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  1. Now, accidents, I'm sure most of us had them when we were younger. For this, I'm focusing on the ages, between say, 3 and 7. I want you guys to try and recall memories, no matter how vague. While the majority of stories will be wetting accidents, poop accidents are allowed. Since I started the thread, its only fair I start it off. Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice. On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line. It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush. I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather. I shall share more stories at a later date, in the mean time, why don't you guys share yours?
  2. I swear to god this was supposed to be a ripoff of that one Asuna story that had the terrible English that was posted a while back! But stuff happened in the writing process, and I ended up turning it into an entirely different story that had nothing to do with the work that inspired it. The prologue is a little short, but it's full of... action, so to speak. Not of the fetish variety, however - that'll start in chapter one. The general progression of fetish content will be betwetting -> daytime wetting -> diapers -> messing. Also, in case you missed the tag, Kirito is female in this and it's not set in the canon SAO world. The FemKirito is also going to have an original personality, but that'll just make her more interesting since normal Kirito is bland. Finally, and I shouldn't have to mention this on an anime site, but I will just in case: this scene will highlight the pressures of upper class Japanese society. It's gonna seem unfair and drastic by American standards, but trust me, this sort of stuff is relatively normal over there. Anyway, go ahead and read if none of that bothers you. Asuna’s Descent into Diaperhood Prologue: Fallout “Asuna. There’s a man I would like you to meet soon,” Yuuki Shouzou called out to his daughter from across the white clothed dinner table one chilly spring night. Even just from that, the youngest child of the Yuuki family already knew exactly what this would be about. The mere thought of it alone disgusted her to her very core, but she couldn’t make her inner revulsion or the reason for it known. So rather than showing her disdain, the chestnut-eyed girl kept her face perfectly neutral and pretended she was unaware of what he was trying to do. She looked up from her gold-painted porcelain plate of and made eye contact with him. She absently noted that he had yet to change out of his work suit and tie as she asked a simple, “Why?” His brown eyes widened at the question. It was clear that he hadn’t been expecting her to say anything other than an affirmative answer. But if he was doing what she knew he was doing, than she would sooner be disowned than to go along with it. Which, given the circumstances, could be entirely possible if her family found out the reason why she planned to refuse. “You’re already fifteen. You’re becoming a fine young woman,” he told her, his earlier surprise melting into a kind, proud smile. “You’re of the age where you need to start considering your future. It’s time to find you a suitable husband to spend your life with.” And there it is. Asuna had been right on the money. She had to strain herself greatly in order to keep her facial expression from showing her inner emotions, lest they make the truth clear. This “meeting with a man” would be an omiai – a meeting to set her up with a husband she’d never even met before. She didn’t want to get married at all, ever, for any reason. But the idea of getting married to a stranger was even worse! Her older brother sitting next to her at the table had warned her this would be coming soon a few days prior. In fact, he was the one who reassured her that she had the option to refuse. She hadn’t originally thought it would have made a difference, but he’d told her that her father wouldn’t force her if she didn’t want to. Her brother, Kouichirou, knew the reason why she didn’t want to, and so he gave her the strength to face this situation head on and advocate for herself. But that didn’t make it easy. She’d never gone against what her parents had suggested or instructed before this! It was absolutely terrifying… she looked over at her brown-haired older brother for support. He was already looking her way, smiling gently. He nodded his head, silently telling her to go ahead and say what she needed to say. It strengthened her resolve. She turned back to her father, took a deep breath, and uttered the phrase she’d been practicing in her bedroom mirror all weekend. “I have been considering my future, father… and marriage isn’t in it.” His smile quickly gave way as he dropped his jaw in shock. Even Asuna’s mother, whose expression always seemed dull and lifeless, did a double take at what she’d just heard. Her daughter had never even talked back to them, much less rejected any of the things they’d done for her. This was completely unprecedented. And Yuuki Kyouko was not about to let this matter go, not after she personally selected the husband from the finest doctors in the hospital they ran. “Excuse you?” Her daughter looked her dead in the eye, gulped, and then boldly said, “Judging by that reaction, I don’t think you misheard me. I will not get married, mother. Not this or any year.” Kyouko balked. The nerve! To think that her daughter actually had the brazen audacity to talk to her that way! She had heard enough. The female head of the Yuuki household would not tolerate being so blatantly disrespected by her own child! “How dare you? You have no right to say that to us!” she verbally exploded, slamming her hand down on the table and shaking all the tableware. “You are our daughter, and you will do as we say!” Her words and actions caused her chestnut-haired daughter to flinch back and gape in fear. It looked like she wouldn’t be offering any resistance whatsoever. Good, that meant that everything would soon be as it should once again— “Sorry to say this, mother, but it’s actually you who doesn’t have the right to say that to her,” her son retorted in his sister’s place, his steely expression not matching his jovial tone. “You see, there’s this thing in Japan called the age of consent. Ever heard of it? Once you reach a certain age, you are responsible for accepting or declining advances and marriage proposals. You know what that age is? Thirteen. And how old is Asuna? Fifteen. You have no authority here. You can’t force her.” When he said the ages, his voice was laced with pure contempt like Kyouko had never heard from him in his entire life. He’d never addressed anyone with even a trace of disrespect before this as far as she knew. And then when he said the last sentence, he did it in a singsong voice, almost as if he were gloating about it. Both of her children were rebelling at once over the exact same issue. And to compound her misery, as her son had oh so helpfully pointed out, she didn’t have the legal authority to do anything about it. But what she could do… “This house has no place for a daughter who will not respect their parents’ wishes!” she shot back, her voice blazing with rage. “If she won’t do as we have instructed, she will have to find another place to live and another school to go to, because we certainly won’t be paying her tuition!” There, it was done. Now Asuna would have no choice but to back down, and— oh. Oh, no. When Kyouko looked back at her daughter, she no longer saw the face of someone terrified of the consequences of her actions. She saw the face of someone resolved in her convictions. The Yuuki sister spoke in a calm, measured tone, with words that cut like a katana. “I would sooner leave this family than sign away my happiness to someone I don’t love. My heart has no place for a mother who does not respect my wishes, and I will not miss you when I’m gone.” In the span of one conversation, everything fell apart at once. Her words stung, even more so because her own husband had chosen to stay silent – he hadn’t even tried to defend her. She had been disrespected by her own son and utterly rejected by her daughter, and he didn’t so much as scold either of them. It was as if he cared about the children more than he did about her… damn it! “Fine. You have until midnight to pack your belongings and leave. I don’t care where you go, you will not be welcome here anymore.” After saying her piece, Kyouko stood up and made for the exit. As she walked away, her son called out to her. But not to apologize or ask her to reconsider, nothing of the sort. What he decided to say was far less eloquent than that. “Fuck you too, mom! You can forget about me taking over the hospital, you’ve just shown me it’s not worth the effort!” he shouted despite her still being in the room. And to add the ultimate insult to the most painful of injuries, the first thing her husband said, rather than a scolding for her son, was this: “Asuna, I’ll find you a nice place to stay until everyone’s emotions have cooled down. But this divide will take time to heal. I’m sorry that I can’t do more for you.” It took everything the female head of house had not to break down crying as she left the room. It seemed that not a single person in her family was on her side. Gotta say, I'm actually pleased with my execution of this scene. Yeah, I wrote a shitty thing happening, but I liked the writing itself. Aaaaaaanyway, I need to sleep. Please leave a comment telling me what you thought, and I'll catch you later!
  3. Hello, hello..And welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories: Version 2! A few things will have changed from the original here , but Faust assures you that it should be a bit...neater, and cleaner than the previous one. Faust thanks all of you for all of the replies, selections, and stories from the last one..And Faust hopes one day that we catch up to the predecessor! A few things will be the same as old, and a few things will be new. So, without further delay, Faust will begin said introduction to things...! As usual, there are choices to be made, even this early on. And, as before....Faust expects this one to be a myriad of stories, rather than one long drawn out one. [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (The Ever Popular setting from before returns: But with a twist! Another Note usually was deemed to be whatever...But, in this thread, Another note covers a school day, every time! While this doesn't mean one absolutely has to attend, it generally means you can count on the location of the majority of the cast to be regular as always.) Family Featurettes: (Formerly Faust's Family Featurettes, This story explores the families of the selected character! Whether this involves avoiding, tormenting, or seducing them is up to the commenters, of course...) Sun and Moon, Faust Style: (For all of you Pokemon Fans out there! This will take the story through a world themed around the latest in the pokemon Series, Pokemon Sun and moon. You'll be dropped in at a random point to work with, and it may or may not be related to the mainline story in the fiction thread. ) Faust's Holiday Fun: (A setting based around the holidays! While it's fitting for now, this one will permit you to have the fun of a holiday at any time of the year! Christmas, Halloween, Valentine's Day...Or even birthdays!) Faust's Magical Academy: (A setting based around the Magical Academy that Faust has created. With a Hierarchy of rank, and a disproportionate ratio of female to male students, one can expect a charged session through this. And that's not including the actual magic courses, if you can tear yourself away from the affections) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters!) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to Decide! One may end up in a world already known, or something new entirely! It's entirely up to AuthorFaust, and results may vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable..) Faust's Town Adventures: (A setting where you are able to go around on a day off, rather than attend school and classes. While by no means do you rule the town, you can find many people on these days off...and surely you can come up with some kind of shenanigans during this timeframe....) Private Bedroom: (For those times when you don't want a serious plot, but merely raw lust, or a prolonged session with another: This one cuts the chaff of getting into a vulgar situation by letting you start with that lust out in the open air!) (Must be playing on Vulgar rating) (Others may be added at a later date) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] The lead of the majority of Faust's Fics, and one that is most known. Prominent in bouts of adventure, and Lust...(To the point of being spiritually linked to Saril, the Goddess of Lust), Faust usually has a gentle personality, but suffers from a troublesome urge to do whatever he's told....Especially by females. [Notes: Holds a [Wet Note] at all times. Able to be used in any storyline.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] A twin-tailed pinkette, with a curvy figure, and a cutesy, third person person manner of speaking. Though a lot of people have their eyes on her, she only has eyes for one... [Notes: Only Engages in Lustful activities with Faust, and is unlikely to willingly pee outside of a toilet...More likely to hold to the point of an accident. Cannot be selected as the main character in Family Featurettes] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] A green haired girl with a long ponytail, and a modest figure. Her stern, no-fun-allowed attitude seems to rub some people the wrong way...But it seems something else is being hid by the girl with an amazingly embarrassing, lustful family. [Notes: Sometimes Holds a [Wet Note] at stories. Unlikely to engage in lewd activity, without some firm nudging, or high needs...] Eoria Karakuri: [Female] A silver haired girl, with a mind for science, a modest figure....and a naughty side barely concealed. Creator of the robotic figure O.M.O.R.A., She tends to get involved in some projects, to the point of neglecting certain needs... [Notes: Can modify OMORA during her runs. Cannot be Selected for Magical Academy. Starts with a Desperation Visor] Saiga Giriko: [Female] A crimson haired girl with a mind for mechanics, a sizable figure....And a much more serious nature. Partner to Eoria, and self-proclaimed Domme, Saiga knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to tell you how she feels about something. [Notes: Can Modify OMORA during her runs: Cannot be selected for Magical Academy.] Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] A petite girl with orange hair, held up in twintails similar to dog ears, earning the Moniker 'Chihuahua.' She has a natural curiosity towards some lewder things, and is very eager to please...And to indulge in a little harmless, mischievous fun. [Notes: Always has an 'Omo-Weekly' on hand, and a bottle of water. Cannot be used for Magical Academy) [And More to be unraveled as stories unfold] [Guest Characters:] (Unlike last time: This is not a place for Suggestions of new characters. No, It's a segment to establish what kind of characters you can find, and in what stories. The last one was pretty muddled, after all....And this will let you know which story to pick to see someone. In addition, certain characters can be unlocked through repeated interaction with them. While the whole list won't be revealed off the bat, each category has a few examples...) Another Note: [You are likely to run into Fellow Students, and Authority Figures.] (Examples Include: Ellie Troit, Lillica Plumb, and Youmu Konpaku) Family Featurettes: [You are likely to run into characters related to your player character] (Examples include: Juuni Neptunia, Wynnda Tatsumaki, Penelope) Sun and Moon: [You are likely to run into characters in the pokemon Verse] (Examples include: Moon, Lillie, Acerola) Holiday Fun: [You are likely to run into certain guest characters, celebrating a holiday...or are fitting for a holiday.] (Examples Includes Nikki Redfield, Flandmir Treepes and Etna) Magical Academy: [You are likely to run into students of the magical persuasion.] (Examples include Reisen, Megumin, and Evangeline) Beach Adventures: [You are unlikely to find anyone new, but you may find some old friends....] (Examples include Flonne, Kat, and Hisa) Town Adventures: [You are likely to find those that you could meet around town, even from different schools..] (Examples include Monaca, Rena, and Lyna) Author's Choice: [You are likely to run into anyone. The author decides, after all...] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (Similar to last time, Faust has imposed a sort of (Rating System) on these stories. While it's more of a loose guidelines in the original, here, it's a bit more...enforced.) Plot: A rating for those who care more about the story, and less about the lewd. Accidents, and vulgar acts are to a minimum: Storybuilding and plotlines are key. Lewd: This setting is the default setting. While there is a decent amount of story, accidents are both more commonplace, and more..noted. A healthy balance of plot, and play. Naughty: This setting adds in naughty release, through self-pleasure and other means...Usually with one's clothes on. A step up from Lewd, but a step below... Vulgar: This setting adds in vulgar release, through others, as well as all above. Sexual acts are more common, and noted on, than actual plot. One must be willing to bear it all, in this setting.... In Addition: Certain Tags may be added, prior to said story in order to activate certain scenes. While the list starts small, it may grow in time... Tags: Yaoi: This setting will primarily focus on males, and their lust for one another. Yuri: This setting will primarily focus on females and their lust for one another. Messing: This setting will add [Or Focus on], stomach-related bathroom urges. More to come... ============================================================================================================================================= Items: (Seeing as Items were mostly overlooked last time...Faust has done a few modifications to how they work...) Items Now work on a 3 story cooldown, without a token cost. Certain characters will have some items at all times, but other items have to be requested by 2 or more people... One may request an additional [2] items per story. [Items selectable are...] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A lewd Magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish girls needy for Lewd release [Naughty or Higher] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher: Activates the [Messing] Tag, even if it wasn't already applied to the story] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher. Neglect may add a tag...] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. Vulgar Pills: These pills will actively stimulate your libido, for 2 time periods! No matter what you do, you won't lower in Libido.....No matter how much lewdity you perform! [Vulgar or Higher] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one.. Bottle of Water...?: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. 