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DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality. Here's the big one though: The story contains diaper pooping. I know this site is mostly about wetting and most don't care about pooping. So if you don't like that sort of thing and don't want to read this story, that's perfectly fine by me. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow. A Fun Stinky Convention Autumn has finally arrived as embracing cold winds blow throughout the coastal Omutsu-suki City, leaves have already begun changing their colors as they fall from their trees onto the streets of the city. Despite the chilly weather, the populace of Omutsu-suki continue to enjoy their daily lives; Running their shops and relaxing in the city park as comfortably as any person can. However this simple October day was different from others for Omutsu-suki City, as the urban center was more active with people all bristling with positive emotions while snug in their sweaters and hoodies. The reason for this unusual excitement lies within the city’s convention center, as this year Omutsu-suki has been chosen to host the annual Diaper Enthusiast Soiling Opportunist Convention (a.k.a the D.E.S.O Convention). Many diaper enthusiasts and soiling opportunists, from nearby cities to far away countries, would always conjugate towards the D.E.S.O Convention no matter where it was held every year. Even the locals within the city itself flock to the convention with great excitement, as Omutsu-suki City is well known to have the largest D.E.S.O community in the world. So hosting the D.E.S.O Convention for Omutsu-suki is always seen as a great honor whenever the event comes around to their corner of the world. As many people have been to this convention multiple times before, just as many would be visiting this event for the first time in their lives. “Emma, hey Emma. Time to wake up sweetie, we’re finally here,” A 21 year old Danny gently whispered, who was gently trying to awaken his sleeping 20 year old girlfriend Emma. After traveling since dawn from their hometown, Emma had fallen asleep hours ago while Danny drove, but now her eyes were slowly opening up to see the Convention Center nearby. Seeing the D.E.S.O banners hanging from the building immediately filled her with joy and excitement. “Oh my god, we’re really here! I can’t believe we’re actually here!” Emma exclaimed. “Well I did promise to help you experience your first D.E.S.O convention by any means, and I always keep my promises, especially to the woman who has changed my life,” said Danny to assure Emma wasn’t daydreaming. Emma had always wanted to go to the D.E.S.O convention for the longest time but never could afford to, and now she was finally here for the first time ever thanks to her boyfriend’s affectionate support. Emma couldn’t help but hug Danny tightly but lovingly. “You're the best boyfriend ever, you know that?” Emma said. “Only because I have the best girlfriend ever,” Danny replied, hugging Emma back with tender care, “Now let's get going, we got a whole day to enjoy our first convention together.” Thus the couple left their car and walked eagerly toward the bustling convention center. As they entered the building’s lobby following the vibrate crowds, Danny could hear a recognizable crinkling emanating not just from Emma, but from others around him. He smiled to himself, knowing that Emma was going to have a blast interacting with other diaper enthusiasts like her for the first time. After all Emma had very little exposure to people like her growing up. While her friends and family supported her odd diaper loving lifestyle, she was often self conscious about herself, but always wanted to meet other D.E’s and experience the interesting culture of the D.E.S.O in person. Reaching registration right outside the main exhibit hall, Danny and Emma quickly obtained their I.D bracelets that will allow them to enter and exit the event at any time, as well as a booklet of the convention’s activities and attractions. Then they merged into the shortest line into the exhibition hall only stopping to show security their I.D bracelets. Now mere inches away from the fun, Emma’s excitement was at its peak. “You ready?” Danny asked her. “Oh hell yes, let's go!” Emma squealed joyfully. Together they stepped into the hall and bore witness to an extraordinary sight that left both in awe. First off, the hall’s ceiling was retracted to reveal the open sky above bringing fresh autumn air into the massive room. The whole room was packed with people, stalls, booths, and much more, displaying all sorts of D.E.S.O items and merchandise of many kinds. Original artwork including explicit art, comics and animations revolving around diapers, pacifiers and onesies for adult babies, special diapers and undergarments. This convention had it all. Also most participants, whether wearing normal clothes or cosplay, had their undergarments in full display for everyone to see. Underwear, diapers, pull-ups, you name it. “W-w-wow,” Emma stuttered, amazed at the spectacle in front of her. For so long she had dreamed of what this convention would look like, and now it seemed her imaginations were closer to reality than she thought. However, as the two approached the crowds, Emma’s nose detected something faint but present in the air. A familiar pungent stink that radiated from her dirtiest diapers, that’s when she discovered the most outlandish aspect of this particular convention. Emma observed a nearby anime cos-player's visible diaper as it appeared suspiciously soggy, wet, and stained yellow. Then as the cos-player turned to pose for a picture, Emma found that the cos-player also had a recognizable plump brown bulge in their diaper. An excited smile crept across Emma’s face as she quickly realized that the cos-player wasn't the only one who was wearing a full diaper. “D-Danny, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” she asked, struggling to acknowledge what was happening around her. Yet as she turned to him, Danny held a smug satisfied look on his face. “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. All participants of the convention are allowed to wet and mess themselves freely as long as you change before leaving the exhibition hall,” Danny nonchalantly revealed. Emma stood stunned. The phrase “Wet and mess yourself freely” kept repeating itself in her mind. No way this is real, no way anyone can be allowed to do that publicly, you’d normally be heavily fined or even arrested! And yet here these people are enjoying themselves while wearing messy undergarments without getting in trouble, hell even the few security guards that are out patrolling aren’t doing anything but protecting the convention. “W-W-What?” Emma stammered. “Yep, it's perfectly legit for the event. I figured it would be fun to see you find out in the flesh, so surprise!” Danny told her with confident vigor, watching Emma quickly fill up with even more excitement as it all sank in. “Oh my god, this is the best convention ever!” Emma exclaimed. “And we have only just begun. So my dear, shall we begin our journey?” Danny asked, offering his hand to her in a gentleman like manner. Emma was ecstatic as ever to begin this crazy adventure, but as she grasped Danny’s hand, an idea popped into her head. “Um, before we do. Can I do something real quick?” Emma asked. Danny nodded and waited patiently as Emma began to undo her jeans. A pampers diaper as white as snow was revealed taped around Emma’s waist, puffy and soft like a pillow. “You always looked really cute wearing your diapers,” Danny admitted, blushing as hard as Emma was. “You're too sweet Danny. Ok, now I’m ready,” Emma said, laying her jeans into her personnel diaper bag. Hand in hand, the couple began exploring the convention’s unconventional machinations with great curiosity. Danny and Emma managed to meet many people from around the world with their own D.E.S.O customs, and took pictures with cos-players of countless varieties both clean and dirty. Scavenging through the endless booths, the couple collected many handcrafted souvenirs and carried them in a decorative bag to take home. Emma got herself a ‘I love diapers’ sweater for the brisk fall, while Danny bought a diaper novel from a writer Emma had always recommended to him for ages. Emma engaged with people like herself who shared their enthralling stories, often while wearing full diapers or underwear, and shared her own tales with these colleagues for the first time. She had never felt so open and accepted before today as she often kept herself anxiously reclusive to others outside her friends and family. But today, none of her fears dared to challenge her. Danny stood by happily seeing her overcoming her anxiety as he had hoped she would be here with fellow peers. Later on after a hefty lunch in an adjacent smaller exhibition hall acting as a cafeteria, the two split up to cover more ground and see what mischief they could find on their own. Thus Emma found herself near a booth selling exotic enemas and laxatives when she noticed a minor competition being hosted nearby. Unfortunately it was a messing competition that she had just missed, but that didn’t dampen Emma’s intrigue as she joined the onlookers and watched the contestants' receive their awards. Enticed by the stink in the air, her eyes became allured by the contents in the contestants’ undergarments. From last place to 1st, everyone had an impressive bulge of poop snuggled in their diapers and pull-ups, each load bigger than the last. Naturally 1st place won with huge messy shit the size of a melon in their pampers. However something deep within Emma was now beginning to stir due to her fixation on the winner’s poopy diaper. Certain thoughts in Emma’s psyche had been slowly growing in strength with every person she encountered wearing dirty diapers, and to say the winner’s smelly pampers were 100% full was apt. Emma could observe the bulge sag heavy and plump, soft mush warmly packed into the brown padding without spilling out. All these dirty details swirling in her head had accelerated Emma’s desire to use her own pampers. Of course Emma was determined to be patient, her soft diaper will experience her own amassed load soon enough. Still, being close to the contestants poopy diapers had ensured Emma’s nose to intake their intoxicating stink. This enriched stench was enough to influence Emma to relax her bladder, resulting in a gentle flood of pee to soak into her pampers with a squishy hiss. Emma sighs, satisfied feeling her padding turn warm, soggy, and bright yellow. After a photographer immortalized the top 3 winners' messy victory for his magazine, the crowd then dispersed to move on to other activities and events. Emma, trying to distract herself from rubbing her wet pampers openly, wandered aimlessly until she found an interesting diaper booth. A friendly young man was selling diapers of all varieties including handcrafted modified versions meant for custom specifications. Just as Emma began to browse these puffy modded products, a voice was heard from behind. “Hello Andy, did you miss me?” A stranger asked the booth owner. A local girl close to Emma’s age approached the booth, sporting short brown hair, bright green eyes enhanced by a pair of glasses, and speckled with cute light freckles. The stranger also wore a crimson hoodie and a white short skirt, poorly concealing a very dirty diaper. “Ey, My favorite customer! It’s always great to see you! How have you been doing?” Andy responded with great joy. “I’m doing great. By the way, thank you for your previous recommendations, my new diet has been creating amazing ‘results’ to say the least,” The stranger winked, pointing at the poopy bulge in her diaper. “You're very welcome, it's always a pleasure helping old friends. Speaking of which, I believe I’ve got your favorite diaper brand in stock today!” Andy announced. “Oh fantastic, your timing is impeccable! I was beginning to run out of pampers and I haven’t gotten anymore yet,” The local hopped excitedly. “Well then, I’d better go get them right away. Might be a minute though cause I think it's at the bottom of all my products,” Andy said heading to the back of the booth. “No worries Andy, take your time,” The stranger encouraged. With the pleasantries exchanged, the local stranger waited patiently and started browsing the other diapers just as Emma