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  1. TheMaskedVoid

    Messing videos welcome!!

    Hello all! Void here! Basically, I've been having the same problem as many of you out there have! And that's finding good messing videos! It's a real struggle cuz there are very few good ones out there, but once you find em, oh boy, is it worth it! Anyways, this thread isn't just to benefit me, but rather to benefit everyone into the same thing! And that's messing! I would prefer to have things like panty poop videos posted here, but diapers are more than welcome! Just post some links for everyone to see and visit and we all smile in the end! ^ω^ ~Void
  2. BENAir01

    Messing

    I know in this site there are quite a few people who are also into messing (like me) and some others who find it so gross that just thinking about it makes them want to puke, so where do y'all stand on that scale? On a separate note we have an entire category for omutsu, so is there any chance we will ever have a category for messing? Thanks all!!
  3. TheMaskedVoid

    Messing and wetting stories?

    Hello all! I wanted to start this thread so we all can share our messing and wetting stories to the community! They can be accidental or on purpose, and can be from the past, the recent, or even current! Looking forward to hearing all your stories, and I'll be sure to share some too!! ^-^
  4. MorningQuickie.mp4
  5. Hello, and welcome one and all... To AuthorFaust's Omorashi-Fantasy Club Faust is sure that there are several of you that have a favorite of Faust's characters....And, though you interact, and watch them day in, and day out.... Sometimes, you might want a bit more.... Though, given the Q and A matinee seems to have lost steam... And, people seem to want a bit more from their characters..... Faust has opened up this establishment! Think of it like a Hostess club, where you may request, commune, and befriend said girl for a [Thankfully provided for by Faust] Fee! .... However, unlike real-life clubs, the rooms you get to spend time with your chosen girl in, are Cognition Based. Specifically, you will get to set the scene with your chosen girl. For example, you can decide to have your meeting in the middle of an Important Test! Or, in a Long Car Trip! Or on a bus! Or, even in a movie! .... But Faust.... Why would the setting matter that much? Easy: Because AFOFC [AuthorFaust's Omorashi Fantasy Club] is more than just a meet and greet with scenario changing... The girls you request in this are almost certainly going to end up having various accidents! In such humiliating scenarioes that you may dream up... Or, perhaps you even just want them to go somewhere naughty that's not a toilet. With this, the only limit is the customer's imagination! Rules shall be explained below... just make sure to have fun, and be respectful! ======================================================================================================================================= Process for AuthorFaust's Omorashi-Fantasy Club 1. When you enter, you will be provided with [10] AuthorBucks. [AuthorBucks have no real cash value, and are only redeemable in AFOFC]. More bucks will be distributed at a later date. 2. As you enter, you may [Request] A Single GIrl. Said girl will be your [Partner] for the Club festivities..... So, Choose Carefully. 3. Upon picking your girl, you will be taken to one of our Contexual Rooms. These rooms will appear as a Small room with a Cozy couch, and a table where you may commune with your chosen Partner... until you decide to change the scene. Upon arrival, you will be given the chance to Order Refreshments. These will affect your date's status, and bring up a chosen need or needs. Said needs may prompt her to excuse herself.... Which leads to... 4. Either Coaxing her to stay, through mischievous dialogue, teasing, encouragement, or other thoughts on your part. Or... 5. Creating a Scene, That will hinder her goal, using the powers of the Contextual room. Such as reminding her you're in a test, or in a movie, or on a long car ride. Whatever you dream up will become reality, as you interact... until your End Goal is met. 6. You may then Rate the girl, and send her off with pleasant words or such... And then repeat this process with another girl... If you choose. Rules for AFOFC 1. A girl can only be Partnered with one customer at a time. Meaning, if someone takes a girl you want, merely wait for their session to be over, or pick another girl. 2. A customer can only be Partnered with one girl at a time. [You'll have to wait if you want your Harem King/Queen/Monarch Fantasies to come true until later] 3. R.E.S.P.E.C.T. the girls, and their decisions. They are there to entertain you, but Do not Touch, Harass, or try to perform sexual acts with them, without explicit consent. [In other words, if you want to feel a bladder Bulge, squeeze a tummy, etc, ASK....And be mindful if she refuses.] Failure to follow this rule will lead to the cessation of your Session, and or banning outright from the Establishment. 4. The Author Reserves the Right to change rules at any given time, if needed or desired. 5. Being a good customer leads to Good Benefits. Whether that means making interesting scenes, being pleasant to talk to, or Respecting Women, you will be treated as well as you do them.... And may unlock more options. ==================================================================================================================================== Formatting for a Date: [What you will fill out on your Entry] Name: What do you wish to be called by the staff? [If not specified, they will refer to you by your Screen Name. Specify if you have preferred pronouns] Chosen Girl: Who do you wish to take on a session? [You may only have 1 girl out at a time... but it can be anyone who is not currently chosen, of Faust's creation] Lewd Interests: What kind of things are you interested in seeing/experiencing on your date? Wetting, Messing, Free peeing, etc. Be as Specific as you like, or as vague. End Goal: How do you plan for your session to end? [With your girl having wet, with them having messed, etc. There must be an end-point of your session] Something Nice: Say something nice! Be it about your chosen girl, the Author, or another person in general. Spread some more positivity into the world! [Menus will be provided based on your selections, after choosing a girl. Your AuthorBucks will be tallied there as well]
  6. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

    "I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his shortness, speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 17. He is short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake
  7. Ranganath

    indian CURSED!! (Indian)

    Hi once again everyone. <present> The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet. At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette. The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out. I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! <Two Days Earlier> "Hey Rohit, where are we. I need to Peeee", Aishwarya whined from the back of the trekking group. Rahul looked up from the path in front of him. He scratched his head as he replied, "I'm not really sure. We're quite lost, that's for sure. We're in the middle of nowhere! There's just trees and more trees!! If you really need to pee you should probably just use a bush." Aishwarya looked indignant and sulking with a pouty face murmured, " I can wait." Our trekking group had gotten lost in the depths of the forest. We stumbled off the main trail less than an hour back and hadn't been able to find our way back. There were 8 of us in total, friends from work and other. We'd come up to Yercaud for a fun relaxing weekend of trekking, not this. Still we walked deeper and deeper into the jungle. As the sun started to dim, my eyes caught a figure in the distance, behind a forage of vines and branches. I pointed this out to my friends and they shouted to the person for help. The man however, didn't respond, at this distance we wouldn't know anyway so we all moved towards him shouting for help. Suddenly, the figure began to run. Shouting we chased after it for a good 5 minutes. Finally it appeared to be slowing down; we ran forward with renewed vigor. As we drew closer, we saw that the figure was not a man, but a tall beautiful woman, wearing a typical traditional folded saree. As we drew closer, we saw that she was fiddling with something behind a large tree. When we approached we were surprised to see a well built shed, about the size of a small public toilet, made entirely out of wood, in the middle of the jungle. The woman was fumbling with a ring of keys in front of the door. Her incessant jiggling and knee-bending gave voice to the nature of her hurry. Aishwarya had caught sight of the shed and was overjoyed. She outran all of us and reached the shed. Turning towards the village woman, Aishwarya said, "Toilet? Can .. I?? Toilet??" The village woman gave just one look of frenzied urgency to Aishwarya and went back to putting various keys in the padlock fastened on the door. Aishwarya was not well off. She was having severe difficulty keeping still. These were the final moments of struggle for her. All of a sudden a 'click' sounded as the padlock snapped off and the toilet door swayed open. Inside was a clean and obviously well maintained toilet. Aishwarya was already contemplating running ahead into the toilet before it opened. As the doors swung open though, she felt a long leak (more like a squirt) rush out of her and down her cargo trousers. She held it back but within 2 seconds another squirt escaped, and then another. Aishwarya ran ahead, literally pushing the village woman to the side and fumblingly bolted the toilet door behind her as she entered. She could feel drops of urine running down her calf. She tore her cargoes down to her knees as a tidal wave erupted from between her legs, washing the toilet clean in its path. Aishwarya sighed loudly and closed her eyes in bliss. The village woman trapped outside however was much less fortunate. Shell-shocked by Aishwarya's actions, the village woman, with her legs visibly twisted and in a semi hunch, pounded on the bathroom door. The 7 of us standing there could do nothing, and merely looked on. We were so busy watching her pounding away at the door that we didn't notice the gentle pattering noise of piss falling from her calves onto the soil until she started crying. When we realized what was happening, we all looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and awkward. The woman sobbed gently as her urine ran down her legs. Suddenly the wind changed, the sky darkened, the tree leaves rustled ominously. The woman looked up at us, her kajol smeared around her eyes. Her look was one of unadulturated hatred and anger. The next thing we knew, she was levitating above us, 5 feet in the air. As she looked at us her eyes glowed with orange fury. "FUCK YOU!! You bastards will pay for what you've done. You'll feel my pain, my humiliation, my helplessness, ALL OF YOU!!! You WILL pay. You WILL know what it feels like. Every single one of you!!" With that she disappeared among the foilage. We gazed upward stupidly in shock. The sound of a flush was followed by a relieved Aishwarya stepping out of the bathroom as she buttoned up her cargoes. "What happenned guys??"
  8. Lara Croft the famous tomb raider was on her most dangerous raid. She was abandoned on an island once but that wasn’t it, she was going to the mountains to find the lost eye. The lost eye was a special necklace that grants whoever wears it powers. It originally belonged to the people who lived on the abandoned island but when two pilots crashed landed on the island they took the necklace for themselves and they died horribly after escaping from the island. They used it’s power to rebuild the plane and left but it crashed landed in the mountains revolting in their survival in cave which eventually led to their deaths. Now Lara had to recover the necklace from their dead bodies and bring it back where it came from. Lara had a similar thing like those pilots, her helicopter which was only different. So her helicopter crashed in a cave and she had to survive in the cold on arriving she wondered how she could go to the toilet because on her past raids she would dig a quick hole in the sand and go in there. It was so different as she had hallucinations of her peeing in her snow gear and the struggles of going to the toilet in general. It’s been two weeks after Lara crashed here and has to go to the loo in a diaper but mostly in her cave and today was her worst day. After getting used to the snowy climate and weather she had the idea to look for that necklace, she placed a diaper on her in case of emergencies as diapers was very used to Lara because she never liked relieving herself in 100 year old or even older temple, tomb or caves. Lara felt the urge to have a poo but she didn’t want to wait any longer so she continued on what she had planned. Anyway it was two hours later when a blizzard hit the mountains and Lara got caught in it and she had to find shelter in a few minutes or she would freeze to death. On her way she could feel her lump of shit moving out of her asshole and she was in dire need for a poo now she didn’t think she could make it in time. In times like this Lara always forgets that she put on a diaper it is because she gets very stressed that she forgets anything that humans do and focus it on her survival. This leaves her human body isolated from her mind. To Be Continued...
  9. Jimmy Olsen