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  4. (Well, this is just a random story I wrote. Been playing one of my OCs again and wanted to write something about them. Would do something a bit more plot and character related but…council. Art for reference: https://www.dropbox.com/s/10d4een7p5zzp35/The%20Red%20Knight.jpg?dl=0) The Red Knight(Whom I will often be calling Red for simplicity.) was nervous. This was her first attempt at leading herself. She and Robin were pupils to the master tactician Travis, part of his four person squad that served the Omega and his goals. Normally he lead lead the squad on missions, his powerful control of the battlefield keeping them all alive. But as one of his two tacticians in training, she had to learn to do it as well. At least she couldn’t do worse than Robin, she figured. The man had destroyed his foes, but his leadership left a bit to be desired. He almost seemed to delight in throwing his units in situations they barely escaped, leaving the unit with six heavily injured soldiers, two lightly injured, and only two healthy. Robin had done most of the work himself, his physical protection rather than guidance keeping the soldiers from outright dying. She promised herself she would do better. Today it was just her and the ten women that formed the mercenary group they were currently working with. Tyra, the elder blue dragon who opposed Tiamat for control of the chromatics, was off battling the mother of dragons. Her adopted daughter, Jill, originally Tiamat’s daughter and a massive red dragon who had taken the Red Knight’s master as her mate, was with her. She couldn’t help but feel jealous when she thought of the red. She had vied for her master’s attention before, but he did not seem interested in placing it on a student. Every time Jill kissed him, or greeted him with one of her powerful hugs, she burned with jealousy. All she got was friendly greetings and the usual advice. Pushing her absent companions out of her mind for now, she turned to face her squad. They were lined up, geared up and ready to go. Scanning down the line of mercenaries, Red nodded in approval. “Alright ladies, here’s the plan. Our job is to destroy the shadow sources so the Omega can hold the zone. We’ve done this before, should be a routine job. I’ll be leading this time. I may not do as well as Travis, but I’ll do a better job than Robin did.” At that several of the women grinned. “We’re ready when you are commander.” One of the mercs, Carissa, said. She was one of the more experienced woman, and wore heavy scale armor with a pair of battleaxes at her sides and long, light brown hair down to her shoulders. The Red Knight nodded and concentrated. Her mind washed over the team, and she could feel all of their emotions, all of their conditions. She was the battlefield. The team turned and vanished in one concerted teleport, appearing on a field of semisolid shadow. Three glowing nexus’s floated above the ground around the area, and a variety of shadow creatures already stalked the ground. “Go!” she shouted into everyone’s minds, and they were off. Red felt her chess pieces flood onto the battlefield, spectral images of herself in different uniforms standing guard over her teammates and flitting about the battlefield, shadows of glowing red energy. First, she took stock of all her troops. Carissa was at the vanguard, both axes drawn as she leaped upon a shadowy humanoid. Her axes tore into its essence with ease, the magical weapon tearing shadow like flesh. Right behind her was Diana, an exceptionally tall and supremely arrogant blonde. She wore heavy plate armor, but it barely seemed to slow her. “Try to keep up!” she shouted as she dodged past Carissa, bringing her greatsword to bear against the flank of a massive shadowy worm, a powerful blow driving into its flank. She could feel the warrior was…nervous!? and almost laughed aloud. Now that she was keeping everyone’s statuses, she could see Diana’s true colors. The warrior had already shit herself a bit as she waited for the battle to start, nervous about going into combat again after her serious injury under Robin. Stifling her laughter, she ignored the small lump in the blonde’s pants only she could sense and moved to the next merc. Alesha was next to engage. She held a broadsword tightly in both hands, studded leather armor showing off her curves while giving a bit of protection to complement her mobility, long red hair flaring out behind her as she moved. She danced between the legs of a Titanic shadow, blade cutting out again and again. Once again, the enchanted equipment had a noticeable effect, gashes tearing in the flesh of the shadows legs. It seems her attempts to hamstring it simply wounded it more, however. Anna spun forward after her, her glistening black crystal plate armor radiating fear, her brilliant red hair trialing out the bottom of her helm . It did little good against the shadows, however, and luckily didn’t affect her allies, so she simply resorted to bringing her massive hammer spinning around into the side of the nightmare worm’s maw, joining Diana in attempting to slay the beast. A trio of women were next. Cyan, Cyril, and Cyrene. They all had matching short black hair, and each wore matching chainmail armor, the links glistening mithral. The shortest of them wielded two daggers, one glistening with fire and the other with cold. The middle sister wielded two scimitars, both hissing with acid. The last had a pair of green, glowing arms sprouting from her side, the psionic limbs supporting a pair of dual wielded greatswords that crackled with lightning and thunder, respectively. They moved in unison, the Cyrene, who stood almost as tall as Diana, let the Cyril take her shoulders. Cyan leaped onto hers in turn, and together they launched the smallest sister into the air, sending her crashing into a massive flying shadow. Her daggers dug deep, and she pulled, the best careening towards the ground into the other two’s reach, and they fell upon it. Luna, an archer, stayed back beside the red knight, her white hair long down her back and her body protected by pure black leather armor, enchanted with stealth. It didn’t matter against the shadows, however, and she simply raised her bow and sent a shower of sparkling arrows flying towards another flying shadow, the trail a bright light in the darkness of the realm. A pair of blue haired mages brought up the rear. Both wore their dark blue hair long down their back, dressed in matching red robes and carrying matching black staves. Only their eye colors differentiated, Mina’s eyes a bright green while Mila’s were a light brown. They unleashed waves of magic over the mercenaries, hastening their movements before opening up with spells of light and fire, the shadowy enemies immune to the more effective methods of magical disablement, paralysis and mind control. She could also feel Mila was desperately full and almost groaned. The mage should have gone beforehand if she was so desperate. With everyone’s status accounted for, the whole train of thought taking only a moment, Red moved to engage. Energy flared to life around her, and her whole body glowed with red energy, her sword shifting from metal to pure energy in an instant. She advanced down the middle of the enemies, past her troops, and engaged another titanic shadow. Leaping into the air, powered by a flow of air, she struck its arm and cut clean through, severing the limb. She felt herself stabilize in the air, and rolled in midair, avoiding its other swinging arm. Pushing off of the air she lashed out with psionic power, a shadowy flyer coming at her falling to the ground in pain as she blasted it with a combination of psionic energy and magical fire. Feeling the rush of both magic and psionics flowing full force through her veins, she casually raised her sword and caught the nightmare’s returning arm on it, severing it off and leaving the creature armless. Spurring forward in a burst of psychic emery, she drove her blade through its face, the massive monster dissolving into shadowy essence. With her free hand she raised a shield of arcane energy, catching the powerful cone of icy death launched her way and absorbing it into more energy. Emboldened, she leaped for a worm, but it dived into the ground. Turning, she raised her sword high, and brought it down with a brilliant flash of power, red energy engulfing one of the shadowy nexus’s and obliterating it. Her attention was tugged away for a moment, however, and she realized the perils of maintaining a collective with a group of warrior women. Diana hacked away at the worm in front of her, Anna working on its opposite side and forcing it to keep turning in an attempt to catch ones of them. She was unprepared for the hand that reached down and grasped her. One of the giant shadows had flickered from its position across the shadowy field and appeared beside her. She felt her strength start to drain as its ghostly hand scooped her up in its giant grip, and she let out a scream of fear. Her body went limp and her bladder trembled uncontrollably, leak after leak of pee soaking into her undergarments. Dropping her greatsword, he quickly lost complete control, streams of urine soaking her legs and armor and falling from her, yellow streams cascading down from the giant’s grip. Red’s piece was there, however, and it phased through the giant’s hand, pulling her free and dropping her swiftly and safely to the ground. The giant tried to attack, but roared in pain as a prismatic beam slammed into its side, knocking it backward in a dazzle of rainbow energy. Her bowels were trembling but under control, though she barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief and get her fingers around the hilt of her fallen sword before she looked up and yet out another girly, fearful shriek. The maw of the giant worm she and Anna had been fighting was bearing down on her. It looked badly injured but it was still going to eat her. She let out a mewling whimper more appropriate to a scared little girl than to her massive frame and desperately threw her hands in the way as fear coursed through her. A lout pbblltt sounded as she violently shit herself, dark mush flooding into her underwear and then into her armor as her body forcefully expelled its waste. The smell and sound were both awful and unmistakable. Then end never came, however. Anna lunged forward, massive hammer cracking into the side of the worm’s head and sending it flying to the side, collapsing into a pile of shadowy essence and spiraling away. She turned to Diana, a slightly amused but sympathetic grin on her face, and held out a hand to help her up. Diana sniffled, wiping back the start of tears, and took her hand, letting Anna pull her to her feet. The black armored redhead patted the blonde’s back, and Diana composed herself to head back into the fray. The Red Knight could feel the fear flowing through Diana, the release of her control. It was all she could to do keep control herself, groaning as she doubled over and pushed a small lump of poo into her formerly pristine red panties. Steeling herself, she fought off the rest of the mental assault and lowered her connection to the others a bit. Preparing herself for further attacks, she stood up again, wincing as the lump of poo moved around in her panties. She turned towards the second nexus and sprinted for it, but a shadowy spider the size of an elder dragon rose up in her way, and she skidded to a halt. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a trickle of pee flow down her leg, this time not from someone else’s leak. Cursing under her breath, she watched as it raised its massive leg and took a swipe at her. She leaped forward, dodging the limbs blow and attaching herself to its side, running up the massive limb. When she neared the top, however, it brought another limb swinging up, and the spider’s blow hit her head on. The red energy around her flickered, her powerful barrier absorbing the blow. It faltered, but held fast, and the spider’s leg was deflected away with a screech of pain. The blow rocked her, however, and she could feel a distinct dampness in her panties telling her she had leaked more. Angrily raising her sword, she went straight for its head. Her pieces were still defending the squad, but her lapse in control spread like a wildfire. It was a result of the connection that they hadn’t expected, with both Travis and Robin being male and immune to the overactive bodily functions women suffered in battle. Mila suffered the effects of Red’s leak first, doubling over with a grunt as she pushed a log into her panties. Her desperation was too much to contain with the sudden urge to release. “Mila look out!” Mina shouted as a massive shadowy bird dived towards her sister. Mina tackled Mila to the ground, clearing her from the bird’s path, but its shadowy claws snatched her up. Her bladder was already eager for release and a golden cascade fell down on her sister as Mina was scooped up. Mila felt herself get thrown down and let out a pained sound, groaning as she pushed another log into her panties, involuntarily forcing more out with the impact. She was peeing now as well, desperate to get everything out. Her red robe was horribly stained, but she was shaken from her stupor when Mina’s pee soaked the upper portions of her dress. Concentrating, she forcibly pushed a third log into her panties, then looked up and cast a powerful spell, the shadowy bird turning to pure ice. Seeing that Mina was free, she bore down again, trying to finish wetting and messing her dress as quickly as possible. Everything pooled beneath her where she sat, and she realized this would be a bit too much of a mess for prestidigitation. Mina landed on her feet beside Mila with grace, her feather fall spell gently setting her on the ground. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at her sister’s accident. “I told you you should have gone beforehand.” She scolded. From across the battlefield she heard a massive roar, and turned bright red as she let out a fearful whimper and a blast of hot, liquid mess. The back of her dress darkened, and with the roar, Red’s influence, and the sound of her sister messing herself beside her, she couldn’t hold it back. Another wave of hot muck sprayed out, overwhelming her panties and dress completely and dripping down her legs. She held a horrified expression as a noisy fart escaped her, and then another, longer burst of diarrhea exploded down her legs, liquid poo puddling beneath her as she continued to helplessly shit herself. Luna ran, turning and firing a desperate arrow occasionally. With the others occupying the larger creatures, she found herself being swarmed by every single one of the tiny humanoids. Red’s chess pieces had intercepted many blows, but she had taken several, and she was getting tired. It seemed there was no end to these things. Suddenly, the swarm vanished. She paused, confused. Suddenly she heard a sound and turned. The whole swarm was behind her, using the same blinking some of the others had used. They were on her in an instant. She desperately removed her bowstring, slamming a few creatures back with her bow like a quarterstaff, but soon she was overwhelmed. She felt her essence start to drain into the shadow and panic completely overtook her body. She looked up into the eerily grinning face of a shadow and helplessly lost all control. Pee soaked her black leather armor, not very noticeable but leaving every inch of her bottom soaked. The back bulged out as a large lump of poo forced its way into her tight armor, then more and more forced its way out, spreading along the back of her tight armor like a pancake. Her bottom and legs were soon coated with pee and poo as she felt all light fading, the shadows taking her. Just as her consciousness faded, she saw a bright light pierce the shadows around her. Travis approached the fallen archer, smoking staff still in hand. There was no trace of the pure energy blast that had utterly annihilated the attacking shadows, but he still radiated an aura of power. Slinging the staff over his shoulder, he picked up the unconscious archer. “Just because I am not leading this fight does not mean I will allow anyone to be lost.” He said quietly, and vanished with a flicker of energy, taking the badly injured woman back to their base. The triplets were fighting the remaining big monsters, the other four split off to head for the last gate. The three of them worked in perfect concert, elemental weapons cutting down giants, birds, and worms alike. They seemed untouchable, any hit that broke through tier formation being absorbed by a one of Red’s pieces, their leader still watching out for them. They struck down the last monster with satisfaction, the three of them hugging one another as the last normal monster fades. Diana, Anna, Alesha, and Carissa joined together, cutting down one last worm from their path and heading for the last nexus. The last of the monsters fell behind them, and the Red Knight would end hers soon. As they neared, however, space rippled in front of them. A massive, six winged dragon, its head full of glowing red eyes and its mouth full of massive red fangs, tore its way into the demiplane. An aura of fear radiated off of it, and it let out a massive roar. Its arms moved in casting, and it lashed out at the triplets with a spell, then turned to face the terrified women before it. Diana had enough when the fear aura hit her. Pee she didn’t even know she still had sprayed down her legs at the sight of the dragon, and a fresh burst of waste pushed its way into her armor, spreading the mess even further down her legs and ass. Her legs trembled and she teared up, and when the dragon roared she fainted dead away, bladder, bowels, and bravery exhausted. Carissa faired a bit better, letting out a quiet whimper of fear and clamping down on her muscles as hard as she could, preventing a solid release. Her bladder, on the other hand, couldn’t be stopped, and her tight armored pants echoed with a hiss as she forcefully and fearfully emptied her bladder into them. She stood frozen with fear as she peed herself like a frightened child, whimpering. As the stream died down, the veteran fighter collected herself and advanced towards the massive dragon. Alesha clamped down on her bladder, forgetting about her bowels, the opposite of Carissa. She let out a pained, involuntary groan as the first soft mass pushed its way into her panties, quickly followed by a wave of brown sludge, then another mass and another. She trembled as Carissa did, shitting herself in terror. She was at least spared the childish whimpering thanks to her pained groans. When the dragon roared, her hold on her bladder faltered, and piss sprayed down her legs, studded leather darkening. She looked up, meeting the dragons eyes, and fell to her knees, helpless in the face of its fearsome gaze. Her bladder was going full force now, along with her bowels, and the stench was terrible as she emptied herself into her armor, entirely humiliated and helpless, unable to continue the fight. Anna fared better than her comrades, at least. Her armor reduced the impact of fear on her along with its other effects, and she leaked for a moment, the front of her panties dampening and the back of them browning slightly, but she held it together. Hammer in hand, she shook her head to clear it, then followed Carissa towards the dragon, hoping her other two companions would be okay. It swooped down to meet them, its shadowy form dwarfing them a hundredfold. It released a massive cone of blue fire, but a pair of Red’s pieces stepped in the way, the ones dressed as bishops, and they dispersed the fire to either side, leaving the pair unharmed. Anna could swear she heard a “Tsk” from the dragon. It descended, and its claws reached out, grabbing at the pair. Carissa activated her ring, and teleported out of the way. Anna tried to dodge, but there was no way she could. The claw was just too big. The dragon scooped her up, and seeing Carissa reappear, sent his massive tail spiraling towards her. She looked up too late, and it hit her full on in the stomach, and the rest of her really. The loudest fart yet was heard from the veteran merc as her mess was quite violently forced out of her. One instant her pants were clean, in another they were sagging heavy with foul mess. A full load, enough to make her armored pants sage with a bulge the size of a baseball or two, was pushed out in an instant. Forced by the impact and