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  1. Sammy had made plenty of terrible decisions that day. The first was probably deciding to wear her incredibly revealing maid outfit to please her boyfriend, Jake. She had coupled that with a pair of thick and fully covering, but insanely cute and sexy laced black panties. Second bad decision was eating such a fibrous breakfast. Sammy was a very healthy girl, but she didn’t eat much fiber. Mainly because it demolished her bowels. The third mistake was drinking and eating so much for lunch. The two of them had driven into the downtown area in Jake’s amazing Crown Vic to eat at a local burger place. It was delicious, and quite filling. And then, they decided to go exploring the abandoned west district of their city. The broken asphalt road crunched as they drove over it, Jake’s Crown Vic bumping up and down like a low rider from all the potholes. “Maybe we’ll see a ghost! Or a demon!,” Jake spoke excitedly. Sammy giggled. “Well, I can certainly show you something that’ll blow your mind right now…”. Sammy gently and slowly lifted up the already very short skirt of her maid outfit to subtly flash Jake. He gulped, his face growing red. “Let’s wait until we’re out of the car. I don’t wanna start acting up in here, or we might crash”. Sammy laughed. They continued driving down the broken roads, seeing abandoned and crumbling buildings pass them by on either side. But eventually, the road became too treacherous to continue driving on. ”This place is so cool!”. Jake excitedly hopped out of the car, turning in a circle to see all the abandoned buildings. They were mainly homes, but off in the distance, Sammy could see what looked like a school. She pointed. “Let’s go check that one out!”. She and Jake jogged over to the building. Sammy didn’t notice it, but as her body sped up, her stomach gave a very strong shift downwards. Something was coming. And it wasn’t going to be a small job. They both made it to the abandoned school. The school itself was old, mainly made from brick with an iron gate and fence in the front. Sammy immediately started climbing the fence. As she did, Jake caught a very good look up her skirt. Sammy giggled, shifting one leg upwards so Jake could see even more. He looked away, blushing like crazy and rubbing the back of his neck. “You sure you’re okay with that?…”. Sammy grinned. “If I wasn’t okay with it, I would’ve told you to look away. Come on! Savor it…”. Jake slowly looked back up. He would have taken a few minutes to look, and maybe to feel, but their moment was interrupted by Sammy. She felt an intense pressure in her gut and pushed, letting out an absolutely gargantuan fart. “Wow! Sorry…”. Jake grimaced. “Yeah, I think I’ve had a good enough look…and smell, now”. He hopped onto the fence next to Sammy, and they both climbed over, dropping with a puff of dust into the school’s front entrance. The doors were just ahead of them. Jake ran ahead and tried the handles. Both of the doors were unlocked. ”Where the hell are we now? How is this school so big?”. After they had climbed the fence, Sammy and Jake had walked around the school, checking out the cafeteria and the classrooms and the gym. Luckily for them, the windows were open, letting in just enough light to see by. The roof of the gym had actually caved in with time, making a really cool, almost dystopian scene. But then they had found a side door that seemed like it would lead to just another classroom. Instead, the door had opened into what felt like another entire school. And after walking around for only 5 minutes, they were utterly lost. “I have no idea…I just hope we don’t have to break a window to get out,” Jake responded. Sammy nodded. Then, a wave of intense pressure coursed through Sammy. She winced, putting a hand to her stomach as it growled fiercely. “You good?,” Jake asked, his face a mask of concern. “Yeah…I just gotta crap really bad…”. Sammy stood, feeling the pressure relax. “Sammy?,” Jake asked. “Yeah?” “Isn’t it weird that we haven’t found a single bathroom in this entire school yet?”. Sammy felt her heart drop a bit. But it wasn’t that bad. There HAD to be some bathroom somewhere, there just had to be! She could hold on for a little longer… Sammy felt like she was going to explode. Every step forwards sent a wave of intense need up her body. Her whole being cried out for release, for anything. But even after searching every single door they had come across, they hadn’t found a single bathroom. “Jake…I think…I think I’m reaching my limit…,” Sammy said in a voice barely holding back tears. Without saying another word, Jake lifted her up as gently as he could. Sammy yelped a bit as he did, feeling her gut spike in protest. Jake carried Sammy into one of the classrooms nearby. ”Oh god…I have to poop on THAT?”