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  1. Sketch Man

    Nanako's Diary vol. 1

    Version 1.0.0

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  2. I swear to god this was supposed to be a ripoff of that one Asuna story that had the terrible English that was posted a while back! But stuff happened in the writing process, and I ended up turning it into an entirely different story that had nothing to do with the work that inspired it. The prologue is a little short, but it's full of... action, so to speak. Not of the fetish variety, however - that'll start in chapter one. The general progression of fetish content will be betwetting -> daytime wetting -> diapers -> messing. Also, in case you missed the tag, Kirito is female in this and it's not set in the canon SAO world. The FemKirito is also going to have an original personality, but that'll just make her more interesting since normal Kirito is bland. Finally, and I shouldn't have to mention this on an anime site, but I will just in case: this scene will highlight the pressures of upper class Japanese society. It's gonna seem unfair and drastic by American standards, but trust me, this sort of stuff is relatively normal over there. Anyway, go ahead and read if none of that bothers you. Asuna’s Descent into Diaperhood Prologue: Fallout “Asuna. There’s a man I would like you to meet soon,” Yuuki Shouzou called out to his daughter from across the white clothed dinner table one chilly spring night. Even just from that, the youngest child of the Yuuki family already knew exactly what this would be about. The mere thought of it alone disgusted her to her very core, but she couldn’t make her inner revulsion or the reason for it known. So rather than showing her disdain, the chestnut-eyed girl kept her face perfectly neutral and pretended she was unaware of what he was trying to do. She looked up from her gold-painted porcelain plate of and made eye contact with him. She absently noted that he had yet to change out of his work suit and tie as she asked a simple, “Why?” His brown eyes widened at the question. It was clear that he hadn’t been expecting her to say anything other than an affirmative answer. But if he was doing what she knew he was doing, than she would sooner be disowned than to go along with it. Which, given the circumstances, could be entirely possible if her family found out the reason why she planned to refuse. “You’re already fifteen. You’re becoming a fine young woman,” he told her, his earlier surprise melting into a kind, proud smile. “You’re of the age where you need to start considering your future. It’s time to find you a suitable husband to spend your life with.” And there it is. Asuna had been right on the money. She had to strain herself greatly in order to keep her facial expression from showing her inner emotions, lest they make the truth clear. This “meeting with a man” would be an omiai – a meeting to set her up with a husband she’d never even met before. She didn’t want to get married at all, ever, for any reason. But the idea of getting married to a stranger was even worse! Her older brother sitting next to her at the table had warned her this would be coming soon a few days prior. In fact, he was the one who reassured her that she had the option to refuse. She hadn’t originally thought it would have made a difference, but he’d told her that her father wouldn’t force her if she didn’t want to. Her brother, Kouichirou, knew the reason why she didn’t want to, and so he gave her the strength to face this situation head on and advocate for herself. But that didn’t make it easy. She’d never gone against what her parents had suggested or instructed before this! It was absolutely terrifying… she looked over at her brown-haired older brother for support. He was already looking her way, smiling gently. He nodded his head, silently telling her to go ahead and say what she needed to say. It strengthened her resolve. She turned back to her father, took a deep breath, and uttered the phrase she’d been practicing in her bedroom mirror all weekend. “I have been considering my future, father… and marriage isn’t in it.” His smile quickly gave way as he dropped his jaw in shock. Even Asuna’s mother, whose expression always seemed dull and lifeless, did a double take at what she’d just heard. Her daughter had never even talked back to them, much less rejected any of the things they’d done for her. This was completely unprecedented. And Yuuki Kyouko was not about to let this matter go, not after she personally selected the husband from the finest doctors in the hospital they ran. “Excuse you?” Her daughter looked her dead in the eye, gulped, and then boldly said, “Judging by that reaction, I don’t think you misheard me. I will not get married, mother. Not this or any year.” Kyouko balked. The nerve! To think that her daughter actually had the brazen audacity to talk to her that way! She had heard enough. The female head of the Yuuki household would not tolerate being so blatantly disrespected by her own child! “How dare you? You have no right to say that to us!” she verbally exploded, slamming her hand down on the table and shaking all the tableware. “You are our daughter, and you will do as we say!” Her words and actions caused her chestnut-haired daughter to flinch back and gape in fear. It looked like she wouldn’t be offering any resistance whatsoever. Good, that meant that everything would soon be as it should once again— “Sorry to say this, mother, but it’s actually you who doesn’t have the right to say that to her,” her son retorted in his sister’s place, his steely expression not matching his jovial tone. “You see, there’s this thing in Japan called the age of consent. Ever heard of it? Once you reach a certain age, you are responsible for accepting or declining advances and marriage proposals. You know what that age is? Thirteen. And how old is Asuna? Fifteen. You have no authority here. You can’t force her.” When he said the ages, his voice was laced with pure contempt like Kyouko had never heard from him in his entire life. He’d never addressed anyone with even a trace of disrespect before this as far as she knew. And then when he said the last sentence, he did it in a singsong voice, almost as if he were gloating about it. Both of her children were rebelling at once over the exact same issue. And to compound her misery, as her son had oh so helpfully pointed out, she didn’t have the legal authority to do anything about it. But what she could do… “This house has no place for a daughter who will not respect their parents’ wishes!” she shot back, her voice blazing with rage. “If she won’t do as we have instructed, she will have to find another place to live and another school to go to, because we certainly won’t be paying her tuition!” There, it was done. Now Asuna would have no choice but to back down, and— oh. Oh, no. When Kyouko looked back at her daughter, she no longer saw the face of someone terrified of the consequences of her actions. She saw the face of someone resolved in her convictions. The Yuuki sister spoke in a calm, measured tone, with words that cut like a katana. “I would sooner leave this family than sign away my happiness to someone I don’t love. My heart has no place for a mother who does not respect my wishes, and I will not miss you when I’m gone.” In the span of one conversation, everything fell apart at once. Her words stung, even more so because her own husband had chosen to stay silent – he hadn’t even tried to defend her. She had been disrespected by her own son and utterly rejected by her daughter, and he didn’t so much as scold either of them. It was as if he cared about the children more than he did about her… damn it! “Fine. You have until midnight to pack your belongings and leave. I don’t care where you go, you will not be welcome here anymore.” After saying her piece, Kyouko stood up and made for the exit. As she walked away, her son called out to her. But not to apologize or ask her to reconsider, nothing of the sort. What he decided to say was far less eloquent than that. “Fuck you too, mom! You can forget about me taking over the hospital, you’ve just shown me it’s not worth the effort!” he shouted despite her still being in the room. And to add the ultimate insult to the most painful of injuries, the first thing her husband said, rather than a scolding for her son, was this: “Asuna, I’ll find you a nice place to stay until everyone’s emotions have cooled down. But this divide will take time to heal. I’m sorry that I can’t do more for you.” It took everything the female head of house had not to break down crying as she left the room. It seemed that not a single person in her family was on her side. Gotta say, I'm actually pleased with my execution of this scene. Yeah, I wrote a shitty thing happening, but I liked the writing itself. Aaaaaaanyway, I need to sleep. Please leave a comment telling me what you thought, and I'll catch you later!
  3. I'm glad my readers took an interest in this, though I have to admit these are not the best stories. For anybody curious, this is where I'm putting a collection of short stories from my interactive story: Curse of the Eastern Isle. Unlike the interactive which follows the perspective of the wandering monster hunter, Franziska Audenveil, these stories will be from the perspective of various party members. The first one I've written is from a small plan I had for Addilyn, The other three who will be getting a short story will be Margo, the short-tempered, short-sized engineer, Catia, the head paladin of the town of Minevorska's church, and Franziska herself. A link to the interactive for anybody interested in a dark fantasy adventure: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/34992-the-curse-of-the-eastern-isle/ __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Addilyn: The Demon in the Shadows “Eto, fier.” Addilyn muttered the spell in druidic, watching as a small flame sprung to life in her hand. “Eto, ince” The flame froze and turned to solid ice. “Eto, arcana.” The ice melted, twisting into a ball of small purple energy. For Addilyn Tsereteli, wandering bard of the Caravani, these small druidic incantations were her nightly routine. She would practice them, muttering the words and watching as a small ball of the element she summoned floated in her palm. The energy, with the right focus, could be manipulated and reshaped into anything the caster desired. It was this element of the incantation that Addilyn practiced, to summon and reshape the spell into the arcane arrows she used was a feat of countless nights of practice. It was a late night on Oldengrad, the tavern had already seen the nightly rush as the residents of the hamlet would flock in for a supper of vegetable stew before rushing back to their homes. Even behind the walls of their hamlet, guarded by devices of steam and automation the people of Minevorska did not sleep easy. Addilyn never blamed them; once the sun went down and the shrieks of demons and undead filled the air, nowhere, not even in town, was safe. In the tavern, the fire was all but cinders, a few flecks of the dying log still burned with a red glow. The lanterns swayed with a dim flame, basking the corners of the common room in shadow. Outside, the snow picked up, a fog of white against a blood red sky. Addilyn could hardly see beyond the window, the storm was growing, as was the darkness. A few of the hamlet’s residents remained in the tavern, bleeding the last of the kegs dry as they discussed business. Sometimes Addilyn felt like they were staring, making quiet judgement about her. She was reminded of her fight in the church, and the first impression she must have left on the residents as she was carried to the quarters. They had to have known, a girl who had soiled herself being carried through a chamber full of people. Addilyn dwelled on it too much; She had wanted to forge her place as the towns saviour in their darkest hour. The towns people would speak of her in only the most heroic fashion, telling tales of her bravery during the attack on the church. But that was all a dream, Addilyn had forged her place among the people of Minevorska... as the girl who had shit herself, the girl who whimpered and cowered with the others while the real heroes took the glory. It was a depressing, but not deterring thought, one that made her soul feel empty. “I don’t believe it one bit!” One of the men said with a gruff accent. He wiped the ale from his long beard and slammed his flagon down. “Them defenses outside would’ve scared the fucker away right quick!” Suddenly, practicing incantations did not seem so interesting to Addilyn. The tales and rumours drew her to them like a moth to a flame. She drew her focus toward the conversation at the other table, shifting herself along the chair to get closer. “Don’t believe me, do ya not?” The second man had a more crooked accent, a foreigner in these lands. “We saw it, horrible shaggy bastard roaming about on the outskirts of the town." “Didn’t think to report that to the paladin’s, did you?” The foreigner cackled. “‘Course we did! Nowhere to be seen when they sent one or two of the holy lads over. Buggered off under the wall and back into the forest!” The first man did not sound impressed with the story. “So you scared off a wolf pup? That’s worthy of a story, is it?” “Well… what’s a story wi’out a kicker?” The foreigner leant in. “Saw it again tonight. Big dark eyes, beastly thing with four legs sittin’ in the black, starin’. Sorta like those ugly bastards we saw scattered around the church. Ya know, the dogs.” He sat back, smirking. “You’re welcome to go take a peek if you think I’m tellin’ you shit.” The bearded man chuckled before reaching for his flagon. “I don’t need to. It’s a wolf pup, no doubt. Small enough to fit through that wall and is probably looking for it’s mother.” Their conversation dwindled into something less interesting; a discussion on fortification, nothing interesting. “Something lurking in the shadows…” Addilyn muttered. She stared out through the frosted panes toward the small area of empty land behind the tavern. It was blacker than the abyss out there. Stories had been going around of things creeping over the wall. Rogue beasts, wolves, demons, the story changed with every person who told it, each giving their own account of what they’d either seen or were told until it became a web of absurd rumours and speculation. That never stopped Addilyn from believing them though. She anxiously sipped the last of her juice and pushed the flagon away. She was not sure if it was the fatigue from spellcasting, but during her practice she had felt the weight of her bladder lingering. Addilyn sighed; she’d pushed the feelings to the back of her mind, putting it off for as long as she could. She’d lost count of the juice she had drank, two cups? Three? Spell practice often left her with a strong thirst, and on some days a full bladder. With the lavatory out of commission, when nature called there was nowhere to go but outside, behind the tavern. There had been the bowls Wanda had been so kind as to offer people. A sort of last resort for relief. The innkeep’s wife had thought it for the best that nobody ventured out into the cold in the dead of night as rumours persisted through the town. But Addilyn didn't like that option, especially after an accidental encounter with Franziska when the monster hunter had stormed in while she was relieving herself... shamelessly into a porcelain bath. Addilyn never liked making her water in the company of others, she was always a shy girl and now she shared a room with two other girls; There was nowhere private for her to do it in a bowl. If she went out into the corridor, she risked waking the whole upstairs with the sound, if she did it in the room, the sound would wake Lucina. She has been practicing all day with the Paladins, surely she's unconscious. She's not going to hear if I used the bowl. Fearfully, Addilyn looked out into the darkness of the town. I really don't want to go out there. What if they're right, what if something is lurking out there? She could picture a hideous creature out in those shadows, hiding away from the watchful eyes of the Paladins. Stories always got to her, they left her thinking, always fearing the worst. Now, looking outside, all Addilyn could think of was the horrors of the shadows, whatever they were. She hated to do it, but the fullness of her bladder urged Addilyn towards the bowl beneath her bed, somewhere safe where she could relieve herself. It was a fair thought. She took a deep breath and made her way upstairs. On her way, Addilyn passed Margo’s room. A candle burned inside as the little engineer was soundly sleeping, cuddled into Andi who lay behind her. “Ah, Ms. Addilyn.” Andi had noticed, the mechanical girl smiled. “Andi, you’re still awake.” Addilyn returned her smile. She composed herself, keeping her legs steady to avoid bouncing up and down in a childish potty dance. She tensed her muscles and stood still, ignoring the urges. Andi nodded. “Mother was having some difficulty sleeping. I’m staying awake to comfort her.” Suddenly, Margo began whimpering in her sleep, muttering the name Sara as sadness sunk into her sleeping face. “It’s okay, mother.” Andi spoke softly, rubbing Margo’s head until the little engineer settled back into a quiet snore. She didn't wish to get caught up in conversation. Nature called, urgently. Addilyn nodded to Andi and continued on toward the last door. The door opened quietly; Addilyn did everything she could to not stir Lucina’s slumber. The silver-haired warrior lay asleep on her bed, wrapped in her blanket. She was in a deep sleep, her loud, monstrous snores nearly shook the brittle floorboards. This would be easy. Hopefully. Addilyn crept along the floorboards toward her bed and bent down, grimacing as she felt the pressure being put on her full bladder. A small ceramic bowl, larger than a soup bowl sat beneath the bed right beside a pile of fresh sheets. Addilyn pulled the bowl out slowly. A receptacle for relief right in her hands. She held it for a moment, staring cautiously over to the sleeping Lucina. Right. She thought, sitting the bowl down gently on the floor. I just need to undo my shorts. She undid her belt, moving as slowly as she could to avoid making any noise. squat down. She crouched down, hovering herself over the bowl. pee, and empty the bowl… all without waking up Lucina. That was the hard part, even with her shorts down, Addilyn couldn’t pee. Her body seized up knowing another girl was sleeping just a few feet away. Ooh, she’s going to hear it. It’s going to echo through the room and wake her. She tensed up between the legs, her body denying her bladder relief. She stared down and sighed with frustration. The bed creaked, a drowsy mumble murmured. “Who…” Lucina, half-asleep, asked to nobody. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her heart pounded, Addilyn wanted to scream. Acting purely on instinct she rushed to pull her knickers back up and kicked the bowl back beneath the bed. “Ah, Lucina! I-It’s j-just me!” Addilyn sputtered, struggling to put the words together. Lucina rubbed her eyes and turned in her bed. “Addilyn… ah, you’re retiring to bed?” She said with a weary groan. “H-Ha, n-no. I-I just c-came to g-get some-something!” Addilyn pretended to root around beneath the bed, fondling the air in a pathetic attempt to feign a search. “Ha! I-I’ve got it.” She rose to her feet, and forgetting that, in a panicked hurry, she’d only pulled up her knickers, Addilyn collapsed to the floor with a thud. Her shorts were still draped around her boots. "Hehe... belt came undone." She tried to laugh it off. I hope I didn't leak... She hadn't, still dry, thankfully. Closing the door behind her, Addilyn bent down to her knees and pushed her hands against her maidenhood once again. She couldn’t make her water in there, she couldn’t do it out here, and she couldn’t use the lavatory. Was there somewhere, anywhere else she could go? There's a basin down in the bathing room...could I? No! She shook the thoughts of peeing in the sink from her head. No! No! No! What kind of disgusting girl makes her water in a sink!? She sighed, there was only one place she could go at a time like this; and with a nervous glance out into the night, Addilyn knew she had no choice but to go behind the tavern. Yura had asked curiously where the bard was going this late with a lantern in her hand. Addilyn didn’t answer and rushed out onto the steps of the tavern. She felt herself stop, her feet wouldn’t move beyond the small cover by the steps. The streets were dark, snow fell from the sky, and there was no life to be found. All she had to do was take a few steps down, head around the tavern, relieve herself and head back, but staring into the pitch black night, the uneasy silence tempered with nothing but shadows; it made Addilyn freeze. She felt safe in the tavern with the fire and lights, nothing would get her there… but out here. She whimpered and after making sure nobody was around, crossed her legs. Addilyn gazed out into the darkness, squeezing her legs tighter, letting out a faint whimper as her maidenhood burned. This is exactly what Franziska means when she says you need to be fearless. The brave voice in Addilyn’s mind said. It was her own voice as it always was. Look at you, crossed legged and whimpering like a little girl who's about to wet herself because you can’t take a lantern and pee out in the dark. You’re not even fearless enough to pee in a pot in there. The voice grew more mocking. I can’t let another girl hear me tinkling into a bowl. “It’s embarrassing.” Addilyn squeezed her legs so tightly it almost hurt. She bent down and sat on the steps to the tavern. She hoped nobody would see as she calmly rested her hands between her legs, pushing against herself. “Besides… I heard them, something’s wandering around in the darkness. They said it was behind the tavern before vanishing.” So what? You’re a fighter, you’re not meant to let things like that scare you. You came to this cursed isle of your own volition! You’re one of the protectors of this town now! What kind of protector are you if you’d rather wet yourself than go out in the dark!? The voice may have been her own, but it spoke cruelly. Addilyn peered down the street; she saw the farmstead, an outline of the farmhouse hidden away by the black shadows. A small light came from the tower by the gate and inside Addilyn could make out a feminine figure. It had to be Franziska, who’d bravely offered to do one of the night patrols for Alexandr. What would Franziska say if she saw you right now, cross-legged and whimpering for the privy? “She’d tell me to be braver than this…” Addilyn muttered sadly to herself. “If I can’t even walk out into the dark… how am I going to fight a demon?” Addilyn began clutching her rapier. “That’s right… I said I’d be braver… what kind of hero would I be if I let the darkness get to me so easily?” Slowly, she rose to her feet. Suddenly, the darkness did not look so dark and Addilyn took her first steps out into the dark streets. It always felt like something was out there, watching every step she took, waiting for a moment of weakness. That’s what unsettled her the most; there was never a greater sign of weakness than when a person was relieving themselves. Broden always told her that. “You’re always weakest when you’re squatting in the forest.” He’d say playfully, keeping a serious tone about him. “Wouldn’t want to be nabbed while taking a dump, would you?” She missed his crude sense of humour. Maybe one day, she’d see him again; as the hero who defeated the curse of Oldengrad, a thought that kept the darkness away and the fear in her heart dimmed. The cold did her bladder no good; Addilyn shivered, but there was always a painful, persistent warmth stirring between her legs. Everything she had done since getting up from her seat had done nothing but aggravate her bladder. She’d already been on the verge of relief once. The fear made her feel loose, like she could leak at any moment. She walked slowly through the snow, one hand on the lantern, the other between her legs to keep her river from flowing. The sounds of crunching beneath her boots moved with a slow, uneasy pace. Addilyn hated the dark, even in town she didn’t feel safe. The portal, with it's chains dug into the ruins of the church hung over the town, harpies swooping in the night and screeching. A ghastly demonic screech echoed through the air, frightening the bard as she began hastening her steps. The sooner she relieved herself, the sooner she'd back in the warm comfort of the tavern. Maybe it was the slow speed at which she walked, maybe it was the fear that engulfed her like darkness engulfed the town, or maybe it was just the feeling of her full bladder with each step she took, but the walk felt endless, like an eternity. Behind the tavern was an old tin boiler, rusted and neglected, but still functional. Some of the snow around it had melted away from the heat it gave off. There were two houses on the west side of the tavern, separating the rear of the tavern from the street. There were no lights on, nobody would see her here. Nobody would notice an unsuspecting girl squatting to make her water here. Addilyn sat the lantern down on an empty barrel by her side and began to lift her dress. A sound nearby, like tepid footsteps moving cautiously, caught the bards attention. She froze, her dressed hoisted over her arms as she looked out into the shadows with a fearful gaze. “It’s nothing. My imagination playing tricks on me.” Addilyn said to comfort herself. "There is no way anything could get through that wall." She hiked up her dress, pulled down her shorts, and nervously squatted in the snow. She took a deep breath and relaxed, granting her bladder relief. She could feel the cold numbing her bare backside. In the silence, a quiet pattering began to fill the air. A sense of relief filled the young bard as her bladder emptied, a dark stream pittled from between her legs, yellowing the snow around her boots. “Uuu…” Addilyn whimpered. She couldn’t enjoy the relief she was feeling, it was overshadowed with fear as she glanced around the shadows, stopping only to peer down at the growing puddle beneath her legs. “Hmm~” She allowed herself one sigh of pleasure, watching as the spurt between her legs intensified, spraying the snow. The snow between her feet melted, the quiet tinkling turned to a loud splattering as her stream struck the now revealed dirt. The heat of her water rose, gently warming the bards legs. Footsteps again. This time, Addilyn was certain she saw something, a beastly silhouette that stood still the moment she looked over, like it knew she was watching. Her heart began racing, she thought about pulling up her shorts and running; she didn’t even care if she’d piss herself, she wouldn’t care if she stumbled down into the tavern, piss cascading down her thighs if it meant she could escape the gaze of whatever was watching her. Something definitely moved, Addilyn saw, and it was moving closer to her. Riddled with fear, she pulled up her shorts, her bladder still unrelieved as she began to feel the warmth of her stream filling her shorts. They grew heavy quickly as Addilyn pulled them back up, her thighs and maidenhood now soaked with her pee as she failed to stop her water. She ignored the growing warmth in her knickers, pooling between her legs and washing her lower lips. She had to ignore it, she needed to grab her rapier and defend herself. The beast was moving faster through the darkness, toward her. Addilyn grabbed her rapier and lifted it in a defensive stance. Something warm was running down her legs, she caught a glimpse of her pee, glistening in the lanterns glow as it ran down her bare legs. No, I won’t let it bother me this time. The beast was closer; She could see it’s features more closely now, four legs and a maw that bore sharp yellow teeth beneath a set of dark red eyes. Addilyn grasped her rapier nervously, clutching it tightly in her hand. This was it, when the beast would lunge, Addilyn would strike, just like Franziska had taught her. Ease up! Don't let your feet stop! Keep a firm grip on the hilt! She repeated the words Franziska had yelled aboard the Natalya religiously. Weave, stride, strike, repeat! A dire wolf pup, larger and more ferocious than a mainland wolf, wandered into the light. Addilyn stared the beast down, rapier in-hand, ignoring the wetness growing between her legs. It’s eyes were red, a sign that it was berzerk, driven mad by the powerful magic of the red moon. The wolf snarled, bearing it's fangs, white breath filling the air as it sized up the young bard. Addilyn stood ready, rapier out in a defensive stance. She wasn't ready when the wolf leapt for her, launching itself on it's hind legs toward the bard. All she had to do was move to the side and strike the wolf with one attack, but she couldn't. The wolf moved quickly, faster than she had expected. In surprise, Addilyn was frozen, too sluggish to properly counter the wolf's lunge. She didn't even notice the wolf was already atop her, knocking her to the ground with force. She felt the warmth as her wet shorts pressed against her backside. It landed atop her, a beast of thick fur and a deathly stench atop her frail, frightened body. Addilyn used all of her strength to keep off the snarling beast that went for her neck. She wanted to scream but fear had grasped her throat. She was alone, nobody was coming, nobody had heard. This fight was her own. She had to think fast, something, anything to keep the wolf from her neck... and then she remembered; There was a last resort, one Addilyn did not use unless absolutely necessary; The cursed sign of Tsereteli was not something to be used with trivial intent, but she had no choice. Quickly, with a struggle to fend off the attacking wolf, she readied the spell, no, the curse. She felt a burning in her left arm as she channeled it, her palm grew as hot as hellfire. Time felt like it froze, the cold winter became as hot as the burning hells as Addilyn spoke the cursed incantation she so rarely cast: Signum en Lupus. She placed a hand atop the wolfs head and cast the incantation. The wolf stopped, growing passive as it’s eyes began to glow a bright gold; From a ravenous feral wolf to a timid puppy, the wolf jumped off the bard and whimpered, lowering it's head like a submissive child. She'd done it. “H-Hi.” Addilyn put her hand out slowly, letting the dire wolf sniff it. It’s tail rose and the wolf sat, tilting it’s head. After a second, the wolf rose to its feet and moved behind her, sniffing curiously around her wet shorts. “Ahh...hey, hey… You can’t do that to people. That’s not how we say hi!” She felt a flush in her cheeks. Gently, she pushed away the curious wolf, who’d taken a fondness in trying to sniff her backside. “Though you don’t see me as people, do you? You recognize me now… like this.” The dire wolf didn’t understand, it’s head tilted further. “You can’t stay here, the other’s aren’t like me.” The wolf did nothing, it sat by her side and yawned. A howl echoed through the trees, nabbing the pups attention as it’s ears pricked up. “Your family misses you.” Addilyn pet the wolf, smiling as she gestured back to the woods. As if it was a command, the dire wolf ran back into the shadows, vanishing into the night, back to it’s family. And now Addilyn had to face the cold, wet truth as she stared down at her soggy shorts. She sighed, frowning at the darkened fabric that clung to her body. I wet myself again… She tried to be brave, she really did, but it didn’t stop her. To Addilyn, this felt like a failure, she’d let fear get the best of her again. It reminded Addilyn of something Franziska had said just two nights ago. “When I went to... take a piss earlier, that thing, that portal that appeared, it caught me by surprise. Fear ran through me and before I knew it, I was so paralyzed by fear, that I was... pissing myself." Franziska had spoken so boldly, even for something so embarrassing she accepted that it happened, and that she was no weaker for it. "I saw that giant portal and those chains manifest from thin air, and stricken with panic, I couldn’t hold myself. So no it isn’t snow. I...fear-stricken...pissed myself.” Lying in that bed, that was the moment Addilyn had said she'd be better, that she wouldn't let the small things get to her. “Not this time…” Addilyn holstered her rapier and shook her head. Her heart was pounding, even in the cold she felt a sweat. “I didn’t run away this time, I didn’t cower, I held my ground.” Suddenly, she didn't feel so scared. A surge of bravery warmed her blood. The night did not seem so dark, the cold did not seem so chilling, the monsters around her did not feel so threatening. "I am Addilyn Tsereteli, wanderer of the Caravarni, and soon... the hero of Oldengrad." The bard got back to her feet. "The next time, I'll be ready." She headed back into the tavern, where a quick bath and bed were waiting.
  4. So this occurred to me back in 2005, back when I was in 2nd Grade at Saint John Vianney. It was on this day that, while I was in Pull-Ups, I had secreted away a stash of old underwear (that still fit me) in my Pull-Ups. So, after getting dropped off, I resisted going to the bathroom, cause I had a plan. I squeezed my legs, pressed my butt into the seat, everything, as the pressure slowly built up in my bladder and bowels. My guts rumbled and my bladder tingled as time went on. It was during the half-way mark of recess that I was close to bursting. A heavy pressure was on my bowels, as well as my bladder. Aside from a few droplets into my PullUp, I had everything else contained. Heading into the bathroom, I made sure no one in my class or our sister class was coming in before I waddled into the stall. I felt my control slip a bit as a smidgen of poop began crowning and a few droplets more leaked out. Once I was in the stall, I slid my khaki's and damp PullUp down my legs and off, setting them on the floor by me feet. This left me in my school uniform polo, this one was the green one I think, my white tank-top, my socks, and my Velcroed shoes, Looking behind me I saw my poop slowly sliding out. Quickly snatching my underwear from my PullUps, I slid them on, and sat on the toilet. My bladder was the first to go, quickly and rapidly soaking the front of my greyish underwear, the wet spot expanding outwards, the rest that wasn't absorbed by the cotton filtered out into the toilet below. Next were my bowels. With barely a grunt and push, the warm mush began filling up the back. Once I was finished, I slid my ruined underwear off, and wiped up with the toilet paper. Once I got my PullUp and pants back on, I peeked out, and once I was sure the coast was clear, I tossed my stained undies into the trash, Washing my hands, I left to continue my day.
  5. Greetings, once more! And welcome to the third iteration of Faust's interactive Stories! Faust felt it would be best to dive back into this kind of thing with a renewed vigor, and some balance from things he's learned from the previous two interactives...As they were both quite experimental. As such, welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories 3! Promising more adventures, more lewdities, and more stories! Rules, and mild changes coming up shortly.... ================================================================================================================================================== [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (For those looking for lewdity, in a scholastic setting. Days in this world will follow a brief morning (Depending on the character), Followed by Schooltimes. [In several segments], and end a short bit after returning from school.) Family Featurettes: (Will usually involve home life with a selected character's family, and occasionally a small vacation! Certain characters will get more out of this than others. Tend to have an average Morning, an average day, and an average night. (Subject to Vacationing)) Faust's Holiday Fun: (As expected, these days are selected to celebrate a holiday with specified characters. Christmas Parties, Thanksgiving Dinners, and the like. A mixture of lewdity, and casual home life. Tend to have a segment last longer than the others, depending on the Holiday) Magic Academy's Pleasure District: (A setting inside of the Magical Academy story, for those who wish to be adventurous with some lewdity! Details may or may not carry over to the actual Magic Academy Interactive. Have an average day segment, and a lengthy night segment, with a nearly-non-existent morning) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters! An early morning optional, but a Hefty daytime segment, with a very brief night) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to pick out a world. May be old, or new, times vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable for future segments.) Faust's Town Adventures: (A segment with an average time all around, with the selected individuals, going around town doing various normal things. Meant for enjoying things on a day off from the Scholastic system.) Private Bedroom: (For that special vulgar scene with characters of your choosing. Very restrictive.....Must have 5 Hearts of affection to invite someone here.) AuthorFaust's Fateful One-Shots: (For when you just want to request a special scene. If enough votes pick it up, it'll be written... Or if the Author likes it enough. Running times Vary considerably.) ???: (Locked!! Do 2 runs as Faust to unlock) ???: (Locked!! Do A run as a Magical Academy Student to unlock) Movie Adventures: (Go to the Movies with a character of your choice! Drinks and popcorn are provided! Watch a scene picked out by either the Commenters, or Author, and wait for the magic to happen. Runtimes of movies will vary, but usually put your companion in Dire need.) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] [A seemingly average boy with short forest green hair, and an unimpressive build.. Faust is the Familiar figure of the stories, and constant target of various happenstances. One with a healthy taste for the lewd, but kind enough to help out others when he can. If he could get out from under Saril's Thumb, he might...] (Able to be used in any plot except Magic Academy Pleasure District) Yuno Gasai: [Female] [The shapely, twintailed pinkette, with a cutesy manner of speaking, and a distressing past...Everyone knows who Yuno is, and it seems a wide variety of people have their eyes on her. However, her eyes are only on.....] (Will rarely involve herself in lewdity with anyone but Faust. Stories with her may center more around Faust (Or Fauxst) more than others. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure District.) Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] [A girl with a modest figure, and long green hair in a ponytail. With an overwhelmingly embarrassing family, and a stern attitude, one would be forgiven for seeing her as cold. However, beneath her stern exterior hides a girl with a firm penchant for holding...] (A bit harder to coerce into inciting lewdity in....But, far more likely to remain focused when at high bladder amounts. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure district.) Eoria Karakuri: [Female] [A girl with long silver hair, a modest figure, and a nearly unquenchable lust for science.....and a barely concealed naughty side. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and always working on something new...) (Runs with Eoria may contain an experimental item to utilize. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district.) Saiga Giriko: [Female] [A girl with crimson hair, a sizable figure, and an apt hand for mechanics. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and a self-proclaimed domme, Saiga is one of the few not into the idea of wetting herself, and is much less....open with her lusts than some others... (Lust fills slower as Saiga. Does not enjoy wetting herself. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district. Can temporarily modify O.M.O.R.A. in her runs.) Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] [A petite girl with orange hair, tied into ear-like twintails, and a taste for the lewd. What she lacks in curves, she more than makes up for in enthusiasm. (Cannot be used for Magic Academy's Pleasure District. Can carry 3 items in a run, instead of 2. Is also more proficient in using items, leading to a smaller cooldown...) Juuni Neptunia: [Female] [A petite girl with short purple hair, and a usually perky-nature... Who tends to run her mouth a bit more than she would like. Most certainly does not enjoy the affections of her 'Brother' <Actually Cousin> Faustus in an impure manner. Tends to overdo it sometimes.....] (Cannot be used in the Magic Academy's Pleasure district. Bladder meter fills a bit faster as Juuni..) Arthoria Faustus: [Male] [5th Ranked at the Magical Academy, and assistant to Saril's Special Show: Hold it! Omo-Idol. Runs the Black-Light District of Magical Academy. Probably needs a drink.] (Cannot be used for Another Note. May come with a variety of 'Spells.' May uncover new Magic Academy Characters to command...) Yonyu Bengane: [Female] (102nd ranked at Magic Academy, and the unofficial Librarian. A modest figure, concealed by many different garments, and a pair of glasses hide her true intentions, whatever they might be. And yet, something about her seems.... Ayano: [Female] (100th Ranked at Magic Academy, and the most prominent of the Black-Light students. Has a bit of a...dangerous disposition about her, and a venomous side underneath an innocent schoolgirl Facade...) (Does not play nice with other girls. Options may be a bit crueler than expected, with some exceptions. Cannot be used for Family Featurettes...) Lyna Hikari: [Female] (A shapely girl with silver hair, who's spent most of her life in a church dedicated to complete chastity and purity......And was transferred to a normal school by a certain Supernatural Hunter's efforts. Very inexperienced, and innocent, but eager to make new friends...) [Cannot be used in Magical Academy Pleasure District. More sensitive to lust than others...] ???: [More to be unlocked] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (These are mostly the same.....with a few, minor changes...) Plot: Now almost Strictly for story purposes. Lewdity is to an absolute minimum, and stories with this will contain very little naughty fun. (Stories may be shorter than actual plotlines) Lewd: A nice baseline for stories, with a smidgen of lewdity, but rarely things too inappropriate. Accidents are more likely, while aftermath can usually be dealt with off-screen.... And the lightest of touching, while still keeping to plots. Naughty: A bit lewder than lewd, this rating incites more accidents, and some more intimate scenarioes...without going into complete, full-on smut. One can expect a bit more skinship, but no actual, on-screen intercourse...... Though, one may still have lewd, naughty releases... Vulgar: A vulgar setting, where touching, wetting, and other vulgar activities are rather mundane, and expected. One can properly perform vulgar acts in this plotline, without fade-outs, or other censors. Adult Fantasy: A plotline more akin to a smutty film. Contrived coincidences to maximize the amount of Vulgarity are commonplace, and the more absurd sort of situations may occur, leading to maximum Vulgarity... ================================================================================================================================================= Items: (This subject remains similar, with characters allowed to utilize 2 items per story. (Except when otherwise indicated.), and may have Rating restrictions. Items cooldowns may vary...) [Item List!] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A naughty magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] (2 Story Cooldown) Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] (1 Story Cooldown) Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish individuals needy for Lewd release. [Naughty or Higher] [3 Story Cooldown] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher Rating required.] (3 story Cooldown] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher rating.] [2 Story Cooldown] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse [3 Story Cooldown] Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. [Naughty or Higher. 4 Story Cooldown.] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. [Lewd or Higher. 2 Story Cooldown.] Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one. [2 Story Cooldown.] Bottle of [Water]: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something. [No Cooldown. May sometimes incite random effects.] "Toy": A toy meant to incite lust in an individual, but certainly not appropriate for children.. [Naughty or Higher] (3 Story Cooldown.) Author's Helping Hand: May be used when a Decision is brought up once per story, to get a guide of what effects a decision may have. [5 Story Cooldown] Paradoxical Blessing: A blessing that will Randomize all of your conditions! Results may vary. Overuse may lead to accidental summoning...[6 Story cooldown] [Others to Come] =============================================================================================================================================== Affections Meters: (This is a Segment to determine a character's Affection for one of the male leads! Higher Affections may lead to certain scenes easier. For the sake of comfort, only 3 heart and above will be listed..] Faustus Necromonium: 4 Hearts: Yuno Gasai, Youmu Konpaku, Lillica Plumb 3 Hearts: Flandmir Treepes, Juuni Neptunia Arthoria Faustus: 4 Hearts: ???, ??? 3 Hearts: Ayano, Yonyu Bengane ???: ??? ================================================================================================================================================= [Achievements!] (Due to Popular Demand, This feature will be returning from the first interactive. However, they are mostly cosmetic this time, save for a few certain ones... [KA-CHING] (Hat Trick): Have Faust's Interactives Reach it's 3rd Iteration. [Future Achievements:] [Naming Scheme]: ??? [The Obvious]: ??? [I wanna go on an Adventure!]: ??? [What could possibly go Wrong?]: ??? [Oh.]: ??? [Prepared!]: ??? [I need a freaking Drink]: ??? [They DO Exist!]: ??? [I Get that Reference!]: ??? [Holy...!]: ??? [Futility]: ??? [But that's Forbidden Love!]: ??? [You were Warned]: ??? [Faust's Head Hurts]: ??? [The Wonders of Technology]: ??? [The Spot]: ??? [You're Going to Hell]: ??? [Last one There Wins]: ??? [Ya'll Need Jesus]: ??? [Tone Shift!]:??? [Dumbass]: ??? [Smartass]: ??? [Thank you, may I have another?]: ??? [I've made a Mistake]: ??? [REFERENCES!]: ??? [Pun-ishment]: ??? [Unexpected]: ??? [Wuvvy-Duvvy]: ??? [This Sucks]: ??? [What a Mess]: ??? [Unlimited Salt Works]: ??? [Taboo]: ??? [Primal Urges]: ??? [That's not how it works!]: ??? [Oh Thank God]: ??? [OH COME ON]: ??? [Why?]: ??? [Y tho?]: ??? [Okay.]: ??? [I love you]: ??? [And Many More!] ================================================================================================================================================== Q&A: [A Short Question and Answer Section, Answering Questions that Faust expected to have] Q: Is Faust's Interactive 2 now a Dead Forum? A: Faust does not expect to update it anymore. However, those who made requests will likely still see their stories written. Particularly Blooper's, which will be part of a different thread entirely... Q: Why is [World Listed] Not an available Option? A: As before, Faust has decided to revamp a little, and will add worlds as they are discovered, or unlocked. If things progress well, or too long without something that people request, Faust may put up some unlock conditions for them to fill out. Q: Are our plots from before Un-done? Do we have to re-do things? A: As before, most things are the same as before. Your ranks with certain girls has not changed, and most things are the same.... With a few select changes, and things that would incite an achievement if you point them out... Q: Is there going to be a Bounty Board This time? A: Perhaps. But for now, let's just get our feet wet in the story, and see from there. Q: Can we unlock more playable characters? A: Yes, you can. More female and male characters, through certain actions.... Q: Can we submit playmates again? A: Yes. Faust will prepare a format right after the Q&A Q: [Not actually a question, but a harsh criticism, or a hateful comment] A: Faust apologizes for bothering you, and requests you avoid stories that do not meet your level of merit. Faust sincerely hopes you have a nicer day. Q: Is [Character name] old enough to be doing these kind of things? I'm calling the police! A: Faust insists every character in his stories are of the legal age for you to see them in that kind of a manner, unless explicitly stated. Faust's characters are not the selves portrayed in their medias as they are, but merely variants of the legal consenting age for wherever your viewing location is. Q: When's the next update? A: SoonTM ==================================================================================================================================================== Playmate Submission Guidelines: [For when a character provided doesn't match up with something you want, or simply if you desire someone in specific. Merely submit, and follow this format to have them added. Warning: Character may not be as prominent as a previously listed one, without actively seeking them out.....] Character Name: [What is the name of the character you are Submitting?] Character Appearance: [What does this character look like? Feel free to use images, or descriptions. Details of note are Hair, eyes, Bust, Rump, and Relative Height.] Bladder Size: [Does this character have a Prominent, an Average, or a small bladder? Tummy Capacity: [Does this character have Firm control over her tummy troubles? write [NA] if you don't want them having tummy trouble] Lust: [How easily is this character provoked into Vulgarity?] (Easily, Average, or Slowly?] Extra: [Any Extra Details about this character you care to share?] Personality: [Be as Detailed as you like. Author may have to improvise if one isn't thorough enough..] Location: [Are you a Magic Academy Student, or a Normal Student?] Sexuality: [Do you like Guys, Girls, or Both?] (As a Note, only female playmates are allowed to be submitted right now.] [Faust thanks you all for Reading over the years, and Faust hopes this interactive Goes on just as much as the last ones have.]
  6. With the turn of the new year I figured it was time to start working on writing again. I haven't actually finished a single piece of work in quite a while (over a year) and now that interactive stories are taking off I wanted to try my own hand at one. This story takes place in my own universe, a land where magic is rare and dark forces stalk the world. Players will be taking control of Franziska Audenveil, an adventurer who has traveled to the eastern country of Serkaine hoping to free the island of Oldengrad from a mysterious and deadly curse. To get us started, there are three backgrounds available for Franziska that will help shape her history and abilities, as well as how she is perceived in the world. So let's begin! And I apologize in advance if my writing seems a bit underwhelming...like I said: it's been a long while since I did this. I would also like to thank a few people from this site who have encouraged me to take the plunge and try putting my writings and world back out there. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Backgrounds Select a background for Franziska. Her chosen background will shape her history and abilities in combat Travelling Healer You were in Orientia during the great plague. You stood at the grand hospital of Vetalli as sickness ran rampant through the city, all the while risking your own life to ensure the lives of others. You are no stranger to disease or disaster. Your knowledge of healing magic and alchemy were not learned in the confines of a fancy academy. They were learned first-hand through methods that make even the toughest men shudder. Now, you wander the free lands, putting your years of medical knowledge to good use, aiding the sick and the poor. Abilities Healing Surge: You call upon the divine of Mercy to cure an ally of injuries, ailments, or stress. Inflict Illness: You manipulate your own magic, inflicting the symptoms of a deadly disease upon an enemy. Medicine Kit: Using a combination of ingredients and magical energy, you can create healing potions, salves, or tonics. Experienced Healer: Your years of training in medicine and psychology allow you to diagnose illnesses or mental issues and cure minor injuries such as a cut or scrape without proper supplies. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Monster Hunter You have hunted the undead, rogue spirits and even demons. You are a force to be reckoned with, combining a deadly duo of melee and magic. Your childhood was spent under the banner of the Selkava, the monster hunters of the east. Countless hours spent out in the freezing cold as you hoped to hone your swordsmanship, as well as mastering powerful blood magic. You departed the Selkava on the eve of your twelfth year of birth, heading out into the unknown lands, seeking out new evils and challenges. Abilities Blood barrier: You call upon your blood magic, sacrificing your own life force to create a magical barrier to protect yourself and your allies. Blood chain: You call upon your blood magic, using your own blood and magic to form a magical chain that pulls in enemies. Demon Gaze: You call upon your blood magic, seeking out the presence of any being that possesses blood magic. Monster Specialist: You can identify most types of demons, aberrations or horrors and the means to deal with them. You can also craft special bombs and potions to aid in combat. In addition your experience with dark forces makes you more resistant to stress or mental breakdowns. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Uncharted Witch You have studied the outer realms, learning their powers and secrets for your own gain. You spent your early years on the run, a rogue mage hunted relentlessly by the Magic Arcanum. Your family refused to be bound to their rules, taking refuge with a group of mages known as the uncharted. It was with these mages that you studied the outer realms and trained yourself in forbidden magic, learning to manipulate the elements, the minds of your foes, and even the world around you. Now you wander the world as a drifter, seeking out more forbidden magic. Ethereal Walk: You warp the world around you, allowing you or an ally to walk outside of your plane and become invincible for a short time. Elemental Rune: You call upon the elements, summoning a fire/water/wind/earth rune near you. The rune will explode when something steps over it or can be detonated by it’s caster. Control Creature: You summon your spirit into a nearby creature, dominating it’s mind and taking control of it. This ability will not work on strong creatures and exposure to dark magic or corruption puts you at risk of mental issues. Magical Font: Your knowledge and connection to the arcane realms allows you to cast an additional ability once. You are also capable of wielding a fireball/ice blast/wind strike/earth smash in your off-hand
  7. Heather felt her diaper sag between her legs as she stood from her chair to answer the door. It hung, warm and swollen, under her floral sundress, although she did not notice having needed the toilet. She rarely did: she had never been potty trained. For that matter, neither was any other woman in Heather's family, and she could count the number of panty-wearing classmates she knew on one hand. Heather still vividly remembered the minor scandal when Stacy Thompson announced that she'd be "using the toilet from now on" in the eighth grade, it had been the hottest gossip for weeks. And then there was when Maggie Newman wore panties, no, lingerie (how much they must have cost!) under her homecoming dress Sophomore year to impress Shaq Jackson, but she'd been proven for a fraud a couple hours in when she'd wet herself in the middle of the dance floor, dashing her romantic ambitions. They had to turn the lights on to mop up the puddle! Poor girl. That was everyone, really, that Heather knew by name, although she did recognize the handful of girls in the halls whose skinny-jeaned rumps lacked the puffiness of their peers. That isn't to say that Heather cared a wink, though. This is how her whole life had been and neither she or most of her friends saw much abnormality in it. Heather opened her front door to reveal that Molly had arrived to hang out. It was a hot July day and Molly was dressed accordingly: jean shorts and a tank top that revealed the waist band of her diaper when she stretched her arms. Heather and Molly had been friends their whole lives, and were trying to make the most of their final summer before going off to college. The two grabbed some chips and salsa and a bottle of coke from Heather's kitchen and went upstairs to hang out in Heather's room. The two spent some time shooting the shit, Molly laying on her belly on Heather's floor, on her phone, while Heather lounged in the bean bag chair and munched on the tostitos, not caring whether Molly could see up her dress. Molly didn't care to look, but if she had she would have seen the pee staining Heather's diaper. "Hey, have you heard about that big protest today?" asked Molly, scrolling through twitter. "Yeah! The women's march, right?" Heather had seen, it was all over the news. Several of their friends were in attendance, attempting to bring more attention towards woman's issues. "Apparently there was a big pro-potty training demonstration." "No kidding!" "Yeah, hundreds of ladies just peed their pants in front of the Capitol." "That's some statement!" "What do you think about all that?" Heather considered it for a moment. Of course, the acceptance of toilet training for women was a hot button feminist issue, right up there with addressing rape culture and the wage gap. "I mean, I get it, the lack of potty training for women has kept us down for ages. Like, financially alone, diaper costs do build up." "Tell me about it." "And all those excuses those misogynists give are such bullshit. We aren't on our period 24/7! We can control some of our bodily functions, it just sets up a needless divide where women are dependent on men for some culturally imposed 'need'." "Fuckin' preach." said Molly, snatching up a chip. "At the same time though, like... I'm not sure if I'd really want to be potty trained." "Oh really?" "Yeah, I mean, it just seems so inconvenient, right? To have to stop whatever you're doing and go to a specific room just to do your business? It just seems like such a hassle." "I mean you still have to get changed though." "Yeah but I feel like you have more control over that taking place." "Not if you can actually control your bladder." "I suppose that's true." The silence resumed for a bit but was interrupted by a scrunching of Molly's face. "Speaking of controlling your bladder..." At that, Molly appeared to clench a little, behavior Heather obviously recognized as Molly having a poop. She could see the seat of Molly's pants expand outwards as she laid on the floor. It was a pretty common sight. "Heather can you change me? I'll do you afterwards, I saw that you're soaked." "Of course." Heather had downed a couple of cokes by this point, and would definitely be needing a serious change soon. Molly shimmied out of her shorts and laid on the floor while Heather fetched the supplies, and then undid Molly's tapes. Heather was struck by the familiarity of her friend's lady parts, the small brown curls a miniature of those on Molly's head. How many times had she helped change Molly, and Molly her? It was a perfectly normal but nonetheless personal activity for two women to share. Soon enough she'd be living in a dorm at South Northeastern University West and helping to change entirely new girls whom she'd never met. As Heather was dealt with the bitter-sweetness of her thought, she could feel a renewed warmth pooling in her nether regions.
  8. So this occurred, as the title suggests, during preschool. This was during my first month at the YMCA. During this specific incident, I had run out of diapers that day, and was still not TOO jazzed about using public bathrooms. I did use them, but that was on occasion, and really only if my mom was with me mainly. So this was pretty early on the day, not long after my mom had dropped me off. After a brief stop at the YMCA's bathroom, which I didn't end up using as I, at the time, didn't have to go, As I was doing some arts and crafts, I felt a pressure in my bladder and bowels, as well as my guts gurgling. Not wanting to put off coloring, like most kids at that age, I decided to ignore my need to go. Later on, how an hour or so later, during play time, was my ignoring the bathroom, not using it that morning when my mom brought me in, plus not using the bathroom when a class bathroom break, coming to bite me in the butt. By now I was pretty desperate, with a few drops leaking out into my sweatpants, Gauging the control I had, I made my way to the bathroom. However, as I got near, I felt my control starting to slip, as the first bit of poop slowly started making my way out. Heading to a corner, making sure no one could see me, I began Blair Witching as I let go. A spurt started out, which soon turned into a torrent as my pee splashed into my sweatpants, and slid down my legs. Meanwhile, my bowels spilled out into the back of my pants, the seat of my pants filling up with fresh poop. Once I finished, I went slid my pants down, and dumped my poop out onto the floor. I then went into the bathroom, cleaned my butt, and went on my way.