continued with her own browsing. One product in particular caught Emma’s interest, a hefty pack of modified diapers nicknamed pamper-packers. This package held 100 pampers that advertised several impressive capacity upgrades, specifically for people who tend to create excessive amounts of waste. Emma blushed yet smiled fondly, she was definitely that kind of person, remembering her past blowouts due to her pampers not always being able to handle her bigger loads. Thinking of these stinky memories, Emma begins taking quick glances at the stranger’s full diaper. She slowly motions closer, smelling all of the shit inside the diaper. However Emma finds herself caught as she sees the local looking straight into her eye with a mischievous smirk on her face. Embarrassed, Emma hurriedly looks away, cursing herself for being so perverted. But then she hears something unexpected. “Did you like what you were seeing?” The stranger giggled. Emma, out of confusion, nervously established eye contact again. Only to find the local girl smiling at her, while waving her padded butt side to side, trying to tempt Emma on purpose. Feeling unsure how to react to the stranger’s question, Emma slowly nodded while blushing hard at the stranger. “Heh, no worries, it’s ok to look. Why else could we wear our undergarments publicly here? Besides, I've peeked at many people’s dirty diapers too, so I’m just as guilty of being a little naughty,” The stranger assured. Emma sighs, relieved to know she wasn’t in any trouble. “So, are you gonna share what you think of my diaper?” The local suddenly asked. Emma was surprised, she didn’t think she would be commenting on someone's messy diaper. But then again, the poopy diaper did look enthralling, and she didn’t want to lie. “Honestly? Your diaper looks so hypnotically poopy, I wish I had watched you stuff it up brown and full. No doubt your load of pungent poop feels incredible, sharing all of its warmth and cushiness with you while nestled inside your diaper,” Emma revealed. Now it was the stranger’s turn to be surprised by Emma’s words. “My my, thank you very much, I held it in for days to get the load just right. You’d be right too, It's really comfy feeling the mushy shit in my diaper,” The girl said. “I’d bet. Oh, my name is Emma by the way,” Emma greeted, extending her hand to the stranger. “Oh right, where are my manners?” The local girl said, as her hand reached out and met Emma's hand, “My name is Ashley.” “So Emma, interested in the pamper-packers?” Ashley asked. Emma again nodded happily. “Those diapers are really well made. Andy outdid himself when he modified them, they can hold a lot inside them without any issue,” Ashley stated. “Oh really? Have you used them before?” Emma asked, intrigued. “Oh yeah I’ve tried most of these diapers including the pamper-packers over the years.” Ashley answered. “Interesting. See, my metabolism tends to make a lot of poop in my pampers, and they don’t always hold up well,” Emma responded, feeling a little embarrassed to have admitted this fact openly. “Cool beans, honestly I wish I was more like that. To me, nothing beats making a really messy diaper. Even better if you can make a lot of soft mush inside,” Ashley proudly proclaimed, easing Emma’s embarrassment. “I agree. Feeling my padding fill up all warm and heavy is quite an exotic and unique pleasure,” Emma smiled, invigorated by Ashley’s demeanor. “Indeed. After all, poop belongs in diapers,” Ashley comments. “Poop belongs in diapers huh? I like that,” Emma grins at the enticing idea. Convinced by Ashley, Emma bought the pamper-packers, just as Andy brought Ashley’s diaper pack for purchase. Afterwards the two new friends continued chatting a little while longer, until Ashley had to go change her diaper to start going home. Emma meanwhile added Ashley to her phone contacts, then texts Danny her location near some private changing stalls, so they can reunite. While waiting for Danny however, Emma begins to fidget. Her anus was now beginning to be besieged by a large load of poop begging to come out. She was ecstatic, ripping loud brassy farts from her padded butt without restraint. “Aaahh, that felt nice to let out. Smells very stinky too,” Emma giggled to herself, catching a whiff of her own gas. This was immediately followed by loud gurgling from her stomach, as she bent her knee slightly and let out more wet farts. Remaining in this bent stance, Emma begins pushing, “It’s time… to fill… my pampers… with a lot… of… of...” Emma struggled to put words together, overtaken by her intense emotions fueled by a thick brown log plopping out into her padding, swelling the seat of her pampers outward. The poop was thick and firm, pouring out slowly to coil up softly into a large warm pile in her diaper. Sensing her 1st thick log nearly out of her body, Emma involuntarily pushes the 2nd log out, aiming to dump all the shit she saved up into her diaper. Thus, her pampers continued expanding with a brown lumpy bulge, steadily overstimulating Emma’s senses. Her butt equally produced stinky farts a plenty, the gas unleashed alongside each plop of warm slimy thick logs of pure poop defining every lump and bump formed by her pampers. Feeling her shit spread everywhere, from over her buttocks to underneath her crotch; Emma’s bladder released a new wave of piss into her still soaked diaper, making the wet padding more soggy and yellow than before. Taking in more and more pee and poop was now taking its toll on the pampers, its waistband was pulled down by the weight until Emma’s butt crack was partially visible, yet the diaper still kept growing with every mounting waste without weakening or leaking. “P-p-p-poopies,” Emma moaned in ecstasy, pushing out the last log of poop into her bloated diaper. By now her pampers were so drenched and full that only the taping has retained its original color, the rest of the diaper was a mix of wet golden yellow and nasty dark brown. With one final plop and a subtle squish, the last log fully ejected from Emma’s butt, mingling itself with the huge mass of poop warm and snug within the pampers. Shortly afterwards, Emma’s pee had begun to slow into a light trickle just as the last farts blurted themselves out. “Aaaahhhh ha ha ha,” Emma sighs shakenly. Never has she pissed and shit her diaper this much before, let alone without having a massive blowout or just straight up snapping from the weight. Yet Emma stands with pampers carrying what felt like 2 or 3 pounds of poop and an entire gallon of pee. Intensely aroused, Emma embraces the urge to rub her diaper front and back, everything inside reacting to her actions by squelching softly at her. Her right hand feeling the many lumps representing the warm messy logs settled and conjoined together through the dirty padding. “Wow-wow. I've never seen you go all out in your diaper like that before,” A voice said nearby, a voice Emma recognized as Danny’s. She turned around to see him smiling at her, impressed by her little accident. “Wha? How long were you standing there?” Emma asked, smiling sheepishly while blushing profusely. “Shortly after you texted me, I turned left and walked past 3 booths until I found you. I was gonna get your attention, but then your pampers started swelling and turning brown. So I decided to wait and watch the show instead,” Danny answered, staring at Emma’s full diaper with the intent of photographing it with his phone. Emma giggled, this was the first time Danny had watched her use her diapers, let alone capturing her deed with pictures. So she decided to tease him a little. “Well, did you enjoy watching your cute girlfriend fill her diaper with lots and lots of warm stinky poopies?” Emma inquired Danny, showing off her brown bulging diaper at his flashing camera. Danny then approached Emma and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace. “Yes, watching you pooping your diaper full was absolutely arousing. Plus you look even cuter when you're wearing a stinky dirty diaper,” Danny whispered into Emma’s ear, enticing excitement into her, “However, I’m afraid it's time that I get you changed.” Emma frowned, she wanted to wear her pampers a little while longer, with all her warm poopy logs snug and smushed inside. “Do I really have to Danny?” she asked. “I know you want to stay in your messy diaper, normally I wouldn’t mind. But it's nearly time to head home, and you need to change first before we leave or else we’ll get in serious trouble,” Danny explained. Emma didn’t want to admit it, but she knew he was correct. The pair had spent the entire day in the convention and now it was only an hour before the building closes. So Emma reluctantly nods to Danny in agreement, following him into one of the changing stalls to change her diaper. As Danny opens the diaper bag to extract wipes and a fresh diaper, Emma settles herself onto the changing table. Despite her cautious attempts, her pampers struggled to prevent a blowout as she sat down. Emma can hear and feel the contents of her full pampers squelch loudly, sending exhilaration up her spine as her warm poop squish and smush together with barely any room left. Laying down, Emma hears one of her pampers’ tapes finally snap from the stress. Then Danny approached bearing her diaper supplies, ready to change her. Seeing Emma laying down innocently with her bulging dirty diaper in open view, Danny felt bad for cutting her fun short. He fully admits to himself that watching Emma shit herself and play with her poopy diaper was a huge turn on, much like it was for Emma herself. To show his sympathy, Danny gently settled his hand on her pamper’s brown bulge, massaging the poop inside enough to make Emma pant softly. Still both knew she needs to be changed regardless, thus Emma silently nods at Danny while still panting, granting him permission to start undoing her pampers. While he had changed her diapers before, it took a whole 10 minutes to clean up Emma’s caked butt thoroughly due to the mass of stubborn brown waste acting like a thick paste. Danny, despite his struggling and continual wastage of cleaning supplies, remained focused and managed to get Emma fully sanitized and wrapped in a fresh clean diaper. After putting her jeans back on, Emma and Danny turned to the poopy diaper to strap it shut and throw it away. As they did, both noted how close the tortured padding was to tearing apart, seeing the structural damage done by the massive smushed pile of steaming stinky shit smothered inside. With the dirty pampers now in the trash alongside other used diapers, the couple left the stalls and followed the crowds once again, this time to the exits. Danny held Emma’s hand as they left the main hall, carrying all the novelties they gained from their experience. Heading outside, the pair viewed the start of an autumn sunset in the distance, filling the skies with beautiful colors. Finally separating from the crowds, Emma was aware that she wasn’t the only one crinkling as they walked. Quickly peeking at Danny’s waist, she found the recognizable puffy bulk of a diaper showing through his pants. Danny never wore diapers before now, so this discovery had Emma thinking up all sorts of interesting activities for the two of them. For now it was time to go home, as they arrived back at their car, loaded their things into the backseat, and buckled in themselves. “Thanks for bringing me here Danny, I had a ton of fun,” Emma told him. Danny agreed “Your welcome sweetie, I had fun too. We're definitely gonna make this a regular thing, starting with next year’s convention.” Emma smiled, thinking back on everything that she had experienced today. Her mental highlights include meeting and befriending Ashley along with the largest diaper pooping episode she had undertaken so far. The idea of the next fun stinky convention was something she definitely looked forward to as Danny pulled the car out of the parking lot and onward home. The End. Author's Note: My my, this took longer than I intended, but finally I have finished this story that had been in my mind for a long time. This was very challenging for me to type up in a coherent manner, but also very fun trying to wield this crazy idea into a believable setting. But regardless I hope everyone enjoyed the story and let me know if you wish such an convention like this actually existed for us to enjoy. I certainly would like to visit a real event like this. Have fun and the Emperor protects!

