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A dark day overshadowed by its own achievements the onlookers watched as the stage lights flickered to life unaware of the truth hidden deep beneath the hard earth they stood on the man began waltzing about the recently constructied wood platform that would be gone as soon as it appeared he spoke not only to the large crowd he so skillfully baited but to himself “its foolproof” he thought “now now” his voice billowed from the speakers “i have a plan... one to change the world..... forever “ that last word never meant much before The crowd screamed for more, this man was a genius, biggest tech manufacturer in the city normally he went on about his newest phone or some computer thats name is worth more then it abilities but not today... chapter one never He looks at the crowd and smiles” looks like my job here is don-“ It truly was In less than a second blood splattered on the stage seeping in too the poorly sealed wood He fell as the crowd ran in panicked fury The attacker walked off stage almost unnoticed... almost she was a detective working freelance with long brown hair and more than an impressive body standing amongst the crowd but probably not the only one with a weapon Swiftly boring of the mans honeyed words she squeezed between the human wall or at least tried too get to the restroom Yet then disaster struck She watched as the attacker plunged a dagger into the back of the mans neck severing his spine immediately She took action and raced to the staircase barely noticing the warm drops of urine that slipped out into her panties She reached the stage only to see the murderer duck behind the curtains She sprinted after them with another spirt of urine leaking out As soon as she rounded the corner the murderer grabbed her in a choke hold, bolting into action she flipped them over her head and on to the ground her bladder bulging crying for release He hit the boards with a thud and quickly stood back up pointing the knife at her, she in response pulled her own weapon as a matter of reflex she stood holding the stub nose revolver, adrenaline coursing through her...and with urine running freely down her legs The murderer stood shocked for a moment, and that was the last mistake he made as she put a round in has forehead She relaxed a bit as her muscles loosened so did her bowels pushing a warm soft mass into her already saturated panties She reached to feel the extent of the damages touching the seat of her pants and squishing the mess against her body by accident “shit” she murmured to herself both figuratively and literally Swiftly brushing aside her own pride she marched forward toward the body hoping the stains and smells aren’t too clear She squatted down rubbing the mess against her body and rummaged through the corpses pockets finding two daggers near identical to the one it was holding , and a match box She stood up and hurried to her car It was a rundown suv with plenty of scratches and dings she took a seat feeling the warm mess of her shame After a quick and unpleasant ride she reached home undid the lock and walked in She took of the black long coat she was wearing emptied her pockets and walked to her room in the mid sized house. First she slid off the plane black shirt then pulled down and stepped out of the knee length black skirt and finally she pealed off her gray leggings they were stained...badly with long tendrils of wetness all having there origin from a large dark spot between the thighs. She looks down at her panties and scoffed”pee proof huh” then looking back at the stained leggings She cleaned up her mess and read over the packaging on her dresser it read. “Pee proof panties five pack/ perfect for ANY mishaps” She grabbed a clean pair and realized it was her last pair A hot pain of embarrassment spread throughout her chest thinking back, this was the seventh time this happened but never to this extent it was always just small spirts here and there but never a full mess though it had all started last week after a car wreck it just got worse with every incident she sighed and pulled on a low cut gray shirt along with a mid length skirt just above the knees She set her laundry in the washer, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and threw on her coat on her way out the door Another less unpleasant car ride later she arrived at the store, it was pretty big and a member of a large chain As she heads in she downs the last of her water and tosses it in the recycling bin She pushes her cart through row after row grabbing some groceries a few boxes of bullets from sporting goods and a few bottles of alcohol Then finally the last thing on her list She had been thinking about for awhile but overcoming her pride She pushes her cart down the hygiene aisle and winces and she grabs certain product of the shelf and into her cart then heads to checkout There was only one checkout land available and it hat three people in it she just got at the end of the line After a minute or two of waiting she felt a certain fullness of the bladder,and despite her...track record she decided to hold it, and after about ten minutes she was about to burst and was finally getting checked out with a few beeps and an overly talkative cashier just as he finishes, he looks and says “whats with the face something wrong” just as he looks down to the item that just declined to see one twelve pack of absorbent women’s Briefes, he looks back up to see relief on her face She was full to bursting and the loud noise of the barcode scanner declining sets her off,as at first a slow trickle soon spills out at full blast the hot urine rushing through her panties causing them to cling close to her skin... soon its done and she comes to the realization that she just pissed her self , her face reddens and she grabbed her items and rushed to the bathroom She calmly stepped into the large stall and opened the plastic bag the “briefs” were in and pulled down her panties, thankfully her skirt seemed to be spared as she wiped up and pulled on the brief She walked through the near empty parking lot with a minor yet still unfamiliar bulk between her legs yet she walked on, as she passed by a man he tried grabbing her and only managed to get a grip on the elastic band on her skirt She kicked his legs out from under him the man fall still holding the skirt pulling it down with him She sees another man out of the corner of her eye, holding a remarkably similar dagger to the ones she had in her possession but despite this mystery she was outnumbered and stepping out of her still on the ground skirt as she runs Upon reaching her car she locked the door and speed home Too Tired too think she ate a quick dinner took her shirt off and flopped into her bed Chapter two going She woke up around seven and stiffly crawled out of bed After a cup of coffee she looked at the situation someone killed the man at the event, whose name turned out to be Jim, that same someone probably sent those men who attacked her And here she is sitting in her house putting these things together in only her bra and the same brief she put on yesterday She goes to her room gets dressed in an large shirt and leggings only she looks in the mirror looks herself up and down “pretty normal” she murmured to herself as she pulls up the large shirt witch was about down to her lower thighs... to see that the Beige outside of the brief was pretty clear to see through the thin black leggings She inspects the match box she found and notes it has the name of a club on it On her way out she pulls on her coat and climbed in her car and made her way to the address on the match box It was a rather seedy bar with few people speaking in hushed tones She orders herself a drink sits down and begins watching for anyone who could be behind the murderer, after nearly 9 hours of sitting around drinking and waiting with a few bathroom breaks, finally she sees someone walk out from behind the counter from seemingly nowhere, they exit the bar and she as they climbed into there car wrote down there license plate She having got what she needed drove home and drank to celebrate her discovery Normal routine and she flopped in bed ditching everything but her bra and briefs Waking up is unpleasant when you have a hangover even more so in her situation She woke up cold and clammy and pulled her sheets off to see a large wet patch on the bed and to realize her brief was soaked” i wet the bed” she murmured to herself And a new voice confirmed with”yes did you naughty little baby” says the voice in a seductive female tone, She turns in surprised and sees a woman sitting on a arm chair “your making a mistake investing the murder” the woman scoffed “The names Evelyn” the women states “and your Armani correct?”Evelyn was correct Armani quickly pulled a gun from under her bed and pointed it at Evelyn”who are you Armani asked “hey no need to go ballistic” Evelyn jokes before being shot in the kneecap “WHAT WAS THAT FOR”Evelyn screamed “Trespassing”Armani quickly replies “now who do you work for” she asked Evelyn grins despite the pain” you need not to know but maybe I’ll tell you on one condition “and what is that” Armani replied then retrained her gun to The woman’s forehead then she noticed a small hisss was heard and upon looking at the women’s things to see a yellow liquid leaking out the women’s face contorted in embarrassment, Armani chuckled to her self but stopped mostly because of the sagging brief she was wearing so clearly Evelyn looked Armani in the eyes and said three things” first say sorry and fix my knee, next give me a chance to clean up then”she grinned”then...make out with me”Evelyn said in an oh so seductive tone Armani smiled”maybe I just might... shoot you in the head” a pull of the trigger and the problems were solved or at least for now Evelyn wasn’t dead only knocked out by the rubber rounds, She grabs the unconscious body and lays her out on the bed front down only to see a large wet spot on the women’s nylon pants Armani sighed and stripped the wet pants off of Evelyn to see emerald green silk panties saturated to the maximum With a slightly cruel thought Armani pulled off the panties wiped her off and put a brief on her Looking at herself she also cleaned up tossing the soggy briefs and putting on a fresh pair, she looked in the mirror as she was pulling a skirt on and thought “that was a disaster” before putting her shirt on and throwing her bed sheets to the washer Soon Evelyn was slowly waking to find herself bound to a chair, thinking back this had not gone well for her in fact not only had she been apprehended but she pissed her self as well”what do we have here” Armani asked “ready to talk” Evelyn only then realized she had to go to the bathroom “ok ok just let me go to the bathroom”Evelyn knew when she was beat “ talk first” Armani replied smugly “Fine i was sent to capture you by the or-“ she cut herself off suddenly clenching and holding her legs together Armani grinned and kneeled down grabbed Evelyn’s legs and pulled them apart then with her other hand pressed down on The women’s abdomen and with a quick push a large bulge formed between her thighs then the mess spread throughout the brief Armani looked and said”see you went to the bathroom now talk” “i was sent to capture you by the organization i don’t know anything i was just in it for the money i was just following orders” Evelyn pleaded “Fine “Armani reached for the knot at the back of the chair and let the ropes fall slack Evelyn stood up with an unfamiliar bulk and a large mess between her legs “this feels kinda nice i could get use to this” she thought because being shoved out of the house “ hey at least give me a skirt or something”Evelyn demanded before being shoved out the door without a word Days four pass and Armani has a plan... She unlocked the door and took her coat off, she had been doing smaller cases to ward off any suspecting onlookers As per usual she striped down removing her shirt and undoing the buttons on her skirt. the usual situation had happened a car passed too quickly to recklessly clipping the back of her car and jolting a brief jet of urine loose into the brief she was wearing yet she stripped them off too and went too her dresser pulling out pair of cotton panties and looking at the package of briefs only one left she had been going through two or three a day with nine or ten small incidents a day nothing too major, though it was kind of embarrassing having to wear them but better then piss running down her thighs every time she gets startled Just to be safe she put on three pairs of panties... it was about eight o’clock and she was sitting at the table eating her dinner in only her undergarments After finishing up she was washing her plate off and a motorcycle speed by loudly she dropped the dish in the sink in surprise when it wore off she felt a familiar warmth The damage wasn’t to great only one layer was wet but too be safe she put on a fourth pair of panties before bed Chapter three What do you believe It was a cool morning with rays of sunshine glaring through the closed blinds She woke up slowly and sat up “what a nice morning “ she thought sarcastically And then with the realization that a coldness was setting in she threw off the covers and looked down to see the entire sheet was soaked through and so were the panties she wore After mentally scolding herself for letting this happen the second time,she took all the sheets of and tossed them in the washer she took everything off and climbed into a hot bath and relaxed, After about thirty minutes she crawled out wrapped a towel around herself and went to get dressed She had a plan for today and she was going too dress for it First she pulled one the last brief ,then four pairs of panties over it one of them being triple seated cotton another being one of her pee proof panties the third being laced silk the last being a pair of emerald green silk panties that felt fitting for the situation Then she slipped into a bra with a chain mail one over it, and she slipped a small single shot .22 pistol into a small pocket of the bra And as embarrassing as it was she pulled over the one romper like onesie and snapped it shut at the crouch She pulled on a pair of green pantyhose and set of light gray leggings on that still had some discolored stains from last time Then simple athletic shorts with a navy blue pleated skirt After that she slipped a kevlar vest and a pair of shoulder holsters A small gun in the pocket of her shorts A side holster over the skirt with a .38 revolver And a simple black shirt Almost ready she grabbed an ammo bag and made sure it had at least to magazines for everything along with some first aid supplies Then she slung a pump acton shot gun over her shoulder She pulled on her coat and downed a bottle of water and a quick breakfast Then she hit the road After an hour of driving she pulled up to what was supposed to be an abandoned military base... it wasn’t abandoned She stepped inside and quietly crepe until she grabbed a small almost unnoticeable handle in the floor”exactly where she said it would be” she thought as she lifted the handle and opened the hatch, as she creeps down the narrow staircase she feels a few drops escape into the soft padding between her legs. But at last she reached the bottom and there was a long concrete hallway with a single woman patrolling up and down the hallway, she slipped along the shadows getting closer and closer the she simply pulled out a white handkerchief,jumped behind the guard held it over their mouth and after a second the guard fell to the ground' she rummaged through the guards equipment the only thing worth while being a taser. She stood back up took one last look at the guard and saw the large yellow puddle that had had leaked out of the their unconscious body reminding her of a small pain form her bladder. She pressed forward and swiftly yet near silently opened the door at the end of the hallway to see... a... ballroom with people dancing slowly in circles yet strangely completely and utterly silent. She walked through people turned there heads to look but they all had the same face it was... disturbing Finally she reached the end there was one of these... things alone then it walked up to her then with a surprising powerful grip it began to do the same walz as everyone else she had no choice but to play along, soon she felt herself clenching as the moves of the dance became more and more extravagant until it held her close, she felt a sharp pain in her chest as the thing released her with a dagger sticking out of her chest “ but how” she wondered for she was wearing body armor, she staggered back as spirts of urine started seeping into the brief she finally fell and drifted off. Only to wake up with her arms and legs belted to the cold metal interrogation table she laid upon. She looked at the situation she was bound to a table she still seemed to have all her weapons on her, her brief was soaked but lucky it wasn’t leaking and somehow she still felt full up. After a minute or two someone walked through the door It was Evelyn wearing only a corset and a short pleated skirt she looked then with a gleeful expression said” hey its you again, ya know because of you i got taken off field duty and got moved to interrogator””how did you like the show...it was caused by a halogenic gas ““but hey were friends and all i mean i sent you all that information” Armani replied “ just untie me all right” Evelyn grinned and stated” not without some fun first” before prancing up to Armani and giggling as she pushed down on Armani’s abdomen after a brief moment both of the women heard the low hisssss as Armani slowly let it trickle out without trying to stop it but most of it stopped was stopped by the four layers of panties she wore, soon after a warm mess spilled into the leaking brief but stopped Armani felt she let enough out Evelyn laughed and said “ lets get you cleaned up” before undoing the belts on her legs and pulling down her shorts and skirt next the leggings”you’ve pissed these before” as she removed the dry yet stained leggings then the pantyhose and she looked at the plane white snap on” oooh scandalous” as she unbuttoned the crotch piece to see emerald green silk panties...after a laughing fit from Evelyn she said “ ooh you must be pissing these worst than I use too” before removing them and the dry silk ones she wore below, then there it was the pee proof panties contained most of it along with the cotton ones “ i use to wear stuff like these before that incident with you” she says peeling them off then at last she looked at the soaking wet brief Evelyn broke the sides before lifting them out rolled them up and tossed them in the trash bin Armani spoke up” do you have any of these briefs” she asked shyly Evelyn grinned and restated “ i use to wear stuff like these before that incident with you... I decided i didn’t need them it was only a intimation mission ... boy was i wrong” “then i decided to switch to something stronger”she lifted up her skirt and shows off a white pull-ups with padding all the way front and back instead of just on the bottom like the brief and a wetness indicator that showed dry...for now...Evelyn turned left and right showing off her pull-up”trust me they hold a-lot more””I’ve been having plenty of wetting lately... in fact” she lifts her skirt a little higher as she, with ease released a stream of urine while the wetness indicator turned a clear blue” I’ve been wearing them everywhere” she stated “i never have to be desperate of embarrassed again I’ve just been pissing my self whenever even if there’s a bathroom” she lets her skirt back down and says “ here lets get you one as well” she reached into a pocket and unfolded the soft fabric outside of the pull-ups then produced a bottle of talcum powder from who knows wear proceeded to powder Armani’s crotch and pull on the pull-ups Armani was ashamed too be getting changed but it did feel good having the thicker padding between her thighs Evelyn put all of Armani clothes back on her including those emerald green silk panties that she was still laughing about Evelyn finished uniting Armani and helped her stand back up “lets keep going”Armani proclaims and they together head deeper in the base Soon they after sneaking through seemingly abandoned hallways they reached what looked like a large conference room Capter four Knifepoint “It seems like some kind of meeting”Armani pointed out “AND I WASENT INVITED””give me that shotgun” raged Evelyn And so she did handing the gun to Evelyn and drawing her .44 revolver Then all hell broke loose, the two marched through the unsuspecting crowd both weapons loaded with rubber bullets soon the fifty sixty people the were assembled were all on the ground... all except one who stood alone in the crowd the lady held a combat knife and charged Armani held her ground as she felt the warm bulge of the absorbent material swelling between her thighs not even knowing she has pisses herself as the women took a stab with reckless abandon and immediately got pistol wiped and knocked out Armani looked and said”lets try to sneak next time now I’m going to take this uniform“Armani took off her coat shirt skirt and leggings putting everything in the bag leaving her only in the onesie, Evelyn piped up” ooh i might need to get one of those” She slipped the uniforms big dark blue shirt and put on the uniforms pencil skirt Evelyn laughter broke the silence as she pointed up the women Armani stripped was wearing a similar pull-up to her own, except it had cartoonish cheerleaders wearing oversized diapers printed on it along with the wetness indicator that instead of being a single line was a bunch of stars disappeared one at a time depending on how wet it was...there were no stars... Evelyn rummaged around and found in a large pouch of a utility belt two more similar ones depicting all the latest cartoon princesses “ one for you one for me” she said and gave one to Armani who did not see the appeal and shoved it in her bag “like i would ever were that” she thought “In fact i could go for a change now”Evelyn grinned unbuttoning her skirt and letting it fall down she stepped out of the skirt and bent down to pick it up practically pointing out the large brown stain showing through her soaked pull-ups Armani mockingly said” you couldn’t hold it” , Evelyn replied in a seductive tone” what is a girl to do” “and i know you probably didn’t hold it that well”, she had guessed correctly Evelyn finished cleaning and powdering herself up and slipped into the childish garment before buttoning her skirt back up “Lets go”Armani said and they pressed onward After looking around they found what they were looking for, a windowless door with the label administrations office, Armani felt a pressure in her bowels Upon entering they saw a lone women in a tailored suit with long pink hair staring at around twelve computer monitors each one with a different camera feed “I’ve been expecting you” the women states” “cliché” booed Evelyn Ignoring her the women continued”you did good to make it this far for now its time to meet... your...d o o m” as the women flips out a six inch folding knife “NOW ITS ON”Evelyn yells as she try’s to rack a shell in the shotgun only too find herself out of ammo not discouraged she flips the gun around and grabs the barrel and holds the gun like a baseball bat The women turns to show her face... a face with one robotic eye and with elegant accuracy the throws the blade, it flys centimeters from Evelyns hip slicing the string holding the button on her skirt””missed me”Evelyn taunted only for her skirt to fall down showing the childish pull-ups “i didn’t think such childish garments came in such a size nor did i know you were such a baby” The women said with a smugness Evelyn did not respond with words but with acton ramming the stock of her shotgun into the women’s head, the women fell to her knees but recovered quickly and dive rolled behind her and slammed an open palm into the back of Evelyn’s calf Evelyn fell down and swore as the stars fade from her pull-ups along with a large brown bulge that had formed“see...all you are is a incompetent idiotic incontinent traitorous diaper wearing child” the women states with a hint of rage Armani trying to get the jump on the women took a shot with her revolver the loud bang of the shot startling a jolt of urine into the damp pull-up only for the women to cleave it in half with her knife Armani prepared for a last stand drawing a combat knife she charged the women immediately slashed the elastic band of her skirt slicing both gun belts as well Armani slashed at the women and made a clean cut to the front of her suit causing it too fall from the women’s shoulders and hang at her hips showing off a tight sports bra The women brought the knife down in a downward strike yet Armani dogged to the side the knife only cutting off the side of the shorts Armani wore causing them too fall to the ground Armani slashed at the women’s hand throwing the women’s knife across the room with that the women lunged taking them both to the ground she grabbed Armani’s leggings and yanked them off along with the pantyhose but then Armani kicked her away the women got up close and managed to rip Armani‘s shirt off with her well manicured nails leaving Armani wearing nothing over the snap on onesie “a childish costume” the women scoffed as they both stood squared up The women kicked low hitting both of the snaps then she grappled Armani and flung her over her shoulder pulling the onesie off alone with picking back up her knife and causing Armani to let out a five second long stream of urine as well at that moment Armani realized that”she was doing this on purpose”Armani could only wonder Armani stood in only the ballistic vest and the emerald green silk panties the women lunged and pulled the vest off of Armani then pulling down her panties as Armani pulled down the women’s pants This left Armani in her lacy satin...and the women in a pair of pink ruffled panties that had a stain on the bottom A brief moment of silence passed only broken by a familiar sound hisssss They both looked down at the others crotch The women stared at the yellow stream flowing freely from Armani’s panties Armani stared at the long stream of urine that emanated from a clear dark splotch contrasting the vibrant pink of the ruffed panties a splotch that appeared in the same spot as the discolored stain They both in that moment throw their knives Almost as if in slow motion the knives collided in the air flying by and cutting through the side of the others panties Both of the under garments fell to the ground The women looks at Armani’s pull-up that was still leaking through “how ironic” The women thought Armani looked down at the women’s crotch and thought “how hypocritical” as she looked at the bright pink cloth diaper that was so thick she couldn’t even put her legs together “she must have more accidents then me to be leaking through something so thick” At last both streams stopped and they looked each others eyes and the women said “we are the same you and i we were both pissing are-selves throughout the fight we both are on the verge of messing are-selves we both woke up in a wet bed this morning we. Are. The. Same” and Armani acknowledge that everything she just said was true *three days earlier Chapter five Mile Sonia drove home after a long day at work soon she pulled up and got out of her car entered her house and stripped out of her suit and she looked in the mirror here she stood in her cloth diaper, not only that she had been so nervous one point today that she shit herself, oh the embarrassment she could swear everyone could tell, she changed out of it and cleaned herself off She went to her drawer and disappointing only saw one diaper left, she would have to do laundry unfortunately the washer was already running She put on the diaper had dinner and went to sleep That night It hounded at her just because she got yelled by her superiors she shit herself her mined just kept coming back to it probably everyone could tell yet soon she drifted to sleep She woke up and crawled out of bed with a ringing at the door she was too tired to be self aware she grabbed her mug of coffee downed most of it and went to the door not bothering to check who it was and flung it open to see a door to door salesman she panicked and came to her senses and immediately started pissing her already wet diaper wearing nothing else besides her diaper and bra the door to door salesman saw her fling open the door and immediately piss herself and leak onto the floor He just backed away She shut the door in an panicking fluster”i just pissed my self in front of a random person”and in this panic she promptly sat down and tried to calm down she relaxed her muscles... all of them and she sat there as she unloaded her bladder... and her... bowls shoving a massive mess into her diaper After ten minutes she calmed down mopped the floor and cleaned up throwing all her diapers into the washer to find she had no detergent She never was fully toilet trained she always wet the bed and pisses herself.....constantly its just how it was... She pulled a pair of pink ruffle panties and hoped nothing bad would happen as unprotected as she was she put on some white leggings and short shorts she climbed in her car After a thirty minutes drive she exits her car and walks across the parking lot soon she walks in the store as she walks along she sees one of her employees about ten feet away in the hygiene aisle, it was Evelyn who looked slyly grinned lifted up her skirt revealing a slim white pull-up and Sonia watched as she began pissing herself...willingly? Sonia wondered what would make her do such a thing before Evelyn bent her knees slightly and shit herself then bent over seeming showing off and picked up a box of pull-ups she set down as well as a bottle of baby powder Sonia decided it wasn’t her business and got detergent checked and went to the bathroom before leaving only to walk in and see Evelyn from below the stall pulling down a messy pull-up and sliding on a fresh one “ how could she not care like that anyone could see” Sonia wondered suddenly she heard the sound of the stall door being unlocked Sonia swiftly fled from the restroom and walk towards the door while nervously thinking” shes behind she will recognize me she has to be behind me she must know my secret but i cant look behind me then she will know i know” suddenly her knees locked up as a spirt of urine slipped out she clenched as hard as she could but that only made it worse as urine cascaded through her shorts down her leggings and leaving a discolored stain on her pink panties She went home thoughtless took the wet shorts leggings and panties off And started a load of laundry She Put on a pair of pink panties and climbed in bed and fell asleep despite it only being noon Sonia woke up too the same loud annoying alarm clock a quick slap was all it needed to quite down she sat up slowly and felt a coldness, she lifted up the covers to see that the pink panties she was wearing had done nothing to stop bed wetting ... again not only that, she had shit herself in her sleep sadly this wasn’t new after a second she felt the need to go again and decided it wasn’t worth getting up, she freely released what she could of held easily the warm liquid spreading through her panties and leaking onto the bed...she laid in her mess for thirty minutes, before getting up making and eating breakfast then getting changed Soon she laid down gave herself a heavy coating of baby powder and slipping the pink childish cloth diaper and attaching the velcro that held it on She pulled the same pink ruffle panties as yesterday that now had an stain to remind her of that incident she put on a suit and went to work... She watched the camera feed as the two of them ripped through her guards and finished downing her water bottle right at they finished up after a minute of Evelyn changing they entered the room she tried to be as intimidating as one can possibly be while pissing herself in fear Chapter six Ending They