    A Messy Migraine

    I wrote this almost 3 years ago and then forgot all about it. This shouldn't happen to me. I'm 19. I go to a university. I interviewed for a job just a few hours before the incident. I felt like such an adult then. I was confident and serious and knew just what to say. I remember checking myself out in the mirror before I went. I looked elegant and sophisticated in my skirt-suit with my hair in a bun. Things went downhill when I went home for the weekend. I was hoping to spend time with my boyfriend and bring some of my stuff back to my dorm. My mom gave me a ride. I felt a migraine coming on while I waited for her, and it got steadily worse during the hour we spent on the road. I texted Jeremy from the car to cancel our dinner. It was heartbreaking, since it was the anniversary of our first date, but I was in no condition to function in public. By the time I got home, I couldn't even function in private. Every light was blinding and everything else was blurry. It felt like I spent hours rummaging through the medicine cabinet. I finally wound with some Advil in my hand. I put my lips under the tap because I couldn't even manage holding a cup. I dropped a couple tablets down the sink, but I felt 4 or 5 go down when I swallowed. I thought I'd feel better when my professional yet uncomfortable clothes were off. That was a real chore. I had to either work in the dark or face a million rays of light stabbing my brain. Each button was an ordeal. I fumbled with my bra for so long you'd think I was wearing one for the first time. I wanted to put my clothes away neatly like an adult, but I couldn't manage. I was yelling in frustration when Mom came in. I felt silly standing there in just my panties and stockings trying and failing to hang up a suit. Mom took care of it for me. She put me to bed and turned off every last light upstairs. That's the same bedroom I had all through childhood, and now I was back in the role of a child. It was chilly, so I looked for something to put on that wouldn't take much effort. All my current clothes were packed, so I pawed through the things I left behind in my dresser. There were pyjamas left over from my girly pink phase in 11th grade. They fit and I wasn't in a picky mood. The pain in my head only dropped by 10 or maybe 20 percent. To make things worse, my stomach started hurting. I asked Mom for more pills, but she scolded me when I told her how many I'd taken already. "You need to get something in your tum-tum besides medicine," she said, and she brought me some juice and soda crackers. Yes, she actually said "tum-tum" to her 19 year old daughter. It got worse, too. She put a light on in the bathroom in case I couldn't find it in the dark and needed to "go potty." The food and drink didn't help. My "tum-tum" hurt more and started gurgling loudly. Pretty soon I did have to "go potty." By this time I was in such bad shape I knew walking was going to be a bother. I got my feet out from under the covers and sat on the side of the bed. I thought I'd sit like that for a moment and adjust to the light. When I tried to turn on the lamp I couldn't find the knob. When I finally did, I couldn't seem to grip it to turn. I felt so awful that even my sense of touch was off. I ended up knocking the lamp off the night stand. Some sounds and sensations down in my guts told me I needed to be on a toilet soon, light or no light. That was when I heard Mom and Jeremy talking downstairs. He wanted to bring me my present. Mom said I was feeling good enough for a brief visit. I didn't want to go to the bathroom while he was around to hear and smell me. I'd have to keep my cheeks clenched for the time being. At that moment I was more concerned about the lamp. I slowly and carefully walked over to the light switch. The pain and the blinding blurriness were back. With my squinting strained eyes I was eventually able to see the lamp. It didn't look broken, but it was hard to tell from the opposite side of the room. I started walking, but got all dizzy and tippy. I lurched forward to try to grab onto the bed to keep from falling. I couldn't see what was happening but I knew my hands were feeling the soft mattress and not the hard tile floor. I felt something else. Bumpy lumps in my underwear. Some oatmeal-textured nastiness was burbling out between my buttocks. It stopped after a moment and it didn't seem like very much made it out. My heart was racing. More could come out any second. I needed to plop that rump on a toilet before I exploded. I could barely stand up much less walk, but I had to do something. I slowly took my hands off the bed and tried to balance without standing all the way up. I shifted my right foot and turned my body 90 degrees. Something went wrong. The next thing I knew I was in a squatting position. My bowels took that as the signal that they should push everything out. As luck would have it, that was the moment Jeremy walked in. With a quivering voice and tears welling in my eyes I said, "I had an accident." He didn't need me to tell him that. He could see the damp brown stain on my pink PJs, the big lumpy bulge sagging between my legs, and the little muddy puddle on the white tiles under me. He stammered something about our anniversary and how he hoped I felt better soon, then he left. I immediately started weeping. I don't blame him for leaving me along to wallow in my mess. I must've looked pathetic to him. I shamefully walked down the hall, around the corner, and into the bathroom. Mom was by my side before I knew it. She helped me get out of my messy clothes and into the tub. In tears I protested that I could clean myself up. I did but she stayed in the room with me. I didn't feel like a complete failure until Mom lectured me about the mess I made in the medicine cabinet. It seems I'd been careless as well as clumsy. Mom has trouble getting her Ex-Lax tablets out of the paper strip, so she cuts them all out ahead of time and keeps them in an empty Advil bottle with "Ex-Lax" written on it in magic marker. Those were the pills I took.
  10. melikai

    Messy Diaper Girl Danni

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    290 downloads

    This dirty girl gets tied and forced to get an enema and diaperd. She the tries to hold it until she unloads in her diaper untill it starts to leak and overflow. You can see a big brown and yellow situation in her diaper when it's all over I have this entire collection of wetting,messing and diaper as well. Will upload overtime

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  11. View File Messy Diaper Girl Danni This dirty girl gets tied and forced to get an enema and diaperd. She the tries to hold it until she unloads in her diaper untill it starts to leak and overflow. You can see a big brown and yellow situation in her diaper when it's all over Submitter melikai Submitted 12/16/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Diaper  
  12. satyr

    Another tumblr archive

    Version 1.0.0

    1,080 downloads

    I went through whatever stuff I'd saved on tumblr over the years and downloaded what seemed most worthwhile. I put it all in a zip file because that seemed easiest to up/download. There are 100+ images, in addition to 17 video files. I can't guarantee that any of this is unique; a lot of it probably exists in some folder somewhere on this website already. The content is a mix of wetting, diapers, and a little bit of softcore messing (sorry if that isn't your thing). I've tried to confirm that everyone is 18+ even though some of these ageplayers do dress very young.