Hi everyone. This is my first official post on here. I have been dabbling around for a long time and I wanted to get into a fictional wetting and messing series. I know that some of you may not be the biggest messing fans but I will let you know when those parts will come up. This is all fictional. Small parts may be from real life scenarios I have had but all names will be made up. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 1: Introduction Rachel was a 19 year old girl enjoying her summer off between her freshman and sophomore years of college. Rachel went to school in the same state she grew up in and lived a little over an hour away. She was home for the summer, taking an online class two days a week, and working a part time job. She grew up in a well-off family, so she didn’t necessarily need to work her part time job, but she did anyways because she got to work with her best friend Jessica. Rachel was an average girl. 5’4”, 130 pounds, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, with an average build. 34C was her bra size and had the perfect booty, both in shape and size, and often referenced as peach emoji🍑, especially in a bikini or bathing suit. Rachel was a swimmer, so she was always at the pool. Her best friend Jessica was similar height 5’3” and weighed about 145 pounds. She was a little bigger than Rachel but not by much. She had light brown, almost red hair, hazel eyes, and had 36D size boobs. Jessica was a 3 sport athlete in high school, playing Soccer in the fall, Swimming during the winter, and softball in the spring. Though they both graduated in the same year, their birthdays were nearly an entire year apart. Rachel’s birthday was in early September, (September 7) so she was one of the first ones to celebrate her birthday. Jess on the other had, had a late August birthday. August 31 to be exact. Rachel and Jess became best friends by coincidence in middle school. Rachel had just moved to the small rural school a week before the start of 8th grade. Rachel was used to the hustle and bustle of Philadelphia. But here in rural Pennsylvania, was completely different. Rachel’s family moved into a decent size house in a moderately new neighborhood between Harrisburg and Philly. Rachel’s house was right on the edge of the new plan. Jessica’s house was in the older plan that sat along a main road that lead into town. To some it up, their backyards met together. Rachel and Jess both work at the local mall, which was about 15 minutes away. They worked in a popular shoe store and often saw their classmates stop in for the latest pair of shoes. At their job, they get to wear any sports jersey they want whether it is basketball, football, baseball, hockey, soccer, collegiate team, etc… and black leggings and shoes. 90% of the time, the girls would just find a pair of shoes they liked and wear them around the store while they were on the clock. On this particular late May day, Jessica was wearing a Phillies jersey, black and red J’s, solid black PINK brand leggings and a pink no show PINK brand thong underneath. If Jessica was wearing leggings, there was a 99% chance she was wearing a thong. Rachel on the other hand, wasn’t the biggest fan of thongs. She liked more traditional undies: cheekies and bikinis. Today, Rachel was wearing her best friends college soccer jersey, a pair of her own shoes, black Chuck Taylors, and a pair of black camo leggings from Gym Shark and light blue no-show cheeky panties from Aerie with a little bit of lace around the hip. Unfortunately for the girls, the restroom they had in the back of their store wasn’t working properly and the mall management locked the door and put a sign out it stating “OUT OF ORDER” in red and white lettering. Both Jessica and Rachel had decently strong bladders, but working for 8 1/2 hours, and being tempted by the Starbucks location next door, the girls usually had to pee at least twice during their shift. The only issue now is that the only other bathroom they had access to was the main mall bathroom, and that was located on the complete other side of the first floor of the mall. Both Rach and Jess started at 9 AM and would be off at 5:30 PM, each getting a half an hour lunch between 12:30 and 2, whenever they wanted to go. Rach thought “if I play my cards right, I’ll be able to pee before we open the store at 9:30, again during my lunch break, and before I leave to drive home.” Rachel and Jess both rode to work together today in Jessica’s car. She drives an older, silver Honda suv. Most of Jessica’s dashboard lights were on, but she ignored them because her car ran fine, especially for having nearly 250,000 miles on it. As the girls arrived at the mall entrance, Jess said “hey girl, we should go potty before we go to work. You know the bathroom is still down” “yeah that sounds like a good idea. I forgot to pee this morning before I left anyways” replied Rachel. So the girls both used the restroom as soon as they walked in and then headed to the store. It was a relatively slow day at the store, so the girls took turns running next door for Starbucks. Within an hour, Jessica could feel her bladder reaching capacity. Jess said “man I really wish they would fix our bathroom because this Starbucks is going right through me!” Jess laughed and Rachel responded “ewwww Jess I don’t need to know about your need to poop!” “I don’t have to poop silly! I have to pee though! I’m gonna try to hold it until 12:30 and go during my lunch break.” She looked down at her exercise watch and it read 11:57. 32 more minutes plus the 5 minute walk across the mall and she was able to finally pee. As time ticked past slowly and only 1 pair of shoes being sold, the time had finally came for Jess to go to lunch and take a Pee. Jess clocked out and made her way through the mall. She had to pee really bad and didn’t notice but her panties were a little wet. Not from being turned on, but from little unintentional leaks she had while at worked. As she walk into the bathroom stall and pulled down her pants and panties, she saw how wet her panties were. So wet infact they were noticeably darker. Jess was prone to a little leak here or there, but she hadn’t noticed it to be this bad before. Jess emptied her bladder on the toilet as she inspected her wet thong. She was no stranger to peeing herself, however, she was usually in her swimsuit. Jess had liked the feeling of being able to pee wherever she wanted in her swim wear whether it be on the pool deck at swim meets, in the pool during practice or at the end of her event, sun bathing in the backyard, or even sitting on the toilet before or after practice. There were times where her best friend Rachel even caught her peeing in her swimsuit and would make comments like “why not just Pee in the pool” or “just pull it to the side like a normal person would while they are on the toilet”. But Jess had never dared to purposefully pee in her underwear before, but seeing her leakage, she considered the possibility of trying it… alright that’s the end of Chapter 1. I really hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for following parts. Feel free to comment what you would like to see or any suggestions you may have!

Hello to whoever's reading this: My name's Rei and this is where I'm gonna be posting my Omo themed Garry's Mod art/scenes because Spectre Jester said I should start posting my work. Now thinking about it; I've decided now should be the time to do so and hopefully you'll enjoy my sleep deprived work! Before we get started I kinda want to set some things straight first: 1: I am NOT taking requests until I say otherwise (Nick_Donovan and Spectre Jester already do Garry's mod requests) 2: It's ok to Ask questions and critiques but PLEASE be civil and constructive about your critique and do not use this as an excuse to make a aformentioned request seen above. 3: There WILL be use of Nudity and Messing so if that's not your cup of coffee, I suggest not lingering here. 4: This is going to be Very infrequent and don't expect me to be posting very often (I usually do my Omo work late at night). Now with that out of the way (for now) Here's some of my omo art I've made (These are handpicked I decided to pull out of cold storage): First off is a Witch from L4D and this was one of my first Omo art I did with Garry's mod: Next one is the very lewd dark skinned android Haydee who unfortunately suffered from a "bladder overflow" and soon started wetting herself just shy of the toilet: Finally, This is one messing art of an unfortunate trainer having diarrhea on her hike. Originally there was gonna be a front shot of her looking back at her pants as she soils herself with a breast slip but I changed my mind after the faceposing, model, posing, and camera angle was too wonky to work with: Anyway, hope you enjoyed and I hope to catch you all eventually

I know messing in nappies or underwear is allowed as long as the mess is not shown but what about plastic pants? I've just ordered some in clear and some in white. Obviously the clear ones would be no good but has anyone got any experience with the plain white ones? Just wondering if these would be allowed? I assume it would depend on how obvious it is on what's been done. Ah well, they should be delivered tomorrow so hopefully after work I'll be able to test them out and see how much it shows... assuming I can hold on that long, I can feel the urge slightly already.

About 2 years ago, in the summer of COVID lockdowns, I had a unique experience of seeing 2 girls, sisters in fact, use their pants and panties as their bathroom. I’ll share my story. It was a crappy (no pun intended) day in early June 2020. It was dark and rainy and cold for early June in the North East. I went over to my girlfriends house to hang out between there really wasn’t anything to do. We had both recently finished our sophomore year of college. With all of the COVID restrictions and everything, we had been at home doing online school since March. But, this was only the second or third time we had seen each other in person since early March. She (Macy)(not her real name) knew of my fetishes and frequently partook in “activities” herself during the COVID lockdowns on FaceTime for fun, especially in the early morning hours when she was the only one in her family that was up. Anyways, back to the story. So on this particular day, Macy’s parents were at work (mom is a nurse at a pediatrician office and dad worked at a manufacturing facility). Macy was home with her sister Sarah and Sarah’s twin brother Sam. Sam was occupied with his buddies on his PS4 playing Call of Duty in his bedroom. Sarah, Macy, and I were in the family room watching some cheesy chick flick on tv. Once the movie had finished, Sarah left the room to go make a bag of popcorn. Macy turned to me and said “I hope she leaves us alone soon. I want to make a surprise for you in my pants.” She said with a smirk on her face. I kissed her and instantly got an erection. She noticed and grabbed the blanket from the ottoman and draped it over us. She unzipped and unbottoned my jeans and slid her hand into my boxers and started jerking my cock. A couple of seconds later, Sarah came back into the room from the connected kitchen. Both Macy and Sarah were 2 years apart and were built extremely similarly. Macy was 5’6” and weighed about 130-135 pounds. Sarah, who recently turned 18 in May, was 5’6” and 150 pounds. Sarah had a slightly bigger build but made up for it with D cup tits. Macy had an athletic build (competitive swimmer since she was 😎 and only had B cup tits but had an incredible ass. She always wore thongs and leggings to show it off. Today, however, she was wearing a pair of grey leggings and light pink cotton Hanes bikini panties (she enjoyed the feeling of doing her business in regular style panties so it didn’t ruin her leggings or jeans). Sarah was dressed similar, wearing a pair of really tight black leggings that were nearly see through and showed off her panty lines. I would later come to find out hers were white with light green polka dots cheeky style cotton panties from PINK. Sarah came back into the room and let out a huge, stinky fart when she entered and giggled about it. Macy said “wow Sarah your ass stinks! When was the last time you took a dump?” Sarah laughed and thought about it for a second. “Probably 2 or 3 days ago. You know I don’t poo every day.” We searched the tv for something to watch and stumbled across one of my favorites Talladega Nights. During the next commercial break, Sarah let out another, quieter, less stinky fart. Macy said “wow Sarah what are you going to do? Crap your pants right in front of us?” Sarah laughed and said “you dare me to?” I froze. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Was my girlfriends younger sister really going to poop her pants in front of me? “Yes Sarah! I dare you to poop yourself!” Macy said confidently. “Ok! But you have to poop your pants too! “Sarah said in a sarcastic way. “Deal” said Macy. This was actually going to happen! Sarah got up and said “ok I’m gonna go pee first so I don’t go while I poop.” I spoke up and said “well, you’re already going to be going in your pants, wouldn’t it be easier just to ‘go’ while you’re ‘going’?” She looked at me and laughed and said “you know, you’re right… I’ll grab a couple towels though so we don’t mess up the carpet.” As Sarah went off, Macy looked at me and said “you just want to see me and my sister go in our pants..” and I didn’t know how to react.. I just did a shoulder shrug and she said “don’t worry… I’ve never seen anyone do it before so it should be exciting!” And just like that, I was instantly relieved. 30 seconds later, Sarah came back to the living room wearing only her T-Shirt and white and green dotted panties. Macy said “wow you’re already down to your undies” Sarah laughed as she placed 3 towels on the ground. 