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It's been a while, but here's a new story. Probably less narrative-based, more just vignettes, about a young woman who wears diapers 24/7 because she prefers "going to the bathroom" in her pants. Chapter 1: An Average Summer Afternoon (messing, wetting, sexual content, diapers) Rob and Olivia waved goodbye as the final guest left the Smith house, where Olivia lived with her parents. As they watched Cassidy drive down of the cul-de-sac, Olivia grabbed Rob's arm and pulled him back towards the backyard. "Thank goodness, I can't hold it any longer." Olivia nearly jogged behind the house and into the landscaping. She relaxed with a sigh as she began to poop into her black compression shorts. Rob was no stranger to Olivia's "accidents". She'd told him that from a young age she'd resisted being potty trained and to this day had weak bladder and bowel control - when she cared enough to hold it, anyway. Most of the time she wore diapers, thin ones to class that usually leaked by the time she got back from campus, and thicker tape-ons at home. But in the interest of keeping this from all but her most trusted friends she had forgone protection today in favor of some black compression shorts. She knew by experience they wouldn't show the "accident" she was almost guaranteed to have. This proved true, no one realized that the reason Olivia had sat down in the grass an hour or two ago was to pee in her pants. Except for Rob, that is, who at this point knew all of her tells. He knew to listen for the faint hiss of pee hitting her panties as she gossiped with another girl and struggled to resist his erection. Presently, Rob watched Olivia push an orange sized lump into her pants. It was a hot day and she was wearing a light, pink crop-top over a bandeau that Rob couldn't wait to rip off of her b-cup breasts, now that everyone was gone. They'd been hanging out in the backyard all afternoon, and this being Olivia's home she wasn't wearing shoes or socks. This was a good thing, as they would have been ruined by the pee that was now running down Olivia's muscular swimmers' legs and turning the dirt to mud beneath her toes. Another push, expanding the bulge in her elastic shorts, and she was done. Rob was unable to conceal his erection now. "I feel so much better now," Olivia sighed, before lowering her voice and cupping Rob's crotch. "Now that everyone's gone, want to go make out?" They entered through the back door into the kitchen, where Olivia's mom seemed to be getting ready to leave the house. If Rob and Olivia's friends were oblivious to Olivia's accidents, her mom was not. "Oh honey, did you have an accident?" "Sorry Mom, I was trying to hold it until everyone left but I couldn't make it inside." This was a total lie, but one she had told enough that Olivia's parents accepted it. The truth was that, while Olivia was very accident prone, she often just didn't feel like making it to the bathroom. She liked the feeling of going in her pants, and she was lucky enough to be dating Rob, who was turned on by it. "Well then," said Olivia's mom, "Rob dear, could you make sure she gets cleaned up before you go? I'm heading to the store." "Sure thing Mrs. Smith!" Rob replied, trying to mask his excitement. Mrs. Smith was soon out the door, and with the house empty, Rob and Olivia were all over each other. They laid on Olivia's mattress-protected bed, one of Olivia's hands down Rob's shorts, one of Rob's cupping the wet mass under her butt. Olivia peeled off her compression shorts to reveal a pair of pink incontinence panties now far past their limit and soaking wet, tight enough around her thighs to contain her mess. She pulled Rob's shorts down and began grinding her soaked crotch on his rock hard dick. The absorbent material of the incontinence panties gushed still-warm piss with each movement. Soon Olivia reached orgasm and collapsed on top of him, trembling, and with her orgasm Rob felt a new wave of hot pee stream over him as Olivia's bladder voided involuntarily. This was characteristic of Olivia's orgasms and Rob's favorite part of making her cum. Accordingly, he soon came all over them both. The two showered together, and luckily none of Rob's clothes were harmed during their lovemaking. Olivia needed a new outfit though, which started with a thick, double-taped adult diaper that Rob helped get her in to. It was getting late and Rob did have to go home, so Olivia skipped a bra and threw on a baggy sweatshirt that he loaned her, as well as a pair of athletic shorts that did nothing to hide her diaper. Finally, she kissed him goodbye and he went home, Olivia's new diaper already slightly damp.