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  13. Jimmy Olsen

    The Pyjama Zipper Crisis

    Based on a prompt by @TheMaskedVoid. I want to share a funny, embarrassing, but strangely pleasurable experience I had a couple years ago. It was Thanksgiving, so a lot of relatives were in town. My mom's brother and his wife stayed at our house for two nights. It wouldn't normally be unusual or uncomfortable for me, but a lot had happened in my uncle's life since he was here last. He had a new wife and a teenage step-daughter. This girl—let's call her Jill—was in the same grade as me, and as good-looking as any girl I'd noticed at school. She was a strawberry blonde a head or so taller than me with a very developed feminine figure. Thanks to the ridiculously warm weather we were having that fall she was disturbingly underdressed the first time I saw her. She was wearing tight jean-shorts and a blouse made of material so thin it might as well have been tissue paper. My family always hugs when we see each other, but the hug from Jill almost gave me a heart attack. Now, it was normally a little bit awkward to have a female cousin staying in the bedroom next to me, using the same bathroom as me, walking by my door at night half-dressed etc. This time it was someone I didn't really know who wasn't really related to me. I knew I was gonna be on edge the whole time this girl was in my home. I'll cut straight to the most awkward part. It was the wee hours of the night after Thanksgiving. Something woke me up in the middle of the night. I laid there a while trying to get back to sleep and inevitably thinking about the nubile young woman sleeping on the other side of my wall. Much to my surprise I heard her whispering at my door. "Are you awake?" Jill asked. My heartbeat sped up and my nerves all went on alert. Why was she talking to me? "Yes," I meekly squeaked. "Can I come in?" she asked. After wrestling with my fight-or-flight instincts I jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes. As I was making myself decent, she said, "I need you to help me with something." My heart pounded faster, my nerves stretched tighter, and I started to feel light-headed. "Yes," I faintly croaked between shallow breaths. "You can come in," I timidly added when it seemed like she hadn't heard me. I was worried she'd be wearing something seductive, or nothing at all. When she stepped into my room I saw it was the polar opposite. She had on loose-fitting pink one-piece pyjamas—the kind with attached socks on the feet and a zipper down the back. It was an odd choice of sleepwear for a young woman of her age, but I was thankful for the utter unsexiness. My nerves and pulse were just starting to settle down when she told me why she was in my bedroom. "I need you to unzip me," she said. Noticing I was at the brink of heart failure, she cleared up what she meant a moment later. "My zipper's stuck. I can't get it to go down. I need another set of hands." She was talking quickly and nervously, and I guessed she felt at least some fraction as uncomfortable as me. The situation wasn't as serious as I'd thought, but it was still amazingly awkward. "Wouldn't your mom be better at this?" I asked. "She's asleep." "Or my mom? Or your dad?" "Everybody's asleep but us." "Then why don't you go back to sleep and worry about it in the morning?" "I gotta go to the bathroom," she explained. I was starting to see why she looked so nervous. "Like, really, really bad," she added a moment later. "Let's take a look at that zipper," I said when it seemed I had no other choice. My hands were shaking. My brain couldn't block out the knowledge that there was a shapely naked female torso under that zipper. Even just seeing her shoulder blades made me sweat. I'd be seeing a lot more if I succeeded in unzipped her. If I unzipped her too far I could be seeing a lawsuit. Jill was nervous too. She kept fidgeting around, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and even jerking away sometimes when she felt my hands touching her. The zipper had grabbed a mouthful of fabric off her pyjamas. After messing with it a few minutes I freed the fabric, but something was still wrong. The zipper didn't want to move up or down. Each time it went a little way the track it would stop again. I wasn't making any headway. "Hurry up!" Jill whisper-yelled impatiently. "It's an emergency!" After hearing that I gave the zipper the hardest yank I could. The tab came right off and flew into my closet. "What just happened?" Jill asked. "I jerked it too hard and now I can't use my hands on it," I said. I cringed when I realized how that sounded. "The little tab thingy that you pull on came off. Now I can't get a grip on the zipper." "Well do something," Jill said, squirming urgently. I ran to my desk and got a pair of scissors out of a drawer. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" "It's an emergency isn't it?" "I don't wanna ruin my PJs!" "They're gonna..." I started to say before shutting my mouth. I had the sense to stop myself before telling her she'd ruin her pyjamas if she had an accident in them. "I'll get the pliers," I said once I'd reconsidered. I left my room and headed to the kitchen where I'd remembered seeing needle-nose pliers in a drawer. I tried to move fast 'cause Jill's issue was urgent. I also tried to move quietly 'cause everyone else was asleep. I ended up moving pretty slow. I opened every drawer in the kitchen, but failed to find a single pair of piers. I wound up getting a pair of forceps from my dad's fishing vest. When I got back to my room Jill was in really bad shape. She was sitting backwards on my desk chair with one of her feet under her. I never saw anyone sit like that, but I guess it was helping her keep her contents inside. She wasn't sitting still though. She was squirming worse than before. She was also sweating very noticeably. "I thought you were never gonna come back," she said when I walked in the room. She didn't sound like she was yelling at me this time. She had a very worried look in her eyes, and was obviously glad to see me. I got the forceps into the hole where the tab used to be, but it was hard to get the leverage I needed to move the zipper up or down. I thought it might go better if I wasn't crouching like this. "Can you stand up?" I asked. When Jill got out of the chair she suddenly gasped in panic and grabbed the seat—not the crotch—of her pyjamas. An instant later I heard a noise I never though I'd hear from a girl's tush. All this time I was assuming she had to pee, but she actually had to poop. I thought about all that Thanksgiving dinner coming down the pipeline. Things could get really messy if I didn't unzip that zipper. I fiddled around with the forceps 'til the zipper started moving. I got it to go all the way up to her neck, but when I tried to move it down it wouldn't budge at all. I was back where I started. "Get going!" Jill shouted mutedly. "Get it back down already! This is really an emergency!" "I can't," I replied. "I'm doing the best I can." I was pulling harder and faster now, but all that did was make the forceps slip out of the hole in the zipper and make me almost fall on the floor. "It's a really, really serious emergency!" she said as if I didn't know already. "Are you sure you don't wanna just cut it off?" "I'm not gonna wreck my PJs! I looked everywhere before I found a pair like this!" "That's 'cause you're the only girl over the age of 7 who wants to dress this way," I thought, but didn't say out loud. Now Jill was shaking worse than ever, she sounded like she was hyperventilating, her face was red as a beet, and there were tear-drops as well as sweat-drops streaming down. I kept missing the hole when I tried to grip the zipper with the forceps. "It's too late!" she eventually announced. "Back off! I'm just gonna get it over with!" I backed up 'til I was sitting on my bed. The gentlemanly thing to do would've been to look away at her time of bodily function-induced humiliation, but I was too stunned to think of that. I sat there stupidly with wide open eyes and probably open mouth too. Jill sprouted a tail. It must've been a foot long by the time it finished growing. Then it broke and she had something the size and shape of a banana resting in the crotch of her pyjamas. Nothing much happened in the next few minutes. I sat motionless while she stood motionless. Her breathing got slower and quieter 'til it was almost normal. My body also came down from red alert. "At least it's hard," I said, breaking the silence to put my foot in my mouth. Jill gave me a look, and I tried to explain myself. "I mean, your poo won't leave a stain," I said, putting my other foot in my mouth. She continued looking at me, and she continued not saying anything, and I continued trying to save face. "I mean, I wasn't looking, but I noticed you did a solid poo," I said. I'd now done the impossible—I'd put a third foot in my mouth. Jill ended up not responding to any of the dumb things I said. "I needed that," she sighed. "Now it's not an emergency anymore. Like, we can take it slow." Without our shaking and our frantic thinking the zipper problem wasn't that hard to solve. I managed to find the tab, fit it back where it went, and bend the metal so it wouldn't come off again. With a little squirt of cooking spray the zipper moved along the tracks pretty good. I unzipped the pyjamas halfway down Jill's back and trusted her to do the rest. She was finally ready for the bathroom. Through the thin wall I could hear the splash of her disposing of her accident and the plops and sprinkles of her taking care of the rest of her business. She stopped by my room once more before she went to bed. She still looked like she'd been through a disaster, but she was smiling, and her messed-up looks just made her smile seem sweeter. "Thanks for your help. My PJs are gonna be just fine. Like, there's only an itty-bitty stain nobody's ever gonna notice. Sorry you had to see that...and smell that." "It's no biggie," I said. The grossness was actually nothing compared to the stress of the whole experience. "This'll be our little secret, okay?" I wish I'd thought of something clever or flirtatious to say then, but all I managed was, "Uh-huh." Then we both went to bed, although I spent a lot of time laying awake thinking about the strange events that had just taken place. Even though that night was the most awkward experience imaginable it made things a lot less awkward between me and Jill. We have a sort of a comfortable closeness now. Not like family, though. I don't think about family the way I think about her.
  14. View File Another tumblr archive I went through whatever stuff I'd saved on tumblr over the years and downloaded what seemed most worthwhile. I put it all in a zip file because that seemed easiest to up/download. There are 100+ images, in addition to 17 video files. I can't guarantee that any of this is unique; a lot of it probably exists in some folder somewhere on this website already. The content is a mix of wetting, diapers, and a little bit of softcore messing (sorry if that isn't your thing). I've tried to confirm that everyone is 18+ even though some of these ageplayers do dress very young. Submitter satyr Submitted 12/13/2018 Category Female videos Clothing Unspecified  
  15. Version 1.0.0

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    "I’m wearing tight, light jeans and chilling on my bed bed. I really have to go potty badly, before I know it I mess the seat of my jeans, causing a bulge back there. I thought I was done going potty, but suddenly I have the overwhelming urge to pee, and wet my jeans too causing an obvious wet spot. Then I pull down my jeans giving you a good view of my wet and messy panties."