. Sammy stood, clutching her stomach as she looked at the training potty Jake held in his hands. The room they had entered seemed to be a daycare of some sort. He had originally planned for Sammy to just squat in the corner, but they had gotten lucky and found one of the training potties. It was dusty and old, but it was clean. Still, Sammy didn’t like the idea. “No way…” ”Sammy, it’s either this or the floor…”. Sammy gritted her teeth in anger. She hated both ideas. But one was the lesser evil. Without saying anything else, Sammy set the training potty down on the floor near the corner of the room. “You look and I take your eyes! This is embarrassing enough as it is…”. Jake turned away, nodding. Sammy slowly pulled down her panties, feeling herself become bright red from shame. She sat down, wincing in disgust as the cold, dusty plastic touched her naked butt. Her stomach gave a long growl of protest. But now that she was sitting down and ready, her body refused to let go. ”I can’t freaking poop…”. Sammy hugged her stomach, her face scrunched up and bright red from pushing, her eyes shut tight and her teeth gritted. She had always been a bit poop shy, but this was too much for her. She was so, so, so close, and yet her body absolutely refused to go. Jake spoke up. “You know…I can help…”. Sammy shook her head. “No…that’ll make it worse…just give me a minute…”. She closed her eyes again and pushed, letting out a grunt of effort. Her efforts were rewarded by a long, loud, explosive fart. Sammy sighed I’m relief, but she knew that there was far more to come. She stood slightly, forcing herself into a squat. But nothing. Sammy sighed in defeat. “I give up…”. She stood, pulling her panties back up. And then, her body decided it was time. Sammy gasped as a wave of pressure washed over her once again. But this time, it was much, much, much more intense. She quickly sat back down on the training potty, but it was far too late. A loud crackling blort sound escaped Sammy as a log of poop the size of a continent escaped her. She gasped, then doubled over in pain as the massive mound of poop stretched out her butthole on its way to push out into her panties. Her panties pushed away from her skin, filling with solid, brown, hot and stinky poop. “HNNGH!!”. Sammy grunted loudly as her legs instinctively lifted up and closer to her, her hands balling into fists. The first log left her butt, filling her panties with a mound of mess the size of grapefruit. And there was still far, far, far more. She grunted again, pushing as a wave of brown, mushy, semi-solid waste exploded from her. This time, it all came out fast, making her panties balloon out as the wave of horrid filth expanded the back of them. “MMF! HNNGH! AH!”. Sammy moaned and grunted as she pushed, feeling more and more mess come out to fill the back of her panties. With nowhere left to go, the mess started seeping down towards her crotch. Luckily for her, the panties she had chosen to wear were both tight and think crowns the bottoms. Unluckily for her, the meant that her massive mess could push itself up into her crotch. As more poop poured from her, Sammy coughed and as she felt the stinky waste push up and into her crotch, even as more and more brown poop poured from her. And it just. Kept. Coming! So much poop it was surprising her panties didn’t rip at the seams. And then finally, she finished. Sammy moaned in ecstatic relief as she felt her bladder give way, an absolute waterfall of urine pouring out through her poop filled panties to land with a splatter in the plastic training potty. Sam may closed her eyes, tears falling from them. Half were from shame, embarrassment and disgust. But the other half were from pure, ecstatic relief. It felt so, so, so good to get all of that out. She laughed. A long, choked, half sobbing laugh. Only then did Sammy open her eyes. Jake stood staring down at her, his mouth totally agape and his eyes wide. “Oh…my…god…”. He took a second to speak. “How…that was…so huge! What?”. Sammy felt something then. Something she never would have associated with the feeling of pooping herself. Lust. Arousal, horniness, whatever you called it. All she could feel now was that. Sammy reached down into the potty, moaning as she used one hand to squish and mush around the massive load of poop in the back of her panties. It was so warm…and squishy…”Sammy!? What are you doing!?”. It was almost like some sort of spell had been cast on her. Sammy’s head was totally empty. And now all she could do was place one hand inside her full panties, and push her fingers deep into her vagina. Maybe having such an accident wasn’t that bad after all… So I wrote this on a whim today. I absolutely love people pooping in training potty’s, so I decided to make one. Originally, this was going to be very different, but I was looking through the tags for Clothing, and the maid outfit one stuck out to me. So I changed the story to incorporate some different stuff! I know this isn’t my best work at all, and I don’t even think I HAVE a best work, but I hope you all enjoy this one!
