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  1. Hey folks! It's been a long time, but I've always liked this series, and at the behest of folks who wanted some more, I'm diving back into it. I'm including (In separate comments) each chapter. I hope you like it, and I'll write more soon. Chapter 1: Samantha of Northcrest. You, yes?" The guard captain was of the quiet sort, more befitting an scholar than a bloodied veteran of two wars. But Sam knew the man's prowess. Songs were sung of Gin Veridis, First Captain of the Royal Guard. Even outside of his feared armor, the Captain was a deadly swordsman...Perhaps even more so with the freedom from burdensome metal. "Aye, sir. I was recommended by Lieutenant Maxson to you after the Southerner Uprising was put down." Gin nodded, imperceptibly, reading the letter that Sam had brought with her. The paraffin wax seal lay on the Captain's desk. "Maxson is a good soldier, and officer. Your trip was long, though, even for a mercenary." A slightly disdainful smile crept up on Gin's mouth and immediately vanished. It was a common reaction in Samantha's work, and a reason he sought employment within the Guard. "No longer a mercenary, if you'll have me, sir. Maxson believed I would be a fair addition to the Guard, and I would like to take him up on that offer, if you'll have me." Gin stood, and Sam followed, as protocol dictated. She had done her homework - though she was low-born, she was expected to act with all the nobility of a lady in dealings with the royal court. Gin, however, seemed not to notice, instead going over to the small weapon rack opposite of the Captain's chamber. Warm sunlight filtered through the open glass window, a curious luxury practically unknown in the southern lands. It was an autumn day, and the harvest in full swing. "They say that battle is the truest way to show the heart of a man. There's no lies in a man trying to survive the edge of a sword. Maxson knows this well, so his recommendation carries some weight. But there are many men of ill repute that would attempt to settle themselves here. The greedy, the lazy, the lecherous and perhaps worst of all - the traitorous. And even...Especially then, who knows the heart of a woman? I like to get to know potential guardsmen before allowing them any post within the Palace. What say you, Samantha? Would you enjoy a 'chat?'" She nodded and the Captain, now at the weapon rack, drew out two swords, tossing one to Sam. It was of average quality for a normal sword. But it was no normal sword. The edge heavily dulled, its purpose was obvious. "Chats". Without a word, Gin stepped into a combat stance and engaged Samson, who barely parried the heavy opening swing, and protecting himself from the inevitable broken bone that would have followed. And so they began a deadly dance made only a fraction less so by the training blades. It was a test of skill, of experience and most important of all, character. Step in step, Samantha kept up and though the Captain seemed entirely at ease in combat, he did his best to match his skill. She knew the man was holding back, challenging though not overpowering. When she saw her opening to attack, Sam knew it was a forgery, but she took it anyway, to show the man she knew her way around a duel. The only surprise that she seemed to have given Gin, however, was when Sam deflected an attack that was clearly meant to disable and end the combat, riposting in a way that showed a glint of the Captain's true skill. It was enough to show Sam that she was clearly out of her league. Nevertheless, the Captain then stood back, effectively ending the spar. Barely breathing heavily, he nodded. "Well done, indeed, Sam. Your skill and experience serve you well. You may -" And in that instant, the Captain snapped into a salute, breaking off his commentary. Curiosity got the better of Sam, however, who turned behind her to see a girl at the door that she would later learn to be the Princess Amelie Gregorian, heir to the throne of Nortmund. Even as young as she was, Sam saw, at perhaps a mere eleven years weathered, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Golden-red hair cascaded in loose curls to her shoulders, and her face and stance held a kind, if hawkish, loveliness to them. Her body was lithe like a young girl, but her bloom was soon coming upon her, Sam was certain. She wore a frilly blue dress that fit her perfectly and completed the image that she was truly a princess first, and a child second. At the last second, when her eyes fell onto her, she then fell into a salute, shaky though it was. The music that was her voice matched her visage perfectly. "Captain Veridis." The Captain went to ease. "I had dropped by to examine the potential recruit." Her eyes drew to Sam again, making her nearly blush. "I've heard good things about her." "She is...Adequate, your Highness. Much to improve, as he is but a low-born, woman mercenary." Sam felt a twinge of resentment, but resisted it, and forgot it when the girl smiled at her. "The choice is, of course, up to you, your Highness." She stepped into the chamber striding with an elegant gait to the Samantha, who still held herself tensely. "There is no need to be nervous, my subject. I am not as harsh as the Captain here." She looked the woman over, walking in a circle around her. Samantha was nowhere near to the radiant beauty that the girl possessed, but she had a sort of real world, life-chiseled attractiveness to her. A short, tied-back haircut of wild blonde grew from her, and her body was well-maintained by training and combat. Her skill had protected beautiful face from scars, and most of the rest of her body as well. Her breasts were somewhat small, but never sagged, and her bottom the comment of many a lewd jeer. She felt like a horse at market under the girl's eyes though. Samantha's eyes noted that girl herself seemed a little tense as well, though only for a brief instant, as she bent down to look at Sam's toned legs. Samantha though, betrayed no sign of noticed. When the girl stood up again, she addressed the Captain. "You give your approval, Captain Veridis?" Her frame was impassive, but there was an impatient questioning in the girl's eyes. "She seemed a fair enough candidate, and better than many of the men I have seen this week, both in skill and character. It is something of a scandal, however, to induct a mercenary into the Royal Guard, and moreso to the point of a bodyguard. "Well, it is this, or a eunuch, and that would be a cruel thing to stoop to. Besides, she has the backing of Sir Maxson, yes?" the girl replied. He nodded. "Indeed, your Highness. Yes. She meets my standards, and those of your father." "And mine as well. What is your name, my subject?" "Samantha, of Northcrest, your Highness." She bowed deeply. "No longer, dear Samantha. You are now Guardian Samantha, of Nortmund, a Protector and Charge of the Royal Family, and personal bodyguard to the Princess Amelie Gregorian. Is this satisfactory?" Barely able to contain her excitement, Sam nodded quickly. "Most excellent!" The girl betrayed her youth with a clap of her hands, before continuing. "I must confess that I'm in a hurry. You may begin your duties now, by escorting me to my chambers and helping me to prepare for the harvest pronouncement of my father." "Your Highness, there is the short matter of providing her with the Seal of the Guard and the ritual contained. It will only be a few moments." The girl huffed, but acquiesced. "Of course, Captain, but please hurry." She left the room with that, and Gin went to a large cabinet, rifling through its contents. "You should consider yourself lucky, Corporal. The Princess does not often accept recruits so quickly. She must like you dearly. Here, your Seal," Gin said, handing her a white military sash with the gray and blue coat of arms of the royal family. "There is no real ritual, except a few more...Private orders, that I pass onto you from His Majesty. You see, the Princess is the heir apparent to the throne, but she has a few peculiar 'habits.'" Sam was confused, but somewhat expected it. Nobility had a way of being a little more eccentric. "Like what? She seemed well adjusted enough." "And that's how we'd like to keep her. She is normal enough, but...Well, you shall see soon. However, you must never let her 'habit' become public knowledge, and should do your best to protect her from prying eyes, even within the castle." He sighed ruefully. "Her mother the Queen is something the same, and I have a handful with that. It will be good that we finally have a bodyguard to deal with the Princess." Samantha gave him a sideways glance, but he quickly shooed her out into the hallway, where the Princess was tapping her feet impatiently, practically bounding with energy. Or... Samantha dismissed the thought, but it came unbidden to her anyway. In any event, she ignored it, and joined her charge. "Your Highness, I am afraid that I will make a poor bodyguard without arms and armor." "Do not worry about that, Samantha. We will get you provided for later today. Hurry though, we must get to my room!" "Of course, your Highness. Why the hurry though?" "Nevermind that!" Amelie snapped, then giggled. Her dress swished softly as they walked, and they had reached the other wing of the palace when the Princess suddenly stopped, holding a hand out for support against the smooth stone wall. A sharp intake of breath was heard as she paused, and she looked down momentarily. "Your Highness! Are you alright?!" Samantha tried to support her, to the Princess' protest, when the girl suddenly shuddered slightly, and a soft pattering sound rang from the carpet. "Yes, yes...Just get me to my room. Hurry, Samantha!" Needing no more encouragement, Sam picked the girl up, looking down and seeing a small wet spot in the carpet. Following the girl's terse direction, she headed up the stairs of the northern tower. Amelie's body was tense, and Sam was forced to realize that the girl was in desperate need to release her water. She could feel the girl's damp underwear through the dress, which distracted her with another feeling, and nearly caused her to turn a corner into the sight of a passing servant. Most of the staff was off the grounds, at the Palatial Green, preparing for the harvest pronouncement, but some staff were still within. Her startlement seemed to scare the princess as well, and she felt a renewed warmth from the Princess' bottom. "Hurry, Samantha, I can barely hold on!" Another corner, and another, and the Princess' double-doors stood, beckoning. She pushed them open quickly, not even noticing the lavish decorations of the apartment, and placed the Princess on her feet, where she jammed her hands into her crotch tightly. No longer a regal princess, she was a desperate young girl, barely holding on from soaking her entire dress, Through hissing breaths, the Princess said, "My dress...Get it off..." Samantha tried, but it was slow going. A low-born mercenary, dresses were somewhat foreign to her, and the elaborate one worn by the Princess was even worse. Every few seconds, Amelie squealed, and held tighter, but Samantha watched as small rivulets of golden urine trailed down the girl's stockings, becoming more and more powerful each time. "Hurry!" Amelie said, just as Samantha freed the last lace, causing the dress to fall to the ground in a frumpled heap. Amelie leaped away from it, and took one step. Out of her skirt, she was dressed only in a pair of beautiful silken underwear and stockings, as her breasts had yet to blossom. Though originally a light blue, they were now darkened by the girl's urine, and dripping as she leaked more. Samantha watched in fascination, as the girl squirmed and whimpered slightly, grabbing the underwear tightly, and pulling it taut against her labia. Her perfectly formed, womanly lips outlined the fabric, as her urine spurted out anew, barely held back. Trails of fragrant liquid streamed down her young, pale legs, slowing, but not stopping entirely. Amelie just stood there, squatting just slightly, as Samantha quietly approached. Almost unconsciously, she gently touched the girl's young bottom, eliciting a gasp from the Princess, who then lost all control. A hissing sound erupted through the fabric as pee shot out uncontrollably, cascading over Sam's hand. In a last ditch effort to hold back, the princess pressed herself against Sam's hand, but to no avail. Pee ran over it, and she could feel its pressure as it ran out of the girl's bladder. She was almost amazed by how much the girl held. It must've been some time - a minute, two maybe, and she was still going strong. Amelie's now dark blue panties dripped all over, and her stockings were covered in streaks where they weren't soaked entirely. Samantha realized that she too was wet, and a thrilled feeling ran from her hand to her head, making her lightheaded. She couldn't understand why, but she found the Princess' accident incredibly arousing. For her park, the Princess seemed more than a little excited herself, her breaths coming in short gasps, and a look of ecstasy on her face as her urine finally slowed, and stopped. She grinded herself against Sam's hand for a moment more before realizing what she was doing, and then jumped away staring at the woman. Some time passed for each of them, both too embarrassed by their respective actions to speak. Finally, the princess Amelie said, with a smirk and a giggle, "So, now you know my secret." Chapter 2: Samantha still couldn't believe what she had seen only a few minutes before. The little girl, the Princess Amelie, had wet herself...No, *soaked* herself right in front of her. Perhaps more shocking was her own reaction to the sight. Incredibly aroused, a hot blush enveloped her as she saw the lithe girl's wet ass, dripping with pee, the stockings she wore streaked with urine, and the look of almost orgasmic bliss on the Princess' face. After Amelie's rather redundant remark, she asked if Samantha might offer her some privacy to clean up, something that Samantha readily agreed to. The girl left her bodyguard in the ante-chamber of her apartments, while Samantha played the scene over and over in her mind. Almost involuntarily, she felt her hand gliding down to her most forbidden places, rubbing, massaging her pussy through her linen pants, cultivating that hot feeling of arousal, bringing herself closer, ever so closer to that peak of ple... A sudden noise, the sound of the door knob clicking caused Samantha to start, and she tried to appear composed as the Princess re-entered, though her face was still flushed, and her breath more than a little...Labored. For her part, the Princess looked every bit like the royalty she was, as if her indiscretion had never happened. She was dressed in fresh clothes, a beautiful, form-fitting dress in masterfully matched harvest colors - gold, orange and reds perfectly blended to make it seem as if she were a walking storm of fallen leaves. But to Samantha, all she could imagine were the underclothes beneath. She dismissed the thought however, as duty called. "Your Highness, are you feeling better?" A sly smile crept on Amelie's face, and she nodded. "I just wish I had a little more time to," she paused and giggled, "take care of things, before my father's pronouncement. But as it is, we shall be nearly late if we leave now! Here, you may take one of the ceremonial swords I practice with. It's pretty, but it'll work in a pinch as well. As for clothing...Hmm." Amelie clicked her tongue. "Well, they provide cloaks for the Guard, so we won't need to worry too much, but we'll need to get you something a little, well, more 'royal' soon." She smiled, and Samantha felt horribly under-dressed and, well, poor. "Nevermind for now, though Samantha. Grab one of the sabres from the walls, and we'll be on our way." Samantha nodded and looked against the wall, where a number of ceremonial swords rested, carefully placed on varying racks. In Nortmund, it was a traditional gift to give fine weaponry to the royal family, as a sign of respect for their martial prowess and the giver's own fealty. After a brief glance though, Sam wondered wryly at what a noble thought was "fine weaponry". Most of the weapons were gaudy and horribly unbalanced. One had a pure gold hilt, practically ready to bend and break at a good swing. Another's basket-guard was wrought with wires so fine and unreinforced that it would like as not slice the hand of the wielder if the sword swing didn't cut straight through. One, however, stood out amongst the rest, and Samantha's eyes laid down upon it immediately. The one word that could best describe it was elegant. It was a "new school" sword, slim and agile, meant for fencing as opposed to armored combat, which suited her just fine. The blade was curved just slightly in a reverse S, though it was straight enough for use as a thrusting weapon as well. The guard and hilt were streamlined, a beautiful silver-alloy in an outline of the royal family crest, and the pommel was weighted with a dark blue stone. Despite its beauty, Sam knew it to be a dangerous and deadly weapon, and her belief was confirmed when she held it, perfectly balanced and ready to cut the air. The Princess was too young to know such weapons intimately, but she did provide comment. "Sir Maxson gave me that for my 10th year of birth. He was always a kind man, and he seemed to put a lot of value in it." "With good reason, your Highness. He knows his steel." Samantha held it with awe, before quickly grabbing a silk scarf and creating a makeshift wrap for it. The Princess waited impatiently, and after, they were off with due speed. Already, the sun was deep into the afternoon, and the Harvest Pronouncement would begin with the red and oranges of the evening. Amelie led the way, bringing them to a stable where a detachment of the Guard and the Princess' carriage awaited. They saluted the two, much to Samantha's surprise, who was usually on the other end of such service. As Amelie climbed into the carriage, the sergeant of the detachment stood forward and addressed Samantha. "Madam Greylily, I am Sergeant Hawthorne of the Palatial Guard. I have news from Captain Veridis. He says that there are rumors of southern aggressors within the city. There is little to worry about, but he asks that you remain on your guard. You will find your cloak of office within the carriage, and we will be taking a route outside of the parade path this day." "Osland, here? That seems a little far-fetched, Sergeant. Are you sure?" Samantha felt the cold silk wrapping on her back instinctively. "The war has gone somewhat poorly in the weeks since your departure from the front. Our people fight well and valiantly, but there are traitors amongst the nobility, who wish to see the Royal Family deposed. Osland is providing them aid in this effort. You can be confident, however, that myself and my men are loyal retainers to the Palace. We shall see you safely to the event, and home again." "I have every expectation that you'll do a fine job, Sergeant." Though the man was grizzled, and perhaps twice her age, Samantha's experience and innate charisma lent a commanding air to her, and the man bowed to her as she entered the carriage. Amelie waited, smiling, and holding her cloak. "Beautiful, don't you think?" It was, though not in the way that the Princess was thinking. Its aesthetics were kind to the eye indeed, a wonderful blend of dark blue and white with the crest of the royal family, but its make impressed Sam. Entirely practical in use, it was made of a stout linen, with a silk underlining. Light enough for constant wear, robust enough for harsh weather, and heavy enough to deflect a blade in combat. Sam momentarily regretted the thought though - in recent days, her eyes were rarely appreciated the innate beauty of the world. It was numbers and function, the value in combat or its danger. Her life was a soldier's one, indeed. Out of the corner of her eye though, another feeling surfaced. Amelie sat there in repose, beautiful as ever, and her dress was draped carelessly, in such a way that it bared a pale, perfect thigh. A feeling of heat surfaced, and Sam found herself staring for a moment. She drew her eyes away finally, but not before she thought she saw the Princess watching her. Her heart leaping to her throat, she tried conversation to wile away the embarrassment. "So how do you feel, your Highness? Is everything aright for the festivity today?" The Princess gave her a sly look, before looking out the window once more. "Of course, dearest Samantha," she talked with a mature air at times, foreshadowing the royalty and power within the girl, "Though I'm somewhat distressed about the plans my father has for me." Samantha raised an eyebrow. "Is there something wrong?" "Well...No. It comes with nobility. Sons are kings and directors. Daughters are assets, half-property. The binders of nations. He intends to barter me off, and the harvest will be the first showing of me in true beauty." "I can scarcely think of you as lacking true beauty at any time, Princess." Amelie laughed a musical laugh. "Now you sound like a suitor! But no, this dress is the proof of it. My others are lovely to look upon, yes, but this one is meant to portray me as the trophy that every noble will want to wed." She sighed, then looked sideways toward Sam. "But I have a plan that might earn me a little more time." Fastening her cloak to herself, Samantha nodded to Amelie to go on. But instead of talking, she raised her dress a little farther, exposing the lovely orange panties that she wore. They fitted her snugly, outlining her forbidden parts well. Samantha lost her concentration, and her fastener. Amelie giggled. "You know my secret, dearest bodyguard. But it is more than a pleasure for me." She paused, fastening her eyes on Samantha. For Sam's part, her eyes were half-locked on the Princess' lower body. Her labia was just outlined in the orange silken fabric, and as she watched, it darkened slightly, as the girl released a two-second spurt of urine into it. Even from her position opposite of the Princess, she could see the goosebumps form on the girl's thighs, and felt her own body rush with adrenaline and arousal. "It's also a weapon for my freedom." "How...How do you mean, your Highness?" Sam felt on edge, like her heart was walking a tightrope. She was filled with a lust, though she knew it was