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I haven’t pooped in four days. I didn’t even know I could hold this much inside of me. I’ve never waited this long before. When I went on this camping trip with some of my friends, I expected there to be a little more toilet privacy. Maybe an outhouse, at least. We’re staying in a camper van, one where the bathroom is separated from everything by a thin door which you can hear everything through. Everything. Anytime someone has used the bathroom, it’s been a subject of awkward laughter for everybody else. You can hear the fan go on, but it doesn’t help the noise, and it barely helps the smell. I haven’t been able to bring myself to use it. I’ve been bloated and sluggish, hiding my discomfort from them to the best of my ability. It’s been torture struggling to hold it in while I pee. I’m currently sitting on the toilet, desperately holding my buttcheeks together, squirming as quietly as I can. I have to jolt to retract the prairie dogs. Within a few torturous seconds of careful, directed relaxion, I was urinating hard. Last piss of the night. We leave in the morning, thank god. Letting out only my urine in this state isn’t impossible if my bladder’s full enough. If I have to pee really bad, I hardly have to relax on purpose. And as my rectum swelled with waste, it pressed up against my bladder, and led me to feel like I need to urinate more frequently. I crawled into the bottom bunk and started anxiously tossing and turning, begging my body to fall asleep so I don’t have to keep thinking about how badly I needed to go to the bathroom. I was starting to sweat, and unable to retain a pent-up fart I’d been holding in all day any longer. I hoped to god nobody was awake to hear or smell it. It released like nothing, sounding like playing cards around a bicycle wheel. The next one cramped, hurting me for a while as the gas moved down through my intestines, but the pressure was soon relieved in a long, hot fart that basically left my body on it’s own accord. This was what was happening until I finally, somehow, fell asleep. When I woke up, I swear it was about 20% more urgent. I didn’t think I’d ever been desperate to poop like that before. Occasionally, it was due to the consistency, but rarely on the volume alone. I was swelled up like a balloon with gas and waste. I scooted to the side of the bed, greeting my friends as casually as I could, who were cooking breakfast and getting dressed. I shifted around nervously, leaning my weight from buttcheek to buttcheek. I moved my foot under me and dug my bottom into my heel, eyeing the toilet longingly. The discomfort was extreme. I needed to pee, too, but I was no longer confident in my ability to retain my poop while sitting on the toilet anymore. And at this point, I’d probably clog it. I denied the offer of breakfast, but after a minute of persuasion, I caved in. I piled scrambled eggs and toast on top of it all, plus a glass of orange juice. I wondered if any of them notice my behavior, or how bloated I’m getting. I may be dying to shit, but I needed to be less in my head about this or they were going to start to get suspicious. Sitting to my left at this table was Lizzie, a tomboyish, somewhat heavyset girl with pink and blue pigtails. Across from us was Daphne, curly haired and covered in freckles, and Alani, my best friend. She had her black hair up in a messy bun, and a shirt about two and a half sizes too big. “Do you guys think we should stop somewhere cool on the way home?” I said, hoping to be able to poop somewhere on the way. “Whoa, Alexa’s talking again!” Alani noticed, “I was getting worried.” “I’m not used to not sleeping in my own bed,” I explained lightheartedly, fighting to keep from farting. “I’m tired, but I still wanna do stuff.” “I gotta get the van back by four,” Daphne said. She didn’t mean the camper. That stayed behind. We took her parent’s cramped van up here. “Aw, come on,” Lizzie said, “we can stop somewhere cool for a minute.” “Maybe, like, a gas station!” “Not if we leave now,” Alani supported. “Let’s find a place to go! Where’d you have in mind, Alexa?” “I don’t wanna pick,” I said, fidgeting and pressing my thighs together. My morning pee wanted out pretty badly, too. I think I had a good few hours of retention left in me before I popped, plenty of time to get back home. “Well, I gotta poop, so let me know,” Alani hopped off the seat and entered the bathroom. While we talked, we heard the toilet seat drop and her butt make contact. We heard the pattering of her pee, then a couple of plops. Everyone smirked and tried to talk over it. We heard the paper rustling and ripping, then a couple of wipes and the toilet flush. I wish I shared their bodily confidence. Somebody mentioned an antique store and everyone seemed on board with it. We got in the car and started off. The dirt path leading off the campsite was so bumpy that it mercilessly sloshed my excretion around inside me, increasing my discomfort tenfold. My morning pee yearned to be drained, but my feces was cramping with urgency. We couldn’t get to this antique store fast enough. It took an hour to get there. By then, my situation was pretty dire. I was sweating and my hands were clammy. I couldn’t hear my stomach over the music, but I could feel it’s contents churning. I literally couldn’t hold a few farts in, but luckily the windows were open. We pulled in and I was the first one out, stepping around and putting a little pressure on my behind when nobody was looking. The building was rustic, perfect for an antique store, characteristic of the area we were visiting. I hurried inside, but my friends were close behind so I didn’t ask for the restroom just yet. I waited until they got a bit into the aisles, then I slipped away. “Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” I asked pleadingly, feeling so close to relief. The old man behind the counter shook his head. “Not for the public.” I blinked. “W- I just- it’s such a long drive-“ “Gas stations on either side of this road got ‘em,” he said simply. I huffed with frustration, going back to my friends, who were genuinely looking for things to buy. I was ready to leave. My belly felt ready to explode. I passed a mirror and lifted my shirt up, inspecting the way the skin held tight around my unusually swollen midsection. I couldn’t hold in another fart. I could only get away from the others as quick as I could as it put-put-putted it’s way out of me with each step. I was nearing my limit. Hopefully, we’d stop at a gas station. If not, it’s another hour’s drive back home. When we finally got back to the car, I felt so full I wanted to throw up. I held my breath as I gingerly entered the backseat, the contact with it against my butt causing noticeable movement to the log I was holding inside me. My morning pee had grown in urgency accordingly, and I was having trouble keeping still at all. I found myself turning to desperate measures. ‘Could you do my a favor? I’m so sorry’ I sent to Alani. She gave me a confused look. ‘Of course, what?’ ‘Could you ask them to stop at a gas station?’ She paused. ‘For real?’ ‘I don’t want to ask it’ ‘Why?’ ‘Idk I’m embarrassed’ ‘Just ask it!’ I paused. ‘I can’t’ ‘Dude, why?’ I writhed in frustration, discomfort panging through my organs. ‘Could you please just ask for me? Please? I’ll buy you something there’ Alani sighed. “Do you guys think we could stop at a gas station?” Lizzie and Daphne groaned collectively. “I need to get my parent’s van back!” Daphne said. “It’ll only take a minute!” “We’ve got, like, thirty minutes left. Can you hold it?” She looked at me. “I mean, yeah.” I groaned inwardly, sinking in my seat. “I also wanted a snack,” she continued. “We got some in here,” Lizzie said. “Plus, we’ve only got, like, thirty minutes left to drive.” It was closer to an hour, but I didn’t say anything. Now the windows were up, and there was no music playing. I begged my body not to produce another fart. I could hear the gurgling of my gut over the sound of the car. After some time passed, and the urgency rose accordingly, I felt more gas bubbling up at an alarming pace. It moved rapidly through my gut and I frantically rolled down the window just in time for a hot puff of air to push it’s way out of me. It was getting bad. Really bad. So was my need to piss. I pulled up directions on my phone just to see how far we were. 35 minutes. For twenty minutes after that, I squirmed constantly and tried to distract myself, counting road signs and focusing on my phone. “Can we roll the windows back up?” Lizzie asked, “it’s so hot in here.” Hesitantly, I rolled mine up. I couldn’t imagine the embarrassment I’d feel if I audibly farted, and a reaction to the smell would worsen it intensely. My swollen bladder urgently pulsed and contracted, desperately inflicting discomfort to signal me to release it. It’d be an emergency even without the several pounds of waste backed up in my behind. I checked my phone again. 10 minutes. Suddenly, a hot pocket of gas travelled up to my anus, carrying with it urgent pressure. I was able to retain it for only a few desperate seconds. Put-put-put-put-put. “Alani!” Daphne scolded, partially joking, partially annoyed by the incoming smell. “That wasn’t me, that was one of you guys!” “Well, it definitely came from back there, and I’ve never heard Alexa fart in my life.” I kept my attention on my phone. Potentially suspicious, but I was in so much pain I could hardly stand it. My stomach bulged out and pressed up against my waistband like they were a full side too thin. While my bladder was ready to leak, my rectum was ready to explode. My sphincter contracted, and the poop that pressed against my butthole genuinely felt like it was going to come out. I jolted my body, clenching every muscle in my lower half to keep it in. It eventually retracted, but it was unbelievable how badly I needed to relieve myself. I had never needed a toilet so urgently in my entire life. Another long fart forced it’s way out of my body. Loud, hot, and almost let some of my solid waste out. I clenched my buttcheeks, grabbing desperately at my underthighs while I struggled to retain it all. I could feel my rectum spasming with exertion. “Alani!” Daphne and Lizzie said in unison, lowering their windows. I glanced at Alani, who was watching me wide-eyed. I looked away in humiliation, my face burning hotter than the sun. “I-I just really have to use the bathroom,” she said, “if you won’t stop at a gas station, don’t get mad at me if I stink the car up.” “There’s literally five minutes left! Do you want to get dropped off before Alexa?” “N-no!” she said quickly, “I’ll be fine.” I forgot I was the first person to get dropped off. Thank god. I sat on my hand as discreetly as I could, pressing into my sphincter and gyrating my hips. I was unable to keep in another rumbling fart, feeling my ass vibrate and the gas hotly pass through my fingers. It was getting exceptionally difficult not to pee on myself every time I passed gas. I saw the turn for my neighborhood come into view and let out a small sigh of relief. Only a few more minutes… My swollen belly was ready to split open. I thought I was gonna be sick, and hoped it would stay down until I got out of the car. My urge to urinate had gotten exceptionally urgent, only adding to the bloat that my fecal matter was expanding upon by the second. I was sweating so badly, I hoped nobody noticed. I couldn’t look at Alani out of shame, but I was grateful to have someone covering for me, especially when I accidentally let out a hard fart as I bent over to grab my bag. I cringed, afraid it was too obvious. “The fuck did you eat?” Lizzie said. “I don’t even know, man,” Alani laughed. As they pulled up to my apartment complex, I was stepping out of the car before they were completely stopped. They all said their variations of bye, Alexa! simultaneously. “Seeyouguys!” I said, frantically shutting the door and rushing into the building. I unfortunately had a couple flights of outdoor stairs to climb. As soon as my friend group was out of eyesight of me, I held my butt tightly. The urge to shit was unbelievable. Alarm bells were ringing and I was dripping with sweat, begging every diety I could think of not to make me mess myself when I’m this close to relief. I got to my apartment and practically threw myself into the doorway, slamming awkwardly into the unbudging door. Locked. My full, fattened gut got squished badly, forcing me into an all-out potty dance. I pressed harshly into my backside and held my crotch, writhing on the spot and pressing my thighs together with each side step. In my desperate stupor, I’d neglected to get my housekey out of my bag. I banged on the door. “Jacine!” I called desperately. When there was no answer, I did it again. “Jacine, open the door!” I begged, squirming crazily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my neighbor opening his door to get in. I hadn’t even noticed him come up. Embarrassed, I forced my hands to my sides and settled for standing awkwardly while I knocked loudly. “Oh, god…” I whined, bending down to check under the mat. Of course we don’t have a spare key. I swung my very full backpack around and searched frantically for my key, which I usually just drop freely into the bag. It was taking so long, I started pulling out my belongings and dropping them around me, rocking back and forth in agony while I dug my heel into my butthole. I gasped when I finally found it and tried to shove it into the doorknob with my clammy, trembling hands while I was still on my knees. “Come onnn…” I whined through my clenched teeth, bouncing on my foot trying to keep my pee and poop in. I finally managed to get it. I leapt up and bolted to the bathroom, leaving all my stuff strewn about in front of my open apartment door. I slammed into the locked bathroom door in a similar fashion than before, noticing the shower water running on the other side of the door. My heart dropped. I started crying. I was clutching my crotch to hold my bursting bladder and digging my fingers in between my clenched buttcheeks, swaying my trembling body side to side. My body was screaming at me. It forced out a loud toot, my anus dilating as solid waste pressed against it, nearly