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Hello, everyone, I have a new story. This one's gonna be a bit different from my usual ones, and is much slower paced than the others. This first chapter contains desperation and fear wetting, but later ones will involve messing as well. Any feedback is always appreciated, and I hope you guys enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So this path here will get us there faster?” Hazel asked. “Faster than most,” Alma replied. Their horse-drawn carriage rattled along the cobblestone path. The old, rickety wheels squeaking in protest at the movement. Hazel’s eyes scanned the treeline surrounding them. Tall oak trees surrounded them, creating an almost impenetrable-looking forest wall. Hazel’s heart skipped a beat as a sudden bout of claustrophobia surged through her. “... And, where did you learn about this path?” Hazel continued her questioning, still staring off into the forest. “At the tavern, just before we left Westacre,” Alma pointed her thumb behind them, gesturing to the town they’d set out from earlier that day, “A traveler recommended this road, said it would get us over to Arnwick twice as fast as any other path,”. “Did he perhaps mention if this path was… safe?” Hazel managed to keep most of her concern out of her voice, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with this place. “Most paths aren’t,” Alma answered flatly. While her left hand continued to clutch the reins, her right one hoisted up her elegant crossbow, “That is why I’m carrying this,” Hazel’s eyes fell to the quiver that was full almost to bursting with crossbow bolts. What little daylight remained danced off the silver heads of the bolts. Silver, she thought, so she’s expecting more than just wolves. Alma turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at Hazel, her expressionless face changed to a calm smile, “I do this sort of thing for a living, Hazy. I haven’t been killed yet, and I’m sure as hell not gonna let you get killed on your first outing” Hazel looked into Alma’s pale blue eyes, and she believed her. Alma had been a hunter for many years, and she was damn good at it. She had also once been Hazel’s best and closest friend, until circumstance had driven them apart six years ago. Only two weeks ago had the two rekindled their friendship. Hazel had expected the two would practically be strangers after so much time apart, but the moment they started talking, it was as though they hadn’t been apart for more than a day. Hazel was further comforted as she inspected her friend’s apparel and equipment. The differences in their career choices were evident just from a single glance. Alma wore a black, wide-brimmed hat, a dark brown leather coat that reached halfway down her thighs, a crimson shirt, and black pants. A cross necklace dangled near her modest breasts. Years-old scrapes, tears, and claw marks dotted her coat. More than a few knives were sheathed on her belt. And Hazel knew that, though Alma’s clothes hid them, her physique was nothing to scoff at. Her brown hair was pulled into a loose bun behind, leaving some strands free, and allowing for a clear view of her hardened facial features, which had been slightly tanned from her time in the sun. She looked every bit the demon-killer that she was. Hazel, by comparison, looked frightfully plain. Almost ironically memorable by virtue of being so forgettable. At least, by her own judgment- Alma and several others had insisted that she was being too hard on herself, but Hazel was unconvinced. Her blonde hair hung just past her shoulders, whipping ceaselessly about in the wind. She had the clean, unmarred face and hands of someone who’d never had to struggle for much. Her bright, green eyes stood out against the paleness of her face. Her small frame was covered by a dark red dress with black adorning its edges. It was old enough that she didn’t mind it getting dirty, and loose enough that she could run easily if she had to. She was nearly twenty-four years old, yet she still had an air of almost childlike innocence about her. Issues of her own confidence aside, she was reassured by her friend’s presence. Alma was the type of person to rise to any challenge, who would face any foe and not back down. Hazel felt that she, herself, was more the type to piss herself and hide if things got truly dangerous. Speaking of pissing, Hazel was beginning to feel the urge to relieve herself. She wondered how Alma handled this when she was out here, all alone. Surely, she couldn’t just stop a hunt, or leave her client behind to go water the grass. Did she just have to hold it? What did she do once she just… couldn’t anymore? Hazel chuckled lightly at the thought of this brave monster hunter having to wet her pants, then continue her job like nothing happened. What if she had to do worse? At any rate, she didn’t want to force Alma to stop the carriage for her, so she kept her mouth shut for the moment. To distract herself from her growing needs, she thought back to her home that she was leaving behind in Westacre. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d ventured beyond the boundaries of her home town. But monster attacks had reduced the traders and caravans coming in to a trickle, and she worried that the town would soon be dried up. It was a stroke of luck that she had reacquainted with Alma, who was extremely well-versed in braving the wilderness. The two agreed upon a plan to travel to Arnwick, a popular town that wasn't going away any time soon. She envisioned the lovely shop she would own in Arnwick, getting to know the new people, getting to try all the local flavors. It was a trivial thing to be excited over, but she was excited nonetheless. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Night had come. The two had made camp just off the road. Almost immediately, Alma had made a ring of salt around the camp. When Hazel had asked why, Alma answered that it would keep the beasts away, otherwise something would likely attack them in the night. Her answer had been quick and to-the-point, but it was nonetheless enough to frighten Hazel into holding her urine even longer. She didn’t wish to venture past the salt-line and into the dangerous woods to relieve herself, but she also didn’t wish to piss on the ground right in front of her old friend. So it was that she came to be inside of their tent with Alma sleeping soundly beside her. Hazel, however, was not asleep. She was lying on her side with both of her hands pressed into her womanhood. Her mind was racing as she weighed her options. She was mere moments from completely pissing herself and, at this distance, pissing on Alma as well. She really didn’t want to do that, but if she just peed outside the tent, Alma could wake up and find her in the middle of the act. And, of course, to venture beyond the salt-line… Of her three options, two were utterly humiliating, and one was potentially deadly. A quick psssshhh sound, accompanied by a sudden warmth at her crotch and on her hands made her blood run cold. She had just peed a little. She had to make up her mind quickly, or else her body would happily decide for her. She groaned internally, before forcing herself to rise, and walk outside the tent. She held herself tightly through her short, white nightgown, yet even so, every step threatened to be her last dry one. She hitched up the hem of her gown, and hooked her thumbs into her panties, preparing to lower them. Glancing back, she noticed Alma stirring slightly in her sleep. She would surely awaken at the noise that Hazel would make. Another quick spurt escaped from her, warming her groin once more. This time, however, she could feel a bead of wetness trickling down her right thigh. Groaning aloud this time, she moved for the salt-line. I just need a minute- less really! She thought, with great desperation, Just need to find a tree, empty myself, and come back, nice and simple! Once she was far away enough that she was sure Alma would not hear her urinating, she lowered her panties and squatted. Her body didn’t need any convincing to release its pent-up liquids. She sighed with deep, genuine relief as her pee splashed against the dirt and grass. The hissing sound dominated the otherwise quiet forest. She glanced down to inspect the damage to her underwear, and grimaced at the wet patch, a few inches in diameter. The white fabric had turned somewhat see-through. She would have to ensure that she was the one to wash their clothes, lest Alma happen upon her pissed-in panties. Hazel heard a sudden noise behind her. Nothing so simple as the snap of a twig, or the rustling of branches. It was a horrible, sucking sound, one that seemed to echo, despite being fairly quiet. Whatever the wind must sound like in Hell, she was sure it was a similar kind of sound. She was petrified with fright. Her hairs stood on end, and her bladder continued to empty, showing no signs of stopping, or even slowing. An eerie, iridescent greenish-blue light illuminated the forest around her, and the horrible, echoing sound was closer now. Shaking like a leaf, she blinked away tears. She felt an emptiness in her gut that made her feel like she going to vomit. She knew what this was: Fear. True fear. She’d been afraid before, or at least thought she had, but she had never known real terror like this. The echoing sound was so close, now, just behind the tree she was squatting near. She took as deep a breath as she could, yanked her panties back up, and sprinted back towards the camp. The light and the bone chilling sound it produced took off after her. She didn’t dare turn her head to look at it. She rushed through branches and bushes, feeling them tear her gown and cut into her flesh. She felt something else, despite her attempts to ignore it: hot urine coursing down her thighs. In the back of her mind, she realized that she had never stopped peeing, even after she had yanked her underwear back up. With each frantic step, droplets of piss were flung from her legs, which were steaming in the chill night air. Her movements had caused the pee to run in erratic rivulets all down her legs, and her panties were soaked from front to back. The wetness had even reach the front and back of her gown. She tried to call out for Alma, but she could not find her voice, only frightened whimpers emerged. Finally, after what felt like hours of running, she crossed back over the line of salt. If Alma was right, the creature should follow her past it. The combination of fear and exhaustion caused Hazel to trip, and her hand slammed down into the pots they’d use to cook the night’s meal. The metal instruments were flung about, making quite a lot of noise, but Hazel wasn’t the least bit interested in them. She rolled over, now laying on her back, then sat up. At long last, she saw the creature that had chased her. It looked like a man, but his flesh was rotted, and cloaked in a bright, greenish-blue light. A ghost, no doubt. Hazel had heard they haunted the forests, but she had never seen one. It just floated there, glaring hungrily at the girl. It seemed Alma was right about them not being able to pass the salt-line. Staring at the frightful creature, she felt the last of her urine trickle out of her, the warmth seeping into her bottom, then pooling below her. Most of her urine had passed, so her puddle was only a few inches across. In the blink of an eye, the flaps to the tent had flown open, and Alma emerged. She had clearly just been shaken from her sleep, and was only wearing her black bra and panties, along with her coat that had very hastily been thrown on. Her powerful, rippling muscles wound up and down her body, and her hair hung loose around her head. Her eyes darted from Hazel to the spirit, seeming to take in the situation almost instantly. Alma reached inside the tent, and retrieved her crossbow and a silver bolt. Faster than Hazel thought possible, the weapon was loaded and aimed at the ghost. Alma didn’t hesitate even for a second before letting the bolt fly. Unlike any other weapon would have done, the silver bolt penetrated into the ghost, jutting out of the spirit just as though it had struck flesh. Giving off an echoing howl, the spirit writhed in agony, then dissipated entirely. The bolt remained levitating in the air for a brief moment, then plummeted back down to earth. “Hazy, what did you-” Alma began sternly, but stopped as Hazel’s tear-filled eyes looked up at her. After a moment of silence, the hunter settled on saying “Are you alright?”. Hazel didn’t bother to see if her voice had returned, she just nodded. Alma lowered her hand, and offered it to Hazel. The moment that she was on her feet again, Hazel collapsed into Alma, wrapping her arms around her tightly, “Alma...” she choked out between sobs, “I was so… so scared...” Alma awkwardly returned the hug, trying to stabilize her friend, “I know, I know, but it’s okay now,”. Once Hazel had come to her senses, she realized that the pee-soaked cloth of her gown and panties had been pressed up against Alma’s thigh. She broke off the hug, and took a step back, embarrassedly covering the wet patch with her hands. Alma’s eyes followed the movement until they reached her crotch. Throwing her arm over Hazel’s shoulder, Alma lead her friend towards their supplies, “Let’s get you changed, then you need to rest,”. Hazel continued to lean into her friend for support until they retrieved a box that contained some spare clothes from the parked carriage. Alma averted her eyes, giving her some privacy. Hazel was ashamed as she realized how easy the whole situation could have been. Instead, she’d risked her life to try and stave off some embarrassment, and failed anyway. After a couple of minutes, Hazel emerged from the carriage, now wearing a clean set of underwear and a fresh gown. Her misery must have been pretty obvious, as Alma stopped her on their walk back to the tent. Next to each other, the hunter stood almost a full head taller than Hazel. Her face once again shifted to that warm smile, “Don’t look so sad, Hazel. This sort of thing happens all the time,” Hazel dared to meet her friend’s gaze, “Even to someone like you?” Hazel asked in harsh, skeptical voice. “What, you think I’ve never pissed my pants before? Never shit my pants before?” The hunter smiled earnestly, “Hazy, I fight those things almost every day. I’ve soiled more pairs of pants than you could count,”. Hazel looked away from her friend, eyeing the dirt. She felt a strong hand clasp her shoulder, then heard Alma speak again, “You are so hard on yourself, and you don’t deserve even a word of things I know you think about yourself,” Hazel felt more tears coming to her eyes, “I’ve never seen anyone want to be a better person more than you, Hazy; and that’s why I know that you’ve got what it takes to do this. That’s why I know you’ll come out of this just fine, and be stronger for it. That’s why...” she paused until Hazel looked her directly in the eyes, “That’s why I know that you’ll come out of this as a better person. Because you always do, even if you never realize it,”. Once again, Hazel hugged her friend tightly as she wept, although this time under much happier circumstances. The two returned to bed; Hazel was physically and mentally exhausted, and Alma was eager to return to sleep. They would need their energy for the road ahead. The journey to Arnwick had only just begun.

