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WARNING: THIS CONTAINS MESSING AND PANTY POOP. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE THIS KIND OF THING!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! So here is the largely requested poop desperation content. Some of it is less desperation and more panty poop but hope you all enjoy it. Another great source for poop desperation on tumblr is Katannauk. She posts great pictures and stories of poop desperation. https://katannauk.tumblr.com/ There is a lot of great poop content on xpee's panty poop section. http://www.xpee.com//videos/category/25/panty-poop But if you dont want to sort through all of that her are a couple good ones http://www.xpee.com/video/24528/panty-poop-desperation http://www.xpee.com/video/1460/desperate-girl-pooping-in-her-own-panties http://www.xpee.com/video/20821/desperate-wife-has-to-poop-in-pantyhose Also here is a story i stumbled upon. maybe you would enjoy it. https://www.wattpad.com/161305044-sasha's-desperation-the-rush/page/2 As i find more content i will post it. There may be content on xvideos or pornhun but im not sure. Please feel free to post more content in the comments. Thanks guys. -Audrey

Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look like? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^

So this story is a prequel to Eastern Isle, taking place in the capital city, Velgorod. The audience is thrust into the first night of the curse that claimed the eastern island of Oldengrad, following two girls of the Capital Church as the forces of hell wreak havoc on the city. Before the story can begin, the audience must pick between one of the two girls. The brave and protective Mirabelle, or the shy and good-natured Talia. Once chosen, the events of this story, as well as various choices, will be told from the perspective of the chosen girl. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mirabelle Gayle Age: 24 Class: Paladin of the Order Weapon: Ochriana’s Mace, Silver Greatshield Bio: The daughter of a high-ranking Lorekeeper within the church. Mirabelle’s devotion to faith is one rooted in her family’s history. To her the church is her family, her fellow paladins and clerics no less than brothers and sisters to her. She is devoted to protecting both her own, and the people of Velgorod. A stalwart, yet motherly figure, Mirabelle is a capable fighter and a paladin without peer, using her strength to aid clerics in the roughest areas of the city. Abilities Lightning Spear: A simple offensive spell taught to Paladins within the church. Channeling the inner-light, you summon a stake of holy lightning. Lightning Spear can be used from range, or held and used as an offhand weapon in combat, though it will vanish shortly after. Radiant Weapon: An offensive spell taught to Paladin's to enable them to protect themselves. Channeling your inner-light, you enchant your weapon, forming a blade of holy fire that allows your attacks to reach farther and inflict burning on cursed creatures. This spell drains light rapidly, but will remain as long as it is being channeled. Divine Shield: A defensive infusion that can be cast upon any shield. Channeling the inner-light, you bless your shield with a holy aura, allowing it to withstand greater blows. The aura also creates a small arc of protection around the shield, destroying magical projectiles that come in contact with it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Talia Petrenko Age 18 Class: Vestal Support Weapon: Silver Dagger Bio: The bastard child of a ship captain and a whore, Talia found herself on the steps of the Capital Church as an infant. Under the care of a kind cleric, she soon found comfort in the warmth of the Apostates light. She has a served as a cleric for most of her life. A shy and timid girl, Talia now frequents the slums and gutters of Velgorod’s lower districts, tending to the sick and afflicted in the clinics, carrying on the faith and goodwill in her mentor's stead. Abilities Silent Vow: A powerful support spell taught to the Order of Ochriana. When cast, this spell will prevent spellcasters from channeling any spells or magical abilities for a short duration. Take heed, as this spell does not discriminate - Everybody in it’s radius, including the caster, will be struck by the spells disabling effect. Sanctify: A defensive spell taught to the clerics of the Order of Ochriana. Channeling your inner-light, an aura of holy energy surrounds you, engulfing any creature of cursed blood in holy fire. While your light is strong, Sanctify has an increased radius around the caster. Wall of light: A defensive spell taught to the clerics of the Order of Ochriana. Channeling your inner-light, a large wall of light is summoned in front of you. The holy barrier protects against any magical projectile, but does not prevent enemies from passing through it. Healing Radiance: The staple spell of any Vestal. Channeling your inner-light, you can mend minor wounds, cure common ailments, and alleviate the pain of greater injuries and illness. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A note about using abilities: As a vessel of holy light, you channel and cast spells using the light, the holy magic within. As you channel and manifest your inner-light into spells, the power in your body dwindles. Though you are spared the pain of fatigue from rigourous spellcasting, your spellpower will grow weaker with each ability cast unless you replenish your holy power. The effectiveness of your spells will be marked by colour Green: The spell will be cast at maximum power. Area spells like Sanctify and Silent Vow will have increased range. Orange: The spell will hold, but will be weaker. No bonuses are granted to any spell. Red: The spell will not stay up for long. Barrier spells like Wall of light and Divine shield will be easily shattered.

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]

I'm glad my readers took an interest in this, though I have to admit these are not the best stories. For anybody curious, this is where I'm putting a collection of short stories from my interactive story: Curse of the Eastern Isle. Unlike the interactive which follows the perspective of the wandering monster hunter, Franziska Audenveil, these stories will be from the perspective of various party members. The first one I've written is from a small plan I had for Addilyn, The other three who will be getting a short story will be Margo, the short-tempered, short-sized engineer, Catia, the head paladin of the town of Minevorska's church, and Franziska herself. A link to the interactive for anybody interested in a dark fantasy adventure: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/34992-the-curse-of-the-eastern-isle/ __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Addilyn: The Demon in the Shadows “Eto, fier.” Addilyn muttered the spell in druidic, watching as a small flame sprung to life in her hand. “Eto, ince” The flame froze and turned to solid ice. “Eto, arcana.” The ice melted, twisting into a ball of small purple energy. For Addilyn Tsereteli, wandering bard of the Caravani, these small druidic incantations were her nightly routine. She would practice them, muttering the words and watching as a small ball of the element she summoned floated in her palm. The energy, with the right focus, could be manipulated and reshaped into anything the caster desired. It was this element of the incantation that Addilyn practiced, to summon and reshape the spell into the arcane arrows she used was a feat of countless nights of practice. It was a late night on Oldengrad, the tavern had already seen the nightly rush as the residents of the hamlet would flock in for a supper of vegetable stew before rushing back to their homes. Even behind the walls of their hamlet, guarded by devices of steam and automation the people of Minevorska did not sleep easy. Addilyn never blamed them; once the sun went down and the shrieks of demons and undead filled the air, nowhere, not even in town, was safe. In the tavern, the fire was all but cinders, a few flecks of the dying log still burned with a red glow. The lanterns swayed with a dim flame, basking the corners of the common room in shadow. Outside, the snow picked up, a fog of white against a blood red sky. Addilyn could hardly see beyond the window, the storm was growing, as was the darkness. A few of the hamlet’s residents remained in the tavern, bleeding the last of the kegs dry as they discussed business. Sometimes Addilyn felt like they were staring, making quiet judgement about her. She was reminded of her fight in the church, and the first impression she must have left on the residents as she was carried to the quarters. They had to have known, a girl who had soiled herself being carried through a chamber full of people. Addilyn dwelled on it too much; She had wanted to forge her place as the towns saviour in their darkest hour. The towns people would speak of her in only the most heroic fashion, telling tales of her bravery during the attack on the church. But that was all a dream, Addilyn had forged her place among the people of Minevorska... as the girl who had shit herself, the girl who whimpered and cowered with the others while the real heroes took the glory. It was a depressing, but not deterring thought, one that made her soul feel empty. “I don’t believe it one bit!” One of the men said with a gruff accent. He wiped the ale from his long beard and slammed his flagon down. “Them defenses outside would’ve scared the fucker away right quick!” Suddenly, practicing incantations did not seem so interesting to Addilyn. The tales and rumours drew her to them like a moth to a flame. She drew her focus toward the conversation at the other table, shifting herself along the chair to get closer. “Don’t believe me, do ya not?” The second man had a more crooked accent, a foreigner in these lands. “We saw it, horrible shaggy bastard roaming about on the outskirts of the town." “Didn’t think to report that to the paladin’s, did you?” The foreigner cackled. “‘Course we did! Nowhere to be seen when they sent one or two of the holy lads over. Buggered off under the wall and back into the forest!” The first man did not sound impressed with the story. “So you scared off a wolf pup? That’s worthy of a story, is it?” “Well… what’s a story wi’out a kicker?” The foreigner leant in. “Saw it again tonight. Big dark eyes, beastly thing with four legs sittin’ in the black, starin’. Sorta like those ugly bastards we saw scattered around the church. Ya know, the dogs.” He sat back, smirking. “You’re welcome to go take a peek if you think I’m tellin’ you shit.” The bearded man chuckled before reaching for his flagon. “I don’t need to. It’s a wolf pup, no doubt. Small enough to fit through that wall and is probably looking for it’s mother.” Their conversation dwindled into something less interesting; a discussion on fortification, nothing interesting. “Something lurking in the shadows…” Addilyn muttered. She stared out through the frosted panes toward the small area of empty land behind the tavern. It was blacker than the abyss out there. Stories had been going around of things creeping over the wall. Rogue beasts, wolves, demons, the story changed with every person who told it, each giving their own account of what they’d either seen or were told until it became a web of absurd rumours and speculation. That never stopped Addilyn from believing them though. She anxiously sipped the last of her juice and pushed the flagon away. She was not sure if it was the fatigue from spellcasting, but during her practice she had felt the weight of her bladder lingering. Addilyn sighed; she’d pushed the feelings to the back of her mind, putting it off for as long as she could. She’d lost count of the juice she had drank, two cups? Three? Spell practice often left her with a strong thirst, and on some days a full bladder. With the lavatory out of commission, when nature called there was nowhere to go but outside, behind the tavern. There had been the bowls Wanda had been so kind as to offer people. A sort of last resort for relief. The innkeep’s wife had thought it for the best that nobody ventured out into the cold in the dead of night as rumours persisted through the town. But Addilyn didn't like that option, especially after an accidental encounter with Franziska when the monster hunter had stormed in while she was relieving herself... shamelessly into a porcelain bath. Addilyn never liked making her water in the company of others, she was always a shy girl and now she shared a room with two other girls; There was nowhere private for her to do it in a bowl. If she went out into the corridor, she risked waking the whole upstairs with the sound, if she did it in the room, the sound would wake Lucina. She has been practicing all day with the Paladins, surely she's unconscious. She's not going to hear if I used the bowl. Fearfully, Addilyn looked out into the darkness of the town. I really don't want to go out there. What if they're right, what if something is lurking out there? She could picture a hideous creature out in those shadows, hiding away from the watchful eyes of the Paladins. Stories always got to her, they left her thinking, always fearing the worst. Now, looking outside, all Addilyn could think of was the horrors of the shadows, whatever they were. She hated to do it, but the fullness of her bladder urged Addilyn towards the bowl beneath her bed, somewhere safe where she could relieve herself. It was a fair thought. She took a deep breath and made her way upstairs. On her way, Addilyn passed Margo’s room. A candle burned inside as the little engineer was soundly sleeping, cuddled into Andi who lay behind her. “Ah, Ms. Addilyn.” Andi had noticed, the mechanical girl smiled. “Andi, you’re still awake.” Addilyn returned her smile. She composed herself, keeping her legs steady to avoid bouncing up and down in a childish potty dance. She tensed her muscles and stood still, ignoring the urges. Andi nodded. “Mother was having some difficulty sleeping. I’m staying awake to comfort her.” Suddenly, Margo began whimpering in her sleep, muttering the name Sara as sadness sunk into her sleeping face. “It’s okay, mother.” Andi spoke softly, rubbing Margo’s head until the little engineer settled back into a quiet snore. She didn't wish to get caught up in conversation. Nature called, urgently. Addilyn nodded to Andi and continued on toward the last door. The door opened quietly; Addilyn did everything she could to not stir Lucina’s slumber. The silver-haired warrior lay asleep on her bed, wrapped in her blanket. She was in a deep sleep, her loud, monstrous snores nearly shook the brittle floorboards. This would be easy. Hopefully. Addilyn crept along the floorboards toward her bed and bent down, grimacing as she felt the pressure being put on her full bladder. A small ceramic bowl, larger than a soup bowl sat beneath the bed right beside a pile of fresh sheets. Addilyn pulled the bowl out slowly. A receptacle for relief right in her hands. She held it for a moment, staring cautiously over to the sleeping Lucina. Right. She thought, sitting the bowl down gently on the floor. I just need to undo my shorts. She undid her belt, moving as slowly as she could to avoid making any noise. squat down. She crouched down, hovering herself over the bowl. pee, and empty the bowl… all without waking up Lucina. That was the hard part, even with her shorts down, Addilyn couldn’t pee. Her body seized up knowing another girl was sleeping just a few feet away. Ooh, she’s going to hear it. It’s going to echo through the room and wake her. She tensed up between the legs, her body denying her bladder relief. She stared down and sighed with frustration. The bed creaked, a drowsy mumble murmured. “Who…” Lucina, half-asleep, asked to nobody. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her heart pounded, Addilyn wanted to scream. Acting purely on instinct she rushed to pull her knickers back up and kicked the bowl back beneath the bed. “Ah, Lucina! I-It’s j-just me!” Addilyn sputtered, struggling to put the words together. Lucina rubbed her eyes and turned in her bed. “Addilyn… ah, you’re retiring to bed?” She said with a weary groan. “H-Ha, n-no. I-I just c-came to g-get some-something!” Addilyn pretended to root around beneath the bed, fondling the air in a pathetic attempt to feign a search. “Ha! I-I’ve got it.” She rose to her feet, and forgetting that, in a panicked hurry, she’d only pulled up her knickers, Addilyn collapsed to the floor with a thud. Her shorts were still draped around her boots. "Hehe... belt came undone." She tried to laugh it off. I hope I didn't leak... She hadn't, still dry, thankfully. Closing the door behind her, Addilyn bent down to her knees and pushed her hands against her maidenhood once again. She couldn’t make her water in there, she couldn’t do it out here, and she couldn’t use the lavatory. Was there somewhere, anywhere else she could go? There's a basin down in the bathing room...could I? No! She shook the thoughts of peeing in the sink from her head. No! No! No! What kind of disgusting girl makes her water in a sink!? She sighed, there was only one place she could go at a time like this; and with a nervous glance out into the night, Addilyn knew she had no choice but to go behind the tavern. Yura had asked curiously where the bard was going this late with a lantern in her hand. Addilyn didn’t answer and rushed out onto the steps of the tavern. She felt herself stop, her feet wouldn’t move beyond the small cover by the steps. The streets were dark, snow fell from the sky, and there was no life to be found. All she had to do was take a few steps down, head around the tavern, relieve herself and head back, but staring into the pitch black night, the uneasy silence tempered with nothing but shadows; it made Addilyn freeze. She felt safe in the tavern with the fire and lights, nothing would get her there… but out here. She whimpered and after making sure nobody was around, crossed her legs. Addilyn gazed out into the darkness, squeezing her legs tighter, letting out a faint whimper as her maidenhood burned. This is exactly what Franziska means when she says you need to be fearless. The brave voice in Addilyn’s mind said. It was her own voice as it always was. Look at you, crossed legged and whimpering like a little girl who's about to wet herself because you can’t take a lantern and pee out in the dark. You’re not even fearless enough to pee in a pot in there. The voice grew more mocking. I can’t let another girl hear me tinkling into a bowl. “It’s embarrassing.” Addilyn squeezed her legs so tightly it almost hurt. She bent down and sat on the steps to the tavern. She hoped nobody would see as she calmly rested her hands between her legs, pushing against herself. “Besides… I heard them, something’s wandering around in the darkness. They said it was behind the tavern before vanishing.” So what? You’re a fighter, you’re not meant to let things like that scare you. You came to this cursed isle of your own volition! You’re one of the protectors of this town now! What kind of protector are you if you’d rather wet yourself than go out in the dark!? The voice may have been her own, but it spoke cruelly. Addilyn peered down the street; she saw the farmstead, an outline of the farmhouse hidden away by the black shadows. A small light came from the tower by the gate and inside Addilyn could make out a feminine figure. It had to be Franziska, who’d bravely offered to do one of the night patrols for Alexandr. What would Franziska say if she saw you right now, cross-legged and whimpering for the privy? “She’d tell me to be braver than this…” Addilyn muttered sadly to herself. “If I can’t even walk out into the dark… how am I going to fight a demon?” Addilyn began clutching her rapier. “That’s right… I said I’d be braver… what kind of hero would I be if I let the darkness get to me so easily?” Slowly, she rose to her feet. Suddenly, the darkness did not look so dark and Addilyn took her first steps out into the dark streets. It always felt like something was out there, watching every step she took, waiting for a moment of weakness. That’s what unsettled her the most; there was never a greater sign of weakness than when a person was relieving themselves. Broden always told her that. “You’re always weakest when you’re squatting in the forest.” He’d say playfully, keeping a serious tone about him. “Wouldn’t want to be nabbed while taking a dump, would you?” She missed his crude sense of humour. Maybe one day, she’d see him again; as the hero who defeated the curse of Oldengrad, a thought that kept the darkness away and the fear in her heart dimmed. The cold did her bladder no good; Addilyn shivered, but there was always a painful, persistent warmth stirring between her legs. Everything she had done since getting up from her seat had done nothing but aggravate her bladder. She’d already been on the verge of relief once. The fear made her feel loose, like she could leak at any moment. She walked slowly through the snow, one hand on the lantern, the other between her legs to keep her river from flowing. The sounds of crunching beneath her boots moved with a slow, uneasy pace. Addilyn hated the dark, even in town she didn’t feel safe. The portal, with it's chains dug into the ruins of the church hung over the town, harpies swooping in the night and screeching. A ghastly demonic screech echoed through the air, frightening the bard as she began hastening her steps. The sooner she relieved herself, the sooner she'd back in the warm comfort of the tavern. Maybe it was the slow speed at which she walked, maybe it was the fear that engulfed her like darkness engulfed the town, or maybe it was just the feeling of her full bladder with each step she took, but the walk felt endless, like an eternity. Behind the tavern was an old tin boiler, rusted and neglected, but still functional. Some of the snow around it had melted away from the heat it gave off. There were two houses on the west side of the tavern, separating the rear of the tavern from the street. There were no lights on, nobody would see her here. Nobody would notice an unsuspecting girl squatting to make her water here. Addilyn sat the lantern down on an empty barrel by her side and began to lift her dress. A sound nearby, like tepid footsteps moving cautiously, caught the bards attention. She froze, her dressed hoisted over her arms as she looked out into the shadows with a fearful gaze. “It’s nothing. My imagination playing tricks on me.” Addilyn said to comfort herself. "There is no way anything could get through that wall." She hiked up her dress, pulled down her shorts, and nervously squatted in the snow. She took a deep breath and relaxed, granting her bladder relief. She could feel the cold numbing her bare backside. In the silence, a quiet pattering began to fill the air. A sense of relief filled the young bard as her bladder emptied, a dark stream pittled from between her legs, yellowing the snow around her boots. “Uuu…” Addilyn whimpered. She couldn’t enjoy the relief she was feeling, it was overshadowed with fear as she glanced around the shadows, stopping only to peer down at the growing puddle beneath her legs. “Hmm~” She allowed herself one sigh of pleasure, watching as the spurt between her legs intensified, spraying the snow. The snow between her feet melted, the quiet tinkling turned to a loud splattering as her stream struck the now revealed dirt. The heat of her water rose, gently warming the bards legs. Footsteps again. This time, Addilyn was certain she saw something, a beastly silhouette that stood still the moment she looked over, like it knew she was watching. Her heart began racing, she thought about pulling up her shorts and running; she didn’t even care if she’d piss herself, she wouldn’t care if she stumbled down into the tavern, piss cascading down her thighs if it meant she could escape the gaze of whatever was watching her. Something definitely moved, Addilyn saw, and it was moving closer to her. Riddled with fear, she pulled up her shorts, her bladder still unrelieved as she began to feel the warmth of her stream filling her shorts. They grew heavy quickly as Addilyn pulled them back up, her thighs and maidenhood now soaked with her pee as she failed to stop her water. She ignored the growing warmth in her knickers, pooling between her legs and washing her lower lips. She had to ignore it, she needed to grab her rapier and defend herself. The beast was moving faster through the darkness, toward her. Addilyn grabbed her rapier and lifted it in a defensive stance. Something warm was running down her legs, she caught a glimpse of her pee, glistening in the lanterns glow as it ran down her bare legs. No, I won’t let it bother me this time. The beast was closer; She could see it’s features more closely now, four legs and a maw that bore sharp yellow teeth beneath a set of dark red eyes. Addilyn grasped her rapier nervously, clutching it tightly in her hand. This was it, when the beast would lunge, Addilyn would strike, just like Franziska had taught her. Ease up! Don't let your feet stop! Keep a firm grip on the hilt! She repeated the words Franziska had yelled aboard the Natalya religiously. Weave, stride, strike, repeat! A dire wolf pup, larger and more ferocious than a mainland wolf, wandered into the light. Addilyn stared the beast down, rapier in-hand, ignoring the wetness growing between her legs. It’s eyes were red, a sign that it was berzerk, driven mad by the powerful magic of the red moon. The wolf snarled, bearing it's fangs, white breath filling the air as it sized up the young bard. Addilyn stood ready, rapier out in a defensive stance. She wasn't ready when the wolf leapt for her, launching itself on it's hind legs toward the bard. All she had to do was move to the side and strike the wolf with one attack, but she couldn't. The wolf moved quickly, faster than she had expected. In surprise, Addilyn was frozen, too sluggish to properly counter the wolf's lunge. She didn't even notice the wolf was already atop her, knocking her to the ground with force. She felt the warmth as her wet shorts pressed against her backside. It landed atop her, a beast of thick fur and a deathly stench atop her frail, frightened body. Addilyn used all of her strength to keep off the snarling beast that went for her neck. She wanted to scream but fear had grasped her throat. She was alone, nobody was coming, nobody had heard. This fight was her own. She had to think fast, something, anything to keep the wolf from her neck... and then she remembered; There was a last resort, one Addilyn did not use unless absolutely necessary; The cursed sign of Tsereteli was not something to be used with trivial intent, but she had no choice. Quickly, with a struggle to fend off the attacking wolf, she readied the spell, no, the curse. She felt a burning in her left arm as she channeled it, her palm grew as hot as hellfire. Time felt like it froze, the cold winter became as hot as the burning hells as Addilyn spoke the cursed incantation she so rarely cast: Signum en Lupus. She placed a hand atop the wolfs head and cast the incantation. The wolf stopped, growing passive as it’s eyes began to glow a bright gold; From a ravenous feral wolf to a timid puppy, the wolf jumped off the bard and whimpered, lowering it's head like a submissive child. She'd done it. “H-Hi.” Addilyn put her hand out slowly, letting the dire wolf sniff it. It’s tail rose and the wolf sat, tilting it’s head. After a second, the wolf rose to its feet and moved behind her, sniffing curiously around her wet shorts. “Ahh...hey, hey… You can’t do that to people. That’s not how we say hi!” She felt a flush in her cheeks. Gently, she pushed away the curious wolf, who’d taken a fondness in trying to sniff her backside. “Though you don’t see me as people, do you? You recognize me now… like this.” The dire wolf didn’t understand, it’s head tilted further. “You can’t stay here, the other’s aren’t like me.” The wolf did nothing, it sat by her side and yawned. A howl echoed through the trees, nabbing the pups attention as it’s ears pricked up. “Your family misses you.” Addilyn pet the wolf, smiling as she gestured back to the woods. As if it was a command, the dire wolf ran back into the shadows, vanishing into the night, back to it’s family. And now Addilyn had to face the cold, wet truth as she stared down at her soggy shorts. She sighed, frowning at the darkened fabric that clung to her body. I wet myself again… She tried to be brave, she really did, but it didn’t stop her. To Addilyn, this felt like a failure, she’d let fear get the best of her again. It reminded Addilyn of something Franziska had said just two nights ago. “When I went to... take a piss earlier, that thing, that portal that appeared, it caught me by surprise. Fear ran through me and before I knew it, I was so paralyzed by fear, that I was... pissing myself." Franziska had spoken so boldly, even for something so embarrassing she accepted that it happened, and that she was no weaker for it. "I saw that giant portal and those chains manifest from thin air, and stricken with panic, I couldn’t hold myself. So no it isn’t snow. I...fear-stricken...pissed myself.” Lying in that bed, that was the moment Addilyn had said she'd be better, that she wouldn't let the small things get to her. “Not this time…” Addilyn holstered her rapier and shook her head. Her heart was pounding, even in the cold she felt a sweat. “I didn’t run away this time, I didn’t cower, I held my ground.” Suddenly, she didn't feel so scared. A surge of bravery warmed her blood. The night did not seem so dark, the cold did not seem so chilling, the monsters around her did not feel so threatening. "I am Addilyn Tsereteli, wanderer of the Caravarni, and soon... the hero of Oldengrad." The bard got back to her feet. "The next time, I'll be ready." She headed back into the tavern, where a quick bath and bed were waiting.

