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My town has a modest sized mall. By this point two of the anchor stores have closed and the inside has many empty storefronts, but what it still there is a decent escape to spending more money than you wanted. Like almost any mall there is a food court. After sitting empty for an entire year, the largest restaurant space re-opened as an A&W. If you don't know what A&W is, it's basically trying to be an orange colored rip-off of Culver's. If you don't know what Culver's is, then you're not from the midwest and I feel bad for you. But really, it's just some very average burger and fries type of place but their not very common here in Minnesota and even more, it's right in town. This was a year ago, my wife and I had only been married for about five months. I still remember the day fondly. We decided we were going to check out the new A&W and then walk around the mall a bit and maybe even run some errands. My wife looked amazing. It was the middle of August, in Minnesota this is basically the last of the hot weather before it gets ridiculously cold. She had on a pair of black jeans that hugged her figure. Her wide thighs had every curve highlighted from the form fitting shape, and the large, smooth curves of her butt were tightly wrapped into the black denim. They were tight on her butt that you could clearly see the outline of her underwear through them, and more so they were heavily contoured to the individual curves of each of her butt cheeks. She wore her new tortoise shell glasses and an mustard yellow crop top that day, it wasn't cropped too high and exposed a very modest amout of her midriff. I had convinced her not to wear a bra out so her breasts truly were flopping around everywhere. She was looking fine as fuck and I had already been feeling her legs up during the car ride over as she was driving. Once we got to the mall my wife had to pee. She Snapchatted me a picture of her on the toilet while I was waiting for her that really turned me on. We were out in public so I was trying my best not to be fully torqued. Unfortunately, the rest of the night would indeed leave me trying to hide the fact that I was most certainly fully torqued. Like I said before the food from A&W is average at best, their root beer floats are the only thing worth it. I don't remember the exact details of my wife's order but I can tell you it was a burger of questionable quality. I didn't think anything of the food she ate at the time, mostly because she drank a huge ass root beer float and I was excited for when she would have to pee from it. The only real reason the mall is even open is because one of its anchor stores is a Target. That brings in almost all the traffic really. It was a typical busy Saturday day there. The two of us we perusing the wax melts when my wife, who was pushing the cart, stopped suddenly. She took a quick look behind to make sure no one was there and said to me, "Heh, put your hand on my butt, quick." I, being the horn dog I am, politely took her up on the other. Right as my hand felt the curve of her butt, she ripped a massive fart, I felt it go through my fingers. It was very stinky and she immediately started walking away. "There's gonna be a lot more where that came from. You better get ready for me to crop dust all these aisles. My stomach feels a little weird." I was so aroused, but I tried to keep my composure. Several more times, she ripped very bubbly and smelly farts as we walked through the store. We probably meandered around for about 20 minutes before headed over to the self checkouts. As we were making our way over to an open machine my wife said to me, "Uuf Da. I think all my farts were holding a shit back. Now that I let them all out I can feel it starting to come down. You should bag this stuff up quickly so I can get home." My wife's second mistake was telling me to move with some urgency, her first was definitely eating A&W. She gave me shit for intentionally taking my sweet time and we headed out. We had to walk through to the entire other side of the building to get to our car. About half way there my wife started holding my hand way too tightly, and starting to walk ahead of me. "Come on, don't walk so slow. I wanna get home." "Why is that?" I asked. "Uhhh, no reason. Absolutely no reason at all." She nervously was playing with one of the curls of her hairs as we stepped out into the parking lot. "Can I drive?" I asked. I should point, I only have a learner's permit. My wife is teaching me how to drive and often lets me drive us places. "Ugh. No, not this time. Just let me drive." Of course, I protested. "Sure. So I'm just never gonna get my license I guess since I have nobody else to help me practice." She took the bait perfectly. "Alright, alright, you can drive. Please just drive normal, do drive slow." I put our purchases in the trunk and buckled up. As my wife buckled her belt her exposed stomach gurgled a little. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "I really have to poop. Like, seriously dude, I feel it poking my butthole. Can you please just go home the quick way?" "Alright, fine. But you have to tell me how bad it is while I'm driving." My wife looked genuinely relived, "I can do that! Maybe it'll distract me from the massive turd in my butt right now." I went off her as I started driving home. "It's not diarrhea?" "No actually, I can tell. It's a really big turd and it's super uncomfortable." "Mmmmm, very nice. What are you doing to hold it?" "Oh god, don't make me tell you." I immediately started driving slower. "It's embarrassing!" "Oh whoops I think my foot skipped off the gas a little.' "Fine, only because I love you. I'm having an urge right now and it's very bad. I can feel it trying to come out and I'm clenching my butthole really tight! God, and I keep clenching my butt cheeks together really hard. I'm glad I'm sitting down because it's helping me hold it in. Now drive!" Her descriptions were really getting me, as these kids say, hot and bothered. Every red light and stop sign I was glancing over at my wife's curves in her black jeans. Thankfully we don't live super far away. I opened the truck and went to grab the stuff we bought, which she quickly ran to the front door waiting for me. "Come on you slow bastard, some of us have to take a shit here!" "You know your letting me watch." I said as I unlocked the door. She quickly untied her Doc Martin's "Yeah I don't care, but I'm going now! I can't hold it in anymore!" I quickly followed behind her, watching her butt with every step, every jiggle, into the bathroom. I was very turned on by watching her unbutton her black jeans and swiftly pull them down to her knees in one motion. As she sat down, immediately I started to hear the loud crackling and squishing of her poop coming out. Several turds splashed into the water and the stench radiated in the entire small bathroom, and into my nostrils. "Hold on, I have to push for this last one." I started rubbing my erection quite nicely as my wife, with a few very cute gasps, pushed out the last turn with the very loud and airy fart. The bathroom smelled terrible, but it was very pleasant for me. I was so turned on thinking about how cute my wife was on the toilet, thinking about how such a cute, short woman took such a disgusting and smelly shit, it was pure ecstasy. My wife left me take a quick peek at all her poop and shitty toilet paper in the bowl before she flushed it down. I wish I could have jacked off looking at it, but she still hasn't let me do that one yet. She felt much better afterward, but still had many more farts inside her, of which I got to enjoy her ripping them all night. That's certainly not the most desperate to poop my wife has been, I'm saving that story for when the time is right . But, that said, she did tell me it was very difficult to hold it in all the same.

So, yeah… this happened. This idea is a fair bit more tame than most of my SAO fic concepts, and it’s almost canon-compliant… but of course, I’ll be adding my own twist to the events of Aincrad, because it’s me. Apologies in advance to anyone who misses my old stories, as I have no good news on those fronts, but as for this, well… I’m already three-thousand-ish words into chapter five, so that probably says a lot about how committed I am to this particular fic. Anyway, things you need to know before proceeding to read. If you already read my status explaining all these, you can skip these, but if you’re a newcomer, give them a read: #1: Kirito is a girl. Hence, Kirito has become Kiriko, as is customary for my fics. On a related note, most of the ships which become couples in this fic will be yuri/wlw/whatever you wanna call it. This applies to both Kiriko ships and non-Kiriko ships, btw. As for which ships will become couples… I’ll keep that to myself a bit longer. Until then, feel free to speculate! #2: The first two, maybe a few more, arcs are predominantly viewed through Asuna’s perspective and are modeled off of the Progressive manga. If you like what you’re reading here, maybe give the Progressive manga a read, because it’s easily the best SAO Aincrad arc official media to ever have existed. Progressive is largely from Asuna’s perspective, but for those of you like me who don’t really like Asuna that much in canon, don’t worry, Progressive Asuna is way better as a character than OG canon Asuna. Like, so much so that I actually genuinely like Asuna in Progressive, whereas I normally hate her in other media. #3: This version of SAO has a stupidly complex and unfair bathroom needs system implemented. As a result, toilets, pads, pullups and cloth/disposable diapers all exist. I’m explaining the disposable pullups/diapers as magical to get them into the setting, but they still feel very much like normal disposable pullups and diapers do. #4: Certain characters who died in canon SAO will be living in this fic. To avoid spoiling you, I will not be naming any of them, but expect this to drastically change the events of the middle stages of this fic, after I stop modeling its plot off of Progressive. #5: After/during floor 75’s Heathcliff deathmatch, we’ll be switching continuities to start travelling similar plot threads to the ones traveled by SAO Re: Hollow Fragment. As terrible as that game’s gameplay is, its plot isn’t half bad, and I have a soft spot for the gameverse continuity, so… yeah. That’s about all you need to know. If this sounds like a fun read for you, go ahead and give this a try! See you below! Sword Art Online: Of Death Games and Diapers Chapter One: Asuna’s Shooting Star In a small, barebones bedroom in the cheapest inn in the «Town of Beginnings», a pair of chestnut eyes suddenly snapped open, their owner sweating and panting in a disoriented mess as she slowly regained awareness of the world around her. That nightmare… Her whole body shivering in the cold, she raised her right hand and gestured with it to open her menu. After navigating submenus for a few seconds, she arrived at a date readout, and the light in her eyes dimmed. Just as she’d feared. “November 19th, 2022. Saturday,” she mumbled it aloud, voice reflecting how dead inside she felt in that moment. “Today is the day… of the unified mock test…” It was at precisely this moment that the young girl woke up just enough to notice why she was so cold. Her clothes, the covers, the bedsheets — all of them were damp. The girl took a deep breath, then sighed. It happened again. It happened every time she had a nightmare. Which, since she’d gotten trapped in this unfamiliar place, was almost every night. Asuna Yuuki, high school girl and heiress of RECT Incorporated, had wet the bed. After paying a small fee to wash both the bedding and the clothes she had been wearing, Asuna left the inn, stomach rumbling from hunger every few minutes as she walked through the crowded streets towards the place she always went to for breakfast. She could barely see in front of her from under the veil of her hooded cape, but she made it there at around the usual time, maybe a few minutes faster than normal because bad moods made her walk faster. She stepped up to the counter and listened to the baker NPC’s ragged, boring old greeting with narrowed eyes, purchased a loaf of «Black Bread» for a single Col, and retreated to the steps leading up from the edge of the bakery’s food court to eat it in a subdued silence. As she tossed the last scrap of bread into her mouth, she couldn’t help but think to herself, It doesn’t even taste any good… “A hidden logout spot?” an incredulous voice asked, making Asuna’s eyes dart over to where she heard him. “It’s just another false rumor. Who would be dumb enough to believe that?” The man sitting at the table with him calmly replied with a smug grin. “But I hear it comes from the «Rat» herself. She wouldn’t just make shit like that up.” “Oh really now?” the first man pointed a finger at his buddy accusingly before bursting into laughter. He came off as… kinda drunk. Face was flushed and everything. “‘It comes from the Rat,’ he says. The nerve of this guy!” A few moments passed without either of them speaking, but Asuna still listened attentively. If the rumor was true, then… she could take the test after all… The man who’d seemed so confident in himself just a second ago sighed before speaking in a much more reserved tone. “So I hear it’s supposed to be in the forest west of here. There’s a cave way in the back that looks like the right place… and no one who’s gone has come back. What’s that tell you?” Asuna hadn’t realized until she was halfway to their table, but she’d instinctively gotten up and started walking over to ask for more info. How could she not, though? If there was even a chance it was true, then… and taking that test was more important than anything she did in here. The skeptic replied in a hearty tone. “That they got killed by the mobs in there. Fuckin’ dumbass!” Just before he was about to burst out laughing again, Asuna reached the table and subconsciously slammed her fists down on top of it, startling the two men out of their drunken stupor as their heads snapped over in her direction. Their stares made her nervous, but the young girl pressed on in desperation. “Um! Excuse me! Which way is the forest to the west?” The guy who’d made the claim spoke first, his smug grin returning. “I mean, it’s where you think it’d be. It’s out west of here, bout an hour down the path out the western gate.” “Thank you very much,” Asuna said as she turned to leave. The voice of the skeptic called out to her before she got very far. “Uh, you know you need to be about level three around there, right?” Asuna paused. It wasn’t like she hadn’t expected it to be challenging, but… for her stats all the way down at level one… could she handle this alone? “You’re one of those folks waiting for help from the outside, right?” the skeptic continued, sounding genuinely concerned about her, a perfect stranger. “Don’t get yourself killed, there’s no need to rush. In another few days, I’m sure someone will hack in and we’ll all be rescued.” Asuna shook her head. “In a few days, it’ll be too late.” The other man piped up, voice sort of hesitant. “You got urgent business back in the real, girlie?” She wanted to tell them just what she needed to do, but she knew she’d just sound stupid and childish if she did. She couldn’t admit she was risking her life just to take a mock test. It was effectively social suicide to people like these. But to her, these tests were her life! She’d rather die than waste a chance to escape and further her education… otherwise, her mother would— No, never mind. It’s pointless, thinking like that, in terms of what she wants. I’m doing this for me. “Yes,” she admitted, slumping her shoulders with a sigh. “Something very… important.” After that, she left them without saying another word. An hour and a half of walking down the path, treading through the forest and sneaking past all the enemies she saw on the way, Asuna stood before a structure inherently strange in design. It definitely reminded her she was in a stupid video game, at least. At the base of a massive tree, underneath its roots which were almost all longer than she was tall, there was a large opening that seemed to lead deeper underground. That was all well and good, but because the game couldn’t let itself be too realistic, beneath the tree’s roots on either side of the opening were two circular stone pillars which seemed to be propping it up to keep it from closing the entrance. This was it… it had to be here. It was the only thing in the entire forest that even remotely resembled a cave. Which meant that if the secret logout spot really did exist, this was the only place it could be. Asuna gulped in anticipation. “You know you need to be about level three around there, right?” That man’s words from earlier echoed through her mind, reminding her of the danger she was facing by coming here. But there was no turning back now. In order to escape in time for the mock exam, she’d have to get out in under an hour at this point. So she had to advance. Now more than ever, especially because of how dangerous it would be from here on out. It’s just a game, anyway. Why am I getting so worked up over this? How hard could it actually be? With that as a mental footnote in her quest, Asuna walked into the cave, slowly drawing her rapier from its scabbard at her waist as she walked. “I need to get… out of here.” Despite how it looked from a distance, the opening of the cave was tall enough that she didn’t even have to duck to get in. The path in front of her seemed to stretch on forever, even though she knew it realistically couldn’t be that big of a cave. Then again, it was a video game… they could break whatever laws of reality they wanted in here. As the light from the entrance grew dimmer and dimmer, Asuna noticed that the air around her looked weirdly… thick. Like it was in a haze all around her. And it smelled nasty, too. She didn’t want to breathe it in, but she couldn’t just hold her breath forever. When she was finally forced to take a breath, it felt like her body became weirdly… relaxed. The cave got hotter and more clammy the further into it she walked. Something was… off about it, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. She could barely see even a foot in front of her at this point. In fact, it seemed like something was blocking her way. She reached out and felt it with her free hand, and it was… Squishy… and fuzzy. … Oh. Asuna’s eyes looked up and met with the gleaming golden eyes of a gigantic black-furred beast. With a bulky human body and the head of a wild dog, this massive enemy towered over Asuna so much it made her look tiny by comparison. In its right arm held high above its head, it wielded a massive club almost as long as she was tall, which— Oh no. Before she could even react, the club came crashing down into her side and hit her so hard it knocked her into the air and sent her flying back, bouncing across the ground until her battered body skidded to a stop. It felt like all the bones in her body were broken… she could barely move, no matter how hard she tried. There was a weird icon next to her HP readout, and she only had a sliver of HP left. Am I going to die? The massive monster slowly approached her, brandishing its huge club every few steps. It took its sweet time approaching her, like a wild dog slowly cornering its prey. It seemed to understand that Asuna couldn’t move, and it was intentionally drawing out her suffering. Before I’ve had the chance to do a single thing with my life…? Asuna’s life began flashing through her eyes as the monster closed in on her. She felt the bitterness and anger of knowing that she’d lived through fifteen years of hard work only for it to amount to nothing, her life over in a heartbeat, vanishing from the stage known as the world without leaving a single lasting mark on anything. But just before the beast swung its club down on her, she saw something incredible. Appearing out of nowhere from behind the monster, a girl who couldn’t have been any older than Asuna brought a shimmering golden blade crashing down through the monster, cutting it clean in half and killing it in a single blow. As its form shattered, for just an instant, Asuna got a good look at the girl who saved her. Her long, lustrous black hair had a radiant sheen to it, her figure was almost unfair, and her stunning violet eyes stared down at Asuna with an unreadable glint to them. And Asuna had never seen someone look so good dressed in all black before… Then just as quickly as it began, it ended when Asuna’s head lost the strength to support her and fell back to the ground. “It’s over,” the mysterious girl said in a deep, gentle voice. She sheathed her sword in a scabbard on her right waist, before kneeling down and patting Asuna’s head. “It’s gonna be okay. You can rest easy now.” She… went out of her way to comfort me. As the girl stood back up, another set of footsteps briskly approached the black-haired girl. “Heyo, nice work there! Gotta say, really gets under my skin that people are spreadin’ rumors usin’ my name.” The black-haired girl replied without missing a beat. “Being an informant is a rough gig, huh?” “Our newbie still kickin’?” The new entrance sat down in front of Asuna. Even without being able to see her, the chestnut-haired girl could feel she was being watched. “Oh nice, she is. Not by much, though~” Is she teasing her friend…? Asuna suddenly felt something get shoved into her mouth, and a sweet liquid started pouring down her throat. The cheeky girl staring at her simply said, “Here, drink this healing pot.” “Lay off. I had to no damage run this place if I didn’t want permanent debuffs,” the black-haired girl said as she walked past Asuna’s field of vision, towards the exit. “Anyway, I’m off. You can deal with your impostor yourself. I’d do a lot for you, but I’m not going orange.” The girl healing her shamelessly quipped back. “Aw, how sweet!~ No worries though, I got it covered.” “Don’t forget about our other arrangement. Catch you later.” And just like that, Asuna’s savior left. She saved the fifteen-year-old’s life like it was the easiest thing in the world, comforted her, and then disappeared in a flash. And in the singular moment their eyes met, she shone so brightly that nothing compared. Just like… Like a shooting star. When Asuna’s chestnut eyes next fluttered open, the first thing she noticed was that she hadn’t had a nightmare this time. How long had she even been asleep, anyway? She checked the time readout in the corner of her vision and realized she was out for around twenty minutes. If the logout spot really existed, she’d need to use it as soon as possible if she hoped to take the exam… As she continued to wake up, she realized her crotch felt damp. So she’d went in her sleep… again. But unlike every other time she wet the bed, the rest of Asuna’s clothes felt perfectly dry. Why was that? And her underwear felt… quite a bit bulkier than normal, for some reason. She reached a hand down and felt underneath her skirt, only to find that her underwear… well, wasn’t her underwear. It felt totally different from what she’d put on when she left the inn. Almost like— “Oh, looks like yer awake now, huh?” a familiar, cheeky voice said with a unique nasal inflection. Asuna nearly jumped out of her skin at the realization that she wasn’t alone. But then she realized — she’d been taken out of the cave. Her underwear had been replaced by something else. She’d been sleeping while sitting down, leaning against a rock, as opposed to the floor of the cave she’d passed out on. The odds that all this just happened automatically without the help of anyone else were abysmal. The voice called out again, coming from behind her, probably on top of the rock. “You feelin’ better now? The potion I gave you had a little somethin’ extra in it to help you with the pain.” So whatever this girl had Asuna drink, it was spiked with something. That must’ve been why she wet herself in her sleep again without even having a nightmare. But then why didn’t the rest of her clothes feel wet…? What had this person done to her underwear? Asuna lifted up her skirt, and the sight that greeted her was one she never expected to see. This person had put her in a cloth diaper, with a star-patterned snap-up cover. She wanted to get mad, to ask what happened to the underwear she’d been wearing before, but… well, considering she’d already used it after having only been out for twenty minutes, the other girl had made the right call putting her in this babyish thing. “Oh, right,” the girl answered her thoughts upon seeing the look on the diapered girl’s face. “Take it from me, after takin’ that much damage in that cave and healin’ with a numbin’ potion, you don’t wanna take any chances. I put yer old underwear back in yer storage though, no worries.” Asuna sighed. She didn’t understand this person’s reasons, but they seemed to know more about the game than she did, so she’d just have to take their word for it. Come to think of it… her savior called this person… “The girl who saved me… she called you an ‘informant,’” the chestnut-haired girl replied. “What’s that mean?” Asuna looked back at the other girl out of the corner of her eye, and saw that she was wearing some pretty ratty looking clothes, and had whisker marks on her face. Like a cat… or maybe a rat? Those people in the Town of Beginnings seemed to place stock in the intel that game from someone who went by the “Rat.” The whiskered girl smiled a laid back smile. “What it sounds like. My job is buying and selling information. I gather all kinds of info, then provide it at a reasonable price. If it benefits the public, I spread it… or if needed, I bury it forever.” Her job… was buying and selling information? Was this the Rat the people back in town mentioned, then? No, wait… back in the cave, this person mentioned having an impostor spreading false rumors using her name. So which one was she…? What are the lies… and what is the truth? This is just like— Asuna chuckled grimly. “How weird. This is a game… but it feels like reality.” “Of course it does. This is our reality now.” The whiskered girl met her eyes with a cold stare. Of course someone like her would see it that way. Asuna’s eyes hit the ground as she faced forward again. “Miss informant… is the ‘hidden logout spot…’ just a false rumor?” There was a pause. Asuna could feel she was being watched. She clutched the hem of her skirt anxiously the longer the silence lasted, before the informant finally ended the suspense. “Sorry. There’s no such thing.” Never had the simple late autumn breeze felt so chilling to the bone. As Asuna crossed her arms for warmth, her eyes narrowed and she made up her mind. “In that case… please sell me some info.” Her left hand curled into a fist as she recalled the feeling of helplessness as she realized she was about to die in the cave. She remembered how it felt needing to be saved by someone she didn’t even know, whose beauty shone like a shooting star crashing down to earth as she killed the monster that nearly felled Asuna in a single hit. To prevent something like that from happening again… “I want to know how to get stronger.” The informant replied without missing a beat. “Is that in order to survive longer?” Asuna shook her head, as images of her savior flashed through her mind, of the back she’d soon be chasing after. “No. It’s so that I don’t ever regret anything again.” “Hmm,” the informant hummed along, taking Asuna’s resolute words as casual as could be. “Then you’ll want this.” A moment later, a window appeared in front of Asuna. The informant’s hand pointed to a button press. She seemed to want the girl to press the circle button. When the chestnut-haired girl finally did, a small booklet bound together by leather string suddenly materialized into the air above her hands, and she caught it just in time. The cover had a rat-like icon, and next to that, the title read: “SAO Strategy Guide 1F: Field Area” At the bottom, it said it was compiled and written by “Argo.” As if on cue, the whiskered informant withdrew her hand and said, “It’s my strategy guide for the first floor of SAO. Think of it like a reference manual. Free, just for you.” Asuna abruptly stood up as she caught sight of one of the boars she’d been trying to hide from on her way here. She instinctively opened the booklet she’d just been given, flipping through its pages until she saw a page which had a picture of this monster. “«Frenzied Boar»… non-active?” she read a part of the page aloud before leafing through the pages to the term’s citation and reading further. “Oh. If I don’t attack it first, it won’t target me.” Asuna suppressed the urge to sigh. “The source of data and prerequisites are somewhat vague. Did the author test this information to determine its accuracy? Still, it’s a good guide for a starting player. Well-indexed, plenty of notes, even images and diagrams.” Argo watched on in stunned silence as the fruit of her labor was dissected by a complete newbie, not quite sure how to feel about it. But this girl was a fast learner, huh? She never stayed on one subject for very long. She went from monsters to monster types to the entry for her starting weapon in a matter of seconds, then drew hers and— “Oh. It worked.” Argo did a double take as she processed the fact that this girl went from reading through her guide book to using a skill to kill her first monster in one hit faster than she could even see the newbie move. That was fast! Almost as fast as Kiriko, even…! The chestnut-haired girl held up her rapier and stared at it. “Well then. I can do it after all.” Argo’s jaw went slack for just an instant before she regained her senses. She smirked, realizing this player’s information would become quite valuable as the game progressed. She couldn’t just let her up and leave like this, it’d be like passing up the chance for free money! “I take it back. No longer free,” Argo said, rubbing her hands together greedily. “As my fee, tell me yer name.” The girl looked over her way and didn’t seem bothered by this request at all. “My name? It’s Asuna Yuuki.” It was safe to say Argo got more than she bargained for, being told this person’s real name. She… she’d just pretend to forget that… “Wait, sorry, newbie! I meant yer player name!” “Ah. Just Asuna, then,” the girl replied, not seeming to understand why what she just said was not good. That she used her real name as her player name… Argo would pretend she forgot that, too. “So that’s yer player name, too,” Argo sighed. “When anyone in here mentions name, they mean your player name. I’ll forget that piece of info, just be careful from now on.” Not one second after Argo finished talking and her newbie friend finished nodding along, she went back to using «Linear» on a new boar spawn, killing this one in one hit too with perfect fencing form, making Argo wonder if she’d even been paying attention the whole time. Still… Argo thought to herself as she watched Asuna slay boar after boar for practice. Asuna the fencer, huh? She’ll go far. Argo could feel it. The day would come when this girl caught up to the top players in the game and earned herself a fantastic nickname. When that time came, Argo could sell this day’s events for a hefty price. And not just to other top players like Kiriko. People the game over would want in on this… “Hey… miss informant,” Asuna’s voice called out to her, as she paused to catch her breath between kills. “Do you think I could defeat that monster from before, the way I am now?” Argo had to stifle a chuckle. She really hadn’t realized it yet, had she? Well, Argo mused, that just makes it more interesting. The Rat couldn’t help but wonder which piece of info would sell for more when this one became famous. The story of how Asuna started out, or the fact that if she didn’t pay closer attention to the drawbacks of visiting certain dungeons, she’d end up in diapers full-time before she knew it? So yeah, here’s chapter one for you. There’s more where that came from, by the way! Once I’m done with chapter five, expect me to release chapter two ASAP! Shouldn’t take too long, I’m already around 3k words into it with the first scene alone and that scene isn’t even over and done with, but yeah, expect me to try and keep a pretty consistently fast release schedule while I keep the momentum going. Until next time, feel free to leave your thoughts, comments and critiques in the comments. Catch you next time!