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    Uh Oh

    Art by heathermactavish on Furaffinity
  3. Was cleaning the bathroom at work today and well while cleaning the bathroom, it starts smelling like poop all of a sudden I feel the back of my panties and let’s say they were quite filled.
  4. 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.
  5. It was almost noon when Alex came out of his apartment. On his way out, Alex saw a huge sign that read "Out of Service" taped to the elevator doors. Luckily for Alex, he lives on the third floor, so going down stairs wasn't a problem for him. He made it to the first floor and went straight to the mailbox to pick up his mail. She had received her electricity bill, there was also a letter that seemed to belong to her grandmother, who was already living in a nursing home, there was also an invitation to a wedding that was from an old friend, and also junk mail. As Alex checked his mail, he heard someone rushing into the building. She looked up only to see one of her neighbors. He met her recently, her name was Emily and she seemed to have the same age as him, she was beautiful and very attractive in Alex's eyes. He saw her desperately press the elevator button. —Emily, the elevator doesn't work. —What? Ouh... Thanks for the info. He saw her open the door to the stairs and disappeared from sight. Alex didn't think much of it and went back to reading his email. When he finished reading, he prepared to return to his apartment, but something caught his attention. When he reached the third floor, he noticed that there was a strange trail of stains on the stairs. These spots appeared to be poop, and a semi-solid poop because of its porridge-like appearance. More than disgusted, Alex was curious. He looked back, but saw no stains on the rest of the stairs, so whoever had had the accident was going up and not down. He climbed the stairs, following the trail. As he progressed, the spots seemed to get a little bigger, causing his curiosity to increase. He was intrigued to know who had been the unfortunate person who had had this mishap. The trail led him to the seventh floor of the building. He opened the door and followed the trail until he reached apartment 702. There, outside the door, was a mound of semi-solid, solid poop. He knew who lived in that apartment. It was Emily who lived there. He wondered when that happened and remembered seeing her come running. Perhaps, Emily suffered a bout of diarrhea when she was outside, and when she came back she was at her limit. That would explain why she seemed so desperate for the elevator to come. Alex didn't want to make Emily uncomfortable by trying to interrogate her, so he turned around, ready to leave. —It's look like you saw it —he heard a female voice behind him. Alex turned around, looking at Emily, who was wearing different clothes than she was wearing when she returned to the building. —Sorry, I was just curious about the trail, I didn't know that... —Don't worry —Emily said in a calm voice, her cheeks flushed—. Since you know, would you mind helping me clean? Alex raised an eyebrow. —I know it's my mess, but I don't think I'll be able to clean it up by myself before someone notices, and I don't want to bother the cleaner. —Oh, right. —Thank you very much, Alex. Alex grabbed some cleaning supplies and started cleaning the stairs that had the least mess, while Emily took care of the mess on her floor. Alex bumped into a few others while cleaning, and he only replied that he didn't know whose mess it was, but that he wanted to help the cleaner. When he finally finished, he went to return the things he took to Emily. When he went upstairs, he saw that Emily had already finished cleaning, but she was nowhere to be found. Alex just knocked on Emily's door and left things in front of the door. Wanting to return soon to the tranquility of his apartment. . . . As Alex finished taking a shower, someone knocked on his door. —I'm coming! —He shouted from the bathroom. He quickly dried off and tied the towel around his waist. He went to the door, muttering under his breath that he wasn't being left alone on his day off. As he opened the door, his slightly frown turned to an expression of surprise and embarrassment at the sight of Emily. —Can I come in? —She asked. —Yes. Emily smiled