  9. WARNING: THIS CONTAINS MESSING AND PANTY POOP. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE THIS KIND OF THING!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! So here is the largely requested poop desperation content. Some of it is less desperation and more panty poop but hope you all enjoy it. So a lot of it can be found on tumblr. I try to post that kind of content on my tumblr which is poopypantsaudrey. Another great source for poop desperation on tumblr is Katannauk. She posts great pictures and stories of poop desperation. https://katannauk.tumblr.com/ There is a lot of great poop content on xpee's panty poop section. http://www.xpee.com//videos/category/25/panty-poop But if you dont want to sort through all of that her are a couple good ones http://www.xpee.com/video/24528/panty-poop-desperation http://www.xpee.com/video/1460/desperate-girl-pooping-in-her-own-panties http://www.xpee.com/video/20821/desperate-wife-has-to-poop-in-pantyhose Also here is a story i stumbled upon. maybe you would enjoy it. https://www.wattpad.com/161305044-sasha's-desperation-the-rush/page/2 As i find more content i will post it. There may be content on xvideos or pornhun but im not sure. Please feel free to post more content in the comments. Thanks guys. -Audrey
  10. I’m taking a nap in bed, and you come in to check on me. I’m wearing cute light blue printed panties, and my skirt is hiked up giving you a nice view of my butt. You stand over me enjoying the view, when all of a sudden, I drop a huge load in my panties! You’re surprised that I managed to sleep through that…it’s a true accident. You reach down, and tug on the waistband of my panties gently, inspecting the mess and getting a really close look. After perving on my poopy panties for a bit, you walk over to the side of the bed and wake me up. It takes me a few seconds to realize that I had an accident, but the look of humiliation is quite obvious once I realize the situation. I reach back and feel my panties to assess the damage. You watch me for a few more minutes enjoying how humiliated I am. **disclaimer** Messing but no scat., everything stays in her panties ;). You've been warned SSPantyMessingDuringNap.mp4
  11. Yo, so it's finally time to get my version of EoS off the ground! I decided to be lazy and essentially just reuse a story chapter I wrote several months back instead of making something all new, for the simple reason that everything about the female Kirito that I wanted to change from Darksyn's version had already been incorporated on some level into that chapter and I just didn't feel like rewriting it all since this version isn't old enough to suck. So I just took the version from that and modified it to fit its new setting. This story as a whole will be my highly personalized version of the premise that Darksyn is using to write his version. My version of this story is probably going to be absolutely nothing like his version, but I thought it would be instructive to tell you all the main ways that it will differ aside from having a different story. First off, while Darksyn's and mine will both have yuri, the pairings will be different. Darksyn's will be Kiriko/Asuna, whereas mine will be a yuri harem centered around my own completely differently written Kiriko. Second, Darksyn's will have a wide variety of fetish content, both diapered and not, while mine will find a way to put literally every main female lead in diapers relatively quickly after they're introduced. Third, Darksyn's Kiriko will have a DEX/AGI build, while mine will have a STR/AGI hybrid build (also, mine is going to be a solo player who eventually becomes more overpowered than canon Kirito, but you probably won't think of her as a Sue by the time she is). Fourth and finally, the stat scaling for player and monster attributes will, as far as I can tell, be completely different (in my game, no player will start out with more than ten in any stat, and even getting above five in a stat at level one is rare). That's about it. There's not gonna be any fetish content for a few chapters, fair warning. I tend to prefer to take the time to make my readers care about the characters and the setting before delving into that stuff. The bathroom needs system will still be present in the story before the fetish content, however. With everything I wanted to say out of the way, read on! Era of Survival: Rise of the Empress Chapter One: A Little Project “Big sis, I'm going out for kendo practice!” The call came from the other side of my bedroom door. I had expected something like this – I'd heard the footsteps as the speaker approached my room loud and clear. I knew that my sister, Suguha, was probably waiting there for any response I could give. Even a simple, one-word reply would have been enough to satisfy her. Despite this, I didn't say a word or even make a sound. My feet, which I had been dragging from side to side across my stained wooden floor before she approached, had come to a complete halt. Consequently, my black leather computer chair stopped swiveling around, matching my complete stillness and silence to the letter. The door was locked, as it usually was when I was in my room, so she couldn't just come in whenever she felt like it. Her only way of checking on me was to come up to the door and listen for my voice or sounds of movement. And because she was even more painfully straightforward than I was, she didn't even think of not announcing her presence so obviously, so she called out each time, giving me every chance I needed to react like this. Knowing all of these things and taking full advantage of them, I remained as quiet and still as humanly possible in order to wait her out. I didn't want her to know I was even awake. And since it was Sunday, the idea that I could still be sleeping in was conceivable, even at such a late time as twelve-fifty in the afternoon. Eventually, my plan worked. After a grand total of ten seconds of waiting, she began speaking again. “I prepared lunch for you. It's in the fridge whenever you get hungry. In case you're asleep, I'll text you about it in a bit. I'll be hanging out with the club after practice, so I won't be back to log into that game you recommended until tonight. See you then, sis…” I listened to the sound of the footsteps walking away from my room with an ounce of guilt. It wasn't really my style to just give her the silent treatment like this. My reasons for avoiding my sister weren't even her fault – in fact, they had nothing to do with her at all. The only connection they had was that all of my anger, acrimony, and outright hatred was currently directed at her mother… In other words, my aunt. Suguha and I weren't really siblings, but I still thought of her as one because we were very close growing up. Her mother, on the other hand, could barely hide her resentment of me for most of my life, and I'd picked up on it before I was even toilet trained. By this point, I was pretty sure it was because I reminded her of her sister – my real mom – whom I knew was my grandfather's favorite child. A fact which I knew because the old geezer never shut up about it or how I was the spitting image of my mom. And due to a string of events at school over the past year, we were having a difference of opinions over our living arrangements. I wanted to move somewhere else, to basically run away from some people I'd accidentally alienated, I did admit, and well… she didn't like that idea. In all fairness, she had the stronger argument on her side, but the way she was handling the problem didn't exactly scream parental figure of the year. “I already bailed your sorry ass out of one school system, kid. I'm not doing it again for a reason that isn't even half as valid like this.” My current personal pick for the next cover model of Punchable Face Magazine actually said that right to my face just the night before. Was I supposed to thank her for doing what any sensible parent would have done in light of the circumstances? Even right after she blatantly told me my current problems weren't important enough to warrant similar actions? "Go to hell, Midori," I muttered under my breath, making sure to be quiet in case my sister was still in the house. What a joke. That jealous hussy just wanted to watch me suffer in a way that my real mom, who was dynamic, outgoing and didn't struggle to be social or keep her friends, never did. The only thing I seemed to inherit from my mother was her physique, from the well developed figure to the incredibly short height. My personality, intelligence and thought patterns? They basically came straight from my dad with no alterations, as much as I hated it most of the time. This was why I didn't want to talk to Suguha at the moment. I couldn't let it slip that I was fighting with her mom. Or even worse, let it slip that her mom was my aunt, and that we were actually cousins, which I had tactfully kept hidden from her for the past five years. So until my emotions cooled down a little, I had decided to hold off on speaking with my sister as much as possible. BZZ-BZZ This noise, coupled with a subtle shaking feeling coming from the inside pocket of my dark gray denim jacket, interrupted my thoughts to notify me that I'd received an email. A single buzz would have been a text, and three of them would have been an app notification, but the presence of only two, along with the current time, told me exactly what to expect. Rather than get out my phone, I swung my computer chair around to face my desk, where three large, high-resolution monitors, both blackened due to inactivity, stood next to each other in a way that made them look like the three obtusely angled sides of a trapezoid in a geometry problem. Under the desk, there was another surface, attached to the one above it with a sliding mechanism. It was currently rolled under the desk, hiding what I kept there. I slid it out, and a keyboard and computer mouse appeared over my bare frightfully pale legs, still kept slender yet toned from my kendo days and the regular indoor weight training routine I’d kept even after I quit the sport. Since I almost never went outside except to go home, to school, or to certain stores, my skin looked significantly closer to that of a white American than that of a Japanese girl. In fact, my own family members all had considerably darker skin than I did, and they weren't even super huge on outdoor exercise or outdoor activity in general. When boys around me at school thought I couldn't hear, many of them described it as a charm point… and coupled with the other such points they'd discuss, I usually had to fight back a shudder of revulsion and the urge to slap them across the face. Knowing my bizarrely and disproportionately high physical strength, I could very possibly snap their necks by accident if I actually went through with a slap like that. Shaking my head to clear it of such morbid thoughts, I shifted the mouse, and all three monitors lit up, showing three different screens. The cursor moved to the one on the far right, which showed my work email inbox. It had just updated to show the new mail I'd received. The sender was just the person I'd been expecting to hear from around this point. I clicked on it, and it popped up in a little miniature window on the side of the screen. Sender: Kayaba-Sensei Subject: A Quick Notification I trust that your copy of EoS came safely in the mail. I wanted to inform you that upon successfully logging in for the first time, your account will be that of a normal player. Your developer status has been suspended to make it fair on the other players. That was all it said. I'd been corresponding with him since shortly before summer vacation, and to date, he'd never sent a message longer than a mid-sized paragraph. He was very brief and to the point, always conveying everything he needed to and nothing more. The honorific I used to refer to him, sensei, was purely sarcastic. He was hands down the smartest person I'd ever met, but as much as I'd tried to learn from him about his craft, the man had never taught me a damn thing I didn't already know. Sometimes I got the distinct impression that he avoided telling me anything new just to screw with me, but he was more the serious type, so it didn't really add up. And besides, though he never directly taught me anything, he sure didn’t keep me from learning things on his own, like the programming language he literally invented from scratch for the game he’d just called EoS. Said game, the acronym of which stood for Era of Survival, was a little project he'd been working on for quite some time. It was an MMORPG, and the first of its kind on the particular hardware it used. Back around the time summer vacation was about to start, Kayaba scouted me as a beta tester. He found me through my blog, where I built and sold custom high end computers, often with modified operating systems to fit the recipient, and had quite the reputation for being one of the best and most reasonably priced in my field throughout all of Japan. I also did computer repairs and upgrades, reviewed new parts shortly after they came out, and gave advice to people looking to build one themselves, which only added to my popularity. Still, my reputation aside, it never really added up how he managed to find me. After all, I was a computer nerd, albeit a multifaceted and successful one, and he was a revolutionary quantum physicist who happened to have an interest in the gaming industry for reasons I never understood. Realistically speaking, our paths shouldn't have normally crossed. Yet he contacted me through my blog's dedicated email, asking to meet up, and after asking me a few really odd questions, he offered to let me take the last slot of EoS' closed beta, which would take place over summer vacation. As was probably obvious, I accepted, and he gave me a developer account to allow me to see all of the under-the-hood functions of the game. I also had a direct contact line to the programming staff in case I noticed anything that needed adjusting, which I had admittedly used a few times to iron out some particularly big problems I’d found. To be perfectly honest, I was glad that he had decided to take my developer account away. Considering I still vividly remembered everything I'd learned from it, suspending it wouldn't exactly remove my unfair advantage from a knowledge standpoint, but at the very least, I'd have an equal standing with the rest of the players. I didn't like being special in ways I could avoid it, so having a developer account had always bugged me during the test period. Deciding that by this point, there was no way that my sister was still in the house, I clicked the reply button, entered a new subject header, and began typing out my response. I kept it short and to the point, as in tone with that of the message he sent to me as I could muster. Subject: Too late for fairness Considering my memory is eidetic, the damage has kind of been done in terms of giving me an unfair advantage. But I'm still grateful for the gesture, since I'd like to appear as normal as possible, and having a purple "Dev" next to my player name wouldn't exactly make that easy. The game got here just fine, by the way. You did send it first class, after all. I've already got the cartridge in my Nerve Gear, which I set up for use again yesterday, so at this point, I'm just waiting for the hour to turn so I can play. After finishing, I hit send, and the message composition window disappeared. It occurred to me that most people in my shoes probably would have been total kiss-asses. However, it never really occurred to me to treat him as someone special, even if he most certainly was such. Because at the end of the day, whatever his reasoning was, he was the one who sought me out to play his game, not the other way around. So at the very least, this meant he held me in some regard from the start. I got his attention by doing what I normally did, so I never saw any reason to change my behavior. Finished with my correspondence for the moment, my eyes turned to the web page open on my far left monitor. It was a live countdown to EoS’ launch time, down to the thousandth of a second. It was telling me I had about six minutes to kill before the server went online – enough time to take care of the remaining preparations. First on the list, I shifted my gaze to the monitor in the middle, which had my blog’s front page loaded. I wanted to let my followers know I’d be playing the game all day, and therefore that I wouldn’t receive their emails until nighttime. I moved my mouse over to the text box which said “New Blog Entry Here,” then clicked on it and immediately began to type. Just a heads up to all followers and customers, both current and potential: I’ll be playing Era of Survival all day since it launches today, so all emails you send will be responded to after I log off late tonight. Thanks for your patience and understanding! And to those of you whom I convinced to get one of the hundred thousand first release EoS copies: I’ll see you in the game! I’ll be going by the same name I do on this blog for easy identification. And just a heads up: if even a single one of you fuckers steals my username’s normal spelling, you will be entitled to one brutal in game death a day, courtesy of yours truly! See you all online! My message to my followers complete, I quickly hit send and swiveled the chair around to face my room, takins survey of the task that lay before me. The floor wouldn't exactly count as spotless, but it was very well organized. Anything that took up space on the floor was properly packaged or put away – nothing was just lying around messily. However, when my eyes moved about a meter up, I found a completely different picture before me. In the center of the bedroom, I had three card tables set up. Not a single one of them had any spot with even ten centimeters of free space in any direction. Almost all of the surface area was taken up by ongoing projects – at least five half built computers stood out like mountainous islands among everything else strewn about the tables, each surrounded by an amalgam of parts that still needed to be physically installed. I probably didn't have time to finish any of them or make any room, so I turned to the right, coming face to face with my bed, the entrance to my room, and my dark violet walls that I got painted shortly after moving in. I had wanted to paint them black or dark gray, but my aunt vetoed both of those, telling me that having a room those colors would only make my depression worse, which she said would defeat the whole purpose of moving to a new house. So I settled for a very deep purple, since I'd been told all my life that my anomalous bluish gray eyes looked violet in the right lighting. My bedroom door was a bit atypical for a Japanese household, but not incredibly rare – rather than having a sliding door, I had a European-styled wooden door, with a bronze-colored metal knob that could lock from the inside. This was an absolute necessity from my standpoint, and it was honestly the reason we chose this house specifically – its doors locked and if they were locked, you couldn't just force them open. My queen-sized bed had a memory foam mattress that I didn't have when we bought the house. Instead, I bought it a few months later, as the first purchase I made in full with my own earnings from the computer business I'd started. However, at this point, one could not see the mattress directly, because of the presence of plain navy blue sheets, leopard skin-patterned blankets that I'd bought on a whim, and three fully built laptops that were currently situated on the bed. The two at the foot, which I kept there with no worries since my feet didn't even reach that far down even when I stretched out, were ones I'd built for the purpose of selling that I still needed to modify the operating systems of. The third laptop, currently charging on my extremely fluffy pillow, was what I currently used for running my blog from the bed when I didn’t want to get up, making purchases, and the occasional gaming session in bed. This was what needed to move – in order to play the game that was about to go online, I'd need to lie down in bed and make use of the pillow currently occupied by my portable computer. I stood up, walking over to my bed and grabbing my laptop with both hands. Setting it on the floor for the moment, I then turned to my large, whitish, oak wood nightstand, my eyes zeroing in on one particular device sitting next to the lamp. It was a streamlined helmet colored a dark blue, with an emerald green visor in front to cover one's eyes and a long, blue cord stretching out of the back end, the color of which matched the helmet. That cord was already plugged into the wall – I'd set it up the night before. I grabbed the helmet and set it on my pillow, the pillowcase of which matched the leopard print of my blanket. I made sure to be as careful as humanly possible when setting it down and moving the cord – if I somehow accidentally damaged it at this stage, I wouldn't be able to play EoS for days, possibly weeks. These things were sold out in stores all across the nation. After making sure everything was perfectly fine, I grabbed my laptop from the floor and set it in the spot on my nightstand where the helmet had once been, with notably less care than I'd used just before. That damn computer was durable as hell, so I didn't need to worry about it nearly as much. I cast another glance to the live countdown. Three minutes left before I could start playing. As much as I hated adding to the stereotype, I had to admit that the passage of time seemed excruciatingly slow now that I was paying close attention to it. I didn't want to be even a second late in logging in to make sure I got to use my username instead of some random troll, so I couldn't really leave my room, and there was nothing left to do inside it that wouldn't take more time than I had. With nothing left to do, I sat down on my bed, deciding to just get ready a few minutes early. I swung my bare legs onto the bed, absently noting that I'd gone the entire day so far without changing or putting on any clothes aside from my jacket, which was more of a comfort than anything else. I'd just kept wearing what I'd slept in, like usual – this time, a dark gray shirt and a set of black lace underwear that I'd received from an asshole family member as my fourteenth birthday present the month before. While the message of “get laid” that such a gift sent was irredeemably insensitive and somewhat cruel to me, I'd taken to wearing them anyway, because no matter how much I hated that idiot for giving them to me, they were certainly very comfortable, and they were also my favorite color. The fact that they were comfy was weird in and of itself, because they were lace, and therefore not supposed to be as comfortable as what I normally wore. I'd done a little researching shortly after receiving them and I'd found that the brand my family member had chosen was actually really high end, and that it typically made underwear with both fashion and comfort in mind. Knowing I'd probably just killed another thirty seconds, I made a grab for the helmet on my pillow. Turning it a little as it rose through the air, I gently slid it on my head, then shifted around a little on the bed before inevitably lying down. I didn't even bother getting under the covers – though winter was quickly approaching, I still didn't feel cold. Everyone in my family seemed to be remarkably temperature insensitive, to the point that changes in temperature that weren't at least five degrees would go completely unnoticed unless we constantly monitored the thermostat. As I lay there waiting, my eyes wandered around the visor of the helmet I wore. There were two displays, both very small, showing across the whole thing. Those displays would not be visible at all unless one was wearing the helmet – they appeared on the visor using the same technology that EoS ran on. It directly displayed the images to one's brain as pre-interpreted visual data, so there was no need for the displays to actually be on the visor. On the far right, in the upper corner, there was a battery icon. Mine indicated that it was both fully charged and plugged in, the latter detail being shown by a lightning bolt in the middle of the battery. Which made sense, considering it had been charging all night, and even before that, I hadn't used the thing since EoS’ beta, where I always kept it fully charged and ready for action. The other display, situated in the upper right corner, told the current time in text about the size of the battery icon. It only had hours and minutes, no seconds, and it was a twenty-four hour clock, rather than a twelve hour one. As I looked at it, the readout said 12:59. All this super slow-paced thinking had worked marvelously for killing time. Although how I actually managed the feat of slowing down my normally light speed thought processes was a bit of a mystery. I knew I could do it on command, but I'd never figured out how it worked. I had less than a minute to go. This was the most excited I'd felt in months – back in the beta, I'd been positively addicted to EoS, and I'd spent more time playing it than I did anything else, to the point that I'd forgone meals and sleep regularly to keep going. Even though I wouldn't be able to put the same amount of time into it now, during the school year and with my computer business not on hold, I still planned to play as much as possible for someone with my schedule. At long last, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the clock turned to 13:00. Filled with joy and anticipation, as soon as the numbers on the readout changed, I uttered a single phrase, just two English words. The words that, unbeknownst to me, would be the catalyst of an event that would change my life forever. “Link start!” Well, what do you think? Personally I'm of the thought that for an installment that was mostly written seven months ago, it holds up with my current stuff pretty decently. But you guys are the judge of that, not me! Be sure to let me know how I did. If you're one of the people who has also read the original version of this chapter over on FFN (I'm looking at you, Shirou), be sure to tell me if you think the changes to this version made it better or worse, too! I'm kind of on the fence about whether I want to continue using the story this first chapter came from as a base for the next chapter as well. See, I'd have to rework a lot more of the next chapter in order to make it work correctly, because the original version was set in a death game version of Gun Gale Online, and as such was futuristic rather than old-fashioned. It'd take almost as much effort to rework it as it would to simply write the next chapter from scratch... but if I went with using the existing chapter as a base, you'd get to see scenes from Klein's perspective. What do you think I should do? One way or another, I'll see you next time!