looked each other in the eyes and Sonia charged forwards only for Armani to punch her Sonia fell onto her knees and let it go as she released a massive mess into her diaper Only seconds later it was followed up by Armani doing the same as the tight constants of the pull-up push it against her skin Armani sat down beside Sonia and asked “join us” “yes” she replied simply “well now we have to get out of here”Armani stated”we also all need to get changed” Sonia pointed out Sonia stood up and opened one of her desk drawers and pulled out a bag of wet wipes and a cloth diaper she changed herself while Armani woke up Evelyn” wake up” Armani said before slapping her...hard After a few minutes they got Evelyn up to speed then she changed into a new white pull-up and Now it was Armani’s turn “ do you have anymore pull-ups” she asked “nope” Evelyn replied sassily” you just have to wear the princess one” Evelyn finished Armani cleaned up but felt ashamed to be putting on the colorful pull-up yet she found it strangely attractive she put it on grabbed all the clothes on the floor only bothering to put on the onesie soon they departed headed for Armani’s house When they got there Armani gathered all her stuff and loaded it into the suv soon they were bound for Sonia’s home in which there were moving into” your house was on the map you will be safer here”as they pulled up in front of a large house they upon entering they Evelyn and Armani stood in awe of the overly fanciful house Armani stood and didn’t particularly notice the urine flooding out with a hissssss Evelyn looked over and said”that impressive huh” Armani only then felt the wetness between her thighs she blushed with embarrassment “i see were your coming from” Evelyn said with a hissss of her own After an hour of two Evelyn went to the store to get some things and Armani finished getting everything moved in then she laid down on the couch and took a nap Armani is awoken with a sharp pain and felt a mess entering her pull-up she looked up to see Evelyn had been pushing down on her abdomen “what was that for” she asked “nothing in particular” Evelyn replied just we’ve have been told to lay low for about a month, also catch” she says tossing a 115 pack of pull-ups “for you” * a month later* Armani entered the building to see Evelyn lounging about”rough day?” She asked mocking the large wet spot on her pants and had a leaking pull-up “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to”Armani stated before walking off to her room Armani had another lead on the case but first she needed to clean up first... she walked over to the dresser she kept her pull-ups in she found it to be near empty only two left she didn’t think she went through them so quickly she only used four or five a day and often one at night and she had pretty regular accidents but rarely messed “ehh “she thought “it won’t be a problem as she put on the second to last one and shoved to other in her bag along with a pair of panties just in case She put on some clothes threw on her coat and called” i will be back in a few She walked out the door and drove off Whey they had asked Sonia what she knew about the murder she proclaimed that she only organized it she had no part in the motive Armani Was driving lone forest roads on a cold day to a hidden outpost she only saw the coronets to coronets that she saw while looking through Sonia’s computer She stepped out of the car and immediately felt a chill run through her body but sure enough she found a door to a concrete bunker she made sure her revolver was loaded she placed the explosives by the door lit the fuse and dived for cover she landed unsure if it had it properly only for the blast boom through the empty forest, causing a pleasant warmth too grow between her thighs... she stood up and stepped past the rubble of the door she shivered seeing that it was only colder down there she descended down the damp concrete stairs She came to a door with the temperature being about thirty degrees and a clamminess settling in where the fabric of the pull-up had been saturated none the lest she cracked the door to see only only one guard who was wearing a heavy button-up one piece jumpsuit the guard Strangely the guard had a look of desperation with her eyes close and her jaw clenched the women twisting and pushing her legs together in a attempt to hold it in “she must be desperate” she took aim at said guard and she tensed up she pulled the trigger a small amount of urine leaking out and then...click the gun misfired, Armani felt the urine flood and leak out of her pull-up while the women turned only to see Armani and a brief expression of fear ran across her face before a wave of relief “she must not piss herself very often” Armani thought The women held the face of simple relief for a minute Armani looked down at the women’s crotch to see no wetness “this job must require her to wear a diaper”Armani considered as the guard seeing Armani blushed violently her face red with embarrassment she just fell over and passed out with shame Armani walked up and unbuttoned the jumpsuit to she too see she was wearing regular panties but they were soaked through with a large mess in the back, she looked to see that the suit itself had what looked like a cloth diaper built in between the legs Armani looked around to find a locker with a identical jumpsuit “this could be useful”Armani though as she shoved it in her bag in said locker she also found a bag of wet wipes that she used to clean up and change into her last pull-up she slipped it one the fabric being cold against her skin She continued down a long hallway finally entering a room with a long row of cells only for a swift all oxygen cut off from her brain she collapsed the women stood over Armani’s unconscious body “suspect apprehended” she said into a radio she noticed a puddle leaking out and lifted up Armani’s skirt “place her in cell six B” “and bring her a diaper change” Evelyn laid about bored and alone in the large house wearing only her undergarments and a childishly printed pull-up she decided too snoop around some She came too Sonia’s room and began rummaging in her drawers Evelyn laughed loudly and she looked in Sonia’s bottom drawer “all of her panties and diaper are pink” she says cracking up see sees a pair different from to rest... a dark blue pull on swim diaper “oh i have to try this on” she says along with grabbing a pink bikini top from her room she took off her wet pull-up and slipped a clean one with the swim diaper over it she put on a bikini top and despite to being fifty degrees she dived in and stayed perfectly dry she swam back up and took a deep breath then swam to the bottom “now for the final test” she thought as she flooded into the diaper she felt a stark contrast between the cold water and the warmth between her thighs she was happy” wait till I put one on Armani” she said only half joking Sonia stood yelling at one of her employees ‘what do you mean you lost it” she demanded in her most intimidating voice as a steady flow of urine was absorbed by her diaper.“ i must of been pick pocketed or something the hard drive was in my pocket one second gone the next” the employee stated in a panic squirming“please don’t fi-“ she was cut off by a long hissss as she jammed her legs together in a attempt to stem the flow the employee drooped her head in shame “I’m sorry i yelled” Sonia said apologizing “go get yourself cleaned up and take the day off “Sonia said “can you keep a secret “Sonia asked, the women nodded Sonia stood up and pulled down her pants and undergarments giving the women a flash of her wet pink cloth diaper before pulling her pants back up The women smile and thanked Sonia on her way out Only minutes later a video call appeared on all her screens “ have you apprehended the targets yet Sonia” the voice asked menacingly “no i have not” Sonia replied while pissing herself violently “do so swiftly” and the call ended Sonia hoped they didn’t notice the urine that was still running down her legs Armani slowly opened her eyes as she began recollecting what lead her here soon she snapped awake she was suspended form the ceiling about ten feet above the ground held up by two long elastic ropes connected to a harness she was wearing that had belts holding each thigh connected to a belt on her hips similar too what a bungee jumper would use the only difference being the locks holding it on she also noticed the new pull-up she was wearing that depicted cartoonish cheerleaders wearing oversized diapers she felt embarrassed that not only someone had changed her that they put that on her, it was dry... for now She soon realized her hands were gripped onto two handles on the elastic rope as soon as she released them for a moment she held shakily upright until something hit her in the back shooting urine into the aforementioned pull-up she flipped upside down and swinging back and forth before she saw the guard that must of captured her who was wearing a jumpsuit that must of been the guards uniform “so your awake” the guard said joyfully “ i haven’t reported your capture to headquarters yet... lets talk first” she says Armani looked and said” have i seen you before” The women laughed” i was about to bring that up you the one who stole me uniform off my unconscious body and left me to be A LAUGHINGSTOCK” she raged “Now its my turn” she hits a button on a small remote the ropes expand and contract swinging Armani around each sharp turn shooting a little more urine into the pull-up And it stops leaving Armani hanging upside down and finally lets loose as a yellow streams run out of the top of the pull-up down her chest and thankfully missing her head “WHO IS THE BABY NOW” the guard screamed maniacally As Armani hung upside down she slowly and inconspicuous reached into a hidden pocket and pointed the small pistol at the guard the pistol made a quiet crack as the small bullet stuck the remote the cables released Armani hit the ground with a dive roll swiftly upper cutting the guard knocking her to the ground Sonia arrived home to see Evelyn laying back in the pool she walked up Evelyn looked and said” drink too much at the office?” In a snarky tone “if you made a mess in then pool your cleaning it” Sonia scolded she couldn’t see what Evelyn was wearing “you want a peek” Evelyn said seductively before strutting out of the pool showing off the blue swim diaper that had a large bulge in the back “Is that-” “yes”” did you-“ “also yes” “have you seen-“” she left””want me to join you””.......yes” Sonia stepped inside went to her room peeled off her wet pants and slid down her panties, she sighed and looked in the mirror, the bottom of the diaper was soaked through...it was shameful. She put on a fresh cloth diaper then slid on the swim diaper they really didn’t absorb that much and were covers more than anything else She put on a matching blue tie on bikini top and a swim skirt she looked out the window her room was on the third floor with a balcony above the pool She stood atop the railing bent her knees and jumped as she fell everything felt like slow motion as she fell through the air her bladder released... so did her bowls. Armani swiftly reached into a pocket of the dazed women’s the jumpsuit and pulled out what seemed to be a spare remote she set a 30 minute timer on it and in a cruel twist tore the guards jumpsuit off too see her beige panties it looked like she had been relying on the jumpsuit based of the countless resent stains but they were dry lowered another harness down and latched it on the guard clicking the lock shut and shoved the key into her shirt pocket the guard jolted up only too see the spare remote on the ground then to see Armani step on the raise max button and both began being pulled by the powerful winches hundreds of feet above them They stopped at forty feet the limit they would go with someone in them “Now here’s a fight” Armani said as she started swinging back and forth The guard said nothing as she twisted her legs together “I wish I was wearing a diaper” she thought nervously soon Armani swung back and put her feet forward hitting the guard with a massive kick the guards hands would of immediately shot to her crotch if not for the fact she had to hold on to the handles to stay upright tears rolled from her eyes as Armani watched as the nice beige color of her panties swiftly formed into a dark spot it was all clear too see the harness not helping and it covered nothing urine ran down her legs as she lost all control in a clear display of defeat she went limp no longer holding her legs together let a mess push clearly push into her panties Armani just let go in her pull-up she had no point trying to hold it for twenty more minutes Sonia hit the water the... contents of her diaper settled down Evelyn looked starstruck “Did you just-“ “yes””are you-“ yeah””did you p-“shamefully”yes and yes” They both settled down in the pool and relaxed Armani hung there”only ten minutes left” she thought as the other women hung there limp Armani watched as more urine freely spilled out rewetting her panties Armani also felt more urine get absorbed into the near full pull-up as suddenly she felt a jerk so did the guard as she lifted her head up they began lowering soon they hit base the harnesses unlocked automatically the guard seemed to disappear Armani took off the pull-up rolled it up and tossed it into the corner of the room she did a full search of the abandoned jumpsuit the the sewn in diaper was soaked and a single hard drive was found she slipped it into her shirt pocket she found her bag right outside the room she choose too just put on her panties a pair of emerald green silk panties Armani found most of her things that had been stuffed in her bag sadly it lacked one thing...pants she left the same way she came Evelyn and Sonia had been relaxing in the pool when Armani’s car pulled up and she ran inside “was she wearing and pants” Evelyn asked “well neither are we” Sonia replayed jokingly “it’s about time to get out””yeah” Armani rushed to the nearest computer not even bothering to get cleaned up she slammed the hard drive in and opened it up...it was a text file with a long chunk of numbers and some orders she input the numbers into a maps program and the spot showed...in the middle of a lake nine hours away Chapter 7 long road Armani after thinking for a minute Armani decided to take a shower and go to bed and so she did Evelyn noted she only had two pull-ups left then one She crawled in bed and passed out The next morning Evelyn woke up dry for once and stepped out of her room too see Armani with a small duffel bag “whats this about“ Evelyn pounded aloud”road trip, here’s your bag” “and change into this” tossing her a emerald green cloth diaper,...she loved it already “Were taking a taxi to avoid suspicion” Soon they all climbed in the taxi that had pulled up Evelyn lounged in the crowded backseat of the taxi unable too do as much as put her legs together “these cloth diapers are kinda nice” she thought “so were are we going” Evelyn asked not filled in on the plan “Key lake” Armani explained About four hours into the ride the driver stopped and looked back “you girls need a bathroom brake” she asked “Nope” ”nada” ”not at all” they replied “are you sure you’ve been drinking a lot back there” “Maybe i will”Evelyn said unbuckling her seatbelt in the still moving car Hisssssssss “Are you wearing...diapers” the driver asked Yes” answered Armani Evelyn didn’t say a word and lifted up her skirt Sonia just nodded “Huh i always thought about trying some on for long drives like this but i end up getting too nervous and decided I’ll just go in my pants I even got a plastic seat cover and everything. After a few more hours of back and forth conversation and a few accidents in the back Surely enough a tricking was heard from the front They pulled up in the front of a decent hotel paid the fair and put up for the night after tossing the three wet *two messy* into the places run down washer The next morning Evelyn awoke to see the others had rented a bunch of diving equipment “What’s really going on here”Evelyn asked The organization should have a base deep below the lake were here to find it” Armani fully explained the plan Soon they were on the beach carrying their waterproof bags of gear and walking with the bulky cloth diapers under their swim diapers They padded out too the middle of the lake stripped of the clothes they were wearing Armani was nervous,feeling her stomach churn and cramp Sonia had done this plenty times before And Evelyn was ecclesiastical and slightly aroused by the idea They dove into the water too hopefully re-emerge soon Nearly after an hour of swimming they found it... a hatch they entered After going through a manual airlock they found themselves standing face to face with three guards all wearing the same white underwear and bra with nothing over them one seemed too be straining Evelyn stepping forward said “here let me show you how its done” she walked up too the straining guard who had numerous yellow stains that showed clearly on the white material “ take your hands off your crotch” the women slowly complied “ get in a more comfortable position stop forcing your legs together” “now the past doesn’t matter nor does the future don’t worry everyone has been embarrassed just ignore it make it a choice not something your body tells you two just breath in and.........release “the women expression became blissful just as her pants were becoming yellow “Did you just coach her through wetting herself””yes, yes I did”Evelyn said smugly The women opened her eyes too see her comrades were on the ground the intruders were gone Armani looked at the three hallways they had come upon”we should split up” Armani said “Yeah lets spit up and end up pissing and messing ourselves along with about everyone else absurd amounts in a short time in oddly erotic fashions only for our story too end up on a piss fetish website with minimal attention and no part three”Evelyn said with no regards to the forth wall “Good idea” Sonia stated before taking off the first hallway Armani took the second rushing into the darkness Evelyn was left with no choice but too travel down the third, the diaper between her legs dryer then she would of liked it but no matter how much she squeezed nothing came out Armani found herself in a large assembly hall with hundreds of people all wearing the same white near translucent shorts “what is this place”she wondered suddenly people started moving she ducked into the nearest door too see a locker room she had a plan Sonia entered a room her vision blinked and she found herself on a stage and she began too preform dancing with grace suddenly she stopped, urine flowing free down her legs despite any protection she was wearing the crowd watched silent she tried to continue but she couldn’t, feeling a mess into her diaper she saw the crowd...unimpressed Evelyn walked down the near empty hallways”i bet the others are having fun” she thought as she looked onward at the empty hallway after rounding a corner she saw a sign in front of a room labeled dressing she rushed in only to see a plethora of outfits from panties to full costumes she intended too have fun Moon woke up even more tired then when she went too sleep she sighed “wet the bed again” as she got up and stepped outside it was chilly perfect for a bike ride her house was far away enough that she didn’t need to get dressed she hopped on her bike feeling urine against her skin “i need a change”she thought taking off on her bike Armani quickly opened a unlocked locker then grabbed the uniform inside the outfit being a strange pick for a uniform it had no benefits or insignia it was...strange she pulled on the uniform’s bottoms over her own and took her top off then replaced it with the white one she looked in the dressing room mirror the blue cover of the swim diaper showed through clearly “it doesn’t matter”she thought as she walked out of the dressing room as her stomach churned and twisted Sonia woke up “the gas” she thought as she sat up she was in a lab laying on a table with her clothes missing and wearing only some plastic panties she felt liquid sloshed in the bottom it was uncomfortably warm she looked at the other rows of tables each one having another person laying atop them in the same outfit then she recognized some on the far end she walked over it was one of her employees the same one that pissed herself in front of her...but wait that girl was still at base then who was this Evelyn was having fun in the strange room filled to the brim with completely unused clothes the only things that had been used wear some plain white dresses that had evidently had seen some...use mostly because of the deep yellow stains on the front and back she tried on as much as she could and finally decided on a cheerleader outfit Evelyn decided that it was hers now along with many others as she went too the next room Moon road her bike down the worn trails scantily dressed and her undergarments filling up she let her mind wander as she effortlessly peddled “is what I’m doing right “ she thought before being cut off by a low hanging branch to the face she fell back his the ground with her crotch being submerged in the near full blue plastic panties she wore Armani snuck along the empty halls hopefully unnoticed before seeing a sign captain it said she burst in and pointed the gun from her dry bag a the first person she saw a woman with nearly white hairs despite not looking over thirty she sat a desk with countless unorganized papers she was wearing a lab coat over a skirt and long sleeve shirt they looked back with apprehension “do you belong her” she asked observing carefully Armani replied snappily “no now hands in the air” the women looked and said “ you don’t intend to shoot m-“ she was interrupted by being shot in the knee as the gun fired the door swung open knocking Armani forwards sending her face straight into the women’s crotch Armani’s face hit right as she heard a low hissss and then upon contact loud crinkling “well didn’t expect that”she said unsurely as a new person entered the room seeing a random person with their face in the bosses crotch “maybe i should leave” they said slowly backing out Sonia looked at the sleeping women wondering what was happening She was interrupted by technology roaring to life as a large machine almost like a 3d printer started depositing some strange substance on the platform in the center of it Sonia stood and watched as it began making...something Evelyn pranced into a pure white room only having one button on the inside Evelyn just had to press it. A robotic voice said “loading last simulation program no regrets” as the room changed around her soon at had recreated a large bar. Some as text appeared before her “you have no set goal with this program please act to your own accord time will pass on the outside with a minute to hour ratio” Evelyn thought “well i always wanted to try this” as she strolled to the bar and eyed up a lady Moon took her car too work to see that the boss was out With a sigh of relief she got to work at her desk somewhat glad that Sonia was out. moon couldn’t believe she had wet herself she knew and excepted that she wet the bed but not when she was awake After a while someone in a different bases uniform walked up and demanded her to come with them for a moment she was apprehensive but agreed Armani slowly stood back up looking the women wearing a lab coat in the eyes she stared back blushing “so i guess you know now” the women said as she did an uncomfortable gesture of lifting her skirt and showing the tab style diaper with a plastic outside she was wearing a loud hissssss broke the silence as the women’s once slim garment bulged outwards Armani looked the women in the eyes while the women...finished The hiss stopped after a few uncomfortable minutes the women forced a smile as she stood messing herself “Look just don’t make this any more unfortunate then it is” Armani said “How-a-boat a game” she says before being shot between the eyes and collapsing unconscious Armani felt her stomach churning she rapidly reached into drawer after drawer of the women’s desk she did indeed find the drawer she was looking for stealing a diaper out throwing off her undergarments they wouldn’t be enough as she taped the new dark purple diaper on It fit snugly, Armani took a deep breath and didn’t have much of a choice what happened next as the near liquid mess exploded against her skin and being absorbed by the diaper a solid mess forming of what wasn’t soaked up she felt it run down her legs then without a word she fell to the floor as guards rushed into the room a sharp pain hit and all went black Sonia watched and realized what the strange machine was making...a human It looked familiar but she only knew who it was once it finished it was.....her Sonia saw it open its eyes suddenly a women with nearly white hair despite not looking over thirty she was wearing a lab coat over a skirt and long sleeve shirt she gasped and looked at Sonia “you want to know what this is about right” Evelyn still in the simulation opened her eyes she didn’t sleep the simulation just skipped night Evelyn looked at the women lying next to her “that was enjoyable” she thought knowing that she had new...preferences She decided to toy with the simulation some she flipped up her skirt and tried to wet herself yet nothing she pushed and...the dam broke She fell over eyes closed her skirt up around her hips leaving everything to be exposed she flooded into the cloth diaper she was wearing into the swim diaper but it didn’t do much as it flooded on the bed and the simulation stopped Evelyn was laying on the floor of the white room and the robotic voice saying” total simulation time...ten minutes” Evelyn stayed still laying in the warm puddle forming around her when a team of guards stormed in the room a sharp needle like pain hit her in the back as she drifted away still wetting Moon was taken into another room and a needle was stabbed into her they drew some blood and told her to go back to work Sonia looked as the women pointed at each and every person laying on the tables “Isn’t science amazing” she said “we can light up the night we can travel the world in an instant and now we can create clones” she said as a look of bafflement spread across Sonia’s face “their are drawbacks of course such as it doesn’t work on men and there are some...biological changes””such as the fact that they” “well they”she lifted up her skirt revealing a diaper the thin plastic outside showing a yellow tint “they are completely... incontinent” the women finished as the diaper back bulged out some then settled down “suddenly Sonia was hit in the back of the head she feel to the ground piss leaking out of her full diaper All three of them were waking up Sonia stretched and attempted to sit up but that’s difficult when hanging from a bungeeing harness wearing nothing but a diaper that must of been nearly 8 inches thick she was wasn’t able to pull her legs together at all nor was said diaper dry Evelyn woke up in a similar situation along with the mess the harness pushed against her skin but she knew what to do Armani woke and immediately reached for a gun and found nothing or at least no clothes to hide one in, she immediately knew they had been captured after a few minutes of recounting, after looking around the large room with a smooth dark wood desk cluttered with photographs there was a women in a military uniform standing before the nude Armani, Armani felt embarrassed she strained her arms to find them bound to the comfortable leather chair The women looked and spoke “you do understand right” “Also trust me none shall find us here”she pulled back the blinds on a window to reveal a dark blue sky above and the white of clouds below “the sky is truly the limit” she said “Maybe i should explain” she said stating the same story told to Sonia “the process is not instant and the lack of control gets worse with time but other wise there identical to the original” “why i tell you may ask because we have had three clones go rouge all aboard this vessel two in there own cells” “and the third sitting on a chair in front of me” Armani couldn’t believe her “then were is the real one” Armani demanded “still in containment” the women replied “you can guess who the others are” the women stated as she paraded about the room “Now you may wonder why” “ simply we have a plan a plan that involves a large secret one a secret right beneath the town hall” “the real me is down there right now for i am a but a clone” “now you must be cold how about some clothes” she said drawing a diaper from her desk Sonia knew the flexible ties that held her they were common throughout the bases she also knew that protocol requires someone the check any suspended prisoners if they had any erratic behavior. she had a plan and Sonia began to pump her legs sending urine into the absurdly thick diaper despite said thickness it was nearly soaked through with at least three days worth of urine and a mess on the way Evelyn hit the ground as soon as she finished chewing through the Elastic cables it wasn’t the best landing but she was on solid ground She stood and waddled toward the door with the bulk between her legs hindering her pace. it was indeed quite the hindrance but her problem was solved as a guard entered the room Armani laid having no choice in the matter upon the floor as the women fastened the tapes of the diaper it was rather embarrassing but Armani saw a chance as the women stood up Armani proceeded to kick out her kneecap with a crunch the women collapsed backwards her skirt flying up showing amusingly black polkadot panties and with a low plop sound as the women felt a warm soft mess shape to her privates Armani jumped to and proceeded to stomp or her throat the women fell unconscious Armani reached into a closet and found just a plain jumpsuit she slid it on She rummaged in the desk and found beside countless diapers and other objects she found a small phone like console with a diagram of the large plane she was aboard Armani quickly messed with as many dials as possible in-till she was sure something would explode she sat in the captains chair and let out a deep sigh of relief while pissing her fresh diaper Sonia watched as the guard entered she was swinging violently the she stopped and hung limp the guard rushed over and unlocked the harness...last mistake Sonia slipped into the guards jumpsuit removing her own diaper and stealing a pair of panties from a pocket of the jumpsuit She stalked along the nearly empty structure avoiding eye contact with the few people she did pass Soon Sonia came across a window to see only sky it was a revaluation she needed as she continued down the hall Sonia reached the boiler room and ran inside seeing a women standing before the great contraption the women look and said “so you’ve finally arrived I’ve-“ she was cut off by Sonia ramming into her at full force the impact letting urine spill into Sonia‘s panties and The two rolled on the ground urine from both of them spilling onto the floor as Sonia slammed the women’s head into the floor Sonia stood up and made a choice she broke a pipe and left the room waiting for the blast Evelyn finished stripping the guard and pulled on the uniform sadly the guard didn’t have a change for her so she was unprotected Evelyn walked through the oddly full hallways brushing past unknowing people she had a dirty thought and started pissing...no-one cared as she snuck along and found what she was looking for an emergency exit..to the planes wing she stepped out the wind chilling her exposed skin fortunately the urine inside the suit was keeping her crotch and legs warm she she crept along the wing reaching the engine and jamming something into the intake before rushing inside it would blow soon No one knew the true cause of the blast maybe the messed up controls or the gas leak and the intake block but the plane burst and....I watched as the in almost zero gravity my own piss floating beside me I looked down... ... .... ..... And the world is falling