at him and walked into the apartment. Alex closed the door and tried to calm down a bit. —You can sit on the couch, I'll go get dressed —Alex said. —Sure. Alex went to his room and put on a black t-shirt with blue shorts. He took a deep breath and went outside to tend to Emily. —And what brings you here? —Alex asked. —I wanted to thank you in person for your help earlier —she replied. —Oh, it was nothing. Really. —I'm thankful you were the one who discovered my mishap. Anyone else would have made fun of me and wouldn't have helped me. —Well, I thought it was weird, but I know this kind of thing can happen to anyone. "Besides, I'm afraid of karma and I know that if I make fun of something like that, it will probably happen to me too" Alex thought. —Seriously, thank you so much Alex. —I told you, it was nothing, you don't need to thank me. —But I insi... Ouh~ Emily brought her hands to her stomach, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. —Hey... I'm sorry if I look reckless, but... I need to go to the bathroom! Not letting him speak, Emily ran to the bathroom and locked herself in there. Alex approached worriedly, but before he could even ask what was going on, he heard some thunderous farts, and how the poop fell into the toilet. Alex walked away from the bathroom and back into the living room. He stood there for a couple of minutes, waiting patiently for Emily to come out. When she finally came out, he saw her with a flushed face and she didn't look at him. —Everything is fine? —Alex asked. —Sorry, I left the bathroom very stinky. —Oh, don't worry about that. Emily smiled nervously and sat down on the couch. —I'm sorry about that. I felt really sick to my stomach today. —Don't worry, and you don't need to explain yourself either. —You see, this morning I went out to a coffee shop to see a friend. But she couldn't get there and left me standing. —That's too bad. —Yes. Then As I waited for her not knowing she wouldn't come, I felt a cramp. But since I was waiting for my friend, I didn't go to the bathroom, thinking she would arrive at any moment. After almost an hour of enduring cramps and gas, my friend calls me, saying that she had a problem with her husband and that she couldn't come meet with me. A little angry, I got up and went to the bathroom, only to see that it was under maintenance. Without a second thought, I ran back to the building, as aha, I had been holding on for a long time. But the cafeteria wasn't very close, so even though I was running, it took me too long to get back. And since the elevator wasn't working, I had to take the stairs. I tried to hold on, but when I reached the second floor, my body stopped struggling. From the third one, my panties couldn't hold everything and it started to overflow. The biggest problem was when I got to my apartment. I struggled with the lock as I made a vain effort to hold on. In the end, it didn't do any good to get to the bathroom, as I was already done. So I just cleaned up, changed, and went get cleaning supplies. The rest you already know. Alex remained silent throughout the story, not wanting to make Emily uncomfortable with any inappropriate comments he might accidentally make. —I'm sorry that happened to you. —Don't worry, it wasn't your fault. And again, thanks for the help. —Hey, you're my neighbor, and I'm more than happy to help. —Even if it's wiping my poop off the floor? They both laughed a little. —Yes, even if it's that. And you don't need to thank me. —It's a pity. I planned to ask you out on a date as a thank you, but if you insist... —You know what? A date seems like the perfect thank you to me. —Well, is that all right tomorrow afternoon? —Yes. As long as you feel better in your stomach. —Not bad. Have my number to keep us in touch. Emily wrote her number on a piece of paper and handed it to Alex before leaving. When Alex was sure Emily wasn't around, he screamed with excitement. He had gotten a date with Emily, the girl he thought was so nice and attractive. Alex couldn't be happier.
  6. From the album: Gwien's New Stuff

    Odalia Blight (from The Owl House) has a shitty day- she had a huge poo accident in her undies. How do you guys think it happened? Distracted by being a bitch to people? Couldn't hold it? Tried to fart but pushed WAY too hard? Or maybe she secretly likes it...
