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This isn't really anything super developed, just a fun concept that I think could be interesting. Might develop it into a one-off some day. Anyways, the idea is: You have a person that is monitored and left at the mercy of their audience; Their monitoring is being streamed and people can donate or otherwise influence the broadcast to decide what will happen to their poor, padded subject during a long period of time (this can range from a full day to a week or more). I think you can already see where this is going! The main idea is to see how long they can handle themselves while soaked and messy before they beg their audience for a change! Well, let's get to some... Brainstorming on options. I think it'd be interesting to have options such as: 'Add or Remove a layer of clothing' (either just add/remove attire or more diapers! Excluding the first one they mess/soak) 'Feed/Water' (Just give normal food and water to the subject, BUT it can be spiked with laxatives or diuretics!) 'Rub/Squish' (Force the subject to rub or squish their diaper, or otherwise have something or someone else do it if they refuse) 'Change' (Finally give your subject some relief from their dirty diapers.) What do you think? Would you participate in one of these streams? What would you do to the poor subject and how long would you leave them in those dirty nappies? Maybe you could develop a strategy with the options provided (or add your own options too!) to really make them desperate for a change.

*I apologize for writing a novella ahead of time* Coming to you live at 9 am in a puddle of piss and messy nasty panties It’s wonderful to see y’all again! Even though I’ve been gone for a while I was always still lurking in the background and compiling in preparation for my return. I’ve been a little busy over the last year or so getting healthy and myself together. I’ve discovered some things about myself. I’ve actually dropped around 160 POUNDS!! discovered a pretty good hour glass figure I didn’t know I had. I found a new video editing app Also discovered I have a MUCH deeper love for the messing ASSpect I’m DEFINITELY still wetting and I’m still doing messing content (as I said before I’m in a messy situation already) I also have a new (protected) Piss/Mess bed!!!!! (thank goodness for upgrades, people) I have so many new stories, pictures, and things to talk about! I’m excited to get into posting again! I want to let you guys know I do ALSO offer custom content and videos and personal interactions now as well. So here is the link to my Onlyfans, no, I’m not here to drain your wallets or empty your bank accounts (trust me that is so unnecessary). I have free stories and pictures that I will be posting here to “freshen” up the content! But: I have other videos/photos that I’ve worked hard on practiced to perfect. I absolutely love wetting and messing myself (no one except for myself and a few lucky others, who enjoy this, have had to clean up) I currently live in an apartment where I have to take my clothing/sheets to the laundromat and unfortunately that cost adds up(I’d love to eventually be able to get my own washer and dryer lol) So I’m more just looking help to cover that. Also, what better trade than a custom video for a cheap price and knowing you helped me get my laundry done so I can continuously provide new content! lmao! Like previously stated, I’m MORE than happy to post some free pictures/stories/teasers here to keep it lively! and these stories are real, genuine first hand accounts (unlike some things I’m seeing ) because I share the same love and value in it as you guys. My pants/panties/Bed are my toilet, I’m better off not going in my new bed, but that’s why I keep the old bed close on the floor. Some of the things are planned, most of them are accidents, and sometimes life sucks and you just got to “let things go” I do try to stay dry and keep from messing myself, but sometimes I get mad and you gotta do what you gotta do to make yourself feel better! Again I’m sorry I wrote a novel. I wanted to let you all know that I AM back and I’m writing to you in a couple hours old wet panties on my mess bed(there’s a preview below!!!) I love and appreciate you guys and I cannot wait to share some of my videos/pictures/Stories with you guys! The Link: https://onlyfans.com/cas-a-frass and here are some pictures for ya BLACK AND WHITE photo/ Me with my legs crossed are the ones of me CURRENTLY (Messy and wet )

I've seen a decent amount of games on here, but many requiring downloads... I usually wanna play it safe, so I just play games on the browser, and I was thinking if anyone on here had any recommendations for games you can play on your browser that are themed around omorashi or even messing.

Introduction: High above the skies was a Resistance cruiser soaring through the vacuum of space, onboard was the girl that just got awarded the title of the last Jedi and that being Rey. Now this last Jedi is not what you would expect, the girl is 19 years old and is just turning 20 quite soon and she is not your average 19 year old girl. Rey lived on the desert planet known as Jakku and has been there her parents left her there as a small child. As Rey grew old her parents didn’t come back and also she would discover that being a scavenger would be the only way to make money, which gave her a job and she would obtain more items than the other scavengers and made her more wealthier. Rey now gave up her rich lifestyle on Jakku to help the Resistance defeat the First Order, but there are many things she misses from Jakku. Most people would have friends there that she knew and liked, but not Rey she was more of a loner, a kid that didn’t fit in with others. She wasn’t properly potty trained until the age of sixteen and this was a reason why she didn’t fit in, she was bullied by a lot of people when she caught trying to hold it back and every time she was desperate to go in the Town there she would always have an accident. Currently, she can successfully hold in urges to pee so much better and being a scavenger awakened a fetish, Jakku is super hot and the last Jedi would have to drink so much water and sometimes resulting in major accidents and after the time where it was so hot and everything stuck to her body, she could take her belt off and she was right in the Jakku public bathroom where she had her first accident since the age of 7. At that time she was very mortified by this, but when time went on she started to enjoy it more and which led her to obtain a naughty side to her where she would get desperate and would embarrass herself for pleasure. No one ever saw her do these naughty things because she lived isolated from the rest in an old AT-AT Walker from the battle that took place a long time ago. Even though she got richer and richer from her job, she never used it to buy a better home, one with an actual toilet in it, but no because even though she’s been waiting for her parents to come, she really needed to get off that planet. The Story: The cruiser was a magnificent ship, it’s big interior could hold up to one million people or even higher, but it had no bathroom on it. Rey uses the second shipment station as a private area to practice the ways of the Force, now she’s been at it for almost an hour and she regularly takes breaks to have a drink to sustain herself while training. She’s wearing her dark grey Jedi robes, with a lighter grey pants under her robes and white panties. She swings her lightsaber again and a familiar feeling coming on, the young girl freaks out as she quickly works out what it is and that is she’s desperate to pee. Rey a lover of humiliating herself for her own private viewing (omorashi) gets so turned on by the event, she goes to check the bathrooms because no one would be able to see her doing that in a stall. Anyway to her dismay, she was absolutely devastated to find out there was no bathrooms aboard, she runs to the front of the ship where General Leia was an when arriving she asks her “When are we going to arrive at the new Resistance base?” and Leia replies “Rey we aren’t even close, we still have to bypass the asteroid field, the vortex and then we arrive. Is something the matter?” Rey doesn’t want to tell her that she needs to go, but agrees to tell her, “Yes I have to pee so badly, I drank too much water while training.” “Rey, I was young too, I’ve had many accidents that only Luke and Han knew about, I was into it as well. I can see you enjoy it, so did I, in my youth I could stop doing it, I even remember the time I was the leader of the Rebel Alliance and I would ban myself from even using the toilet and to hold it in for eternity.” The last Jedi felt very happy that someone she knew loved the same fetish and she went to sit down somewhere and wait upon arrival. The ship just entered hyperspace to access the asteroid field and the pilot had to have the ship do all these funky turns and twists to manoeuvre passed the asteroids. This made Rey to loose control just for a bit, but she managed to regain it back and could successfully hold it in through the twists and turns. As the ship made it through that Rey’s bladder had increased dramatically to it almost being full and this worried her because she hates to public humiliate herself to death as it was something that got her bullied by people on Jakku. The ship had to just go into the vortex to get to the planet, in words it seems not that long, but in reality it is long. The cruiser once again entered hyperspace and shot into the vortex, then it had to go straight to the exit and then you have arrived. The desperate Jedi was getting ready for it, by now her bladder was so full that she started to lightly tinkle and she quickly grabbed herself before she could release more out. The ship already was like halfway through it and Leia suggested to the pilot to go to hyperspace again to get out quicker, he didn’t back from her order and it happened. Rey was stunned to find the ship would now get there fast in hyperspace and started get hope that she could make it on time. By now it was out of the vortex and arrived at the secret new Resistance base and the young girl was thrilled by this, in no time the cruiser landed in the hanger. The desperate Jedi pushed pass the other people to be let off first and ran until she could see the bathroom, there was one packed to the rafters with female Resistance officers all queued in one big massive line. She spotted most officers having accidents and stopped her mind from thinking about it and ran to find the others, there was one again with a long queue, then one with an even bigger queue to the first one and then one that had no queue. She ran towards the no queue one and was shocked to read that it could only be opened by a key nd there was no way she would be running to the other side to fetch the keys off Leia. Pssssssssttttt! She felt herself leak again, she lifted up her robe to see that it was starting to make an outline on her pants, then she noticed that the was a forest and decided that she would go in there. She ran as fast as she could into the forest, she ran as far from the base as possible and there was a massive cliff where she stopped. She realised if she jumped over it she would sacrifice her chance to go and so she ran to the nearest tree and proceeded to strip down and then squatted behind it and peed. Psssssssssssssssssstttttttttttt! It was so warm and she couldn’t believe she made it, but then her naughty side took over and stood up still letting it out and decided to pull up her panties back on and let the rest into her damp white panties. To Be Continued...