  12. So the time has come for me to have a long, extended period of time where I have nobody stopping by, no plans for me to go anywhere, and all that fun jazz. This means that I'll be able to do what I want where I want to in the house. Fun fun. One of the things I decided I would do was wet my bed, something I haven't done in memory. So even if I have to purposely do it, rather than have it happen "naturally," I'll do it. I have decent protection ready to do so too. At first, I also decide I would just wet all the time, but I've upgraded it to not using the toilet at all. If I have to do anything, I will do it in my pants. This will include messing as well, it's something I thought of doing while reading someone else's posts, so it's something I'll do. Poor washing machine and shower's gonna get a lot of work this week. Still, wish me fun. I may consider posting a sort of "daily journal" if others are interested.
  13. (Well, this is just a random story I wrote. Been playing one of my OCs again and wanted to write something about them. Would do something a bit more plot and character related but…council. Art for reference: https://www.dropbox.com/s/10d4een7p5zzp35/The%20Red%20Knight.jpg?dl=0) The Red Knight(Whom I will often be calling Red for simplicity.) was nervous. This was her first attempt at leading herself. She and Robin were pupils to the master tactician Travis, part of his four person squad that served the Omega and his goals. Normally he lead lead the squad on missions, his powerful control of the battlefield keeping them all alive. But as one of his two tacticians in training, she had to learn to do it as well. At least she couldn’t do worse than Robin, she figured. The man had destroyed his foes, but his leadership left a bit to be desired. He almost seemed to delight in throwing his units in situations they barely escaped, leaving the unit with six heavily injured soldiers, two lightly injured, and only two healthy. Robin had done most of the work himself, his physical protection rather than guidance keeping the soldiers from outright dying. She promised herself she would do better. Today it was just her and the ten women that formed the mercenary group they were currently working with. Tyra, the elder blue dragon who opposed Tiamat for control of the chromatics, was off battling the mother of dragons. Her adopted daughter, Jill, originally Tiamat’s daughter and a massive red dragon who had taken the Red Knight’s master as her mate, was with her. She couldn’t help but feel jealous when she thought of the red. She had vied for her master’s attention before, but he did not seem interested in placing it on a student. Every time Jill kissed him, or greeted him with one of her powerful hugs, she burned with jealousy. All she got was friendly greetings and the usual advice. Pushing her absent companions out of her mind for now, she turned to face her squad. They were lined up, geared up and ready to go. Scanning down the line of mercenaries, Red nodded in approval. “Alright ladies, here’s the plan. Our job is to destroy the shadow sources so the Omega can hold the zone. We’ve done this before, should be a routine job. I’ll be leading this time. I may not do as well as Travis, but I’ll do a better job than Robin did.” At that several of the women grinned. “We’re ready when you are commander.” One of the mercs, Carissa, said. She was one of the more experienced woman, and wore heavy scale armor with a pair of battleaxes at her sides and long, light brown hair down to her shoulders. The Red Knight nodded and concentrated. Her mind washed over the team, and she could feel all of their emotions, all of their conditions. She was the battlefield. The team turned and vanished in one concerted teleport, appearing on a field of semisolid shadow. Three glowing nexus’s floated above the ground around the area, and a variety of shadow creatures already stalked the ground. “Go!” she shouted into everyone’s minds, and they were off. Red felt her chess pieces flood onto the battlefield, spectral images of herself in different uniforms standing guard over her teammates and flitting about the battlefield, shadows of glowing red energy. First, she took stock of all her troops. Carissa was at the vanguard, both axes drawn as she leaped upon a shadowy humanoid. Her axes tore into its essence with ease, the magical weapon tearing shadow like flesh. Right behind her was Diana, an exceptionally tall and supremely arrogant blonde. She wore heavy plate armor, but it barely seemed to slow her. “Try to keep up!” she shouted as she dodged past Carissa, bringing her greatsword to bear against the flank of a massive shadowy worm, a powerful blow driving into its flank. She could feel the warrior was…nervous!? and almost laughed aloud. Now that she was keeping everyone’s statuses, she could see Diana’s true colors. The warrior had already shit herself a bit as she waited for the battle to start, nervous about going into combat again after her serious injury under Robin. Stifling her laughter, she ignored the small lump in the blonde’s pants only she could sense and moved to the next merc. Alesha was next to engage. She held a broadsword tightly in both hands, studded leather armor showing off her curves while giving a bit of protection to complement her mobility, long red hair flaring out behind her as she moved. She danced between the legs of a Titanic shadow, blade cutting out again and again. Once again, the enchanted equipment had a noticeable effect, gashes tearing in the flesh of the shadows legs. It seems her attempts to hamstring it simply wounded it more, however. Anna spun forward after her, her glistening black crystal plate armor radiating fear, her brilliant red hair trialing out the bottom of her helm . It did little good against the shadows, however, and luckily didn’t affect her allies, so she simply resorted to bringing her massive hammer spinning around into the side of the nightmare worm’s maw, joining Diana in attempting to slay the beast. A trio of women were next. Cyan, Cyril, and Cyrene. They all had matching short black hair, and each wore matching chainmail armor, the links glistening mithral. The shortest of them wielded two daggers, one glistening with fire and the other with cold. The middle sister wielded two scimitars, both hissing with acid. The last had a pair of green, glowing arms sprouting from her side, the psionic limbs supporting a pair of dual wielded greatswords that crackled with lightning and thunder, respectively. They moved in unison, the Cyrene, who stood almost as tall as Diana, let the Cyril take her shoulders. Cyan leaped onto hers in turn, and together they launched the smallest sister into the air, sending her crashing into a massive flying shadow. Her daggers dug deep, and she pulled, the best careening towards the ground into the other two’s reach, and they fell upon it. Luna, an archer, stayed back beside the red knight, her white hair long down her back and her body protected by pure black leather armor, enchanted with stealth. It didn’t matter against the shadows, however, and she simply raised her bow and sent a shower of sparkling arrows flying towards another flying shadow, the trail a bright light in the darkness of the realm. A pair of blue haired mages brought up the rear. Both wore their dark blue hair long down their back, dressed in matching red robes and carrying matching black staves. Only their eye colors differentiated, Mina’s eyes a bright green while Mila’s were a light brown. They unleashed waves of magic over the mercenaries, hastening their movements before opening up with spells of light and fire, the shadowy enemies immune to the more effective methods of magical disablement, paralysis and mind control. She could also feel Mila was desperately full and almost groaned. The mage should have gone beforehand if she was so desperate. With everyone’s status accounted for, the whole train of thought taking only a moment, Red moved to engage. Energy flared to life around her, and her whole body glowed with red energy, her sword shifting from metal to pure energy in an instant. She advanced down the middle of the enemies, past her troops, and engaged another titanic shadow. Leaping into the air, powered by a flow of air, she struck its arm and cut clean through, severing the limb. She felt herself stabilize in the air, and rolled in midair, avoiding its other swinging arm. Pushing off of the air she lashed out with psionic power, a shadowy flyer coming at her falling to the ground in pain as she blasted it with a combination of psionic energy and magical fire. Feeling the rush of both magic and psionics flowing full force through her veins, she casually raised her sword and caught the nightmare’s returning arm on it, severing it off and leaving the creature armless. Spurring forward in a burst of psychic emery, she drove her blade through its face, the massive monster dissolving into shadowy essence. With her free hand she raised a shield of arcane energy, catching the powerful cone of icy death launched her way and absorbing it into more energy. Emboldened, she leaped for a worm, but it dived into the ground. Turning, she raised her sword high, and brought it down with a brilliant flash of power, red energy engulfing one of the shadowy nexus’s and obliterating it. Her attention was tugged away for a moment, however, and she realized the perils of maintaining a collective with a group of warrior women. Diana hacked away at the worm in front of her, Anna working on its opposite side and forcing it to keep turning in an attempt to catch ones of them. She was unprepared for the hand that reached down and grasped her. One of the giant shadows had flickered from its position across the shadowy field and appeared beside her. She felt her strength start to drain as its ghostly hand scooped her up in its giant grip, and she let out a scream of fear. Her body went limp and her bladder trembled uncontrollably, leak after leak of pee soaking into her undergarments. Dropping her greatsword, he quickly lost complete control, streams of urine soaking her legs and armor and falling from her, yellow streams cascading down from the giant’s grip. Red’s piece was there, however, and it phased through the giant’s hand, pulling her free and dropping her swiftly and safely to the ground. The giant tried to attack, but roared in pain as a prismatic beam slammed into its side, knocking it backward in a dazzle of rainbow energy. Her bowels were trembling but under control, though she barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief and get her fingers around the hilt of her fallen sword before she looked up and yet out another girly, fearful shriek. The maw of the giant worm she and Anna had been fighting was bearing down on her. It looked badly injured but it was still going to eat her. She let out a mewling whimper more appropriate to a scared little girl than to her massive frame and desperately threw her hands in the way as fear coursed through her. A lout pbblltt sounded as she violently shit herself, dark mush flooding into her underwear and then into her armor as her body forcefully expelled its waste. The smell and sound were both awful and unmistakable. Then end never came, however. Anna lunged forward, massive hammer cracking into the side of the worm’s head and sending it flying to the side, collapsing into a pile of shadowy essence and spiraling away. She turned to Diana, a slightly amused but sympathetic grin on her face, and held out a hand to help her up. Diana sniffled, wiping back the start of tears, and took her hand, letting Anna pull her to her feet. The black armored redhead patted the blonde’s back, and Diana composed herself to head back into the fray. The Red Knight could feel the fear flowing through Diana, the release of her control. It was all she could to do keep control herself, groaning as she doubled over and pushed a small lump of poo into her formerly pristine red panties. Steeling herself, she fought off the rest of the mental assault and lowered her connection to the others a bit. Preparing herself for further attacks, she stood up again, wincing as the lump of poo moved around in her panties. She turned towards the second nexus and sprinted for it, but a shadowy spider the size of an elder dragon rose up in her way, and she skidded to a halt. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a trickle of pee flow down her leg, this time not from someone else’s leak. Cursing under her breath, she watched as it raised its massive leg and took a swipe at her. She leaped forward, dodging the limbs blow and attaching herself to its side, running up the massive limb. When she neared the top, however, it brought another limb swinging up, and the spider’s blow hit her head on. The red energy around her flickered, her powerful barrier absorbing the blow. It faltered, but held fast, and the spider’s leg was deflected away with a screech of pain. The blow rocked her, however, and she could feel a distinct dampness in her panties telling her she had leaked more. Angrily raising her sword, she went straight for its head. Her pieces were still defending the squad, but her lapse in control spread like a wildfire. It was a result of the connection that they hadn’t expected, with both Travis and Robin being male and immune to the overactive bodily functions women suffered in battle. Mila suffered the effects of Red’s leak first, doubling over with a grunt as she pushed a log into her panties. Her desperation was too much to contain with the sudden urge to release. “Mila look out!” Mina shouted as a massive shadowy bird dived towards her sister. Mina tackled Mila to the ground, clearing her from the bird’s path, but its shadowy claws snatched her up. Her bladder was already eager for release and a golden cascade fell down on her sister as Mina was scooped up. Mila felt herself get thrown down and let out a pained sound, groaning as she pushed another log into her panties, involuntarily forcing more out with the impact. She was peeing now as well, desperate to get everything out. Her red robe was horribly stained, but she was shaken from her stupor when Mina’s pee soaked the upper portions of her dress. Concentrating, she forcibly pushed a third log into her panties, then looked up and cast a powerful spell, the shadowy bird turning to pure ice. Seeing that Mina was free, she bore down again, trying to finish wetting and messing her dress as quickly as possible. Everything pooled beneath her where she sat, and she realized this would be a bit too much of a mess for prestidigitation. Mina landed on her feet beside Mila with grace, her feather fall spell gently setting her on the ground. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at her sister’s accident. “I told you you should have gone beforehand.” She scolded. From across the battlefield she heard a massive roar, and turned bright red as she let out a fearful whimper and a blast of hot, liquid mess. The back of her dress darkened, and with the roar, Red’s influence, and the sound of her sister messing herself beside her, she couldn’t hold it back. Another wave of hot muck sprayed out, overwhelming her panties and dress completely and dripping down her legs. She held a horrified expression as a noisy fart escaped her, and then another, longer burst of diarrhea exploded down her legs, liquid poo puddling beneath her as she continued to helplessly shit herself. Luna ran, turning and firing a desperate arrow occasionally. With the others occupying the larger creatures, she found herself being swarmed by every single one of the tiny humanoids. Red’s chess pieces had intercepted many blows, but she had taken several, and she was getting tired. It seemed there was no end to these things. Suddenly, the swarm vanished. She paused, confused. Suddenly she heard a sound and turned. The whole swarm was behind her, using the same blinking some of the others had used. They were on her in an instant. She desperately removed her bowstring, slamming a few creatures back with her bow like a quarterstaff, but soon she was overwhelmed. She felt her essence start to drain into the shadow and panic completely overtook her body. She looked up into the eerily grinning face of a shadow and helplessly lost all control. Pee soaked her black leather armor, not very noticeable but leaving every inch of her bottom soaked. The back bulged out as a large lump of poo forced its way into her tight armor, then more and more forced its way out, spreading along the back of her tight armor like a pancake. Her bottom and legs were soon coated with pee and poo as she felt all light fading, the shadows taking her. Just as her consciousness faded, she saw a bright light pierce the shadows around her. Travis approached the fallen archer, smoking staff still in hand. There was no trace of the pure energy blast that had utterly annihilated the attacking shadows, but he still radiated an aura of power. Slinging the staff over his shoulder, he picked up the unconscious archer. “Just because I am not leading this fight does not mean I will allow anyone to be lost.” He said quietly, and vanished with a flicker of energy, taking the badly injured woman back to their base. The triplets were fighting the remaining big monsters, the other four split off to head for the last gate. The three of them worked in perfect concert, elemental weapons cutting down giants, birds, and worms alike. They seemed untouchable, any hit that broke through tier formation being absorbed by a one of Red’s pieces, their leader still watching out for them. They struck down the last monster with satisfaction, the three of them hugging one another as the last normal monster fades. Diana, Anna, Alesha, and Carissa joined together, cutting down one last worm from their path and heading for the last nexus. The last of the monsters fell behind them, and the Red Knight would end hers soon. As they neared, however, space rippled in front of them. A massive, six winged dragon, its head full of glowing red eyes and its mouth full of massive red fangs, tore its way into the demiplane. An aura of fear radiated off of it, and it let out a massive roar. Its arms moved in casting, and it lashed out at the triplets with a spell, then turned to face the terrified women before it. Diana had enough when the fear aura hit her. Pee she didn’t even know she still had sprayed down her legs at the sight of the dragon, and a fresh burst of waste pushed its way into her armor, spreading the mess even further down her legs and ass. Her legs trembled and she teared up, and when the dragon roared she fainted dead away, bladder, bowels, and bravery exhausted. Carissa faired a bit better, letting out a quiet whimper of fear and clamping down on her muscles as hard as she could, preventing a solid release. Her bladder, on the other hand, couldn’t be stopped, and her tight armored pants echoed with a hiss as she forcefully and fearfully emptied her bladder into them. She stood frozen with fear as she peed herself like a frightened child, whimpering. As the stream died down, the veteran fighter collected herself and advanced towards the massive dragon. Alesha clamped down on her bladder, forgetting about her bowels, the opposite of Carissa. She let out a pained, involuntary groan as the first soft mass pushed its way into her panties, quickly followed by a wave of brown sludge, then another mass and another. She trembled as Carissa did, shitting herself in terror. She was at least spared the childish whimpering thanks to her pained groans. When the dragon roared, her hold on her bladder faltered, and piss sprayed down her legs, studded leather darkening. She looked up, meeting the dragons eyes, and fell to her knees, helpless in the face of its fearsome gaze. Her bladder was going full force now, along with her bowels, and the stench was terrible as she emptied herself into her armor, entirely humiliated and helpless, unable to continue the fight. Anna fared better than her comrades, at least. Her armor reduced the impact of fear on her along with its other effects, and she leaked for a moment, the front of her panties dampening and the back of them browning slightly, but she held it together. Hammer in hand, she shook her head to clear it, then followed Carissa towards the dragon, hoping her other two companions would be okay. It swooped down to meet them, its shadowy form dwarfing them a hundredfold. It released a massive cone of blue fire, but a pair of Red’s pieces stepped in the way, the ones dressed as bishops, and they dispersed the fire to either side, leaving the pair unharmed. Anna could swear she heard a “Tsk” from the dragon. It descended, and its claws reached out, grabbing at the pair. Carissa activated her ring, and teleported out of the way. Anna tried to dodge, but there was no way she could. The claw was just too big. The dragon scooped her up, and seeing Carissa reappear, sent his massive tail spiraling towards her. She looked up too late, and it hit her full on in the stomach, and the rest of her really. The loudest fart yet was heard from the veteran merc as her mess was quite violently forced out of her. One instant her pants were clean, in another they were sagging heavy with foul mess. A full load, enough to make her armored pants sage with a bulge the size of a baseball or two, was pushed out in an instant. Forced by the impact and lubricated by fear, she humiliated herself in less than a second. She went flying across the battlefield, landing in an unconscious heap. Anna looked up at the dragon in horror as it drew her closer to its maw. She felt her muscles trembling, fear slowly gaining ground. As it opened its jaw her bladder opened involuntarily, and the inside of her pristine armor soaked through, the crystals lack of joints causing the pee from her impressive bladder to pool at the bottom of her feet and climb up her legs as she filled the inside of her tight armor with warm, liquid fear. As she entered the darkness of its maw, she felt the edge of a sharp tooth brush her and closed her eyes. Her stomach rumbled, and despite her best efforts, the shadowy, deadly feel of its tooth was enough. She pushed a wave of soft mess into her underwear, then another. More and more soft, firm mess filled her panties, spreading out and coating the inside of her armor in poop. She shook with fear until she finished messing herself, then wondered why she wasn’t dead. Opening