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Hello, everyone! I have decided to continue the saga of Angelica and Lily on a new posting, since I couldn't figure out how to add tags to the old one. The first four chapters can be found here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/54188-angelica-and-lily/ And now, here is chapter five! Please note, this is the first chapter that contains overtly sexual content. Contains: masturbation (kind of), spanking (kind of) Chapter 5: Amusement Park “Wait, what? You don’t like roller coasters?” Lily gaped at Angelica, her question hanging in the air. Her face was plastered with an “I-can’t-believe-you-just-said-that” stunned expression. Angelica tried to let the question slip by unanswered and kept her eyes on the road. But when she looked back to Lily, she was still boring into her with that gaze, waiting for an answer. Angelica faced the road again, then back towards Lily, expecting her at any time to crack a smile and move on. When this didn’t happen, Angelica gave an awkward chuckle, trying to laugh it off. Lily didn't break. “I mean, I just don't like the feeling you get on them. That can't be that weird—I’m sure there are a lot of people who don't like roller coasters.” “Yeah, but if you don't like them, then why did you go along with this idea at all? I said we should go to Firefly Thrills because I thought we would both have fun. You should've told me you didn't want to go!” Angelica didn’t know how to respond. Usually she went along with whatever Lily suggested, partly because Lily had the greater enthusiasm and partly because she also had the better ideas. One could only suggest “Let’s have a night where we stay at home and read” so many times before someone will start to wonder how it’s a two-person activity. The fact was, though, that she had grown accustomed to letting Lily plan things. There had been enough ideas that she hadn’t expected to like but wound up liking anyway for her to be content to leave things as they were. And for those things that she didn’t end up enjoying—their ill-fated trip to the haunted house came to mind—well, it usually took less emotional energy to endure it than to try to protest it. In addition, the two of them hadn’t done anything big together in the time after Angelica’s issue at Brenda Davis’s party a month before. So when Lily had said they should go to an amusement park for her birthday, Angelica agreed without making a fuss. She had almost forgotten about how strange it would seem to anyone who was outside of her own brain for her to happily go along with something she disliked. Now that Lily was putting her on the spot about it, she realized she didn’t have much of a good explanation. Readjusting her grip on the steering wheel and shuffling uncomfortably in her seat, Angelica cleared her throat and said, “Well, it’s for your birthday, and you suggested it, so, I, uh, I thought…you wanted…” Lily pulled her legs up to her chest on the passenger seat and let her head lean over against the headrest, her face crestfallen. “Aw, Angie, I didn’t mean to make you come. I just thought it would be fun. I thought we’d both have fun! Did you think I didn’t care what you thought?” Angelica gave Lily a quick conciliatory glance in between maintaining her attention on the road. She switched her blinker on and pulled off onto the exit for the park. “Oh, no! No, that’s not it. Okay. Listen. Sure, I don’t really like them, but, but, I also haven’t been on one for a long time…maybe I’ll like it more this time.” She gave a saccharine smile to Lily. When Lily’s expression didn’t lift, Angelica pressed further. “It’s like, so many times, you have great ideas, Lil. Even if I don’t think I’ll have fun, I usually do. So I agreed because you’re my best friend, and I know you’ll have fun, and if you have fun, then I probably will too. Okay?” Lily’s smile returned and she straightened her head. “You mean it?” Angelica nodded at her, smiling genuinely. The usual pep returned to Lily’s voice and she faced forward again. “Thanks, Angie. That means a lot.” Angelica pulled the car off the service road into the entrance to the park’s parking lot. A sign reading “FIREFLY THRILLS PARK” in bright, colorful letters arched over the entryway. Lily was almost squealing with delight—actually, she was squealing with delight—as they collected their parking pass from the automatic dispenser and made their way into the crowded lot, slowing down for hordes of visitors—families with small children like firecrackers of excitement, young couples draped romantically over each other, and the occasional day camp group, all wearing matching neon T-shirts. Once they found a parking spot, Angelica put up the sunshade and insisted that they both put on sunscreen before going inside. Lily gave a little pout but complied. After a hasty application, Angelica had to take half a minute to rub in all the places that Lily had missed, all while telling her good-naturedly to stop whining and sit still. Once this ordeal was over, they both exited the car and stretched their legs, with Angelica using a hand to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the bright sun. As she squinted in the cloudless daylight, she tucked her brown hair behind her ears and wondered offhand if she had dressed too warmly, wearing a dark gray T-shirt, jeggings, and tennis shoes. The T-shirt she had picked because it was the only one she owned long enough to provide at least some cover to her bottom, with every curve visible in its current tight embrace by the jeggings. The jeggings she had picked because they were the only clean thing she had that wasn’t a skirt. She almost never wore them, and felt slightly self-conscious wearing them now, usually preferring outfits that weren’t so…form-fitting. Lily, on the other hand, had on a pink tank top, yellow shorts, and sandals. As she put her blonde hair into a ponytail, she appeared to Angelica as though she had stepped right of the pages of a department store’s summer sale circular. Angelica looked over at the gateway to the park’s interior, a good hundred yards away, and guessed that they wouldn’t allow outside food in. With that in mind, she grabbed her water bottle from the cupholder in the car door and chugged the rest of it, burping discreetly when finished. Even though probably eighty percent or more of the rides in the park wouldn’t be fun to her, she had to admit that on a whole, the place gave off an air of inviting excitement. And she was with her best friend, for her birthday. A smile crept up one side of her mouth and she turned back towards Lily. “C’mon, Lil. Let’s go have fun.” ~*~*~*~*~ The two girls had been at the park for close to two hours, and Angelica had not been on a single roller coaster, despite Lily’s pleas. During that time, every time Lily joined the line for one, Angelica would stay behind and watch, also taking the opportunity to examine the nearby park maps. In this way she gradually familiarized herself with every attraction there was which lacked excessive G-forces. She would also use the time to sneak in intermittent texts to Brian. Ever since she had admitted her attraction to him, she had taken the initiative to reach out and try to start some kind of a friendship. So far he had responded amiably, though Angelica had tried to act reserved and not come exploding into his life with professions of undying love like some kind of psycho. So, things were going well, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he knew how she felt—and if he felt the same way too. Then, once Lily had finished her ride, Angelica would point out a tamer one that they could both go on, and so they spent their time alternating back and forth. In the hot sun, both friends had to routinely stop by water fountains to rehydrate. Angelica was definitely drinking more, though, since she could do so while Lily was in line. This, combined with the water bottle from earlier, caused her to begin to notice a need for a toilet after about an hour in the park. She didn’t pay much attention to it, however, since the two of them were trying to get in as much fun as possible in the time they had, and Angelica told herself she could go by a bathroom any time she needed. Meanwhile, her stomach had begun to growl as well, and she thought it was probably about time for them to get lunch. As Lily breathlessly caught up to Angelica at the exit of The Devil’s Tower, a coaster that excelled in vertical drops and time spent upside down, Angelica gave her a smile to match Lily’s own grin of exhilaration, standing up from the bench she had been sitting on. Lily, though, staggered over to the bench and flopped right down on it, causing Angelica to laugh and sit down again. Lily’s head was lying back and she still seemed out of breath, though Angelica couldn’t tell how much of it was actual and how much was Lily just being overly dramatic in her excitement. “So, how was it? New favorite?” Every roller coaster that Lily had ridden that day had been subsequently declared her “new favorite.” Lily lifted her head ever so slightly. “Definitely.” She dropped her head down again and laughed. “You really need to go on one, Angie. They are like, so much fun. Really, you’ve gotta try one. I think you’ll enjoy it a lot more than you think.” Angelica laughed dismissively, hoping to dispel the thought from Lily’s mind. “Yeah, well, I know you’re enjoying them. That’s enough for me, really.” Lily raised her head all the way up and looked Angelica in the eye. “Could you at least try one today?” When Angelica laughed again, she puckered her lower lip in a fake pout. “Pwetty pwease? It’s for my birthday.” Angelica just chuckled and shook her head. She didn’t have it in her to be a stick-in-the-mud whenever Lily got this silly. As Lily’s infantile pleadings continued, eventually Angelica broke. “All right, all right! You win, ya big baby. One. I will go on one roller coaster today.” Lily giggled gleefully and rubbed her hands together. “Yay! Now I just have to think of the perfect one for you to lose your roller coaster virginity on!” “Oh my gosh.” Angelica covered her face with one hand, embarrassed by Lily’s comment. It only had the effect of making Lily break out afresh into tittering cackles. Angelica sat there, mouth scrunched up on one side, and stared off into the crowds while waiting for Lily to get it out of her system. As Lily’s snickers died down, Angelica turned back towards her with an exaggerated “ANYWAY,” making Lily cover her mouth to keep from laughing again. Even Angelica couldn’t resist the smile playing on one corner of her mouth. “I’m hungry. Do you think we should go get something to eat? There’s a place here that sells pizza. I thought it looked pretty good.” Lily leaned forward on the bench, preparing to stand. “Yeah, good idea. Pizza sounds good. You’ll have to lead the way.” They both stood and began walking when Lily suddenly stopped. At Angelica’s puzzled look, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Wait a second. After we eat, we’ll have to wait a while before we can go on a roller coaster again.” Angelica tried to follow Lily’s train of thought without success. “So?” Lily arched an eyebrow with an “I’m-on-to-you” expression. “So, you just said you’d go on a roller coaster today. Are you trying to get out of it now?” “What? No, of course not.” “Well, I can just hear you now: ‘Sorry, Lil, but I’m still too full. I don’t think I can ride yet. Oh, what’s that? It’s time for us to go? Oops, sorry about that.’” She put her hands on her hips in mock accusation. “Come on, Lil, I won’t do that. I promised I’d ride one.” Lily’s face immediately switched to a bright, bubbly smile. “Great! So let’s do it now, and we can eat lunch after.” Angelica’s eyes darkened as she realized she’d been played. When she had said she would go on a roller coaster today, she hadn’t really thought that meant today today. It felt more like homework that you could just keep putting off for a few hours more. In her gut, she wanted to avoid it as long as possible, but in her head, she knew that Lily was probably right. Hey, and if she got it over with now, then she’d be free for the rest of the day. It was probably best to do it now, then, but the thought still made her stomach churn with anxiety. She also felt her bladder give off a stronger twinge, letting her know that it would need attention soon. Okay, fine. They could do this first, then she’d stop by the bathroom on the way to get lunch. Lily’d probably need to go, too. She licked her lips, then said, “Okay. Sure. Let’s do it.” The next minute or so was spent with Lily deliberating over which would be the perfect experience for Angelica to get her feet wet on. After a fair amount of voluble considerations, she concluded that the ideal roller coaster would be The Typhoon, which, according to Lily, boasted the optimal balance of creativity with tried-and-true solid design. Angelica didn’t have much to say in response, but she couldn’t help but be a little impressed at how much of a connoisseur Lily evidently was, though her insides were still unsettled. After a few minutes’ walk, both girls came upon the entrance to The Typhoon. A painted blue walkway led up one story to where the ride itself began. As they entered the walkway, Angelica took a deep breath. So, this was really happening. She could feel her nerves start to stand on edge, making her stomach quiver. At least that helped with not feeling quite so hungry. As they joined the end of the line, she drummed absentmindedly on the railing, not knowing what to do with her hands. Trying to peer ahead, Angelica could see a decently lengthy line ahead of them, even though there were two cars running on the roller coaster. She sighed and ran her tongue across the roof of her mouth, trying to quell her jitters. At first, Lily tried to engage Angelica in a conversation about the upcoming ride, but such a topic couldn’t be sustained for long, and the line was advancing steadily, but slowly. Instead, she resorted to merely making idle chitchat during the wait. Angelica wasn’t much in the mood for talking—she seldom was when feeling anxious—and this was no exception. She tried to breathe evenly and smoothly, telling herself to just relax. It only worked so much. On top of her anxiousness, over the course of the wait, she could feel her bladder steadily filling more. After about ten minutes the feeling was ever present, and by the time they had been in line for twenty minutes, she found it difficult to think about anything else. The butterflies in her stomach weren’t helping. Raising her head as insouciantly as she could, she tried to gauge how much of the line remained ahead of them. They were now next to the stretch of track where passengers would embark and disembark, but at this point the line began doing switchbacks, lengthening the number of people in front of them. Lily had stopped talking at all, most likely because the noise of the coaster was right next to them and drowned out any attempt at conversation. Angelica was thus left alone with her thoughts…and her ever-increasing need to pee. Rocking back and forth as discreetly as she could, she nonchalantly roved her gaze about, trying to familiarize herself with as much of the track as possible. Watching car after car make the loop, she estimated that the ride lasted about two minutes in total. Most of the path it took was hidden from view from where they stood, but she counted the seconds between shrieks and did her best to estimate the steepness of the drop based off the intensity of the screaming. There wasn’t much else to do, and both her stomach and her bladder were getting increasingly tingly as time passed, inexorably drawing her nearer to experiencing those drops and twists herself. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself over and over that this was it, just one, and then she’d be done. Without warning, her bladder suddenly constricted, making her have to quickly cross one leg over the other. No, no! Just hold on! She could tell that she wasn’t yet desperate—it was just nerves. Take another deep breath, just like that. That’s it. She was in control. The line moved forward slightly, and Angelica uncrossed her legs and closed the gap. If only the line were shorter! At this point, the waiting itself was the worst part. She moved her weight to one leg, then the other. Stay calm. Stay calm and everything would be all right. She leaned herself against the railing and watched Lily. If Lily suspected that she needed to pee, then they would both end up in the same boat. Lily, however, was busy watching the coaster carriages arrive and depart with an eager expression on her face. Watching her friend’s excitement helped take Angelica’s mind off her own need for a toilet. After a few seconds, Lily noticed Angelica watching her and flashed her a smile, wiggling her eyebrows. Angelica smiled back. Maybe she would enjoy this more than she thought. At least now her bladder had seemed to quiet down. See, she’d be fine. There were probably only a few more minutes in line. Sure enough, about three minutes later, they found themselves passing through the gate onto the metal platform above which the seats were suspended. Each carriage had four rows of four seats each, and as Lily and the other fourteen people quickly swarmed the rows, Angelica hung behind, her nerves now making her breathing quicken, and hesitated. Now that she was seeing it up close, the coaster was bigger than she had realized, and she swallowed. Her throat was dry, and she admitted to herself that she felt afraid. Lily was already seated and saw Angelica still standing off to the side. She gave a big smile and waved her arm in a large gesture, waving for Angelica to come and find a seat. Angelica returned a half-hearted smile, took a breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped forward. She was the only person still standing, and so she was forced to take the only empty seat left, which was unfortunately two rows behind Lily, who had, unsurprisingly, sat in the front. She moved in between the two rows and climbed in between the two other riders on either side. Angelica tentatively slid into the hard plastic seat and wriggled her bottom, trying to get comfortable. Like many roller coasters, it was designed to restrict your movement as much as possible from every angle, and, as such, the seat was contoured to fit the average rear end. She tried fidgeting for a few seconds before realizing that her efforts weren’t going to change the shape of the coaster’s seat and subsequently sat still. Now that she was actually sitting on the coaster, about to ride, she could feel her heart beating faster. Her apprehension made her head feel like it was filling with pressure, making her ears pop and her peripheral vision weird. Trying to soothe her autonomic nervous system, she swallowed, folded her hands across her lap, and closed her eyes while regulating her breathing. Deep breath in, slooooowly let it out. That was better. She suppressed a nervous yawn. As the seconds ticked by in her head, Angelica felt her bladder tightening again. She took another deep breath and told herself it was just nerves. She didn’t have to go that badly. Due to her past experiences, she knew that if she had thought she was entering the danger zone, she would have simply left the line. Better to have to wait another half hour than to take that risk. As of now, though, she would have to make sure that they went by a bathroom after this ride. On the other hand, though, maybe it was only from anxiousness, and she wouldn’t have to go once the ride was over? No, but that would mean repeating this whole inner debate—over whether or not she should have gone to the bathroom—on the next ride. At least this should be her only roller coaster. That at least was a comfort. And besides, they were going to have lunch after this, which would be the ideal time to go pee. At the moment, however, she felt tingles going through her crotch and tried to squeeze her thighs together, though the movement was inhibited by the piece of metal between her legs, where the top part of the harness would attach. As she moved, her brow furrowed upon feeling an odd discomfort there, as if something were poking her in her private parts. Looking down, she tried to pull herself off the seat to see what it was. It looked as though a large nut was supposed to screw in there, but a specially designed one, one that would be flush with the rest of the contoured harness. Instead, there was a much larger nut, clumsily screwed on and not painted over like the rest of the seat. Most likely the original nut had been lost during maintenance, and the mechanic had just slapped on whatever he had that would fit. It was unpleasant, though, boring into her groin the way it was. Maybe she should switch seats—though that would mean expecting someone else to have to get jabbed in the crotch. Or maybe…maybe she should just take her last chance to skip out on the ride altogether. Let Lily have fun on it while she went to use the bathroom. Win-win. While she was staring at her lap and hovering above the seat, however, an amusement park worker was suddenly in front of her. Angelica heard a rehearsed “Okay, go ahead and sit down in the chair.” She looked up, seeing a freckled girl about her own age wearing the Firefly Thrills Park uniform, her eyes shadowed by her park visor. Instinctively, she found herself doing as the girl said, settling stiffly back into the seat. “There ya go. Now could you lift your arms for me?” Angelica complied, wanting to ask about changing seats, but only got so far as an “um” before the employee had pulled the over-the-shoulder harness down on its hinge until it clicked into its socket. Angelica’s minor protestation had evidently fallen on deaf ears. “Great. Now just grab onto the handles here.” The girl took hold of the handles herself, one over each of Angelica’s shoulders, to demonstrate. Once Angelica had copied this action, the girl followed it up with a sing-song “Perfect. Now I’m just gonna tighten everything up for ya, and then you’ll be good to go.” She put both hands on where the harness clicked into the seat and used her weight to push down three times, the whole row of seats shaking each time she did. On the third push, the harness clicked one more notch into its socket. At the same time, however, the sudden extra push and the shake on the seat jostled Angelica, and without warning, the nut had suddenly spread her labia and popped itself right into her genitals like a speculum. Shocked and embarrassed, she immediately gasped and felt herself go red. The girl took no notice, however. She merely gave a smile and said, “There you are! Enjoy the ride!” before turning and moving briskly and efficiently off to the side. Angelica shuffled and wiggled in her seat. The thin fabric of her panties and jeggings provided a measly barrier between the metal knob and her most sensitive, private area. Her brow wrought with consternation, she tried in vain to reposition herself so that she was no longer being violated by her chair. It was no use. She was strapped in too snugly to possibly make any difference. Looking down at where the nut was poking into her, she bit on her tongue as she attempted to use her hands to readjust herself. This too met with failure. The harness was too bulky for her to be able to reach her arm around it and access her crotch. A loud hum of the powerful roller coaster engine revving up intruded on her struggle. In a panic, she looked back up, her eyes darting to and fro to find someone who could stop the ride, stop it before it started. Her bladder gave a quick spasm and she clenched her teeth and her thighs in response. There was no way she could ride like this! She bit her lip and craned her neck, trying to see an employee whose attention she could snag. Glancing about for the bright uniform, she could feel the vibration of the heavy machinery work its way all down through her harness, making her head buzz, her ribs resonate, and her crotch… No, no, it couldn’t be! She had to get out of this seat! At that moment, though, the entire carriage of seats lifted forcefully off the ground. As it did so, the movement shifted Angelica further down onto the nut in her groin, pressing it up directly against her clitoris. She gave a sharp intake of breath and looked down. This was insane! There was no way that this could be safe or legal for park visitors. She hadn’t felt this defiled since that awful incident in senior year with that bully, Laura Katz…one that she decidedly did not want to be reminded of. She shifted more, trying but failing to pull off. Her frenzied attempts were also making her bladder tighten more and a wave of pain passed through it. She tensed all her muscles, trying to stay under control. It was challenging, considering she couldn’t close her thighs or use her hands in any way. She took another deep breath. It was only a two-minute ride. She could endure it. At least being suspended by the harness kept pressure on her urethra, since she couldn’t hold herself. The carriage shoved off from the loading area and latched onto the chain that would pull it to the top of the first drop. The rumbling of the powerful motor resonated all through the framework of the roller coaster, but Angelica noticed it most in where it was concentrated in her private parts. As their set of seats made its way slowly, painstakingly up the hill, the vibration against her clitoris continued, and she began experiencing a strange new sensation. Oddly enough, although the buzzing was amplifying her need for a toilet, the pain it produced wasn’t an unpleasant pain. It rose in tandem with an unfamiliar pleasure, producing little shooting sensations all through her crotch, pain and pleasure waltzing together in harmony. She felt her breathing grow heavier and heavier as her body temperature rose. A golden, tingly sensation was permeating her entire body, making her feel floaty, and at the same time, her bladder felt like it was constricting tighter and tighter, the pain of desperation making her leg muscles tense up and her toes curl. Or was it the strange euphoria that was doing that? Her sphincter was on fire with the pressure from her bladder, but almost right next to it, her clitoris was pulsating with jolts of ecstasy like shocks of electricity. Having the foci of such opposite sensations located in such close proximity to each other produced a feeling unlike any she had experienced before. Being a virgin, and one who had never felt drawn to experiment sexually before, Angelica didn’t recognize the feeling of a building orgasm. Her breaths were labored pants at this point, her face was flushed, and she was white knuckled from gripping the harness so hard. The roller coaster was almost at its peak, and so too were the waves of bliss coursing through her. She felt elation, but combined with fear at not knowing what was happening to her. Suddenly, a moan slipped involuntarily out of her mouth, and she bit down on her lip. But the pleasure was mounting, and so was her bladder pressure, and so was the roller coaster…and another moan came out, and then another…and her pee was about to explode out of her…and she was in heaven…and she imagined Brian’s arms around her… …and now the roller coaster was at the top… Angelica screamed, a split second before the rest of the riders. Just when she had thought there was no way she could hold back the impending flood, the roller coaster entered its parabolic drop and the vibrations on her abated. The sudden light-headedness from freefall only amplified the blinding pulses of giddy pleasure that were overtaking her body. Her head was thrown back and her eyes rolled in their sockets as her breaths heaved forcefully, trying to gulp in enough oxygen to cope with the almost frighteningly powerful ecstasy coursing through every inch of her being. Her pee hadn’t escaped, though it still felt about to break free and spray all over everything, but her panties felt strangely wet. As the coaster continued its dives and twists, the nut in her crotch buzzed intermittently, holding her in a loop of terrifying euphoria. Whereas each new drop or spin elicited shrieks from the rest of the people riding, each one brought about a fresh moan from Angelica. She was barely even aware of the ride itself, unable to think of anything but the inexorable crashing waves of rapture holding her captive. Fresh peaks of pleasure mounted again and again, each one higher than the last, until she felt sure her body couldn’t take any more. She thrashed about in her seat, overwhelmed with the enormity of the sensations she was experiencing. Each new zenith of rhapsody brought with it a new spike of desperation, however, and it was all she could do to hold her pee in. At long last, the ride evened out and began its coast back into the loading/unloading zone. Angelica had probably reached climax multiple times on the coaster itself, and a new one had been building right up to the point of release when the buzzing had leveled off. Now it was keeping her at a low simmer, neither moving her toward release nor letting her body back down to earth. Her eyes were closed, and she didn’t dare move, since her pee was right up at the edge of her sphincter, eager for freedom. If the carriage could just stop and the vibrations go away, she could be all right—probably. The seats came to a stop over the metal floor and descended for people to disembark. Angelica could feel her toes brushing the steel surface, and then the harnesses unlatched and swiveled upwards on their hydraulic springs. She waited for the vibration in the nut to die down to how it had been when she first got on the ride, but there was no change. It remained at its same low-level buzz, keeping her at a tantalized state right on the cusp of having another orgasmic wave crash over her. She held on to the sides of the chair, leaning forward, afraid to do anything else. All around her, she could hear the other park guests climbing out of their seats, laughing with post-adrenaline relief. If only that were the only kind of relief she needed. She sat there, even as she heard the gate opening for new people to get on the ride, with all manner of assorted sensations tumbling through her head—thoughts that were closer to individual stimuli than fleshed-out concepts. She was aware of her lips, then her breasts, then remembered her wet and full pants from when she first met Lily, then Brian’s smile, then the cold of her sodden shorts at the Davis household. Footsteps