lubricated by fear, she humiliated herself in less than a second. She went flying across the battlefield, landing in an unconscious heap. Anna looked up at the dragon in horror as it drew her closer to its maw. She felt her muscles trembling, fear slowly gaining ground. As it opened its jaw her bladder opened involuntarily, and the inside of her pristine armor soaked through, the crystals lack of joints causing the pee from her impressive bladder to pool at the bottom of her feet and climb up her legs as she filled the inside of her tight armor with warm, liquid fear. As she entered the darkness of its maw, she felt the edge of a sharp tooth brush her and closed her eyes. Her stomach rumbled, and despite her best efforts, the shadowy, deadly feel of its tooth was enough. She pushed a wave of soft mess into her underwear, then another. More and more soft, firm mess filled her panties, spreading out and coating the inside of her armor in poop. She shook with fear until she finished messing herself, then wondered why she wasn’t dead. Opening her eyes, she saw herself outside the dragon’s mouth, and it was grinning at her. It gently set her down on the ground, and she fell onto her butt in a daze with a splat, only making the mess worse. What was going on? The three twins had just enough time to celebrate their victory before they were thrown into their own illusionary horrors. Cyan found herself in a pit of snakes. The effect was almost immediate. The youngest sister who had a crippling fear of snakes curled up into a ball and sobbed. She didn’t even try to stop herself as she peed full force into her chainmail skirt, soaking her panties and the cloth that guarded her legs from the mail, the puddle spreading over her and soaking her entirely as she hid in a ball of her own piss. Her bowels luckily didn’t hold much, and she quickly pushed a large stool into her underwear, but it was able to contain everything. Cyril found herself looking at a pair of skeletons she quickly recognized as her sisters. Tears stung her eyes and she rushed over to them. “Nonononono! I can’t be!” she whispered tearfully. When she reached them, she knelt down, and let out the loudest shriek of fear yet. The skeletons eye sockets were filled with spiders, her worst fear. Falling back on her bottom, she desperately scrabbled away, leaving a trial of pee behind as her bladder released into her panties and clothes. She managed to make it to the corner of the room, a large trial of pee showing her path across the room. She realized her butt was completely smeared with poop, having involuntarily released everything the instant she saw the spiders. Her capacity wasn’t much greater than Cyan’s but she had dragged it everywhere. Her armor would take hours to clean and her clothes were likely unsalvageable. But at least she was away from the spiders. Cyrene found herself facing her worst fear as well. She found herself in the water. She desperately tried to swim upwards, but her armor was too heavy. She tore at it desperately, but it would not come off. Her oxygen drained quickly with her panic, and soon she was choking, trying to scream as horror completely overtook her. She lost all consciousness as her bladder and bowels emptied at the same time, the water around her yelling and her soaked clothes staining. The back of her armor bulged out immensely, her garments unable to hold her considerable mess back, the clothes and panties horribly stained brown as soft mess drippled down the back of her legs. Back in the real world, the triplets were position as in their illusions, Cyan curled up in a ball, Cyril sat on her messy bottom, and Cylene laying on her back. Eventually, the illusion faded, and the younger two sisters woke to their unconscious and extremely messy older sister. They moved over to her, and with combined effort, lifted her. The Red Knight fought the giant spider as she felt her soldiers crumbling around her. Cursing silently in her head as her attention was drawn to a hundred different places defending them, she cut deep into the spider. The sudden release of so many shook her a moment later however, and she feel, clutching the bottom of her skirt in desperation and also to prevent it from flaring up. Another, slightly larger lump was forced into her panties, and she no longer had any concentration left. She wished she could yell at him, wished she could kill this thing and end it… The other nexus exploded behind her, and she resigned herself to focusing her attention on holding it and freeing the illusioned women. The now larger bulge in her panties was uncomfortable but she could handle it. Her spell carried her gently to the ground, and she banished the illusion on the triplets. She turned upwards, wincing as the spider advanced on her overworked form and raised a leg to crush her. A few streams of pee trailed down her legs, but she knew her ward would protect her. A moment later, however, the massive dragon crashed into the spider, sending it crashing to the ground like a collapsing titan and tearing into it with furious teeth, claws and wing buffets. At least he was helping now. Gathering herself, Red made her way to the last nexus, raising her sword and unleashing another pulse of red, pure energy. Corona, her sword, struck again, and the nexus shattered. The shadowy nature of the plane faded, returning to the harmless demiplane it had once been. Sheathing her sword, she let out a sigh of relief. “At least I made it through relatively clean.” She said aloud to herself. She was still shaky from everyone else’s release, but she had made it. “Boo!” she heard from behind her, and let out a loud squeak. Her weakened bladder gave out and a waterfall of yellow streamed down between her legs, soaking her red panties thoroughly and puddling beneath her, thankfully leaving her skit and legs untouched. Her bowels forced another lump into her panties, then another, and soon the bulge forced them out to their full extent, not quite enough to peak down below her skirt but sizable. Striking out behind her, she spun and punched the giant of a man standing behind her, grinning. Her fist, even charged with energy, didn’t seem to do much, but he winced, a rare sign of pain from the giant of a man. Somewhat satisfied, she growled at him. “What the hell was that about, Robin!? I had this under control, we had it won! And then you had to go and take out the rest of my soldiers!? Are you just jealous I was doing better than you!?” Robin couldn’t contain a chuckle, putting his hand on the average sized woman’s head and easy task for the seven foot tall half giant. “Perhaps. Perhaps the master just wanted me to amuse him.” Red blushed hotly, but she knew Robin was teasing her. He knew of her affection, and its lack of return. She didn’t need his teasing right now. Shaking her head, she retorted. “Maybe you just wanted a show. It doesn’t matter I suppose, as long as master realizes how well we would have done without your intrusion.” They both knew he didn’t interfere for his own desires. He was willing to amuse others tastes but he wouldn’t go out of his way for it. But it was the only defense she had. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go gather up the army that you threw all over the battlefield.” She added with a huff. Turning, she let out an eep as she felt Robin;s hands grab her legs and back and scoop her up. “Travis is taking care of that.” He told her. “I’m to take you back.” “Let go of me you big oaf!” she shouted in indignation, punching uselessly at his shoulder. He turned away from the scene and she slumped against his shoulder, basking in the warmth of his body as they left the cold, shadowy plane. “You did a wonderful job.” Travis told her, smiling. She had just returned from the plane with Robin, slipping out of his grip and going to meet Travis while the others cleaned up. She shifted uncomfortably in her messy panties, though she knew there was no trace of her accident visible. The energy around her kept the smell from escaping. She liked to keep her accidents secret, especially when they were intentional or prolonged. “You defended the squad in an exemplary manner, and still fought well yourself. You did, however, fail to keep Luna well-guarded. Dedicate someone to that next time, had I not interfered you would have lost her.” His voice was the same monotone no matter which part he was delivering, which was a bit creepy. “You did much better than Robin, at least. If not for his interference that would have gone off well. Congratulations, Red Knight. You have earned the right to lead your own squad.” Red beamed with pride. For once, she was flooded with happiness. This was her goal. She was affirmed as good enough, as strong enough, to be a commander in the Omega Watch. It was an exhilarating feeling. It was missing one thing, however. She wished he would reach over, grope her bottom through her skirt like he always did with Jill. Anything. But there was nothing but a sense of pride over her accomplishment, pride of her growth. Nothing more emotional than that. And while she was happy, excited, she was also forlorn. “Thank you, commander.” She managed, keeping her voice as formal as possible. Bowing her head in farewell, she left the room. Robin was waiting outside the door, joining her in her walk the instant she exited. “Jealous?” she asked. “Hardly.” Robin replied, rolling his eyes. “You were always better at leading. An exemplary performance indeed. Just one little flaw.” His hand reached under her skirt, groping her messy ass. “Pervert! Jerk!” she shouted, shoving him away and protectively covering her butt. He laughed once again, raising his hands defensively. “I was just pointing it out. None of your squad noticed.” Putting his arm around, her started leading her towards her quarters as she pouted. “I…think I understand how you feel. Sorry about that. Are you going to be alright?” She was silent for a moment. “I’ll have to be, won’t I?” Robin was aware of her longing, the only one here who was. He had comforted her when there was no one else, and while neither of them thought there was more than close friendship between them, she needed something to distract her. And often, he needed something to distract him. He had his own issues. “Just…maybe come with me, alright?” He nodded and pulled her close, petting her hair as the pair entered her quarters. He didn’t know if she meant as someone to cry on or for something more intimate, but he would support her regardless. Sometimes he wondered if his master knew, or cared. Of course he knew, and of course he cared. So what game was he playing? (If anyone is up for rping in this setting by the way I’d be up for it. PM, I have some ideas if you don’t. And of course, comments and criticism. My proofreading is lazy and my writing is shaky so I need all the help/support I can get. And I swear the other two parts of Kagero story are coming.)
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    Game source made available by HiraDontell (who is now participating in the project as well as one other) and an old version of the game was posted by nex. I'm always open for suggestions on how I can help to make this game better. Feel free to share your ideas, criticisms, comments and other input. And if I missed something, please feel free to mention it. In order to stop filling up the reviews with bugs and questions please feel free to use This Forum to post questions, bug reports, requests, ideas, etc. We have an updated control scheme for the car now, its a bit rough still but bear with us. There are five developers working on the project at this time and if you ask nicely, we might just let you join~!

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  6. View File 2 Girls are Messing there Diapers I Found this one on the Internet, cant remember where tho. It shows 2 girls who are messing there Diapers together, i really like this one so i thought i should share it xD If this is a reupload, well then sorry for that. Submitter Secretguy510 Submitted 05/23/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay  
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    I Found this one on the Internet, cant remember where tho. It shows 2 girls who are messing there Diapers together, i really like this one so i thought i should share it xD If this is a reupload, well then sorry for that.

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  8. I've been running a 40k interactive for some time now, and while I still fully intend to run the thread, it is very involved on the author's end (Keeping track of many, many things and mechanics.), and so, after replaying Shadowrun Returns: Dragonfall, and reading most of the Shadowrun 4E core books, I've decided to start another, far more fluid piece of interactive fiction. Compared to my other thread, this will not have fully rolled up character sheets, or all that much in terms of mechanics, focusing more on narrative. Before the thread truly begins, I'll give a synopsis of the setting for anybody who is interested in following along, but does not know much about the setting. Shadowrun takes place in what is called "The Sixth World." It is based on our earth, with some important differences. History diverges leading up to the turn of the millennium, and corporations have begun to experience rapid growth, with things like laws granting their property extraterritorial authority, amongst other things. If the continued growth of these corps wasn't quite ominous enough, around the year 2012 two things happened. U.G.E. : Unexplained Genetic Expression. Humans begin to have children with elven and dwarfish features, in the vein of what we'd call fantasy races. Along with Elves and Dwarves starting to crop up, there is a great upheaval as Great Dragons awaken from a long, long slumber... and magic returns to the world in The Awakening. People begin manifesting magical powers and aptitude. To make a long story short, these two major events lead to a MASSIVE shift in society, causing countries to panic, fracture, and lose their grip on the populace, just in time for the Megacorporations to step in. Maps are redrawn, environmental disasters run rampant, nuclear technology begins to fizzle or behave oddly, and society more or less loses its collective shit. Then, Goblinization happens. People of all ages begin to suddenly express genetic traits not unlike U.G.E... Different from U.G.E, the process is excruciatingly painful, and results in Orks and Trolls manifesting as part of what has now been termed 'Metahumanity. Jumping ahead after the initial extreme upheaval and discrimination, things settle as much as they are able, and technology booms, as Megacorps push every sector of research to the bleeding edge, favoring profit over ethics. The Matrix results from the overhaul of the internet, and is a place where people 'jack in' via an implant and control a persona in the digital world. With the state of urban decay and lawlessness, it becomes a meeting ground for all sorts of people working shady and dangerous jobs. Shadowrunners. Fast forward to more recent events. A few decades on, events conspire through AI, terrorist groups, and other shadowy groups... And the Matrix crashes. This is not the first time - The first crash had been caused by a particularly nasty computer virus. The second Matrix crash is nigh-apocalyptic. Communication shuts down almost entirely, and technology has to be redesigned from the ground up. This paved the way for a modern, wireless Matrix. Over nearly everything in an area with Matrix activity, there is Augmented Reality, and AR goggles, implants and contacts, as well as commlinks and datajacks allow people to interact with the digital as if it were physical. Things haven't stayed quiet on the magical even front, however, and as Halley's Comet passes the Earth, another, smaller scale goblinization style event occurs, and metahumans of all sorts are affected at random by odd mutations - Catgirls, people turning into merfolk-mutants, adults that never physically leave their adolescence, and more. Changelings, these mutants are called, and the event is termed S.U.R.G.E - Sudden, Unexplained Recessive Genetic Expression. Now, in the 2070s, in a world changed forever, Shadowrunners are as busy as ever. The world is in a grim state, leaving many opportunities for those who wish to avoid the drudgery of wageslavery, or for those whom have slipped through society's cracks. The question now is, who is our new 'Runner? Please vote for one option from the following lists for character creation. Once the vote is concluded, the next will determine our runner's appearance. Note: I have limited character creation somewhat due to the nature of this thread... Since, for example, an AI would not have a physical body, Drakes are straight up too strong for what I have planned, Nartaki are from a culture unfamiliar to me, and certain metavariants (Minotaurs, Menehune, Xapiri Thepe, Oni, Ogres, Cyclopes, Harumen, Night Ones, Koborukuru or creatures like Naga (Armless snakes with human heads), Centaur (Human upper body on a horse lower body... With a horse's head.), and Sasquatches... aren't all that attractive, and this is intended to be titillating - Ideally in more than the sexual sense, but it'd be silly to avoid sexual content on a fetish forum. HMHVV infection (Vampirism, becoming a Ghoul, etc.) is a possibility, though not at character creation, and not without serious consequences. Metatypes: Human (All 'rounder, the baseline all metatypes are measured against. Lucky, compared to other metatypes.) Elf (Quick, charismatic, lean, taller than humans, beautiful, superior night vision), Variants: Dryad (Linked with nature and 'allergic' to pollution. Limited photosynthesis through patches of skin, shorter than average elves, project a natural glamour of grace, innocence, charisma and beauty.), Wakyambi (African metavariant, extremely tall and lean, matching or beating trolls in height, move with extreme grace.) Dwarf (Stout, short, strong willed. Less like fantasy dwarves, more like people with dwarfism. Vision into the infrared spectrum, resilience against pathogens and toxins), Variant: Gnome (No pubic hair, petite build inherent magical resistance, neotenous [Meaning that they appear adolescent indefinitely once they come of age. Would make our character Look like a Loli, with all the ageism that brings.]. Ork (Muscular, tend to be broad shouldered, Frequently discriminated against, have small tusks or jagged teeth. Superior night vision.), Variants: Hobgoblin (Lankier, more wiry than the average Ork, sharper features, sharp teeth, more predisposed to aggression, less body hair than the average ork.), Satyr (Goat legs and hooves, humanoid torso and pelvis, small horns, slender build.) Troll (Built like a brick shithouse. Vision into the infrared spectrum. Tallest metahumans, with proportionally longer arms, tusks or jagged teeth, bony armored plates all around the body. Frequently discriminated against, considered dangerous by most, stupid by others. (Though there is zero evidence supporting the latter of such claims.), Variants: Giant (Leathery skin, 9ft tall on average, human proportions, no horns or dermal deposits.), Fomori (No dermal deposits, smaller than average trolls, stronger than average trolls, high incidence of magical talent.) Non-Metahuman Sapients: Pixie (Tiny nonhuman sapient, average height around a foot and a half tall, with a wingspan two thirds their height. Appear otherwise as miniature elves of various ethnicity. Disappear when they die, and are inherently magical, can astrally percieve at will, may conceal themselves at will.) Free Spirit (Magical spirits that have taken physical form and wish to remain in the physical world. Can take many different physical forms, open mimicking metahuman features. Cannot use cyberware, biowere, geneware, nanoware.)
