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Spoilers for Dangan V3, tags apply. First crack at it. More Soon(TM) A Cruddy Job Waving her pass towards the guards stationed at the front, Maki Harukawa found herself within the gates of Whitaker Mansion, the setting of the titular brand’s annual fashion show. Quickly entering the building itself and taking the stairs down to the basement. Once there, she took a left turn and entered the wine storage room. Between the third and fourth barrels was a slightly larger than normal gap, and she squeezed herself through the gap in order to access the briefcase that was smuggled in by her assistant. She felt the weight of the briefcase and the sniper within. Unfortunately, she also couldn’t resist the urge to let out an airy fart, hands on the knees as she released her gas. Even though she didn’t relieve much of either of her urgent bathroom needs, the narrow space behind the wine barrels began to reek of her rancid odor. Maki slightly blushed as she worked her way back across the gap (pressing on her stomach in the process) and proceeded to retrace her steps up to the ground floor. If she had time to empty herself prior to the actual hit, she would have done it a long time ago. She departed with plenty of room to spare, but as she made her way to the mansion, she got held up numerous times, some as innocent as an unusually busy rush hour, while others being more malicious, such as a scare when she picked up on a potential stalker. As she had to begrudgingly turn away from the mansion, she managed to shake off the stalker at the cost of her cushion, both in terms of spare time slowly diminishing and the white fabric of Maki’s panties which were in serious danger of being painted yellow and brown. The yellow portion was already starting to become reality, as the assassin felt herself leak into her underwear while climbing the flight of stairs. She needed to reach the top story in order to access the view she was going to, which meant climbing four flights of stairs. If one had proven tough enough to force a spurt of urine into her panties, god knows what four would do to them. In fact, now that Maki had to focus on keeping her bladder at bay, she accidentally let out a brazen fart in front of a small group of people. She felt the heat start to rise up to her cheeks as they took on a pinkish hue. Although they certainly weren’t appreciative at first, one lady had enough empathy to help Maki. “Do you need help finding the bathroom?” she asked. Maki, in too much of a rush, misheard the question as “Do you know where the bathroom is?” and gave a quick nod in reply. “Well it’s just over to the right, you can’t miss it,” the lady continued. So naturally she was confused when Maki darted out of the room, took a left turn, and promptly missed the bathroom. Maki glanced at the grandfather clock placed next to the stairwell door before quickly opening it and heading inside. The long hand had just passed the XI letters, indicating that Maki had just north of four minutes to climb the stairs, get into position, set up the sniper, and pull off the shot. Small drops began to follow her as she made her way up the first flight of stairs. Unfortunately, Maki’s bowels also started to activate again, and she had to stop and press a hand against her rear in order to not completely poop and subsequently wet herself. When she finished restraining her bowels, the seat of her panties showcased a small brown dot, marking the place where her finger touched her asshole. Halfway up and her leaking only worsened. A couple drips marred each step of the staircases as the initial log of her imminent bowel movement began to escape her circle. At the top of the third staircase, she had to stop to release her final “safe” fart - the last fart she could pass without introducing a mound of poop into her panties. Maki’s horrible smell started to permeate the stairwell as the assassin expelled all the gas she could, even causing her to momentarily gag. Even then, the fart turned wet at the end as a small bout of liquid poop flew out and stained her underwear. Caught by surprise, Maki clenched her asscheeks only for her bladder to release a full couple seconds of urine down her legs and onto the floor. The side of her socks had started to turn yellow as a small puddle formed on the base of the fourth staircase. Maki steeled herself and began to climb again when she heard the opening notes of the main exhibit start to play. Her heart dropped. She was late. The assassin bounded up the stairs as if she wasn’t about to go all over herself. Unfortunately acting the part doesn’t necessarily mean that the body would keep up, and a stream of urine ended up on the stairs of the final staircase, as well as the first two inches of the initial log beginning to tent out Maki’s underwear. Clenched cheeks meant that the two glutes were both soiled with Maki’s shit as the front of her underwear effectively reached its saturation point. Maki rushed to her nest and set up her sniper in what seemed like record time right as her mark began to appear on the catwalk. She shuddered in desperation as the line of urine tailing her led to a growing puddle, her shoes and socks taking in more of their wearer’s urine. On the other end, her bowels had begun to move again, and Maki internally resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to make the shot while wearing pissed and shitty panties. As she adjusted her position to get the easiest shot possible, her log of poop, initially poking out of her panties, began to deform as her now-soiled buttcheeks enveloping the log shifted along with the rest of her body. Despite inches of her load gradually making their way into Maki’s previously white underwear and a small interrupted stream of urine flowing down her legs and puddling on the floor, Maki’s pupils dilated as she honed in on the target - not the man she was sent to kill, but the chain of the chandelier that happened to be above his head. The client had wanted to send a message, and Maki’s index finger was about to send that message accordingly. Her bullet broke the chain before being deflected and puncturing a wall somewhere, sending the lighting rig down onto the target and eliminating him. Now that her task had been accomplished, Maki was made aware of the sharp offending odors of urine and poop as her body futilely kept trying to stop the flow of those two very things. Already burnt past the end of her rope, Maki finally surrendered and released her hold on her overworked bladder and bowels, accepting the impending humiliation. The client had paid extra for this hit; she could spend on a new pair of panties… and socks, as she was currently realizing. Streams of piss hissed down her legs and underneath her nether region as the front of her knickers intensified their yellowish color. The puddle began to expand to meet her outstretched legs, forming a wide circle surrounding the assassin, her socks and shoes becoming flooded with the stuff. The splashing urine on the wooden floor was worryingly loud as the assassin suddenly became aware that people on that floor may actually hear her doing her business. Her ass certainly wasn’t helping, as it continually gave off farts as the poop pushed into her ever-expanding panties, spreading all over her asscheeks and even small clumps escaping through the leg holes and dropping into the puddle. Maki herself was in a state of ecstasy, her mouth having opened into an O of complete relief. After the initial overwhelming relief, she immediately dialed in on her now suddenly harder task: reaching her car and extracting from the area. If prompted (sufficient planning and naturally strong kegels insured that Maki didn’t have to ponder this question), Maki would assume that she’d feel embarrassed about releasing a load into her underwear, but now that she had to stitch together an improv escape plan, she completely skipped that phase and now was completely focused on getting out of here as fast as possible. She didn’t hear any footsteps or yells yet, but she realized while dissembling her sniper that it was only a matter of time.

I wanted to create a thread specific for non-diaper messing. I enjoy hearing stories, real or fantasy, regarding pooping in one’s clothes. I only poop in my panties and usually in girly clothes. I like the relief of taking a dump and allowing it to stain so it is visible on the outside, like a genuine accident. I don’t get many opportunities with having a family so sharing with others helps. As I write this, I’m holding back from making a nice brown mess in my dress and tights.

I um maybe made mush in my panties by making a big poop in them..... I uh filled them at work because I really had to go and I couldn't hold it long enough to try to use the big girl potty and ended up using my panties as my potty instead. Oopies

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

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

Hi all! I have been wondering what ya'lls opinions are on messing and poop desperation! For me, it seems like an interesting idea and I have no problem with butt smells and such, hell my second biggest kink behind omo is farts! What raises concern for me is the feeling of it, like I know what wetting feels like and enjoy that, but if feel like pooping my pants might be a turnoff. I also KNOW that the cleanup would be nasty. Also, even though I don't mind butt smells, I know fresh scat can be pretty intense and I feel like that could also be a turn-off for me perhaps. The desperation portion of messing is what interests me most anyways. The farts, grumbling tummy, squirming and holding of the hole, etc. I have gotten off to pantypoop content in the past although I feel it is a completely different experience to witness than partake in live. Anyways this brings me to my point, after rambling about mine haha! what do you all feel about poop desperation and messing!