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  16. View File Wetting and Messing my Jeans & Panties "I’m wearing tight, light jeans and chilling on my bed bed. I really have to go potty badly, before I know it I mess the seat of my jeans, causing a bulge back there. I thought I was done going potty, but suddenly I have the overwhelming urge to pee, and wet my jeans too causing an obvious wet spot. Then I pull down my jeans giving you a good view of my wet and messy panties." Submitter melikai Submitted 12/08/2018 Category Peeing  
  17. Welcome, one and all, to Faust's Latest interactive, the Fateful Occurrences Interactive! Now, as Faust mentioned in the general, In this interactive, you do not control the person.... But you control the environment around a person, which may lead to accidents, or incidents of an illicit nature. How does it work? Simple.... The Audience as a whole picks a target, who will be selected to focus on. While the character will no longer be directed by people's own decisions, one can imagine a few little ways to interact. For example, if one closes a bathroom door, or guides someone else into it, the character will have to find another place to go....Or even put off peeing entirely. Depending on the scenario, your influence will result in different endings for the character. Try to shoot for every one. [Endings fall under several categories. There are Normal, Wetting, Messing, Vulgar, Outdoor, and Secret endings for each target. One may discover more with time, but for now..... Time to pick a target! [Targets] (Targets are individuals that you can follow, with hopes of them having an accident. Different characters will have difference scenes, and different difficulties in coercing accidents, or other lewd scenes. Unlock endings for girls to unlock new targets) [Target Format: This is the format for any Targets that are to be included on the list. If one wishes to submit their own target, it must be filled out entirely. (Meaning one must be willing to have their targets cater to each urge.) Name: What is the name of your target? Wetting: How hard [On a scale of 1-5 hearts] is it to make this character Wet themselves? Messing: How hard [on a scale of 1-5 hearts] Is it to make this character Mess themselves? Lust: How hard [on a scale of 1-5 hearts] is it to make this character lose themselves to Lust? Bust Size: How big is this target's bust? Be as specific as you like Rump Size: How prominent is your targets bottom? Appearance: What does your character look like? An image is preferred... [The Less Hearts, the easier it is] Targets Name: Youmu Konpaku Wetting ❤️ Messing ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Modest Rump Size: Firm Appearance: Youmu Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Weiss Schnee Wetting: ❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Modest Rump Size: Perky Appearance: Weiss Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Yuno Gasai Wetting:❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Ample Rump Size: Plump Appearance: Yuno Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Ayano Wetting:💀💀💀💀💀 Messing: 💀💀💀💀💀 Lust: 💀💀💀💀💀 Bust Size: Prominent Rump Size: Firm Appearance: Ayano Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Wynn Tatsumaki Wetting:❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Modest Rump Size: Modest Appearance: Wynn Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Juuni Neptunia Wetting:❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ Bust Size: Flat Rump Size: Prominent Appearance: Juuni Endings Unlocked: [None] And, lastly...To mark your progress, Faust is including Achievements again! Though, they might do something, if you obtain a lot of them..... [Good Luck]: ??? [Dripping]: ??? [So Close]: ??? [LEWD!]: ??? [Oof...]: ??? [And so it begins]: Pick your first target. So, without further ado, please pick your target! [Urges to be targeted will be decided during the story]
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    Since Tumblr is basically dead and Drawnonymous said himself that he may disappear forever, I decided to save his art and archive it here forever. For those of you who are unfamiliar with 'Drawnonymous' he was an artist dedicated to adding diapers to hentai he already found online. I sent him several requests myself including Shadbase's drawing of Wyldstyle from the Lego Movie pulling her pants down and exposing her bare butt (which he unfortunately never made). Contains some nudity and light diaper messing

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  19. Version mp4

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    WARNING: These videos contain large amounts of diaper messing and may show the contents. View at your own discretion. A bunch of amateur videos of girls messing their diapers and changing messy diapers! Be sure to follow the file, i update the file periodically usually in sets of 10! New Update 08/30/2016 - Added 10 videos they are labeled "update 4 (01-10)" Previous Updates Check out my previous upload with over 100 videos!

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  20. I saw Ashe, and knew what I had to do. This story also includes some fine art of our favorite cowgirl done by Livinginfinite. You can see more of his excellent art on his tumblr: https://thelivinginfinite.tumblr.com/ There will be a part 2, I just decided to split it up because it was really long and it was taking too much time, so I figured I'd just post the first Ashe part for now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “All right, saddle up, everyone!” The commanding voice of Ashe issued over the clamor of the Deadlock gang. The various thieves, crooks, outlaws and other vagabonds stopped in their tracks as they heard the voice of their leader, “We got a score, and soon. I want every gun loaded, every bomb prepped, and I want everyone to know the plan!” Ashe stood atop a tall stack of crates, overlooking the crowd gathering in front of her. Her colossal Omnic guardian stood to the side, watching on. There was not a peep from the gang once Ashe took the stage; everyone in the Deadlock knew better than to piss off their fierce leader. There was no shortage of tales of her chaotic, spiteful and vengeful nature. Everyone in the gang knew that Ashe’d have Bob wring their necks if they so much as looked at her funny. Ashe, naturally, adored the fear and respect her underlings had for her. She began to outline their plan; it was a relatively simple one, just a smash-and-grab on a nearby bank. However, as Ashe laid out the plan to her crew, she began to feel the urge to pee, and this was a problem for her. She was one of the last people you might think would have troubles with any sort of bathroom matters, but you’d be in for a surprise. Years of fighting, drinking, firefights, and explosives had taken their toll on Ashe, and left her with certain… “weaknesses” in regards to her bladder and bowels. Weaknesses that required the young woman to wear diapers. No one except for Bob knew about her protection, and she aimed to keep it that way. Fortunately for her, her long coat obscured anyone’s view of her rear, preventing them from seeing the bulky garment bulging through her pants. Still, though, Ashe greatly preferred to avoid using the thing when in front of her crew, which became a problem as she felt her need to relieve herself rising. She had very little control over her bladder, and in the middle of her speech, she felt the space between her legs begin to grow hot and soggy. Her cheeks reddened, and she found herself stuttering slightly while speaking. She cleared her throat, and continued speaking, doing her best to ignore the fact that she was still urinating on herself. Her diaper happily soaked up her pee, growing and swelling as it did so. The hot wetness spread around, thoroughly saturating her privates before travelling to her backside and soaking into the fabric there. Astoundingly, she was still peeing, too. Ashe was just wrapping up her speech when she felt something that nearly made her heart stop: a drop of urine slowly winding down her thigh. Her diaper was leaking. “Er, and that’s about everything,” Ashe hastily concluded her speech, “So start gettin’ ready, we’re headin’ out ASAP!” She jumped down off the crates, wincing as her diaper squished from the movement. She and Bob walked away from the crew and, when they were out of earshot of anybody, Ashe leaned over to ask, “Bob! I peed while I was