldn’t degrade from this. More Time passed as marion and I kept leaking urine until finally I heard something from her “hehehehe” a giggle weird since we had been tied up here for nearly sixty hours now. “Hehe plish plish” she said sounding weirdly peppy. “Are you ok Marion?” I asked “plop plop hrrrrg plop” she said with a groan in the middle as she forced another lump of shit out into her already bulging shorts, I this she was mad from thirst or the dark no way to tell. I waited and waited as she struggled and squirmed to move, her shit getting squished every move she made. More waiting as I continued filling my pants but finally the door creaked open, my watch read exactly seventy two hours spent in my own shit and piss. Someone I didn’t recognize cut the ropes and helped me to my feet, I made sure they did the same for Marion and gave her some water. I lifted my skirt back on and it was almost impossible to tell since I had pissed so much almost every corner of my leggings were cold, soggy, and tinted yellow. The worst part was on the inside however. Like an obtuse egg in between my thighs my lumb of shit made me walk with a wide waddle and the insides of my thighs burnt with every step because of the rash. Marion was immediately sent to her dorms after a check in with the nurses but I was sent off somewhere else, an office with a dignified panting of the founder hung on the wall. The woman escorting me was a shorter woman with suntanned skin and lose dark hair, she was clearly aged but still fit. sat down at a desk and motioned for me to sit as well. “So key did you enjoy today’s class?” She asked me “Enjoy? Did I enjoy it? you’re asking if I enjoyed sitting tied up in a WAREHOUSE FOR THREE DAYS IN A PILE OF MY OWN SHIT WHILE WATCHING MY CLOSEST FRIEND ACT CRAZY AND SOIL HERSELF!” I yelled at her venting all the pent up frustration that clearly had to leave though the mouth and not the other end considering. “I understand your frustration” she said “everyone has to do the capture test, best part is we’re doing photos soon as well” she joked “come back in a few days and I’ll show you some older photos.” “YOU, YOU-“ I stammered out trying to stay angry but she was a bit too nice to stay mad at. “That’s understandable you’re mad but I can tell you have potential by how well you handled yourself in there so thats why I as the overseer of this academy want you to take on a task for me. There will be several more different capture tests in the next few days and your objective will be to use and test these prototypes” she explained to me in a calm and rational tone my curiosity overwhelmed my anger and I sat back down and listened as she reached into her desk and set five items down, two looked like regular panties, one that looking like a pull-up, and two heavy thick pull-ups. “Diapers?!?” I exclaimed “you’re making fun of me because I shit myself when you tied me up!” And I was mad again “no I’m requesting that you use these as a trial run before we actually supply these to agents in the field” “agents need diapers?” I asked confused, the lucky few that made it up to be agents were some of the worlds best ass kickers and they were going to wear diapers? “Do you know how hard it is to seduce someone when you’re wetting your pants? Or when you need to fight someone and you desperately need to pee? Or when trying to blend in to a crowd do you know how much attention wetting yourself draws?” She explained “I-I guess you’re right but I still don’t want to wear diapers!” It was out of sheer stubbornness that I refused. “How about I show you something” She opened a door and lead me through, inside was a long line of hyper realistic statues. There were two of Each statue and each one was over one of the academy’s overseers and dressed in the overseers gear. I checked the first one, the founder. She was said to be the worlds best spy of all time people of all around the world, people all around the world looked up to her. The current overseer walked over and grabbed the skirt of the statue and lifted it up revealing that someone had put a diaper on the statue. Of course I bet the real founder would never wear a diaper. Right next to the Statue was a panting made at the request of the founder, it showed her smiling at the artist and lifting her skirt revealing the same diaper on the statue. That was all the convincing I would need, if wearing diapers would make me more like the legendary founder I’d be willing to do it. It was the first time we have had a free day in a while and my first instinct was too visit Marion to make sure she was alright, I walked into the nurses office and saw an interesting sight. Dozens of people were standing around waiting to be dismissed or got an inspection, problem is that everyone had done the capture test and not one had been changed yet. I counted my blessings since I was wearing a skirt. Marion was standing first in line and getting the normal talking to by the lead nurse. She turned around and waddled back and saw me, Marion blushed as she tried to play it cool “hey....Key about what happened yesterday?” “Didn’t happen ok?”I told her as we started back to the dorms. The dorms all had thin walls it was intentional to encourage moving quietly, It made a few things awkward since