Normally when I'm in the mood to wet (or mess,) I simply get into what I want to do either in and do it. Sometimes I plan in advance when I want to do it, but most often it's spur of the moment. Today, for some reason, I wanted to do a hold, despite the fact that I wasn't going to be alone for much of the day. Outside of my normal wake-up pee, I haven't visited the toilet at all while still drinking my normal amount. It's a much different experience, so far, let me tell you, as I never really do holds. I've felt the urge to pee for a couple hours now, and I'm still going on. I know I want this to end in a wetting, but I still have a few hours before I'm alone, so I'm going to have to hold on a bit longer. While still drinking normally, I wonder just how big this urge is gonna get. I've even started to feel the need to poo, so I wonder if I'm gonna mess when I finally give in to the urges. Anyhoo, that's what I've been up to today. Should I let loose when I finally get alone or should I hold on past that? What do you all think?

The Twelve Fanatics – Founding Day Hello everyone! With permission from Hikewe, I've decided to write a little story based in his The Twelve Fanatics universe. This game has been a particularly effective time sink for me, possibly the best since the likes of Wetters Taiken or Mojique. Ever since playing, I've felt compelled to contribute, and I decided to write this short fic as a tribute for a game that I hope to continue to be developed. Now, unlike the current mechanics of The Twelve Fanatics universe, I issue a fair warning that this story will include pee and poop desperation, and even some messing. I decided on this mainly because I really loved the idea, and from a debate in the comments thread for the game as to whether it should be included as a gameplay element. However, it is certainly not my intention to sway anyone's opinion on that, especially Hikewne's. I just like the idea of desperate anime girls and clenched butt cheeks. So without further ado, on with the story! -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter I: The Trek to Arcadia Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Needing 2 Lily Bladder – Needing Bowels – Needing 2 Hecate Bladder – Desperate Bowels – Desperate Aria Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Empty “C'mon Sol, just gimmie thirty seconds behind that bush over there, I'll be done before anyone knows!” The sun was just starting to set on the horizon on the evening of December 17th, 1964, a warm day for such a month, as Solveig Tveit, Liliana Seuhans-Gagliardi, Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, and Aria were traveling back to the capital city of Arcadia after finishing up on an assignment. The day was particularly special for the region's history, for it would mark the founding of the city exactly 500 years ago, the city celebrating each Founding Day with a massive festival with food, drink, dancing, and song. With the city being the nearest stop from where they completed their assignment, they had all decided to visit and join in on the festivities, Solveig still remembering the first and only Founding Day she attended years ago at the Capital, the bright lights and fireworks burned into her memory. Though the city was just a couple brief miles north, they would be far more brief if it weren't for- “Seriously, this coffee is going right through me, I already have to piss like a racehorse!” “Look, we both agreed that wouldn't be fair to Hecate and Lily. I have to pee too, but Hecate and Lily aren't going to do it unless they're bursting, and we don't want to rub it in their faces. Unless you're literally about to have an accident, I think we can wait a few miles.” “I am about to have an accident!” “...no you're not.” “Hmph...so I gotta nurse a pita fruit under my waistband cause they're too pee shy? Great.” Solveig would have chastised Aria for her callousness, but she had her own issues to deal with. Solveig was only telling a partial truth to Aria, she didn't have to pee at all, and in fact she had emptied her bladder earlier this morning while Lily, Hecate and Aria slept. No, her desperation was an entirely different animal as she gently pressed a hand to her tummy, which rumbled back at her: she had to poo, urgently. Maybe it was the nervousness of the mission they had just accomplished, breaking up that guild of thieves terrorizing both the Northern and Southern castle towns. Maybe it was the rations that they had been eating. But Solveig hadn't emptied her bowels in a good three days or so, and only today were they reminding her of their fullness. And this, rather than simply her concern for Hecate and Lily's desperation, drove her willingness to finish her business in a restroom, rather than outdoors. She had done such things during training, but never in front of her new comrades and friends, and she didn't want to be the first girl in this party to cross that threshold. Or at least, she wasn't desperate enough to do so. As she continued to massage her protesting lower tummy, Solveig looked up at Hecate and Lily, who were about 40 yards ahead. Though she couldn't be sure, she had a hunch she wasn't the only one telling a fib about only needing to pee. Solveig's hunch was, in fact, correct. Though her bladder was slowly becoming a more pressing issue, Lily's bowels were what worried her, constantly making their fullness known. She let out a soft gasp as she felt them clench, wishing that by some sort of divine miracle a restroom would drop out of the sky right in front of them all, but choosing a prayer more realistic, Lily chose instead to relax a bit, hoping that there was still some gas she could let out. As she did, Lily sighed as a silent toot issued between her cheeks, giving her guts a brief reprieve. But she knew it wouldn't last forever. “H-how are you holding up, Hecate?” “Oh I'm just grand, I'm absolutely bloody peachy, Liliana!” Hecate snapped angrily. Lily shrunk back a few steps in surprise and even a bit of fear, before looking away without a response, not wanting to irritate her any further. But after ten or so seconds of awkward silence: “...I'm sorry Lily, I didn't mean to snap, it's just that...by the Gods I need a toilet...” Hecate's cheeks burned as she said this. Even now, with all the time she had spent with Sol, Aria, and Lily, she always felt a flash of embarrassment when she admitted such needs. And she wasn't even getting started at the dark secret of the extent of her needs. Underneath her long, black dress, her bladder bulged against the waistband of her panties, filled nearly to capacity as she snuck a grab to the front of her dress, trying to give her muscles any assistance she could to the rapidly climbing pressure. Meanwhile, her bowels were clenching and kneading almost rhythmically now, loaded down with what days ago were field rations. Deep in the crevice of her pale bottom, her pink pucker twitched and winked as she fought to contain herself, even as her insides continued to coax her with promises of sweet, wonderful relief if she'd just raise the portcullis on her back gate and just let it all out. Though as she clenched up and issued her body yet another denial, her tummy reacted with an angry gurgle, the weight of her rectum's contents dropping down on her clenched anus like a massive battering ram, jarring a squeak out of her and forcing her to stop. “Hecate, are you alri-” FlrrrRRPT A blessing and a curse, on one hand the explosion that rang out of Hecate's rear gave her immediate, yet fleeting relief, and did not foul her panties or leave them feeling heavier. Nor did her bladder, jarred by the surprise of her release, decide to leak any of her waters. However, if Solveig or Aria hadn't heard her, than Lily certainly had. Beet red, Hecate turned to Lily, who had stopped beside her, feeling her own face go pink in vicarious embarrassment as she realized that Hecate, Princess of Kardia, had just farted in her presence. And quite noisily at that. “F-f-forgive me Lily! I-I didn't mean, it's j-just that-!” “You...you too?” Hecate cut her apology short when she heard Lily's much less...involuntary confession. “I...I know I said earlier that I just needed to pee, but I need to do...that...even worse-” This admission by Lily cut through the overwhelming embarrassment Hecate was assaulted with, and rather than feeling like curling up into a ball and disappearing off the face of Gaia, Hecate felt a genuine gratefulness to the archer. +10 Bonus Bonding points were gained by Hecate and Lily “Please Lily, I beg of you, don't let the others know, I-I can't bear anyone else-” “Don't worry, I'm embarrassed too, I won't tell anyone.” Though her spirits were lifted, Hecate couldn't deny it now, at least to herself, she was desperate at both ends. At this point, she might have asked the others to stop so she could find a spot to pee, but she couldn't bear the thought of all of them knowing that a Princess of Kardia needed to make what felt like a dragon-sized pile of leavings behind her where she would squat. Their proximity to the Capital only strengthened her resolve to simply grin and bear it. As they paused and redoubled their “defenses”, waiting for Solveig and Aria to catch up, Lily pondered asking her again, as she did earlier, if she would like to find a spot off the side of the road where she could relieve herself. Perhaps a part of her felt like if Hecate agreed, she would find it easier to do the same herself. However, knowing Hecate's refusal to take such measures in all but the most drastic circumstances, and knowing she'd be all the more adamant considering this was the brand of desperation she suffered from, Lily decided against bringing up this suggestion again. Instead, she offered her reassurances to Hecate. “Don't worry Hecate, Arcadia isn't too far, we'll make it-” Though it wasn't the first time Lily said this today, for the first time, she wasn't too sure she believed her own words... --------------------------------------------- Chapter II : At the Gate Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Desperate Lily Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Needing 2 Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Desperate Aria Bladder – Desperate Bowels – Empty One hour later... “Finally!” Aria and Solveig groaned in unison as they approached the gates of Arcadia. The sun had just finished setting, leaving a beautiful orange glow over the mountainside as the moon was growing more visible overhead. However, the scenery was the last thing on each girl's mind as they each fought their own individual battles. In the time it took them to reach Arcadia's gates, Solveig had grown quite desperate, her anus constantly winking back her load as she struggled against the tremendous weight bearing down on her ring, clenching her buns with each contraction of her bowels, coming one after another, and each stronger than the last. She was just glad that soon, a nice seat on a porcelain throne would be her reward. On the other end of the spectrum was Aria. She had long since crossed the threshold of where she would have ventured off into the brush to pop a squat, but only Solveig's insistence had kept her from going off and relieving herself unilaterally. As she squirmed, pretzeling her legs, she let out a low grumble of frustration at her predicament. Meanwhile, Lily's bladder had caught up with her need to poop, and even though her less animated nature hinted that her urgency was, overall, less than her friends, she still was relieved that they'd be reaching a restroom soon. By any visible measure, Hecate both looked, and was, the worst off of the four. Hunched over slightly, a hand between her legs and another over her constantly clenching bottom, she waddled precariously. Several times already, her load had attempted to force itself into her panties, her muscles weakening and her anus beginning to dilate very much against her will. Her iron resolve as Kardian royalty and her desire not to shame herself and her bloodline was the only reason she found the strength to force her backdoor shut. However, with each urgent contraction in her lower tummy that forced her to focus all of her concentration on not soiling her panties, her bladder would take the opportunity to force a dribble or leak out. Hecate shifted her thighs together, the gusset of her panties clinging wetly to her quivering lips as she felt a rivulet run down her inner legs. If she had simply had to pee, she would have run for the nearest tree or bush right now. But Gods...imagine if Sol, Aria, or Lily had decided to join her, and they saw her making her dung on the grass, it was unthinkable... As cold sweat beaded at her forehead, and another rivulet of her urine ran down her thigh, she was thankful for this long dress... As they approached the gates, deeper inside the castle walls, they saw fireworks shooting into the air, and hear music even through the thick walls and massive timber gates. “Looks like the celebration is already s-starting.” Lily said, her voice betraying her growing need. “Do you think the park restrooms will be packed?” Solveig felt her stomach drop, and not just from the weight in her bowels. Founding Day was one of the biggest festivities of the year for Arcadia, and the last thing she needed to deal with now was a queue at the closest restroom the could reach. “I hope so, b-but it should be fine! How bad could it possibly be?” Solveig truly hoped that her optimism was founded, as she approached the gate guards, flashing her badge. “Solveig, Kriemhild special task force, r-requesting permission to enter the Capital. And please hurry.” “Ah, you ladies looking to get in on the festivities too? You're in luck, thing are just ramping up in there! Just be sure to let the guys at the barracks know it's their turn to relieve us now.” Solveig shuddered and clenched her ass as the word “relieve”. She would have rather listened to any other word at the moment... As the gates slowly swung upon, the four girls were greeted by an absolute spectacle. It seemed every single person in Arcadia was out on the street. Concession stands were up and selling cakes and sweets, citizens were costumed and dancing merrily to the music that seemed to be pouring from the center of town, and every other person was drinking, laughing, and in good spirits. Even her memory of her last Founding Day didn't live up to the expectation of how massive this festival was. Pushing through the crowds, Solveig's initial hopes for easy relief grew dimmer and dimmer, but were utterly crushed, along with the rest of the girls, when they finally reached the edge of the park, the restrooms within sight. A massive queue seemed to pour out of the ladies room, and unlike the Gents, the queue seemed to stay stagnant as they approached. “How bad can it possibly be?” Aria hissed mockingly, before suddenly storming off. “Fuck this, I'm about to piss myself, I'll find somewhere else to go.” “Aria, wait!” Solveig called, but Aria soon disappeared into the crowd Aria has left the party. As Solveig turned back towards the others, Lily was still at her side, but Hecate was already halfway to the restroom queue, her awkward waddle betraying how badly she needed the toilet at the end of the line. “S-Sol, what do we do?” Lily asked worriedly as she squirmed on the spot, Solveig looking in the direction where Aria ran off to, and towards Hecate. “Aria should be fine, we should join Hecate. The Embassy restrooms will probably be even worse than this, the park restroom is our best chan-AH!” Solveig was cut off as the load she was holding descended, her pucker doming out as she fought off each wave of urgent, painful contractions. As she did though, her bowels nevertheless forced out a series of low, audible toots from her bottom as every last ounce of room in her rectum was forcibly appropriated for its more solid contents. As her face burned, she was about to offer an explanation to Lily, when she felt her hand taken by her and led to the restroom queue. “You're not the only one-” Lily stammered. “Lets just hurry!” Ten minutes have passed. As the trio waited in line, it indeed appeared that the queue was going nowhere fast, and they seemed to not be the only ones there who were desperate. In fact, when the line did inch forward, it wasn't because people were exiting the restroom. No, in fact the line only seemed to shorten when people simply left the line, without ever setting foot inside. Some did so out of frustration, grumbling about the state of Arcadia's public restrooms, but as Solveig watched, some left for much more dramatic reasons... ...like a young woman letting out a squeal of distress as she buried her hands under her skirt and ran off, her legs shimmering with her waters in the light of the moon, the fireworks, and the park's lamps... ...or a curvaceous mother in a skintight, body-hugging harlequin costume who was squirming frantically in line suddenly hunching over. Her hands on her plump belly, the seat of her brightly colored and patterned tights starting to tent out, before she too stepped out of line and beckoning her husband and two young children over. Solveig caught part of their under-breathed conversation as she waddled past, trying to act casually, but the children unable to help but giggle at their mother's curious and, in their eyes, humorous predicament: “Oh Gods, Halli I-I-I can't wait for this restroom, I'm s-starting to go in my panties-!” she whispered panickedly to her husband. “Ssh, just hang on and try and hold the rest Kara! The house isn't too far away, just act naturally! We'll be there soon!” “But I can't make it that f-far! N-nnh!” Solveig watched as the woman paused briefly, hunching over again, the tent in the rear of her tights suddenly ballooning and crackling out to a much larger bulge, her husband going wide-eyed and her children giggling harder. Clearly embarrassed, she waddled quickly towards the cobblestone roads with her husband and children in tow, the heavy bulge swaying between her shapely butt cheeks continuing to grow before they were out of sight. If she didn't want to end up like that woman, she had to do something. Taking a deep breath, fishing out her badge, and clenching up her bottom as tightly as she could, she turned to Lily. “Stay here with Hecate. I'm going to see what the holdup at the front of the line is.” “O-okay, just please, whatever you're going to do up there, just hurry!” Hecate just nodded, gritting her teeth as the urgency to empty her bladder and bowels came in incessant waves. This was it, if something wasn't done soon, her panties were going to be soaked and filled. One minute has passed As Solveig reached the front of the line, she flashed her badge again. “Alright, w-what seems to be the problem here, his line isn't moving at all!” Several women immediately, and pleadingly responded. “Two of the toilets are broken!” “The third one is being hogged!” “There's only one toilet for all of us!” After first calming down the women squirming for their turn, she turned towards the stalls. She would have given anything to just rush ahead and take one for herself, even the broken ones, but for now she could only control the situation and speed up the queue. Trying to use her authority to cut in line at this point could start a damned riot. Solveig stepped stiffly towards the stall containing the “toilet hog” and rapped sharply on the door. As rude as it was, Solveig had run out of patience. “J-just a minute! I'm a bit constipated!” a woman from inside called. “Listen here, there are dozens of women out here waiting patiently for their turn, many of them having accidents while waiting! By the authority of Kriemhild's security services, either you leave that restroom in sixty seconds, or I will personally kick that door down and drag you out!” Solveig regretted being so harsh, but her rant was greeted by cheers and whistles from the queued women inside the restroom. When the very embarrassed woman left the restroom, the queue's pace quickly doubled, but Solveig, wanting to minimize any more accidents, began working her way down the line, triaging the women she saw as she slowly made her way back towards Hecate and Lily. If she saw someone looking desperate, she'd move them further up the line, and if she saw someone starting to lose control, she'd whisk them to the very front. Meanwhile, Lily and Hecate watched as, for the first time, the queue began to move in earnest. Lily's heart leapt with hope, in the time they were in line her need to poo had increased dramatically, and she constantly had to squeeze and flex her bottom to keep her load inside. “H-Hecate! We're moving! We''ll be at the front in no time....Hecate?” Hecate did not respond, instead quivering where she stood as she brought both hands back to her butt cheeks, trying to squeeze them shut. Yet despite this, the powerful wave of pressure knotting her bowels was only weakening her grip, and horror of horrors, she felt her anus begin to fully dilate. Her face grew hot, sweat running down her brow as her load began to push past her defenseless cheeks. “Hecate, just a bit longer, the line is moving!” “Nnnn....nnngh...!” Instead of a sharp pain, or a dull, powerful contraction that would subside if she clenched hard enough, the urge that built up inside Hecate was one that built up to a tall plateau that didn't seem to taper off, an insurmountable wave that no longer accepted excuses or denials. No, it would keep building until it got a compromise. Despite Hecate's best efforts, it was simply too much for her as a foul spear poked out from exhausted, overworked anus. Groaning as she tried to fight it back, it only widened her further, stretching the Kardian Princess to her limit, before making landfall in the seat of her panties. Even then, her body continued to push rhythmically and involuntarily, inch by inch, feeling her underwear sag with the weight, before finally heaving the remainder of the log into them. Then, and only then did the urge finally grant her some mercy. Hecate stood there, panting, feeling the hot, hard pillar nestled against her rear. In the back of her mind, she knew, she felt, that there was much more inside her that needed out. But that was overshadowed by the mortifying realization: She, Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, had pooped in her panties. Lily watched the whole thing. Though her black dress offered a great deal of concealment, from behind, Lily could see Hecate's dress bulge out slightly from the rear. “Hang on Hecate! I'll get Sol!” Lily darted towards the front of the line. Solveig was midway between the restroom and where she figured Lily and Hecate would be, whisking another grateful girl to the front of the line when she noticed that she was starting to wet her pants, when she saw Lily running towards her. “Sol! You gotta come quick, it's Hecate, she's-” Lily saw some of the other queued women looking in her direction, and she lowered her voice appropriately. “Sol, she's starting to have an accident!” “Oh no...” Lily and Solveig made their way back to Hecate, who was right where she was previously, but at this point on her last legs. Her face was a brilliant shade of magenta, and the combination of her embarrassment and the fullness of her bladder was causing her to leak in panicked little spurts into her underwear. Trying her best to balance holding in her water and her dung, and losing both battles. “C'mon Hecate, I'll take you to the front of the line, I ca-n-nnnngh!” Solveig's desperate need to poo, though temporarily preoccupied as she took control of the situation with the queue, suddenly made their presence known with a vengeance. The urge came on suddenly and strongly, catching her completely off guard. “S-Sol!” Lily gasped as she watched Solveig double over slightly, putting her hands on her lower tummy, a rumble coming from it loudly enough for all three girls to hear. In training, Solveig had heard all manner of vulgarisms from her fellow trainees. One in particular that she learned, when a trainee was caught short and needed to unburden their bowels, very accurately described the state that Solveig was in at the moment. Solveig was touching cotton. Badly. ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter III: Salvation Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Leaking Lily Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Desperate Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Leaking Solveig remained rooted to the spot, her log halfway inside her, and the other half wedged between her cheeks and pressing against her panties. She dared not move. She dared not breathe. Gods, how did she get herself into this predicament...she could have just browbeaten Hecate and Lily to go in the bushes outside town earlier. Sure, she might have hurt their feelings, but at least they wouldn't be stranded in a glacially-moving queue, slowly soiling themselves as they fought the inevitable. Her mind raced, could she go to the front of the line now, and flash her badge to get herself a spot in the queue? No, the ladies she got to the front of the line would riot if she used her authority in such a way. She thought grimly that maybe she could get Lily and Hecate to the front, nobody knew they were members of the security forces as well. Meanwhile she would stay in line and...tried to prolong what at this point was most likely assured... They could all look for somewhere to go like Aria did, but with this crowd? There wasn't an alley or corner that didn't have another Arcadian citizen two feet away. As her log continued to push her panties away from her butt, Lily stood by helplessly, getting a feeling that at this rate, she would be next. However, when all seemed lost... “Hecate! Lily! Sol!” Aria came sprinting towards them across the grass, panting softly as she stopped, shifting and crossing her legs. “Come with me! I've found a place where the four of us can go!” “W-what do you mea-ahhnnn-!” another wave of urgent clenching took Solveig's breath away as she fought to stay in control. Aria saw the state of all the girls, but homed in on Hecate. Judging by her appearance, she didn't have to take too many guesses to know what was happening under her dress. “Hecate, I know somewhere you can go, but you have to trust me.” “B-b-buh-” Hecate was on the verge of tears now, her bowels deciding that a taste of relief was not enough, as her pucker began to widen again. Hecate looked up at Aria. She always knew her as headstrong, crass, and even downright insensitive, but she saw a look of earnestness and concern in the Observers' eyes, something that she rarely saw. Without much alternative, Hecate nodded, unable to say much else, as Aria took her hand and slowly escorted her out of the line. Aria has rejoined the party! Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Empty “Lily, can you take Sol?” “S-sure!” Lily responded, taking Solveig's hand. “Can you walk?” “If I do...I...I might-” Solveig stammered. “Well you will anyway if you wait here, so come on!” Lily responded, with a rare hint of command in her voice. Despite it all, Solveig felt a glimmer of hope at whatever Aria had planned, and biting the bullet, willed herself to move. Inevitably though, her bowels protested as she walked, a twitch of her pucker causing the log to break off and settle in the seat of her panties. She felt the weight dragging them down while she walked, as she struggled not to poo them any more. Reaching a hand behind her skirt and lifting it a bit, she grabbed the waistband of her underwear, hoping she could make it to wherever Aria was taking them without her panties ending up around her ankles. The crowds thinned out as they reached a lightly forested area in the park close by, where despite the crowds of people meandering not too far away, at least no one could see them. But when they turned the corner around a thick patch of some bushes and trees... Several other women were dropped down and squatting down, relieving themselves. This didn't seem to faze Aria, as she brought them closer. “Apparently a few people back at that queue decided this was a better spot, and honestly I gotta agree. Now c'mon, pop a squat before some creepers walk up on us!” Solveig, despite the prohibition on public urination or defecation inside the walls of Arcadia, was no longer in any position to argue. Nor could she judge any of the strangers before her, none of them looking like drunken revelers, rather just desperate women who'd needs become too great to wait anymore. She could hardly cite them, since in a moment she was going to join them... Walking stiffly towards a tree, where another woman was squatting, she hiked her skirt up, fumbling with the waistband of her panties before yanking them down, and dropping into a quick squat at last. “Ahhhnnnngods....!” An almost erotic groan of relief exited Solveig's lips as the remainder of her first log slid out to the grassy ground below, joining the other half that had rolled out of her panties as she squatted down, and she was soon joined by Lily, who after overcoming her initial hesitation, squatted down and herself let out a sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and bowels next to Solveig. Solveig's leavings were soon joined by a second log, and she was halfway through pushing out a third when a voice next to her spoke up. “Oh dear, you too?” Solveig looked to her right and saw the squatting stranger nearby. It was the curvy harlequin mom from the queue earlier....Kara, she believe her name was, in the middle of finishing a poo that, from what Solveig could see, ended up mostly in her panties and tights before she could get them down. She was panting softly from either relief or exertion. And her face was pink and dewy, from either exertion, or more likely, the current state of her bottomwear. “Hnnh....d-don't be embarrassed sweetie, I started f-hnnkhh-filling my panties in that dreadful queue too, I couldn't even make it home! If it weren't' for this, I'd be in an even worse ssshnn-state than I am now-” “H-hah-t-thank you...” Solveig replied breathlessly. She didn't know what else to say, too lost in her relief, and pushing out the remainder of her poo, to contemplate much else. When she looked down, she noticed that, thankfully, her panties were still quite clean. A small skidmark here and there, but this would be bearable for now, and was certainly much better than Kara would have to deal with... “Are you here for the festival too? If you'd like, you can freshen up at my house. It's probably less crowded than the inns in town right now.” Solveig thought for a moment, she did like this idea. “...y-you know...sure, I...I can take you up on that! What do you think Lily?” “Mmmhhh...” Lily, on her left, was lost in her own relief, a significant pile behind her ass as a hissing stream issued between her thighs to the grass below. “Just...give her a moment.” Meanwhile, on the other side of the patch of bushes, Aria and Hecate were facing one another. Hecate's hands were planted firmly on the sides of her bottom, squeezing for dear life. If she let go, she was certain that the contents of her bowels would come spilling forth with hopeless abandon. “Alright, just lift up your dress and-” “A-Aria-!” “Seriously?! Look Hecate! I am literally b-bursting at the seams right now, and I still came back to you when I found this place! If you give me that r-royal froofy 'I'm too good for this' nonsense, I am seriously gonna-!” “A-Aria! H-help me lift up my d-d-dress! N-now! I-I-I can't-” Aria blinked for a few seconds as she processed the request. “...oh! Yeah sure!” Kneeling down, Aria began to lift Hecate's dress up to thigh level, her eyes widening when she saw the true extent of her desperation as rivulets of her waters raced down her thighs. The sight of this only made her own bladder contract sympathetically, and though she'd only lost a few leaks before now, the sight of Hecate starting to lose control like this was causing her to squirt in her pants. Despite this, she steeled herself to follow through. “O-okay, when I pull up your dress, you yank your panties down and s-s-squat. Ready?” Hecate nodded frantically, her whole body ready to give in to her urges with relief at hand. She was so close, but her bladder's frantic spurts began to merge into one long hiss, and another log began to push its way between her cheeks, threatening to overload her panties- “....NOW!” Aria yanked up Hecate's dress the remainder of the way, Hecate letting go of her bottom and grabbing her panties, yanking them down while quickly dropping into a squat. Nothing. No fine wine, no fine food, no fine men...no mortal pleasure on Gaia could match what Hecate felt at that moment, squatting down just as the floodgates opened and the avalanche began. A dull thud could be felt through the ground as the first log she lost in the queue hit the grass below, another log spilling forth atop it, followed almost immediately by a powerful, angry hiss of her water gushing between her legs. Aria, meanwhile, losing control of her own bladder, frantically undid her pants and dropped into a squat next to her, letting out a groaning sigh of relief as she did, her stream exceeding even Hecates. “AH-ah-ahhhnn....” Hecate moaned as her wastes continued to pour forth, no longer caring who saw, who judged, the relief taking her in blissful ecstacy. But, after what seemed line an eternity, the two finally finished, panting side by side as they remained squatted. Before them, their urine had flooded the grass with a shimmer that looked as though a heavy rain had passed recently. Behind Hecate, there was a pile that, as she saw her leavings and laughed at the absurdness, perhaps could have been mistaken for a dragon's! “Hahhhn...you...you came back for for us? E-even though y-you-” Hecate avoided the rudeness of gesturing or pointing, but she was referring to the sodden state of Aria's panties, not to mention the significant wet patch between the legs of her pants. She had not lied, she did go back for the others before tending to her own needs, even at the expense of her clothes. “H-heh, l-lets just say I got a conscience when I saw you guys from here~” Hecate took Aria's hand as the fireworks of the Founding Day celebration exploded skyward, cheers ripping through the crowds in the street. Though the Observer got on her nerves to no end...at the moment the Kardian Princess could think of no better person to trust at her side as she did something as private as what she had done. “T-thank you Aria...” +75 bonus Bonding Points were gained...