  7. Sabrina, a young 24-year-old girl, long, wavy blonde hair, green eyes and white skin, with a curvaceous body, with D-cup breasts, and a big, round butt. And her roommate, Brittany, a 24-year-old girl too, with short, straight and light brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes and tanned skin, of B cup dreams, and a firm and round butt; they were in Brittany's room. Brittany was helping Sabrina straighten her hair, since the next day was December 24th, Christmas Eve, and although it was only the two of them, since their families lived in another country and they didn't have to go back, it didn't mean they couldn't look pretty. As Brittany ran the hair straightener through the back strands, Sabrina felt her intestines fill with gas. Without annoyance or embarrassment, Sabrina let her farts out, one by one, slowly stinking up the room. —Geez, Sabrina, couldn't you hold on? —Brittany complained, covering her nose. —No. If nature calls, I'm forced to respond —she said, letting out another fart. —It's not the first time you've done such a gross thing. —I don't know what you're talking about —Don't play dumb. Always, whenever you're gassy, you fart without caring if there are people there or not. —Oh, you're a dramatic, it's normal to fart. Everybody's farting. —Yes, but that's something more privaste. —Private for the shy and the awkward like you. —You're a sassy. —Oh, Here comes another one —Sabrina said, putting a hand to her stomach. —Don't you dare. Sabrina smiled and farted. However, the blonde felt something strange between her buttocks and immediately got out of bed, with one hand on her butt. —Shit, shit, shit. Brittany only caught a glimpse of a small bulge in Sabrina's panties, as the blonde was only wearing panties and a blouse. Sabrina had a fart fetish, and every chance she got, she farted regardless of who was around her. And that's what Brittany hated. She hated that the girl didn't have the slightest shame or empathy and did something so disgusting. And Brittany couldn't do anything, since she was the tenant in the apartment. So I couldn't say to Sabrina something like "if you keep doing that, you're out of here" Or so she thought until she remembered what had just happened. Despite her fart fetish, Sabrina didn't seem to have a poop-related one, and in fact, she looked overly distressed and desperate as she ran to the bathroom. That gave Brittany an idea on how to "punish" Sabrina for being so gross. . . . The next day, Sabrina got up and headed to the kitchen for the pleasant aroma of breakfast. When he arrived, he saw Brittany washing the dishes and on the island there were two plates, both of which had egg, sausage and bacon. But only one had a piece of cheese. —Good morning —Brittany greeted. —Hey. —Your breakfast is the one that doesn't have cheese in it. —Thanks. Sabrina grabbed her plate of breakfast and headed to the dining room to wait for Brittany and have breakfast together. Brittany arrived with her breakfast and two cups of coffee. She handed Sabrina the pink mug and she kept the blue one. —Thank you so much, Britt. Everything looks delicious. —You are welcome. Now eat before it cools down. —Yes. They both ate breakfast and washed their dishes. —Hey, I had planned for us to clean the apartment, you know, in the morning —Brittany said. —Well... —Only if you have nothing to do. —Oh, don't worry, we can do it. —Perfect, you can sweep and mop. I'll clean the bathroom... It's been a while since the place has been cleaned. —Good luck. They both got down to work. As Sabrina finished sweeping, she felt a weight in her intestines. Accustomed to gas, Sabrina simply relaxed her anus and let her bowels empty, releasing her stinky farts, as she continued to sweep. However, when she went to put the broom in place, she felt that weight again. She tried to exert force, putting a little pressure, as that fart seemed very rebellious, but when the fart came out with a thunderous sound, she felt something coming out of her anus. —Oh no! Sabrina ran to the bathroom and tried to open the door, but it was locked. It knocked desperately, drawing the attention of Brittany, who was inside cleaning up. —What's the matter, Sabrina? —I need to use the toilet, now! —Oh... Right now I'm cleaning it up, can you wait a couple of minutes? Not letting Sabrina answer, Brittany slammed the door in her face. The blonde, resigned, tried to get back to her task, hoping that Brittany wouldn't take long to clean the toilet. Sabrina was cramping horribly and pressing her hand against her ass. Trying to avoid an accident anyway. She even refused to fart for fear that what she let out wouldn't be a fart. She tried to mop, but her whole body felt cramped, especially from the waist down. Sabrina walked very slowly with her thighs clenched, desperately waiting for Brittany to finish cleaning the toilet. However, her body was refusing to wait any longer and it abruptly pushed a log out of her anus. Sabrina squealed and ran to the bathroom, desperately banging on the door while moving her legs restlessly. —Brittany, tell me you're done, please! Brittany opened the door and poked her