neared her—most likely someone who would tell her she had to leave—but it barely registered in the menagerie of variegated memories of sense churning in her brain as simultaneous pain and pleasure hovered at a crescendo in her crotch. Angelica didn’t move from her seat. She sat there, eyes squeezed shut, breathing hard, biting her lip to keep from letting out a moan—or something else. She imagined Brian kissing her, holding her, caressing her…she remembered his smell…she remembered wearing his jacket, and how it felt like he was embracing her…and then she remembered the conditions under which she had been wearing his jacket. Her bladder was constricting in throbbing pulses as the nut continued its low-level vibration inside her, and she knew that if she tried moving right now, it would be all over. She didn’t know what to do, but she couldn’t move—not now, not like this! She could hear a park employee’s voice in front of her, “Excuse me, miss? You need to get off the ride now.” Opening one eye, she saw a young man standing in front of her, eyes searching her face, likely trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Behind him and off to the side, Lily stood staring, waiting for her. The employee gently reached out a hand. “Here, let me help you out.” Her own hand shaking, Angelica gingerly took hold of his. She was still hyperventilating, and she closed her eyes again and clenched her teeth, bracing herself for extrication. Slowly, she began to shift her weight to her feet. This was a delicate procedure. Already, even with her cautious movement, the nut’s vibration against her engorged womanhood made another moan slip embarrassingly out. She had to be careful not to move to quickly, or else… Unfortunately for her, the park employee was oblivious to her predicament. As soon as Angelica had begun to move, he, most likely in an attempt to be helpful, took hold of her other arm with his free hand and pulled her up and out of the seat in one swift movement. Angelica gasped loudly, and then the sensation of the nut making one final rub as it slid across her clitoris and out from inside her caught up to her, and the mounting wave that had towered up and up and up finally crested. Angelica screamed, against her will, drawing the attention of most of those who were still standing in line. Her head fell backwards and her legs buckled, unable to support her. Knees bent inwards, she staggered, collapsing against the employee, as pleasure once again washed over her, and then lost control of her bodily functions. Her sphincter gave way entirely, and her urine rushed out into her panties, which were already wet with a spurt of something else. Angelica hovered there, still supported by the bewildered employee, like a ragdoll pumped full of endorphins, and peed her pants. Within seconds, her panties were completely saturated, and her urine spread out horizontally on either side of her crotch, darkening the fabric, before descending in an inverted triangle down her thighs. The wetness spread out on her butt as well, and in her semi-crouched position it formed a wide wet spot underneath her butt cheeks and spreading up between them. The warm flood continued down her legs in splashing, trickling streams which cascaded from the spandex fabric at the back of her thighs, under her butt, from the bottoms of her calves, and straight from her crotch. The sheer bliss at the relief doubled her existing ecstasy and made her scream again. By this time, most of the people in line were pointing and chattering among themselves, some laughing, others scandalized. The employee holding her up didn’t know what to do, and simply stared down at her with his mouth open. Most people screamed while riding the roller coaster, and very occasionally some wet themselves, but he had never seen it happen after getting off. He didn’t realize that Angelica had just gotten off in a different sense altogether. The pee kept flowing, completely uninhibited, spreading across the front and back of both legs until it met on the outside, making the blue spandex dark and shiny. As Angelica came down from her climax, the reality of what had just happened began to pierce the euphoric haze in her brain. Her already-red face turned an even deeper shade of red and she abruptly straightened herself up, supported on her own legs again, and looked down at herself. Her mind was clearer, but the aftershocks of her accidental orgasm were still at play in her body, and she was still breathing heavily. She began to shake uncontrollably as she tried in vain to cut off the flow. Even though she was very nearly empty, she had no power to staunch the release of her urine, and instead watched as the last few seconds of pee sprayed out into her panties, trickling out of her pants to splatter in the large puddle around her feet, tinkling and spreading across the diamond plate steel floor. Even after finishing, Angelica kept staring at her mess for a few seconds more, as the final vestiges of urine dripped from the legs of her pants into her warm and wet tennis shoes. She raised her head, her face red and her mouth wide, to see the crowd of park visitors in line all staring at her and snickering to each other. Then she turned and faced the park employee, who was still holding her hand. He looked almost as uncomfortable as she was and swallowed, his eyes wide open, then quickly dropped her hand as if it were a live wire. Angelica tried to move her mouth into words, but all that emerged were half-formed stammers. Suddenly, she remembered Lily, and quickly glanced over to where Lily had been standing by the exit. Lily was still there, but her face was white as she beheld Angelica's accident. Their eyes connected, and then Lily bent over with a jump, biting her lip and jamming a hand in between her thighs. She then turned and jogged briskly out the exit door, still holding herself. A voice from her other side snapped Angelica’s attention immediately around. It was a middle-aged man wearing a Firefly Thrills polo shirt, most likely a supervisor. “Are you all right, young lady?” Both his tone and face conveyed an overlap of concern with suspicion. Angelica looked down at herself again, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and lifted one leg to shake out the golden drops that still clung to the fabric, making a sparkling shower and sending ripples through her puddle again. She knew her face was still beet red, and also guessed that the supervisor thought she may be drunk or high. She raised her head again, but didn’t make eye contact as she responded. “I…I’m…I’m fine. I just…I need, I need…to, to go.” She looked back at the supervisor’s face with a look of guilty embarrassment, then turned to follow after Lily. Her wet pants were feeling chilly, and they chafed as her thighs rubbed back and forth, making nasty squelching sounds. Her squishy wet socks felt gross and uncomfortable, but the worst thing of all, of course, was that she was in the middle of a packed amusement park in broad daylight. There was no hiding what had happened. A single tear slipped down her cheek and she brushed it away with the back of her hand. As she made her way down the painted steel walkway back into the general park area, she contemplated what had just happened. Yes, she had wet her pants, again, after only a month since her last accident. Yes, of course, it was enormously humiliating. Yes, the same unfortunately familiar sensations brought back all the unfortunately familiar emotions. And yet—and yet she felt oddly…satisfied. The tear she had shed was almost a formality. She thought back to what had happened to her while on the roller coaster and tried to make sense of it. What was this new world of dazzling and terrifying delight that she had fallen into? What did it all mean? Conflicting feelings collided inside her. True, she had peed herself in front of a crowd, but at the same time she had been transported to blissful rhapsodies she didn’t know existed. Mortification weighed heavy on her, but brought with it a sense of impishness, of naughtiness, of the glee of getting away with something forbidden. She thought of being a little child and getting spanked for having an accident. What would it be like…if she were to get spanked…now? Angelica paused on the empty walkway and stood still for a few seconds. Then, with a bizarre boldness, she bent forward somewhat, causing her rear end to protrude slightly, then placed one hand on it, feeling the dampness. After tracing the edge of the wet spot with her fingers, she lifted her hand and brought it back down. It gave a sharp little splat as it made contact with the sodden fabric stretched across her backside, but didn’t really hurt. Pulling her hand back again, she once more gave herself a smack, this time harder. Then again. Then again. It felt strangely good. She deserved this, after all. She had wet her pants, gone pee-pee in her panties like a little baby, so now she got a spanking. A sudden jolt of realization as to what she was doing burst in upon her brain, and she straightened up like a lightning rod, pulling her hand away from her butt and looking over her shoulders to make sure no one had seen. She then resumed her walk, though at a brisker pace than before. What had just happened? She felt even more embarrassed by what she had just done than by peeing her pants. Well, maybe not, but close. But now a cause of worry had entered her mind. Could it be?…it couldn’t, no, no way…was it, though?…could it be that she actually, in a way…enjoyed wetting herself? She didn’t want to think about that. Best she just go find Lily and then—well, she would have to figure out what to do at that point. But first, find Lily. Angelica finished making her way down the inclined walkway, took a deep breath, and then stepped out of her relative privacy into the bustling hubbub of the general amusement park. Now exposed, she concentrated on walking with head held high and arms crossed, her jaw rigid with forced indifference. The less attention she drew to herself, the better. Paradoxically, it seemed most people were too focused on where they themselves were headed to notice her, though of course she did see the occasional stare, the double take, the point out to someone else and laugh. She pretended not to care. It didn’t help her to have no idea which way to go. Lily had simply run off, clutching herself, without any kind of clue as to where she would be. Angelica stopped for a moment to take in her surroundings and see if she could spot Lily’s familiar blonde hair. If Lily’s sympathetic spastic bladder had kicked in, then she had probably made a beeline for the nearest restroom. Angelica looked around for where those might be, using one hand to shield her eyes from the sunshine. Off to her right there was a refreshments kiosk, behind which there appeared to be a public toilet. That was as good a place as any to start. As she neared, it became apparent that it was indeed a restroom. There was a line of five or six women standing outside the right-hand door, and third from the end was Lily’s telltale blonde ponytail and narrow frame. She was facing forward, away from Angelica, and apparently was still doing battle with her bladder. Although she no longer had her hand in her crotch, she was rubbing her thighs and rocking back and forth from foot to foot. Angelica stepped up to stand beside her, ignoring the stares and murmurs she got from the ladies behind Lily in line. She stood there sheepishly in silence, without announcing her presence to Lily, and spread her legs open slightly to try to let the material around her crotch dry. Lily stood, bobbing and bouncing, for a few seconds before catching Angelica out of the corner of her eye. With a start, she turned towards Angelica, her face a mask of alarm. Angelica gave a weak smile and began to offer a “hi” when Lily looked down at her pants, then back up, eyes wide. She then grabbed her groin again and grimaced. Angelica’s smile fell, replaced by concern. She tilted her head to better see Lily’s face and asked, “Lil? What’s wrong?” Lily’s expression was one of anguish. “Why’d you have to come over here, Angie? Why? I could—I could’ve made it…” Her voice trailed off in a tremulous whine, and she squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip and suppressing a groan. Just then, Angelica heard a pshhh and looked down at Lily’s crotch. Within a second, a wet stain spread out from around her hand, darkening the yellow fabric in a five-inch spot before stopping. Lily’s leak seemed to jolt her to urgency, and she shoved her other hand between her thighs as well, clenching for all she was worth. Her eyes flew open, darting about wildly in a panic. Angelica watched Lily’s plight with an open mouth, unsure of what to do. Lily was doing a full-on potty dance as she blurted out to the women in front of her, “Excuse me, but can I cut in front of you? It’s really an emergency—I don’t think…I can hold it…” Two of the three women in front of her turned around at this, but before either of them could so much as begin to answer, Lily gave out a guttural moan and doubled over. Angelica heard the hissing sound resume, but louder this time. Lily’s hands were both between her legs, and from Angelica’s position, she had a clear view of Lily’s butt, with her fingers sprouting from the crotch and stretching out over her upper thighs. Within moments, dark wetness blossomed out from Lily’s hands in a mesmerizingly captivating spectacle. It covered her bottom in a round oval, then split into multiple channels of golden liquid, each one spreading its glistening stain over the cloth, darkening the fabric underneath. The pee then began to pour out from the cuffs of Lily’s shorts on both sides in sparkling cascades. Lily stood still, unable to move as she peed herself, while the other women in line watched, giving murmurs of awkward sympathy. Since Lily’s rear end was still sticking out, some of her urine trickled down her smooth legs into her sandals, but most of it splattered out noisily behind her, splashing on the pavement and rapidly forming a puddle. The lady directly behind her gave a tiny gasp and stepped back to keep from getting peed on. Angelica watched all of this in guilty discomfort. She knew that it was watching her have an accident that made Lily need to go so urgently, but in the swirl of thoughts and emotions on the walk over here, she had forgotten about it. If she had been more mindful, she would have let Lily use the bathroom before catching up to her. So was it her fault, then? This was just like when they first met, only of course, now she knew better. Oops. Standing there stiffly, she shifted her weight to one leg and lolled her tongue inside her cheek uncomfortably while waiting for Lily to finish peeing in her pants. By this time, the women in front of Lily had noticed that Angelica’s pants were also wet and one offered her place in line to go clean up. She merely shook her head in response. After about twenty seconds, Lily’s stream died down, leaving only the last remnants of urine dripping from her shorts. With a deep breath, she slowly stood up straight and then removed her hands one at a time from her crotch. As she did so, they released a final spattering of pee out to splash down over her feet. She stared at her wet hands in disgust before wiping them off as best she could on the little dry space that remained on the hips of her shorts. Angelica felt bashful, knowing that Lily only had an accident because of her. At the same time, though, she had to admit to herself that it did feel a little better not being the only one. Did that make her a bad friend? She tried to tell herself that it didn’t, if for no other reason than that they had shared pee accidents enough times in the past. Still, she knew deep down that that was a flimsy excuse, and so she weakly placed a hand on Lily’s shoulder and spoke up in a small voice, “Hey, uh, Lil, how about we just go home?” It was a poor effort at conciliation. Lily was still looking down at herself in repulsion. After a moment, though, she lifted her head and made eye contact with Angelica again. When she spoke, her tone was somewhat softer, but still with a slight detectable edge. “Angie, you made me wet my pants.” Angelica swallowed, not knowing how to respond. Eventually, with a lame smile, she answered with a simple “Sorry?” ~Aftermath~ Now that Lily too was wet, both girls reconsidered the offer to cut the line to clean up. They spent about fifteen minutes inside, cleaning off their legs and getting all the drips out of their pants and underwear the best they could. Naturally, there was nearly nothing they could do about reducing the obviousness of the stains, and so Lily agreed to Angelica’s earlier proposal of simply calling it a day and heading out. The walk back to the entrance of the park was a silent and self-conscious one. It seemed that somehow, seeing two people who had peed themselves attracted people’s attention more than seeing just one. One overweight man, likely in his mid-twenties, jokingly asked in passing, “Got a little too excited, huh?” before continuing on his way with a bellowing laugh, and a short time late a little girl pointed and said loudly to her mother, “Look, mommy, those two women wet their pants!” before being quickly shushed. Angelica glanced over at Lily, who was looking down as she walked, her face red. She put her arm around Lily’s shoulder, giving her a slight smile as she made eye contact. Lily returned the smile, and then Angelica held out her arm for Lily to link hers with, which she did for the remainder of their walk. Back out in the parking lot, they were faced with the problem of how to keep from getting the seats wet. This was Angelica’s parents’ car—she was still looking for one of her own—and ever since the incident the previous month in Patrick’s car, the last thing she wanted was a reason to make her things more awkward between her and her mom. Patrick had said he would take care of cleaning the seat and for her not to worry about it, but she was pretty sure he had told their mom about it, and ever since then, her mom had been dropping subtle hints about maybe going to a doctor to get checked out. Angelica didn’t know which would be more embarrassing—having her mother think that she had some kind of medical condition, or admitting to her that no, these accidents were just good, old-fashioned, couldn’t-hold-it-any-more pants wettings. After digging around for a little bit, the best they could find were some fast-food napkins stuffed in the glove compartment. It was a scant solution, but better than nothing. It took a few minutes for them to devise the best distribution for maximum coverage, and once done, they needed to stay very still to stay exactly on top of the tiny areas of absorption. Since they still hadn’t had lunch, Angelica suggested they go by a drive-thru on their way back, her treat. Lily gratefully accepted, not seeming upset at Angelica anymore. They found a Jack-in-the-Box only a few minutes away, drove to it, and ordered two combo meals, then consumed them hungrily in the parking lot in the privacy of the car. Once they had finished eating, they began the drive back. It was about an hour’s drive, and the girls were both in better spirits now, and so they spent the time in fun conversation, making jokes, singing together, and such. At one point, Angelica’s phone buzzed with a text. She opened it, saw it was from Brian, and texted off a quick response. “You know, Angie, you shouldn’t be texting while driving.” Lily’s voice had a playful sternness to it that Angelica knew was meant to mimic her own voice. She blushed a little. “Yeah, I know. Sorry.” Lily gave her a conspiratorial grin. “Hmm…I wonder who would be important enough for my straight-arrow friend Angie to be texting back even when she shouldn’t be? Let’s see—survey says…Brian?” She stretched the last word out in a gooey tone. Angelica rolled her eyes and blushed more. “Yes, you got me.” She had naturally told Lily about the developments there, with Lily giving her full support, as any best friend would. Lily demonstrated it now, giggling and kicking her legs in excitement. As quickly as her mirth had begun, however, it died away, a look of concern on her face as she stared out the windshield. Angelica knew what had caused it. In front of them, the theretofore relatively clear traffic came to a sudden grinding halt. There were bumper-to-bumper brake lights in front of them, as far as they could see. Angelica sighed. She hadn’t expected this much backup. In addition, she could feel slight consternation nosing its way into her head, as the water and combo drink from earlier were working their way through her, and she was starting to need to go to the bathroom again. She looked over at Lily, wondering if she were feeling the same urges. But after what had happened in the park, she knew better than to mention it. As it turned out, she didn’t need to. After no more than five minutes in the jam, with excruciatingly little progress made, Lily spoke up. “I need to pee.” It was a simple enough statement, but Angelica knew her well enough to detect the nigh-imperceptible tremor in her voice. What it meant was “and we should find a place where I can do that, pretty soon.” She also knew better than even to agree, knowing that once Lily knew someone else was in the same boat, it would only make her have to go even more. So instead, she gave a noncommittal “mhm.” Their conversation continued, but Angelica could tell it was less lively than before. As the minutes passed by, and her own bladder refilled, she could also gauge Lily’s need by how much less she spoke. After another fifteen minutes, in which they had maybe gone one and a half miles, Lily groaned and crossed her legs. She looked over to Angelica and whined, “Angie, I reeeally have to go. Can’t we find someplace?” Angelica grimaced awkwardly. The next exit was in about three miles, and if their rate of travel stayed the same, they wouldn’t reach it for close to another half an hour. She shrugged and said, “I’m sorry, Lil, but we probably can’t for at least another thirty-five to forty minutes. Do you think you can wait that long?” Immediately after saying it, she wondered why she had bothered to ask that last question. It wasn’t as if they had an alternative option in case Lily couldn’t wait. Lily merely responded with another groan, shifting around in her seat, despite the careful arrangement of napkins under her. Angelica looked over at her in compassion, empathizing with her as her own tank filled. She wasn’t feeling as desperate as Lily, but she was having a difficult time ignoring it now. Since Lily wasn’t up for conversation much, she decided to try to take her mind off it by going back to texting Brian. They continued, with short periods of advancing followed by longer ones of sitting still, during which Angelica would continue her phone dialogue and do her best to console Lily. Another fifteen minutes went by, during which Lily had whined and groaned more, lamenting the slowness of traffic and the quantity of her urine. She had also leaned forward in her seat and put her hands in her crotch, and she was now rocking slightly, giving whimpers through clenched teeth. Angelica figured it probably would be best for her to take a break from texting to be there for her friend. Dropping the phone in her lap, she turned to Lily. “You can make it, Lil. You’re gonna be okay.” Lily didn’t reply. Of course, Angelica had her doubts about whether Lily would indeed be okay or not. As she watched her best friend struggle with her full bladder, her thoughts began to wander. She knew what Lily was going through, thinking back to when she herself had had an accident a couple of years earlier, at the harvest festival. In fact, knowing what it felt like was an instrumental reason why the two of them were friends now. But at the harvest festival—that had happened in front of Brian. And here she was, years later, still in touch. Were the two connected somehow? A full bladder and attraction to Brian? And now her mind drifted back to her experience on the roller coaster and immediately afterward. Her thoughts had been flooded with those images of him, right before her pants had been flooded with her pee. And then on the walkway… She didn’t know what it all meant, but as her urge to pee increased now, and seeing Lily’s do the same, and the texts from Brian came in, she could feel a new moistness in her panties. Then, with no warning, her bladder suddenly contracted, releasing a short spurt of urine out, rewarming the area around her private parts. She gasped, leaned forward, and quickly used her free hand to grab her crotch. It had just been a small leak and was quickly cut off, but it had come as a surprise. And, unfortunately, it had not gone unnoticed by Lily. Lily had turned toward Angelica when she had first leaked, and now her face went red. She bit her lip with a moan, then said, in a small and shaky voice, “I’m sorry, Angie. I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” Then she squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. “I’m going to wet my pants…oh my gosh, I’m going to wet myself…” A second after that, the telltale hiss began, and Angelica watched, transfixed, as Lily’s yellow shorts once again sprouted a dark patch, the wetness spreading rapidly across her thighs even as she continued to hold herself. She knew that there was no way the napkins under Lily’s butt would be enough to protect the seat, and she wondered how much it cost to get the seats cleaned—and if her mom would ever let her borrow the car again. Witnessing her friend’s loss of control, however, only amplified her own need—and strangely, simultaneously increased the excitement she was feeling in her privates. She had to stay in control, though. She couldn’t let a repeat of what had happened earlier occur. It didn’t help that her panties had gotten all warm around her sensitive spot from her leak earlier. Then she realized that she was still holding herself, and that the whole time she had been, her phone had still been in her lap. It was now pressed up against her groin by her hand. And then, it buzzed. Angelica gasped and gripped herself harder. It was probably another text from Brian. But it had vibrated right up against her clitoris, just like the roller coaster, and now her excitement was building, and she had to focus on holding her pee… And then the phone buzzed again. She knew that if the phone weren’t right in her crotch, she would be fine. But she had to keep holding herself, afraid to remove her hand—yet the harder she held herself, the more she was pushing the phone deeper into her most sensitive area… And the phone buzzed again. She was breathing harder now, and her face was flushed. All the same sensations from earlier were reappearing, and her bladder was tightening. She needed to hold on…but at the same time, she needed it to continue… She looked over at Lily, who was still clenching tightly. She had seemed to get her pee under control again, though there was clearly a wet puddle around her rear end. Angelica thought of her own rear end, and the punishment she had given herself on the walkway… And then the phone buzzed harder. It was a phone call, Angelica knew. She leaned forward, gripping herself even harder, as the vibrations built a tower of euphoria that was about to crash on top of her. A moan escaped her lips, making Lily turn a face of bewilderment on her. She could hear Lily’s voice, “Are you okay, Angie?” but she was unable to answer. Instead, another moan came out, this time louder, as the buzzing continued. Her pee was at the very cusp of escaping all over the seat, but she imagined it was Brian calling her, and in a way, it felt as if he were doing this to her. Her moans grew faster along with her breathing, and the phone kept buzzing, and the ecstasy was mounting, and she was about to pee her pants again… No, no, no! And she imagined Brian spanking her… Yes, yes, yes! And then it burst out, on both ends. She screamed out a “YES!” as the wave of pleasure crested and overwhelmed her. Her body was not her own anymore, held captive instead to the dazzling exhilaration washing over her. She threw herself back into the seat, her breaths short grunts as she twitched and shook, and she no longer had any control over her bladder. Lily hadn’t understood the force of the answer to her question, but then, watching Angelica’s bizarre seizure, she too heard a loud hiss and stared in shock as Angelica’s jeggings quickly went dark around the crotch again. Unlike her own loss of control, which she had tried to fight and eventually successfully curtailed, Angelica seemed to not even notice her own. Her urine sprayed out loudly, spreading around her hand and down her thighs, rapidly puddling around her butt and even dripping over the sides of the chair. Lily stared in horror as she noticed that Angelica was still holding her phone with the hand between her thighs, and it was getting thoroughly drenched. She was panting and bright red, barely able to focus on the road as she went to the bathroom in her pants, completely soaking the seat. Unfortunately, this was all too much for Lily. She had barely been able to get herself under control before the mess had gotten too big—she hoped—but now that Angelica was totally wetting herself, there was no way she could hold back any longer. With a “no!” her own floodgates reopened, and her butt went warm again, then hot, her pee spraying out from her crotch across her thighs and making her own puddle extend to the edge of the seat to drip down the front as well. She too had a total loss of bladder control and wet herself for another thirty seconds, until she was completely empty. Angelica by now had been coming down from her high, her second unintentional orgasm of the day. She pushed a strand of hair off her sweat-streaked forehead and lifted her dripping phone out from where it had taken its golden shower. Turning on the screen, she saw that the phone call had not been from Brian after all, but from her mom. So too had been the text messages. They read, Angelica, when do you think you’ll be back? I want to see about setting up a doctor’s appointment for you. I’m concerned about you, baby girl. She dropped her phone back into her puddle in resignation. Just great. As the last of her climax died down inside her, she wondered how she could possibly get out of it now, coming home with two massive pee puddles in the seats. At least this traffic would provide ample time to think of something.