Hey! Decided to break up the monotony and try my hand at drabble writing for a bit. It sorta spiraled into making a one-shot (two-shot?) for myself, helping build up a new collection of LitRPG short stories (that's those fantasy works with all the RPG stats! Think Sword Art Online... please don't think about that in my presence...). I'll get back onto Ichigo Sunada & Her Downward Spire real soon, just wanted to do something different as a reward for all the page views, hits, likes and comments I've been getting all around! Without further ado, here's the first part to Gut Check! Part II with come soon enough (the part with the diaper content), but for now, humor this tale for a bit. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tick. Tick. Tick. The ticking of the classroom clock lulls a sleepy daemonette into the dream world. Her teacher has been prattling on, stuttering every other word or so, boring the devil girl to tears. She would occupy herself, tap on her desk, flip through her tome, maybe even throw a paper ball at her anxious captor, anything to make her day faster, were it not for her “uniform”. The aggravating thing has been the bane of her restless mind and arms ever since coming to this academy. Forced upon her for her “poor behavior” at registration, ha! Maybe if they didn’t tried to register her in the first place, she wouldn’t be stuck in a straitjacket all day, and they wouldn’t have suffered some slash marks! Tick. Tick. Tick. Reminiscing isn’t like Sasha. Albeit, she’s not really sure what IS she’s supposed to be like. She’s been “free” from the “Dark Goddess” for not long, lost her connection from the Dark for… sometime? Since then, she’s grown wild blue hair her quartermaster ties into a long ponytail every weekend or so. Her many sharp teeth fell out, leaving only 2 stubby fangs on the top row of her teeth, more akin to the beastkin’s. She still as puny as she ever was, barely taller than her fairy classmates. Not as short and stout as they are, but enough that she has to stand on her new tippy-toes, the weird human-like feet that have long replaced her old sharp claws, just to make sure she can lord her height advantage over her “new friends”. Maybe even raise her triangle-shaped, spiky ears, located on the sides of her chubby-cheeked head. Every inch counts if she wants to even imagine her classmates still fear her. But no one does. No one fears the Diablo nowadays. Sure, the populace still take some safety precautions, if her “uniform” is anything to take in mind, but it's not like the old days, where she preyed on those foolish enough to walk about the eternal night without an adventurer. Kin of the Dark Goddess, forged from her everlasting chaos. Back then, she wasn’t even a she! Sasha was without name, without thought, without form, all function. Her purpose was to serve her lady, slay those that could pose a threat to her kin, the eternal night, and her mother. And every one was a threat to their existence. But that was then, this is now. Now she’s “pure”, “free” from her corrupter. She has a form, much like an elf, with only a few extra bits to remind her of what she once was. Her captors like to call them devil kids, sometimes Nightkin, much less intimidating than the Diablo. She has an identity, Sasha, to make her equal among her new peers, complete with stats, inventory, her likes and dislikes, everything that lets everyone know she is a part of the “Adventuring Program”. She has thought, to make her feel guilty about those times, the people she’d harm, instead of proud… And she has her own will, her own needs, her own wants. Her own drive to find a purpose. Cause else, she would do what she does every weekend every day: sulk about not having a purpose without her mother. Sasha sighs… Reminiscing isn’t like her. She’s trying to do what her “teacher” loves to stutter towards her class “L-live for the n-n-now! Be there for the n-n-next ‘morrow! And be happy for when you get there!” She loves to laugh every time the professor botches her rally cry, her inexperience at doing… everything in regards to motivational speaking, not to mention teaching is obvious, even to her. But it does sound like decent advice, or at least she’s said it enough that it's starting to sink into her brain. She would love to turn back the clocks, join her kin in stopping the heroines from storming her mother’s home and sealing her away. But she would more than likely end up on the wrong side of their blades, probably be sealed in with her. At least she would turn back and stop whomever brought her to the Four Goddess’ Institute of Serpha, stop them from freeing her from her dormant, stone-like state. At least then, she wouldn’t have to wake up every day for adventuring classes, wouldn’t be stuck in some island she has no clue is even in, wouldn’t even know what “Serpha” is or what do these people want with what’s inside her. Wouldn’t know about the fate that belie her mother and her kin. Tick. Tick. "Sniff. Sniff." Tick. Tick. “Hmm? Miss Guinea, Sasha’s crying again!” “What’s that, Felix? Sasha, darling!” Tattletale. Her next-desk-classmate, apparently another Nightkin like her, is always like this. She’s such a suck up to these people, has to be because her “mother” is one of the heroines that was responsible for sealing her real mother away. Her indigo, ringlet-curled hair, chubby build, curly tail, she’s the epitome of “soft”. Doubly so, since she gets to walk into class every day with what appears to be footie-pajamas of a wolf as part as her “uniform”, though she at least gets to keep her arms free. There isn’t a day Sasha gets to see the girl without it, it has to be some privilege of her “new kin”. Her “family”. “Sasha, dear, what’s wrong?” Some fools would say that they look like sisters, and perhaps there was once a time they were. But now, they come from two different worlds. This academy, this prison, this is all Sasha knew. A bunch of hands, all poking, prodding, needling, studying, renaming, reconstructing her, all in wonder what makes her tick. And all Felix knew is what life being some spoiled brat, barely even a Diablo. She’s a traitor, she acts like she never even met Mother. She never felt her warm embrace, never had her watchful gaze guiding her, never been told that she will always protect them, even if no one else does. She never had that. And she will never get that. And neither will Sasha. Ever again… “Sasha, please… No more tears.” Sasha finds herself in the tight embrace of her teacher. Tears were running down her face and onto her teacher’s smock. How hard was she crying? Her eyes feel raw, snot is rolling down her face, her throat feels hoarse. She’s still trying to get a hold on these “emotions”. She never had to worry about being sad or angry or even happy back then. All she had to be was obedient to Mother. Now she has to take care of herself. Let others take care of her. If she doesn’t, she’ll waste away in her own despair. Miss Guinea takes her out her desk seat and holds Sasha’s head into herself, rubbing it tenderly. Despite being taller than the young woman, her thin body appears to be dwarfed by her head. The teacher kneels down to Sasha’s level, letting the nightkin see her own reflection in her caretaker’s thick glasses. She can see how the red triangle markings on her face are drowning in her tears. She feels so disgusted with herself, on so many levels. Miss Guinea takes some tissues out of her smock and begins to wipe the wetworks away, given that the straitjacket is preventing her from doing it herself. “Bad memories, again, Sasha?” the teacher asks. Her short, dirty blonde hair, thick glasses, frail frame, and nervous demeanor belie her caretaking abilities. With a tight hug and a rustle of her hair, she calms down the nightkin’s burgeoning outburst. “-Sniff- It was nothing… I was just… I don’t know... It didn’t matter, I felt…,” Sasha stutters through. She struggles to find the right word, she isn’t even sure how, why, or what she feels. Something within her felt like crying, and she couldn’t deny it any longer. “Hey, hey, it's all fine. Sometimes you feel sad, and that’s okay.” Guinevere Guinea releases her hold and turns her attention to Felix. “Okay, class, why don’t we take a short break? The night is young, and… I could use more coffee.” Calling this place a class is demeaning to the both of the girls residing in it. The class only has a few members, and most of them aren’t even in at the moment. Felix and Sasha take a special night class, to make up for the time they spend away from the morning ones. The institute do most of their research on the two during that time, leaving their lesson time rather limited without these night classes. No matter the reason, however, this isn’t a class. It barely counts as personal tutoring sessions. Sasha, having recovered from her breakdown, stares towards the windows of the classroom. The night wind howls as a winter storm blows over the institute, snow piling up in the courtyard. Part of her wants to open the window, dive head first into the white blankets, and frolic throughout the snow, feeling nostalgic for the old, wild days of her “youth”. Feel the biting breeze