forbidden. Despite that, she could barely contain it. "Unlike some," Amelie said, locking her eyes on Samantha, who started, "A nobleman would never desire to be with a dirty girl. My father may show me off this night, but should he pair me with anyone, I have a surprise for them." "But you've already...Done that, haven't you?" "I've let my water go, yes. But I've been holding back something else for a few days, and it's begging to be released. I'm not sure that I shall remain clean this night." The girl giggled, and let out a squeaky fart to punctuate her statement, before fidgeting. "It's actually somewhat hard to hold as it is. I may need your help later." "I am at your disposal, my liege." "I know you are," Amelie said, with a sly smile. ----- Hours later, night was settling in and the festival still in full swing. Her father the King was a charismatic speaker, and the citizens and nobility attending were in good spirits. Amelie's prediction had come true, and she was courted by various nobles. She brushed them away with ease however, and Sam saw a good part of the Princess' father in the girl. She had a way with words. Though too young to drink much, she was given a few glasses of wine, which was enough to put the girl into a much more sultry version of herself. But that sultriness was saved for Samantha, and her alone. She was at the girl's side the entire night, never leaving it, and she received quite a show. During the feast, she found her hand being guided down to the Princess' beautiful ass, during the powder pipe show. Caressing the girl's secret place, she felt the Amelie tense, and a warm wetness envelop her hand for a second, before stopping. Looking up at the princess' face, she saw the desperation in her eyes and knew she needed to move quickly. Helping the girl hike her skirt to a safe distance, she felt a cascade of hot liquid pour from her beautiful forbidden lips, through the orange panties and into the grass below. As it slowed to a stop, Amelie ground her pussy into Samantha's hand for a few brief moments before the servant came their way. Giving Samantha a secret smile, she went back to listening to her father. Soon though, the King had finished his talking, and the formalities of the night were nearly over. However, the dancing still remained. In these times, the nobility used dancing as a sort of courtship. It was rather ironic, but the practice actually grew from the peasant class - the nobles made it all fancified, but its origins were still undeniable. As Amelie and Samantha stood from the table, the orchestra sprung into action. A light melody, an overture, Samantha thought, began. "We should take our leave before we're delayed for this. I'm really not feeling up to dancing right now. Something rather more...Pressing, calls me," Amelie said quietly. Samantha nodded, looking around for Hawthorne, but he was nowhere to be found for the moment. "Of course, your Highness. I'll go call for -" "Ah, Princess Amelie, you look striking tonight, as always." The voice was a youth, barely older than Amelie herself, Sam was sure. It belonged to an ostentatiously dressed noble, who wore the sash of Northcrest. Samantha knew him, being the heir apparent of her home county. The son of Duke Gregory, Isaac Gregory. The last time she had seen the boy, his voice was still high as a choir singer's. She doubted his maturity had followed his physical development. "You flatter me, Isaac. It pleases me to see you. Did you enjoy my father's speech?" The girl nodded to the boy, as befitting his station. She seemed tense, and Sam hoped the exchange would end soon. The girl must've been holding her waste for some time. "I did, but I found myself distracted by you. Would you care to join me in the dance?" The boy looked smugly at her, and Samantha was about to intercede, but Amelie gave her a look that said that this was a highborn affair. Sam sighed and stepped back. "But of course, Isaac. Please, wait here Guardian. I'll return shortly." Taking the boy's outstretched hand, the princess followed him to the makeshift dance floor, where the twirling dresses of the varying aristocracy made the night bloom with the colors of harvest. Samantha was left alone at the table, and resigned herself, grumpily, to waiting. She picked at the things that were supposed to be snacks, according to the maitre d', before resolving to find Sergeant Hawthorne while the princess was occupied. Glancing toward the dance floor, she saw the girl dancing magnificently, though she could see the tenseness in the girl's body. The thought of her desperation made a slight heat erupt in Sam's body. Finding Hawthorne was not as difficult as she thought it might be. He was chatting it up with the gate guard, who were watching the etrance to the noble's area of the festival, keeping the "unclean" masses from intruding. The man had a mug in his hand, but seemed sober as she approached, and snapped to attention. "Orders, Guardian?" "Her Highness will be taking her leave soon. Gather the guard and transport, and we'll be along." Sam's voice was commanding, strong. She fell into the role of officer easily, given her previous experience. Hawthorne nodded, as was off immediately. The gate guard remained in repose, and gave her a rueful look when she raised her eyebrow to him. Then again, some authority would have to be built over time. She turned on her heel, back to the dance floor. However, when she arrived back, she realized to her horror that the princess was gone. A second, frantic glance across the floor confirmed it, and she knew that Amelie was not safe. Thoughts ran through her mind. Could it be the traitorous nobles? Or worse? Calming herself, she knew she had to act. However, raising an alarm here would cause a panic and a scandal, so she would have to move quietly...And quickly. She'd been gone only for a few minutes, so she knew that the Princess could not have gone far. The best plan of action would be to track down the boy first. That task, she found, would be easier than she'd have hoped. Amongst the nobles and their protectors was the captain of the Northcrest guard, drunk as he would be when back home. Striding briskly, and acting casually, she approached the inebriated man, who was regaling a few young guardsmen with a ribald tale of some false nature. "And then, when I...Afffter I rescued her, she of course, hash to pay me back. Shpecial like," Felken, Guard Captain of Northcrest, said, with a shit-eating grin on his face. When he saw Sam, the grin grew even wider. "Well, of all the hells there are! If'n it ain't Slender Sam? Wuz this now...You with the *Royal* Guard?" "No time, Fel. Where's the boy?" "Wot boy, girly girl?" Felken reached his knobby hand toward her breast, and she swatted it away. He barely seemed to notice. Hadn't changed a bit in five years. "You know, Fel. Isaac." Her voice was contained, but the heat behind it radiated from her. Fel's eyes furrowed for a second, but then he shrugged. "Back behind th' Pavvy Tents. Got some young'un in tow. 'Sowin his seed' and all that!" Felken laugh a ribald laugh, but Sam was already gone before the man had stopped chuckling. The last thing she needed was some two bit nobleman of HER county violating the heir to the throne of Nortmund. The Pavilon Tents lined the northern edge of the Green where the festival was taking place. It was quite quiet, as most of the people were at the dance floor. Occasionally a servant would come running about, but would disappear just as quickly. She felt no compunction any longer to play the part of an unafraid Guardian, and drew apart the wrapping to her sword, baring its cold steel to the night. Grasping it in her sword hand, she gliding silently amongst the darkened tents, listening for sound. A muffled shout was all that she needed. Tents of red and green, purple and gold. But only one of green and white, the colors of Northcrest. And that's where she heard Amelie's voice. Caution held her pace steady however, and she approached it carefully. The flap was hanging loosely, and a lamp light illuminated the edges. Voices could be heard within. "Oh, dearest Princess, your reputation is well known. Such a..." The sound of a slap rang out, along with a squeal. "Tease." As Sam crept closer, and pulled the flap back, she saw the young Gregory, and two men-at-arms, both engrossed with the visage of Amelie before them. "You can't do this, Gregory. My father will have your *head*!" "He'll do no such thing. To lose such a valuable bargaining chip in the negotiations with the war? My father influence is strong, and that makes me untouchable. Besides, what worth is a daughter with no maidenhead?" Snapping his fingers, one of the men moved forward, pinning the girl against a large crate. Her beautiful body was outlined in the dim torchlight, and hear eyes almost glowed with fear. "But if I take that maidenhead, it could bring our families closer together, yes? Just think of it as 'helping' the King. Now, let's get a closer look at the goods, shall we?" Samantha could feel the sinister smile on Isaac's face, and the boy threw Amelie's dress up. "What's this now? Did the Princess have an accident in her skivvies? You are a dirty bitch, aren't you? I'll teach you the meaning of good ettiquette." With that, he reached out to her dress to rip it off. Amelie's soaked panties darkened anew with urine as her fear got the better of her. Sam knew the time was now. "Touch her, and you'll never touch anything with that hand again, Gregory." Sam's voice was cold and sharp, icy as the blade in her hand. Spinning around, with a thrill of terror on his face, Isaac stared at her and, realizing she was alone, regained his smug smile. "Ah, the Guardian comes to save the day. But too little, too late, too few. It will be sad when I have to report that a traitor amongst the Guard itself tried to ruin our courtship. Kill her." Sam's face was unchanging, as the men-at-arms drew their swords. They were heavy, meant for the battlefield. Dangerous and deadly weapons, but no match for an agile fencer. They had some measure of skill though, approaching her at flank. Even ill-equipped and experienced, two opponents were a serious danger. Sam had to take the initiative. Waiting for them to begin closing up, Sam rushed the man in front, deflecting his heavy blow with ease and sliding right past him, just in time to miss the thrust from the second man behind. As the first spun around to meet her, she let him run himself through on her blade. She was surprised with how easily it sliced through flesh and sinew, allowing her time to bring the sword up and around to knock away the swing of the second man. Realizing he no longer had the tactical advantage, he instead circled, as Sam followed. It was only a few seconds before Sam gave a light swing, anticipating the riposte and spinning around, slicing the man's arm clean off. In shock, he tried to scream, but only a strangled croak came out, before he fell to the ground, groping for his lost arm. The first man already lay still, cut from stomach to shoulder. Isaac looked at her with horror as she shook the blood from his blade. Her steps came like thunder as she raised her sword one more time to strike. "Sam, no!" Amelie held up her arm, and the command resonated through Sam, her sword arm held in stasis, her eyes burning a hole through Isaac. "We cannot be associated with the murder of a noble, no matter how...Repugnant." Isaac stood, staring at Sam's sword, his mouth agape. "He won't speak of this. It would destroy him and his father were it to become public knowledge. Instead, you will return to Northcrest and remain their for your days, won't you Gregory?" The boy nodded, just barely, terror outlined in his eyes. "Good then. Come Guardian, we must leave before we are seen." The Princess grabbed Sam's hand, leading her from the tent and through the maze of the others, before stopping suddenly, and embracing Sam deeply. "Thank you...Thank you so much Sam. I was so afraid." Tears were in the Princess' eyes. "Of course, your Highness. Of course. Are you alright?" Sam held the girl close for a moment before she moved away. "Please...You will call me Amelie, Sam. You deserve it. And yes, I'm fine. He didn't touch me at all, though I'm sure he meant to. We need to - ugh." The girl suddenly bent over, holding her ass tightly. "Mmmm...I can barely hold on Sam. I need to poop so badly, and this didn't help at all. We need to get back." As if to mark the point, the girl farted loudly. Sam saw the outline of the girl's delicious ass through the fabric of her dress, and could barely keep herself back. "Of course, your highness. I've already arranged for the carriage back." Sam could use a break herself. It had been some time since she had released her own water, and combat always made her need worse. "Mmph...Good. Lets go." The Princess led the way, and they wandered their way through the tents toward the edge, where the lights of the festival twinkled merrily still. Amelie stopped suddenly, and gasped. "Oh no! It's going to come out!" The princess bent her knees slightly. "Sam, please! You must help me hold it!" Amelie begged. Sam quickly strode behind her and slid a hand under the girl's dress, feeling her tight ass. She put her hand on the girl's panties, and pressed up against her anus, which was puckering with a barely held log. "Got to poop so badly..." Amelie mumbled. Finally, Sam felt the turd slide back, and Amelie relaxed somewhat. "Thank the gods. But we *must* hurry." They crossed the Green quickly, and made their way through the mingling crowds. Soon, they came upon the carriage, where Hawthorne stood, ready. "Home, Sergeant." Amelie commanded, tersely. "Of course, your Highness." Hawthorne snapped a salute and went to the head of the group immediately. Sam opened the door for Amelie, who climbed in quicker than lightning. Sam followed, to find the girl desperately holding her behind. "Quick! Close the door! I can't hold it any longer!" Sam did so, as the carriage rode off, and Amelie kneeled down against the bench, raising her dress, and then giving a smoky glance toward Sam. "Guardian, I'm afraid my ordeal has fatigued me so. I just cannot hold it any longer. I'm going to have an accident..." Sam knelt as well, mesmerized again by the Princess. Her delicious ass hung in the air, clad by a slightly damp pair of orange panties. The lace around the edges only seemed to accentuate Amelie's natural curves. Suddenly though, the girl tensed, and she saw her cheeks spread. The smell of feminine poo filled the air as Amelie farted one more time, a quiet, sneaky one, and then a tiny bump appeared at her bottom. "Mmmph..." Amelie's face was one of concetration and ecstacy. She bore down, and the bump began to grow as the thick, firm log of poo slid out into the girl's panties. She grunted, and it grew even more, to the size of a large ball, and then a wet fart came out, sputtering from the confines of her soiled underwear. "Oh gods," she said, "I'm pooping myself like a child. I just can't hold it. It's so big." Sam agreed. Her hand, moving on its own, reached for the Princess' bottom, feeling the bulge, it warmth and softness. Suddenly, the girl let loose with another fart, and she bore down again, expelling more poo into her loaded panties. "I can't stop it, Sam." "You don't have to, Amelie..." The poop continued to come out for a few second more, pushing the limits of the girl's panties. As if waiting for the cue of her finishing, Amelie's bladder released again as well, pouring liquid gold onto the wooden floor of the carriage. A soft patter accompanied it. It caused a similar, desperate twinge in Sam's bladder, and she felt a spurt dampen her own leggings. Sam's arousal grew almost exponentially, and her hand moved on its own volition, sliding along Amelie's pussy, eliciting a gasp from the girl. "Oh *gods* that feels good." Amelie's breath came hard, in gasps, and before Sam could stop herself, her hand slid past the girl's wet panty crotch and began massaging her clit. Amelie grinded herself against Sam's hand, and in no time was shuddering with an orgasm. She fell to the carriage floor, holding herself with her arms on the bench. Her butt made a squelching sound as it hit the floor. Some time passed, neither saying a thing. The combined growing desperation and arousal in Sam made her hold her own crotch. Amelie didn't seem to notice, lost in her own world. Finally, Amelie spoke up. "Oh dear. I've had a terrible accident in my panties. I *am* such a dirty girl, aren't I?" The Princess giggled. Then, seeing Sam's plight, she said: "Oh dear, I have barely let my guardian have the time to take care of her needs. What a terrible mistress I am. Here, let me help you." Before Sam could react, Amelie was on top of her, fiddling with the straps of her pants, revealing her leggings and underwraps, already damp with her own pee. She moved deftly, but then 'accidentally' pressed against Sam's bladder, making her lose another spurt, this time soaking her underwraps. The golden trickle ran under her ass, warming it. She could barely hold on, and squirted again, for longer. A soft hissing sound filled the carriage as pee soaked her wraps and leggings, going on for seconds before Sam could get her bladder under control. "Oops! I'm sorry, Sam. Let's get those off." She undid them easily, revealing Sam's shaven pussy. It made her more comfortable on the hot days, and she like how she looked with it trimmed. Amelie regarded it admirably. "You must need to go so badly. Am I right?" Sam nodded. "So badly, your Highness. I've been holding it all day." The Princess nodded, but then did something unexpected. She leaned down, and began licking Sam's pussy. The feeling was ungodly, and Amelie was a natural at it. Her juices oozed from her crotch, and the Princess lapped it up. Pausing for a moment, she said, "That feels better, doesn't it? We'll make you feel all better." Before Sam could respond, she dived back in, and Sam's words were turned into moans. Her bladder was at the limit, but she tried to hold on - she could pee in the Princess' face! But as Amelie continued, her need grew greater. Only the continued ministrations of the girl allowed her to hold back. But she could feel the orgasm coming, and when it did, there would be no holding back the flood. "Please, Princess, I need to pee soo badly. I won't be able to hold it, if I come..." Amelie only responded by going harder, sending Sam over the deep end. The orgasm was so sudden, so powerful, that it took the breath from her and nearly caused her to pass out. Waves of pleasure racked her, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming in ecstacy. The floodgates fell open though, and a cascade of pee fell into Amelie's waiting mouth, where she drank greedily, still sucking Sam's secret place. The relief was so great, releasing herself into Amelie's mouth, that the orgasm continued for as long as she peed, until finally she slowed, and fell back against the carraige, completely spent. Amelie climb up on her, straddling her, and kissing her deeply. Her shit-filled panties rubbed against Sam's pussy, eliciting another wave of pleasure. And, as a final gift, Amelie released her last bit of pent up urine, the golden liquid running down into Sam's pussy, wetting it and warming it. When their lips released, Amelie smiled at her. It was mischievous, and alluring. It was too much. "Not bad for a first day, hmm?" Three months had passed since the incident at the Harvest Festival, and still Samantha felt like she was constantly on her guard. She couldn't be sure whether the princess' brief kidnapping was one foolish drunken mistake or a political move, but she didn't want to risk it again. Sadly, it had left little time to indulge this new aspect of herself, one unleashed by Amelie's delightful body. The colder months meant heavier clothes and longer stays inside of the castle, where prying eyes kept them from their play. Still, every once in awhile they managed to sneak away for some fun. Today, however, was all business. The Princess' father was holding court, addressing the problems that were arising through the winter. Namely, mercenaries that had failed to find employment or warmer climes. Stuck in the northern lands, they had turned to raiding and banditry in order to survive this unusually harsh winter. The gentry of these varying counties were now turning to the king, and his currently idle soldiers, for support. Samantha wasn't sure what choice she'd make. From a military stand-point, soldiers need to be at use, else they grow bored, restless, and hostile. And the closer to home they are, the happier they'll be. Still, even in the dead of winter, it wasn't an impossibility that a full-scale incursion could happen. However, three months hovering around the Court gave her the gut feeling that the timing of these complaints, if not the raids themselves, was too off. She left the judgment to Amelie, however, as another feeling in her gut told her that her bowels were full. It had been a few days since she had last gone, and the thought of later made her blood pulse a little. She wore a Winter Guard robe, white with a red sash. It was supported with soft leather, providing some protection and better warmth. Under it, her underwear was a soft white cotton that caressed her perfectly toned ass as she walked. Next to her, walking in step with Samantha, Amelie was dressed in a gray, fur-lined dress with red trimmings. It was conservative for her style, but also a gift from her favorite uncle, who was in the court today, so she decided on wearing it. Her panties, Samantha had noticed, were a rich silk the color of purple. She had noticed that the girl had begun to blossom into womanhood, reaching her first lunar phase a month and a half ago. In eager fashion, she soon demanded Samantha teach her how to wrap her breasts, which her Guard was only too happy to do. The cotton wrapping peeked just barely above the back of the dress. “It's a precarious time. My father must show his support for the nobility, especially now, during the hard times. But it is no coincidence that these requests arise now, especially from the southern districts...” The Princess' hair was curled today, falling in bangs across her perfect face. She gave Samantha a slight smile as she talked, one that was undoubtedly meant to be hidden, but still caught by her ever-watchful guardian. “He'll