Hello all! For awhile now, I've been wanting to make DL art featuring messing/wetting, and I recently finally found the time to make some. This is one of the first diaper pictures I've made, so please let me know what you all think! I am thinking about making a story featuring this character when I have more time. I do plan on making more art and posting it here as well when I can.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mariko_Aoki_phenomenon In the 1980s a Japanese woman called Mariko Aoki complained of having to poo while reading in bookstores. This has been reported by various other people since then, with explanations varying from psychological associations with reading on the toilet to ink having laxative properties. Whatever the cause, it's super hot to imagine a beautiful woman going to the bookstore, then finding herself utterly desperate and ending up finding relief in her knickers! I'm sure that's happened a few times...

This cute story, as the title suggests, is about a young lady doing a poo in her skirt. Enjoy. Ban Sang-Mi picked up a pack of noodles from the supermarket shelf and put them in her basket. She was easily the prettiest woman in the store that day, with her neat black hair and her adorable buttoned denim miniskirt. Underneath she was wearing white socks and trainers and her favourite white knickers. She looked so cute, and she knew it. As she started walking to the tills, she felt a stomach cramp. She put her hand on her stomach and gulped. She hadn't realised just how badly she had to poo until now! If she wasn't careful, she might fart in public - so humiliating. And, to make matters worse, there was a queue for the ladies' toilet. She might as well wait until she got home and use her comfortable toilet in peace. But first she had to hold it. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot in the queue for the tills, with her hand resting on her tight bottom. She was really in quite some discomfort. It was almost tempting to fart, but that would be so unladylike. She went about her business as best she could, checking out her items and paying for them before packing them in her bag and setting off home as quickly as she could without farting. As she felt the wind blow through her skirt, her pain was getting worse and worse. If she farted now, surely no one would notice, right? But the street was still a little too crowded. She couldn't risk it. She yearned to be sitting on her toilet at home, but thinking of the toilet made it so much worse. She hated having to poo so much. Another stomach cramp hit her, and she clutched her bottom to try to help herself hold her farts in. It wasn't long to get home now, but the proximity of the toilet was making the urge so much worse. By the time she came to her street, she was hurrying with her hand on her bottom, visibly bursting for the toilet and desperately trying not to fart. She entered her apartment building. She lived on the top floor, and there was no way she would get up the stairs without farting a hurricane, or...even not making it to the toilet in time. She shuddered at the possibility. She was an adult woman, there was no way that would happen. But farting was a real risk. She called the lift, and gasped in pain as her stomach gurgled. The lift finally came, and she limped inside, leaning against the wall after pressing her button. Hopefully no one else would stop the lift. As it rose up from the ground floor, her trembling bottom finally yielded a fart. She blushed and winced at the smell. The lift stopped at the third floor. Some neighbours were getting in - a middle aged couple - into the lift where she had just farted. Hopefully she would be able to avoid humiliating herself. "Eurgh, that smells awful," said the man, glowering at her. "You need to control yourself, young lady." "I'm...so sorry..." she said, blushing scarlet. Another fart squeaked out of her bottom. "I'm just so desperate for the toilet...I really can't wait anymore..." "Gross," he said. "Oh, don't be so cruel," said his wife. "She's obviously at her limit. I hope she gets to the toilet alright." "Thanks..." Sang-Mi said, almost tearful. The lift was finally at her floor, and she was absolutely at her limit. She dashed out towards her door, another fart bursting through her knickers. Pooing her skirt was now a real, serious risk, and she had to try as hard as she could to prevent it. Hands trembling, she got her keys out of her skirt pocket and opened the door. She removed her shoes as quickly as possible, another fart squeaking out of her as she did, then dashed for the toilet. It was locked. "Min-Jun!" she squealed, now utterly desperate beyond description. "Min-Jun! You have to come out now, I'm literally about to poo my skirt! Min-Jun..." To be almost in the toilet like that was just unbearable, and her bowels were starting to move. She felt poo starting to force its way out of her anus, and barely pulled it back. "Min-Jun, please..." she said, beating on the door. "I can't hold it, I can't...I'm losing it..." She gulped and tried to resist the pain as best she could, but after struggling for a few seconds she finally gave in to the agony and started to poo. She felt the first turd curl out of her anus with a squelching fart and soil her once white knickers. She didn't even try to resist the second, or the third, or the fourth. With tears flowing down her face, she felt her knickers bulging with warm filth as she utterly emptied her bowels into her skirt. This was humiliation beyond description. She leaned back against the wall, moaning in despair. "Hey, Sang-Mi," said her boyfriend Min-Jun, after opening the door. "I'm out. You can poo now." "I already did..." said Sang-Mi, her tears dripping from her cheeks. "It's too late..." Min-Jun was handsome and kind-looking, and a lot bigger than Sang-Mi. He patted his special girl on the head. "Oh, that's a shame...for you," he said, smirking. "Let's see what a mess you made." He lifted his girlfriend's skirt and saw the filthy mess in her knickers. Some of it had squelched out down her thighs. "You really did do a really big poo, didn't you?" he said. His cock was already stiff from the sight of her humiliating mess. "Never mind, accidents happen. Come on, let's get you all cleaned up." He took Sang-Mi into the toilet and tugged down her soiled knickers. "I think it's safe to say you won't want to wear those again," he said. "I'll treat you to a new pair." He inspected her poo-stained skirt. "I know how much you like this skirt, Sang-Mi, so I'll try to get the stains out of it." Keeping her skirt lifted with one hand, he cleaned up her bottom with toilet paper. Sang-Mi was too humiliated to even speak. Her boyfriend would take care of her. She stepped out of her ruined knickers and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt how stiff his cock was under his trousers. She knew he was into very kinky things, but that didn't matter. "Now, how do you fancy a shower together?" he asked. "I'd love it," she said. Min-Jun led Sang-Mi to the shower and removed his clothes. Sang-Mi took off hers, and marvelled at just how erect Min-Jun was. If she wanted to get him really aroused like that, she had to poo her skirt. Weeing it would probably work too, but neither was very dignified. Min-Jun turned on the shower and waited for it to get warm before beckoning Sang-Mi in. She felt the warm water flow over her, washing away the traces of her humiliation. Then she felt Min-Jun's fingers in her clitoris. She moaned from the intensity of the masturbation before soon coming to climax. As soon as that excitement died down, Min-Jun had penetrated her. He was thrusting harder than ever, and she moaned again from the passion. After a minute or so, he came in her, and they closed to a passionate embrace. "So you're over pooing your skirt now, right?" said Min-Jun. "Because I'll remember that accident fondly..." "So will I," she said.

Hoo boy!~ I had the most interesting morning today! So, I recently engaged in a little pull up adventure, I wrote about it, and I loved it so much I wanted to do something like that again!!! Buuuut, unfortunately I'm kinda out. But I'm a resourceful little girl! Like many of you have before I used a certain absorbent device that may or may not have been designed for something else entirely to create a make-shift diaper. Eight of them to be exact! They were pretty thing, four in the front, and four in the back, for ultimate coverage! (Spoiler, it didn't leak ^w^). I made my little science experiment around 4 am, stuffing them into my panties, trying to spread them out so that all parts of body touched them, it wasn't for a real purpose, other than I wanted it to 'feel' like a diaper, y'know? And if it was in one area, sure it'd work as a diaper, but I wouldn't get that, "I'm a little girl wearing a diaper" feeling! Once I put it on I went into my backyard where I began to fun! I found a nice place by my woods put my hands against a tree, and let go~ First I had a number two, It came out surprisingly nice and easy, it felt all squishy, hehe~ Then, I had my number one! I was standing there for a while! I had been holding for the majority of the night, and every few seconds I wondered if my 'diaper' was going to give out, surprisingly when I was all good and done, it didn't!!! And I had a wonderful warm feeling trapped inside my absorbent little undies. At that point, it was time to begin, the games! You see, I was outside for a reason, and that was because I had a select list of activities planned out for the night. Firstly, I have a relic of my childhood in my backyard, it's a swing right? But the swing is this little horsey, I love riding it when no one's lookin' it makes me feel so little! So naturally, I sat my little self down on the swing, and of course that spread my mess all around, I took a moment to hop! Letting it squish and squash about, Before swinging on the set back and forth for a few seconds! After that, I went toward a bench, sitting down, like a good girl! At this point my mess was flattened out! Perfectly even! And I took my phone out of my shirt pocket, and began to watch as many little princess potty training videos as I can handle, at full volume too! No one caught me, but I was imagining someone hearing it, coming outside to investigate, and finding my sitting down in a very wet and messy homemade diapee watchin' potty training videos for baby girls. The final fun time activity, was somethin' that I'm personally into separate from omo, and that's wedgies! I love the feeling it gives and I have, just the most perfect tree in my yard to dangle from! I stacked up some of our firewood and used it to reach these two hooks that come out of the tree, made sure to put the leg holes onto it, and boop! I kicked the logs and squeaked in my own perfect diaper wedgie! The padding absorbed most of the pain, but (this may be pretty gross, so warning) some of the mess went running down my pants and out of my legs since the wedgie displaced it, but the padding was fine! I 'hanged out' for a few minutes until my panties ripped and I fell down. When all was said and done, and I had less of a diaper and more of a mess, I cleaned up, packed everything into a bag, tossed it in the bin, and took a very long shower for clean up time!! I even took a little picture of my padding in the grass before dumping it, BUT, I don't think I can upload it, because even though I closed it, there's some poop showing in the picture, so sorry! I hope you enjoyed reading my story! I love doing things like this, and I love hearing what you think of it a heck of a lot more! Thank you!

This cute comedy sketch involves a South Korean woman bursting to poo who finds the toilet occupied. She bangs on the door begging for whoever inside to come out, but can't wait any longer and poos her pants in tears. The humour is around the stereotypes around various blood groups, which some South Koreans think affect behaviour. I don't speak Korean well so I can't subtitle it, but she repeatedly asks who ever is in the toilet to come out, and then moans that it's coming out before she finally poos herself. Cute.

My wife and I often take trips on the weekends up to the cities to hunt for antique stores, thrift stores, and estate sales. We're secretly an old married couple in 26 year old's bodies. If you don't know what an estate sale is, basically, when the owner of a house dies their family have a large sale where people come into the house to look at and purchase all of the previous owners personal belongings in the house. Ideally you want to be respectful to the house, they usually make you take your shoes off. This particular Saturday afternoon my wife had been farting in the car for almost the entire drive over. To me, their rancid smell was turning me on immensely, and she was rubbing on my erection with one hand while she was driving. I asked her why she was farting so much and she really didn't know, but her stomach was hurting a little. We found a promising looking estate sale in the suburbs that was in this quaint little two bedroom house. Indeed, we ended up spending way to much money lmao, but the best part of the day happened when we checked out the second floor. My wife kept shifting her weight from side to side and was sort of scanning the upstairs hallway to see what rooms were up there. Very quietly she learned over to me and said "Do you see a bathroom up here? I really need to use one." I am truly weak willed, and just as quietly told her that she was giving me a very noticeable boner. With a very flustered look she told me now is not the time to be a horn dog. She continued, "You don't understand, I'm having a serious diarrhea emergency, it's so bad. I can't hold it until we get home, I need to poop right now." I wish I could have savored the look of her pure diarrhea agony. Her face was was just slightly red, and in addition to fidgeting and shifting her weight she was nervously rubbing her thigh. She very carefully but briskly walked over to the only closed door on the upstairs. When she pulled on it, it was locked. It was no doubt the bathroom and the owners probably locked it to keep customers from stealing. My wife groaned in agony and kept shifting her weight even more noticeably. "Are you fucking kidding me? I have to POOP!" Her face was very red now and was pleading with me to do something. I told her I would go talk to the family running the sale, who were downstairs operating the cash register. It was a kindly old lady who chatting with everyone like she knew for years (and I'm sure she did). Thankfully all the traffic was downstairs as most of the things for sale were set up in the living room and garage, nobody seemed interested in the second floor. I'm sure the last thing my wife wanted would have been trying to act normal in front of these ancient customers while she tried her hardest not to shit her leggings. I truly felt bad because I just sort of stood there for five minutes waiting for the customer in front of my to finish his sale. Ironically, I noticed a hand written "Ask Cashier for Bathroom Key." I'm also sure nobody was using the bathroom because of the inconvenience of it. Right as the dude in front of me walked away I felt my phone buzz, knowing full well it was my wife texting me. I anxiously wanted to read it but had to ask for the bathroom key first. I politely, if not awkwardly, explained to the nice lady that my wife needed to use the bathroom but was too embarrassed to ask for the key. Though she made me leave the things I was holding in my hands so I couldn't steal them, she gave me the key all the same. As I started walking back up the stairs I quickly checked my phone. She had texted me, "I know you're taking long on purpose! Please hurry up and do something now or my poop is gonna come out!" Approaching the bathroom my wife was now hunched over clutching her stomach and very firmly pressing her butt against the door. Her eyes lit up seeing me holding a key. "Oh my god, open this door right now or I'm messing in this hallway." "Okay, but I'm coming in with you." I said firmly. She tried to protest, "No! It's diarrhea! Please don't watch this time!" I started to walk the other way slyly saying "Okay, I'll tell the lady you went and give her the key back" I could tell she was frustrated, flustered, and extremely desperate. "GOD! Fine, get the fuck in her then!!" I opened the bathroom and locked it behind us once we were both in. It was small, and a little cramped, but I didn't care. I couldn't help but look at my wife's giant ass as she pulled her leggings down. The rim clanked really down when she quickly plopped down on the toilet. I got down on my knees and started rubbing and squeezing her squishy thighs as she started. The splatters and splashes of her diarrhea echoed in the bathroom and I'm sure anyone that would have been standing in the hallway could have heard her pooping. I was extremely erect now and the smell of her diarrhea was rank as fuck. I took a nice, big, inhale and rubbed my boner a little. After three minutes of pure ecstasy watching my wife have emergency diarrhea she was finally done. I rubbed my boner through my pants more as I watched her wipe her butt, and she even let me take a quick peek at all her shit in the bowl after she stood up before flushing. I crossed my fingers that nobody would nobody would see us both coming out of the bathroom together. Thankfully it was still empty. My wife's rancid poop smell immediately flooded into the hallway as I was locking the door back up. 'Oh my god, I feel so much better now! That was one of the most desperate poop emergencies I've ever had. If you would have been, like, 40 seconds slower I honestly wouldn't have been able to hold it anymore." The rest of the day went great, and we some awesome antiques, but all day I just kept reminding my wife of how turned on I was and loud and stinky her poop was, hehehe.