between her thighs and knees, the cold catch on her sharp claws-now-nails, be free from the warm heating of the class, free in general. She knows that now, without the darkness protecting her, her human-like body would freeze over, be turned into an ice-cube in a matter of minutes, in her current uniform, and that’s assuming she’ll survive the five-story drop. But to feel the outside again, after being stuck inside this borderline prison all year, to Sasha, it would be worth it. While Miss Guinea is preoccupied boiling another pot of coffee and Felix doing… whatever she does with her constant scribbling in her notebook, Sasha goes up and press her cheeks and tail against the window. It’s refreshing, nostalgic, empowering even. She feels filled with various emotions, each one slowly-but-surely pulling back her lips into a smile… It doesn’t last, however, as another sensation begins to fill another place of hers. She begins to brush her thighs against each other, sliding her tail in between them. Sasha tends to ignore a lot of what the institute teaches her about her new form, leaving her ignorant of important issues, such as her fragility, the effects of the Serpha inside her, and most urgently, her needs. The frosty window, the dripping of the coffee percolator, the slight amount of tears still on her face. It all reminding her of that peculiar feeling betwixt her thighs, a hefty pressure that begins to ail her. She tries to prance in the spot, shift that weight to another spot, but all it does is slosh it up and down her midsection. It takes a good deal of jostling, both in her brain and inside her lower quadrants, to remind herself of which need she’s suffering from: the need to use a bathroom. “Urgh…,” she moans. She whips her tail around herself, trying to squeeze around her stomach. It’s an annoying need, one her “pure” body constantly suffers from. Apparently all girls like her suffer from this, needing to stop what they are doing and release what the institute calls their “holy water” into a container. They frown upon “doing their business”, as some of her “peers” would call it, outside of these designated rooms and containers. It’s “unruly”, it’s “unsanitary”, it attracts wild beasts and monsters, so on and so forth. Constant lectures about the vessel they trapped her wild soul in is the reason why she started blocking out their natter in the first place. “Miss Guinea? Can I… you know…?” begins to ask Sasha, trying to remember the right procedure for this. The teacher sips her cup of coffee, loudly enough for Sasha to wince at the image of fluids moving from place to place. “Hm? Sasha, you are asking me something?” “That thing… that… you know…? Thing humans do…?” she says, prancing on the spot. She knows this emotion she’s feeling at the moment: embarrassment. She still doesn’t have a good control on that, or even her bladder at the moment, she feels it pressing against the taut straitjacket. “Speak up, Sasha, you know I don’t have the best hearing.” Guinea tilts her ear towards the ailing girl, wanting to understand her better. She takes another sip, feeling like she needs every bit of energy to get through this long night. She sees out the corner of her eye Sasha stopping her dance, wrapping herself tighter with her thin, waxy black tail. She sees the demon girl resume her hopping, faster now. “That… That… Errgh!” Sasha’s frustration at being unable to voice herself isn’t helping her in the slightest. As she heats up, the pressure within builds up. She feels like each step she makes is starting to press more and more. “That thing…! That… that…! Why can’t I remember…?!” “Easy, Sasha. Just take a deep breath, take your time.” Miss Guinea inhales, pushing her barren chest up. She rolls her hand, asking the girl to mimic her actions. “Errgghh…,” groans Sasha. What is it in that’s in the air that makes mortals like her teacher so addicted to it? She stops her prancing again, trying to follow her teacher’s guidance. Inhale… Exhale… It isn’t much help, the additional air pressure is causing more grief than tranquility. “Can I go do that…?” Her brief respite did give her a little more understanding as to her awkward muteness. The feeling of embarrassment, having to ask a mortal to let her excuse herself and deal with her needs, is much too great for herself. She’s still struggling to understand that she needs to constantly capitulate herself to others, people that aren’t her mother. The additional frustration is doing her bladder no favors, it's starting to feel hot and heavy, two of her least favorite feelings. Miss Guinea cracks a sly smile behind her coffee mug. She doesn’t take a sip, knowing that it won’t help her student feel well. This isn’t the first time Sasha has forgotten her training. Felix looks up, raising her hand. “Oh! I think Sasha needs to--” “Now, now, Felix,” Guinevere says, settling her feisty Felix. “Let Sasha do this herself.” She chuckles to herself, happy to see that one of her girls desires to help another. Sasha twitches her right eye, turning its iris from black to crimson. “Don’t mock me! It’s your fault I’m like this!” She stomps, rattling her entire body. A few heavy drops of holy water seeps into her white briefs, staining it yellow. “Agh!” “Sorry, Sasha! I didn’t mean it like that!” worries Guinevere. Maybe she shouldn’t be practicing her teaching skills in this type of live-fire exercise. Still, the girl has some serious issues with the authority of the institute. As much as she would hate to be on the receiving end of her ire, especially as a newbie teacher, she does need to help her work through her distrust of everyone here if she is going to become, if not a helpful Jr. Adventurer, at least less of a hassle for her co-workers. “Here, I’ll walk you through it, okay?” “Fine! Just make this stop…!” “Can I?” “Can I…!” “Go to?” “G-go toOOooo…” “The bathroom?” “b-b-b-bath—baaathhhhroooOoooOomm!?” Even Miss Guinea had to wince in secondhand embarrassment and pain. Holding her mug, she walks over and pets Sasha on the head. “Come on, then. Give me your tail and let’s go. You too, Felix, really can’t leave you girls alone.” “Yes, Miss Guinea! Ooh!” Felix wags her fluffy pajama tail, excited waving her hand. “Can I have some of your coffee!? Can I? Please, I’m sleepy, like you, Teacher Guinea!” Guinevere snickers some more. Hard to believe the girl only came into her hands a season ago, still clinging to her mother. Now she’s clinging onto her, and she can’t say she hates it. “Kehaha, sure, dear. Now hurry up, else I’m making you clean up after Sasha.” Giving the mug to Felix, Miss Guinea grabs her flashlight and escorts the two girls out the class and into the hallways. She peeks around the corners, making sure there are no ne’er-do-wells prowling the halls. She never really like being in the night-shift. It may feed her coffee addiction (took LOTS of arguing on her behalf to authorize that coffee machine in her classroom), but it doesn’t make her feel any safer in this institute, especially once they turn off the lights . She’s on a high floor, away from the other night classes. It’s eerie, the blustering winter winds contribute in making the building feel more and more haunted. She can’t help but let her mind wander, think about the students slumbering in their dorms, the ones being tested, prodded, and experimented on, the ones out there in the field, facing horrid monsters in this winter weather. And here she is, afraid of her own workpl--! “Move, Guinea! Go!” shouts Sasha, pushing her teacher on her behind! “Yip! Sorry!” Felix pouts. “Hey, no bullying Miss Guinea!” she demands. “I won’t have to if she would keep to her word and mooOOOoove!” “Sasha, no running! Or pushing!” The trio gets moving. Sasha can feel a couple more drops beginning to graze her briefs as she darts through the halls. The cold, unheated hallways would normally be refreshing to the girl, but at the moment they are only sapping her strength, making it harder and harder for her thighs to do all the legwork in keeping her from spilling over. She’s kind of afraid to check her stats, see exactly how full she is at the moment. She at least knows that the Serpha inside her can give her keen knowledge in all her conditions and ailments, see the data. But what would be a benefit will only be an additional mental anguish on an overwhelming physical pain. Sasha picks up her speed, the flopping of her school thigh-highs echoing through the hallways. She’s dragging Miss Guinea behind, still gripping onto her tail with all her (lack of) might. Felix trails behind, constantly taking sips of Miss Guinea’s coffee in between keeping lock-n’-step of her compatriots. “Sasha!” cries her teacher, really glad she didn’t hold onto her coffee. “What!?” “You’ve missed the bathroom, it's behind there!” Whoops. Sasha comes to a skirting stop, reversing her steps ‘til she arrives back to where the chestnut door of the bathroom is. Not her fault all the doors of the school look the same, or how it's night, so she can’t see the signs. “Yay! We made it,” cheers Felix. “Yeah, woo!” Sasha halfheartedly cheers along. “Open the door already, Guinea, I’m gonna burst!” “R-r-right.” As Guinevere goes