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WARNING: THIS CONTAINS MESSING AND PANTY POOP. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE THIS KIND OF THING!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! So here is the largely requested poop desperation content. Some of it is less desperation and more panty poop but hope you all enjoy it. Another great source for poop desperation on tumblr is Katannauk. She posts great pictures and stories of poop desperation. https://katannauk.tumblr.com/ There is a lot of great poop content on xpee's panty poop section. http://www.xpee.com//videos/category/25/panty-poop But if you dont want to sort through all of that her are a couple good ones http://www.xpee.com/video/24528/panty-poop-desperation http://www.xpee.com/video/1460/desperate-girl-pooping-in-her-own-panties http://www.xpee.com/video/20821/desperate-wife-has-to-poop-in-pantyhose Also here is a story i stumbled upon. maybe you would enjoy it. https://www.wattpad.com/161305044-sasha's-desperation-the-rush/page/2 As i find more content i will post it. There may be content on xvideos or pornhun but im not sure. Please feel free to post more content in the comments. Thanks guys. -Audrey

Hey guys, So I just found this recently on YouTube. It looks like an interesting and very entertaining game, but I don’t have a clue what it’s called or where I can find it. In fact, I’ve scoured the comments section and the no one knows the name, nor is the owner telling anyone where the game came from. Frustrating ? If anyone can point me/ everyone else in the right direction, that’d be awesome! **** On a side note, are there any other games like this that I haven’t seen yet?

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.

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.

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...

So, this... isn't a wetting story, as you can probably tell from the tags. I was reminded of this by a recent thread, and thought I'd share for anyone else like me who enjoys the messier stuff. I'm not what you'd call a fanatical runner - I'm not gonna be doing any marathons anytime soon. In fact I've generally hated exercise - I'm tall and slim, so occasionally people think I must be fit, but they are wildly mistaken. But a couple of years ago I started Couch to 5k, and for the first time in my life I understood what people meant when they said that exercise makes you feel good. But something else I discovered very quickly was runner's cramps. Not leg cramps, either. Because my God does running make me need the toilet. Not diarrhoea - I very seldom get the runs - just urgency, out of the blue. I learned pretty quickly to try and take care of that stuff first if I could. Haha. Hahahaha. Ha. A month or two back, I was out for a run. There's a nice place pretty close to where I live, with a nature reserve, some nice hills, nice views. It's all off road, so no traffic, and if you go in the middle of the day there aren't too many people, aside from a few dog walkers. Perfect. I was a couple of miles in, going along at a nice steady pace with my earphones in - breathe in, breathe out, in, out - when it hit me like a sack of bricks. Sudden, intense, cramping fullness. All of a sudden, I really needed to go. Now... I'm not sure how to put this, but I've never really been great about keeping my knickers clean. (It used to drive my parents nuts when I was a kid. The doctor said it was a phase. It really wasn't.) I don't have a medical problem or anything like that (well, I have IBS), but for someone who doesn't have a problem I sure have a lot of accidents. I just... when the urge comes on, it comes on strong, and while I enjoy the feeling of desperation, the instinct to push is a whole lot stronger than the instinct to cling on for dear life. It's not like being desperate to pee, where my instinct is to squirm and bounce and hold on for as long as I can; and it's not involuntary in the same way as wetting myself is, or like having the runs is. I think it's just that for whatever reason, 80% of my brain would rather just soil myself than wait another five minutes to get to the front of the toilet queue, so the remaining 20% has learned to shout very loudly when accidents aren't an option. So I wasn't exactly a stranger to crapping my pants - it's nothing I hadn't done before. But even so, there was a rush of instinctive panic along with the sudden contraction of my bowels. For one thing, there are no amenities at all in this place, and I was a couple of miles from home at this point. There aren't even any woods or bushes to speak of, it's just meadow. And for another thing, it didn't feel like just giving into an overwhelming urge like it usually does. Without really thinking about it, I stopped, leaned on the fence beside me, and it just happened - I felt my body push, and my knickers filled with shit. Not diarrhoea, just soft warm mostly-formed poo. It was over in a second, maybe two - it was so intense that my knees went weak and I had to hang onto the fence for a moment. The relief was incredible - almost orgasmic. I hung on there panting slightly for probably a few more seconds, before I zoned back in and realised how much trouble I was in. There were a couple of walkers a way behind me, and I have absolutely no clue whether they realised I'd had an accident. I was wearing black lycra leggings for running in, and although they hid the fact that I'd wet myself at the same time, a tentative feel with my hand told me that the warm bulge in my knickers was kind of obvious. (I don't know why it didn't occur to me to dig a hole and empty them or something, but it didn't.) Because I was out running, I didn't have a jacket or anything to tie around my waist, either. So I turned around and went back the way I came. I tried running, but it felt really gross and things started chafing, so I walked most of the way. Twice I had to veer off the path to keep my distance from dog walkers, and once from another runner - even though it was outside, they would have smelled me if I'd come close. I have no idea whether they could tell anyway - I didn't dare look at them! It was worse when I got back to the main road - I slunk down the side streets like a criminal, hoping desperately that nobody would see me while strangely titillated by the idea that they might. It was kind of thrilling, but I was still super relieved when I made it back into my house and could clean up at last - I definitely needed a shower, and my underwear was a write-off. So I didn't run as far as I'd intended that day! Mostly though I was just grateful that I hadn't 1) been caught 2) had the runs. That would have been a much messier and nastier story...