her eyes, she saw herself outside the dragon’s mouth, and it was grinning at her. It gently set her down on the ground, and she fell onto her butt in a daze with a splat, only making the mess worse. What was going on? The three twins had just enough time to celebrate their victory before they were thrown into their own illusionary horrors. Cyan found herself in a pit of snakes. The effect was almost immediate. The youngest sister who had a crippling fear of snakes curled up into a ball and sobbed. She didn’t even try to stop herself as she peed full force into her chainmail skirt, soaking her panties and the cloth that guarded her legs from the mail, the puddle spreading over her and soaking her entirely as she hid in a ball of her own piss. Her bowels luckily didn’t hold much, and she quickly pushed a large stool into her underwear, but it was able to contain everything. Cyril found herself looking at a pair of skeletons she quickly recognized as her sisters. Tears stung her eyes and she rushed over to them. “Nonononono! I can’t be!” she whispered tearfully. When she reached them, she knelt down, and let out the loudest shriek of fear yet. The skeletons eye sockets were filled with spiders, her worst fear. Falling back on her bottom, she desperately scrabbled away, leaving a trial of pee behind as her bladder released into her panties and clothes. She managed to make it to the corner of the room, a large trial of pee showing her path across the room. She realized her butt was completely smeared with poop, having involuntarily released everything the instant she saw the spiders. Her capacity wasn’t much greater than Cyan’s but she had dragged it everywhere. Her armor would take hours to clean and her clothes were likely unsalvageable. But at least she was away from the spiders. Cyrene found herself facing her worst fear as well. She found herself in the water. She desperately tried to swim upwards, but her armor was too heavy. She tore at it desperately, but it would not come off. Her oxygen drained quickly with her panic, and soon she was choking, trying to scream as horror completely overtook her. She lost all consciousness as her bladder and bowels emptied at the same time, the water around her yelling and her soaked clothes staining. The back of her armor bulged out immensely, her garments unable to hold her considerable mess back, the clothes and panties horribly stained brown as soft mess drippled down the back of her legs. Back in the real world, the triplets were position as in their illusions, Cyan curled up in a ball, Cyril sat on her messy bottom, and Cylene laying on her back. Eventually, the illusion faded, and the younger two sisters woke to their unconscious and extremely messy older sister. They moved over to her, and with combined effort, lifted her. The Red Knight fought the giant spider as she felt her soldiers crumbling around her. Cursing silently in her head as her attention was drawn to a hundred different places defending them, she cut deep into the spider. The sudden release of so many shook her a moment later however, and she feel, clutching the bottom of her skirt in desperation and also to prevent it from flaring up. Another, slightly larger lump was forced into her panties, and she no longer had any concentration left. She wished she could yell at him, wished she could kill this thing and end it… The other nexus exploded behind her, and she resigned herself to focusing her attention on holding it and freeing the illusioned women. The now larger bulge in her panties was uncomfortable but she could handle it. Her spell carried her gently to the ground, and she banished the illusion on the triplets. She turned upwards, wincing as the spider advanced on her overworked form and raised a leg to crush her. A few streams of pee trailed down her legs, but she knew her ward would protect her. A moment later, however, the massive dragon crashed into the spider, sending it crashing to the ground like a collapsing titan and tearing into it with furious teeth, claws and wing buffets. At least he was helping now. Gathering herself, Red made her way to the last nexus, raising her sword and unleashing another pulse of red, pure energy. Corona, her sword, struck again, and the nexus shattered. The shadowy nature of the plane faded, returning to the harmless demiplane it had once been. Sheathing her sword, she let out a sigh of relief. “At least I made it through relatively clean.” She said aloud to herself. She was still shaky from everyone else’s release, but she had made it. “Boo!” she heard from behind her, and let out a loud squeak. Her weakened bladder gave out and a waterfall of yellow streamed down between her legs, soaking her red panties thoroughly and puddling beneath her, thankfully leaving her skit and legs untouched. Her bowels forced another lump into her panties, then another, and soon the bulge forced them out to their full extent, not quite enough to peak down below her skirt but sizable. Striking out behind her, she spun and punched the giant of a man standing behind her, grinning. Her fist, even charged with energy, didn’t seem to do much, but he winced, a rare sign of pain from the giant of a man. Somewhat satisfied, she growled at him. “What the hell was that about, Robin!? I had this under control, we had it won! And then you had to go and take out the rest of my soldiers!? Are you just jealous I was doing better than you!?” Robin couldn’t contain a chuckle, putting his hand on the average sized woman’s head and easy task for the seven foot tall half giant. “Perhaps. Perhaps the master just wanted me to amuse him.” Red blushed hotly, but she knew Robin was teasing her. He knew of her affection, and its lack of return. She didn’t need his teasing right now. Shaking her head, she retorted. “Maybe you just wanted a show. It doesn’t matter I suppose, as long as master realizes how well we would have done without your intrusion.” They both knew he didn’t interfere for his own desires. He was willing to amuse others tastes but he wouldn’t go out of his way for it. But it was the only defense she had. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go gather up the army that you threw all over the battlefield.” She added with a huff. Turning, she let out an eep as she felt Robin;s hands grab her legs and back and scoop her up. “Travis is taking care of that.” He told her. “I’m to take you back.” “Let go of me you big oaf!” she shouted in indignation, punching uselessly at his shoulder. He turned away from the scene and she slumped against his shoulder, basking in the warmth of his body as they left the cold, shadowy plane. “You did a wonderful job.” Travis told her, smiling. She had just returned from the plane with Robin, slipping out of his grip and going to meet Travis while the others cleaned up. She shifted uncomfortably in her messy panties, though she knew there was no trace of her accident visible. The energy around her kept the smell from escaping. She liked to keep her accidents secret, especially when they were intentional or prolonged. “You defended the squad in an exemplary manner, and still fought well yourself. You did, however, fail to keep Luna well-guarded. Dedicate someone to that next time, had I not interfered you would have lost her.” His voice was the same monotone no matter which part he was delivering, which was a bit creepy. “You did much better than Robin, at least. If not for his interference that would have gone off well. Congratulations, Red Knight. You have earned the right to lead your own squad.” Red beamed with pride. For once, she was flooded with happiness. This was her goal. She was affirmed as good enough, as strong enough, to be a commander in the Omega Watch. It was an exhilarating feeling. It was missing one thing, however. She wished he would reach over, grope her bottom through her skirt like he always did with Jill. Anything. But there was nothing but a sense of pride over her accomplishment, pride of her growth. Nothing more emotional than that. And while she was happy, excited, she was also forlorn. “Thank you, commander.” She managed, keeping her voice as formal as possible. Bowing her head in farewell, she left the room. Robin was waiting outside the door, joining her in her walk the instant she exited. “Jealous?” she asked. “Hardly.” Robin replied, rolling his eyes. “You were always better at leading. An exemplary performance indeed. Just one little flaw.” His hand reached under her skirt, groping her messy ass. “Pervert! Jerk!” she shouted, shoving him away and protectively covering her butt. He laughed once again, raising his hands defensively. “I was just pointing it out. None of your squad noticed.” Putting his arm around, her started leading her towards her quarters as she pouted. “I…think I understand how you feel. Sorry about that. Are you going to be alright?” She was silent for a moment. “I’ll have to be, won’t I?” Robin was aware of her longing, the only one here who was. He had comforted her when there was no one else, and while neither of them thought there was more than close friendship between them, she needed something to distract her. And often, he needed something to distract him. He had his own issues. “Just…maybe come with me, alright?” He nodded and pulled her close, petting her hair as the pair entered her quarters. He didn’t know if she meant as someone to cry on or for something more intimate, but he would support her regardless. Sometimes he wondered if his master knew, or cared. Of course he knew, and of course he cared. So what game was he playing? (If anyone is up for rping in this setting by the way I’d be up for it. PM, I have some ideas if you don’t. And of course, comments and criticism. My proofreading is lazy and my writing is shaky so I need all the help/support I can get. And I swear the other two parts of Kagero story are coming.)
  14. DsGSilver

    Journey to Arnwick

    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.
  15. Do you like my sexy booty shorts? They’re brand new and so tight and stretchy— they look great on my curvy bottom. This bruise on my thigh? I got a hard spanking a few days ago cause I keep having too many accidents…it’s so unfair! It’s not my fault I can’t stop messing my pants! I keep showing off my sexy ass for you…I’m not even wearing any panties under my shorts. I’m not too worried cause I don’t feel like I have to go….uh oh! My shorts suddenly fill with a large poopy bulge. It’s so noisy and there’s no hiding the mess in these tight stretchy shorts. I can’t believe I had another accident. It feels so warm and mushy and smells soooo bad. Oh my god! I moan about the situation in my pants, then peel down my shorts to show you my messy ass. Then I pull them back up and wiggly my butt at you, showing off just how you like it. I’m still embarrassed, but the warm mess is starting to make me horny…I rub my butt a bit and tell you all about how it feels. I pull my shorts down a few more times so you get to see everything. *disclaimer* No scat only messing in panties PinkGymShorts.mp4
  16. So, got a two in one for you all this time. The first occurred when I was about 5 or 6, the second in the later months of me being 7, maybe a bit closer to my early months of being 8 So, this first one occurred while I was shopping with my mom around Toys R Us. As I was looking at some action figures, and as I shifted to look at another, I felt a pressure subside in my lower gut. I didn't think much of it, until I let out a pretty noisy fart a few seconds after. Me and my mom look at each other, and the next thing I now, I'm brought into the women's room, set on the changing table, asking if I have to go anymore (and if I did, to just let it out, I mean, I had already pooped), and my mom is wiping my stinky butt down. Though, oddly enough, I saw anyone else coming and going, pun not intended (this time), as kind of a blur. Once I was in a fresh diaper, we continued shopping. Second one was a fun one for me. A big Toys R Us near my house was holding a YuGiOh tournament in its parking lot. As a HUGE fan of YuGiOh, I had to participate, even brought a GX-era Duel Disk. As I dueled with a kid around my age, I began to concentrate more. As I was about to make a move, I felt my bladder release into my diaper. I ended up losing, but even still, I had fun
  17. diokno44x

    female The Preschool Potty Rebel

    This little incident occured in, as the title suggests, preschool. I was about five, and attending preschool at the YMCA. This was my first month there, and as I had used up my last diaper shortly after arriving, and had gotten changed by my mom, I was out of diapers till the end of the day. I was dressed in my usual attire of sneakers, I don't recall the brand, dark blue sweatpants, a T-Shirt, and a dark blue sweatshirt. I would eschew this in warmer months. It was during story time, one of my favorite times of the day, that I began to feel my breakfast, which I think was oatmeal, and the bottle of milk, start to kick in, exacting a pressure on my bladder and bowels. Normally. I would have been fine with just going then and there, but without the smell encasement of a diaper, I was kind of worried. Lucky for me, my teacher called up a bathroom break. One by one we were sent into the correct gendered bathroom. As I entered, and stared at the toilet, a sense of unease came over me. You see, aside from liking them, the reason I wore diapers up till the summer-ish between 2nd and 3rd grade (Though I did need them at night for a month or two after), was A. I was uncomfortable with public restrooms outside my home environment, and let's face it, public bathrooms aren't always the cleanest, and B. A slight fear of the flushing noise. However, that was quelled by a tiny mischievous side of me. I remember trying to calm my unease around public bathrooms, and in a weird way, rebel against that particular toilet, I simply plopped onto it, and began grunting and releasing. My bladder went first, soaked through my dark pants and into the toilet below. Meanwhile, my poop slithered out into the back of my pants. Wiping up, I dumped the poop out of my sweatpants and into the toilet below. Hiking my pants up, I washed my hands. I was still a bit freaked out by the flushing noise so I didn't flush (And let's face it, there are some toilets with insanely loud flushes), and left the bathroom. Throughout the rest of the day I either peed in intervals into my pants, thankful of their dark color, or, if it was poop, improvised. Like for instance, making sure no one could see me, I would go behind a book case, slide my pants down, do my dooty on the floor, pull up my pants, and go on my way. That was a fun day
  18. So this has been in the works for a good long while, and finally I finished it. This is going to be an ongoing story unlike the others I've posted here and also unlike the others this is going to have male wetting in it. Before this story begins, a patented Clom disclaimer: This story is the first one I'm writing that is going to have male desperation and scenes properly devoted to male peeing. HOWEVER: There will be no male messing scenes. Male messing is still of no interest to me and any scene involving it will be for female characters only. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Just a blurb so people can read what to expect besides the usual stuff: Riley Walker is a girl with a knack for thievery. She can pick a lock, hotwire a car and ride a motorbike with the best of them. With her friend, Lev, a boy with a talent for hacking and electronics, she travels the desolate planet of Atticus VII, scraping a living with any crime syndicate in need of her services. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter I: District Delta It was meant to be a simple job for Riley and her friend Lev. A girl like Riley could do any petty job thrown at her by any syndicate on the planet and she’d get results. It was never anything special, boosting a car or two from some moron who couldn’t make his payments, an illicit street race down the ruined highways of Atticus for wagers and pink slips, and everything in-between. The point being that if it was do with cars or motorbikes, illegal or otherwise, Riley was the girl to do it. So when Riley had turned in a “repossessed” roadster on behalf of Quadrant Alpha’s Russian crime ring, she didn’t take too kindly to being refused payment. The bounty for the car, ten thousand credits, was a fair price for a simple job, but as Riley pulled the roadster into the back alley garage, it became quickly apparent that the boss had no interest in paying her. “Ain’t my call, and don’t go chasing it. Get the fuck out of this town and say nothing more about it.” The mechanic, a thick bodied Russian, had told them with a hostile tone, shooing them away from his garage. Riley was pissed, of course she would be. She was, feeling like there wasn’t much choice, content with getting out of town with nothing more than a furrowed brow and a few curse words. Unfortunately for Riley, Lev couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Trouble had followed him around like his own shadow and once he’d discovered, while he was casually browsing his tablet, a backdoor into the accounts of the local crime syndicate that’d refused to pay them for a job well done, Lev couldn’t help but attempt to put his years of expertise as a hacker to use. The thing was, Lev was arrogant; He didn’t expect such a low-end crime syndicate to have even an ounce of decent cyber-security if any. But the boy was proven wrong when a built-in virtual intelligence within their vault had detected an unauthorized attempt to withdraw funds from it. Alarms rang and the VI controlling the vault had traced the point of entry to Lev's tablet. Both of them had to make a quick getaway, but not without company. For the whole night, Riley and Lev were hounded by a bounty hunter of the syndicate they’d tried to swindle. Riley took her motorbike down the long stretch of highway, toward one of the largest cities on Atticus VII: District Delta. It was early morning when Riley pulled into the charger station in the lower boroughs of District Delta. The few inhabited skyscrapers and houses still gleamed with a neon red glow within the deeper slums of the city. The two suns of Atticus were rising over the cityscape, tinting the sky with an orange glow over the clouds of grey smog. Riley pulled up to the nearest station to charge up her bike. The small charger station greeted her with a quiet hum as the neon blue hue of the station was taken by the darkness of her bike’s black paintjob. The station was empty, not many people awake yet which meant Riley and Lev were the only ones there. She killed the bike’s engine, the loud high-pitched rumbling died down to silence. She lifted her helmet and shook the sleep from her eyes, her dark brown ponytail swinging with the tired movements of her head. Riley was a stunning girl, twenty years old, long brown hair she kept in a ponytail, and a face that rarely smiled. Brushing the dust off her biker’s jacket, Riley breathed in the polluted morning air. Riding all night had left her black jacket and cargo pants dusty. “You think they’re far behind?” She turned and asked Lev. Lev hopped off the motorbike and stretched. He was younger than Riley; Seventeen, but he looked younger than he was. His hair was short and shaggy, like it hadn’t seen a comb in a while and his face was skinny with a few freckles on his cheeks. He dressed like Riley, a set of biking gear with only one distinction: his jacket was grey. He took off his helmet and sat it on the seat. “They were far behind two hours ago when you turned off that ramp. I’d say we’re good for now.” Riley nodded. Outrunning that bastard of a bounty hunter had put her in a rare good mood this morning. Nobody could match her when it came to her and her bike. She’d been riding since she was thirteen. Seven years of her life on the seat of her Vortex V1. “Alright, I guess we’ve got time to get our beauty charged up. You jacked the full bounty right? Ten thousand credits?” Lev pulled out his tablet from his bag and began flipping through some pages on the holographic screen. The screen lit up and Lev looked to Riley with a nervous glance. “We’ve got two thousand credits, more than enough to get your bike charged up.” Suddenly, Riley felt her smug look melt into misery. “Two thousand? You mean to tell me we’ve been on the run the whole night, chased by a bounty hunter, for a measly two thousand credits?” Two thousand credits would charge up her bike and if they were lucky two nights at the dingiest motel in the district. Riley took a deep breath, she couldn’t believe it, their lives were worth two thousand credits. Lev chuckled nervously. “Well… two thousand two hundred credits. I’d have taken more but I didn’t think some Russian crooks would have such a sophisticated security system.” He rubbed at the back of his neck and smiled like that would stop Riley from clobbering him. “You know, it’s better than what you’ve put together the last week. If it wasn’t for me you’d be riding out of that Quadrant with zero credits!” "And no bounty hunter crawling up my ass either..." Riley grumbled, knowing that Lev was right. It was the fact that he was right that made her that little bit more pissed off. “Charge the damn bike.” Riley chucked her helmet at Lev, who in surprise nearly failed to catch it. “I gotta go take a leak.” She stormed off across the foreground and off around the back of the station. “And pull the damn thing further into the station, it’s easy to see there!” On her walk up the dank sidealley, a flickering commercial board caught Riley’s attention. It was the only light she had in the dark dingy alleyway. That was all those old advertisement screens were good for now: Lighting the dark streets. The board crackled, an image of the planet coupled with the known symbol of Trident corporation flickered on the neon screen, illuminating the small pathway with a bright neon glow. Come To Atticus VII. Your Future With Trident Corp. Starts Today. The writing read in large neon white lights. “Bullshit.” Riley scoffed. “Nothing left here but everybody the rest of the galaxy doesn't want.” She hadn’t been born at the time of the cataclysm, the series of earthquakes no doubt caused by Trident Corporations greed for the planet’s minerals that had forced all operations on Atticus VII to halt indefinitely. But since that