offer help. But I suspect that he'll do it in a way unexpected. If I know him, he'll offer an “amnesty” to the mercenary companies.” “It's a bold move. Good gold can sway most mercenaries. Those that accept will get a free trip to the frozen front, and a ticket for some conscript to see his family. Or maybe use those mercenaries to hunt down the other bandits.” Amelie seemed delighted at Samantha's insights, commenting that she'd fit right in with the scheming nobility, something that gave Sam a slight flutter of dread. “Don't worry, you'd stand out like a sore thumb anyway. Too much integrity. My father does like you though. My mother too. I wanted it to be a bit of a surprise, but he intends to honor you with a rank today.” Samantha smiled back and feigned surprise. She'd found out through the Sergeant under her charge, Hawthorne, a week previous. The man was reliable to a fault, but you could only tell him things that you wanted the front lines to know about within a day. “Don't worry though, you'll still be my guard. Just with a little more authority to back you up. And it'll give my father and mother reason to have a proper conversation with you. They're nice people you know. Despite my occasional comments.” Amelie smiled. “You make them sound as if you were bringing me home as a suitor.” “Would that I could,” she said, grinning evilly. An alcove came upon them and the Princess, as at home as she was, ducked into it before Sam even had any idea of what was going on, before being dragged into it herself. A large statue of a hulking warrior blocked any view of them from the main hall. In a giggling whisper, the Princess grabbed Samantha's breast, immediately hardening the nipples, cooing to her: “I've been so...So uncontrollable with my urges for you. Wanting you, to touch, to be touched. To have your hand here.” She guided Sam's hand to the Princess' nether regions, where Samantha massaged the girl softly, eliciting an equally soft moan. This continued for some few seconds before she herself could barely contain her desire, and slid her hand to the break in Amelie's dress, reaching into those delicious purple panties. The girl's forbidden place was warm and soft, engorged and slick with lust, and Sam wasted no time in sliding a finger inside the girl. It was only a minute, maybe two - time was hard to keep track of – before the girl was gripping Sam like a vice, grinding against the hand, before suddenly tensing and biting (painfully) into the Guard's shoulder as she came. And as she did, a warm wetness enveloped Samantha's hand as golden liquid cascaded from the girl's pussy, soaking those purple panties and running down her smooth, pale legs. Rivulets reached down into the fur-lined boots, immediately hidden and soaked up. Made for snow, a little golden rain would do little to hurt them. However, the patter of urine hitting the stone floor made Sam a little worried that someone might hear, though a quick look back showed that noone was in the hall, miraculously enough. Turning back, the Princess was just coming out of the throes of passion. A blush had enveloped her face, and pee continued to pour from her soaked panties. She must've been holding herself up from sheer for of will alone. And holding very, very tightly to the stone wall. The hungry look that she was giving Sam said that her own body was not safe, but she knew that they would be late if they did not hurry. And in any case, her need to poop was growing, and she didn't need her muscles spasming for any reason. Before the Princess could sink her lips onto Samantha's pussy, she drew her away with a deep kiss, before checking for an empty hallway, and hurrying them along. As they approached the central chambers, the petite orchestra was still playing, ensuring that they were, thankfully, not late. The guard admitted them, and they found themselves surrounded with the gentry of the kingdom. Differing styles, differing cultures – they could each be found within the Royal Court. After all, the unified kingdom was relatively young in comparison to the lordships of the counties. The ceremonies were just beginning, and the nobility filed themselves about, seeking seats according to rank and privilege. Amelie briefly greeted varying nobles as she passed, while Samantha followed in the wake of the royal princess. She took her place amongst the head of the honor guard, accompanied by the other members of the official Royal Guard. Each of the Royal Guard stood out from the rank and file near them. Depending on their charge and their care, their finery reflected their assignment and needs, as well as their own personal styles. There was, of course, Veridis, in all his glory. But the others she had come to know and chat with: Guardian Johan, commander of the South Watch, dressed in a light, white robe emblazoned with the royal symbol. A spear was strapped to his back, the spear that had single-handedly protected Lord Robert de'Conne when traitors attempted to assassinate him. Johan was grim, cold and always serious. Still, Samantha had come to know that he could be charming, if he so chose. He just never so chose. On the other side of fashion and personality was Guardian Griffiths, the Lord Calvary Commander. Armed with a curious combination of a shielded glaive, he taught himself to ride at an early age, and to fight soon after, when the war had first begun. His cunning was said to be matched only by his kindness. Garbed in a pearled ceremonial scale vest and white silken vestments, he was second only to Veridis, and his loyalties rumored to be held first to the people under his care. There were others, of course, but Samantha was distracted. A few days worth of poop pressed painfully against her anus, threatening to cause a disgrace in the woman's wrapped, white cotton panties. With a supreme effort, she managed to fight the cramp off, just as the King began his sermon and service. Nortmund combined the religious and ministerial aspects of government into a single entity within the royal family. After all, as the King is believed to be descended from divine heritage, so too are his sermons thought to be divinely inspired. However, at the moment his words flowed past her like so much the sounds of nature. Nature, instead, was calling her urgently, a fact that the princess had most certainly picked up on. During the speech, the guard was turned outward, toward the audience, as a precautionary method. But after the speech, she turned to see Amelie staring at her. From the distance, she looking nothing less than a beautiful, young woman. The only aspect that marred the image was the predatory hunger that lusted through the princess' eyes, as she ate up Sam's desperation. And indeed, it was getting worse. As the minutes wore on, so too did the cramps get worse. Each time, it became harder and harder to keep herself closed up, much less keep her composure. The crowd, for their part, were enthralled (Or at least pretending to be) by the King, and so ignored the “servant guard”. For that, she was thankful, but the situation was becoming more dire. Just then, the white noise of the King's voice came to an end, and for one brief moment, she thought that her necessity as an honor guard would be at an end. No such luck. “Guardian Samantha of Nortmund, stand forward, and receive the blessing of prestige and promotion.” That was the queen's voice cutting to her. The Queen, although Amelie would be loathe to admit, was not merely a figure position within the royal family. Most, if not all of the secondary administrative duties fell to her, and as such, she played a critical part in the ministration of the kingdom. Still, she was second to the King, an idea that made Amelie, and Sam too, chafe. Her announcement continued, and Sam realized with a shock that she had entirely forgotten about the improvement of her rank. She saluted the Queen, and strode to toward the dais where the royal family sat, just as a cramp bore down on her again. She nearly gasped in pain, as her anus puckered out, refusing to close. Sam cursed her fate at being the first of the ceremony for such an honor. It was, indeed, a great honor to be chosen as the first (Or so she'd been told before), but there were more pressing things on her mind. And body. She removed her weapon and laid it behind her, causing her hole to open even more as she bent over. Try as she might, she could barely hold back the days' worth of poo that was about to exit. Kneeling down before the King and Queen was even worse, and a small log pushed its way into her underwrappings, a precursor of what was to come. In the background, the Princess Amelie was barely able to contain her own lust, watching her Guardian so desperate, and she surreptitiously she slid her legs together and back and forth, squeezing her thighs as she tried to massage her forbidden spot. Next to her, the Queen rose, with a sash in hand. Unlike the one she wore currently, this was embroidered with marks of rank in silvery weave and base gemstones, denoting a Knight Bachelor of the Guardians. Truly, an honor, it was acceptance into the royal family itself, albeit as a low noble. Even with her desperation, seeing it made her eyes glitter with wonder. She would be the first of her family to hold any sort of nobility. And she couldn't help but wonder who... Another cramp made her breath catch in her throat. Only the Queen noticed, and her face made no movement, but Sam could see in the woman's eyes recognition...And something else too. All thought, though, were blasted away, and the Queen's speech as well, as the cramp became worse, and Sam began to lose control. Her toned ass separated again, widening as her anus puckered up. A long, thick, firm turd slid out, tenting the woman's underwear, making it bulge. It broke off, but was immediately followed by another, slightly smaller, and then another. Kneeling there, she was thankful for her robe, else anyone would've been able to see her wraps bulge out with poo, and turn a faint brown. With a supreme effort, she was able to close her hole, but much more was wanting to get out. She felt like her wrappings could barely contain what was already there, and she dare not lose anymore. Else, her disgrace would be public. Her problem was compounded by a sudden need to pee, spurred on by her brief loss of control. Thankfully, the Queen was finishing with her speech, and turned back to Sam. Each step was slow, and graceful, and each of those drawn out moments made her desperation worse. As protocol dictated, Sam removed her sash, and held it for the Queen's taking. In its place, her new one, decorated with rank was placed in her hands. She fastened it to herself, and at the Queen's beckoning, arose, to the entirety of the Guard saluting her. With a roar they raised their weapons into the air, and the nobility itself was then clapping, though in a more conservative manner than the warriors. It was an indescribable feeling, to her so many giving her such respect. She felt warm inside, shocked, almost. Then she realized that warmth wasn't just the overwhelming honor, but pee as well, that had escaped her bladder, and was spurting out down her leg ever so slightly. She clamped herself shut, but knew that time was running out. They wouldn't stop the salute, though, and the Queen moved next to her, waving to them, adding strength to the din. With horror, and before Sam could do anything, she felt the woman's hand glide down to Sam's ass, and feel the bulge that was there. But there was no recoil of horror. No outburst of disgust. The Queen gave her a sidelong glance, and then completed the ceremony with a kiss to each cheek, staring into Samantha's eyes. So close, Sam realized where Amelie got her beauty from. The Queen herself was stunning, in a more mature way. But then, she was gone, turning back to her seat. As part of the honor, Sam would be attending the royal family's private dinner, which would allow her to get to know her charges better. For the time being though, she was trapped to stand again. Thankfully, her waste had no odor. But with both her water and waste still pressing at both doors, she could only pray it did not take much longer. How she lasted as long as she did she could only guess, and she attributed it partially to the grace of God. She was the only promotion of the ceremony, and so the rest went to court business, of which there was little in this month. The announcements took the most time, and Sam squirted twice into her underwraps again, and let more than a few farts silently go. It finally ended, however, and the courtiers stood, to chat and converse a little longer before leaving. Sam was finally free to go, and so she did. She knew she wouldn't make it to a privy, but she hoped she could at least make it to a secluded hallway to finish her disgrace. Dodging the courtiers proved a problem though. It seemed that every other one of them wanted to stop and congratulate her, and perhaps curry some favor. She thanked them all, but said that she had martial business to attend to, but to send word later so that they might have more time to discuss matters. Or something to that effect. She only made it about halfway before she started losing control again. Her anus began to open up again, and another log threatened to push its way out into her overcrowded panties. A few more steps, and then golden liquid spurted out from her pussy, gliding down her concealed legs. With her hole already stretched wide, holding her pee was even harder, and she couldn't stop the slow trickle. Almost to the door, she began peeing in earnest, spurting uncontrollably into her panties. As long as she kept moving, noone would notice her accident in the crowded floor, but her control was quickly slipping away, and her stream growing heavier. She took smaller steps to try and keep any pee from soaking her dress, as rivulets streamed down her muscular legs. She stepped into the hallway, and rounded away from the exiting courtiers, deeper into the castle, toward the royal chambers. Ducking into an alcove, she gave up any pretense of control. What little pee was left within her cascaded out, and poo slid out of her easily, piling into her panties until, with no room left, falling to the floor with dull thuds. The relief was almost orgasmic, and the entire situation had her almost demonic with lust. As her body expelled the last of its waste, she tried to survey the damage. Her robe was, thankfully, fairly dry. Being heavy as it was, it wouldn't show much wetness anyway. Her underwraps were a disaster though, full of poo. Carefully, she untied the knots holding it together, and let them drop to the ground. Best to let a servant think some noble disgraced themselves. Her pussy was on fire however, and she resolved to get back to her quarters for some much needed relief of a different sort. However, when she turned around, she found herself face to face with Rosalia Gregorian, Queen of Nortmund. Her face was impassive, her eyes betraying no thought, not even a hint of what she might've seen. “You look to be in distress, Lady Samantha. May I offer you some assistance?” Chapter 4 A fancy dress is...Perhaps...One of the most difficult things to move in. This, Samantha had decided the first time she'd actually put one on. Even plate armor, heavy as it was, would be actually designed and tailored to its wearer. Interlocking plates, padding on the inside. Perhaps not the most comfortable outfit ever. But you can move in it. Whalebone compressed her lungs until she could scarce breathe, and layers of petticoats threatened to catch up her legs with every step. She was, however, a lady. And ladies, apparently, subjected themselves to crude torture on a regular basis. Sam mused that the reason must be as a sacrifice for living longer than the male counterparts. Shifting her legs again, she would have preferred death at the moment. Across from her sat the Queen of Nortmund, Rosalia Gregorian. Rose, to Sam. They sat in a library, currently being tended to by the Archivists. The robed men mulled about, checking and reordering books, inserting new volumes, removing others. Poring over data. Aside from the nobility, the Archivists were amongst the few in the realm who were literate. It was not always as such. Before the Libraries – not the comparatively small one that resided in the southern wing of the Palace; rather, true centers of knowledge and learning – were burned after the fall of the First Kingdoms, most people across what is now Nortmund and beyond could read. Could write. There were stories and culture found within the books. Theatre writings and such. “You could intimately understand the people and their works from these dramas.” said the monarch, noticing Samantha's eyes glancing about. The Queen, in her own regalia, was graceful even in the ridiculous dresses expected of the female nobility. She spoke with a cool, utterly confident tone, though it was still friendly, comforting. “Explorations of the mind. The soul. The body.” The emphasis, though almost non-existent, spoke volumes. Enough to fill a portion of the library, even. As if she had commanded it, the Archivists began filing out, speaking quietly to themselves. They were a reclusive group, though friendly enough. Their knowledge though, and their practices, made them stand out. They understood the workings of the mind, both literally and metaphorically, better than almost anyone. Definitely Sam. Perhaps even the nobility. As the last of them left, they closed the door behind them, leaving an utter silence, save for the blowing of the winter wind and the crackle in the fire. The Queen stood, smiling at the Guardian. There was a trace of stiffness to her, the regal bearing that she carried. “I'd been meaning to ask you: How has the burden of tithe and title been treating you?” Sam took another sip for the mulled wine, its heat permeating her body. “Well, much the same really. I mean, it was mostly just an honor of ranking, wasn't it?” “Yes, though it more or less formally inducts you into the Royal Family. Extended, of course. Many of the Guardians who acquit themselves well find a place there. If you were to ever bear children, or leave a legacy of such a nature, the honors of Privilege would guarantee their place. It also makes you more suitable for the social exhibitions amongst the nobility as well. Amelie really likes you, you know. She says you have a shrewd mind.” The Queen walked about the library, pacing slowly. “I serve as best I am able, my Queen.” Sam felt a twinge in her bladder. She hoped this wouldn't last too long, as it would do no good to have a repeat of the last week. “Though I must admit, the field of battle is somewhat more comfortable than that of Court.” Rose smiled at her. “One you should learn, however. My dear daughter has a great ordeal ahead of her in life, and she needs someone to protect her, not only from physical dangers, but from those posed by a dangerous word, or a cold rumor. She needs someone there to advise her, but the few “Ladies” who would be of any use to her are as untrustworthy as they are clever. And, of course, avoiding suitors like the plague, as she does, there is little chance of her falling into subservience anytime soon. Besides, she is a fine judge of character.” The woman stopped near the fire briefly. “And she likes you.” Samantha was glad that she was turned away from the Queen, as her blush would have made things awkward. She discreetly pressed her legs together, grimacing at her body's desire for relief. “Yes, well...She is a pleasure to serve as well. Your daughter is both beautiful and cunning. It is a honor to be of use to her.” “Indeed. Your ranking will help to protect her social health as well as her physical. The mind as well as the body. Of course, this all depends on a few things. You have potential, yes.” The Queen leaned against the chair closest to the fireplace, her shadow dancing across the floor toward Sam. “But the quality of your character is something that requires better understanding. And so my husband and I decided that we would each get to know you. He greatly desires a new mind to bounce tactics and war off of as it is. It, sadly, occupies much of his time these months, as it must.” “For myself though...Well...How are you feeling?” “Well, my liege, of course.” Sam wondered at the question and sudden change of pace. “Are you? You know, you remind me a little bit of a dear friend I had when I was a bit younger...” The story soon spiraled out, and both Samantha and the Queen conversed, chatting, exchanging stories, jokes. A servant entered and added more wood to the fire and left. The gray light outside had begun to fade into night. The Queen was witty and very beautiful. Amelie was thin, and would be her whole life, but the Queen had curves to her that few could match. Silky hair and flawless, pale skin, just barely touched with lines. Thalos, God of Wisdom and Serenity, left his feet at the corners of her eyes, a symptom of a lifetime of laughter. It was like seeing Amelie in 20 or 30 years. It was a comforting thought. “And so it goes with so many of my ladies. I deal as best I can though,” Rose said, smiling. “But how are you feeling, Guardian?” Sam's bladder was on fire, as was her body. Her pupils were practically blown, alive with lust, unfocused but omnipresent. She wasn't sure how much longer she would last, but time was definitely running out. “Well, though my duties will soon call for me. I would be more than happy to return shortly, after I have seen to them.” “Soon, dearest. It has been a distinct pleasure conversing with you. But I have one last question.” A surge in Samantha's bladder caused her to slam her legs together, barely keeping her urethra closed. “Of course, my Queen. Anything.” “How is my daughter?” “She's as happy as I can tell, my - “ “That's not what I mean, Lady Samantha. I've noticed that you shared certain...Predilections...That my daughter does.” Sam's heart slammed against her chest – no mean feat with her corset strangling her as it did – and she blushed furiously. Unbidden memories of the ceremonies a week earlier filled her mind: the helpless feeling as she lost control in the middle of the crowd, barely hidden by the heavy robes. And of course, the burned-in memory of the queen discovering her secret shame. And hiding it. Remembering the incident brought a sympathetic surge to her bladder, causing a spurt of