NOTE!!!!! So a year ago or so I wrote this story in chapters but it was way too unrealistic, and became sloppy since I didn't know where to go. It was never finished. So while the character's and some events are the same, the premise is different. The story remastered as one LONG EPIC piece. With an ending. This is ALL FICTION. None of this is real. It has one unrealistic part, you'll know when. Hope you like it. At Jenkins University, it was nighttime, and the whole campus was pretty much closed, but the parking lot was packed. It was the Jenkins Female Choir performance led by the late thirties aged Ms. Calwiki with short brown hair, was dressed like the rest of her twenty something year old students: tight black dress pants, high heels (though Calwiki due to foot problems had to wear girlish, black dress shoes) and a white top shirt. Calwiki had long sleeves on. Jennie, Jo, and Nikki were all brunettes. Jo had her hair in a ponytail while the other two let theirs hang down. Nikki wore a sleeveless white top to show her long, tan arms. Jennie had dress pants with thin, white lines as design down the blackness. Lily was an average-height blonde with wavy hair with a little fat, but still damn cute and sexy in that black and white pattern top and black skirt and heels. Kelsey the same but with black hair, and Tyra, an African American girl with a cool attitude and brown short curly hair. She and Jennie had the roundest butts in the tight black pants. "Everyone, five minutes," said Emily from the stage. She was on the production team. A short, punk rock girl with black straight hair, and that night had a black shirt and tight blue jeans that went over her small but nice shaped butt. "Oh Emily!" Tyra said. "Come try these brownies Dean Maxline made for us." Dean Maxline spoke with Calwiki in the corner. Maxline was a very tall blonde woman who wore high heels that night with tight dark gray pants and an orange shirt. Emily shrugged and took one, having bit into something she would regret later on. They all would. Some of their panties as well. Just cause their pants were black, didn't mean they covered stink, loads that could fall down the openings, etc. "Girls," Calwiki called out. "Let's head on stage." As they started to head out Maxline sucked some more of her extra large coffee with double sugar. She caught glimpse of Tyra who stood still for a moment and held her belly. She looked a bit uncomfortable. Once on stage the girls had lined up. The auditorium was full. Calwiki finished her third brownie, they were so delicious they covered the accidental poison inside. All the girls had felt a little antsy as a pressure built up in their lower bellies. Not pee, though. Maxline drank more of her coffee and watched from the side with Emily as Calwiki turned to the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said. "Did you just assume our gender?" Someone from the audience yelled. Calwiki ignored it. She continued, "It is my great pleasure tonight to bring you an act of these beautiful ladies. We still-Ergh!" Calwiki moaned as she grasped her stomach as a harsh, hot tight pain shot through. Her tight legs at the knees turned inwards. "S-sorry." As Calwiki continued, Emily from the side said, "I wonder what that was about. Is she okay?" Dean Maxline said, "She's at where I want everyone to be. We have professionals who want to invest in our schools art program. Everyone needs to work hard and get through tonight." Emily gave a shrug. They did have to impress. "Dean Maxline, what do you-OOOH!" Emily moaned as she crouched down and held her stomach. Her legs staying together shut tight. She felt a heavy, burning feeling that she recognized. "What...what was that?" Maxline sucked more on her large coffee. "Powerscrap brand ingredients added to my brownies." "Powerscrap? Aren't they a health industry? With losing weight. What ingredient?" "Something guaranteed to clean a stomach out." Emily froze and her eyes widened. Her lips trembled as she felt the pain worsening. She could tell looking at the girls on stage by their faces that they were experiencing some discomfort as well. Emily said, “Dean why did you do that?” Maxline tapped her foot in annoyance. “It’s to clean the nerves out of the stomach. Relax.” “That’s not what clean out the stomach means!” Emily felt like she would explode as the brown dark force ran through her intestines and tried to fire out of her ass. Emily stood up straight squeezing her ass cheeks together as tight as possible. She ran from stage and to the auditorium's one ladies room. It was a single person restroom. They had a small school so most bathrooms were singles. Saved money. She reached for the door and grabbed the handle...LOCKED ! "Oh no," Emily said in fear. Maxline came up. "Back to work now. You can go during intermission." Emily squirmed in her spot next to a door which locked behind was her key to relief and not messing up her pants in a humiliating public fashion. “Dean Maxline. I really gotta go!” She bounced. Dean Maxline continued to tap her foot louder and harder than before with a hand pushing on her waist. “I’ve had three of these coffees in the last hour to keep me awake. I have to go too, but it can wait. Now come on we need you on stage. I’ll call the janitor to come unlock the restroom.” Emily bounced left to right as he feet shuffled on the floor, so her body could try to contain the growing, burning load within. She started to sweat. Her tight jeans showed stretched marks at the bottom of her round butt as her legs stayed tight. Emily looked left no right in confusion and paranoia. She squeaked. Put her hands in her pockets, grasped her fingers on the inside against her private area, and walked back with Dean Maxline with her legs tight and butt cheeks in those tight jeans moving back and forth. Ms. Calwiki was a bit desperate at this point. She knew she needed to go to the bathroom. Really badly. She tapped her conductor stick on the podium, held her arms up, and flicked to direct the girls. They sang "A Hard Harsh Pressure." The words strained the bellies of all the poor girls. Jennie and Tyra, next to each other in their tight black pants. Jennie had the white line design on hers, Tyra's pants were much tighter and less made of dress fabric. Both of the girls butts held so tight lines formed down their cracks and their pants went in. Lily put her hands in her pocket as she felt her belly expand. Nikki was the same way but had her hands against her crotch as she waved back and forth and crossed her legs. Kelsey had her arms tight against her sides. Jo was the same way. She remembered how bad she had to pee earlier that day, and almost wet herself in calculus. Now she was facing a poop problem. She could not have an accident. They went on to their next song, and by this point all of the girls have felt like they had to go VERY bad for almost half an hour. Especially Tyra. Her feeling hit her before they even got on stage. Dean Maxline sucked down the rest of her coffee.. Maxline looks down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Emily had her legs crossed and crouched down bent at the knees, bouncing up and down. She had been working all day since early morning and had to drink a couple energy drinks to keep her going. The poor girl felt like she would bust any second. In the audience, a woman had gotten up as she felt their drinks from dinner had caught up with them. Lucy, with dark hair and sort of chubby legs in a black skirt walked to the bathrooms. She had a dark pink top as well, and black dress jacket and was in her late twenties. She reached the bathroom and grabbed the door knob. Locked. She knocked. In a voice of discomfort, "Excuse me, is anyone in there?" Lucy knocked again as she felt her belly rumble. "Hello? Is this occupied or not? I really gotta go." After forty-five minutes, four songs, intermission had come. The audience clapped but it meant nothing to those on stage desperate out of their freaking minds at this point ready to explode into their panties and nice pants. Emily struggled as she closed the curtain, and Calwiki and the girls ran off stage to the toilet. Emily said to Maxline, "You gggotta let us in now." Maxline nodded, in slight annoyance, and they went off. Emily knew she would pop in her pants soon if she didn't take care of business. She held her butt cheeks together as a sharp load of poop that would destroy her pantie and jeans painfully tried to slice out between her ass. She froze at the horror. The choir of girls stood behind a very desperate Lucy. Lucy had her hands under her skirt to plug up her pee hole that was ready to burst open and cover the floor in a yellow puddle. Behind a faster bouncing Jo, then Lily, Kelsey, Nikki, Tyra, and behind them all was Jennie. All the choir girls shuffled their legs and feet in place as they were only a few feet from relief. Ms. Calwiki stood at the back of the line in disbelief with her hands in her crotch and legs inwards as they wobbled. Calwiki said in a quiet, strained voice, "This...no...no no!" Maxline shook her head as her foot