Ok, first I have to clarify that I wrote this text using the translator. I actually speak Spanish and my English is really not very good. I decided to make this post since I just had what would be my first Omo experience (although this is mostly about messing, so if you don't like this kind of thing better don't keep reading. I currently live with my parents, so any attempt to experiment with this fetish would have been a terrible failure. However today when I woke up I discovered that I was completely alone at home. And that, in addition, I really wanted to go to the bathroom. This really wasn't planned, I just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. So I ran to my room, found some panties that I could throw away later, and went to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and tried to forget what I was doing. It wasn't long before my bladder began to empty. At first I thought it would just be that, but soon I also felt the need to shit, so I started pushing to finish faster. That happened just a few hours ago and, damn, I get horny just thinking about it. I definitely want to do it again. Any advice you want to give this poor beginner?

View File DSDA-53 Desperate schoolgirls wetting (and sometimes pooping) themselves infront of the toilet. *The first 4 files are just the wetting parts* The file DSDA-53 Uncut has schoolgirls both wetting and pooping themselves. The file "DSDA-53 Slow motion wetting and panty pooping" is a compilation of all of the wettings and panty pooping. they play it at normal speed first and then again in slow motion. If you are someone who doesn't really care for the build up/ cleaning up parts and you only want to see the wetting/panty pooping then I guess this is for you. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 10/25/2022 Category JAV Collections  

View File DSDA-38 Desperate schoolgirls wetting (and sometimes pooping) themselves infront of the toilet. *The first 3 files are just the wetting parts* The file DSDA-38 Uncut has schoolgirls both wetting and pooping themselves. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 10/25/2022 Category JAV Collections  

View File DSDA-42 Desperate schoolgirls wetting (and sometimes pooping) themselves infront of the toilet. *The first 3 files are just the wetting parts* The file DSDA-42 Uncut has schoolgirls both wetting and pooping themselves. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 10/25/2022 Category JAV Collections  

View File DSDA-62 Desperate schoolgirls wetting (and sometimes pooping) themselves infront of the toilet. *The first 3 files are just the wetting parts* The file DSDA-62 Uncut has schoolgirls both wetting and pooping themselves. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 10/25/2022 Category JAV Collections  

At first some introduction to the topic: we are good friends for more than 10 years (up to 15 maybe, I don't count this), she knows about my IBS problems and some (or maybe most) bad situation related to this, there was a time when I had real tough time with that and she was very supportive. Now she lives for a good couple of years in another country, but we try to talk via Internet as much as we can. The topic of bathroom situation comes maybe once per a couple of years, so it's not something that we're discussing frequently. She also had a few accidents, some of them are described here, some are not, but I think that this was her 6th adult pants pooping accident. Or maybe not a typical accident, but 6th time when she finished with poop in her pants. The mentioned situation happened a few years ago, hard to say when exactly, but it's not important. So, to the story. She was driving from a meeting in another town (I think she mentioned with who, but I didn't noticed it) where she had some lunch, coffee, etc. Her ride back home was about 25 maybe 30 minutes around some local roads. When she was leaving she was already not feeling very well, as she claimed maybe due to the food she ate, the coffee or the mixture of all above. But she thought that the situation is rather safe, the ride was not very long and also there was a gas station close to her town and one inside her town, so even in case of some emergency there was a place to go. The first 10 minutes of the ride were totally typical, but the traffic started to slow a little bit and then completely stopped. At this moment there was nothing to worry about in serious matter, but the urgency become more intense every couple of minutes. When the traffic was stopped for maybe 10 minutes she started to worry as the situation became worse - like cramps, farts, etc., but at this moment it was not far from the gas station. But when the police, fire brigade and ambulance passed her on the opposite direction (driving theoretically wrong way, the lanes were split with something, so it was impossible to turn back) she realized that she may be in a trouble and decided to turn on a local radio to check if there will be something. And as you may imagine, there was an info that a truck had a blown tire and it resulted in an accident, the road is blocked, the public service is already there and the road will be blocked for at least an hour, so who can, please try to go another way. So, she quickly realized that she is a big trouble, because she won't be able to hold it for an hour, as the cramps began stronger and stronger. She also had some rumbling in her stomach, in general the wave of poop was coming, soon. She panicked a little bit, but soon the turned into "f... it" mode. She knew that there is nothing that she can really do. Jumping out of the car was impossible, there was nowhere to hide and there was no chance to turn back. As the traffic was not moving, she judged that she has two options - hold it to the moment of accident, which was rather unaviodable or a solution that as first point may be shocking - let it go earlier and skip the pain, cramps etc., or rather change it to the not comfortable thing like sitting in your own mess. She said, that she knew that is was something not common, but she started to considering this as an option, because holding was very painful, she felt that it will not be a watery diarrhea, rather a loose one, but not a total disaster. And - as she said - I've shit myself a couple of times earlier, so once more is not a life-changer, and my clothes were far from anything special, so it won't be a big lost. She knew that she need something to protect the seat, she had a small towel, so she put in under her and decided to wait for another wave of cramps, to let it go as smooth as possible, also because her bladder was not empty, and her main goal was to not to pee her seat. After rather a short time another wave hit her, so she lifted herself a little, and simply did not stop it from coming out. After just a couple of second her panties were completely full. I forgot to mention, but she had jeans, classic blue and some beige panties. The worst part for her was to sit down, but she did it in a very slow way, and the mess spreaded only a little. The time after that was uneventfull, as she simply sat trying not to move when it was unneccessary. The traffic started to move a little bit after some time (well, it took them more than an hour), so she could finally drive home to change her clothes. She reached her home after more than an hour of sitting in pooped pants, grabbed towel from beneath of her, a rainjacket, tied it around waist to cover the stain on her pants and rushed home to clean the mess. Finally I asked if she thinks that she made a right decision, or she regrets letting it go without and accident, and she said that no, this was not easy choice to made, but she knew, that she will poop herself eventually after some time, some very uncomfortable time. When I asked her about the experience of sitting down and being in messy pants for more than an hour, she said that it was bad and something that she clearly doesn't want to happen again, especially that when she sat down some of the mess came out of her panties, so when she reached her toilet it was already down to her knees. The jeans and panties were binned.