forcing itself out. I squeaked and writhed on the spot, pressing against my butthole. It slowly retracted away from my quivering sphincter, remaining tremendously uncomfortable in my overfull rectum. I clutched my stomach and doubled over, thinking for a second that I was going to be sick from the intestinal pressure, when I heard the shower water cut off. I gasped eagerly, stepping side to side and wiping the tears from my face. It then occurred to me how embarrassing it would be if she saw that I was so desperate to blow up the bathroom, I dropped my stuff to the ground outside. I groaned miserably and hobbled to the door. Not daring to bend over, I dropped carefully to my knees and dug my heel into my asscrack as I gathered my belongings. My hands were shaking. Beads of sweat were on my forehead and above my upper lip. When I pushed myself up, I farted hard and peed a little, then clenched every muscle in my body to make sure those was the only things that came out. “Oww…” I groaned in agony. I dragged my bag across the ground to minimize the heavy lifting and leaned against the wall by the bathroom door. I knocked sheepishly, patting my butt with my free hand. “Jacine?” My voice trembled. I gasped when my rectum contracted and tried to force me to let it out. “Jacine!” The door cracked and her freckled face peeked out wearing a towel on her head. “Alexa! You’re back!” “Yeah, I gotta get in there now, dude…” I said urgently, trying to get in. “Wa-wait- hold on, man!” she laughed as I pushed past her into the steamy bathroom, stepping side to side with my hands behind my back while I waited for her to leave. It was humiliating, but I was absolutely desperate. “Gotta pee, huh?” she teased while she got her stuff off the sink. I swallowed nervously. “Please, Jacine, I really have to go…” I tensed up when my belly contracted and tried to void. My poop pressed against my sphincter, and I strained everything below my waist to keep it in. I pressed into my butt with the back of my hands. “All yours,” she said, leaving. The urgency skyrocketed this close to relief. I wasted no time. I frantically tore my jeans open, going up to the toilet and getting ready to let go, when I realized she’d left the door open. With tear-inducing frustration, I practically leapt over and shut the door. I couldn’t get back to the toilet fast enough. During the frantic steps to and from the door, my body suddenly forced out a spurt and the tip of my unimaginably large turd, which sat grossly against my butt in my underwear. Still filled with enough piss and shit to fill a water tower, I writhed crazily, determined to retain the rest of it while I wrestled my pants down. It fell into the toilet bowl when I finally yanked my pants down, plopping my ass down and immediately exploding. “Uhnn-“ I moaned, the massive weight finally emptying out of my tortured bottom, the ocean of pee bursting out of my pussy. My enormous waste pushed out and coiled in the toilet beneath my butt. It was bizarre to feel so much matter shift and leave my belly. It was multiple day’s worth, pounds and pounds of it. A barrage of waste and gas assaulted the toilet, forceful, constant and unyielding. I clutched my stomach and felt the tight bloating shrink turn back to it’s normal, squishy form. I had to flush two times before I was done to ensure I didn’t clog the toilet. By the time I was finished, I was drenched in sweat and almost needing to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe it was finally over with. The days of discomfort were finally over.

Hey guys, so I created a new post for my story as I wanted to update the tags and give it a better title now that I know what I'm doing with it. Here's the link to the first two parts of the story which you should definitely read before this one! Enjoy Bach in present time Riley was still struggling. She still had to fart and they were still around 30 mins away. Riley could usually sneak off and fart, but not in a freaking car. Her stomach loudly gurgled as she held back another and she began to worry that her parents were able to hear the situation their daughter in the backseat was going through. Then a miracle happened: “Honey, can we stop at that rest stop?” Riley’s mom asked. “We’re only 30 minutes away, can’t it wait?” her dad replied. “Honey please” she answered, with a bit of tenseness in the\ir voice.“Okay okay, I’ll stop” her dad replied quickly changing lanes and pulling off an exit that said “Last Rest Stop 30 miles” Riley looked over at her mom who was tightly gripping the armrest with one hand and rubbing her stomach with the other. Her face seemed pretty calm and collected however. Riley’s mom was in her early 40s but easily looked like she could be in her early 30s. She was around 5”5, pretty average weight, but with a great butt and hips, she had jet black hair that went down to her butt and had a slightly tan face and body. She often wore sunglasses and yoga pants. Riley had never really noticed her mom’s bathroom habits, she had her own bathroom why would she ever run into her mom in the bathroom. Based on vacations though she could say confidently that her mom was a morning pooper, one of those people that wake right up and go to drop the load off. She had never really seen her mom use the public bathroom, similar to herself. The only time she could remember her mom pooping in public was a few years ago, they had woken up late for their flight while in Florida. They had to rush out of the hotel without so much as a visit to the bathroom. Riley and her dad both clearly needed a piss, but her mom seemed different. She looked very tense and was standing very straight. She was gripping her tights very hard. As they went down the elevator, the three of them all needing a toilet, Riley smelled an awful smell. Riley instantly assumed it was her dad, I mean dads are never shy about letting one rip. “Damn Maria!” her dad exclaimed. She glanced over to see her mom red in the face and her dad laughing while plugging his nose. She realized it was her mom who had cut the cheese. “Sorry guys, I tried slipping it out before we got in the elevator but it followed me in.” her mom said, explaining herself. When the doors opened her mom said “I’m gonna visit the lobby bathroom for a moment.” her mom said making her way towards the bathrooms. “Honey you can’t” her dad replied back. “The room was under your name so you have to check us out.” Her mom danced in place, glancing back at the bathrooms that were so close to saving her. “O-okay” she weakly replied. Riley watched her parents check out and took this time to have her morning pee. She was uncomfortable but not desperate, but she did not want to have to hold it all the way to the plane. She went to the lobby bathroom which was very clean and fancy looking. She walked into a stall and quickly pulled down her sweatpants she always wore while on plane rides and sat down. She immediately started peeing a hard stream. She sighed as relief overcame her, relief from the pee and relief she would now not be desperate at the airport. She felt bad for her mom but figured herself being desperate to