amy's nightmare(silly game i made) View File this is a silly little game i made. basically you run around a forest until "ghosts" (they look quite poor i'm not going to lie) scare the pee and poop out of you. you can focus the camera on amy's ass, crotch or face. when the fear meter reaches 50% amy wets herself, when it reaches 100% she soils herself and wets again. enjoy :) Submitter pp123 Submitted 02/23/2017 Category Female videos  

Hello, hello..And welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories: Version 2! A few things will have changed from the original here , but Faust assures you that it should be a bit...neater, and cleaner than the previous one. Faust thanks all of you for all of the replies, selections, and stories from the last one..And Faust hopes one day that we catch up to the predecessor! A few things will be the same as old, and a few things will be new. So, without further delay, Faust will begin said introduction to things...! As usual, there are choices to be made, even this early on. And, as before....Faust expects this one to be a myriad of stories, rather than one long drawn out one. [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: (The Ever Popular setting from before returns: But with a twist! Another Note usually was deemed to be whatever...But, in this thread, Another note covers a school day, every time! While this doesn't mean one absolutely has to attend, it generally means you can count on the location of the majority of the cast to be regular as always.) Family Featurettes: (Formerly Faust's Family Featurettes, This story explores the families of the selected character! Whether this involves avoiding, tormenting, or seducing them is up to the commenters, of course...) Sun and Moon, Faust Style: (For all of you Pokemon Fans out there! This will take the story through a world themed around the latest in the pokemon Series, Pokemon Sun and moon. You'll be dropped in at a random point to work with, and it may or may not be related to the mainline story in the fiction thread. ) Faust's Holiday Fun: (A setting based around the holidays! While it's fitting for now, this one will permit you to have the fun of a holiday at any time of the year! Christmas, Halloween, Valentine's Day...Or even birthdays!) Faust's Magical Academy: (A setting based around the Magical Academy that Faust has created. With a Hierarchy of rank, and a disproportionate ratio of female to male students, one can expect a charged session through this. And that's not including the actual magic courses, if you can tear yourself away from the affections) 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!) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to Decide! One may end up in a world already known, or something new entirely! It's entirely up to AuthorFaust, and results may vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable..) Faust's Town Adventures: (A setting where you are able to go around on a day off, rather than attend school and classes. While by no means do you rule the town, you can find many people on these days off...and surely you can come up with some kind of shenanigans during this timeframe....) Private Bedroom: (For those times when you don't want a serious plot, but merely raw lust, or a prolonged session with another: This one cuts the chaff of getting into a vulgar situation by letting you start with that lust out in the open air!) (Must be playing on Vulgar rating) (Others may be added at a later date) =============================================================================================================================================== [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] The lead of the majority of Faust's Fics, and one that is most known. Prominent in bouts of adventure, and Lust...(To the point of being spiritually linked to Saril, the Goddess of Lust), Faust usually has a gentle personality, but suffers from a troublesome urge to do whatever he's told....Especially by females. [Notes: Holds a [Wet Note] at all times. Able to be used in any storyline.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] A twin-tailed pinkette, with a curvy figure, and a cutesy, third person person manner of speaking. Though a lot of people have their eyes on her, she only has eyes for one... [Notes: Only Engages in Lustful activities with Faust, and is unlikely to willingly pee outside of a toilet...More likely to hold to the point of an accident. Cannot be selected as the main character in Family Featurettes] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] A green haired girl with a long ponytail, and a modest figure. Her stern, no-fun-allowed attitude seems to rub some people the wrong way...But it seems something else is being hid by the girl with an amazingly embarrassing, lustful family. [Notes: Sometimes Holds a [Wet Note] at stories. Unlikely to engage in lewd activity, without some firm nudging, or high needs...] Eoria Karakuri: [Female] A silver haired girl, with a mind for science, a modest figure....and a naughty side barely concealed. Creator of the robotic figure O.M.O.R.A., She tends to get involved in some projects, to the point of neglecting certain needs... [Notes: Can modify OMORA during her runs. Cannot be Selected for Magical Academy. Starts with a Desperation Visor] Saiga Giriko: [Female] A crimson haired girl with a mind for mechanics, a sizable figure....And a much more serious nature. Partner to Eoria, and self-proclaimed Domme, Saiga knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to tell you how she feels about something. [Notes: Can Modify OMORA during her runs: Cannot be selected for Magical Academy.] Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] A petite girl with orange hair, held up in twintails similar to dog ears, earning the Moniker 'Chihuahua.' She has a natural curiosity towards some lewder things, and is very eager to please...And to indulge in a little harmless, mischievous fun. [Notes: Always has an 'Omo-Weekly' on hand, and a bottle of water. Cannot be used for Magical Academy) [And More to be unraveled as stories unfold] [Guest Characters:] (Unlike last time: This is not a place for Suggestions of new characters. No, It's a segment to establish what kind of characters you can find, and in what stories. The last one was pretty muddled, after all....And this will let you know which story to pick to see someone. In addition, certain characters can be unlocked through repeated interaction with them. While the whole list won't be revealed off the bat, each category has a few examples...) Another Note: [You are likely to run into Fellow Students, and Authority Figures.] (Examples Include: Ellie Troit, Lillica Plumb, and Youmu Konpaku) Family Featurettes: [You are likely to run into characters related to your player character] (Examples include: Juuni Neptunia, Wynnda Tatsumaki, Penelope) Sun and Moon: [You are likely to run into characters in the pokemon Verse] (Examples include: Moon, Lillie, Acerola) Holiday Fun: [You are likely to run into certain guest characters, celebrating a holiday...or are fitting for a holiday.] (Examples Includes Nikki Redfield, Flandmir Treepes and Etna) Magical Academy: [You are likely to run into students of the magical persuasion.] (Examples include Reisen, Megumin, and Evangeline) Beach Adventures: [You are unlikely to find anyone new, but you may find some old friends....] (Examples include Flonne, Kat, and Hisa) Town Adventures: [You are likely to find those that you could meet around town, even from different schools..] (Examples include Monaca, Rena, and Lyna) Author's Choice: [You are likely to run into anyone. The author decides, after all...] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (Similar to last time, Faust has imposed a sort of (Rating System) on these stories. While it's more of a loose guidelines in the original, here, it's a bit more...enforced.) Plot: A rating for those who care more about the story, and less about the lewd. Accidents, and vulgar acts are to a minimum: Storybuilding and plotlines are key. Lewd: This setting is the default setting. While there is a decent amount of story, accidents are both more commonplace, and more..noted. A healthy balance of plot, and play. Naughty: This setting adds in naughty release, through self-pleasure and other means...Usually with one's clothes on. A step up from Lewd, but a step below... Vulgar: This setting adds in vulgar release, through others, as well as all above. Sexual acts are more common, and noted on, than actual plot. One must be willing to bear it all, in this setting.... In Addition: Certain Tags may be added, prior to said story in order to activate certain scenes. While the list starts small, it may grow in time... Tags: Yaoi: This setting will primarily focus on males, and their lust for one another. Yuri: This setting will primarily focus on females and their lust for one another. Messing: This setting will add [Or Focus on], stomach-related bathroom urges. More to come... ============================================================================================================================================= Items: (Seeing as Items were mostly overlooked last time...Faust has done a few modifications to how they work...) Items Now work on a 3 story cooldown, without a token cost. Certain characters will have some items at all times, but other items have to be requested by 2 or more people... One may request an additional [2] items per story. [Items selectable are...] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A lewd Magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] 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] Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish girls needy for Lewd release [Naughty or Higher] 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: Activates the [Messing] Tag, even if it wasn't already applied to the story] 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. Neglect may add a tag...] 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 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. Vulgar Pills: These pills will actively stimulate your libido, for 2 time periods! No matter what you do, you won't lower in Libido.....No matter how much lewdity you perform! [Vulgar or Higher] 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. 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.. 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.. [Others to come] ============================================================================================================================================= Q&A: Here, Faust will hope to answer some questions that people may have.......To pre-empt some issues. Q: Why is [Insert character name here] Not playable anymore? A: Faust has chosen a baseline of characters to start things up, based on ease of writing, and the general influx of posts. Just because a character isn't immediately playable, doesn't mean that they are unable to ever be considered playable again Q: Are Achievements still a thing? Or Achievement tokens? A: Faust has decided to make the unlocks Merit based, rather than token based. An achievement list, without having constant availability to update due to the editing system would be rather troublesome.... Q: Why is [World Name Here] Not a pickable Option? A: Same as the first question: Faust has given a general setup for worlds he can easily translate. Q: Is the plot we worked for un-done? Do we have to start over? A: The continuity has always been fast and loose. The general ideas have remained. To give a small list: [OMORA] has been created, [Ria and Chrona] Are transfer students, and [Flonne and Etna] are Technically angels of Saril Q: Will the bounty Board be coming back? A: Faust deems it unlikely. Q: Will we be able to submit playmates again? A: At a later date, Faust considers it a possibility. But for now, let's just relax, and enjoy the holiday. Q: [Insert Hateful Comment here] A: Faust is sorry you feel this way, and apologizes for displeasing you. Q: Is the old Thread being completely abandoned? A: Faust plans to abandon it...After the current storyline for it is up. Faust can answer other questions, as they come up. For now, Faust just hopes you enjoy the thread for what it is, and forgive Faust for being bad with...what is the term....Holding back? ============================================================================================================================================== [Select your character, Location, Rating, Tags* and Items* now, and as always: Thank you for participating in Faust's interactives.] * means Optional

Ben had received the "we need to talk" text while at work, and the sinking feeling in his gut was made only worse when he Anna, his girlfriend of 3 months, refused to elaborate replying only with, "we can talk when you get home." That started at 10:36, and it was now time for Ben to make his 15 minute drive home. Thoughts were racing through his head, but Ben couldn't think of anything that Anna would be upset about, he was faithful and had been great to Anna since they had met. Even so Ben walked in the house with a great degree of apprehension to find Anna sitting on the couch with his laptop being held in her arms. Ben: "Hi honey...what did you want to talk about?" Anna: "Ben are you keeping any secrets from me?" said with a questioning look Ben thought for a moment before replying "No, I don't think so. Why, what are you getting at?" Anna: "Well I grabbed your computer to check my email because mine was dead and it opened yours instead. I saw an old receipt which looked odd so I looked at it. Do you know what receipt I saw?" Ben's heart sank as he immediately knew what she was talking about. He fumbled with his words not being able to think fast enough on his feet only letting out what amounted to babble. Anna: "Let me say it for your Benjamin. Diapers. You bought big, colorful baby scented diapers." She then stared at Ben a minute before speaking again, "and then I thought about where they might be, and let me say that putting them in the attic was a pretty good spot. I hate spiders enough to never really want to go up there, but I just had to look." More silence fell over them as Ben was speechless. He didn't want to lie to Anna, but he didn't want to admit to his fetish either, instead he just stared downward at the floor. Anna then got up from the couch and walked over to Ben before saying lightly in his ear "come with me." Anna then grabbed Ben's hand and pulled him into their bedroom, with Ben staring at the floor the entire time not knowing what was happening. Anna then pushed Ben gently onto the bed used 2 fingers to bend his chin from looking away from her, to look her in the eyes. Anna: "We do not keep secrets in this house mister. I am disappointed that you hid this from me all this time, but I won't let you do it anymore." Anna then opened the top drawer of Ben's dresser and pulled out one of Ben's diapers. "Now I rearranged your clothes so that we could fit these in here. You'll be wearing these from now on, do you understand little one?" The sinking feeling that Ben had felt turned 180° in no time at all. Still not being able to find the words Ben simply nodded his head 'yes'. Anna then took off Ben's pants off before slipping a diaper under him and putting a pair of shorts on him. Anna: "Ok little boy, get your shoes on, I was busy finding your diapers all day so I didn't have time to make anything. I thought I'd surprise you and take your to Friendly's!" Ben was about to muster a 'No' but before the words could leave his lips Anna butted in "and I don't want to hear any objections, otherwise you'll be going to Friendly's with a red bum!" The two then headed out to the 'Family' oriented restaurant where sounds of noisy children could be heard in abundance. The place was very crowded and the two had to wait 15 minutes before being seated, upon which time Anna made sure that the waiter bring Ben a children's menu. Ben felt both excited and humiliated by what was happening. He wasn't sure how many people could tell that he was wearing a diaper, but he knew that anyone that paid him more than a few seconds glance would be able to figure it out. His pants had a distinctive bulge to them and if he bent over the plastic could easily be seen from under his shirt. While that part of his situation was bad Ben knew that it was about to be worse; he needed to use the bathroom, and in this case it wasn't a wet diaper that he was concerned about. Ben was about to tell Anna that he needed to use the bathroom, but just at that moment their waiter came back to take their order where Anna made her order as well as Ben's. After the few minutes had passed Ben again finally worked up the courage to ask Anna to use the bathroom, "Anna I really need to go to the bathroom" he told her. Anna laughed at Ben before telling him "I think you mean to say that you are about to wet your diaper little Benny." Ben: "No, I don't have to pee. Anna please let me go, I don't want to do that in here." Anna: "Aww don't be a shy little baby, I will change your messy pants if you go poopy. We can go right into the lady's room and change you on the floor, I don't think anyone will mind." Ben was mortified but didn't argue. He continued to hold as long as he could but not soon after their food arrived Ben had his accident. At first he struggled to maintain his dignity but after a few difficult moments he knew it was no use and simply let go and filled his pants. The smell alerted people in the immediate vicinity, but the rest of the restaurant found out what Ben had done as Anna, mid-way through bringing a bite full of food to Ben's mouth, realized what Ben had done. Anna: "Uhh ohh, I think little baby Benny made a poopy in his diaper" she announced loudly enough so that the restaurant could hear. Ben started to get up, but was immediately told "no, baby needs to finish his food before we change his stinky pants." Anna then continued to feed Ben his meal as the rest of the restaurant murmured about what was happening. After Ben was finished eating (and everyone had spread the word about his accident) Anna took him by the hand and walked him into the women's restroom, where she promptly cleaned his mess in front of at least 3 other women. Ben wasn't sure of the exact number, as he did his best to not make eye contact with anyone in the room. After Anna finished getting Ben into clean pants, the two returned and got desert before heading home. And from then on Ben's life would never be the same. It wasn't what he pictured himself as when he had thought about it prior, but it was something he couldn't deny he loved...

(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.)