talkin’, was it noticeable?” In response, her silent partner simply gave a thumbs-up, signalling that she was good. Ashe exhaled in relief. Now she just needed to get changed, then she’d be ready to head out on their excursion. They came upon a two-story building near Route 66 that the Deadlock had appropriated as a temporary headquarters; the upstairs of which was being used as Ashe’s room. “Just gimme a sec, Bob, I just gotta changed,” she said, ascending the stairs. Bob held out his hand in a sort of “wait for me!” gesture, but Ashe stopped him, “It’s not that bad, Bob. I’ll be fine,” she said, still grateful for his concern. Entering into her room, Ashe tossed her coat to the side, and prepared to further undress in a way that had become routine since her incontinence had fully manifested… only, she stopped when she saw what was in her room. An exceptionally tall, slender, orange-haired woman stood imposingly in her room. Around her were several unconscious Deadlock members, several of them lying in puddles with lumpy bulges in their pants. The tall woman turned quickly to face Ashe. Ashe reached for her rifle, but did not draw it when she realized that the woman had no weapon, and was simply smiling and steepling her fingers at her arrival. She kept her hand on her gun, just in case. “Ah, at last,” the woman began, her Irish accent only raising more questions about who she was, “I was growing tired of waiting for you.” “You got five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t blow you away here and now, lady!” The Irish woman chuckled before putting her hand on her chest, “I am Moira, I represent a party whose goals I feel can align with your own.” “Uh-huh. That why you took out so many of my guys?” “Now I did try to tell them I wasn’t here to hurt anyone,” She gave one of them a little kick, causing the downed woman to groan a little, “they are still alive.” “And what goals do you think we have in common, you psycho?” “Simple: There’s a woman I want to hunt down. There’s a man you want to hunt down.” “Yer talkin’ about McCree.” “Mmhm,” Moira nodded, “Turns out our respective targets are fairly well acquainted.” “Cut to the chase, already!” “I’m trying to do away with an old colleague of mine- one Angela Ziegler- and she would most certainly know how to go about finding your old friend,” Just mentioning McCree made Ashe tighten her grip on her rifle, “My organization didn’t want to spare any resources on what they deemed a ‘personal vendetta,’ so I’m left pretty short-handed. I’ve got a very simple offer for you, Ashe: help me take care of this thorn in my side, and I’ll let you interrogate her for McCree’s location before we… tidy up.” “... Interestin’... ” Ashe murmured, “Now, what’s stoppin’ me from callin’ my friend Bob up here and having him snap you in half like the twig you are for disrespectin’ me and my gang like this?” Moira scowled slightly, then seemed to vanish from sight in a puff of purple and black smoke. “Wha-” Ashe exclaimed. Only a split second later, Moira reappeared in a similar cloud of dark smoke, with her right hand gripping Ashe’s face tightly. Where each finger pressed into her skin, she felt a painful burning sensation. “I am what’s stopping you,” Her fingers dug deeper, still burning intensely, “I’m here to offer you an alliance to benefit the both of us, not to make enemies,” Ashe’s entire face began to tingle, then sting when Moira’s hand seemed to glow purple, “But if you are so intent on it, I can assure you that I am a powerful and deadly enemy.” Ashe had no idea what was happening. It felt like her head was being burned away. She’d fought in thousands of intense fights, but she’d never seen anything like this before. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, and she couldn’t find her words. A sound, a bit like a mudslide, filled the room as Ashe’s bowels were emptied into her soaked diaper. She felt the foul mess drop out of her body, piling up in her diaper, filling the spaces between her legs. The mess was soft, and spread around quickly. She was sure she felt some of it slip out of the diaper and into her actual pants. Her bladder had found more contents to lose, as well; while she was soiling herself, a powerful stream of urine flooded her diaper once more. The garment was soaked and full to bursting, and the urine not so much “leaked” as poured out of the diaper, which had lost all pretense of functioning by this point. Her thighs were suddenly warmed and wet by the twin rivers of pee flowing down her legs. Moira arrogantly smirked the entire time this was transpiring. Once Ashe had finished wetting and soiling her pants, the intimidating woman let go of her face, saying, “Seems like we have an understanding, then,” With a little flick of her other hand, a small, golden cloud was sprayed onto Ashe’s face. She expected more pain or further humiliation, but was surprised to feel the burning sensation fade away. She frantically patted her head with both hands, searching for damage, but none was to be found. “Stop worrying, I’ve healed you up.” Moira took a step back, and extended her hand- the healing one- out for a handshake, “We don’t have to be enemies, Ashe. Let’s work together, and take care of two pests at once,” Ashe slowed her breathing, and found her voice, “And you’re sure this woman you’re after is gonna know where McCree ran off to?” “I’m certain of it,” “... Okay, yeah… You got a deal, Moira,” Ashe reached out, and shook the mysterious woman’s hand. “Excellent. I’ll contact you again in about an hour with some instructions. For the time being, you may wish to devote some time to cleaning yourself up.” The deal struck, Moira vanished into thin air once more. Ashe looked around, but did not see her reappear anywhere nearby. Ashe absolutely hated the woman, but she did have a point about cleaning up. She hadn’t made a mess of herself this severely in a very long while. Now she probably would need Bob’s help to get changed. Not to mention that were several injured people unconscious in her room, many of them in similar states of needing a change. “Bob!” She shouted as she exited the building to get her Omnic companion, “Need some help here, Bo-” “Ms. Ashe!” Her heart almost stopped when she was greeted by a small group of Deadlock members outside the building. They looked somewhat panicked and had their weapons ready. “We heard someone say that an intruder was attacking us! Are you okay, Ms. Ashe?” The person at the forefront of this small group, a young woman, asked. Her eyes drifted downwards, settling on the obviously wet crotch of Ashe’s pants. And Ashe was sure they could smell her other accident. The Deadlock woman averted her eyes, and the others present slowly caught on and did the same. Ashe wanted to die on the spot. “Oh, um… Did you, uh… need a minute, Ms. Ashe?” The woman’s voice grew fainter and fainter as she spoke. Something snapped inside of her, and Ashe felt her shame get replaced by anger. She couldn’t stand the way they were pitying her right then. Her blood beginning to boil, she took an intimidating step forward, “I’m doin’ just fine, kid. You came by at the perfect time, as a matter of fact. There’s about ten people knocked out in my room, and unless you’re plannin’ on joinin’ them, I suggest you get to clearin’ them out!!” The Deadlock woman almost fell down as she retreated backwards, away from Ashe. As she’d hoped, a wet stain formed on the woman’s crotch, and travelled down her thighs. A few others in the group were doing the same. “Get movin’!” Ashe commanded. The woman frantically nodded, then ran into the building. The others followed after her. Ashe smirked when she noticed the messy bulge in the back of the woman’s pants. “Bob!” She called out. After a second, the large Omnic stood by her side. “Help me get cleaned up. After that, we’ve got a new plan...”
  21. I recently find more messing clips in the female diapers and ageplay sector. I can remember there have been less when I was not regestered here. I personally do not enjoy messing clips, it just does not feel good, I really like wetting, though. My question is, how do you feel about messing, does it mind to you that it is a bit of a slobbery story? I mean, personally I do not think that wetting is icky, so maybe messing just feels normal to people liking that, too. Some time ago I read that story how messing feels for a woman, but that was not my thing either after having it told. So, how do you feel about it? Tailsuser
  22. Jimmy Olsen