Something has possessed me to copy this from my password-locked documents. It's not perfect--I'm sleep deprived and considerably less comfortable with writing kink (despite specifically reserving these two characters for it)--but I think it's good enough that some of you might get a kick out of it. CW: If DDLB and/or messing is not your thing, the content below probably isn't either. If these are okay with you, enjoy (hopefully)! --------------------------------------- "Movie Night" Honestly, my favorite part is making him work for it. Whimpering to himself, squirming in his seat, whispering “I need to go potty, Daddy” in my ear. Best thing in the world. Especially in the back row of an empty, late-night showing for a movie we’ve already seen. “You need to use the potty, pretty boy? Or do you just wanna play?” The flush in his cheeks said one thing, but his tightly crossed legs said another. “Umm…” Then, he sat bolt upright. “I-I gotta go potty now.” “Finish your drink, then you can use your pullup. Okay, Shy?” He gave me the saddest puppy eyes in the dark. “Please, Daddy, my tummy hurts bad...” “Oh, you need to make a pushy?” Shawn nodded hard. He wasn’t the type to drag things out when he was in pain, and I wasn’t either. That was how you did damage with games like this. “Messy pushy or squishy pushy?” I asked. (Cleanup, you know how it is. Not to mention I wasn’t going to make him poop his diaper if he wouldn’t like sitting in it.) And that got a blush. I already knew the answer if he was that excited. “Squishy pushy, Daddy…a-and pee-pee.” I sighed—playing, of course. “All right. Shorts at your knees, Shy, sit in Daddy’s lap. No getting up again until I say so…” He unzipped his pink jean shorts and settled in with his legs on top of mine, his diaper resting in the space just in front of my zipper. Then, I leaned in just behind his ear to finish. “And don’t forget to tell Daddy how you’re using your pullups.” He was always (understandably) slower to start in public. But after about fifteen seconds, he moaned it out so quietly I nearly missed it. “I makin’ puddles now, Daddy...” “Yeah?” I snaked my arm around his side, tracing one finger up and down his shaft from the outside of his diaper. His cock was stiff as a board, and judging by the pulses of warmth, he was peeing in spurts. “Oh, I can feel ‘em, baby. That feel good? Making your diaper nice and wet like a good boy?” “Daddy…” I felt him twitch as the dam finally broke. His pullup sagged into the seat between my legs, spurts becoming a soft and steady hiss. Once Shawn’s puddles started soaking into the padding farther back, his swelling diaper engulfed me in wet warmth. “Daddy…” That alone could’ve made me cum in my jeans. I pressed kisses to any part of Shawn’s neck I could reach; the thumb of my other hand brushed back and forth over his nipple. As he writhed in my lap, he tried so hard to keep quiet, but the dialogue on screen couldn’t drown out his whimpers. “Hey.” I stopped. Shawn whined at my hands pulling away. “What happened to that pushy?” He shrank into me. “I try, Daddy…I only done pushies at home before…” “Aw, baby doll…” I took his hands in mine. “It’s just like at home. No one’s gonna see but me. We’re all by ourselves in a big dark room, and the movie’s only half done. And the people outside—if there even are people outside—won’t see either, ‘cause when we’re all done and ready to go home, I can tie my jacket around your waist so no one sees your diaper. Daddy’s got you. I promise. Okay?” After squeezing and relaxing his grip on my hands a few times, Shawn nodded. “Tay. I try.” “My brave boy. Not too hard though, just try to relax. Watch the movie.” “Yes, Daddy.” Again, it took a little bit. I felt him tense up off and on, pushing or holding I wasn’t sure. He giggled a couple times at the jokes he got in the movie (even the not-so-little ones)—but once he realized he’d broken his concentration, his neck would flush a deeper shade of red. Finally, with the cutest little grunt, Shawn started to grow a tail in his diaper. “Daddy, I…ah—ah—poo…pin’…” His pullup tented and shrank a few times before the very tip touched my jeans. Then, the tip grew into a bulge, slithering down the length of my cock and sending shivers up my spine. Once my erection stopped Shawn from pushing anything else out, he pinched his first log off with a heavy sigh. The bulge dropped to the seat of his diaper, and he started pushing again. Push after push, bulge after bulge, each ended in a soft plop on top of the rest until a nice pushy pile enveloped Shawn’s bottom and my hard-on. Only once his breaths had returned to normal did my hands return to his diaper and his chest. “What a good boy, Shy,” I murmured in his ear. “Made a big mess in that baby diaper, huh? You wanna play? You wanna play in your wet, squishy pushy diaper?” A breathy whine, one word, nearly lost to the movie: “Please.” I spread my legs past his. “Sit down.” Slowly, he lowered his bulging pullup into the theater seat. He groaned, his pitch nowhere near littlespace anymore, as his mess filled every crevice between his ass and his cock. I used one hand to move his hair off the back of his neck, kissing and nipping at the skin just a little to the right until it bruised. “My dirty boy,” I mumbled into his shoulder. “Yes, Daddy.” I kneaded the warm, sopping padding around his shaft with my other hand. “You like that?” “Yes, Daddy.” Shawn’s breath hitched, chest heaved with lust. “Scoot back.” He pressed the back of his load into my jeans. “Rock.” “Thank you, Daddy.” He arched into my hand, then slid his ass back into my cock. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Caking his bottom in his mess, hard-on throbbing almost in time with mine, “thank you, thank you, thank you” getting higher and hoarser each time he met my fingers. Oh God, these jeans were fucked. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum—” Fucked. “Gonna cum in your diaper?” “Yes, yes, Daddy don’t stop, oh my God don’t stop—” At the last moment, I arched forward and pinned Shawn between my dick and my hand. I whispered filthy things in his ear as he came for me, his diaper twitching and warming again as I coated my boxers alongside him, his tongue tied between “Daddy” and “Daniel” before his cries devolved into broken half-syllables. Coming down, we thanked God we’d orgasmed over a fight scene. Shawn pulled up his pants, glancing at mine. “Y-You sure you don’t need that jacket?” he giggled. “Nah, I’ll just walk reeeeal close behind you. Then no one’ll know who the smell is coming from.” He started to laugh again—then his face fell. “Wait am I stinky?” “I mean I don’t smell much, but…how long have we been doing this?” “…Oh God we gotta go.”

