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(Note: This story has multiple endings.) I was just waking up when my alarm clock went off. I hit the snooze button, only to hear the radio go off IN MY EAR. Annoyed, I unplugged it and plugged it back up. Thankfully, I remembered to put a battery in it to keep track of time. But enough about my clock; I need to get something to eat. I walked into the kitchen, just when I remembered there there wasn't anything to eat at all...well, at least not breakfast wise, so I went to the store to pick up a few things to eat, specifically some cereal, milk, and possibly cinnamon rolls. I was approaching the clerk, just as I saw my friend Irene come up to me from behind. "Nate!" she shouted, almost knocking me down by tackling me with a hug. "What's up?" "Nothing much," I replied, being distracted by both her messy red hair and the register. I quickly paid for my things and left outside, with her taking a ride in the cart. Yes, the has that young of a heart. I take her straight to the cart stand to put the cart away. Then I (literally) pick her up out of the cart and placed her on her feet (on the ground, of course). As I take my things out of the cart, she asks me the most out-of-the-blue question I have ever heard. "Can I go to your house? I'm really hungry." I couldn't help but put a palm to my face, because I'm pretty sure that her house is loaded with food when her mom went shopping the other day for the storm that hit us yesterday. Also, she just got from the store with a bag full of junk food. "Oh, by the way, I gotta pee." ...That was a different story. We quickly ran to my house, which actually wasn't very far away from the store, in hope that Irene could make it to the toilet in time. When we stopped halfway there, I almost thought she had wet herself. But it turned out to be just a false alarm. "Nate?" she asks, getting my attention. "Do you want to know to know something?" "Why, yes. What is it?" "To tell the truth, I don't just have to pee. I gotta poop, too." "Well, this is wonderful." "Well, I really wouldn't mind going in public." Irene knew of my fetish for girls peeing and pooping. She sighs in attempt to play around, but in truth, she's desperately trying to hold it. Then, I ask her a question that I thought I would never ask a girl in person. "If we can't make it, would you probably go behind a bush or a garbage can?" "Of course!" It seemed to be getting to that point now, as Irene was now holding one hand at her privates and another at her butt. I was beginning to think I might just get my wish sooner than expected, as I approach my house and reach for my keys. Then I suddenly noticed that she had wolfed down her snacks along the way, which had probably influenced the pressure on both her bladder and her bowels. I will bet that she's thinking about just letting it all go. Ending 1: Ending 2: Ending 3:

View File Unnamed Girl messing Crinklz diaper Was scoping thru Youtube to see if I could find more females diaper messing videos to put on here in case they get deleted forever. And I struck gold! I love how you can find more legit messing videos posted randomly on Youtube then on professional sites like Diapermess. Heh lol. Second upload to this site ever, Submitter cheese142 Submitted 04/23/2019 Category Diapers and ageplay  

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

So I'm in college right now and I share a dorm with two other friends. We share one bathroom. Our dorm consists of four rooms- living room, large bedroom (which my friends share) and a small bedroom, which I have to myself. The fourth room is obviously the bathroom, and it's in the large bedroom (the one my roomates share). I like having a room to myself, and it's quite nice except for the fact that every morning I have to walk over to their room to take a pee. It just so happened that on this one day, my roomies had lessons whilst I had a free day (for me, it was the day after exams). Since there was nobody around and I am remotely new to Omorashi, I decided to have a bit of fun. I had planned this for a couple of days now. So the day before I was sure to drink lots and lots of water and NOT go once. The morning of my free day when I woke up, I had a urge to pee- it was large, but bearable for now, and I wanted my first expierence to be the best so I decided to hold it. I had some bagels and a lot of coffee for breakfast. Now, before I continue, let me tell you something. I frickin' LOVE coffee. I carry some with me all the time. The thing with coffee, however, is it makes you need to poop like heck about 20 mins after drinking it. So after breakfast I went into my room and went on my PC to respond to some emails, do some homework, and watch some TV. About half an hour later, my urge to pee was horrible and I needed a poo too (all that coffee just went through!). So I put on some pants that I wouldn't miss and walked towards the large bedroom to the bathroom because I wanted to do it in the bathtub, as not to damage anything. Something about our dorms, however, is they have locks on the doors that can be opened with keys. We usually never lock these doors, but for some weird reason my roomies decided too- and there were separate keys for all the rooms! I had the key to MY room, but not the large bedroom. I was now getting a little desperate, so I dashed out and pounded on all the dorms in our building to try and find a vacant bathroom in someone else's dorm. I called both my roomates, but they both went straight to voicemail as they both were in class. The thing about my college is that they don't put people of the same major in a building, and my building was quite small. So nobody answered the door because they had classes or didn't hear me, and nobody had my major so they didn't have a free day. My dorm building, like I stated before, is small, but it is still three floors. After walking up and down 2 flights of stairs, my bladder and bowels were filled to the brim. I was too shy to call the office to ask for someone to come over and unlock the door, and I didn't want to explain how much I needed to go if they said no. By now, it was only 11 am, and I had woken up at nine. I sat down on a hard chair to keep my bowels from emptying into my panties, squashed my hand snugly into my crotch, and waited for 1 pm, where my roomates would come back for lunch break. But ten minutes later, I realized just how dire my situations was. There were almost 2 hours until my roomates returned, and my vagina area was beginning to throb. Then, a sprinkler system started outside. The sound made my situation worse. I started to touch my clitoris, and it bubbled up in pleasure. But then a loud, burning fart issued from my anus that brought me back to earth. The surprise jolted me, and I let a small spurt issue into my pants. No! I could not soil myself. But desperate times called for desparate measures. I took of my pants and panties so not to spoil them, and huddled, now half naked, in my chair, clutching my crotch area while struggling to close my asshole. But then, another fart. This time, it came with a little bit of brown left on my chair. The coffee had worked too well. Now almost crying with shame and concentration, I looked around wildly. All that was in my room were my dresser, filled with clothes, a desk with my PC, a bed, and some cabinets with some other needs. I stood up, stumbled over to my closet, pulled on a old pair of panties, and dashed into the living area. There was a small succulent on the counter in a pot. I considred it. While I was thinking, another burst of urine shot out from my vagina. I had no choice. I grabbed the succulent and pissed like my life depended on it, without even pulling down my panties. I couldn't help but moan loudly with relief. Waves of gratitude wrapped around me as I pissed into the pot. Finally, the throbbing pain in my vagina area was gone, although my buttocks were in great pain, since I had been trying to hold in the mound of shit as I pissed. When I was finally done, I had to admit it felt good! But my poo was another matter. I felt like my bowels were going to burst as I stripped off my soiled panties, put the succulent back onto the counter, and waddled towards my room. I put on a pair of clean pants and sat back down. It was now about 11:30 am, and I tried my hardest to keep my poo in. But suddenly, yet another large fart issued from my anus and that shock made the poop erupt from my painful buttocks at last. It filled my pants and I howled both in shame and relief at last. It smeared all over my rear end, messily browning everything. Brown gloop clouded my chair and pants, and I sniffed with tears of shame and relief. I pulled off my pants and put them into the hamper, cleaned myself up, and sat on my bed shaking with shame and relief that it was finally over. My roomates came back with sincere apologies and I've always been able to sprint to the bathroom anytime ever since.

This will follow the story of a Kobold slave, named Virek. She stands at 3'4" and weighs in at around 48 lbs. She has blue scales and yellow eyes, with an ownership brand on her right shoulderblade. As in the tags, this will have wetting, messing, and probably diapers. --------------------------------------- Virek was commonly touted about as an exotic slave. Something to be looked at and sometimes laughed at. When she was barely hatched, some adventurers attacked her tribe for gold and splendor, and she was among their prises, sold into slavery. Her sapphire colored scales were a rarity, and because of this she was often dressed in exotic outfits and put on display as little more than a breathing setpiece. Today was one of those days. She was dressed in vibrant violet tights and a matching sash, practically topless. Though that means nothing, she hadn't any breasts or mammaries. She stood on display, under the heat of a bright light only intensified by the glass ceiling. She was drinking as much water as was allowed, and starting to regret it. Her bladder was calling out for help, but she was under strict orders not to leave her display. She was punished harshly last time she disobeyed, they locked her in a brightly lit room with no way to speak to others and a constant light sensitivity headache. She squirmed a little as her need grew. It had been almost an hour now, and her small bladder was stressed. She looked desperately for her owner, but found he was on the other side of the room. She didn't dare hold herself, but she knew any leaks would be obvious with her brightly colored pants. She murmured in Draconic, one of the few comforts she had to remind her of who whe truly is, and looked to the crowd. So many partygoers and onlookers that are blissfully unaware of her plight. So many that are about to get a show to remember. Virek had started dancing. As a way to hide her squirming and help fight her needs, though some required her to lift her tail highly, putting increased strain on her bladder. The owner stayed away, at the drink table talking to some noblewoman or the other. Virek kept dancing, eventually starting to discretely rub her scaled thighs together mid-dance as a half-improvised dance and half desperate attempt to keep herself in check. She couldn't stop dancing if she tried. If she stopped, she would certainly lose control. At the same time, she was getting tired. Her bladder was visibly bulged, and though it would be hard to tell without knowledge pertaining to her scaly hide, she was certain that at least a few were aware of her plight. She kept dancing, and as she feared, she turned away from the crowd in a spin and when she raised her tail for the pose.. She leaked. Three seconds of leaking, but it felt like hours. The warmth and relief almost made her hold the pose and just let it all go, but she snapped out of it. She looked down at her pants. Large, visible wet spot on her crotch and spreading to the rear, as well as down her legs. She kept dancing and hoped nobody noticed. She couldn't stop, if she did it would only get worse..