pee while her mom needed a poop wouldn’t help anything. She finished up and flushed and walked out. Riley would never admit it to anyone but she only washed her hands if it was a poo or people were in the bathroom. As Riley entered the lobby she heard a door close behind her, it was her dad coming out of the men’s room. She looked over to the counter to see her mom still standing there, stiff as a board, butt clenched, as the manager typed away on the computer. “Don’t worry Riley, your mom is a pro at holding this stuff, plus no use in all three of us suffering right,” he said smiling at her, though with a tad bit of concern on her face. They walked over to her, she glared at them and said “You both went?! Come on I gotta go too.” she said in a tone mixed with anger and disappointment. Riley felt bad for her mother, she truly did. But her dad was right, no use in all three of them suffering. Her dad simply wrapped his arm around her and said “Don’t worry, you’ll be at the airport and in that plane bathroom in no time.” “Oh no, no no no. I need to use it before we get on” she said, shaking her leg up and down. “We’ll miss our flight dear, you’ll be okay.” he said trying to sooth her. “Easy for her to say, you got to go.” she said straining a bit. The thought of her daughter and husband both getting relief, both getting all that pent up liquid out of them. It made her squirm. Not to mention the load knocking on her back door. Maria couldn’t remember the last time she skipped her morning poop, she always made sure she had enough time to go. She was usually bursting to go when she woke up anyways. Being forced to hold this long was torture, let alone all the way until she got on the plane. They finished checking out and walked out to wait for the shuttle, her mom wanted to try to sneak off to the bathroom but as soon as they got out there the shuttle pulled up. “Perfect timing!” her dad said happily. They got onto the shuttle and started the drive to the airport. It was just the three of them on board which meant her mom was free to hold without judgement. She immediately jammed her hand into her crotch. “Oh my god, I gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee.” she said squirming in her seat. While she was doing this Riley suddenly heard a sound that literally sounded like a duck, but she knew what it was. She had never really heard her mom fart, her mom was your typical mom, don't usually fart in front of anybody besides their husband. Her mom looked at her husband and said “John, I gotta poop so bad. You know I need my morning poop” she said jiggling in her seat. “I know, just think you’ll have relief soon.” he said trying to soothe his wife, he did feel a bit guilty that he got to pee earlier. It was only a ten minute ride to the about but for Riley’s mom it felt like an eternity. She kept passing gas every few minutes, some quiet, some loud enough for her husband and Riley to hear. One was so loud that she swore even the bus driver could hear it. She couldn’t lie, a bit of urine leaked into her panties when she ripped that fart. She jammed her hand harder into her crotch. It smelled awful, but Riley and her dad tried not to comment on it because they knew she was struggling. Finally they pulled up to the airport, when her mom stood up a spurt of pee shot out, making her panties a tad bit more damp before she regained control. She was also prairie-dogging her turd which had left a small streak in her underwear. She ripped one more fart, this one a juicy sound fart that was bassy sounding, before they left the bus. They walked in and got to TSA. Luckily Riley’s family traveled often and learned to pack light so they didn’t need to wait to check any bags. While they took off their belts and put their items in the bin, her mom continued to do a little bobbing up and down dance. When her mom had to go through the scanner she was required to spread her legs and put her arms up, this caused another spurt to come shooting out again. They put their stuff back on and went rushing towards the gate. “Please honey, please tell me we have time for a bathroom break.” Her mom said running with one hand jammed in her crotch and with a flushed face. “I’m sorry sweetheart, the plane is boarding already.” They got to their gate just as a voice came booming over the intercom “Last call for flight 2309A to Cleveland.” They quickly gave their attendant their tickets and walked onto the plane. “Oh my god, oh my god” she kept whispering over and over again. They got to their seats and luckily for her mom, they were right next to the bathroom. She considered asking the flight attendant if she could use it real quick, but she’s flown enough to know they couldn’t during takeoff and would have to wait until they’ve gotten high enough. The seating order went: Riley’s dad at the end, Riley in the middle and her mom with the aisle seat. As the plane taxied and began preparing for takeoff her mom couldn't stop squirming. “I can make it, I can make it” she kept saying over and over again. As the plane started picking up speed she heard her mom rip a squeaky sounding fart that was very high pitch. She blushed as the woman in the aisle seat next to her looked over then quickly looked away as to try and not embarrass her, but Riley’s mom knew she heard. The plane took off and went higher and higher into the air. The whole time Riley’s mom was squirming in her seat, trying to hold back a night’s worth of urine and shit. She ripped another fart, causing her to blush hard again as this one was wetter sounding and stinker. She had done a good job not leaking anymore, but the log was a little further down and had definitely caused a skid mark in her panties. Finally a ding went off on the plane and the seatbelt sign went off. Before they could even come over the intercom and announce that they were free to move about the cabin her mom ripped her seatbelt off and bolted into the bathroom. Inside she quickly locked the door and ripped down her yoga pants. The whole time all she could think was “Don’t let it come out, you’re so close.” She hit the toilet seat and a gush of urine came out. As the urine blasted the water her first log that had been peeking out immediately dropped into the toilet with a gigantic plop noise, the second log followed closely and a third one followed in session. She couldn’t help but loudly moan as the shit fell out of her and her pee came out. As her pee continued going she let out a squeaky sounding fart that echoed in the bowl, and a fourth much smaller log fell with a *plink* in the water. Finally after two minutes her pee began to die down. She was finally done, and she had never felt better in her life. She began wiping and flushed, washed her hands and opened the door. Waiting in line was the lady who was sitting across from her, who had heard her fart. Riley’s mom blushed and looked at her feet as she walked out and let her in. The bathroom smelled terrible and she had left a few skid marks in the toilet. She sat back in her seat and sighed. “Better?” her husband asked, smiling at her. “Much.” she replied back smiling and grabbing his hand.