Hello all! This is the first chapter of a new small mini fanfic I've been writing in my spare time. It's kind of an inspiration of Dog Days and Konosuba mixed into one. The first chapter is very messing oriented as a disclaimed, so only read if you're into that! It's relatively short and I know the characters aren't really that fleshed out yet, but I might continue and work on this more in the future if people enjoy it and I have the time! Characters Chapter 1 “Silvie! Behind you!” “Hahh..!” Thrusting myself to the side, I just narrowly avoid the slam of a vine-like arm. My name, as you might have guessed, is Silvie. I am a member of this realms adventuring guild and the leader of a three-person party. We team up every week to hunt notorious monsters with high bounties and split the reward evenly between us. Part of the anthropoid race, I am a wolf breed blessed with a natural affinity for offensive magic. I have purple eyes and long silver hair. So long, in fact, it almost reaches all the way to my butt! The one shouting my name is Yukikaze, though we just call her Yuki. She’s a short girl with equally short light turquoise hair. Like me, she is also an anthropoid, but of the dog race and a user of support and healing magic. The ugly thing standing in front of us is our bounty. A morbol with a particularly high price on its head. They are disgusting land-dwelling plant based creatures that somewhat resemble an octopus. An ugly octopus. Gracefully landing a few feet back from the vine that just attacked me, my hand has already reached out to prepare for an offensive spell. With my eyes closed in concentration, a rune circle soon forms in front of my hand before I shout out “fireball!” and an explosive blast comes flying out, severing one of the morbol’s arms and sending it into a frenzy. “Silvie, you’re just pissing it off!” shouts my lime-green-haired companion. Her name is Eclair. She is also an anthropoid, a dog girl like Yukikaze. Though, unlike most of our kind, she relies more on physical attacks than magic. More specifically, she is a dagger user that just uses low-level wind magic to amplify her attacks. “Shut up, I can’t concentrate with all these damned vines coming from every direction!” I shout, narrowly avoiding another one of its attacks. “I’ll keep it distracted, you just focus on blasting it down!” Daggers in hand, Eclair plants a foot firmly behind her, a magic circle forming around her feet before launching her forward with tremendous force, her daggers making quick work of the vines as she flies forward and keeps the frenzied creature occupied long enough for me to set up for my next attack. Now able to truly focus, I close my eyes and begin charging up the most powerful spell I can muster. The more powerful the spell, the longer it takes to charge, and with your mind closed off and vulnerable you have to put a lot of faith in your companions to keep you safe. But with the three of us in sync, it only takes a minute before I’ve finally finished preparations, a large magic circle now covering the sky above us. Everything seems to be going great, before.. Thwap! The enraged morbol lands a hit on Eclair, sending her flying in the other direction as the creature’s attention quickly shifts back to me. “Crap.” I think. I should move, but if I do, the spell will cancel, and all the mana I’ve poured into it will have been wasted. With all our mana potions spent just clearing the way to get here, I won’t even have time to cast it again. Meaning, if I don’t pull this off now, we’ll end up having to retreat and try again tomorrow. Assuming someone else doesn’t claim the bounty before then. No way I’m risking someone swooping in and stealing our hard work. I can do this! With Yukikaze rushing over to aid and heal Eclair, I’m left on my own. It’s all or nothing. “Silvie, don’t be stupid, get out of there!” “Shut up, I got this!” Closing my eyes, I finish the final stages of the incantation, shouting out the final words.. “Explosion!!” With the sky turning a crimson red, the mana circle replaced by a bright light that shoots downwards right through the morbol’s skull, a blast wave completely decimating the creatures health before it explodes back into a cloud of aether that whisks away into the wind. “Hahaha! Did you see that, I co-ack!” Bursting into a coughing fit, I soon realize my attack was just a moment too slow. The damn creature got off an attack before I could set off the explosion, and in the flash of light I couldn’t even see it. Bolting out of the noxious poison cloud that was rapidly surrounding me, I feel my vision going blurry and my insides churning. “Silvie!” I barely hear as Yukikaze rushes to my side, quickly mustering up a healing and dispelling incantation that, at the very least, brings my senses back to normal. “I’m.. I’m fine.” I say, still hunched over and trying to catch my breath. “You don’t look fine. What were you thinking?!” A now fully healed Eclair shouts, rushing to my side herself. “Hey, we beat it, and that’s what matters! It will take more than a weak attack like that to take me d-nngh!” As I move to stand up again, a sharp pressure in my gut sends me back to my knees, stomach gurgling with a vengeance. Strangely, it doesn’t really hurt.. like poison attacks usually do, and Yuki should have been able to dispel anything immediately dangerous. In reality, it kinda just feels like I need to.. Grrrgglll..! ..Oh, no. Not that. Not now. Not here! “Silvie, take it easy! Let me get you an antidote.” Fffrrtt.. Nnnhh.. Oh god. There’s no time. I have to move. Now. “I-I’m fine. Really. Let’s just leave. Preferably right now.” Pushing myself up, I compose myself before taking a few steps forward. It seems like the pressure is subsiding a bit, but out of nowhere I find my body suddenly sent stumbling backwards with a strong jolt shooting up my spine. Yoink! “Eeyahhh!!” I give out an involuntary yelp as the sensitive nerves in my tail all fire at once, looking backwards to see a stern-faced dog girl thwarting my escape with a firm grip on my tail. “Don’t be a hard-head! Take your safety seriously for once!” Eclair chastises. “S-Silvie, if you’re still hurting, at least let me give you an antidote.” stutters Yuki as she quickly rummages through her bag. “I’m fine! I’m not in pain. Really. See? No pain at all! Now let’s just go ple-” Unf! Eclair, now blocking my path, jabs her fist into my gut without warning. “E-Eclair!” shouts an equally startled Yuki. “W-what the hell was that for?!” I cry out, nearly falling to my knees as my hands clutch my stomach “You’re fine, huh?! I barely touched you. You’ve been clutching yourself like that non-stop. What do you think you’re going to accomplish trying to act so-” Pfffrrbllrrrtt! “..tough? Uhh.. S-Silvie..?” O-oh god, please no. My cheeks feel like they’re on fire now. I didn’t even feel that coming. “Wait.. the reason you’re.. is it because you just need to..? P-pffhh..! Hahaha! Why didn’t you just say that?” Eclair, now fully aware of my situation, opts to replace her concern with bursts of laughter instead. Great. Thanks so much for your concern you little brat. “S-shut up! Just help me get out of here before I.. I.. Oh gods.” With another abrupt cramp, my body develops a mind of its own, quivering and buckling over in pure desperation. I can feel a tingling in my backside as my little remaining control wanes. Gods, what did that thing do to me? It feels like a literal mountain is about to collapse into my gut! Grrrgrrgrllll! Eclair now taking a step backwards as her sensitive ears twitch, apparently picking up what the vicious rumbling in my tummy means. “W-wait, don’t tell me you’re really about to..” I try to take a step forward, but am immediately frozen in my tracks again. My body won’t respond. I can feel my tail swaying, my knees growing weak as the pressure in my gut makes its way further down, my cheeks burning even redder as another vicious eruption of gas escapes my backside. Fffhrrrbllrttt! But what begins as just gas is quickly followed up by a warm mushy feeling that pushes and forces its way through my bottom cheeks, my legs trembling as my body outright denies all efforts to stop it. As the first bit of mess makes it way through, I can feel my pants beginning to tent the out slightly, before another cramp hits and forces my body to double over and grunt involuntarily, and then the inevitable happens. Crklrcklrckl.. Shhpfffllorrrbbbrrrrrtttt! Starting out as a small ball in the seat of my pants, it quickly erupts and balloons outwards with several noisy, crackly explosive sound effects, completely emptying my belly of all its contents. Splorrrtchh! The warm mountain of mush now completely voiding itself without mercy, spreading across my cheeks in all directions and filling almost every inch of my tightly clad behind. “Hahh.. hah.. wah..” All I can do is wail and moan out as the last of the mess settles. Gods. Somehow the first thing that comes to my mind is just.. that felt SOO good. I’ve never felt so relieved in my life. It’s only moments later, when the stench hits, and the icky warm sensation settles in, that I snap out of it.. and feel almost every drop of blood in my body rushing to my cheeks all at once. Staring in sheer shock, my green-haired companion just stutters out “Oh.. Oh m-my god. You.. you really.. Hah-hahaha! Silvie, holy crap! How do you even keep that much in you?” Reaching back, I carefully pat my backside to inspect the damage.. ..and it’s somehow even worse than I expected. My tail instinctively lowers itself in a pitiful attempt to hide my shame. By this point, I can feel tears welling up in my cheeks. God.. I haven’t had an accident since I was a little pup. Now here I am with a mountain of filth in my pants.. in front of two people I’m supposed to be the leader of. “U-uhm, S-Silvie?” I look over to see Yuki with her hand outstretched, a crystal vial with a purple liquid in hand and “antidote” written on the label. “I-it might be a bit late, but..” I just sigh and push the bottle away. “No.. I’m.. I’m fine now. Really this time. Let’s just.. get out of here, please.” Pat pat Looking up with tears still in my eyes, I see Eclair standing in front of me, ruffling my hair and her previous laugher now replaced with a gentle smile. “Don’t look sad, Silvie~. You couldn’t control it. On the bright side, maybe this will teach you to be a little more careful, huh?” Letting out a sigh, I wipe the tears from my eyes. And I’m supposed to be the party leader here.. “Y-you’re not going to tell anyone about this, right?” Eclair gives a few more gentle pats before grabbing my hand and pulling me along. “Of-course not, but, Silvie. I’m going to be honest. You reaally~ stink, so we definitely are getting you a bath before we head back into town.” Feeling fire return to my cheeks again, I barely resist giving the girl a swift kick in the rear. “O-oh shut it, like you’d smell any better in my situation!”

This is a section for any random, assorted stories that i feel the need to, am bribed to, or otherwise coerced into writing in the year of 2020. Read at your own peril, desire, etc. For more up-to-date Faust writing, join the Omo.org Discord and check out the interactives. (Updated semi-frequently) Assorted Story 1: An Expert on Explosions (Edition 1) [Tags: Wetting, Messing, generally faffing with Canon, Konosuba) Rrrrrg…..Rrrrrg… “Easy….We’re almost there…” It had been a long trek from the village, but the guild hall was finally in sight. The promise of work, pay, and most importantly, food awaited inside… “Just...gotta….endure...it..a little longer...” It had been several days since her last meal, as her stomach was all too keen to remind her. She didn’t have any money, and she was far too feeble to go hunting for wild animals… But, there was a chance… If she could find a party that would take her, and get even a single job…… She could get enough money to buy some food for her sister, and make it just a little while longer…. The hall was bustling with adventurers of many shapes and sizes, yet despite such a variety of people… “You think that maybe we should lower our recruitment standards just a little bit?” “Nonsense! I’m a Goddess, they’ll be lining up to party with me! Just you wait!” They were an unusual pair, indeed. A boy with short brown hair with a green tracksuit… And a girl with elegant, dark blue clothes...With bright blue hair, that trailed down her back, and an overly perky smile... “Yeah, but considering we're a starter party...” the boy calls, rolling his eyes. “You think maybe only wanting advanced classes a bit unreasonable?" “But I'm the Goddess Aqua!” the blue haired girl replies, indignantly. “I'll accept nothing less than the best! And you, of course.. Kazuma.” “Nnn.. but what kind of advanced class is so hard up for work they'll help a party like ours?” Kazuma replied back. “I'm a low level adventurer, and you're a useless Godd-.” “Ahem...” Even compared to the two, she knew she stood out. A petite body, with a knee-length red dress.... A large, wide-brimmed hat that was stitched to resemble a mouth on it.....A bright red eyepatch over her face, fingerless gloves, and bandages over her leg. Her one visible eye shimmered a brilliant crimson.... And, though her stomach felt like it was digesting itself out of desperation, she struck a prominent pose, flourishing her hands over her face. To do any less would be unbecoming of her clan, regardless of her state. “I'm here to apply for your party.” she stated, fingers going over her eyes, but parted to permit her vision. “I am a mage of the crimson demon clan, who commands the most powerful Magic: Explosion! My name is Megumin!” People around whispered a few things out of her earshot, but Aqua's eyes lit up.... Beaming. “Ooh! See Kazuma? I told you that our flyer would work!” "I....see...” the boy responded, looking her up and down. "I'm not so sure I want some kind of jailbait mage in our party. People stare enough as it is...” “J..Jailbait?!” the Crimson demon answered, indignantly. “I...I am not jailbait! I'm the most prestigious mage of the Crimson Demon clan! My skills are unparalleled! My might, unquestionable....” “The crimson demon clan are powerful mages..!” Aqua whispered to the boy, behind a raised palm. “There's no sense in denying her offering to help, is there? Worse comes worse, you can just...” "Alright, alright...” the boy relented, leaning back in his chair. "Tell me Miss Crimson demon...” “Megumin.” "What's the catch? Why would you ally yourself with our party? Surely, if you're as great as you say you are, you'd have no trouble getting a more competent group than me and the useless Go-” An interrogation cut short by the small girl suddenly falling forward, her petite body finally giving out from it's lack of energy. For all his sniping, Kazuma leapt from his chair at this, and hurriedly moved to the girl's side. "Hey, Loli-mage! Are you okay? What happened..?” It took nearly every ounce of life in her body to answer..... Mustering only a single word..... “Food......” It was enough to get her message across, as by the time Megumin's eyes opened again, she was sitting before a veritable smorgasbord of odds, ends, and flavors... Kazuma and Aqua positioned on the sides of the table, as he gave her a wave of his hand. "Go on, eat.” he assured, a hand rubbing his head. "Not gonna let you starve... Even if I don't think you're going to be of much use. I mean, what can a little loli mage like you do?” She wanted to respond. She wanted to answer him, and explain to him that age has no bearing on ability, that she could easily take care of the entire guild hall at once if she desired. That any party would be lucky to have her.... ... However, that would require doing things like breathing and not-eating... Both things she'd had more than her fair share of over the past few days.... "Jeez, I didn't think you were that hungry." the talkative boy replied, as she nearly shoveled tray after tray of whatever she could get her hands on. "Do you just Not eat for days on end or something?” There was more silence, a leer from her one visible eye....And then right back into devouring as much as she could muster in a short time frame, as if they would pull the plates from under her any second.... "If you don't slow down, you're gonna upset your stomach!” he added on, as the girl's body considered her food intake to be sufficient to snap back. “The crimson demon clan have stomachs of steel!” she stated, wiping her face with her sleeve. “'Tis a meager offering by our standards, but it will do for my services, Adventurer and companion whose hair is like the sea!" "If you say so....” the brown haired boy answered, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm Kazuma, that's Aqua.” If Megumin herself was eating quickly, it seemed to be nothing compared to how Aqua was practically inhaling certain foods that Megumin hadn't finished, looking much less regal than her attire suggested..... As she similarly knocked back a large glass of what Megumin figured was the tavern's booze... "So, what service do you request of me, the great Crimson Demon?" she called, as Kazuma looked to Aqua... and then rubbing the back of his head, sheepishly. "Well there are these frogs you see....” As soon as the trays were cleared, the group was off! Megumin felt better than she had for weeks with all of the food in her belly, as Kazuma explained the sit0tion.. They were dealing with frogs. Giant frogs, that were seemingly resistant to physical blows. Given the party was of a Cleric, and a lowly adventurer, they were all too happy to have someone with some more literal firepower...... Of which, she was truly unparalleled. None could rival the might of her.. Grrrrgggg.... A hand went over the petite mage's stomach as she felt it grumbling... Not in hunger, but in another sense...As she hastily planted her hand at her side before the adventurer could notice... "So, we were hoping that you could help us finish them off.” Kazuma finished, seemingly not noticing her light pause. "We'll give you a fair cut of the reward and all, and I've already managed to kill one. So, it should work out.” "O...Of course it will." she stated, feeling a bit of sweat beading up on her forehead. "For a mage of my level, this is no more troubling than a morning jog!" "If you say so..." The frogs were definitely gigantic, that was true. Each one looked about the size of the common hut in the woods, or even some of the larger caravans that people traversed in. Though they weren't very aggressive, they'd defend themselves if something was too close to them.. Which unfortunately, included things like buildings, statues, and farms that were built on uneven ground. Outside of protecting livestock, and preventing property damage, people would sometimes hunt the frogs for their meat as well... Which lead to a strangely addicting, if weird textured taste when properly grilled.... The thought made Megumin's mouth water, even after having such a big meal.... Grrrggg...Grrrrg...... Something her body was getting a little too keen to remind her on, as Kazuma pointed at one of the frogs by it's lonesome, staring at a tree amidst the wide open field. "Alright, show us what you can do, Loli mage!." Kazuma stated, as the girl put the thought out of her mind... 'It’ll pass' she thought, quietly to herself. 'I'll take care of this, and I shouldn't have to worry....' Magic was.... a troublesome factor in a person's life. It was something most adventurers could pick up, and it was very useful for a medley of things... However, one's magic was limited by their MP, which was an innate thing that people were nearly incapable of changing, and outside of some very precious gems, one could only expend so much energy to cast spells, based on your own innate talent. If you lacked the MP, you could sometimes substitute your own energy for a mana deficiency...Though, most mages refused to let their bodies get to that point, preferring instead to retreat and recover. Megumin was such a big eater, because unlike them...As an expert from the crimson demon clan... 'I can use that excess energy to fuel my spell..' she thought to herself, as she closed her eyes....And began a chant. "In the beginning, there was naught.....And then, there was this..." the girl started, holding out her magic staff, as energy started to crackle around her. "That which brought about the beginning of all things, and which will bring about your end! Feel the might of the most powerful spell known to humanity, which birthed all, and bests all..." The very air around the frog started to glow a bright orange, as a circle formed around it... "Hear thine name, and cease your existence...... EXXXXXXXPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSION!" It was not a simple bang, a whimper, a flutter, or even a slam.... It was, as the name suggested, an impossibly loud, incinerating, devastating, OVERWHELMING blast of raw, concentrated mana, that didn't just engulf, but completely vaporize the frog from the plane of existence, leaving behind scorch marks....Flickering embers, and the smell of cooked frog meat in the air.... It was the greatest magic, and the one she was known for... The explosion mage, Megumin.... "Holy shit.... She did it!" Kazuma called, wide eyed. "Now THAT is real magic! Oh man, we really lucked out after all finding that Loli Mage! She's perfect, she's great, she's..." Fwump.... The petite mage fell face-first into the grassy field, her whole body frozen up, and feeling almost completely drained of the energy she had before.... Her muscles relaxed to a degree that she could barely muster a chuckle... Her face fell slack for a bit, and her tongue was dangerously close to falling out of her mouth as she laid flat.... The downside of such a dangerous magic readily evident.... Yes, it was the most powerful spell known to man.... And, while she could theoretically cast it.... "Wh..what happened?! Is this some kind of 'Turn your HP into MP' so now you're on death's door kind of spell?" Megumin couldn't quite muster an affirmation yet, so she tried to blink very obviously.... It was once for yes, two for no, wasn't it..? "Gah... I was hoping we could wipe out the field, but we have to get out of here..." the boy called, as he turned to Aqua. "Come on, we gotta..." Megumin couldn't see what happened, but based on the yells that rang to her ears, she could only imagine that the other girl got... attacked by one of the frogs. They weren't incredibly dangerous, but they had a wide palette for food..... ... Which she was now acutely aware that she was a sitting.... Laying duck for the very beings to come and gobble up.... Yet, thankfully, the warmth that came around her body wasn't of a tongue trying to pull her in, but of someone's body, lifting her up to carry... "That spell's way too dangerous..." the boy's voice rang to her as she recovered enough energy to open her eyes, already halfway to town. "You definitely can't be casting that if you want to be with us. You're too vulnerable after it..." She opened her mouth to protest, feeling the lightest of feeling in her feet again... But... Grrrrrrrrgggg....Grrrrrggglllle... Something else had taken ample opportunity of her recovery time, what was once a harmless gurgle had grown into a very troubling weight.... That she could feel on it's path downward and outward... "And people are going to ask questions if they see me carrying around a little girl like this after every mission, and.." "Can't..." the girl answered, as she tried to tense, and clench up her bottom......Feeling the pressure mounting it's attack on her dignity.... "Ah? Whattya mean you can't?" the boy answered, seemingly unaware of her plight....as she tried to stiffen her body up. "I...can't..." she started, softly...Before trying to put on a brave face. "I can't...cast other kinds of magic...! It's only...Only explosion....!" "WHAT?!" Kazuma yelled, stopping in place as they arrived in town, and jarring her tiny body. "You mean you don't know any other magic?! You're as bad as Aqua!" "Hey, I heard that!" The petite mage couldn't argue the point, the sudden stop feeling like someone shoved on her ailing tummy, as if telling her urge to hurry along, as she felt the weight getting closer and closer to disaster.... She usually could cast her spell off in time to use the energy from her food and avoid this... But, perhaps with her rabid consumption, she may have in fact taken in more than she could process... As the boy groaned... "No wonder you had to come to us! Nobody would take someone whose only skill makes them pass out! That's just stupid...!" "P...Please...." she stated weakly, feeling the pressure starting to surmount.. Frrrt..Frrrrt.... "Please what? I'm already carrying you back! Thanks for the help and all, but i don't think i can handle another dead weight to lug around on my team.." "Y..you don't understand.." she pleaded, her eyes near tears as she squeezed with all of her remaining might... Still feeble, and weakened from her magic The idea of being tossed aside again was horrible... Terrifying.... Mortifying even.... Horrid memories seemed to take form in her stomach, further weighing down the pressure that was budding.... swelling.....descending at a rapid pace as she thought of her her sister, her clan, and of her very name....... So, with all of her other options threatening to slip away from her, and more than opportunity knocking at the door, the boy threatening to slam the door in her face... .She went for the last, most drastic, and definitively most effective option... Frrrrrrrrt....Crk.. "A...Alrrrrrrriiiiiiight!" she screamed, loud enough to get everyone's attention. "I..I...i really didn't want...nngh...it to come to this, but if it's the only way to get you to ac....acc...accept me...I'll do it...! I'll....I'll...I'll cater to your.......Little girl ffffff...Fantassssssiiiiiessssssss!!!" Crrrrk...brrrrrrttt... There was no stopping it at this point.... She could feel the pressure of lunch, processed into energy and waste pushing and forcing it's way out from under her dress... Her poor, cotton black panties sporting a now bulging tent that grew with every passing second.... "Nnnnn....Nnnnnghhhh....I'm.....I'm....m..m..messing myself...for you.." she sniveled, her face burning bright red as very real tears came to her eyes. "I..in front of all of these people... D..d..dadd-" "Sshhhhh!!! Stop, Stop! People are staring!" Kazuma quickly stifled, rocking back and holding her against him. "Y..You can stay, you can stay! Just..stop making a scene..!" The most effective persuasion of all: Blackmail. However, though she now had her party... Frrrttt..crckle...crckle.... It didn't stall her stomach's release any further, as she continued to shame, and mess herself...The uncomfortably warm, mushy sensation encompassing her rear end... Psssss...sssshhhhh... As the front of her panties were assaulted as well, with warm wetness she couldn't fight back.....Trickling down her legs, and warming her body in the most troubling of ways.... (Along with soaking the boy's track jacket) Yet, once she could get cleaned up and do some laundry, she would now have a source of income for her family, and for herself! ... Even if whispered hushes now occasionally mentioned that she was an expert on different kinds of explosions than her magic...... A small price to pay for an honest living.