tapped and made clicks in the heels as her own discomfort started in her bladder. Emily pulled on Maxlines sleeve. "Dean! There's no way I can wait in that line. I'm going to explode. My stomach is going to burst open." Maxline ignored and went to unlock the bathroom. "Your instructor gets to go first." Calwiki was desperate. But she shook her head. "No. Let my girls go first. They worked hard for tonight." They all loved Calwiki. Right in that spot Lucy's legs shuffled faster and she bounced like a mad woman. Her boobs jiggled as her tits erected from the stress and sweat pointed out. "Oh I'm gonna pop let me through!" As she headed in she was pushed aside by Emily who had her body alarms going off. Red alert! Emergency! Emily was going to explode. The fear of humiliation was too much to think about. How could she return to work or school again? How could any of them as they all felt the same dilemma. But Maxline held Emily away since she was not first. Emily fought and the girls in line squirmed and bounced as their need for a release grew. Lucy was distracted and some old lady ran by all of them with her decades of entitlement and occupied the one toilet. They were all shocked. Outside the door Lucy was fighting with the handle. Emily was knocking hard. Lucy's jaw dropped as she crossed her legs for she felt her body was finally giving up. She yelled through the door, "Hurry up already!" Jamie yelled from the back, "Yeah we have to go back on soon." They heard the toilet flush, and it increased all their desperation a more even though they had to poop. The knowing of what their relief could sound like made them want to surrender in their panties and pants there. Nikki almost passed out from the pulsing pain. Lily bounced and cried actual tears. The door opened, but for Emily it was too late. It was happening now. She ran from everyone. She quickly in tiny steps went down the stairs. She moaned, "Ah, ah, an. EEEEE ah!" She slammed her body against the doors and went outside, unbuttoned her jeans, was behind the bushes and literally a second from release. BUT....lights flashed at her. She quickly stood up and buttoned her jeans, the load still inside. It was campus police. The cop, he said, "Ms. What are you doing?" Emily sweated. "Me?!? Um, um, uh, I, I was just looking for some glasses I lost out here before." Her legs crossed tight. She had no idea how she held in all this. She put her hands on her hips. Her belly literally felt like it would rip open at the skin and splatter everywhere. The cop gave her a suspicious look. Lucy did not make it inside. Jo pushed her aside and went in and let it all out, avoiding an embarrassing accident. Lucy's eyes watered and she bit her lip as she watched someone down the hall take a sip from the water fountain and saw the streaming foreshadow do panties death. Dean Maxline stood there impatient, her hands firmly in her pockets as she tapped her foot in the heel hard and legs tight together. Maxline saw they only had enough time for one more person to go. "Forget the line. I'll choose who gets to go before we go back on stage." The girls shook. She pointed at one of them as Lucy stood on the side ignored by Maxline. Maxline pointed at one of the choir girls. "You get to go next." But who was it? Emily was outside, legs crossed in her tight jeans, her private area swollen as well as her belly. Her gut had intense burning that made her scared she would explode any second. She was going to finally take a bathroom break in the bushes, but now the cop was watching her. "Miss, you seem a bit unwell or something," he said. Emily shook. She sweated bullets. "I-I'm...I'm fine sssir." She rubbed her back to relax her muscles. Her hips moving back and forth as slow as she could make them go. She said quietly, "I'm going to burst like a waterfall of diarrhea in my panties." That fear of humiliation made her heart race and lose breath with anxiety. "Were you going to go to the bathroom in that bush? You know there are cameras around here right? And that's also illegal." Emily had tears of agony fall from her eyes. She said, "NNNo I wasn't going-going to do that." She was dying inside. Inside, Maxline pointed at………………………………Kelsey. "You have a solo young lady. You need focus. Go now. Fast." After the door opened Kelsey ran in there and almost popped a mess in her panties. As the door shut Lucy tried to rush inside but the Dean placed her leg out to block the poor audience member. Lucy bounced as her legs crossed. She pulled on her face as the pulses of agony became too much. She decided she would go outside, there was no choice, a couple drops leaked out. "I'm not gonna make it! I'm not gotta make it! Oh, but I have to!" She burst through the doors outside and was confronted by the campus cop and Emily who also shook from her desperation. Lucy sweated as her legs shook and her jaw dropped. "Mamm are you okay?" The cop asked. Lucy said, "I'm fine I just...I" she struggled to keep her words and thoughts together. She stared in horror as the outside sprinklers went off. Drops flung in the air and splashed. Flares of pain went into Lucy. Lucy bent over her waist as the pain was unbearable like a watery flame pushing through her. She held herself up by the door. Emily bit her bottom lip and placed her hands against her crotch. Tears fell from Lucy's eyes. It was coming. She felt the warm glist flow along her private part and her panties feeling a wee bit warmer. "Miss maybe you need to see a doctor. I'll call for some fluids." The word fluids hurt her as it was water like. "No..." she said in a breathless voice. People started to walk back inside since intermission ended and a crowd was around her. A good half dozen stopped and stared at the struggling woman on the verge of bursting. She grew so scared and turned red as all these people might she her, a grown woman, wet herself. Emily herself had her legs crossed so tight the jeans showed her muscles. Her boiling belly was erupting as it came from the bottom of her shirt balloon belly. She cried, but held back tears as much as she could. "Take some water." Someone held out a water bottle to Lucy and the liquid inside flowed from bottom to top. Lucy squirmed and said, "Ahhhhh stop please!" Her muscles weakened, oh poor woman why did the dean have to lock up the bathroom. This woman was not even in the choir. The sprinklers still going, and she felt herself start to leak. Both of tears and the other thing. More people were focused on Lucy than Emily even though both squirmed cried and sweated desperation. They had to go SOOOOOO bad. Their panties doomed. "Please...stop. Let me...oh nnnno NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Then BOOOOOM! Lucys bladder burst, and a large stream of pee echoed out of her burning and swollen private area. "NooooOOOOOOO!" She cried bloody tears. Her panties filled and were soaked and fell off her a little as the hot stream stained in a puddle around her. Her body was a faucet and people covered their mouths as liters poured out of her. The poor woman was so red and cried. Her legs, feet, heels, skirt and panties ruined from wetness. People around town who knew her and she would pass by remembering this humiliation. "Ahhhho," she moaned from the pain. The embarrassment and disbelief caused a panic that made the poor woman faint in her own puddle of pee. Boy would she stink when she woke up. "I have to get back to work!" Emily shouted as the sight of someone else wetting made her body automatically start to give an alarm and urge to go to the bathroom…except her’s was much thicker and darker. She uncrossed her legs and ran back through the door and cried, knowing she was on the verge of a major, embarrassing accident. She might actually go to the bathroom in her jeans and panties. Her legs still tight at the private section as she squeezed her holes shut as they timer inside was about to go off. One hand tight against her crotch, one pushed against her ass. Inside the desperate choir headed back to stage, and Emily reached the door but it was locked. She pulled in the handle and pushed her foot against the wall to pull it open. Come on you! Please God! Don't let this happen to me! It wouldn't budge. Her toilet of relief was locked. Her legs squeezed together and one went up to her chest by the knee. Step by step she backed away and felt herself about to lose it. "Oh, ah, e e ah!" "Emily get back in here," Dean yelled. As the rest of the choir except for Jo and Kelsey squirmed on stage. Dean Maxline and Emily sat as they watched the choir perform. The voices for most sounded so off pitch. The girls were in great discomfort and desperation. Jo and Kelsey were fine cause they went, but Calwiki, the choir, Emily and even the Dean herself all desperate. Maxline had that huge coffee. She sat in her dark greenish gray pants and crossed her legs and shook them as they watched. She looked so disappointed. Her belly expanded out a few centimeters from the huge gallons of boiling liquids that wanted to erupt like a sunfire out of her body in the form of pee. "Embarrassing," Maxline