Fair warning this does contain messing. A few days ago I had a very interesting conversation with my fiancés sister. We were having a conversation about the law and how so many laws are either unsuitable or need adapting for use in the modern world. During the wide ranging discussion I brought up public urination and how people have and can be prosecuted for indecent exposure because of something as trivial as being caught short. Her opinion surprised the life out of me and that is why I’m writing it here. When I asked for her take on the matter she opined thus; “I understand why people do that, most people are brought up to believe anything is better than peeing yourself and because of that, some people go to extreme lengths to avoid this. I actually think this is something society should look at again” I thought her take was both liberal but also very pragmatic at the same time. Neither of these things surprised me that much. In the couple of years I’ve known her, I’ve learnt she is a very good natured person and try’s to see the world in a positive light. To be honest, regardless of my (and our kink as a community) kink I genuinely thought her opinion to be enlightened. Anyway, after listening carefully to her response, I challenged her on what she defined as extreme lengths. “I’m sure we’ve all done it at some point or another and it might be hypocritical to say it, but I think the very manner of holding until it’s painful is extreme. Is it really worth it? When we were younger we all wet ourselves, it’s considered a natural part of human development and nobody bats an eyelid if a young person has an accident and whilst I understand the developmental reasons why this is the case, would it really be so bad to allow adults a similar leeway?” Her question wasn’t rhetorical but I only gave a half answer, I wanted to hear her opinions, untainted by my own. “I’ll put it this way; in any other facet of life it’s considered totally normal and practical to avoid pain and discomfort at just about any cost. Yet, when it comes to bodily functions, it’s the opposite. Society considers pain preferable to potential embarrassment. I’m not saying people should be running around peeing whenever the mood takes them, but rather society should be more tolerable when an accident does occur” She was speaking passionately, as if she really believed strongly in what she was saying. So, I asked how she came to this opinion. “The first time the thought occurred to me was 4 or 5 years ago, (she’s now 25) I was at summer cottage with a friend and their family and we were out on a long walk through the forest. We’d been walking for a while and I needed the toilet. I didn’t know their family well so I didn’t dare suggest going back so I could use the toilet, so I held on. I kept holding on for what felt like a long time, I was in pain. I still remember the panic I felt when my underwear suddenly turned warm, and then my legs, and ankles. I didn’t say anything or make a fuss I just silently had a wee. My first reaction was panic but then I started to think; that wasn’t so bad. My friends’ parents reaction was one of anger. They said I was shameful to be doing that at my age and that I had embarrassed them. I remember crying, but it wasn’t embarrassment, it was their anger that made me cry. I went home the next day and told mum what happened and her reaction was the total opposite, her reaction was like; well, you didn’t turn into dust did you? Do you think you’re the first young woman to have an accident? After this, I really started to think about the morals behind it” I’ll be honest, I was a little aroused listening to her recount this story and I really wanted to know more but it just didn’t seem appropriate, but I did gently probe the subject. I feigned ignorance at her story and just asked; so you wet yourself? “Yes, I’m not even entirely sure it was an accident” when she said this she laughed at the same time as if sharing an inside joke with herself but then went on, “I mean, it wasn’t a choice I made, but neither did I do much to stop it? I don’t know if that makes sense but I think I had unconsciously just given up” Then a thought occurred to me so I asked; why didn’t you pee in the trees somewhere, surely there’s plenty of privacy in a forest? “It wasn’t about privacy, it was about comfort. I didn’t want to pee in the bushes like an animal, I wanted a toilet but I didn’t have one. I never considered peeing in the bushes” I smiled at that. Partly because I admired her conviction, but also because I’m a pervert who wanted to hear more about it, so I said; “so you peed in your pants instead of a bush?” I asked sarcastically. “Yes” she said “and If faced with the same choice I would do it again” “Really?” I asked eagerly in genuine surprise. “Yes. What I learnt that day was that the pain is just not worth it. I was in agony and for what? My dignity? To avoid embarrassment? I didn’t feel any of that. I didn’t turn into dust, I haven’t turned into dust. The only outcome was that at first it made me warm, then it made me cold and then I had to wash some clothes. What’s so bad about that?” I knew she was serious but I could hardly believe it. If I hadn’t of known her so well I would have thought I was being trolled. “When you out it like that…” I said vaguely, as if I knew nothing about such things. “Seriously. The only bad part about it was her parents’ reaction. Without that it’s nothing to make a fuss about. Which proves my point. If society becomes more tolerable, it immediately removes the only bad part about such things” I felt the subject found trail off at this point but I was eager to avoid that outcome. I still wanted to know more, I wanted to dig deeper but I also didn’t want to sound weird. So, I decided to impress upon her academic instincts and challenged her theory. “Yeah…” I said distantly “but one example doesn’t prove a theory, does it? It’s very easy to categorise a single event as not that bad because by its very nature, a one off is just that, a one off event not to be repeated. It just seems too easy to say it’s not that bad. Particularly as time has probably clouded your judgement” Even as I posed my challenge, I was nervous of the response. My fiancée knows of my kink but I didn’t want it to become common knowledge, I really believed I was walking a thin line. Of course, I wasn’t actually in danger of outing this secret but it felt like it at the time. “Fair point” she said “but it’s not a one off event is it” As soon as I heard the words come from her mouth my heart started beating heavier. “It happens loads when we’re children” she said, and immediately my heart sank again. Then she chuckled. “I’m being facetious and hypocritical” she said, still chuckling “I have wet myself since then, it just seems weird to say it out loud” I really couldn’t believe me ears. When I started out down this path by bringing up the public urination, I never once thought it would go this far. I hoped to maybe hear a couple of stories about close calls, but I never would have hoped for an outright admission. However, as surprised as I was I was also aroused by what I was hearing and I didn’t really know how I should react. In the end, I didn’t really react at all, at least as far as I realised. In my mind my face was stone, but I don’t know what the reality was. Nonetheless, whatever by reaction actually was, it couldn’t have been that bad because she continued to talk. “I blame society for that too. It shouldn’t feel strange to say that I have and do wet myself” “So” I said blankly “it’s happened since?” I said trying my best to hide my interest. “Yes” she said “If I’m away from home I will hold until I start to feel uncomfortable and then, if I still have no access to a toilet, I’ll just have a wee wherever I am. That’s how I look at it really. I don’t really see it as wetting myself. I just see it as having a wee, and if I’m having a wee through my clothes, so be it, but I’m still just emptying my bladder” she said seriously. I was staggered by her honesty but I also couldn’t help but agree inwardly at what she was saying. It just sounded so reasonable. “People stare” she said “but I don’t think that’s terribly surprising. One time I was walking back home from the city. It was a Saturday