to grab the door, the trio begin to here footsteps. A constant click, click, click echo around the corner of the hallway perpendicular of the one they are in. The trio freezes. Who could be here, at this time? Out comes a lanky woman, one with gray hair. She looks aged, not quite like wine, not quite like a bread. Her plaid jacket and skirt only makes her look older and more intimidating, it being the kind of plaid you wear when you wish to torture the eyes of another. Her stern demeanor pierces through the night, locking dead-on with poor Guinevere. “Miss Guinea, what exactly are you doing out at this time?” interrogates the cross disciplinarian. “S-sorry, Mrs. Einsfields!” cries the scared teacher. She can’t help but cower in the face of her boss, the principal of the institute. “I-I was just--” “You know that it isn’t the time to be letting the students out. Just because there’s a damn blizzard out there, doesn’t mean you can let them be hooligans!” “S-s-sorry! I was just letting them go to the bathroom, I swear!” “You of all people should know we have procedures on how and WHEN we let students out of the class. Did you even let anyone know, who authorize you to leave class?!” “I thought that no one would answer, it's late and I thought everyone have left, especially before the blizzard came.” “Well you thought wrong. Now shoo!” “Hang on, we have--” “Shoo, go back to your class and actually follow procedure, Miss Guinea!” The hostile tone immediately silences Guinevere. The will to argue have left as she begins to robotically and silently take back her students back to class. “No!” cries Sasha, not going to be denied her relief. She pulls her tail out of her teacher’s grip, turning to the headmistress in anger. “I’m going to the bathroom! I can’t hold it!” The headmistress stares down towards the little runt, challenging her authority. “Oh, I know you. I can still feel your teeth marks on my legs. I see how Miss Guinea was threatened into disobeying procedure now.” “Shut it! Moving!” The headmistress blocks the door. “Oh, you can hold it ‘til your teacher preforms the proper procedure!” “But I can’t!” “I beg to differ.” With two fingers, Moldra Einsfield taps Sasha’s forehead. The daemon takes a step back as a screen shows up in between the two. <Name: Sasha X> <Ancestry: Nightkin> ... Rolling her eyes and using the same two fingers, Moldra slides through a few additional screen, taking little care in invading Sasha’s private info. <Needs> … <Current Bladder: 83%> ... “...You are fine, you can hold it ‘til Guinevere does what she has been told. Now go, Sasha,” demands the headmistress. Sasha can’t help but feel violated in many respects. Her privacy, her personal space, her pride, her authority, her agency. She feels angry, she knows the headmistress is doing this out of some sick sense of revenge. Whatever fear she was feeling in front of the headmistress, it is quickly replaced with a well-brewed rage. “Aaaarrggghhh!” Sasha charges headfirst, catching Mrs. Einsfield off-guard! She slams straight into the headmistress, knocking her into the door and the wind out the both of them! The both hit the floor, dazed and confused! Guinevere and Felix can only watch in shock at the scene, not believing the assault that is happening. Sasha’s youthful vigor and pain on her bladder gets her back up standing first. She pushes Moldra aside with her feet as she ties her tail around the handle of the door. She flings it open, charging into the bathroom, managing to slam her tail straight in between the crack! “AHHHHHHH!” she cries! The pain makes her let loose a great spill straight into her briefs, pushing its limits in a second! Urine starts to flow straight down her plush thighs as she tries to free her tail! “COUGH COUGH, GASP!!” Moldra coughs and wheezes, catching her breath. “Sasha!” she shouts hoarsely, still on her knees. “Sasha!! You get out here, you—cough cough, hrk!--cretin!” “No! No! NO!” Sasha doesn’t know if she’s denying the headmistress’ orders or her loosening control. She squeezes her tail through the crack, sore and inflamed with pain. She doesn’t have the time to care for her tail, she needs to go! Finding an open stall, she has to fight her own glee if she doesn’t want to lose control on the spot! But as she shoulder bash her way in, she comes to an unfortunate realization: she’s still straitjacketed! She can’t slide out of her clothes! This was a battle she already lost the moment Miss Guinea gave up and tried to take her back! If she listened to the headmistress, it would have sucked, it would have hurt, but she could have probably hold it! Now she made an ass of herself in so many ways! But if she did listened, she wouldn’t have gotten to headbutt her! Plus, it’s their fault for making arbitrary rules in regards to where she can and can’t pee! And it’s not over yet! Her clothes would be ruined, but no one can say she peed anywhere else but where they ordered her too! Plus she never liked the black skirt anyway! Sasha tries to open the toilet seat, but the slick porcelain and her raw tail refuses to cooperate! It’s not over yet! “Sasha! Get out of there!” Moldra continues to scream, she has to be back on her feet and ready to scream and charge in at any moment! Not yet! Without much choice, Sasha rides on the top of the seat! Not...yet…!! Sasha, backed to a corner, had no choice! She releases! “—GASP! Agguuuuuuggghhhh~!” Sasha’s holy water flows from her hole and onto the top of the seat! It flows all over the lid, much like an overflowing cup of coffee. It drips onto the tiled floor, ruining the clean shine that each tile was giving off. The hot fluids clash with the cold seat, providing Sasha some discomfort from the mismatched sensations, but dammit, nothing is ruining this! If this attracts monsters, so what, this is a school of heavily-armed and trained adventurers! If she has to clean up her “mess”, so what, its hers anyway! If she’s punished, so what, not like they are gonna kill their vessel of their precious Serpha! The feeling of being pushed to the brink and having scrounge out a W, this is what she’s missed so much~! The raw feeling of doing what your insides, what your “gut” as the mortals call it, what she can call it, tell you to do, with no care to rules or orders~! This is freedom! This is purity! This is happiness! “Riiyaaaauughhh…!” she moans, being in pure glee. Her skirt droops heavily, over-saturated with fluids. Her white thigh-highs are covered in yellow streaks, streaks that are continuing to grow by the second. She’s glad she wasn’t wearing shoes, as they will probably be flooded at this point. The bottom of her hated straitjacket is flushed with urine, a fate it well deserves, in her mind. “Uoooaggghh…” she moans one more time. The pain within and without her has subsided, or at least numbed by her relief. She has a dopey smile and glazed eyes, one she feels is well-earned. The crimson that has overloaded them disappeared, turning back to their natural black, even being tinged in a bit of blue, out of joy for her deeds. A great chunk of her knows that she’s done just about everything wrong, but the part of her that is unbelievably happy at such a thing is...small, but EXTREMELY vocal. Her spiky ears wibble in joy, her inflamed tail flocks about, her feet splash in her excretions. She doesn’t even mind that just about everyone witnessed her, having never locked the doors to either the bathroom or stall. As soon as the moans and sounds of rushing waters stop, only a deafening silence remains. Guinevere is terrified for her job, Moldra is ready to explode, Felix has a look of disgust, and Sasha… Sasha doesn’t care. She has a sly smirk, one quite smug at getting the one-up against her captors. She wonders if the Dark Goddess, her mother would be proud at her defiance of the mortals, using their own asinine rules, systems, and conditions against them. Somewhere, she has to be laughing… ...Though the smiles don’t last long as Mrs. Einsfield holds her by her ear, dragging her through her own puddles. “Go,” she says in a tone that could put fear into all four of the goddesses watching them. “A-are you--,” stutters Guinea. “I’ve. Said. Go.” Without any additional words, Guinea carries Felix’s hefty self and evacuates from the storm a-brewing within the bathroom. Moldra continues to drag Sasha, who's starting to understand the sheer power of the old ex-adventurer. The ire-filled Einsfield digs two of her bony fingers straight into the demon’s forehead, bringing back up her sheet. She squints in disgust, watching the alarms the institute installed within her blare, watching the number at one specific statistic on her rise, watching the girl shift her expressions from smug pride to a childish terror. <Accident!! Accident!!> <Sasha X has had an Accident!> <Current Total: 5!> <Accident!! Accident!!> Moldra drags the girl throughout the hallways, silently simmering in her wrath at first, before breaking the quiet halls with “You do know what this means, correct?” “W—what?! K-k-kill me? Do you w-w-w-worst!” “Oh, no… I have something more… suitable than that.” The blizzard outside howls louder as Moldra looks at one more stat: Sasha’s hip size.