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

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....

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

Dakota’s Revenge (Introduction) “Emmie, today’s the day.” “Really? You have everything prepared already?” “Yep. And I’m sure you have your part of the plan ready?” “Everyone else and I will be gone all day tomorrow. You’ll have the whole dorm to yourself and those three.” “Excellent,” Dakota smiled as she finished the last bit of her essay for History class. “And just like that, I’m done with all my homework for this month and next month. And now that that’s all done, it’s time to get revenge on Courtney and her cronies.” “I’ll go make sure everyone’s still on board.” As Emmie left her dorm room, Dakota looked on at her computer, glaring at the thought of Courtney and her two cronies; Alexis and Penny. Those three made her hold in her pee for 24 hours with the threat of getting her expelled from school, all because she had copied a couple of answers from Courtney’s test. Dakota had to go to the hospital to check her bladder, but what made her even angrier was that Courtney had basically threatened to ruin her family’s life by getting her expelled. Dakota was the only member of her family to make it to college which was only because of the scholarship she worked weeks to get, and she wasn’t going to let some rich bitch who never knew a thing of how it felt to not even have enough money to afford a permanent home make her parents any more miserable. “They’re all going with me, Dakota,” Emmie said, poking her head through the door. Dakota nodded with a smile on her face before grabbing her phone and dialing up several numbers. Dakota couldn’t think of a time when she had been more excited, and she began laughing out of excitement before the person on the other side answered the phone. The Next Day… Courtney woke up from her slumber, rising into a seated position. As she emitted a yawn, Courtney’s stomach immediately began rumbling, which Courtney disregarded at first, assuming it was just because she was hungry. However, as her stomach continued grumbling, Courtney realized that it wasn’t because she was hungry; it was because she had to poop. That, along with her bladder feeling like a full water balloon, immediately woke her up and got her rocketing out of bed and to her bathroom. However, when Courtney went to open the door, she realized that the doorknob was broken, rendering it completely unusable and trapping her out of the bathroom. “What the hell!?” Courtney yelled, kicking her bathroom door in frustration before running out of her room, still in her pajamas. When she got into the hallway, Courtney saw Penny and Alexis outside as well, holding their stomachs in the same way she was. “You guys too?” Courtney asked as Penny and Alexis turned to Courtney while shaking, as holding in their productions was getting harder and harder. “Yeah! Like, I tried to go to our bathroom, but someone literally destroyed our toilet. Like…it’s in pieces right now!” Alexis yelled, letting out a guttural fart that echoed throughout the empty hallways. “And nobody else is here! It’s so weird. We tried to ask other people to use their bathrooms, but almost nobody is here,” Penny explained. Courtney couldn’t believe what she was hearing; everyone in the dorms was gone and their toilets were completely unusable. While Courtney was trying to wrap her head around this situation, she heard a toilet flush coming from down the hall. Penny and Alexis heard this too, and they saw Courtney’s roommate, Eliza, come out of someone’s dorm room. “Thanks for letting me use your bathroom, Dakota. I didn’t want to make a mess before heading out with everyone!” Eliza called out as she ran out of Dakota’s room. Courtney cringed when she heard that name, remembering Dakota as the person who cheated off her test. Luckily, in Courtney’s mind, Dakota seemed to learn her lesson after she was forced to hold her pee in for 24 hours. The three women didn’t really want to ask Dakota for help but realizing it was either that or using the carpeted floor as a toilet, the three of them rushed to Dakota’s room, keeping the door open as they barged into her room. “Oh hi girls, what can I do for you?” Dakota asked. If Courtney and her friends weren’t keeping an ocean of liquid shit and piss from spilling out of them, they would’ve been suspicious about the excess honey that was dripping from her voice. “You can let us use your bathroom!” Alexis yelled before doubling over to fight off a massive cramp. Dakota sat up from her chair, walked over to her bathroom door, and wiggled a key in front of the girls’ faces. “Hmmmm…Nah.” Dakota then locked the door to her bathroom, putting the key back in her pocket. “What do you mean ‘Nah’!?” “I mean ‘Nah’. Why would I let you three rich skanks use my bathroom?” The three girls were incredulous at the tone Dakota was taking with them. A month ago, Dakota was letting them walk all over her and do whatever they wanted to her. This could be because she wanted to make sure she stayed in college, but either way, Dakota’s attitude was shocking to them. However, it wasn’t quite shocking enough for Alexis. “Look Dakota, you better let us use that bathroom or I’ll--!” “Oh, I know the three of you can beat me up, but you won’t. “What the hell makes you think---!?” Dakota shut Alexis up by showing off several pictures in her hands. “These are pictures of the three of you using fake IDs to get into a nearby bar. Now call me crazy, but I don’t think a prestigious college like this one would really want their students to go break the law like that,” Dakota explained, causing the color on Courtney’s face to completely vanish. “What…what the hell are you getting at, Dakota?” “Do you need it spelled out for you? I’m the one who put you in this position,” Dakota confessed, causing the three girls to look at her in shock. “That’s right, I had someone I know destroy your bathrooms, I got everyone out of the dorms, and I also locked you in my room. You have nowhere to go, which means we’re playing by one of my rules,” Dakota further explained as the girls sighed in shock and fear as Penny looked up at Dakota. “So what do you have planned? You’re going to make us hold all this for 24 hours?” Penny asked, pointing at her bloated midsection as Dakota bit her lips in enjoyment. “Oh no, I have something a little more…embarrassing and fun planned for you three,” Dakota explained, moving from in front of her desk, revealing a camera on top of her computer. On her computer screen, Dakota had Twitch opened up, primed to go live. “See, a good way to make a quick buck is playing on Twitch. But as the memories of that faithful day kept playing and playing in my mind, I realized that I could use my Twitch account for my revenge. Basically, I’m going to stream your desperation and the results of your desperation live on Twitch to