After Eastern Isle, I really wanted to do a more personal story for Franziska, the main character of that interactive. I wanted to focus on her time as a monster hunter, traveling across the various countries as she takes contracts to slay the deadly beasts that prowl the land. This story focuses on Franziska and her traveling companion, Eliza. The chapters will focus on the perspectives of both girls as they travel across the land, looking for their next contract. They're relatively short chapters, more like mini-chapters that change between the girls. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter I: Franziska It was a dull morning, with grey skies looming overhead. Franziska and her companion no sooner escaped the snowy tundras of the east before the storm that had been following them came. When it started, the whole forest shook with powerful winds, showers of icy cold rain poured from the skies, and before too long, the roads became thick swamps of mud, and a fog that Franziska could only describe as an omen swept over the land. She was not unfamiliar with Balkanan weather, having traveled her as a youth; the harsh weather between it’s border and Serkaine’s did not give the country of wine and merriment the reputation it deserved. She had forgotten as she navigated her carriage through the foggy, murk-filled landscape that she had left the east at all. For Franziska, A Selkava fighter turned mercenary, the contracts in the eastern land of Serkaine had dried up. Work was rare and when it was found, it paid poorly. She stuck to the tundras and border towns, taking work from settlements that struggled to fight against the onslaught of deadly monsters. But recently, she struggled to make coin. It was not uncommon, even in the most dangerous lands, for contracts to dry up. Once it happened, Franziska would do what she had countless times before: move on to a new land. She had heard rumours of work in the camps and villages in Balkana, the neighboring country. That didn’t surprise her; even the country of wine and song had its share of monsters and better for the Monster Hunter, more coin to fill her empty purse. She had decided to ride for the country of Balkana, hoping to fill her purse, which meant journeying south and through the mountain passage of Veltalka Fortress. However, Franziska had one change in the routine of travel she had made for herself over a decade. A traveling companion. A young runaway called Eliza. The Cleric had treated Franziska after arriving at her convent, wounded from an ambush of Shambling corpses. Eliza, stricken with wanderlust, had pleaded for Franziska to take her with her, and although stubborn at first, Franziska gave in to the idea of having company, somebody to make the days less long. In the end, she left the convent with the young cleric by her side, and continued her journey south. It had been a week since the girls left the convent in Astorak. They had passed through the last of the towns on the Serkainian border. All that was left was the long stretch of forest known to travelers as the “Forest of Spirits.” Before the mountain passage of Veltalka Fortress. The morning began like any other after their first night camping; with breakfast in their bellies and a piss on the trees before heading out. The lack of supplies troubled Franziska but she had not taken proper inventory, wanting to be on the trail before sunrise. It had been a journey since dawn. They had rode well into the afternoon without a single stop. Franziska was feeling her legs go numb and she felt the pressing need to water the plants. “Let’s pull over for a little bit.” She told Eliza. Once they were in the deeper roads of the forest, sheltered from the storm, Franziska pulled the carriage to the side of the pathway and allowed herself and her companion some time to stretch their legs and empty their bladders after a long journey. As soon as the carriage stopped, Eliza scrambled down and rushed off toward the bushes furthest from their stop. “Remember not to stray too far from the caravan!” Franziska called out to her, echoing the warning she gave Eliza every time the Cleric went off to relieve herself. “I know~” Eliza groaned. She pulled her cloak over her head and vanished behind the bushes, nearly tripping over them. The last Franziska saw of the Cleric was her head as she squatted down. It had been a long journey, and Franziska, after several hours and a flask of tea was feeling the same urge as her friend. But she was the one responsible for caring for their horses and taking inventory of their supplies. She took a moment to stretch and to tend to a pesky itch on her arse. She buried her hand beneath her greaves and scratched her cheek; it felt good, finally catering to an itch that had her cheek twitching. Once was done fumbling beneath her cloak, she climbed down from the wooden carriage. Her boots squelched on the muddy road, sinking into the wet dirt. Even under the trees, she could still feel the pitter-patter of rain; it was icy cold. She trudged through the mud, wind sweeping her ruby red hair across her eyes. She grumbled and pulled the hood of her cloak up over herself to shield herself from the elements. She walked around the back of the carriage and pulled the steel bolt off the doors. The wind swept the doors open, sending them crashing against the sides with a banging thud, barely giving her time to avoid them. Franziska cursed and climbed into the caravan, out of the path of the biting winds. She took inventory of what they had left. Their supplies were dwindling. Her skills as a Monster Hunter had gone unrewarded as the past few towns offered few jobs and even fewer coin. “Hells…” She cursed. Some vegetables for stew and the dust of a bag of tea leaves. Barely enough to feed them for a few more days. She hated to do it, but at least until Veltalka, she'd have to ration their supplies. Other than that all they had left was Franziska’s silver swords, two silver blades that stood out among the dull boxes and sacks with a distinct gleam. She took one in her hands, the silver burned faintly against her gloves. "I would hate to have to sell one of you." Both swords had been with her for the best part of a decade, but pure silver was worth at least a months supply of food. She rested the sword back down, not dwelling on the thought of selling her best tools for her trade already. It was a hasty thought at best right now. She reached over her silver swords and grabbed a tattered sack full of oats for the horses. She pocketed a small flask of tea. Traveling in this cold had chilled her blood and she needed something to stave off the chill. She hoisted it to the front of the carriage and dropped it, letting it sink into the muddy road. The horses whinnied at the howling winds but settled themselves once they saw the bag of oats Franziska had hoisted for them. She grabbed a handful and held them out for the first horse. “You must be hungry after trotting through this weather.” She smiled, reaching out with her other hand to pet the horse. It huffed, but didn’t turn down the oats, or a pat. “There’s a good horse.” She whispered in Serkainian. The bushes behind her rustled. Franziska turned, seeing her companion squatting behind them, the rough fabric of a cloak shuffling between the trees. “Almost finished?” She asked Eliza. “N-Not quite.” Eliza squeaked. “I’m not used to doing it outside. Especially with company so close. Did you have to insist I stay so close to the caravan?” “I can’t have you wandering off. It’s not called the Forest of Spirits without reason.” She took a swig from the flask of tea. “I thought you said Spirits don’t come out during the daytime.” “I said they don’t come out in daylight.” She looked up at the tall trees stretching up to the dull afternoon sky and back down into the surrounding forest. “Plenty of shadows around here though. And young girls going to take a shit in the woods? Those are the easiest prey.” For a brief moment, Franziska questioned sneaking up behind Eliza and grabbing her, mimicking a spirit going for it’s prey. That would’ve certainly scared the shit out of her. But she wished to tend to the horses, and with how jittery Eliza could be, she didn’t want to make this journey any more tense than it already was. She sounded stressed enough shitting in the bushes. The first horse whinnied happily. Franziska reached down into the sack of oats and took another handful for the other horse. She tended to both horses, often looking over her shoulder to see a small figure fidgeting behind the bushes. Franziska smirked. She found the shy nature of her companion endearing. It reminded her of herself when she was a youth, fearful of everything, nervous to the point she even struggled to drop a log if it wasn’t in the privacy of a privy. Though her own upbringing with the Selkava made it easier for her to adjust to long journeys. Unlike Eliza, a pampered cleric who had spent her life in the confines of a comfortable church. Once the horses had been fed, there was only one thing left to do before journeying deeper into the forest. Franziska reached under her cloak and unbuckled her belt. She trudged through the muddy grass and toward Eliza. “H-Hey… What are you coming over here for?” Eliza squeaked, her face redder than a maiden’s spanked arse. She pulled her cloak over herself, covering her bare backside. Franziska ignored her companions cries and headed towards one of the large oaks Eliza was squatting beside. “We’ve been riding without a single stop since sunrise.” She lifted her cloak, pulled down her greaves no further than her knees and squatted over the trunk of the tree. “What do you think I’m doing?” She stuttered with bliss as she felt the warmth flow between her lips. “Ha~” The air resonated with a hissing as Franziska watered the trunk of the large oak. Her stream ran down the trunk, moistening the dry patch of mud beneath her. Her water steamed in the cold air, rising up and wafting against her bare arse. She finished quickly. The last few drops spilled from between her and she finished with a sigh. “Dammit…” She looked around for something to wipe, but had no choice but to use the edge of her cloak. She wiped between her legs with the rough fabric and pulled her greaves back up. A few seconds hunched over a tree and her arse had gone numb. It was getting colder. Franziska wrapped her cloak tightly around herself and headed back for the carriage. “Be quick, okay?” “I’m trying.” Eliza squeaked from the bushes. “Just relax. Try thinking of rivers... or waterfalls.” Franziska jested. “I would if that was… what I was doing…” The cleric’s voice was barely louder than a whisper. “Mudslides then.” Franziska shrugged her shoulders. After relieving herself, she headed back to the carriage and climbed atop it. She took the reins in her hands, waited a minute, then pounded against the side of their carriage with an impatient fist. “Are you done laying dirt?” She called over to Eliza. “We need to get moving. We’re losing daylight.” The cleric emerged from the bushes, fumbling with her trousers. She held her stomach and frowned. She climbed up onto the carriage, wincing as she bent inwards against her belly and took her seat beside Franziska. She didn’t say anything, she just sat holding her stomach and looking straight ahead with an agonized glare. Eliza was a pretty girl, though journeying had withered away her soft city-looks; her face was flaked with flecks of dried dirt, her soft cheeks bore a scratch or two that were yet to heal and the cold had made her skin pale. Though past the filth and pale skin, she was a soft girl, short and kind-eyed with a smile that rarely dwindled, a fitting appearance for a cleric, somebody to make people feel better as they tended to their wounds. A little sister of sorts. That was how Franziska saw her, somebody who was always there for her, ready to take care of her whenever the need arose. Wanting to break the silence, Franziska patted her companion on the back. “No need to look so miserable. I couldn’t shit outside when I first started traveling either.” She didn’t get even a smile out of Eliza, who just huffed and kept looking ahead, holding her stomach tighter. Franziska shrugged, grabbed the reins and rode off through the muddy trails of the forest.