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So I was pretty happy with my first attempt at a story on the forums, but next I wanted to write something a bit more grounded, with fewer central characters and a little more pace to it. This story will contain sexual content (nothing extreme, violent or overly explicit, though, as per the guidelines), a good deal of messing and a (hopefully) realistic amount of swearing- I know that plenty in the community aren't into one or all of those things, so feel free to skip this story if it's not your cup of tea. As it's about young people in the UK, themes like alcohol will feature and other mature topics like drugs may be explored, but I will leave a warning at the top of each chapter if it contains any content that I believe some people would rather not read about. I've never written anything like this before so I hope you all enjoy. P.S: It's really important to me that all of my stories handle themes like gender identity and sexuality in a mature and respectful way. If you have any issues with the way my writing portrays any of these topics, I'd really appreciate it if you let me know so I can educate myself and get better! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A heavy thud on an alley floor. A high-pitched shriek that cut through the murmur of the crowd. Scarlet and indigo, flashing alternately in dim light. Becca knew it was a strike from the moment the heavy ball left her hand. She'd pulled off one of those rare bowls that didn't swerve, didn't roll, just glided down the smooth alley like a cannonball and sent all ten pins flying with a satisfying rattle. Playing it cool, she turned as soon as the pins toppled and strutted back to her seat. The other player in the game, who also happened to be her closest friend, looked less than impressed. "You're so lucky," Hannah insisted for the fourth time that evening. "All skill, baby," Becca smirked, draining the bottom of her cocktail glass, "there's no such thing as luck in this game". This, of course, was untrue; both of them knew that Becca had hit at least a couple of lucky shots, but she wasn't about to confess. "Oh, and you being three drinks deep probably isn't helping," she added. "That's bollocks!" Hannah protested, "If anything, alcohol makes my aim better". The shorter girl rose from her seat to take her next turn, scouring the rack for one of the lighter balls. "In that case, I'd hate to see you bowl sober". "You have seen me bowl sober," Hannah reminded her, "and I sucked even harder". Becca let that point slide, caught up in other thoughts. Perhaps it was the booze, but she couldn't help taking in the view as her friend selected a ball. Hannah hadn't bowled a single strike yet, and several of her shots had gone straight into the gutter, but she still refused to settle for anything less than the perfect instrument. Still seated, Becca was treated to the perfect eyeline to admire what she saw, and it would have surely been rude to pass up such an opportunity. Hannah had squeezed into her tight black jeans for the occasion, showing off a figure to be proud of for any pair of eyes that might wander down there. Becca had always loved those black jeans, but she doubted very much that Hannah expected Becca's eyes to be among those enjoying them. Much to Becca's growing frustration, her friend was- at least so long as she could tell- totally straight. Hannah finally identified the ball she was after, a small blue globe with tight holes that were a perfect fit for her slender fingers. She turned to Becca and, with the kind of unjustified confidence that only a tipsy person playing a game they were terrible at could exude, told her to "watch and learn". It was blatantly clear that Hannah was as shocked as anyone when, after a half-stumble in the run-up, the ball caught perfectly and took down every pin in a mirror image of Becca's earlier strike. With a disbelieving squeal, she span on one heel towards the seats, both arms raised in triumph. "Holy shit," Becca laughed, getting to her feet in mock applause, "now that was lucky". "Maybe, but I don't care! I actually got a strike!" Hannah pulled her in for a tight hug, overwhelmed by drunken joy. Without really thinking, she kissed Becca hard on the lips- a platonic kiss, fun but not passionate, fuelled by sheer adrenaline. When she broke away, both girls were grinning, riding the high of Hannah's unexpected success. The pair may have only had three drinks each, but they'd been strong enough to propel them into what Hannah called the 'hugging phase"- not to mention quickly fill up both bladders, as was inevitable on any night out. Both ladies had plenty of experience in that department- when Becca had to pee, as she had to pee now, she could go from fine to desperate in a matter of minutes, and Hannah wasn't much better. "Calm down, mate," Becca said with a laugh, "you're still getting thrashed". "A strike is a strike, I can die happy now". "That may be true, but I've got the last go coming up, so even if you were a teeny tiny bit close to my score I'd still be about to kick your arse," Becca pointed out, stepping up to take her final shot as her friend finished her last cocktail. It swerved at the last moment and ended up in the gutter, but Becca couldn't care less. Although she would rather die than show it, the kiss was the only thing on her mind while the final scores were announced. That and going for a wee soon, she thought. Her body had rapidly stepped up efforts to persuade her to empty her bloated bladder. "Where to next?" "It's..." Hannah checked her phone quickly, "just gone eight now. We can head to one of the bars, I can pick up some hot guys..." she said with a wink. Becca rolled her eyes lovingly. "Yeah, you really are a magnet for the, um, hot guys". "Oi, shut up," Hannah giggled, "and don't worry. I'm sure there'll be plenty of hot girls for you too". "Alright, you can pick the club," Becca conceded, "but I'm going to the toilet before we leave, I'm busting for a wee". Hannah burped softly. "Alright, I'll meet you right outside". She also had to use the loo, but didn't fancy the long walk across the building and resolved to hold it until they reached the club. Becca made her way down the rows of alleys towards the bathrooms, which she remembered from nights out of the past. They weren't kept in the best condition, and always smelt strongly of toilet cleaner to her, but they were infinitely more attractive to her than the prospect of waiting another ten minutes. Feeling the alcohol more clearly now she had been walking, the young woman slipped into a stall, unbuttoned her jeans and sat down. A thick stream started up almost instantly, blessing her with relief from the ache of her bladder, but Becca quickly lost focus on the wee. Inspecting the lacy black underwear, her suspicions were confirmed- they were damp, but not with urine. Whether the alcohol was culpable or not, her stolen glances at Hannah's curves and the subsequent kiss had had more of an effect than she'd realised at the time. When Becca went to gently wipe after finishing her wee, an unexpectedly sensitive response to the paper touch made her shiver. She dropped the single sheet into the yellow-tinged water. Before pulling up her panties, though, she slipped a thin wad of toilet roll inside to protect them from any further damage. Hannah was waiting in the cold southern English air outside the bowling alley. "How are you feeling?" she asked as they began to head along the street towards the nightlife side of town. "A bit drunk," said Becca shortly, "but at least I don't need a wee anymore". "That's the best way to be, Bex," Hannah grinned. 'Bex' was her affectionate nickname for Becca, and to this day was a name that absolutely nobody else called her by. "My mum used to say that a night out you remember isn't a night out worth remembering". "Your mum is full of shit," Becca snorted. "I couldn't agree more, babe," Hannah said, "but I love her". "I love her too. Now, let's go and get smashed, yeah?" Hannah put her arm around Becca as they walked. In the stiff October evening air, her warmth was wonderful. After several minutes of walking and chatting tipsily, Becca noticed a troubled look on her friend's face. Hannah had started walking more slowly, and had a hand resting flat on her stomach. It didn't take a detective to work out what the problem was. "You alright, Han?" asked Becca kindly. Alcohol always made it easy for her to slip into protective mode every time another girl needed help. "Yeah, I'm fine. I regret not having a wee at the bowling alley though, those drinks have gone right through me". "Gin always goes right through you, mate. I should have dragged you into that loo with me. Oh well," she said reassuringly, "it's lucky that we're only around the corner now". But when they turned onto the street where the Revolution stood, the friends were met with a dismaying sight. The queue for the club stretched for a dozen metres, which could be at least a ten minute wait. "Can you hold it, babe?" Becca asked sympathetically. Hannah thought about it for a few seconds, then shook her head, slurring her words slightly as she replied. "Doubt it. Might need to visit that alleyway". They crossed the empty road, but rather than turning right towards the club, the pair headed left and ducked into a narrow side-alley. Hannah and Becca were no strangers to this particular pathway- it was a frequent spot for drunk students too desperate to make it to the nearest real bathroom, and both girls had been rescued from many an accident by it on nights out of the past. On this particular occasion, the alley was empty, and Becca stood watch while her friend squatted and pissed a powerful jet onto the concrete. "Look out below!" Hannah giggled as she urinated. In her tipsy state, Becca took a few seconds to decipher the comment- but when she looked down she gasped and leaped out of the way moments before her friend's strong-smelling wee hit her fancy shoes. "I hate you," Becca grumbled as Hannah finished up. Without anything to wipe herself, the girl simply shook her hips until she was relatively dry before covering herself back up. "But you love me, really," Hannah smiled, giving her friend a quick kiss on the cheek as thanks (or perhaps apologies). "Ooh, that feels so much better". "I'm not surprised, you just peed more or less an entire lake", Becca said, grudgingly impressed. "Right, where were we?" her friend said as they slipped out of the newly-watered alley and back onto the main street. "Oh, that's right: fit guys for me, hot chicks for you, a lot of booze for everyone. This is going to get very interesting".