2 of which were side by side and the other one on top of the separation between the 2 under it. She said “I gotta go! And I may have peed a tiny bit on my way to get the towels hahah”. I looked at her crotch, which in deed was wet with about a 1/2 dollar piece size wet mark on her panties. I instantly became erect because it was really happening! I was going to get to see my gf and her hot sister go in their panties. Sarah began to take her socks off and as soon as her bare feet got back on the towel, she exclaimed “I’m peeing!” And had a very relieved look on her face. I looked down at her crotch to see a heavy, slightly yellow stream flow directly down through the fabric of her panties and pee dripping down her legs, including a pretty steady stream rolling out of her leg hole and down her right leg. “Ahhhh this feels great! I love that warm feeling” as she peed for nearly a minute. “Dang Sarah! You didn’t pee yourself, you pissed yourself!” Macy said almost laughing. “Haha very funny Macy. We’ll see how much you pee yourself when it’s your turn!” Sarah responded. “Macy, can you hand me my phone? I want to do my usual poop routine and scroll through Instagram or TikTok while I go.” So Macy handed her sister her phone and she turned around and put her back to us. “This may take a while. I haven’t done this in a while” she said. “Have you pooped yourself before Sarah?” I asked. She responded “yeah I have a few times. My friend Jenna has a pee kink and we pee ourselves at her house a lot. A couple years ago, we were reading about pooping our pants and tried it. I’ve done it 3 times before on purpose. She’s done it more and does it kinda often.” Sarah said facing us. After, she turned back around and it was pretty quite except her the tv turned down low and her phone playing TikToks. Another minute passed of me staring at my gfs younger sisters ass and wet panties when I saw something begin to happen. I watched as her knees began to bend and she stuck her butt out slightly and I heard a grunt. After 15-20 seconds of pushing and grunting, I began to see the back of her white and green dot panties tent out. She moaned, peed a tiny bit, and whimpered “I’m pooping guys”. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had seen my gf poop her pants, leggings, bikini, and undies before, but this was incredible! She stood there, slightly bent at the knees, filling up her panties. After 3 minutes, she had a baseball size dump in her pants. She pulled down slightly, exposing a little bit of butt crack, grunted and said “I’m still pooping. I don’t think I’ve ever pooped this much in my pants before. This is definitely at least a two day poop.” The lump in her white and green panties, now yellow with a small brown mark on the outside of the poo lump began expanding, now the size of a softball. After a total of 7 minutes, she turned around and said “almost done!” And peed about 10 seconds worth of pee through her wet and loaded down panties and said “ok! Now I’m all done!” She looked down at her wet and messy panties and said “holy fuck that felt good. Haven’t done this in a while and it feels so good! It’s kind of turning me on…” she trailed off, slightly rubbing the wet front of her panties. She closed her eyes and said “I’m gonna have to fuck myself after you poop sis! Come on! I wanna watch you go now!” And she grabbed the center towel and moved off to the side and stood on the towel, occasionally rubbing herself. By this point, I was rock hard and ready to bust a load in my pants. Now it was my gfs turn, and this was something she does for me quite frequently, and it always turns me on. She re-adjusted the towels on the floor and got ready. She first took off her grey leggings and showed off her cute butt with the basic pink cotton panties she had on, then took off her sweat shirt to expose her bare breasts and rock hard nipples. Sarah said “woah Macy! You’re going just undies.. I like it!” And she was still lightly rubbing herself. At this point, Sarah was texting her friend Jenna about her pooping experience. Macy, looking at me, asked “are you ready? I gotta peeeee…” and as she said Pee, the light pink of her panties turned dark pee and she pissed. It wasn’t a trickle or a leak, it was like a garden hose flowing through her panties. Sarah said “damn sis! You’re a natural at this. Do you do this often??” I froze. I didn’t know what she was going to say. Was she going to lie? Was she going to tell the truth? “Well, not my undies. But I do pee in my swimsuit and bikinis all the time! I have had a couple of accidents, but only like 2 haha” she said with a laugh. Then, I watched her face turn red. I knew this meant it was poopy time. Sarah said “damn sis you’re just going for it!” while rubbing herself a little faster now. Macy took a breath, closed her eyes and grunted. Her face turned cherry red and I watched as her soaked pink panties began to tent out in the back as a little pee dribbled down onto the towel again. “I’m poooooooping” Macy said mid grunt. I was rock hard. It always turned me on to see her go in her panties, but with her sister doing it before and her doing it now, I was in a dream. A minute in, Sarah said “I can’t wait anymore” and she starts full on fingering herself while her sister pooped. After 2 minutes since she started pooping, Macy said “I’m done!” and stood up to a giant bulge in the back of her undies. It sagged probably 6” at least. It was just 1 solid turd that barely bent at all. I look back over at Sarah, who is now loudly moaning and fingering her tight and landing strip trimmed pussy. Her left hand was in her pee soaked messy panties with her middle finger knuckle deep in her pussy and her right hand massaging her beautiful breasts. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I dropped my pants and my boxers and just started stroking my cock. I was rock hard and ready to bust at any minute. My gf turned around and said “wow nice cock!” and lifted her shirt to show me her amazing tits and Sarah looks over and said “Fuck that’s a nice cock!” and now begins rubbing herself while fingering herself and within 20 seconds she exclaims “I’m cumming!!” and yanks her panties up as high as she could in the front and squirted her wet and poopy panties. I lost it and nut right on my gfs face and glasses. I couldn’t believe what I just saw… my gf and her sister went to the bathroom in their panties and got to see both of their tits and asses and pussies AND got to see her sister masturbate. While trying to comprehend what I just saw, I look over at Sarah, who is once again emptying her bladder in her panties. Within 30 seconds, she said “alright! I’m gonna go shower. That was fun as fuck! We’ll have to do it again sis!” And waddled off into the bathroom. I have several more real life stories. Let me know if you want to hear them!

Ok, notice that this story has a Poop Accident, if you don't like this please I invite you to leave, otherwise I'll start with the story. This happened 2 weeks ago, I was at work, I work security and luckily on weekends I have shifts where I'm alone practically all day, 12-hour shifts, so with time to spare without doing much I decided have fun cone to a time ago I did not. Even though I often get wet and dirty at work, I always make sure of one thing, not involving my work clothes. when I did it with pee, I usually took a spare pair of underpants with me to wet them and then wash them and take them with me when I left, and with poop I did something identical but since I like the sensation of simulating real accidents what I did was put a lot of paper on my underpants to cover my butt or directly sit naked somewhere and get dirty there, where I just had to clean the place and then clean myself without leaving traces. that day I opted for the first, put on a lot of paper and get dirty simulating a real accident, the problem is that I like to play scenes where I role-play doing something and try to go to the bathroom and not arrive on time or simulate an accident doing a activity, that day I said, I am going to try to simulate going to the bathroom and having an accident on the way before reaching the bathroom, the problem is that at work the bathroom is on the first floor and I decided to make my way up the stairs, along I didn't have the idea of shitting at the entrance to the bathroom but pretending that I was shitting going up the stairs, just in case I did it 3 steps from going up the entire staircase to have quick access to the bathroom but it really didn't matter. Although I prepared myself, I put a lot of paper in my underpants, it turns out that when I was on my way to the bathroom the paper fell out of its place, and when I started to shit I had not noticed that the paper had run, I just started to let the poop out but When I was in the middle of the moment, I began to feel how it began to fall down my leg, and the worst thing is that it was in the middle, I mean, I couldn't stop the poop and I kept shitting in my pants while I felt how it was falling down my leg, I just wanted it to be a little but when I finished I felt that it had fallen down to my ankle and even dirty my shoe and the floor a bit. When I went to clean myself, I automatically noticed that the paper had moved from its place, I did not take into account that when I went up the stairs the movement of my butt disturbed the padding that I always used, it was not the first time that I had done it and it always turned out well , either standing, sitting, lying down and walking. but never try it moving up and down. So when I went to clean my left leg I had poop all over my left leg, I had dirty a shoe and the pants ended up with poop all over the leg, coincidentally the rear area was clean except for the underpants. so I had to wash it in the sink and let it dry, I had soap and clothes perfume to pretend it was clean, in fact when I got home to wash it I had no trace that I had shit on them, the problem was that I didn't have Spare pants except my jeans with which I traveled, so I had to spend 3 hours with my jeans and without my underpants that were secretly drying next to the pants. Luckily no one was in that place nor did it occur to anyone to come if they were not going to find me in a half uniform, and how was I going to justify that I was not wearing half a uniform when that is punishable? It was lying saying that I forgot or saying, I shit myself on the way to the bathroom. I preferred a sanction before they knew that I shit but luckily no one came that day. Despite everything that happened, I couldn't help but get excited about the fact that I had an almost real poo accident, to the point that after all the cleaning I couldn't help but masturbate thinking that it was the closest thing to real that I had ever tried. time. I don't consider it real because it was planned and because in the end I had to force myself to do it. I would like to have a real one one day as an adult, having the feeling of not getting to the bathroom on time and losing control. (I apologize if the story is too long and I apologize if there are spelling mistakes since I used the google translator when writing this and I had to cut it several times because it was too much to translate)

So there I stood, in my room, with a soaking wet and massively messed diaper between my legs. I had just peed and pooped in a diaper for the first time since I was a toddler, and it was the greatest thing I'd ever felt. How did I get here? Let's rewind a little. My name is Lexi, and I'm 16 years old and a Sophomore in high school. I'm a completely average kid. Dirty blond long hair I like to keep in a braid, normal average clothing that spans from t shirts, crop tops, hoodies, jeans, leggings and sweats. I had a normal childhood, two loving parents, and largely not a care in the world. That is, until I took up babysitting. Two years ago when I was 14, I took up babysitting as my first job. It was easy enough. I watched over young kids while their parents had date nights, occasionally having a long weekend to myself with a little kid when parents needed some time away. But as I babysat, I quickly discovered something about myself. I was curious about diapers. I had babysat a couple of times for some kids two and under, and they were all in diapers. While thinking nothing of it at first, everytime I saw them pee or poop themselves made my curiosity run wild. What did that feel like? That seems so convenient. Toilets are disgusting anyways. I wonder what a diaper is like? But just as quickly as these thoughts were born in my brain, I tried to shut them out. Teenage girls aren't supposed to think like this! Diapers?? I'd never hear the end of it from my friends! But the seed was planted, and the idea of diapers never quite left my head. I struggled with these feelings for two years of babysitting. Two years of watching kids wet and mess themselves with not a care in the world. Two years of wondering what it could be like. Two years of contemplating taking that step. But it was also two years of guilt and shame for having these thoughts. Being a teenager is hard enough, am I right? I battled with these thoughts every time I babysat until I decided to finally go for it and take two pairs of pullups from a kid I babysat for when I was 16. They had stacks of them in the closet, they weren't going to miss two more. And besides, at that point, things had become unbearable. All I could think about was diapers. Every day I would state off into space, thinking about wearing a diaper and using it. I would read stories of TDBLs and ABDLs. I even began watching videos of people wearing and using diapers! Some of these videos were straight up porn, and to my 16 year old brain this only caused my shame and guilt to grow just as fast as my desire to try a diaper. But one I had the two pullups in my possession, I stuck with my decision. I just had to know. And now was the perfect time. I had the next two days to myself, mostly. I had Thursday and Friday off of school, while my parents would still be at work. That means I had two full days at home alone to try out a diaper for the first time. I spent all week thinking only about Thursday and Friday. I couldn't wait! Thursday morning finally came, and my head popped off the pillow with a huge grin. "Yes!" I said aloud to no one in particular. I was just that excited. My parents were already gone, so the house was quiet. I groggily walked downstairs to have some leftover coffee from the pot my dad made, expecting a note about some chores while I had my off days, but there wasn't one. Even better! I sat in the morning silence, just taking it all in as I sipped my coffee. These next two days we're going to be incredible. "Okay, it's time." I said to myself. I walked myself back upstairs into my room, and closed the door. I took off my baggy t shirt and the sweatpants I had slept in. I was now