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    They very popular, yet seldom uploading, Omoani has awakened from their slumber to give us something new. Omoani has started using voice over work in their videos, which does nothing but make the video a bit better. It is a messing video, so you guys do know.

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  10. Hello, I'm working on a fantasy game that I'm making and I wanted to share this with you. It's basically a wetting animation for whenever the women wet themselves in game. This particular character pictured is pending, meaning that she may or may not be in the game. I'm somewhat satisfied with the result except for the puddle. Messing content is below, some in combination with wetting. I can post more pictures, since I got other if anyone wants more angles and views.
  11. [A friend of mine requested I write an Overwatch fanfic about Mercy messing herself... ... so here~ Figured I'd share it for fun :P] Mercy was sitting casually as she made sure her staff was configured and well-maintained. Her and her team were playing Defense on Gibralter, and expected to be in the thick of it on the ground with the tanks while Ana provided support-heals. At least, that was the plan anyways. Hopefully things go right this time... As of late team-communication had been severely lacking which ment a lot of de-ranking on comp-games... Lands 20k healing yet her team is too stupid to keep their shit together. So let's see here... Their team comp was made up of herself, Ana, Reinhardt, D.Va, Junkrat, and your mandatory 76. Pretty solid all around, she thought to herself... Speaking of solid, she could begin to feel something "solid" running through her system. Actually, it's been like that for several hours now... She didn't have a chance to relieve herself either as she had to run to the payload. She could feel her stomach churn and growl as she overlooked the battleground atop the higher platform. She didn't have time to pop a squat either... not that she'd want to. Not only would removing her suit be taxing on time and effort, but she didn't want to desecrate this old nostalgic facility with her waste... And thus, that usual five-second countdown began to... count down, and the gates opened up. The enemy's team consisted of Zenyatta, Lucio, Pharra, Zarya, Roadhog, and Genji. Right off the bat, 76, D.Va, and Reinhardt where down in the shit, holding back the enemy's push while Junkrat provided hail Marys from above. Mercy leaped down and cringed as she landed, feeling a heavy blow on her bowels. She felt the load sliding it's way closer and closer to her juicy butt... Oh god she wanted to just shit herself right there! But she had to hold it... She felt a sense of terror creep up on her as a distant Roadhog had his eye on her... She knew right away that Roadhog was gonna target her the rest of the game, she felt it in her gut... Or maybe that was just her tumtum going dumdum on her bumbum... She provided damage buffs for 76 while D.Va went out back to go bully the enemy squishies, particularly Zenyatta and Lucio. She made sure to stay behind Rein's shield at all costs, since the moment she did, that Roadhog would most likely snatch her up and open a hole in her big enough for the shit in her belly to pour out anyways. 76 was doing a decent job of pestering the enemy team as well, as to be expected... Of course, Mercy could see her safety, just like her stomach's strength, slowly fading away as Rein's shield began cracking. Knowing this grabbed the Roadhog's attention to hook Mercy, she quickly took action and hid behind the payload, which fortunately hasn't been pushed too far yet. Hell it hasn't even reached the first choke yet! But as Mercy lowered herself to remain safe, she clenched onto her staff and begged not to let 'it' happen... but of course it was inevitable... *frrt~* A tiiiiny toot escapes her angelic booty. It was quite sharp as well, however due to the deafening amount of hellfire, chances are no one heard that, which made her sigh a little in relief... But her relief was swiftly snuffed as she felt the sharp pain of iron digging into her flesh, followed by an intense yank, making her fart MUCH louder than before! She looked in fear as she stared doom right in it's leather-clad face behind the end of his garbage-cannon of death. Fortunately Reinhardt was quick on his feet. The moment before Roadhog filled Mercy's face with flaming instakill, he tackled the tubby demon away from her, freeing Mercy. But she was still injured and the pain was pushing her beyond her strength... The fact that she didn't shit herself right there was a miracle. Meanwhile Reinhardt was duking it out with Roadhog. He almost managed to kill Mercy's captor when he healed up on the fly. And Roadhog began to quickly out-DPS Rein. In an attempt to save him, Mercy flew over to him... but doing so, she felt a massive rank fart propel her forward as she flew on her wings. It was a little hard to see, but a tiny stain had formed, showing signs her tummy-troubles would soon be too much to contain. She began pumping juice into Rein, but sadly it wasn't enough. Rein took one last mortal blow before falling dead... She had to run to the stair-corridor to escape from Roadhog, who swiftly began chasing after her. He goes for another hook-grab, but just BARELY misses her by the skin of her teeth. She ran up to where the support-fire was holed up and looked with fear and panic as she witnessed Pharrah blow her own mother to chunks, and Junkrat having too shit aim to hit her out of the air, resulting in swift death... 76 just got headshotted by Zenyatta too... And soon everyone quickly had the insight to know Mercy's ressurect was probably ready, which it was... and thus she was swarmed... She tried to escape, but she was circled form all sides... It was now or never... Mercy had to revive her team NOW before she ate it... With that, a swift press of the Q button brought her team back to life (D.Va was still fine though being the indestructable teenage piece of shit). Pharrah tried to counter the rez with a Rocket Barrage, but 76's ult was ready so he shot her right back down. Ana knocked Roadhog out like a light while D.Va pounded her shotgun cannons into his face. Genji also made an attempt to Ult, but Rein smacked him up a bit and Junk picked him off with a Concussion Mine. The push was halted once again, thanks to a well-timed rez... But sadly... it came at a hefty price... After that shitshow, Mercy collapsed onto her knees and began to weep, as a loud hiss and crackled filled her plump ass with poo, creating a massive bulge that almost everyone noticed right away... and it smelled BAAAAD. Farts were also provided as Mercy involuntarily lost control of her bowels... She just laid there and cried as the last few seconds of the game counted down to zero... Defense made an astounding hold!! But Mercy did not... And her actions were well-rewarded as well as she was granted Play of the Game~ So that everyone, including her team and enemy team could get a nice long look at Mercy's huge rez and huge accident... The enemy team began to taunt her messy poo in the chat, and even a few of her teammates gave her a hard time, despite the game-winning rez (fuckin' pricks)... But 76 and Rein still appreciated her work and tossed in their end-card likes... Overall, Mercy WAS quite satisfied with her work today. Now to just take a long hot shower and get out of these sticky tights... ... ...
  12. I'm finally finished with my first chapter of "Birthday Surprise." Which comically has nothing to do with my birthday at all because it's in November! Sorry that it's not another chapter of "One Nasty Hangover." I hit a bit of a block in the road and needed to at least write something. So I came up with this idea and here we are. I'll try to see about writing another chapter from my previous project. Support me on Pateron! Follow me on Deviantart Follow me on Tumblr Ashley received many bizarre Quests, but none of them were quite as confusing as this one. The goal for this Quest was quite simple: go to some strangers’ house and babysit their kid. As she approached the door, butterflies began to fill her chest. For all she knew, this stranger could be a hacker who boobie-trapped her phone into leading her straight into a murderer's’ house. But if you wanted to make money, you had to take risks. The door gently swung open as the stranger’s face appeared in front of her. She was in her thirties, but has aged wonderfully. She was a redhead with short, curly hair. Her eyes were a nice hazel. She was wearing a lot of makeup which contrasted nicely with her light brown skin tone. However, most people wouldn’t have paid the slightest bit of attention to her face. Not with her bustling bosoms. She wore a tight business skirt which brought out her large hips and rack. Ashley regretted her decision to wear a more casual attire. A simple tee-shirt and jeans. And a light dosage of makeup. She paled in comparison to the decked out woman in front of her. “So, are you going to stare at me all day? Or shall we get this show on the road!” The woman said impatiently. She had big plans for tomorrow and she needed to get everything set up at once. “Oh right, what’s your name?” “Rosaline. You can just call me Rose.” “Ashley. Nice to meet you. So, who am I going to babysitting tonight?” “Susan. I call her Susy. She’s only one year old and can be be fussy from time to time. We haven’t started potty training, so I hope you’re okay with the cleanup.” “Of course.” I’ve changed my own diapers before, so how hard could changing some child be? I still haven’t found out what this has to do with anything right now. It just feels so “normal” for a Quest. “I’ll show you around the place and then I’ll show you the little one.” “Sounds great.” I guess I am best off following her lead until I figure out what’s going on. The front door led to a spacious living room. It contained a typical widescreen television that stood atop a large shelf. The shelf contained a library of movies, most of them being for children as you might expect. Several feet away from the tv was a plush leather couch and a lazy boy recliner. A rug lied underneath the couch. The playpen was in between the television and the couch. The only thing out of the ordinary was the size of the playpen. It simply appeared to be rather large for an infant. “Would you like a cup of tea before I take you upstairs?” “I would love to.” Hopefully the tea will help me calm my nerves. I followed her towards the dinning room before I decided to sit down on one of the dining chairs. The wooden table and chair set looked expensive. A glass door revealed the giant backyard. Was I crazy or could I see what looked like an adult sized playground? My eyes must be playing tricks on me. The kitchen was open plan, however a bar with stools separated the two rooms. The tile floor could be eaten off of. Unlike the dining area which did have a few minor stains. Everything was brand new. The microwave, refrigerator, freezer, even the glasses were in mint condition. She sat down on the chair opposite side of me and handed me a glass while she sipped on her own cup of tea. “So how’d you get access to Quest? Pretty hard to get your hands on it since you have to meet an executive in person. Just making an appointment is a giant pain unless you owe someone important a lot of money.” “Yeah, it was a pain. I was so sick of cleaning out toilets and selling hamburgers that I just couldn’t take it anymore. And lucky me, when I snapped at my boss for laying me off, an executive noticed me and handed me a card. I figured that anything and I mean anything beats cleaning out a shitter. At least this job requires you to clean your own shit. Am I right?” “I have to agree with you. I used to work in an office myself but here we are!” They continued to talk for a while before Rose decided to led her upstairs. They entered into what looked like your everyday nursery. The walls were pink with butterflies and bees across it. Stuffed animals and toys were a bit scattered across the room. A changing table off to one side with a little cabinet underneath it. The bouncer was awfully huge for a child, it looked big enough for an adult. So did the stroller. A crib with a rather large infant in it was next to the window. It was far too big as well. It had a cute mobile above it. “Well, here she is, all nice and tucked in for bed!” “She’s a bit big.” “Well so are you. But size doesn’t matter.” she winked at Ashley in quite the sly fashion. “Excuse me?” “Isn't it obvious? You’re not really babysitting. You are the baby! You see, it’s awfully hard to find a playmate for her and well I decided to make my own Quest. And since it is her birthday tomorrow, I decided that she needed to play with someone her own age.” “Wait you can make your own?” “Of course, you only need a load of cash. You also need to be working for Quest for a year. Now, I need to get you dressed. So first it’s off with these clothes!” “Hey!” Ashley shouted as Rose pulled her outfit off her. She was quickly able to remove her shirt, bra, pants and finally her panties. With a bit of effort, she picked her up and dropped her on the changing table then she stuck a pacifier in her mouth. “Perfect! Now for the powdering and some rash cream. Wouldn’t want my baby getting all icky down there.” First she brought a diaper under Ashley's bottom. Then she applied just the right dash of baby powder with a bit of rash cream. Her taping skills far surpassed Ashley as she finished in a matter of seconds, with just the right tightness. Once she was done, she lifted Ashley once again by her arms and gently dropped her in the adult crib. “But I’m not tired!” “Then you’ll be awfully bored in that crib.” Rose left the room, and turned off the light. As much as Ashley didn’t want to sleep, the pacifier was so soothing. The mobile was making a calming jingle that was slowly sedating her. And the tea she had was a sleepy time brew. She tried her best to force her eyes open, but naturally the calm environment caused her to fall asleep. Ashley woke up about an hour and a half later. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the other baby who also was wearing a diaper. In a state of shock and panic, she shouted and covered her bosoms. Susy as you can come to expect was full grown biologically. Her hair was done up into a pair of pigtails. Her eyes were a lovely shade of emerald. Her face was covered in a blanket of freckles which added to her cuteness. She just replied back with a giggle as she stared at the scene Ashley was making. Ashley finally calmed down as the earlier memories came flooding back. She stared at the sight of the girl in front of her. “I’m guessing that you’re Susy.” She said with a wisp through the pacifier. “Yep!” She replied though her pacifier. “So, what do you do while you wait for your uhh….mommy to let you out?” The pressure in her bladder reminded Ashley that she had to pee soon. The tea she had earlier was about to be her undoing. She wondered if she should hold it since she wasn't going to escape her padded prison any time soon. “Not much. I have a rattle in here if you want to play with it.” With not much else to distract her from her bladder, she accepted the friendly gesture. It at least held her attention span for a hot minute. Just long before for their caretaker to walk in and check up on the two of them. “Glad to see that you two sleepy heads are finally awake! And just in time because I have to take our newest little girl out dress shopping.” “Is she going to stay for tomorrow, Mommy?” “Of course honey” Susy started to bounce up and down in excitement over her new playmate. “Now, I’m going to change Susy first. If you’re smart, I’d suggest you stop holding your pee-pees like a big girl. I’m only giving you this one warning because I haven’t laid down all the ground rules yet. Obviously, the toilet is off limitts for little girls.” “I don’t have to pee!” She lied. Her squirming made her story unbelievable at best. “Ya know, I’m trying to be nice. But if you don’t go then I’ll just allow you to walk around a crowded dress shop in a soggy diaper. I mean it is just a matter of time before you go.” She just stared at her for a few moments as the shocking realization hit her. This was still one of her first Quests and while she had used a diaper before, she was never told to do it. She sighed and closed her eyes as a torrent of pee poured from her orifice into the absorbent cotton-like material. Meanwhile, “Mommy” was busy changing her other baby. Who was having fun playing along with her. “Quit Fussing or I’ll never get this on you!” she said playfully. Soon enough, she managed to diaper her baby and fit her into a bright pink dress with frills along it. Between her short height, ponytails and dress, Susy barely looked much older then a large five year old. Ashley gawked at the sight of the frilly dress. As much as she may have liked girly things, this was too much even for her. Not like she was going to have much say in the matter. Before she knew it, she was lifted several feet into the air and brought down on a changing table. “Someone peed a lot!” She opened up the soaked diaper and quickly wiped her down and powered her. Then she made her lift her legs just high enough for a diaper to fit underneath her butt. One by one, she taped up the diaper and finished it with a playful tap on her front. The challenging part was finding at least a temporary outfit for the girl. As humiliating as it would be to drag the poor girl outside in just a diaper, “no shirt, no pants, no service” is the norm for most stores. Ashley was a solid foot taller then Susy, so she had to find some of her larger clothes. Finally, she settled on a pair of overalls with ducks across it. They were done in the style of toddler overalls with easy changing options. She of course dressed the girl despite her protest about being big enough to dress herself. Soon enough, the two of us were being escorted into a car which of course contained two adult sized car seats. Where she even got half of this stuff, is a story in of itself. Quest was generous, but not nearly rich enough to hand out custom made furniture like it was made out of paper. So she had to have bought the stuff herself. “I’m sitting in that?” “Of course you are silly! It’s not just for show.” Ashley sighed and sat down in the chair. Soon enough the two of them were locked in. Mommy gave them each their own bottle full of juice. Susy started gulping down her drink while Ashley stared at it for a moment. This whole thing was so much more overwhelming than simply taking a lovely stroll towards her local coffee shop. Nonetheless, she was going to have to get used to this, and how weird could drinking through a bottle be? The nipple was soothing as she brought it to her mouth and started to suckle the delicious apple juice inside. It was a weird feeling for her teeth to get used to. But it was so relaxing that she closed her eyes for a moment. Her head began to drift into fantasy land as she wondered what it would be like, dressed up as a baby and eating a cake. Her mommy would have to clean off all that yummy frosting off her face. Maybe she’d get a bath afterward. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her head. After all, she did this purely for money and nothing else. Then again, why else would she have chosen this as her job. To escape from the hamburgers and toilets or too simply escape from this world and become a helpless little infant who never had to worry about adult things like money. Or was it a mixture of the two that brought her here? Susy meanwhile was off in her little space, sticking her head out the window and making faces while her mommy tried to tell her to knock it off. They finally compromised with a game of “I spy.” “Can I play?” Ashley snapped out, immediately blushing as she did. “Sure!” Soon enough, they were both having a blast in the car. Of course, they were only about half an hour of driving away from the mall and they were there before they knew it. Mommy helped us both get out of the car. “Now for the second rule, pacifier stays in even when you’re trying to speak. Unless of course, you're replacing that pacifier with a bottle or sippy cup. Simple right?” Ashley’s entire face turned bright red. But it was better then walking around with your diaper to the entire world. Little did she know that her padding was sticking out of her overalls slightly. She took the pacifier that Mommy gave her and stuck it in her mouth. The two of them waddled along side their mommy towards the entrance of the crowded mall. A few odd stares here and there, but most people barely payed much mind. All that juice filled Ashley’s bladder. It was just at that point where she had to pee. Of course, peeing was always easier when she was full, but what about just letting it go whenever? She had no other choice than to get used to this. She closed her eyes and squeezed as hard as she could. Soon, she could feel the warm urine filling her diaper. It didn’t last that long since she hadn't been holding it. It was barely a walk before they reached the dress shop. The color radiating from the fine selection of attire filled the room with a flash of light. Most of the dresses were frilly with bright colors. Bonnets and other cutesy hats lined some of the walls. On the opposite side of the store stood onesies, pacifiers and all kinds of “little” clothes of every kind. And there was even a small stash of diapers. Ashley stared breathlessly at the sight she was witnessing. Despite how often she went out, she had no idea that this store existed. Then again, just where was this mall? She barely payed attention to the street signs when they were driving along. “Jeez, I would’ve assumed that you knew about this place. I guess you are new to all this after all.” Susy meanwhile was too busy squealing over several of the dresses. “They sell this stuff?” “Well I certainly can’t stitch a dish towel to save my life! Now, I suggest you hurry up and pick something cute for tomorrow. And also, one of those onesies or something a bit babyish for yourself. Alternatively, I can also pick something out for you.” Ashley disappeared faster than a ball of dust into the army of dresses after hearing that last sentence. What on earth would she wear? Not like she had the foggiest idea about fetish based fashion choices. Something with a few animals across it or something with butterflies? After a solid ten minutes of indecisiveness, she finally gazed her eyes on the right dress. It was a vibrant purple dress with frills around the trim and pink polka dots on it. A bit of ruffles around the cuffs and a short color. “Is that the one?” “Yes.” “Yes who and don’t forget the magic word.” “Yes who?” “I’m your what?” She could play this game all day. It was quite cute watching Ashley as her face turned to a pretty flush. “Can I have the dress Mommy, please?” By this point, Ashley's entire face was bright red. Her impaired speech due to the pacifier just added to the cuteness factor. She looked and sounded just like a toddler asking her mommy for a dress right about now. “Yes you may. But first, I have to take you over to the dressing room.” The two of them walked toward the dressing room. One of the employees asked her how many dresses and handed them a slip to put over the door. Of course, they walked in together so that mommy could help slip her into the dress. For a start, she had to check the little one’s diaper since this was an ideal time and place to do it. Goosebumps creped along Ashley’s skin as a hand ran through her slightly used diaper. “You’re a little bit wet, but it should hold a couple more leaks. I’m so proud of you for using your diaper like a good girl.” “T-t-hank you” Ashley said with no other idea how she should reply to that. Soon enough, mommy had Ashley fitted into the new dress. It practically fit her perfectly and looked wonderful on her. “Do you want to walk out in your new dress? It means that you’ll have to eat lunch at home since I wouldn’t want you getting your dress all messy.” “But people will see the diaper easier.” “So? Haven’t you had to show off at least once before?” “Well yeah. I had to wear this mini skirt with a diaper underneath not too long ago.” “Then I don’t see a problem here.” They both stepped out of the changing room. Ashely still had to go look for a onesie while her mommy helped dress Susy into a new outfit. “Ohh, this one has fruities across it!” Embarrassment ran across her. She had no idea why she felt so little. It was like being in an entirely different space. Her and Susy had both decided on their outfits and were soon on their way home. Before they even knew it, the familiar sight of the house was in view. Once they were back inside, it was time for lunch! They were both lifted up into two different height chairs. But not before they were both striped out of their very plush and namely expensive dresses. They each had matching bibs which were yellow with a carrot on them. “Now, I’m thinking baby food for now and if you two behave then I’ll get you some solid stuffs for dinner.” Mommy pulled out several bottles of the mushed up baby food and got out a spoon. First she started with Ashley. She kept her mouth completely shut as her mommy tried to spoon feed her. “It’s not going away unless you get it in your belly!” “No!” She said for just long enough for mommy to get a spoon into her. The taste was fairly blend but some of the flavors were better than others. The worse was of course the vegetable flavors which made Ashley’s face gag. After a solid five jars, her belly was completely stuffed and she was quite a bit gassy. Of course, the next part of the feeding was quite a bit more awkward, though enjoyable. Once they were done being spoon fed, they were brought to the couch. Then mommy striped off her shirt and her bra. Susy dug right into the sweet milk-filled bosoms. Ashley stared at her boobs awkwardly. “Come on little one. Don’t you want mommy’s milk?” She slowly forced her mouth towards the stranger’s breasts and slowly started to suckle on them. It was fresher and warmer than anything she had ever drank before. Her eyes naturally closed as she slowly relaxed. An endless flow of the amazing substance overflowed her mouth. Some of it drolled out of her mouth and onto her mommy's breasts. She kept going until she was absolutely full and couldn’t handle anymore. Without even realizing it, she emptied her bladder sometime throughout that experience. The two of them were both burped. Then mommy checked their diapers. “I think it’s about time that you two cuties get changed! You’ll have to follow me upstairs since I’m certainly not carrying you two up that staircase.” After a climb up the stairs and into the nursery, they were both changed before they got placed into their crib.” “Now you two both had a long day today so get some rest. You can get some playtime afterwards then dinner. Okay.” Susy was more suited to the daily routine and easily fell asleep. Ashley struggled for a few minutes but soon fell asleep. Ashley awoke before Susy. The cramps in her stomach woke her. After all, she hadn't gone number two all day and the need was starting to arise. A sense of panic overwhelmed her since she was going to have to use her diaper. She tried her best to hold it as a fart came along. Susy soon woke up. She could easily tell what was going on. “You have to use your diapee silly! Just like this.” She lifted her butt and grunted. She immediately started filling her diaper with a torrent of crap. Her diaper sagged with a mixture of urine and poop. She sat down on it and started rubbing it into her skin. Ashley continued to try to hold her butt as tightly as she possibly could. “We could play together if you let go. We could compare our diapers to see whose is messier!” “Fine, you win. But only because that sounds like fun!” She may as well give into this little stuff just a tiny bit since it did add to the fun. Her entire face turned red as she grunted as hard as she could. At least it was less humiliating since Susy just did it. With a bit of effort, she could feel the mushy mess filling her diaper to the brim. She braced herself as she decided to sit in it. She covered her mouth as best as she could in order to hide her loud moan. The wonderful sensation of the warm mush was simply amazing as it covered her naughty bits. “Someone likes being mushy!” Susy decided to be a bit naughty and pushed Ashely toward the floor of the bed. “What are you…” Before she could say anything, her face was full of Susy’s messy diaper. It smelled absolutely rancid. So why in the hell couldn’t she get that through to her horny brain!” “This is fun!” She continued to rub her diaper against her face and soon had a hand down her diaper. Ashley tried to resist her begging urges but soon found her hand shoved down her pants. “Why don’t you move down so we can both have fun? Sharing is caring!” “Sure!” Soon she was diaper to diaper with Ashley and rubbing quite firmly. It barely took a few minutes before they both reached their climax. The sensation was like nothing that Ashley had ever felt before. Mommy walked into the room shortly thereafter and noticed the two of them. “I see you two are having fun. I think it’s about my turn to have some fun punishing you two naughty babies.” She started by lifting up the crib bars. “Straight to the corner and not a word from either of you.” They waddled along to the corner of the room and just stood there. The heavy force of a large wooden paddle with holes in it was soon brought down upon their mushy bottoms. Despite being mostly blocked by the padding, it still hurt. And after a solid twenty blows, both of the babies were brought to tears.” “Had enough?” They both nodded. “Good. Since you two both love being messy, I think it’s just about time for a quick shower.” A wicked grin ran across her face. The two of them waddled alongside their mommy, trying not to get too much shit all over the floor as it continued to pour down their legs. Once they were in the shower, mommy tore their tapes off and quickly threw away the well overused diapers in the trash. She then bathed them from head to toe, making sure not to miss a single inch. “Bend over, you two.” They were soon both lying in the shower with their asses faced outward. Soon they both felt the odd sensation of a gentle finger being shoved up into their asses. Soon the finger was replaced with something a bit more artificial. A torrent of water shot up their asses within a few seconds. “You two are going to both take this whole enema bag. You’re only allowed to speak if it gets too painful. I’ll stop for a few seconds if it really gets too unbearable.” Within minutes, Ashley's entire stomach was filled to the brim with the liquid. The water left a warm sensation from within. She was panting as the cramps began to hit her. She whimpered in pain as her gut continued to fill. By the time she made it barely halfway through, she begged for it to stop. She at least got a moment to breathe before the next gauntlet of gut busting torture. After several starts and stops, she had finally made it through the experience. Mommy took the nozzles out of her two babies and taped on a diaper over them both. “Try to hold that in for a few minutes.” Ashley tried her best to hold it, but barely two minutes in and her stomach soon gave out and started to release the endless torrent. Her ass burned with the explosion of everything she ate within the last two days. Her diaper poofed out like a balloon. It took her several minutes of non stop pooping before she was completely emptied. She started to wail like a giant baby. Mommy helped them step into a cute pair of plastic pants. Then she led them downstairs to their little play area. “I’m going to make dinner. And maybe I’ll even let you two have a bite.” Ashley eventually found some blocks to play with. However, within ten minutes, she had discovered that being messy starts to get a bit uncomfortable. And that discomfort slowly progressed into a burning itchy mess. It didn’t help when it mixed with urine but at least that got absorbed into the fabric. She tried to scratch that itch as best as she could with the plastic cover and diaper in the way of her bare skin. Mommy checked on the two of them and noticed that the two of them were both trying to gain some relief. “I knew I should’ve gotten out the mitts. This is a punishment after all.” She went upstairs and grabbed out a cute pair of mittens which had a locking mechanism. She then quickly went ahead and forced it on her two babies. Soon enough, dinner was ready and the two itchy butts were firmly seated in a height chair. Just sitting on the hard plastic chair was enough to mush the already squishy mess. Some chopped up bits of steak and a bowl of potatoes was placed on their trays. Without any utensils of course. “Bon appetit!” They all dug into their meals. Ashley was trying her best to eat cleanly with her hands. Susy however had a face full of potatoes. Eventually, she caved in and just starting mashing her face full of food as she ate. Mommy tried her best to wipe most of it off their faces as best as she could throughout it. Once they had all eaten, Mommy took them upstairs into the bathroom where she striped them down. Then she ran a bubble bath for them. Complete with actual baby soap, rubber ducks, boats and every other conceivable toy you could reasonably put in a tub. “I think you two have learned your lesson. Plus, I wouldn’t be able to sleep if my room smelled poopy.” The bath was a wondrous relief on Ashley’s irritated bottom. Mommy scrubbed them both from head to toe and shampooed their hair. It felt amazing as she ran her hands throughout her entire body, much more thorough than the shower had been. And receiving a scalp massage was just so luxurious. Once they were done, mommy dried them completely off and took the naked pair of babies into their “actual” bedroom. She pulled out two extra thick overnight diapers and laid the both of them down on the bed. A bit of baby powder later and some rash cream and she had them both taped into two cute little diapers. She tucked the two of them on either side of the bed. Then she striped herself down and crawled into the middle where they both cuddled up against her.