head out. —I don't have much to go, just a minute, I promise. —I don't have a minute! I'm about to shit myself! —It's a minute, I promise. And again, Brittany slammed the door in her face. However, this time Sabrina didn't leave. She kept banging on the door, while her other hand pressed against her buttocks, even though she knew it was useless at that point. Her body was constantly shivering and she tried to squeeze her anus to push back the piece of poop that was pressing against her panties, but it was impossible. —Britt, hurry up please! —She asked, sobbing. The door opened and Brittany came out of the bathroom. —I'm done, but... Sabrina didn't let Brittany finish talking and pushed her aside, rushing into the bathroom. However, the bathroom floor was wet, and Sabrina slipped. She didn't have time to react and before she knew it, she had fallen to the floor on her ass. The impact of the fall caused Sabrina's anus to burst open. Sabrina was unable to stop what was going to happen to her. A log popped out of her anus abruptly, filling her panties quickly. When the blonde tried to get up, she slipped again, and the impact, again, caused her intestines to empty again. But this time it wasn't a log that came out of her anus, it was an avalanche of poop that ended up filling her panties to the point of overflowing them and causing much of the disaster to fall to the ground. Sabrina didn't even bother to look at the damage and burst into tears. She wasn't brave enough to see Brittany, who had seen her make all that mess. And she knew it because, in her haste, she didn't close the door either. —Oh, Sabrina, I'm sorry —Brittany said, trying to help her to her feet. —I'm sorry, I left a mess on the floor you just cleaned. —Yes... But we'll take care of that later. You just... Just try to clean yourself, yes? Sabrina nodded, and Brittany smiled at her. The brunette slapped her and came out of the bathroom to give the blonde some privacy. As she walked away from the bathroom, Brittany smiled. Her plan had gone better than she had planned. And there was more to come. She knew Sabrina hadn't pooped since the little incident the day before, and she made sure to throw a good amount of laxative on both Sabrina's dinner and breakfast. And she would take care of doing the same with lunch and dinner, to see if the blonde was more willing to fart shamelessly. Although she knew better not to overdo it either, as it could cause her friend great discomfort. Brittany would make sure Brittany had a Christmas Eve she would never forget. End of part 1
  8. Juliet had just arrived at the subway station. She felt her stomach a little upset. And it was something she was looking forward to. She hadn't defecated in the last two days, she'd only managed to empty her bladder. She even tried to go before she got off work, but she didn't make it and gave up, thinking that, perhaps, when she got home she would finally feel like having a bowel movement. But she had been wrong. When she was a couple of streets away from getting to the subway station, she felt a urge to shit, and she was already too far from her place of work, so she thought of using the ones at the subway station. When she arrived, she desperately searched for a sign indicating where the bathroom was, but there seemed to be no sign of one. She thought maybe it was because she wasn't in the right place and decided to switch places, going into a hallway that seemed quite clear. As she entered the hallway, her need diminished. She didn't feel so urgent anymore, but she didn't want to risk that she would suddenly feel like she was going to shit herself on the subway, especially since it was quite a walk home. So she decided to keep moving forward and avoid an embarrassing moment on the subway. However, Juliet felt a faint chill the moment she stepped into the hallway. She kept going and saw a man pass by her. She didn't think much of it and just kept walking, as she didn't see any toilets nearby. As she turned around, she noticed a sign that said exit 0. Juliet felt something strange inside her, and not just because her bowels were churning and trying to give her a hard time. It was something different, Juliet felt something was wrong, but her need made her ignore that feeling and keep moving forward. Turning around, she found the same corridor and the same man. Juliet felt tense and seriously considered going back and risking an embarrassing moment, for she felt that she was going nowhere and the subway would soon arrive. However, when Juliet had turned around to go back to the station, she felt the urge to shit again, but much worse than before, and for a moment she thought she would shit herself. She squeezed her buttocks and sphincter and used her hand to help prevent the accident. She let out a sigh, relieved that it was over, but that was just a warning of what would happen if she didn't find a bathroom soon. Juliet knew that her ability to hold on, especially the urge to defecate, was a little vague, and even more so if it was diarrhea, which she begged it wasn't that. So, having a faint hope of finding a bathroom, she kept walking. Again a sign