Hey guys, I’m thinking of doing a story of a female celebrity peeing themselves but I can’t think of one so can you give me some ideas of who to do?

I completely forgot I had a Omorashi account, so here is my thisvid for people that are interested. If you want me to make a story out of my videos, let me know!! Plz.

Hello, I'm working on a fantasy game that I'm making and I wanted to share this with you. It's basically a wetting animation for whenever the women wet themselves in game. This particular character pictured is pending, meaning that she may or may not be in the game. I'm somewhat satisfied with the result except for the puddle. Messing content is below, some in combination with wetting. I can post more pictures, since I got other if anyone wants more angles and views.

This thread is for requests for the omorashi and diaper fetish game dubbed Average Life. Here you can request to join development, share ideas, and maybe even learn about future updates. Be aware this is non profit game (not even ads) so if you do ask to join development you will not be paid. Its only a hobby. Thanks everyone in advance for helping out~! (P.S, game is here)

So, this occured in the, well, fairly early in 1st grade, around September, so about a month after starting 1st grade at good old Saint John Vianney. After a quick, but hearty, breakfast of a bottle of milk, oatmeal, and, on the way to my school, some pancakes with patty from the McDonalds near my house, my mom drove me to school for the day. As it was a free dress day, I had traded in the khaki twill pants and polo of the usual uniform for a nice grey T-shirt, and a pair of those kid-sized blue jeans. That and some slip on sneakers. After a few basic activities, a few hours after class had started, so about ten thirty or so, our teacher announced Recess. As I went to the cubbies with classmates, and squatted a bit to grab my Batman lunchbox, I felt this shifting in my gut. It was at that point, as I was zipping up my backpack, a Spiderman themed one if memory serves, that I realized I hadn't had my morning poop at that point, and the food I was digesting was only adding more fuel to the fire. Now, for those of you who've read my experiences in the past will wonder, why didn't I use my diaper. Well, two reasons, after being dropped up, and quickly taken to the bathroom for a quick pee, my mom had changed me out of my diaper, which had caught most of the pee that had slipped out while making my way out of the car and to the bathroom closest to my class, as I didn't have any spares left, and she hadn't had time to buy any at say, Toys R Us (RIP), and even if we had time, there really weren't too many stores in between my house and SJV on the usual route that would sell diapers, as most of the stores we passed were convenience stores, which from my experience don't really sell much outside of food, basic medicines, and like, paper towels and barbecue supplies...oh, and booze. Anywho, still a bit peckish, and not really feeling it was too urgent, I simply clenched and made my way outside. Sitting down, applying pressure to my sphincter, on a nearby bench, I let out the occasional toot, as silently as I could, and began eating the crackers and cheese I had been packed, washing it all down with a bottle of Pediasure. It was at this point I began shifting a bit as my need to poop slowly increased. I had moved from the bench and began playing a game of hide and seek around our designated area with a few of my classmates. It was around the time that I moved under our playground equipment to hide did I not only faintly hear the seeker, I forget who it was, close to finishing their count, but also my need to poop was at critical levels, as I could already feel the head of my poop turtling its way out of my butt. So, I did was I had to to both get privacy to do my dooty, and hide from the seeker. Squatting beneath the shaded and shadowed slide, the sloped one rather than the curved, I simply began pushing out my poop, thankfully all solid, into the seat of my pants. It wasn't too much, but still. As I finished up, and making sure the seeker wasn't positioned where they could spot me, I pressed my legs together, and sprinted as normally as I could to the nearest bathroom. My gait was a bit more slower as, while I was used to the bulk of loaded pants, said loaded pants would often have a diaper beneath them. After I got into the bathroom, I went into the closest stall, and undid my pants. Carefully picking them up, I overturned the poop into the toilet. Grabbing a few pieces of toilet paper, and making sure no one was coming in, I walked my bare for the waist down butt to the sink, and dampened the toilet paper. Making my way back into the stall, I began cleaning up the butt of my pants, which thankfully only concluded to a skid mark and a few specks of poop, and my butt, flushing the towels and feces down the toilet. After a bit more time to let it dry for a bit, I pulled my pants up, and went on my way.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." -Jane Austen Wáng Démíng was such a man, and he felt he might get his wish granted. China's gender imbalance meant that it was difficult for many men to find a wife, but not Wáng Démíng. He was strikingly handsome, and the heir to a major corporation. He was also a pervert, which would be a minus to some women and a plus to others. He loved dominating women, tying them up and forcing them to orgasm, making them call him master. But most of all, he loved omorashi. He loved the humiliation of taking a dignified young lady and watching her vainly struggle to maintain her dignity before succumbing to her urges and soiling her knickers at last. It was the ultimate erotic humiliation. Unfortunately, while he always kept his sex acts consensual, many young ladies otherwise eager to marry him were put off by his depraved urges. Perhaps, he figured, women raised in a totalitarian state were too used to real oppression to enjoy the sexual version. Perhaps he should look abroad. So look abroad he did, and he found Emily Ford, an aspiring young model from Britain. She was an elegant young lady as tall as he was, with her blonde hair in a ponytail. She seemed like the type to marry for money, and being a charming, albeit depraved, rogue would certainly help to seduce her. So they agreed to meet for a date. He would pay all expenses, and she would satisfy him...and hopefully he would satisfy her, too. Emily thought she was the luckiest girl alive. A glamorous foreign businessman wanted her, and he was handsome, too. He'd paid for a first class flight from Britain to China, and was going to let her stay in his luxury apartment. She knew there was obviously going to be a sexual price for this, but it wasn't even a price. He'd sent her shirtless pictures, and her legs trembled already. She was basically getting this for free. She looked at herself in the mirror. In her shirt, jacket, knee high boots, and little black miniskirt, she looked irresistible. There was just one issue. She hadn't done a poo for days, and she was feeling pretty uncomfortable. She'd tried drinking more water and even taking laxatives to shift it, but it hadn't quite worked yet. As the aeroplane came in to land, she felt it might have finally started to work. She could probably poo now, if she was allowed to leave her seat. But she wouldn't want to leave him waiting once the aeroplane had landed. She sleekly walked down the staircase from the aeroplane, her hair blowing in the wind, and her skirt not due to being too short and tight. She felt very lucky in her choice of skirt today - a looser skirt would have been very embarrassing. But nowhere near as embarrassing as what she was going to suffer. Wáng Démíng was waiting in the terminal for her. "Afternoon, young lady," he said, in impeccable English. "You look stunning." He admired her fabulous bare legs and slender, curved figure. Emily felt a pang in her gut. "Yeah, I do," she said, blushing. She needed to go, but she also needed to make a positive impression on him. Dashing off for a poo wasn't the way to do that. "I'll take you to my car," said Wáng Démíng. Emily followed, her boots clacking on the floor. Wáng Démíng's Porsche was waiting outside. The driver looked at his new girlfriend. "Fucking hell, she's hot," he said in Chinese. "How much did you pay for her?" "Just the cost of the flight," said Wáng Démíng. "Don't get any ideas." "I won't," said the driver, wondering if he'd ever get someone remotely like that. Wáng Démíng and Emily got into the back of the Porsche and fastened their seat belts. "Traffic's bad today," said the driver in Chinese. "It'll take a while to get back." "Traffic's bad today," said Wáng Démíng in English. "It'll take a while to get back." Emily felt another pang of distress. She really had to poo. But she obviously wasn't going to admit that. "All the more chance to see the scenery, I guess," she said. The car left the airport and soon entered the mass of traffic. Emily fidgeted awkwardly in her seat. She should be enjoying this adventure, but all she could think about was how badly she wanted to poo. How badly she needed to poo. She looked around for any places to stop. But she couldn't admit she had to poo. She had to make a good impression. She had to be as dainty as the Asian girls he was used to. Wáng Démíng was good at detecting when girls had to go, and he was suspecting it with Emily. He wasn't sure enough to start getting hard, but he was getting little twitches. He watched her sweat and shift in her seat as they made small talk about how nice it was to be there. Perhaps he would have a little fun with her. He wouldn't forcibly stop her from going, but he could...discourage it. Put her off going just a little too long. Emily was increasingly struggling not to fart. It would take the pressure off her gut, but she couldn't stink up his car. And what if she followed through? It didn't bear thinking about. She just had to endure it. She rubbed her legs and prayed the journey wouldn't take too much longer. But it did take longer, and longer, and longer. And the poo was pressing harder, and harder, and harder. Those laxatives were finally taking effect, hours after they were supposed to. Painful as it was, she wished she could have stayed constipated a little longer. She hadn't needed to poo this badly for as long as she could remember. But she had to stay strong. If she pooed now, this would be over, and she'd be sent back to Britain in disgrace, having disgraced herself. It was so tempting to just poo and let it out. But that simply wasn't an option. "How much longer is it?" she asked, obviously anguished. "Who knows, in this traffic," said Wáng Démíng. "Maybe another 20 minutes." Emily gulped. 20 minutes. 20 minutes of increasing pain and pressure. She could hold it. She had to hold it. There was no choice. Wáng Démíng knew she was bursting, but he wasn't going to mention it yet. He tried to hide his growing erection a little. She didn't seem to have noticed. She was too focused on desperately trying not to poo. About 20 minutes later, the car finally entered the parking lot of Wáng Démíng's deluxe apartment building. Emily sighed in relief. If she really, really clenched with all her strength, she might make it to his toilet. Maybe. She tried to get out of the car as gently as possible, to avoid slipping a fart. She tried, but she failed. As she got up, despite her greatest efforts, a loud fart blew out of the back of her skirt. "Oh, I'm so, so sorry," she said, blushing deeply. "I have to use the toilet, now." That was an understatement. She had to grab her bottom to stop the poo pushing out. It would be so tempting to just let it slip, but she couldn't. She couldn't. "Bloody hell, that stinks," said the driver in Chinese. "At least she waited to get out of the car." "I always take the stairs up to my apartment," said Wáng Démíng, truthfully. "It's good exercise." "What floor do you live on?" said Emily, despairing. "The penthouse," said Wáng Démíng. "Please," said Emily, "I'm going to poo myself if we don't get up there now. Can we go up in the lift?" "OK," said Wáng Démíng. He'd play nice for a while. They walked to the lifts, the driver carrying their luggage. Emily squirmed and held her bottom. The poo was starting to force out of her anus, and she was barely pulling it back. She could just about make it. She thought. The lift doors opened, and they got in. Emily leaned against the wall and used every ounce of strength she could muster not to poo as it went up. It stopped on a floor partway there. An elderly couple got in, speaking to each other in Chinese. As the lift started to move up again, a surge of pressure pushed at Emily's anus, and she slipped another loud, stinking fart. The elderly couple frowned in disgust. "Those disgusting foreign girls," said the woman. "They have no manners." Emily couldn't understand them, but she knew they disapproved. Tears came to her eyes. She could not poo. That would be the ultimate failure. She had to be strong. But it was getting harder and harder. The poo was coming out a little further each time before she could pull it back. Soon it was going to pop out into her knickers and she'd start pooing her skirt for real. The lift finally came to his floor. She was on the edge of pooing her skirt, and she knew it. She could just barely make it. She staggered out of the lift, holding her bottom and grimacing in pain. "Now, let's see..." said Wáng Démíng. "Where are my keys..." He fumbled through his pockets, his cock rock solid from excitement. Emily leaned against the wall and squirmed. Relief was so, so close. But so, so far away. And she had seconds to spare. Wáng Démíng knew he shouldn't play stupid too long, and slowly put his key in the lock and turned it. He entered his apartment, and switched on the lights. "Now, young lady, let me introduce you to my apartment," he said. "I have to poo, now," said Emily, making a dash inside. Wáng Démíng grabbed her arm. "Excuse me," he said. "I have house rules. No boots inside. Take them off." "But...but I'm going to poo myself..." said Emily, starting to cry. "Take your boots off, and then I'll show you the toilet," said Wáng Démíng. "I'll poo if I squat..." she said. "Well, it's that or poo your skirt outside," said Wáng Démíng. "You're not coming in here with those boots on." Shaking from the exertion, Emily squatted down to remove her boots. As she did, the poo she had barely contained finally dropped into her knickers. With a loud, squelching fart, she started to poo her skirt. Days' worth of poo forced through her fatigued anus and filled her knickers. She finally stopped her futile resistance, and the poo squelched out of her knickers and stained her legs. The stench was incredible. She sobbed like a little girl as she removed her boots, and traipsed, defeated, inside the apartment. "Please stay outside," said Wáng Démíng to the driver. "Things are going to get a little personal in here." "I'm not staying in here with that smell anyway," said the driver. Wáng Démíng took the luggage inside, then removed his shoes and shut the door behind him. He then undid his flies and revealed his huge erection. "Now, young lady, let's see under that skirt of yours," he said. He pulled up Emily's skirt to see the filthy carnage underneath. "Now, how do you feel about sex?" he said. "As you can see, I'm an absolute fucking beast right now. I love it when girls get humiliated." "Um...OK..." said Emily, not sure of what to say. "So this didn't ruin our date?" "No, it made it," he said. "Come on." He let her into the bathroom. "Now, are you definitely OK with this?" he said. "I guess..." she said. He tugged her knickers down and put her in the bidet. The water jet cleaned the filth off her bottom fairly quickly. He turned her over and looked again. Clean as could be. He got the lubricant out of the cupboard, and started rubbing it into her anus. "OK, so I'm going no condom here," he said. "This is going to be quick and rough." Emily just didn't know what to say. She felt his cock pushing into her bottom, not as rough as she was expecting, but firm. He only took a few thrusts to come and fill her bottom up. "Sorry, I have no stamina with things like this," he said. "It's just so sexy. Now, come on, let's get showered." Emily was conflicted. It was incredibly lucking she'd pooed her skirt in front of a guy who thought that was sexy, but it was also a little unsettling. It was gross. But worse things happen at sea.