WARNING: If you don't like messing (or hate Willy Wonka) turn back now because this experience ends at the Chocolate Factory. Teeny tiny bit of fudge visible in last photo. Also if you've read my other posts, you know there won't be photos or videos of me. Y'all... I will never complain about yard work again. I started off my morning with coffee and yogurt, then headed out back for some roof work, which took way longer than expected, I was up on the ladder for well over an hour, almost 2. In that time, I had already soaked myself with the hose cleaning out gutters and the coffee was starting to work its way through me. I figured i was already wet, and my continuing to squirm while 6 ft in the air was bordering on dangerous so I just... let go. There's a weird thrill knowing you're wetting yourself in full view of every neighbor as you teeter over the fence line! Here's the aftermath of that. After, I headed in to cool off and tried something a little new: rapid desperation. I drank around 1200ml in about an hour, then filled up my water bottle one more time. I put my same wet panties and shorts back on (WOW. What a feeling) and headed back out. Started with pruning and weeds in the back, and felt the effects QUICKLY as I continued to sip from my water in the heat. Leaning over to pull the weeds was a difficult task with all the pressure put on my full bladder. When I finished with that task, I was already squirming and potty dancing. The wet spot from the first time was still visible on the front of my shorts. But I was feeling daring and headed to the front yard to work there. I got down on my knees to work on the weeds, and immediately felt a tiny sprinkle of pee sneak out, along with an audible moan. I grabbed myself, regained composure and kept working, but the kneeling position was too much. I was bouncing, rocking, sitting on my heels. I'm sure it was obvious to everyone that I needed a potty break. More dribbles continued to dampen my clothes. Before I had pulled even half, I was back up and rushing to the back yard gate, feeling the trickles begin down my legs. **THIS IS WHERE IT GETS MESSY** In the safety of the backyard (and on the ground this time), I couldn't hold back my piss any longer and let go. It streamed down my legs and splattered on the patio while I panted and moaned loud enough to wake the dead. The feeling of relief was ecstatic as I felt my clothes rapidly becoming soaked again. My shoes quickly became surrounded by a pool of my piss, as my bladder emptied with abandon. It felt like I could never stop peeing. That complete feeling of relaxation must have affected all my muscles, because before I knew it, I was squatting on the concrete and felt a surprising "plop" in the seat of my panties. I had--completely unplanned, began to have a second kind of accident! After getting over my inital shock--(I've just shit my pants!) It only took a light push to finish the job. I remained frozen as my panties expanded and sagged with the consequences of my mess. Pee dribbled from my soaking shorts and I remained transfixed and gasping on the ground, having a full blown accident in my panties, outside where anyone could spot me. Aftermath of second accident--I laid the panties in a way that conceals most of the mess, I'm not into visible poop either. Somehow nothing got on my shorts (other than pee!)

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I find myself with an abundance of free time and too light a wallet for my comfort, so I have decided to re-open commissions! I'm fairly flexible with whatever kinks you want me to write, with a few things I won't touch - ryona (I do not enjoy it at all.), guro (Makes me queasy.), or heterosexual sex (Just... meh.). Hypnotism is okay. Diapers are okay. Ageplay is okay. Pet play is okay. If it's not one of these, just ask and I'll tell you. I'm not exceptionally familiar with too many settings. If you want something heavily accurate I may not be able to provide you with a decent fanfic. I specialize primarily in original fiction or exploring settings through original characters. Worlds I know my shit (mostly) about are, in no particular order: Warhammer Fantasy, Warhammer 40k, Shadowrun up until 4th Edition (2070), Warcraft up until WoW: Legion, Dark Souls, Sword Art Online, the Fate series, parts of Gundam's UC timeline, the gundam CE timeline, Gundam Iron-blooded Orphans. Anything else might be spotty. My specialties in original fiction content are historical fiction, fantasy adventure and medium-hard sci-fi, though I dabble in cyberpunk as well. Most of my published work on the forums here is unfinished, but I do have some there to give a look at some of my writing style. I have recently become a lot better about active versus passive voice, so much of my old material is before that. My rates are as follows (All values are in US Dollars) 1¢ per word for normal content, so a 1,000 word one-shot would be 10$. For longer stories, I may provide discounts if we have consistent business with each other. 2¢ per word if I am writing content matter I am not as comfortable with but still willing to write (non-con, for example.) I'm living in Canada, so I cannot and will not write lolicon, as it is extremely illegal to do so. If you wish me to, I will also publish the story on the forums afterward. If you choose to post it elsewhere, credit me in the summary or author notes section, please. 'Business' is Booming.odt Attached to this post is an example of one of my most recent stories, this one was written for fun, rather than for commission. CONTAINS MESSING. Feel free to reply here or in my private messages!