day, the once prosperous planet had now become a hive of crime syndicates, terrorists, and political exiles who needed to escape the ever watching eye of Trident Corp. Riley ignored the board, wondering why somebody would waste electricity keeping the dumb thing lit, and continued off toward the toilet. The rusty old door opened but the bathroom was pitch black. Riley knew it was the bathroom, no other place gave such a welcoming stench. It repulsed her, it always did. She looked back down the alleyway toward the foreground and decided since the station was empty that she could just do it in the alleyway. Nobody would see if she squatted down behind a dumpster and took a piss there. But as Riley was unzipping her trousers she caught the sight of an old security camera scanning the station. The camera beeped and suddenly it’s attention was on Riley, watching the girl as she held her unzipped trousers up with one hand. “Criminal activity detected: Violation of Law segment 2B1F: Public indecency, in progress.” A robotic voice chirped. “Failure to cease will result in immediate alarm and contact of nearest law enforcement agency.” “Yeah, yeah…” She sighed and began to zip her trousers back up, knowing the camera would pester her until she complied. “What idiot even wastes energy on those things anymore…” Security cameras were a dead technology on Atticus, a waste of electricity for most places. If it didn’t have a gun mounted to it, it wasn’t doing much protecting. Frustrated, Riley zipped her trousers back up and gestured angrily to her crotch, making sure the camera got a good view of her trousers with the zipper up. The artificial intelligence, or whatever was manning the camera, was pleased with Riley’s actions “Criminal activity 2B1F: Public indecency, deterred. Resuming surveillance routine.” The voice chirped and the camera moved on, continuing to scan the station. Riley grumbled, she hated using public toilets, especially these kinds, the filthy kind of that greeted you by stench and not by sight first, but after so long on the highway she couldn’t hold it any longer. She had been willing just to do it behind a dumpster she was that desperate. Being in the headlights of that bounty hunter’s car gave her and Lev no time for anything. Even when she thought they’d lost them along an old storm drain they still couldn’t even have a simple piss break before they were in the headlights of the bounty hunter’s car once again and zooming down the long expanse of the Atticus highway. The bathroom lights came to life with a dying buzz as Riley flicked the switch. The long fluorescent light flickering above lit up the graffiti-laden walls with a nauseating blue tint. Riley sighed, held her nose and walked stiffly to the stall. Just as she expected, a small steel toilet in a cramped cubicle more fitting for a prison. She hated this, the seat was always cold on her butt and god knows how many people had just pissed all over it. Guess I’m just hovering over the seat. She began undoing her trousers again. She was just about to hover over the steel bowl and finally take a piss when she heard the bathroom door creak open. A woman talking aloud on her cell phone entered the poorly lit facilities. “Yes, I’m still tracking them. Been following them down the highway the whole night.” The woman had a smooth voice, New Russian. “Vortex V1, nice bike, not that hard to keep track of.” Suddenly, Riley froze. Vortex V1... that was the model of her bike. Her whole body tensed up as she quickly realized who the woman speaking was; It was the bounty hunter. Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. She thought; it would be just her shitty luck that they’d appear as she was finally about to take a piss she so urgently needed. Riley zipped up her trousers, once again unrelieved and stood quietly in the stall. She couldn’t let the bounty hunter know she was here, she had to be quiet, deathly quiet. There was a sound like something being put by the sink. Riley watched as a pair of black boots walked past her stall and into the one beside her. The door slammed shut and the lock clicked. “I have to ask though, is this really worth it for such a measly amount of credits?” It went quiet for a moment, the only sound Riley could hear was the woman as she began to relieve herself, the sound of her powerful stream striking the metal bowl resonated through the bathroom, teasing her. “Yeah, I know: Sending a message and all that. You want them dead or alive?” Riley bit her lip, not only from fear but the pain in her bladder. The sound of the woman’s piss striking the metal toilet was conjuring the fantasy of her pulling her own trousers down, hovering over the bowl and finally taking that long-needed piss she'd been holding in for so long. She could’ve if she was feeling brave; the woman didn’t know she was in here, but she knew she couldn’t. She couldn’t undo her trousers, hover her ass over the filthy bowl and let loose. The very second the woman zipped up and was headed back to her car, she needed to be out with Lev and halfway into District Delta. “Heh… alright. I’ll make sure to aim for the head.” The woman chuckled. “I’ll call you once the job’s finished.” The phone beeped to signal the calls end and the woman finished up in the toilet. Just like Riley, the bounty hunter clearly didn't have time to take a piss break as her stream persisted for a near minute. That had been an agonizing forty seconds for Riley, listening to the woman’s stream striking the toilet had tortured her bladder like a cruel nightmare. She crossed her legs, squeezing them together tightly and bit her lip. The woman zipped up and headed out, back over to the sinks. “Alright my friend, let’s go hunt us some brats.” Riley shuddered, and for a moment thought she was going to piss herself as she heard the sound of a gun being loaded. The door to the bathroom slammed shut. Riley breathed a sigh of relief and counted to ten. Once she hit ten she’d run out, back to her bike and get the fuck out of here before the bounty hunter could notice. She hoped it would take her a while to recognize her since she’d rode with her helmet on for the whole night, but once she’d get a look at her Vortex V1, she’d pick up their trail right where she left off. “And ten!” With that, Riley shot out of the bathroom, down the side alley and toward the foreground. Her full bladder didn’t make running easy; it made it painful. Horrendously painful. She was sure a leak or two escaped but she couldn’t tell for certain, and she didn’t care; pissing herself was preferable to a bullet in the head. Lev was by the motorbike, waiting for Riley. He had a face of horror as Riley gestured for him to get on the bike. She grabbed her helmet, put it on, and quickly started up the engine. "Woah, what's got you all jittery?" Lev spluttered, speaking as fast as he could speak. "Bounty hunter. Get your damn helmet on, we've gotta roll." With a powerful rev of the bike's engine, Riley pulled out of the charger station and back onto the main road leading into the lower boroughs of District Delta. There was no way the bounty hunter didn’t hear that noisy exit. The Vortex V1 had a very distinct sound, one that easily drew attention; And Riley was right in thinking so. A sleek muscle car pulled out of the charger station, smoke rising from it’s wheels as the engine’s roar echoed over the streets. A V28 Mustang, one of the finest muscle cars in the entire galaxy. Carbon-fiber frame, built in nitrous tank, light and sleek design, all topped off with a one thousand volt engine that gave that stallion a fearful edge over any competitor. That was the car that was now pursuing Riley and Lev through the foggy streets of the lower boroughs. It was fast, almost matching the speed of the Vortex V1, but it couldn’t maneuver as easily. It may have been a sleek ride, but it still wasn’t enough to match the agility of a motorbike. Riley turned off at the first street she could, further down into the foggy streets of the the district’s ghettos. The fog and dimly lit streets made it difficult for her to see, but she found her way. The old apartments buildings loomed over her, passing by like flashes of light as she got the bike to it's top speed. Behind her, the rumbles of a loud engine hounded her like a lion. The Mustang was close behind, tailing the bike, it’s grill a few inches away from her tail. A gunshot echoed through the air. Riley felt the hairs on her neck rise as a second shot echoed. She gained speed and shifted along the road to avoid the gunshots. Her heart had never felt so close to beating out of her chest as a third shot echoed in the morning air. Lev grasped Riley’s waist tightly with fear. She kept weaving between the road and the curb, making it difficult for the bounty hunter to aim her shots. The Mustang didn’t struggle to match the Vortex V1’s speed through the narrow streets. It was only on the corners Riley felt like she could lose the car. The Mustang couldn't turn as quickly, drifting around with a screech of it’s burning tires, but on the straight roads it was near impossible to lose it. The Mustang's speed and acceleration rivaled her bike on the straight roads. She cut along the pavement, making sure the Mustang couldn’t take advantage and ram the back of her bike as she tried to turn the last corner. She turned down onto a long street and floored it, pushing the bike to it’s limit. The cityscape of District Delta came closer into view. The car caught up quickly, the beam of it’s headlights and vicious roar of it’s engine were right behind her. Riley could feel the warmth of it’s headlights as the driver managed to pull alongside Riley’s bike. Riley knew what the bounty hunter was trying; She was going to try and spin her out. One good hit to the tail of her bike and she’d have them both on the cold concrete. That kind of maneuver though, that gave Riley an idea: If she could hit the brakes at the right time, she’d be able to avoid the sideswipe and get behind the Mustang. It would have to turn and catch up, there'd be no way it could catch up easily if Riley turned back, breaking off from the main road and sticking to the narrow streets and alleyways while the Mustang was recovering from it’s failed maneuver. It needed to be timed right, just as the Mustang was coming in to ram the bike. Riley took a deep breath, clutching the handlebars with a finger on the brakes. Just as the car went to swipe the rear of the bike Riley slammed the brakes. Rubber began smoking along the concrete as the tires screeched to a halt. The force nearly knocked her off as the rear of the bike lifted into the air. Riley cringed as she felt Lev’s hands dig into her waist as he couldn’t anticipate the sudden stop. His hands pressed uncomfortably against her bladder, any tighter and she was sure that she would’ve undone herself and pissed right there and then. The Mustang, still at full speed, flew past the halting bike. The angle the driver had come in at to spin the bike out, as well as their speed, forced their car to spin out instead in a glory of smoke and screeching tires. The rear of the bike crashed down and knocked Riley and Lev up. Riley hissed, the jolt was powerful enough that she felt a spurt escape into her underwear. It wasn’t small either, she could feel a large wet patch dampening her crotch. That didn’t matter now, she had to ignore it and keep going. Once she was free from the chase, she could pull her pants down and piss in the street for all she cared, she'd go anywhere at this point. She spun the bike around and drove down the way she came, making sure to turn off and down into a narrow alleyway, too narrow for the Mustang to pursue them. The side-paths and alleyways led out onto another road underneath a now defunct railroad overhead, half a mile away from the main road she'd turned around on. Riley pulled the bike into a narrow side alley and killed the engine. She could hear the roar of the Mustang's engine nearby, a few streets behind it sounded like. This was a good enough place for them to hold out now that she’d bought them a moment. Once the car vanished into the distance, she could find a place to piss and then head off into the district. "Keep quiet, Lev. Just for now." Riley whispered without any real reason. It was like instinct. With the silence of the city, all Riley's mind could linger on was her bladder. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but now Riley could feel just how desperately she needed to piss. She couldn't even say she had to, she needed to more than anything at this point. Her bladder burned and the lightheadedness from the high made it difficult to keep strength in her quivering muscles. It felt like somebody was trying to fit the whole ocean into her already full bladder. Riley gritted her teeth and pushed her crotch as hard as she could into the seat of the bike, trying to stop anymore leaks from staining her underwear. “Gah! Fuck!” She cursed as she felt the warm patch that had leaked into her underwear push a dampness against her lower lips. Any other situation, she would’ve jumped off the bike, dropped her trousers here and taken a piss right beside the bike. There’s nothing she wanted more; the pain between her legs, the burning in her pisshole was getting too much to bear. She considered it, oh she considered with great thought but with the bounty hunter nearby she needed to be ready for a quick getaway. It would be an unfitting end if she was caught with her trousers down, squatting with a puddle of piss pooling around her boots. If she couldn’t find a moment to piss soon she’d be going on the bike. Her thoughts rushed into nothingness as she heard the roar of a car engine nearby. She'd been so caught up in thinking of pissing that she hadn't noticed that the sound of the car wasn't getting further away, it was getting closer. A bright set of headlights stared down the long street, illuminating the buildings and the rusted railroad supports with a blinding white light. She heard the car pull up, the engine gently rumbling as it came to a stop. “Shit!” An angry woman yelled, followed by the frustrated slam of a door. Riley’s shit luck had caught up with her again as the bounty hunter had pulled off onto this street to vent her frustration. She had no idea her targets were just a few feet away, lying low in the shadows of a dark alleyway. They were trapped. She couldn’t just drive out, she remembered the gun the bounty hunter had on her. If she tried to make a clean getaway up the street they’d be an easy target. Riley needed a quicker way to escape, and as she scanned the surroundings, something caught her attention. Another alleyway across the street. Riley saw it, so did Lev. A bunch of sheet metal and pallets hastily stacked caught her eye. Riley smirked. She knew what she could do; those stacked up sheets of metal made a perfect ramp for a motorbike. If she could hit the jump, she could clear the wall and be away before the bounty hunter could catch up. It would take a certain kind of crazy to do such a dumbass, daredevil antic, and Riley was that kind of crazy. She pushed the urges of her bladder to the back of her mind and focused on the alleyway ahead. This needed to be perfect, she needed the right speed, the right angle, everything had to be perfect. She welcomed the challenge, smirking as she flipped the visor of her helmet down. “Think you can do it?” Lev asked. Her bladder didn’t matter anymore, nothing around her mattered. All she could see was the ramp; their escape route. She chuckled. “Just you watch me.” She revved the bike’s engine once, twisting the handlebar to get a feel for it. She revved it again and on the count of three let go of the brake. The wind pounded against her helmet as she rode along the street at top speed, across the middle of the road and down into the opposite alley. A gunshot echoed in the air, narrowly missing the bike and it’s riders. Riley felt her heart skip a beat. Lev’s hands squeezed tighter around her waist in fear, pushing against her bladder once again. Riley couldn’t think about it now but she was reminded as his hands shook with the vibrations of the bike, shaking her body and bringing the full feeling of her bladder to the front of her mind. The wheels scraped the bottom of the sheet metal, and Riley panicked as she felt the bike jolt as it rode up the sheet of metal. But she didn’t lose control, the speed she was going it was impossible to be on the ramp long enough for it to collapse under the bike’s weight. It had worked, the bike took off and over the wall. For a brief moment, it felt like she was flying. The sky felt closer than the ground as the bike rose. Riley couldn’t believe it, she’d pulled off the dumbest move she could think of and better yet... succeeded. She felt butterflies in her stomach, an adrenaline high unlike any before that made her whole body tingle. Down the bike came with a thud, the bikes suspension lifted them both from the seat and back down with a bump. It was then, Riley felt it... It was the jump that did it; the jolt of her body as the bike hit the ground undid all the effort Riley had put into holding her bladder. Riley felt her face drop; She'd held it through gunshots and a high speed chase through the lower city, but one dumbass stunt of her own doing was all her body needed to finally turn the valve on her bladder. Her muscles, already weak from her efforts to hold it, unclenched and without warning Riley began to feel a flood of piss pouring out from between her legs, spraying out into her trousers and underwear. It wasn’t subtle, it was a warm flood pouring out into her trousers, a flood of hot piss that her bladder couldn’t hold any longer drenching her lower body, pooling around her buttcheeks and thighs. Riley had no choice but to keep riding, enduring the growing sea as it spread out into her trousers; she felt her underwear cling to her thighs and the inside of her buttcrack, they felt warm and unpleasantly damp. She could feel her stream spreading down her legs, wetting her lower legs and trousers, creeping slowly into her boots. She could let herself enjoy the momentary relief she was feeling at least. Coupled with the adrenaline high she was currently feeling, it felt as good as an orgasm, a wave of pleasure shot up her spine and filled every inch of her body. Riley moaned with pleasure, she had held all that in for the entire night and now it was flooding out of her in one large wave. It was warm, it was wet and Riley hated every second of it, but at the same time she loved it, finally she was relieved. But her bike… the warm dampness of her piss pressed against her backside, wetting her back further and soaking her ass as well as the seat of her bike. She’d pissed herself on her bike… her most prized possession... and she’d christened it with a stream of piss. A mile or two east, Riley had no choice but to pull them into another alleyway. She had to inspect the damage, and the morning winds as she rode had caused the pool of piss to quickly become crotch-numbingly chilly. Riley pulled her bike into a random alleyway and killed the engine. All she could hear was total silence. They were safe for the moment, for definite this time. She took off her helmet and looked down at her crotch, frowning as a dripping puddle of piss pooled from her crotch and down the leather seat of her bike. “Hey, Riley… I… the seat feels warm…” Lev sounded as embarrassed as Riley felt. He didn’t say anything else, but his reddened cheeks and shy eyes said more than his words could. “No shit.” She replied bitterly, letting her thighs be refreshed with the warm dampness pooling around her ass. She slumped down, her backside pressing against the wet seat, squishing and squelching with the movement of her buttcheeks. “You mind keeping a lookout?” She asked casually, pretending that she wasn't sitting in a pool of her own piss. “I’ve got to change…” Lev hopped off the bike and hung his helmet on the handlebars. “Y-Yeah, sure. Actually, I’ve gotta go take a pee myself.” He unzipped his jacket and hung it over his helmet, exposing his arms to the chilly morning air. There was always a spare change of clothes in one of the saddlebags. Some clean underwear and a spare pair of black rider’s trousers. Riley quickly wiped herself off with a wet wipe, wiped off the puddle from the leather seat and changed into her spare clothes. As she changed, Lev used the time to empty his own bladder, relieving himself against a wall in the alleyway. Riley was envious, extremely envious that Lev had the pleasure of peeing freely. The boy had held it in all night just like she had and it was obvious as he pissed for a good minute, his piss steaming up in the morning air as it splattered against the cold concrete wall and pooled around his boots. “Haa…” He sighed, shaking off the final drops and zipping his trousers back up. He looked at Riley with a red face and low eyes, almost looking guilty that he could enjoy that. “You good?” Riley nodded meekly as she looked down at the saddlebag now containing her soiled trousers. “Good thing they’re waterproof… and easy to clean.” She mumbled to herself about the saddlebags. “Yeah, I’m done. You finished up too?” Lev stretched and looked back to the large puddle he had made now running down the sidewalk. He leant up against the bike and pulled out his tablet from the other saddlebag “I took a look through some encrypted channels while you were in the toilet; to see if there was any work for you.” He turned his tablet for Riley, showing her a small map and some details of a little town within the lower city. “There’s a small slums on the west side docks. It’s Yakuza territory, no way a Russian would go near that place. I’d say it’s as good a place as any to lie low… might even have some work for you.” Lev grabbed his helmet and jacket. “What do you say?” A crime syndicate, right under District Delta’s nose. Everything there may be supplied illegally, but it would also be cheap. To Riley, a town dealing in shady activities right under the law enforcement's nose would feel like home. She grinned and sat back on her bike, clutching her helmet in her hands. “I say let’s get going before the suns rise. I haven’t had udon in ages.” She grinned with joy, just like she had earlier that morning. They rode out from the alley and with a screech of her bike’s tires, Riley rode full speed down the empty street, down towards the western docks of District Delta.