    Summer's End

    Miss Z couldn't believe what she heard. She knew this land had its own unusual customs. Everywhere she'd lived in did. Different autumnal feast traditions existed in different lands, and some didn't have any at all. On this local holiday, known as Summer's End, it was customary for bachelors to invite maidens to a public gathering and treat them to a lavish banquet. She could believe that much. She couldn't, however, believe what the maidens traditionally did to show their gratitude. Miss Z's roommate Miss M, a strong contender for the Queen of Autumn this year, had told her of it. Miss K, her closest friend in this land, had told her of it. Even her wise and honest mentor Mrs. H had told her of it. She thought they were all making a jest. No such thing could be widely practiced in polite society. Miss Z was overjoyed when Mr. D asked her to be his date to the Summer's End Banquet. Miss M congratulated her for catching the eye of such an eligible bachelor, and gave her some friendly advice for the upcoming date. Miss Z took that guidance with a dose of skepticism, and completely disbelieved the part about the display of gratitude. Miss K helped her pick out an appropriate dress for the occasion, and reminded her of the display of gratitude that was expected of her. Miss Z thought she was making sport of a newcomer's naïveté. Mrs. H coached her on the etiquette and protocol of the event, and she trusted her to the point of the traditional display of gratitude, which she assumed was a joke the local woman had slipped in. As she nervously lay awake the night before Summer's End, Miss Z wondered if the vulgar tradition of which she'd heard was true. She quickly perished the thought. Nothing of the sort could be found in any land, no matter how strange its customs. The next evening, Miss Z donned her new dress and primped and preened herself until she embodied this land's ideal of feminine beauty. Mr. D escorted her to the Garden on the Hill, which had been furnished and decorated for the sumptuous outdoor feast that marked the Summer's End in the local tradition. It was a gorgeous array of late-blooming flowers and flame-leafed trees. Four long tables formed a semicircle around a gazebo, which housed a band and the throne of the Queen of Autumn. An opulent banquet was laid out. The gentlemen paid for their dates to partake of it, and most brought additional food or drink they'd hand-picked for their sweethearts. They ate only bread and butter and drank only water. The Summer's End Banquet was for the pleasure of the ladies. Many of the men also brought gifts and love letters for the beautiful maiden who'd been selected as this year's Queen of Autumn. She was left with a tableful of food and drink that was impossible for one woman to finish in one sitting, though she made a heroic effort. Miss Z had never seen such a feast in any of the lands she'd travelled. There was roast goose, suckling pig, quiche, plum pudding, sweet and savory custards, and more kinds of fruit and cheese than she knew existed. There was egg nog and various rich and exotic forms of coffee and fruit juice. Mr. D's gift to her was a small spice cake coated with creamy glaze and candied fruit. Each bite nearly overwhelmed her senses. Everything Miss Z saw before her looked delicious, and she tried to sample it all. At first she ate slowly and delicately, conscious that doing otherwise would normally be considered unladylike, but she enjoyed herself with abandonment when she noticed the behavior around here. The ladies were all eating with gusto. Some wore bibs to protect their dresses from their sloppy eating, some spilled without care, some loosened their corsets to make more room in their stomachs, and some even belched without excusing themselves. None of this wantonness was frowned upon. The men seemed happy that their dates were happy, and happy to be in their company. They dined, chatted, listened to the music, and enjoyed the scenery and atmosphere of the last day of summer. When the golden sunlight waned, the Garden on the Hill was lit with hundreds of small lanterns. It was so beautiful it seemed like a dream. Just as the immensely full women were beginning to get sleepy, the Master of Ceremonies made an announcement: "The Queen of Autumn will now lead the customary display of gratitude." The Queen of Autumn rose from her throne and addressed her audience. She spoke of how a good meal satisfies the spirit as well as the body. She performed a call and response ritual with the ladies and gentlemen of the audience, telling of the women's happiness, the men's generosity, and the love that was growing in the hearts of both. She ended her speech with these words: "No exhibition can demonstrate the pleasure in our minds or in our hearts. We can only demonstrate the pleasurable fullness of our organs of digestion and excretion. Let us put that pleasure on display for the gentlemen who filled us with food, drink, and love this evening." What she did next made Miss Z's eyes bulge with disbelief and her heart race with fear. She gathered up the back of her skirt, allowing the audience to see inside, and bent her knees into a half-crouch. Her bloomers began to darken and glisten. Dark trails appeared on her stockings. A shimmering golden puddle formed on the stone walkway beneath her. One by one, large lumps poked at the inside of her bloomers, then broke off and fell into the loose fabric between her legs, which drooped from their weight. Miss Z looked around the table. To her left, crackling and trumpeting noises resounded from beneath Miss M's gown. To her right, Miss K's pantaloons ballooned from the soft squelching matter being produced inside. All along her side of the table the young women were grunting and sighing as they produced puddles, lumps, stains, and stenches. The boys on the opposite side showed no signs of disgust. The girls' bestial displays were instead met with smiles and kisses. Some faces on both sides of the table were looking at Miss Z, who seemed to be the only young lady with perfectly clean and dry clothes. She'd never imagined it was possible, but she was embarrassed for not wetting or soiling herself. She could scarcely look Mr. D in the face. Miss Z tried as hard as she could, but was only able to manage a faint trickle, much to the disappointment of her date. She was too ashamed to explain her failure. She'd received ample instructions, but had foolishly ignored them. All she could do was hope that things went better on the next holiday.
  23. Hello, and welcome to AuthorFaust's Commissions thread. Faust was just thinking about the last time Faust went to open these, but didn't have a proper setup, or a proper paypal or such to receive any such payments, causing many issues and or dissuading things.... But, Faust has remedied at least one of those problems, making payment more flexible and as such, writing prices a bit easier to work for! Faust wants to iterate that Faust is not in any danger as it is in case this kind of thing flops: Faust is basically doing this as a mild hobby to acclimate to his urge to spend money on a game he plays on the side. [Fate Grand Order, in case one was curious.] But, should you desire a Faust-written story of your own choosing, and are willing to compensate Faust, then read along! Otherwise, feel free to lurk, and maybe check out Faust's current Interactive! If Faust gets into the writing spirit enough with things....Faust might even have a second one to work on/Begin anew! ============================================================================================================================================ Commission Guidelines Specialities / What Faust will do Piddle-related incidents: [Including, but not limited to: Desperate Struggles, Free peeing, unintentional urination in garments, intentional urination in garments] Tummy-Related Incidents: [Including, but not limited to: Desperate Tummy Turmoil, Copious amounts of Gas, Panty-defiling production] Psuedo-Loli: [A character that looks or acts young, but is in actuality properly of age as dictated by your region of living] Diaper-Duties: [A character wearing/Utilizing a Diaper to deal with toilet issues.] Crossdressing: [A character Disguising themselves as the opposite Gender for intentions: Vulgar or not] Females: [Faust writes many works with a nearly-all female cast. However, this does not mean Faust won't at least try to write accident-incited stories with male protagonists.] Magical Mishaps: [Magical spells have Illicit Effects: Intentional or Not] Psuedo-Humans: [Beings that appear to be normal humans, but may have different Biology. Like Vampires, Ghouls, Servants etc.] Lovely Lewdities: [Characters interacting with other character's naughty parts.] Yandere Behavior: [Actions including but not limited to: Stalking, Trespassing, Fantasizing, improper treatment/acquisition of garments to a character.] Lewd Pranking: [Including but not limited to: Underwear Theft, Drink spiking, Skirt flipping, etc] Delays: [Things that stall a chance to relieve private needs such as: Long Lines, Occupied Stalls, Naughty Siblings stalling out, presence of Teachers or Parents, etc.] ============================================================================================================================================= Repulsions: Things Faust will not do Excessive Violence: [Faust will not focus on Excessive injuries, bloody scenes, dismemberment, or other forms of physical torture] Non-Consensual acts of Sexual intercourse: [No Forced Sex, plain and simple] NTR in regards to Yuno Gasai: [Personal Authorial Preference] ============================================================================================================================================ Middle Ground: Things Faust Might Do: Ask Faust. Faust will answer you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Faust Reserves the Right to Modify this list at any given time.] =========================================================================================================================================== Pricing: Faust is still new at this pricing thing, but Faust will do his best to make a suitable setup, given the situation. Given examples such as MasterXploder whose thread can be found here, Faust will do pricing based on one of the following: 1. Word Count: $6 for every 1,000 Words. [$3 for every 500] Limit: 4,000 Words per Commission Incidents: 2,$4 for every incident/delay over the story. [For Example: Making a character Immediately wet would be 4, but having someone occupy the bathroom, an out of order sign on the next, a massive line blocking the third, and a wetting outside of the school would be 16. Discuss with Faust for the proper pricing before writing is begun] 3. Commissioner preference: [The Commissioner Negotiates a price with Faust directly, based on content.] [Specials:] [These are Special Themed Orders that one can make with Faust. These are limited time, so scoop em up, if you want them!] 1. Yuno Experiments: [Yuno is trying to experiment with various kinks, in order to cater to more desires.... [Incident/delay based: $3 per delay/incident of choice] 2. Bathroom Blowout: [With the bathroom out of order, Girls need to find other ways or places to go. $3 per Girl, +$1 for unfortunate Accidents in garments] 3. Personal Fantasy: [A story Written with a character that is aware of your presence, and is catering to your desire] [$15. Up to 3 characters per commission: DIscuss with Faust for details] 4. Catching Shorts: [Barring all plot and buildup, this is a special bit where you catch the target just as they are defiling garments, or otherwise dealing with urges. These are much much shorter than usual, given it's just the incident.....But come at a clip of $1 Per incident. (Meaning spotting someone wet outside of school would be a Dollar, but making them lose it at three more intervals would be 4 dollars total. The same person can be chosen more than once, though you might prefer different locations. Discuss with Faust Prior. If these are popular, Faust might develop a further special.] =========================================================================================================================================== [Catching Short Example:] ============================================================================================================================================ [Issuing Payment] Faust believes in providing optimal service for his customers, and as such, will not take payment until the commission is done. Faust would be too tempted to spend the money right away, and Faust wants to get the work done. As such, you will inform Faust of what your commission is. (Through Messaging him on this, or In this thread], and Faust will provide it to you, after which, you will paypal Faust the agreed upon amount. Failure to do so will get you on the Blacklist, and likely bar you from future commissions. Faust is trusting you, so please do not let Faust down. Whitelist: Zenkopan: [For being an amazing requester from last time Faust opened commissions] Night Rain: [First Commissioner since opened Commissions!] Blackist: None! [Let's keep it that way, everyone] ====================================================================================================================================== Parting Notes: Faust has a random smattering of knowledge of characters. As such, if it is not a character Faust has been seen using, one might want to ask Faust if he is aware of the series before writing. Informing Faust is always the best way to get a proper answer! So, any questions, ask away! Faust works a part-time Job, so works may be a bit slower than he'd like.