What is proof-reading? What is grammer? Hopefully It's not too bad! Just a short prompt I thought up for a character, I kinda wanted a new story to work on that could get right into the stuff that people really like to read... I'd still try to keep up the same writing style though. Introduction H-hello... My name is Kairi, and I'm... I'm pretty gross! I'm 23 years old, and I like sewing and crafts, but I also like some weird things... It's humiliating... but I like to be humiliated, ironic right? For some reason I just get really excited when people look at me with shame... It's even more disgusting because my favorite way of achieving this is having "accidents". I like to... relieve myself... almost exclusively in public! The thrill I get from it is... unmatched by anything! I remember in elementary school I got pulled into a lot of parent teacher conferences, for doing similar things. I would pee myself in the bathroom at school, standing in the middle of the floor. One time I got caught being, really bold and stood at the door to the bathroom and completely soaked my skirt. That's when some students had saw me, I had never actually been caught and this time, writing it off as an accident... didn't really convince anybody... My mom actually considered buying diapers for me, and when I heard that I was so excited, I had to stop myself from smiling. There was a lot of consideration, I actually wet my bed on purpose about a week after that. I even moved the sheets over just to make it obvious to what I had done. She scolded my so harshly it actually scared me so much that I stopped doing it. In the end sadly enough she never had to... since my "condition" cleared up. I guess I'm writing this because recently I... got a girlfriend! I wasn't even sure if I was really like that up until now. I mean I guess I did like girls that way, but to have this happen it's pretty new to me but I think it's amazing! To be honest, we had a really embarrassing start... When I moved out for the first time for college, I was alone at first for a few months since my roommate had came later in the semester. This gave me freedom I never knew. Once again my humiliation play found itself into my daily life. It was amazing, I could do pretty much anything that my twisted mind could imagine in that room. Well... one day later in the semester, I never stopped my playtime, even when my roommate arrived, So when she was out for the weekend, I took full advantage of that privacy... I was wearing a diaper from the pack I ordered discreetly to my address, and school girl uniform I made by hand. I had planned to masturbate in front of my window so I could imagine all the imaginary stares, as I completely filled my padding with everything my body had. Suddenly This girl I didn't know walked right through my door. There was a decently awkward pause... All I could say was sorry and I ran into the bathroom, and hid there for like 3 hours! Oddly enough it was actually a major turn on, but then later I realized she was in my class... and I began to panic. I'd never really had to confront someone that had seen me do something so gross. I've always done it to people outside of my social groups, but now someone here knew! What made it worse is I overslept the next morning, and when I went into the class all the seats were taken... except for the one next to her. I almost left the class before the professor rushed me. So here I was sitting next to her, it was so horrible! I couldn't move, the anxiety got to me eventually, and I started to tear up. I couldn't speak either but I tried to write her a apologizing note, but my hands were shaking too much. Once class was over she didn't move, but just as I was moving she grabbed me by the arm. I end up apologizing, as I started to sob again. I'll never forget what she said to me! "Come to my dorm dressed like you were yesterday, 224B second floor. If you don't I'll tell the class what you were doin." Her grip tightened, just as she let me go. I was so scared, I just nodded and walked away shaking. That night I did as she said, I made up an excuse for my roommate, and took a back pack with my stuff to the public restroom and changed there. the whole time i was shaking so bad I could barely put the tapes on the diaper i was wearing. I hurriedly left, with an awkward jog/ waddle to the other dorm building. Thankfully it was late enough that not many students were out. I was so scared I tripped and scrapped my knee, but I didn't have time to care. I couldn't have this happen... the whole thing was so ironic. I was trying to save myself from what I ultimately wanted. I guess I just never realized how scary true shame and humiliation could be. I could only think of how my school life would be ruined. I eventually found my self at the door labeled 224B after climbing up the stairs awkwardly. I had to knocked on the door with my shaking hand. I stood waiting, my knee stung with pain. Soon I could hear someone walking to the door, and the lock being turned. I stood red faced and shaking as the girl from my class stood with the door open. "Holy shit, come inside! She took my arm pulling me in." She closed the door, locking it behind us. "Wow, okay I didn't think you'd actually come over-" She must have noticed my shaking. "Hey, calm down okay? I'm not gonna tell anyone, anything okay?" She put her hand on my shoulder. "Seriously please calm down!" I tried doing as she said as I fell to my knees in relief. She brought over some tea shortly before, explaining her intentions. "Hey, honestly... you just looked really fucking cute yesterday..." I was shocked and embarrassed to hear that... someone finding me doing something so gross cute? She continued "I mean, I always kinda fancied, girls n' stuff. but was into some kinky stuff hehe..." She sheepishly laughed, scratching her head... "Could ya like talk to me? This isn't easy y'know, it's kinda embarrassin' too!" I spoke up "u-um I'm sorry again, I didn't think that something like that would happen... I'm sorry!" Looking up at her as she sat on her bed, she was pretty tall, but it might have just been me on my knees. She spoke again as she did pretty frankly. "Hey it's okay, it wasn't all that bad, but you were like... totally masturbating right? You like it when people watch huh?" I turned beat read I stayed silent, as I covered my face. I mumbled as I couldn't find the words to explain myself. "I'm just sorry, okay?" I couldn't really bring myself to face what had happened. Maybe if it was just normal masturbation I probably could have just gotten off with an embarrassed whoops... If I only I was normal. "You don't gotta apologize...", I could feel the empathy in her voice as she confided with my shameful desires. "You can't help it, you like what you like don't you?" I began to retract my hands that covered the few tears that welled in my eyes. "So this is what turns you on huh?" She flipped my skirt up with her foot, exposing the diaper I wore under the handmade skirt. I Tried to hastily cover myself but she quickly plopped down in front of me. "W-whoa, did you fall on your way here?" She pulled my scrapped knee up comically almost causing me to fall back on my back. "Y-yeah I was in a hurry... I was scared." She kinda got a sullen serious expression, "s-sorry, didn't mean for you to... end up like that..." She avoided eye contact, she seemed like one those people that have a hard time apologizing. It did feel somewhat genuine, especially since she even got up to get some peroxide and some band aids. I didn't think the wound was all that bad, but I guess she felt responsible, so I went with it. I might have taken it a bit far... I did get a whole meal out of her... I mean it was kinda her fault for making me run all they way over here like that... Also she should have knocked!!! Anyway some things happened and I spent the night at her dorm. She insisted I stayed over, since I feared going all the way back to my own... It was her idea, but she figured we should have some drinks together, because she wanted to get to know me. It was pretty awkward at first with just the tv on. It wasn't long before she started hitting me with some more intimate questions "So your into exhibition? or just like the humiliation?" She asked grinning. I was still embarrassed but the beer lightened my tongue. "uh, I mean I guess both. I just get... you know, kinda excited when people look at me like that..." I felt weird saying it but It also felt relaxing to be able to tell someone else something I've kept so dear to myself. "Hey, I'm sorry I actually... don't know who you are? What's your name?" I asked curiously. She thought for a minute. before responding "oh I guess I only know your dorm mate... I'm a friend of hers. My name's Misao, you can just call me Misao" she grinned as she leaned closer over the table. "I think ya can call me that, seein' how close we've gotten~" She hiccuped, drunkenly. I laughed snorting, as I choked on my beer. "Ah, okay then Misao, I'm Kairi!" It really was just crazy how quickly we became friends over such a insane event. Although I felt some strange excitement in the events currently unfolding.