said. She looked down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Poor Emily. Her legs were brought up to her chest and crossed tight. She was sweating like crazy and crying. Every second she felt like she would explode and she held off each time. But it would not last forever. "I...can't...hold....iiit anymore." She moaned. Lily leaped off stage in the middle of performing. She dashed but was blocked by Dean Maxline. Lily legs crossed and she bounced crying. Lily said, "Dean please I have to poop so bad!" She turned red from saying it. Oh the humiliation. "Back on stage now," Maxline demanded. Lily kept trying to run by but each time Maxline cut her off. Lily went back to stage and stood with her desperate choir mates. As bad as she felt everyone could tell poor Tyra and Emily were the ones about to burst. Tyra had her legs crossed, her butt cheeks going back and forth as she pulled on her hair. Her gut was on fire and she lost a couple drops already and could feel her poo squeezing out through her cheeks. After they finished, they had one last intermission. Emily got a head start and was just turning the corner to the bathroom. It was in sight and she lit with joy...but the choir dashed in front of her and danced desperately in line. Emily's eyes watered. She was going to crap in her new panties so much. "Dean hurry up!" Nikki who was first in line yelled. The Dean unlocked the door and Nikki ran inside. She made it. Next would be Tyra, then Lily, Jennie, Calwiki, and Emily last. Tyra was dancing with her legs crossed. "Oh...my...GGGod!" "Tyra can I cut in front?" Lily begged. Tyra said in a very sarcastic tone as she held her crotch and squirmed, "Oh sure, because I don't have to go or anything. I'm not about to have a total meltdown accident in my panties. It all evaporated into chocolate dust and I'm fine now." Nikki came out of the bathroom. Just as Tyra turned Lily went in and said "Thanks!" Tyra froze and jaw dropped as the door closed. She wrestled with the handle. "Open up! Open up! Oh, please I can't hold it anymore!" Tyra fell to the ground holding her stomach as it let out a loud growl that burned the inside of the girl. "Eeeeeee!" Jennie moaned in agony. Her butt and front part so swollen her fancy pants tightened on them. Her tan skin turned pale as she kept her legs tight together and heels shuffled in place. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God----eeerrrrrrrrrgh!” Calwiki had her legs crossed and as holding herself around her torso as she bounced. The poor conductor just bought her outfit. She looked at her boss Dean Maxline who stood from the side. Maxline looked concerned and her tall legs twitched at the knee. As her right leg curved over the other at the knee, it kicked back and her heel dangled off of her foot. Her hands against her crotch. Maxline was desperate. Her bladder felt full, hot, and hard to hold in. "Um, excuse me?" A woman questioned from behind. Her name was Alexandra, in a tight red, short dress. Enna, a blonde in a tight black shirt and dark blue dress pants. Then Kate, a tall blonde, who had on a dark blue dress with sleeves. The dress was short, a couple inches above her knees. Alexandra said as she and the other two squirmed. "This isn't the only bathroom is it? We've come here like three times and it's always locked." Maxline said, "Wait you three are the musical investors." "Yes, we had a lot to drink earlier and have been trying to get to a bathroom but it always locked." Kate crossed her legs and along with Enna squirmed up and down and said, "Ooohhh, I'm not gonna last much longer!" Alexandra said, "Maybe we should leave early. No way we can wait in that line and avoid accidents." "No!" Maxline said. She could not lose these investors. As Lily exited the bathroom looking relaxed Tyra was about to run in but Maxline grabbed her. "Please, go ahead of us. You're pretty much royalty here." Tyra's heart sank. "No way! I-"But Maxline turned her and held a hand on her mouth. "Please ladies, go ahead." Maxline felt she would burst any second as well. “Thank you,” said Alexandra as she took the bathroom for herself. "Oh nooooOOOOOO!" Tyra yelled. Her stomach had enough. Tyra tried to hold on longer, she did, but it was no use. Her asshole burned too much like spikes, and legs became numb and exhausted. She felt her stomach crack and break inside. She covered her mouth in humiliation as she felt her panties fill quickly with poop both solid and liquid. Not long after it leaked out under her pants. She squirmed and tried to stop, but her body pumped more and more, and everyone backed away as they saw the brown puddle form around her. Pieces inside it. She could not stop crying. She ran into the bathroom as Alexandra exited. Poor Tyra went to the bathroom in her pants in front of her friends, and these musical investing legends. She sat on the toilet, a mess, and cried. Occupying the one bathroom everyone outside so desperately needed. Jennie squirmed up and down holding her waist. "Dean Maxline," she cried. Maxline said, "You better hold it in." She kept her legs closed tight and hand at crotch and knocked on the door. "Tyra, get out here now!" Jennie ran. “Code red!!!!” She got out of sight and saw a garbage can in the hall. Jennie kicked off the top, pulled her pants down, and sat on the inside of the can as her private area burned as diarrhea and piss came out. Her belly deflated and she relaxed. Sucks for the next janitor though. “OOOOOoooaaaaa,” she said in a calm tone. That was close. But what would she wipe with? "What the?" Oh no, her butt was stuck in the garbage can. She could not pull herself out. The two other music investors squirmed as their bladders expanded. Oh, how humiliating for them as legends of this school it would be to wet themselves in public. Ms. Calwiki held herself up on the side of the wall and felt her stomach explode. She shut her legs tight as hell to hold it in. "Oh noooo!" Would she make it? Sweat poured off her like a waterfall. She did not know for a second, but then looked down and saw a similar black puddle of laxative-related poop burn out from under her pants. She turned so red and cried so hard tears ran down her cleavage. This was too much the intense humiliation almost made her heart stop. On her knees, stinky, a mess, and crying. Emily had no idea how she would survive as at that moment, she felt a large surge of pain come over her body. "AHHHHHHHH!" The pain was unbelievable. She heard cracks in her belly. She felt her skin stretch as her belly became round like she was pregnant with her poop gut. Having such a small body, the feeling of exploding poop was all in every piece of her body. Jennie pushed and pushed, but her butt from stuck in the garbage can. She was stuck, legs up, no pants on, and struggled to get out. Some of the audience had walked out to the vending machines and saw Jennie. "Oh no," she said with anxiety. The audience laughed and took pictures of the poor girl. Some of the cute football players for the school were part of that crowd. Even avoiding a humiliating accident she was the victim of humiliation in the end. She cried and covered her face. “Oh my why!” As she squirmed, she tipped over, garbage can still stuck on her ass, and she rolled on the ground without control, leaving a brown trail behind. Agony. How could she ever live this down? Tyra remained locked in the bathroom, her pants and panties ruined. She had filth all over, and she cried from feeling so embarrassed and like a failure. “Oh my God, how do I show my face out there again? I can’t even make it to my car without people seeing me in this mess!” Outside waited Dean Maxline who had her legs shuffling in place as she held her crotch tight. The tall blonde banged on the door to get Tyra out. Sweat of nervousness made her body shake. She was losing now too. Dean Maxline said, "Missie, get out now! There are other people very desperate." Then Maxline said in a low, scrunched up voice, "Me included." She could not speak as the discomfort was hard to control. Enna had her legs crossed and arms on her side, Kate rubbed her belly as her long legs shuffled. "Are there really no other bathrooms here in the building?" Kate asked in a grunted voice. Maxline started to sweat. Her nerves made her full bladder pains worse. Maxline said, "There is a custodian’s lavatory in his office. But I don't have the access for that." "Dean Maxline!" Emily squealed in agony. Her belly was so full it popped out under her shirt and showed her belly button on her pale white stomach. Her lips trembled and eyes watered as a major pulse of pain echoed from her belly through her whole body. "I'm going to have an accident!" Emily was the smallest out of all of them and in the worst pain. She had held it the longest as well. She already felt a couple warm drops in her panties. Some leaked. Enna ran to the bathroom door, her pants tight over her butt. Her pants tight over her swollen crotch as well. A drop shot out into her underwear and she felt it drizzle down her leg. Enna banged on the door like a madwoman. She said, "Missie