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

Read First I'm really sorry if this against the rules, but I went ahead and created a new topic with tags. I didn't want to write anything that would be offensive to people who weren't into certain kinks and such. I'll continue to write this for a bit since it's been a pretty fun to practice writing. If any moderators come across this, Please just delete the original topic by the same name! Also added a doodle of Miyuki, not great but thought it would be nice to kinda show what I think, since my writing isn't the best. Chapter 1 On a quiet Friday night a tired diligent artist works on a new idea for a short romantic comedy 4-koma. She finishes typing up her script before saving, and putting her computer to sleep. Miyuki Izumi, had been working all day typing up her disappointingly short script. Even spending sometime at work, spaced out, day dreaming about the idea. She wasn't normally a bad employee, but her mind usually always revolved around her artwork, and nothing else. At 21 years of age, Miyuki held a decent salaryman job, as an office worker. She wasn't particularly skilled in much, beyond her drawing skills so often times she had to give it her 100% at her workplace in order to do her job correctly Drawing was something that plagued Miyuki she was quite an artist, but often doubted her own work. Often choosing to lie in bed scrolling through other artists work. She had serious issues with self esteem, and self confidence. She was a very short girl, along with her undesirable breast size and was also quite plain in terms of her fashion, Usually wearing longer skirts with a long sleeve sweater, or sweatpants and a t-shirt if she was home in her apartment. Even down to her large glasses she wore because of her bad eyesight. But despite these sometimes helpless feelings of despair she fought on because she loved to draw. "oh my, it's 2:am... I've got to get some sleep." She plops down onto her bed, removing her glasses and placing them on her night stand. Lifting the covers over herself, and grabs her favorite body pillow that she often slept with. Miyuki loved Magical Girl Poya Poya. It was an older magical girl show that she loved as a child, and secretly fell in love with. Hugging her pillow tightly she drifted off to slumber with a tiny smile. Miyuki jolted awake, followed by heavy breathing. Her back was cold and wet from sweat, as well as her sheets that were quite damp. She had woken from a nightmare that she had relived many times before. It was a large factor of her issues with self confidence and self esteem. She was once taken advantage of by a upper class-man in high school. The thoughts made her shiver in fear, thankfully she was saved by some nameless group of girls that caught the boy, in the girls bathroom before things could have become much worse. She became terrified of men, and often took measures not to interact with them. In that moment she was betrayed by someone who was her friend, they even shared laughs, He robbed her of her innocence, and it affected her greatly. That was five years ago. In that time, she had time to think and adapt, her parents sought out therapists. In the beginning it was rough, but eventually she was able to talk about it. She was not fixed but it did helped her move on. She still had nightmares about it. This was something that became a common occurance for Miyuki. Waking up in sweat was a more preferable occurrence, it didn't happen often but the worst case scenario she would have woken up in puddle of urine. It hadn't happened in a long time, but she took precautions nonetheless. She kept a plastic sheet over her mattress, to avoid soiling it. As well as regular bathroom use right before bed. Shivering she finally crawled out of bed and changed her clothes, putting on a pair of thick sweat pants and and a sweater she turned on her tv. Watching anime was an escape from her stress, She often left dvds in her dvd player for this purpose. After about an hour of watching anime, her stomach made and audible noise. "Ah, breakfast... "I'm gonna have to go out..." Feeling guilty of being lazy, she went ahead and took a shower, before putting on a sweater and skirt. Miyuki had fairly long black hair that went down to her back, though she often liked to keep it in a single large braid. After getting ready she grabbed her bag, and headed out. Usually she would keep some things likes eggs, bacon, and other foodstuffs, but she was so excited to get home and write some of her script yesterday, she forgot to go shopping. She locked her door, walking down the stairs to her apartment. "whoah... It's really cold out, I wish I had brought a coat." she says under her breath, rubbing her hands together. Soon her destination came into sight. It was a family restaurant that served a mixture of Japanese food, as well as more Western dishes. Walking through the door, a chime rings. She waits at the door patiently. It's not long before a older lanky man in his late 30s, comes to greet her. "Good morning Izumi-san, it's been what a year, since I've last seen you here!" Miyuki, had come to this restaurant many times before, she liked the atmosphere, the place wasn't always crowded, and she was a regular and the manger became used to her usual request. "y-yes sir, I've been busy with work and such..." Miyuki spoke a bit tense. "I'm glad to hear your working hard! So the table in the back corner?" She nodded. He grabbed a menu and some silverware, and led her to the table, she usually sat toward the wall so she could look out the window, and to minimize potential eye contact with others. "A waitress will be out soon to serve you." The manager, said after setting up the table. Miyuki thanked him as he returned to the front of the store. Looking into her bag she noticed she forgot something "n-no way." She had forgotten her phone on her computer desk. she sighed and pulled out a small sketch book and some pencils. Miyuki didn't like the attention of drawing in public, but today the restaurant was nearly empty so she seemed more open to the idea. about 5 minutes had passed before she was surprised when she heard a woman greet her quite loudly. Slightly in shock, the woman bent over placing a hand on Miyuki's shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" I-I'm okay! Miyuki awkwardly yelped. She was in disbelief of the pure femininity of this woman. She had long blond hair that went down to her waist, large blue eyes as well as make-up in all the right places. Not to mention her much more desirable figure. The lady took notice in Miyuki's dumbfounded stare. She giggled "My name is Katou-san and I'll be your waitress this morning." Miyuki finally coming to her senses. "Hi I-I'm Izumi-san n-nice to meet you!" She awkwardly replied. Katou-san Laughed again. "I don't need to know your name silly, but I appreciate your manners!" She sat embarrassed "s-sorry." "Aw your so sweet." Lifting up her clipboard, "What can I get for you?" Miyuki Replied, "Um, an orange juice, w-with pulp, a-and the hamburg steak breakfast." Writing this down Katou-san held a beaming smile,"oho, that's a cute choice!" "Alright, let me take this to the back hun, and I'll be back with your OJ!" As Katou-san left, Miyuki sat completely beat red embarrassed. Being doted on did not come naturally to her. She had felt absolutely dumb, for that greeting earlier. She thought about it hard, and something began to seem off. The waitress had a weird speech tone, she kept dropping english esque words, Miyuki wasn't all to sharp on her english but she understood popular words. Of course her blond hair, and blue eyes, also gave it away, She must not have been born in Japan, but maybe been here long enough to pick up the language? Soon the Blonde girl came back with her orange juice. "Here you go sweetie." Dropping a straw on the table, she returned to the back, with a little wave. Miyuki wondered if it would have been rude to ask about where she came from. She had never really talked to a foreigner before, but she heard some rumors about them. She began to doodle, as she sipped her orange juice. Her doodling turned to sketching, as she was interested in the strange waitress. upon a few quick sketches of the waitress, she began to feel a bit embarrassed so she quickly drew some other simple characters along side her to try to diminish the characters presence. No matter how you looked at it the drawing, it was definitely of Katou-san. Katou-san came back to check up on the small Japanese girl. "Need anything? Looks like your running low on OJ, want me to refill it for you?" Miyuki replied "Y-yes please!" She smiled reaching over the table to grab the glass. "Um... K-Katou-san... a-are you not from here?" Miyuki stuttered out. There was a bit of silence before Katou-san smiled and laughed. "You little detective.... nope, I'm not from here but I've been here for awhile, what gave it away? Was it my Japanese? Miyuki staring at the blonde beauty, with blue eyes. "N-no... just a hunch." She laughed again, "I'm kiddding! Seriously though hows my Japanese? it's not to obvious? I've thought it was okay since people around me never pointed it out." Miyuki trying to be tactful "It's.... not bad, but some of the words you say I don't really understand. Y-your accent doesn't help... b-but it's not like it's bad... but y-you do have a nice voice! Aw you think so? You're so kind! Thanks- OH I'm supposed to be getting your orange juice! I'll be right back!" The waitress returned quickly retreating to the kitchen, leaving Miyuki to her thoughts. "wow, she's really pretty, ah, I forgot to ask where she's from..." Katou-san returned, this time with a sizzling hot plate as well as another plate with her eggs and bacon all balanced on one arm, and in the other hand Miyuki's orange juice. "I'm back Izumi-san! Hearing her own name was a bit embarrassing. Setting the drink down, freeing up her arm, she skillfully maneuvered the plates off of it and on to the table. "Can I get you anything else?" Miyuki Replied "N-no, thank you." Katou-san smiled once again before leaving out of her sight. She doubled back before leaving "Oh yeah if it's not to weird, could I see what you were drawing?" Katou-san grinned. Miyuki nearly felt obligated as if she was being hypnotized by her beauty, before remembering what she had drawn, but it was too late, as she had already handed the waitress her book. Katou-san looked as she made her amazement, quite audible. She even took a seat across from Miyuki, who looked embarrassed as well as surprised. "Oh I hate this booth it's always to tight on this side, as she squeezed in, her large bosom nearly coming to rest on the table. "Oh is this one supposed to be me!?" She pointed showing the beat red Izumi. "Uh-uh... N-NO it's just a coincidence!" Miyuki panicked! Katou-san wasn't buying it as she grinned quite smugly. I don't know Izumi-san I think you really got my uniform nailed down pretty well! She spoke teasingly. Miyuki lost for words, looked as if she could cry at any moment. Katou-san laughed. "Aw it's okay! I love it, you draw really well! These other characters look really cute too!" Miyuki tried to hide her embarrassment "th-thank you..." Just as she thought the teasing was over, Katou-san made a comment with a seriously concerned expression. "Though I think my breasts are much bigger than what you've got drawn here Izumi-san!" Miyuki again lost for words not knowing how to respond, she just hid her embarrassment, I-I th-though it would have b-been rude... she quietly said. "I'm kidding! Please it's okay don't worry the place is empty, I'm just a big teaser! Oh I'm so sorry I should be letting you eat! Let me get out of here! Miyuki quickly responded. "Y-you don't have to go!" blushing. Katou-san was surprised, but she took her offer. "O-oh well I guess I'll stay then" She smiled with a light blush. Miyuki awkwardly began to cut into her food. "u-um is it okay if I ask where you're from Katou-san?"Katou-san breaking away from admiring her sketch. Finally responds. "I was born in the US." Miyuki swallowing. "Oh really! That's so cool, I'd like to visit there someday... "Yes it's a very nice country despite what people say." Katou-san seemed a bit pained. "If you dont mind me asking, why did you come to Japan?" Miyuki inquired. Katou-san seemed conflicted and a bit reserved. "I-I don't mind you asking, but maybe another time, it's a complicated topic." "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry..." Miyuki apologized. She seemed guilty about changing the mood, Katou-san seemed like a cheerful person and didn't like to hover on moody topics. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Miyuki deep in her thoughts, spoke a very out of character line. " K-katou-san I-if you ever need someone to talk to... Or.." Katou-san cut her off. "I don't really need anyone to talk too... But I could use a friend, I don't have too many of those. So maybe some time we could talk over coffee or something?" She seemed a bit happy that Miyuki had offered. Miyuki perked up, "y-yeah that sounds nice!" Just then the door chimed as a larger group of people came in." Katou-san got out of the tiny booth, peeved. "ah geez, looks like I can't talk anymore. Let me go grab your check before it gets real busy. Katou-san ran off to the back once again. about 10 minutes later. Katou-san had come back with the check, "Well it looks like it's about to get busy here...". handing Miyuki the check. "If you go up to the front He'll check you out." Miyuki nodded. There was a bit of hesitation, in Katou-san's voice, "Hey well I'm not going to be able to stick around, but I still wanna have that coffee!... so let me give you my number!" Strangely enough she pulls out an older flip phone. Miyuki got excited before she realized she had forgotten her phone. "Uh... I'm sorry but I left my phone at home..." Katou-san put her phone away and reached into her pocket, and pulled out a sharpie pen. "Hope you don't mind she smiled, leaning over the table, her larger but soft hands held onto Miyuki's as the pen tickled her palm. Katou-san was close, as Miyuki couldn't help but notice again, how pretty she really was. "There! Okay well I really gotta go, but you better call me, okay! Miyuki awkwardly replied "y-yes ma'am!" Katou-san giggled as she went over to take the other customers orders. Miyuki, for the first time in a long time, made a friend. Chapter 2 Miyuki had paid and left the restaurant as she began walking back to her apartment. She was in great mood, it wasn't everyday that she had a long conversation like that. She wanted to call Katou-san right away, of course she was still working. Now that she thought about it, she never told Miyuki, what would be a good time to call. Miyuki soon arrived at her apartment, taking off her shoes, placing them at the door. Miyuki-san happily sat on her computer chair where she left her phone, and immediately, entered in Katou-san's number into her contacts list. Swirling