  19. Tmoore

    Tara poops her diaper

    Tara (from Kim Possible) poops her diaper in front of Ron while being stuck in a janitor closet with him. Art was done by Sketch man for me as a commission https://sketchman-dl.deviantart.com/
  20. heartfulwarm

    From my game

    Hello, I'm working on a fantasy game that I'm making and I wanted to share this with you. It's basically a wetting animation for whenever the women wet themselves in game. This particular character pictured is pending, meaning that she may or may not be in the game. I'm somewhat satisfied with the result except for the puddle. Messing content is below, some in combination with wetting. I can post more pictures, since I got other if anyone wants more angles and views.
  21. Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look like? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^
  22. A beautiful little game where you're a cartoon female operative/astronaut who's mission is to fix some stuff on Mars. There's no ending to this game really except for you just keep going until you get a bad end. Throughout your mission, you're gonna get facetimed by your boyfriend back on Earth constantly and you'll have to manage your bladder and bowels so that you won't have an accident in front of him. There's no male diaper art but there is male diaper dialogue stuff. Currently, there's only one minigame in this game (though there might be more in the future). This game is pretty short but it can be pretty fun and challenging too. Check the tags for gag warnings and enjoy: https://princessaika.itch.io/messages-from-mars
  23. So, this memory is really the only time I can recall getting caught padded by an educational instructor when I still wore diapers frequently. Before I eventually settled at the local YMCA for Preschool, my mom tried out a few others. One that stood out was this really art focused one with a pretty anal retentive teacher. Well, during this one incident, I was still getting used to the toilets at the place. They had, oddly enough, the kind of single toilet+sink combo bathroom one would find in a nurse's office, which thinking back makes some sense, as there weren't too many kids attending there, less than twenty. So, I feel the need to poop and I head on in the bathroom. Still not used to the toilets there yet, I slipped my pants down, sat on the seat, and pushed the load into my diaper. My teacher probably thought I was taking a while and came in as I was pulling my pants up. She yelled at me, and suffice it to say I didn't attend the next day...plus the place was PRETTY pricey
  24. Hello, everyone! Anyone who read any of my Overwatch stories will probably know what to expect, but for those new: I love fear wetting/messing, and there is a lot of it. While I'm only opening with the one short story here, this thread will be where I post any others I write. So for now, I hope you guys like it! The Battle of the Broken Shore An Alliance ship sailed for the Broken Shore. The Legion had returned, and a massive battle was unfolding there. The situation was dire, dire enough that King Varian Wrynn himself was coming to face the threat. Miriam and Lia, two Alliance knights in their full armor and colors, looked out at the pale, unearthly green glow on the horizon. After a few tours on Outland, Miriam had learned to be deathly afraid of the Legion. Lia, however, had never confronted so much as an imp. What a surprise she’s in for, thought Miriam. People were shouting suddenly. What was wrong? There was too much noise from every direction. All the ships, all the people shouting, the waves, the sounds of demons. DEMONS?! Strange, gargoyle-like creatures at begun attacking the ships. Some landed and entered into brutal melees with nearby soldiers, but some just grabbed an unlucky victim and flew off with them, taking them who-knows-where. “Come on, Miriam, we have to help!” Lia shouted, as she drew her sword and shield and made for the enemy, as one of the beasts landed on their particular ship. But Miriam did not move to help. She was completely still with fear. She’d seen what demons could do to even the strongest of mortals. She’d seen how many of them there were. As the gargoyle raked its claw across a knight, tearing his armor wide open, Miriam’s wavering control over her bladder failed. Hot urine streamed into, then through her panties, wetting them. She felt the urine flow down her toned, muscly thighs, then flowing out between the chainmail segments of her armor, loudly splattering onto the wooden floor beneath her, leaving a fairly embarrassing puddle. Lia was still foolhardy in her bravery, and climbed atop the demon, expertly shoving her sword into its neck. It screamed in pain before collapsing to the ground, dead. Despite this victory, Miriam’s fears were not abated, for she could only think that it took half a platoon of seasoned men and women just to kill one of the beasts. Lia strode over, a look of mild annoyance upon her face, “We could have used some help, you know,”. “I… I know, I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve seen what demons are capable of,” “Then why don’t you help us stop them?” “That’s why I’m here, but just… being face-to-face with one, I couldn’t move, I could only...” she glanced down at her puddle with shame. Lia took notice of the puddle, too. She place an armored hand on Miriam’s armored shoulder, and with some sympathy said “you can trust me to have your back, you know,”. She gave her shoulder a bit of a squeeze, “I can trust you to have mine, right?”. Miriam’s fear subsided a bit, “Yeah. Yeah, you can,”. A man up in the crow’s nest suddenly screamed down to the crew, “INFERNALS! EVASIVE ACTIONS!!”. Miriam might never have seen those strange bat demons before, but she was well acquainted with the dreaded infernals. Terrifying, towering monsters made of black rock and green, demonic fire. She looked to the sky, and sure enough, several meteors leaving fiery green trails rained from the heavens upon them. Miriam felt her bowels begin to loosen, for if an infernal crashed into their ship, no amount of skill or training would save them. She might not have been the most pious individual, but she began to pray to the Light for safety. As she prayed, the ship nearest to theirs was suddenly obliterated in a massive explosion of green felfire. Anyone who wasn’t incinerated immediately was likely to drown, or to become food for the island’s less-than-friendly marine life. As she watched the wreckage sink, yet continue to burn in its demonic way, her bowels expelled their contents. Her black panties bulged, and reached out until they touched the seat of her plate armor. Her expulsion was forceful, and Lia, who heard the sounds of Miriam’s release, looked at her butt to notice that Miriam’s armor covering her ass actually moved back slightly. Miriam continued pushing log after log into her armor, her attempts to regain control were utter failures. Lia couldn’t judge her, for her own panties became wet with urine upon seeing the explosion. She didn’t fully lose control, but most certainly had a wet spot the size of a few coins on the front of her skimpy black panties. She felt a single, small trail of urine course down her right leg, making its way into her boot. Miriam looked out at armies of demons gathering on the shores, the ones she’d be fighting in mere minutes. She was terrified beyond all recognition, but she would fight, for that is what a warrior does. And looking at the other knights on the ship, she was far from the only one who’d be running into battle in sodden panties, if all the armored feet standing in puddles was any indication. This was going to be a long battle. ----------------------------------------------------------- Lia was on fire. It was probably best to specify that she was not literally on fire, considering their opponents. No, she was on fire in the sense that she must have killed sixty demons in half as many minutes. Her armor was tattered and largely destroyed by now. Her chestplate had been discarded, leaving only a chainmail shirt covering her upper body. One of her shoulder pads had been blown away, leaving only the pad on her right shoulder, which was dented and damaged. Her helmet had been knocked off, revealing her scarred face, and long blonde hair. She was quite the demon, herself, spitting toe-curling curses as she carved through demons like a knife through butter, and issuing terrifying war cries. Quite frankly, the loss of her armor only made her faster, not more vulnerable. Miriam’s job at this point had devolved into protecting Lia’s backside from any demons attempting to sneak up on her. Her wet legs and messy bottom were uncomfortable, still, but she ignored it for her friend’s sake. A large felguard charged at the duo, screaming all the way. Miriam raised her shield, and braced herself for the battle. She and the demon parried and struck with wild ferocity. The felguard was obviously surprised by her strength and fortitude; perhaps they’d been promised easy conquest and were finding it not-so-easy. After a few more rounds of striking back and forth, Miriam’s sword slashed across the demon’s hamstring, bringing down into a kneeling position. With the difference in height now negated, Miriam swung, and decapitated the monster. She turned towards her friend, “Lia, did you see that?!” she shouted with pride. Her happiness died quickly, however, as she saw Lia being thrown to the ground by an enormous doomguard. The beast roared, and Miriam felt her crotch grown warm once again. Small rivulets of pee worked their way down her legs. The demon raised its weapon up, preparing to bring it down upon Lia, who had long since discarded her shield. Realizing this, Miriam threw her shield to Lia, who grabbed it eagerly. The doomguard brought its massive sword down, slamming into the shield. Lia was an expert at playing through the fear, but today it got the better of her. As her arms nearly crumpled under the weight of the next strike, her bladder crumpled under the weight of her fright. Warmth engulfed her crotch and ass, pooling on the ground around her. On the next hit, her bowels voided, propelling her semisolid mess into her skimpy panties, which could hardly contain it. After the next hit, more mess came out, overwhelming her (poor choice in) panties. As the mess slipped by her almost thong-like underwear and into her armor, another hit nearly split the shield in half. She was certain that one more hit would cleave the shield, and also her, in half. The demon screamed suddenly, however, and Lia looked up to see Miriam mirroring her own trick from earlier: she had climbed upon the demon, and was stabbing it in the neck. The beasts overly-muscled arms could not reach her. With a few more gory, grotesque slashes, Miriam had all but removed the demon’s entire throat, and it finally collapsed, dead. Miriam offered Lia her hand, which she accepted. She stood, and prepared to face more demons, but she noticed: her army was retreating. The demons were advancing. A loud, authoritative voice boomed in the distance, “Fall back! Fall back! We’re retreating from the Broken Shore!”. While it certainly wasn’t hard to understand why, looking at the incredibly massive force of demons, Lia still could hardly accept it. Only when Miriam grabbed hold of her arm and began pulling as hard as she could did Lia move. They boarded the ship that brought them here, which had mercifully not been incinerated, yet. Only moments after they stepped foot on the ship, it began to depart, leaving anyone still on the Shore to their fate. Lia was very grateful that her armor hid her fairly large accident from the other knights. As she saw some female draenei priest whose pants had a large wet stain down the front, and a lumpy, brown bulge in the back, she was reminded that there were probably very few people on this ship who hadn’t soiled themselves pretty thoroughly. She looked back at the island, hatefully. This time, Miriam put her arm on Lia’s shoulder, which gave some comfort. The mess that was smeared across her ass and some of her legs just seemed to accentuate the feeling of total defeat. They would come back. She would come back. And next time, she would not lose.
  25. Hi! I've only posted a few times here but this is my first fiction story. I'm going to split it into a few chapters, one of which will contain messing. Enjoy! 5:00AM I hear my alarm blaring, signaling me to wake up for the most important job of my life. Time to down some coffee and hit the road. "Alexa?" my girlfriend Jade groans, turning over groggily. "Hi baby. Getting ready for my interview for my psych internship. I'll be back later!" I said kissing her on the forehead before she drifted back to sleep. I got dressed up for the interview, slipping on a pair of my favorite pink panties with lace trim underneath my gray pinstriped office style pants with a blazer to match over an aqua blue shirt as I waited for my coffee to brew. I waited for what felt like an eternity until I finally heard the ding signifying its readiness. I barely waited a minute for it to cool before slurping down about 3 cups worth, not knowing what lay ahead. After sprinting out the door and hitting the road, I almost immediately hit a wall of traffic after merging onto the highway. I groaned audibly, realizing that not only was I going to be late, but I would soon have to find a way to empty my rapidly filling bladder. "Ughhhh this is going to take for fucking ever," I cursed to myself. I had now been sitting in awful traffic for twenty minutes with little to no movement. "I need to peeeeeee! Please move." My pleading didn't miraculously part the two lanes of cars in front of me like I'd hoped. With no movement on the traffic front and little hope of getting to the office without having an accident like a kid, I took a proactive approach and began searching for something to release the increasingly unstable ocean of urine inside me into. I rummaged through my glove compartment and the seats and everywhere in between. "I know there's a bottle in here somewhere," I thought to myself as I continued to dig. I finally found it under some papers and trash and was so ecstatic at the possibility of relief that I let a spurt out and wet my panties a little bit. I quickly unscrewed the cap and attempted to lower my pants and underwear, but of course just as I was ready to relieve myself, traffic finally began to move.once again, I began to lose hope, as I was still over half an hour away. Traffic was moving quickly enough to keep me from stopping to pee in the bottle, but slowly enough that I could still be late. My situation was dire and I began to lose hope that I'd escape with unsoiled clothes. Completely wetting my pants was the worst thing that could possibly happen in this situation and was simply not an option. I couldn't just show up to an interview in urine stained pants and expect to get a job. My situation had me contemplating the last time I'd had an accident as an adult. A memory I had blocked out suddenly came to mind. I remembered the time I had wet the bed in college after a night of drinking and even worse was the time I waited too long during a three hour lecture when I didn't want to miss any notes. I was furiously jotting down notes and trying to hold on until I started dribbling in my panties until a steady stream started flowing into my jeans, completely wetting myself. I sat the rest of the period in soaked pants and a golden puddle of shame at my feet. I waited until everyone else exited and tried to cover the stain with my backpack to no avail. I was certain that other students had seen my accident, but hopefully not my face. I snapped back to reality once more, realize that now wasn't the best time to be remembering my pee related mishaps of the past, but it was hard not to think about such things when all I could think about was traffic and not pissing my pants in my car. To be continued...