afternoon and the streets were busy. I didn’t know the area well and I didn’t feel comfortable trying to stop in a random bar. So, I just had a wee in my underwear and jeans. That was one of the first times I had done that but it felt good and I didn’t turn into dust. Now it just feels normal. My roommates are used to it. They found it weird at first but now they understand. Really, it just heavy I do more washing than them” she said and then laughed. My penis was hard listening to her words. I hid it as best I found but I wanted to know more. “Does it happen often?” I asked. “Why?” She asked. “I’m just curious” I said as innocently as I could. “We’ve been talking about this for a while, you’ve asked a lot of questions” she said. “It’s an interesting topic” I said. “So, you find me having a wee interesting?” She asked with a hint of something I couldn’t quite identify. “We’ll… um… I don’t know” I stammered. “Do you want to know something interesting?” She asked. “Depends what it is” I said nervously. She said nothing at first, but just smiled. She looked me dead in the eye and held her gaze for several moments. She licked her lip gently and then ruffled her hair. Her eyes never left mine and it felt as though she could see straight through me. “I need a wee” she finally said. I felt like a deer in the headlights. “Well, the um toilet is there” I said meekly gesturing to the bathroom. “The toilet is pointless now” she said. “I don’t know what you mean?” I said honestly, I really didn’t know what was happening. “What’s the point of peeing in a toilet when I’ve already started in my underwear” she said. A moment later she stood up from the sofa. She looked tall stood above me but I knew she was actually much shorter than myself. Her body was lithe and petite and her dark sports style shorts seemed to hug her thighs. My head was at the height of her crotch and being so close, I could make out a faint wetness against her crotch. Then, without a word she dropped her shorts to her ankles. In my face was now her pissy pussy. She wore grey underwear which showed the evidence of her words beautifully. She had indeed already started to pee in her underwear. “A little bird tells me you like a girl with a weak bladder” she said. I stammered some useless noises in reply. “I’m a girl with a weak bladder!” She said in an inflated cute voice “and I realllly need a wee!” I had now realised what was happening but I still didn’t know how to deal with it appropriately. How does someone prepare for such a thing? “Don’t ignore me!” She demanded in a childish manner and then started to wee in her underwear again as if to grab my attention. A trickle of pee bounced off the laminate floor and made a small puddle by her feet. “I’m not ignoring you” I said trying to maintain my compose. “Touch me” she demanded. I didn’t move a muscle at her demand, so she did it for me. She took a firm grip of my right hand and pressed it firmly into her pissy crotch. It felt wonderfully warm. I pressed my fingers gently against her pussy and warm pee began to trickle through my fingers. All of my senses were tingling with delight. “Do you want to know something?” She asked. “Yes” I said somewhat breathlessly. “When I woke up this morning I was horny as hell” she said “I was horny because I woke up in a puddle of wee. I had emptied my bladder in my sleep and I knew nothing until I woke up and I was soaking wet and cold. But being cold is a turn off, so I peed a little more, just to warm myself up. Then, I fingered myself through my pissy underwear and I peed even more as I came. Would you like that? If you had have been there this morning?” “I’d have taken you there and then for being a naughty little girl” I said firmly. She bit her lip. “It’s not that naughty…” she said feigning innocence. “Is it not?” I asked suspiciously. “You’re too innocent for me” she said haughtily. “Try me” I replied. “Do you want to know what I did last week?” I said nothing but just nodded. “Last week I was at the beach with my roommates. I was wearing these shorts and an old pair of purple knickers. I’d already had a wee on the boat on the way to the beach so I was already pissy when I got to the beach. So, later on when I needed a wee again, I just stood and peed in my underwear again. Problem was, I didn’t only need to pee and my rule doesn’t just hold for pee. So, not being one for hypocrisy, I took a poop in my underwear too. How does that make you feel? Knowing that I pooped in my pants” “I don’t believe you” I said teasingly “you’re too much of a good girl for that” I suggested. She stared back at me, her big blue eyes seemed to shimmer. Her brow seemed to be damp with sweat and she was licking her lips regularly. My hand was still resting against her pissy crotch which was now beginning to cool as no more urine had left her body in the last few moments. “You doubt me?” She asked. “You’re too much of a good girl for that. A little bit of wee, sure, but poop? Nope” I said. “Fuck you” she said. A second later warm pee streamed through my fingers again. The urine steam sprayed off in several directions but it all ended up pooling on the floor by our feet. There was a stream running down the inside of bother her legs and a separate torrent seemed to be pouring from her rear end. She took a hold of my hands again and placed them both on her bum cheeks. She was still having a wee and the grey cotton of her rear end was growing darker with every passing second. Her bum was pert and shapely, her perfect shape made more defined by the soaked grey cotton which hugged her contours. Then it happened. A second later she moaned audibly and then true to her word, she took a shit in her underwear. The grey cotton sagged slightly as it struggled to hold the weight of the load she had dropped in there. She continued to moan breathlessly as she forced more and more poop into her beleaguered underwear. All the while she was still peeing and a huge puddle had formed on the floor. I was horny and without even realising it, I had begun to tug myself whilst staring at disbelief at her soiled bum. “Never say I’m a liar” she said. Then she turned around swiftly and saw me tugging myself. She rested her hand on my thigh and gestured for me to stop. “Don’t waste it” she said. Then, she started to lead me towards the bathroom. Her underwear was soaked, they sagged tremendously under the weight of poop she had dropped there and she smelled overwhelmingly of fresh urine and poop. “Look in there” she said gesturing to a wicket basket. I opened the basket and was hit by the unmistakable scent of stale urine. Under her instruction I started to rummage through the laundry and pull out ladies underwear as I found them. I later out 8 pairs of knickers on the floor in front of us. There was a variety, of briefs, boyshorts, hipsters and a thong. “Get closer” she instructed me. I grabbed a pair at random, a pair of purple briefs, and held them to my nose. The aroma of urine filled my nostrils. I looked at the gusset and obvious pee staining was visible. “You like?” She asked. I nodded, so she gestured for me to take more. I went though them all one by one. They were all heavily piss stained and the thong was caked in skid marks and stale urine. “Someone is a messy little girl” I said. “She is” she agreed “but they’re not mine. They’re my roommates” I looked up at her in astonishment. “I thought they were yours?” I said. “Nope. She hasn’t realised that I know. But I’ve known for a while” “How?” I asked in genuine curiosity. “Sometimes it’s as simple as a wet spot on her jeans, sometimes she smells of pee. It’s not difficult” she said evenly “point is though, how you feel now is how I feel when I see her with a pissy wet spot in her jeans. I want her like you want me and you’re going to help me get her” I stared at her blankly unable to fully understand exactly what was happening. I was beginning to think I was being played. “I’m proposing a threesome” she said sensing my confusion “I’m yours right now, but I want you both in the future” she said. I couldn’t resist. I would done anything to have her in that moment. The smell of her piss was enough to drive me crazy, but her soiled bum was the cherry on the cake. “Fine” I said. Then she smiled and then we had sex.