standing in just a pair of white panties. I took a second to look at myself in the mirror. "If this is as good as I think it's going to be, this woll be the last time I wear panties for the next two days" I said, blushing. I reached into my closet and pulled out one of the two pullups. "This looks alot like a pair of my granny panties!" I said with a laugh. The pullups were white with multicolored stars on the front, and blue elastic on the sides. Since it was a pull-up, there were no snaps or tapes to worry about, all I had to do was put it on like a pair of underwear. I slid off my panties, and held out the pullups to look at one more time. "Well, here goes nothing!" I said. My breathing quickened, and my heart rate sped up. I stepped into the pullups one foot at a time, then slowly pulled them up my legs. It was a tight fit, seeing as how they were from a toddlers stash, but they did fit. Once they were fully on, it felt as if the world paused. I looked at myself again the the mirror, naked except for a pull-up on. My cheeks were flushed, and my chest was having up and down from my quick breathing. I didn't, couldn't rather, say a word. I loved it. I kept turning around in the mirror and looking at the pullups on my body. I ran my hands all around it, hearing the soft crinkle and feeling it against my nether regions. I shuddered with delight as the soft cotton rubbed against my vagina. It was *heavenly*. And to top it all off, I could feel myself getting turned on. It's no secret that diapers were a sexual experience for some ABDL wearers, and my occasional smut watching and reading really solidified this desire in me. As I ran my hands all around the diaper, I decided to stick a hand down the front of my diaper. And I certainly was turned in, I was already soaking wet down there, and not from pee! "Speaking of which, I need to do that" I said to myself, bringing me out of a semi -lucid stupor of feeling myself. I had Already been awake an hour and I hadn't used the bathroom yet. I purposefully didn't use the bathroom before I went to bed either, in an attempt to have as much pee ready for this as I could. And the coffee was no random act either. If I enjoyed what it felt like to pee myself, my body was soon going to tell me it was time to poop, and I'll only have minutes to decide if I'm doing that in my diaper or in the toilet. I stared at myself in the mirror for a little bit longer before I took a step back and spread my legs. I had to pee really bad at this point, and I was more determined than ever to do it in my pull-up. I closed my eyes and let go... And nothing happened. I looked down, trying to figure out the problem. Fighting against 16 years of potty training really was an issue! I kept trying to push it out while standing there but it wasn't happening. So I thought to myself, let's try and trick my brain into thinking I'm on a toilet! I sat on the edge of my bed, with only the back of my butt on the covers, leaving the bottom of my pull-up largely out in the open air. I started to picture myself in a bathroom, on a toilet, and used every ounce of power I had to just let go of my pee. And then it happened. I let out a surprised help as he first spurt of pee hit the pullup with a loud hiss. Now that the flow had started, I put my hand on the front of my pull-up, knowing the rest of pee was about to come out weather I wanted it to or not. I quickly felt more warmth and heard the loud hissing once more. The warmth spread across my hand, and the hissing was a steady, hypnotizing sound. I closed my eyes and let out a loud "OOOOOHHHHhhhhh...." That trailed off. I peed for maybe 20 seconds before it trailed off and stopped. I stood up. My once white pull-up was now a deep yellow color, and the stars were no longer visible. And while the pullup once fit snuggly on my hips, the pee made it sag between my legs. It was swollen three sizes bigger, and I could no longer stand straight legged. I looked just like a toddler that wet themselves... Well, because I did just wet myself. And I loved it!! I spent the next five minutes staring at myself in the mirror, turning in place to look at the pullups from all angles. While it certainly sagged, it hadn't shown any signs of leakage, nor did it strain to stay up on my hips. I was impressed! I also spent that time rubbing the front of the diaper constantly, feeling the warmth in and under my crotch. It was truly mesmerizing, and unlike anything else I'd felt before. I was just about to fall into a sexual frenzy and shove my hand down the front of my diaper when I was interrupted by a knocking on door number 2. My stomach just had an audible groan, which snapped me back to my senses. I was now urgently aware that I had to poop, NOW. My morning coffee I had over an hour ago really did it's job, and now I had maybe minutes until this poop was coming out on its own! My breathing quickened all over again, and I got into a good position right away. I turned to the side, so I could see my butt in the mirror. I didn't have to trick myself into thinking I was on the toilet either, my poop was on its way already! I could feel it turtlehead in and out, I was barely hanging on. I bent over at the waist and put my hands on my knees. I took a breath and began to push, but I didn't really have to. It was more of a release, because as soon as I losened my sphincter, my poop shot out of my like a cannon. I was staring at the back of my pullups and watched it immediately grow two inches outward. Additionally, the total silence of my empty house meant I heard a very loud crinkle as my poop entered my pull-up. It was an extraordinary sight that I had no idea I would love so much, but I immediately was turned on by it even more. After the initial turd made my pullups tent out two inches, more was already on the way. Poop kept flowing out of me, now causing the sag down in addition to it's tenting out. While it was already an inch lower down my legs due to the pee, the poop that joined it caused the pullup to sag another inch straight down. I strained for maybe another minute, pushing out my poop and watching the back of the pullup shift and shuffle as more was added to the pile. Once I felt I was empty, I stood up and admired my work. "Oh. My. God." Was all I could say. I stood as straight legged as I could, but my now bulging, soiled diaper meant my legs were still spread. It was still yellow in the front, and as I turned around I could see it was a little brown in the back. It sagged so low, that now the pullup was indeed struggling to stay up. I felt the weight of my mess on my hips, and I thought it would slide right down my legs at any moment. I carefully caressed the pullup, cupping the tented mess at my backup, rubbing the still warm pee at the front. Needless to say, I was hooked. And that brings us back to now. There I stood. In my room. Alone. With a heavily messed and wet diaper. I had already made a very easy decision. "I need more."

Here we have a few babes that definitely need help getting cleaned up and put in a diaper. First, we have this pretty horny one playing with herself and peeing her pants. She pulls them down, shows her cute kitty, and keeps going. Yum. hornywetting.mp4 Second up is a fine woman pissing and shitting in her nice blue panties. Just hotness with how much she loves it. What a messy girl. bluepanties.mp4 Last and never least is this beauty farting and pooping herself. Honestly, I didn't think she was going the whole time until she finally pulled her jeans down. Talk about a big surprise in those panties. fartsandpoop.mp4

Hey all! A few of you expressed interest in the story behind my previous post! I tried castor oil recently, and my god was it messy! I'll include a few extra pictures at the bottom 🙂 WARNING: THIS IS MILDLY GRAPHIC AND CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF DIAPER MESSING As a plant biology major, I really love castors. They're quite large plants with very sharp, red leaves, and their seed pods look extremely similar to sweet gum pods with the key difference being that they're bright red. They're quite angry looking plants! Historically, extracts from castor plants have been used as a poison, and weaponizing it is classified a war crime. Naturally, I decided to put it in my body! War crime is actually a pretty good description of what occurred next. I had been saving my mess for a few days, and I employed a few tricks to increase the mass for this particular event, namely eating high-fiber foods. My poor tummy was primed and was ready to go, so I figured that it was high time to get going. The castor oil itself was not fun to drink. Unsurprisingly, it was extremely oily and did not taste good at all. After trying to get a few little bits down, I eventually decided to mix it with apple sauce and eat (drink?) it that way. I then taped up a foresite stripe diaper and began my daily routine of taking care of my plants. I was hoping that the moving around would help everything move through easier. It wasn't super bad for the first few hours. My tummy made a lot more rumbly and groany sounds, but besides that, things didn't feel much different than usual. The cramps creeped in very slowly. It wasn't super bad to begin with, and it just felt like a slightly uncomfortable eating experience. This slowly progressed into pain that essentially required me to abandon what I was doing (rip the plants I was working with) and lay down in bed. I got super sweaty and hot very quickly, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep holding it for much longer. I took off all of my clothes (except for my diaper, of course!) and laid down a towel and prepared for what can only be described as an exorcism. I was splayed out on my back waiting for the inevitable. As soon as I came to terms with my fate, a massive cramp hit my lower stomach. This was my time to shine. I immediately pushed as hard as I could, but nothing came out. I kept pushing in little cycles, hoping that I would work everything out. Suddenly, it felt like I was going to fart, and I knew it was about to be horribly messy. I pushed one last time, and my poor little booty essentially erupted. Semi-solid mess flowed out out of me in a way that I've never experienced before. Funnily enough, the best way I can describe it was like a deflating balloon. The relief was immense. I hardly even needed to push once I got started. During this time, I also wet myself while pushing, and my diaper was getting super swollen. After about five minutes of contractions and messing, my tummy felt empty. Felt empty. I was just about to get up when I felt another contraction, and pure liquid just poured out of my booty without any input from me. It was both horrible and arousing to have my control ripped away from me and to just potty my pants. Ultimately, that was more or less the end of it. After laying down for a little longer to let my body recover, I got up to inspect the damage. There was a massive lump of foul mass at the back of my diaper about the size of a softball or so. Walking was a difficulty due to the sheer bulk of the diaper. Foresites swell a lot, and after a full wetting and messing like that, it was at its capacity. It was at this time that I put on my big girl clothes and waddled my way over to the bathroom to take some pictures and a little video for you all! I was absolutely exhausted and it was my first video ever, so it was a little rough around the edged, but everybody seemed to like it, so I was happy 🙂 Cleanup was terrible. The diaper itself was an abomination against god, and the mess itself was super oily and hard to wash off in general. It took a while before I was happy with how clean I was. After I was clean and happy, I went back to my bed and played with myself for a little! It was super arousing to have an accident like that, and I wanted to savor the feeling. Even though it was somewhat painful and exhausting, I would definitely put that in the top five accidents I've ever had. Needless to say, I slept really well that night! I hope you enjoyed that recounting! Here's a couple extra photos of me in my mess! Among other things, there's a whole photoshoot on my patreon, including a face reveal if you guys are interested! All that information is in my bio 🙂