****let me know what you guys think and if you want me to continue in the comments.** CHAPTER 1 The funeral was for some old guy in the town that everyone knew. Even for those who didn’t, they recognized the face in the obituary and could remember the fella from town events over the years. Which is why his funeral was PACKED. A line of people dressed up in fancy clothes was outside the door, that lead inside, down a hallway (which created a crowd in front of the bathrooms) and into the room for people to pay their last respects to the man in the casket who laid dead with a smile on his face though. At least a hundred chairs were aligned in rows in front of the casket where people could sit for a while before they left. Ashely was a tall, tan school teacher with a swimsuit model body. Her long black hair graced over her shoulders, and along with her white heels she wore a dark, SHORT green dress. Her amazing legs from years of volleyball in high school and college made calfs no guy could look away from. As she paid her respects and gave grace to the family, she knew her family would stay a while so she sat down. It did not take long for a cute guy to sit next to her (hitting on someone at a funeral…what has it come to?) but as Ashley smiled, trying to enjoy the company, the three bottles of water she had during her workout were fighting to get out of her bladder. She crossed her delicious legs tight. Liz was a blonde girl and with her dark hair friend Avery. Both had their hair in ponytails, but wore different outfits. Liz had black nylons over her nice legs with meat on them with her gray mini skirt. She wore a purple sweater over it. Avery got more casual sort of when dressing up. She wore a blue dress shirt, black nylons that left her ankles and feet exposed (she wore dress shoes over them) and each girl held their hips and squirmed back and forth, as pressures in their bladders grew. Why did so many girls forget to pee before big events in which getting to a bathroom would be hard?!? Jamie had an athletic tan body as well, with long brown hair. Her black dress pants were tight with white lines for design over them, and wore purple heels that matched the purple top she wore with the top buttons opened. She waited for her friends to finish their respects. She asked, “Can we go now? I had to leave the office early, and didn’t get a chance to pee.” Her friend said, “Jamie you always have to pee. Cross your legs or something. We’re going to stay and talk to people. Next time drive yourself here.” Jamie, annoyed, stomped her heel on the floor making a clicking sound that aroused a couple guys (and one girl) nearby. Her tight, round butt had the pants ride up the crack just a little. She placed her hands against her crotch, and someone poured water from a fountain into their cup which made her desperation grow a tad bit. Just like all the other girls who were in their twenties, Felicia was as well, and very pretty. Short, skinny, but had some muscle, and wore dark colors. She had dark blonde hair that did not hand past her facial cheeks, black nylons on her legs, black boots, silver dress short that had short sleeves and went over the crotch, and a black jacket over it. Having sat for a while with her uncle who ran the funeral home and was working that day there, waking up and showing up late, Felicia barely had time for a shower let alone a pee. Felicia sat with her hands in her lap, and barely felt the urge to pee. She was mostly just bored and wanted to get up. So she said she was going to the bathroom. There was no work to do at the moment. When she got there, she grabbed the door handle, but it wouldn’t turn. She knocked, but heard nothing. She figured someone was just taking time. Damn place only had one bathroom for women, and another for men. Felicia leaned against the wall, hands in pockets, one leg stepped back against it, whistling as she waited. With the water fountain nearby, people poured water into their paper cups and the stream made her pressure increase a little as she felt a couple small, but sharp pulses in her bladder. “Can’t this chick hurry up?” she said to herself. Eventually, Avery and Liz lined up behind her, still moving their hips back and forth. Ashley showed up not long after (having told the guy she be right back) and Jamie, who probably had to pee worse than all of them, felt a pulse rage inside her bladder that was hot and sharp every other minute or so. She was annoyed four people were in front of her, tossing her arms in the air like, “Really?!?” She tapped her heel, arms folded across her chest, and the girls waited. LINE (front->back): Felicia, Avery, Liz, Ashley, and Jamie. (Felicia is in front, just to make sure 100% clear) TO BE CONTINUED….

*Authorized Access: Hello, xError_MissingName here. I will be your conductor for the orchestration of the events you're about to see. From your point of view, the world you're about to witness is a futuristic version of your own. This here is miss Yenesis Heaven, an A-class android. She's 22 years old, brave, and unmistakably beautiful. She is inorganic in her left eye, her breasts, her left arm, her right forearm, and her lower legs. The augmentations have given her many useful abilities and even more potential for upgrades. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's see her. She has fair skin, a beautiful face, short white blonde hair in a bob cut that covers a bit over her left eye, a toned but feminine body, a pair of C cup (but adjustable) breasts, a healthy bottom, and a pair of womanly legs. Her pores are slightly augmented to produce a nutritious, anti-aging clear liquid that enhances cellular reproduction by eliminating cell senescence. The pores on her face can also auto-generate her makeups as well as remove them. The internal workings of her body has similar enhancements to her skin. I tell you all this now because it explains why you'll see her consume much more food and water to run efficiently and survive. In this dreamscape, we have all of time itself. But her journey must start now. She must find purpose in her new life as an android. Feel free to give us some advice. Because when she sleeps... I'll return. ***** ***** Authorized Access Only ***** ***** Checking Subconsciousness ***** ***** Checking Consciousness ***** ... ..... ....... ***** Identify Confirmed ***** [Yenesis Heaven] My eyes open. I see a ceiling fan going around and around. I'm laying in my bed, snuggling under the blanket. This dark brown room stinks. One source of light beams through a broken window cover while the other blinks on and off in my bathroom. Did I forget to turn it off? ... I feel the now common pang in my bladder. It's irritating but something must be done about it. I cross my legs under the blanket. Turning on my side, I slide a hand down there as well. Squirming only as much as I need to, I try to clear the grogginess by sleeping in just a bit more. I try to relax. My body stops and I can feel the weight of my bladder. Sigh. Why do I even care anymore? Who's here to judge me for pissing in my own bed? I start urinating with my eyes closed. The stream hits my wrist before running down the side of my thigh. Piss pools around my bum and starts to spread on the mattress sheet. Good thing I went to bed naked, I guess. Tomorrow I'll move on from here. The abandoned building vibe gives me shivers... that or the warm lake I just made by doing my business in the sheets. The blanket caught it too. Now I regret it. The relief is appreciated but now, reality hits: I just pissed myself in my own bed. I already can't recall the logic that was going through my brain but, carefully, I push myself up off the crime scene, pee dripping from my thighs into the dissipating puddle. The smell makes it even more embarrassing. I throw the blanket over the spot where I laid. I walk into the bathroom. I still have to go. I sit down on the toilet and relax. Now I have to remember where I put my clothes. ... They're in the bedroom, of course. I finish and wipe myself with my bare hand because there's no toilet paper in here. I walk over to the sink and twist the facet. Nothing. I move over to the tub to try the shower. Nothing. I hate this place. I move back into the bedroom and wipe myself down with the dry spots of the blanket. I dress myself into my pair of shiny silver briefs and bra, my pair of tight black pants, my black tank top (that shows off the edges of my bra), and my black sneakers. I don my grey baseball cap and turn on some makeup for myself. Why not? Now it's time to find something to eat. ... I walk down the stairs with echoing steps. The silence really bugs me. I feel a tinge of fear running down my spine as I make it out onto the empty street. If I remember correctly, there's a bar northwest of here. Maybe I'll find a job there too. But first, I have to walk. ... My thighs and bum feel a bit sticky. Gross. The bar is right in front of me. The street here is a bit dirtier and feels more lived on. Noises of the bar's patrons tell me that I'm safe to enter without drawing too much attention to myself. I walk inside. A colorful palette of neon colors greet me along with the sight of a dozen and a half patrons drinking and talking among themselves. Only the bar owner pays me any attention. I walk over to him. The man is rather large in a bulky, strongman way. He has an eyepatch over his left eye and a cigarette on his lips. He's got a full beard that looks to be still growing on him and a buzz cut head of dark hair. Auto-analyzing his profile, he should be around his late forties to early fifties. Even though he appears younger, he's augmented just a bit. He seems nice though, maybe he'll see me as the same. "Hey there, you want a drink?" He says. A drink? At this early hour of the day? "No, thanks. Do you have something to eat?" I reply. "Sure, what do you want? I've got rations, soups, bread, sandwiches, burgers, and fish balls." That's... a unique variety of food. "Um, how much for some soup?" "Wait a minute, young lady." Uh oh. "... You don't have any credits to your name." Crap, he checked my profile. "Can I owe you for this one? I haven't eaten since... days ago," I say to him. "Listen here, kid, I'll do you one better." ... Huh? "If you're willing to work, I'll get you some food. You are looking for a job too, right? No point in coming here, otherwise, unless you were banking on a stranger's generosity. Hah!" I nod my head. "Alright, so you're willing to work, yes?" "Yeah." "Good. Listen closely then, kid," he leans in. "I've recently received a shipment of some specialized beers and I need someone to deliver it. My usual driver yesterday got in an accident real bad and doesn't even lift a finger now. I need you to drive the truck that I have in the back of the bar to this address... here." The barkeeper hands me a chip. The location must be on it but... "Why the secrecy?" I decide to ask. "Because it's a specialized beer, see? Secret recipe. I don't plan on living in his dump for any longer than I have to and that beer is going to put our name on the map. I need you to deliver it to where my people are so they can spread the word and product. Do what you're supposed to and I'll even pay you, yeah? But don't open up the back of the truck, understand? Or else you'll ruin the refrigeration." Sounds doable. "Yeah, alright. Can I get something first though?" "Oh yeah, here," he hands me a key. "Again, the truck's just 'round the back." "... I meant some food." "Oh, that's right. Early payment for you, I guess. Now, what do you want?" I order a soup and a few sandwiches and start eating. Everything tastes alright but I'm in no position to be a critic. I quickly chug down a few glasses of water before heading out. Stuffed, I make my way to where the truck should be and find a monstrosity in its stead. The supposed delivering truck is a safety regulation gone out the window. Sigh. No complaints though. A girl's gotta eat. I climb into the truck and start it up. I implant the chip into my arm and it gives me some coordinates... twelve hours away. Motherfucker. Yet... I'm also in no position to bargain. It's just time to drive. ... Five hours on an empty desert road and I'm beginning to feel like shit. The air conditioning doesn't work, the sun is right in my face, and I actually have to take a rest stop. I feel my bladder aching in defiance against my rubbing legs. This time, I'm NOT pissing all over myself. At any point on the road, I know I can simply stop for a quick break. But I'm just as stubborn as my bladder. I'll not stop if I'm not asked nicely or, in other words, if it doesn't stop wrecking my nerves and making me look like an un-potty-trained six year-old who constantly has to pee every few hours. Grumble. Great. But not great. I have to poop. An immediate pain grips my stomach as I instinctively bend forward and clutch it with a free hand. I could feel the intense pressure building up, calmly but menacingly demanding me to let go. But all I had was soup and a few sandwiches. At most, it should've blocked my system... unless... the food was fucking dirty. Sweat begins to bead on my forehead where the sun couldn't manage before. THUMP. A bump in the road suddenly launches me off the seat for a split second. "Damn it!" I felt it, a jet of something warm running through my uterus. I bend straight back up and I could feel the full force of the pressure in the back again. Alright, time for a stop. I glance at the side view mirrors, holding on with a left hand buried between my legs and crotch and the elbow of my left arm trying fruitlessly to massage my stomach. For some reason, both sides of the road has a big enough ditch for the truck to get stuck in if I try to pull over. I grit my teeth. Through sticky strands of hair covering my face, I could see the end. An impossibly long stretch of extra rocky desert road. Worst yet, another truck is coming up behind me. If I jump out now, I'll piss immediately, with or without pants. "F-Fuck me... f-fuck it!" I groan, signal, and pull over on the side of the road. My right hand works to put the truck in parking with my left hand struggles to unbutton my pants. The hard stop gives the last push to break my control as the front of my pants begins to grow hot. I rush to quickly yank my pants and briefs down to my knees. To my horror, the flood doesn't wait before I can open the side door and hot pee shoots into the door's compartment. A bit leaks away from the main stream and flows onto my thighs before the leather seat. I finally open the door. "Haaahhh..." The stream soaks the ground with intensity, blowing up steam and the smell of hot piss. I hang onto the door with one hand while the other hangs onto the neck of the seat. My legs, stuck in a pair of briefs and pants, spread with little success to keep the stream from separating into smaller rivulets running down into my shoes. I feel my face grow hotter than before. A cramp suddenly drops me as I hit the gravel clutching my stomach with one arm. Seeing the oncoming truck with no chance of stopping, I feel my embarrassment grow to an unbearable level. I yank my underwear up... a bad mistake. The pee hits the material with its full force and causes the gusset of the briefs to dip before flooding completely, marking a dark but shiny spot on it. Groan. I can't pull my pants up or else I'll flood them too. I push myself to finish quickly while using the door to hide my flushed face from the truck that's coming up close. My embarrassment mounts as a sizable puddle forms beneath me because the ground can't absorb quickly enough. The truck stops. Its front doors open. Two men in black suits exit the vehicle, pointing their guns at me. "Freeze, freak! You're under arrest!" "Put your hands in the air!" It looks like they drive a transport truck for prisoners, the SSH or the Superior Society of Humans. It's no coincidence that they are here. Either they stalk this road, the barkeeper set me up, or both. In any case, I've been caught with my pants down... literally, and with one too many guns to even try to get away or disarm anyone. "Lay down, freak!" I slowly lay down on my stomach, pants down and wincing with every movement in a puddle of my own pee. Life... is a bitch.