about…oh! 2000 followers, that’s more than I usually get,” Dakota explained. Before any of the three girls could voice their objections, Dakota then brought out a blackboard with Courtney, Alexis, and Penny’s names on them with five red tally marks underneath each one of their names. “I promised my Twitch followers something big today, and today, you guys are going to compete for the opportunity to use the toilet.” “And what if we refuse.” “I mean, you can do that, but if you do, I’ll go to the Dean and show him these pictures. And either way, you’re locked in, and Twitch will still see you guys make a mess of yourselves,” Dakota explained, taking an unprecedented amount of joy in the squirming and moaning that Courtney and her entourage were doing. “…what…what do we have to do?” Courtney asked, not being able to hold her head up. “I’m glad you asked. See, this is a scoreboard, and since you’re all pieces of shit, I docked you 5 points. You have -5 points, and if you want me to unlock the bathroom for you, you have to get positive 5 points. And to get those points, you have to answer questions about…me,” Dakota explained, pointing to herself as she turned to her streaming camera and clicked the button to go live while the rest of the girls looked on in worry since they barely knew Dakota at all. “Hey guys, as you can see, I just finished explaining the rules of our little game to these three. I’ve told you why I want to get my revenge on these three, so I want you all to give me some questions that you want me to ask them. I have a few ideas myself, but if you guys have questions as well, let me know,” Dakota said to her chat before looking at her victims from the corner of her eye, taking in more pleasure hearing the moans and seeing the squirming of her bullies. “And with that out of the way, let’s get the fun started!” Dakota exclaimed, clapping her hands together, rubbing them in anticipation as Courtney and her friends looked on in concern while they tried to maintain their hold on their bladder and bowels. Based on @Jailor Eckman 's 'Off Limits' comic. I have no idea how it's going to continue or how it's going to end, but I decided to create a scenario where Dakota finally gets some revenge against her bullies, who made her hold pee for 24 hours. And yes, they gave me their blessing to do this fanfiction. Also, comment on what questions you want Dakota to ask her bullies. I don't know if I'll get the answers to questions about Dakota right, but still sounds like something fun.

Recently, I've been trying to find audio stories of female desperation and accidents but not having much success. Since that was the case, I fooled around with an already written story and a text narrator I found online. The end product actually turned out pretty good so I thought I'd post it here to see if anyone else liked it too. Some of the pronounciations and things are a little off, but frankly I expected much worse. The text narrator I used came from here: https://readloud.net/english/american/32-female-voice-kendra.html As a word of warning, the first time I went to use it, the site took me elsewhere for some clickbait bs, but I went back and it worked fine after. The story came from here: http://ripplesstoryindexrebornpoo.blogspot.com/2017/05/i-want-to-force-force-girl-to-poop-her.html This story was not written by me. However, some of the story was re-written by me to make more sense gramatically and to be easier to read for the narrator. All credit for the story still goes to its original creator. Hope you all enjoy, and please let me know what you think. Theres's a good chance I'll continue using this for my own enjoyment so if others want it too I'd love to know. Cheers, James_ Perfect Butt In Tight Laxative Pants.mp3

I wonder if I can be accepted by the poop community (god that sounds so funny to me)... Because I'd love to see some super desperation in that regard, but I'm not into the messing part whatsoever. I'd really like to find enema desperation (but the girl ultimately makes it to the pot)...but it's extremely hard to find. Does my interest have much good content?

Hey guys, Last Halloween was eventful, and this Halloween was even more so. It was like, sensory overload. Not just with all of the events that I went to, which were exciting enough in and of themselves, but also the desperation sightings, which there were many. Very many. Some of which were very intense; there were even a few ladies that definitely needed to poop, which I’ve never seen at a bar or club before. I thought that I might see a few desperate ladies while I was out, but it definitely wasn’t something on the forefront of my mind. For some reason, it was everywhere this past weekend, and I have more than a few sightings to share with you guys. There’s a lot of them, so I won’t be posting them all at once. For the two poop desperation sightings I had, which were incredible, I’ll definitely mark it for those that want to skip it. For now, here is your first sighting: *********** I went out over a 2- day period. I went out on Halloween, and the night after, since there were still a few events going on that night. I had a sick ass costume. I ended up going as a detective, and people actually thought that I was a cop. They were like, “have a good night Officer,” and asking me for directions. Little things here and there, everyone walked in a bubble around me, it was pretty funny! At the first club I went to, this actually lead to my first sighting. I was standing in the “lobby” area of the club, away from all of the noise and the dance floor. I needed to make a phone call, but it was still too loud, so I just stood there texting. The bathroom was in the corner, and there was a line starting to form, leading out into the lobby, and it eventually stretched over to where I was standing. Naturally, this raised an eyebrow for me. I’m not omo- minded 24/7, but anytime I see a long ladies line, I can’t help but take some interest. There were some very pretty ladies in line, but only one seemed squirmy. She was excessively squirmy actually, her restlessness was definitely driven by a full bladder. She was stepping from foot to foot, and had one of her fists clenched. She crossed her legs and rocked too and fro. Not vivaciously, but just enough for the trained eye to know that she had to pee, uncomfortably so. She also looked a little unsteady on her feet, she probably had a lot to drink. She was about 10 feet away from me or so, as I subtly checked her out. She looked Hispanic, 5’4”, with respectable curves, dressed in a devil costume (ironically). She was pretty cute. But as I eyed her from close by, she suddenly turns to me, legs still crossed, and smiled a sultry smile. I felt myself blush a little, having been caught checking her out. I was feeling pretty confident though, so I smiled at her back. ”Hi there,” I mouthed over the loud music. She gave me a cute wave, and tried to mouth something. I mouthed back that I couldn’t hear her. In response, she stepped out of line, with quite a few ladies waiting behind her. I noticed this but said nothing. ”I said I like your costume,” she said, “are you actually a cop? You look like one!” ”You like a man in uniform huh?” I teased, as she crossed her legs again, this desperate woman now face to face with me, squirming subtly. ”Of course I do! Cops are badass! Are you a cop? Or the military?” ”No, but I did a ride along once!” We continued talking. Her name was “Bianca,” so we’ll call her, and she’s an orthodontist. Honestly, a very interesting person! Over the course of 5 minutes, she started cozying up to me, and at one point, she grabbed my hand, and put it around the small of her back. She had definitely been drinking. I was pretty buzzed too, but as much as I was enjoying her company, I was definitely not on the same level she was, and I could tell she wanted something I wasn’t comfortable enough to give her. ”Who are you here with? Where are you friends? Why aren’t they waiting with you?” ”Oh they went to get me a drink while I waited in line!” ”You probably should’ve stayed in line! Look how long it is now!” I said, pointing to the line. ”Oh my gosh I know, I have to pee so bad!” She giggled, and did an exaggerated pee dance. She stepped in place and clenched her fists at her sides, hunching over with a desperate but humorous smile on her face. ”You should get back in line before you make a scene!” I teased, looking at her squirming legs. ”How would I make a scene?” She asked dumbly. ”Well if you wait any longer your going to have to pee even more.” ”Oh my god I knoowwwww!” She giggled, bouncing up and down. “Wait in line with me!” We got in line together, and now she was actively stepping back and forth, first little steps, then larger steps. We flirted back and forth, and occasionally she would cross her legs and lean on me when I made her laugh. I was incredibly aroused, but I knew I shouldn’t do anything. After awhile she moaned and crossed her legs, and grabbed the cuffs of her daisy dukes. She was clearly desperate. It would’ve been obvious to anyone. Her butt wiggled around as she squirmed, and I couldn’t help but stare as she turned to look for her friends, legs crossed and bouncing lightly in place. Shortly after that, her friends came back with drinks, each one of them with a varying level of sobriety. They were super rowdy, and one of them was immediately confrontational with me. She asked me why I was in the ladies line, and of course, I told her that her friend Bianca asked me to keep her company. The sober friend defused the situation, and I politely introduced myself. Also a very nice woman, very pretty too. She thanked me for staying with Bianca, she didn’t know how drunk Bianca was going to get. By then, I was trying to head back to my group. They had been waiting for me, and they were starting to text me asking where I was at. “Bianca I gotta head back to my group. Lemme get your number real quick!” She gave me a dopey smile, and she pee danced back and forth, one foot in front of the other, as she gave my her number, and we exchanged each other's Instagrams. She tightly crossed her legs and smiled as I entered my information into her phone. ”Have a good night Officer Alex,” She drunkly giggled. I laughed, told her to stay out of trouble, and rejoined my group. I didn’t see her again the rest of the night.

Hi. So I have recently found this creator on ThisVid called SecretLover3. But the people posting her stuff do not seem to be her, so it is hard to find more of her stuff. I was wondering, if somebody has her videos or knew where to find them. I have these so far: https://thisvid.com/videos/desperate-panty-poop19/ https://thisvid.com/videos/girl-poop-desperation/ https://thisvid.com/videos/phone-panty-poop/ https://thisvid.com/videos/desperate-panty-poop5/ (long) https://thisvid.com/videos/desperate-panty-poop19/ (short) https://thisvid.com/videos/panty-poop-washing-dishes/ https://thisvid.com/videos/desperate-hold/ https://thisvid.com/videos/9replace/ She also seems to be active on reddit... https://www.reddit.com/user/secretlover3/

Hey guys, I thought I might elaborate on a one of the ladies, which I had mentioned in another thread, that I suspected of being into omorashi on some level, based on a summary of events, and a few specific experiences in particular. We’ll call her May; she was more than likely into pee desperation, and possibly into messing herself as well. She wore glasses, had a cute face, and was like 5’4” with beige skin, and respectable assets. She was adorable, and we would flirt on and off whenever we saw each other. She always struck me as a sweet girl, and I didn’t want to corrupt her, which I totally felt like I would. It wasn’t until later though, that I saw she had a naughty side to her. We were at the beach one day, with a few other friends, and she couldn’t help but mess with a few of our sleeping friends. She actually drew a dick with sunscreen on one of their backs, and let them get sunburned in the shape of said dick. That was my first cue that she wasn’t so innocent. My second cue was when she decided it would be a good idea to slap my ass. I told her, jokingly “I don’t do double standards, so if you’re gonna slap my ass I’m gonna have to slap yours.” Shitty reasoning, I know. But she smiled mischievously, and said, “well fair is fair!” And offered me a turn. I, of course took this as a cue to turn up the flirting. But it wasn’t till later that evening that I got the third cue: dinner. We had been walking around for awhile, and she was starting to whine about needing to pee. She was very vocal about it. To anyone else it might’ve seemed like she was just unashamed. But I could tell, by the way she was talking about it, she was gauging for reaction. She was stepping from foot to foot, wiggling her butt around, and walking in place. I started to tease her, “you look like you’re running a marathon!” “I’ve had to pee for hours now Alex, I have to go really bad!” She replied, with a nervous smile. “Why didn’t you go before? There’s like, bathrooms everywhere!” I pushed, wanting to see he reasoning. “Because,” she said, smiling, “I didn’t have to go that bad.” “So you have to wait till you’re dancing around to go pee?” “Well that’s usually a good time to go I think!” “Better hope you don’t get stuck in traffic like that!” “Oh I already did.” “Did you make it?” She giggle shyly, “Hahaha.... no, no I didn’t...” “YOU PEED YOUR PANTS!?” I asked, incredulously. “Yes, yes, I peed my pants!” She smiled, “The minute I got out of the car it was like, everywhere.” “You haven’t learned your lesson have you?” At this, she gave a cute little smirk, and a wry smile, which caught me altogether by surprise. I mean, I was just having fun. I’m super discreet when it comes to talking about bodily functions, at least as far as my interest goes. But she