Hello! Welcome to live action messing, where you can tell your current poop desperation and messing experience here! I decided that since there's a live action Omorashi thread, why not have a live action soiling thread as well? Lol Hope you all enjoy your time here!

Does anyone have any or know where I can find videos of Jazz? Someone posted this recently and it was amazing. This is only the second video I've ever seen from her.

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.

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

Hi! Here is my Skyrim mod! It makes all female characters incontinent, including (perhaps) the player! Female player characters will also wet the bed. Though I hear the puddle sometimes doesn't show up, it seemed to mostly work for me D: Anyway! The only real requirement is those crazy ZaZ Animations and everything that requires. http://www.loverslab.com/topic/17062-zaz-animation-pack/ I do, however, recommend playing with the UNP female body mod of your choice, and the UNP sexy armor replacer so you can actually see the messing :O http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/6709 http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/34160 There is also a Brawl Bug mod which is a good idea to have as well. http://skyrim.nexusmods.com/mods/24020 EDIT: All the requirements should be in incontinenceModBundle.rar! Explicit Content incontinenceMod.rar incontinenceModBundle.rar

So this site and another (which I'll name in a moment) are a rarity for me, as my internet prevents me from accessing sites that may have pornography or other erotic material on them. Oddly this doesn't include twitter, this site, or... https://iabdl.com/ I'm surprised I haven't seen any reference to iabdl.com on this site. Which makes me wonder if maybe their content or methods are disapproved of or shunned. I'm not totally sure. If said site is, I apologize for bring it up. If not, I thought I'd share it with folks here. It has male and female wetting and messing. Both in their clothes and diapers. It has anime styled videos. I'm not sure of the genre or subcategory. It even separates nude and non-nude which I thought was an interesting way of categorizing. I also considered farming it for videos that I haven't seen on Omorashi, but I hate taking credit for it. Unfortunately not all of the videos are free. Many are, but every once in a while I come across one that requires a subscription. Anyways, enjoy.

So I recently went to see a psychiatrist for the first time to get help with some anxiety and depression I have issues with. I'll spare you guys the details but I ended up walking out with a prescription for a medication I've never heard of called cipralex. Thinking that the psychiatrist probably knew what he was talking about and if things got bad I could just stop taking them I went to the pharmacy the next day to get the pills. After handing the pharmacist my prescription and waiting ten minutes he come back with my pills in a bag and starts walking me through them. He tells me all the basic stuff, when to take them, what they do, how long it takes for them to kick in, but then he goes over side effects. Apparently, many antidepressants (including mine) can cause digestion issues as your body adjusts to them. From how the pharmacists described them I expected it to get some indigestion and a bit of nausea. That's not what I got. So I'm making this thread to catalog any accidents I might have while adjusting to this new medication. So the story of my first (and so far, only) accident on these meds actually starts yesterday. I've been in the mood to do something omo related all week, but I couldn't since my roommate was staying home sick. But last night they told me they were starting to feel better and would be returning to work the next day. Knowing I'd have the whole house to myself today I decided to start a hold last night. Nothing too serious at first, since I had to make through the night, but I decided not to go pee before I went to bed. This had a noticeable effect when I woke up this morning having to pee way more than I usually do. It still wasn't too bad though, so I just brushed my teeth and headed downstairs. I took my meds and drank the whole glass of water, and then poured myself a cup of coffee before hopping on to the omorashi discord to talk about my hold. I found someone else there doing a hold so we ended up doing a bit of a informal holding contest. He asked me how bad I needed to go and was a bit disappointed with my answer, so I poured two more glasses of water and drank them both. Then, to make things a bit more interesting, I challenged myself to clean up my kitchen while keeping my legs spread apart the whole time. I was almost finished unloading the dishwasher when I felt the urge to fart. Thinking nothing of it I pushed slightly and was completely shocked when a small ball of mess escaped into my pants. I must have had to go really bad because I could feel more coming now that I was paying attention, but because the weight on my bladder it was hard to tell. The smart thing to do would have been to end my hold, clean up, and go to the bathroom. I did not do the smart thing. Today was the one day I could indulge in my fetish, and I wasn't giving up without the opportunity to wet myself. I decided to quickly clean up the mess that was there, change into my legging (my favourite thing to wet in), and go wait in my bathroom, which is one of the only rooms in my house without carpet floors. I brought a cup with me, and started drinking as much as I could. I really wanted to get desperate to pee before I had the other kind of accident. I also moved to my bathroom since its the only place in my house that isn't carpet (feels bad) and waited. I brought a glass with me and kept drinking in there, I also kept teasing the other guy in the contest on discord because I wanted him to wet himself too. I was caught in this conflict of wanting to wet myself before I messed myself, and wanting to hold long enough to make him wet himself too, but my body ended up deciding for me. Eventually I started leaking, to try and hold on I grabbed myself and reflexively pressed my legs together and got into a squatting position. This was a really bad idea. As soon as I squatted down I lost complete control of everything. I began flooding my leggings while messing myself uncontrollably. It took a long time before I was finished, I ended up filling my pants slowly over the next five minutes. Every time I thought I was done I pushed a little more and more came out.

Like the title says, I'm wondering if anyone's found any scenes in games. It seems unfortunately rare to me, and most of the scenes don't really show anything (Which is understandable, really). To try and kick it off, I'll supply a few things I've found. In Fallout 3, while exploring an old metro tunnel, you open a door at the same time as this scientist guy, who chides you for scaring him. One of the possible replies is something like "Scared you?! I just crapped my pants!". Naturally, nothing's shown, but I can dream. In Wasteland 2, if you run from a fight, the game gives you a number of colorful messages calling you a wuss. One of them reads: "You managed to escape. Probably because they were too busy laughing at the piss running down your legs." In World of Warcraft, there's a few mentions. One of the first Death Knight quests has you killing peasants, who sometimes remark that they soiled themselves. A Horde quest in Silverpine Forest has you resuscitate a bunch of unconscious orcs, who sometimes say that they think they wet themselves. Bonus: while not actually a wetting, a quest in Azsuna has you rescue a female goblin who's been stuck in a cage for a couple of days. When you let her out, she says "Thanks! Now if you'll excuse me, I have go to go, if you know what I mean." In Mass Effect 3, there's a scene in the Citadel DLC if you have Tali and Liara with you. While riding a slow elevator, Liara asks if everyone's ready, and Tali says she has to go to the bathroom, then says "And... there. Now I'm ready,". I'm pretty sure her suit has a built-in bathroom, but I like to imagine otherwise. In Telltale Game's The Walking Dead Season 1, there's a scene early on where Clementine has to pee during a tense situation, and wanders off to find a bathroom. A zombie in the bathroom attacks her before she can use the toilet, and her needing to pee is not brought up again. While it's not explicitly seen/stated, it seems pretty clear that Clementine probably wet herself. That's about everything I've got. Anyone else found any fun stuff?