(Well, this is just a random story I wrote. Been playing one of my OCs again and wanted to write something about them. Would do something a bit more plot and character related but…council. Art for reference: https://www.dropbox.com/s/10d4een7p5zzp35/The%20Red%20Knight.jpg?dl=0) The Red Knight(Whom I will often be calling Red for simplicity.) was nervous. This was her first attempt at leading herself. She and Robin were pupils to the master tactician Travis, part of his four person squad that served the Omega and his goals. Normally he lead lead the squad on missions, his powerful control of the battlefield keeping them all alive. But as one of his two tacticians in training, she had to learn to do it as well. At least she couldn’t do worse than Robin, she figured. The man had destroyed his foes, but his leadership left a bit to be desired. He almost seemed to delight in throwing his units in situations they barely escaped, leaving the unit with six heavily injured soldiers, two lightly injured, and only two healthy. Robin had done most of the work himself, his physical protection rather than guidance keeping the soldiers from outright dying. She promised herself she would do better. Today it was just her and the ten women that formed the mercenary group they were currently working with. Tyra, the elder blue dragon who opposed Tiamat for control of the chromatics, was off battling the mother of dragons. Her adopted daughter, Jill, originally Tiamat’s daughter and a massive red dragon who had taken the Red Knight’s master as her mate, was with her. She couldn’t help but feel jealous when she thought of the red. She had vied for her master’s attention before, but he did not seem interested in placing it on a student. Every time Jill kissed him, or greeted him with one of her powerful hugs, she burned with jealousy. All she got was friendly greetings and the usual advice. Pushing her absent companions out of her mind for now, she turned to face her squad. They were lined up, geared up and ready to go. Scanning down the line of mercenaries, Red nodded in approval. “Alright ladies, here’s the plan. Our job is to destroy the shadow sources so the Omega can hold the zone. We’ve done this before, should be a routine job. I’ll be leading this time. I may not do as well as Travis, but I’ll do a better job than Robin did.” At that several of the women grinned. “We’re ready when you are commander.” One of the mercs, Carissa, said. She was one of the more experienced woman, and wore heavy scale armor with a pair of battleaxes at her sides and long, light brown hair down to her shoulders. The Red Knight nodded and concentrated. Her mind washed over the team, and she could feel all of their emotions, all of their conditions. She was the battlefield. The team turned and vanished in one concerted teleport, appearing on a field of semisolid shadow. Three glowing nexus’s floated above the ground around the area, and a variety of shadow creatures already stalked the ground. “Go!” she shouted into everyone’s minds, and they were off. Red felt her chess pieces flood onto the battlefield, spectral images of herself in different uniforms standing guard over her teammates and flitting about the battlefield, shadows of glowing red energy. First, she took stock of all her troops. Carissa was at the vanguard, both axes drawn as she leaped upon a shadowy humanoid. Her axes tore into its essence with ease, the magical weapon tearing shadow like flesh. Right behind her was Diana, an exceptionally tall and supremely arrogant blonde. She wore heavy plate armor, but it barely seemed to slow her. “Try to keep up!” she shouted as she dodged past Carissa, bringing her greatsword to bear against the flank of a massive shadowy worm, a powerful blow driving into its flank. She could feel the warrior was…nervous!? and almost laughed aloud. Now that she was keeping everyone’s statuses, she could see Diana’s true colors. The warrior had already shit herself a bit as she waited for the battle to start, nervous about going into combat again after her serious injury under Robin. Stifling her laughter, she ignored the small lump in the blonde’s pants only she could sense and moved to the next merc. Alesha was next to engage. She held a broadsword tightly in both hands, studded leather armor showing off her curves while giving a bit of protection to complement her mobility, long red hair flaring out behind her as she moved. She danced between the legs of a Titanic shadow, blade cutting out again and again. Once again, the enchanted equipment had a noticeable effect, gashes tearing in the flesh of the shadows legs. It seems her attempts to hamstring it simply wounded it more, however. Anna spun forward after her, her glistening black crystal plate armor radiating fear, her brilliant red hair trialing out the bottom of her helm . It did little good against the shadows, however, and luckily didn’t affect her allies, so she simply resorted to bringing her massive hammer spinning around into the side of the nightmare worm’s maw, joining Diana in attempting to slay the beast. A trio of women were next. Cyan, Cyril, and Cyrene. They all had matching short black hair, and each wore matching chainmail armor, the links glistening mithral. The shortest of them wielded two daggers, one glistening with fire and the other with cold. The middle sister wielded two scimitars, both hissing with acid. The last had a pair of green, glowing arms sprouting from her side, the psionic limbs supporting a pair of dual wielded greatswords that crackled with lightning and thunder, respectively. They moved in unison, the Cyrene, who stood almost as tall as Diana, let the Cyril take her shoulders. Cyan leaped onto hers in turn, and together they launched the smallest sister into the air, sending her crashing into a massive flying shadow. Her daggers dug deep, and she pulled, the best careening towards the ground into the other two’s reach, and they fell upon it. Luna, an archer, stayed back beside the red knight, her white hair long down her back and her body protected by pure black leather armor, enchanted with stealth. It didn’t matter against the shadows, however, and she simply raised her bow and sent a shower of sparkling arrows flying towards another flying shadow, the trail a bright light in the darkness of the realm. A pair of blue haired mages brought up the rear. Both wore their dark blue hair long down their back, dressed in matching red robes and carrying matching black staves. Only their eye colors differentiated, Mina’s eyes a bright green while Mila’s were a light brown. They unleashed waves of magic over the mercenaries, hastening their movements before opening up with spells of light and fire, the shadowy enemies immune to the more effective methods of magical disablement, paralysis and mind control. She could also feel Mila was desperately full and almost groaned. The mage should have gone beforehand if she was so desperate. With everyone’s status accounted for, the whole train of thought taking only a moment, Red moved to engage. Energy flared to life around her, and her whole body glowed with red energy, her sword shifting from metal to pure energy in an instant. She advanced down the middle of the enemies, past her troops, and engaged another titanic shadow. Leaping into the air, powered by a flow of air, she struck its arm and cut clean through, severing the limb. She felt herself stabilize in the air, and rolled in midair, avoiding its other swinging arm. Pushing off of the air she lashed out with psionic power, a shadowy flyer coming at her falling to the ground in pain as she blasted it with a combination of psionic energy and magical fire. Feeling the rush of both magic and psionics flowing full force through her veins, she casually raised her sword and caught the nightmare’s returning arm on it, severing it off and leaving the creature armless. Spurring forward in a burst of psychic emery, she drove her blade through its face, the massive monster dissolving into shadowy essence. With her free hand she raised a shield of arcane energy, catching the powerful cone of icy death launched her way and absorbing it into more energy. Emboldened, she leaped for a worm, but it dived into the ground. Turning, she raised her sword high, and brought it down with a brilliant flash of power, red energy engulfing one of the shadowy nexus’s and obliterating it. Her attention was tugged away for a moment, however, and she realized the perils of maintaining a collective with a group of warrior women. Diana hacked away at the worm in front of her, Anna working on its opposite side and forcing it to keep turning in an attempt to catch ones of them. She was unprepared for the hand that reached down and grasped her. One of the giant shadows had flickered from its position across the shadowy field and appeared beside her. She felt her strength start to drain as its ghostly hand scooped her up in its giant grip, and she let out a scream of fear. Her body went limp and her bladder trembled uncontrollably, leak after leak of pee soaking into her undergarments. Dropping her greatsword, he quickly lost complete control, streams of urine soaking her legs and armor and falling from her, yellow streams cascading down from the giant’s grip. Red’s piece was there, however, and it phased through the giant’s hand, pulling her free and dropping her swiftly and safely to the ground. The giant tried to attack, but roared in pain as a prismatic beam slammed into its side, knocking it backward in a dazzle of rainbow energy. Her bowels were trembling but under control, though she barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief and get her fingers around the hilt of her fallen sword before she looked up and yet out another girly, fearful shriek. The maw of the giant worm she and Anna had been fighting was bearing down on her. It looked badly injured but it was still going to eat her. She let out a mewling whimper more appropriate to a scared little girl than to her massive frame and desperately threw her hands in the way as fear coursed through her. A lout pbblltt sounded as she violently shit herself, dark mush flooding into her underwear and then into her armor as her body forcefully expelled its waste. The smell and sound were both awful and unmistakable. Then end never came, however. Anna lunged forward, massive hammer cracking into the side of the worm’s head and sending it flying to the side, collapsing into a pile of shadowy essence and spiraling away. She turned to Diana, a slightly amused but sympathetic grin on her face, and held out a hand to help her up. Diana sniffled, wiping back the start of tears, and took her hand, letting Anna pull her to her feet. The black armored redhead patted the blonde’s back, and Diana composed herself to head back into the fray. The Red Knight could feel the fear flowing through Diana, the release of her control. It was all she could to do keep control herself, groaning as she doubled over and pushed a small lump of poo into her formerly pristine red panties. Steeling herself, she fought off the rest of the mental assault and lowered her connection to the others a bit. Preparing herself for further attacks, she stood up again, wincing as the lump of poo moved around in her panties. She turned towards the second nexus and sprinted for it, but a shadowy spider the size of an elder dragon rose up in her way, and she skidded to a halt. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a trickle of pee flow down her leg, this time not from someone else’s leak. Cursing under her breath, she watched as it raised its massive leg and took a swipe at her. She leaped forward, dodging the limbs blow and attaching herself to its side, running up the massive limb. When she neared the top, however, it brought another limb swinging up, and the spider’s blow hit her head on. The red energy around her flickered, her powerful barrier absorbing the blow. It faltered, but held fast, and the spider’s leg was deflected away with a screech of pain. The blow rocked her, however, and she could feel a distinct dampness in her panties telling her she had leaked more. Angrily raising her sword, she went straight for its head. Her pieces were still defending the squad, but her lapse in control spread like a wildfire. It was a result of the connection that they hadn’t expected, with both Travis and Robin being male and immune to the overactive bodily functions women suffered in battle. Mila suffered the effects of Red’s leak first, doubling over with a grunt as she pushed a log into her panties. Her desperation was too much to contain with the sudden urge to release. “Mila look out!” Mina shouted as a massive shadowy bird dived towards her sister. Mina tackled Mila to the ground, clearing her from the bird’s path, but its shadowy claws snatched her up. Her bladder was already eager for release and a golden cascade fell down on her sister as Mina was scooped up. Mila felt herself get thrown down and let out a pained sound, groaning as she pushed another log into her panties, involuntarily forcing more out with the impact. She was peeing now as well, desperate to get everything out. Her red robe was horribly stained, but she was shaken from her stupor when Mina’s pee soaked the upper portions of her dress. Concentrating, she forcibly pushed a third log into her panties, then looked up and cast a powerful spell, the shadowy bird turning to pure ice. Seeing that Mina was free, she bore down again, trying to finish wetting and messing her dress as quickly as possible. Everything pooled beneath her where she sat, and she realized this would be a bit too much of a mess for prestidigitation. Mina landed on her feet beside Mila with grace, her feather fall spell gently setting her on the ground. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at her sister’s accident. “I told you you should have gone beforehand.” She scolded. From across the battlefield she heard a massive roar, and turned bright red as she let out a fearful whimper and a blast of hot, liquid mess. The back of her dress darkened, and with the roar, Red’s influence, and the sound of her sister messing herself beside her, she couldn’t hold it back. Another wave of hot muck sprayed out, overwhelming her panties and dress completely and dripping down her legs. She held a horrified expression as a noisy fart escaped her, and then another, longer burst of diarrhea exploded down her legs, liquid poo puddling beneath her as she continued to helplessly shit herself. Luna ran, turning and firing a desperate arrow occasionally. With the others occupying the larger creatures, she found herself being swarmed by every single one of the tiny humanoids. Red’s chess pieces had intercepted many blows, but she had taken several, and she was getting tired. It seemed there was no end to these things. Suddenly, the swarm vanished. She paused, confused. Suddenly she heard a sound and turned. The whole swarm was behind her, using the same blinking some of the others had used. They were on her in an instant. She desperately removed her bowstring, slamming a few creatures back with her bow like a quarterstaff, but soon she was overwhelmed. She felt her essence start to drain into the shadow and panic completely overtook her body. She looked up into the eerily grinning face of a shadow and helplessly lost all control. Pee soaked her black leather armor, not very noticeable but leaving every inch of her bottom soaked. The back bulged out as a large lump of poo forced its way into her tight armor, then more and more forced its way out, spreading along the back of her tight armor like a pancake. Her bottom and legs were soon coated with pee and poo as she felt all light fading, the shadows taking her. Just as her consciousness faded, she saw a bright light pierce the shadows around her. Travis approached the fallen archer, smoking staff still in hand. There was no trace of the pure energy blast that had utterly annihilated the attacking shadows, but he still radiated an aura of power. Slinging the staff over his shoulder, he picked up the unconscious archer. “Just because I am not leading this fight does not mean I will allow anyone to be lost.” He said quietly, and vanished with a flicker of energy, taking the badly injured woman back to their base. The triplets were fighting the remaining big monsters, the other four split off to head for the last gate. The three of them worked in perfect concert, elemental weapons cutting down giants, birds, and worms alike. They seemed untouchable, any hit that broke through tier formation being absorbed by a one of Red’s pieces, their leader still watching out for them. They struck down the last monster with satisfaction, the three of them hugging one another as the last normal monster fades. Diana, Anna, Alesha, and Carissa joined together, cutting down one last worm from their path and heading for the last nexus. The last of the monsters fell behind them, and the Red Knight would end hers soon. As they neared, however, space rippled in front of them. A massive, six winged dragon, its head full of glowing red eyes and its mouth full of massive red fangs, tore its way into the demiplane. An aura of fear radiated off of it, and it let out a massive roar. Its arms moved in casting, and it lashed out at the triplets with a spell, then turned to face the terrified women before it. Diana had enough when the fear aura hit her. Pee she didn’t even know she still had sprayed down her legs at the sight of the dragon, and a fresh burst of waste pushed its way into her armor, spreading the mess even further down her legs and ass. Her legs trembled and she teared up, and when the dragon roared she fainted dead away, bladder, bowels, and bravery exhausted. Carissa faired a bit better, letting out a quiet whimper of fear and clamping down on her muscles as hard as she could, preventing a solid release. Her bladder, on the other hand, couldn’t be stopped, and her tight armored pants echoed with a hiss as she forcefully and fearfully emptied her bladder into them. She stood frozen with fear as she peed herself like a frightened child, whimpering. As the stream died down, the veteran fighter collected herself and advanced towards the massive dragon. Alesha clamped down on her bladder, forgetting about her bowels, the opposite of Carissa. She let out a pained, involuntary groan as the first soft mass pushed its way into her panties, quickly followed by a wave of brown sludge, then another mass and another. She trembled as Carissa did, shitting herself in terror. She was at least spared the childish whimpering thanks to her pained groans. When the dragon roared, her hold on her bladder faltered, and piss sprayed down her legs, studded leather darkening. She looked up, meeting the dragons eyes, and fell to her knees, helpless in the face of its fearsome gaze. Her bladder was going full force now, along with her bowels, and the stench was terrible as she emptied herself into her armor, entirely humiliated and helpless, unable to continue the fight. Anna fared better than her comrades, at least. Her armor reduced the impact of fear on her along with its other effects, and she leaked for a moment, the front of her panties dampening and the back of them browning slightly, but she held it together. Hammer in hand, she shook her head to clear it, then followed Carissa towards the dragon, hoping her other two companions would be okay. It swooped down to meet them, its shadowy form dwarfing them a hundredfold. It released a massive cone of blue fire, but a pair of Red’s pieces stepped in the way, the ones dressed as bishops, and they dispersed the fire to either side, leaving the pair unharmed. Anna could swear she heard a “Tsk” from the dragon. It descended, and its claws reached out, grabbing at the pair. Carissa activated her ring, and teleported out of the way. Anna tried to dodge, but there was no way she could. The claw was just too big. The dragon scooped her up, and seeing Carissa reappear, sent his massive tail spiraling towards her. She looked up too late, and it hit her full on in the stomach, and the rest of her really. The loudest fart yet was heard from the veteran merc as her mess was quite violently forced out of her. One instant her pants were clean, in another they were sagging heavy with foul mess. A full load, enough to make her armored pants sage with a bulge the size of a baseball or two, was pushed out in an instant. Forced by the impact and lubricated by fear, she humiliated herself in less than a second. She went flying across the battlefield, landing in an unconscious heap. Anna looked up at the dragon in horror as it drew her closer to its maw. She felt her muscles trembling, fear slowly gaining ground. As it opened its jaw her bladder opened involuntarily, and the inside of her pristine armor soaked through, the crystals lack of joints causing the pee from her impressive bladder to pool at the bottom of her feet and climb up her legs as she filled the inside of her tight armor with warm, liquid fear. As she entered the darkness of its maw, she felt the edge of a sharp tooth brush her and closed her eyes. Her stomach rumbled, and despite her best efforts, the shadowy, deadly feel of its tooth was enough. She pushed a wave of soft mess into her underwear, then another. More and more soft, firm mess filled her panties, spreading out and coating the inside of her armor in poop. She shook with fear until she finished messing herself, then wondered why she wasn’t dead. Opening her eyes, she saw herself outside the dragon’s mouth, and it was grinning at her. It gently set her down on the ground, and she fell onto her butt in a daze with a splat, only making the mess worse. What was going on? The three twins had just enough time to celebrate their victory before they were thrown into their own illusionary horrors. Cyan found herself in a pit of snakes. The effect was almost immediate. The youngest sister who had a crippling fear of snakes curled up into a ball and sobbed. She didn’t even try to stop herself as she peed full force into her chainmail skirt, soaking her panties and the cloth that guarded her legs from the mail, the puddle spreading over her and soaking her entirely as she hid in a ball of her own piss. Her bowels luckily didn’t hold much, and she quickly pushed a large stool into her underwear, but it was able to contain everything. Cyril found herself looking at a pair of skeletons she quickly recognized as her sisters. Tears stung her eyes and she rushed over to them. “Nonononono! I can’t be!” she whispered tearfully. When she reached them, she knelt down, and let out the loudest shriek of fear yet. The skeletons eye sockets were filled with spiders, her worst fear. Falling back on her bottom, she desperately scrabbled away, leaving a trial of pee behind as her bladder released into her panties and clothes. She managed to make it to the corner of the room, a large trial of pee showing her path across the room. She realized her butt was completely smeared with poop, having involuntarily released everything the instant she saw the spiders. Her capacity wasn’t much greater than Cyan’s but she had dragged it everywhere. Her armor would take hours to clean and her clothes were likely unsalvageable. But at least she was away from the spiders. Cyrene found herself facing her worst fear as well. She found herself in the water. She desperately tried to swim upwards, but her armor was too heavy. She tore at it desperately, but it would not come off. Her oxygen drained quickly with her panic, and soon she was choking, trying to scream as horror completely overtook her. She lost all consciousness as her bladder and bowels emptied at the same time, the water around her yelling and her soaked clothes staining. The back of her armor bulged out immensely, her garments unable to hold her considerable mess back, the clothes and panties horribly stained brown as soft mess drippled down the back of her legs. Back in the real world, the triplets were position as in their illusions, Cyan curled up in a ball, Cyril sat on her messy bottom, and Cylene laying on her back. Eventually, the illusion faded, and the younger two sisters woke to their unconscious and extremely messy older sister. They moved over to her, and with combined effort, lifted her. The Red Knight fought the giant spider as she felt her soldiers crumbling around her. Cursing silently in her head as her attention was drawn to a hundred different places defending them, she cut deep into the spider. The sudden release of so many shook her a moment later however, and she feel, clutching the bottom of her skirt in desperation and also to prevent it from flaring up. Another, slightly larger lump was forced into her panties, and she no longer had any concentration left. She wished she could yell at him, wished she could kill this thing and end it… The other nexus exploded behind her, and she resigned herself to focusing her attention on holding it and freeing the illusioned women. The now larger bulge in her panties was uncomfortable but she could handle it. Her spell carried her gently to the ground, and she banished the illusion on the triplets. She turned upwards, wincing as the spider advanced on her overworked form and raised a leg to crush her. A few streams of pee trailed down her legs, but she knew her ward would protect her. A moment later, however, the massive dragon crashed into the spider, sending it crashing to the ground like a collapsing titan and tearing into it with furious teeth, claws and wing buffets. At least he was helping now. Gathering herself, Red made her way to the last nexus, raising her sword and unleashing another pulse of red, pure energy. Corona, her sword, struck again, and the nexus shattered. The shadowy nature of the plane faded, returning to the harmless demiplane it had once been. Sheathing her sword, she let out a sigh of relief. “At least I made it through relatively clean.” She said aloud to herself. She was still shaky from everyone else’s release, but she had made it. “Boo!” she heard from behind her, and let out a loud squeak. Her weakened bladder gave out and a waterfall of yellow streamed down between her legs, soaking her red panties thoroughly and puddling beneath her, thankfully leaving her skit and legs untouched. Her bowels forced another lump into her panties, then another, and soon the bulge forced them out to their full extent, not quite enough to peak down below her skirt but sizable. Striking out behind her, she spun and punched the giant of a man standing behind her, grinning. Her fist, even charged with energy, didn’t seem to do much, but he winced, a rare sign of pain from the giant of a man. Somewhat satisfied, she growled at him. “What the hell was that about, Robin!? I had this under control, we had it won! And then you had to go and take out the rest of my soldiers!? Are you just jealous I was doing better than you!?” Robin couldn’t contain a chuckle, putting his hand on the average sized woman’s head and easy task for the seven foot tall half giant. “Perhaps. Perhaps the master just wanted me to amuse him.” Red blushed hotly, but she knew Robin was teasing her. He knew of her affection, and its lack of return. She didn’t need his teasing right now. Shaking her head, she retorted. “Maybe you just wanted a show. It doesn’t matter I suppose, as long as master realizes how well we would have done without your intrusion.” They both knew he didn’t interfere for his own desires. He was willing to amuse others tastes but he wouldn’t go out of his way for it. But it was the only defense she had. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go gather up the army that you threw all over the battlefield.” She added with a huff. Turning, she let out an eep as she felt Robin;s hands grab her legs and back and scoop her up. “Travis is taking care of that.” He told her. “I’m to take you back.” “Let go of me you big oaf!” she shouted in indignation, punching uselessly at his shoulder. He turned away from the scene and she slumped against his shoulder, basking in the warmth of his body as they left the cold, shadowy plane. “You did a wonderful job.” Travis told her, smiling. She had just returned from the plane with Robin, slipping out of his grip and going to meet Travis while the others cleaned up. She shifted uncomfortably in her messy panties, though she knew there was no trace of her accident visible. The energy around her kept the smell from escaping. She liked to keep her accidents secret, especially when they were intentional or prolonged. “You defended the squad in an exemplary manner, and still fought well yourself. You did, however, fail to keep Luna well-guarded. Dedicate someone to that next time, had I not interfered you would have lost her.” His voice was the same monotone no matter which part he was delivering, which was a bit creepy. “You did much better than Robin, at least. If not for his interference that would have gone off well. Congratulations, Red Knight. You have earned the right to lead your own squad.” Red beamed with pride. For once, she was flooded with happiness. This was her goal. She was affirmed as good enough, as strong enough, to be a commander in the Omega Watch. It was an exhilarating feeling. It was missing one thing, however. She wished he would reach over, grope her bottom through her skirt like he always did with Jill. Anything. But there was nothing but a sense of pride over her accomplishment, pride of her growth. Nothing more emotional than that. And while she was happy, excited, she was also forlorn. “Thank you, commander.” She managed, keeping her voice as formal as possible. Bowing her head in farewell, she left the room. Robin was waiting outside the door, joining her in her walk the instant she exited. “Jealous?” she asked. “Hardly.” Robin replied, rolling his eyes. “You were always better at leading. An exemplary performance indeed. Just one little flaw.” His hand reached under her skirt, groping her messy ass. “Pervert! Jerk!” she shouted, shoving him away and protectively covering her butt. He laughed once again, raising his hands defensively. “I was just pointing it out. None of your squad noticed.” Putting his arm around, her started leading her towards her quarters as she pouted. “I…think I understand how you feel. Sorry about that. Are you going to be alright?” She was silent for a moment. “I’ll have to be, won’t I?” Robin was aware of her longing, the only one here who was. He had comforted her when there was no one else, and while neither of them thought there was more than close friendship between them, she needed something to distract her. And often, he needed something to distract him. He had his own issues. “Just…maybe come with me, alright?” He nodded and pulled her close, petting her hair as the pair entered her quarters. He didn’t know if she meant as someone to cry on or for something more intimate, but he would support her regardless. Sometimes he wondered if his master knew, or cared. Of course he knew, and of course he cared. So what game was he playing? (If anyone is up for rping in this setting by the way I’d be up for it. PM, I have some ideas if you don’t. And of course, comments and criticism. My proofreading is lazy and my writing is shaky so I need all the help/support I can get. And I swear the other two parts of Kagero story are coming.)

So, the concept of enemas has always intrigued me as an ABDL. I've got pretty good control in real life, and I've not had an actual 'accident' since I was an actual toddler. Therefore, I'm fascinated by the concept of being unable to control myself and helplessly messing my padding. However, before any sort of 'play', SSC (safe, sane, and consensual) must be fulfilled. Consent isn't relevant since I'm doing this alone (although I may want to wait until I have the house to myself; my parents are aware and tolerant of my predilections, but I've not done anything like this before). That leaves safe and sane. For safe, is an enema something that can be safely performed alone? Is a drugstore-bought enema suitable, and if so, what kind (I've seen the Fleet enemas in my drugstore, but haven't looked at them in detail)? For sane, the question is, are enemas fun? If it's not fun and is going to leave me sore afterwords, there's no point. And if you have any advice on enemas (health, technique, pleasure, etc), feel free to share them.