AuthorFaust: Faust realizes this is a few days late....but, Faust wishes to celebrate his relief at not-getting-evicted by having a [Temporary] sort of Interactive Story.....But, in a change of pace..... Your character is not to be decided by the arbitrary vote, and many different minds... But, it is You! Yes, YOU, the readers! This is an <admittedly, experimental> kind of interactive, that combines with some traces of 'Magic Anon' as they consider it. Combining a bit of every interactive, plus everyone's decisions... To make a story for the holidays! <Or at least, for October> So, without further ado.....Faust will give out the rules! =========================================================================================================================================== Faust's OcTOURBer Interactive! [In this Story, the day will pass like a regular interactive story. However, unlike normal stories.... This doesn't resolve on a majority vote, but rather... This is going to be a medley of different events occurring over the course of a day! The readers are considered in this story to be physically involved with the events. This means you can directly influence events. Be it through blocking bathrooms, spiking drinks, or if you're lucky, even directly pressing on bladders of unfortunate playthings! But, most importantly, one will be expected to ask questions to the characters! Every Three to Five questions, you will acquire an [Event Point], and with enough event points, you can perform certain things. Some questions are worth multiple points. Which ones? You'll have to find out.... [A List of Events include, but are not limited to...] 1. There is a Long Bathroom Queue 2. The bathrooms are flooded 3. A drink is spiked with a diuretic 4. Has a brief bout of Lust that <Might> Need to be sated before they can continue. 5. Has a sudden rise in desperation 6. Needs a change of underwear. Rules: <Failure to follow will lead to either a premature end to your response, or denial of EP> 1. Keep inappropriate touching to a minimum. [The Word of the day is Consent. Ask before you touch, please.] 2. Violence is a No-No. [Playful shoulder-thumps, or other forms of affection are okay] 3. Be Patient. [Faust Aims to update this at least once every 3 days. More updates may occur, if topic is successful] 4. Control Yourself. [Try to not be Too Open with your desires towards the cast. They may not appreciate knowing how much you.... 'Enjoy' their antics.] 5. Be Tolerant. [Do not admonish others for their own selections, or downvote because of a kink you may not like. This is for everyone, after all.] 6. The Author may add more rules as necessary. He hopes that isn't the case. [To Minimize trouble, The Author Recommends you try to follow no more than 3 people at a time. per segment] To wit: A commentor can ask any questions to their person of choice. [Every Commentor has been gifted [x1 Aqua Droplet.] (Stir a target's bladder slightly.) You may use it as you see fit, or hold it for later.] (It would take approximately 6-8 of these to pop a girl's bladder] [Character List: <Individuals one may choose to interact with for their session. Can change at any time, by merely indicating.> Faustus Necromonium: Male Lead of most of the stories, with short, dark green hair and a slender physique. Fauxstus Necromina: Female version of Faust. Shapely, with long dark green Hair. Authoria Faust: The Author of the story. Grumpy Mage, with brown-ish hair, features obscured by a cloak. Daichi: One of Faust's friends. Tries really hard to not lose in magic. Wiry brown haired boy Ellie: Perky, if petite lime-green haired girl, with a lewd side. Yuno: Shapely pinkette, who is close friends with Faust. 'Penny': Supernatural Hunter Supreme with red hair, and a tomboyish outfit. Part-time Tease, Part time Perv. Youmu: Petite silverette, with a feeble, tiny bladder. Monaca: Sadistic loli with dark green hair. Juuni: Faust's petite, purple haired 'Sister'. [Actually Cousin]. Has a bad habit of getting in over her head.... Wynn: Modestly endowed girl, with dark green hair, and a bit of a prudish attitude...hiding a lightly-lewd side. Saiga: Crimson haired girl who's good with her hands, and Not into Omo. Creator of OMORA OMORA: Robot-girl, with shoulder-length blue hair. Eoria: Modestly endowed girl with silver hair, and a bit of a out-there attitude. Has a tendency to make lewd decisions.. Flandmir: Blonde, petite Half-Vampiress Saril: Goddess of Lust, and Desire. Flonne: Petite blonde Angel of Saril, Encourages lewd, and actively enjoys her job. Etna: Petite red headed Angel of Saril. Encourages Mischief, and actively shirks on her duties. [Others may be called in upon request]* *Guest characters, such as Rainyday Characters, or user-submitted characters are not to be involved, without the submitter/creator's explicit permission. ======================================================================================================================= The starry night was slowly giving way to the morning Sun, the dawn breaking through the silence of the night. The camera pans over a myriad of houses, many different figures all nestled up in their beds...Slowly..Surely... Eventually to be ready to tackle their morning routines. From the early risers, such as the crimson haired Saiga.....To the drowsy dozers, such as the lime-green haired Ellie....To the never-went-to-sleep blonde vampiress Flandmir....To the still comatose Faust, thrashing about his bed in futile defiance.... Yet, as the world panned.... Something about it shimmered with a sort of light, an extra figure patrolling around the space quietly.....A grumpy look on his face, as he glanced towards the sky.... A familiar Goddess, and her two angels fluttering about as they sought after their own targets...Aiming to incite a bit of intrigue into the day..A bit of interest, to what could end up a very dreary day..... In this moment, you are like a spirit... To influence ideas, proposition questions, and otherwise spice up the day. You are not tangible as of yet, but that doesn't mean you are powerless..... ========================================================================================================================================== [At this Point, Commenters may....] 1. Incite a lightly lewd dream. 2. Ask a character questions. 3. Use their Aqua Droplet. 4. Ogle the characters in their sleepweaer. 5. Compliment a character. ============================================================================================================================================ AuthorFaust: And with that, the proverbial floodgates are open! Ask questions to your favorite characters! Declare undying adoration for them! Peek at their panties as they change into normal attire...What have you! Faust will try to update this story as frequently as he can.....Though important time shifts will occur Every 3-5 days. So, get your questions and such in before then. Faust will keep track of the points every commenter earns, and will provide a list of purchasable events when people have some EP. Until then, Happy October everyone!

Part One: Infiltration (Corrin is named Robin, and is the same Robin I use in Awakening. Headcanon is it’s the same avatar for every FE game and also fuck if I’m running Corrin even remotely like he’s portrayed in game. Even Alm and Roy were better lords.) Kagero moved through the streets of the village, silent and inconspicuous. She wore the same garb as the other ninjas of the village, her scarf covering most of her face. The only thing that stood out about her was her chest, which was hard to hide even in tight ninja garments. The ninja was on a mission for her liege, Lord Ryoma, the now king of Hoshido. The Samurai had just found his lost brother, the middle prince of Hoshido Robin. But just as everything in the family had been set right, dark power struck down Queen Mikoto. Ryoma had been forced to take up the mantle of king, just as Hoshidian and Nohr forces clashed in mass on the border. Both sides watched in horror as Robin stood between the arguing princes of both kingdoms, giving them an ultimatum: settle your differences or he was leaving. Kagero was fond of the returned prince, and for once felt a pang of sadness as both princes turned on Robin. Robin didn’t stay, cutting a swath through Hoshidan’s and Nohrian’s alike as he left the battlefield. Neither of the princes moved to stop him, too engrossed in their own combat. Once combat ended for the day, Kagero was summoned to her lord’s tent. She hoped she would be tasked with pursuing Robin, a thought that irked her. She should desire to be here beside her lord, not off on another mission. Instead, she was sent to scout the ninja village of Mokusho. While the small ninja country was technically neutral, several Hoshidan spies returning through the city had vanished. So now Kagero was here, trying to figure out what happened to them. Kagero had been on patrol for a while now, and was starting to feel her body complain about the lack of relief. As she turned to head towards the nearest restroom, however, she spotted a female ninja, dressed in the garb of a Mokushan ninja captain, leaping across the rooftops. She was surprisingly stealthy for it being only dusk, but no one else seemed to notice or care, and the captain seemed to be in a hurry. Kagero slipped behind the nearest building, gracefully scaling it and giving chase to the ninja captain, her needs forgotten. She followed the captain for a solid ten minutes before the other ninja came to a stop, hopping down off the side of a building into an enclosed alleyway. Some kind of secret meeting spot? Crouching on the rooftop, Kagero waited. She tried to steel herself against her needs, but she quickly became desperate to relieve herself. She could feel a fart pressing to escape, and if it didn’t she knew something a lot more solid would. But she had to stay hidden! Grimacing, the ninja slowly let the fart out, doing her best to do so as stealthily as possible. If was accompanied by a trickle of warm mush, and she shifted uncomfortably as she shit herself a bit. At least the ninja hadn’t noticed. Soon after, another ninja captain appeared, a male in similar concealing uniform. The female produced a piece of paper for him, and Kagero focused her attention, trying to read it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see from here. Drawing three shuriken in one hand and a dagger in the other, she leaped down from the roof. Three shuriken dug into the man’s neck, and she put the dagger to the female’s neck, covering her mouth with her other hand. The ninja captain cried out, her words muffled by Kagero’s hand, and a loud trickling could be heard, the ninja captain pissing herself as she watched her companion fall. Her bowels didn’t fair much better, responding to the cold steel against her neck with a forceful evacuation. Kagero could hear the wet sounds of the ninja violently filling her pants with liquid feces. Kagero looked around for the note, spotting it on the ground, but spotting something much worse. When she focused on the duo, she hadn’t noticed the ten ninjas accompanying the other captain. Quickly slitting the woman’s throat, she hopped backwards, drawing a second dagger. The ten enemies spread out, approaching carefully. The battle of ninjas was completely silent, then suddenly they struck, the clash of metal breaking the silence. A pair of shuriken lead, both nimbly dodged by Kagero before three of them engaged her, short swords flashing out. She skillfully parried one with a dagger, sidestepping the other two and bringing her dagger around, cutting a deep wound in the chest of the one she parried. He staggered back, and she drove forward, knocking him back further and finishing him with a dagger to the heart. She cursed as it got lodged in him, and she looked around as in horror as she attempted to wrench it free. The pause had given them time to surround her, and there were still nine of them, now able to surround her with her back no longer to the wall. She cursed her weakness as her full bladder convulsed in fear, and pee started to trickle down her legs, soaking her shorts and puddling on the ground beneath her. Slowly she lowered her other dagger, setting it on the ground and raising her hands in surrender. They advanced quickly, one producing a pair of manacles and roughly shoving her hands down in front of her, snapping the cuffs on. Unsure of what they were going to do, she wasn’t ready for one to drive his knee into her stomach. Crying out in pain, the sound was accompanied by a crackling sound as the blow to her stomach drove its contents into her pants, wave after wave of soft mess involuntarily releasing. She was hit again, and again, and soon she faded into unconsciousness, still shitting herself. There will likely be a few more parts of this, if I can get around to writing them. Comments and criticism are welcome, my writing needs work.