golden liquid to escape her pussy, dampening the petticoats of her dress. “I...Ah...” “It's alright. No need to be ashamed.” “She...Is...She is wonderful, in...all...ways.” Sam's knees knocked together as she desperately held onto to her weakening bladder. The Queen took this silently for a moment. “And you enjoy her?” “Unbelievably so, my Queen.” Another wetness began to form, entirely unrelated to her desperation. Queen Rose smiled a secret smile. “But I must wonder,” she mused, tapping a slender finger to her cheek, “how much she enjoys you in return. It is my duty as her mother to ensure my daughter's happiness and success.” “What do you mean?” “Well, my dear Lady, I am in need of some assistance. You see, our conversations have been utterly entertaining. Enthralled, even. Yet...It has left little time to refresh myself.” “I think I can sympathize, my Queen.” A stray thought, an intuition at the back of Sam's mind began screaming its way to the fore. “And it has left me in such a state that I desperately require relief. In fact, I dare not move, for fear of losing all control.” It was impossible to see below the Queen's layers of dress, but Sam could easily imagine the Queen's legs rubbing together. Her breath opened up, and became a little heavier. “Of course, Your Highness. It would be an honor to serve you.” She slipped out of her seat, her bladder twinging painfully, and another spurt escaping into her petticoats. She reached the Queen and, carefully, gingerly examined the woman's dress. The Queen, for her part, stood rigidly still. Her control was amazing, though Samantha could tell she was reaching her limits. Slowly she began to remove a layer, revealing the petticoats of beneath. She gently touched the woman's corset, eliciting a brief gasp from the woman. And then went a layer of the petticoat, and another, leaving only the Queen's stockings, panties, corset and girdle. Her silhouette was beautifully illuminated in the shadow of the firelight, a tall hourglass. And her body was so warm. Sam couldn't help but touch her creamy skin. Her back... Her shoulders... Her thighs... And a magnificent ass, barely clad by the girdle, which Sam delicately removed. Each touch caused the older woman to twich, either in desperation or electric pleasure. “My Lady Samantha, I must beg that you hurry. I am at my last...Ohh.” A brief spurt of twinkling droplets graced the woman's thighs. And suddenly, Sam knew she could take no more. “I shall, mistress. But my own need is too great. Please, help me with my own clothes before I disgrace myself. Her own dress was less complex, but even as the Queen acquiesced, she moved much slower, and stiffer, than Sam had. Another spurt wet her own panties, and the Guardian could feel her control slipping. As the petticoat came off, she lost the last vestiges of her control, spurting again into her panties and again. “My Queen, I'm afraid it's too late...I can't hold it any longer...” She bent over slightly, as golden liquid rushed out of her forbidden place, pouring in a waterfall between her legs. And then she felt the Queen's hand there, massaging her pussy as the urine burst forth. The feeling was uncontrollably blissful, and soon she lost all touch with reality, lost in the feeling of the Queen controlling her ecstasy. Pee rushed out of her with a hiss, splattering the wood floor and running in rivulets down her legs. She barely noticed as a finger slipped into her soaking panties, and then another, slipping past her pee-soaked lips and fingering her rapidly. In short order, she was reduced to a shivering wreck as an orgasm wracked her. She sank into the warm, wet wooden floor, slowly regaining her wits. The Queen straddled her prone body, grinding her slightly. “I must admit, Lady Samantha, that you are quite...Enticing,” she punctuated the word with a pelvic thrust, moving the woman's hot crotch against Sam's legs. “Pleasure me. Make me glow in ecstasy, before I completely disgrace myself. I can't hold it in for much longer.” The Queen's voice went higher at the last, almost child-like. Practically in a trance, the Guardian obliged, slipping to her knees before grasping at the Queen, molesting her, caressing her. She bit into her neck, eliciting a gasp, and ran her hand through the woman's hair, reveling in its softness. But the real prize was the woman's hips and thighs, her perfectly shaped ass that that filled her hands so well. She ran her fingers inside the woman's legs, and she leaked again, a sprinkle of urine gracing the floor. When Samantha pressed lightly against the woman's stomach, she tensed and moaned, followed by a tiny fart. “Please,” gasped Rose, “I can barely hold it back...” In response, Sam moved down, and began to lick the woman through her dampened panties. The Queen bucked on her knees at the feeling, lost in it, yet tense with the effort of holding back. With a finger, she began massaging her clit, rubbing the bump, and the monarch began gasping. She was getting close, her tense muscles pulsing with a building orgasm. Rose grasped Samantha's head and held her there, pressing her mons into her face. Sam licked her hungrily, and then, Rose let out a low, almost predatory cry. Sam pulled away, still massaging the woman's clit, and the Queen fell to her knees, wracked with waves of pleasure. Her wonderful ass right in the Guardian's face, she got a perfect view as the last of the Queen's control slipped away. It began slowly – a dribble of gold erupting from the woman's crotch – that slowly grew, and grew, until a it hissed against the fabric of the Queen's panties. The Queen moaned uncontrollably, still caught up in her orgasm. Her ass tensed and flexed with each pulse, revealing her well-toned musculature. As the tail end of her orgasm spun out, she relaxed entirely, giving up any semblance of holding on. Another small fart escaped her, but then, her ass began to spread, and her hole pucker through her now soaked panties. A solid log began to emerge, tenting out her panties. As it ended, another burst of gas erupted, followed by more logs, pushing down her panties. The Queen, her face in her arms, moaned quietly as she soiled herself, “I'm having an accident, I just couldn't hold it in any more...I'm pooping my panties...” More poop forced its way out, squeezing out the sides of the woman's underwear. Her perfectly shaped ass gyrated slightly, hypnotizing Samantha as she watched the spectacle. Finally, after what seemed like an mind-numbingly erotic eternity, the woman's hole closed up, and the Queen sighed. She lifted her head just enough to mutter, “Ahh, that feels better.” Her load made an enormous bulge, a perfect contrast the woman's creamy skin. Her ass in the air, she practically beckoned for the guardian to take her once more. Sam, for her part, had all but lost her mind, and assaulted the Queen in a frenzy of lust. If this was her future...Well, she could deal with all the snobbish nobles in the world. Chapter 5: "Only strike when victory is assured. The farmer does not law low the wheat with half a stroke; thus the army does not law low their enemy with half their strength. If circumstance conspires against you, offer circumstance tea" - Military texts of Nortmund military legend Johannes Kilgore. The last sentence essentially translates to "wait out the enemy." "Madame, the news is grim," murmured Hawthorne, the sergeant of the royal train's detachment, brushed snow from his coat and cinched the tent's knots, closing the pale light out. The warm lamplight that replaced it featured the man's worried face. "Word has arrived that the 3rd Army from Hiidenburg routed two days ago. The Oslanders torched the entire city, burning a good portion of the 3rd alive. The rest have scattered. Guardian Griffiths rides, but his forces are at least several days from here." Wild, pale blonde locks of hair framed delicate yet hard face of the Knight Bachelor Samantha Greylily. She sat drinking Kafe, a mildly alcoholic stimulant from the east. The floral burn did little to stifle the chill she felt. Hiidenburg was only a few day's hard ride from Daschour, the royal family's destination. They had planned the journey for morale purposes. Things were hard in the fragile southern lands. The cold was brutal, the threat of Osland worse, and to top it off, the bandit problem had not been solved. It had been hoped that a visit from the royal family would ease some of the troubles. In Sam's opinion, it was far too risky an act for such a small gesture. And now, this. She sat forward, finishing off the Kafe in a gulp. "What are Veridis' orders?" "He is still in conference with the royal family. As per your instructions, I've already set the soldiers to striking the camp. We should be ready to go within the hour, or whenever they finish and their tent can be broken down. He has requested your presence as soon as possible." The journey was coming to an abrupt end, now that the Oslanders stalked the southern hinterland. It had only been a few weeks since her "run-in" with the Queen, and the days following it had been mostly business, with the planning of this trip. All for naught, apparently. The train would need to make for Nortmund quickly, else the Osland raiders would overtake the slow-moving caravan. "Tell him I'll be there straight away," she said, pushing her chair back. He nodded and left as the Sam stood. Her winter furs fell open for a moment to reveal the pale, toned skin on her legs. The brutal cold and clouds had all but bleached the sun from her body, leaving her almost porcelain. She shrugged the robe off and revealed her fencer's body briefly. A hard, but comely woman, she was lithe but still curved, smooth yet dotted with thin scars years old. Shivering, she went to work putting on her leather pads. The armor had some metal rivets, but in the cruel winter, the only practical armor was primarily fur and leather. Most metal plates would freeze and shatter. Strapping her sword to her side and fastening her cloak, she made her way out into the sterile white light of the snowy morning. The cold made her bladder twinge mildly, but she was far too preoccupied to let it affect her. Making her way to the pavilion tent, the guards in front of it saluted, and let her pass. Inside sat the King with the Queen at a wooden table, alongside a stern, hardened man. Gin Veridis, First Captain of the Royal Guard. Gin leaned over the table, tracing a line along a cloth map. He was speaking quietly, and with the sound of the soldiers outside breaking the camp, Sam couldn't make out the words. As befitting her station, she awaited the call of her commander. And while she did, her eyes wandered. The royal pavilion was well appointed, though still a little spartan for the road. Rugs lined the boarded floor, and a small firepit heated, the smoke and vapor escaping into a hole built into the top. As her eye traveled, she noticed off to the side, reading quietly, there was the red-haired goddess, the Princess Amelie. Her breath caught, and her body heat ticked up. The mere sight of the girl was nearly enough to set Sam aflame. Worst of all, the girl knew it. Though the girl made a pretense at continuing to read, a sly smile crept up her lips, and her eyes briefly flashed to the Guardian. The Princess was lounging in a silky dress - the tent being warm enough to wear normal clothing, and it clung to the young girl's body in a most insidious way. As she watched, the girl slid her leg down the divan she was laying on, parting the legs and allowing it to ride up, revealing dark blue stockings to milky thighs and eventually the girl's... "Sirrah Greylily, step forward." Gin's voice was even, but the command was implacable, and her mind immediately snapped to attention. Shaking off Amelie's lustful spell, Samantha moved to the table. "My liege," she said, bowing to the King, followed by "your Highness," and another bow. Finally, she saluted Veridis. "Captain, what do you require?" "I trust Hawthorne has alerted you to the situation?" he asked, not waiting for a response. "The decision has been made to make haste back to Nortmund. The Family shall be separated to reduce the risk of travel during the return, and we shall be leaving within the hour. The Queen will ride the carriage, while the King shall return with myself and the Guardians. The men will break the camp and return on their own time. They are aware of the risks, and happy to protect our liege. You," he said, pausing briefly, "shall ride with the Princess. First west, to Ferrus, then back north to home." "Why the split, sir? That seems dangerous." She shifted forward, looking at the map. Various markers had been placed down, and she realized as Gin responded how dire their situation was. "Aye, but it's a sight better than our alternative. As of this moment, we stand in the disputed territory of Nortmund and Osland. The barbarians march on this road as we speak, and we cannot risk the entire family being captured." She stood for a moment, and let the situation sink in, before taking a deep breath, and nodding. "So shall it be done. Anything else?" "One more thing. This," he said, pulling a discreet, plain wooden box from below the table, "Must reach Nortmund with the Princess. And the package must remain intact. It is an artefact. A dangerous one at that. I'm sure I don't need to go into details about proper care and handling of it, yes?" Her world tilted slightly, and she shied away from the box. Artefacts were occult tools, objects of cultists and witches. Why it was there was beyond her comprehension, and it was only her steel will that surpassed her trepidation, and took the package. "It...It shall be done, Captain. My liege, my life is Amelie's." His voice intoned gently, and she realized how rarely the King had ever spoken to her. Tension drew the words tight, but confidence radiated from him. "Of that, I am certain, Guardian. Go with the Gods, and we shall see you Home soon." The King nodded at her, and as quick as that, she was dismissed. Gin went back to discussing tactical details with her liege, and the box sat quietly on the edge of the table. Was it her imagination, or did it practically beckon her? She shook her head briefly, and set her mind to the task at hand. She collected the box and turned. Amelie was already up, with a heavy fur coat on, looking beautiful and mischievous and scared at the same time. She guessed that the princess had already been made aware before Sam had entered. As she made her way over, the girl spoke to her. "I've already taken the liberty of having horses and supplies set for us. The servants have already packed my things. As soon as you're ready, we can leave." Despite the gravitas of the situation, the Guardian had to admire Amelie's strength. There was no trembling or weakness for royalty. In the back of her head, the girl's figure etched itself into her mind. The flowing cloth beneath her coat almost accentuating the her forbidden places. "Would you care for some help getting things together?" Sam kept her face carefully neutral as she nodded, though she longed to touch her, if only for a moment. Instead, she moved to hold the flap of the tent open for the girl, and they left into the pale white light of day. Outside, Hawthorne awaited her. "Madame." "Sergeant. Take care of the Queen. If anyone can, it will be you." A thin line of emotion tinged her words. What was that? Fear? "Yes, Madame. I heard that you're riding for Ferrus, yes?" "It seems that way. Why?" "I know of a man there, in the event you find yourself in a need that can't be paid off with your crest. His name is Thatcher. Caldwell Thatcher. He's not exactly...Reputable. But he is loyal to the crown. Of a sorts." Hawthorne shifted uncomfortably. Sam knew what he meant - A rake of some sort. Ferrus was a made trade town; likely the man was a gambler or smuggler or so. "You might not be able to trust him with your purse, but I'd put even my own life in his hands, if it came down to it. I have hopes that you'll have the easiest journey of any of us. But there's been enough surprises today that I worry for that." "I appreciate the concern, but it won't be needed," she said with a confidence she didn't really feel. "We will be home in no time, and when we are, the first round's on me." He nodded, and saluted as they made their way back to her tent. As an officer of the court, she received her own private, albeit small, tent. That said, as she was used to traveling light, it still held plenty of room. Her small trunk was all that was there, aside from the cot. Amelie followed her in, and closed the flap behind her. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried, Samantha. This has never happened before, and I'm surprised we got caught like this." The Princess moved past her and sat on the bed, sliding her coat off. "It does seem a little odd. The entire trip, and then this happening. I wouldn't have thought that Gin would let the royalty out of the palace, let alone this far south." "My father practically had to drag him here kicking and screaming himself. He argued that fear in this time would cause more damage than any bodily harm that could be put upon him or the family. A harsh sentiment, though I do agree." "There won't be much of a kingdom to lead though if he d-" "Don't say that!" Amelie glared at her briefly, before standing and kneeling to open Sam's trunk, laying the Guardian's belongings on the cot. "I'm sorry. This has me on edge too." She took stepped next to the Princess, watching the girl go through her things. It wouldn't have been the first time, so she had no real qualms about it. "I'd been thinking about that a bit. Why don't we start our trip off with good feelings and good omens?" The girl looked over her shoulder with a sly look at the Guardian, while she stuck her hips out just slightly, causing the cloth of her dress to drape itself over her perfectly formed ass. "What do you mean - wait, here, now? We don't really...Oh gods. I've missed that" Amelie's thin hand snaked itself along the inside of Samantha's thighs. "We have a minute or two, at least. We'll have to keep it quiet and quick," said Amelie through an evil grin, "but that's nothing new." She pressed her ass against Sam's leg and crotch, causing her to moan quietly. In almost a whisper, the girl said, "Besides, I have to gooooo..." To accentuate it, she squeezed her thighs against the Guardian. Unable to help herself, the Guardian slid a hand against the girl's hip bone, pulling her against the woman. Before she realized what she was doing, the other hand had already snaked around the girl's chest, caressing her breast, moving up to her throat. A heavy draw of breath came from the girl, and she hiked her skirt up slowly, still mostly pressed against Sam. Creamy legs were exposed, followed by the girl's beautiful ass, practically glowing in the pale lanternlight. She noted that the girl wasn't wearing undergarments. Sam's mind wandered briefly at the girl's pantiless groin, resting on the pillows in the main tent. With her one hand holding the girl against her, the other slid down, ever so slowly, caressing each part of the Princess' skin, reveling in her soft pubic mound with its light fuzz. Her fingers felt the girl's pussy, and it was already slick. The merest touch was electric to Amelie, who gasped before sidling herself up, squatting down slightly. She held herself against the cot. Her forbidden places were on display, enticing the Guardian. She kneeled before her Princess, eyes glued to the scene before her. An innate sensuality caused the girl to rock her hips slightly, moving her ass slowly in a hypnotic circle. "I've had to go all morning, and haven't had a chance to release my water since I awoke. I almost couldn't hold it in the pavilion. I squirted a few times on the pillows. I don't think I can hold it any longer..." Sam was transfixed. The words from the girl echoed in her head, but her eyes were trapped on the visage in front of her. And just like that, she saw it happen. At first, a tiny trickle escaped her soft pussy lips. The girl tensed briefly, trying to hold it, and then a squirt, tracing its way down her thigh. All of a sudden, the floodgates opened, and she started peeing in earnest, the pale yellow liquid hissing in the quiet of the tent. The outside world fell away as the Guardian watched. Bewitched, her hand reached out, touching the girl's soft lips. And in response, unable to contain herself, the girl pressed herself against Sam's hand, still peeing. Oh gods...Touching her felt so good. How did it feel so good? She slid a finger inside the girl as her stream died down, and the girl pressed her body against Sam. Winding hands flailed against the Guardian's body, each touch electric, uncontrollable. It's been so long. How does it feel so... And then she heard it. A whisper-thin hum, like...Like nothing she'd ever heard before. Amelie, noticing Sam had paused, murmured half in curiosity and half in frustration, "Samantha, what's the matter?" "I...I'm not sure. Do you hear..." And then she pinpointed the sound. It was coming from the box. The artefact's box. Inside it, illuminated from the cracks in the lid, there was a deep-violet glow. "My lady, there is witchcraft afoot." --- At first, there was only the hum. A drone, a croon, a beckoning and a warning. Pale and severe, an elegant whip of strength and beauty, the Knight Bachelor Samantha Greylily stood transfixed as the box called to her. Beside her stood a picture of majestic beauty in bloom. The Princess Amelie Gregorian, heir to the throne of the kingdom known as Nortmund, leaned against the knight, taut in the echo of lust. Curls, golden and red, cascaded across the younger woman’s face. Her slender body held itself against the strength of her Guardian, her sex enveloping Samantha’s hand. A trail of golden liquid snaked down her thighs, the girl’s fragrant scent carrying through her urine. The moment felt frozen in time. What could only have been a few seconds stretched into eternity as Samantha’s awareness focused on and was lost in the deepening hum of the artefact a few feet away. A wooden box, latched but shaking, glowed violet in its cracks and hinges. Somehow, some way, Samantha knew it was responding to the Princess’s groan of pleasure. And despite a warning spoken aloud a lifetime ago, both women were moved like marionettes in a theater of action. Far away from her conscious thought, Samantha’s