Currently stuck in quarantine, so I've had some time for writing. I have several ideas for one-shots I'm working on. This is one of them. Also, Three Sisters is a play by Chekhov. This has absolutely nothing to do with that. It doesn't even contain a Chekhov's gun. But it is about three sisters. Janet’s three daughters had learned her golden rule at a young age: public restrooms were no proper place for a lady to relieve herself. Janet was an eccentric, and probably suffered from an undiagnosed, but severe anxiety disorder. She always wore flowery hippie dresses with patterns inspired by Indian art and psychedelics, and often walked around nude in the house, even when she had guests—which accounts for her eccentricity. But her strange habits had a darker side. She could not leave the house without completing an elaborate ritual involving touching a sequence of household objects: bedroom doorknob (three times), stove (once, even if it was hot; she had the burn scars to prove it), bathroom doorknob (twice), a shelf which she had deliberately hung askew (four times), and so on. Sometimes, she suffered strange impulses, like the compulsive desire to bend down and grab a handful of sand or gravel off the ground and sift it through her fingers. Her daughters loved her, and mostly dismissed their mother’s strange habits as a kind of benign superstition, in the way that children do. After all, aren’t mothers supposed to be invincible? But certain habits rubbed off on them, certain beliefs which were close enough to ordinary that they seemed eminently sensible, even if their mother took them a step further than most parents. One of these beliefs was the absolute avoidance of public restrooms. Each daughter developed her own strategy to deal with the unfortunate fact that the body’s waste elimination system does not halt in the face of a stalwart belief that almost all the relevant facilities in the world are strictly off limits. Amber was the oldest, and so she had to learn how to deal with her mother’s rules without the guidance or example of her siblings. She had decided on a strategy which was simple and obvious, but came with complications: if you have to go, just go. Her mother didn’t mind that her daughter had accidents when she couldn’t hold it, so Amber learned to have deliberate “accidents.” It was not the mere lack of cleanliness in public restrooms that Janet objected to. It was rather a deeper, pathological and rigid belief in what was and was not proper, especially for a lady, and all Janet’s daughters were ladies, even when they were still in diapers. Public ladies’ rooms were spiritually unclean. Unfit for true ladies. But Janet’s daughters were spiritually pure, in her eyes, and so was anything that came out of them. Even if, by society’s standards, they were smelly, messy, dirty. Going to the bathroom in your underwear was the obvious solution, in a certain way, perhaps even the most elegant. It was natural, primal. But Amber couldn’t deny that it came with inconveniences, both practical and social. Thankfully, she’d had more than two decades worth of practice in how to deal with them. She often wore skirts or dresses, and when she did, she could just squat down in such a way that she only peed through her panties, holding up the hem of her skirt discreetly to avoid wetting it—she had it down to a fine art, the exact angle she needed to hold while seated or squatting, so as to minimize the risk of any stains. She knew how to move, how to sit and how to stand in wet panties so as to minimize discomfort—wet wedgies were no fun—and seep-through. When she wore jeans, she couldn’t avoid a visible stain, but she knew that if she squatted down and released in a controlled manner, she could keep the damage local, around the middle of her crotch and parts of her bum. She’d trained herself to release only enough to relieve the pressure; between one-third and one-half of her bladder was enough to get her at least a couple of hours, by which time it would have begun to dry and she could rewet. Amber often kept an extra sweater or jacket in her purse, just something small enough to fit but large enough that she could tie it around her waist and mostly get away with it. To minimize smell, she kept well hydrated, which was perhaps also why she couldn’t just stop having accidents, even if they weren’t quite “accidents”. Her purse also contained what she jokingly referred to as her “bum and crotch spray,” a certain perfume which she’d found through trial and error masked the smell of urine which would otherwise have clung to her, without clashing with her deodorant or other perfume. As for number twos, well, those were not exactly a walk in the park to deal with, but she kept herself regular and they were rarely a problem in public. But if they did become a problem on a rare occasion, well, Amber could have taught a class in ladies’ etiquette: how to walk with poise and purpose with a load in your pants and a smile on your face. Her husband-to-be had been left dumbfounded when, on their third date, a romantic walk in the park, Amber had excused herself and walked behind a bush. She had re-emerged with a small wet spot between her legs, and nonchalantly fished out a sweater from her purse and tied it around her waist. Once secured, it fell perfectly to obscure the small peach-sized stain in the front and the little half-moon on her bum. “Did you just pee yourself?” Mark asked. “I just had to have a little accident to relieve the pressure,” Amber said. She was, of course, aware by this point in her life that other people found her habit strange, but she’d been raised as a free spirit, and privately wondered why other people didn’t do as she did. Besides, she’d found that making a big deal out of thing was what made things a big deal in the first place. Some girls had teased her about her accidents, especially in high school, but they’d found no enjoyment in it as long as Amber maintained a perfect nonchalance about the whole thing. “But there’s a restroom right there!” Mark said, exasperated. He pointed to a little building not fifty meters away. “How can it be an accident when you deliberately walked past the bathroom to go pee in your clothes in a bush?” Amber felt her fists clench, her face flush. Her previous boyfriend had left her over this, and romance was perhaps the one area where she could not will her reality to become real. She stomped a foot into the ground, and she cursed her eyes for the betrayal when she felt tears begin to form. She would not cry: It had been a long time since anyone had made her cry over an accident. But she really liked Mark, and that asshole Aaron had dumped her for reasons that were very much to do with the habits her mother had instilled in her, and this was all too much. “I. Do. Not. Use. Public. Restrooms!” She yelled. “They’re unclean, you understand? It was an accident because I couldn’t have held on until we got home and I couldn’t go to the restroom because it’s a public restroom and I do not use public restrooms because they’re unclean and unfit for a lady!” The words were spilling out of her in rapid succession and with little care for natural pauses or sentence structure. “I’m sorry I ruined our date, you go date some hot chick who doesn’t piss her pants if you like!” She finished, just as the first tears began to fall. But Mark hadn’t left. He’d slowly teased out some of the background for her phobia of public bathrooms, and he sympathized. Amber was everything he’d ever wanted, and if he couldn’t deal with this, well, he didn’t deserve her. He’d taken her into his arms, rubbed the tears off her cheeks, and bought her ice cream. Over time, he’d pieced together the puzzle that was Amber—meeting her mother had been a revelation and a half. And he’d taken it in stride, even become an accomplice in her cover-ups. Neither of them had expected to find that, when she was wet, Amber was especially sensitive, and after the first time he rubbed her off after an “accident”, Mark was in love. Well, in lust. He’d already been in love with everything else about her. Now they were planning a wedding, three years after that fateful date. First, though, was a trip with Amber and her sisters. The excuse was that they needed to be sure he was fit to be her husband, as if he were some suitor in an old-timey play, but in reality, they had met many times before and had long since decided that he was a good match. Really they were just going on a weekend trip together for fun. Mark wasn’t quite sure whether Amber would have agreed to marry him if her sisters hadn’t given their enthusiastic consent; the three of them were nearly inseparable, which he secretly attributed to the fact that they’d been brought up together in a world apart, slightly off-center of ordinary society. Janet, the girls’ mother, had recently passed away from cancer, which seemed only to strengthen their resolve to adhere to the rules she had laid down for them as children. It’s like that with children and strict parents: once the parent passes away, some children are finally free of their influence, while others renew their commitment to their parent’s memory with vigor. Amber and her sisters were the latter kind. Traveling with three adult women who refuse to even consider using a public toilet was going to be somewhat of a challenge. But Mark was prepared to do everything in his power to make it fun and take it all in stride. He wanted them to have a few days in which the death of their mother, the woman who raised them alone in her own world of paranoia, but also of joy, would not be the foremost thing on their minds. Mark and Amber picked up the middle sister, Marlene, at her apartment. She was named after Marlene Dietrich, the actress and singer, a favorite of her mother’s. Marlene was perhaps the one who had inherited the most eccentric of her mother’s genes. Taking after her namesake, she liked wearing jazz-age outfits and kept a cigarette holder in her purse, which she would only use for the occasional drag of a cigarette purely for aesthetic reasons, as she didn’t normally smoke. Today, however, she’d dressed refreshingly ordinary, in jeans and a white top. “Gotta get comfortable for the trip,” she said. The youngest sister, Jasmine, had slept over at Mark and Amber’s home. She went by Jazzy and was all of twenty years and relentlessly ready for the world. An energy bomb once she’d had her morning coffee, a talker for the ages, and all-around busybody. Today she was dressed in a pink miniskirt that just about covered her underwear, a black punk t-shirt and an almost iridescent red lipstick that was warring with her freckles for dominance over her face. She hadn’t had her coffee yet, though, and Mark found it endearing to see her actually yawn. He didn’t think he could remember seeing her this subdued ever, aside from the period immediately prior to and following her mother’s death. “Everybody powder their noses and, uh, stuff?” Mark asked before they pulled out. He felt a trickle of sweat slide down his neck and hoped he didn’t have to deal with any accidents this trip. He could deal with Amber, but Amber was his fiancee, and it felt like an intimacy he couldn’t share with her sisters. “All ready,” said Marlene. “Yup!” chirped Jazzy. “Let’s go,” Amber said, and they were off. All three sisters shared a phobia of public restrooms, but their approaches to dealing with the problem were very different. Marlene could not stand accidents, and she held a mixture of disgust and fascination with her elder sister’s freewheeling approach. Marlene had instead trained herself to simply not pee. She could and would hold it until she was in a proper place to relieve herself. She nearly always made it. When she didn’t, she wasn’t able to brush it off as easily as Amber. It hadn’t come easy to her. She was not born with a camel’s hump for a bladder. In her early years, she had some spectacular accidents. Because she would not employ her older sister’s discreet, controlled-release approach, much to Amber’s chagrin and Marlene’s sorrow, she would simply hold it until she couldn’t. She could hold a lot, these days, but when she could hold it no more, it all came out. She’d been teased relentlessly for her soakings, her skirts and dresses and overalls and jeans dripping, until she’d devised a plan. She’d train herself until it was no longer an issue. She started by not peeing in the house until it was an absolute emergency. Soon, she could hold it all day through school, although her panties were often damp by the time she pulled them down on the porcelain sanctuary at home. Her first goal reached, she settled for the ultimate price: a full sixteen hours. That was an entire day from morning until night, and Marlene knew she could never feel secure until she was certain she could last an entire day’s outing with no risk of an accident. She’d have to do it gradually. It was like any strength training: progressive overload was the key to building strength, whether it be lifting weights or kegels. She began by extending her no-pee time an hour after school, then two, then three. It was a lonely, hard road, filled with wet and even, occasionally, messy slip-ups. By the time she was fifteen, she decided to extend her regimen all the way from morning to dinner, a final stepping stone to the waking-to-bedtime goal. She thought she was ready. But one morning, her mother knocked on her door and told her they had to talk. Marlene didn’t know exactly what it was about. Irrationally, she thought her mother must have smelled smoke on her breath the day before, when she had taken two drags off of a cigarette on a dare. But she’d brushed her teeth twice before her mother got off work! Then her eyes drifted over towards her full laundry basket, and she knew. She’d pushed herself extra hard this week, never peeing until she leaked twice, and her mother must have noticed. “I’ve called your school and told them you have to stay home today because you’re sick, honey,” her mother began. “But I’m not sick, Ma,” Marlene said. “I know, honey. But your underwear is all wet. All of it! I wash clothes all day and yet somehow you manage to dirty it all, and today you have nothing clean at all. And a lady can’t go out in public wearing dirty underwear!” Marlene blushed. “I’m thinking of booking a doctor’s appointment for you. It isn’t healthy to be having so many accidents at your age.” “No, Ma, please,” Marlene said, and then she launched into a tearful exposition on her efforts to train herself to be the perfect lady, one who never needed to pee until it was appropriate. “Oh, baby,” her mother had said, and hugged her. “Maybe you should look to your older sister for guidance on these things.” “I don’t want to be a baby who pees herself like Amber, Ma,” Marlene said. “That’s why I do this, so that won’t be a problem when I’m all grown up.” “Don’t speak ill of your sister,” her mother had said, and patted her head. In the end, she didn’t take Marlene to the doctor’s. She bought Marlene training panties. Training panties. Thick, absorbent. Basically thin cloth diapers, although they looked and felt like thick underwear. Marlene redoubled her efforts to hold it, and she kept the leaks to a minimum. By the time she was seventeen, she was almost to the point where she felt safe. That was when she had her most spectacular failure. Her mother had finally managed to find herself a boyfriend. It was a long time since she’d been in a relationship. Marlene found Hank creepy and ugly and all-around wrong, but her mother adored him. Now, he’d offered to take the whole family out to dinner to celebrate their mother’s birthday. The problem was, it was a late dinner. They weren’t going to be at the restaurant until nine. It was an hour longer than Marlene had ever held it, and she hadn’t peed all day. But she was determined that this was the right step in her training. Before they left, she sat squirming openly on the sofa, making fists of her hands to prevent them from straying to her crotch, which would have been most unladylike. Her training panties felt clammy and damp. Today, they were green with a picture of Kermit the frog on the front and far too tight because her mother bought them in the children’s section. It was patently obvious that she was on the verge of having an accident, and she hated it. “Marlene, dear, do you need the toilet?” Hank asked, his eyes leering at her with a look that seemed altogether too lustful to be directing at your girlfriend’s daughter. She