This story is totally fictional (given how unlikely it is) - mind the tags if you want to avoid anything you don't like. I don't drink. When you're in college, this makes it hard to hang out with your friends. Chances are, that's the main and only way your friends socialize. I do have a car, though, so I get dragged along anyway - but as the designated driver. A glorified baby-sitter (except unpaid!), watching my friends reduced to children and be utterly no fun to be around. However, there is one advantage - people gotta go, and they're not as good at being adults about it. Once, I was dragged out by my girlfriend, Claire, on just such an occasion. She wanted to catch up with some friends who were about to graduate and move away. I knew them already, which saved me from the excruciating introductory small talk that comes with bars. There was Hannah, a lanky and tall blonde woman who chopped her hair short and talked energetically with her hands, Melissa, a hard-nosed red-headed woman who was rather belligerent when drunk, and Jackie, a Latina woman with wavy hair. Of course, there was also my girlfriend, Claire - she was a mild-mannered black woman with beautiful curly hair. While I knew all of them, they were more Claire's friend than mine, and I soon resorted to sitting at the bar nursing my shirley temple while looking on. While I was never a fan of rompers, I couldn't help but admire my girlfriend in hers, a silky, flower-patterned romper that accentuated her curves and teased me by seeming almost see-through when I checked out her butt. Her friends were lookers as well. Hannah was wearing a simple shirt and purple jeans, but her thin and athletic build showed through. Melissa wore a low-cut tan top and she also wore jeans, but they caught my eyes more than Melissa's, to be honest.. Claire was also often envious of Melissa's ass... something I pretended not to notice. Jackie wore a short dress that was zebra patterned, skin tight and showing off her ample curves. It's not that I aim to objectify all my girlfriend's friends, but there was little else for me to do given my lack of interest in their discussion of the different hair products they used. Something about how it was unfair that black hair products were hidden away and overpriced or something. I should have probably paid attention, given which person I was dating. Oh well. We soon left that bar... and the next bar... and the next bar... and eventually settled at one that had music. Now, I have to confess, not only am I not a drinker, but I'm not a dancer, either. It's shocking that I've ever gotten a girlfriend, in hindsight. So, again, I sat at the bar as the ladies danced the night away. At some point, I checked my phone. It was midnight. We had been out for over four hours. That's when the secret part of my brain perked up - I don't think a single one of the women used the bathroom, yet. Claire's always had an iron bladder (unfortunately!), but four hours of drinking consistently means they probably had to go. Bad. However, I couldn't tell just looking at the girls dancing. Actually... exactly as I looked, Melissa stopped in the middle of grinding with some guy and gave her crotch a discreet squeeze. She straightened up, said something to the guy, and walked to the bathroom. I followed her with my eyes and realized that there was a line out the door. She noticed as well and immediately turned to head to the bar, where I was. I quickly turned to my water (I had moved on from the shirley temples... didn't want to drink too much sugar!) to pretend I wasn't watching. She came up next to me and I turned to her. "You good?" I asked her. "Yeah... I just wanted a water after all that dancing." So, playing it close to the chest, huh? Alright, I'll pretend I didn't notice anything. She waved the bartender down and asked for a water. While he poured her drink, she leaned over the bar and grimaced. I did my best to pretend not to look as I followed her legs with the corner of my eye - her right one bounced up and down before she aggressively crossed it. Soon, though, I thought I smelled the acrid smell of a fart. Well, I say acrid, but an even deeper secret of mine is that the idea that a lady is desperate to poop is just as titillating. However, we were in a crowded bar with a dance floor. Any one of the hundred people could have been the perpetrator. I just couldn't shake the feeling it was Melissa, though... I glanced over and she was bent over her water at a strange angle. She suddenly turned around and leaned her back against the bar. I looked at where she was looking and saw the rest of the squad come over. Jackie squealed, "We have to get a picture of all of us!" Melissa looked less than pleased about the suggestion, but fortunately for her everyone else got around her so she didn't have to move. Jackie raised her phone to take a selfie before seeing me. "Oh! Could you take the picture?" I dutifully saved them from selfie culture before returning to my water. I saw Melissa sneak out of the group to get in the bathroom line, which mercifully was much shorter now. I glanced at her butt again and couldn't help but think it was clenched rather tight... in the dark club, though, I couldn't see any evidence of her losing it, though. While I was vaguely disappointed she seemed to make it, I don't think I'd actually wish that kind of embarrassment on a friend. A few minutes later, she returned and the ladies discussed going home. Claire asked me if I was willing to drive them home. I responded with a smile, "That is my job as the designated driver!" I walked to the car alongside Claire with my arm around her as Melissa, Jackie, and Hannah walked behind us. Melissa's unwitting show over, I couldn't help but think that none of the others had gone, yet. This was quickly confirmed when I overheard Jackie say, "Man, I gotta go! I should have gone before we left." Melissa responded, "Nah, their bathroom was nasty. I regret using it." I perked up, but that was the end of the discussion. When we got to the car, Claire sat up front (as is the rule - girlfriend always gets shotgun, remember!) while the three others piled on in the back. It was a 10 minute drive to Melissa's apartment, the ladies chatting happily as I concentrated on the downtown traffic and drunken pedestrians. I didn't pay much heed to the women except to notice Jackie crossing her legs quite a few times - including once where I got a glimpse of her black thong. When we arrived at Melissa's, I pulled up on the curb she quickly thanked me and got out and walked around the front of the car. As she walked past the headlights, I glimpsed a darker patch on her thigh, going from her crotch to an inch down. Already vaguely horny from Melissa and Jackie's desperation, I quickly tried to focus on putting Hannah's address in my phone's GPS, since she lived closest. Fortunately for Melissa, I doubt anyone else, inebriated as they were, noticed. Hannah lived in a house, so I pulled up to the driveway. As I came to a stop, I looked back at Hannah who seemed not to notice we had arrived. She was looking down while her legs were firmly crossed, both hands in her crotch. I pretended not to notice and coughed lightly. "We're here, Hannah." She jerked her head up, surprised, then thanked me and opened the door. As she swung her right leg off her left leg and out the door, I could see a dark spot about the size of a golf ball on her crotch. Just as quickly, she exited the car and I was left uncomfortably aroused. She took the steps up to her front door and I couldn't help but notice again - was she clenching her ass as well? It was almost impossible to tell, but I swore... Keeping an eye on her, I put in Jackie's address into my phone. I saw Hannah bend over and I glanced up to the house's front door. She had dropped her keys and bent over at the waist to pick it up. As she bent over, though, I saw it - a bulge formed and quickly grew. Additionally, the wet spot, which was previously invisible from this angle, grew and was an orange-sized ball from the bottom of her rear to her upper thighs. She immediately straightened up and unlocked the door. Now it was less obvious, as it didn't seem like she let a whole load out, but I could tell there was a clementine-sized droop in the middle of her jeans. She hurriedly stepped into the house and closed the door behind her. I looked over at Claire and Jackie and saw that they were having an intense discussion about how non-white men needed to better support women of color. Happy to not get in the middle of that conversation and happy for Hannah for getting away with no one else noticing, I took off for Jackie's place. Jackie had been demonstrably desperate the whole ride, and she comfortably declared, "If you don't get me home quick, I'm gonna pee on your seat." I laughed nervously and pretended that I wasn't a little bit hoping for that. "We're almost there, don't worry." Claire, usually quiet on these things, chimed in. "I might pee on your seat, too." Now THAT caught my attention. I just hoped my erection wasn't noticeable... not that Claire would mind, but it'd be a hard one to explain. Get it? Hard one? ...sorry. Anyway, I glanced over and Claire was indeed crossing her legs. Her romper was temptingly short and I felt like I could almost see her underwear... I quickly looked back to the road before I got us all killed. When we pulled onto Jackie's road, I looked in the rear view mirror. Jackie, who was sitting in the middle and stayed there after everyone else had gotten out, was looking down at her crotch. I could just see it, as well, at the bottom of my mirror. She had stopped crossing her legs and had spread them to look down and pulled her dress up. The reason was that exactly as I looked, I saw a spurt shoot straight through her glistening thong (she must have already started to pee in them before I looked). She hurriedly closed her legs and grabbed the edge of the seat and seemed to bore her rear into the seat. Trying my hardest to concentrate, I pulled up across from Jackie's apartment. She gave me a quick thank you and practically leapt out the left-hand seat. I couldn't help but look at her legs as she walked away and I saw rivulets rolling down her legs. As she got to the sidewalk, though, she paused, and that's when I saw a small turd fall out from her dress. I remembered she was wearing a thong and realized that wasn't gonna hold anything back. She quickly got moving again and got to her apartment front door, leaving behind a trail of piss. As the glass door closed behind her, I saw another turd bounce off her thigh and onto the ground. She turned right and out of sight. Claire interrupted my trance. "What are you looking at?" "I... uhh.. just making sure Jackie got home." She playfully slapped my hand. "You were checking her out, weren't you? It's fine, I'd check her out, too, if I was you..." I thought fast. "Why would I check her out when I can look at you?" I pecked her a kiss on the cheek. She laughed. "Smooth recovery. Let's go home, I wasn't joking about peeing on your seat." I moved my attention from my now raging horniness to driving. It was a fifteen minute drive to our apartment, and concentrating was made all the harder by Claire's incessant leg jiggling. At one point, she crossed them and leaned forward. "I have to confess something..." "Yeah?" "I actually really have to poop as well. You don't think I'm gross for saying that?" I was in euphoria, actually. "What? Of course not, everyone poops. I'm honestly shocked y'all didn't use the bathroom all night." She groaned. "I know, actually, I thought I was going to pee right on the dance floor. Also, I'd get close to a guy, let a fart out, then quickly dance to a different spot." I looked at her as if I had never seen her before. "What?!" I had never heard such details from Claire, quiet and introverted as she usually was. "I'm sorry, TMI?" "No, no, it's fine, I just haven't heard you talk about that before." "Yeah, well, it's not gonna be talk if we don't get home soon..." "Don't worry. I love you even if you smell like farts." She responded sarcastically, "Wow, that's the most romantic thing you've ever said." "I'm a poet, I try." We got to my apartment. I pulled into the gravel parking lot in the back and turned the car off. I opened the door but didn't hear Claire do the same. I looked over and she was frozen in place, hunched over. "You okay?" "If I move, it's gonna come outta both ends." I quickly got out (hoping my erection wasn't too obvious when I stood) and opened her door for her. I, of course, wanted to see her have an accident, but first and foremost I wanted to support her, even if that means my fantasies, so close to completion, wouldn't happen. I extended my hand. She took it, took a deep breath, and got out. I shut the door and she squealed, running to the back door. I followed her and saw why she squealed. I trail of piss went halfway down her left leg. As she got to the door, I saw a new trail follow it, this time going all the way to her sandals. Her romper did nothing to soak the pee as more urine rolled down her legs, squirting out every few seconds or so. She stomped in place as I pulled out the key. "Quick! I'm pissing myself!" I unlocked the door and she ran in and ran up the stairs. I was on the second story and had to unlock that door, as well. My eyes were glued to her butt as I followed her up the narrow stairs. Halfway up, I saw her cheeks unclench as she started peeing in earnest. I heard a high-pitched fart as a tiny bulge popped out, her tight and thin romper showing every detail. She didn't stop running up the stairs as it grew from the size of the tip of a finger to a golf ball. By the time I got to the door, she was bent over and it was the size of an orange. A puddle was forming around her. I quickly got the door open and she stepped in, stopped, and groaned. I saw that she was no longer peeing - she must have emptied herself already. After groaning, her bulge rapidly grew double its size, straining her romper. It pushed the legs back so that I could see her white boyshorts, the crotch stained yellow and the back tinted brown. She turned to me, defeat in her eyes. I hugged her. "Don't worry. Accidents happen. I don't think any less of you and I love you." Her eyes showed her gratefulness, but then she furrowed her brows. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Why do you have a boner?" "Uuh..." THE END Bonus: Melissa at the Club This takes place while the protagonist is checking Melissa out as she dances. Melissa groaned inwardly. She had to poop - badly. There was no way she could poop at a bar bathroom, though. They were disgusting and sometimes didn't even have any privacy. The lady solidarity in women's bathrooms was nice, but she doubted it extended to her stinking up the place. As she thought this while dancing, she realized she let a fart loose. Horrified, she hoped the guy grinding on her didn't notice and she turned and shouted, "I'm gonna get a drink" and quickly headed to the bathroom. However, before she got there, she saw the line of over fifteen ladies and decided to make good on her excuse. When she ordered her water, though, another cramp came through and she bent over. She had to pee, as well, but it was her stomach that was taking her attention. She knew she couldn't hold back any longer and let another fart through. She could hear this one, a booming one, and her ears turned red with embarrassment before she realized that no one else could hear over the music. She quickly tried to look normal drinking her water, failing miserably as she nursed her stomach. As she let out another fart, she realized that a turd began to escape along with it. She straightened up and turned around, feeling it touch her underwear and then stop as it touched cotton. She remembered she debated wearing a thong to avoid a panty line, but she was glad she went with full cut panties now... not that she was planning on this. She saw the girls come over. Hopefully this meant we were leaving soon, she thought. Her hopes were dashed when Jackie demanded a picture. She refused to move from the bar, though, and the other girls stood by her as the picture was taken. As it was being taken, though, Melissa could feel her poop moving again, the first turd curling up and settling in her underwear. She was far from done, though, and ears burning, she made her escape to the bathroom line, now thankfully only four people. Every step felt like an eternity. She realized, too, she had let out a spurt when she pooped, and the dampness rubbed against her. She got in line without any mishaps, though, and tried her best to not look desperate as she stood with her legs crossed. As each person did their business, she shuffled closer, but when she was next in line, she felt her anus opening. Frozen, she didn't know what to do as yet another turd started to snake out. It pushed her panties and jeans back before the tightness of her jeans stopped it. Another spurt of urine came out, soaking her red panties and getting to her jeans. She glanced behind, but no one was in line behind her. She knew there had to be a bulge, but she hoped the darkness of the club kept her safe. A minute of sheer terror passed before the person left the bathroom and she entered. Thankfully, it was a single room bathroom with a lock. She breathed a sigh of relief and unbuttoned her jeans. The moment she pulled them down just a little, her poop continued to move and fill up the new space. She pulled her jeans down to her knees as the second turd finally settled. She felt more poop on the way but couldn't figure out how to get her panties down safely. As her anus opened up yet again, she just sat down and finished her poop in her underwear, letting out another squirt as well. Finished, she gingerly lowered her underwear and dumped the contents in, also letting the rest of her pee out. She hurriedly wiped as much poop off her underwear as possible and off her butt, but there was no way to make it completely clean. She pulled her dirty panties back up, grimacing at feeling the poop still, then pulled her jeans up, flushing the evidence away. She looked at her butt in the mirror and saw no evidence, thankfully. She checked her crotch and found a small spot, but she was confident no one would notice. Washing her hands thoroughly, she then left the club and hoped they would leave soon.

"Oooh, I did it again..." Those were the first words that came out from Mithra's mouth when she woke up this morning. Once again, she had wet the sheets she had been sleeping on. She had started wetting her bed a couple months back. At first, she thought it was just a one time thing, but eventually it started happening more and more frequently, to the point that she now wet her bed more often than not. She didn't know exactly what might have caused this but she had a theory. A theory that she dreaded to think about but was quite reasonable in retrospect. Her holding spell had weakened the strength of her bladder. She had been using that spell continuously ever since she came up with it. Her bladder strength hadn't been that great to begin with after all. But now, without her spell, she would leak at the silliest thing. Examples that she could remember on the top of her head: 1. A girl suddenly leaped towards her and hugged her, hitting her body in the stomach area. She leaked a quick yet powerful spurt from that, accompanied by a fart. Thank the gods for her long robe. And since it happened when a village welcomed her back after she vanquished the beast that had been terrorizing them, no one noticed that she had farted, thanks to the loudness of the scene. The smell was there though, but nobody said anything. 2. A spider fell on top of her head as she was investigating a ruin. Usually, she would always use her holding spell in a dangerous place like that, but since there weren't any monsters around, she turned off her spell, thinking to conserve her mana. She wasn't even scared of spiders but the surprise made her release a five second jet of hot pee into her panties. She had to cross her thighs and jam her hands into her crotch to stop the flow. Of course, that made her leave a telltale wet patch on the front of her robe. Thankfully, her robe was of a darker color, and when she returned to civilization, the pee stain had mostly dried. 3. Once, when she was low on mana, she had to move a rubble from the path she traversed. Usually, she would use a spell for that. But since she needed to conserve her magic strength, she decided to do it manually. So she bent over and began lifting the rubble. The moment she started exerting her muscles, she let out a loud and rancid fart, followed by a handful of poop escaping her anus into her panties. She immediately turned beet red and released the rubble. She returned back with a soiled panties, though of course, no one else but her knew that. She also couldn't cast the simplest spells without leaking at least a little. She knew that magicians often have accidents inside their robes when they cast their spells, but it only happened if the spell was taxing on the caster's body. For an archsage like her who had mastered her craft, it shouldn't make her dribble to cast a simple healing spell. Well, she had no choice now. She just had to master her holding spell so she could cast it 24-hours without any exertion on her part. There was no way she was going to go back wearing diapers beneath her robes. That's only for newbie adventurers. Not an archsage like her. After she dressed herself, the first thing she did was to cast the holding spell on herself. It was necessary before she did her next spell, which was to make the wet stains on her bed and nightgown disappear. Without it, she would no doubt leak at the process, wetting her fresh new white panties right away. After that was finished, she took off her holding spell however. It wouldn't do to spend up her mana in a peaceful place like this where she shouldn't have any accident. Currently, she was in the kingdom of Okrania. She came here to fulfill the request of the king to help them deal with a crazed necromancer and his undead hordes who threatened the kingdom. As an archsage, she knew how to cast holy spells which no doubt would be effective against them. And she wanted to help the people of the kingdom as she knew well how terrifying an army of undead hordes could be. Once, when she was just starting up as a mage, she stumbled upon the undead in a graveyard her party crossed through. She made it out safe, but not before wetting and soiling her robes like a little girl. She couldn't help it. Some of the stronger undead had an aura of terror with them and combined with the lesser ones popping out of the ground and grabbing her leg, the shock got into her. And now, she wanted revenge for that

(it's very late at night, I'm very tired, and this is just a shameless desperation and messing story with no context. I'll use the topic to post any scenes I can come up with that I don't feel like building a narrative around. This particular one contains diarrheal messing so be warned. Also, as always, apologies ahead of time if this breaks some sort of conduct code that I'm not aware of. Seriously though, read this before reading the story. I don't want anyone reading this and being like, "oh, but you never said she'd be shitting herself! Gross! That's gross and I hate you!" :P I don't even really like messing myself so I don't know why I had the urge to right this but it's here if anyone wants to read it. Alright, I'm pretty sure that this part has at least caught most people's eye by now so your free to read just remember that this one does contain messing in it.) "ooo...oh god..." Blake's face was contorted into one of pain and discomfort, her head tilted down as her arms wrapped around her stomach, hair hanging down and obscuring her face. Atop her head, her cat ears struggled against her bow to fold downwards, and below the desk, she had one leg tucked up under herself, her heel pressing into her crotch as every so often her hips swayed back and forth. A hot blush covered her face, and a thin layer of sweat caused the light to glimmer off her skin. She had to go, bad. Worse than she could ever recall needing to go before, and in more ways than one. Her mind continually scolded her that buying cheap sushi did not mean that the sushi would be good, and she knew that for a fact, yet she couldn't resist the temptation of the sweet, tantalizing fish that had been put in front of her. The professor was speaking, but the only thing Blake could pay attention to was the heavy pressure in her lower stomach and the lump in her abdomen. Everything she did was torturous, her arms wrapping around her stomach soothed the gurgling ache, but placed pressure on her bladder. Sitting on her heel allowed her to place pressure to hold in her pee, but every time a fart threatened to slip from her backside, it was like trying to hold a cannonball back with a cork, with nothing for her shapely butt to press into to even muffle the sound should it slip out. She desperately wanted to speak up...but some part of her deep down still clung to her shyness...not allowing her to ask to use the bathroom. If she did, everyone would know that she, Blake Belladonna, was about to have a major accident all over herself if she didn't get to the bathroom right away. While not asking didn't make that any less true, she still held on to the slim hope that she could hold it and not have everyone in the school talking about her for the next day or so. A chance that seemed to grow ever smaller as her stomach gave another inaudible gurgle, turning over inside her. Wincing, Blake's entire body tensed up, both hands curling into fists as she grit her teeth, leaning back against the back of her seat to try and get her butt down to press into the chair and put pressure where there was none, yet the placement of her foot could not allow it. And this time, she desperately needed it, as her muscles were failing to stop the pressure-gas rushing through her. Moving quick, she kicked her foot out from under her roughly, allowing her to fall onto the desk. Immediately, a dribble spurted out into her underwear, before she reached down between her thighs and pushed into her womanhood, while her hips ground and wiggled into the seat beneath her, her muscles clenching as tight as they could. Things looked sketchy for about 20 seconds, but the pressure finally subsided, eliciting a small breath from her lips, her eyes, which she hadn't even realized she had shut, opened up, blinking away tears of embarrassment to