in her chair, her excitement grew. She soon took notice of her own eagerness, "Okay I've gotta distract myself... I've got work to do so I should get started." She woke her computer, to resume her work. She began to re-read and do some slight editing to her script before grabbing her sketch book and started drawing some rough sketches of the scenes, looking up every once in while to read. She put some music on, and soon found her self completely engaged in her activity. It had been about 5 hours of non-stop work. Her hand was a bit cramped, and her back felt stiff. A good sign she had been working to long. She let out a soft yawn, as she checked the time. 5:32pm "Whoah, yeah I should probably take a nap...b-but what if Katou-san calls first? I should just wait a bit longer..." She swiveled her chair towards her tv turning it on, continuing where she left off on her anime she was watching earlier. Soon the tired girl gave in to slumber right there in her computer chair... She woke slowly wiping sleep from her eyes. The tv repeated the main menu music, the window was dark. Coming to her senses she checked her phone it was 11pm. Miyuki Jumped up "N-No! I fell asleep!" She quickly checked her phone for any messages, seeing none she became very conflicted about what she should do. Was Katou-san already asleep? Did she work later? Miyuki grew desperate so she painfully pressed the call button and awaited for Katou-san to answer. The phone ringed for a bit each time was more disheartening. Hello? A voice on the other end spoke out. K-Katou-san?! I-it's me, Izumi! She gripped the phone tensely. "Oh, Izumi-san, you know... I was getting worried that you didn't want to see me..." Miyuki-san yelped, "T-That's not true! I-I just didn't know when was a good time to call, a-and then, I wasn't sure if you worked late, and then I tried just waiting but then I fell asleep. a-and-" Katou-san interrupted her. "I-I'm sorry... I was just teasing! Please calm down, I kind of figured that was the issue, I'm kind of an airhead sometimes. I should really pull back on the jokes." Miyuki once again fell for another one of her traps. "O-oh! y-you really had me worried Katou-san!" She shook her fist at nothing in particular. Katou-san apologized again, "Sorry, don't be mad please! Well it's kind of late I think all the coffee shops around here are closed..." Miyuki felt disappointed in herself but her determination was still high. "Katou-san! H-How about a b-beer! The bars are still open!" There was some giggling over the phone before Katou-san in between laughter replied. "Oh really! I didn't take you for someone who drank, or even someone who was old enough to!" Miyuki slightly embarrassed reassured her. "N-No I-can drink! I-I can even hold my liquor!" I'm serious! T-there's even a bar not too farm from my apartment!" There was some silence, before Katou-san replied. "I guess I have to take your offer! How about we meet at the restaurant in around 10 minutes?" Miyuki-san excitedly agreed before hanging up. She jumped all round excited as she quickly got her things ready and ran out the door, only returning a few seconds later because she forgot to lock it. Miyuki hadn't felt so happy in a long time, she was going out at night to meet a friend she had met the same day. She quickly made it to the restaurant, only 5 minutes early. She waited and waited with a grin on her face, looking about and searching for any sight of the blond. The more she waited the more she realized how few people were out, It was actually a bit spooky. Seemingly out of nowhere, She was frightened by a "boo" Jumping away she nearly had a heart attack, if she hadn't realized that it was Katou-san who had snuck behind her. K-Katou-san! Miyuki made a voice that was angry but not in the slightest intimidating. The blond was quick to apologize I'm sorry! You just looked adorable looking all over the place like that!" Miyuki blushed before she took notice of Katou-san outfit, it was much more stylish than her own clothes. She wore her hair in the same natural way, but she wore a cool looking black jacket with a blouse that exposed just enough cleavage to cause anyone to blush,and she wore a pair of jeans that hugged her legs nicely. "You done gawking?" I'm ready to hit the bars girl!" Miyuki playfully getting her attention. Miyuki came to her senses "R-right! sorry t-this way!" She led the away to the promised bar. It had been quite a couple of hours, it had started awkwardly enough as they broke each other in and soon they were talking comfortably. Comfortably left, and then came more intimately. Miyuki had lied about her ability to keep her liquor and it was obvious to Katou who was much better at doing so. Izumi had taken pleasure in drinking way to much, and by her 5th beer, was incoherently explaining to Katou-san how cool magical girls are and how she's wanted to be one all her life. Making all kinds of silly gestures and signs that the blonde could only laugh at. Miyuki had nearly ordered another before Katou stepped in. "I think you've had enough Izumi-san." She grabbed her hand before she rose it trying to get the bartenders attention. In her drunken state she had no fear of anyone even men. Though it was mostly due to Katou-san who ordered the first 2 drinks. Miyuki paused drunkenly before realizing what Katou-san meant. "O-Oh! I see, I am drunk..." It had been about 2 hours, and it was getting late, Katou felt a bit bad for the poor girl she must have been trying to impress her but she wasn't doing so well because she couldn't walk straight. Miyuki instead that she was okay and could handle the walk back to her apartment, but the mature blond knew better she put her arm around miyuki and helped her staggering out of the bar and down the dimly lit street. The normal 5 minute walk took roughly 20 minutes due to Miyuki drunken directions but eventually Katou and the young girl made it to her apartment, or at least she hoped. Miyuki had been rambling nonsense the entire time, but upon reaching the door on the 3rd floor Miyuki finally spoke something that she understood. "Um Katou-san I don't feel very good." Just then the blond, realizing what she meant, and had no time to react. The young girl stared off into space before vomit spewed from her mouth and nose. It wasn't long before she was sobbing. There was vomit on her front door as well some that had dripped on to her sweater and shoes. Katou-San quickly fished for her keys in the girls purse. Upon getting the door open she set Miyuki up against the wall. "Don't leave me Kato-san... I'm sorry." Katou reassured her. "Hey it's okay I'm gonna be right back you stay here and just have a seat." Katou had been to many parties before and knew how to deal with these things. She searched her apartment before finding her bathroom, grabbing a towel she ran back out side wiping off Miyuki's drooling mouth. She gently took Miyuki's glasses off placing them in her pocket. She then took care taking off her stained shoes. Upon taking Miyuki's sweater off Izumi-San suddendly had a burst of energy, she seemed feerful "w-what are you doing Katou-san! She weakly held on to herself making it difficult to remove her sweater. "Izumi-San sweetie your sweater is covered in vomit, I need to take it off-" "d-dont! Stop!" Her protests were void of energy. Eventually Katou-san was able to get her sweater off leaving her in a t-shirt, skirt, and black stockings. She picked up the incoherent girl, to her bed sitting her up on the edge of the bedside. "Izumi-san I think,it's best that you take a shower to try and sober you up." The young girl was nearly passed out and her eyes were red, from crying. She was most definitely tired. After some though Katou thought it was best to let her sleep. She didn't want to leave her alone in case she ended up suffocating on her own vomit. So she did the next best thing and slept next to the poor girl and kept her head on her side of the bed with a trash can. She opted for the gjrl's computer chair because for some reason her bed was a bit damp, she also noticed the strange plastic feeling under her sheets. She could only put two together which only made her feel more sorry for the girl. She had at least moved her to the dryer side of her bed. She couldn't help but rub her tired head. She looked like a little doll without her glasses on. She did have to admit she did look quite adorable with them on as well. But she kept her thoughts hidden away. She noticed looked at the clock on the night stand it was 3am. It seemed like it had been much longer. She too found herself nodding off, before she new it she was already asleep. Light was beaming into her Katou's eyes she realized it was morning, but didn't know the time. Looking over at the clock again it read 8 am, She nearly had a heart attack but she realized it was Sunday, a day she had off. Relieved she remembered that she spent the night in Izumi's apartment watching over the poor girl. She was actually a lot more worried that she had shifted her position in her sleep on to her side, but was relieved to see she was breathing. She had somehow able to find her body pillow with some anime character on it. She found equally cute as Izumi was hugging in her sleep. Katou-san couldn't help but to take picture with her phone until she realized it was dead. "figures..." She said with a smile before going back to watching the cute girl again. She had almost reached over to pet her head, until she suddenly noticed Izumi's light brown skirt, grew darker before visibly flowing liquid could be seen and heard. Katou gasped out loud before attempting to wake the girl up. Multiple shoves were required as the young girl held tightly to her pillow urine began to soil that too, as she had it tucked in-between her legs. "Izumi-san please wake up!" she said gently trying not to startle her awake. She suddenly woke up and she just stared off into the distance before noticing a blond girl looking over her. "K-katou...san?" she shifted and immediately felt the wetness on her legs and skirt as well as the currently trickling pee. Miyuki tried to jump up and quickly dart for the bathroom but she was wrapped up in her sheets and the large body pillow, she tried and tried, fighting to make it to the bathroom but she couldn't even get a foot on the floor. Eventually her bladder gave up and she sat there on her bed on her hands and knees wetting herself. She hung her head in shame but was equally to scared to look anywhere else. Thankfully her lower portion was covered in sheets, but even Katou knew what she was doing. Her breathing became heavy and staggered as her shoulders jerked. The blond walked over to the girl, she got down in front of the girl, who had made it just to the edge of the bed. She saw the face of a mortified girl, her eyes were open, casted down. brimming with tears refusing to look at anything else. she bit her lip but nothing could stop the pitiful sound of choked sobs. Katou grabbed and pulled the girl into a tight hug, not caring about the soaked sheets that surround the girl. Miyuki made some attempt at an apology but, Katou-san just held her tight without any words. Before long Miyuki gave up and let her self cry, she cried for a long time. The only thing breaking through her sobs, were Miyuki's heartfelt sorry's. it had been about 30-40 minutes before Katou-san spoke. "Izumi-san, It's okay... I don't think of you any less." She began to stroke the girl's hair. "You had a rough night you know? It wasn't your fault." Soon Miyuki had brought her tears down to sniffling. Katou noticed this and began to help the poor girl, trying her best to be tactful. "Hey how about we get you up and into the shower would you like that?" There was a pause before she could feel Izumi nodding. She could feel the girl struggling with the sheets, before Katou, simply princess carried her to the bathroom which almost started Izumi tears back up. "It's okay, just calm down. Miyuki hadn't felt so miserable, so humiliated, and helpless in a very long time. She couldn't help but cry, at the same time, she had never felt such kindness, and love from someone other than her own mother before. She tried her best to stifle her tears, and try to remain somewhat dignified. Soon she was placed down onto her feet. The floor was cold, and her soaking wet stockings didn't help. Katou-san gently untangled the sheets around the shivering girl, soon leaving her in her skirt which was almost completely wet down the middle and around her bottom, her stockings were fully soaked. She was so embarrassed, trying to cover herself which was nearly impossible. The tall blond rolled up the sheets into a ball, before addressing the younger girl. "Izumi-san go ahead and take your clothes off and leave them at the door, you go ahead and take a shower, and I'll wash these for you." Miyuki protested insisting that she shouldn't have to do so, but was ultimately silenced by Katou. "It's okay hun, let me help you." Katou-san took the sheets to the washing machine, and waited outside the bathroom door until a small hand held the soaking wet clothes just outside the bathroom door. The blond grabbed her clothes being mindful not to peak. She took her clothes to the washing machine, and started a load. Soon it was just her, the sound of the washing machine, and the sound of the young girl showering. It had been in the back of her mind since this morning but she felt horrible for feeling the way she did. Katou had a secret, she enjoyed watching girls wet themselves, bed wettings, toilet accidents... She drew immense pleasure from it, but most of all, she enjoyed when it wasn't on purpose... The blond had grown with this strange fetish for a long time, she used to hate herself for having it, and right now she really did hate herself for even thinking about that right now. This wasn't the first time she had witnessed it... but it was surely the most pitiful of them all. All she knew is that she wanted to protect this girl. Deep in her heart she felt that something was hurting Izumi-san. Chapter 3 Miyuki sat silently in the shower, letting the warm water pound her back and head, she had tucked herself into a ball and refused to move for quite awhile. She was replaying the incident over and over. She felt miserable, she felt humiliated, and she felt dumb. She wasn't able to make the call to Katou earlier, so they could have coffee. She couldn't hold her liquor, and ended up vomiting right in front of her. She had to be taken care of by Someone she hadn't even known for whole a 24 hours, forcing her to stay the night in her apartment. To complete the deal she had wet the bed, as well as wetting herself right in front of her. She quietly began to sob again, she tried her best but she just couldn't help feel how helpless and pathetic she was. An unknown amount of time had gone by as she sat in the shower, she had stopped crying and realized she should finish up in the shower and properly apologize to Katou for everything. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower, and grabbing a towel, she began to dry herself off. She held on to the door handle tying to compose herself. She was still shaking but she had to do what was right. She called out for Katou but there was no response, She did so again but heard nothing. She opened the door and saw no-one there. She grew worried but she also noticed her bed was not only dry but it was made, her clothes were folded on the bed. It felt weird having the presence of someone else in her, typically empty apartment. She walked over to the bed and noticed some breathing, and sure enough Katou-san had fallen asleep on the floor. She felt embarrassed because she was clutching in one hand her body pillow, and in the other hand her Magical Girl Poya Poya pillow case. She must have been trying to put it back on and fell asleep right on the spot. She smiled a bit, and it was the first smile she had made that morning. Seeing that she was a sleep she went a head and got dressed slipping on a pair of panties, sweat pants, and a long sleeve shirt. She hadn't had anyone sleep over at her apartment or house before, and wasn't really sure what to do, but she figured it was best to let her sleep. She grabbed a blanket from her closet and draped it over the sleeping blond. She soon found herself standing above the girl, staring at her face. It was a beautiful face that made it hard for the girl to look away. She was able to bring herself to her senses and found away to keep herself busy. She went over to the small kitchen area and decided to put a pot of coffee on. She tried her best not to make any noise. She thought about using her computer but the way Katou-san was sleeping made it difficult to actually sit at it, so she decided to work traditionally on her bed. She grabbed her headphones so she could listen to music, but her phone was nearly dead, so she went ahead and put it on the charger. She drew in her sketchbook in relative silence for about and 2 hours had passed and soon Miyuki had fallen asleep as well. Miyuki had been woken for the second time this morning by a blonde girl. She jolted up in surprise, realizing that once again she was going to have to face Katou-san. The blond was relieved, "Sorry that I woke you... I-uh... threw away your plastic sheet... I wanted to make sure you didn't... have another accident." She tried choosing her words more carefully as not hurt the small girl. Miyuki replied, "t-thank you... for doing that..." She went on her hands and knees on the bed, bowing her head, she was groveling in forgiveness. She spoke shaking. "I'm sorry for everything Katou-san. I don't know how to repay you. I'm just so sorry." Katou-san was lost for words. She wasn't Japanese but she knew that groveling was a serious deal. "I accept your apology but it's just as much my fault, I should have known you were having a lot to drink last night. I'm the elder her and I had a responsibility to take care of you. So please for the sake of being my friend will you please not grovel like that?" saying this, the blonde, gently sat on the bed with her. The groveling girl finally sat normally, her face was still hot with shame. She grabbed the small girls hands "Izumi-san... is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Miyuki felt Katou's hands, they were soft and gentle but at the same time she felt that if she ran away those same hands would not allow it. hearing this she thought hard. "Is there something that's been troubling you?" Miyuki was deep in thought unsure if Katou was talking about what she thought she was talking about. She wasn't the most open about things especially her past. "I turned down your offer yesterday... about needing someone to talk to, because I don't feel comfortable with my past. I don't like talking about it and I don't want to think about it." Miyuki listened intently. "Now how about we make a deal, If I tell you about why I left the US, how about you tell me about yourself, and your past." Miyuki thought about it, she twiddled her fingers, and thought really hard, the only ones that new about her past were her parents and her therapist. All of which she hadn't really seen in good while. She did feel safe with Katou-san. She had taken care of her the whole night and continued to do so in the morning. She really must have cared right? She nodded her head hesitantly in response. Katou smiled "Then it's a deal! but before we get started, I smell coffee, and I think this would be a nice talk over some coffee, don't you think?" Miyuki remembered she had put the coffee on but forgot about it when she fell asleep. "Y-yes I think so too, the mood change helped her feel a bit more relaxed. She ran over to the kitchen before turning back. "u-um the coffee... I-I might have to microwave it...." Katou-san replied "That's fine, sorry for the trouble!" It had been an hour of constant talking, most of which had been done by the blonde. Katou-san was born in the US, her real name however was Juliette Alice, she enjoyed her life there. She was a fairly popular girl in high school, a true queen bee. Though she was kind and understanding and was usually the one to stick up for other students the ones that were bullied and such. Juliette was not a very bright girl, nor did she posses any talent in the arts, or music. She did however enjoy sports, she was a good athlete which helped her through high school with numerous scholarships. She did however hold a secret, she was attracted to both women and men, but she never enjoyed the company of men the same way she did when she was hanging around girls. She had always kept this to herself, and for the most part never acted on the urges. It wasn't until the 11th grade that she had befriended a girl that she ran with often during track practice. She had known her for years, and at one point she just felt determined that maybe she was able to understand her feelings. If not, she was still a good friend and would understand her. She thought she had nothing to loose. Juliette decided to come out to her parents first, they were the supportive figures in her life of course. They had disregarded anything she had said, and strictly forbid her from talking anymore about it. She had been in complete shock, she couldn't believe it. About a month later, she brought the topic back up this time she was met with strong retaliation. This went on for months. She felt shame for her sexuality she felt disgusted. If her own parents wouldn't understand, how could anyone else? She continued through her school life, she was no queen bee anymore she was depressed, she became much more stoic, and spaced out. She favored watching videos on the internet, and browsing her computer in the late night. She found herself on forums about romance, and fan fiction, and soon she found her way towards watching anime, she only knew what she heard some of the geekier students talk about when they walked past. She became instantly hooked, she love it, nothing was forbidden, and nothing was wrong, it was all acceptable. Yuri, they called it, She became infatuated with the whole community, the fan works the art, the stories. She was happy, and she felt good about herself, that others were out there that were okay with. it hadn't been a year until her parents had taken notice in her grades. Upon taking her computer away they browsed her history and that was it. They confronted her again, they gave her the option of continuing school or going to bible school. Of course any sane person would have stayed away from the later. So she did, she finished high school, and slowly her rebellious side began to show, and on the day she received her diploma she left home at the age of 18. She left her home and she left her town. She planned ahead selling everything she owned she even stole back the laptop and sold it too. Her plan was to move to Japan. It was a dumb single minded plan but the though of it kept her going. With what she had in cash she was able to open her own bank account, but it wasn't enough, she only had about 1000$. She scrounged around taking small jobs, and by the time she was 22 she amassed about 10,000$ She flew, traveling as light as a feather picking the cheapest location that she could find. A one way trip. She wasn't coming back. She had issues with the language, as well as finding a landlord that would give her a room. She struggled for a long time in between jobs that she couldn't keep because of her living situation. 3 years had passed, she was a complete homeless mess. One night she walked into that same restaurant down the street, she had enough for one meal and a beer. Later that morning the manager's wife. found the same girl asleep outside their restaurant. He took her in and let her use they're shower upstairs. She begged him for a job only in payment for food. The girl worked well, really well and by the end of the day she had earned herself a job, a meal and a home. Her story had moved Miyuki to tears. "Katou-sa-..Arisu-san, oh my goodness, I didn't know you went through so much!" Miyuki held the blonde girls hand as she sniffled. "I-it's okay Izumi-san r-really come on now." Miyuki spoke, again. "I'm sorry, have I've been using the wrong name?" Katou reassured her, "No, please, just use whatever's more comfortable for you okay?" Miyuki nodded. Wow I feel kinda better getting that off my chest! So Izumi-san... I want to know your story, what's been bothering you?" Miyuki knew it was coming but it now was her turn. She played with her fingers before trailing off into speech. "There... was this boy.... that I was friends with..." She spoke slowly as she told the older girl who stared intently with her blue eyes. She told her about how they used to walk to and from school together. How the boy was like a brother to her. She kept avoiding parts of the story, but she couldn't do it with Miyuki's eyes staring at her. "H-he t-t-took... me into the b-bathr" her voice became shaky, "h-he took my m-my und." Katou-san quickly grabbed the girl into a hug as she did many times already. "Hey you don't have to say anymore!" she repeated over and over again. She rocked her back in forth "It wasn't your fault, nothing has been your fault, you hear me?" She continued, soothing the girl. Miyuki could only cry "w-why did he do that?" through her hiccuping voice. Katou continued to hug her tightly as the evening sun lit the tears on the young girls face. Katou once again was holding the girl as she calmed down. She felt as if the past 18 hours consisted of either sleeping, hugging or both. "I-i'm okay now Katou-san" She lightened her hug on the girl. Her eyes red from crying, Katou had forgotten that she still had Izumi's glasses in her pocket. "Oh I almost forgot to give these back." She took the glasses, opening them up and placing them on the girls face. She wiped a stray hair from her face, Katou couldn't help but be honest."Your so pretty Izumi-san, I don't want to see such a pretty face covered with such sad tears." Miyuki felt embarrassed hearing that from her, but secretly she was happy. Miyuki hugged Katou catching the blonde of guard. "T-thank you... for everything today." Katou felt her heart pound warmly. "Aw sweetie, I want to be here for you. I'm your friend arn't I?" about an hour later Katou had Miyuki wrapped in her arms, as they spent the afternoon watching anime together. Katou ordered a pizza, and the two had a great time. Miyuki had not laughed that much in a long time, for a brief instance it felt like a little piece of childhood, had been restored. Soon it was 10 pm. Katou knew she had to go back to the restaurant, and get a good night sleep for work in the morning. Miyuki also had work tomorrow. "Well Izumi-san it looks like our little party is coming to an end." Miyuki wasn't very happy about it but she understood. They hugged each other goodnight as Miyuki worriedly watched her turn the corner down the stairs. "U-um Katou-san w-when will I see you again?" The blond turned and smiled. "The weekend for sure, but the restaurants open till 8pm during the week!" She waved goodbye as she disappeared down the stairs. For the next couple of weeks the two spent many weekends together if not every. They were all each-other really had. Miyuki felt confidence when she was around Katou, she was kind and she was understanding. Katou liked Miyuki she couldn't lie to herself but the relationship she had with Miyuki was nearly enough, she loved seeing that girl smile and laugh. 3 months had passed, it seemed like a whole year to the two girls. One Saturday afternoon the two were together in Miyuki's apartment. Katou had grown used to calling Miyuki by her first name. She thought it was cuter and more fitting than Izumi. Miyuki still called Katou the same name out of respect, she was still her senpai of course. The blond had been watching some of Miyuki's anime, while she was working on a drawing. "Hey, Miyuki..." Katou spoke suspiciously. "yes Katou-san?" The blonde felt bad, she was about to ask something quite serious. "Remember that day after we first met... " Miyuki felt a bit concerned, she turned her computer chair to face her properly but Katou was still face away watching the TV. "O-of course I remember..." "You know how I said that..... I found girls attractive...?" "yes I remember..." Miyuki responded intrigued.. There was a pause before Katou spoke again. "W-well that's it, I-I love you Miyuki." She turned around to face Miyuki, her expression slightly concerned. "Ever since that day I've wanted to protect you, care for you and to love you. I... I was just hoping that you felt the same." Miyuki was surprised because she had never seen Katou blush so hard before, Nevertheless she was happy to hear her words. "I've never really been confessed to nor have I done so... S-so I don't really know how I feel about love with another girl... but I think I might have been feeling the same way, s-so please be patient with me, b-but I accept your confession, because I trust you Katou-san." Katou-san had never felt happier. "Oh Miyuki she ran over to the small girl, eliciting a giggle out of her as she was smothered by the girls hug. They soon found themselves on Miyuki's bed embracing each other. "Hey Miyuki is it okay if sleep over tonight?" Miyuki smiled. "Of course I-I'd love that!". The two were up late in the night drinking coffee and making up silly manga stories, Katou even drew some up, though she wasn't an artist in the slightest, Miyuki tried her hardest not to laugh at the funny faces she drew. Soon it was 1 am and the two seemed like it was time to go to bed. Miyuki had made a bed for the tall girl on the floor next to hers. They hugged each other goodnight, and Katou gave Miyuki a kiss on the forehand leaving Miyuki in a blushed state. "Good night Miyuki, I love you." Miyuki blushed hearing the words again. "I-i love you to Katou-san!" Katou-san was the first to fall asleep. Leaving Miyuki in a blushed mess, she hugged her pillow tightly, she thought to herself. "Katou-san loves me!"

Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look like? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^

I saw Ashe, and knew what I had to do. This story also includes some fine art of our favorite cowgirl done by Livinginfinite. You can see more of his excellent art on his tumblr: https://thelivinginfinite.tumblr.com/ There will be a part 2, I just decided to split it up because it was really long and it was taking too much time, so I figured I'd just post the first Ashe part for now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “All right, saddle up, everyone!” The commanding voice of Ashe issued over the clamor of the Deadlock gang. The various thieves, crooks, outlaws and other vagabonds stopped in their tracks as they heard the voice of their leader, “We got a score, and soon. I want every gun loaded, every bomb prepped, and I want everyone to know the plan!” Ashe stood atop a tall stack of crates, overlooking the crowd gathering in front of her. Her colossal Omnic guardian stood to the side, watching on. There was not a peep from the gang once Ashe took the stage; everyone in the Deadlock knew better than to piss off their fierce leader. There was no shortage of tales of her chaotic, spiteful and vengeful nature. Everyone in the gang knew that Ashe’d have Bob wring their necks if they so much as looked at her funny. Ashe, naturally, adored the fear and respect her underlings had for her. She began to outline their plan; it was a relatively simple one, just a smash-and-grab on a nearby bank. However, as Ashe laid out the plan to her crew, she began to feel the urge to pee, and this was a problem for her. She was one of the last people you might think would have troubles with any sort of bathroom matters, but you’d be in for a surprise. Years of fighting, drinking, firefights, and explosives had taken their toll on Ashe, and left her with certain… “weaknesses” in regards to her bladder and bowels. Weaknesses that required the young woman to wear diapers. No one except for Bob knew about her protection, and she aimed to keep it that way. Fortunately for her, her long coat obscured anyone’s view of her rear, preventing them from seeing the bulky garment bulging through her pants. Still, though, Ashe greatly preferred to avoid using the thing when in front of her crew, which became a problem as she felt her need to relieve herself rising. She had very little control over her bladder, and in the middle of her speech, she felt the space between her legs begin to grow hot and soggy. Her cheeks reddened, and she found herself stuttering slightly while speaking. She cleared her throat, and continued speaking, doing her best to ignore the fact that she was still urinating on herself. Her diaper happily soaked up her pee, growing and swelling as it did so. The hot wetness spread around, thoroughly saturating her privates before travelling to her backside and soaking into the fabric there. Astoundingly, she was still peeing, too. Ashe was just wrapping up her speech when she felt something that nearly made her heart stop: a drop of urine slowly winding down her thigh. Her diaper was leaking. “Er, and that’s about everything,” Ashe hastily concluded her speech, “So start gettin’ ready, we’re headin’ out ASAP!” She jumped down off the crates, wincing as her diaper squished from the movement. She and Bob walked away from the crew and, when they were out of earshot of anybody, Ashe leaned over to ask, “Bob! I peed while I was talkin’, was it noticeable?” In response, her silent partner simply gave a thumbs-up, signalling that she was good. Ashe exhaled in relief. Now she just needed to get changed, then she’d be ready to head out on their excursion. They came upon a two-story building near Route 66 that the Deadlock had appropriated as a temporary headquarters; the upstairs of which was being used as Ashe’s room. “Just gimme a sec, Bob, I just gotta changed,” she said, ascending the stairs. Bob held out his hand in a sort of “wait for me!” gesture, but Ashe stopped him, “It’s not that bad, Bob. I’ll be fine,” she said, still grateful for his concern. Entering into her room, Ashe tossed her coat to the side, and prepared to further undress in a way that had become routine since her incontinence had fully manifested… only, she stopped when she saw what was in her room. An exceptionally tall, slender, orange-haired woman stood imposingly in her room. Around her were several unconscious Deadlock members, several of them lying in puddles with lumpy bulges in their pants. The tall woman turned quickly to face Ashe. Ashe reached for her rifle, but did not draw it when she realized that the woman had no weapon, and was simply smiling and steepling her fingers at her arrival. She kept her hand on her gun, just in case. “Ah, at last,” the woman began, her Irish accent only raising more questions about who she was, “I was growing tired of waiting for you.” “You got five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t blow you away here and now, lady!” The Irish woman chuckled before putting her hand on her chest, “I am Moira, I represent a party whose goals I feel can align with your own.” “Uh-huh. That why you took out so many of my guys?” “Now I did try to tell them I wasn’t here to hurt anyone,” She gave one of them a little kick, causing the downed woman to groan a little, “they are still alive.” “And what goals do you think we have in common, you psycho?” “Simple: There’s a woman I want to hunt down. There’s a man you want to hunt down.” “Yer talkin’ about McCree.” “Mmhm,” Moira nodded, “Turns out our respective targets are fairly well acquainted.” “Cut to the chase, already!” “I’m trying to do away with an old colleague of mine- one Angela Ziegler- and she would most certainly know how to go about finding your old friend,” Just mentioning McCree made Ashe tighten her grip on her rifle, “My organization didn’t want to spare any resources on what they deemed a ‘personal vendetta,’ so I’m left pretty short-handed. I’ve got a very simple offer for you, Ashe: help me take care of this thorn in my side, and I’ll let you interrogate her for McCree’s location before we… tidy up.” “... Interestin’... ” Ashe murmured, “Now, what’s stoppin’ me from callin’ my friend Bob up here and having him snap you in half like the twig you are for disrespectin’ me and my gang like this?” Moira scowled slightly, then seemed to vanish from sight in a puff of purple and black smoke. “Wha-” Ashe exclaimed. Only a split second later, Moira reappeared in a similar cloud of dark smoke, with her right hand gripping Ashe’s face tightly. Where each finger pressed into her skin, she felt a painful burning sensation. “I am what’s stopping you,” Her fingers dug deeper, still burning intensely, “I’m here to offer you an alliance to benefit the both of us, not to make enemies,” Ashe’s entire face began to tingle, then sting when Moira’s hand seemed to glow purple, “But if you are so intent on it, I can assure you that I am a powerful and deadly enemy.” Ashe had no idea what was happening. It felt like her head was being burned away. She’d fought in thousands of intense fights, but she’d never seen anything like this before. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest, and she couldn’t find her words. A sound, a bit like a mudslide, filled the room as Ashe’s bowels were emptied into her soaked diaper. She felt the foul mess drop out of her body, piling up in her diaper, filling the spaces between her legs. The mess was soft, and spread around quickly. She was sure she felt some of it slip out of the diaper and into her actual pants. Her bladder had found more contents to lose, as well; while she was soiling herself, a powerful stream of urine flooded her diaper once more. The garment was soaked and full to bursting, and the urine not so much “leaked” as poured out of the diaper, which had lost all pretense of functioning by this point. Her thighs were suddenly warmed and wet by the twin rivers of pee flowing down her legs. Moira arrogantly smirked the entire time this was transpiring. Once Ashe had finished wetting and soiling her pants, the intimidating woman let go of her face, saying, “Seems like we have an understanding, then,” With a little flick of her other hand, a small, golden cloud was sprayed onto Ashe’s face. She expected more pain or further humiliation, but was surprised to feel the burning sensation fade away. She frantically patted her head with both hands, searching for damage, but none was to be found. “Stop worrying, I’ve healed you up.” Moira took a step back, and extended her hand- the healing one- out for a handshake, “We don’t have to be enemies, Ashe. Let’s work together, and take care of two pests at once,” Ashe slowed her breathing, and found her voice, “And you’re sure this woman you’re after is gonna know where McCree ran off to?” “I’m certain of it,” “... Okay, yeah… You got a deal, Moira,” Ashe reached out, and shook the mysterious woman’s hand. “Excellent. I’ll contact you again in about an hour with some instructions. For the time being, you may wish to devote some time to cleaning yourself up.” The deal struck, Moira vanished into thin air once more. Ashe looked around, but did not see her reappear anywhere nearby. Ashe absolutely hated the woman, but she did have a point about cleaning up. She hadn’t made a mess of herself this severely in a very long while. Now she probably would need Bob’s help to get changed. Not to mention that were several injured people unconscious in her room, many of them in similar states of needing a change. “Bob!” She shouted as she exited the building to get her Omnic companion, “Need some help here, Bo-” “Ms. Ashe!” Her heart almost stopped when she was greeted by a small group of Deadlock members outside the building. They looked somewhat panicked and had their weapons ready. “We heard someone say that an intruder was attacking us! Are you okay, Ms. Ashe?” The person at the forefront of this small group, a young woman, asked. Her eyes drifted downwards, settling on the obviously wet crotch of Ashe’s pants. And Ashe was sure they could smell her other accident. The Deadlock woman averted her eyes, and the others present slowly caught on and did the same. Ashe wanted to die on the spot. “Oh, um… Did you, uh… need a minute, Ms. Ashe?” The woman’s voice grew fainter and fainter as she spoke. Something snapped inside of her, and Ashe felt her shame get replaced by anger. She couldn’t stand the way they were pitying her right then. Her blood beginning to boil, she took an intimidating step forward, “I’m doin’ just fine, kid. You came by at the perfect time, as a matter of fact. There’s about ten people knocked out in my room, and unless you’re plannin’ on joinin’ them, I suggest you get to clearin’ them out!!” The Deadlock woman almost fell down as she retreated backwards, away from Ashe. As she’d hoped, a wet stain formed on the woman’s crotch, and travelled down her thighs. A few others in the group were doing the same. “Get movin’!” Ashe commanded. The woman frantically nodded, then ran into the building. The others followed after her. Ashe smirked when she noticed the messy bulge in the back of the woman’s pants. “Bob!” She called out. After a second, the large Omnic stood by her side. “Help me get cleaned up. After that, we’ve got a new plan...”