This is Chapter One of a larger story. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. -- On Travelling Light "When hiking in the wilderness, one should always travel light." It was a wise and time-tested adage, but as Alexander Privost was about to learn, there was more than one way the piece of traditional wisdom should be heeded. When the morning sun came filtering through the tropical treetops and onto the thin fabric of the tent, Alex was awoken with two thoughts. The first was the wonderfully warm and humid weather, along with a uniquely heavy and lethargic feeling to his body, which together was very conducive to him staying in his bedroll and sleeping a bit longer; the second was that he was not alone. He thankfully remembered shortly after exactly why. -- He'd been between expeditions, nursing a drink in an open-air bar near the port, and trying to plot the best route to his next destination, a fishing town near a freshwater lake several miles up north. The young adult tabby was no novice adventurer and if his gearpack and rough clothing didn't tell the tale, his lithe and fit body surely would. Between sips, he'd found the stool next to his occupied by a rather attractive young lynx. He'd thought nothing of it at first, until she rather pointedly leaned in to pore over his map, quietly remarking, "Don't take the trade road. There's a team of highwaymen working right around here," she indicated a blind curve on the map with a light drag of her foreclaw, "and they've paid off the local patrols." Normally, Alex have been annoyed by the blasé interruption, but her perception and helpful recommendation gave him pause. She beamed at him with eager green eyes and an energetic smile when he lifted his gaze from the map. "Penelope," she chimed. "Call me Penny." He gently, perhaps a little unsurely, shook her proffered hand. "Alexander. Alex. You've uh... got a pretty keen eye. Are you local?" She shook her head, long locks of black hair shimmering in the strong afternoon sun. "No. Not, natively, anyway. I was born on a merchant ship," She chuckled. "Traveling is in my blood, I've been doing it as long as I could walk, though, and this is one of my favorite ports." She patted Alex's travel pack, which sat on the floor between them. "Forgive me, I saw your gear and the map and I just couldn't help myself." Alex gave a good-natured chuckle and leaned over the map, circling the bend in the road she'd pointed out with a charcoal pencil and leaning back. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked. "It's the least I could do for your help." Penny raised her eyebrows, cordial smile curling into a coy grin. "Tell you what, if you buy us dinner I could help you a lot more than that." Afternoon wore on to evening, finding them moved on from the bar to a tavern on the docks. A collection of maps and charts intermingled upon a back booth table with several empty plates and bowls, and a couple empty tankards of mead. The maps were covered in charcoal pencil marks, outlining a path through the wilderness to the destination he'd planned; some shortcuts, some detours, and some resting places. The trip would take the better part of a day and a half, but the eager and provably expert young lynx knew her stuff. Alex hiccupped and burped quietly, and reflected that he had sure enough paid for dinner... but Penny had paid for the second and third helpings, of which he'd had the majority share. How he'd managed that, he wasn't quite sure, but he had a faint recollection of some food finding its way to his mouth without the use of his own hands. Penny chuckled, arms behind her head across the booth from Alex, eyes half-lidded and that now familiar smirk gracing her maw again. "Well, I suppose we should be glad we plotted a more challenging route than the main road. We've got some calories to burn off." Alex gave his own sheepish grin, the full weight of his consumption manifesting in a slowly dawning sensation of acute fullness and a touch of embarrassment, a single hand gingerly cradling his middle. Penny sensed his apprehension and began rolling up the maps, carefully stowing them in her own travel pack. "What say we get some shuteye? I have a feeling we're both gonna need some time to sleep it off and we need to set out early." Alex nodded, before realizing he'd failed to book a room. He'd planned to after charting his route at the bar, but Penny had proven to be very distracting. Very distracting. Almost as distracting as the fact that the lynx had taken the tabby's hand, guiding him out the door and into the cool costal night air. The idea that the lynx had cunningly coaxed his solo expedition into a trip for two didn't even dawn on him. As they trodded on down the moonlit streets of the sleeping town, he did, however, think to protest. Things were moving quickly - and not just literally, given the brisk pace they took wasn't easing the aching fullness in his tummy - but he'd just met the girl this afternoon. She wasn't unattractive; in fact, the way her youthful, curved figure moved in the silhouette of the blue-gold moonlight, and the way her hair sparkled in a way that almost made it blend with the distant inky waves of the ocean certainly helped with his unease, but Alex was a travel-wise cat. He had the uncanny feeling he was being led into a trap. He finally let his training win out, and as he opened his mouth to protest, he realized they'd already been past the front desk of a fairly reputable inn, paid for the night, and were halfway through the door of one of the upstairs rooms. Perhaps, he figured, he'd let himself get into trouble. He'd been in worse, after all. What followed was fairly predictable. They made small talk on the bed for a couple minutes before Penny unbuttoned her linen top, while Alex turned down the gas lamps with an outstretched arm. They made love once, fumbled around a little, then again, although perhaps a little less frantically than two people their age and vim normally would. Alex's stomach still was badly full, and each time he got a little too lost in the throes of mating, it reminded him with a groan and twinge of ache. Penny had done most of the work, he decided to himself honestly at the end and collapsed into the mattress, exhausted. Within a few minutes, he was deep asleep, and his body finally found peace enough to focus on the task at hand. Penny, however, was wide awake and watching. Once she was sure he was asleep, she scooted a little closer to him, and carefully lifted his top. He was laying on his back; his stomach protruded decently, but not outlandishly so below his ribs - the cat's light and agile frame was not accustomed to the amount of food he'd forced down, even if his active lifestyle did mean he occasionally had a fairly high caloric intake. It grumbled and churned restlessly between his breaths, and after a few moments, she could resist no longer, laying next to him and resting her head right on top of it - gently at first, so as not to wake him, but then easing the weight on until she was comfortable, listening to his stuffed tum squeeze and digest the meal(s) within. Admittedly, however, her thoughts weren't quite in the present. No, she was rather thinking of the days ahead, and with those thoughts in mind, she finally began to drift off to sleep. Alex awoke first, but the hefty groan that squeezed its way out of his maw ensured Penny followed shortly after. He felt like he'd ingested a particularly dense and roughly as ornery stone, and the lynx laying half-atop him certainly wasn't helping his gumption to rise. Mercifully, however, she rose, bare breasts and slim body lit from behind by the grey-blue, fickle glow of the distant sunrise approaching from beyond the horizon. Even he couldn't quite help cracking a half way, crooked smile. She returned the look with an amorous, sleepy grin, tail batting coyly on the mattress. "I'd letcha keep looking," she said, unsubtly arching her back, "but we need to get a move on if we're going to make time." He gave a playful protest in the form of another groan, but began to wrestle his own nude frame out of bed, eventually standing bare and stretching. She took her return on investment gazing at his shapely, round rear for as long as it took for him to get some shorts on, then set to work getting herself dressed. A few minutes later, they headed back downstairs and onto the patio to have breakfast before departing, laying the maps out once again to review the path. They'd follow the North road out of town, but only as far as a mile or two before detouring onto an old hunting trail, and into the dense forest from there. Alex was still mildly suffering from the generous portion or three that he'd packed down the night before, but his stomach was empty, and breakfast being the most important meal of the day (besides lunch and dinner,) he took a generous portion of fresh eggs and salted meats with coffee. Penny supped on eggs on toast and some tea. After both taking their fill, they packed and set out. Grey-blue turned to violet and gold, the sun cresting the hills behind them as they crossed the town's border. Ahead of them, a major dirt road about three motor-carriages wide wound before them, lined on either side by rough weeds and grass, and then by ancient, towering, and dense redwoods. The lynx led the way with the tabby not far behind, admiring her natural bounce with each step as they paced on. The going was easy despite the slight grade as they climbed a lazy knoll that marked their approach to the foothills of the King Mountains. Penny hummed a rhythm to the padding of her feet that Alex found merry, and after a time, he paused. "What song is that? I've never heard it before." She glanced behind herself for a moment, not stopping her pace. "It's a tune that the steamer hands have picked up recently, it's been stuck in my head since I got in to port last week." She turned her head forward, singing boldly with a bellow that Alex was surprised a body like hers could produce, "There were two lofty ships from old 'Ellen came, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; One was the Prince of Windward, and the other Prince of Dames, Cruising down along the coast of the High Palm Tree. " 'Aloft there, aloft!' our jolly boatswain cries, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; 'Look ahead, look astern, look aweather and alee, Look along down the coast of the High Palm Tree.' " Alex hummed along as she continued and he had time to pick up the tune, and before he knew it, they'd left the road and were into the trailhead. Purple yellow turned to verdant hues as the rising sun became sheltered below the canopy and scattered by the low grass around them, songbirds and the whisper winds of the tall trees filling the soundscape around them. The pace went from even and rhythmic to more deliberate and jaunty, following the lynx over roots, around fallen logs, and through tight clearings where the greens threatened to reclaim the long untended trail. It was about then that Alex realized he might have a problem. With every jaunt and swing, he could feel his laden insides bounce and lurch, throwing off his balance and making him acutely aware of how much he'd ingested. He was also fairly aware of a lingering unease within as his meal from the night before continued southward, weighing down somewhere behind his bellybutton. Despite his active lifestyle and decent appetite, the tabby knew he'd grossly overindulged and would be paying for it soon. "Hey!" Alex perked. Penny had stopped about a quarter cable ahead, arms folded, tail coiling and uncoiling behind her. "Slowpoke, we'll never make it to the marker before sundown at this rate." The tabby picked up the pace, joining her after a moment of awkward jogging or two. "Something bothering you? ...Eat too much?" Alex nodded sheepishly, not quite noticing the half-singsong tone she'd taken on the last half of her inquiry. An inquisitive index finger of the lynx's found and prodded Alex's mostly unguarded belly, eliciting a grumpy "Hey!" from him. She retorted with a precocious growl-chuckle, chasing it with a "Hey nothing, you. C'mon, work it off!" And with that, she set off again at a brisk pace, and gritting his teeth, Alex followed, along with his burdened belly. Things didn't get much easier from there. Light groans and shifts from within Alex's belly turned longer, deeper, and lower, and before long he was beginning to feel gassy. Digestion was taking its toll on the cat, and as the minutes dragged into the better part of an hour, he could swear he was heavier than he was when he'd set off on the hike. Another problem was beginning to brew as well, literally; the coffee he'd drank earlier had sunk through his body and was filling his bladder. A tense, dull tingling inside reminded him of it with each footfall. Mercifully, they reached their first checkpoint on the map - the ruins of a temple from ages long past. Nestled against a cliff and largely hidden by the growing thickness of the trees surrounding them, the mist from the canopy intermingled whimsically with the remains of its clay roof. They found a relatively safe spot to sit, rest, stretch, and in Alex's case, fidget. Penny sensed his restlessness and scooted closer to him and rub his shoulders. "Feeling any better?" Alex shook his head. "I feel like my entire body is out of rhythm. I might need to take a break soon." Penny feigned ignorance, leaning in to nuzzle at the left side of his cheek. "We are taking a break, silly." Alex huffed. "Not that kind of break." His gut let out a low bubbling to punctuate his statement. The lynx giggled and let her hands drop to Alex's tummy and give it a couple pats. "Poor boy." Alex smiled sheepishly, and Penelope stood up and stretched. "Well, I suppose I could take a leak, myself. Ladies first~!" She stood and wandered off out of sight before he could protest. She slunk behind the stonework of the structure, dropping her trousers and squatting, letting the leaves and grass tickle her rear, before sighing out and letting her stream flow gently from her body. A mild mist rose from below her as it tinkled and trickled betwixt the plants under her butt, pooling in a natural divot in the dirt a couple feet away. While she did her business, she marveled at the natural beauty of the ornate grey and white stone - hewn with primitive tools into ornate columns and arches - and how nature intermingled in vines and sprouts in the absence of its founders and caretakers. She took a minute to work out her plans for the day - not of traveling, they had those plans down pat - but her rather more dubious ones with her traveling companion. She could read his body language pretty well - his body was obviously working its way through his massive intake and preparing to rid itself of the excess, she mused, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity, so she pondered a little on how she could manage to keep him ripe and bottom heavy. A devious idea struck her, and she chewed on her lower lip a little as her stream dwindled to a stop. She hiked up her shorts but left the top two buttons deliberately undone as she made her way back up to the temple. Alex was a little disoriented to say the least. The weight and bloating in his guts curled ever lower and grew in noise and discomfort with each passing minute, and the anticipation of coming relief wasn't helping. He jumped a bit when Penny tapped his shoulder. "Jeez. We should be glad you followed my advice, daydreamer, or those bandits would have eaten you for breakfast." He managed a bashful smile. "My turn?" Alex asked sarcastically, rising gingerly and wincing as his guts redistributed the weight within him with an audible, thick gurgle. He wasn't expecting Penny to reply with a "Maybe~" and a soft peck to his lips. The tabby didn't quite understand, and figured perhaps she was trying to be funny or flirty, but when he tried to pass her after returning her smooch distractedly, she stepped back in front of him, both hands gripping - gently, but with a sense of importance - his hips. "...Penny?" He asked. "I uh, gotta go. Can this wait?" Penny leaned in, chewing her lower lip a little again, and finally pushed through her own hesitation to breathe heavily into his ear, "Can I help?" Alex didn't know what to make of what she'd said beyond that her tone awoke a primal feeling within, more powerful than his bloated bowels and needy bladder, starting somewhere in his loins and working up his spine with youthful, lustful fire. He gave her the off-balance look of confused arousal and hoped it could convey his feelings - and in a way, it did, leaving Penelope to hook a confident finger into the hem of his shorts and lead him down and off into the greens a ways. Suitably, they came to stop at a particularly broad (and to Alex, deeply inviting) tree. As Penny let go of Alex's shorts and slipped behind him, his bladder suddenly felt more full... needier, too, probably because of the natural place of relief right in front of him. Penny let her arms drape around his sides, nipping at his neck as she undid his shorts and let them drop to his feet... but not his underwear. Alex let out a whimper, half out of lust, half out of urgency as his knees drew inward and his hips began to shift and squirm. He pleaded in a voice very unlike his usually confident nature, "Penny...? I really need to go, seriously..." The only reply he got was the same aroused tone she'd given him, washing into his ear with a heat and melody he swore was unnatural, "I know~." Her clawtips found the hem of his underclothes, and she gently, slowly worked them down, his cock bouncing free from its confines in the open air, confidently already at half-mast. Thankfully, his own thudding heart and now badly full and very eager to empty bladder kept it from standing fully and preventing him from urinating, and with his underwear joining his shorts around his ankles, the soft pads of the lynx's paws gently, softly... warmly clasped his length. He let out a nervous whimper, his resolve to hold his urine back weakening with each moment, and he was acutely aware now he wasn't being fellated... no, he was being aimed. Still, something was stopping him from watering the tree in front of him, and a needy bubbling from deep within reminded him... it wasn't just his bladder that was full. He opened his mouth, fumbling for words as one does when they've never been a position remotely needing them before, "Penny? I, uh... You might not want to stand behind me, I..." Penny cut him off. "I know, cutie. Whatever happens, happens, but you'd better not dirty my clothes~." Alex gave an urgent groan. He had no choice in the matter, anymore anyway, and with a distinct sensation of losing his grip on his bladder, a stream burst forth from the tip of his length, uneven and weak at first, but within moments gushing so powerfully the backsplash from the tree trunk was lightly tickling their feet. But inevitably, as one does when they've been sealed up for so long, Alex felt a familiar tickling as the very base of his butt, and despite forcing his stream to a stop with a rather admittedly girlish whine, it resumed heedless of his commands, and with it, a rather long and heavy fart burst from his rear. The gas that had been trapped and mixing in his belly simply wouldn't be denied any longer, and with his limited control of his lower muscles, it finally forced its way to freedom, warming penny's lap and dissipating, mercifully, into the gentle open breeze. He squinted his eyes shut and grit his teeth, hoping an apologetic groan would be enough, sure he was going to lose control of his butt at the same time that he was draining the lake between his hips, but thankfully his trumpeting dwindled to a stop on its own. Penny gave his bare ass a couple pats with one hand in a lewdly reassuring sort of way, and the rather humiliated tabby continued to hose the tree in front of him with pee for a good half-minute before his stream eased shakily to a stop. They stood there for a short while, panting, hearts pounding, and bodies leaning against each other for a short while. The secret was out, and although Alex was still confused and guessing at exactly why Penny was doing what she did, he found he had way less of an apprehension about it than he'd imagined he would. That was, until he felt her hand glide down his thigh and start to pull his underclothes back up. His guts heaved in protest with a very audible, deep rumbling and penny could feel his butt squeeze tightly against her hips, a laborious groan tumbling from his maw. "Penny, no, I still gotta..." She gave his ear a good nip and pulled up his underclothes and shorts the rest of the way, fumbling with the catches until they were snug against his still burdened belly. She gently turned him to face her, and the look on her face instantly weakened his resolve to pull free. Lust was spelled across her expression in text plainer than any print, her half-lidded eyes searching his, heavy, slow breathing eliciting little trills from her nose as she chewed visibly on her lower lip. She leaned in, kissing him so hard he had to lean forward to stop them both stumbling or falling backwards into the generous pond he'd just made, and kissed back, both expressing their mutual arousal in little heated vocalizations. A lot of understanding was exchanged in the moment without the use of any words, until they finally broke the kiss. Penny spoke first, after a moment of light fumbling. "I uh... I know you gotta, but..." She let one palm gently, lightly caress his belly. "Can you go without for a bit?" Alex didn't question it any further, it didn't matter to him why she wanted it, it was more a matter of whether he could, now. He glanced down at his gut as if a look could evaluate how much longer he could go without a proper bathroom break; Penny kissed his forehead in encouragement. His insides were heavy and full, but with the immediate gas pressure off his rear, he did definitely feel better. "I... I could, but I don't know for how long." Penny nodded. "There's a river by our first camping spot, a couple hours from here. Could you... would you make it there?" She gave him another of her looks, and it occurred to him they were becoming his favorite. Still, his weighted middle reminded him of its presence. If not for her, he'd have squatted and made himself a fair amount lighter a long time ago. "...I'll try. No promises. And only because you asked." His tone had a genuine warning edge, his guts felt traitorous. "And you're responsible if I can't." Penny pushed herself into another kiss, tail flicking with excitement. She broke the kiss after a moment, giving Alex's belly a gentle pat and admiring the deep thump it gave it response. "Well, we'd better get going, then. The sooner we get there, the sooner you'll get to go!" And with that they set off, the pace decidedly less eager and more deliberate despite Alex's disproportionate want to make the destination even more expediently than before. Penny took up the rear this time, occasionally stumbling over roots because of how intently she was staring at the shapely, bouncing, and needy ass of her travel partner.

https://unkoscene.com/ This Japanese website has various poo scenes from comics featuring women bursting to poo, pooing on the toilet, or even pooing in their skirts or pants. If you're into that sort of thing there's some cute stuff to be found there.