stare at the ceiling and then flit over to the clock. Surely class was nearly over? Nope 20 minutes to go. Shutting her eyes once more, Blake felt hot tears threatening to leak out. She couldn't stand this, it was pure agony, and she couldn't even count on her team to be there for moral support. The ONE class she had away from any of the three other members of her team just happened to be the one where it felt like her stomach might explode out of her at any given time. "Think of something else...think of anything else..." Blake tried to force her mind elsewhere. She was on a beach, with Yang. She was clothed in her Black one piece bathing suit while Yang had an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini that matched the color of her hair, and only barely covered up what it needed to, even allowing the top of her butt crack to peek up over the back of it. The two were there together, sunbathing...napping on a beach blanket, swimming out in the water, even though Blake couldn't stand getting wet usually...she would swim with Yang any day...and swimming in the water... "oh god that feels so good" she thought as she began to pee in the water around her, blushing a bit as she watched Yang attempt to surf on a boogie board from afar. The way the warmth spread around her thighs in the cool ocean air while her body released all the pent up pressure... wait... Blake's eyes wince shut as she suddenly realizes that her daydream was becoming reality, her hands pressing into her crotch way harder than anything ever should, while her fingers felt the absolute soaking of her skirt. Her tears began to streak her face once more as she realized just how bad she messed up, becoming accutely aware of the feeling of a small puddle beneath her ass, soaking into her panties and skirt, her quivering lips only barely holding back a flood, while her body once again decided now would be a great time to evacuate gas to allieviate the unbearable pressure in her colon. Her tired muscles were assaulted by pressure, and Blake spent a good minute and a half curled up in her seat, both hands on her crotch, while her butt ground into her seat. About 45 seconds in, she thought all was lost when suddenly, she felt a bit escape from beneath her, and make only the tiniest of noise. But nobody said anything, and after a minute, the pressure in her backside seemed to fade away for now...but damage was already done. Looking down at her lap, she could see a clear dark patch on the front of her uniform skirt where she'd been holding herself, and just by feeling, she new that everything she was sitting on was soaking wet. She had peed herself in the middle of class...and there was no hiding it. She looked around to see if anybody had noticed, but thankfully, not a single set of eyes seemed to be on her, not even the teacher's, all of the other classmates she shared a room with were engrossed in the reading that they were going through. "That's it!" she thought. Of course!, The reading! The perfect distraction. Looking down at the book, she began scanning the words, only to find them anything but comforting. The spring in question was very unique, as a certain concentration of minerals causes the water that runs from it to become an amber yellow color, and smell heavily of ammonia, or even sometimes sulfur. This is thought to be the result of a violent bursting of the spring due to millions of years of pressure from a semi-volcanic eruption of gas beneath the... Blake could read no more. The god of irony had struck her down hard. With a very audible and horrid sounding gurgle from her stomach, she could not suppress a cry as she felt the pressure that had been brewing in her stomach drop. All eyes turned to her as she very suddenly straightened her back up, both hands reaching behind her and worming beneath her butt, her fingers pushing through her skirt and into her crack to try and put enough pressure in to hold it...but the lack of pressure in the front caused a whole new problem. The room went silent as Blake's thighs slapped shut, muffling a momentary trickling and hissing noise, and she began violently bouncing her legs, rubbing them together and shaking her hips,trying to stop as urine spilled out of her, soon splashing noisily to the ground below. "hah..." she took a breath, "hnn...no..." she winced. And with a final gasp, a very loud and long fart erupted from beneath her, lasting for a good 30 seconds, before it carried with it a wet, gushing sound, Blake's skirt expanding out beneath her as she doubled up, her hands coming back around to hold her stomach as her head fell, her forehead resting on her desk. People were quick to groan and move away from her sides as mess began to ooze from under her skirt, spurting out from under her thighs and down to the floor below, mixing with the golden liquid already puddling at her feet. With every gush came a new groan from her stomach, a fart pushing out more hot, wet mess into her panties, as pee continued to gush down her legs, her face red and the rest of her pale white as snow, sweat dripping from every pore. And after a single minute, it was over, but Blake had exploded all over herself and the damage was done, all the students having evacuated as far away from her as possible, gagging or laughing or a combination of both, while the teacher called for the janitor, and Blake sat there sobbing in embarrassment. (I know, I'm cruel to Blake. Goodnight everyone.)

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?

Hello, been a little while... Here is a recent commission from another omorashi.org community member! I was given permission to share it here, and I do so as a big thank you to you all in this community, and all its administrators, operators and owners! EDIT - Yes I am open for commissions! TY for the inquiries thus far! ALT LINK: https://ibb.co/e5VMOQ

I've been running a 40k interactive for some time now, and while I still fully intend to run the thread, it is very involved on the author's end (Keeping track of many, many things and mechanics.), and so, after replaying Shadowrun Returns: Dragonfall, and reading most of the Shadowrun 4E core books, I've decided to start another, far more fluid piece of interactive fiction. Compared to my other thread, this will not have fully rolled up character sheets, or all that much in terms of mechanics, focusing more on narrative. Before the thread truly begins, I'll give a synopsis of the setting for anybody who is interested in following along, but does not know much about the setting. Shadowrun takes place in what is called "The Sixth World." It is based on our earth, with some important differences. History diverges leading up to the turn of the millennium, and corporations have begun to experience rapid growth, with things like laws granting their property extraterritorial authority, amongst other things. If the continued growth of these corps wasn't quite ominous enough, around the year 2012 two things happened. U.G.E. : Unexplained Genetic Expression. Humans begin to have children with elven and dwarfish features, in the vein of what we'd call fantasy races. Along with Elves and Dwarves starting to crop up, there is a great upheaval as Great Dragons awaken from a long, long slumber... and magic returns to the world in The Awakening. People begin manifesting magical powers and aptitude. To make a long story short, these two major events lead to a MASSIVE shift in society, causing countries to panic, fracture, and lose their grip on the populace, just in time for the Megacorporations to step in. Maps are redrawn, environmental disasters run rampant, nuclear technology begins to fizzle or behave oddly, and society more or less loses its collective shit. Then, Goblinization happens. People of all ages begin to suddenly express genetic traits not unlike U.G.E... Different from U.G.E, the process is excruciatingly painful, and results in Orks and Trolls manifesting as part of what has now been termed 'Metahumanity. Jumping ahead after the initial extreme upheaval and discrimination, things settle as much as they are able, and technology booms, as Megacorps push every sector of research to the bleeding edge, favoring profit over ethics. The Matrix results from the overhaul of the internet, and is a place where people 'jack in' via an implant and control a persona in the digital world. With the state of urban decay and lawlessness, it becomes a meeting ground for all sorts of people working shady and dangerous jobs. Shadowrunners. Fast forward to more recent events. A few decades on, events conspire through AI, terrorist groups, and other shadowy groups... And the Matrix crashes. This is not the first time - The first crash had been caused by a particularly nasty computer virus. The second Matrix crash is nigh-apocalyptic. Communication shuts down almost entirely, and technology has to be redesigned from the ground up. This paved the way for a modern, wireless Matrix. Over nearly everything in an area with Matrix activity, there is Augmented Reality, and AR goggles, implants and contacts, as well as commlinks and datajacks allow people to interact with the digital as if it were physical. Things haven't stayed quiet on the magical even front, however, and as Halley's Comet passes the Earth, another, smaller scale goblinization style event occurs, and metahumans of all sorts are affected at random by odd mutations - Catgirls, people turning into merfolk-mutants, adults that never physically leave their adolescence, and more. Changelings, these mutants are called, and the event is termed S.U.R.G.E - Sudden, Unexplained Recessive Genetic Expression. Now, in the 2070s, in a world changed forever, Shadowrunners are as busy as ever. The world is in a grim state, leaving many opportunities for those who wish to avoid the drudgery of wageslavery, or for those whom have slipped through society's cracks. The question now is, who is our new 'Runner? Please vote for one option from the following lists for character creation. Once the vote is concluded, the next will determine our runner's appearance. Note: I have limited character creation somewhat due to the nature of this thread... Since, for example, an AI would not have a physical body, Drakes are straight up too strong for what I have planned, Nartaki are from a culture unfamiliar to me, and certain metavariants (Minotaurs, Menehune, Xapiri Thepe, Oni, Ogres, Cyclopes, Harumen, Night Ones, Koborukuru or creatures like Naga (Armless snakes with human heads), Centaur (Human upper body on a horse lower body... With a horse's head.), and Sasquatches... aren't all that attractive, and this is intended to be titillating - Ideally in more than the sexual sense, but it'd be silly to avoid sexual content on a fetish forum. HMHVV infection (Vampirism, becoming a Ghoul, etc.) is a possibility, though not at character creation, and not without serious consequences. Metatypes: Human (All 'rounder, the baseline all metatypes are measured against. Lucky, compared to other metatypes.) Elf (Quick, charismatic, lean, taller than humans, beautiful, superior night vision), Variants: Dryad (Linked with nature and 'allergic' to pollution. Limited photosynthesis through patches of skin, shorter than average elves, project a natural glamour of grace, innocence, charisma and beauty.), Wakyambi (African metavariant, extremely tall and lean, matching or beating trolls in height, move with extreme grace.) Dwarf (Stout, short, strong willed. Less like fantasy dwarves, more like people with dwarfism. Vision into the infrared spectrum, resilience against pathogens and toxins), Variant: Gnome (No pubic hair, petite build inherent magical resistance, neotenous [Meaning that they appear adolescent indefinitely once they come of age. Would make our character Look like a Loli, with all the ageism that brings.]. Ork (Muscular, tend to be broad shouldered, Frequently discriminated against, have small tusks or jagged teeth. Superior night vision.), Variants: Hobgoblin (Lankier, more wiry than the average Ork, sharper features, sharp teeth, more predisposed to aggression, less body hair than the average ork.), Satyr (Goat legs and hooves, humanoid torso and pelvis, small horns, slender build.) Troll (Built like a brick shithouse. Vision into the infrared spectrum. Tallest metahumans, with proportionally longer arms, tusks or jagged teeth, bony armored plates all around the body. Frequently discriminated against, considered dangerous by most, stupid by others. (Though there is zero evidence supporting the latter of such claims.), Variants: Giant (Leathery skin, 9ft tall on average, human proportions, no horns or dermal deposits.), Fomori (No dermal deposits, smaller than average trolls, stronger than average trolls, high incidence of magical talent.) Non-Metahuman Sapients: Pixie (Tiny nonhuman sapient, average height around a foot and a half tall, with a wingspan two thirds their height. Appear otherwise as miniature elves of various ethnicity. Disappear when they die, and are inherently magical, can astrally percieve at will, may conceal themselves at will.) Free Spirit (Magical spirits that have taken physical form and wish to remain in the physical world. Can take many different physical forms, open mimicking metahuman features. Cannot use cyberware, biowere, geneware, nanoware.)