Fun Girl Decides to Play After Panty Mess View File Sister's in the bathroom. What's a girl to do? Easy answer is to go first and clean up later. A few minutes after relief brings an awkward self-realization.....she enjoyed it. *Warning: Eventual nice nudity and play Submitter Hedonist Submitted 12/06/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Panties/Undies  

I'm looking to write a series in vaguely chronological order taking place in the Marvel Universe. Some stories will contain messing, some won't. Chapter 1: Agent Carter Agent Peggy Carter was on a mission to track down Howard Stark’s missing nitramene bombs. She had tracked down the thief, Leet Brannis, to milk man Sheldon McFee’s home. It turned out they had the nitramene bombs inside the milk truck. After a vicious fight with McFee (no small feat in her blue blouse and long navy skirt), she had incapacitated the much larger man and tied him up to a chair. However, before she could begin interrogating him on the exact whereabouts of Brannis, she heard a man running outside and attempt to start the truck. She sprinted out and pointed her gun straight at Brannis. With contempt, she spat, “Get out.” She pinned Brannis against the truck, gun pointed at his head. With both baddies apprehended, she let down her guard just a bit and realized how badly she had to pee. She hadn’t gone in hours, since she had spent all afternoon and evening tracking down McFee and Brannis and apprehending them. She put that thought aside, focusing on her mission. She asked Brannis rhetorically, “Car trouble?” Before Brannis could respond, another man’s voice responded. “Nothing that can’t be fixed.” Agent Carter jumped a little in surprise, her wavy red hair bouncing. She felt the smallest leak into her utilitarian white panties, high waisted as the conservative 1950s fashion trends demanded. When the scare subsided, she realized it was Jarvis, Howard Stark’s butler. She didn’t let her momentary lapse of control be visible in her expression, though, and gave Jarvis a stern glare, her angular jaw hardening in place before she said, “What the hell are you doing here?!” Jarvis was not flustered. “Mr. Stark asked me to help you, and so I have. I sabotaged the motor.” Agent Carter kept her controlled persona going so as to not show weakness in front of Brannis. Turning to face her prisoner, she said menacingly, “Move and I shoot.” Jarvis followed up, “I thought you’d be more impressed.” Carter, already irritable from her brief loss of control, said harshly, “Well, I’m not. I already said I didn’t need your help.” “An ideal butler provides service without being asked.” “Ugh. Put it back. I need to drive this thing out of here.” After interrogating Brannis briefly, Jarvis returned flustered with the truck fixed but with McFee escaped. Annoyed, Carter told Brannis to get in the truck, promising him protection in exchange for information. She had him drive, keeping a gun pointed at him the whole time. After the adrenaline rush died down and they had driven for a few minutes, Agent Carter realized the extent of her desperation. The damp spot in her panties rubbed against her uncomfortably and she fought the urge to bounce her legs up and down, trying her hardest to exude confidence. She had spent long enough time in the man’s world of spydom to know they would never let her live it down if she showed a childish desperation to pee. Unfortunately, they couldn’t drive in peace as, a few minutes later, a thud indicated someone jumped onto the top of the truck. Jarvis said, worried, “Did you hear that?” Agent Carter felt another split second spurt. Suddenly, gunfire pierced the roof as whoever was on top of the truck began shooting in. Peggy Carter involuntarily let loose a second-long stream in response, her panties drenched. She shouted, “I definitely heard that!” Putting her desperation aside, she crawled out the window and on top of the hood of the truck. Brannis accelerated hard to unsteady the shooter and Carter fired with her pistol, barely missing. The man shot back, grazing Peggy’s leg. She shouted in pain and fell over, gripping the roof of the truck. Another spurt shot out of her, running down her legs. She couldn’t let it distract her. She shouted at Jarvis, “Shoot up!” Jarvis shot straight up with the shotgun he found and the shooter fell back. Agent Carter used the opportunity to swing up to the roof and began fighting hand-to-hand, trying to wrestle the gun away from the shooter. As Carter attacked the man, he let off two more shots that she fortunately directed away from herself, but it went through the roof. Unbeknownst to her, one had uncoupled the bombs and the other had hit Brannis. She finally knocked the gun from his hand, though. Jarvis yelled to warn Peggy, “Miss Carter!” Peggy tried to respond, but the attacker took the opportunity to swing a punch into her face. She fell over, peeing for a second yet again. She saw an upcoming turn and cliff and shouted, “Get Brannis! Jump clear!” She stood back up, angry at this man for potentially ruining her plans and angry at herself for her loss of control. In the back of her mind, she thought, “I hope nothing shows on my skirt…” She pushed that thought aside and began beating the attacker. She beat him into submission and stabbed his hand into the roof. As he screamed in pain, she said, “This is where I get off.” Jarvis leapt off with Brannis as Carter hung off the roof to fall off as gently as possible. Or, rather, as gently as falling off a speeding truck could be. She landed on the pavement, rolling repeatedly. She could feel a trickle erupt as she rolled and she only finally got control when she came to a stop. She stood up unsteadily, but at that moment the bombs exploded and the entire river seemed to shoot upwards. She flew back from the explosion, but was otherwise okay. As she got up to her knees, she felt herself peeing freely, finally. Her bladder ached in relief. She stood up quickly, still peeing, and realized the outside of her skirt seemed to be free of evidence of her accident. As the puddle grew beneath her, Jarvis asked, “You alright?” Her stream tapered off and she subtly felt the back of her skirt. Dry as well. The dark color and dark night would cover up any small spots. “I’m fine. You?” Yes… though I’m afraid Mr. Brannis broke my fall.” She stumbled towards him, focused again on the mission. He seemed almost dead… She demanded, “The rest of the weapons that you stole from Howard, I need to know where you hid them. Help me stop Leviathan.” Brannis drew a heart with a line through it in the sand before dying, leaving Carter and Jarvis to ponder the clue. Back at one of Stark’s penthouses, Jarvis insisted he check her leg wound and stitch it up, if necessary. Peggy really wanted a shower, her wet panties insistently rubbing against her, but she sat on the couch and raised her skirt just a little (she didn’t want him seeing her accident…) for him to patch her up. She realized too late that she had piss running down her legs, but those rivulets had seemingly dried by now. She could smell the faint scent of urine and wondered if he noticed as he patched her leg up expertly. They had a meaningful conversation about trust and if he did smell or notice anything, he didn’t say it. Agent Carter chose to assume he hadn’t noticed and when they were done, she headed to the shower to clean up.

BabyGirls Rules The ages Age 1: 0-2 years old (Baby Girl): - BabyGirls cannot walk, eat, drink or go to the toilet by themselves; - they are totally forbidden to use the toilet, have no bladder or bowel control; - should stay in diapers at all times, pacifiers at will; - they should sleep in a crib or close together on daddy's bed, eat baby food, and drink only in the bottle; - can only crawl; Age 2: 3-5 years (Young Girl): - BabyGirls are learning to walk but can crawl; - remain banned from using the toilet, but already have some bladder or bowel control, may use the potty with daddy's permission; - stay in diapers most of the time, can use potty training diapers but accidents can happen; - They sleep in Daddy's bed, eat normal food, but still drink from the bottle; Age 3: Real Age (Adult Girl). The rules At night - without diapers: If babygirl pees in her pajamas and wet the bed: in the next morning she will be put in diapers and treated as Age 2 (Young Girl); If babygirl poops in her pajamas and gets her bed dirty: in the next morning she will be put in diapers and treated as Age 1 (Baby Girl); If babygirl stays in clean and dry pajamas: in the next morning she will be treated as Age 3 (Adult Girl); At night - with diapers: If babygirl pees in her diaper, wet or not wetting the bed: in the next morning she will have her diaper changed and treated as Age 2 (Young Girl); If babygirl poops on a diaper, mess or not messing the bed: in the next morning she will have her diaper changed and treated as Age 1 (Baby Girl); If babygirl stays in clean and dry diaper: in the next morning the diaper will be taken off and treated as Age 3 (Adult Girl); During the day - without diapers: If babygirl pees her pants and sucks her finger: she will immediately be punished and put into diapers and treated as Age 2 (Young Girl); If babygirl pees in her pants and doesn't suck her finger: it means babygirl wants to be fucked in her vagina; If babygirl poops her pants and sucks her finger: she will immediately be punished and put into diapers and treated as Age 1 (Baby Girl); If babygirl poops in her pants and doesn't suck her finger: it means babygirl wants to be fucked in her ass; During the day - with diapers: If babygirl pees in the diaper and doesn't leak or leak just a little bit: she will have her diaper changed and continue to be treated as Age 2 (Young Girl); If babygirl pees in a diaper and leaks a lot: she will have her diaper changed but it means that babygirl wants to be fucked in her vagina, then she will continue to be treated as Age 2 (Young Girl); If babygirl poops in the diaper and doesn't leak or leak just a little bit: she will be punished, her diaper changed and will continue to be treated as Age 1 (Baby Girl); If babygirl poops in the diaper and leaks a lot: she will be punished, her diaper changed but it means that babygirl wants to be fucked in her ass, then she will continue to be treated as Age 1 (Baby Girl); Notes - babygirl will always have at her disposal baby items such as laxatives and diuretics if she chooses to make a big mess in her panties or diapers; - the length of stay at each age will be at the discretion of the babygirl; - the decision to go out wearing diapers or have accidents on your clothes in public will be at the discretion of the babygirl; - the decision to have sex, with or without diapers, dirty or clean, will always be the babygirl's; - Daddy's duty is always to provide all kinds of diapers, disposable or cloth, plastic pants, and all kinds of clothes the babygirl wants; - It is daddy's duty to provide pacifiers, bottles, cribs, blankets and any other accessories that please the babygirl; - Daddy can make surprises for the babygirl by placing diuretics, laxatives or both hidden in her food or drink to increase care for her babygirl.