Are there any women here that are willing to make a (one time) audio recording of some spoken words and sentences, for me to enjoy? Thanks, I'd really appreciate it. If there is anything I can offer you in return, let me know.

This is a fiction about the anime "Mieruko-chan", English isn't my main language so please be compassionate. Attention for those who know the original work: probably except for some events the story will deviate particularly from the original one, just think of the fact that in this version Miko does not have a brother (Kyousuke) but a sister (Keiko), obviously I will try to keep the elements of wetting on the train and of the bed (which I will change into a futon for those interested), good reading. Chapter 1: "True Fear Stories". Contents: Allusions to bedwetting, pissing in the toilet. Main characters: Miko (Stoic future medium), Keiko (Miko's little sister). Note: Low content, you can skip it if you don't care about the storyline. "Eeeyahhh" A girl screamed with tears in her eyes after seeing a kind of ghost similar to the well-known Samara from the Ring novel series come out of the refrigerator. "Scary isn't it?" Said a mustachioed man in traditional clothing. "Oh, a lot!" A girl dressed in pink pajamas next to her answered. "And these things are 100% real, dear viewers, after all the show is called True Scary Stories!" The man said looking into the camera and then continued: "Tell me, what would you do if you were the one who found yourself in that situation?" addressing the girl beside her. "Hmm what a difficult question ... I think I would probably ignore it hoping not to wet myself!" The girl replied, looking up at the camera after reflecting on it with her head down. “Oh ho, a very common answer! well now the next clip, it looks like the next one is going to be so scary that even the cameraman is passed out, so try not to make spots or spoil appear wherever you are sitting! -sschwump- “Miko! Have you clogged the shower drain with your hair again? " Said a girl in a T-shirt and shorts in her early teens after she left the washroom door with the towel still on her head while she rubbed her brown hair. "Huh? I don't think so, however, there is that show you wanted so much to watch on TV, True Scary Stories. ”A yellow-eyed, black-haired teen girl with bizarre purple tips replied, she was wearing teal pajamas thin enough to reveal. the contours of undergarments. "Ah, I wanted to see it," Said the younger girl slinging on the sofa and then adding: "Who are you chatting with?". "I'm chatting with Hana," Miko replied. "Huff! Big sister, you drank both cans of cola ... is it late, are you sure you'll be able to fall asleep? And one of them was mine anyway!" The younger sister said with a tone between angry and playful. "Oh ... sorry, I was lost in thought, do you want me to go to the vending machines on the corner?" The older girl apologized. "No, it doesn't matter, I wasn't thirsty anyway, I was saying it for you, anyway ... very hydrated and with the thought of the ghost program ... you don't want to wet the sheets while you sleep?" Said the younger sister in a more playful tone. “Eeeeh, thanks for the concern Keiko but no need to worry, rather how is YOUR bed-wetting problem? Ah sorry sorry Keiko I was lost in thought ”Miko with an amused tone replied to her teasing with another and then apologized immediately knowing that it was bothering her. “I haven't wet the bed in years! You should know ... "Keiko said after blushing strongly, Her problem was unknown to anyone outside her family but she had stopped wetting the bed only two years before except for some occasional event, which bothered her because she liked being considered great especially by her big sister who always seemed to her so mature and stoic, she had certainly never seen her have an accident. Half an hour after the sisters started watching the broadcast. -Click- The front door opened after being unlocked and a woman very similar to Miko, only older, walked in with an envelope in her hand. "Mom! You scared me!" Keiko said after hugging her older sister. "Moment of tension ruined," Miko thought and then greeted his mother: "Welcome back mom, How was your day at work? "All right except my colleague who kept calling me for every nonsense, he's new but if she keeps calling me Touko from here and Touko dillà I'll think she has a crush on me hahaha ... sorry, you girls instead? Did you eat?" Touko asked hoping not to have bored his daughters. "All right mum, I've finished the essay for sociology!" Keiko replied boasting. "And you Miko?" Touko asked smiling. "Everything ok ... Yawn ..." Miko replies to be interrupted by her own yawn and then said: "ah I'm tired I'm going to sleep because tomorrow I'm going to wake up early and see me with Hana a little before school" And then she got up from the sofa. "Remember to brush your teeth and go to the bathroom, after all, that cola!" The younger sister almost shouted. "Ahaha, Miko looks like you have a new big sister!" The mother said smiling at Keiko and then added "Goodnight darling see you tomorrow!" This time addressing the older sister. -Psssssssssssssss- "Ahhh" Miko sighed after emptying her bladder, as she went she wondered if she ever wets the bed for not going to the bathroom before sleeping, but she stopped thinking about it immediately after drying and pulling up her white panties and pants. pajamas. "Ah, Keiko must have leaned against the mirror ... strange it's very high up, did she do it on purpose?" Miko thought as she erased fingerprints on the bathroom mirror she had distractedly noticed after getting up from the toilet. Weekly Wetting / Messing Incident Statistics: Miko (0/0) Keiko (? /?) Touko (? /?) Supernatural Powers: Miko (?) End of Chapter 1