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

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Like many here, I have played Wetter's Taiken. I loved the wetting system, especially the pure desperation that our heroines suffered, However, I have two great regrets. The game did not include messing, and what little diaper content there was was minuscule. In response, I have finally gotten off my bottom, and put my favorite character in one of the situations I wanted to see. I hope you enjoy. Also, I would truly enjoy constructive feedback. The Boat of Indignity Of course it had been Firie’s idea. Chiffon had too much shame to broach the subject. Mati didn’t have enough shame to even realize it was a problem. And she, the daughter of the noble family Alexandria, had too much pride to even state that the problem existed. The golden haired tsundere would never speak of the problem before them, and she never, ever would have suggested the solution that the little one came up with. “The caves are flooded...we will have to take one of the boats.” Firie had explained, her voice soft, as if she expected her friends to turn against her reasoning in a moment. “And your point?” Kanna had asked, a sharpness to her voice. The truth was, they all knew where this was going. Their enemies certainly had a common theme to them, and each of the girls, even the High Honor student herself had fallen to their wicked tricks. Firie shrunk back from the coldness in her friend’s voice, turning to their leader, Chiffon. The cowardly magician too had come to the same conclusion, and merely nodded to her young companion. “Go on Firie, its okay”. Firie found her voice again, finding courage from her cowardly friend. “I am saying that we will be from land for a while. What if….what if…they cast one of those spells on us, and we can’t get back to land in time?” The question hung there for a minute. Chiffon looked away, her eyes falling on her bed, the sheets freshly changed. Kanna scoffed, as if the very idea was insulting, after all, she was above such thing, only the tricks of their enemies made her do…that. She turned back to her breakfast, breaking the yolk of her egg, letting the goop wash down the many grains of rice in her bowl. Only Mati, the blue-haired senior seemed not to get it. “So we do what we always do! Run to a corner, and enjoy some sweet relief, right Chiffon!” she said, her mouth open wide in a happy go lucky chuckle. The fool. She didn’t get it. She would do her business anywhere, without shame, without concern for those nearby, or even the state of her pants. “Mati-san, the boat, it is small. The four of us will barely fit.” Chiffon explained, tearing her eyes away from her nightly shame to look at the aloof senior. Understanding washed over Mati’s face, her lips pursed. “Well, hell, guess that option is out of the boat with the rest of the water. If we just went on the floor, we would ruin Kanna’s fancy shoes, worse if we had to go…” “YOU WILL STOP WITH THAT INDECENCY!” Kanna demanded. A fierce redness had risen to her cheeks. She tried to hide it as anger, but the group was becoming more and more familiar with this face. Kanna had a funny way of showing her shame. But they had all seen it. When the little people gave them dream tea, when Mint-Sensei had nearly drained her life, when the oozes outside building B and a locked door proved too much for her poor bladder to bear. Kanna would not be shamed again. “We will compose ourselves with decency, sail within the flooded caves and we will overcome the wickedness of Mint-sensei’s minions!” Silence hung like a palpable curtain as Kanna pushed her rice and eggs to the side. Firie found her voice then. “I…I have an idea” she offered. Kanna merely glared. The little girl always had an idea. That’s how she found herself in this position. The prideful heiress of the noble house of Alexandria sat clutching her white dress, staring ahead as the boat rocked back and forth on tepid waters. Like the rest of the group, she sat in silence, her legs forced apart from the bulk of the shameful, humiliating garment tapped around her waist. “We keep finding them…perhaps it is time we put them to use?” the grade-skipper had asked. They were all silent. Even Kanna knew she was right. To avoid the pure humiliation of the loss of control, they would have to wear…those things. She never could bring herself to say the word. She tried to move as little as possible. If Kanna didn’t move, she wouldn’t hear the sound the plastic padding made as it crinkled about. She wouldn’t feel the unnatural bulk forcing her legs apart. She wouldn’t smell the sickly sweet powder that Firie provided for them. It was small comfort that her companions, save for Mati, did the same. Chiffon sat, her shorter skirt barely covering the bulk. Firie’s pants did nothing to hide the obvious bulge from the infantile garment. Mati simply lounged at the head of the boat. Looking out for land. She did not seem to care that her pants were ill-fitting, the top of the embarrassing undergarment on display for the whole world. The going was slow, slower than any of them anticipated. The flooding was unnatural, and did not seem to be draining. The boat did not move, save for the power of rowing, or the small sail that Mati rigged and supplied some air slashes to. Kanna had no idea when the shore would be present. However, she took every precaution, draining her bladder in the washroom and abstaining from fluid after her meal. She had no intention of using the garment around her waist. Even if she became desperate, she would not succumb. The boat inched forward with every row, Mati and Chiffon taking turns at the helm to move it. She did not know how long they had been sailing when it finally started. A gnaw, a worry, low in the deepness of her stomach. Kanna attempted to pay it no heed, but something was wrong. She could feel something washing over her, flowing down her body, coming in waves that ran to her stomach. It continued. The feeling ebbed and flowed as the water began to shake a bit. It was taking shape, becoming solid when a sudden burble echoed out in the water before their boat. Chiffon yelped, no doubt suddenly thankful for the garment under her skirt as Mati grimaced. Firie jumped up, craning to look as the thing came into view. Clam-like jaws rose from the water, and a small, frog like being stood on them. It was malformed, obviously touched by Mint-sensi. Under bulbous eyes, brown mud streaked like war paint. A web finger pointed at the blond haired tsundere. It was suddenly clear. The feeling, the despair, growing in her stomach. That being, it was cursing her! The frog-witch did not have much time left for this world. Righteous fury had welled within the magician as the violation of foul magic continued to rain upon her. That such a being, such a lowly filth would single her out! Did it even possibly know what brimstone waited him? Even in water, the creature would burn. Kanna stood with righteous fury, her dress fluttering as the un-nameable garment rustled like a bag. She pointed her wand. As flames erupted, and the creature burnt to ash, the feeling of dread washing over her evaporated, only leaving a heaviness in her stomach, and a mild look of concern as her wand bearing hand went down to rub her stomach. “She turned water to ash! Remind me not to make you mad Kanna-chan!” the senior bellowed, letting out a hearty war cry in case any of those other deformities of the sea were lurking. Only Firie looked on in worry. “Did…did it do something to you? I can look you over, cast a spell…” she was already offering, moving towards her friend. “I am fine Firie, its magic was too weak to affect someone like me!” she stated, invoking her prestigious pride, and the skill that rightfully backed it up. The young medic mage continued to look at her in concern, but gave a small nod before smiling, and taking her seat, adjusting herself to get comfortable in her bulky garment. No more creatures showed up, but the sense of dread returned in a new form. Kanna knew the feeling, the heaviness brewing in her stomach. Foolishly, she had not taken care of that need this morning. She didn’t have to, and it seemed that foul creature knew it, and targeted her specifically. It was more of Mint-Sensei’s war. To make them turn back in shame, to admit humiliating defeat. The honor student would not give her that satisfaction. She was strong, she was resolute, she was the pride of the Academy, and she would not give into the urges that those things placed within her. Kanna willed the boat to move faster as she fought her battle. Like always, the tsundere was stoic in her fight. She bit her lip, squeezed her hands into fists. But she never gasped, she never grabbed, and she never moved. They had to be arriving soon. She would not do it. She could not do it. The garment around her waist. She would not prove that at her age, such a precaution was beyond necessary. But the shore never came. The boat crawled along the water, more and more, and the pressure in her stomach descended, more and more. Her eyes closed involuntarily as she imagined being back home. In her large, epic home. With bathrooms in every room block. All she had to do was get up, walk, and relief would be right there. A cold feeling washed over the girl. It was time. She kept her still closed eyes squeezed, the last of her willpower fighting a losing battle. The pressure had long sense depended past her stomach, pressing at her delicate hole. She hung her head down, begging her body, willing herself not to lose. But even an honor student has limits. Her eyes shot open, her face red from exertion, her lips parting to let out a near silent cry of despair. She could see the outline of the infantile garment under her dress, hugging her hips and her rear, waiting for her shame, taunting her. The shore, it was too far away, she would never make it, even if it came into sight at that very moment. She….she had no choice. “I am a grown woman…to be wearing this…and using I, at my age” was her last cognizant thought before her deepest shame became reality. The tsundere, red faced, grunted involuntarily. She hoped the others would not notice as her body began to lean forward on its own accord, making space between her bottom and the hard, wooden bench. Of course, it was impossible to not notice her sudden odd position, or the accompaniment of crinkles and rude noises as her padded underwear expanded, making room for a large, healthy deposit. The smell was immediate, and the loud, smooshing squelch of her body giving into its most basic need overcame the soft sound of water lapping against the boats. Kanna, the honor student, was pooping her diaper.