The sun shown through the windows, lighting up Amy’s bedroom and slowly stirring her awake, still quite groggy from the night before. It was Saturday morning and she and her girlfriends really partied it up Friday night. “What did I do last night?” she thought as she turned her head to see what time it was. Laying in bed, her head pounding, she tried to piece together the events of last night. “I remember going out and having dinner, then hitting the clubs afterwards. But somewhere along the way everything gets a bit fuzzy. Did I really have that much to drink?” After a few moments of laying in bed, Amy noticed something odd. She realized that she had gone to bed in just her bra and her tight skinny jeans that she wore last night. But that wasn’t the odd part, her jeans felt wet. “I must have gotten so drunk that I passed out after taking my shirt off and wet my bed!” Too shocked to look, she just lay there and slowly moved her right hand down to her crotch to confirm her fears. Sure enough the crotch of her jeans felt wet. “27 year olds should not be wetting their bed! But I guess I was really drunk and didn’t wake up. Well, I better just get up and get myself and the bed cleaned up.” She pulled her blankets back, sat up and shuffled into the bathroom to take a quick shower. She reached to unbutton her jeans, but was stopped by what she thought was her belt. Looking down at her waist she couldn’t believe it. What she thought was a belt, was actually a small chain strung through her jeans like a belt and fastened with a small padlock. “Oh my God! What the hell is this?” Frantically she tried pulling it off but it was no use, she was stuck. Immediately she thought maybe one of her friends had something to do with it, possibly a prank or a drunken dare. Either way, she had to get it off, she was getting pretty desperate for her morning pee. In a panic she called her friends, but their memories were also a bit fuzzy, and she didn’t really want to get into much detail about her embarrassing predicament. After some conversation and trying to remember what happened, one of her friends did mention that she did remember Amy getting a ride home with someone else that she hooked up with at one of the clubs. “Oh crap!” She thought, “What if this person, whom I don’t know, or even how to contact has the key to this lock!?” Amy panicked, and began rummaging through her apartment trying to find any key that might work, but found nothing. “Maybe I can pick the lock with something!” She found a paperclip and began working it inside the lock. Her need to pee was getting worse, enough that she couldn’t stand still while trying to pick the lock open. Suddenly she felt a small spurt escape into her still damp panties and jeans. Amy gasped and grabbed her crotch. “This can’t be happening.” Closing her eyes, hoping maybe this was all a nightmare and things will be back to normal when she opens them. But opening her eyes, nothing changed, she still needed to pee very badly and she was still locked in her jeans. Slowly, she walked into her bathroom, looked at the toilet and resigned herself to her fate. With her jeans still on, she slowly sat down on the toilet, relaxed and released all of her pee into her jeans. Closing her eyes she could feel her crotch and ass becoming warm and wet. She felt a wave of relief as she just let everything out. Opening her eyes she looked down, her crotch was soaked and she could feel the wetness had soaked up her ass as well. As she stood up she felt some of it also soak down the inside of her thighs. “Oh God what do I do?” Thinking for a moment, she then removed her bra, stepped into the shower, and turned on the hot water. She slowly stepped under the spray and felt her jeans becoming completely soaked, the hot water felt nice as it flowed over her and soaking into her jeans, she felt relaxed. Staying in the shower for quite some time, she ended up washing her hair and upper body. She then also used soap to scrub her jeans and wash them out as best as she could. After turning the water off, she dried herself as best as she could with a towel, then had an idea. Getting out her hair dryer, she began using that to try and dry her jeans. It was taking longer than expected, but she got them to be just damp. “They’ll eventually dry out,” she thought. Going back into her bedroom, she threw on a t-shirt and some flip-flops, then went to the kitchen to make some coffee and figure out how to get out of this mess. While drinking her coffee she began to search around her apartment for any clues as to what happened and who she went home with last night. After several hours of searching she eventually found her purse under her bed. Quickly she dumped it out, hoping to find even just a phone number she can call. Nothing appeared to be stolen, but all she found was receipts from her dinner and bar tabs. “Wow, I guess we did drink a lot!” She kind of laughed looking at all the bar receipts. Then she found another receipt. “Taco Bell?! Oh God I never go there! I am never drinking again!” Feeling defeated she slumped down onto her bed in resentment, then felt her wet sheets. “Oh yeah, I guess I have laundry to do.” With nothing better to do than pass the time, she stripped her bed of the wet sheets and began a load of laundry. Next to her dryer, she noticed that she had a load of clean clothes that needed to be folded and put away, picking up the basket she walked into her bedroom and began folding. With a stack of folded panties in her hand, she walked to her dresser to put them in her drawer. But when she pulled open her underwear drawer, she noticed a pair of handcuffs. Shocked, she dropped her folded panties on the floor. Picking up the handcuffs, she examined them. “Where did these come from? These aren’t mine!” While looking at them she noticed that her wrists had faint red marks around them. “What kind of kinky shit did I get into last night?!” She was about to put them down when she noticed a small folded piece of paper that was underneath them in her underwear drawer. She picked it up and slowing began unfolding it. The piece of paper was a hand written note. “Dear Amy,” it began to read. Amy closed her eyes, afraid to read any further. “What if this reveals what happened last night? I’m too afraid to find out. But what if this was the person with the key?” She opened her eyes and continued reading. “Dear Amy, wow, what a time we had last night! You are one wild woman! I’m sorry I wasn’t there in the morning to say goodbye, but I had an early flight. As you requested, I locked you in your jeans and took the key with me until I return on Sunday evening. I can’t wait to see you and have some more “fun”! J.” Amy was shocked. “Wait, I requested to be locked in my pants?! And the only clue I have to who this might be is their first initial of their first name?! What am I supposed to do until Sunday evening?” Amy sat for a few minutes, trying to take all of this in. She took another sip of coffee, then felt her stomach twinge. “Oh God! The Taco Bell! I must get these jeans off!” Amy went to her closet and grabbed her toolbox, looking for anything that might help. Finding a pliers she hoped maybe she could bend one of the loops in the chain. But looking at it realized that the links were all sealed loops. Then she saw a wire cutters. She tried cutting the lock first, but it wasn’t going to happen. Then she tried the chain with the same result. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she felt her stomach twinge again and released a small fart. “This can’t be happening!” Amy took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. Looking at her watch she noticed that it was about noon, but she was to afraid to eat or drink anything. Feeling defeated, she grabbed a blanket and went to curl up on her couch to binge out on some Netflix to pass the time. She decided on an marathon of Mad Men. After a few episodes, Amy drifted off to sleep. She woke several hours later feeling bloated with a stomach ache and needing to pee again. She got up and walked to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and just peed through her jeans again. She sat for a moment and felt some pressure in her stomach return. She pushed out some gas to relieve some pressure, careful not to push too hard. Feeling hungry, Amy went into the kitchen to grab a small snack and some water, then grabbed an old blanket and went back to the couch. She laid the old blanket out to sit on so as not to get pee on her seat cushions, wrapped back up in her other blanket and sat down to continue watching Mad Men. Half way through the next episode, Amy felt a sharp cramp in her stomach. It made her wince and bend forward at the waste. She fought through it and as it subsided she began to realize what was inevitably going to happen. With tears in her eyes she thought, “Why would I request to be locked in my pants for a whole weekend?” Laying down on her side and resting her head on a pillow, she made herself comfortable. It wasn’t long before the next cramp hit. This time though, she didn’t resist, Amy just closed her eyes and let nature take its course. She felt her stomach convulse and involuntarily began pushing. She cringed as the first bit of poop exited her ass and pushed against her panties. Another cramp and she pushed again. More came out and this time she felt the mess spread out in her panties. She took a breath, felt another cramp and pushed again, this time more forcefully, trying to push her entire mess out and get it over with. She could feel this last wave spread up her ass and forward in her panties. When she was done, she just laid there, watching Mad Men until she drifted off to sleep again. Exhausted from the events of Saturday, Amy slept right up until Sunday morning. She woke feeling refreshed but really needed to pee. Shifting herself to sit up she felt the mess smoosh around in her pants, and the events of Saturday came back to her. Carefully, she stood up and walked over to her toilet. As she slowly sat down, she could feel her jeans stretch tighter across her ass and squish her mess further up and forward, this time pushing past the leg bands of her panties and out into her jeans. Amy relaxed and emptied her bladder into her messy panties and jeans. She could feel her warm pee mixing with her poop, making it softer and feeling it squish around in her pants further. When she finished peeing, Amy sat for a while, looking at her shower, wishing she could just jump in and rinse off. Realizing there is nothing more she can do until J. comes back in the evening, she stood up and went into her kitchen. After not eating all day yesterday, Amy was starving. She made herself some coffee along with a big plate of eggs, bacon, and orange juice. After breakfast, she continued with her laundry that she had started yesterday, trying to keep busy in anticipation of finally being able to remove her wet and messy jeans later in the day. She just wish she knew who J. was. It was now almost lunch time, and Amy was actually getting used to the feeling of her messy pants, to the point where she really didn’t mind them at all. She needed to pee again, but this time she wanted to try something different. Instead of sitting on her toilet, she stepped into her shower. Amy relaxed and let her pee flow. It again mixed with her mess, softening it up even more, but because she was standing, she now felt the warmth soaking down and around her legs, almost like when she showered yesterday. Closing her eyes she moaned as the warmth soaked down her legs. She jolted herself back to reality when she realized her right hand was slowly rubbing over her wet crotch. “Oh God! I think I may be enjoying this a little too much!” Amy immediately stopped. She decided to go back to watch Netflix to pass the time until J. arrives. The blankets were still on her couch so she just sat down. Sitting down put pressure on her mess and caused it spread out a lot more than she expected. Spreading forward, down her legs, and up her back. Again she felt that little twinge of pleasure in her vagina. “What the hell is going on in my mind?!” Amy tries to forget about it and continues watching Mad Men. Sitting on her couch, every time she shifts herself a little bit she can feel her mess move around in her pants, and again it was beginning to turn her on. She tries to think about something else, but it’s getting more difficult to forget about. Out of curiosity, Amy slowly moves her right hand to her crotch. She pushes her finger onto her jeans and feels her mess squish around as she begins to rub her pussy. The harder she rubs, the messier her pants gets, and the more she gets turned on. Amy begins moaning out loud in pleasure. It doesn’t take her long before she brings herself to an amazing orgasm, coincidently during the same scene when Freddy Rumsen wets his pants. Amy finally calms down, a slight smile on her face as she thinks, “This weekend really was all that bad.” She lays down and drifts off to sleep. “KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!” Amy is startled away by a knock at her door! “Oh God, is it J.?” Amy gets up from the couch, her mess shifting in her pants with every step as she walks to the door. Before unlocking it she peers through her peephole. The person outside her door is facing away, so Amy can’t see their face. But she is shocked to notice that it is a woman. Confused, she pulls back. “Amy, please open the door, I really need to come in!” Slowly, Amy undoes the lock and opens the door. There, standing in front of her is one of her girlfriends from Friday night, Jenny! Immediately Jenny holds up a small key, “Looking for this?” Jenny enters the apartment, and closes the door behind her. She closes her eyes, as if relaxed to be home. Then Amy notices that Jenny’s tight jeans are rapidly soaking from her crotch and running down her legs. “Oh God I’ve been holding it all day!” Amy watched in shock as Jenny’s pants became absolutely soaked. Then she noticed Jenny’s face went from relaxed to a slight strain. Suddenly she heard a soft crackling noise and realized that Jenny was completely filling her pants as well. “Taco Bell always does that to me,” Jenny giggled. “And I see it did the same for you, Amy!” Amy blushed, but seeing Jenny like this was getting her turned on again. She stepped closer to Jenny, “Hold on to that key just a bit longer.” Amy leaned in and began kissing Jenny. Amy then reached her hands around to Jenny’s ass and began massaging the mess in her jeans, squishing it all over in her pants. Jenny moaned with pleasure and reached for Amy’s mess. “No fair Amy, your mess is already squished all over your jeans.” “I couldn’t help it, I had my accident last night.” Jenny revealed the key again and unlocked Amy’s jeans, “Let’s finish this in the shower. Then we can cuddle and you can tell me all about your weekend of being locked in your jeans.”

I must warn everyone, this story contains messing and this is my first time including it in a story, so I do hope I did a good job with it so far. I received this interesting request for a short story from @Rick Dixon and I had a lot of fun writing it. It wasn't meant to be as long as it turned out to be, but... I went wild with it and it sort of mutated lol. The finished story will end up being posted in 3 parts. I hope all of you like part 1. *** Only One Stall Left Part 1 Ariel headed down the hall to get to her creative writing class, which was her last one for the afternoon. With a quarter-full bottle of water in one hand and her purse in the other, this stunning college girl was ready to take this new semester by the horns. Her tight, purple sweater and black pants hugged her curves in all of the right places and a pair of black, leather boots added the final touch to her outfit. She passed a set of elevators, where she turned the heads of a few male students, just as they were waiting for the doors to slide open. She was thin, but not frail, and her gorgeous, brown hair hung halfway down her back, grabbing the attention of those college boys long enough, that they failed to notice when the elevator arrived. She quickly checked the time on her phone, to make sure she was doing alright. It was normal for her to show up a couple of minutes early to each class, but she was surprised to discover that she had arrived seven whole minutes ahead of schedule. Wow, I’m earlier than I thought, she said to herself as she put her phone back in her purse. Miss Watkins probably won’t get here for another five minutes, so I’ll probably just have to wait, I guess. She turned the corner, clicking the heels of her boots on the tile floor along the way, turning the corridor into an echo chamber. Up ahead, she saw the signs for the restrooms, directly across the hall from the sign for the classroom. There was a bench next to the door, up against the brick wall, where she knew she would likely have to sit and wait. She took a quick peek inside, through the narrow slit in the door that served as a window. Just as she had expected, only darkness greeted her from within. She grabbed the handle of the door and gave it a tug. Sure enough, it was locked. “Well, I guess I really do have to wait out here.” With an irritated sigh, she sat down on the bench and took out her phone again. She figured she would see what her friends were up to on Facebook, while she hung out in the hallway. After a few seconds, however, she noticed a mild urge to pee. She had been drinking water and coffee throughout the afternoon, so she knew it wouldn’t be too much longer, before she would have to visit a toilet. She glanced up at the bathroom straight ahead of her and took a moment to consider whether or not she should go inside. Hmm, maybe I should. The class is an hour long, so it would probably be a good idea. She put her phone away again and started to get up, but suddenly, two other college girls came out, looking quite irritated. One was a blonde girl wearing a light blue, low-cut blouse that showed off some cleavage, tight yoga pants, and some slip-on sneakers. The other was a redhead, who wore a green sweater, tight jeans that showed off her shapely rump, walking shoes, and a backpack. Once in the hallway, the redhead started ranting and raving, with her hands waving in the air, and her backpack jiggling. “I can’t believe that all three of those stalls are full! This is ridiculous! I don’t want to walk all the way back just to find another bathroom!” The blonde girl folded her arms and started to tap her foot. “Yeah! And whoever those people are, they need to hurry up!” Ariel sat back down. Well, so much for that. I guess I can hold it until those stalls are free. Hopefully it doesn’t take too long. As soon as she had that thought, however, she felt a little bit of pain in her gut, just before a little fart escaped. She suddenly blushed, fearing that the other girls heard it, while trying to remember what she might have eaten that could be causing the trouble. The redhead noticed Ariel and a faint smile lightened up her face a little. “Hey, are you in Watkins’ class too?” Ariel smiled back, still blushing. “Yeah. You said the stalls are all full?” The blonde girl nodded, with a look of disgust on her face. “That’s right! I hope they don’t plug those toilets up, or else we’ll have to go all the way back to the lobby, to find another one!” Ariel remembered seeing the other set of restrooms on her way in, but had chosen not to stop there at the time. She had purchased the bottle of water that was in her hand from the café next to the bookstore, near the lounging area. She figured that she would be okay for a while, even though she had pretty much chugged that water along the way. For the next couple of minutes, the three of them waited, and another burst of gas escaped past her defenses. She tried to remember what the problem was, when at last it dawned on her, what it could have been. Her friend Lola had purchased her two cups of coffee earlier, with some delicious, vanilla creamer in it, and she had finished drinking it, just before she bought the water. I hope she didn’t forget to put non-dairy creamer in that coffee… She knows I can’t have lactose! A few more of their classmates arrived, one by one, until a small crowd formed in the hallway. A few more college girls went into the bathroom as well, but then came right back out. One of them held a hand over her nose and mouth, letting out a loud groan as she returned to the corridor. Ariel winced, as she thought about the horrors that must have been taking place in there. It sounds nasty, so I’ll probably have to wait for a while… I just hope I don’t end up in that same kind of trouble! By the time five more minutes had passed, their teacher arrived, with just two minutes left to spare. She was a middle-aged woman, with light brown hair that had a touch of gray in it, and she wore a business casual outfit, with a skirt, blouse, and high heels. Ms. Watkins gave them all a friendly greeting as she stepped up to the door and unlocked it. “Good evening! How are all of you doing?” Aside from Ariel and the irritated girls that had come out of the bathroom, most of the students responded in kind. She pushed the door open and flipped on the light, revealing a small room with a soft, blue carpet, and a pair of semi-circular tables touching end to end, forming a small circle in the middle, between them. A projector up on the ceiling pointed toward a white projector screen on the far wall and there was also a small desk off to one side, with a computer for the teacher to use, sitting on top of it, next to a few stacks of paper. The students all pulled out a chair and took a seat wherever they felt like it. The girls that had gone in the bathroom earlier all grabbed seats near the door, so Ariel had to look for a seat further up. Thanks a lot, she wanted to say to them, in the most sarcastic tone possible. You guys just go ahead and go before me… I’ll wait for you… She took a seat all the way towards the front of the room and Ms. Watkins grabbed one of the stacks of paper next to the computer. “Alright, here is the syllabus. This will give you an outline of all of the writing techniques I intend to teach you, throughout the semester.” She handed the papers to Ariel, who grabbed a set of pages that were stapled together off of the top, and passed the rest of them down. Now that she was stuck inside of the classroom, she felt her urge to pee grow even stronger. Damn it, I hope this doesn’t get too bad! She thought. My bladder is filling up so quickly right now! Deep in her gut, she heard her stomach start making rumbling noises. On top of her growing need to pee, she had a bad feeling that another type of mess was on its way. Oh shit, this can’t be happening! Ms. Watkins took a moment to explain the syllabus a little before getting started. She explained the grading scale and a few other things, but then, it was time to get the show on the road. To start off with, she picked up another stack from the desk, which was quite a bit thicker than the first, and handed them out, starting with Ariel, just like before. Ariel took what she needed and passed the rest down. Right off the bat, she realized that this was a sample story that had been scanned out of a book. She squeezed her legs together when she spotted the title, Riding out the Flood. Under normal circumstances, she would have found it interesting, but with the pressure in her bladder increasing, it was torture. Why? She wanted to ask. Why did we have to read this story today, of all days? Grabbing a seat next to Ariel, Ms. Watkins left the reading of this sample story to the students, starting off with those willing enough to volunteer. Some took their sweet time and others read their pieces quickly. Eventually, Ariel and the two girls she had met out in the hall, were the only ones left, who had not participated. Ms. Watkins gave Ariel a friendly smile. “Alright, just to make sure I have your name right, its Ariel… isn’t it?” The girl nodded. “Yeah… that’s right.” “Why don’t you go next?” For a moment, Ariel just stared down at the page, suddenly feeling everyone’s eyes on her. At the point in the story where the other people had left off, the main character was alone in a canoe, after having just survived the flood of the century. The rushing river raged all around him, with the waves crashing, and the rain falling, completely soaking him from head to toe. Oh god, how am I supposed to read this? Ariel wondered, suddenly crossing her legs as she imagined the scene that was taking place. She took a deep breath and prepared to get started on the next paragraph, but suddenly felt a need to pass more gas. She tried to hold it in, because she feared the embarrassment that would come, if it escaped. She attempted to hide her desperation beneath the table, but her bladder was filling just as quickly as the river in the story had done, before flooding its banks and washing away the protagonist’s entire neighborhood. As the poor man fought to stay afloat and remain optimistic, Ariel tried to do the same. She bounced her legs up and down, squeezed her ass tight, and struggled against the deluge taking place deep in her belly. Her bladder felt like a balloon swelling inside of her, causing her to experience intense feelings of urgency, while her colon filled up with gas, creating extreme discomfort, which only exacerbated the situation. Ariel noticed out of the corner of her eye, the blonde girl was squirming and blushing a little. Her redheaded friend seemed uncomfortable as well, but appeared to be in a better state. Eventually, the blonde girl suddenly interrupted Ariel, mid-sentence. “Miss Watkins… I’m sorry to interrupt, but, may I go use the restroom?” The teacher raised an eyebrow at her. “Of course, Kylie, go ahead.” Kylie smiled. “Thank you!” Ariel put one hand against her crotch as she watched her flee back out into the hall. Maybe I should ask too, Ariel thought. Since she was able to go, then it should be okay if I go, right? Ms. Watkins looked back at her, but instead of continuing the story, she went ahead and asked, “May I go also?” The teacher gave her an amused smirk. “Sure, why not? You might as well take the whole class with you, at this point.” A few of the other students laughed and Ariel blushed a little, before getting up and heading out into the hall. Once outside of the classroom, she felt a strong urge to pee and crossed her legs. “Come on, what the hell!” she cried. “You can hold it, Ariel… Come on…” Another fart escaped and she felt her guts continue to rumble. A burning sensation soon filled her anus and she put one hand on her backside. “Come on… You can make it… Come on!” She pushed the door open with her shoulder and went inside, but stopped in her tracks when she saw that Kylie was at the end of a long line, leading up to only one accessible stall, in the middle of the three that were there. The other two on either side had puddles of water on the floor inside of them and large, “Out of Order” signs, taped to the doors. “You’ve got to be kidding!” Ariel cried, wondering where all of these people came from and why they had to be there, right at that moment. Kylie turned back towards the bathroom door and she scowled at it. “Screw this! I’m going to find a different bathroom! Are you coming, Ariel?” Ariel said nothing, so the other girl just left without her. She hoped that she would make it, but she wasn’t going to try looking for another bathroom. Her rapidly filling bladder and anus were not likely to make it all the way back to the lobby, but then again, she wasn’t so sure she could make it through the line, either. At last, the only working toilet flushed and the person occupying the stall stepped out. The sound sent her poor bladder into a spasm. No, no… no! She doubled over and pressed hard against her crotch with one hand, while keeping the other on her backside, determined not to lose it all on the spot. A small spurt of pee escaped into her panties and she clenched all of her muscles, to avoid creating a flood on the floor. The other girls in the line glanced back at her, with some giving her empathetic looks and the others giggling at her predicament. Ariel’s face blushed bright red. She had not expected to be laughed at in such a manner. Her optimism was slipping, just like her control over her bodily functions. I know how that guy in the boat felt, right now, she thought. This is going to be a… disaster! One by one, each of the girls in the line finally got their turn. Ariel’s body was trembling and she had to wipe the sweat off of her forehead with her sleeve, on multiple occasions. When the last person in front of her went in and she was at the door, she was nearly at the end of her rope. With her bladder throbbing and her ass burning, she thought that at any second, the battle would be over. She put both hands in between her legs when she heard the last girl sigh with relief, but then she briefly lost control on the other end. She felt a little spurt escape out the back, making a mess in her panties. Soon, she heard the sound of the other woman’s pee gushing into the toilet and she lost another spurt of pee, while grabbing at her backside again. She tensed up all of the muscles in her body, closed her eyes, and pressed against herself for dear life. Listening to the powerful stream flowing into the water in the toilet bowl was pure torture. Come on, it’s almost… my… turn! Behind her, the bathroom door burst open and she glanced back, to see who it was. She spotted her friend Lola coming in. She was a particularly odd, young woman, who always had her black hair tied into a pony tail, often wore bright shirts with splashes of color and fancy designs all over them, and very tight jeans or skirts. This particular day was no different. “Ariel!” Lola cried, sounding overly excited, which seemed to be the normal way that she greeted people. “I have to show you something!” “C-can’t it w-wait?!” Ariel cried. Her unusual friend ran up to her and wrapped both hands around her arm, just as the toilet flushed. Come on Lola, it’s finally my turn! Let go of me! “B-but, I r-really have to go!” Ariel protested. Lola tugged on her arm, trying to pull her along. “You can wait. This will only take a second!” Ariel glanced longingly at the door of the stall for a moment, before allowing herself to be pulled along. She was just seconds away from completely soiling herself, but was far too embarrassed to admit to Lola how truly desperate she was. The last person that had been in the line before her, stepped out and gave her an amused look, as she was yanked out of the bathroom.