Hi all, I'm feeling nasty and not really in the mood for pee vids, I'm think something more stinky! I am looking for some poop desperation pants/pantypoop videos! I want lots of fartings and desperation! if you find any please post the links in the replies! Also women only, preferably hot and thicc! Thank you all for contributing to weird fucks gross erection!

I'm looking for a full version of the very first clip shown in the link below: https://thisvid.com/videos/large-compilation-of-one-the-best-pantyvpoop-girls/ Any leads? I'm so bummed she deleted here Scatshop channel. She was one of my favorites 😞

The Twelve Fanatics – Founding Day Hello everyone! With permission from Hikewe, I've decided to write a little story based in his The Twelve Fanatics universe. This game has been a particularly effective time sink for me, possibly the best since the likes of Wetters Taiken or Mojique. Ever since playing, I've felt compelled to contribute, and I decided to write this short fic as a tribute for a game that I hope to continue to be developed. Now, unlike the current mechanics of The Twelve Fanatics universe, I issue a fair warning that this story will include pee and poop desperation, and even some messing. I decided on this mainly because I really loved the idea, and from a debate in the comments thread for the game as to whether it should be included as a gameplay element. However, it is certainly not my intention to sway anyone's opinion on that, especially Hikewne's. I just like the idea of desperate anime girls and clenched butt cheeks. So without further ado, on with the story! -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter I: The Trek to Arcadia Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Needing 2 Lily Bladder – Needing Bowels – Needing 2 Hecate Bladder – Desperate Bowels – Desperate Aria Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Empty “C'mon Sol, just gimmie thirty seconds behind that bush over there, I'll be done before anyone knows!” The sun was just starting to set on the horizon on the evening of December 17th, 1964, a warm day for such a month, as Solveig Tveit, Liliana Seuhans-Gagliardi, Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, and Aria were traveling back to the capital city of Arcadia after finishing up on an assignment. The day was particularly special for the region's history, for it would mark the founding of the city exactly 500 years ago, the city celebrating each Founding Day with a massive festival with food, drink, dancing, and song. With the city being the nearest stop from where they completed their assignment, they had all decided to visit and join in on the festivities, Solveig still remembering the first and only Founding Day she attended years ago at the Capital, the bright lights and fireworks burned into her memory. Though the city was just a couple brief miles north, they would be far more brief if it weren't for- “Seriously, this coffee is going right through me, I already have to piss like a racehorse!” “Look, we both agreed that wouldn't be fair to Hecate and Lily. I have to pee too, but Hecate and Lily aren't going to do it unless they're bursting, and we don't want to rub it in their faces. Unless you're literally about to have an accident, I think we can wait a few miles.” “I am about to have an accident!” “...no you're not.” “Hmph...so I gotta nurse a pita fruit under my waistband cause they're too pee shy? Great.” Solveig would have chastised Aria for her callousness, but she had her own issues to deal with. Solveig was only telling a partial truth to Aria, she didn't have to pee at all, and in fact she had emptied her bladder earlier this morning while Lily, Hecate and Aria slept. No, her desperation was an entirely different animal as she gently pressed a hand to her tummy, which rumbled back at her: she had to poo, urgently. Maybe it was the nervousness of the mission they had just accomplished, breaking up that guild of thieves terrorizing both the Northern and Southern castle towns. Maybe it was the rations that they had been eating. But Solveig hadn't emptied her bowels in a good three days or so, and only today were they reminding her of their fullness. And this, rather than simply her concern for Hecate and Lily's desperation, drove her willingness to finish her business in a restroom, rather than outdoors. She had done such things during training, but never in front of her new comrades and friends, and she didn't want to be the first girl in this party to cross that threshold. Or at least, she wasn't desperate enough to do so. As she continued to massage her protesting lower tummy, Solveig looked up at Hecate and Lily, who were about 40 yards ahead. Though she couldn't be sure, she had a hunch she wasn't the only one telling a fib about only needing to pee. Solveig's hunch was, in fact, correct. Though her bladder was slowly becoming a more pressing issue, Lily's bowels were what worried her, constantly making their fullness known. She let out a soft gasp as she felt them clench, wishing that by some sort of divine miracle a restroom would drop out of the sky right in front of them all, but choosing a prayer more realistic, Lily chose instead to relax a bit, hoping that there was still some gas she could let out. As she did, Lily sighed as a silent toot issued between her cheeks, giving her guts a brief reprieve. But she knew it wouldn't last forever. “H-how are you holding up, Hecate?” “Oh I'm just grand, I'm absolutely bloody peachy, Liliana!” Hecate snapped angrily. Lily shrunk back a few steps in surprise and even a bit of fear, before looking away without a response, not wanting to irritate her any further. But after ten or so seconds of awkward silence: “...I'm sorry Lily, I didn't mean to snap, it's just that...by the Gods I need a toilet...” Hecate's cheeks burned as she said this. Even now, with all the time she had spent with Sol, Aria, and Lily, she always felt a flash of embarrassment when she admitted such needs. And she wasn't even getting started at the dark secret of the extent of her needs. Underneath her long, black dress, her bladder bulged against the waistband of her panties, filled nearly to capacity as she snuck a grab to the front of her dress, trying to give her muscles any assistance she could to the rapidly climbing pressure. Meanwhile, her bowels were clenching and kneading almost rhythmically now, loaded down with what days ago were field rations. Deep in the crevice of her pale bottom, her pink pucker twitched and winked as she fought to contain herself, even as her insides continued to coax her with promises of sweet, wonderful relief if she'd just raise the portcullis on her back gate and just let it all out. Though as she clenched up and issued her body yet another denial, her tummy reacted with an angry gurgle, the weight of her rectum's contents dropping down on her clenched anus like a massive battering ram, jarring a squeak out of her and forcing her to stop. “Hecate, are you alri-” FlrrrRRPT A blessing and a curse, on one hand the explosion that rang out of Hecate's rear gave her immediate, yet fleeting relief, and did not foul her panties or leave them feeling heavier. Nor did her bladder, jarred by the surprise of her release, decide to leak any of her waters. However, if Solveig or Aria hadn't heard her, than Lily certainly had. Beet red, Hecate turned to Lily, who had stopped beside her, feeling her own face go pink in vicarious embarrassment as she realized that Hecate, Princess of Kardia, had just farted in her presence. And quite noisily at that. “F-f-forgive me Lily! I-I didn't mean, it's j-just that-!” “You...you too?” Hecate cut her apology short when she heard Lily's much less...involuntary confession. “I...I know I said earlier that I just needed to pee, but I need to do...that...even worse-” This admission by Lily cut through the overwhelming embarrassment Hecate was assaulted with, and rather than feeling like curling up into a ball and disappearing off the face of Gaia, Hecate felt a genuine gratefulness to the archer. +10 Bonus Bonding points were gained by Hecate and Lily “Please Lily, I beg of you, don't let the others know, I-I can't bear anyone else-” “Don't worry, I'm embarrassed too, I won't tell anyone.” Though her spirits were lifted, Hecate couldn't deny it now, at least to herself, she was desperate at both ends. At this point, she might have asked the others to stop so she could find a spot to pee, but she couldn't bear the thought of all of them knowing that a Princess of Kardia needed to make what felt like a dragon-sized pile of leavings behind her where she would squat. Their proximity to the Capital only strengthened her resolve to simply grin and bear it. As they paused and redoubled their “defenses”, waiting for Solveig and Aria to catch up, Lily pondered asking her again, as she did earlier, if she would like to find a spot off the side of the road where she could relieve herself. Perhaps a part of her felt like if Hecate agreed, she would find it easier to do the same herself. However, knowing Hecate's refusal to take such measures in all but the most drastic circumstances, and knowing she'd be all the more adamant considering this was the brand of desperation she suffered from, Lily decided against bringing up this suggestion again. Instead, she offered her reassurances to Hecate. “Don't worry Hecate, Arcadia isn't too far, we'll make it-” Though it wasn't the first time Lily said this today, for the first time, she wasn't too sure she believed her own words... --------------------------------------------- Chapter II : At the Gate Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Desperate Lily Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Needing 2 Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Desperate Aria Bladder – Desperate Bowels – Empty One hour later... “Finally!” Aria and Solveig groaned in unison as they approached the gates of Arcadia. The sun had just finished setting, leaving a beautiful orange glow over the mountainside as the moon was growing more visible overhead. However, the scenery was the last thing on each girl's mind as they each fought their own individual battles. In the time it took them to reach Arcadia's gates, Solveig had grown quite desperate, her anus constantly winking back her load as she struggled against the tremendous weight bearing down on her ring, clenching her buns with each contraction of her bowels, coming one after another, and each stronger than the last. She was just glad that soon, a nice seat on a porcelain throne would be her reward. On the other end of the spectrum was Aria. She had long since crossed the threshold of where she would have ventured off into the brush to pop a squat, but only Solveig's insistence had kept her from going off and relieving herself unilaterally. As she squirmed, pretzeling her legs, she let out a low grumble of frustration at her predicament. Meanwhile, Lily's bladder had caught up with her need to poop, and even though her less animated nature hinted that her urgency was, overall, less than her friends, she still was relieved that they'd be reaching a restroom soon. By any visible measure, Hecate both looked, and was, the worst off of the four. Hunched over slightly, a hand between her legs and another over her constantly clenching bottom, she waddled precariously. Several times already, her load had attempted