let us in please! We can't have an accident, we're professionals and this will get around to everyone." "Oh...oh no," Kate cried. She held her crotch and legs tight. "Oh no, oh no, NOOOOOO! PLEASE NOOOO!" Her dress darkened all over instantly as her bladder popped and shot rivers of pee out. Streams leaked from the bottom of her dress and she covered her mouth and cried in humiliation. Dean Maxline couldn't stand seeing another person wet themselves. It caused her agony! She held her crotch with both hands and shook back and forth. Everyone else squirmed and bounced as they held themselves. Emily had her legs twisted together crossed, arms crossed on her stomach and chest. She bit her bottom lip as she felt herself moments from giving out. "Ah, ah, eee!" Enna yelled in terror. Her stomach hurt as if on fire as her exploded gut shot out loads of poop and pee that filled her pants fast and large. An accident, in front of her fellow legends. She couldn't contain the release of the load. "Ow, ow, oooowwwww!" Kate and Enna ran in humiliation. Emily bounced around in agony as two more brown squirts in her pants came out. A thin line could be seen on her jeans which became a bit damp from the sweat. She could not wait much longer. Dean Maxline’s bladder had felt like the size of Europe. It pulsed in a hot, sharp pain in every direction. It was hard to hold and focus. Then suddenly, that hot, sharp pain stretched out through her body. Up through the middle from her girlhood, both sides expanding out with the painful, loaded bladder. Her legs locked, feet shuffled side to side as she pulled on her hair in sweat and tears before holding her crotch. “Ahhhh! What…what is happening!” She thought and thought. Could it be that rare bladder infection? Where the bladder connects with all the body’s cells and if the bladder explodes…so does all of her. She called her doctor and asked what her blood test results showed. She heard the results and dropped the cell phone in terror. “No, no, no NOOOOOO! This can’t happen.” Panic rose for her life. Right before she knocked again as she and Emily were the only ones to remain, Tyra exited the bathroom with a white dress around her bottom. But they looked closer and saw the dress was made out of toilet paper. Tyra said, “I flushed my pants down the toilet. This was so humiliating. You’ve ruined my life.” She looked at the Dean as she said that. Then, turned to Emily. “And you!” She poked Emily’s huge belly over and over which caused explosions of pain in the poor girl. “You’re our stage worker. You’re supposed to make sure things like this don’t happen.” Emily cried. This was so unfair. “But that’s not.” Tyra left before she answered, and turned to the toilet. Emily and Dean Maxline, both about to burst, watched in horror as the toilet, clogged with Tyra’s pants, overflowed. Water poured over the top and flooded the floor, mixing with the messes of each woman who did not make it in time. Emily was in so much pain she tipped over. Dean Maxline could not believe this. Her bladder expanded more and more. Each huge pulse of agony ripped her body inside more. “This can’t be real!” she cried. She cried and shook unable to comprehend the drasticness of her situation. This couldn’t be the end of her…could it? She was going to pee in the first bush she found outside. She turned the corner at the same time the janitor had with his mop, and the end of the stick of the mop hit Dean Maxline right in the bladder. An arrow shot at a hot air balloon. That accidental poke sent a wave of fire like no other through Maxline that Hurt like hell as she was torn in two by the pressure of her bursting bladder. She tried yelling but she could not speak from her brain having fried, and like in the cartoons, BOOM! The janitor jumped back. He could not believe his eyes. All that remained of Dean Maxline was her ripped up clothes and a large yellow puddle. She was gone. The janitor mopped up the mess. Emily could not take much more. Hell, she could not take it anymore. Her jeans sliced into her bloated, poop-filled belly which felt like a load of fire that also wanted to shoot out of her ass. She made little farts every few minutes. The pain was constant just like the fear of humiliation. She was on the ground on her side shaking as the pain bubbled inside her. Her legs crossed tight like a twister. Butt cheeks tight, but became number and she sweat so much from the holding after so long and stress that it made her shirt and pants tighter which made this worse and more uncomfortable. “Plea…please…” she begged the universe. “NN…not like this.” She crawled on her side while she said this. Her heart raced at this impending accident. “Emily!” Jo, one of the lucky girls, said to her. She picked Emily up off the floor and said, “Where’s Dean Maxline? We need her to make the closing announcement to the audience.” Emily only shook. Unable to speak. “Well if she’s not here, it falls on you. Come on!” Emily shook her head. She was going nuts but could not speak. The pain caused her words to stop. She was going to have a graphic accident. This could not happen in front of every friend, classmate, and teacher. NO! Emily pulled and pulled but no use. Her strength all used up, and she knew she'd never make it now. She was tossed on stage barely grabbing herself. Lights shined on her, shaking uncontrollably and cried unable to believe this, or accept her faith. she was letting it out slowly in her pants without control right before the audience, frozen in fear and unable to move from the pain. As a little fart escaped, people turned to another scream and saw Jennie roll in the garbage can on stage, flipped up and Emily’s eyes widened in terror. Jennie without control rolled and smacked into poor Emily hitting her belly. That little fart immediately erupted into a loud explosion as Emily’s watery, dark bowels graphically exploded out of her body. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she yelled in the agony of embarrassment and pain from her asshole burning. Her jeans became flooded, and her legs felt like crust as her jeans expanded off her and ripped in some spots. Her jeans went from tight blue to bloated brown layers of sewage. Her panties from a light color and clean to becoming dark and stinky and now sticky and stuck to her ass. She will have to peel it off later. Poop even shot upwards and covered Emily’s upper half as well as some of her face and hair. As she fell her bowels, so close to having been held in long enough to at least avoid this, went over the walls of the stage, the floor, and even hit some people in the front row. Namely the university president’s wife. As this happened, those two minutes of Emily unable to crawl away, covered in her own brown and black sewage-like poop was unable to comprehend. She laid on her now deflated and thin belly crying so loud and unable to stop. The most embarrassing accident a college girl could have. The remaining poop spurted in a small fountain coming out of her ass like one of those fountains in a chocolate factory (ewww). “Oh…oh my…WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!” Emily cried. The audience booed, gasped in horror, and the choir girls left, unable to think of what to do as the stage looked like someone splattered multiple pots of bean soup and chilli everywhere. How did all of that even fit in that little twenty-something year old girl who did not deserve this. Two days later, over the weekend, Emily laid in her bed at home crying. Her belly still in pain from the traumatic experience, but was told by a doctor she should be fine with a light diet for a couple weeks. She was in blue pajama shirt and pants, and yellow socks with unicorns on them. She brushed her short black hair out of her eyes unable to stop crying. What happened had been all over the news. In fact, Emily’s accident was so embarrassing that it not only caused her intense butterflies and chills of humiliation, she was too embarrassed to walk out in public. Her accident was so huge and humiliating the other people who had them that night were not even mentioned. She needed comfort. Emily called her boyfriend. No one answered. She tried her friends from school. No one answered. “What the?” what was going on? Emily looked online and was shocked to see her boyfriend and friends all defriended her form social media accounts. She was even a trending hashtag called the PoopGirl. She shook, cried, unable to comprehend the abandon from them, cause of wanting to over humiliation by hanging out with her. She even got an email from her college. She had been removed from their attendance, in other words EXPELLED! That accident humiliated the school as well. And some of her bowels landed on the university's presidents wife. They made it all on her. It was Dean Maxline’s fault but she was still missing. No boyfriend, no friends, and no school…she would have to change her name and hair color to have a new life. She put hands over her face. “Why, why, why, why WHY!” Punched her pillow, and laid in her misery. But maybe one day, it would be better. THE END.