Hello, everyone! Anyone who read any of my Overwatch stories will probably know what to expect, but for those new: I love fear wetting/messing, and there is a lot of it. While I'm only opening with the one short story here, this thread will be where I post any others I write. So for now, I hope you guys like it! The Battle of the Broken Shore An Alliance ship sailed for the Broken Shore. The Legion had returned, and a massive battle was unfolding there. The situation was dire, dire enough that King Varian Wrynn himself was coming to face the threat. Miriam and Lia, two Alliance knights in their full armor and colors, looked out at the pale, unearthly green glow on the horizon. After a few tours on Outland, Miriam had learned to be deathly afraid of the Legion. Lia, however, had never confronted so much as an imp. What a surprise she’s in for, thought Miriam. People were shouting suddenly. What was wrong? There was too much noise from every direction. All the ships, all the people shouting, the waves, the sounds of demons. DEMONS?! Strange, gargoyle-like creatures at begun attacking the ships. Some landed and entered into brutal melees with nearby soldiers, but some just grabbed an unlucky victim and flew off with them, taking them who-knows-where. “Come on, Miriam, we have to help!” Lia shouted, as she drew her sword and shield and made for the enemy, as one of the beasts landed on their particular ship. But Miriam did not move to help. She was completely still with fear. She’d seen what demons could do to even the strongest of mortals. She’d seen how many of them there were. As the gargoyle raked its claw across a knight, tearing his armor wide open, Miriam’s wavering control over her bladder failed. Hot urine streamed into, then through her panties, wetting them. She felt the urine flow down her toned, muscly thighs, then flowing out between the chainmail segments of her armor, loudly splattering onto the wooden floor beneath her, leaving a fairly embarrassing puddle. Lia was still foolhardy in her bravery, and climbed atop the demon, expertly shoving her sword into its neck. It screamed in pain before collapsing to the ground, dead. Despite this victory, Miriam’s fears were not abated, for she could only think that it took half a platoon of seasoned men and women just to kill one of the beasts. Lia strode over, a look of mild annoyance upon her face, “We could have used some help, you know,”. “I… I know, I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve seen what demons are capable of,” “Then why don’t you help us stop them?” “That’s why I’m here, but just… being face-to-face with one, I couldn’t move, I could only...” she glanced down at her puddle with shame. Lia took notice of the puddle, too. She place an armored hand on Miriam’s armored shoulder, and with some sympathy said “you can trust me to have your back, you know,”. She gave her shoulder a bit of a squeeze, “I can trust you to have mine, right?”. Miriam’s fear subsided a bit, “Yeah. Yeah, you can,”. A man up in the crow’s nest suddenly screamed down to the crew, “INFERNALS! EVASIVE ACTIONS!!”. Miriam might never have seen those strange bat demons before, but she was well acquainted with the dreaded infernals. Terrifying, towering monsters made of black rock and green, demonic fire. She looked to the sky, and sure enough, several meteors leaving fiery green trails rained from the heavens upon them. Miriam felt her bowels begin to loosen, for if an infernal crashed into their ship, no amount of skill or training would save them. She might not have been the most pious individual, but she began to pray to the Light for safety. As she prayed, the ship nearest to theirs was suddenly obliterated in a massive explosion of green felfire. Anyone who wasn’t incinerated immediately was likely to drown, or to become food for the island’s less-than-friendly marine life. As she watched the wreckage sink, yet continue to burn in its demonic way, her bowels expelled their contents. Her black panties bulged, and reached out until they touched the seat of her plate armor. Her expulsion was forceful, and Lia, who heard the sounds of Miriam’s release, looked at her butt to notice that Miriam’s armor covering her ass actually moved back slightly. Miriam continued pushing log after log into her armor, her attempts to regain control were utter failures. Lia couldn’t judge her, for her own panties became wet with urine upon seeing the explosion. She didn’t fully lose control, but most certainly had a wet spot the size of a few coins on the front of her skimpy black panties. She felt a single, small trail of urine course down her right leg, making its way into her boot. Miriam looked out at armies of demons gathering on the shores, the ones she’d be fighting in mere minutes. She was terrified beyond all recognition, but she would fight, for that is what a warrior does. And looking at the other knights on the ship, she was far from the only one who’d be running into battle in sodden panties, if all the armored feet standing in puddles was any indication. This was going to be a long battle. ----------------------------------------------------------- Lia was on fire. It was probably best to specify that she was not literally on fire, considering their opponents. No, she was on fire in the sense that she must have killed sixty demons in half as many minutes. Her armor was tattered and largely destroyed by now. Her chestplate had been discarded, leaving only a chainmail shirt covering her upper body. One of her shoulder pads had been blown away, leaving only the pad on her right shoulder, which was dented and damaged. Her helmet had been knocked off, revealing her scarred face, and long blonde hair. She was quite the demon, herself, spitting toe-curling curses as she carved through demons like a knife through butter, and issuing terrifying war cries. Quite frankly, the loss of her armor only made her faster, not more vulnerable. Miriam’s job at this point had devolved into protecting Lia’s backside from any demons attempting to sneak up on her. Her wet legs and messy bottom were uncomfortable, still, but she ignored it for her friend’s sake. A large felguard charged at the duo, screaming all the way. Miriam raised her shield, and braced herself for the battle. She and the demon parried and struck with wild ferocity. The felguard was obviously surprised by her strength and fortitude; perhaps they’d been promised easy conquest and were finding it not-so-easy. After a few more rounds of striking back and forth, Miriam’s sword slashed across the demon’s hamstring, bringing down into a kneeling position. With the difference in height now negated, Miriam swung, and decapitated the monster. She turned towards her friend, “Lia, did you see that?!” she shouted with pride. Her happiness died quickly, however, as she saw Lia being thrown to the ground by an enormous doomguard. The beast roared, and Miriam felt her crotch grown warm once again. Small rivulets of pee worked their way down her legs. The demon raised its weapon up, preparing to bring it down upon Lia, who had long since discarded her shield. Realizing this, Miriam threw her shield to Lia, who grabbed it eagerly. The doomguard brought its massive sword down, slamming into the shield. Lia was an expert at playing through the fear, but today it got the better of her. As her arms nearly crumpled under the weight of the next strike, her bladder crumpled under the weight of her fright. Warmth engulfed her crotch and ass, pooling on the ground around her. On the next hit, her bowels voided, propelling her semisolid mess into her skimpy panties, which could hardly contain it. After the next hit, more mess came out, overwhelming her (poor choice in) panties. As the mess slipped by her almost thong-like underwear and into her armor, another hit nearly split the shield in half. She was certain that one more hit would cleave the shield, and also her, in half. The demon screamed suddenly, however, and Lia looked up to see Miriam mirroring her own trick from earlier: she had climbed upon the demon, and was stabbing it in the neck. The beasts overly-muscled arms could not reach her. With a few more gory, grotesque slashes, Miriam had all but removed the demon’s entire throat, and it finally collapsed, dead. Miriam offered Lia her hand, which she accepted. She stood, and prepared to face more demons, but she noticed: her army was retreating. The demons were advancing. A loud, authoritative voice boomed in the distance, “Fall back! Fall back! We’re retreating from the Broken Shore!”. While it certainly wasn’t hard to understand why, looking at the incredibly massive force of demons, Lia still could hardly accept it. Only when Miriam grabbed hold of her arm and began pulling as hard as she could did Lia move. They boarded the ship that brought them here, which had mercifully not been incinerated, yet. Only moments after they stepped foot on the ship, it began to depart, leaving anyone still on the Shore to their fate. Lia was very grateful that her armor hid her fairly large accident from the other knights. As she saw some female draenei priest whose pants had a large wet stain down the front, and a lumpy, brown bulge in the back, she was reminded that there were probably very few people on this ship who hadn’t soiled themselves pretty thoroughly. She looked back at the island, hatefully. This time, Miriam put her arm on Lia’s shoulder, which gave some comfort. The mess that was smeared across her ass and some of her legs just seemed to accentuate the feeling of total defeat. They would come back. She would come back. And next time, she would not lose.

So, this occurred in 2nd Grade, I was about 7 years old, and I was attending the birthday party of one of my friends at SJV. It wasn't an overtly formal affair, I mean, most birthday parties aren't, I just wore a nice pair of shorts, brown I think they were, oddly fitting in this scenario, and one of those short-sleeved button-down shirts, I also had on my then latest pair of glasses, a blue framed pair if I recall correctly. I had changed out of the only Pull-Up I had of the day, and my mom was busy with her work so my friend, let's call him Adan, had offered to drop me off at my house after the party if she still wasn't off work. As I was bouncing on Adan's trampoline with him and a few other kids, it was then my lack of a "safety net" as twere, came to bite me in the ass. You see, I had eaten quite a bit before the party, and during, and that was starting to catch up with me. I felt a shifting in my gut like a brown sandstorm was raging in my bowels. Rubbing my gurgling gut, I bounced a bit slower, clenching my butt cheeks. I got off, deciding to try and find a quiet place to either do my dooty, or find the bathroom. As I let out the occasional toot, Adan's dog, whose name I never learned, and if I did, I can't remember what her name was, followed, whether cause of the smell, or cause she was wondering who this kid was. Anyway, after asking Adan's mom where the bathroom was, after a bit moments of stopping to try and gain back what control I had, I eventually made my way toward it. However, as I was crossing the outdoor area into the main house, I felt my control begining to slip. Going behind a nearby bush, and realizing I didn't even have the time to slide my shorts down, I did what I could to minimize the damage. Pulling one of the pant legs towards my butt was closely as possible, I let go. Poo rushed out of my butt, most of it sliding out the leg hole onto the ground below, the rest piling it my pants. With only a slight waddle, I grabbed some napkins, and went into the bathroom. Taking off my shorts, I dumped what pooped remained into the toilet, and wiped the dirtied area, as well as my butt and a bit of my leg, off. Washing my hands, and flushing, I pulled my shorts back on, and went back to playing.

Noy looked like the sweetest girl alive, in her Thai student uniform of pale blue blouse and dark blue pleated skirt, with her waist length black hair in a ponytail. And, most of the time, she was. But, when it came to other attractive young ladies like herself, she was a rather perverted individual. Her university was the sort where love between 2 girls could blossom freely, and she spent far too long considering which one of her fellow beauties she would attempt to seduce. Of course, she had to be interested in pretty girls as well, and most girls weren't, regardless of Noy's seductive charms. Such was the life of a gay girl. But there was one gorgeous beauty who was a definite prospect - Kanya, known as "Pia". Pia was an elegant young lady, with her waist length brown hair in 2 plaits, and she was definitely into girls. Noy knew she had better move before another girl did, but was apprehensive for one peculiar reason; she didn't quite know how to handle her fetishes. For Noy, contrary to her innocent appearance, was deeply into BDSM. Her fantasies of sex with Pia involved dominating and spanking her. This alone would be little issue; most girls wouldn't be too put off by such things. But her biggest passion, omorashi, was a different story. She somehow doubted that ladylike Pia would much fancy soiling her skirt and being masturbated through her filthy knickers. But she could not let that fantasy go. Omorashi was the ultimate submission, the ultimate humiliation. And Noy didn't think she could really have a fulfilling long term relationship without it. It obviously wasn't something she could bring up on the first date, or the second, or the third, or...how could she possibly ever bring it up? In a way, Pia brought it up first. One fateful day, at the start of a long lecture, Pia felt a sudden urge to poo. She wasn't sure why, though she suspected the curry she had last night had something to do with it. As time went on, she could tell it was a big one. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and strained, trying to focus on the lecture. Her stomach gurgled. She almost slipped a fart, but barely held it back. She couldn't possibly let one out in front of Noy, no matter how relieving it would feel. She fancied Noy as much as Noy did her, but she was too shy to bring it up. And certainly too shy to fart in front of her. Noy had seen enough omorashi porn to know that Pia had to poo. And she had to poo badly. She found herself increasingly distracted from the lecture and attracted to Pia's lithe legs and anguished face. Her vagina was starting to dilate a little already. She felt disgusted with herself, but she couldn't help it. If Pia farted, or, even better, pooed her skirt...she'd be on the edge of orgasm. She reminded herself to be realistic. Grown women don't poo their skirts very often, and Pia would most likely just dash off to the toilets for some much-needed relief. She briefly fantasised about restraining her, but immediately dismissed this as utterly unethical, ashamed she'd even considered it. But she could attempt to...distract Pia from going to the toilet for as long as possible. Maybe long enough for her to slip a fart. Maybe even long enough that she wouldn't make it. Pia could tell Noy was fancying her, but she believed this to be despite her predicament, not because of it. In Pia's mind, slipping a fart would be the end of it. A pretty girl like Noy wouldn't possibly want a girlfriend who farted in front of her. As soon as lectures were over, she'd dash off to the toilets to find relief before she embarrassed herself. The lecture ended, and the students stood up to leave. Pia held her stomach and bent over, wincing in pain from the pressure on her bottom. She hadn't needed to poo this badly for as long as she could remember. She was absolutely bursting, and it was a testament to her strength that she hadn't farted. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, looking as seductive as she could. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the bar with me. You're seriously cute." "Um, thanks, Noy, I'd love to, but I need to use the toilet first," said Pia. "There's a toilet in the bar," said Noy. "Why don't we walk on over -" "It's an emergency," said Pia. She was already concerned by all the other girls heading for the toilets in front of her. Noy was blocking her way. By the time she got there, she'd be near the back of the queue. "An emergency?" said Noy, acting dumb. "You mean you don't think you can make it to the bar?" "Yeah," said Pia, blushing. She strained against the massive pressure on her bottom. "Noy, please, get out of the way. I really need to go. Now." "OK, fine", said Noy, very slowly walking towards the door. "If you're using the toilet here, I'll use it, too." Pia hurried to the door as quickly as she could, holding her bottom with one hand. Noy giggled. She was trembling with arousal already. Now if only she'd slip a fart... Noy took her place behind Pia in the toilet queue. Pia was bent over, holding her stomach, sweating from the strain. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, "are you sure about going here? The queue's pretty long. Why don't we go over to the bar?" "I'd be near the front of it if it weren't for you blocking my way," said Pia, annoyed. "Uhhh..." She barely restrained a massive urge to poo. "Well, sorry," said Noy. "I didn't realise it was such an emergency." "Yeah, I know," said Pia. "It's not your fault...uhhh..." The sight of the toilets just out of reach was making it so much harder for Pia to hold it. Noy knew about "latch key incontinence" in theory, but to see it working on a sexy girl in practice was just incredible. The fart which puffed from Pia's skirt was even more incredible. Noy shuddered as she smelt it. It wasn't a good smell, but the humiliation which it represented was making her vagina slippery. She really shouldn't be feeling this way, but she just couldn't help it, any more than Pia could help yielding to the massive pressure in her bowels. Pia blushed in deep humiliation as she smelt the stench of her fart. She had to make it to the toilet, agonising as it was to resist letting go. If she didn't, her chances with Noy were gone. No dignified girl would want a girlfriend who poos her skirt. Fortunately for Pia, Noy wasn't a dignified girl in the slightest, and her passion for Pia was growing with every anguished look on her face and every fart that squeaked through her trembling bottom. Her fantasies were coming true. But would they reach their glorious climax - Pia pooing her skirt? It was a lot to hope for, but Noy was becoming increasingly optimistic. As the sweating Pia slipped another fart, it was obvious she was starting to lose control. Perhaps her knickers were already skid marked. Oh, to see under that skirt! But Noy restrained herself. "Do you think you'll make it, Pia?" she asked. "I...think...so..." said Pia, trying to look as strong as she could. In truth, she knew she had seconds to spare. The proximity of the toilet was making it harder and harder to hold it, and the pressure was coming to bursting point. If that queue didn't hurry up, she'd be dropping a load in her skirt, and she knew it. She crossed her legs and leaned against the wall, gasping for strength. There were only 3 girls in front of her...2...1...but with every step she took closer to the toilet, holding it became harder still. Due to not having wasted her teenage years masturbating to omorashi, Pia was unaware of latchkey incontinence, but she was certainly feeling it. Another fart squeaked from her bottom. She blushed deeper, relieved that somehow she hadn't followed through. Noy inhaled the stench like it was fresh mountain air. The stench of utter humiliation. But would she...Noy fantasised about the anguished strain on Pia's face as her strength finally failed her and she pooed her skirt at last. Would she see that? She admired Pia's strength to have lasted so long. She was clearly restraining a massive poo, and many girls would have given in by now. Noy wondered how well she would have fared in the same situation. She suspected she'd be crying in a filthy skirt by now. At any rate, she certainly wasn't going to judge Pia harshly for giving in if...or when...she did. Pia finally reached the front of the queue. Her knickers were still spotless white. She'd made it...almost. As she sighed a little in relief, she felt a surge of pressure like none she had felt before. A surge she simply couldn't resist. She hammered on the stall door, almost by instinct. "Hurry up! Hurry up! I'm...I'm..." Despite her straining with all her strength, poo forced through her anus into her knickers. She whimpered in pain as tears of humiliation came to her eyes. Now resigned to her filthy fate, she leaned back against the wall and moaned as she felt the poo fill her knickers and stain her skirt. Noy knew exactly what was happening, and was thrilled. She was on the edge of orgasm, and the slightest touch of her G-spot would have sent her over the edge. Her fantasies were coming true. "Hey, Pia, it's OK," she said, putting an arm around her. "You held out really well. You couldn't help it." Pia whimpered as tears flowed down her face. Noy seemed to be taking this much better than she thought she would. In fact, she seemed...turned on. Surely not. Noy wanted nothing more than to flip up Pia's skirt and masturbate her, but knew that doing this would get her immediately expelled and probably registered as a sex offender, not to mention being completely non-consensual. She exercised her utmost restraint in just giving Pia a cuddle. Though she did let her hand creep down to feel the warmth of the poo in the back of Pia's skirt. It was a big one, and she'd let it all out. The stall door opened. The girl inside came out, and grimaced at the stench. Seeing Pia sobbing, she immediately realised what had happened, and hurried on, feeling deeply sorry for her but really not wanting to stick around. Pia dashed into the toilet and began trying to clean up as best she could. She was so, so glad that girls wore skirts. In a skirt, she could just discard her obliterated knickers and carry on without anyone noticing. If she'd been wearing trousers as the boys did, she'd have to wear obviously soiled trousers on her shameful walk home. She pitied any poor boys who suffered similar circumstances. Noy needed a stall as well, for very different reasons. She needed to jerk off, now. She was trembling in passion, and could think of nothing but fucking Pia, but Pia obviously wasn't in the mood right now. Unless...perhaps, in her vulnerability, she'd be up for coming home for a shower? And some comfort? And some sex? One fantasy had come true today. Why not another? Noy decided she'd try it. When the tearful Pia, with knickers discarded, emerged from the stall, she hugged her again. "Hey, Pia," she said. "Do you fancy coming back to my place? For a shower, and some comfort?" "Um...yeah, I guess," said Pia, rather confused. Who on Earth would want to take home a girl who'd just soiled herself? She knew this offer would mean sex - she wasn't totally naive - but she was up for that. Noy was seriously hot. The girls walked back to Noy's room holding hands. Noy could think of nothing but the shower sex they were going to have. Pia didn't know what to feel. She was deeply humiliated, but that somehow felt good when Noy was taking charge of her. Noy let Pia into her room. "Come on, let's go shower," she said. "Who goes first?" said Pia, playing dumb. "No, both of us," said Noy. "Come on." Both girls pulled off their clothes as quickly as they could, and gazed at each other's beautiful bodies. Noy switched on the shower, and let it run warm before stepping in. Pia stepped in after her. As soon as she had, Noy held her tight and started French kissing her. Both girls were deeply aroused, Noy a single touch away from orgasm. Noy started feeling Pia's G-spot, and Pia then did the same to Noy. Noy came almost at once, urine flowing down her legs with the shower water as she utterly lost control. It was the most intense climax she'd ever had. Pia took a little longer to come, but soon was moaning in pleasure as Noy's fingers got to her. Both girls felt a deep connection that needed no words. Their relationship may not have started auspiciously, but it definitely seemed like one worth pursuing.