At the time of posting, this club is pretty dead in terms of activity. I want(ed) to change that. This thread will be a repository of any queer commissions I work on that the customer gave me a thumbs-up to share. I will clearly tag every story with BOLD UNDERLINED ALLCAPS to indicate what it contains. IE, NO MESSING means that it will be free of messing - Using that as an example since a fair few people aren't into that, but it is something I frequently write. Unfortunately for the men loving men/masc loving masc folks, I do not write anything of the sort - I'm a trans, nonbinary woman and a lesbian, and it's something I personally cannot stand to write. Hopefully somebody will pop up to help fill that void, though! If you want to commission something for yourself or to share with the community, please DM me - My rates are reasonably cheap and I'm all too happy to receive the motivation to practice better writing. My next post will contain one story, featuring characters from Pokémon, though it may be some time before I get the post up.

I recently find more messing clips in the female diapers and ageplay sector. I can remember there have been less when I was not regestered here. I personally do not enjoy messing clips, it just does not feel good, I really like wetting, though. My question is, how do you feel about messing, does it mind to you that it is a bit of a slobbery story? I mean, personally I do not think that wetting is icky, so maybe messing just feels normal to people liking that, too. Some time ago I read that story how messing feels for a woman, but that was not my thing either after having it told. So, how do you feel about it? Tailsuser

Hello, and welcome to AuthorFaust's Commissions thread. Faust was just thinking about the last time Faust went to open these, but didn't have a proper setup, or a proper paypal or such to receive any such payments, causing many issues and or dissuading things.... But, Faust has remedied at least one of those problems, making payment more flexible and as such, writing prices a bit easier to work for! Faust wants to iterate that Faust is not in any danger as it is in case this kind of thing flops: Faust is basically doing this as a mild hobby to acclimate to his urge to spend money on a game he plays on the side. [Fate Grand Order, in case one was curious.] But, should you desire a Faust-written story of your own choosing, and are willing to compensate Faust, then read along! Otherwise, feel free to lurk, and maybe check out Faust's current Interactive! If Faust gets into the writing spirit enough with things....Faust might even have a second one to work on/Begin anew! ============================================================================================================================================ Commission Guidelines Specialities / What Faust will do Piddle-related incidents: [Including, but not limited to: Desperate Struggles, Free peeing, unintentional urination in garments, intentional urination in garments] Tummy-Related Incidents: [Including, but not limited to: Desperate Tummy Turmoil, Copious amounts of Gas, Panty-defiling production] Psuedo-Loli: [A character that looks or acts young, but is in actuality properly of age as dictated by your region of living] Diaper-Duties: [A character wearing/Utilizing a Diaper to deal with toilet issues.] Crossdressing: [A character Disguising themselves as the opposite Gender for intentions: Vulgar or not] Females: [Faust writes many works with a nearly-all female cast. However, this does not mean Faust won't at least try to write accident-incited stories with male protagonists.] Magical Mishaps: [Magical spells have Illicit Effects: Intentional or Not] Psuedo-Humans: [Beings that appear to be normal humans, but may have different Biology. Like Vampires, Ghouls, Servants etc.] Lovely Lewdities: [Characters interacting with other character's naughty parts.] Yandere Behavior: [Actions including but not limited to: Stalking, Trespassing, Fantasizing, improper treatment/acquisition of garments to a character.] Lewd Pranking: [Including but not limited to: Underwear Theft, Drink spiking, Skirt flipping, etc] Delays: [Things that stall a chance to relieve private needs such as: Long Lines, Occupied Stalls, Naughty Siblings stalling out, presence of Teachers or Parents, etc.] ============================================================================================================================================= Repulsions: Things Faust will not do Excessive Violence: [Faust will not focus on Excessive injuries, bloody scenes, dismemberment, or other forms of physical torture] Non-Consensual acts of Sexual intercourse: [No Forced Sex, plain and simple] NTR in regards to Yuno Gasai: [Personal Authorial Preference] ============================================================================================================================================ Middle Ground: Things Faust Might Do: Ask Faust. Faust will answer you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Faust Reserves the Right to Modify this list at any given time.] =========================================================================================================================================== Pricing: Faust is still new at this pricing thing, but Faust will do his best to make a suitable setup, given the situation. Given examples such as MasterXploder whose thread can be found here, Faust will do pricing based on one of the following: 1. Word Count: $6 for every 1,000 Words. [$3 for every 500] Limit: 4,000 Words per Commission Incidents: 2,$4 for every incident/delay over the story. [For Example: Making a character Immediately wet would be 4, but having someone occupy the bathroom, an out of order sign on the next, a massive line blocking the third, and a wetting outside of the school would be 16. Discuss with Faust for the proper pricing before writing is begun] 3. Commissioner preference: [The Commissioner Negotiates a price with Faust directly, based on content.] [Specials:] [These are Special Themed Orders that one can make with Faust. These are limited time, so scoop em up, if you want them!] 1. Yuno Experiments: [Yuno is trying to experiment with various kinks, in order to cater to more desires.... [Incident/delay based: $3 per delay/incident of choice] 2. Bathroom Blowout: [With the bathroom out of order, Girls need to find other ways or places to go. $3 per Girl, +$1 for unfortunate Accidents in garments] 3. Personal Fantasy: [A story Written with a character that is aware of your presence, and is catering to your desire] [$15. Up to 3 characters per commission: DIscuss with Faust for details] 4. Catching Shorts: [Barring all plot and buildup, this is a special bit where you catch the target just as they are defiling garments, or otherwise dealing with urges. These are much much shorter than usual, given it's just the incident.....But come at a clip of $1 Per incident. (Meaning spotting someone wet outside of school would be a Dollar, but making them lose it at three more intervals would be 4 dollars total. The same person can be chosen more than once, though you might prefer different locations. Discuss with Faust Prior. If these are popular, Faust might develop a further special.] =========================================================================================================================================== [Catching Short Example:] ============================================================================================================================================ [Issuing Payment] Faust believes in providing optimal service for his customers, and as such, will not take payment until the commission is done. Faust would be too tempted to spend the money right away, and Faust wants to get the work done. As such, you will inform Faust of what your commission is. (Through Messaging him on this, or In this thread], and Faust will provide it to you, after which, you will paypal Faust the agreed upon amount. Failure to do so will get you on the Blacklist, and likely bar you from future commissions. Faust is trusting you, so please do not let Faust down. Whitelist: Zenkopan: [For being an amazing requester from last time Faust opened commissions] Night Rain: [First Commissioner since opened Commissions!] Blackist: None! [Let's keep it that way, everyone] ====================================================================================================================================== Parting Notes: Faust has a random smattering of knowledge of characters. As such, if it is not a character Faust has been seen using, one might want to ask Faust if he is aware of the series before writing. Informing Faust is always the best way to get a proper answer! So, any questions, ask away! Faust works a part-time Job, so works may be a bit slower than he'd like.