  13. please be aware that it has messing content too, but it's optional! it's a basic "hold as long as possible" test, although probably significantly gentler than most you've seen. ''; i'd love to hear your feedback and/or results!! http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/uttake.php?id=252770
  14. I know I still have an unfinished story but I keep getting ideas and if I don't put them down right away I lose them. Jenny and Annie were getting ready for a movie night at home. Megan was coming over with Katy also. They originally planned to order pizza, but Annie decided she wanted burritos instead, so she offered to go out and get burritos and ice cream. Jenny told her what she wanted and Annie left. After sitting on the couch browsing her favorite Omo forum on her phone, Jenny headed down the hallway toward the bathroom. She looked at her watch as she pulled down her jeans and sat on the toilet. She had about half an hour until Megan and Katy were supposed to arrive. She decided to quickly take advantage of that time. Once she had finished peeing her panties on the toilet, she pulled her jeans up over them and washed her hands. She went back into the living room and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Standing in the center of the room, she started to play a game on her phone and a minute later, began pooping her pants. The apartment door creaked opened behind her. She didn't move an inch and continued playing her game and pooping her pants. Without looking up she said to Annie "That was fast!". Then she heard Megan's voice "What was fast?" Jenny's butt cheeks clenched around the poop and her head snapped to the side. Her face flushed bright red as she realized Megan and Katy had been the ones to open the door, not Annie. They were early. Katy appeared to have not noticed Jenny's dirty deed right away and was unloading a bag of Doritos and a bottle of salsa from a grocery bag onto the kitchen counter. Megan, on the other hand, was looking at Jenny with an odd expression on her face. It was clear to Jenny that she had noticed. Megan pretended that she hadn't noticed and forced a smile, then she went into the kitchen to unload the grocery back of snacks she was holding. It was things like hot sauce, popcorn, and various candy. Jenny walked awkwardly and quickly down the hallway and into her room, closing the door behind her. She twisted the blinds closed and then covered her face with her hands as she continued pooping her pants. She was so humiliated. She didn't want to leave her room. In fact, once she had finished pooping, she laid down on her bed and fought back tears. She had never been caught pooping her pants before (except by Annie). Peeing her pants was one thing. She could claim that to be an accident, even at home. But it was blatantly obvious that she was pooping her pants on purpose. The smell creeped into her nose. Under normal circumstances it didn't bother her. In her current state of embarrassment, however, it nearly caused her to gag. From the hallway she heard Katy shout "Jenny!" It got louder as Katy advanced down the hallway "Jenny? Where are you?" Jenny's stomach dropped and a lump formed in her throat as she realized she had forgotten to lock the door. If she jumped up now it would be too late by the time she reached the knob. The door knob jostled. Jenny peered at it with one wide eye, the other was covered by her arms crossed over to hide her face. Suddenly she heard "Katy, come back here. Jenny will be back soon." She was saved by Megan. Jenny sighed loudly and her body relaxed a bit. She laid there unmoving for 15 minutes. Then she heard the apartment door open. The sound of Annie, Megan and Katy all greeting each other was muffled through the closed door. She heard Annie ask "Where's Jenny?" Jenny swallowed hard and prepared for the ensuing embarrassment. Megan said simply "She's in her room" and followed it with a soft "I think she's embarrassed." Any other person might have asked why, but Annie knew what the likely reasons were. Rather than humiliate her sister more, Annie simply texted Jenny: "Are you ok?" Jenny wanted to ignore the message, and did for a few minutes. Finally she responded "They caught me." Though the message was vague, Annie understood immediately that it was one of two things. She replied "Can you clean up and join us please? I'll keep them distracted." Jenny sneered at the message and in hasty momentary annoyance typed "But I have to shower! I can't hide that!" Shortly after she sent the message she heard Annie "Hey, how about some music!" after which Annie's playlist began to fill the empty spaces of the apartment. Jenny fumed with frustration at first, but after some breathing, felt an overwhelming love and appreciation for her sister. She got up from her bed and retrieved some clean jeans and panties from her closet, then snuck across the hall to the bathroom. She cleaned herself up and showered as quickly as she could while also rinsing her panties in the shower. She quickly snuck back to her room and deposited the soiled clothing in her hamper. The room still smelled strongly of poop, so she opened the window and positioned her fan to blow outside in order to circulate fresh air in. Then she went to join the others in the living room, making sure to close the bedroom door behind her. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears and her face burned bright red as she approached the three girls sitting around the coffee table. They had all eaten already and were playing Uno. The music was slightly louder than Jenny was comfortable with for a social setting, but she was grateful that it had masked the sound of the shower running. "Finally! What took you so long?" piped up Katy. She had always been a bit spunky. Everyone ignored her comment and Annie quickly spoke up "Your burrito is in the fridge waiting for you." Jenny forced a smile and said "Thanks!" As she turned to go to the kitchen, she glanced at Megan. Their eyes met for a second and Megan winked. Jenny's stomach dropped again and her heart pounded faster. "She knows!" she thought as she approached the fridge. Jenny opened the fridge and stared at the burrito wrapped in foiled on the glass shelf. She was hungry but had no appetite. Her brain was preoccupied and she could not put together the reasoning to decide if she should eat the burrito now or wait, so she simply stood there and stared at it. Her feet were getting cold, but still she stood, like statue carved of marble. She jumped when the sink turned on behind her. She looked. It was Megan filling up her glass of water. Megan motioned toward the burrito and said sarcastically "Staring at it isn't going to cook it." Jenny forced a smile and a single chuckle but said nothing. Sensing her discomfort, Megan leaned in and mumbled into Jenny's ear. Her voice was barely audible through the music blasting in the living room. She said "You don't need to be embarrassed. I won't tell anyone and I won't make fun of you." Jenny felt relieved but was still embarrassed. Megan leaned in again to add one more thing "I'm pretty sure Katy didn't notice so don't worry about her either." Then Megan returned to the living room. With a large sigh Jenny felt most of the tension melt away. Her stomach growled and she decided she would eat her burrito. She put it in the microwave and cooked it, then joined everyone else in the living room. Jenny ate while they played one more round of Uno then started the movie. There was no mention of Jenny pooping her pants the rest of the night.
  15. I'm looking for videos where a girl wears a diaper under normal clothes (preferably pants but skirts are ok too) and uses the diaper (peeing, pooping or both). In public would be a bonus, but I'll enjoy any. Anyone have any?
  16. Ah Fallout, one of my favorite Action RPGs. While I've only played the main series, I gotta ask my fellow omo lovers, which lovely ladies or handsome men would you like to see desperate to pee or poop, or even having gone past the breaking point? For me, I could see Cass having an accident due to being passed out from drinking or drunkenly pissing and or crapping her pants while tipsy. Or maybe Boone doing so, not out of a sexual reason, but from what I know, some IRL snipers do that cause, well, their jobs tend to have them be more or less stationary for long hours at a time. How about you guys?
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    WARNING: These videos contain large amounts of diaper messing and may show the contents. View at your own discretion. A bunch of amateur videos of girls messing their diapers and changing messy diapers! Be sure to follow the file, i update the file periodically usually in sets of 10! New Update 08/30/2016 - Added 10 videos they are labeled "update 4 (01-10)" Previous Updates Check out my previous upload with over 100 videos!

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  18. So, this is probably one of my most memorable memories of the fourth grade. This was about nine or ten years ago, give or take. We were heading the my school's church to practice a song the class was gonna sing. Midway through, I felt my stomach cramp up, and asked the teacher if I could go. She asked if I could wait a few minutes, and I said I could. I tried to fight back what was coming. While asking if I could go again, I began to fill my underwear with a warm mush. After almost a minute, she said I could, and I cleaned up in the bathroom. Thankfully, no one found out.
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    I did say I would upload the other four games at some point so here they are. Only 3 and 4 are really worth playing in my opinion, but they're all here if you want them. I have no screenshots but apparently it requires some so have a squid. You can buy all these on dlsite, and I recommend supporting the guy, he makes cool stuff. Guide for 3: Courage Test.txt This one is a bit weirder: the actions you do before the listed ones are irrelevant, so long as you don't accidentally scare them a lesser amount and end the scene before you reach the point you want. These are also not the only routes, there are other possibilities. Guide for 4: Courage Test 4.txt

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  20. Hello! So I freaking love the Fallout series. I’ve played every game, and beaten most of them several times. And though I love many characters, I don’t love any of them half as much as I love Curie. So naturally, I loved imagining her wetting/soiling herself for one reason or another. Minor Fallout 4 spoiler you need to know for this to make sense: Curie is a robot that you can “download” into a synthetic human body. At the start, she has no clue how to operate her new body, which opens up quite a few opportunities for omo. This story takes place just after she switches bodies. Also, Sole Survivor’s name is Jane. But anyway, time for the story. Fair warning: messing and fear wetting. -------------------------------------------------------------------- “Zis just feels so… strange,” Curie intoned in her exotic French accent. She was thoroughly inspecting her new arms. Jane chuckled a bit as she watched Curie repeatedly clench and unclench her fist. “You get used to it,” Jane said, as comfortingly as she could. “But you have had your whole life to get used to it, what if I never get used to it?” she said, worried. Jane hadn’t recalled her ever sounding so worried when she was still a robot. Now though, she occupied the body of a somewhat tall woman, with very short black hair and fair skin. She wore a pink and white checkered shirt, and simple blue jeans. “I’m confident in you, Curie,” Jane said. Curie blushed. Jane wore her Vault 111 jumpsuit, augmented with leather armor on her arms, legs, and chest. A powerful rifle was holstered on her back. She was caucasian with very pale skin, and silvery-blonde hair that curled and twisted all over the place, down to her shoulders. “Well, uh, thank you, I -oh!” Curie suddenly gasped, and put her hands over her crotch. “What is it?” Jane asked, though she could guess. “I forgot how to hold it for a moment, and I believe I urinated a little,” she said, without a hint of shame. She lifted her hands from her blue jeans, “how bad is it?”. Curie was still adjusting to her new body, so events like this were to be expected. Jane looked, and could see a wet patch roughly two inches in diameter occupying the space between Curie’s legs, “Not too bad,”. “I recall that you were always embarrassed when you had an accident. Should I feel embarrassed?” Curie asked, with legitimate curiosity. “Well, yes,” Jane replied, blushing slightly. “Well zen, may I please change?” Curie asked, though Jane suspected it was only because she thought she had to. “Soon enough,” Jane brought up her Pip-Boy, and loaded the map. They were still in the dead center of the ruins of Boston. Not an ideal place to be. It was a long walk to the Taffington Boathouse, which Jane and the Minutemen had turned into a relatively nice safehouse, but they’d be safest there. The important part was getting out of Boston ASAP. She relayed all this to Curie. -------------------------------------------------------------------- About half an hour passed, and they were nearly out of Boston. Curie was getting the hang of her body, her periodic stumbles and trips becoming rarer and rarer. Jane was on edge, though. Curie was unarmed and unarmored, for one because Jane had none to spare at the moment, and also because she wasn’t sure she trusted Curie to handle a firearm right now. Along with finer control of her legs, Curie had managed to keep control over her bladder. “Madam?” Curie asked innocently. “Yeah?” “I believe I require ze restroom,” Jane looked at Curie as she said this, and Curie’s face was clearly puzzled and confused, uncertain of what to do in this situation. Both of her hands rested over her crotch, not quite holding, but not just there for show. “Umm, can it wait? We really shouldn’t stop here for something like that; it’s too dangerous,” “For a little while, I think,” Curie looked down, pondering something, “I could just go now. In my clothes,”. “What? Why?” Jane asked, her confusion spelled out across her face. “If we cannot stop here, then I would prefer to not be in a state of discomfort for so long. Though it is very unsanitary, I could clean up when we get-” “No no, it’s… it’s fine. Just hold on. We’ll find somewhere. Don’t wet your pants,” “It is more than just ‘wet’, Madam,” Super. “Well, don’t do that, either, Curie,” “I will hold on,” The two continued walking. They passed by a number of ruined storefronts, most of the buildings too damaged to enter. Jane was a fairly talented sniper, and was very skilled at avoiding enemies. Using her techniques, she’d managed to guide them around most of the major threats without ever being in danger. Seems someone, somewhere lacked those skills, as multiple bursts of gunfire suddenly erupted from somewhere a few blocks away. Jane turned quickly towards the sound, before realizing it wasn’t aimed at them. Curie jumped and gasped at the sudden shock. “Oh my… Is that what it feels like to be frightened?” Curie’s face was a mask of total anxiety and unease. “Yup,” “I do not like zis feeling” she said, shaking her head. “No one does. Don’t worry, you’re safe,” Jane reached over and put a steadying hand on Curie’s slightly-shivering shoulder. “Thank you, Madam, I- Oh no!” She said, looking down. Jane followed her gaze to see that the wet spot on Curie’s pants had expanded considerably. An apple-sized patch now rested on her crotch, just barely reaching down her thighs, as well. She must have lost some control when the gunfire went off, but not realized till just now. “I do not like zis feeling, either,” Curie said, clearly looking to Jane for some sort of guidance. Guidance Jane had no idea how to give. Sure, people peeing their pants wasn’t infrequent in the Commonwealth; and Jane, herself, was no stranger to it. But she was somewhat new to consoling someone else over it. In the earlier days, just after she emerged from the Vault, Jane could hardly keep her pants dry and unsoiled. Every day she thought she’d seen the most horrifying thing the Commonwealth had to offer, out pops something scarier. She tried to remember how she felt when she’d ruined her trousers, maybe that would help her think of something to say. “Don’t worry about it, Curie,” She opened her mouth to speak more, but before she could, another woman’s voice interrupted. “Hey!!” Came a desperate and aggressive voice. Curie and Jane both turned around as quick as possible. A dark-skinned woman with ratty hair and wild eyes was holding a pistol at the pair. She was wearing a basic white T-shirt with blue-jean overalls. “Gimme all your caps! Now!!” Her voice shook a little. Jane sized her up quickly as Curie took cover behind her. The woman was clearly desperate and not good at this sort of thing. The hands holding up her gun trembled, and Jane could see the thug’s legs shake ever so slightly. Jane looked over the mugger’s pistol, and… yup. Jane took a couple steps forward, “You’re kidding, right?”