It sounded like a fun idea at first. 2 gay couples, all friends, on a date together, dressed in their cute Thai student uniforms, with white blouses and sky blue skirts. They'd have a curry and a few beers at the new place in town, then go for a romantic evening stroll before retiring for some fun. The 4 girls had been best friends for a while, bonding in the university's LGBT society. Each was a spectacular beauty in a unique way. Sudarat was the most feminine, a small lady with her long brown hair plaited and her face innocent. Her girlfriend Natchaya was also deeply feminine, with long black hair in a ponytail. The other couple, while still wondrous beauties, were a little more Amazonian. Sirada was a dignified young lady, with shoulder length black hair. Her girlfriend Yanisa was the strongest, an athlete, unusually tall, with lithe muscles and her shoulder length brown hair in a ponytail. All had initially been attracted to each other when first meeting, but over time had settled into the partnerships which most suited them. This was going to be a great evening. Or so they thought. Their curry tasted OK, but was extremely spicy even by their standards. Of course, being Thai girls born and bred, this meant little to them, and they washed it down with plenty of cheap lager. After finishing their meal and paying, the girls got up. "Man, I need the toilet," said Natchaya, resting her hand on the front of her skirt. "Is it OK if I go first?" "Sure," said Yanisa. Natchaya walked over to the toilet, and opened the door, before suddenly realising why there was no queue. It was absolutely disgusting, with diarrhoea on the walls and floor. "Eurgh," she said, recoiling in disgust. "Hey, girls, the toilet here's disgusting. We're better off holding it." "Oh, I'm sure it's not -" said Yanisa, walking over to check it out. "Ew. You're right. Come on girls, we'll hold it." Sudarat looked a little uncomfortable. She had to wee and poo, bad, but she didn't want to admit it in front of her girlfriend. And she really didn't want to use that toilet. She reluctantly walked out of the restaurant with the other girls. "OK, so first priorities, find a toilet," said Natchaya. "Does anyone know a good toilet near here? And I mean a good one, not a disgusting one with shit everywhere and heroin needles on the floor." "A good toilet..." said Yanisa. "No. When I've been out here before, I've just held it until I got home. We'll just have to do that." "Not everyone has your steel bladder, Yanisa," said Natchaya. "Some of us have to go." Sudarat whimpered. She was definitely one of those girls. Her bladder was aching already, and she felt a pressing urge to poo. She shuddered at the thought of letting off a fart in front of Natchaya. "Hey, Sudarat, are you OK?" said Sirada. "Yeah...I'm...fine..." said Sudarat. "You just need the toilet, right?" said Natchaya. "Believe me, I'm in the same situation. Damn, I need to go." Natchaya did a little pee dance to demonstrate. "Yeah," said Sudarat, blushing and shaking a little from holding it in. "I...need to go." "Sudarat is so adorable," said Natchaya. "Come here." Natchaya hugged Sudarat. The pressure on Sudarat's gut was just a little too much, and a loud fart blew out of the back of her skirt. Natchaya burst out laughing, and waved her hand in front of her face to waft away the smell. Tears came to Sudarat's eyes. "Damn, you really need to go..." said Natchaya. "Wait, are you really upset? Did you...go?" "I didn't go," said Sudarat, blushing scarlet. "I'm just humiliated I farted in front of my girlfriend." "That's all?" said Natchaya. "Man, that's nothing to worry about. I'll be doing the same before long if we don't find a good toilet!" Natchaya felt her own stomach gurgle. "Damn...come on, we need to find a toilet. Detective work, ladies." "I'll just go ask someone where the nearest decent toilets are to here," said Sirada. She strolled over to an approachable looking man on the other side of the road. "Excuse me, I was just wondering if you know any good toilets around here," she said. "Clean ones." "Sorry, no", he said. "I just wait until I get home." Sirada strolled back, a little concerned. "He doesn't know," she said. "There probably aren't any decent toilets round here," said Yanisa. "Come on, let's just hold it until we get home." "I'm actually not sure I can," said Natchaya, crossing her legs. Her bladder was aching hard, and her bowels were under increasing pressure. "What, you mean you're going to have an accident?" said Yanisa. "You're an adult woman, Natchaya. You can do better than that." "All girls have their limits, Yanisa," said Sirada. "Even you." "I am not going to soil myself," said Yanisa. "That's just silly." Sudarat felt her stomach gurgle. The pressure was building and building and building in her bladder and bowels. She couldn't have an accident in front of Natchaya. She just couldn't. "I guess Yanisa's right," said Sirada. "We should just walk home and try to make it if we can. Come on." Yanisa looked smug. She confidently led the girls along the pavement. Her bladder and bowels ached as much as anyone else's, but she was strong. She could hold it as long as she liked. Whether her friends would be so resilient was a different story. Sudarat brought up the rear of the group, with 1 hand on the front of her skirt. She tried so hard not to think of the relief of a clean toilet, but it was so tempting. Certainly tempting when compared with the other option, relieving herself in her skirt. She shuddered at the thought of it. Especially in front of Natchaya...she'd never let her forget it if they stayed together for life. Natchaya herself wasn't doing too well either, struggling with increasing urges to fart. After she stumbled a little on uneven pavement, a loud fart burst from the back of her skirt. "I guess we're even now," said Sudarat, giggling a little, but trying not to giggle too much for fear of weeing. "Yeah," said Natchaya. "Damn, that stinks. It's good I'm outside. I'm watching out for any toilets." There weren't any. It was a long, painful walk home, with each girl straining as hard as she could. Sudarat and Natchaya were struggling. Poo was pushing harder and harder on their bottoms, and both knew it wouldn't be long before they started to leak urine. That lager was going straight through them, and would soon be going straight into their skirts. Sirada and Yanisa appeared much more confident, but were still under significant stress. Each carried an ever-increasing load of wee and poo to potentially dump in her skirt if she failed to reach a toilet in time. For Yanisa, though, an accident was simply inconceivable. Sure, Sudarat and Natchaya might soil their skirts. They were weak. Perhaps Sirada would reach her limit, leaving her in the comforting role. But she was going to make it, no question. Sirada did not quite have Yanisa's confidence. She was strong, but her strength had limits, and she knew them. One thing she knew, though, is that she absolutely could not soil her skirt in front of Yanisa. Yanisa already clearly saw herself as the dominant girl, and that would only reinforce it. If the worst came to it and she couldn't make it to a toilet, she had to last longer than Yanisa before she gave in. At least then she could claim a small victory. The girls stopped at traffic lights. Sudarat and Natchaya were obviously desperate, awkwardly shifting with anguished faces. Sirada looked a little stressed, but more in control. Yanisa looked about as confident as a girl with a bursting full bladder and bowels could be. "OK, girls, how are we doing?" said Sirada. "Do you think we'll make it home?" "Well, I certainly will," said Yanisa. "I...think so..." said Sudarat, sincerely doubting it. "I...really don't know," said Natchaya. "I'll be honest, I'm getting close to my limit here. We need to find a toilet...anywhere..." "Hey, look," said Sirada. "I think there are some public toilets way down there." "Are you sure those are toilets?" said Natchaya. "If they're not, we're taking a big detour. And that probably means not making it." Sudarat whimpered. A fart squeaked out of her bottom. She was about to give in, and she knew it. "Come on," said Natchaya. "Sudarat's about to go anyway, we might as well give it a chance." "I don't need it, but whatever," said Yanisa. "Come on." The girls took their detour down towards the toilets. Another fart squeaked out of Sudarat's bottom. She felt poo starting to push through her anus, and leaned against the wall, whimpering in pain. As she strained with every muscle she had, she felt urine warm her knickers a little. She was starting to go. She barely managed to regain control, and staggered on a few more steps. Ahead of her, Sirada stopped in dismay. "The toilets are closed..." she said. "I'm so sorry..." "You WHAT?" said Natchaya. "You mean that you took us down here, just for...fuck...uhhhh..." Squelching farts burst from Natchaya's bottom as she started to poo. She strained as hard as she could to hold it back as urine splashed down her legs. She barely regained a little control as she leaned against the wall, before another massive surge of pressure finally pushed the poo into her knickers. She moaned in pain and humiliation. For Sudarat, belatedly following the other girls, it was just too much. Poo forced through her anus as urine warmed her knickers and gushed down her legs. She joined Natchaya's plaintive whimpering. Sirada closed her eyes and desperately tried to take her mind off the other girls' accidents. Going in her skirt was so, so tempting, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. Not in front of Yanisa. She'd never hear the end of it. Yanisa was suffering from her own urges, too, and barely able to keep them under control. She couldn't help but laugh at her weak friends giving in, waving a hand in front of her face to waft away the stench. Her laughter was bringing her dangerously close to weeing, and she knew it. She barely managed to restrain herself and keep her dignity, save for letting a loud fart. "Wow, Yanisa, sounds like you're starting to feel the pain," said Sirada. "I guess you're not so tough after all." "No, I'm fine," said Yanisa, blushing. "I'll make it home clean. Come on." The 4 girls, 2 filthy and humiliated and 2 suffering, limped back to the traffic lights. It was a long walk home. A walk neither Sirada nor Yanisa was quite sure she'd make home clean. The tearful Natchaya and Sudarat traipsed behind them, urine dripping from their skirts. They were so relieved from the pain, but so humiliated from the accident. "Hey, babe, it's OK," said Natchaya. "It's OK for you, too," said Sudarat. They kissed each other. Sirada and Yanisa weren't in the mood for kissing. They loved each other deeply, but they also loved to compete, and they were competing to get home clean, and, if not, at least last longer than the other before giving in. They walked as briskly as they could, leaving the other girls behind. Both were fully aware there was only 1 toilet in their room, and both were fully aware that whoever got to that toilet second would most likely not make it. This was a contest for dominance in their relationship, and it was one both girls were eager to contest. Sirada felt herself overcome with a powerful urge. She leaned over, and clutched her bladder and bottom. A fart squeaked out, but her knickers were still dry. That was a victory. "Feeling the pain, Sirada?" said Yanisa. "I'm still fine." She absolutely wasn't. Yanisa's strength was being tested to its absolute limit. That curry and cheap lager was pushing on her bladder and bowels like nothing before in her life, and she was well aware she might give in before she got home. But she couldn't. Not in front of Sirada. Sirada thought that if it wasn't for being with Yanisa, she'd have just given in and fouled her skirt by now. It was still so tempting to be relieved from the pain, but she couldn't succumb. Yanisa would never let her forget it. It seemed, though, that Yanisa was winning. She was getting ahead of Sirada, and she was going to get to that toilet first. Sirada would have to wait. Could she wait? She was tempted to run after Yanisa, but she was pretty sure doing so might make her lose control, and Yanisa was a faster runner anyway. She'd just have to wait. What an agonising wait it would be. Yanisa, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly confident. As she turned the corner down the road to their accommodation, she saw Sirada was some way behind her. She'd let herself in and enjoy some well-earned relief on their toilet. Sirada would have to wait, and most likely have to settle for going in her skirt. She smirked at the thought of it. Sirada would definitely know who was boss. As expected when nearing a toilet, Yanisa felt the intensity of her urges grow and grow as she got closer, from mere agony to utter agony. Her time was running out. She slipped a loud fart, and then another. She was sweating from the exertion of every muscle straining, and those muscles were starting to tire. As she finally got to the door, she fumbled in her skirt pocket for her key. She finally got it, then, hands trembling, dropped it on the floor. As soon as it hit the ground, she panicked, squatting down and scrabbling for it. She took hold of it and got up again, but, by the time she got it in the lock, it was too late. She was giving in. Urine warmed her knickers, and spurted down her legs. Poo forced through her anus, filling her warm knickers and staining her skirt. She frantically opened the door and dashed for the toilet, but, by then, it was too late. And Sirada would see this. She burst into tears. Sirada staggered up to the door, letting a loud fart as she did so. She was absolutely fit to burst, and could barely wait another second. She strained with every muscle she had not to let go as she let herself in. Yanisa would be on the toilet by now... Sure enough, Yanisa was on the toilet, but sobbing, and with filthy knickers round her ankles. Sirada was shocked, and wanted to comfort her girlfriend. But she also needed that toilet. Now. "Yanisa, get off, I need to...uhhh..." The sight of the toilet was just too much. A spurt of urine burst down Sirada's legs, then another, then another. Then, despite her utmost efforts, she started to poo. Yanisa watched from the toilet as her girlfriend utterly soiled herself in front of her, grimacing as she tried in vain to stop it. "So, yeah, that was a pretty awkward date," said Yanisa. "Yeah," said Sirada, giggling. Yanisa got up from the toilet, pulled up her filthy knickers, pressed up to Sirada, and started French kissing her. As she did, she slipped her hands into Sirada's knickers, masturbating her through her filth. Sirada did the same to her. Before long, both girls reached near-simultaneous climax, squirting into their ruined underwear. "Wow," said Sirada. "That felt...so good. Humiliation makes sex so much hotter." "Yeah," said Yanisa. "And we're both humiliated. We're both dirty girls. Let's just embrace it." Meanwhile, in their room, Natchaya and Sudarat were getting up to some fun of their own. "This is so gross," said Natchaya, traipsing into their room in her filthy knickers and skirt. "We need to shower, now." "Definitely," said Sudarat, blushing. Both girls stripped off their filthy clothes as quickly as possible, and got into the shower. The warm water cleaned off their mess, and they regarded each other's beautiful bodies before moving in for a passionate kiss. Inevitably, hands wandered, and soon both girls were masturbating each other to passionate climax. All in all, life was good.

Ban Sang-Mi walked briskly down the street back from the shops to her apartment block. Her boyfriend had sent her to get food for dinner, and there had been a long queue for the checkouts - and the toilets! Rather than spend more time waiting, she decided to put off going until she got back to her comfortable toilet at home. She really had to poo - it would be such a relief! She looked adorable, in a T-shirt and little denim skirt, with shoulder length black hair. As she stood in the lift up to her apartment, she shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. She just about managed not to fart, and walked up to her door. She got her keys out of her skirt pocket, opened the door, and let herself in. Relief was close! She sighed, and farted loudly as she crouched to remove her shoes. She blushed deep. She had to poo, now! She put her shopping bags down, and hurried to the bathroom. The door was bolted. "Um, hey, Min-Jun," she said, "I really have to use the toilet. Could you hurry up in there, please?" "I'm having my shower," he said from inside. "You'll have to wait a while." "I can't wait," said Sang-Mi, annoyed. "I'm bursting." "Well, you'll have to," said Min-Jun. Sang-Mi's stomach gurgled. She held her bottom and squirmed. "I can't," she said. "Min-Jun, I'm serious. I'm at serious risk of pooing my skirt here." "Well, too bad," said Min-Jun. "You'll just have to wait. Why don't you unload the shopping while you're waiting?" Sang-Mi pouted. "Fine," she said, contemptuously. She didn't mind unloading the shopping, but not when she was desperate to unload her bowels. And she was going to unload her bowels. Whether that was in the toilet or in her knickers was another issue. As she crouched down to get the goods out of her bags, she let another loud fart. She grimaced from the strain, and felt deeply glad she hadn't followed through. She couldn't risk many more farts like that, but she couldn't help it, either. Her bowels were being stretched to the limit, and knowing relief was so near made it so much worse. She yearned for the toilet and the relief it would bring, but tried not to think about it for fear of letting go in anticipation. After unloading the shopping, she clutched her bottom and limped back to the bathroom. It was still occupied. "OK, I unloaded the shopping," she said, deeply annoyed. "Min-Jun, seriously, get out of there, now. I am literally about to poo my skirt." She wasn't kidding. Poo was starting to push through her anus, and she was desperately pulling it back. She couldn't carry on much longer, and she knew it. As if to make her point, she accidentally slipped another stinking fart. "Fuck..." she said, grimacing from the pain. "Sorry about the language, I'm in fucking agony out here...uhhh..." She loved her boyfriend so much, but at present she deeply disliked him. She started to suspect he might be humiliating her on purpose. "Sorry, babe, you have to hold it," he said. "I CAN'T!" she shouted. She banged on the door. "Please, please, open up, I'm going to poo...please..." She heard Min-Jun chuckling inside. "Fuck you!" she said. "I'm going to poo my skirt, and it's all your fault." "No, it's yours," said Min-Jun. "You couldn't wait." Sang-Mi fumed. She was going to wait. She couldn't let him win. She leaned against the door, straining with every muscle she had. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer. She was starting to give in...she couldn't. She couldn't give in. But she was going to...Sweat oozed from her pores. She clutched her bottom as hard as she could. The poo was coming out. Tears came to her eyes as she felt it squeeze out towards her knickers. It touched the fabric, and started to squash out. She was pooing her skirt. She couldn't deny it. "I'm losing it," she said, sniffing. "I hope you're proud of yourself, making your 23 year old girlfriend poo herself like a baby." She felt the poo fill her knickers and stain her skirt. The stench was incredible. After sobbing for a while, she stumbled as the door opened behind her. Min-Jun was there, handsome, muscular, and with a massive erection. "Hey, babe," he said. "You look like you've made a mess. Let's look at it." "I hate you," said Sang-Mi, looking as threatening as a pretty girl in soiled knickers could, which is not very. He pulled up Sang-Mi's skirt. "Look at that," he said. "Looks like little Sang-Mi went poo-poo in her knickers. I think some punishment is necessary." "You're so gross," said Sang-Mi. "Yeah, I don't deny it," said Min-Jun. "Seriously, though, are you up for sex? Your humiliation really turns me on." "Oh, fuck, why not," said Sang-Mi. "It's not like I could get any more undignified." In truth, his irresistible strength and beauty were simply too much for her to turn down. Min-Jun tugged down Sang-Mi's filthy knickers and put her in the bidet. It washed the mess off her very nicely, leaving her bottom ready for fun. Min-Jun fetched the paddle from the bedroom, and put Sang-Mi across his knees, with his huge erection resting against her. He was close to climax, and he had to be careful to control himself. "You've been a bad, dirty little girl," he said. "Now let's see you get your punishment!" He spanked her bare bottom hard with the paddle. She squealed in pain, but inside was deeply enjoying it. So was Min-Jun. So much, in fact, that he lost control and ejaculated all over Sang-Mi's back. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's just so hot when you have an accident." "Opinions differ on that," said Sang-Mi. "I'm glad to see at least you had fun, though..." Sang-Mi felt his fingers on her G-spot. It was just too much. Before long, she was squealing in her own climax. "Yeah, that was pretty fun," she said. "Can we do it next time without the pooing myself bit?" "We'll see," said Min-Jun, stroking his beloved girl.