So this is just a short little one-off I've been thinking of for a long time, and finally decided to sit down and write. Since I have other stories like this one, I figured I'd lump them together in a big thread. Whenever I have some random one-off idea, odds are it'll go here. Hope you enjoy! With a stretch and a yawn, Lina Altor rose from bed. Her back cracked, she yawned again, and with all the enthusiasm of a snail in a race, set about doing her morning stretches. A big part of her morning routine was also to (begrudgingly) do a set of push-ups and sit-ups, but one look at the inn’s dirty, stained floors was all the persuasion she needed not to. She was certain she’d happened upon the most seedy, vile inn in town. Lina was also confident she was the only person to have spent the night there that didn’t take a companion into their bedroom, if the shouts, moans, and floors creaking was any indication. It was still pretty early, much earlier than she normally awoke; but she was determined to leave this place and find a more… moral place to stay while she took up contracts in the Longmarch. Since she wouldn’t be coming back, she went ahead and put on her armor, since it was difficult to carry otherwise. Dark brown trousers covered her white underwear, and a green tunic covered her chest and arms. Over this went a simple iron breastplate; some small iron shoulderpads; leather gloves with iron plating; and some iron vambraces. All of this covered her dark, tanned skin and lean muscle. Lina knew that many female adventurers and mercenaries were fond of wearing more revealing clothing, or at least shaping their armor to emphasize their more feminine traits, but Lina’s armor was as simple and practical as armor came. Stopping by the mirror briefly to ensure that her long, wavy hair was not a mess, and that she was otherwise presentable, Lina left disgusting inn, feeling like she was holier woman just for stepping away from it. She was eager to spend her time in the more reputable areas of the town. ---------- Nevermind, they’re all crooks, Lina fumed inside her head, Thirteen silvers for breakfast?! Dejectedly, Lina opened up her coin pouch, the somber jingle of the scant few coins inside more than enough indication that it was outside her price range. “Short on coin, lass?” the tavernkeep asked, having also heard the sounds of poverty coming from her coin pouch. “Afraid so… ” She pulled out whatever she had inside. “I don’t suppose you could take this and put the rest on my tab?” She held out her hand, in which she held nine silvers. An angry growling from her stomach betrayed her hunger, which normally would’ve been a little embarrassing, but she could see some sympathy wash over the old man’s face when he heard it. “No tab necessary, lass.” He took the coins from her hand began fixing her a plate of basic foodstuffs, “But take my advice, you might wanna just wanna skip on over to the next town. Reckon any contracts here’ll be taken care of soon enough.” Lina had almost stopped listening, since the plate of food had stolen her attention, “Why’s that?” “Some famous hero just rolled into town. Rumor is she’s one of the most talented sorceresses in Esora,” He explained, setting the breakfast down in front of her. “Half the mercs skipped town when she got here, and I hear the Sentinel’s Guild is reserving any well-paying contracts for her.” “Wonderful… ” Lina groaned, rubbing her eyes. Pushing it out of her mind, and deciding to be thankful for small miracles, she tore into her breakfast. ---------- Lina could hardly see the white stone buildings and cobblestone roads through the throngs of people out and about. It didn’t take long before she caught on to what they were all talking about. “I heard Gleaming Maya killed a wyvern with one arrow!” A young boy shouted to his friends, much to their amazement. “She’s so gorgeous, she can’t walk ten feet without someone proposing!” A girl said, eliciting giggles from her friends. “She knows more about magic than anyone! My uncle told me that every king in the land tries to hire her as their court mage, but she always turns them down!” Some guy said to a large group of travelers. He was talking about this hero like she was already the town’s biggest tourist attraction. I’ve never heard of “Gleaming Maya”, Lina thought, trying to recall any tales about about this legendary hero. After a few more minutes of walking, a brilliant explosion snapped the young knight out of her reverie. Like fireworks, little arrows flew into the air before exploding into magical, glittery dust. After a second, the sparks and colors began rearranging themselves, and resolved into a mosaic-like depiction of a woman with a bow standing before an orc army, ready to trample her. A large audience was gathered around the light show, oooing and awwing at the display, but they gasped and went quiet at the visage of the lone hero facing down certain death. “But, as you may have guessed, this would not be the end of Gleaming Maya!” A young woman called out, evidently the sorceress performing the light show. Lina had no romantic interest in women, but even she had to admit that this woman was beautiful. Her skin, pale and without a single blemish, was lovingly shown off by her rather revealing attire. Her chest was covered only by a tight, blue garment that was only a little more fabric than just a bra. Likewise, her enchanting thighs were bared by her “pants”, which looked to Lina like nothing more than blue panties. From both of these articles, numerous gold bangles hung down, hypnotically swinging and swaying as the mage moved her body in rhythmic motions to keep the magic going. Her hair was the most perfect shade of golden-blonde Lina had ever seen, and her strikingly green eyes were easily visible, even from such a distance. “Indeed,” She continued with her story, “This would only be the beginning of one of my finest adventures!” Ah, Lina realized, So that’s Gleaming Maya in the flesh, huh? The floating sparkles shifted once again, and turned into a scene of Gleaming Maya vanquishing the warlord leading the orc army with only a single, brilliant arrow. “Seeing their leader fall, the orcs were shaken, and I used this opportunity to perform my favorite spell!” She sent up another magical arrow, and in a flash the scene had changed to a vista of orcs running in terror as Maya’s arrows landed on the ground, exploding into gigantic, calamitous fireballs. “The orcs had been driven back, but not defeated. With the city safe, I returned to the king, and said ‘Your majesty! That is twice now I have saved your kingdom from certain destruction! You must listen to me now, and rally your armies, or the orcs will surely be the death of you!’” The crowd cheered. Nothing excited the common people more than a king getting called an idiot. “With an army of knights at my back, I-” She was cut off by the sound of a horrifyingly deep growl, and several people screaming. All eyes looked to the road leading towards a nearby forest, from which a colossal wolf monster had emerged, and was bounding towards the crowd. Lina quickly drew her longsword, and ran to meet the beast. It moved at blinding speeds, and Lina could tell it would be upon the crowd before she could stop it. Could she even stop it? The creature was easily twice her height, and had a jaw that could snap her in half. Lina’s heart pounded with fear. The crowd devolved into a chorus of screaming, fleeing people, each trying to push through the impenetrably thick to get to safety. It had been so densely packed that now, in the chaos, nobody could properly move. At the very least, most of the people who’d been on the outskirts of the audience had pushed in enough to get out of the wolf’s immediate path. All save for one young woman, who’d fallen her butt, paralyzed with terror. A puddle was very rapidly spreading underneath her, soaking the back of her cream colored skirt. It spread around her in unpredictable directions, curving around the cobblestones below her. Pushing herself as hard as she could, Lina managed to reach the girl first, and positioned herself between her and the charging monster. It drew closer and closer, and Lina levelled her sword, preparing to strike. When it saw that it now had a challenger, the wolf howled so loudly it hurt her ears. “Everyone! Shield your eyes!” The familiar voice of Gleaming Maya commanded. Sparing a second to turn and look at the sorceress, Lina saw her floating in the air as if it were the simplest, most natural thing in the world. She held out her hand, and, beckoned from who-knows-where, a spectacular bow materialized from a green light. She quickly but powerfully drew back the string, willing into existence a gleaming green arrow. Letting it loose, it soared through the air at incredible speed, leaving a trail as it flew. Before the wolf even knew what hit it, it was vaporized and reduced to so many glittering sparks in the air. Lina just stood there dumbfounded. If this Gleaming Maya could do that, it was no wonder she was so respected here. “Are you all right, miss?” she heard Maya ask behind her, reminding her that there was a woman she was trying to protect behind her. Turning around, she saw Maya helping the terrified woman to her feet. The poor thing’s face was a mess of tears, and burning bright red. No one could judge her for having lost control of her bladder at a time like that, but she was clearly still humiliated. As the adrenaline rush of being charged by a monster, and then watching that monster explode wore off, the young lady quickly became the center of attention. A number of people snickered, some looked on in sympathy, and many averted their eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” Maya said, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder, “This kinda thing happens, but I’ve got a fix,” She waved her hand for a second, and then snapped her fingers. With a flash of light, the girl’s skirt instantly dried, bearing no trace of the accident. Lina’s mind quickly wandered to many instances throughout her life where a “hide wetting” spell would’ve come in handy. The young woman moved her legs a little, clearly gauging to see if she was truly dry. The look of surprise and disgust on her face answered her question. Maya put her arm around the girl’s shoulder, and whispered conspiratorially, “I could only make it look dry, love. You’ll need to get changed before an hour’s up or it’ll wear off,” She nodded in reply, and with a little shove from Maya, sped off towards her home. And then she turned to Lina. “And now, everyone, let’s have a hand for our fearless friend here! If I hadn’t been here, I daresay you would’ve been in good hands!” The audience cheered and clapped appreciatively, even though Lina hadn’t actually done anything. Nonetheless, she smiled and waved at the crowd. She thought she should’ve said something, but Lina had never been good with crowds. Gleaming Maya resumed her performance, the crowd practically showering her with money, now. Lina turned to walk down the path into the forest. It may be dangerous, but she’d need food when she traveled to the next town, and she certainly wasn’t about to buy any here. An uncomfortable feeling graced her privates as she walked, and only then did she realize that Maya’s remark about her being fearless was pretty ironic. Lina hadn’t even noticed, but she’d leaked a good bit of urine into her panties during the whole ordeal. Groaning in annoyance as her day just got worse, she trudged on down the path. Curiously, she noted that the wolf monster had seemingly left no footprints. ---------- Maya was happy to see that her audience had more than doubled after the wolf attack. The entire street was flooded with people excitedly listening to her tales and watching her magical performance. But two whole had passed since the attack, and she was tired, her voice hoarse, her bladder and bowels full. It was time to wrap things up. “Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you dearly for you attention and your donations,” She happily regarded the pile of gold and silver coins littering the area near her stage, “But it’s time for me to get some rest. I’ll be here tomorro-” A terrifying howl cut her off. Her eyes went wide, and her heart nearly stopped. Everyone looked to see a hulking figure, far larger than the last, emerging from the forest. The audience was on edge, murmurs of panic surging through the mass of people. That is, until someone shouted “You’ve got this, Maya!” Just like that, the audience’s fear turned into joyous excitement. They were eager to watch her slay another problem. There was only one complication… This wolf was real. Nobody knew, but Maya was only an illusionist. She only conjured an illusory monster into existence so she could “vanquish” it, and become a hero to the people. Unlike her fake one, this one approached slowly, analyzing its prey. She stepped forward as the crowd took up a position safely behind her. Maya thought she might puke. It’s okay… I’ll think of something. Maybe if I just… Shoot it with a light arrow, it’ll get scared and run off! Suppressing her trembling, she held out her hand, and once more summoned her bow. Drawing back the string, and forming the magic arrow, she loosed it. The people cheered and screamed as the arrow flew, struck the wolf, and created a blinding explosion. The cheers abruptly ended, though, when the light faded and the wolf remained, dazed and angered, but very much unharmed. It resumed its slow trot, stepping closer and closer to Maya. “It’s a demon!” Someone shouted. Maya tried desperately to think of something to do- anything. Her mind was going blank, and her body wouldn’t move. There was a sound of splashing water, and Maya glanced downwards to see a strong stream of urine falling from her skimpy pants. The crotch bore a growing stain, and she was sure she felt it spreading around her butt, too. Some of the urine coursed down her thighs in streams, winding around her legs before running into her shoes. The puddle she was standing in expanded quickly. Her knees buckled inwards, pressing against one another. She bowed her legs slightly, and felt her bowels empty in terror. With a wet crackle, her shorts, which had previously contoured to her butt perfectly, bulged violently. Tinting slightly brown, the bulge grew and grew, until it looked as though she had an apple resting in her underpants. All of this, she was depressingly aware, occurred directly in front of a massive crowd. She could hear cries of shock and insults, but mostly the people seemed to realize that this thing was about to kill them all, and panic set in once more. I’m gonna die, Maya thought, feeling tears sting her cheeks, I messed myself in front of everyone and now I’m gonna die! Taken over by despair, she fell down on her rear, splashing in the cooling puddle of her own pee. Her mess squished under her, spreading across her butt. The colossal wolf monster drew in, baring its fangs, and preparing to go in for the kill. ---------- Lina had a feeling something was wrong. The howl of another monster only hastened her decision to return to town. Maya was clearly skilled at illusion magic, considering her impressive light shows and ability to hide the woman’s wetting. And the wolf had behaved quite strangely. She’d seemed nice enough, but Lina just knew something wasn’t right. Upon returning, and seeing Maya wet and soil herself, she knew she was right. Whether or not Maya had, indeed, just made an illusion of a wolf monster, its howl was real enough, and it attracted a much meaner one. But that was unimportant. Working as quickly as she could, Lina drew her hunting bow, prepared an arrow, and fired. It struck the wolf just below the eye, getting its attention pretty quickly. It turned to face her with blinding speed, and Lina dropped the next arrow she’d grabbed, and felt a jet of hot piss spill into her panties. After fumbling for a second more, she just threw the bow aside, and grabbed her longsword. Hardly an ideal weapon to fight a monster eight times your size, but she was hardly in a position to be picky. It charged her, and she prepared to slash and roll away. One it was close enough, she swung with all her might, and struck the beast on the jaw. It yelped in pain. She attempted to roll to get away, but was caught in the middle of the action by a paw the size of her entire body. It sent her tumbling through the dirt before she landed on her back, so dizzy she could hardly think. She attempted to stand up, but the wolf was upon her almost immediately, pinning her down with one massive paw placed over her chest. Were it not for her armor, it would’ve crushed her. The wolf loomed over hear, lowering its gargantuan maw down to take her head off in a single bite. She pushed, struggled, and tried to resist, but the thing was holding her down easily, not even fazed. Terrified out of her mind, Lina felt the all too familiar sensation of mess pressing against her. She’d started to soil herself, and hadn’t stopped. The seat of her pants bulged out lightly, but the tightness of the garment forced her mess to spread. Just as she was sure the life-ending bite was near, the wolf jumped back, and began growling. Taking the opportunity, Lina rose to her feet. Upon standing, the weight of her soiling dragged her pants down a little, but she ignored it. The wolf was lowering its head, and looked angry, but not at her. Confused, she turned around, only to be graced with the sight of an enormous bear approaching the wolf. She felt a little more mess come to rest in her pants before she spotted Maya, who was clearly performing an illusion spell, judging by her rhythmic movements. She’s giving me a chance to kill it! The wolf and bear circled each other for a moment, meanwhile Lina quickly and quietly approached the beast that was actually real. With a frightening surge of movement, the wolf leapt upon the bear, only for it to explode in a dazzling burst. Shutting its eyes against the bright light and stumbling backwards in shock, Lina took her chance to strike. Sprinting just below its neck, she slashed her sword, slicing open the beast’s throat. With a gurgling roar, it thrashed around, spewing blood every which way, before finally collapsing. She knelt down, panting hard to catch her breath. After a moment, raucous cheers sounded from behind her, and the crowd that had once been adoring Maya was now surrounding her. Lina took a little comfort in seeing just how many skirts and pairs of pants were soaked or soiled. Through a break in the crown, Lina saw Maya hurrying down a small alleyway between buildings. “Sorry, let me through,” She said as she forced the people apart so she could pass. She wanted to speak with Maya, but she also wanted to distance herself from the crowd before anyone noticed the massive load in her pants. Following down the same path the illusionist had taken, she found her sitting in a secluded little nook, crying. Lina opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words right away. Maya looked up at her for a second, before quickly veering away, “I know, I’m a liar and a coward. I’ll leave town now.” “I take it you’ve never fought real monsters before.” “No, all my stories are just stories. I’m just a pants-wetting coward.” “... So was I.” Lina blushed as she said. “Huh?” “I used to wet myself all the time when I was new to this. Half the time, I didn’t even last to the fight- just seeing a monster was all it took. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve crapped my pants, either.” Maya considered this for a second, before shaking her head, “You’re still not a liar.” “No, I guess I’m not. But do you know what I am?” “What’s that?” “Alive,” She crouched down, ignoring the squish of her mess, and looked Maya in the eyes, “I’m alive, because you were brave when you needed to be. If you were really some coward and a sham, you would’ve run and left me, but you didn’t. You stayed, and helped me. Because of that, I’m alive.” The faintest glimmer of hope returned to the young mage’s face, “I… I guess so. But… How am I gonna live this down? People almost got hurt, I- I… messed, in front of everyone… ” “Do you think I haven’t? I’ve soiled myself in front of a bunch of people, too. Had to kill a monster for them, and I wound wishing it had killed me instead when I turned around, and everyone could see stains on my legs.” Even through her tears, Maya chuckled lightly. “Listen, I’m heading to the next town in the Longmarch, looking for some mercenary work. Would you like to come with me, at least just till we reach the place?” “I… I think I’d like that, thank you… But first, we should probably-” The barking of a dog startled both of them, and after the ordeal they’d just been through, it sounded much too similar to a wolf for either of their likings. For Lina, the strength with which she’d been holding her bladder finally failed, and her brown trousers darkened between her thighs. The stain grew and the pee flowed down her legs, mostly down her left, where it went all the way down and spilled out into a puddle around her boot. The stain on her right leg reach down to her knee. Having already soiled herself, Lina made no attempt to hold it. “... Probably get changed, I was saying.” Maya was smiling at the absurdity of what just happened. Lina knew from experience that humiliation like this took a long time to get over, but she was happy to help… even if it meant pissing herself. “Before we go… Can you still do that spell to make us look dry?”