*Disclaimer* - This contains large amounts of messing. If your not into that, don’t read this. Also sorry if im posting this in the wrong place. I'll take it down if anyone has an issue I’m currently a freshman in college. When I was younger, I was prone to a lot of messing accidents. I had hoped that part of my life was over. At the very least, I hadn’t expected it to happen again 2 weeks into my freshman year of college. So anyway, I had been feeling sick for a few days. I was twenty minutes into an hour long lecture when I got a bad urge to poop. I panicked, knowing that if I didn’t go soon I wouldn’t make it. I was too embarrassed to get up in the middle of class and walk out. Like I said, this was the second week of college. Anyway, I managed to sit through the rest of the lecture with some noticeable squirming. When class was over, I rushed to the bathroom right away and locked myself in the bathroom. I pulled my shorts and briefs down to my ankles and sat down on the toilet. Immediately, I could feel some movement “down there”. Suddenly, I heard the door open and a few guys from my class walked in. I’m super sensitive about people hearing me in the bathroom, and I could already tell this was gonna be a messy one. So when I heard people enter, I tried hard to stop the poop I had been holding in for so long. I squirmed on the toilet for a few second, but a fart managed to slip out. In a panic, I stood up quickly and tried to cross my legs to hold in the poop (this was a bad habit from my and childhood and had caused many accidents). In the split second between standing up and crossing my legs, the poop starting coming out. So crossing my leg only served to squash the poop between my legs. I had been holding it in for so long that once it started coming out, I couldn’t stop it. I stood there a foot away from the toilet with my pants at my knees and started pooping uncontrollably. It was really mushy and it most of it fell perfectly into my briefs. What didn’t ended up on the floor. When the first wave finally stopped, I quickly sat back down before I got anymore in my pants. I was freaking out. I was in college and I was sitting in the bathroom of my lecture hall with poop all over the floor and a massive load of mushy semi-solid poop in my briefs. As I began wiping the floor, the second wave starting coming out, but it was more liquid this time. When I was finally done, I started thinking of a way to get myself cleaned up and to get back to the dorm without anyone realizing what I had done. I wrapped my briefs in a giant wad of toilet paper and threw it in the trash. Some of the poop had gotten on the back of my shorts as well. I wiped it as well as I could but there was still a stain. I decided to rinse it over the toilet with my water bottle cuz I would prefer that people think I wet myself than realizing that I had actually pooped myself. When I was done, I made a beeline back to my dorm, took a shower and started writing this.

Hey guys, No, it’s not a metaphor. I legitimately got my ex- girlfriend to poop her pants. Crazy, right? I tell you, I’ve done some ballsy stuff in my days, but this must be one of the ballsiest, if that’s even a word; autocorrect doesn’t seem to think so. I’m writing this in two parts, as It is my blessing and my curse to be extremely detailed in my experiences, so please bear with me and my wordiness x). It may be slightly embellished, only because I don’t remember the exact dialogue verbatim, and the ‘narrative’ format does the story a lot more justice. But basically, this is what happened: First, a little background: my ex- girlfriend and I met at a hookah bar in the city. She happened to be a model for vape products and would go to conventions all the time to market new products. With that said, she was a very attractive girl, if I do say so myself. She had a very pretty face, a modest bust, and a very toned butt. She lived a pretty wild life and drank pretty frequently with me. Fairly early on in the relationship, Pam (we’ll call her) wet the bed, and I confessed my desperation fetish to her while cleaning our bedsheets. She was totally chill with it, and actually humored me on a number of very sexy occasions. This is one of those occasions. One particular night, we went out and partied, and drank way too much. We ended up falling asleep in my car, outside of my friends house. I had work fairly early the next morning, so I knew it was going to end up being “bring your girlfriend to work” day. It was a short shift that morning, so I knew I could get away with it; but the drive was pretty long, especially for the two of us, who were hungover at this point. …. And I was starting to feel the urge to use the bathroom. I left Pam in the car and went inside to work my shift. Basically, my shift ends when my work is done, because I was in management at this point. Easy peasy. Except my stomach kept gurgling, and that gurgling kept getting lower and lower. Now, I won’t bore you with the details of my mild desperation for the next hour; just know that by the end of the shift, I had to go pretty bad. As I was on my way to relieve myself in the nastiest bathroom this side of the Rio Grande, it occurred to me: ‘Maybe Pam has to go to?’ I bit my lip in excitement, but then thought nothing of it. I doubt I’d be able to take advantage of that at this point, I was probably overthinking it. I finished my business and went outside to check on her. I was met with a very pleasant surprise…. “Hey babe,” I said, giving her a kiss, “How you holding up in here?” “Ehhh, I’ve been better,” she said, with a shy smile. “Why? You still a little hung over?” I asked teasingly. “Yeah well there’s that, but I also need to use the bathroom pretty badly…” She said shyly. “Dude same, my stomach was acting up awhile ago, but I didn’t really have to go to the bathroom,” I said, lying. “Well good for you! I’ve literally been sitting her farting for the past 20 minutes.” She said, sticking her tongue out. “In fact, I almost pooped my pants the last time I tried to push it out.” She said with a silly smile. I bit my lip in excitement that I could barely contain. She knew about my fetish, but was she willing to humor me again, with another kind of desperation this time? “I’m almost finished up babe, after that, we can find somewhere for you to go.” I said, disingenuously. “Good! Because I’m starting to get really uncomfortable.” She breathed a sigh of relief, pressing her bottom into the seat of my car, “Can I just use the bathroom ins- I blurted out impulsively, “- I, uhhhh, I don’t think you’d want to use it, it’s pretty dirty” “Okay, I guess I’ll hold it then…” She resigned, “…. Not that you would mind that would you?” She teased. I felt myself go red in the face as I walked away to finished, the beginnings of an erection beginning to form. ‘Why would I lie to her like that?’ I asked myself in frustration, ‘I mean I know why I lied to her, she’s on the verge of pooping her pants, and seems relatively cool about it. But maybe I should have just asked nicely….’ Either way, my shift was up soon, and my increasingly desperate girlfriend would soon make the decision a whole lot easier. After half- assing my work for the next 30 minutes, I finished with my shift. But my lust was getting the better of me, and I wanted to delay Pam just a little bit longer. *Pammy,* I text her, *you want to see what the office looks like?