that said exit 0, a corridor exactly the same as the previous one, a man passing by her slowly and, again, no sign of a bathroom. But Juliet wasn't going to give up, if she came back she would have a very public accident, but those corridors seemed desolate, and although that didn't really reassure her, it made her feel that, if she failed, no one would see her. She kept walking, feeling that strange feeling of uneasiness and discomfort again. This time, there was something different, the sign didn't say exit 0, but exit 1. Juliet kept walking, but stopped in her tracks. This time the man was not alone, there was another man next to him, and they were both standing in the middle of the corridor. Juliet wanted to keep going, but something inside her was screaming for her to come back. She didn't know it, but something about these two men made her feel insecure and distrustful. She turned around, right where she had entered, and noticed something strange. Instead of finding the signposted hallway she had just passed through, she saw a sign that read exit 2. Before Juliet could analyze the situation, her bowels went back to their strides. Juliet gritted her teeth as did her buttocks. She held his stomach and hunched over in pain, gasped and brought a hand to his butt, pressing hard. Again, Juliet managed to ease the urgency a bit, but she still felt something pressing against her anus. "I need to find a bathroom soon" she though. She made her way down the hall. This time she didn't notice anything and moved forward. Exit 3. Again she kept walking without paying attention to anything, her bowels felt too full and she wasn't sure how long he would take. Exit 4. Exit 5. Juliet kept walking, but stopped when the lights went out. The hallway remained the same, so Juliet kept walking in the darkness. When the lights came back, Juliet's heart sank at the sight of a sign that read exit 0. "What?! But I was at exit 5, how is this possible?! " She thought desperately. Catching a good look at the sign, Juliet noticed another one next to it. The sign said that in order to leave, she had to get to exit 8. That she shouldn't stare at the anomalies for long. That if he saw any anomaly he should turn back, and if he did not see any that he should continue to advance and not return. Juliet was confused until she realized everything, and she tensed up too much. She had been so close, if only she had turned around when the lights went out, she would be farther away. But it was time to do it all over again, and she wasn't sure if her anus would stay closed until then. But apparently, she had no choice. Juliet made it to exit 3 without any unforeseen events. But when she saw the man, she noticed something on his face, something strange. Juliet turned around and ran, she knew that strange change in the man's face was not normal. And she was right. As she turned around, she saw that the sign said exit 4. However, Juliet's mild relief disappeared when a fart escaped from her anus. Oh, the farts, a sign that her poop was really close. Juliet tried to walk, but several farts came out of her uncontrollably. Even though there was no one there, she felt embarrassed for not controlling her bowels and allowing so many farts to come out like that, horribly stinking the place. "I really need to hurry" she thought, moving into the next hallway. Exit 5. Exit 6. Juliet was beginning to despair. She was too close to finally getting out of that infinite loop, but her body had other plans and refused to wait any longer. A thunderous fart was just what her poop needed to get out. "No, no, no, please no, wait, please, I'm so close" she though. But her body refused to listen to her. Juliet, very embarrassed, went into a corner, unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down next to her panties, and bent down to let out her load. Juliet pushed to get out the hard dough that was having trouble coming out. But at some point it seemed to get stuck, no matter how hard she pushed, her huge poop had stuck. Although she hated the idea, she was forced to use her hands to spread her buttocks apart and push harder. That seemed to work, as her poop started moving around again until it came out. Juliet breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't have anything to clean herself with, so she had no choice but to pull up her panties and pants and leave as she was. Looking at her disaster, she was dumbfounded. There was a huge poop snake. Juliet couldn't believe that something huge had been inside her However, she still felt a bit of weight in her intestines. But she thought she would make it to the exit, so she kept going. At Exit 7, Juliet paused for a moment. Her intestines were twisting, and whatever was inside them was moving too fast for her liking. In a matter of seconds, Juliet felt that urgent need again. She again considered crouching down and relieving herself on the ground, but as she was about to do so, a creature came out of the wall and ran towards her. Juliet, terrified, turned around and ran as fast as she could. She stopped when she finally saw a sign that said exit 8. "I made it, I..." She felt a