slender, calloused hand moved, slipping between Amelie’s thighs, sliding inside her, rewarding the Guardian with wide, hungry eyes and a guttural moan. In a voice that was Amelie’s yet not, she whispered, “Yess…sss……ss. Moooore.” And Samantha could do naught but obey her liege. Though her sane mind futilely cried out, Samantha pulled the other woman close, increasing the intensity of her fingers, feeling the girl’s slickness. Feeling her body pulling, her breath rhythmically increasing. Their eyes locked, drowned in lust and a kind of primal fear both, she brought the girl closer and closer. And the hum grew to be more, to envelop them as the background noise of the universe. And then the girl came. A sudden buckling, a squirt of the girl’s fluids soaking Samantha’s hands, and then…A pulse. The box lid clattered open, latch broken, and the artefact within pulsed brilliantly and deeply, vibrating their souls. Samantha’s vision bleached out in a rich purple hue, and she thought no more. Riding as a passenger in her own body, she watched the princess hungrily slide the knight’s leggings down, pressing her face against the woman’s thighs, kissing her way to Samantha’s forbidden place. The way she inhaled the knight’s scent was intoxicating for them both. The way the girl’s tongue touched the woman’s clit felt like electricity. The latter had to steady herself against the table as pleasure began to wrack her. A first orgasm hit her like a blow, and she grabbed the girl’s hair, pushing her deeper between her legs. The Princess was only too eager to grant more benedictions. It went on for an amount of time that could have been minutes, hours, or years. Finally, Samantha held the panting Amelie still for a moment, and finished the ritual. Her vulva’s lips, inches from the younger girl’s face, suddenly erupted as hot pee shot out of her. Suddenly desperate and unable to control herself, Samantha emptied her bladder violently into the girl’s face and mouth. Golden piss coursed out of her, and the girl swallowed it as though dying of thirst. The way it smelled on her felt so much like it was always meant to be. As Amelie drank, she snuck her hands into Samantha, both her vulva and ass, pulling the woman with her own body, until finally as the knight’s stream died down, a final, exultant orgasm rocked her, and she almost fell. The artefact’s glow retreated, and its hold over them lessened. The all-consuming drone and color left Samantha’s consciousness. She saw the same happen in Amelie’s eyes. After a moment, an eternity, the girl whispered, “What…What happened?” Still breathing heavily, the Guardian righted herself, gently pushing the Princess away. “I’m not sure. The artefact seemed to – Did you feel it too?” Her clothes soaked and skin flushed, Amelie nodded and stood. “It controlled us. But I still loved it. I loved you,” she whispered the last, fiercely, fearfully. “It’s okay, it’s okay. This was all okay.” She wasn’t sure how to process the girl’s confession of love, and instead focused on the artefact. She cupped her face and kissed it deeply, before rising and moving to the artefact’s container. Beneath the furred robes, Samantha’s pale, toned thighs glistened with wetness. “You should probably change for the journey ahead – it will be bitter beyond the tent.” “Ye…Yes,” murmured Amelie, a slight amount of disappointment and hurt flashing across her face. As the girl changed, Samantha retrieving from the box a slender, simple, golden rod. It appeared to be pure gold, at least as far as she could tell, and perfectly smooth. Hesitantly, she touched it, and was relieved when nothing happened. At least, nothing bad. As Samantha’s hand closed over the rod, she felt as though it knew her. Knew and…Approved? The Guardian didn’t know how that could be possible, yet she was certain of the knowledge. She slid the rod into a pocket within her vest, where it sat, heavy. She had a feeling it would always make itself known. From there, the two prepared in quiet for a long journey ahead. The road, Samantha knew, would be unknown and treacherous. She risked an occasional glance back at the girl, found herself embarrassed to see her eyes locked against hers. Could the girl tell? Could she tell that Samantha – despite the futility and forbidden fact of it – loved her too?
  2. So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something. But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up. With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’. A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again! A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse. An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back. “Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup? Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh. The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing. She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened. The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call. Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom. Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss! Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him. “Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs. She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before. It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought. Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry. “I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively. “It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread. “Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk. “Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.” The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her. “Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display. “Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice. Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her. She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice.
  3. I recently find more messing clips in the female diapers and ageplay sector. I can remember there have been less when I was not regestered here. I personally do not enjoy messing clips, it just does not feel good, I really like wetting, though. My question is, how do you feel about messing, does it mind to you that it is a bit of a slobbery story? I mean, personally I do not think that wetting is icky, so maybe messing just feels normal to people liking that, too. Some time ago I read that story how messing feels for a woman, but that was not my thing either after having it told. So, how do you feel about it? Tailsuser
  4. Hey! Wanted to write something new, but don't have time to write anything but background, so here's part 1, no real omorashi content in it. State Representative Ella Cook was the youngest elected representative in her state at the age of 23, right out of college. Her small town, though usually apolitical and middle of the road politically, was sick and tired of old men running the show, as the 20-year veteran got more and more lazy and less and less connected to his constituents. Ella took advantage of that, her energy and youth, and the promise of better advocacy against a state government that regularly forgot about her town to sweep into a commanding victory. Her good looks probably didn't hurt, either, with her long and straight blonde hair and in-shape body a rarity in politics. More than once she saw voters at the door stare at her well-endowed breasts or knew that people turned their heads to look at her butt when she walked past them, but since she needed their vote - she wasn't about to call out their misogyny any time soon. As part of her platform, she promised more active listening and advocacy for her constituents. So, a few months into her term, she was holding a series of town halls in her district. This particular one was in a nearby town to her hometown and district, and it was a region that, while happy to replace the outgoing representative, wasn't totally convinced that she would listen to them as much as her hometown. So, they were planning to come in large numbers to tell her all the details of their gripes and concerns, and Representative Cook had to make sure she listened intently and respectfully. Before the evening town hall, she dutifully had her meetings with the town's local officials, some of whom were friends of the old representative and disliked her for representing their increasing irrelevance (and some of whom were old enough to just dislike more women taking part in politics!), but the majority eager to work with someone new. They told her what she was likely to hear - the town used to depend on a couple of factories, most of the town didn't have college degrees nor was there a nearby college, technical or two year, and people were hurting due to the lack of work. Ella took these concerns seriously - her hometown had similar issues, and lack of wages could produce a host of other issues, like drug use, crime, etc. Some other concerns were a little more idiosyncratic - the town got their first traffic circle and people kept crashing and a couple people were concerned that vendors at the county fair were bribing their way into better stations. Ella had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at concerns like these, because people really did take these things seriously and the last thing she needed to do was to make fun of people, however minor their concerns were. After an afternoon of back-to-back meetings, she ate dinner at a local diner of high esteem, shaking hands with the local owner and taking a moment to hear his concerns (if farm subsidies weren't passed, his food would have to increase in pricing) before sitting down with her staff to a simple grilled cheese and tomato soup, a respectable choice in her neck of the woods. It was actually quite good and reminded her of her childhood. Her Chief of Staff was less impressed, a political operative from a large city. Her Chief of Staff, Katie, was also less than impressed with how long it took to come out. Ella prodded her a bit. "You gotta get used to slowing down, this isn't the big city. People take their time out here! Stop to smell the roses." Katie griped. "I'm just smelling Republicans and cow manure." Ella laughed. "I happen to need the support of both of those groups to stay elected." Katie guffawed. "Cow manure doesn't vote." "No, but cows do in this district," Ella joked. Katie looked at her watch. "Ah, crap, we gotta go. It's almost time for the town hall." Ella looked at the time. "You're right. Sure there isn't time for me to..." Katie glared at her. Ella nodded, putting aside a slight twinge in her bladder and the full feeling in her belly. "Right, right, can't be late. Let's go." Ella turned to her intern and handed her her card. "Please pay this and tip well! Meet us at the town hall." Ella checked her clothes for any food stains and sighed in relief that she ate cleanly. She had on a somewhat tight red turtleneck and black slacks. Professional, though a couple of the most old-school constituents might frown upon the tightness of the clothing and wearing pants as a woman. She, however, didn't want to cater to people who would never vote for a young woman anyway, and wanted to wear a more modern outfit. Ella and Katie rushed to the high school gymnasium a few blocks away, excited to hear their constituents but dreading a long night.
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    A pretty blonde girl crawls around a little, then proceeds to strain, fart and visibly mess her diaper. No nudity or poop actually shown, just a very full diaper :)

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  6. Taylor was in her first semester of her junior year at her University. As is the case with a lot of college students Taylor did not have hardly any money and decided to take a job as a campus tour guide in order to make some extra money to live off of. Yeas it was a medium wage on-campus job but it was better than nothing and she actually did enjoy showing potential newcomers to the University around and informing them of the benefits associated with coming to her university. Taylor was also already regarded as one of the best tour guides and she was only about three months into the job. On this particular day Taylor was especially busy. She had to get dressed quickly as she woke up late and simply through on the black thong that she was wearing the day before and covered her very plum butt up with a pair of dark red yoga pants that just hugged her fantastic figure perfectly. Showcasing every single curve in the 20 year old's body. She threw on a red t-shirt with her University's name on it that still somehow did a great job of showcasing her rather perky breasts even though it was a size too big. In her rush, Taylor didn't even put on a bra and left the house without attending to any of her bodily needs. Taylor had three classes back to back and then had her tour for the day which usually lasted anywhere between an hour or two hours depending on how man questions were asked by the group she was showing around that particular day. It was soon into her first class of the day when Taylor, and most likely the girl she was sitting next too, heard Taylor's stomach gurgle. Lets just say that these were not hunger pains that Taylor was experiencing. Taylor had to take a dump and it was building quickly. Taylor started squirming in her seat and also felt her bladder express its now urgent need to be emptied. The only thing was that poor Taylor had classes back to back in different buildings so there was simply no time to take care of her needs. She had to hold it. After all, Taylor was a college junior she was a big girl. About midway through her third class Taylor is frantic. Sweat is dripping off of her forehead and the squirming in her seat is just so obvious that about everyone has taken notice of the pretty girl in class squirming in her seat and whimpering every once in a while. Tylor didn't know anyone in this class but it didn't help when she accidentally could not hold a fart in anymore and it squeezed out from her tightly clenched butt cheeks. a few snickers could be heard and the professor even stopped and lost his train of thought for a minute he was so distracted. Taylor's face turned bright red as a leak of pee escaped her grabs on her crotch and Taylor felt the warmth spread even down to her butt cheeks. Taylor spent the rest of that class too scared to get up as she thought that her wet spot was noticeable. Once class ended, Taylor waited for the majority of the class to clear out before she made her exit. Her tour started in five minutes. Poor Taylor could not catch a break today. Her tightly clenched butt cheeks could not contain more farts as she walked into the tour guide meting room. Taylor obviously did not look well as she had a pained look on her face and could not stand still. She was now very openly bouncing from foot to foot and swaying her hips back and forth. The short meeting ended and Taylor was assigned to her group but before that she made a last ditch effort. She approached the coordinator of the tours wit a red face and tightly crossed legs and one hand firmly placed on her butt. "Umm Miss Jackson may I pease have a bathroom break before I start my tour. I haven't been able to go all day and its really urgent." "Taylor come on you are one of the best here you should know better than that, now go start your tour. You can go when you get back." Miss jackson sternly said in response before turning her back and walking away. Poor Taylor's heart dropped as another loud and wet fart escaped her butt cheeks. She could not afford to lose this job so she had to do what she was told. Taylor approached her group comprised of two high school seniors and their mothers. Both of the younger girls were blonds and seemed to be a bit stuck up and Taylor immediately felt judged. The mothers were not much better as they obviously could sense something was not right with there tour guide right from the start. A tour guide is supposed to be confident and not pouring sweat and quite obviously doing a potty dance. Both of the high school girls giggled. "Umm im Taylor and I will be your guide today." Taylor then followed that statement up with the most embarrassing moment of her life to date. She let out a huge fart and had to firmly grasp her butt cheeks shut and then grab her crotch as there was now a very obvious wet spot forming down the legs of her red leggings that showed every little drop. The seal had broken. Taylor could not stop it. Her butt cheeks were now very wet and uncomfortable feeling and that was just going to get worse. "Are you ok? Do you need a bathroom visit before we start?' one of the moms asked obviously a little annoyed that their guide was so unprepared. "Umm i'm uhh fine." was all Taylor could muster up as now her bowels gave out and started unloading the days worth of poop that was inside of her. Taylor immediately knew she had lost control and just let it happen as she squatted down and started to cry full force into the palms of her hands as a puddle of pee started to form around her. Her red leggings were now a completely and much darker version of red and the back of her leggings showed a rather large bulge starting to form. The mothers and high school girls immediately backed away and looked on in disgust and disbelief as to what they were witnessing. The stench coming from Taylor was already filling the air and becoming unbearable. The sound of loud and wet sounding farts and Taylor's cries were all that could be heard at this point.
  7. Heather felt her diaper sag between her legs as she stood from her chair to answer the door. It hung, warm and swollen, under her floral sundress, although she did not notice having needed the toilet. She rarely did: she had never been potty trained. For that matter, neither was any other woman in Heather's family, and she could count the number of panty-wearing classmates she knew on one hand. Heather still vividly remembered the minor scandal when Stacy Thompson announced that she'd be "using the toilet from now on" in the eighth grade, it had been the hottest gossip for weeks. And then there was when Maggie Newman wore panties, no, lingerie (how much they must have cost!) under her homecoming dress Sophomore year to impress Shaq Jackson, but she'd been proven for a fraud a couple hours in when she'd wet herself in the middle of the dance floor, dashing her romantic ambitions. They had to turn the lights on to mop up the puddle! Poor girl. That was everyone, really, that Heather knew by name, although she did recognize the handful of girls in the halls whose skinny-jeaned rumps lacked the puffiness of their peers. That isn't to say that Heather cared a wink, though. This is how her whole life had been and neither she or most of her friends saw much abnormality in it. Heather opened her front door to reveal that Molly had arrived to hang out. It was a hot July day and Molly was dressed accordingly: jean shorts and a tank top that revealed the waist band of her diaper when she stretched her arms. Heather and Molly had been friends their whole lives, and were trying to make the most of their final summer before going off to college. The two grabbed some chips and salsa and a bottle of coke from Heather's kitchen and went upstairs to hang out in Heather's room. The two spent some time shooting the shit, Molly laying on her belly on Heather's floor, on her phone, while Heather lounged in the bean bag chair and munched on the tostitos, not caring whether Molly could see up her dress. Molly didn't care to look, but if she had she would have seen the pee staining Heather's diaper. "Hey, have you heard about that big protest today?" asked Molly, scrolling through twitter. "Yeah! The women's march, right?" Heather had seen, it was all over the news. Several of their friends were in attendance, attempting to bring more attention towards woman's issues. "Apparently there was a big pro-potty training demonstration." "No kidding!" "Yeah, hundreds of ladies just peed their pants in front of the Capitol." "That's some statement!" "What do you think about all that?" Heather considered it for a moment. Of course, the acceptance of toilet training for women was a hot button feminist issue, right up there with addressing rape culture and the wage gap. "I mean, I get it, the lack of potty training for women has kept us down for ages. Like, financially alone, diaper costs do build up." "Tell me about it." "And all those excuses those misogynists give are such bullshit. We aren't on our period 24/7! We can control some of our bodily functions, it just sets up a needless divide where women are dependent on men for some culturally imposed 'need'." "Fuckin' preach." said Molly, snatching up a chip. "At the same time though, like... I'm not sure if I'd really want to be potty trained." "Oh really?" "Yeah, I mean, it just seems so inconvenient, right? To have to stop whatever you're doing and go to a specific room just to do your business? It just seems like such a hassle." "I mean you still have to get changed though." "Yeah but I feel like you have more control over that taking place." "Not if you can actually control your bladder." "I suppose that's true." The silence resumed for a bit but was interrupted by a scrunching of Molly's face. "Speaking of controlling your bladder..." At that, Molly appeared to clench a little, behavior Heather obviously recognized as Molly having a poop. She could see the seat of Molly's pants expand outwards as she laid on the floor. It was a pretty common sight. "Heather can you change me? I'll do you afterwards, I saw that you're soaked." "Of course." Heather had downed a couple of cokes by this point, and would definitely be needing a serious change soon. Molly shimmied out of her shorts and laid on the floor while Heather fetched the supplies, and then undid Molly's tapes. Heather was struck by the familiarity of her friend's lady parts, the small brown curls a miniature of those on Molly's head. How many times had she helped change Molly, and Molly her? It was a perfectly normal but nonetheless personal activity for two women to share. Soon enough she'd be living in a dorm at South Northeastern University West and helping to change entirely new girls whom she'd never met. As Heather was dealt with the bitter-sweetness of her thought, she could feel a renewed warmth pooling in her nether regions.