* *lol sure why not* she text, without mentioning her need. I spent the next 5- 10 minutes showing Pam around my store. The whole time she had this very sweet smile on her face, but looked somewhat uncomfortable. At one point I saw her bite her lip and clench her cute, toned butt cheeks, before resuming with the tour. On our way past the bathroom, Pam grimaced and gave me a shy smile, “Hey babe, do you know if there’s a bathroom next door?” “No, next store is a Circle K, and they don’t have bathrooms. Why, do you still need one?” I asked, playing dumb. “Well I still haven’t pooped in the past 30 minutes, and still have to go.” She said, giving me a stupid smile. “Oh come on,” I said, teasing, “you can hold it. You’ve held it longer for me before!” “Yeah, that’s true…” she said, conceding as she crossed her legs and placed a hand on her stomach, “but this is like, poop, not pee silly. It’s hangover poop, the kind that’s gonna come out whether you want it to or not.” She corrected, re- crossing her legs as she clenched her butt again. “Sounds like a challenge to me,” I said, giving her a wink. “Well maybe you’ll get lucky,” she said, returning my wink. “Well maybe I should extend the tour,” I implied suggestively, eyeing her hungrily. “HA! Sure, and maybe I’ll just poop my pants, then right? Come one lets hurry, I have to go!” she teased as she sauntered past me to the office, her burdened ass swaying back and forth with every step. My heart started beating, and my face was burning red again. I wanted this bad, but I wasn’t sure whether to just let this keep playing out or ask her to hold it for me. On one hand, I could just drag this out until we got home, as I’m sure she could hold it by then. But if I asked her to hold it for me…. Well, that would be incredible. By now, I had developed a sense of boldness with my sexual desires, and since I had already confessed my fetish for pee desperation, this might be a similar confession experience, if not less shocking. Whatever, I decided to go for it. But tactfully. As Pam entered my office, I lightly shut the door, put my hand around her waist, and started kissing her, which she kindly accepted. cute “You look pretty good when you walk away,” I teased, grabbing her sexy ass as I said it. Pam gave a cute little girl squeal, and I felt her butt tense up, “I’m glad you think so babe, but I’m a little preoccupied right now.” She giggled, biting her lip. “Maybe you could use a distraction?” I said, squeezing her butt again. “Believe it or not, you’re making me have to go even more!” “Maybe that’s the idea?” I said, tickling her as I pulled away. My erection was more than obvious at this point, and there was only so much fooling around we could do behind office doors. So this was the moment of truth. “Really? You want to make me have to poop?” she said, with mild confusion. “Well, uh, not necessarily,” I stuttered, flustered, “but you do look pretty cute when you clench your butt like that…” I confessed, bashfully. She pondered my confession for a moment, all while placing a hand gently on her butt, crossing her legs tightly. Then her face went up with sudden epiphany, as she said, with an amused smile, “Ohhhh, this is part of your fetish thing isn’t it?” “Hahaaaa… yeah, it kind of is.” I confessed, “I think it’s sexy when you have to go to the bathroom, regardless of whether you have to pee…” I paused, eyeing her increasingly desperate figure, “or do something else…” “Oh, so is that what the whole, ‘sounds like a challenge,’ was about earlier?” She giggled. “Haha yeah. And to be honest, the bathroom isn’t all that dirty. You can use it if you want to, but, uhh-“ “- Babe,” she interjected, “honestly, I’d much rather use my bathroom at home rather than here. Besides, I you know I like a good challenge.” She said with a wink, kissing me again. “You sure you’re okay with this?” I asked again, nervous. “I’m sure,” she said with a smile, crossing her legs and swaying her butt back and forth, “I’m just glad that you don’t think I’m gross for my little problem right now.” “I’m glad you don’t think I’m gross either!” I said, with a relieved sigh, “you never have to feel shame about your bodily functions around me.” “I’ve noticed,” she said, amused. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve had to fart really bad since I walked in here, and I don’t want to leave it in your office.” She said bashfully, as she scurried out of my office to fart in some unassuming location of the store. I smiled in relief, satisfaction, and arousal, all at once. The next two hours have since been branded into my memory.

*Disclaimer* - This contains large amounts of messing. If your not into that, don’t read this I’m currently a freshman in college. When I was younger, I was prone to a lot of messing accidents. I had hoped that part of my life was over. At the very least, I hadn’t expected it to happen again 2 weeks into my freshman year of college. So anyway, I had been feeling sick for a few days. I was twenty minutes into an hour long lecture when I got a bad urge to poop. I panicked, knowing that if I didn’t go soon I wouldn’t make it. I was too embarrassed to get up in the middle of class and walk out. Like I said, this was the second week of college. Anyway, I managed to sit through the rest of the lecture with some noticeable squirming. When class was over, I rushed to the bathroom right away and locked myself in the bathroom. I pulled my shorts and briefs down to my ankles and sat down on the toilet. Immediately, I could feel some movement “down there”. Suddenly, I heard the door open and a few guys from my class walked in. I’m super sensitive about people hearing me in the bathroom, and I could already tell this was gonna be a messy one. So when I heard people enter, I tried hard to stop the poop I had been holding in for so long. I squirmed on the toilet for a few second, but a fart managed to slip out. In a panic, I stood up quickly and tried to cross my legs to hold in the poop (this was a bad habit from my and childhood and had caused many accidents). In the split second between standing up and crossing my legs, the poop starting coming out. So crossing my leg only served to squash the poop between my legs. I had been holding it in for so long that once it started coming out, I couldn’t stop it. I stood there a foot away from the toilet with my pants at my knees and started pooping uncontrollably. It was really mushy and it most of it fell perfectly into my briefs. What didn’t ended up on the floor. When the first wave finally stopped, I quickly sat back down before I got anymore in my pants. I was freaking out. I was in college and I was sitting in the bathroom of my lecture hall with poop all over the floor and a massive load of mushy semi-solid poop in my briefs. As I began wiping the floor, the second wave starting coming out, but it was more liquid this time. When I was finally done, I started thinking of a way to get myself cleaned up and to get back to the dorm without anyone realizing what I had done. I wrapped my briefs in a giant wad of toilet paper and threw it in the trash. Some of the poop had gotten on the back of my shorts as well. I wiped it as well as I could but there was still a stain. I decided to rinse it over the toilet with my water bottle cuz I would prefer that people think I wet myself than realizing that I had actually pooped myself. When I was done, I made a beeline back to my dorm, took a shower and started writing this.