. The mugger quickly adjusted her gun in an “I’ll do it” sort of way. “B-back up!” she stammered. Jane continued walking forward until the gun’s barrel was touching her belly, “You won’t shoot me,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Y-yes I will!” “Not with the safety on, you won’t,” Jane said, smirking. The mugger attempted to pull the trigger, but only heard an empty click. Jane quickly pushed the pistol to point at the ground as she drew her own revolver, and levelled it at the mugger’s head. Tears formed in her eyes, and she began making terrified whimpers. Jane looked down with some satisfaction as a dark patch developed between the mugger’s legs, which then spread down her overalls. The glistening wetness spread all over the front of the woman’s pants, creating a heart-shaped dark patch on the fronts of her thighs. Thick columns of wetness completed their journey down her legs, and deposited in a massive puddle at the woman’s feet. As her bladder failed, her other end took the opportunity to void. A wet crackling sound occupied the sudden emergence of a horrible smell in the air as the woman totally loaded her overalls. “Leave. Now. Do not look back,” Jane commanded. The mugger only nodded as quickly as she could before turning to sprint away. As she turned, Jane could plainly see the mess in the woman’s pants. The bulge was nearly twice the size of a baseball, and her pants were stained slightly brown at the bottom of the rather large bulge. Curie walked up to Jane, “I suppose it really isn’t uncommon for human’s to lose control of such functions,”. “With the right motivation, you can make anyone have to change their pants,” Jane said. “I will keep zis in mind,” Curie said, enthusiastically. That couldn’t be good. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The two had finally escaped the perilous clutches of the Boston ruins. The sun was still high in the sky, meaning they should definitely be able to make it to Taffington before nightfall. They were walking over an old stone bridge that was littered with discarded vehicles. Curie’s kind-of holding herself had evolved into full on grabbing-and-holding-to-keep-from-totally-pissing-in-her-pants. “M-madam?” Curie said, slightly bent over. “You need the restroom?” “I… yes. Badly,” She winced a little, “I am not familiar enough with zis body to know if I can hold it any longer,”. “We’re not too far from Taffington, are you sure you can’t hold it?” Jane asked. “I… I-” Curie scrunched her face, and Jane looked down to see the wet patch grow significantly. Two large streaks began their descent down her thighs, but didn’t go too far. The wet spot nearly doubled in size, but it seemed Curie was back in control. “I do not believe I can last much longer...”. Jane sighed deeply, “Okay, okay. It’s ‘safe’ here, so go ahead and go behind that car. I’ll keep watch.”. She drew her rifle, and turned her back to give Curie some privacy. Curie stumbled forward, leaking a little more pee into her pants with each step, before reaching her destination. She moved to unbutton her pants, and finally succeeded. As she dropped her jeans, exposing her wet, white panties, the familiar sound of a bullet crashing against metal caused Jane to suddenly push Curie to the ground. Curie landed on her butt, with her back leaning against the car she’d been using for cover. Her pants were still down around her ankles, but she had not been able to pull her (slightly yellowed) panties down at all. Jane emerged from their shared cover, and looked through her rifle’s scope. She spotted the Gunners advancing towards them, each laying down suppressive fire until they could close the gap. Jane fired one shot, but missed. As the Gunners returned fire, she ducked as a cacophony of small, metallic clangs consumed their hearing. Jane glanced at Curie to check on her, and… yup. Curie was sitting in a gradually expanding puddle as she peed hard into her panties. The yellow stain covered her crotch and the entire backside of her formerly white underwear. Between the clanging of bullets, Jane was sure she heard a faint hissing noise. A particularly ambitious bullet penetrated through their cover, and came dangerously close to hitting Curie. She yelped in alarm, and brought her knees to her chest, as she retreated into the fetal position. A low pbltpbltpblt sounded from Curie’s rear, and was followed by a loud, wet, crackling, squishing noise as the seat of her panties expanded forcefully. The messy bulge grew and grew, immediately dwarfing the size of the mugger’s load, earlier. The slightly-yellow-but-mostly-white fabric of the panties turned completely brown as she produced a veritable avalanche in her underpants. Poor thing, Jane thought, I’m gonna make them pay for scaring Curie like this. With inspiration drawn from seeing her friend in such distress, Jane stood once more, and shouldered her rifle. Her crosshair lingered over one of the Gunner’s faces. She pulled the trigger, and suddenly there was no face left to linger on. She panned over to the next, and gave him the same procedure. She turned to the final gunner, a fairly young woman. The legs of her military fatigues had spreading, wet streaks flowing down them as she saw her companions fall. She turned to run, dropping her gun. She vanished behind some trees before Jane was able to take her down. Jane put a hund on Curie’s shuddering shoulder, “Curie. Curie!” she said, shaking her. Curie slowly looked up, realizing it was over. Jane knelt down next to her, keeping one hand on her friend’s shoulder for comfort, “It’s okay, Curie. You’re fine, you’re safe. Let’s get you home,”. As Jane offered her hand to help Curie up, Curie looked down, and noticed the rather dismal state of her underwear, “Oh… I no longer require the restroom, Madam,” she said, forlornly. She accepted Jane’s hand and stood, “Should I try and clean my underwear first?” she asked, feeling the front and back of her panties. “No. Gunners like to travel in large groups, and one of them lived. We need to leave, now. Just… just pull your pants up over the accident, it’s fine,”. Curie complied, and pulled up her pants, wincing as the somewhat tight pants squished her mess up against her. At least the relatively small wet spots on her jeans hid the true extent of her accident. The same could not be said of the rather conspicuous bulge, which was plainly visible in the seat of her pants. Curie was still a little shaky, but she and Jane fled quickly from the area. -------------------------------------------------------------------- At long last, they were closing in on Taffington Boathouse. It was maybe another forty-five minutes, maybe an hour away. Jane looked back, and noticed Curie seemed miserable. Not that she could blame her. It very much reminded her of her first outing into the Wasteland- lots of terror, peeing, pooping, and crying. “You okay?” She asked, though the answer was evident in Curie’s sickened stare. “I… I do not dislike my new body...” “But...” Jane interjected. “I do dislike some of the emotions that come with it. How do you deal with being so afraid?” “It comes with experience. You’ve seen me have accidents tons of times,” “But I never saw you curl into the fetal position,” Curie said, a hint of shame in her voice. “Look...” Jane began, trying to think of what to say, “A lot of our emotions are terrible. Fear, anxiety, shame… but it’s worth having those if it means that we can still feel the good ones, right?” she said, throwing her arm over Curie’s shoulder. That was honestly the best she could come up with. Curie looked over to her and smiled, “Yes… I suppose it is,”. She sadly patted the bulge that presided over her butt, “I think I am beginning to feel embarassed and shameful over zis. Was your first time so bad?” she asked, curiously. Jane sighed, but decided it may bring her friend some comfort. She began the tale. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Jane had just emerged from Vault 111. She found her old robot, Codsworth, who advised her to venture into Concord and seek help from the people there. As she stood on the outskirts of the town, the sounds of a full-on firefight were evident. Jane was tempted to run as fast as she could from the ruined little town, but she knew it may be her only chance to find someone who could help her find her missing son. She swallowed, and steeled herself, and pressed further into the town. As she walked, the firefight worsened, and she could hear people screaming. During the battle, something exploded. It was loud, and it shook the earth. Jane could only whimper and shiver. Then she noticed a warmth travelling down her right thigh. She’d been so nervous that she had peed quite a bit. A circular stain rested on her crotch, and a little had gone down her left thigh, but a long, thick streak traced all the way down to her right knee. Despite wanting to completely wet herself and begin throwing up out of fear, she pressed on. She encountered a number of raiders attacking a lone Minuteman defender, and decided to help the Minuteman. As she fought, with every bullet that landed near her, with every time a raider noticed her, she leaked a little more. By the time she’d actually fought her way inside the museum the Minutemen were holed up in, the front, back, and inside of her pants were thoroughly soaked. The Minutemen didn’t seem to judge her too harshly for it, thankfully. Their plan was to use an old suit of power armor in the building to finish off the raiders. Easy. As she got in and began to tear through the opposition with a minigun she tore off of a downed helicopter, she heard a strange roar from below the ground. Midway through the intense battle, part of the street exploded open as a massive, reptilian monster known as a deathclaw had decided to go hunting. It turned the remaining raiders into soggy ribbons, then darted towards Jane. It picked her up, and began banging its enormous claws against her armor, trying to get at the squishy human inside. Jane screamed the entire time. She recalled reading once that T-51b armor, and later models, came equipped with facilities to handle waste. She could vouch that earlier models, like her T-45d armor, did not. As the deathclaw attempted to pry her armor open, she abandoned any thoughts of maintaining bowel control, and forcefully soiled herself. Eventually, she wriggled out of its grasp and retrieved her minigun, then blew the beast away. When she returned to the Minutemen, she was grateful that her armor hid the fact that she’d had another accident. By the time she’d returned home, and could take the armor off, her mess had been smeared all across her backside and thighs, browning her jumpsuit’s leggings. -------------------------------------------------------------------- “So… even though you were so afraid that you had an accident even before the fighting started, how did you stay brave enough to keep going?” Curie asked, fascinated. “I… I had to. For my son. That’s why I’m so ‘brave’ around you, Curie. I want to keep you safe, and I won’t do that by being afraid of everything,”. Curie blushed and smiled. “Do you think I didn’t want to piss myself when they started shooting? Hell, I think I actually did leak a little...” Jane said, slightly embarassed. “I don’t believe you,” Curie said. “Seriously. I have to go, too, you know. Almost lost it during that fight,” “I think I’d feel better if you’d have had an accident, too,” Curie mused. Jane sighed, again. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this, but considering everything, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to make all the way to Taffington, either. She gave a quiet “Hmmph,” and began pushing. Curie looked at her curiously, then her eyes fell to Jane’s legs. “M-madam!” she exclaimed. Jane felt warmth totally envelope her crotch. It spread quickly as she peed full-force into her clothing. She exhaled as she felt warm rivers flow down both of her legs. The wetness curled around her legs, just barely spreading across the bottom of her butt. The hot liquid flowed messily out of the cuffs of her pants, splattering noisily on the ground. Her visible relief faded as the next phase of this little operation began. She grunted softly, and felt her butt cheeks part. A firm log made its way into her jumpsuit’s seat. It tented out significantly, before finally folding in and smooshing up between her pink panties and butt cheeks. She exhaled again, and tugged at jumpsuit a bit, feeling the mess settling in the back of her pants. Her wet legs were cooling in the breeze. Curie’s face was full of satisfaction. “Thank you, Madam,” she said, gratefully. “Don’t… don’t mention it,” Jane said, and she meant tit. “It looks like you were right,” Curie began. “About what?” “With the right motivation, you can make anyone have to change their pants,” Curie said, quoting Jane. So this is what she meant. It was going to be fun explaining this to the crew at Taffington...