  8. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

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

    From my game

    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.
  10. ****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….
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  12. Another half an hour, sqautting with bend knees her huge Gnome ass shaking as sweat ran down her skin, pooling between her tits, asscheeks and little girlhood, she fought with every breath, her asshole moaning exhausted, little whistling farts, poo rumbling in her insides, coming ever closer to her asshole as she huffed, determined to see this through, no matter how shameful to herself, her bladder itching trickles of pee had been wetting her thighs and boots for an hour now as she watched the toned thighs of the orc guardians, pouting her lips as she grit her teeth to keep her poop at bay, she would at least stay dry at he back of her plump ass, she swore to herself, cause the crotch of her rubbery black undercover leather were already glistening damp, her plump hairless gnome pussy peeing from time to time. The scorching heat of the Durotar drylands made it imperative to stay hydrated to be alert, but it came with the curse of a bloated bladder and the struggle with her only barely continent bladder. That's why Tipsenne prefered to work alone, wet accidents and dribbling from her mostly useless bladder was a common problem; not one day would go by in which the ravenblack haired Gnome wouldn't have at least a bit of leakage in her panties, but shaming herself like this and pee runnning down her legs, was , even for her, more of a rare occurence. Today it had gotten worse from allt he fluid intake, her boots squishing in the puddle she stood in hiding, her cheeks burning as she felt less like a hidden operative, more like a little girl who hid, cause she didn't want to make it known she had peed her pants, her cheeks burning with embarassement, holding back tears as her patience crumbled and she started sniffling. Her mind crumbling a bit as she had flashbacks to peeing herself in classes, the cruel laughs echoing in her mind; becoming more and more nervous, biting her lower lip and trying to keep composure, but then it happened, a loud fart , wafting in her leather, stinking terrible of her last grimey meal, trumpeted out of her tiny but fat Gnome ass, spittle shooting from her mouth, eyes going wide. With this lapse in concentration she sealed her fate, one of the orc ladies turned around, looking around, sniffing with her beastly nostrils, the curly hair on her head standing upright with slight disgust she laughed, shouted something unrecognizable, someone else with a deepe voice belowed and Tipsenne was gripped by fear, she'd fail her mission, worse she would be seen in this state, and the fear pushed more slimey poo in the back of her leathersuit, coating the insides of her ass cheeks with it as the runny, almost liquid stuffran over her skin, making her blubber tears before wiping her face and then the cruel sun gleaming at her as the orc opened the crate, staring down at her in surprise and a hint of disgust on her curled, thick lips. The beast of a woman, sweaty and battle hardend, clad in belts, furs and but the most simple of armor grinned and then laughed slyly, picking up Tipsenne who seemed to be paralyzed for a moment as she was lifted by the collar she wore, before trying to grab her knife, which was simply flicked away by the orc, Tips started to kick and struggle with her short chubby legs, some wet drops of her pee flying away. „Get me down you knife ears, I'll forget we saw each other if you let me down!“ As she was being held like a puppy, the orc grinned wolfishly, showing her teeth as she turned her around, smacking her ass, the bubbly fat meat bouncing inside the second skin of her black leatherpants, hanging down from the poop she made, by now a harder piece had flowed out as well. The orc cooed at her in the strange voice of her peeople, massaging her ass, making Tips moan and cry, it was a long time since she felt poop so close to her skin, it made her weirdly nostalgic but also tortured her senses. As this happened, she was carried away, her first reaction was too close her eyes, whimpering as she struggled, kicking her stubby chubby legs, trying to bite, but everything was dne aways with another harsh smack on her pudding ass, making her scream, until ne even made her cry, outright bawling, the fear of what could happen to her and the fear of what she knew always happened to her when she was stripped of her adulthood made her break down. Yet she knew what was to come, she'd land in a cell, disgraced done unmentionable things to her, with her mind, her bladder gave away pissing herself fully in terror as she cried, but through all this the tall orc held her to her sweaty bosom now, stroking the hair of her captive and only as she was laid down on something soft, Tipsenne dared opening her eyes, seemingly inside a room with colorful drapes and rugs, she was being stripped out of her combat attire, completely naked, her darkbrown poop clinging to her chubby ass as she kckced her legs instinctively like a little girl, her boobs, small but perky jumped, her bare, large pussy dribbling as she was overwhelmed, held by her ankles and moaning as her ass was being wiped and swaddled incolorful , slightly itchy clothes „Oh cogs,..“ it dawned on her as she was beign held down“ this is some game to her she's, oh she is diapering me ..in itchy cloth diapers“ kicking her legs wildly, until she got another spank on her ass which made her break down again and cry until she was held back up again, now half naked only wearing a diaper and her broken pride as her bladder was shaking and itching again, it already filled the diaper with more acrid, hot piss. „This can't be“ she thought as her back was caressed, the orc growling cutely at her, her insides cramping, toes curling, „Oh,..if she wants a baby that bad...“ the mature Gnomegirl thought starting to push, feeling the mess left in her colon parting her asshole and just as she thought she could she was put down on her little feet, the lady smiling at her and Tips, terrified she was being seen at her most infantile, she uncontrolbaly filled her new clothes with thick logs of her poop „No don't look! I'm,..it's an accident!“ trying to reason with the woman who probably didn't even understood her as her lips trembled, being held up again, stinking like a baby closing her eyes as she silently cried, hearing but the noises of more girls and women cooing at her, prodding her soft flesh, caressing her, and she hated herself for at least being happy she was still alive, even in her most nightmarish of fears, being exposed for the girl who couldn't hold her filth in, her needy , smooth pussy tingling with every soft stroke on her naked exposed skin, holding onto dear life, hoping the orc would prtocet her at least, from the horros that were in store for a captive of the Horde. After being paraded around what felt like another eternity, the hot poop sitting between her asscheeks cooling down, her half naked body clingingthe muscular frame of the orcess and the constant foregin words, prodding and caressing of her, suddenly there was, what she could only think off as a bad Omen. The cruel voice of another orc made her open her eyes, glaring and barking at the woman who held her, spitle running down her large tusks, eyes full of fury, as her mother figure, holding her ever closer, fingers digging into her chubby waist as she barked back, scaring the literal piss out of Tipsienne, wetting her plump pussy all over as the cloth diaper had trouble soaking it off right away, pooling for quite some time and making her whimper in delight and fear , as the two orcs barked and shouted at each other. The orcess who held her only caressed her stronger, kissing her forehead with wet lips as she looked at her with sad eyes, whispering something to her before handing her over to the other orc, looking like a male, square, with the fur of a wolf or other canine like entity along his body, staring at her with barely hidden disgust and anger, all the strength Tipsienne could muster was used to not immediately cry and whimper again, this was getting really bad, she was scared, trembling, her breath getting short and her diaper cold and clammy, she wanted out, just away, out of the diaper and this city. As she was busy drowning herself in thoughts of better days, sitting on a toilet fingering herself after a succesful pee in it, or relaxing with some wine in a tavern, flirting with some people wearing her favourite dresses. The reality was, she was carried at the hem of her diaper, the shit digging into her asscheeks, and then thrown down onto a leather appliance, something scruffy and fat shoved into the front of her diaper and before she could even start complaing it started vibrating, making her eyes shot open, drool running down her chin and lips, mewling and crying as what ever furry thing it was shaking her body and cunt, legs wide, she cried from embarassement as the alien texture pleasured her, her mind being burned down in shame she tried to remeber her mission, her past, how tog et out, but all she could think of was at the very least that she had to remeber she was not a dumb baby that enoyed getting fucked in a diaper, and how hard it was, standing on her toes, leaning on hands on the ground, ass in the air, crying as she moaned and kept pissing all over herself, the hot piss running down her breasts right in her nose, the smell choking away her sanity. What felt like an eternity of forced lust, was taken off of her in a moment the orc taking her by the diaper, her face red and full with drool, tears and piss, unhappy and exhausted she was thrown in the air, panicking at the freedom she was experiencing away from the bondage of lust and her shitty diaper and just a moment later the dizzyness vanished and she saw she was falling down to the ground, like a puppet she was thrown in the air, lifeless, and she wanted to scream in pure panic, but just as it came she was caught and held back by the woman who caught her, who growled at the brutal man who threw her around like a useless puppet, carrying her away, back out into the sun All what Tipsienne could do was try and hold onto her with trembling fingers, crying along the way, just being happy she was alive as she cried ever ouder, hiccuping her diaper falling down her chubby ass an short legs, she stood now in a little tub, scared especially how fast time seemed to slip out of her mind, not able to feel and relate to several to the actions that were taken, was it already another day? Then warm water, a shudder, her tushy farting a bit of gas as she was scraed again, btu softly dried off with a towel, blubbering some words of thanks, and, peculiarly receving a kiss and a smile, being lifted up and receiving ample touches on her pussy, slathering it in a thick cremé, white and soothing to her tortured skin that seemed to be vibrator bondaged for hours, then the diapers were re applied, and she smiled, at least she was safe, beign cared for, not at home, but away from the cruel machinisations She savored it, smiling up at the orc, opening her eyes willingly in a long time and feeling a warm fuzzyness in her chest as she saw her smile as well, closing them again and stretching her arms out, swearing at herself, some part of her, how she could surrender now, but the exhaustion was too much, just so tired, she wanted to jsut be warm and cared for now, and so she was, the strong arms carrying her to a bed, lying down with her and kissing her all over, the strong musky scent of the woman making her drowsy and weak, and even her nipples hard, her clean, thickly diapered ass lying in the hand of her captor and protector and right now, it felt alright. Just as she awoke, groggily kicking her chubby legs, she had trouble becoming accustomed to her surroundings once again, the clothe diapers itched on her plump pussy, but they felt dry and for a short moment she was almsot proud of herself, sadly she quickly caught the whiff of piss in her nose, a lump of soiled linen lieing by her side on the table, making her mope. Obviously she had pissed herself in her sleep after all, the nimble fingers of her adopted mother were buttoning her pants up over her diaper nothing more than glorified princess panties. But the most unhappyness bubbled up in her chest as she became aware of the fact that she wasn't even lieing in bed anymore and had probably even slept through most of the change, she was becoming more and more careless unaware, but even now her mind was groggy and heavy, the dry air of Orgrimmar and the constant heat were taking a toll, and just as she wanted to whine. There was a bottle held up to her face, filled with cold, sweet milk, and she just couldn't handle all this stress right now, so the ravenhaired girl closed her eyes and suckled, coming to the decision to take it slower, she had to reserve her energy to somehow find a way out, not soon, but when the time arrived, all tries to rush it had ended in nothing but heartache and pain, these thoughts soothed her as well as her itching pussy as the sweet milk flowed in her mouth, the orc cooing at her, caressing her fat little tits and nipples, laughing motherly at her, the Gnome really looked like an oddly mature baby in her arms. Way too soon the bottle was empty and the chubby little lady held over the shoulder of her brutish mother to get burped, curling her toes as she did so, and even before she got protest about this ridicolous handling of her she was sat back on the table and put in a littel dress, so incredibly not orcish she could barely believe it, it felt icnredibly and she couldn't help but feel pretty in the red and pink dress with silver trimming on the skirt and sleeves, it had to be made by elves or something, it was downright gorgeous and in stark contrast to the almost savage cloth diapers she was wearing. As soon as she was put down she was lifted up again, sitting in the right arm of the orc, who herself was wearing not much more than a leather dress with some straps and etched bones, Tipsenne could even see her swollen black nipples from the side, making her blush and rub her thighs together to feel her needy pussy, all these half naked folk here kept her in a state of constant arousal it felt like Leaving the house the first thing greeting her was the cruel early day sun of Durotar, making her turn aways and want to hide in the breast of the orc, cursing and growling to herself how these little things already made her flinch and hide, btu she needed all ehr strength, needed to be relaxed needed to think how tog et out, not stare in the sun to ease her bruised ego and even as all this bothered her so much the thing that made her think the worst of herself was the pee that trickled down in her padding from all the stress she was experiencing, as well as the silent kisses of the orc who tried to sooth her fussy girl as Tipsienne rubbed her naked feet on the orc's stomach. Especially the cooing of other women and even a larger troll man couldn't help her with her embarassement, not at all, even if she felt a bit flustered, even good, but wasn't having any of it, scolding herself for even enjoying it a little bit, coarse figners rubbings her neck affectionately, making her moan and trying to hide even more, a bit fo fear also still creeping up her back, but mostly feeling safe in the strong arms who kept her protected. All this suddenly over as she felt her feet touching the ground, soft sand under her, someone else laughing, so she cautiously opened her eyes, quite flustered as she saw a Pandaren girl sitting in nothing but a diaper just like the one she was wearing, a onesie with some large stains almsot everywhere, flying on a washing line above her. Almsot panicking but definetly a bit nervous she looked around, her „Mother“ sitting with another woman on a bench by a table, talking to each other in their gutteral language as the not completly adult but surely grown girl crawled towards her. Was that her future, was she going to smother her with her larger body, she farted loudly into her diaper feelign only a bit better as her gasses lifted some of the nervouseness shooting out of herself, some spittle running down her chin as she couldn't keep to herself and ran off the largeer girl on her bumbling naked feet, screaming , but quickly caught by her orcmother,who shook her head at her, not to hapyp as it seemed even glaring, strapping her into a rubber seat, some belts put around her breasts and arms, not able to run or kick anymore, stuck like a fly in a spider web she was also gagged with a pacifier, not understanding any words but quite well understanding she was being scolded as her arms and legs were spread in all cardinal directions, bouncing like a fish in the contraption.. A long time she could do nothing but furiously suckle on the rubberteat in her mouth, grunting and sweating as she bounced back and forth, doing it more and more on purpose as she tried to overpower it somehow, frustrated as she had to look at the gleefully babbling Pandarengirl, halfnaked playing with the sand and a shovel, makign little houses, terribly content in her infatile state, that couldn't be her, she would not give in to this, or this bondage contrpation holding her body down, and after another half an hour in the uncaring sun she was able to at least get the nipple out and practically chew through the materials, getting off while nobody was looking, still even as she fell down, mostly noisless as the diaper dampened her fall into the soft sand , she was bound, just one arm and her legs free, the other by her back, and her breasts pressed forward by the binding around them, still mostly hinderd in her movements not to speak of the heat she felt ever strong with all teh hard rubber still on ehr ankles and wrists. Every step down the road she felt more disjointed from her surrounding, like the dry cactus plants became taller, the barrels and stones, the foreign surroundings scaring her as she huffed loudly furrowing her brows to steel herself for what was to come, but with every step more uneasiness krept into her, makign her insides go cold despite the heat, not even knowing where to go , how to escape and be so alone, not jsut the bonagede holding her in place but her thoughts and doubts. Sitting down by the side in the shadow hiding away from prying eyes she felt her diaper squish and almost tear up at the ultimate reminder of her vulnerable state. Just as she was almost overtaken by her emotions again she told herself to not cry and wail, she was not a baby, not like that pandaren, looking around she plucked some flowers out of the ground, red, with large dry petals, and put them together, knowing she needed help, not just with her wet diaper, but to get back, get out and with every thought it became more and more clear to her that this meant her diapers as well as her prison here, so as not to wail she did the only thing she knew how to make others take not of her, she squatted down, clenching her fists and pushed, a thick mushy accident in her diaper and getting lost in the feeling, the bubbling, farts and loud rasping noises echoing in the diaper as it mushed right under her butt, making her moan and give out labored breath as she grit her teeth and tried ever harder to make as much as she could so someone would find her just by the naughty smell, the diaper bulging out round and lumpier, giving her the tell tale sign she had terribly used her garments for its intended purpose, now hanging down to her knees. As she opened her eyes again and looked up, there she was, her captor and saviour her orc mommy staring at her with sorrow and worries but smiling as Tipsienne showed her the flowers she picked, just for her. ----------------- I would like to hear some actual criticism of the story if someone feels like giving it, thank you in advance for your troubles. If someone wants to praise the story, please tell me what you enjoyed personally, or which was just objectively done well, if you can provide a reason for it please no : " great story please write more!"