  24. An old story from Nyou Fiction. I wrote the opening, and EnragedFilia took it from there. Deep in a primeval forest, in a glade nearly invisible and inaccessible to human beings, silent figures were assembling in secret. In a quiet yet stern voice, each reported for duty once they had reached the secluded meeting place. The leader, a well-preserved woman in her thirties dressed in fatigues, turned on a small lamp each time she heard a new arrival approach (which was invariably before they spoke). Her keen ears could pick up footsteps and rustled leaves from even the most stealthy of travellers. And on this night, there were also rumbling stomachs to give people away. She turned the light back off each time she had confirmed the identity of an arrival. The faces of the rest of the group were briefly illuminated as well. They were the features of strong women, each trying to look like she was carved from stone. But some faces betrayed their feelings of confusion, uncertainty, and uneasiness. Some even showed other discomforted sensations. Once the tenth of her recruits had entered the hideaway, the leader spoke. "That's the last of the people who accepted the mission. A couple questions before I explain what this is all about. Has everyone followed the diet they were assigned?" Ten voices answered in the affirmative. "And you have all refrained from any bowel movements since you received my message on Thursday?" The voices sounded more hesitant and uneasy, but seven confirmed the inquiry in concise terms. "I actually haven't been since Tuesday," one voice admitted with a hint of pride. "It took some pills to make it through today, but I haven't released anything." "Excellent. To reiterate what I said in the message, additions to the outlined diet, be they food or drugs, are acceptable, even encouraged. Every extra bit of weight is a benefit." "I couldn't make it," a wavering voice confessed. "Mitchellson?" the leader snapped. "Yes, it's me." "Explain yourself." "I tried as hard as I could...but I just had to go so bad. I was so nervous about tonight. I couldn't help..." her voice trailed off into mumbles that sounded almost like weeping. "You moved your bowels?" "Only a little. I'm sure there's more..." "Get out of here! You are no longer a part of this mission!" "Will I be punished?" the recruit asked, now clearly choked up. "Leave our presence as quickly and silently as possible, and I might spare you any repercussions. Just remember that your agreement of silence about our operation is still in effect, and, if you break that, the consequences will be severe. And, for God's sake, stop your crying! I thought I selected soldiers, not little girls." Making a noise of acknowledgment, the ashamed Sonya Mitchellson started her trek back. From that moment on, the other women were determined not to show any signs of weakness. "Since all of the <i>obedient</i> recruits are now present, it's time for me to brief you on the next phase of the mission." She turned the lantern on once more. "Put your hands into the light." The recruits did as they were told, and the leader dropped a small glass vial into each open hand. "Leave the caps on. You will take your dose when you are told; no sooner, no later. It is a very potent drug, and any error in timing could foul up our plans." The women suppressed laughter as they thought about what else could be fouled up by a laxative-related mistake. "I apologize if for keeping you in suspense for this long. I suppose I've been deliberately stalling. This is the strangest briefing I've ever had to give, but here goes," she continued with a wicked-looking grin. "If everyone gets it right, it sure won't be the last. "First step is for everyone to get down this hatch and link up with your commanders." She waved at the large metal plate on the ground behind her. "There's five officers counting me, so you'll be two recruits to a squad. Except you," she jabbed a finger toward the one who'd boasted about holding it since Tuesday. "You're with me." The indicated recruit, a tall and solidly-built blonde named Clarissa Montclaire, stiffened at the words and gave a small nod. The leader abruptly turned and moved to the hatch. She crouched and tapped on it several times, eliciting a series of strange beeping noises. Then the metal slid open, revealing a dimly-lit hole. "Further instructions will be given en route. Now get moving." With that she hopped down the hatch and disappeared into the darkness. The nine remaining recruits jerked into motion, falling into line and following her. They found themselves in a broad chamber about six feet high, with walls, floors and ceilings that seemed to be carved from solid, smooth, dark rock. Seven tunnels led away from the hatch they'd come though, and in four of them stood women who looked cut from the same mold as the one they'd followed down here. There was no apparent light source, but a soft steady illumination came from the depths of each passage. Clarissa moved toward the leader as the four officers selected from among the eight other recruits. Drawing up next to the woman, she stood at attention and waited. "Move out," she ordered briskly as she turned away and started to jog down the tunnel at a steady clip. "Follow me and don't fall behind." Clarissa hurried to catch up. It was about a minute before the woman spoke again, "State your name, soldier." "Oh, Clarissa Montclaire. S-sir," she replied, trying not to let her heavy breathing show. She was doing her best to match the other woman's long, easy strides, but was still falling a bit behind. "From now on you are Claire. Single syllables only, here. For me, either Sir or Sarge will do." Clarissa grunted an acknowledgement, and, after a moment, Sarge continued. "It's about a ten minute trip. After the first five minutes, you will take your dose. When we reach the tunnel exit, you will emerge and cross the last hundred yards to the target alone. You will then release your entire payload and return to the tunnel. Do you have any questions?" "Uh," caught by surprise, Clarissa looked around and struggled for something to ask, "W-what's the target look...I mean, um...how will I identify the target, Sarge?" "There will be an unmarked, plainly visible wall directly in front of the tunnel exit. That wall is the target. Anywhere at its base will suffice. Anything else?" "What are these lights?" This time Clarissa spoke too quickly, and immediately winced at the inanity of the question. The illumination here was dull orange, and it came from square things in the wall that looked like glass. Their light was steady, not flickering like a flame, or pulsing like the moss they grew in some of the cavern cities. Even so, Sarge answered her without hesitation. "We call them artificial torches. The technology was apparently lost with the fall." Clarissa jerked in surprise. From everything she'd heard, all known examples of lost technology had long since been salvaged, and by now most of it was in the hands of the large cartels and their tech wizards. All that was left were the ruins themselves, and only the massive superstructures and any other pieces too heavy to retrieve and too sturdy to break into pieces. The tunnel had looked like the product of lost technology from the start, of course, but she was still impressed that the group had found an undiscovered ruin as large as this. Clarissa's thoughts were interrupted as her insides suddenly lurched, and she had to clench her ass shut as a sharp jolt of pressure struck, then slowly subsided. It was a very familiar feeling, since she'd been dealing with this pressure for nearly a week now. Things had had seemed to settle down a bit yesterday, but the exertion of keeping up with Sarge seemed to really be getting her bowels moving. Between the feeling of the big load within her bouncing heavily with each step she took, and the low, ominous rumbling from downstairs, she could tell it was only going to get worse. By the time they stopped, her breathing was coming hard and fast, and not just from exertion. The pressure wasn't letting up at all now, and her ass was starting to get tired from constantly clenching. Clarissa's gratitude for the brief rest was tempered with anxiety at what she knew what coming next. "Alright. Drink it now, Claire," Sarge ordered, her face totally impassive. She obediently pulled the vial from her pocket, removed the stopper, and slugged it back before she had a chance to think twice. The taste was strange, like that of raw mint ground up and mixed with thick and sickly-sweet syrup, which clung to her throat as she swallowed. As soon as she finished, Sarge took the vial and held it in front of a torch, then nodded. "Good. Now hurry, it should start to take effect in five minutes, give or take a bit, so you need to reach the target by then. Get moving." She started off again, and Clarissa obediently followed, trying not to think about what might happen if that stuff started working ahead of schedule. Her anxiety only grew as they ran. The seconds seemed to creep by, and her bowels started to ache. It was like the cramps that she'd been enduring occasionally since last Tuesday, but dull and constant now, instead of sudden and sharp. Before long, her sphincter was pulsing with exertion as wave after wave of pressure assaulted her bowels, slowly but surely wearing away at the endurance of her poor, tired muscles. But as her agony gradually grew worse, it only pushed Clarissa to summon up more determination. "Sarge is counting on me," she told herself, fixing her eyes on the strong and sturdy figure running along tirelessly in front of her. "I can't let her down. I won't let her down!" Repeating this mantra, she almost didn't notice as the tunnel floor began to slope upward. Raising her eyes, she saw the wall up ahead a few seconds before Sarge came to a stop in front of the smooth surface. "We're here. Remove your clothes. Now!" Clarissa was taken aback by the strange order, but Sarge's voice sounded even sterner than before. After only a moment's hesitation, she complied, clumsily unfastening her drab canvas coveralls and slipping out of them. As she did so, Sarge moved behind them and touched a glassy patch on the wall a few times, with a beeping sound like that of the hatch from before. The fabric fell to the floor in a heap just as a slab of metal slid out of the floor, blocking the way they'd come, and turning the tunnel into a six-foot cube. Sarge turned back to her. "Your boots too. Here, I'll help with that." But instead of kneeling to help Clarissa with her boots, the commander swiftly came up behind her and began to loosen the strip of cloth that bound her chest. After a brief moment of surprise that threatened to undermine her highly tenuous control, she hurried to unfasten her boots. In seconds, the bindings fell away, bringing relief that mingled with the very familiar discomfort of cruel gravity as Clarissa's large and pendulous breasts burst free of their confinement. Kneeling as she was, they dangled from her chest like a pair of overripe tomatoes until she wrenched her feet free and stood up. Sarge, still standing behind her, gently patted Clarissa's tightly clenched bottom and declared, "Good. Still clean." She withdrew a small pair of scissors and pressed them into the confused recruit's hand, along with another order. "Remember: run to the target and dump your load. Use these to cut the panties off. Then get right back here. We're all counting on you, Claire," that last sentence, said with a gentle hand on her shoulder, turned the girl's wavering nerves to steel once again. Then Sarge slapped the glass panel with one hand, and, with the other, shoved her soldier toward the far wall, which slid down into the floor to reveal endless black sky beyond. After a brief stumble, Clarissa took off running. The feeling of frigid air on her bare skin shocked her mind into instant focus and her nipples into tiny, tight points. But then it hit her bowels, which seized up with the biggest cramp she'd ever felt. The pressure, already intense, surged all at once into a tremendous wave that all but overwhelmed her exhausted sphincter muscle. Only Clarissa's newly invigorated determination kept her control from collapsing completely before the onslaught. She ran flat out, panting as she repeated to herself, "They're all counting on me," again and again, drawing strength from the thought. Fire blazed in her eyes as she gritted her teeth against the agony deep within, heedless of the lesser pain as her bare feet slapped the rough ground and her naked breasts flopped around wildly with every step. Yet, deep within the gap between her plump, bouncing buttocks, Clarissa's anus slowly but surely began to widen, despite her colossal effort. A broad brown rod inched out, forcing its way through that tight pink ring until its tip peeked out far enough to brush against fabric. Struck by the bizarrely unsettling knowledge that her formerly pristine panties were being smeared with gooey brown tracks as they slid back and forth across her bottom, Clarissa's control finally started to waver. But, just as she teetered on the brink of a gigantic accident, she saw it: the wall, rushing up out of the darkness in front of her. The sheen of moonlight on its smooth, polished surface gave her enough warning to throw her hands up and catch herself. She leaned against it for a moment, shaking with emotional exhaustion as much as physical exertion. Her trembling knees buckled, then bent, and she dropped into a squat with her legs spread in a wide V. A fraction of a heartbeat later, she let go, moaning in blissful relief at the sensation of her aching, overworked sphincter relaxing at long last. Right on cue, the smooth log protruding from her anus lurched out, causing her panties to tent nearly two inches straight down, then paused as if mistrustful of her sudden surrender after such a long and grueling struggle. Clarissa drew a ragged breath, reaching forward to steady herself with a hand on the wall. And then it happened. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, as if all the strength in her body was suddenly concentrated in her bowels in a cramp more intense than she ever would have thought possible. Her eyes shot wide open and she pitched forward, her knees meeting the ground as she let out a loud groan. Her bowels moved with sudden and tremendous force, depositing such a massive load of firm, solid poop into the seat of her panties that in an instant the fabric was stretched taut. The bulge expanded as more and more of it poured out, sliding through her wide-open asshole and curling up on top of itself, spreading out and piling higher until it covered every inch of her bottom. Soon the panties could stretch no more, only sag lower and lower beneath the weight of her gigantic dump, which still showed no signs of stopping, or even slowing down. The emerging poop gradually grew softer, and, by the time her panties drooped low enough to touch the ground, it had turned to squishy goo, flowing out smoothly like a sticky, brown rope. Eventually the load was piled high enough to overflow the waistband, a big lump falling to the ground with a big "splot." And all the while Clarissa could only squat there helplessly, her face locked in a grimace at the blazing pain in her abdomen. It felt like she was being crushed by a giant metal fist. Her head swimming with agony, she had no idea how long it lasted. But when the flood finally subsided to a stream, then a trickle of poop so thin and soft it was nearly liquid, the agony faded away almost as suddenly as it had begun. Then it was all over, and for a few seconds she just panted for breath, basking in the tremendous feeling of relief. Until a different kind of pain intruded upon her reverie, and she realized two things: her ass was burning, and the rest of her was freezing. After expelling what felt like a whole week's worth of poop, Clarissa's asshole was so sore it felt like there was a chunk of hot metal stuck in it. And, except for her bottom, cradled in a warm cushion of soft, mushy poop, her skin was completely exposed to the bitterly cold night air. Now acutely aware that she was alone and defenseless in a dark forest in unknown territory, she tried to get to her feet, only to nearly fall backwards, thanks to the huge, unbalancing weight hanging from her backside. Remembering her instructions, she took the tiny scissors (which had been clutched in her hand this whole time) and clipped through one side, then the other of her poop-laden panties, allowing the massive brown load to tumble out onto the ground. As Clarissa stood, she couldn't resist glancing at it between her legs, and was briefly struck with disbelief at the sight. It was just unbelievable that so much poop could have fit inside her. Her panties were all but buried beneath the gigantic mound of brown goop, with only a few square inches of stained fabric peeking out from one edge. Quickly ripping her eyes away, she turned and started running back to the tunnel. Now, with the pressure in her bowels relieved and the burning sensation in her ass slowly fading, she was highly aware of all the other discomforts she'd overlooked earlier. Running barefoot hurt, and running with her chest completely unsupported hurt worse, but the cold was worst of all, especially on her butt. The layer of slimy poop that covered her bouncing buttocks like a thick coat of brown paint was cooling very quickly in the night air, and, before long, it felt like she'd sat on a block of ice. So when she finally saw the tunnel mouth in the distance, her relief was tremendous. Clarissa entered and slowed to a trot, clutching her aching breasts with her arms, and looked up to see the commander grinning broadly as she slapped the wall again. The sound of the tunnel exit sliding closed behind her seemed very far away, and her vision swam as her strength drained away, along with the adrenaline rush that had carried her this far. "Sir...M-mission..." she mumbled, her knees shaking, "mission accomplished...payload delivered." That was as far as she got before collapsing into the other woman's waiting arms. What followed was mostly a blur. The commander gently lowered her to the ground and ordered her to get on all fours, then started to clean the girl up with something she called a "wet nap." After what she'd just endured, the feeling of soft, warm, moist cloth on her frozen rear end felt wondrous, and only later would the thought of the commander inspecting her poop-covered bottom up close trigger a surge of belated embarrassment. But what happened next was almost as embarrassing in its own way, and much more bizarre: Sarge took her coveralls and her boots off and wet herself right in front of Clarissa. It went on for a while, completely drenching her panties, before trickling all the way down her legs and making a puddle on the floor. Afterwards, she took off the soaked panties and told Clarissa to put them on, and the girl was too exhausted to even ask why. The explanation came as the two of them walked back together, the topless girl leaning on the naked woman's shoulder for support. It all had to do with the blood jackals. Clarissa had heard a few stories about them before, but never in any kind of detail. They were created as weapons during the war, used mostly for hunting down enemy guerilla forces, and, since the war, they'd gone feral in the irradiated wastelands, and taken to attacking anyone and anything that ventured into their territory. That was about as much as most anyone knew about them until recently, when the garrison of a walled city near the edge of the wasteland happened to observe a group of blood jackals, which would come right up to the city walls every day, sniff around for some time, and leave. Attempts to determine the reason for this strange behavior quickly led to an even stranger conclusion after investigating the time and place of the events. It seemed that jackals were only congregating at a particular section of the city wall, one outside a very densely populated area which had recently suffered a major breakdown of the local sewage system. The community had dealt with that crisis by establishing a large public bathroom facility independent of the now useless plumbing network, and every single reported jackal sighting corresponded exactly with the time and place that this community's waste was emptied over the city wall. There was only one way to explain all this, no matter how little sense it made: blood jackals may have been created to hunt down and track the smell of blood, but they were drawn even more to the smell of poop. Soon enough the army came up with a means of taking advantage of this discovery, although, in all likelihood, it would never have been implemented if not for an immediate and particularly intractable threat. A group of bandits was camping in five sets of relatively intact ruins on the edge of the wasteland, several miles to the north of the city and within easy raiding distance of a major oasis. Months of repelling raids on the city's supply lines were already taxing the army's rapid response capabilities, and the situation was poised to get a whole lot worse very soon, because the army's only viable base of operations in the area was a set of tunnels situated directly between the five bandit camps. They had evidently been constructed as part of a maintenance system before the war, with surface access a short distance from each of the ruined buildings that the bandits held. So, while the quick and stealthy deployment capability that the tunnels provided was an invaluable asset against their raids, it was only a matter of time before the bandits discovered one of the entrances. When that happened, they were sure to come out in force to take the tunnels for themselves. If that happened, the army would be left with practically no way of protecting the city's supply lines, and no way at all of rooting out the bandits. Even worse, any attack against one of the bandit camps was sure to bring retaliation from the others, and there weren't enough forces in the entire theater of operations to take all five at once. So, when some strategist suggested a plan with the potential to eliminate the entire problem at one stroke, and with minimal risk, the brass was forced to take notice, despite how crazy the idea seemed. Simply put, they would lure blood jackals to each enemy encampment and let them slaughter the enemy forces, sending in strike forces afterwards to clean up any survivors. The jackals' newly-discovered behavior seemed to offer the perfect means of baiting them, but difficulties arose when attempts to test the approach by transporting sewage from the city met with dismal results. Further experiments indicated that jackals would cross much longer distances and arrive in far greater numbers when three major conditions were met. First, the poop must be fresh, the fresher the better. Second, it mustn't be mixed with anything pungent enough to mask the smell, including any kind of preservative agent, or especially urine. And third, there must be lots of it. As it happened, lazy and underpaid workers emptying a public waste receptacle had unwittingly satisfied all three. They'd done their jobs as infrequently as they could get away with, often waiting until a rush of customers left enough people standing in line for a few of them to complain about the smell, which made for loads that were both as big and as fresh as possible. On top of that, they'd opted to drain the liquid portion of their cargo into the storm-sewer inside the wall, hauling only the solid portion to the top to be dumped outside. Clearly, depositing such an ideal jackal bait as that anywhere other than a populous city was less than feasible. But, on the other hand, a target located in the wastelands themselves, closer to the jackals, would not require anything like those conditions to attract enough beasts for the army's purposes. Realizing this, and quickly formulating a workable approach, Commander Biella had volunteered her unit, the Valkyries of the Amazon, to undergo the strange and critical mission. And, when it became clear that her soldiers' strenuous routine and steady, predictable diet was not at all suitable to the production of jackal bait, she responded by simply recruiting outside volunteers instead. Listening to that last piece of the explanation, Clarissa finally grasped the true purpose of her "payload." She felt a sort of horrified awe at her own actions as she belatedly realized both how much she'd just accomplished and what a huge risk she'd taken, walking alone, unarmed and almost naked right up to the walls of a hostile encampment. The original plan, Sarge continued, had been for two recruits to visit each of the five bases, but, thanks to that stupid, weak-bottomed Sonya Mitchellson, she'd been forced to pick one of the nine remaining girls to undergo her mission "solo." She'd chosen Clarissa because of her confidence, and because she'd been waiting the longest, and seemed likely to have the biggest load saved up. The purpose of the soaked panties was clear as well: fresh, fragrant pee would overwhelm any lingering scent of poop that might lead blood jackals back down the tunnels after them. "We're almost back now, Claire. First thing to do is get all cleaned up with a nice bath, then we'll meet the other squads and debrief. If all of them did anything like as good a job as you did, we'll be moving into those ruins by tomorrow" "Really? I did a good job?" Clarissa looked up at the officer, beaming with pride. "You kidding? From what I saw back there you must'a filled your panties right up to the brim, because that cute little butt of yours was just covered with it." Punctuating her praise with a hearty laugh, she reached down and slipped a hand into her own panties to give Clarissa's "cute little butt" a firm and playful squeeze. The other girl gasped, then flushed. "Uh...anyway, after the debriefing, we can start talking about..."loading up" for your next mission." She looked down to meet the girl's twinkling eyes, and, with a big grin, concluded, "Understood, soldier?" Clarissa's grin was even bigger as she replied, "Yes, sir."
  25. So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something. But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up. With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’. A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again! A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse. An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back. “Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup? Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh. The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing. She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened. The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call. Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom. Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss! Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him. “Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs. She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before. It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought. Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry. “I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively. “It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread. “Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk. “Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.” The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her. “Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display. “Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice. Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her. She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice.