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I love the Greek myths and wish there were more stories about goddesses wetting themselves (English is not my first language) Artemis, the goddess of the moon and the hunt often left mount Olympus and hunted in the mountains and forests of Greece. Often she was accompanied by maiden nymphs or mortal girls who were the part of her hunt but today, it was not the case. She was on a solitary hunt hunting a dangerous boar that had been known to reek havoc on the nearby villages. The crescent moon shown it's white light on the clearing at the heart of the forest. There, a small fire had been lit by a log under a large oak tree. A beautiful woman in her late teens sat near the fire looking up at the sky. The tree was enough to shield Artemis from bad weather but still let the moon light threw. Artemis had a link with the moon and drew power from it when it was in it's presence like now. The light made artemins' skin glow with a faint white light that hung around her. It also outlined more the curve of her beautifully sculpted body. Her arms were long and slender but still had lots of muscle as a sign that she knew how to use a bow and a hunting knife, her raven black hair was long and it hung down to her chest. Her breasts were a medium size and her stomach was flat. She had a large ass compared with her body. Her legs were like a deer's, muscles rippled whenever she moved and her legs could carry her faster then the wind. She wore a short sleeveless dress that was made from a soft cool cloth the color of silver. Her dress parted to the each side until it reached the end of her thighs. A metal armor covered her stomach up to her breasts and down to her abdomen. A head band the shape of a crescent moon was on her forehead and two simple silver bands hung from her wrists. Artemis drank from the water skin she had filled from a nearby stream to the town she had gone to learn more about the boar she was after. It was a hot summer night and it had been a hard journey to the forest. She realized she had drunken all the water in the water skin and cursed herself silently. She felt a weird after taste of the water but thought nothing much of it. It was a drought season and it would bee difficult to refill her water skin. During the night, Artemis woke to a discomfort in her stomach. It shot a sharp pain as Artemis tried to get up. However, she thought it was just her sleeping in a wrong position and went back to sleep. However, the stomach pains had prevented her from sensing a more urgent matter in her bladder. Artemis was woken by the song of birds chirping on the trees around her. As she got up, she felt a slight pang in her bladder. Immediately, she realized the state her bladder was in. She felt like going to find a bush but she could not go like that. She would have to break camp first and destroy all the signs she had been here. The process of breaking camp was torturous for her bladder which had been fuller than Artemis had realized. More than once, her hands flew to her crotch and she had to cross her long legs in order to contain the contents of her bladder that were slushing inside her. The most painful part had been when she had been hiding the trace of the fire. The process had required her to squat down causing her urethra to open and pee to lick into her white panties. Luckily her dress and covered the damage but she could feel the dampness when she reached a hand into her dress and felt her underwear. Although, it had not made her have an accident, it made a dark patch over her urethra and dampened her underwear. This had reminded Artemis how desperate she was. Artemis managed to break camp without wetting her dress but she had licked a few more times and her urge grew more with every time it happened. Although immortal, she had taken a human form and it was now causing her great pain and effort. Artemis had been reaching down to grab her knapsack and her bow when a desperate urge hit her, the wave of pain and made Artemis lick even more. She realized that she would not make it to a bush or find any kind of privacy. She quickly discarded her luggage and set about trying to get into a position to pee. However, the piece of armor prevented her from taking her underwear off and even without the armor, she would have been forced to take the whole dress of in order to relieve herself. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she worked on her armor. Luckily she managed to get the armor of without completely wetting herself. However, the effort had caused her to release her waters even more until a large dark patch had formed on her dress. The fact that the color was silver made the leak even more obvious. She discarded her armor and flung off her dress in one swift movement. However, the movement had caused her urethra to finally open. A spray of warm yellow urine stained her panties and escaped into the earth. Her legs gave away as her mind gave up and she stayed there for a long time, kneeling on the ground. A cold breeze made Artemis comeback to earth. She realized that she was naked except for her white bra and her panties that had been white before her accident. It was now yellow and wet. She was about to get up when a group of poachers came out from the forest and into the clearing. She recognized them from the bar she had visited in the nearby village to find out about the boar. They had been trying to flirt with her not knowing who she was. However, she had slapped their leader and walked out of the Bar. "Well, well. Look here boys, we have found the beauty at the bar and she has just wet herself!" His poachers laughed. "Well, tie her up! We will set camp here tonight." to be continued

Eva Hausmann, 49, is a mother of three boys, the eldest son being 24, the youngest 16 and an architect by profession. Her eldest son had been living in New York City for a few months while interning with the United Nations. Eva had never been to New York and as she hadn't seen her eldest boy in a while, it was time for her to go and visit. As her husband had to stay back in Germany for work, Eva Hausmann flew across the pond on her own and arrived at New York's JFK airport on a Friday around noon. Unfortunately, it turned out that her suitcase had not made across the Atlantic with her, which might be due to the fact that she had to change planes at a chaotic London Heathrow Airport. She was not happy, but there was nothing she could change and the flight carrier promised to deliver her suitcase tomorrow evening by the latest. When her Uber finally stopped in front of her son's East Village flat her mood lightened up as she was happily greeted by her son. She wanted to book a hotel initially, but her son assured her that she could stay at his flat as his two male flatmates were also okay with her staying for the week. She did not mind saving the money for the hotel and did not need more than a sofa to sleep on. In the evening the two flatmates came back from work and they all decided to cook some Mac'n'Cheese and make some salad together. Eva was not the only woman though as Chris' (one of the flatmates) girlfriend also came by. Everybody was interested to meet Mark's mum and Eva enjoyed the company although she could not converse as much as she wanted to since she was not as fluent in English as everybody else. The only thing that was bothering her was her stomach. She would never admit it to anybody, but flights (especially long-haul) usually led to her having some digestive issues, mostly flatulence. This time was no different as her stomach had been rumbling and gurgling a little all day already. Eva contemplated about not eating any of the greasy Mac'n'Cheese, but then decided that it probably would not make much of a difference anyway. However, as soon as they had finished eating, her stomach felt really full and bloated. She felt like she needed to let out some hot and stinky air somewhere, but of course she could not do that in front of her son and his friends, especially not in their tiny East Village living room. Further, even the bathroom was a "little problem" as led directly from the living room and was only separated by a very thin door with a gap of a few centimetres below. When one of the flatmates went to the toilet, and later also the girlfriend, Eva could hear everything that happened behind the bathroom door, from the pee stream, tearing off some toilet paper to the flush and them washing their hands. The 49-year-old really felt like she had to fart bad, but decided that she could not let out any farts behind this thin bathroom door in order not to embarass herself or even her son in front of his friends. Her son then decided to still show her the beauty of New York City by night and she should decide where she wanted to go. Eva chose the Brooklyn Bridge as this construction had always fascinated her as an architect. When they got up and cleared the table, the German mum really felt her bloated stomach bothering her as she was wearing some rather tight blue jeans without having the option to change into something else due to her suitcase missing. Her son plus Jeff (the other flatmate) wanted to come along to the Brooklyn Bridge while Chris and his girlfriend decided to stay in and go to bed early. Eva Hausmann also felt the need to pee, so she had no choice but to use the bathroom before they left. Of course, right at this moment, everybody was kind of gathering in front of the bathroom door talking and cleaning up the kitchen. The german woman was certain that she would not be able to pee without accidentally letting out a massive fart that might be heard even two houses down the road considering how bloated her stomach felt. She therefore had to find a way to let it happen as quietly as possible. She thought about spreading her ass cheeks with her hand through her jeans, but feared that some pee might escape when she tried to fart and that she would then pee her pants a little. Spreading her ass cheeks with her hand on the toilet would still bear the risk of a loud, maybe very loud fart escaping her behind. Weighing her options, Eve decided to pull down her jeans and panties, tear off some toilet paper and as soon as she sat on the toilet, she pressed a wad of toilet paper right against her butthole in order not to make a sound. She then started peeing and her tactic worked until some larger puff of air escaped her behind with a sound that could certainly be heard on the other side of the door if somebody was listening like she did earlier. She prayed, however, that everybody was busy with some other things and did not hear her. When she was finished, they left and made their way to the subway station to get to the Brooklyn Bridge. Eva's stomach still felt quite bloated, but luckily she could stealthily let out some quiet puffs of air as soon as they were outside. At least this helped a little and made her feel less full. The three of them then walked across the Brooklyn Bridge from the Manhattan side and as soon as Eva saw the famous bridge and the lit up skyline of New York City she was mesmerized and forgot about her stomach troubles for a few minutes. As it was a Friday evening in summer it was still really crowded on the bridge with lots of tourists just like the German. It was also still quite hot and Eva started sweating in her tight jeans and regretted not bringing any other clothes in her hand luggage. They took their time and took lots of photos as soon as other tourists allowed a good view. Not only on the bridge, but all the way to DUMBO where they sat down with many other tourists to admire the skyline of Manhattan. Just when they started their way back towards the bridge, Eva got reminded of her stomach again. However, it was not only her stomach being bloated, but she rather suddenly got the urgent feeling that she had to let out some more than hot air. As she had to get up unusually early to catch her flight from Munich to London and then on to JFK she did not poop in the morning like she usually does and also did not repeat it at the airport or certainly not on the plane. This means that she had not pooped in about two days which was not completely out of the ordinary, but the urge was not a surprise to her either. Thinking of the thin door at her son's flat she knew she would either have to find a place somewhere in public or even hold it until the next day. The urge to poop first subsided, but then it came back even stronger and even if she tried hard, Eva could not ignore it anymore. It happened right before walking on to the Bridge again and Eva thought that it might actually be a good idea to find a toilet before they were on the bridge. She then told the boys that she could "kinda do with a restroom somewhere" which led to some empty faces. Neither her son nor Jeff really knew where the closest public restrooms where. Jeff then remembered that there must be a bathroom close to a supermarket and restaurant right where they had walked. But that would mean that they would have to walk back for about 10 minutes and then walk all the way to the bridge again. Eva did not give the impression that she needed a toilet quickly and said "never mind, I can also wait until we are home", while Mark said that there should be public toilets somewhere on the Manhattan side of the bridge. Eva quietly hoped that the urge would subside again, but it did not really. Combined with her still bloated stomach she felt rather uncomfortable now. As they had seen the bridge already, they did not stop as much as before, but could also not walk that fast due to it still being rather crowded. Just when they were about halfway across the bridge, a rather strong cramp hit Eva and it took her a few seconds to act casual again. She now knew that she desperately needed to let out quite some amount of gas in order to relieve the pressure. However, she had to wait for the right moment. And the right moment in her opinion came when the two boys started laughing and walked towards a young man strolling across the bridge with his girlfriend. It turned out to be a good friend that they hadn't seen in quite some time and to whom they said hi. Eva, however, felt tired, sweaty and uncomfortable and was not in the mood to meet new people. She therefore stepped away from them a little to a spot where no other tourists were and pretended to look at the skyline. In reality though she concentrated hard on the right moment for some truck or police car to pass underneath so that it would be loud enough for her to fart freely. When she thought that it was loud enough, she pressed hard to let out as much as uncomfortable gas in her intestines as possible to relieve the pressure. However, before the female architect could feel any relief, she suddenly felt some hot and wet sensation around her butt and while she was still trying to press some gas out, she immediately knew that this was a very big mistake...although she did not want to believe it and was in shock for a few seconds. But there was no denying the fact that Eva Hausmann had just totally sharted her pants right on the Brooklyn Bridge in the center of New York City at the mature age of 49....

Share videos/pictures of people just making it to the toilet, or those who couldn't make it - but for poop! You can post any gender here, just make sure to note what what gender(s) are involved in the video you share - we're open to any sexual orientation, so please keep that in mind! I'll update tags as more gets added. Since this thread involves poop, please include sufficient warnings and spoiler appropriately if your post includes visible poop! Some people only get turned on by the messing or just hearing it. Anyway, I found this great video (female, just-made-it, no poop shown). A woman (who we don't get to see) rushes to enter her home, latchkey likely furthering her desperation. As she enters, she drops the keys and rushes to her toilet, where we can hear a rush of poop hitting the toilet's water. Her moans of relief are incredibly hot. just_made_it_poop_woman.mp4

In a few other threads on this site, I've alluded to an occasion where I had a little messy accident in a bookstore. This is the story of said event. I had decided to spend an afternoon/evening diapered in public. One of my last stops was a bookstore in the area. I entered the bookstore in a clean diaper, having recently changed out of my old one after wetting it twice. I didn't need to pee at all, since I just emptied my bladder into my old diaper, and although I did kind of need to poop I had no doubt in my mind that I could hold it until I could either use the toilet or find an out of the way spot to mess (and probably change). There weren't many people in the store, because it was some random weekday evening during the odd hours where 80% of people are either working, commuting, or getting dinner. A half hour or so went by, during which I had browsed a few sections and made notes of some interesting items to consider purchasing. When I squatted to look at something on the bottom shelf, I felt a sudden urge to mess my diaper. I had to poop pretty badly now, but I wasn't overly concerned. I was still confident in my ability to hold until an opportunity to either go potty or discreetly mess presented itself, and I was in the section of the store nearest the bathrooms so if things got much worse it wouldn't be annoying at all to make the trip. I passed the doors to said bathrooms on my way to the next aisle and considered ducking in to empty my bowels, but decided against it. While I was pretty desperate for a poo. it wasn't urgent I'm-gonna-poop-my-pants levels of desperation yet and I didn't want to get distracted from what I was doing. I had a nice list of where I wanted to browse, and knowing my absentminded tendencies I thought that a potty break would make me forget. Three and a half aisles later, it happened. I hadn't been aware of a noticeable increase in my need to poop, so I hadn't been considering a return to the vicinity of the bathroom. I had crouched down to inspect a book from the bottom shelf. As I sat there reading the synopsis and first few pages, I suddenly felt something slide out of my butt. My diaper became warm. As someone who is experienced in messing diapers (albeit usually on purpose) I could tell that this was no small leak. This was a big piece of poo, and I could feel that there was more to follow. I didn't smell anything, so I figured the worst thing I could do was freak out. I nonchalantly finished flipping and stood up, feeling the warm weight of my poopy diaper all the while. Still no odor, but I had no idea if that would last. I walked purposefully towards the bathroom. As I walked, an even larger poop slipped into the back of my diaper. I quickened my walk slightly. A third chunk slid out as I opened the door, and a fourth shortly after I locked myself in a stall. I took off my long skirt, untaped my diaper, and sat on the toilet. I didn't do anything in the potty except a few small pieces. Virtually all of my mess had ended up in the diaper, which sat in front of me on the floor. I heard the door open and quickly picked up my diaper and set it in my lap until the other person had peed and left. If you had been in my stall at that moment, you would have seen a girl naked from the waist down sat on the toilet with a poopy diaper on her lap and a few small bits of her mess in the toilet bowl. Privacy regained, I prepared the diaper for disposal and set it down. I cleaned myself up with some wipes from my bag, put my skirt and a fresh pullup diaper on, flushed the toilet, disposed of my messy diaper, rinsed my hands one more time, and left the bathroom. I was a bit shook in the moment because of how unexpected the whole thing was, but these days it's an experience I don't regret having in the slightest.

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View File EE-207 - #2 Accidents at Work Office ladies have #2 accidents at work, with other people around! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/26/2021 Category JAV Collections  