  13. Hello, and welcome to AuthorFaust's Commissions thread. Faust was just thinking about the last time Faust went to open these, but didn't have a proper setup, or a proper paypal or such to receive any such payments, causing many issues and or dissuading things.... But, Faust has remedied at least one of those problems, making payment more flexible and as such, writing prices a bit easier to work for! Faust wants to iterate that Faust is not in any danger as it is in case this kind of thing flops: Faust is basically doing this as a mild hobby to acclimate to his urge to spend money on a game he plays on the side. [Fate Grand Order, in case one was curious.] But, should you desire a Faust-written story of your own choosing, and are willing to compensate Faust, then read along! Otherwise, feel free to lurk, and maybe check out Faust's current Interactive! If Faust gets into the writing spirit enough with things....Faust might even have a second one to work on/Begin anew! ============================================================================================================================================ Commission Guidelines Specialities / What Faust will do Piddle-related incidents: [Including, but not limited to: Desperate Struggles, Free peeing, unintentional urination in garments, intentional urination in garments] Tummy-Related Incidents: [Including, but not limited to: Desperate Tummy Turmoil, Copious amounts of Gas, Panty-defiling production] Psuedo-Loli: [A character that looks or acts young, but is in actuality properly of age as dictated by your region of living] Diaper-Duties: [A character wearing/Utilizing a Diaper to deal with toilet issues.] Crossdressing: [A character Disguising themselves as the opposite Gender for intentions: Vulgar or not] Females: [Faust writes many works with a nearly-all female cast. However, this does not mean Faust won't at least try to write accident-incited stories with male protagonists.] Magical Mishaps: [Magical spells have Illicit Effects: Intentional or Not] Psuedo-Humans: [Beings that appear to be normal humans, but may have different Biology. Like Vampires, Ghouls, Servants etc.] Lovely Lewdities: [Characters interacting with other character's naughty parts.] Yandere Behavior: [Actions including but not limited to: Stalking, Trespassing, Fantasizing, improper treatment/acquisition of garments to a character.] Lewd Pranking: [Including but not limited to: Underwear Theft, Drink spiking, Skirt flipping, etc] Delays: [Things that stall a chance to relieve private needs such as: Long Lines, Occupied Stalls, Naughty Siblings stalling out, presence of Teachers or Parents, etc.] ============================================================================================================================================= Repulsions: Things Faust will not do Excessive Violence: [Faust will not focus on Excessive injuries, bloody scenes, dismemberment, or other forms of physical torture] Non-Consensual acts of Sexual intercourse: [No Forced Sex, plain and simple] NTR in regards to Yuno Gasai: [Personal Authorial Preference] ============================================================================================================================================ Middle Ground: Things Faust Might Do: Ask Faust. Faust will answer you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Faust Reserves the Right to Modify this list at any given time.] =========================================================================================================================================== Pricing: Faust is still new at this pricing thing, but Faust will do his best to make a suitable setup, given the situation. Given examples such as MasterXploder whose thread can be found here, Faust will do pricing based on one of the following: 1. Word Count: $6 for every 1,000 Words. [$3 for every 500] Limit: 4,000 Words per Commission Incidents: 2,$4 for every incident/delay over the story. [For Example: Making a character Immediately wet would be 4, but having someone occupy the bathroom, an out of order sign on the next, a massive line blocking the third, and a wetting outside of the school would be 16. Discuss with Faust for the proper pricing before writing is begun] 3. Commissioner preference: [The Commissioner Negotiates a price with Faust directly, based on content.] [Specials:] [These are Special Themed Orders that one can make with Faust. These are limited time, so scoop em up, if you want them!] 1. Yuno Experiments: [Yuno is trying to experiment with various kinks, in order to cater to more desires.... [Incident/delay based: $3 per delay/incident of choice] 2. Bathroom Blowout: [With the bathroom out of order, Girls need to find other ways or places to go. $3 per Girl, +$1 for unfortunate Accidents in garments] 3. Personal Fantasy: [A story Written with a character that is aware of your presence, and is catering to your desire] [$15. Up to 3 characters per commission: DIscuss with Faust for details] 4. Catching Shorts: [Barring all plot and buildup, this is a special bit where you catch the target just as they are defiling garments, or otherwise dealing with urges. These are much much shorter than usual, given it's just the incident.....But come at a clip of $1 Per incident. (Meaning spotting someone wet outside of school would be a Dollar, but making them lose it at three more intervals would be 4 dollars total. The same person can be chosen more than once, though you might prefer different locations. Discuss with Faust Prior. If these are popular, Faust might develop a further special.] =========================================================================================================================================== [Catching Short Example:] ============================================================================================================================================ [Issuing Payment] Faust believes in providing optimal service for his customers, and as such, will not take payment until the commission is done. Faust would be too tempted to spend the money right away, and Faust wants to get the work done. As such, you will inform Faust of what your commission is. (Through Messaging him on this, or In this thread], and Faust will provide it to you, after which, you will paypal Faust the agreed upon amount. Failure to do so will get you on the Blacklist, and likely bar you from future commissions. Faust is trusting you, so please do not let Faust down. Whitelist: Zenkopan: [For being an amazing requester from last time Faust opened commissions] Night Rain: [First Commissioner since opened Commissions!] Blackist: None! [Let's keep it that way, everyone] ====================================================================================================================================== Parting Notes: Faust has a random smattering of knowledge of characters. As such, if it is not a character Faust has been seen using, one might want to ask Faust if he is aware of the series before writing. Informing Faust is always the best way to get a proper answer! So, any questions, ask away! Faust works a part-time Job, so works may be a bit slower than he'd like.
  14. Like the title says, I'm wondering if anyone's found any scenes in games. It seems unfortunately rare to me, and most of the scenes don't really show anything (Which is understandable, really). To try and kick it off, I'll supply a few things I've found. In Fallout 3, while exploring an old metro tunnel, you open a door at the same time as this scientist guy, who chides you for scaring him. One of the possible replies is something like "Scared you?! I just crapped my pants!". Naturally, nothing's shown, but I can dream. In Wasteland 2, if you run from a fight, the game gives you a number of colorful messages calling you a wuss. One of them reads: "You managed to escape. Probably because they were too busy laughing at the piss running down your legs." In World of Warcraft, there's a few mentions. One of the first Death Knight quests has you killing peasants, who sometimes remark that they soiled themselves. A Horde quest in Silverpine Forest has you resuscitate a bunch of unconscious orcs, who sometimes say that they think they wet themselves. Bonus: while not actually a wetting, a quest in Azsuna has you rescue a female goblin who's been stuck in a cage for a couple of days. When you let her out, she says "Thanks! Now if you'll excuse me, I have go to go, if you know what I mean." In Mass Effect 3, there's a scene in the Citadel DLC if you have Tali and Liara with you. While riding a slow elevator, Liara asks if everyone's ready, and Tali says she has to go to the bathroom, then says "And... there. Now I'm ready,". I'm pretty sure her suit has a built-in bathroom, but I like to imagine otherwise. In Telltale Game's The Walking Dead Season 1, there's a scene early on where Clementine has to pee during a tense situation, and wanders off to find a bathroom. A zombie in the bathroom attacks her before she can use the toilet, and her needing to pee is not brought up again. While it's not explicitly seen/stated, it seems pretty clear that Clementine probably wet herself. That's about everything I've got. Anyone else found any fun stuff?
  15. With the turn of the new year I figured it was time to start working on writing again. I haven't actually finished a single piece of work in quite a while (over a year) and now that interactive stories are taking off I wanted to try my own hand at one. This story takes place in my own universe, a land where magic is rare and dark forces stalk the world. Players will be taking control of Franziska Audenveil, an adventurer who has traveled to the eastern country of Serkaine hoping to free the island of Oldengrad from a mysterious and deadly curse. To get us started, there are three backgrounds available for Franziska that will help shape her history and abilities, as well as how she is perceived in the world. So let's begin! And I apologize in advance if my writing seems a bit underwhelming...like I said: it's been a long while since I did this. I would also like to thank a few people from this site who have encouraged me to take the plunge and try putting my writings and world back out there. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Backgrounds Select a background for Franziska. Her chosen background will shape her history and abilities in combat. Travelling Healer You were in Orientia during the great plague. You stood at the grand hospital of Vetalli as sickness ran rampant through the city, all the while risking your own life to ensure the lives of others. You are no stranger to disease or disaster. Your knowledge of healing magic and alchemy were not learned in the confines of a fancy academy. They were learned first-hand through methods that make even the toughest men shudder. Now, you wander the free lands, putting your years of medical knowledge to good use, aiding the sick and the poor. Abilities Healing Surge: You call upon the divine of Mercy to cure an ally of injuries, ailments, or stress. Inflict Illness: You manipulate your own magic, inflicting the symptoms of a deadly disease upon an enemy. Medicine Kit: Using a combination of ingredients and magical energy, you can create healing potions, salves, or tonics. Experienced Healer: Your years of training in medicine and psychology allow you to diagnose illnesses or mental issues and cure minor injuries such as a cut or scrape without proper supplies. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Monster Hunter You have hunted the undead, rogue spirits and even demons. You are a force to be reckoned with, combining a deadly duo of melee and magic. Your childhood was spent under the banner of the Selkava, the monster hunters of the east. Countless hours spent out in the freezing cold as you hoped to hone your swordsmanship, as well as mastering powerful blood magic. You departed the Selkava on the eve of your twelfth year of birth, heading out into the unknown lands, seeking out new evils and challenges. Abilities Blood barrier: You call upon your blood magic, sacrificing your own life force to create a magical barrier to protect yourself and your allies. Blood chain: You call upon your blood magic, using your own blood and magic to form a magical chain that pulls in enemies. Demon Gaze: You call upon your blood magic, seeking out the presence of any being that possesses blood magic. Monster Specialist: You can identify most types of demons, aberrations or horrors and the means to deal with them. You can also craft special bombs and potions to aid in combat. In addition your experience with dark forces makes you more resistant to stress or mental breakdowns. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Uncharted Witch You have studied the outer realms, learning their powers and secrets for your own gain. You spent your early years on the run, a rogue mage hunted relentlessly by the Magic Arcanum. Your family refused to be bound to their rules, taking refuge with a group of mages known as the uncharted. It was with these mages that you studied the outer realms and trained yourself in forbidden magic, learning to manipulate the elements, the minds of your foes, and even the world around you. Now you wander the world as a drifter, seeking out more forbidden magic. Abilities Ethereal Walk: You warp the world around you, allowing you or an ally to walk outside of your plane and become invincible for a short time. Elemental Rune: You call upon the elements, summoning a fire/water/wind/earth rune near you. The rune will explode when something steps over it or can be detonated by it’s caster. Control Creature: You summon your spirit into a nearby creature, dominating it’s mind and taking control of it. This ability will not work on strong creatures and exposure to dark magic or corruption puts you at risk of mental issues. Magical Font: Your knowledge and connection to the arcane realms allows you to cast an additional ability once. You are also capable of wielding a fireball/ice blast/wind strike/earth smash in your off-hand
  16. (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.)
  17. 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
  18. 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]
  19. Greetings, once more! And welcome to the third iteration of Faust's interactive Stories! Faust felt it would be best to dive back into this kind of thing with a renewed vigor, and some balance from things he's learned from the previous two interactives...As they were both quite experimental. As such, welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories 3! Promising more adventures, more lewdities, and more stories! Rules, and mild changes coming up shortly.... ================================================================================================================================================== [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (For those looking for lewdity, in a scholastic setting. Days in this world will follow a brief morning (Depending on the character), Followed by Schooltimes. [In several segments], and end a short bit after returning from school.) Family Featurettes: (Will usually involve home life with a selected character's family, and occasionally a small vacation! Certain characters will get more out of this than others. Tend to have an average Morning, an average day, and an average night. (Subject to Vacationing)) Faust's Holiday Fun: (As expected, these days are selected to celebrate a holiday with specified characters. Christmas Parties, Thanksgiving Dinners, and the like. A mixture of lewdity, and casual home life. Tend to have a segment last longer than the others, depending on the Holiday) Magic Academy's Pleasure District: (A setting inside of the Magical Academy story, for those who wish to be adventurous with some lewdity! Details may or may not carry over to the actual Magic Academy Interactive. Have an average day segment, and a lengthy night segment, with a nearly-non-existent morning) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters! An early morning optional, but a Hefty daytime segment, with a very brief night) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to pick out a world. May be old, or new, times vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable for future segments.) Faust's Town Adventures: (A segment with an average time all around, with the selected individuals, going around town doing various normal things. Meant for enjoying things on a day off from the Scholastic system.) Private Bedroom: (For that special vulgar scene with characters of your choosing. Very restrictive.....Must have 5 Hearts of affection to invite someone here.) AuthorFaust's Fateful One-Shots: (For when you just want to request a special scene. If enough votes pick it up, it'll be written... Or if the Author likes it enough. Running times Vary considerably.) ???: (Locked!! Do 2 runs as Faust to unlock) ???: (Locked!! Do A run as a Magical Academy Student to unlock) Movie Adventures: (Go to the Movies with a character of your choice! Drinks and popcorn are provided! Watch a scene picked out by either the Commenters, or Author, and wait for the magic to happen. Runtimes of movies will vary, but usually put your companion in Dire need.) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] [A seemingly average boy with short forest green hair, and an unimpressive build.. Faust is the Familiar figure of the stories, and constant target of various happenstances. One with a healthy taste for the lewd, but kind enough to help out others when he can. If he could get out from under Saril's Thumb, he might...] (Able to be used in any plot except Magic Academy Pleasure District) Yuno Gasai: [Female] [The shapely, twintailed pinkette, with a cutesy manner of speaking, and a distressing past...Everyone knows who Yuno is, and it seems a wide variety of people have their eyes on her. However, her eyes are only on.....] (Will rarely involve herself in lewdity with anyone but Faust. Stories with her may center more around Faust (Or Fauxst) more than others. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure District.) Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] [A girl with a modest figure, and long green hair in a ponytail. With an overwhelmingly embarrassing family, and a stern attitude, one would be forgiven for seeing her as cold. However, beneath her stern exterior hides a girl with a firm penchant for holding...] (A bit harder to coerce into inciting lewdity in....But, far more likely to remain focused when at high bladder amounts. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure district.) Eoria Karakuri: [Female] [A girl with long silver hair, a modest figure, and a nearly unquenchable lust for science.....and a barely concealed naughty side. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and always working on something new...) (Runs with Eoria may contain an experimental item to utilize. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district.) Saiga Giriko: [Female] [A girl with crimson hair, a sizable figure, and an apt hand for mechanics. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and a self-proclaimed domme, Saiga is one of the few not into the idea of wetting herself, and is much less....open with her lusts than some others... (Lust fills slower as Saiga. Does not enjoy wetting herself. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district. Can temporarily modify O.M.O.R.A. in her runs.) Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] [A petite girl with orange hair, tied into ear-like twintails, and a taste for the lewd. What she lacks in curves, she more than makes up for in enthusiasm. (Cannot be used for Magic Academy's Pleasure District. Can carry 3 items in a run, instead of 2. Is also more proficient in using items, leading to a smaller cooldown...) Juuni Neptunia: [Female] [A petite girl with short purple hair, and a usually perky-nature... Who tends to run her mouth a bit more than she would like. Most certainly does not enjoy the affections of her 'Brother' <Actually Cousin> Faustus in an impure manner. Tends to overdo it sometimes.....] (Cannot be used in the Magic Academy's Pleasure district. Bladder meter fills a bit faster as Juuni..) Arthoria Faustus: [Male] [5th Ranked at the Magical Academy, and assistant to Saril's Special Show: Hold it! Omo-Idol. Runs the Black-Light District of Magical Academy. Probably needs a drink.] (Cannot be used for Another Note. May come with a variety of 'Spells.' May uncover new Magic Academy Characters to command...) Yonyu Bengane: [Female] (102nd ranked at Magic Academy, and the unofficial Librarian. A modest figure, concealed by many different garments, and a pair of glasses hide her true intentions, whatever they might be. And yet, something about her seems.... Ayano: [Female] (100th Ranked at Magic Academy, and the most prominent of the Black-Light students. Has a bit of a...dangerous disposition about her, and a venomous side underneath an innocent schoolgirl Facade...) (Does not play nice with other girls. Options may be a bit crueler than expected, with some exceptions. Cannot be used for Family Featurettes...) Lyna Hikari: [Female] (A shapely girl with silver hair, who's spent most of her life in a church dedicated to complete chastity and purity......And was transferred to a normal school by a certain Supernatural Hunter's efforts. Very inexperienced, and innocent, but eager to make new friends...) [Cannot be used in Magical Academy Pleasure District. More sensitive to lust than others...] ???: [More to be unlocked] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (These are mostly the same.....with a few, minor changes...) Plot: Now almost Strictly for story purposes. Lewdity is to an absolute minimum, and stories with this will contain very little naughty fun. (Stories may be shorter than actual plotlines) Lewd: A nice baseline for stories, with a smidgen of lewdity, but rarely things too inappropriate. Accidents are more likely, while aftermath can usually be dealt with off-screen.... And the lightest of touching, while still keeping to plots. Naughty: A bit lewder than lewd, this rating incites more accidents, and some more intimate scenarioes...without going into complete, full-on smut. One can expect a bit more skinship, but no actual, on-screen intercourse...... Though, one may still have lewd, naughty releases... Vulgar: A vulgar setting, where touching, wetting, and other vulgar activities are rather mundane, and expected. One can properly perform vulgar acts in this plotline, without fade-outs, or other censors. Adult Fantasy: A plotline more akin to a smutty film. Contrived coincidences to maximize the amount of Vulgarity are commonplace, and the more absurd sort of situations may occur, leading to maximum Vulgarity... ================================================================================================================================================= Items: (This subject remains similar, with characters allowed to utilize 2 items per story. (Except when otherwise indicated.), and may have Rating restrictions. Items cooldowns may vary...) [Item List!] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A naughty magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] (2 Story Cooldown) Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] (1 Story Cooldown) Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish individuals needy for Lewd release. [Naughty or Higher] [3 Story Cooldown] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher Rating required.] (3 story Cooldown] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher rating.] [2 Story Cooldown] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse [3 Story Cooldown] Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. [Naughty or Higher. 4 Story Cooldown.] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. [Lewd or Higher. 2 Story Cooldown.] Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one. [2 Story Cooldown.] Bottle of [Water]: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something. [No Cooldown. May sometimes incite random effects.] "Toy": A toy meant to incite lust in an individual, but certainly not appropriate for children.. [Naughty or Higher] (3 Story Cooldown.) Author's Helping Hand: May be used when a Decision is brought up once per story, to get a guide of what effects a decision may have. [5 Story Cooldown] Paradoxical Blessing: A blessing that will Randomize all of your conditions! Results may vary. Overuse may lead to accidental summoning...[6 Story cooldown] [Others to Come] =============================================================================================================================================== Affections Meters: (This is a Segment to determine a character's Affection for one of the male leads! Higher Affections may lead to certain scenes easier. For the sake of comfort, only 3 heart and above will be listed..] Faustus Necromonium: 4 Hearts: Yuno Gasai, Youmu Konpaku, Lillica Plumb 3 Hearts: Flandmir Treepes, Juuni Neptunia Arthoria Faustus: 4 Hearts: ???, ??? 3 Hearts: Ayano, Yonyu Bengane ???: ??? ================================================================================================================================================= [Achievements!] (Due to Popular Demand, This feature will be returning from the first interactive. However, they are mostly cosmetic this time, save for a few certain ones... [KA-CHING] (Hat Trick): Have Faust's Interactives Reach it's 3rd Iteration. [Future Achievements:] [Naming Scheme]: ??? [The Obvious]: ??? [I wanna go on an Adventure!]: ??? [What could possibly go Wrong?]: ??? [Oh.]: ??? [Prepared!]: ??? [I need a freaking Drink]: ??? [They DO Exist!]: ??? [I Get that Reference!]: ??? [Holy...!]: ??? [Futility]: ??? [But that's Forbidden Love!]: ??? [You were Warned]: ??? [Faust's Head Hurts]: ??? [The Wonders of Technology]: ??? [The Spot]: ??? [You're Going to Hell]: ??? [Last one There Wins]: ??? [Ya'll Need Jesus]: ??? [Tone Shift!]:??? [Dumbass]: ??? [Smartass]: ??? [Thank you, may I have another?]: ??? [I've made a Mistake]: ??? [REFERENCES!]: ??? [Pun-ishment]: ??? [Unexpected]: ??? [Wuvvy-Duvvy]: ??? [This Sucks]: ??? [What a Mess]: ??? [Unlimited Salt Works]: ??? [Taboo]: ??? [Primal Urges]: ??? [That's not how it works!]: ??? [Oh Thank God]: ??? [OH COME ON]: ??? [Why?]: ??? [Y tho?]: ??? [Okay.]: ??? [I love you]: ??? [And Many More!] ================================================================================================================================================== Q&A: [A Short Question and Answer Section, Answering Questions that Faust expected to have] Q: Is Faust's Interactive 2 now a Dead Forum? A: Faust does not expect to update it anymore. However, those who made requests will likely still see their stories written. Particularly Blooper's, which will be part of a different thread entirely... Q: Why is [World Listed] Not an available Option? A: As before, Faust has decided to revamp a little, and will add worlds as they are discovered, or unlocked. If things progress well, or too long without something that people request, Faust may put up some unlock conditions for them to fill out. Q: Are our plots from before Un-done? Do we have to re-do things? A: As before, most things are the same as before. Your ranks with certain girls has not changed, and most things are the same.... With a few select changes, and things that would incite an achievement if you point them out... Q: Is there going to be a Bounty Board This time? A: Perhaps. But for now, let's just get our feet wet in the story, and see from there. Q: Can we unlock more playable characters? A: Yes, you can. More female and male characters, through certain actions.... Q: Can we submit playmates again? A: Yes. Faust will prepare a format right after the Q&A Q: [Not actually a question, but a harsh criticism, or a hateful comment] A: Faust apologizes for bothering you, and requests you avoid stories that do not meet your level of merit. Faust sincerely hopes you have a nicer day. Q: Is [Character name] old enough to be doing these kind of things? I'm calling the police! A: Faust insists every character in his stories are of the legal age for you to see them in that kind of a manner, unless explicitly stated. Faust's characters are not the selves portrayed in their medias as they are, but merely variants of the legal consenting age for wherever your viewing location is. Q: When's the next update? A: SoonTM ==================================================================================================================================================== Playmate Submission Guidelines: [For when a character provided doesn't match up with something you want, or simply if you desire someone in specific. Merely submit, and follow this format to have them added. Warning: Character may not be as prominent as a previously listed one, without actively seeking them out.....] Character Name: [What is the name of the character you are Submitting?] Character Appearance: [What does this character look like? Feel free to use images, or descriptions. Details of note are Hair, eyes, Bust, Rump, and Relative Height.] Bladder Size: [Does this character have a Prominent, an Average, or a small bladder? Tummy Capacity: [Does this character have Firm control over her tummy troubles? write [NA] if you don't want them having tummy trouble] Lust: [How easily is this character provoked into Vulgarity?] (Easily, Average, or Slowly?] Extra: [Any Extra Details about this character you care to share?] Personality: [Be as Detailed as you like. Author may have to improvise if one isn't thorough enough..] Location: [Are you a Magic Academy Student, or a Normal Student?] Sexuality: [Do you like Guys, Girls, or Both?] (As a Note, only female playmates are allowed to be submitted right now.] [Faust thanks you all for Reading over the years, and Faust hopes this interactive Goes on just as much as the last ones have.]