gave me some sort of “knowing look,” the “wouldn’t you like to know” look. I felt myself blush instantly, as she said, “obviously not, you can’t tell?” She returned to he friendly smile, but else crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot. “You better go soon or you’ll be in trouble,” I advised, amorously. “I’m a big girl, I can handle this!” But it seemed that’s all she wanted to do: handle it. For the next 30 min or so, we walked around the beach town, looked at stores, window shopped, all that jazz. The whole time, she was stepping from foot to foot, crossing her legs, and walking on the spot. For me, it was a clear indication that, a) she knew I found some sort of interest in her needs, and b) she had an interest in her needs herself Nothing conclusive at this point, but it was all I needed to make my night. I was practically drooling, watching her legs squirm back and forth, not frantically, but just enough that anyone who looked could tell she was in some state of restlessness. She would cross her legs and bob slowly, deliberately. She had a mildly anxious look on her face, but nothing That said urgency. It said, “I’m uncomfortable, but I can wait.” She was long past the point where anyone trying to be comfortable would’ve forgone a restroom for the sale of convenience. There were restrooms everywhere, she could go when she wanted. But she didn’t she kept doing her subtle pee dance, and I kept watching. I’d like to think she knew I was watching, and she was doing it to tease me. There was an incident that I had described here before, where she had done just that, very deliberately. But at this time, it was just fantasy. Still, I couldn’t help but notice that she had to pee fairly bad, and refused to go, which was enough to make my mind wander. Eventually, we went to a restaurant, and sat down to eat. She sat there with all of us, and subtly wriggled and squirmed next to my friend. He asked her what was wrong, and she said “I have to pee.” Freaking guy. He said, “well no ones stopping you!” Laughing, and pointing in the direction of the bathrooms. May nervously and briskly got up, now that her seating pee dancing was seemingly no longer welcome. I hate him for that. She came back, and I asked her, “Did everything come out okay?” She giggled and said, “Yes, I was very hydrated.” And that was the evening right there, nothing really intense after that. In fact, nothing other than friendly conversation for the rest of that night, despite the flirting. But later the next week, I got the most deliberate recognition and appeal to my fetish that I’d ever seen from anyone other than my girlfriend.

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

Heads up this is mostly poop desperation, but no messing. So today I went in to the the dentist, just for a cleaning. As the hygienist was taking me back to the room, I noticed her looking around. It seemed like she was looking for someone or something. I didn't pay any notice to it at the time. As I sat down, she introduced herself as Carrie. She was in her late 30s, Latina, medium build, gorgeous hair. She definitely had a milf energy to her. We shared some friendly yet mostly awkward banter because that shit is always awkward at the dentist, and she began to clean my teeth. Seeing her up close, I noticed she had beads of sweat on her forehead, which is understandable. It was a hot room and she had been working all morning. Again I didn't think anything of it at the time. As she worked in silence, suddenly her stomach loudly grumbled. I assumed she'd make a joke about not having time to eat breakfast that morning or something, anything to break the silence. But there are no words exchanged. She continued cleaning and I just sat there until her stomach once again growled, this time louder. Again we both remained silent. I think to myself "man she must be really hungry, this is so awkward that we're not addressing this." After that thought, her stomach starts going off. It gurgled in 5 to 10 second periods for the next two minutes. And with my head laying down near her stomach, it sounded like a full on orchestra. That's when I realized something interesting might be happening. Stomachs don't sound like that when your hungry, at least for me. Mine only sounds like that when I'm really sick or really need to go to the bathroom. In that moment all the clues came together in my mind, and I had to ask the question, does this girl need to poop? Soon afterwards she grabbed the little tool that shoots water into your mouth. She starts using it and I see her grip very subtly tighten as high pressure water shoots out. Naturally my imagination goes wild, but the majority of my brain is still telling me that I'm reading into this situation way to much. Her stomach continued to give her trouble and I just tried to stare strait ahead. At one point I caught a glimpse of her face and her cheeks were beet read. So while this was super hot, I felt a lot of empathy for her and hoped that all this was a construct of my sick imagination. Or at the very least hoped that she would make it to the bathroom. Carrie then got up to get another tool of some kind, and naturally I had to look at how she was walking. It was fairly obvious to see, this girl was clenching and walking somewhat slow and stiff. I couldn't believe it, this very attractive woman was desperate to poop, and maybe pee as well. I could myself getting red as well, and the considered the ludicrous situation I was in. I saw Carrie look up with a look of relief as she noticed another attendant in the hall. She told me she'd be back in a minute and walked out the room with her arms crossed. Unfortunately I couldn't hear their conversation, but Carrie quickly came back in the room and went to look over some charts. The idea that she begged that girl to watch me as she rushed to the ladies room was unstoppable. I couldn't help not gazing at her as she was forced to bend down to look over her papers. She had a really nice butt, which made my dilemma of not getting a full on erection in this dentist chair difficult. As she held some papers with one hand, the other found its way to hovering above her upper thigh. I saw her fingers wiggling, like they would really love to grab a certain something. She then sat down, crossed her legs, and learned forward as she finished giving me the flossing spiel. We scheduled my next appointment and she walked me to the front, with me watching from behind very intently. Now I can't confirm what she did next, but she did turn the corner which leads directly to the bathrooms, so a man can dream. And that was that. I'm not even really into poop/messing content but it was a super arousing experience. I really can't confirm if she was actually desperate, but all the clues seemed to point to that. It was really like a fantasy scenario come to life, I felt like it had to be documented as nothing like that has ever happened to me.