small sticky weight on her panties. Scared and fearing the worst, she put a hand to her ass, confirming what she already feared. She had shit on herself. She still felt her intestines full, so she knew she hadn't unloaded everything on her panties, but still, it was humiliating for her to know that she had literally shit in fear. "One more, you can Juliet" she tried to motivate herself to continue. She made her way down the hall. Nothing unusual. But she felt her anus opening again. Juliet hugged her stomach and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and squeezing her sphincter as hard as she could. She was in a cold sweat and her legs were shaking. She was so, so close, she just had to walk a little further and she would finally get out of that nightmare. She took a step, her ass letting out an overly stinky fart. A couple of steps, her stomach hurt horribly. Almost reaching the corner, her anus released a small charge, which for her was impossible to stop. Her body froze and tensed when she saw a sign that said exit 8, again. Juliet didn't understand, It was supposed to there was supposed to be something there to take her to the exit, but not that sign. A new movement in her bowels made her squirm. She was seriously having a hard time. She was so close and at the same time so far from relief. She grunted, and her whole body tensed. A shiver ran through her. Juliet wasn't going to give up being so far away, so, at a very slow pace, she moved forward, looking at the details, as she didn't want to repeat that whole torturous cycle again. She felt like her intestines were about to explode. But she knew it was close, she just had to turn around and... Exit 8. Again. Juliet wanted to cry at that moment. She was making a superhuman effort to hold what was left in her intestines, and the universe wasn't helping her in the slightest, on the contrary, it seemed to mock her. Jessica made one last effort, praying to all the gods that this would be the last corridor she had to walk. With each step she took, a fart, wetter and stinkier than the previous one came out. Juliet stopped in the middle of the hall and bent down, she couldn't take the pressure anymore. Her legs felt weak and she was sweating too much. She felt like she couldn't go on any longer. But she had to. She stood up and continued walking at too slow a pace, her thighs and buttocks too tight. Feeling like something was threatening to pop out of her anus. She was only a few steps away, she just had to turn around and her torture would be over. To her great relief, she saw some stairs. Without a second thought, Juliet ran to the stairs, but before she could even climb a step, her body gave way. "No, no, no, no!" Juliet tried to unbutton her pants, but she was so desperate, nervous, and anxious that she had a hard time letting go of the button, as her panties grew fuller and fuller. When she finally let go of the button and zipper, she pulled down her pants and panties. She heard her poop fall violently and hit the ground. She moaned and gasped, the pain in her anus was horrible, poop gushing out along with a flurry of farts. After a couple of minutes, Juliet felt her bowels completely empty. She breathed a sigh of relief, but as she remembered where she was and where she was going, her cheeks turned red. Even though her pants were dark, that wouldn't take away the stench and he had to ride on a crowded transport. On top of that, by having dirty panties, the dirty feeling on her butt wouldn't go away and make her way much more uncomfortable. And there wasn't anything she could clean herself with, either. She took a deep breath and looked up as she pulled up her pants and panties. If that was really the way out, she would have a chance to find the actual bathroom. There she would clean herself up and, unfortunately, she would have to throw away her panties. Even though her pants were a little stained, the stench of this one wouldn't be as strong. Yes, that was a good plan. With that in mind, Juliet took a deep breath and walked upstairs, hoping to find a bathroom this time.
  9. 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.
  10. From the album: Gwien's New Stuff

    Entrapta often gets distracted by her work until things become urgent. She rushes to the bathroom, but before she knows it, something warm and soft has filled the seat of her pants. Please leave a comment (:
  11. 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.
  12. 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."
  13. 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
  14. 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!
  15. 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!
  16. 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?
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    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
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    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
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    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
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