So a couple months ago some friends and I met up at a local donut/coffee shop for breakfast before our 8am phycology class. I ordered a sausage egg and cheese biscuit with a large iced coffee to drink throughout class for the day, after finishing our meals we headed to the campus, I felt the slight urge to pee when class started but I figured I could hold it being that I only had classes that day till 12. At about 9:30am a sudden sharp pain filled my gut and I had a sudden urge to go #2 very badly, and by this time I had finished all of my coffee and had to pee as well which wasn't helping due to the pressure on my bladder. I squeezed and held my breath from having a Fecal incident in my pants during class. I waited till that class was over to go find somewhere I could relive some of the pressure before my next class. Forgetting that there were no bathrooms on my wing of the campus due to construction i would have to relive myself else where being I didn't not have enough time to make it across campus and back before my next class started. I went outside and looked around, there were some portal potties where the construction was and as much as I steer clear of those things it was my only hope and I was about to go in my pants. I went to the portal potties to find they were already occupied and had a long line outside of both of them, 10 minutes passed as I waited. Only 15 minutes left until class started and I was very desperate for a bathroom. I was about 6 people away from reliving myself as I looked down and saw 10 minutes till class started. I started to worry, but I was in luck being that the people in front of me were all male ( no offence to you ladies, just most guys pee a lot faster than females.) finally it is my turn and I walk in, only 4 minutes till class starts, no time to go poop, so I decided I would at least go pee and relive my bladder of some pressure... Well my body decided that wasn't happening, I went to push to pee and almost pooped my pants and I knew if I was gonna go it would have to be both. There was no time for that so I decided I would just have to suffer through one more class. I went to the class barely making it in before the professor closed the door. I sat in the back that day so nobody would be looking at me fidgeting around. The class seemed to drag on, my palms were sweaty and my face felt hot, I'm sure I was red of embarrassment because i had to go so bad even though nobody knew I felt like they were staring at me. After almost loosing control multiple times the class ends and I rush to my truck to get home fast. (Just about the whole east wing of the school were waiting for the portal potties so no way I was waiting) I jumped in my truck and took off as fast as I could to get home, driving on the edge of my seat clenching my cheeks and one hand on my crotch trying not to completely destroy my pants and seat. But as soon as I got on the interstate I hit traffic. Of course with my luck I hit traffic.( and if anybody know Savannah, GA traffic they know its horrible). About 15 minutes passed and I am now feeling sick to my stomach I have to go so bad. The traffic was at a complete stand still due to a semi tuck tipped over blacking all three lanes. At this point I gave up I knew I wasn't going to make it home still being 20 minutes across town with no traffic. I threw my truck in park and reach in the back, being in college I need to make some extra money so I basically uber people and I keep gabrabge bags in the back seat because if a drunk person threw up in my truck (which is very nice btw) I would probably loose my temper. I had planed on just taking my pants off and going in the garbage bag being that my truck is on a 9 inch lift kit and sits higher than most other cars and trucks no one would see my pants were off and ultamently o had to go so bad I wouldn't care if they saw me. But again with my luck we start to move again. So my whole brilliant idea was crushed. I laid the bag out over the seat and put another one partly opened under my butt to catch the urine. I figured I would try to just go pee being that I was sitting down now and it would be much harder to go poop. I adjusted and made sure none would get on my seats and I let go. A strong hissing noise arouse as I started to drench my shorts, the stream was so strong that it burned coming out and where my tip was it kinda made a fountain even trough my boxers and shorts. I could feel the wetness go everywhere, around the sides of my waist, down the front of my crotch and onto my butt. I didn't think it was going to stop it just kept coming out, the garbage bag was getting full for how it was sitting, I tried to stop the flow to adjust it but couldn't, I had already lost full control and my shorts that were once white were now a yellowish tint and see through to my blue boxers, I wast still going too. The garbage bag started to over flow luckily the other one I put on the seat kept it from getting on my seats. I sent for a good 3 minutes before gaining control and stoping the pee from coming out. As I got closer to home the urge to poop hit me again and I couldn't hold it anymore, I picked my butt of the seat to give enough roof and push a little. I could feel the warm mushy shit slide out into my boxers.. There was a lot of it too, i felt it starting to go between my legs and to the sides of my butt cheeks, once the creamy poop stopped coming out I slowly sat back down I could feel the poop go in every direction on my butt. About 15 minutes go by and I take the next exit ramp and take the back roads home. I got out of the truck cleaned up the garbage bag and went to go inside. As I went up the steps of my porch I lost control again and finished wetting my pants all on my front porch,tried to hold it in but the pressure was too strong, slowly working my way to my front door leaving a trail of urine on the porch. I opened the door and went to my bathroom, not taking off my cloths I got in the shower fully dressed and cleaned my self up. Thanks for reading guys let me know what y'all think and if something like this has ever happened to you.

A woman in her twenties sitting in a brown baby wooden chair and drawing. I'm wearing a white shirt She rubs her diaper from time to time while she is painting. She turned her butt to the camera and started pooping on her diaper. She put her hand in diaper and started masturbating. It's an old movie, but if anyone knows, I'd like a file. sorry for my bad english...

So I took a laxative because I was a bit bound up🥺. And while waiting for it to work I used hypno files to let me feel more relaxed to go... I'm even working on a trigger word from one of the files so it works better for me🤭🤭. But after about an hour I heard the trigger word and and 2 different accidents of mess being 10 minutes apart from each other. Guess I'll be a pamp packer.I filled my pull up so much I was even surprised and amazed by what I did definitely used my pamps to max capacity. 🤭 Of course this was all in bed as well contained rightfully with me wearing a pull up and having extra pad under me so it wasn't a hassle cleaning either. 🤭🤭 Maybe once it set in my mind I'll let people know the trigger word 🤭😌😌 P. S. Forgot to add I also soaked myself 3 times in this time period as well.

Update from my two wettings last night in my diaper. I woke up this morning with at least 2 to 3 more wettings and I also ended up messing myself as well this morning. So for first ever mega max diaper. No leaks multiple wettings and now a smelly fully packed pamp in my opinion. I think I love the megamax brand. Also I think its time for changes.

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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.

At work I was chilling getting all my stuff done normally. Had wet my pants twice already but being incontinent does that wasn’t to worried about the wettings. But suddenly around closing time my pants just filled with this muddy stinky diarrhea and well thankfully I had no one else come in the shop and my panties plus leggings held it back well enough until I finished work then I had to drive home and well it mushy squished in the car which I cleaned throughly once I got home. And then showered and cleaned myself. Bright set of pictures was at work. Dark was at home.