Author's Note: This is a reboot of a piece of fanfiction I feel unable to continue in the form it currently exists in. Specific in-universe mechanics and overall setting have also been changed - Instead of using Aincrad and the SAO-verse, the story will take place in a setting of its' own - Though one that takes inspiration both from SAO and Log Horizon, as mentioned in the thread title. There may be references to canon characters from either series, and perhaps a rare cameo, but the focus will be wholly on the adventures of one girl and the people she comes across. Additionally, this story will feature some fairly dark content throughout, both due to behavior of player characters and the mechanics of the rather hardcore Era of Survival game itself - Anybody particularly averse to semi-realistic (Game-ified partially) injuries or combat, discussion and use of controlled substances, sexual harassment (and potentially worse, though mentioned and not shown) and other such dark/mature content would best avoid the story in general - I am writing this is a sort of exploration of what population of players would do if a game world became their own 'real' world, and the real world is full of scummy people and scary situations, and would feel that I am doing a disservice if I did not reflect this in-story. Finally, as a last note before the story begins proper: I am not particularly reliable at update frequency, though if people show enough interest (And even offer their own suggestions for the story, the plot is not set in stone!) I am likely to stay more focused on updating, else my mind tends to wander. Without further ado... Italics is protagonist's commentary, Normal text is the story she is telling proper. [Bracket text is dialogue not in English.] Era of Survival Chapter - One "It's finally the day." Those were the first words to cross my mind as I woke that morning. Era of Survival had finally released after an insane ad blitz that carpeted online and AR media. The second bunch of words were, "Oh fuck, maybe that rum and coke wasn't a good idea before bed." something followed up by a frustrated shove that pushed soaked sheets and a damp comforter off of me. Though I wanted to dress and head to the store, it seemed I was bound to do laundry and shower first, as per usual. Deciding to rebel in a manner more suited to somebody a few more years my younger, I put it off in favour of getting ready. I wouldn't have dared if Papa was home - I was and still am a weirdo, but even weirdoes generally don't parade around in soaked panties and a gray tee-shirt with a wet patch up some of the back. Half an hour later, rather than the far more likely hour and a half had I stuck around to clean up my bedding, I was ready. For what, you may ask? To sit my ass down on the couch, stretch out, and pull the VR helmet down over my head. To this day, I still laugh when people tell me they buy physical copies of games. After a brief initialization, the game splash-screen opened up, and I was treated to some suitably renaissance styled music as the VR proper began in a seamless transition to the game's character creation area. ---- Author's Note: This was a hard one to get off the ground, but I've decided to stick to a journal format to let Naja (Pronounced Naya/Na-ya) get her story across. With every chapter, I intend to expand the main story with additional tidbits, generally in the form of Naja explaining something that happened in the chapter if I can't make the explanation work with the pacing of a scene. For this first day of writing, I intend to post two chapters and two bonus commentaries, partially to make up for the reduced size of the first chapter (It's cut down from the original draft, but I can't think of much that would work and still let Naja tell her story organically. Of course, the short length is somewhat fitting given certain in-character reasons for her not to dwell on the pre-game events at present.) --- Commentary - One It is more than likely the reader is by this point feeling some level of amusement, disgust, or maybe something else - Yeah, I'm talking about the fact I wet my bed back then. See, there's pretty solid reasons that it happened. Part of it seems to be psychological, though I haven't exactly talked to a shrink about it since I was a kid. Some damage from some hard stuff in my past. Well, that's not the only part. See, I'm not the fittest, well fed girl in meat-space. This has rather irritatingly carried over in-game - You'll see more in the next part of my tale. Suffice to say that because my 'glorious' northern homeland suffered a teensy-tiny FINANCIAL COLLAPSE, some places were looking a bit more like a third world country than a developed nation by the end of it. Starvation and stunted development does damage to the body, and I'm lucky that I don't have serious liver issues or something as a result. What I do have is a fairly frail and petite frame, not much to the boobs or backside areas, and some weakened muscle groups. Important ones. Internal ones. Other stuff too, but nothing quite so... Relevant to what has happened to me since logging in. Yes, I have bad sphincter control, for those who didn't pick up on that. This, combined with certain, uh, 'Design Decisions' in EOS means that it will be far more frequently brought up than if I were trapped inside a game like, say... 'Miner-Builder 20th Anniversary VR Edition GOLD', or what have you. On the other hand, if you ganked me, killed me and are now reading this while I rot somewhere, HAH, you're reading about the life and times of some crazy bitch who soils herself regularly, and I hope it creeps you out real fuckin' hard. (The rest of this page is taken up by a comic of a girl in hell, in soiled clothing, pointing and laughing at the image of a caricature of a bandit reading a book. Any space not taken up by this is HAHAHAHA in at least four different languages.)