I heard a loud *plop* from the bathroom Marion was in. I made sure to lower the leggings slowly and quietly to avoid such a sound. After spending way to long wiping I reached for one if the standard uniforms before seeing the small pile of diapers that the overseer had given me. I grabbed one of the thin panty like ones and took a look at it, it was about three times thicker then regular panties and had high side guards. a strange deep crease ran down the center of the panties/diaper as I sild the panties on they felt thinner then they looked. I slid the rest in the drawer beneath the sink and made sure to jam it shut even though no one would ever come in here besides me. I was starting to doubt that these would actually absorb anything but I’d never give up any chance to be like the founder. With a fresh uniform on I stepped out and saw Marion waiting outside stretching, “hey Mair any plans for today?” I said as I stepped up beside her and bent over in a long stretch “I was thinking of taking a walk outside, and Key if you haven’t noticed yet I can see your panties through your uniform.” That was a good sign, she couldn’t tell that it was a diaper. “I know I just wore something so my rash wouldn’t act up.” Also true enough considering the red flares that appeared on my skin after sitting in my mess for so long and from Marion’s expression I could tell she had it much worse her legs being partially submerged in our urine. Marion moved uncomfortably like she was trying to adapt back to walking normally after what happened. The main halls were much less crowed then normal for some reason but no reason to complain about it. The academy was laid out as a massive square complex with heavy walls and a thick glass roof, of course I couldn’t see though it because of a massive white coving of snow. Another reminder that this place was in the middle of fucking nowhere Alaska, what I would give for a beach day or a visit to somewhere nice and warm. Walks outside were a pretty common hobby on free days since not much else is available to do besides eat a lot or sleep. Marion and I sat down and suited up in the heavy ski pants and parkas, it had been forever since I had taken a walk outside in winter so the cold weather gear was normally much lighter. “Hey Marion I’ve been wondering about something” I asked as we pulled on our boots, “yeah?” “How do we go to the bathroom out there?” I asked lacking trust for my notably thin diaper. “Well embarrassingly enough...you go in your pants, it preserves warmth or something like that and you if you strip out there your privates would freeze in an instant, so unless you’ve got a diaper under there Lets hope we don’t need to go.” “Oh...yeah of course why would I ever wear a diaper right?” Marion eyed me suspiciously for a second but we turned our attention to outside. It was cold and pitch black as per standard issue during the winter, any exposed skin immediately felt dry and cold. I always wondered why they Choose to put this place is in the middle of fuckall Alaska, was it a good idea to put an academy that takes in a lot of people from young ages? Well I’m glad someone thought so. The outside of the building was surrounded by moonlight towers, massive steel pillars that had bright bulbs on top coating the area in a dim light. The rest of the area was blanked in snow reflecting enough light to give a faint view into the distant wilderness. The walk was slow and pretty boring, as we wandered the pressure in my bladder grew slowly and I could tell Marion was starting to feel it as well. “So I’ve got a question for you?” I asked Marion. “Yeah?” “About this whole academy thing, Do you actually plan to be an agent? You never struck me as the type.” “Well I guess I’ve never really thought of it, I’m only fair at hand to hand nor the most sneaky. I think I’ll try to get a cushy bodyguard or security guard in some impenetrable fortress...What about you?” “I’ll be an agent no matter what I have to do to get to it!” we looked each other in the eye and I thought about telling her about the diapers but it would probably ruin the moment much less any friendship we had. “Hey key?” “What is it?” “Want to know how to turn on the heaters in these pants?” “How?” Marion took a deep breath and I could hear the wool inside of her pants getting soaked by urine. “I thought you hated wetting yourself?”I asked her based off what happened in the warehouse. “This doesn’t count as having an accident, its just part of the experience!” Marion said defensively clearly not being to happy with wetting herself but enjoying it more then she liked. I tried it almost forgetting about my diaper, as soon as my urine hit the thin fabric it bulged out and the deep crease unfolded. Finally I was emptied out and my diaper had gone from a slightly thick feeling pair of panties to a warm round soggy log of absorbent material that had formally been tightly packed. It was sagging slightly since the sides weren’t ment to take this kind of weight. She was right, it was pretty warm. As we walked inside Marion’s pants were making a sloshing noise as the soaked wool was smushed back and forth as she walked. As we stepped inside I realized something, I would have to wear my uniform over this bulging sagging diaper....My skin