Hey, so this is gonna be a fairly lighthearted story, mostly because i've like. Never experimented with intentional messing. Sometimes I think it feels fun to hold in poop, but it never lasts very long anyways. Either way, this happened last year in my literature class. We were talking about this poem that i have no idea what it was called, but it was about some maid from... Brazil, i believe, who had moved up north to the United States, and she constantly told jokes. But all I remember was one particular line, where she talked about how having a good laugh can clean your insides out. It was a very fitting quote at the time. See, I have irritable bowel syndrome, which basically means if i roll two dice and get snake eyes i'm gonna shit like a rocket no matter how little i eat that day. And sure enough, while i heard that line, i was struggling with diarrhea even though i had literally never eaten anything since then, and felt completely fine all night, so i had NO idea where that shit came from. Haha, shit. I'm sure you can understand my confusion. Anyways, that was a long last twenty minutes of class because I didn't know how to ask to use the bathroom, so i just waited until the end, not really saying anything at all the whole time. When class ended, I briskly packed up and walked out, but i couldn't find the bathroom in that building, so i had to rush over to the NEXT school building to look for a bathroom THERE. and then i ended up sitting on the toilet for ten minutes, still holding it, because there were a bunch of people in the bathroom and what, do you expect me to just literally ass blast myself with an audience?? Not yet. Maybe someday. Anyways, because of that experience i came up with a joke to tell next class, as part of the theme of telling jokes that came with the play. It went as follows: "So there was an astronaut, and today was the day he was set to go into space. He was INCREDIBLY nervous, his stomach churning from the tension. But still, he pushed through, and he got into the shuttle. The countdown began. With every number, the astronaut could feel his nerves getting more and more anxious, his stomach churning more and more, awaiting take off. Five.. four... three.. he was sweating and shaking... two... his stomach turned inside out.. one... and then...! He blasted off. Some say the launch pad is still stained brown to this day."

Many of you probably know Present's stories March of the Valkyries and The Conqueress. If you haven't read them, they're wonderful stories, full of messing and fear accidents. We've been collaborating on more stories set in this universe, featuring the character Ulrika. And, like it says in the title, there's some extra art by Livinginfinite at the end. Hope you enjoy! Virago Queen: Thunder “We’ll be arriving at the war camp within the hour, Your Majesty,” One of Ulrika’s royal guards informed her. “If all has gone according to plan, the fort should have fallen.” “That such a small obstacle has troubled us for this long is an embarrassment,” Ulrika responded coldly. A single, understaffed, lightly-armed Gothian fort had stalled a major military operation for weeks on end, and Ulrika had grown tired of the commander’s excuses. Redirecting a larger army, she intended to crush the fort into ruin on that very day. That army had been embattled with the fort since dawn, and should have achieved victory well before her arrival. God save them if they, too, have failed me, the queen thought bitterly. Along with a small contingent of royal guards, her assistant Iris also rode alongside her. The young lady was being her usual quiet, reserved self. Her face bore a somber, pensive look that Ulrika knew reflected Iris’ desire to be as far from the site of a battle as possible. She was a gentle soul, and appreciated being as far away from danger, and from the more gruesome side of nature as possible. The roar of distant thunder demanded Ulrika’s attention. For a moment, she thought it might’ve been cannonfire. Breathing a sigh of relief, she observed as a blanket of clouds released a deluge upon the land some ways away. Her bladder felt a kinship with the storm, and threatened to release its own deluge. She’d been riding for hours, and had not one opportunity to relieve herself. Certainly no opportunity presented itself where she could relieve herself without exposing her most closely held secret: the large diaper wrapped snugly around her waist. Ulrika had convinced herself that she’d be able to hold it until they arrived at the war camp, but she quickly lost faith in that plan. Even though they were so close, she knew that her generals could hardly wait to inundate her with meetings and discussions. It would be at least another few hours before she had a moment to herself. Exhaling in annoyance, the Virago Queen opted to release her hold then and there, and at the very least end one of her discomforts. Iris had ever proven to be a faithful and loyal confidant, and would be more than happy to change her later. With a sharp inhale, she let go. Almost immediately, the warmth of her piss flooded the front of her diaper. The hot urine filled the space between her thighs, and then reached her rear. She hated the sensation of it, but she couldn’t resist the blissful smile that came with the relief. The garment began to swell, and forced her legs apart ever so slightly. The queen’s bladder continued to empty itself, and she began to worry that it could leak. “The camp is just ahead, now, Your Majesty,” One of her escorts said. His announcement caught her entirely by surprise, and her stream of piss momentarily doubled in its intensity. “Ah, e-excellent,” Ulrika replied. She tried to remain stately and regal, but it proved difficult to do while she was actively urinating in her pants. “All of you, ride ahead and prepare them for my arrival.” “At once, Your Majesty,” With a hard spur of his horse, the guardsman took off, the others following closely behind him. At last, her bladder was empty. The diaper between her legs was swollen and soaking, and she feared it could leak at any moment. “Iris,” She said, in a commanding yet gentle tone. The young woman jumped slightly in surprise, “Y-yes?” “When we find a moment to ourselves, I shall require your assistance with a delicate matter.” For a long time, Iris had served the queen in this way, and Ulrika knew her message was clear. Even so, the blush of her cheeks was certainly telling of her predicament. “Oh, of course, my Queen. We should be well-stocked of your… equipment.” Iris knew better than to say aloud that the Virago Queen wore diapers. Nonetheless, Ulrika was grateful for her assistant’s discretion. The two women approached the outskirts of the war camp, and none too soon. The sensation of the wet diaper being squished against her by her horse’s saddle irritated Ulrika to no end. Busy soldiers and officers scurried about, carrying arms and munitions to and fro. Many people were shouting, and many soldiers were running ahead, weapons at the ready. It was then that Ulrika realized: perhaps it wasn’t just thunder she’d been hearing. ------------------------------------------- The Virago Queen certainly has an interesting way of showing gratitude, thought Brenna. She served her queen as a lord commander with a decently sized regiment under her control. Before that, however, she was called the Howling Gale on the battlefield. She was a famous warrior, having slain countless of the throne’s enemies. For her courage and valor, she was to be awarded with power and authority. How nice those things had seemed, before Brenna found herself overseeing the most pitiful group of pants-pissers she’d ever seen. An unfortunate symptom of having an almighty warrior-queen serving as an icon to your people was that it inspired even the most unfit citizens to sign up as soldiers. The Queen had felt that if anyone could turn these weaklings into killers, it would be the Howling Gale. What followed had been months of Brenna and her subordinate Signe attempting to educate nearly three hundred women in the ways of war. She’d tried to teach them advanced techniques, but it was all so far above their heads. She’d tried to show them basic battle strategy, but Brenna was better suited to carrying out strategies, not making them- certainly not teaching them. When they finally met an enemy in open combat, half of her forces wouldn’t even leave their cover, preferring instead to wallow in their own puddles and messes. She’d punished them thoroughly after that. They’d improved, at least a little, but then she was commanded to capture a Gothian fortress. Every last offense she’d planned against the enemy base crumbled when exposed to her regiment’s sheer ineptitude. And now the queen will finally see the hopelessness of trying to train these people, she thought. Scandian reinforcements had arrived some days ago, and immediately seized control of the situation from Brenna. Whatever plan they’d concocted had been thrown into chaos when a contingent of Gothian reinforcements took everyone by surprise. And now Brenna found herself stuck in a ditch with five of her soldiers. Gunfire soared overhead, effectively serving as a roof. Skilled as she was, Brenna knew that showing her head over the edge of the pit was certain death. She was condemned to wait until the Scandian forces had pushed far enough to draw the focus off of them. She found the waiting distasteful, but her company in the ditch was absolutely intolerable. Five soldiers, and three of them had pissed themselves. One of the wet women had a large brown stain and wet bulge resting in the seat of her trousers, and she was confident she saw another bulge in the seat of the woman next to her. Only two of them had managed to not ruin their underwear in some way. When, at last, the gunfire abated, Brenna wasted no time standing and climbing out of the pit. “C-commander Brenna!” one of her soldiers called after her. Brenna turned to see the woman she was only fairly sure had soiled herself addressing her, “W-w-what should we do? There’s so many of them,” “Either follow behind me or cower in this pit,” She replied gruffly, “Whatever you decide, just keep out of my way.” Readying her rifle, she charged forward, free at last of that filthy hole in the ground. Bullets raced by her as she advanced. She didn’t scare easily, but the fear of being shot was a powerful and universal one. She felt the familiar adrenaline rush, the erratic and rapid beating of her heart, and the slightest twinge in her bladder- all long time companions of hers. Swift as the wind for which she was given her title, she gunned down two Gothian soldiers before they could move to dodge her. Charging through the barricade they’d been using, she was ambushed by a hidden man. With startling speed, he raised his knife, and brought it down. A small gasp escaped her lips, but her instincts took over and kept her alive. With a speedy sidestep, she dodged the knife, and drove the butt of her rifle into the man’s throat. He stumbled and fell backwards, giving Brenna enough time to raise her weapon high, and bring down the bayonet into his chest. She was panting, and felt dampness at her crotch. While she prided herself on being fearless, it could be said that her body was not as brave as her mind. She had a consistent tendency to leak on herself when in combat. To remedy this, she wore thicker underwear than most. Layers of cloth wrapped around her groin in an approximation of panties. She would defend to the death that this garment was not a diaper, and that she did not wet herself. Collecting herself, she analyzed the battlefield around her. Scandian cavalry had begun a fierce charge, and appeared to be smashing apart any Gothian lines. Before long, only the Gothians taking cover in the fort would be safe, and only until Scandian forces breached it. The thought of being the one to take the enemy stronghold filled her with excitement. At last, this thorn in her side could be removed. Ignoring the minor wetness between her thighs, she pressed on, towards the fort. ------------------------------------------- Ulrika found herself somewhat happy that she’d emptied her bladder before reaching her destination. She’d been able to do so slowly and deliberately- ensuring no leaks. Had she entered into the warzone before her with a full bladder, she knew there was a good chance she’d have caused it to overflow. She was ashamed to know such a thing, but she couldn’t deny it. Minutes after her arrival, a large force of Gothian soldiers had arrived to break the siege. She couldn’t be sure of their numbers, but there was certainly no shortage of them. Scandian soldiers rushed to take positions behind hastily made fortifications. The cacophonous shouts of countless officers attempting to organize their forces formed a background of noise to the innumerable gunshots and the thunder of cannons. Beside her, Iris was shaking, looking like she might fall off of her horse at any second. Ulrika half expected to see a growing urine stain upon her servant’s red dress, but it seemed Iris managed to keep her bladder under her control. “Iris,” Ulrika said in an authoritative voice, hiding her own fear, “Get somewhere safe, wait until the fighting is over.” “Y-y-yes, Your M-Majesty,” The girl could barely speak, and her face was pale as death. With a kick, she sped off on her steed, searching for shelter. Ulrika longed to join her. Already, her heart was pounding, and a cold knot in her stomach threatened to take control of her body away at any second. She shook her head, and steeled herself. She was the Virago Queen, not some little girl who soiled herself and ran at the slightest fright. She would be the stone that this Gothian army would break upon. Pulling her grand, double-barrelled rifle from its holster, she rode towards the sounds of thunder. ------------------------------------------- Signe could not tell if she was the luckiest or unluckiest woman in the world. She’d been a short distance from the rest of the camp when the Gothians launched their surprise attack, and this allowed her to use the surrounding woods for cover while she fired on the assailants. However, she’d been apart from the others on account of her need to relieve herself. She’d hoped to find a moment of privacy, but now found herself trying to snipe Gothians whilst keeping her thighs held together. The young soldier had positioned herself atop a small hill, and had a grand view of the unfolding battle. Scandian fortifications and a few old buildings had made for excellent cover to lay siege to the fort, but now the Gothians had pushed so far forward many of these defenses now belonged to them. An enemy soldier rounded a corner, and levelled his rifle at the female soldier taking cover there. With a quick twist and a squeeze of the trigger, Signe planted a bullet in his chest. The man and his rifle crashed to the ground, unmoving. The woman she’d just saved looked towards Signe’s impromptu nest, still in a bit of a stupor. With her sharp eyes, Signe noticed with sympathy that there was a quickly expanding stain on the front of the girl’s uniform pants. She turned her attention to a line of Gothian marksmen who’d reversed one of the Scandian barricades, and were using it for cover. They were effectively turning a long stretch of ground into a killing floor. Signe fired, and the first of the Gothian soldiers dropped. The one closest to him lost his focus, and in that second she took him down, as well. The remaining soldiers crouched low, fully hiding behind their cover. With their overwatch ended, Scandian forces promptly advanced towards them. They wouldn’t last much longer. Signe then turned to the next cluster of Gothians. She aimed and placed her shot, but felt a slick heat flowing into her underwear just before pulling the trigger. Alarmed at leaking, her shot went wide, and impacted a tree next to her target. With some gestures and shouting, suddenly the eyes of several Gothian marksmen fell upon her perch. Signe’s eyes went wide, and she dove behind a nearby tree trunk for cover. Lying flat on her stomach, she pressed her body against the ground as tightly as possible. A hailstorm of bullets followed only a second after. Dirt and bark were launched into the air, and the terrifying howl of passing bullets was all she could hear. Her bladder, made lax with fear, spilled its contents into her trousers. Lying flat upon the ground, it soaked the front of her pants, puddling in the dirt, and reaching down to her knees. The fetid warmth spread to the bottom of her shirt and jacket, and tears of relief stung her eyes. Her stream died down to a trickle, and at last it was finished. Doing her utmost to remain hidden, she crawled away from the stump, moving downhill. She would need to find a new position, and she would need to be more subtle. Crawling through the brush, her cold and clammy pants stuck to her thighs, and the scent was thick. Signe had heard that Queen Ulrika would be making an appearance that day, and she dearly wanted not to face her queen in piss-soaked clothes. Once she’d found another vantage point, she took care to conceal her location. Without the nagging of a full bladder, her accuracy and reaction notably improved. Earlier, she’d wished for a quick battle, so that she could finish it and retreat to somewhere private to empty her bladder; now she was hoping it would rage for long enough that she’d dry off under the sun. ------------------------------------------- Iris hadn’t needed much convincing to run to safety. She’d sped away on her horse, but soon found that the Gothian assault had been so rapid and brutal that shelters were in rather short supply.Much worse than that, though, was her appearance. She wore a red dress, and rode a horse of excellent breed. She looked to the Gothians very much like a person of high standing within Scandia. She looked very much like a target. Struggling to find anywhere that looked safe, and like it would continue to be safe, the young woman had no choice but to dart back and forth between anything that resembled cover. When the first bullet sped passed her head, she nearly fainted. With every ounce of willpower she had, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her horse’s head for stability. A long jet of urine soaked into her panties, sending several droplets down her thighs. More bullets came, each one only narrowly missing. In her addled, terrified state, she decided to abandon her mount, and seek a small hovel to hide in. Dismounting while as numb as she was proved difficult, and she more akin to falling off her horse and landing on her backside. Her legs shaking and unable to carry her, she crawled over to a large stone wall, one looking to belong to a church, and covered her head with her hands, willing the fight to be over. ------------------------------------------- Ulrika’s anger at the failure of her forces was immeasurable, and matched only by the dread that filled her heart. The Gothians were known for fighting ferociously to the bitter end, and they’d haunted her nightmares since she first began her campaign against them. The Virago Queen did everything in her power to clear her mind, and focus on the battle. Mounted atop her powerful steed, and wielding her ornate rifle, she rode to the site of one of the more fierce engagements. She came upon two Scandian soldiers, both huddled behind some crates for cover. One of them, at least, was attempting to fight. She leaned over the boxes and fired, although the large wet streaks down her legs betrayed her fearful incontinence. The other, however, was sitting with her knees pulled to her chest, no weapon in sight. She sat in a large puddle, and a large, rounded bulge rested in the seat of her pants, tinging them brown. “Disgraceful!” She shouted at them. The one who still had her weapon spun around in alarm, before lifting her hand in a shaky salute when she realized who had approached her. The other looked up, and whimpered slightly. “You are here to fight for your country, soldiers! If you cannot even keep from soiling yourselves, then you have no place on my battlefield!” “Y-yes, Your Majesty,” The one who’d only wet herself replied. She shook slightly, and Ulrika noted the renewed wetness blossoming at the woman’s crotch. “If you’ve any honor or love for your country, you’ll advance and fight for it!” Seeing the mighty Virago Queen in all her splendor, the whimpering soldier managed to stand. Urine dripped from her trousers, but she gave a dutiful salute to Ulrika. “For Scandia!” She said, with as much force as her voice could muster. “For Scandia!” Said the other, as she turned to resume firing. Satisfied, Ulrika rode ahead. Bullets flew by her, and she knew she must have been the target of more than one Gothian gunman. Heat around her groin informed her that her bladder had just released whatever urine was still inside it. Once again, she found herself silently praying that the stress and strain the fight was putting on both herself and her diaper wouldn’t cause a leak. She tried to remain calm, and to center herself; the army here was positively massive. The Gothians were fighting with their usual suicidal vigor, but they could not hope to defeat their much larger host. Her fear was intense, having already overwhelmed her bladder, but Ulrika was still a skilled combatant. As she rode, she quickly shot down the Gothians in her immediate vicinity. Her forces were following quickly behind her, having been galvanized by her presence. With the might Virago Queen serving as their inspiration, the Scandian army was ready to vanquish any foe. And the Gothians knew that. Already she looked the part of an officer, and thus a target, but when it became clear that she was the legendary Queen and the architect of Scandia’s imperialism, nearly all guns were trained on her. The first few bullets smashed into the ground near her horse, and she thought little of them. As more came, she kicked her horse into a gallop. Speeding through the battlements, the ground around her was being torn away by the hailstorm of gunfire. Tears of abject terror burned at her eyes, and she wanted so badly to scream. Her fear took root in her bowels, then, and spilled its contents out. Wet mush filled the back of her diaper to the brim, coating her rear end. As her backside smashed repeatedly against the saddle, her release was smeared against her. At last, a bullet hit a mark. Mercifully, it had missed Ulrika herself, but instead struck her horse in the flank. It reared upwards in sudden pain, flinging her from its back. Wasting no time, she righted herself, and stood up just in time to see her horse running off into the woods. In a frightened panic, she turned and ran towards the nearest cover she could find. Her legs did not take her far, and she tripped and fell forward, behind a stone wall. A shrill, terrified scream startled Ulrika, and she looked up to see none other than Iris pressed against the wall. She was shaking, and it seemed as though she wasn’t expecting the storm of bullets Ulrika had brought to her hiding place, and was certainly not prepared for someone to jump in with her. A wet spot had blossomed on the front of her dress, and grew rapidly into an irregular, oblong circle. Trails of wetness raced down the sides of the crimson fabric while a large stain gradually worked its way to the bottom. Streams and drops of piss fell from her hem, creating a growing puddle underneath her. As she continued to wet herself, she calmed slightly, and seemed to recognize who had just joined her. “Q-Queen Ulrika?!” For a second, she almost looked relieved. “Iris? I ordered you to go somewhere safe!” “There wasn’t anywhere! This was-” The shouting of Gothian words silenced the both of them. Someone was close, and calling to his compatriots. Ulrika did not know the words he spoke, but she knew the tone. Here! Here! She imagined him relaying to his friends, She’s hiding over here! She reached for her weapon, only to find it absent. It had been thrown to places unknown when she fell from her horse. The two of them were defenseless. Her heart racing, she lifted a brick from the ground, preparing to defend herself. Footsteps drew near. Closer, closer, until Ulrika was certain the soldier would round the corner at any second. But with the crack of a single rifle firing, the footsteps abruptly stopped. Ulrika turned towards the source of the shot, and saw a female Scandian soldier rising from cover. A large wet patch adorned her trousers. The woman began to walk towards them, until the explosive thunder of artillery drowned out all other sounds. A spot not too distant from their hide was smote with a fiery explosion. The markswoman dove into a nearby building for safety. The miniature earthquake it created shook Ulrika to her core, and she cowered behind the wall. Tucking her knees in, and covering her head, it was all she could do not to pass out. The Gothians had seen her run this way. They’d heard the words of the soldier who’d come looking. They knew she was hiding. All they had to do was destroy any potential cover until they finally struck her. When the next explosion came, Ulrika soiled herself even further. More wet mush filled out her diaper, creating a bulge in her trousers. It would take a miracle for it not to leak. A third explosion came, but never a fourth. The queen dared to look up, and beheld that the fighting was nearly over. Scandian forces had advanced extremely quickly, and braved the walls of the fort. Within minutes, the fighting would be well and truly over. She stood, taking stock of how heavy her pants had become. She’d produced an impressive amount of shit, and she was certain the front was practically waterlogged. Iris, too, had calmed herself, and shamefully grabbed the front of her dress, feeling the massive piss stain. “Is… Is it over?” Iris said in her demure, timid voice. Stumbling over to the edge of the wall, she peered at the fort, and saw the concluding battle. While her assistant inspected the fort, Ulrika’s eyes were drawn to the back of her skirt. The queen was disheartened to see that, despite everything, Iris had actually managed not to soil herself. Ulrika hated her own cowardice so very much. Even her servant, who was woefully frightened of everything, hadn’t made as much of a mess of herself as Ulrika had. “It… Would appear so, yes,” At the queen’s observation, Iris loudly exhaled in gratitude that they were safe. “Iris,” She muttered, getting the young woman’s attention, “In a moment, I shall require your… assistance.” --------------------- “Disgraceful,” Brenna’s forceful voice rang out over the now quiet war camp. Her regiment now stood in formation in front of her. Nearly three hundred pairs of pissed pants. Brenna couldn’t be sure how many had soiled themselves, but the absolutely nauseating odor indicated it was a sizeable portion. The soldiers before averted their eyes. Their faces burned with shame, and she knew some were crying, or close to crying. Entirely unacceptable behavior for warriors of the Scandian empire. Even her right-hand-woman Signe had wet herself in the fray. Brenna was certain this entire assignment was intended to be a punishment for some unknown slight against the Virago Queen. And speak of the Devil… Brenna thought, seeing the tall and imposing figure of her country’s ruler approaching. The Queen’s assistant followed close behind her, looking much like one of Brenna’s less-than-continent soldiers, with the massive urine stain on the front of her skirt. Standing in the proper posture, Brenna saluted her queen. Predictably, Ulrika wore quite a scowl on her face. Murmurs spread throughout her regiment, and the many soiled soldiers clumsily and inelegantly snapped to attention and saluted her. “Your Majesty, Queen Ulrika! I-” “Choose your words carefully, lord commander,” Ulrika said with a dangerous edge in her voice that made Brenna’s throat feel dry. “I want you to explain to me, firstly, why an imperceptibly small force held you at bay for this long. Long enough that enemy reinforcements could arrive. Had my forces not joined the battle when we had, you and your entire regiment would have been killed. Secondly, explain to me how it is that hardly a single one of your troops managed not to ruin their uniforms with their own waters and waste. Explain to me, ‘Howling Gale’, how you permitted this disgrace to befall your homeland.” Brenna could feel her composure cracking like glass. The Virago Queen was legendarily cruel when it came to punishing failure in her ranks. A slight warmth at her groin warned her how close she was to losing control of her bladder. She swallowed, then answered, “My queen,” her voice was hoarse, “I did all that I could to teach these people. They aren’t soldiers, they-” “You were to make them into soldiers,” A cold fury radiated behind her words. Brenna coughed slightly, the dryness in her throat almost choking her, “I… I failed to do so, Your Highness,” admittance of failure did not come easily to her, but the queen would not tolerate excuses. “Lieutenant Signe and I tried fervently to educate our charges, but it is my belief that none of them possess the mettle to serve in your armies.” The words did nothing to assuage the mighty queen’s anger. “How ‘fervently’ could you have tried, lord commander? The people I left in your care could only cower and wet themselves when they were called to serve.” “Your Majesty, I must confess that I do not understand!” Brenna’s voice was confused and desperate. “I am one of your finest soldiers, I have slain countless many of your enemies. Why have I been relegated to teaching these overgrown children who cannot even control their own bladders? Have I done something to warrant this punishment?” Her tone shifted from pleading to angry by the end of her rant, but her blood ran cold when she saw how Ulrika’s face twisted from cold fury to murderous intent. Quick pulses of her piss soaked into her underwear as she leaked even more. “Commander Brenna,” Ulrika said slowly. She took a step forward, and Brenna quickly took a frightened step back. “I placed you in charge of this regiment specifically because of your talents. I had faith in you to turn them into loyal and powerful soldiers of Scandia. All you have to offer me are excuses and accusations. All you can give me, after all that I have given you, is failure.” The queen continued to walk towards her. Brenna had completely abandoned her posture, and was fearfully backstepping. The warmth of urine saturated her groin. She knew that she was not just leaking, she had begun to wet herself. Her regiment only watched, silent and bewildered. In the quiet, the harsh hiss of her voiding bladder was clear as day. In disgust, Ulrika lowered her gaze to Brenna’s crotch. She raised an eyebrow when there was no wetness there. Brenna could feel her release flooding her privates, the garment growing heavy between her legs. “Are you… ” Ulrika began, but continued to observe. The queen’s gaze sharpened even further. Brenna guessed that she was piecing together what was hiding under her trousers. The terrifying queen’s visage evaporated whatever control was left of the lord commander’s bladder. Hot piss sprayed into her underwear, soaking them beyond their capacity. Crescents of wetness formed on each of her thighs, and raced downwards. Small puddles formed at her feet. “Shame upon shame,” the queen said coldly. With a quick and harsh motion, she gripped Brenna’s trousers, and yanked them down. Brenna gasped loudly as her special, protective undergarments were put on display. The white cloth had been thoroughly stained yellow. “You insult and chastise them, when you are no better. Perhaps I truly did overestimate you, Howling Gale.” The edge in the queen’s voice was pure ice. Brenna was certain the Virago Queen was going to have her killed. “Y-Your Majesty, P-please!” She begged, as a quick burst of flatulence and accompanying crackling announced the emptying of her bowels. Wet mush piled in the seat of her “panties,” some escaping the cuffs and dripping down her thigh. The release was large, and her now bulging underwear began to slide down her thighs. Gripping the sides, she pulled them back up, too numb with fear to mind how it made her mess press against her rear. “Lord commander Brenna, I hereby strip you of your rank. Wash the filth off of yourself, and meet me in the command tent for the assignment of your punishment.” Brenna felt tears stinging her eyes. Her entire regiment could only stare, wide-eyed, at her pathetic display in front of them. Ulrika looked to Signe, and spoke, “Lieutenant Signe, I presume?” “Y-yes, Your Majesty!” Signe dutifully answered, a little surprised to be called upon. “You killed a man who was only seconds away from revealing my position to Gothian cannoneers. I daresay my servant and I only escaped the bombardment thanks to you.” “Ah, uh, of course, Your Majesty! I would gladly lay down my life for you!” “And yet,” Ulrika’s eyes drifted down to the wetness of Signe’s thighs. “It would appear that fear made a fool of you as well.” “F-forgive me, my queen,” “However, despite your fear, you fulfilled your duty as a soldier. You did not let your terror stand in your way. You accomplished much today, proving your courage.” “Yes, Your Majesty,” Signe opted for a simple response. “I see now that I made an error appointing the Howling Gale to be the commander of this regiment. If anyone can teach them of courage and duty, it is you. I hereby appoint you as lord commander of this regiment.” The queen and her assistant departed, leaving a stunned Signe and a shamed Brenna standing alone in front of the many Scandian Soldiers. A chill breeze swept between Brenna’s bare thighs, reminding her that her trousers rested around her ankles, and her ruined diaper was perfectly visible to hundreds of people. Holding back her tears, she yanked her pants back up, cringing as it forced the cold, wet, and soiled garment against her body. The former lord commander silently left, searching for someplace to clean herself off. --------------------- Ulrika was well aware of the hypocrisy of her condemnations. Even as she paraded the lord commander’s incontinence before everyone, Ulrika herself still had yet to change. Her own undergarments were still swollen with her urine, and sagging with her waste. She reminded herself that the facade was critically important, and that if she needed to be a hypocrite to ensure the success and morale of her empire, then she gladly would be. But what truly bothered her was not the carefully crafted charade, the lies, deceptions, or hypocrisy- it was the honesty of her praise for the markswoman Signe. Like most of the inept regiment, she had wet herself, but hardly seemed a coward for it. The vision of the woman, clad in pissed pants, fearlessly gunning down the man who would have taken Ulrika’s life was burned into her mind. All that she, the Virago Queen could do, was to curl up and soil herself like a frightened child. Along with her respect for the woman, Ulrika felt a burning envy of her courage. She had to pause in her walk, and pull her pants and diaper back up, as the weight of her earlier fear had caused them to slide down her legs. A quick touch of her rear confirmed that she’d produced a considerable amount of shit in her pants. The shame of her incontinence burned hotly, but not nearly so much as her shame in her own cowardice. “Ah, Your Majesty!” An older man’s voice called. One of the generals sent to destroy the fort. He and the other generals and commanders had gathered around a small table with a map. They were discussing and preparing the greater offensive- the invasion into Gothia from this point. It was a discussion she would need to be present for. Naturally, it would be taking place when Ulrika’s pants were full of shit. Fighting to clear her mind and keep her blush at bay, she approached the table. They each welcomed her with a proper salute, and made way for her to view the map. It wasn’t even a minute until one of them made the comment Ulrika would’ve rather died than hear: “Does anybody else smell that?” She veritably froze on the spot, her mind racing to concoct an excuse for why she smelled like a latrine. “Oh!” Iris chimed in. She clutched the large wet stain on the front of her dress, “I… I am terribly sorry… That smell is me.” The young woman visibly spread her legs slightly, to give the impression that she had soiled herself, “I couldn’t reach safety, and I was terribly frightened! All the bullets, and the fighting, I just… ” She squeezed the hand that held her piss-stained skirt, once again emphasizing her accident. Ulrika had very clearly seen the girl’s rear, and there was no hint of Iris having lost control of her bowels. Her able assistant had just eagerly offered up her own dignity to save Ulrika’s. In that moment, Ulrika was considering renaming a city or two after Iris in gratitude. The men around them had mixed reactions. Some chuckled, some looked with sympathy, and others looked away in disgust, or just due to the awkwardness. Finally, one of them shattered the tension with a quick jest, “What were you so scared of, miss? You had the Virago Queen by your side! You couldn’t have been any safer in the sturdiest bunker in the land.” The others nodded their agreement and chuckled along. “Well, I do suppose I can see that now,” Iris commented, giving a quiet, little laugh. Thinking back to the two of them hiding and wetting themselves, only to be saved by someone else, Ulrika’s self-loathing thoughts of her own cowardice resurfaced, and she wished them to be gone immediately. “Yes yes, enough teasing my assistant,” She said, getting everyone back on track. “Today we begin what I intend to be the final campaign into Gothia. I will have no more delays, no more failures.” With that, they began their planning. For over an hour, Ulrika and Iris stood there in their wet and soiled clothing. When, at last, it had ended, they retired to the command tent- a large, almost luxurious tent that had been erected in anticipation of the queen’s arrival. It was private, devoid of people, had no windows to the outside, and would be an excellent place for the two women to clean and change themselves. Once they had entered inside, and there were no prying eyes or ears to bother them, Ulrika turned to face her assistant. “Iris,” She said, more gently than usual. “Highness?” “... Thank you.” Ulrika was not skilled in offering up genuine gratitude, and Iris’ smile told her the young woman knew the significance of her thanks, tacit as it was. “Of course, my Queen.” The tent lacked any suitable changing table, so they’d have to make do on the floor. While her diaper had miraculously spared her trousers from the torrent of piss and shit she unleashed into them, her clothes had otherwise been soiled by rips, tears, burns, blood, and dirt. Stripping them off, she stood before Iris in only her heavily soiled diaper. The two had long ago done away with any discomfort between themselves in regards to nudity. Iris produced a fresh diaper from her bag, and Ulrika prepared to lie down for changing, when they heard it. “So this is the mighty Virago Queen, in all her splendor.” For a second, Ulrika was certain it had only been a nightmarish conjuration of her own imagination. The voice belonged to man. A man who spoke with a thick Gothian accent. She felt liquid warmth pouring into her diaper. She fought to stand up, to assess the situation. Emerging from a hidden space in the spacious tent was a man in Gothian uniform, clutching a pistol in one hand and a saber in the other. He had a look on his face that was a cross between utter disbelief and unabated joy. Iris’ legs were shaking. She grabbed onto Ulrika’s arm to steady herself. She was still wetting her diaper, although it could hold no more by that point. Golden rivulets broke through the garment, and coursed down her muscular legs. The man- the assassin- looked on with a smug grin. “I would’ve preferred to kill you on the battlefield, but I must say… this is proving far more enjoyable than I predicted.” “P-please… don’t… ” Ulrika stammered out a meager plea, but she knew it was pointless. The ferocity and perseverance of the Gothians had haunted her nightmares for quite some time. She knew there was absolutely no way he would let her live, not when he had the power to shatter the leadership and morale of the people invading his homeland. “I don’t know how you managed to fool all of us into being afraid of you, but it won’t matter now,” he levelled his pistol at her head. Ulrika could only close her eyes as tears streamed down her face. There was a gunshot. A thunderous sound that heralded death. Ulrika heard a wet squelch, and was sure she’d soiled herself even further in her final moments. But then she heard a body hit the ground in front of her. When she was certain it was not her that had been shot, she wiped the tears from her eyes, and opened them. The assassin was dead. A bleeding hole in the back of his head told the story of how. Standing behind him, jaw hanging open in shock, was the former lord commander Brenna. Ulrika’s senses returned to her, and she recalled that Brenna had been instructed to meet her in the command tent. Such a small action had saved she and Iris’ lives. Of course, she now had a disgruntled commander that she’d publicly humiliated staring at her in her state of incontinent undress. “Your Majesty,” she said, slowly, carefully, “Have I… interrupted something?” Ulrika attempted a reply, but it emerged only a choked, sobbing sound. With a cough, she cleared her throat and spoke, “L-lord Commander… I believe you have earned yourself a… promotion,” she hated having to concede anything to the woman who had so disrespected her earlier, but now she would need to keep her quiet. “It seems I have,” an opportunistic smiled creeped onto Brenna’s face. “I don’t want a position teaching whelps how to fight. I want to be there, my Queen. I want to win glory on the field of battle. Give me that, and I can promise not to ever speak a word of… this.” “Perhaps a position in my royal guard would suit you, then… Howling Gale,” she gritted her teeth in frustration. Once again, she’d been saved from imminent death when all she could do was beg for mercy and cower in fear. And to be saved by someone she was meant to be disciplining. Her trials today knew no ends. “I think that sounds perfect,” Brenna only then stowed her pistol away. “As a show of good faith, I’ll keep anyone from entering the tent for as long as I can. Give you time to make yourselves presentable. And I promise to forget what I saw,” She gave a slight wink with her last remark. No one in all the world could speak to her like that, least of all one of her subordinates. Brenna was a skilled warrior, and now had saved her life and was privy to her darkest secret; but even so, she would be made to heel. Ulrika considered how many ways she could have Brenna punished, but for the time being, she elected to finally change out of her truly ruined diaper.