So out of all the woman in the MCU who do you think would be the most interesting to see really need to pee/ poop For me ,it's definitely Brie Larson because she seems to be very well composed so seeing her really desperate would be interesting. As well as she likes to wear lots of dresses so you could see her cross her legs a lot. Who do you guys choose ? Can be based on anything. bonus: which character do you think gets desperate the most ? Also,which woman's suit would be the hottest to seen messed / peed

April was driving at high speed on the small country road. She had spent the afternoon at her friend Marie's house, who was celebrating her birthday. Now she was on her way home. But she was feeling increasingly uncomfortable: her intestines were growling and she needed to go to the toilet as soon as possible. She hadn't really felt like going to her friend's house, but soon after leaving she felt the need. She was wearing tight denim overalls that pressed her stomach, which didn't make it easier for her to concentrate on the road. She threw her long brown hair back and squinted her eyes while biting her lips. Shit was now pressing hard on her bum, and she hadn't had a bowel movement for several days. She bit her lower lip harder and squeezed her buttocks. There had to be at least 30 minutes before she got home. Just a few hours earlier, it would have seemed imaginable to her, a 21-year-old woman, to need it that badly. However, she was not yet afraid not to make it, she thought she could hold out for a long time. After 15 minutes she really started to worry. A log was beginning to push very hard on her sphincters, trying to force his way out. She looked to the side of the road to see if there was a place where she could relieve herself, but this residential area did not leave her any possibility. Fortunately, the seat and her tight overalls helped her to physically hold the shit in, at least for the moment; but she was concentrating on the road to try to get there as quickly as possible. She was now five minutes away from home. She had had to put a hand under her buttocks to block the mass trying to get out of her aching intestines. It wasn't even diarrhoea, it was just that her body had reached its limits and was looking for a way to let it all out. She was sweating profusely, but was determined to sit tight and hold it all the way through. She finally arrived in front of her house. She hurriedly parked across her driveway and opened the car door feverishly. But she was afraid to lose everything in her pink panties if she got up. She pressed her left hand firmly against her buttocks and stood up slowly. She locked her car and walked carefully towards the door of her house. If only she could hold on for one more minute, she could reach the bowl and release everything instead of having a major accident. She reached her door, and fortunately she was able to unlock it easily; she almost cried in pain, but all she had to do was run upstairs. Without even taking off her coat, she ran up the stairs as fast as she could, but she could feel that the shit was starting to come out, a big turd had forced its way through and was slightly touching the fabric of her pink panties. April knew it was now only a matter of seconds, but didn't give up, she opened her bathroom door wide and sat down on the toilet in a hurry. She wanted to pull her pants down, but she remembered with horror that she was wearing overalls under her coat and sweater. There was now no way she could make it, she tried desperately to open the zipper of her coat with one hand and hold her ass with the other, but her body had decided otherwise, she began to shit uncontrollably, poo forming a bump in her panties and tight overalls. Her clothing held her so tightly that it totally moulded the mass that was now coming out of her, unable to hold anything. First there was a bump the size of a golf ball, then a clementine. She couldn't clench her butt anymore, and the bump soon grew to the size of an orange. As her overalls were tight, the shit then spread down each buttock and up her lower back. She was finished. She felt deeply humiliated, she who had never had an accident, but also really relieved to be free of this load. She sighed and again began to lower her overalls, this time more calmly, to drop the big mass into the toilet water.

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Hey guys, so I created a new post for my story as I wanted to update the tags and give it a better title now that I know what I'm doing with it. Here's the link to the first two parts of the story which you should definitely read before this one! Enjoy Bach in present time Riley was still struggling. She still had to fart and they were still around 30 mins away. Riley could usually sneak off and fart, but not in a freaking car. Her stomach loudly gurgled as she held back another and she began to worry that her parents were able to hear the situation their daughter in the backseat was going through. Then a miracle happened: “Honey, can we stop at that rest stop?” Riley’s mom asked. “We’re only 30 minutes away, can’t it wait?” her dad replied. “Honey please” she answered, with a bit of tenseness in the\ir voice.“Okay okay, I’ll stop” her dad replied quickly changing lanes and pulling off an exit that said “Last Rest Stop 30 miles” Riley looked over at her mom who was tightly gripping the armrest with one hand and rubbing her stomach with the other. Her face seemed pretty calm and collected however. Riley’s mom was in her early 40s but easily looked like she could be in her early 30s. She was around 5”5, pretty average weight, but with a great butt and hips, she had jet black hair that went down to her butt and had a slightly tan face and body. She often wore sunglasses and yoga pants. Riley had never really noticed her mom’s bathroom habits, she had her own bathroom why would she ever run into her mom in the bathroom. Based on vacations though she could say confidently that her mom was a morning pooper, one of those people that wake right up and go to drop the load off. She had never really seen her mom use the public bathroom, similar to herself. The only time she could remember her mom pooping in public was a few years ago, they had woken up late for their flight while in Florida. They had to rush out of the hotel without so much as a visit to the bathroom. Riley and her dad both clearly needed a piss, but her mom seemed different. She looked very tense and was standing very straight. She was gripping her tights very hard. As they went down the elevator, the three of them all needing a toilet, Riley smelled an awful smell. Riley instantly assumed it was her dad, I mean dads are never shy about letting one rip. “Damn Maria!” her dad exclaimed. She glanced over to see her mom red in the face and her dad laughing while plugging his nose. She realized it was her mom who had cut the cheese. “Sorry guys, I tried slipping it out before we got in the elevator but it followed me in.” her mom said, explaining herself. When the doors opened her mom said “I’m gonna visit the lobby bathroom for a moment.” her mom said making her way towards the bathrooms. “Honey you can’t” her dad replied back. “The room was under your name so you have to check us out.” Her mom danced in place, glancing back at the bathrooms that were so close to saving her. “O-okay” she weakly replied. Riley watched her parents check out and took this time to have her morning pee. She was uncomfortable but not desperate, but she did not want to have to hold it all the way to the plane. She went to the lobby bathroom which was very clean and fancy looking. She walked into a stall and quickly pulled down her sweatpants she always wore while on plane rides and sat down. She immediately started peeing a hard stream. She sighed as relief overcame her, relief from the pee and relief she would now not be desperate at the airport. She felt bad for her mom but figured herself being desperate to pee while her mom needed a poop wouldn’t help anything. She finished up and flushed and walked out. Riley would never admit it to anyone but she only washed her hands if it was a poo or people were in the bathroom. As Riley entered the lobby she heard a door close behind her, it was her dad coming out of the men’s room. She looked over to the counter to see her mom still standing there, stiff as a board, butt clenched, as the manager typed away on the computer. “Don’t worry Riley, your mom is a pro at holding this stuff, plus no use in all three of us suffering right,” he said smiling at her, though with a tad bit of concern on her face. They walked over to her, she glared at them and said “You both went?! Come on I gotta go too.” she said in a tone mixed with anger and disappointment. Riley felt bad for her mother, she truly did. But her dad was right, no use in all three of them suffering. Her dad simply wrapped his arm around her and said “Don’t worry, you’ll be at the airport and in that plane bathroom in no time.” “Oh no, no no no. I need to use it before we get on” she said, shaking her leg up and down. “We’ll miss our flight dear, you’ll be okay.” he said trying to sooth her. “Easy for her to say, you got to go.” she said straining a bit. The thought of her daughter and husband both getting relief, both getting all that pent up liquid out of them. It made her squirm. Not to mention the load knocking on her back door. Maria couldn’t remember the last time she skipped her morning poop, she always made sure she had enough time to go. She was usually bursting to go when she woke up anyways. Being forced to hold this long was torture, let alone all the way until she got on the plane. They finished checking out and walked out to wait for the shuttle, her mom wanted to try to sneak off to the bathroom but as soon as they got out there the shuttle pulled up. “Perfect timing!” her dad said happily. They got onto the shuttle and started the drive to the airport. It was just the three of them on board which meant her mom was free to hold without judgement. She immediately jammed her hand into her crotch. “Oh my god, I gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.” she said squirming in her seat. While she was doing this Riley suddenly heard a sound that literally sounded like a duck, but she knew what it was. She had never really heard her mom fart, her mom was your typical mom, don't usually fart in front of anybody besides their husband. Her mom looked at her husband and said “John, I gotta poop so bad. You know I need my morning poop” she said jiggling in her seat. “I know, just think you’ll have relief soon.” he said trying to soothe his wife, he did feel a bit guilty that he got to pee earlier. It was only a ten minute ride to the about but for Riley’s mom it felt like an eternity. She kept passing gas every few minutes, some quiet, some loud enough for her husband and Riley to hear. One was so loud that she swore even the bus driver could hear it. She couldn’t lie, a bit of urine leaked into her panties when she ripped that fart. She jammed her hand harder into her crotch. It smelled awful, but Riley and her dad tried not to comment on it because they knew she was struggling. Finally they pulled up to the airport, when her mom stood up a spurt of pee shot out, making her panties a tad bit more damp before she regained control. She was also prairie-dogging her turd which had left a small streak in her underwear. She ripped one more fart, this one a juicy sound fart that was bassy sounding, before they left the bus. They walked in and got to TSA. Luckily Riley’s family traveled often and learned to pack light so they didn’t need to wait to check any bags. While they took off their belts and put their items in the bin, her mom continued to do a little bobbing up and down dance. When her mom had to go through the scanner she was required to spread her legs and put her arms up, this caused another spurt to come shooting out again. They put their stuff back on and went rushing towards the gate. “Please honey, please tell me we have time for a bathroom break.” Her mom said running with one hand jammed in her crotch and with a flushed face. “I’m sorry sweetheart, the plane is boarding already.” They got to their gate just as a voice came booming over the intercom “Last call for flight 2309A to Cleveland.” They quickly gave their attendant their tickets and walked onto the plane. “Oh my god, oh my god” she kept whispering over and over again. They got to their seats and luckily for her mom, they were right next to the bathroom. She considered asking the flight attendant if she could use it real quick, but she’s flown enough to know they couldn’t during takeoff and would have to wait until they’ve gotten high enough. The seating order went: Riley’s dad at the end, Riley in the middle and her mom with the aisle seat. As the plane taxied and began preparing for takeoff her mom couldn't stop squirming. “I can make it, I can make it” she kept saying over and over again. As the plane started picking up speed she heard her mom rip a squeaky sounding fart that was very high pitch. She blushed as the woman in the aisle seat next to her looked over then quickly looked away as to try and not embarrass her, but Riley’s mom knew she heard. The plane took off and went higher and higher into the air. The whole time Riley’s mom was squirming in her seat, trying to hold back a night’s worth of urine and shit. She ripped another fart, causing her to blush hard again as this one was wetter sounding and stinker. She had done a good job not leaking anymore, but the log was a little further down and had definitely caused a skid mark in her panties. Finally a ding went off on the plane and the seatbelt sign went off. Before they could even come over the intercom and announce that they were free to move about the cabin her mom ripped her seatbelt off and bolted into the bathroom. Inside she quickly locked the door and ripped down her yoga pants. The whole time all she could think was “Don’t let it come out, you’re so close.” She hit the toilet seat and a gush of urine came out. As the urine blasted the water her first log that had been peeking out immediately dropped into the toilet with a gigantic plop noise, the second log followed closely and a third one followed in session. She couldn’t help but loudly moan as the shit fell out of her and her pee came out. As her pee continued going she let out a squeaky sounding fart that echoed in the bowl, and a fourth much smaller log fell with a *plink* in the water. Finally after two minutes her pee began to die down. She was finally done, and she had never felt better in her life. She began wiping and flushed, washed her hands and opened the door. Waiting in line was the lady who was sitting across from her, who had heard her fart. Riley’s mom blushed and looked at her feet as she walked out and let her in. The bathroom smelled terrible and she had left a few skid marks in the toilet. She sat back in her seat and sighed. “Better?” her husband asked, smiling at her. “Much.” she replied back smiling and grabbing his hand.