tight uniform my opinions were few, I could try to take the diaper off and hide it in front of Marion since this place doesn’t have changing rooms. I stripped my Parka off and pulled down the top of my uniform while wondering who decided that a one piece bodysuit shouldn’t have any zippers or buttons just an extremely stretchy top. As I pulled it down I realized something, I could use the top of the uniform like a skirt dangling off my hips covering any trace of my diaper and thankfully wearing uniforms like this is pretty common on free days. Its a Good thing I tend to wear more covering bra’s but to put it lightly though sadly there wasn’t that much to cover. With plenty of careful movements and a few well places excuses I snuck off to my bathroom, we may not have had separate rooms or showers but at least we had personal bathrooms. I opened the door to mine and stumbled in mentally exhausted from doing every single thing I could do to hide it, sitting down on the closed toilet I shook my head and blinked slowly a few times. I could feel the round wet log of sogging padding underneath me slowly leaking a bit onto the seat, pressure was slowly welling in my bowels Well I was already in bathroom so I stood up and began to lift the cover on the toilet but I thought of something. I was already wearing a diaper and why take it off then use use the toilet when I could just skip the toilet entirely might as well...for efficiency sake yeah! I set the lid back down and sat down on it, I’ve shit my pants before but something felt different, new, like a feeling of disgusting freedom. I pushed the mess out and it immediately squished against my ass taking a flat shape and feeling warm and sticky. I stood up slowly and it slowly peeled off my skin and fell down to the bottom of the already sagging pull-up sagging down only being held on by my hips. I bent over and opened the drawer beneath the sink and grabbed some wet wipes before seeing a note sitting on a brown paper bag....right next to my small pile of diapers. ///chapter one: end// to be continued
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  4. *I apologize for writing a novella ahead of time* Coming to you live at 9 am in a puddle of piss and messy nasty panties 💩 It’s wonderful to see y’all again! Even though I’ve been gone for a while I was always still lurking in the background and compiling in preparation for my return. I’ve been a little busy over the last year or so getting healthy and myself together. I’ve discovered some things about myself. I’ve actually dropped around ‼️160 POUNDS!!‼️ discovered a pretty good hour glass figure I didn’t know I had. I found a new video editing app 😉 Also discovered I have a MUCH deeper love for the messing ASSpect 🍑 I’m DEFINITELY still wetting and I’m still doing messing content (as I said before I’m in a messy situation already) I also have a new (protected) Piss/Mess bed!!!!! (thank goodness for upgrades, people) I have so many new stories, pictures, and things to talk about! I’m excited to get into posting again! I want to let you guys know I do ALSO offer custom content and videos and personal interactions now as well. So here is the link to my Onlyfans, no, I’m not here to drain your wallets or empty your bank accounts (trust me that is so unnecessary). I have free stories and pictures that I will be posting here to “freshen” up the content! But: I have other videos/photos that I’ve worked hard on practiced to perfect. I absolutely love wetting and messing myself (no one except for myself and a few lucky others, who enjoy this, have had to clean up) I currently live in an apartment where I have to take my clothing/sheets to the laundromat and unfortunately that cost adds up(I’d love to eventually be able to get my own washer and dryer lol) So I’m more just looking help to cover that. Also, what better trade than a custom video for a cheap price and knowing you helped me get my laundry done so I can continuously provide new content! lmao! Like previously stated, I’m MORE than happy to post some free pictures/stories/teasers here to keep it lively! and these stories are real, genuine first hand accounts (unlike some things I’m seeing 👀) because I share the same love and value in it as you guys. My pants/panties/Bed are my toilet, I’m better off not going in my new bed, but that’s why I keep the old bed close on the floor. Some of the things are planned, most of them are accidents, and sometimes life sucks and you just got to “let things go” I do try to stay dry and keep from messing myself, but sometimes I get mad and you gotta do what you gotta do to make yourself feel better! Again I’m sorry I wrote a novel. I wanted to let you all know that I AM back and I’m writing to you in a couple hours old wet panties on my mess bed(there’s a preview below!!!) I love and appreciate you guys and I cannot wait to share some of my videos/pictures/Stories with you guys! 🥰💛 The Link: https://onlyfans.com/cas-a-frass and here are some pictures for ya 🙂 BLACK AND WHITE photo/ Me with my legs crossed are the ones of me CURRENTLY (Messy and wet 💛💛💛)
  5. 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.
  6. 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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