So I used to date someone who worked in schools and through her and her friends I would hear all sorts of stories relating to desperation in schools. I had written stories very loosely based on people and situations told to me back then but never posted it anywhere, so I thought I'd post them today. These are totally fictional, of course! Teacher bladder is a real thing. I experienced it myself, regularly holding it from 6:30 AM to after school was dismissed when I was a teacher. I was eventually hired for a job for my state’s department of education licensing new teachers, though, after five years of teaching experience (I was 27 when I started the new job). Part of my job was observing new teachers and giving feedback. I took my job seriously, but there was one thing I didn’t realize would happen. I saw a lot of desperate young ladies who were inexperienced in their teacher bladder. I’m ashamed to admit, but it’s always been a turn on for me, and I couldn’t help but secretly enjoy that part of the job. Over the course of a decade, in fact, I witnessed at least a dozen accidents. The first teacher I witnessed an accident with I almost missed. Her name was Ms. Thompson and she was a tall and curvy blonde woman. On this day, she had on a black dress that was a button-up. It went down to her knees and didn’t have sleeves but had a conservative neckline - an appropriate and common dress for teachers. (There’s such similarity in teacher clothes; you’ll see the same slacks, cardigans, blouses, etc. As a male teacher, I never had to think too deeply about my wardrobe, but you slowly realize observing teachers how much effort there is to look professional, be comfortable, and not be revealing in front of students - especially since I focused on high school teachers.) Regardless of the conservative dress, I casually noticed her thick body meant her butt was still hugged tightly by the dress and quite prominent. That’s when I noticed her legs were tightly crossed as she was giving instructions this class period. I had certainly seen desperate teachers before, and while I could have typed up feedback that it wasn’t the best stance to give instructions (seriously - I had to give feedback on stuff as little as that; you’re supposed to stand straight and still and confidently to project instructions), I cut her some slack given what I presumed was a need to pee. It was also the last period, so she had probably held it since the morning on this day. After she gave instructions, she circulated the room, as a teacher should, bending down to talk to students who were confused or checked out. I saw her wince every time she bent down. Frankly, she was doing an admirable job hiding her desperation. If I wasn’t so keen on it, I don’t think I would have noticed and even then I didn’t realize she was actually so close to an accident. As they transitioned to the final full class discussion, she stood behind a podium she had and gripped the sides tightly. Her legs were crossed as she stood, though her face projected calm as she called out students to share their thoughts. I scribbled down some notes, but I was mostly entranced by her desperation. She had probably ten minutes left in the day. I definitely thought she could hold it, since her still pose made me think an accident wasn’t imminent, but as students were talking, I saw a glimmer out of the corner of my eye. I looked down and saw streaks running down her legs. She remained motionless and continued to call on students to talk. Fortunately for her, the din of the classroom discussion covered up the sound of her peeing. Droplets combined to become a growing puddle, but as it reached about a foot wide, still mostly hidden by the podium, her stream died down. Her black dress might have been wet, but it showed no sign as she transitioned the students to the final assignment, a quiz on the day’s activities. After she was finished giving instructions, she walked over to her desk and pretended to look busy, though I saw her brushing her hands on her dress, probably trying to gauge how wet she was. I was extremely impressed at her composure throughout her accident - she never showed weakness in commanding the class and hid her accident from the student. I guess luck in what she chose to wear played just as big a part. I was also glad I was sitting with a laptop on my lap, covering up how excited her accident made me. When the bell rang, the students departed without ever noticing the puddle, since it wasn’t on the path between the seats and the door. I calmed myself down and got up to walk over to Ms. Thompson. I pretended to notice nothing as I checked in with her and told her my feedback was emailed to her. Usually I’d talk for about ten to fifteen minutes about feedback, but I assume she wanted to be left alone. Her ears were bright red but otherwise she acted like nothing was amiss and stayed seated in her desk. Up close, I could see just a hint of a darker patch on the front of her black dress, but I mentioned nothing and wished her well and left. The second teacher I observed having an accident was less than a month later. I guess it was a bad month for teachers. Her name was Ms. Brady. She was wearing a white blouse and high waisted loose pants that had frills on the top that were black with light grey stripes. They were classic teacher pants as well, given that they were the combination of comfortable and not too revealing. It was evident that Ms. Brady was desperate from the get-go of her last period of the day. She kept crossing her legs as she took attendance. Aside from general desperation, though, I didn’t realize anything was amiss until halfway through class. She had grabbed a packet by me to pass out to the class and as she walked by, I saw a damp patch the size of a fist on her crotch. It was subtle, but you could tell if you looked closely at the grey stripes. The black, however, showed nothing and I doubted any student would notice. I couldn’t believe she had let out what must have been at least a couple spurts while continuing on like it was nothing. Teachers were a tough bunch, overall. After she had given the packets to someone and told the student to pass it down, she stood in front of me and gave instructions to read and annotate the first article. I had a clear view of her butt. She was the cross country coach, so she was skinny and had a toned butt, though her loose pants didn’t reveal too much. I couldn’t, for instance, see a panty line but I did see a glistening as she must have let out a little bit more and wetness grow underneath her butt and to her thighs. She cut it off and went back to her chair at her desk as the students worked independently. Behind her desk, only I could see her lower half and I saw her subtly put her hand in her crotch and cross her legs tightly. After a minute or so, she got up to check in on students who had questions. I admired that she still took her job seriously, despite the potential of being caught by being so close to students. Her students were focused on the task, though, and I think she got away with it. She squatted by a student particularly close to me and I could see right at her crotch. As she talked the student through the problem, I could see her pants glisten with wetness as she must have peed a little more. Not enough to really run down to her butt or drip on the floor, but I saw it. This pattern continued. She directed students to a follow-up instruction and I thought I saw a glistening along her inner thighs as she gave instructions. As she circulated again while they worked in small groups, I thought I saw yet another burst of wetness on her front. The students’ engagement with their work and the pants’ design and the spurts in which her wetting occurred kept anyone but me from noticing. That being said, by the time she was telling students to do the final activity in the last five minutes of class, I could tell the wetness had reached all the way down to her shoes. She had essentially fully wet herself, but had done it over the course of fifty minutes, which prevented any obvious puddles or clear stains on her pants. After she dismissed her students, we met and discussed how class went without her ever letting on she had an accident. If I thought Ms. Thompson didn’t show her hand, Ms. Brady was like reading a wall. Maybe accidents happened more than I realized and I just never noticed because of their bravado. Towards the beginning of the next year, I observed a Dominican teacher named Ms. Batista. She was what the teens would call “thick” and I knew dealing with inappropriate comments from students would be a problem for her, especially since at the beginning of the year her button ups and her work pants had a tendency of hugging every curve. She handled it like a champ, though, and her choice of outfit got subtly more conservative as she adjusted to working with high schoolers, but the day I saw her having an accident was earlier in the year. So, on that day, she was wearing a white button up that accentuated her hips and her breasts (I mean, I can’t say I didn’t check her out too, in addition to the students!) and tight black work pants that showed off her sizable butt (and I could see the outline of a thong). I was observing her during her first period class. She had rushed in and seemed somewhat frazzled, her tightly curly hair in a slightly messy ponytail. As she hurriedly passed out the materials and gave her students instructions to begin the day, she occasionally stopped to cross her legs and fidget. She must have woken late and didn’t have enough time to go that morning. A few minutes later she had moved the students into a group discussion amongst themselves. It seemed a little forced, like it wasn’t originally in the lesson plan, but that’s when I realized she was walking over to her desk. She gave me an eye, like to not comment on what was about to happen. She stood at her desk and just let loose. I could see a shiny wetness on her black pants as she peed and a puddle grew on the floor. Her desk was a solid, hefty one and blocked the view, not that students were looking back at her. She peed for almost a minute, it seemed. When she was done and she shook off droplets off her legs, she stepped from behind her desk and looked down. The black pants really didn’t show much of anything. I couldn’t believe she had wet herself that brazenly, but she went on with her class. No one noticed a thing and her class went on without a hitch, though when she walked by me I thought I could smell just a whiff of urine. A year later, I was observing a new teacher named Ms. Cruz. A skinny Latina lady, she had worn a yellow dress a little more form fitting than Ms. Thompson from before. I could see the faint outline of full cut panties as it hugged her butt. It wasn’t so revealing as to be inappropriate for a teacher, though I thought perversely she would definitely end up being some high schooler’s teacher crush. I noticed her desperation a few minutes into class when she was explaining the topic they were covering today and she stood in front of the class with her legs tightly crossed. A few minutes later, when the students were working on an activity in small groups, she stood in the back to observe. She kept stepping forwards and backwards, fidgeting her feet as she stood. At one point, she bent over just a little bit with her legs crossed and held that position for a few seconds before straightening back up. Her face flushed red and I wondered if she peed a little. She saw a raised hand and walked over to student’s desk. Facing away from me, I saw her bend over to be at eye level with the seated students and cross her legs as she stood, a very awkward looking stance. She seemed to answer the student’s questions without incident, though, and walked away a little stiffly. Class went on without incident until about fifteen minutes later. Her desk was at the front of the class and I was seated by it. While students were working in groups, she rushed over to the teacher’s desk and sat next to me. She pretended to look up something on her computer, but sitting next to her, I could tell all she did was pull up her emails. She then lifted her dress above her panties, which I saw were white. I was beside her, so I didn’t have a straight angle at her and plus didn’t want to be seen checking her out so I kept my eyes on my own computer, but I could just hear the hissing of her wetting herself over the din of the class. They likely heard and saw nothing, but I could hear it go on and on and eventually drip onto the floor. When she was finished, she lifted her butt off her seat just a little bit and pulled down her dress. She looked at me and knew instantly that I knew what had happened. She whispered to me, “Hey, is there a wet spot?” I looked at her from the front and shook my head but asked her to turn around. From behind, her dress was getting wet, likely since the back of her panties were wet from sitting. I whispered, “It’s wet behind.” She groaned and then just chose to sit back down in her desk. She grabbed students’ attention. “Alright, all that is left is the conclusion at the back of the packet, please work on that for the last ten minutes of class and when you’re done you can turn it in in the basket at the front table. I’ll dismiss you when class is out.” She spent the rest of class sitting in her own puddle, pretending to be working on her computer. Fortunately for her, no students had any questions to get her attention, and the last ten minutes went by without a hitch. When the bell rang, she dismissed the students from her desk and eventually the room was empty of everyone but us. She swung her chair around and as she faced me I saw a glimpse of her white panties, the crotch wet and stained. She looked down mournfully. “I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.” At this point, this was the third accident I had witnessed and I was also personally thrilled, so I wanted to comfort her. “Please. It’s okay. I’m glad no one found out. In fact, I can help you clean this up if you’d like.” She shook her head. “Please, no. Just don’t mention this to anyone.” “Of course. Your secret is safe with me.” She looked visibly relieved and got up to hug me. I didn’t mention I noticed some droplets falling off her dress onto the ground when she did so. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, as well, which I chalked up to cultural differences, but a little bit of me wished I made a move in one of the future times I observed her, or after I was done evaluating her teaching. I never did in that instance, though, and we both never mentioned that incident again. The next teacher I observed having an accident was Ms. Danvers. She was a short brunette with straight hair and a soft heart. I liked her a lot and students did, too, though I think a class with a lot of behavioral issues would run right over her. I also liked Ms. Danvers because she occasionally flirted with me, honestly. I had observed her multiple times before this particular incident. She would comment that I looked too handsome to have been promoted to administration but also said it’s a good thing I wasn’t a teacher anymore because the girl students would have crushes on me. I was kind of surprised she said those kinds of things, but I certainly didn’t complain. I usually just awkwardly smiled back, though I would occasionally compliment her outfits. The day she had an accident she was wearing a patterned blue and white jumpsuit with a cardigan that was long enough to cover her butt. It was conservative but I thought she looked cute in it. When she entered the class and saw me before class started, she gave me a hello and a wink. Ms. Danvers wasn’t obvious about her desperation while talking to students, but whenever they were doing independent or group work, she sat at her desk and crossed her legs and shoved her hands in her crotch. I was sitting in the back, so I could see her holding her crotch, but the students couldn’t. I should have given feedback that she shouldn’t just sit there and she should circulate among the students, but given the circumstances I let it slide. Despite her obvious desperation at her desk, the class went without incident until the “exit ticket” (the end of the class quiz to make sure the students learned something that day). She stood in front of the class and gave instructions. As she did, her knees buckled slightly and she stuttered her instructions. She got through them without students questioning her, though, and quickly walked up to me. She whispered to me, “Oh my god, I think I just peed a little.” I couldn’t believe she was so open with me. I looked down and saw a small spot the width of a dollar bill. “Yeah, but I don’t think anyone will notice. Class is over in five minutes, you got this.” I paused for a second but remembered regretting never making a move with Ms. Cruz. I added, “Plus, you look cute when you’re desperate.” I almost regretted saying that immediately. Fortunately, she seemed to brighten up and went back to circulating the classroom. When class was over and she dismissed them, she walked back to me. When the room was empty and it was just us, she crossed her legs and buckled her knees. “Oh my god, I’m about to wet myself.” I no longer knew how much of this was truth and how much of it was her flirting with me, given my last comment. “You made it, though.” “Well, almost. I gotta hear your feedback first.” Hmm… Definitely flirting with me. I told her to sit next to me. As I talked through my notes and advice, she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and thrusted her hands into her crotch, leaning over. I couldn’t help but feel myself get excited as I tried to remain professional. I was almost done walking through my notes when she interrupted me. “Please. Can you walk me to the bathroom as you wrap up your comments? I don’t know if I’ll make it.” “Uhh…” I realized a certain something would be obvious if I stood up. She looked me in the eyes. “Please?” She took off her cardigan and then stood up and held out her hand. I took it and she pulled me up, wincing as she likely peed a little bit more. She noticed the obvious bulge and raised an eyebrow before leading me out the classroom. She peeked out and saw it was clear. From behind, I could see visible wet spot as well. She gestured for me to follow her and said, “Alright, what else were you going to say?” “I was pretty much done, I was just going to summarize by saying you present yourself as relatable and approachable for the students, which is great, though if you had a tougher classroom to manage you should think about what your procedures are with more disruptive students.” She nodded before gasping and grabbing her crotch. She turned to me - we both looked flustered. She grinned at my reddening face and said, “I have to come up with procedures for this disruptive adult that visits my classroom every month. He says he’s here to give me feedback but it seems he’s always just looking at my butt…” I was mortified that I had been so unprofessional all year, but she certainly didn’t seem to mind and she flung open the bathroom door and pulled me in. She led me into a closed off stall usually reserved for people with wheelchairs and locked the door before kissing me. “What do you think of my procedures now?” I returned the kiss. “I think they’re quite effective…” She gasped again and pulled back. “I just peed a little again… Help me take this off.” I saw the wetness had traveled halfway down her thighs and was very visible in the front. When she turned around the wet spot was similarly large beneath her butt. I unzipped her jumpsuit and she began to wriggle out of it. As she pulled it down with some struggle, I could hear a hissing start and the moment the jumpsuit cleared her butt she sat down, light blue boyshorts still on, and she peed straight through her panties into the toilet bowl. I was hard as a rock at the sight, and she could tell. She unzipped my pants and pulled it down and began stroking me. There were all sorts of ethical questions running through my head, but I was lonely and too astonished at my luck to dwell on them. When she was done peeing, I pulled her off the toilet, sat myself down, and sat her down on my lap and began to finger her. When she was ready, I pulled her panties to the side and we fucked right there on the toilet. I fingered her as we fucked, more to try to make sure she came as fast as possible because there was no way I would last. After just a couple minutes, she came hard, and I felt more spurts come out of her and run down me before I came as well. We sat there for a while, panting, before she pulled off me and readjusted her underwear, which were soaked in the front and back. She pulled up her jumpsuit, which were still obviously wet. I zipped her up. We snuck back to her classroom and she tied her cardigan around her waist. We didn’t mention that day again for a while, but after the school year was done and there wasn’t a conflict of interest (that day aside…), we dated for a year until she got a job at a different school district far away. A few weeks later, I observed Ms. Okafor. She was a tall Nigerian woman and curvaceous and skinny at the same time. She really fit the modern beauty standards, wearing a black dress much tighter than Ms. Thompson. I thought it was just a tad too revealing, as I could see a clear outline of her underwear (full cut panties) and a small bit of cleavage, but it wasn’t to the point of making a comment in my feedback. Frankly, it probably would look looser on Ms. Cruz or Danvers, Okafor’s body just really filled it out. I couldn’t help but check her out. Ms. Okafor’s desperation was a bit different. I didn’t really notice anything except that she was stiff until she was standing in front of me giving instructions halfway through class. I couldn’t help but look at her butt a couple times and the tightness of her dress gave away that her butt was tightly clenched. In fact, during the next activity, she stood in front of me yet again to give instructions and I thought I heard underneath her voice the sound of a low whistle before smelling a clear fart. She walked away quickly. She went through class without incident until she brought the students back from their activity for a full group discussion. I stood by the front door so she faced the students but her back was to me. As she stood and engaged with student answers, I thought I saw her butt unclench just slightly. It was subtle, but I thought I saw the fabric of the dress right where her legs met under her butt stretch just a little bit. She kept engaging in conversation as if nothing was happening, but I could also see a small stream roll down her right leg and a couple droplets form on the ground. She quickly wrapped up the conversation and directed students to do the exit ticket. She clearly hadn’t let out much pee, as aside from the momentary stream and a couple of droplets, I saw no more evidence of her accident. She walked to her desk, which was also at the front of the classroom facing the students, and leaned over her materials, probably pretending to be busy. When she walked towards her desk and as she bent over, from my angle across the room by the entrance I could see more hints of the bulge, though I did not smell anything and there was no stain. When five minutes were up, she dismissed the students and stayed at her desk, saying goodbye from that position. After they had all exited, I walked up to her at her desk. Standing in front of her, I could faintly smell poop, but it wasn’t overpowering. “Hey, good job running class today. I have my feedback written up, want to talk through today or want me to email and we can talk more after the next shadowing?” She feigned tiredness. “It’s been a long week, could we do the full meeting next time? I appreciate the feedback.” “No problem, I’ll shoot you a follow-up email.” With that, I departed, and I pretended I noticed nothing throughout the rest of the year. That wasn’t the only messing accident I witnessed. A year later, after Ms. Danvers and I broke up, I observed Ms. Hansen. She was a brunette with a pretty face and a surprisingly large butt. She was a fiercely strict teacher but by the end of the year earned the respect of her students. Her demeanor made her accident so surprising to me. It was first period and she had entered the classroom in a surprising rush, since she was usually so prepared (which is tough for a first year teacher). She was wearing a white top with the shoulders exposed, seemingly the fashion of recent years, and a blue skirt that was rather modest but still showed off her butt. Her hair was in a quick ponytail and I surmised she must have been in a hurry this morning. The situation reminded me of Ms. Batista. I could tell Ms. Hansen was desperate because she occasionally hunched over and her face showed a level of pain sometimes. That being said, she kept on a brave face as she instructed the class. Like Ms. Batista, she then directed them to get to work, though as a math class they worked independently rather than in a group. After standing awkwardly, seeming undecided on what to do, Ms. Hansen walked over to the corner I was in. Her classroom was a tight fit and filled to the max, so my corner was the furthest she could be from students. She stood beside me, pretending to watch the class, but I soon heard it - the telltale sound of crackling as she pooped. I eyed her butt and I thought I could get the faintest hint of a bulge pushing back her skirt, but with the flexible fabric and outfit choice, it really wasn’t noticeable aside from the quiet sounds. She stood still as a statue while this happened. I could start to get a whiff of it towards the end, but she quickly walked away like nothing was wrong (maybe a little bow-legged) and carried on the lesson. I couldn’t believe she had gotten away with THAT and could carry on a lesson, but you really wouldn’t have noticed except the faintest scent when she came close. After class was finished, she had a prep period after so didn’t have to go teach another class. When the room was empty of students, I asked, “Great job today. Do you want to talk through my feedback or have me just email you?” She said, “Umm… email me. I gotta… well… clean up.” I raised an eyebrow. I decided to be blunt to see what would happen. “You mean from when you… pooped standing next to me?” She blushed and froze for a second before deciding to be blunt as well. “Yeah.” She looked around and closed the door to her classroom. “I… Umm… I’ve had issues with making it some days, I don’t have a prep break some days so I…” She trailed off and pulled up her skirt to show her point she pulled up her skirt to show a diaper, to my shock. They were clearly yellowed in the front, so she must have peed them as well. “I didn’t have time this morning to go, so I was pretty certain I couldn’t hold it, I always have to go in the morning, so I just put this on today.” After a moment’s shock, I said, “Wow, thanks for being willing to tell me. That’s actually brilliant, I’m surprised more teachers don’t do that. Well, maybe they do and I just didn’t know. So many teachers have schedules that don’t give them breaks.” She looked relieved that I wasn’t judgmental. She pulled out a second pair out of her bag, gave me a wink, and then put them back in her bag to take to the bathroom to change. I wished I could change her, but I didn’t want to come across like a creep and just gave her a smile and headed out. That same year, I observed Ms. Beverly. Ms. Beverly was an excellent first year teacher and developed good connections with the students and she was the first teacher I witnessed (and only, I believe!) having an accident in front of students and getting caught. That was probably because Beverly, a curvaceous blonde, was wearing white work pants. White was a risky color - I could practically see the white thong underneath under the harsh fluorescent school lights. She probably didn’t know it was visible when she dressed. I could see her tap her foot incessantly throughout class and pretty obviously clench her butt (though the students usually didn’t have a view of her from behind) throughout, but I thought given how obvious an accident would be in white pants she would swallow her pride and ask me to sub for her if she really needed to go. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She made it until she was giving instructions for the end of class quiz. As she stood in front of the class, I could see in real time her bowels give up, her cheeks unclench, and a turd slowly push aside her thong and begin to push her white slacks back, staining them brown. A bulge formed as the poop curled up along the left thigh, not held in by the thong at all. Her voice sounded strained and she stuttered a bit, but she bravely tried to finish her instructions. Unfortunately, as she pooped, she seemed to involuntarily pee a bit (I could see wetness spread beneath her cheeks and start running down her thighs) and I heard gasps from students as they must have seen a wet spot begin to form and spread. She finished her instructions a couple seconds later but no one was paying attention. One student shouted, “Ms. Beverly, did you piss yourself?!” Students in unison began jeering and chattering, not directly making fun of her but clearly in shock at what they witnessed. Ms. Beverly began backing away, trying and failing to tell students to get to work. She clearly didn’t want to show her behind to the students. As she went past me, I could see she was almost in tears. I stood up and walked up to her. “I’ll take over, don’t worry.” She nodded and I got the students back at attention. “You heard her instructions, you have ten minutes left, get to work!” With some individual redirections, everyone eventually quieted down and got to work. I didn’t see Ms. Beverly again, and last I heard she had quit and became a paraprofessional at a different school with the hopes of building her confidence again to go back into teaching. I sent her an email wishing her well and extolling the virtues of her as a teacher, which she understandably never responded to.