Four days and nights Eva I road my bike along the sidewalks, a bag slung over my shoulder ready for a week long sleepover at lyra’s house. My bike skidded to a stop and I climbed off walking to the door It swung open to reveal the reveal, rhea waving politely. rhea was a nice person she always put her friends before herself but she never struck me as too confident lyra cleaning up slightly. She was the one who called the sleepover one full week of fun and lola leaning back in her chair. She wasn’t the most social but she always seemed to confident and sure of herself I was greeted by a small group of hi’s and hello’s as I set my bag down and started mingling After a few minutes Lyra approached “hey sorry its a little noisy today some workers are just finishing up today” lyra stated with a smile “Fine but this is my first time here is could you point me towards the bathroom?” It was getting on evening and We all were wondering where eris was right as the door cracked open and eris’s head stuck through with a blank expression her hair was damp with sweat. Rhea walked up and threw the door open eris was dressed in a simple blue skirt and white shorts that had a large wet stain around the crotch it was somewhat dry but there were still marks were it had run down her legs. It was clear that she had wet herself but rhea immediately went “Oh its really hot out right? You must have sweated enough to leave such a big mark” “No” eris replied with a monotone voice “I simply got lost and peed my self on the way here” she stated with no hint of emotion Eris had always seemed a bit off to me, it was pretty common for her to do things like this without a hint of embarrassment but this was the first time she had been this blunt about something as bad as pissing herself! “I’m going to go change” she claimed as she slid out of her shorts on the spot, we all just told her to change in the bathroom but not before she had given all of us a clear shot of her wet panties. We were all dressed for bed I was wearing a nice nightgown that was a little too small on me. Rhea was dressed in long flannel pants and a button up shirt Lola had a simple baggy top and shorts Lyra’s outfit was unseen under a mummy bag And eris had forsaken anything besides her normal underwear We talked for a while and after a little the conversation somehow drifted to wettings “Eva have you ever wet yourself?” Lyra asked “Not that I can remember!” I stated pretty confidently “What about you rhea?” Lyra continued “Umm well there was one time a few weeks ago” rhea said quietly while blushing “Eris I don’t even need to ask” lyra said with a quiet sigh “I could do it again now if you want?” Eris... offered? But we all swiftly denied her “Lola how about you?” Lyra asked “Only when I have a good reason too” lola replied followed by a yawn “I’m going to bed” lola continued as she laid down on her segment of the couch and most of us followed after I dreamt something was off on the horizon before getting trapped in a tornado I woke up and felt the need to go to the bathroom. I sat up and looked around the dim room Rhea lay asleep next to me but her face looked pained and her legs were clenched together but she was clearly asleep but the strangest thing is that she was talking under her breath “Den thélo na vréxo ton eaftó mou!” Sounded like gibberish to me But her face changed and her legs slackened I quickly grabbed my flashlight to see what was going on and as soon as I flipped it on I saw it In between rhea’s legs a wet patch was spreading across her pants, she was wetting the bed! I quickly stood up and looked around with my small flashlight and I noticed something ... rhea wasn’t the only wet one Lola had a massive wet splotch down the side of her shorts she was sleeping on. I tried to ignore my friends lack of control as I walked out of the bathroom only to see eris standing outside. “What are you doing up?” I asked confused “I needed to use the restroom.” Eris somehow said without the slightest hint of emotion “Needed?” I asked before thinking Eris turned around and showed a large brown bulge roughly the size of a baseball sticking out of the back of her blue panties I didn’t even ask at this point as eris didn’t even close the bathroom door or take off her panties before sitting down on the toilet As I laid back down next to rhea with her pants recently soaked through and lola’s less recently and I didn’t even want to think about eris who was walking back to her spot in the same pair of panties This was going to be awkward sleepover

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Hi! I drank some laxatives a few hours ago (I was constipated) and decided that I should have some fun with it, diaper up and try to hold it as long as I possibly can when they kick in! So I thought maybe someone here wants to do some roleplay to deny me going to the toilet until I mess myself? Can be through here or private message, just feel free! Maybe recreate some kind of situation where I don't have acces to a toilet would be hot! Just feel free to message me

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Hi! This is the first time I've actually posted anything on the Omo forums. I've been a part of the DIscord community for a while now, but I wanted to share this story in a more permanent place. I was fortunate enough to meet another ABDL mommy through Tinder about a year and a half ago and we hit it off right away. She was looking for a baby boy to completely regress and call her own, and I happily obliged. We've met several times in person and she is totally into (she gets aroused by it) me wetting and messing diapers. I met with her for the first time in 9 months yesterday, and I had a really fun experience I'd like to share! Enjoy! So my mommy, who I'll just refer to as mommy, has a suuuuper attractive (and very open-minded) sister-in-law (SIL) who was also there and the SIL knew about the situation. So my mommy and I are already super comfortable with wearing and using diapers since my mommy uses them too. It ended up being my mommy and her SIL in her room and I got to explain what my fetish was about right in front of them while holding a diaper in my hand that I was about to wear. Although it was kinda sexual for me, I didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, and I appreciated the SIL's words and she even asked questions about it! It made me so happy that I just felt like I had to share it here. I also ended up wetting and messing my diaper right in front of them and without me saying anything, I heard my mommy tell her SIL that I (verbatim) "went to the bathroom in my pants." Whew, what a rush. The SIL was super okay with it too! She went and got me a plastic bag to put the diaper in and comforted me after my mommy changed me. Mommy dressed me up in one of her onesies and let me use one of her pacis, so the SIL got to see me in full on regression mode and she was totally cool and even interested in it. This is a true story, and I am very very excited to share more of these as my relationship with my mommy gets stronger. It's also worth mentioning that the SIL knew 100% what was going on; I didn't do any of this in secret. The SIL had been actively asking about me coming over for a while (since my mommy told her about me with my permission) so I knew that she was actually excited about it and not just "okay" with it. A few minutes before I was about to leave, the SIL literally told me that she wanted to change me eventually and my mommy was okay with that too! I hope you all enjoyed hearing about this! Stay tuned for more!