hated the way he tried to insinuate himself into her family and her life like some creepy father figure. “No!” She said, and Hank shrugged. He probably didn’t expect his girlfriend’s almost-grown daughter to actually hold her pee until she wet herself. By the time they arrived at the restaurant, Kermit the frog could not contain Marlene’s leaks any longer. When she rose from the car seat, she felt the front of her dress and confirmed it was damp, and there was a wet circle on her seat. She quickly grabbed a colorful quilted pillow her mother kept in the car and placed it over the stain. Her older sister was off at college, but Jazzy was along, and in a good mood, as usual. She seemed to take to Hank more than Marlene did. “Come, sis,” she said, grabbing at her hand. “Eww, your hand is all wet and clammy,” she remarked, discarding it as easily as she picked it up. Marlene knew she was out of her depth. She’d overestimated her capacity, and now she was stuck. There was no way she could use the restaurant’s restrooms, of course, and now she was in for an hour of dinner. She thought she might have another ten minutes in her. As the waiter handed her the menu, she focused all her might on her pelvic area, clenching like she’d practiced so many times before. She simply had to hold it. There was no other option. Sheer willpower held her aloft through ordering pasta and water, but she was running on fumes. Her midsection was on fire, waves of pressure were rippling through her, sweat was pooling under her armpits, and she was leaking. She couldn’t sit still, constantly bouncing her weight from side to side. Marlene must look like an impatient toddler, but the others were busy talking and paid her no mind. She resorted to holding herself under the table. If a lady grabs her crotch under the table and nobody sees it, is she really unladylike? Just as the food arrived, the dam burst. A wave of pain stabbed at her, right in the small of the back, and she felt her body involuntarily push. That was it: three seconds of pushing, a stream of urine flooding through Kermit’s eyes and mouth and onto the floor, and then she was numb; her entire lower half felt like it was floating. She could barely even feel it as her body stopped pushing and began passively releasing. The urine pooled underneath her bum, soaked into her black dress, and then the pool expanded under her, trickling towards the edge. Now there was an audible hiss, and then there was a splatter as the torrent began cascading off the chair and splattering on the floor. The waiter’s mouth fell open. He jumped back as the pee reached his foot, and dropped a bowl onto the table so that it cracked, spilling tomato sauce onto the cloth. Marlene continued peeing as things became a blur around her: her mother screaming, her sister laughing hysterically, Hank jumping off his chair and shouting something, then storming out of the restaurant. She was too shocked to even cry, or so she thought, until they got outside into the autumn chill and she felt the chill on her wet face. Hank had apparently broken off all contact with Marlene’s mother. Her mother responded by grounding her for a week. She knew Marlene didn’t like Hank and accused her of deliberately sabotaging the dinner. But Janet had relented after only two days when she’d finally calmed down enough to listen to Marlene’s explanation. Her mother must have known, somewhere deep down, that her habits were irrational, and she must have understood that this was her own doing: her own rules had pushed her daughter to do this. That was the most spectacular failure in her training. But pretty soon, Marlene had reached her goal. She could go all day without peeing, and only on rare occasions did she lose it and have an accident. When she did, it was always a flood, but never quite as publicly as that time at the restaurant. And her training had worked: she found herself a lot more outgoing after she had proven to herself that restroom needs were no longer a daily hurdle to overcome. Soon, she had expanded her friend circle, hooked up with a guy or two, began experimenting with vintage fashion, and then she was off to college. Now, she was absentmindedly sipping on a bottle of water, as was her older sister. Jazzy had her headphones plugged in and seemed to have zoned out completely. Mark steered the car towards the airport. They lined up in front of the self check-in machines, one after another punching in their cryptic 6-letters-and-digits booking code. Mark was amused that his code was ZOOMAN: did that mean he was a superhero who could turn into random zoo animals? But, like, what if it’s the really uninteresting ones, like that one snake that isn’t poisonous and can’t crush a metal bar with its awesome jaw strength or the sea anemone that the tropical fish swim past? He chuckled to himself. His fiancee gave him a strange look. “What are you laughing at?” she asked, with a hint of bitterness underneath. “Oh, just this booking code,” he said. “Look: it says ZOOMAN. Do you think—” “Forget I ever asked,” Amber said, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Well, maybe he didn’t amuse her, but at least he got a kiss, so she couldn’t be that annoyed at him. They lined up for the security check. Amber went first, then Mark, then Marlene. When it was Jazzy’s turn, the scanner beeped, and a female security officer stepped forward. “Random check, ma’am,” she said. “I need to scan you with this,” and she indicated a handheld scanner that probably looked for explosives residue, or something. “Hold your arms out.” Jazzy did as she was told. “I need to check the inside of your skirt’s waistband,” said the security officer. Jazzy stood still as the lady put two fingers inside her waistband. The woman stopped short when she felt the bulky, padded waistband of Jazzy’s underwear. “Problem, officer?” Jazzy asked, her voice as sweet as an angel. Jasmine had solved the problem of public bathrooms in her own way: she never gave up on her diapers. After a while, her mother had stopped trying to potty train her, reasoning, perhaps, that it was better for her to wear diapers than to use public restrooms. Now, she was an adult, but still wore diapers whenever she went out in public. Jazzy had a considerable collection of different styles and kinds. She’d even gotten the state to subsidize them, since she had never been potty trained properly and had a diagnosis of medical incontinence. Mark had often thought that, if she could just get over her mental block, she could easily learn to use the bathroom like a proper adult, but when he’d tried to explain this to Amber, she’d refused to speak to him for a week. He never brought it up again. Jazzy had the kind of domineering and outgoing personality that made her almost invincible to bullying. Many had tried, but only one person had ever managed to make her cry over her diapers, and that was her own sister. She didn’t care, and always acted like her condition was perfectly normal, and not even schoolyard bullies could make heads or tails out of her nonchalance and bubbly personality. Everyone knew, and nobody cared—or at least, nobody dared to say they cared, because everyone loved Jazzy. That was how she’d survived kindergarten through high school, and it was how she was surviving now. “No problem, Ma’am,” said the security lady, and waved her through. Jazzy picked up her hand luggage with a satisfied smirk. She’d tried to convince her sisters to join her eminently practical solution to their shared problem, but they had their own strategies and wouldn’t listen. Their loss, she’d always thought. Amber might think she could pee anywhere, anytime, but she couldn’t, not really. Jazzy could. On their way to the gate, all three sisters picked up a coffee at an airside kiosk. Mark watched in uneasy anticipation, looking for any signs of discomfort. He’d already made a trip to the restrooms, but of course, the sisters weren’t going to. They boarded their plane, and everyone seemed comfortable. But by the time they were seated and the seatbelt sign was on, Amber was squirming. She couldn’t seem to sit still, wiggling her bum and her thighs this way or that, keeping her hands folded almost priest-like in her lap, but Mark suspected she did so for other reasons than religious devotion. “You okay, babe?” He ventured. “Just need to pee,” she whispered. In the seat next to them, Jazzy’s eyes flickered upward briefly, and a vapid smile fell over her lips. Amber guessed her sister had just wet. Unlike her, she could do it without any consequences. Amber would like to relieve the pressure, but it would leave a spot on the seat, and sitting down was not really the ideal position to conceal an accident. Squatting at a certain angle that she couldn’t quite achieve in the seat would have been ideal. She’d just have to hold it until their layover, although by this time, the water and coffee was starting to catch up to her. Her bladder felt like a lead ball in her abdomen, constantly jolted by any slight turbulence or even by her shifting slightly; but if she didn’t shift around, she felt like she would lose it completely. And she could not lose it completely. Amber had trained herself to release in a controlled fashion, so as to minimize exposure to others. If she full-on lost it, there would be no way to hide it, and she’d be mortified. Meanwhile, Marlene was feeling a familiar pressure build in her bladder, but she could deal with it. She’d dealt with it many times before. What bothered her more, though, was the quite unfamiliar pressure building in her bowels. She felt like there was a weight attached to her spine, constantly descending, and it would soon hit muscles which she’d never had to train. She let out a silent fart and cringed; she was usually so careful never to release gas in public, and never to be in a situation where she needed to release something more. But now she had hours left of her journey, and for the first time in years, she didn’t know if she could make it. Her seatmate, a woman she didn’t know, wrinkled her nose and gave her a look that said I smell what you did. Marlene blushed and turned her face towards the window to hide it. She flexed her buttocks and prayed that this plane trip would soon be over. By the time the seatbelt sign came back on for their descent, Amber was potty-dancing in her seat and attracting stares from fellow travelers. She had her hands in her lap, and Mark subtly moved to shield her from view of the other passengers. He wondered whether she could even make it off the plane: it had been a year since the last time she fully lost control. They’d been at a wine-tasting event, and midway through the last batch of wines, which Amber had insisted on not spitting out, she’d scissored her legs, bent her knees, and a waterfall had poured out from under her legs. She was wearing a dress, but that hardly mattered, as everyone could see the stream of her urine splattering on the concrete. He’d had to take her home under the pretext that she was overly drunk, although in reality she was merely tipsy and had waited too long. Amber had been mortified and refused to speak the whole way home, although when they’d gotten inside the door, she’d kissed him and he’d rubbed her wet panties and things had progressed to the bedroom at a rapid pace. Mark didn’t really understand this aspect of her: she seemed embarrassed, but also somehow turned on by the embarrassment; and yet, he thought, this time, there would be no way to bury her feelings in orgasms, should it happen. Marlene was clenching with all her might, biting her lip, and trying to keep her hands from straying to her bum. Not like holding her butt would actually help. She felt a trickle of sweat slide down her neck, and her armpits were already damp. Jazzy, meanwhile, was watching a video on her iPad and seemed to exist in a world apart from the others. In moments like these, Mark wondered which sister had truly chosen the most sensible strategy. Thankfully, they were seated near the front, so they could disembark among the first passengers. Amber strode with purpose up the jet bridge, then grabbed Mark’s hands and steered him towards a corner with a potted plant. “I’m going to pee, cover me,” she whispered, then ducked behind the over-sized plant and squatted down. She’d barely gotten into position when her bladder gave way, and with a subtle hiss, she began peeing. The urine flooded through her panties, some trickling down her inner thighs, but once she’d gotten in the right position, butt angled just right (and slightly sticking out from behind the plant, Mark noted), most of it fell down onto the floor. She was wearing a flowery dress, as usual, and only a little bit of it got damp. Amber tried to clamp off the flow when she’d emptied one-third of her bladder, as she often did, but she was so desperate she couldn’t get it under control until at least half of it was in her panties or on the floor. Satisfied, she brought a paper napkin out of her purse, dried off her legs, then fished out her “bum and crotch” spray and gave herself a liberal puff of perfume. That done, she walked over to a water fountain and washed her hands. Mark noted that there was a wet spot on the floor behind the plant, about the size of two dinner plates put together. “Phew,” said Amber. “Let’s get going.” Marlene couldn’t just go behind a plant. She walked gingerly next to her family, feeling like every step might shake lose something that better stay bottled up. She was sweating profusely, and her sister Jazzy shot her a concerned look. “Do you need to pee, sis?” Jazzy whispered. “No,” she said, truthfully, wondering if she could confess what was really going on. Their layover was scheduled to be quite short, so they walked over to the other side of the terminal where the gate for their departing flight was. Upon arriving, they found an information screen yelling at them: their flight was delayed one hour due to technical difficulties. Marlene sat down on a chair, and she could feel something touch cotton as she sat down. It was as if the resistance of the seat was the only thing keeping her from soiling herself. Jasmine stood nearby, and Amber noted the far-off look in her eye. Then she noticed something else: her miniskirt was barely enough to cover a dry diaper. Now, an offending piece of white padding was sagging underneath the hem of her