This past Thursday I was on my way home from work and I heard a grumble in my stomach (after having some issues at work as well) I got out of my car just as my partner was coming down to head to work. He stopped me to talk to me and I felt the bubbling and gurgling get worse. I tried to push past him to get to the stairs so I could run up stairs and relieve myself. but of course after seeing the desperate look on my face he followed me up towards the apartment with that evil grin on his face, knowing I was about to explode at any moment. I told him to get to work and then sent him this video! it was a rough time. IMG_9189.MOV

The other day I ended up having two accidents, one super early in the morning and one later in the day. The morning one involves messing, so I'll mark that portion of my story off for those who are uninterested. MESSING STORY STARTS HERE Work has become significantly more busy. So much so, some of my coworkers and I have taken turns being on-call 24/7 to field support calls. Typically these calls have been very light: less than 30 minutes on a call between 1 and 4 AM to solve some minor problem, but sometimes these calls can go on for more than a couple of hours and unfortunately, it was my turn to take one of those calls. A report about a client experiencing a critical error came in around 3 AM and I started my computer up to diagnose. It takes a while to access my work terminal from home, so I brewed up some coffee while I waited. My bladder made itself known of a minor need and my bowels also sounded off, as well, but I figured I could probably diagnose the issue quickly. I was also in the middle of having a sex dream when I was woken up, so I wanted to enjoy the need for a little while before going. Fortunately enough, I could pinpoint that our systems were completely operational and that the issue was the clients. I let our support know and I was getting ready to sign off when they called back, saying our client wanted to get on a conference call and I could smell the this lasting a couple of hours. I called in and let the client know everything checked out and they wanted help diagnosing things on their end. Essentially, it was a bunch of people on the client's end talking to one another with an occasional question my way that took some trivial work to answer. Since I wasn't busy at all, I couldn't ignore or distract myself from my desperation and my need was mounting. I had been sipping my coffee and gone through the whole cup which certainty wasn't making things any easier. I squeezed my thighs together and jiggled my legs while clenching my butthole to fight back the need, minutes ticking by insufferably slow. I chimed in every now and again to report everything was still green on my end and I started checking over things to take my mind off of things and just to keep confirming everything was okay on our end. My bladder suddenly cried for help and I shot my hands down to hold myself. I rocked back and forward a bit, but stopped when I realized the rocking against my hand was stimulating my clit. I muted the call so they wouldn't hear anything on my end and grit my teeth fighting back. I started fidgeting with with some pens and papers to try and distract myself until I accidentally dropped one. I bent over to pick it up, but a shot of pee shot into my still soaked panties and I shot back straight in my chair. I knew I was losing this war, but the client had mentioned they're testing out a solution so the call was surely almost done. I decided I should turn on the news or something to distract me and tried to reach the TV remove on m desk without leaving my chair. I misjudged the distance and up falling right out of my chair straight onto the floor. Needless to say, the shock was more than enough and my poor bladder and bowels let loose. The relief was overwhelming as I flooded my panties and filled them with a huge load. I must have been on the floor for a straight two minutes until I was all done and emptied out and when I stood up, they sagged a great deal, but it was all contained. I decided to sit back at my desk in my soaked in messy panties as punishment since the call would end soon and thankfully it did. I went straight to clean up after, thoroughly relieved the problem was completely solved. MESSING STORY ENDS HERE The rest of my day went pretty uneventful, when I finally got back to work. I briefed my supervisor on the client issue I was called about and the day went on like normal until the late evening where I met with my friends to go drinking. The bars we like to visit are a quick train ride from me, about 15 minutes, so I took the train to meet and we picked one of the many bars to visit. After a pretty good deal of shots as we talked about our days, I was feeling a pretty strong need to go, but again, I don't mind the desperation so I put it off. Eventually a few of my friends decided to head to the bathroom and I decided to go with them. It only accepts one at a time and there was no wait, so my friend walked in first and immediately walked out. It was absolutely disgusting and she refused to use it. My other friend and I took a look at it as we all agreed, we'd all rather hold it than go. When we got back to the table, we let the rest of the group know the bathrooms were out of the question. We stopped drinking since we all got pretty tipsy and really didn't want to pay the place anymore money for not maintaining their restroom, but we continued to talk for a good while. Being up early, I was starting to feel pretty tired and look up the train schedule and saw there would be one in about 10 minutes, so I let my friends I was about ready to head home. A few of them decided they'd walk me to the train station before they would head to a new bar. When I stood up, I had realized I had greatly misjudged my situation and actually leaked straight away. I could feel my thong failed to hold almost any of it and I couldn't see if it made a noticeable spot on my legs in the bar lighting, so I just kept my bag in front of me to hide it. I tried to keep myself composed as we walked to the train station, but my friends were also visibly needing to go. I was relieved to finally get to the station so I could lean against something while I struggled to hold on, gravity certainty wreaking havoc on my full bladder. We all casually talked about how bad we all needed to go. My friends decided they'd go at the next bar as I told them I'd probably just go once I got home. They were all opening holding themselves and fidgeting, so I felt no shame doing so as well. I couldn't help to eye them all since I didn't see much desperation in person, contemplating that if we all had accidents, it wouldn't be so bad. I toyed with the idea of letting go on purpose to see if the rest would end up losing control as well. I was getting so wet thinking about it and lost myself in my tipsy stupor fantasizing about it before the train rolling into the station brought me back to reality. I said good bye to my friends and shuffled onto the train as I heard one of them behind me saying they'd just use the bathroom at the station and many sounded in agreement. I made my way to the back of the train, conveniently by the restrooms. They were never clean, especially this time at night, so I didn't even try it. And by now, I was challenging myself to make it home. I sat cross legged as a gentleman walked past me to use the restroom. My thoughts wandered to him using the restroom and my bladder would have none of it as I let through another leak in my seat, and a long one. It ran under my butt and thoroughly soaked my leggings and my cheeks and I was sure there was no hiding my accident now. I also decided to take a peak at my crotch to see if anything was visible, and there was now a pretty good wet patch, but probably nothing compare to my butt now. The gentleman left and woman who had just gotten on walked in, just to walk back out at the sight of it. She didn't show any signs of desperation and I wondered how long she would have to wait before she could find relief. Unfortunately, the train hit an unexpected bump that startled me and I lost control again. This time. nothing was absorbing my piss and it pooled under me in the plastic seat. My face flushed red at the thought of wetting myself on the train, turning me on so much more. My clit was starting to want attention and I started to grind against myself for some relief. I let a soft moan out under my breath as I leaked again and froze. The pool was growing and there was definitely no way I was hiding this now. Finally, my stop came and I leaked again when I stood, the warmth trickling down my legs. I tried to compose myself, but the pressure was too great and I just rushed off the train. Thankfully, no one was around so I squeezed my legs super hard and clenched with all I had before I started walking back to my place. Despite all that effort, just after a few steps, I started leaking again, almost every few steps until it became a steady stream. I was about a block away until I completely lost it and gave way, leaning up against a street sign as I thoroughly soaked my leggings as a puddle formed under my feet. I looked around and couldn't see anyone on the streets and breathed a sigh of relief. I speed walked my way back to my place, rushed through the door, and into the bathroom where I looked at myself in the mirror. I could barely find any dry pieces of legging as a stripped them off, as the tiny bit of fabric that was my thong never stood a chance. I took a nice warm shower before I head to bed and pleasured myself to an amazing orgasm.

Welcome, one and all, to Faust's Interactive Stories 4! Faust apologizes for 3 falling by the wayside easily, but Faust hopes that the fourth time is the proverbial charm. As stated in the fateful occurrences, this interactive is about exploring Faust-verses, and characters in varying degrees of decency. Faust will not keep you waiting much longer, for it's soon to be voting time! Read below, and prepare for our journey! ====================================================================================================================================== Story Setting: Another Note: A setting based around a mostly scholastic environment! Expect long classes, crowded bathrooms, and limited privacy, outside of certain areas. Good place to meet new people. Holiday Fun: A Setting based on a given Holiday, [usually the one the story is written closest to], and with a small group of people, specified by the audience at times. Beach Adventures: A setting based around a lovely beach, with Sun, Sand, and ocean for what looks like miles! May also involve a long car ride, but be warned: There are no bathrooms on the beach. Town Adventures: A setting based around a day off from scholastic journeys, to do things around the town. Play cards, Go bowling, watch movies... The Sky's the proverbial Limit! Private Bedroom: A setting where you forgo the usual wiles and joys of adventuring, and just settle down to make love to your selected girl. [Some Characters Restricted]. Wind-Down Ko-Fi Requests: Not really a Setting, but a series of tiny, little stories, set in the semblance of Caught Shorts, from his commission thread. Little, incredibly short stories, of a playmate or figure, on the absolute breaking point of their control. As for what they lose, or what they use... That's up to the comment-er! [Note: Does Not Require actually buying a Ko-Fi for Faust. Faust just is experimenting with it, before offering it as a feature on his own Ko-Fi Here . ] Meant as an easy-going setup, for if Faust's situation or workload becomes a bit strained. If it goes well, Faust may offer it as an actual reward on his Ko-Fi, and or create a separate thread for Ko-Fi submissions. ========================================================================================================================================== Character Select: Faustus Necromonium: [Male] [The Familiar Figure of Faust's stories, that has a generally friendly rapport with many people. A healthy appreciation for lewdity, and connections to the Goddess of Lust Saril may lend themselves to some naughty incidents.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] [Yu-know who this one is too! A curvy, friendly pinkette with a cutesy manner of speech, but with a bit of a distressing past. More than just good friends with Faustus, but with a woeful inexperience in shameful accidents, she tries her best to impress] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] [A girl with long, Forest green hair, and a bit of a stern, killjoy attitude... What this modestly endowed girl lacks in friendly flexibility, she makes up for with a cold, stern demeanor... And a talent for holding her liquids. Eoria Karakuri: [Female] [A silver-haired scientist with an insatiable appetite for sciences, that gets her in more than just a little trouble... With her tinkle, and other urges Saiga Giriko: [Female] A red haired scientist, who has to constantly reign in Eoria's more rowdy and raunchy plots... While also being someone not interested in wetting herself. [And more to be unlocked!] ======================================================================================================================================== [Modifiers!] [Forgoing the usual setup of Ratings, a new addition to the stories are Modifiers. These will affect the way things unfold in the story, in various ways. Some minor, some...] Normal Day: Nothing seems too out of the ordinary. May make it easier to find new people. Windy Day: The breeze is more than a little Stiff, and it has a mind of it's own! [Constantly blows things out of people's hands... Or certain garments up] Rainy Day: A ceaseless rainstorm goes over the town, making outside activities less pleasant....While the frequent, unending noises of water agitate piddle urges Hot Day: A day where the sun is working overtime, and it shows. Prompts more frequent Drinks, and copious sweating. Taco and Lemonade Day: A day where the school has it's famous Tacos on special... And The bathrooms are horribly crowded. [LOCKED!] [More to be unlocked] =============================================================================================================================== Items: {Currently Closed) ====================================================================================================================================== [TL; DR Version] Pick a character, Pick a setting, and up to 1 modifier. Majority votes will rule......But, while Faust is waiting on votes to come in, [And in Lulls between stories], Faust will set up Wind Down Ko-Fi Requests. ========================================================================================================================================= [Index of Tales] None so far! ====================================================================================================================================== [Wind-Down Ko-Fi Requests] Contrary to the Title, one does not have to buy Faust a Ko-Fi to participate. These are little, incredibly short requests that Faust will do, of a character at the limits of their control. Format is as follows: Character: [Who is being caught short] Urge: [Which Urge is overwhelming this individual?] Attire: [What kind of outfit is in danger? Undergarments, protective garments, etc. ] Extra: [Any additional Details] Rules: 1. Any entry in the format not filled out will be provided by the Author's own intentions. Faust may or may not make an accurate bit out of it. 2. One Request, per comment-er, per Wind down Session. This is to keep Faust from being overwhelmed. 3. No Shaming Other people's Requests. 4. All Characters will be written as they are of legal age. 5. A Ko-Fi Donation is not required, but is appreciated. Faust mostly does this as short little fun bits, to keep his writing momentum. [Example of a Caught Short/What you can expect from a request]