https://unkoscene.com/ This Japanese website has various poo scenes from comics featuring women bursting to poo, pooing on the toilet, or even pooing in their skirts or pants. If you're into that sort of thing there's some cute stuff to be found there.

View File Full Pullup I over fill my teeny little pull up till it begins leaking out all over but… I cannot resist such a mess and masturbte making even more or my mess come gushing out. Submitter melikai Submitted 02/02/2020 Category Peeing  

Written in one sitting at the spur of the moment. I attached the image that inspired it. Iris needed a lot of money and soon. She was ashamed the only way she'd figured out how to get it was starring in an obscene video. She took solace in the fact that she was promised she wouldn't have to show any sex organs or perform any sex acts. All she had to do was eat and poop. She stayed at a hotel for the weeklong shoot. It was a nice place, and the director's people paid for everything, but there was something scary about knowing she couldn't leave the premises without forfeiting thousands of dollars. She was filmed at every meal. She had to eat what they gave her. She was filmed every day being examined by a leggy blonde in a sexy nurse outfit. She was filmed every time she went to the bathroom. Between skillful camerawork and the strategic placement of props and body parts Iris' womanhood never made an appearance. However her anxiety and shame were still at high levels every time she peed and she was sure they'd go through the roof when she pooped. She didn't know when that would be. Between the meals the maid served her and the pills the nurse gave her Iris' bowels had slowed to a standstill. The director liked costumes. There was always the Swedish nurse (who Iris doubted was medically qualified) and the French maid (who boasted a fake accent and real breasts) to see to Iris' needs. The so-called star of this poopy video played a different role each day. On the first day Iris had to dress as a Playboy bunny and eat two dozen carrots. The camera rolled while she sat on the toilet that evening and the following morning, but she couldn't poop. The nurse informed her of the increase to her weight and waistline, reminding her of just how much disgusting waste was festering inside her body. That was only the first day. Iris asked if she could wear something less risqué the next day and so she was given mouse ears and adorable pyjamas with paws and a tail. She was feeling gleefully childish until the maid removed the lid from a silver tray to reveal a wheel of cheese the size of birthday cake. When she remembered how much money was at stake she ate through that stinky yellow horror right down to the last nibble. She sat on the toilet a few more times before her next meal, but nothing solid would come out. The nurse's examination revealed Iris was growing marvelously in the area of the stomach and intestines. On day three the maid was wearing cute pigtails and did Iris' hair up to match. Iris' costume this time around was a dirndl and her meal was a string of preservative-laden sausages. The director was nice enough to let her stop eating when she announced she was nearing her puking point. They did the toilet scene a little different that day. The maid brought in an authentic Bavarian chamber pot and Iris sat down on it and strained until she was short of breath. Not so much as a fart came out. The nurse examined her, excitedly announced her abdomen's statistics, and expressed sadness that the production couldn't afford the medical imaging equipment needed to intimately document a crammed colon. She hastened to add that Iris' constipation posed no health risk and there was no need to evacuate her bowels anytime soon. On the fourth day Iris was given a saucy sailor suit to put on, shown a vintage pin-up she was supposed to emulate, and given a pile of hardtack to eat. She'd had enough. "You hired me to poop so let me poop!" she yelled as she knocked the plate out of the maid's hand. It looked great, so the director made the maid pick everything up and she and Iris redid the scene for the cameras. Finally he answered the woman's question. "You'll poop whenever your guts say so. If you're still plugged up on day seven you get your choice of laxative or enema. If you really wanna be a star in these videos I suggest the enema." "What do I have to do to get a laxative now?" "Give up half your payment." Iris was hurting for money, but she was hurting worse for a dump. She made the decision. The nurse brought a bedpan and an extra strength laxative. The director stopped them right before she swallowed. He'd just had a brilliant idea. They could end the shoot early if there was a grand finale. Iris waited in dread while the preparations were made. The director assured her she could quit at any time if it got too intense for her. The climax of this dirty little film turned out to be even worse than Iris' nightmares. In came two women she'd never seen. Big mean-looking women. One was wearing torn clothes and a bunch of spikes and the other was dressed head to toe in leather and carried a whip. Iris would've pooped her pants if she'd been physically capable. "Don't worry, the weapons are just for looks," one said in between whip-cracks. "Don't take this personally, we're just struggling actresses like you," the other said. Iris didn't find this reassuring. She screamed for the director. He decided this was a good time to show her what her payment would look like in cash. "Do your worst, bitches!" she said once she'd gotten an eyeful of hundred dollar bills. The two young women proceeded to bully her while the cameras rolled. The poor woman got pushed around and smacked around and wasn't allowed to fight back. Once they thought she had enough bruises and pulled muscles they tied her up and made a mockery of her body. The punk girl took off a sock and stuffed it in Iris' mouth, which wasn't fair because now she had no freedom to say "I quit!" They exposed Iris' none-too-slim midriff to the camera and wrote the words "constipated toxic waste storage" on her skin. Neither actress knew how to draw hazard symbols so the cameras had to stop while the annoyed director drew them himself. The girl in leather teased the bound woman with a plethora of torture devices before eventually selecting a two-gallon jug of prune juice. The sock was removed and the victim was force-fed. When the container was finally drained and the tube was out of Iris' mouth she started to protest to the director, but next thing she knew there were two socks in her mouth. The rough pair yanked Iris' panties down and plopped her body down on the toilet. It took three takes to get it right because her skirt had to stay on so her naughty bits would be covered. Iris was thankful for this tiny morsel of dignity. She sat on the pot for an hour while her digestive tract did its work. When the movement started it was like passing boulders and when it was finished it was like passing lava. The pain brought tears to the eyes of the budding actress and the smell brought tears to the eyes of one of the cameramen. She got queasy and threw up a little, but had no choice but to gulp it back down. The toilet bowl filled up so full that its user ended up sitting on a cushion of filth, and still more came out of her. The feelings, sights, sounds, smells, and tastes Iris experienced were hideous beyond description. When the noises had stopped for ten minutes the director decided his star was finished relieving herself. "Great job! You earned every penny. You're free as soon as you complete the final scene with the nurse." "Somebody needs a sponge bath!" the nurse said perkily as she removed the ropes from her patient. "Uh-oh, anal bleeding!" she remarked when she lifted the limp body off the toilet seat. "Next time I'll audition for the part of the maid," an exhausted Iris joked once her mouth was free of socks. "I wouldn't if I were you," said the maid who had just entered the scene. "Who do you think has to clean the toilet?"

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

Author’s note: This story takes place after Michelle Jones’s omorashi story. When the news of who is Spider-Man and it exposed that Peter Parker was in fact the friendly neighbour Spider-Man. Years passed and people bullied him based on his secret identity because of J Jonah Jameson’s remarks on him as a menace. He couldn’t take it anymore because the whole world knew who is was, but the webhead was ment to be a secret with only a few people who knowing his identity. Peter did know that everyone knew who Tony Stark really was because he wanted to, but Peter wasn’t ready for this. Peter had a wonderful idea he should live in Wakanda, where the whole world thinks it is a small province of Africa and very poor, but it ain’t. He called up Black Panther to tell him, that he wants to live there for a while and King T’Challa agreed that he could come. T’Challa said that he will come to pick up Peter at 2 o’clock and the current time is 1:35 in the afternoon. He waited for the arrival of the vibranium jet, where it will take him on a journey he would never forget, the jet appeared a bit early than expected at 1:53. He grabbed everything he packed and raced downstairs to aboard the jet plane, this was the best day of his life, but then he remembered that he never told his girlfriend that he is going away to protect himself, but she could make it out and realise that it was for the greater good. While in Wakanda lay an embarrassing moment with the princess of Wakanda in her bed. Shuri loved to sleep naked, but it wasn’t due to the heat waves in Africa, but it was more a liking from her. The sheets aren’t covering her whole body because it’s so hot and it exposes her breasts and a bit of her ass. Anyway let’s get onto the embarrassing accident she had, yesterday she drank so much water and went to sleep with it stored in her system and now it made it into her bladder and now she desperately needs to pee, but Shari hates getting out of bed to go use the toilet because she finds she can’t sleep again after emptying her bladder. So she decided that s would wet the bed because of her hatred for using the toilet when she’s trying to sleep. It was only a matter of seconds when her bladder gave up and she could hear hissing noises and moaned softly when she could feel the bed getting wet. She got up and put the sheets in the washing machine to pretend her naughty accident did not happen, when the washing was finished she could hear the voice of her brother outside and she rushed to her bedroom and locked the door. She made up her bed and put a dressing gown on to hide her nude body. She went outside to find her brother with Spider-Man right next to him and the king spoke “Shuri, this is Peter Parker of New York he will be living with us for some time.” “Peter Parker, this is my sister Shuri.” And after that Peter said in the most romantic way to Shuri “Nice to meet you Shuri.” She gave him a cheeky smile maybe a sign of love or that she wanted to have sex with him. Black Panther told Parker that there was no place to sleep and he was fine with it and said “It’s fine, I’ll probably sleep in your sister’s room if that’s the only place to go.” “Yes there another bed in the bank of the room or you can choose to sleep with her because her bed is a queen bed.” Peter nodded his head in a yes and T’Challa left leaving Spidey and the princess alone. Anyway they both went to the vacant room and Peter went to get changed in the bathroom into his pyjamas and came out to see Princess Shuri laying naked on top of the bed exposing all of her private parts. Peter was loving this probably taking mental notes for Michelle back at home and probably imagining her exposing her whole body to him. He decided where he was sleeping and went into her bed and she slid in and they looked at each other as they fell in love and both fall asleep. Peter woke up later from a terrible dream and it woke up the princess and he found out he was sleeping naked, he asked her and she did it and she told him that she wanted to have sex with him, but Peter declined because of his relationship with MJ. Shuri went back to sleep but Spidey bet that she would try to use things to manipulate him to doing it. To Be Continued...