  21. It should be noted that this is an edited version of my story. I'm not entirely sure how softcore my stories should be so I decided not to risk it and edited out the sex scenes. It's still implied but it doesn't go into detail. The unedited version can be viewed on Tumblr or through my Google Drive links. (Google Drive Links are for Pledges only.) The Unedited Version Will write for money. After what had been the worst night of my life. The bartender or manager or better known as my “master” walked into the room. I was fairly sure that by now I had a nasty diaper rash from the squished up shit against my butt. The burning, itching sensation had caused me to barely get enough sleep for the day ahead of me. “Ya know, I never did catch your name. I’m Ronald Fleming.” “So now, we’ve gone from enslaving me to knowing me on a first name basis?” “Well if you’re going to be a smart ass about it, then I could chose to not change you. It is your diaper after all.” “Nick.” “Well, it’s Nichole now!” He said with a cheery smile. “Also I’m only asking you this because the phone asked me to do a more “personal” service and I don’t fancy doing anything like that with someone who I don’t even know!” With that, he pulled up a chair just at the head of my bed and pulled down his pants. “Eah, that wasn’t the worst head I’ve ever received in my life. Not too terribly bad for your first time.” He said with a grin. Then he pulled up his pants and got set to work. “Now, I have something much more fun planned out for work. I got some Quest objectives on this phone that needed to be fulfilled. So, let’s start off with our first goal for today with a bit of the old dressup. He started off by unlocking the bathroom door and allowing me in. The bathroom was fairly standard to any normal hotel restroom that you’d normally see. A shower and a bathroom with a sink and mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary. Minus the toilet which appeared to be a duck with handles near his ears. I didn’t even want to know what in the hell that was going to be used for. He had me stand up in the shower before he tore off the sagging, leaking diaper off me. He stripped his own clothes off before he hosed me down with the shower head. The warm water was a gentle relief from the stressful day I had and it helped with the burning diaper rash I had down below. Once he had thoroughly sprayed me down and gotten all the shit that was stuffed into my asshole, he began to scrub me down completely. Though I wanted to complain about how I could wash myself, I decided that was a terrible idea and kept my mouth shut. Oddly enough, the entire time I was hard. Especially when he proceeded to clean my private area. It had barely taken a minute of his scrubbing before I let out a soft moan. Hopefully, he couldn’t hear it over the sound of the running water. Through I did notice a sly wink from him. When we were out of the shower, he proceeded to dry me down completely from head to toe. Then he proceeded to put his clothes back on and redo his hair again. “Now it’s time for a bit of an easter special!” He went into the closest and to my horror pulled out a bright pink bunny costume similar to the one in “A Christmas Story.” And of course, a giant fluffy pink diaper. With a locking cover which felt unnecessary when you considered that the zipper on the costume was on the back. I allowed him to dress me since I didn’t want to deal with the consequences. At least the bunny costume slightly hid the diaper minus the notable waddle and bulge. Once we headed downstairs, I immediately noticed a feeding chair which was in the center of the bar. The feeding chair was bright pink with carrots and rabbits and bunnies done in a bit of pattern across it. A large yellow basket lied on top of it, loaded to the brim with eggs. Each one of the hard boiled eggs were in different patterns and colors. On the positive side, the eggs appeared to be freshly cooked. Out of curiosity, I approached the feeding chair with caution. Before I knew it, arms were wrapped around me, lifting me up into the air and sat down on the feeding chair. “I wanted to save that for last. But seeing as you were so eager for your very special easter dinner, I guess we’ll start by feeding you! Now I’ll give you all day to eat every one of those hard boiled eggs. The more you can manage to stuff down, the better you’ll be sleeping tonight. Simple. Right?” I stared awestruck by the sheer amount of eggs in this one basket. More importantly, what this would do to my stomach. I didn’t have a plug in my ass so these eggs were going to run through me. I took one final breath before I started to dig in. As the first crowd entered the bar, they just stared at me. A few here and there took pictures of my humiliation. Just to further memorize this day. Barely five eggs in and the gas had already started to kick in. The smell of my own fumes were absolutely putrid and this was just the beginning. Ten eggs and I was completely stuffed but still I continued to eat. It only took a full hour for the cramps to start hitting. I decided to just let it go since it was going to ease my pains. As much as I may have hated having to just shit my pants in front of everyone in this entire bar, it wasn’t like I had an alternative. I had to lift my butt slightly which unfortunately revealed my plans to the entire world. By the time the cameras had gotten primed and ready, it was too late to go back. The volley of pure eggs started to rush down my intestines. The sudden fullness in my ass as the brown mush piled into my diaper. This diaper was much bigger than the last one and held in my crap better. But the awful stench of it sickened me. It was so bad that several of the people who were filming this event stepped backwards. By now, the basket was barely close to empty. If I wanted to hopefully get out of this diaper and be able to sleep tonight, then I had better keep going. I continued to stuff my face full of egg after egg. The taste had started to become bland simply from eating so many. And soon I knew that another mess was about to roll in. For lack of a better choice, I once again had to let it go. Even the humiliation I was faced with fared better then the agonizing pains in my gut. The brown sticky liquid was up to my balls by this point. I could feel it sloshing around in my diaper. I could already feel the familiar burning itch from down below. I would give my left kidney just to be able to scratch that itch one time. Or at least be changed. I wasn’t sure how many eggs I had gone though, but I knew that I pushed as far as I was going to go. Barely a third of the huge basket was missing but I had to pray that was enough. I continued to sit in my own filth while people stared at me. The one familiar face had arrived whom I recognized as the bartender. “So, I see that our little one can’t handle her eggs after all. Since I honestly feel sorry for you and I’ll have to burn that five hundred dollar bed if you sleep on it in your current attire, I’ll cut you out a deal. You must be simply dying to get out of that diaper. So, let’s say one last punishment before I change you. And burn that bunny costume.” I simply nodded at him. Honestly, could he even come up with a punishment that would be worse than sitting in a leaky diaper with the smell of eggs filling the room. Not to mention the diaper rash. I seriously doubt it. “Let the first annual easter games of Rope Bunny begin!” With that he picked me up and before I knew it, I was being tied to the ceiling by my chest and crotch. Ropes crisscrossed my entire body, holding it so tightly that it burned into my skin. The leaking diaper became a thousand times worse with the crotch rope tightly squeezing the mess out of my diaper. My hands were locked into a bond and my feet in a similar situation. The insane amount of pain I was in from the sheer tightness of the ropes holding me in place. My own weight working against me. A locking pacifier gag was shoved into my mouth in order to finish my ensemble. I continued to dangle, suspended in midair by my chest. I couldn’t even scream or cry. Like that would’ve helped. People continued to gather around my defenseless body, taking photos, drinking and just having themselves a blast. I couldn’t help but be completely stiff down below. The pain almost felt pleasurable. And the humiliation just added to the turn on factor. I almost hated how much I enjoyed my current helpless position. Finally, the bar closed down. I could feel the ropes being slowly removed as I was freed from my position. After several long hours of being held in midair, being able to walk felt again felt like a dream. The best feeling was standing in the middle of that bathtub. Another diaper gently removed from my crouch and brought into the diaper bin. Then the shower hose cleaned out the rest of my mess. Most of the poop that was smeared against every part of my crotch had dried and was difficult to remove. But he was doing the dirty work so a part of me snickered at my body’s revenge plan. Of course, all that attention to my groin made me stiff again but sadly I was going to be denied another chance to masturbate. Maybe I could hump my bed later tonight? As disgusting as the thought may have sounded to me normally, I was horny enough to consider it. Anything to relieve my aching mass was better than nothing at this stage. Soon I was cleaned from head to toe and laid into bed with a fresh diaper and locking cover. “Now, the deal was that I didn’t want you leaking. However, a small bit of “funny” milk couldn’t hurt that much.” Before I knew it, a bottle was brought to my mouth; it was filled with laxatives no doubt. Once I drink it all down, a locking pacifier was brought to my mouth. Once I knew that the coast was clear, I started to consider if I was going to go through with my idea. Throughout the night I played around with my diaper quite a bit and went to sleep.
  22. Hey everyone. Expect more work from me! Here is a piece I just wrapped up for a fellow omo community member! ENJOY!! (Yes will be open for commission soon but I am currently at full capacity!) - PM me for more info.
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  24. Your body is arched over, like a hunchback, with both hands pressed firmly against your chest, you can feel the pressure. As small bands of sweat form on your forehead, your breaths start to engulf large lungfuls of air. With your teeth clenched tightly, your eyes are clamped shut, as your mind try's to block out the outside world. "Rrrrpptt" trumpets loudly from your bottom, puffing out the back of your thick diaper. Gasping, you grab the back of your diaper, trying to regain control. you can feel your guts churning and loosening with every single breath. The pained look on your face says it all, shaken, your small aching body gives up, beginning to release the contents of your bowels into your diaper. "SPLORTCH!" Echoes in the room, the diaper around your waist is dragged down by the gigantic load. Standing up, you feel the foul mass radiating on your backside like a heater. Starting to feel light-headed, you decide to move to the mirror to see the mess. You can feel the titanic load of mess within your diaper, squishing against you anus with every step you manage. Your cheeks turn a bright red as you assess the damage. It's surprising that the diaper held this much. Sitting down feels like an amazing experience, as the mass fully envelopes you in a warm, sticky blanket. Your mind and body are in complete bliss as your eyes drift away. Lying down, you place your thumb in your mouth and start to suckle, not long before your eyes shut tightly and move slowly away from reality... Please give any feedback you can, I appreciate it greatly.
  25. Hello, everyone! Anyone who read any of my Overwatch stories will probably know what to expect, but for those new: I love fear wetting/messing, and there is a lot of it. While I'm only opening with the one short story here, this thread will be where I post any others I write. So for now, I hope you guys like it! The Battle of the Broken Shore An Alliance ship sailed for the Broken Shore. The Legion had returned, and a massive battle was unfolding there. The situation was dire, dire enough that King Varian Wrynn himself was coming to face the threat. Miriam and Lia, two Alliance knights in their full armor and colors, looked out at the pale, unearthly green glow on the horizon. After a few tours on Outland, Miriam had learned to be deathly afraid of the Legion. Lia, however, had never confronted so much as an imp. What a surprise she’s in for, thought Miriam. People were shouting suddenly. What was wrong? There was too much noise from every direction. All the ships, all the people shouting, the waves, the sounds of demons. DEMONS?! Strange, gargoyle-like creatures at begun attacking the ships. Some landed and entered into brutal melees with nearby soldiers, but some just grabbed an unlucky victim and flew off with them, taking them who-knows-where. “Come on, Miriam, we have to help!” Lia shouted, as she drew her sword and shield and made for the enemy, as one of the beasts landed on their particular ship. But Miriam did not move to help. She was completely still with fear. She’d seen what demons could do to even the strongest of mortals. She’d seen how many of them there were. As the gargoyle raked its claw across a knight, tearing his armor wide open, Miriam’s wavering control over her bladder failed. Hot urine streamed into, then through her panties, wetting them. She felt the urine flow down her toned, muscly thighs, then flowing out between the chainmail segments of her armor, loudly splattering onto the wooden floor beneath her, leaving a fairly embarrassing puddle. Lia was still foolhardy in her bravery, and climbed atop the demon, expertly shoving her sword into its neck. It screamed in pain before collapsing to the ground, dead. Despite this victory, Miriam’s fears were not abated, for she could only think that it took half a platoon of seasoned men and women just to kill one of the beasts. Lia strode over, a look of mild annoyance upon her face, “We could have used some help, you know,”. “I… I know, I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve seen what demons are capable of,” “Then why don’t you help us stop them?” “That’s why I’m here, but just… being face-to-face with one, I couldn’t move, I could only...” she glanced down at her puddle with shame. Lia took notice of the puddle, too. She place an armored hand on Miriam’s armored shoulder, and with some sympathy said “you can trust me to have your back, you know,”. She gave her shoulder a bit of a squeeze, “I can trust you to have mine, right?”. Miriam’s fear subsided a bit, “Yeah. Yeah, you can,”. A man up in the crow’s nest suddenly screamed down to the crew, “INFERNALS! EVASIVE ACTIONS!!”. Miriam might never have seen those strange bat demons before, but she was well acquainted with the dreaded infernals. Terrifying, towering monsters made of black rock and green, demonic fire. She looked to the sky, and sure enough, several meteors leaving fiery green trails rained from the heavens upon them. Miriam felt her bowels begin to loosen, for if an infernal crashed into their ship, no amount of skill or training would save them. She might not have been the most pious individual, but she began to pray to the Light for safety. As she prayed, the ship nearest to theirs was suddenly obliterated in a massive explosion of green felfire. Anyone who wasn’t incinerated immediately was likely to drown, or to become food for the island’s less-than-friendly marine life. As she watched the wreckage sink, yet continue to burn in its demonic way, her bowels expelled their contents. Her black panties bulged, and reached out until they touched the seat of her plate armor. Her expulsion was forceful, and Lia, who heard the sounds of Miriam’s release, looked at her butt to notice that Miriam’s armor covering her ass actually moved back slightly. Miriam continued pushing log after log into her armor, her attempts to regain control were utter failures. Lia couldn’t judge her, for her own panties became wet with urine upon seeing the explosion. She didn’t fully lose control, but most certainly had a wet spot the size of a few coins on the front of her skimpy black panties. She felt a single, small trail of urine course down her right leg, making its way into her boot. Miriam looked out at armies of demons gathering on the shores, the ones she’d be fighting in mere minutes. She was terrified beyond all recognition, but she would fight, for that is what a warrior does. And looking at the other knights on the ship, she was far from the only one who’d be running into battle in sodden panties, if all the armored feet standing in puddles was any indication. This was going to be a long battle. ----------------------------------------------------------- Lia was on fire. It was probably best to specify that she was not literally on fire, considering their opponents. No, she was on fire in the sense that she must have killed sixty demons in half as many minutes. Her armor was tattered and largely destroyed by now. Her chestplate had been discarded, leaving only a chainmail shirt covering her upper body. One of her shoulder pads had been blown away, leaving only the pad on her right shoulder, which was dented and damaged. Her helmet had been knocked off, revealing her scarred face, and long blonde hair. She was quite the demon, herself, spitting toe-curling curses as she carved through demons like a knife through butter, and issuing terrifying war cries. Quite frankly, the loss of her armor only made her faster, not more vulnerable. Miriam’s job at this point had devolved into protecting Lia’s backside from any demons attempting to sneak up on her. Her wet legs and messy bottom were uncomfortable, still, but she ignored it for her friend’s sake. A large felguard charged at the duo, screaming all the way. Miriam raised her shield, and braced herself for the battle. She and the demon parried and struck with wild ferocity. The felguard was obviously surprised by her strength and fortitude; perhaps they’d been promised easy conquest and were finding it not-so-easy. After a few more rounds of striking back and forth, Miriam’s sword slashed across the demon’s hamstring, bringing down into a kneeling position. With the difference in height now negated, Miriam swung, and decapitated the monster. She turned towards her friend, “Lia, did you see that?!” she shouted with pride. Her happiness died quickly, however, as she saw Lia being thrown to the ground by an enormous doomguard. The beast roared, and Miriam felt her crotch grown warm once again. Small rivulets of pee worked their way down her legs. The demon raised its weapon up, preparing to bring it down upon Lia, who had long since discarded her shield. Realizing this, Miriam threw her shield to Lia, who grabbed it eagerly. The doomguard brought its massive sword down, slamming into the shield. Lia was an expert at playing through the fear, but today it got the better of her. As her arms nearly crumpled under the weight of the next strike, her bladder crumpled under the weight of her fright. Warmth engulfed her crotch and ass, pooling on the ground around her. On the next hit, her bowels voided, propelling her semisolid mess into her skimpy panties, which could hardly contain it. After the next hit, more mess came out, overwhelming her (poor choice in) panties. As the mess slipped by her almost thong-like underwear and into her armor, another hit nearly split the shield in half. She was certain that one more hit would cleave the shield, and also her, in half. The demon screamed suddenly, however, and Lia looked up to see Miriam mirroring her own trick from earlier: she had climbed upon the demon, and was stabbing it in the neck. The beasts overly-muscled arms could not reach her. With a few more gory, grotesque slashes, Miriam had all but removed the demon’s entire throat, and it finally collapsed, dead. Miriam offered Lia her hand, which she accepted. She stood, and prepared to face more demons, but she noticed: her army was retreating. The demons were advancing. A loud, authoritative voice boomed in the distance, “Fall back! Fall back! We’re retreating from the Broken Shore!”. While it certainly wasn’t hard to understand why, looking at the incredibly massive force of demons, Lia still could hardly accept it. Only when Miriam grabbed hold of her arm and began pulling as hard as she could did Lia move. They boarded the ship that brought them here, which had mercifully not been incinerated, yet. Only moments after they stepped foot on the ship, it began to depart, leaving anyone still on the Shore to their fate. Lia was very grateful that her armor hid her fairly large accident from the other knights. As she saw some female draenei priest whose pants had a large wet stain down the front, and a lumpy, brown bulge in the back, she was reminded that there were probably very few people on this ship who hadn’t soiled themselves pretty thoroughly. She looked back at the island, hatefully. This time, Miriam put her arm on Lia’s shoulder, which gave some comfort. The mess that was smeared across her ass and some of her legs just seemed to accentuate the feeling of total defeat. They would come back. She would come back. And next time, she would not lose.