  20. Thudmaster

    female Double Diaper Mess

    Man wets and messes diaper multiple times before finally taking it off. Also if possible could someone please make a downloadable file version of this video?
  21. 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...
  22. So I love writing, and I love Omo, but I've never tried writing Omo before. So, I figured, why not start with a short story about a game I frigging love, and see how people like it? If it turns out people like this, I do have some ideas for future installments. Let me know what you guys think. Warning: Messing, and it is described in good detail. If this story turns out popular, and people would prefer it without messing, future installments may or may not have it. Also fear wetting/messing. No one gets seriously injured or dies, but they do get pretty scared. Anyway, hope you like it. ---------------------------------------------------------- Widowmaker stood perched on a secluded rooftop, overlooking a narrow street below. King's Row at night was mercifully dark, and even her rather conspicuous costume was difficult to see to any observer. She felt something inside her... Happiness. Nostalgia. Even as dead as these emotions were to her, they were still there, and yes, she was happy to return to the site of one of her finest kills. Something else stirred within her, however: a rather pressing need for the restroom. Snipers are required to perch for long hours, without distraction. Even looking away for a couple of minutes could allow your target to escape. Mercifully, her ability to feel shame was even more muted than her ability to feel joy. She'd encountered this problem many times before, and would encounter it again. She spread her legs slightly, and prepared to solve the dilemma the same way she always had. With minimal resistance, her quite full bladder emptied. A faint hsssssssss could be heard, and she felt the golden liquid warmth pouring down her suit. Perhaps for this reason, her suit was made of a material that did not show the wetness, but she still could feel the warm, wet streaks coursing down her thighs, depositing into a surprisingly large puddle at her feet. The heat was nice, in the cold of King's Row. Her focus returned to the task at hand, for she had to keep a lookout for her target. With her bodily needs satisfied for the moment, she was able to pay much closer attention to the streets her prey would eventually walk down. "For the moment" was a rather key phrase, however, for her bathroom needs soon caught up with her again. This time, however, it would be a slightly... messier expulsion. She gave a slight sigh of annoyance. Like wetting herself, it was not her first time, and it would likely not be the last. It was just... much less convenient. And the smell. It revived her emotion of shame much the same as trips to King's Row rekindled her happiness. Making sure to keep her rifle up, the scope hovering over one eye, just in case her quarry happened by during, she bent her knees a small amount. Giving a small grunt, she forced her mess out. It pushed against the soft cloth of her panties, stopping when it met the resistance of her rubbery suit. Giving a bit more forceful of a push, her waste rocketed out of her with a wet squelch sound. The logs compounded somewhat, forming a lumpy, softball-sized bulge between the buttcheeks her suit so proudly outlined. The wet, sticky warmth covered her backside. The smell drifted upwards, ultimately meeting with her nose. It almost made her cringe a bit. Of all the things to remind her of her humanity, why did it have to be this? An energetic, electronic sound emanated alongside a pink light from behind her. Sombra. Of all the people... "Woah-ho, there, spider. Eat a little too much before the mission?", Sombra said, fanning the air in front of her nose. Widowmaker always did find Sombra and her taunting to be insufferable, but she was too valuable to Talon to give up. "I had to go, Sombra. It is better that my suit be ruined than the mission", Of course, logic wouldn't be enough to make the obnoxious little hacker shut up. "Besides, I still remember that time you went out drinking with that cowboy and came home with some sodden pants of your own". "Alright, alright. Point taken", Sombra said, a slight blush coloring her normally composed and calculating face. "Ooh! Is that her?!", Sombra said in a hushed whisper, "I'll cloak and get close to her". Widowmaker peered through her scope, down the street. Sure enough, there was the target. Angela Ziegler, she thought, Mercy. She didn't know why Talon wanted her dead, and she didn't care. A job was a job, end of discussion. She took aim, and carefully put her finger on the trigger... ---------------------------------------------------------- Mercy had been invited to some conference to showcase her advanced equipment and medical knowledge. Winston had organized some sort of event, hoping to show the good Overwatch had done, and was hoping that displaying some of their more advanced and more good-natured technology would be able to change some hearts and minds. Mercy had eagerly agreed. As such, she walked down the streets in her full armor, hoping to show it off. A sudden sound, like footsteps on the cobblestone roads suddenly echoed from a nearby alleyway. The streets were totally deserted except for her, so the noise made her a little uneasy. A sudden series of more rapid footsteps sounded off much closer, and she turned quickly in alarm. That proved to be life-saving, as a powerful bullet suddenly split the air where her head had been a second before. In a sudden panic, she threw both hands over her head, and hurrid into a nearby buidling whose door was open. She put her back to the wall, breathing very rapidly. Her hair hung down in her face, and sweat droplets began to form. And a strange, hot, wetness flowed down her legs. What was that? Oh. Despite being in combat what must have been hundreds of times, Mercy never did the sturdiest continence. More dangerous situations often saw her peeing, or worse, into her armored leggings; much to the joy of her companions, who often found how easily frightened she was to be quite funny. The most embarassing had to have been that surprise party, where they all jumped out, and she... Nevermind, a sniper was trying to kill her, her embarassing memories weren't important right now. She pulled out a communicator she used to keep in touch with her former Overwatch colleagues, and after what felt like an eternity, Winston answered. "Winston!", she said in a panicked and shaky voice. "Angela? What's the matter? Are you okay?" came his concerned reply. "Yes. No. I'm in trouble, but I'm not hurt, not yet," she stammered out, finding her words difficult to squeeze out. "Try and stay where you are! I'll be there in just a second!" his words were music to her ears. She set her large Caduceus staff aside, favoring her pistol. It wasn't much, but a good number of enemies had underestimated her pistol, which proved a rather fatal mistake. She jumped at the sudden sound of movement in the room with her, simultaneously feeling more of her pee leave warm trails down her shapely legs. She held up her pistol, and tried to stop shaking so hard. Suddenly, and without warning, a person appeared ahead of her, and to her right. Before she could adjust her aim and fire, the girl fired first, blasting Mercy's pistol out of her hands. The girl kept her smg trained on Mercy, and began walking towards her, tauntingly. Mercy's courage failed her, and she fell backwards against the wall, landing in her own puddle of urine with a wet splish. The girl smirked and chuckled a bit upon noticing her lapse in continence. "Well well, looks like no one can keep their pants dry, tonight," She said, pointing to Mercy's puddle of piddle. The girl made of point of aiming the smg directly at the doctor's head, "Look at the bright side, at least no one will know you did it before you died," she said as placed the barrel of the smg against Mercy's temple. Her fear totally overwhelmed, and she suddenly felt a weight leave her abdomen. Then she realized it hadn't just disappeared, it had travelled into her underwear. She had just soiled herself in fear. Her armored leggings were quite firm, and did not allow her mess to collect into a ball shape, but rather, it smoothed out like a pancake, covering her entire rear end. As she tried to regain her composure, her assailant did seem to notice the squishing noises and accompannying smell, her smirk growing to nearly impossible proportions. But, against Mercy's expectations, the girl pulled the gun away from her head. Looking down as condescendingly as possible, she said "Unless, of course, you'd like to make a deal,". It took Mercy a second to register what she'd just heard. She was coming back from the despair of being certain her life was over, and her senses weren't quite back to normal, yet. "W-what do you mean?" She quickly got out. The girl pointed a clawed finger at Mercy's staff, "I want you to give me your staff, and show me how it works. I've got some fun plans for it Do that, and I'll tell Talon I killed you," she extended her hand to the sitting woman, "Deal?". Mercy weighed her options. On the one hand, she didn't want to die; on the other, the Caduceus staff was a powerful tool, one she didn't want to fall into Talon's, well, talons. Then she remembered: Winston was coming. She was confident that Winston could make short work of these attackers, as she'd seen him decimate entire squadrons of Talon soldiers in the past. If she accepted the girl's offer, she could stall for time until Winston showed up. "Deal," Mercy said, reaching for the girl's hand. To her confusion, the girl threw her hand forward, touching one finger to Mercy's nose before pulling her hand back, saying "boop" while doing so. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Boop" Sombra, instead of helping Mercy to her feet, walked right over to the staff that was carefully set upon a nearby chair. She picked it up, and began flipping it over in hands, inspecting it. "So, how do you work this thing, doc?" Sombra said, pointing the staff at Mercy, who had found her way to her feet, drops and rivulets of her fear-induced pee running down her legs as she stood from her puddle. Taking the staff from Sombra, Mercy expertly flipped it to the correct holding position. Begrudgingly, she began to go over its various controls and abilities, Sombra's eyes widening with potential plots and schemes at each feature Mercy described. In the middle of the lesson, however, Mercy suddenly seemed to look behind Sombra. Just as Sombra noticed, Mercy delivered a powerful kick into her gut, forcing her backwards. The force of the kick sent numerous droplets of pee into the air. Sombra drew her smg, and levelled it at Mercy, "Do I need to make you piss youself again? Do you seriously think you can take me?" she said furiously. Now it was Mercy's chance to smirk, "Not alone", she said. Sombra's confusion was evident, but not for long as the wall behind her suddenly burst forth, revealing Overwatch's signature gorilla scientist: Winston. Sombra turned and fired wildly, unsure what was happening. Her aim was completely off, however, and she was knocked to the ground, lying on her belly. Winston drew his massive tesla cannon, and began firing it at the prone girl. "Trying to hurt my friends, huh?" Winston said, to the tune of Sombra shouting in pain, "Not on my watch, Talon". Sombra could barely even hear him, as electricity coursed throughout her body. As it caused every nerve and muscle in her body to go absolutely crazy, such unimportant things as not wetting herself were forgotten, as her crotch suddenly filled with hot, steaming urine. Content to share, the urine flowed outward, creating a sizeable puddle around Sombra's waist, even wetting her shirt a bit as she lay prone. Once it was clear that she was no threat, Winston moved over to Mercy, checking that she was alright. In the middle of her assurances that she was fine, a sudden clanging was heard against the door to the building. They both looked up to see one of Widowmakers venom mines on the door, primed and about to explode. Thinking quickly, Winston deployed a shield barrier, saving them from the poisonous gas. He noticed that the barrier inadvertently covered and saved Sombra as well. As the poisonous fog cleared, and the barrier vanished, the two suddenly noticed that Sombra was gone. Winston fired his tesla cannon around the room, hoping to catch her while invisible, but it was in vain, as Sombra had fled the building. She was making her way back to the rooftop occupied by Widowmaker, her pants, skirt and shirt all bearing a humiliating wet splotch that made her lack of control rather obvious. The chill in the air was rather unpleasant as her crotch and thighes suddenly felt frozen in their wet state. And she had even taunted Widowmaker for using the restroom on herself, but at least Widow had relieved herself in her pants intentionally. Something about the fact that Sombra simply lost control was even more insulting. Another crashing sound was heard behind her, as the gorilla broke through another wall. He was surrounded by a strange, blue glow, and whatever was left in Sombra's bladder flowed out into her panties as she realized it was the damage booster Mercy had described to her. It made the gorilla even more deadly. She almost screamed when the monkey leapt through the air towards her, before remembering that she was still invisible. No, they weren't going for her... But then where... Oh no. The gorilla had landed on the rooftop with Widowmaker, and Mercy followed closely behind him, healing and boosting him all the way. If she didn't get up there now, Widow could be killed. Throwing her teleporter to the rooftop, she activated, and one short flash of light later, was in the middle of the battle. She de-cloaked, and joined Widowmaker in unleashing a hailstorm of bullets on the pair of heros. Things were looking good, as they were damaging him much faster than Mercy could heal him, and he was resorting to holding up his hands to protect his face. They pressed the attack, but Winston had something up his sleeve. In the blink of an eye, she swore the gorilla had doubled in height, and now seemed to be seething with rage. The blue damage-boosting aura still encircled the massive primate, meaning this was going to hurt. A lot. With a sweep of one arm, he smashed into Widow, launching her against a wall. She slid down, and landed on her butt with gross squish, her mess from earlier having never been cleaned. Sombra prepared to get smashed by his massive arms, but instead found herself picked up, and held in the air. Two of his hands completely encircled her body, and their grip was iron. Winston leaned in close, blowing steaming how breath into her face. Her face mimicked the terror she felt inside, and her more substantial waste could no longer be contained. Whimpering, and eyes watering, she felt a sticky warmth covering her butt, and felt its weight growing substantially. More, more, and more came out, until she was certain she had soiled herself more thoroughly than the other two women combined. Her mess overloaded her panties, flowing into her pants. If one got a view up her skirt, they could see that the bulge was, in a word, enormous. Perhaps having an accident managed to work her fear out, but her professional mind suddenly returned, and she managed to wriggle one of her teleporters out, dropping a few feet away from herself and Winston. Activating it, she found herself suddenly free of his grip, and she sprinted over to Widow, who lay unconscious in a newly-created pool of pee, having wet herself again as Winston slammed her into a wall. She hurriedly grabbed Widow's grappling-hook arm, and made it launch upwards, grabbing hold of a ledge and pulling them to safety. Throwing the unconscious and very-in-need-of-a-shower sniper over her shoulders, Sombra cloaked once again, and began running for it, not caring about the squishing sounds coming from her pants, and trying not to think about what was running down her legs. ---------------------------------------------------------- As the duo escaped, Winston's Primal Rage subsided, and he collapsed onto the ground, his energy entirely spent. Mercy was by his side, more grateful than she'd ever been. She made sure to tell him what a lifesaver he was. "Oh, it- it was no problem, Angela," Winston stuttered, half out of exhaustion, and half out of not knowing how to take a compliment. "Say Winston?" Mercy began, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Yes?" "Before we go to the convention..." "Yes?" "Do you mind if I find some fresh clothes, first?"
  23. MistressMolestia

    Average life

    Version 0.7.0.3

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    Game source made available by HiraDontell (who is now participating in the project as well as one other) and an old version of the game was posted by nex. I'm always open for suggestions on how I can help to make this game better. Feel free to share your ideas, criticisms, comments and other input. And if I missed something, please feel free to mention it. In order to stop filling up the reviews with bugs and questions please feel free to use This Forum to post questions, bug reports, requests, ideas, etc. We have an updated control scheme for the car now, its a bit rough still but bear with us. There are five developers working on the project at this time and if you ask nicely, we might just let you join~!

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  24. 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.
  25. wetfunandy

    Amy's Weekend

    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.”