to force itself into her panties, her muscles weakening and her anus beginning to dilate very much against her will. Her iron resolve as Kardian royalty and her desire not to shame herself and her bloodline was the only reason she found the strength to force her backdoor shut. However, with each urgent contraction in her lower tummy that forced her to focus all of her concentration on not soiling her panties, her bladder would take the opportunity to force a dribble or leak out. Hecate shifted her thighs together, the gusset of her panties clinging wetly to her quivering lips as she felt a rivulet run down her inner legs. If she had simply had to pee, she would have run for the nearest tree or bush right now. But Gods...imagine if Sol, Aria, or Lily had decided to join her, and they saw her making her dung on the grass, it was unthinkable... As cold sweat beaded at her forehead, and another rivulet of her urine ran down her thigh, she was thankful for this long dress... As they approached the gates, deeper inside the castle walls, they saw fireworks shooting into the air, and hear music even through the thick walls and massive timber gates. “Looks like the celebration is already s-starting.” Lily said, her voice betraying her growing need. “Do you think the park restrooms will be packed?” Solveig felt her stomach drop, and not just from the weight in her bowels. Founding Day was one of the biggest festivities of the year for Arcadia, and the last thing she needed to deal with now was a queue at the closest restroom the could reach. “I hope so, b-but it should be fine! How bad could it possibly be?” Solveig truly hoped that her optimism was founded, as she approached the gate guards, flashing her badge. “Solveig, Kriemhild special task force, r-requesting permission to enter the Capital. And please hurry.” “Ah, you ladies looking to get in on the festivities too? You're in luck, thing are just ramping up in there! Just be sure to let the guys at the barracks know it's their turn to relieve us now.” Solveig shuddered and clenched her ass as the word “relieve”. She would have rather listened to any other word at the moment... As the gates slowly swung upon, the four girls were greeted by an absolute spectacle. It seemed every single person in Arcadia was out on the street. Concession stands were up and selling cakes and sweets, citizens were costumed and dancing merrily to the music that seemed to be pouring from the center of town, and every other person was drinking, laughing, and in good spirits. Even her memory of her last Founding Day didn't live up to the expectation of how massive this festival was. Pushing through the crowds, Solveig's initial hopes for easy relief grew dimmer and dimmer, but were utterly crushed, along with the rest of the girls, when they finally reached the edge of the park, the restrooms within sight. A massive queue seemed to pour out of the ladies room, and unlike the Gents, the queue seemed to stay stagnant as they approached. “How bad can it possibly be?” Aria hissed mockingly, before suddenly storming off. “Fuck this, I'm about to piss myself, I'll find somewhere else to go.” “Aria, wait!” Solveig called, but Aria soon disappeared into the crowd Aria has left the party. As Solveig turned back towards the others, Lily was still at her side, but Hecate was already halfway to the restroom queue, her awkward waddle betraying how badly she needed the toilet at the end of the line. “S-Sol, what do we do?” Lily asked worriedly as she squirmed on the spot, Solveig looking in the direction where Aria ran off to, and towards Hecate. “Aria should be fine, we should join Hecate. The Embassy restrooms will probably be even worse than this, the park restroom is our best chan-AH!” Solveig was cut off as the load she was holding descended, her pucker doming out as she fought off each wave of urgent, painful contractions. As she did though, her bowels nevertheless forced out a series of low, audible toots from her bottom as every last ounce of room in her rectum was forcibly appropriated for its more solid contents. As her face burned, she was about to offer an explanation to Lily, when she felt her hand taken by her and led to the restroom queue. “You're not the only one-” Lily stammered. “Lets just hurry!” Ten minutes have passed. As the trio waited in line, it indeed appeared that the queue was going nowhere fast, and they seemed to not be the only ones there who were desperate. In fact, when the line did inch forward, it wasn't because people were exiting the restroom. No, in fact the line only seemed to shorten when people simply left the line, without ever setting foot inside. Some did so out of frustration, grumbling about the state of Arcadia's public restrooms, but as Solveig watched, some left for much more dramatic reasons... ...like a young woman letting out a squeal of distress as she buried her hands under her skirt and ran off, her legs shimmering with her waters in the light of the moon, the fireworks, and the park's lamps... ...or a curvaceous mother in a skintight, body-hugging harlequin costume who was squirming frantically in line suddenly hunching over. Her hands on her plump belly, the seat of her brightly colored and patterned tights starting to tent out, before she too stepped out of line and beckoning her husband and two young children over. Solveig caught part of their under-breathed conversation as she waddled past, trying to act casually, but the children unable to help but giggle at their mother's curious and, in their eyes, humorous predicament: “Oh Gods, Halli I-I-I can't wait for this restroom, I'm s-starting to go in my panties-!” she whispered panickedly to her husband. “Ssh, just hang on and try and hold the rest Kara! The house isn't too far away, just act naturally! We'll be there soon!” “But I can't make it that f-far! N-nnh!” Solveig watched as the woman paused briefly, hunching over again, the tent in the rear of her tights suddenly ballooning and crackling out to a much larger bulge, her husband going wide-eyed and her children giggling harder. Clearly embarrassed, she waddled quickly towards the cobblestone roads with her husband and children in tow, the heavy bulge swaying between her shapely butt cheeks continuing to grow before they were out of sight. If she didn't want to end up like that woman, she had to do something. Taking a deep breath, fishing out her badge, and clenching up her bottom as tightly as she could, she turned to Lily. “Stay here with Hecate. I'm going to see what the holdup at the front of the line is.” “O-okay, just please, whatever you're going to do up there, just hurry!” Hecate just nodded, gritting her teeth as the urgency to empty her bladder and bowels came in incessant waves. This was it, if something wasn't done soon, her panties were going to be soaked and filled. One minute has passed As Solveig reached the front of the line, she flashed her badge again. “Alright, w-what seems to be the problem here, his line isn't moving at all!” Several women immediately, and pleadingly responded. “Two of the toilets are broken!” “The third one is being hogged!” “There's only one toilet for all of us!” After first calming down the women squirming for their turn, she turned towards the stalls. She would have given anything to just rush ahead and take one for herself, even the broken ones, but for now she could only control the situation and speed up the queue. Trying to use her authority to cut in line at this point could start a damned riot. Solveig stepped stiffly towards the stall containing the “toilet hog” and rapped sharply on the door. As rude as it was, Solveig had run out of patience. “J-just a minute! I'm a bit constipated!” a woman from inside called. “Listen here, there are dozens of women out here waiting patiently for their turn, many of them having accidents while waiting! By the authority of Kriemhild's security services, either you leave that restroom in sixty seconds, or I will personally kick that door down and drag you out!” Solveig regretted being so harsh, but her rant was greeted by cheers and whistles from the queued women inside the restroom. When the very embarrassed woman left the restroom, the queue's pace quickly doubled, but Solveig, wanting to minimize any more accidents, began working her way down the line, triaging the women she saw as she slowly made her way back towards Hecate and Lily. If she saw someone looking desperate, she'd move them further up the line, and if she saw someone starting to lose control, she'd whisk them to the very front. Meanwhile, Lily and Hecate watched as, for the first time, the queue began to move in earnest. Lily's heart leapt with hope, in the time they were in line her need to poo had increased dramatically, and she constantly had to squeeze and flex her bottom to keep her load inside. “H-Hecate! We're moving! We''ll be at the front in no time....Hecate?” Hecate did not respond, instead quivering where she stood as she brought both hands back to her butt cheeks, trying to squeeze them shut. Yet despite this, the powerful wave of pressure knotting her bowels was only weakening her grip, and horror of horrors, she felt her anus begin to fully dilate. Her face grew hot, sweat running down her brow as her load began to push past her defenseless cheeks. “Hecate, just a bit longer, the line is moving!” “Nnnn....nnngh...!” Instead of a sharp pain, or a dull, powerful contraction that would subside if she clenched hard enough, the urge that built up inside Hecate was one that built up to a tall plateau that didn't seem to taper off, an insurmountable wave that no longer accepted excuses or denials. No, it would keep building until it got a compromise. Despite Hecate's best efforts, it was simply too much for her as a foul spear poked out from exhausted, overworked anus. Groaning as she tried to fight it back, it only widened her further, stretching the Kardian Princess to her limit, before making landfall in the seat of her panties. Even then, her body continued to push rhythmically and involuntarily, inch by inch, feeling her underwear sag with the weight, before finally heaving the remainder of the log into them. Then, and only then did the urge finally grant her some mercy. Hecate stood there, panting, feeling the hot, hard pillar nestled against her rear. In the back of her mind, she knew, she felt, that there was much more inside her that needed out. But that was overshadowed by the mortifying realization: She, Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, had pooped in her panties. Lily watched the whole thing. Though her black dress offered a great deal of concealment, from behind, Lily could see Hecate's dress bulge out slightly from the rear. “Hang on Hecate! I'll get Sol!” Lily darted towards the front of the line. Solveig was midway between the restroom and where she figured Lily and Hecate would be, whisking another grateful girl to the front of the line when she noticed that she was starting to wet her pants, when she saw Lily running towards her. “Sol! You gotta come quick, it's Hecate, she's-” Lily saw some of the other queued women looking in her direction, and she lowered her voice appropriately. “Sol, she's starting to have an accident!” “Oh no...” Lily and Solveig made their way back to Hecate, who was right where she was previously, but at this point on her last legs. Her face was a brilliant shade of magenta, and the combination of her embarrassment and the fullness of her bladder was causing her to leak in panicked little spurts into her underwear. Trying her best to balance holding in her water and her dung, and losing both battles. “C'mon Hecate, I'll take you to the front of the line, I ca-n-nnnngh!” Solveig's desperate need to poo, though temporarily preoccupied as she took control of the situation with the queue, suddenly made their presence known with a vengeance. The urge came on suddenly and strongly, catching her completely off guard. “S-Sol!” Lily gasped as she watched Solveig double over slightly, putting her hands on her lower tummy, a rumble coming from it loudly enough for all three girls to hear. In training, Solveig had heard all manner of vulgarisms from her fellow trainees. One in particular that she learned, when a trainee was caught short and needed to unburden their bowels, very accurately described the state that Solveig was in at the moment. Solveig was touching cotton. Badly. ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter III: Salvation Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Leaking Lily Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Desperate Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Leaking Solveig remained rooted to the spot, her log halfway inside her, and the other half wedged between her cheeks and pressing against her panties. She dared not move. She dared not breathe. Gods, how did she get herself into this predicament...she could have just browbeaten Hecate and Lily to go in the bushes outside town earlier. Sure, she might have hurt their feelings, but at least they wouldn't be stranded in a glacially-moving queue, slowly soiling themselves as they fought the inevitable. Her mind raced, could she go to the front of the line now, and flash her badge to get herself a spot in the queue? No, the ladies she got to the front of the line would riot if she used her authority in such a way. She thought grimly that maybe she could get Lily and Hecate to the front, nobody knew they were members of the security forces as well. Meanwhile she would stay in line and...tried to prolong what at this point was most likely assured... They could all look for somewhere to go like Aria did, but with this crowd? There wasn't an alley or corner that didn't have another Arcadian citizen two feet away. As her log continued to push her panties away from her butt, Lily stood by helplessly, getting a feeling that at this rate, she would be next. However, when all seemed lost... “Hecate! Lily! Sol!” Aria came sprinting towards them across the grass, panting softly as she stopped, shifting and crossing her legs. “Come with me! I've found a place where the four of us can go!” “W-what do you mea-ahhnnn-!” another wave of urgent clenching took Solveig's breath away as she fought to stay in control. Aria saw the state of all the girls, but homed in on Hecate. Judging by her appearance, she didn't have to take too many guesses to know what was happening under her dress. “Hecate, I know somewhere you can go, but you have to trust me.” “B-b-buh-” Hecate was on the verge of tears now, her bowels deciding that a taste of relief was not enough, as her pucker began to widen again. Hecate looked up at Aria. She always knew her as headstrong, crass, and even downright insensitive, but she saw a look of earnestness and concern in the Observers' eyes, something that she rarely saw. Without much alternative, Hecate nodded, unable to say much else, as Aria took her hand and slowly escorted her out of the line. Aria has rejoined the party! Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Empty “Lily, can you take Sol?” “S-sure!” Lily responded, taking Solveig's hand. “Can you walk?” “If I do...I...I might-” Solveig stammered. “Well you will anyway if you wait here, so come on!” Lily responded, with a rare hint of command in her voice. Despite it all, Solveig felt a glimmer of hope at whatever Aria had planned, and biting the bullet, willed herself to move. Inevitably though, her bowels protested as she walked, a twitch of her pucker causing the log to break off and settle in the seat of her panties. She felt the weight dragging them down while she walked, as she struggled not to poo them any more. Reaching a hand behind her skirt and lifting it a bit, she grabbed the waistband of her underwear, hoping she could make it to wherever Aria was taking them without her panties ending up around her ankles. The crowds thinned out as they reached a lightly forested area in the park close by, where despite the crowds of people meandering not too far away, at least no one could see them. But when they turned the corner around a thick patch of some bushes and trees... Several other women were dropped down and squatting down, relieving themselves. This didn't seem to faze Aria, as she brought them closer. “Apparently a few people back at that queue decided this was a better spot, and honestly I gotta agree. Now c'mon, pop a squat before some creepers walk up on us!” Solveig, despite the prohibition on public urination or defecation inside the walls of Arcadia, was no longer in any position to argue. Nor could she judge any of the strangers before her, none of them looking like drunken revelers, rather just desperate women who'd needs become too great to wait anymore. She could hardly cite them, since in a moment she was going to join them... Walking stiffly towards a tree, where another woman was squatting, she hiked her skirt up, fumbling with the waistband of her panties before yanking them down, and dropping into a quick squat at last. “Ahhhnnnngods....!” An almost erotic groan of relief exited Solveig's lips as the remainder of her first log slid out to the grassy ground below, joining the other half that had rolled out of her panties as she squatted down, and she was soon joined by Lily, who after overcoming her initial hesitation, squatted down and herself let out a sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and bowels next to Solveig. Solveig's leavings were soon joined by a second log, and she was halfway through pushing out a third when a voice next to her spoke up. “Oh dear, you too?” Solveig looked to her right and saw the squatting stranger nearby. It was the curvy harlequin mom from the queue earlier....Kara, she believe her name was, in the middle of finishing a poo that, from what Solveig could see, ended up mostly in her panties and tights before she could get them down. She was panting softly from either relief or exertion. And her face was pink and dewy, from either exertion, or more likely, the current state of her bottomwear. “Hnnh....d-don't be embarrassed sweetie, I started f-hnnkhh-filling my panties in that dreadful queue too, I couldn't even make it home! If it weren't' for this, I'd be in an even worse ssshnn-state than I am now-” “H-hah-t-thank you...” Solveig replied breathlessly. She didn't know what else to say, too lost in her relief, and pushing out the remainder of her poo, to contemplate much else. When she looked down, she noticed that, thankfully, her panties were still quite clean. A small skidmark here and there, but this would be bearable for now, and was certainly much better than Kara would have to deal with... “Are you here for the festival too? If you'd like, you can freshen up at my house. It's probably less crowded than the inns in town right now.” Solveig thought for a moment, she did like this idea. “...y-you know...sure, I...I can take you up on that! What do you think Lily?” “Mmmhhh...” Lily, on her left, was lost in her own relief, a significant pile behind her ass as a hissing stream issued between her thighs to the grass below. “Just...give her a moment.” Meanwhile, on the other side of the patch of bushes, Aria and Hecate were facing one another. Hecate's hands were planted firmly on the sides of her bottom, squeezing for dear life. If she let go, she was certain that the contents of her bowels would come spilling forth with hopeless abandon. “Alright, just lift up your dress and-” “A-Aria-!” “Seriously?! Look Hecate! I am literally b-bursting at the seams right now, and I still came back to you when I found this place! If you give me that r-royal froofy 'I'm too good for this' nonsense, I am seriously gonna-!” “A-Aria! H-help me lift up my d-d-dress! N-now! I-I-I can't-” Aria blinked for a few seconds as she processed the request. “...oh! Yeah sure!” Kneeling down, Aria began to lift Hecate's dress up to thigh level, her eyes widening when she saw the true extent of her desperation as rivulets of her waters raced down her thighs. The sight of this only made her own bladder contract sympathetically, and though she'd only lost a few leaks before now, the sight of Hecate starting to lose control like this was causing her to squirt in her pants. Despite this, she steeled herself to follow through. “O-okay, when I pull up your dress, you yank your panties down and s-s-squat. Ready?” Hecate nodded frantically, her whole body ready to give in to her urges with relief at hand. She was so close, but her bladder's frantic spurts began to merge into one long hiss, and another log began to push its way between her cheeks, threatening to overload her panties- “....NOW!” Aria yanked up Hecate's dress the remainder of the way, Hecate letting go of her bottom and grabbing her panties, yanking them down while quickly dropping into a squat. Nothing. No fine wine, no fine food, no fine men...no mortal pleasure on Gaia could match what Hecate felt at that moment, squatting down just as the floodgates opened and the avalanche began. A dull thud could be felt through the ground as the first log she lost in the queue hit the grass below, another log spilling forth atop it, followed almost immediately by a powerful, angry hiss of her water gushing between her legs. Aria, meanwhile, losing control of her own bladder, frantically undid her pants and dropped into a squat next to her, letting out a groaning sigh of relief as she did, her stream exceeding even Hecates. “AH-ah-ahhhnn....” Hecate moaned as her wastes continued to pour forth, no longer caring who saw, who judged, the relief taking her in blissful ecstacy. But, after what seemed line an eternity, the two finally finished, panting side by side as they remained squatted. Before them, their urine had flooded the grass with a shimmer that looked as though a heavy rain had passed recently. Behind Hecate, there was a pile that, as she saw her leavings and laughed at the absurdness, perhaps could have been mistaken for a dragon's! “Hahhhn...you...you came back for for us? E-even though y-you-” Hecate avoided the rudeness of gesturing or pointing, but she was referring to the sodden state of Aria's panties, not to mention the significant wet patch between the legs of her pants. She had not lied, she did go back for the others before tending to her own needs, even at the expense of her clothes. “H-heh, l-lets just say I got a conscience when I saw you guys from here~” Hecate took Aria's hand as the fireworks of the Founding Day celebration exploded skyward, cheers ripping through the crowds in the street. Though the Observer got on her nerves to no end...at the moment the Kardian Princess could think of no better person to trust at her side as she did something as private as what she had done. “T-thank you Aria...” +75 bonus Bonding Points were gained...