skirt. Amber walked over to her sister and tugged her skirt and shirt down. “Hey, what are you doing?” Jazzy asked. “Your underwear is poking out, dear,” the older sister said. “Oh. Thanks, Amber,” she said, and seated herself next to Marlene. Mark used this opportunity to go to the restroom himself. He’d noticed the middle sister squirming, and although Marlene rarely had accidents, thanks to her extensive training, he was starting to get worried. He’d only had to deal with it once, and she’d been devastated. He couldn’t help his fiancee or her sisters if he was desperate to piss himself, though, he reflected by the urinal. Amber carefully placed a couple of paper napkins on the seat, then sat down. Her bum was wet, her crotch was soaking, and her sex was burning with a strange desire, but she couldn’t just stick a hand down her panties and get off. Instead, she put her arms around Mark’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips, wary of the strangers around them and, not least, her sisters. Jazzy gave them a cheeky thumbs up, while Marlene had her eyes closed with an intense look on her face. An hour passed, in which Amber’s bladder refilled, Jazzy played with her phone without a care in the world, and Marlene held on, somehow, although the strain in her lower area left her hurting. Then, finally, they were ready to board. Marlene rose, but she felt something begin to slip out and quickly sat down again, burrowing her butt down into the seat. “Jazzy, sweets, I’m feeling a little dizzy. Would you please help me stand?” she whispered. Her sister, quite oblivious, took her by the hand and supported her as she stood up. There was definitely already a skidmark in her panties, and her jeans felt tight in all the wrong places. Why did she try to dress sexy today, of all days? The only good thing about having the fabric strain against her ass was that when she inevitably lost control, it would stay contained. Amber was quite squirmy again, and, having sat down for an hour, the shock of standing up was too much: a little trickle escaped through her panties. It pitter-patttered on the floor, but no one seemed to notice, except for a teenage boy standing with his mother whose mouth fell open at the seat. What, you’ve never seen a grown woman pee herself before? Amber wanted to yell, but didn’t. Jazzy adjusted her skirt again to cover her puffy underwear, which she’d by now wet twice, and they all lined up to present their boarding passes. Amber seated herself next to Marlene, who by this point looked about to cry. “What’s wrong, sis?” she whispered. “Do you need to pee?” Marlene bit her lip. “Not… pee,” she managed, her voice cracking. “Oh. Oooh,” Amber said. “I’m so sorry. Just hold on, you’ll make it. You always make it. Unlike… me,” she said. She needed to pee, but she tried to avoid squirming too much so as not to aggravate her sister’s condition. Up into the air they went, and as they achieved liftoff, Marlene felt something start to slip out, and she furiously scooted forwards in her seat and grabbed her bum, oblivious to anyone who might be watching. She hadn’t needed to go this bad in forever, and to make matters worse, now she needed to pee, too. Her bladder was a boulder, sloshing around with every jostle of the plane. Usually, this was not a problem; she’d only had one accident since, what, since before Mark? It had been a careless slip-up, a forgotten morning pee spelling her doom in the evening, but apart from that, she’d made it for years. Now, however, her attention was divided between her bladder and her bowels, and as a particularly gnarly bowel spasm hit her, she leaned forward and momentarily took her mind off her bladder, sending a small leak into her panties. She looked down in despair, but the crotch of her blue jeans was still dry. Relieved, she leaned back and redoubled her efforts to hold it. Mark was seated next to Jazzy, who seemed impatient and unable to sit still. “What’s the matter, Jazzy?” He asked. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m just tired of sitting still.” Mark looked over and noted a damp spot on the seat beside Jazzy’s thigh. “Jazzy, you’re leaking,” he whispered. “Oh, dear,” she said, putting a hand to the damp seat. “Try and sit still.” “I’ll try,” she said. “Put on another movie on your iPad,” he suggested. “Okay,” she said, plugging in her earphones. As she moved about, Mark could see the white padding underneath her miniskirt. He quickly averted his eyes, searching for his wife-to-be. She was seated across the aisle, holding her sister’s hand. Marlene seemed to have it bad; she was squirming, holding herself, biting her lip, squeezing her sister’s hand, and her lips were moving subconsciously in what Mark could only assume was prayer. Thankfully, their trip consisted of two short, connected flights. Aside from the one-hour delay, they were on schedule, and soon enough, the seat belt sign was on again and they were descending. Marlene felt a tear trickle out, and she couldn’t help but release a little gas. Why, oh, why didn’t she go number two before she set out? She was usually so careful. Now, she was on the verge of a disastrous accident. Her sister was clenching her hand tight, but that was hardly more than a modicum of moral support. As the wheels hit the tarmac, she was bounced slightly off her seat, and when her butt hit the seat, she felt it squish down onto something small and nasty. She sniffed the air, but couldn’t smell anything yet. Nevertheless, she’d officially begun having an accident. A little trickle of urine also came out, and to her horror, it left a little spot on her jeans. Once again, they’d seated themselves near the front, and this time, it was Marlene who took the lead. Amber followed, a small oval the size of a peach in her seat from the landing. She’d only half released during the layover, and now she was as full as she’d been then. She could barely keep her hands from straying underneath the hem of her dress, but she had to be proper. A real lady. She was a grown woman, and though she might pee her pants, she couldn’t do it here. Mark indiscreetly grabbed the hem of his sister-in-law’s all too short miniskirt and tugged it down. Her underwear had been on full display, quite soggy and yellowed now. There was a small spot on the seat where she’d leaked. Now, all he had to do was get these ladies to their hotel, which might be another hour, and then they’d be home free. The return journey was a direct flight, so he wasn’t too worried about that. Marlene almost ran to the baggage claim, but then she had to wait for her suitcase to show up, and she ended up bobbing up and down, clenching with all her might. Her earlier leak now felt like someone’s poured a teaspoon or two of oatmeal down her pants, and the front of her panties were clammy, a little wet cameltoe tugging at her lower lips. She cursed inwardly as she scanned the belt for her suitcase. It appeared, and she quickly scooped it up and rolled it outside. But the others hadn’t been so quick, and now she had to wait, her legs crossed, her bladder spasming, and her bowels feeling like they were about to wrench themselves inside out and dump their contents in her tight jeans-bottom. “I have to tie my shoes,” Amber said as they reached the baggage belt. She reached down and pretended to tie her laces as she released a five-second spurt through her panties. It warmed her crotch and gave her butterflies, but she couldn’t afford to rub herself right then and there. Instead, she straightened up and discreetly smudged out the little puddle with her shoe. Then she sidled up to Jazzy and handed her a paper napkin without saying a word. Her youngest sister’s legs were glistening with leaks; she turned around, away from the crowd, and wiped down her legs. At least her underwear wasn’t sagging beneath the miniskirt this time, but that might be because Mark had tugged it so far down now the waistband was poking up between the skirt and her shirt. Mark picked up their luggage, and they made their way to find a bus to their hotel. Outside, Marlene was on her last leg. Her bladder was throbbing, her abdomen was on fire. Her bowels seemed to be pulsating, and just as the others appeared behind her, she was hit by a feeling like someone’d punched her in the stomach. Marlene’s knees buckled, her feet swung inwards, she doubled over, and then she began pooping herself. It was a long, solid log; she felt it touch the cotton of her panties, then balloon out into her panties, squishing against the resistance of her tight jeans, bulging on her butt. “Marlene, are you okay, sis?” Amber asked. Then the smell hit her, and she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, Marlene,” she said, putting a hand on her sister’s shoulder. Mark couldn’t help but look at his sister-in-law’s butt, the way it bulged out like she’d stuck a softball down her pants, the tight fabric slightly stained around the edges of the bulge. Then Marlene sank down into a squat, and the bulge expanded again, now more like a squished melon. Then the smell hit, and he knew everybody around would know. An elderly woman looked over at the young woman crouched over in a defecating position, noticed the smell and tssk-ed as she moved away from them. Marlene released a sob. Mark stepped up, put a hand under each of Marlene’s armpits, and pulled her upright. Then he pulled her into a hug. “Shh, it’s okay, it was only an accident. You held on so long, you were so brave.” Marlene cried into his shoulder, while Mark awkwardly patted her back. “Here, take my jacket and tie it around your waist,” he said. “It’s not that cold outside,” he lied. It was freezing and his arms were already developing goosebumps, his hair raising at the cold. “Wait,” Amber said, and gave her sister’s butt a squeeze of her bum perfume. “I think we’d better get a cab,” Mark said. Marlene walked bowlegged towards the cab stand, feeling the mess squish against her with every step. “No, no,” said Amber. “You can’t walk like that. It looks like you pooped yourself.” “She did,” Jazzy said. “Shh, Jazzy,” Amber said. “The important thing is to make everyone thing you didn’t. Here,” she said, demonstrating a confident, always catwalk-like swaying walk. “It’s gonna slip out of my panties and down my legs,” Marlene complained. “No, it won’t. Your pants are tighter than a virgin’s asshole,” Amber said. Mark stifled a giggle. Amber rarely brought out the vulgarities. “Besides, if it happens, it happens. You gotta walk with poise, let the world know your underwear is perfectly fine.” Marlene tried, with mixed success, to emulate her older sister’s confident swagger. They got into a cab, and once they were in a confined space, the smell of the mess combined with the perfume took on a pungent air. The cab driver wrinkled his nose, but was too polite to say anything. Marlene cringed as the mess squished against her bottom. Her bladder was still throbbing, and she placed her hands in her lap. Meanwhile, Amber was on the edge, also squirming. Jazzy sat in front, distracting the cab driver with small talk. As they got out of the cab, Mark noted a wet spot on the seat underneath Amber. Marlene felt another leak escape as she exited, but it was all hidden underneath Mark’s jacket. She was more concerned with the mess sliding around her panties, although, as Amber had so aptly put it, her pants were tight as a virgin’s bumhole and gave little room for her accident to move. “I think I’d better check us in,” Mark said. Amber pee-danced on the spot, Marlene grabbed herself, and Jazzy stood humming to herself off to the side as Mark got their room keys. Amber and Mark had one room, and Jazzy and Marlene shared another. Amber grabbed the key off Mark and hurried to the elevators. As the doors closed, she sank down into a crouch and let go. The pee splattered over the floor, and she turned around to look at herself peeing through her panties in the mirror on the back wall. She found a naughty smile on her face. Jazzy and Marlene took another elevator to their room. “I need to change,” Jazzy said. “I need to pee first,” Marlene countered. She abandoned her catwalk stride once they reached the corridor, waddling over to 303 and swiping the card. Then she rushed over to the bathroom, threw off Mark’s jacket, and waddled over to the toilet. She almost couldn’t bear to drop her pants, but her bladder was about to give in—how come she couldn’t even last ten hours today, when she normally managed sixteen without a sweat? It must be the double-threat of number one and number two that had her too nervous to focus on her training. She quickly undid her jeans, then carefully lowered her panties. Marlene couldn’t stand to look at the mound of filth piled up there, so she closed her eyes, sat down, and peed. It was blissful, the release, and for a moment she even forgot all that had happened earlier in the day. A wet thud from the other side of the door indicated that her younger sister had dropped her own sodden undergarments. Marlene would let her change, but first, she would dispose of her ruined panties, and then shower until the hot water ran out. Mark entered the room to find his wife-to-be completely undressed, her glorious breasts on display, wearing only a sodden pair of panties. There was a wide half-moon, half-dried from her earlier pee, and a glistening wet spot on top of that from her more recent accident. Her hand was inside the panties, her back was arced, and she stifled a moan when Mark opened the door. He walked over and took Amber in his arms, tugging down her wet panties, and slipped a finger inside her. The rest of the vacation was uneventful, at least as far as accidents were concerned. They went swimming and shopping and wining and dining. Marlene wore her flapper outfit and seemed to have put the embarrassing accident behind her. Jazzy was her usual, bubbly self, and Amber was like a mother hen herding her younger sisters around. But Mark couldn’t quite look at Amber and her sisters in the same way ever again. The good thing was, his handling of the situation had apparently gotten him the go-ahead—which he’d taken for granted—to marry Amber. As he lay down in bed and wrapped his arms around her on the last night, he wondered if, misfortune notwithstanding, it hadn’t all happened according to some cosmic plan.

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