Gurochan got a recent revamp and I though I should remind people of this fun resource. The Scat board, despite the name, has a great deal of peeing, wetting, diapers, desperation, and other goodies relevant to our interests. Check it out! Share your collection! Keep circulating the tapes!

Commision for @Alex Oxford Hope you like! Maria fussed over the part in her hair again, letting out a grunt of frustration. Today had been her day off, and she had planned.. activities, yet one of the other girls at the resteraunt had called in. Now she was getting dressed and prettying herself up. As much as she was looking forward to a lazy day in, she loved her job and was well known for being the girl to pick up the slack when it arose. Looking in the mirror again, she ran a comb through it in a last-ditch attempt to get it to behave. Maria was a young Latina woman, with caramel skin and ebony hair streaked with pink highlights. She had a rounded face, clear of blemishes save for a small beauty mark under the right corner of her eye. The girl was blessed with a voluptuous body, with curvy breasts and a round bottom that could be seen even with her skirted waiter's uniform, which was short enough to tease. Finally being satisfied, she put on a pair of black suede flats and headed out to her car. As she was driving, her stomach made more than a few noises, reminding her of her prior engagement... which was now called off. It was not happy about being stood up... but when was it ever, given her hobbies? "Ay, shut it, you!" she mumbled, glad that she didn't carpool so nobody else could hear her chastising her own body. When she arrived, she saw why her boss didn't just push through without the other girl; the place was packed! She hurried inside, realizing she wouldn't have time to use the bathroom. It seemed tonight she would be relying on her stamina to push through the few hours until the shift change and the next group could take over! Her stomach seemed to sense this, and responded with another burble deep inside, and Maria blushed and prayed that none of her coworkers would hear her. Clocking in, Maria went out and got the first few orders on her assigned tables. The first two hours went by fast enough, the customers unremarkable as they were. Despite her need, work always seemed to speed things up. Even the occasional ten-hour shift seemed to go by in a snap... although she was glad she didn't have such a shift tonight. As she worked through the motions, her need became harder and harder to ignore, last night's (purposefully) rich dinner making itself known. It was nearing the last hour, and things were winding down a little bit, when a single man had come in, sitting in a corner table in her area. Approaching with her notebook, she noticed he was about her age, clean shaven and with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. He wore a three-piece suit, which looked positively strapping on him, and she couldn't help but bite her lip as she approached. Snapping out of it and offering a pleasant smile, she spoke, "Good evening, sir! Do you have anything in mind, or would you like to hear tonight's specials...?" She tried her best to hide her desperation, which had grown quite strong now, but couldn't help but lift one foot onto it's toe to press into the floor behind the other. Oh, why did she have to get called in!? "Oh, I was thinking a cerveza and maybe the appetizer sampler. I'm merely relaxing after a long day, hoping to people watch..." He smiled, looking her up and down before locking eyes, causing the smile to widen further. Maria's cheeks heated and flushed as she wrote down the order, trying her best to refrain from giggling. "I'll bring that right out to you, sir~" She couldn't help but slip into her more casual, seductive accent, although it seemed to please the man before she turned to deliver the order to the kitchens. The few minutes passed by like hours, and Maria spent the majority of the time pacing, lacking other customers to service in her area. She dared not sit; She new from experience that the position was a little too much like being on the toilet, and she didn't want to risk an accident before her shift was done. Finally the order came up, and she grabbed a bottle of ice cold beer, popping a slice of lime into the top before putting it on the platter and carrying it out to the floor. The strain of lifting the platter caused a puff of gas to slip out of her strained rear, past her round cheeks, although it was quiet enough that no one noticed. Arriving at the table, she set the meal down and gave the drink to the handsome man, which brought another smile from him. "Thank you, amor. This place always offers quick service! I don't think I'd had the chance to get served by you, though, Miss...?" Maria held a hand to her cheek, not even hiding her reaction. "Maria, señor! I suppose I was just unlucky to not get such a handsome customer like yourself!" It was the man's turn to blush slightly, although he didn't miss a beat. "You don't have to be so formal! Martín will suffice!" He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink before popping a jalapeno popper in his mouth. Looking down to her legs then, he spoke, "Are you alright, you're quite... antsy." Maria followed his gaze, finally noticing that her feet were fidgeting as she stood. They took turns hopping up on their toe before falling back to their heels, causing a little dance as the entirety of Maria's legs, up to her butt flexed in desperation. "Oh, it's nothing much! I just, well..." She looked around, "It's been so busy I hadn't found the time to use the bathroom tonight so... I'm a little in need of a break." Surprisingly, Martín's smile only widened, and a twinkle was in his eye. "Ah, I see! You poor, poor thing. I suppose you have to pee?" Maria offered a quick shake of her head, long locks swishing back and forth, "N-not quite... let's just say I had quite the feast last night." This only seemed to elicit a broader smile on Martín's lips, which in turn caused Maria's heart to flutter. He... liked it? He was a rare one indeed! "Is this the first time you've had this problem, chica?" He teased, taking another bite from his appetizer as he leaned forward with interest. Maria shook her head again, giggling. "Oh no, definitely not! It gets pretty busy here some nights, and I've been in situations like this before. About a year ago I had a close call... thankfully we had a moment of calm and I was able to run to the toilet before I had a very... public accident." She leaned forward, lowering her voice some, "I had never been so happy to sit down on the toilet in my life, let me tell you~" "Ahh, I see! I can only imagine what that must have felt like..." He winked. They flirted back and forth some more, no more customers coming in that needed to be serviced by Maria. Eventually, it came time for Maria to clock out. "I'm sorry, I have to go now... one of the girls coming in will be able to take your bill when you're done!" Martín waved it off, "Worry nothing of it, chica! Go clock out..." With a smile, he nodded, and she turned to hastily walk to the time clock. After she punched out, she decided to head to the restroom before she left, as much as she wanted to keep up her little 'marathon'. However, when she stepped out onto the floor, there was Martín. He grinned, "Hey! I just settled my bill, and was wondering if you'd like to play a quick game of pool?" Maria smiled in return, "Oh, I'd love to, but I need to-" The man held up a hand, "No no, I insist! Just one game, you and me, right now. If you lose, I get your number." Maria felt her heart flutter in her chest, as well as a tingle down below. She knew there was no way she could win in her state... although even losing would be a win to her when it came to this catch! "You're on!" She giggled, following Martín to the pool tables. The game went about as well as she expected it to. She could hardly concentrate enough for billiards, and she wasn't the greatest player in the world to begin with. All she could do was think about how close she was to messing herself in her own place of work! Still, despite her poor performance, Martín seemed to be enjoying her company... at one point, even using the tip of his pool cue to lift Maria's skirt to check her white panties and pantyhose. Maria, being the flirt she was, wiggled her hips in response, teasing the man as much as she could considering the mass in her lower belly waiting to be released out of those round cheeks. After she inevitably lost, Maria wrote down her phone number on a spare slip of paper in her pocket and handed to him, giving him a pouty face fit for a princess used to winning. "Well, I suppose you got lucky, eh amor?" She mused, "Now, if you'll excuse me-" Martín interjected, "Ah ah, let me walk you out to your car, I -insist-!" He offered a wink, before offering his arm. Maria huffed, realizing she must have just given her number to the most handsome demon in the city before taking it and slowly walking out to her car with him. Maria's stomach was cramping now, and she was tenderly taking each step as they walked across the parking lot. Several small toots sounded from her rear, unrestrained now that she was in the sole company of someone who didn't mind her hobby. By the time she got to her car, her stomach muscles were spasming, and she couldn't help but bend over and clutch her middle with her arms as another, louder fart sounded from under her skirt. "O-oh no, oh sh-" She brought a hand to her mouth then, her body slipping into a small squat. Thinking fast, she lifted the back of her skirt, not wanting to soil her uniform. A final, long fart sounded from Maria's ample bottom, before ending with a faint crackling as her body pushed. A soft, yet still somewhat solid mass left her tired pucker, pushing past her cheeks and settling into her poor panties. A low, guttural moan sounded from her throat as she gave in, her feet taking a wider stance as she pushed more. The soft brown mass filled and squished in her panties, the white fabric staining brown through her see-through pantyhose. Once the first large wave left her tired rear, a few more putters and smaller pieces came out after, before ending in a wet splutter. It took little more than a minute for the woman to answer her body's need, but it felt like an eternity standing there in the parking lot, with a captive audience. When she finally opened her eyes and looked behind her, she realized Martín was smiling from ear to ear. Moving to her front then, he stroked her cheek and gave a nod, "Sorry about that, chica. I let myself go overboard. Hopefully I can make it up to you...?" Maria shook her head, smiling, "Nah, it's fine. It was actually kinda fun! Although maybe next time, we can do it when I'm... not in my work uniform, mmm?" The prospect of a 'next time' made Martín's eyes light up. He pulled his wallet out, pulling a twenty dollar bill out and handing it to her. "Even though it was fun, this is for the panties... No idea if the stain'll get out. Maybe we'll plan it better next time, eh?" Maria took the money, noting that she could probably get a pair even nicer than the basic she had just gone in, and nodded. "Yeah, definitely~" He gently took up the girl's hand, kissing it before taking his leave... and leaving Maria's heart pounding in her chest. Maria took the time to remove her panties and pantyhose and putting them in one of the plastic shopping bags she kept in her trunk for 'emergencies', as well as some wet wipes from her center console to clean her bottom. Once she was sure she was clean, she lowered her skirt hem back down and drove home, all the while hoping that Martín would call sooner rather than later!

View File Cheshire Wets and Messes her Diaper "Cheshire is wearing a Snuggies Waddler today, and she has to go potty very badly. First she messes her diaper, leaving a big bulge in the back. Then she floods her diaper til it's super wet. Cheshire sits on her bed in her full diaper, squeezing her bottom to see how bad the mess is. Then she crawls around her room, giving you a clear view of her very full diaper. Then she starts to get uncomfy, and begs you to let her change." Submitter melikai Submitted 03/31/2019 Category Peeing