So I was reading over some of the material that I recently posted, particularly the desperation I witnessed during the Christmas play. I came to realize how dissappointed I was that Angie had not confided her “tummy troubles” with me; and unless I’m charmed by the universe sometime between now and whenever, she may never tell me the details. But I also came to realize that I had already been charmed in other ways, with other experiences that were far more vivid than Angies casual suggestion that she may have permanently ruined a pair of panties at some point. I have neglected to think of the several girls that have either confided in me, or indulged me in my lustful inquiries of potty emergencies. I’m warning everyone in advance that this involves #2 desperation. One of my favorite accounts is of my friend “Hannah,” we’ll call her. She’s Lebanese and has a body like a goddess. She grew up really derpy looking, so she committed herself to physical fitness, and damn did it pay off. While her bust is rather modest, she has a large and very well shaped ass, the kind that takes a few minutes to fit into a pair of jeans. Anyways.... Hannah was no stranger to tummy trouble. She was lactose intolerant, and was an avid gym goer and dietician. Anyone who’s been to the gym, living in a high protein diet, knows how stimulating that can be. She’s shared with me a number of close calls, because that’s just how our conversations go sometimes. I’m not sure if she knows I like hearing about that stuff, but for whatever reason, she’s been an open book with me. One particular instance stands out. Since she told it to me in vivid detail, I find it only fair to share it in equally vivid detail. Of course, some details may be slightly embellished for storytelling purposes, and my involvement in this story is basically nonexistent. But besides that, this story is 100% true, and one of my favorite desperation experiences of all time: Hannah gripped the steering wheel as she writhed in her seat, teeth clenched almost as tight as her ass as she pressed it firmly into the seat. ”Oh boy,” she murmured, bouncing in place at another red light. “This is getting bad.” For some stupid reason, she thought it’d be fine if she ate a big meal before working out. By big meal, she means a big ass protein shake with all kinds of crazy supplements in it. She’d done it before, what makes now different? Pretty sure it was the milk. Lactose intolerance and milk haven’t mixed in a long time. She usually never had a problem when it was organic milk, but today her stomach was feeling moody. Something wanted out, and it wanted out now. She would’ve gone at the gym but she knew it was going to be loud and obnoxious. She wasn’t normally scared of pooping in public, but by the feeling of the liquidy rumblings below, combined with the echo of the bathroom, she’d rather spare fellow gym goers the soundtrack of lactose intolerance in action. 2 miles to go. If only she could’ve left the gym right after that, she wouldn’t feel like she was about to explode all over her car seat. Another cramp wracked her bowels, and a firm and heavy pressure bore down on her ass, attempting to force an accident 2 miles from her home. ”Ugh,” she winced as she placed a hand over her stomach and clenched her massive asscheeks as she arched her back, perking up in her seat from her formerly hunched over position, with a noticeabley better view of the next traffic light half a mile up. Hannah chuckled to herself as she remembered her friend saying, “your ass is so fat you’re taller sitting down.” Ha. There’s nothin like a fully clenched ass and some irritable bowels tag- teaming to give you better posture. ‘He really likes my ass,’ she mused. ‘I doubt he’d like it right now though.’ She groaned inwardly as the cramp subsided with an ominous gurgle. She didn’t know how many cramps she could hold back before.... No, no. She was not going to shit her yoga pants. Not again. Hannah had been talking with her friend when the first major cramp struck. He was cute, and she loved the attention. But his attention was ill timed, as her bowels stirred and gurgled during the duration of their conversation. Hannah was not ashamed of potty dancing. She didn’t mind people knowing she was in need of the bathroom. In fact, it helped her get there faster, as concerned individuals were quick to point her in the right direction. But this guy was not getting hint. He was too busy staring at her tits to notice her tightly crossed legs and firmly clenched ass cheeks, or the accumulating sweat on her forehead as the pressure in her rear began to build. He didn’t notice her strained expression, or the ominous gurgle of her stomach as it’s contents descended lower and lower. She felt the need to hold her butt cheeks closed, as if that would help. It was different than holding pee. Using your hands did almost nothing, but she felt inclined nonetheless. Maybe then this guy would get the hint. She squirmed and fidgeted around, and bounced on her toes, hands firmly pressed to the side of her thighs, anything to occupy her hands. Thats when the cramp hit, disarming her altogether. She lost her composure and began stepping from foot to foot as she bit her lip and hunched over. ”Are you alright?” Her friend asked quizzically, still staring at her cleavage. ”No ya dingus, I’m about to shit myself!” She stood erect, crossed her legs, and clenched, as she finally resorted to pressing her hands into her tightly clenched ass cheeks, if nothing but for moral support. “Can’t you tell!?” His eyes lit up. For a second, Hannah thought she saw a glimmer of a smile as he sized her up, analyzing her desperate pose for the answer to her otherwise rhetoric question. Dumbfounded, her friend just stared at the brazen middle eastern beauty as she openly potty danced in front of him. He seemed transfixed. Weird. “Oh, so that’s what you’ve been doing!” He said obviously. ”Seriously? You’ve never seen a girl desperate to poop before?” Hannah said through gritted teeth. ”I didn’t think cute girls like you even knew how to do that!” Wow. Just wow. Hannah was somewhat flattered, but it did nothing to negate her desperation. ”Listen, I gotta go before this gets messy. I’ll talk to you soon!” ”Haha okay, let me know how it goes!” He shouted back sardonically. Hannah laughed. This guy.... ”I hope you make it!” He shouted. Hannah laughed, “Haha!! Me too!” And with that she was finally gone. Now just a brisk walk to the car, start the engine, and.... But it was too late. As she left the building, her stomach contents began to descend, forcing wet gas out of her curvaceous ass. The seal had been broken, when she could’ve been home already. Why was he keeping her so long!? 1 mile. “Ohhhhhh....” she whimpered, pressing her massive ass into the seat and writhing in place. It was coming. It’s coming. She was going to have an accident. She quickly grabbed the towel in her passenger seat and placed it under her ass, preparing for the worst. She clenched her cheeks and gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and gripped her toned thigh with the other. She bit her lip and breathed through her teeth. With one final clench, she forced the mass of waste back from the edge of her panties destruction. She didn’t know if she could do it again. But she didn’t have to. She was home. Hannah parked in her driveway and pressed her ass one more time into her car seat as she went over her game plan. First of all, no one was home. Thank god no one was home. She needed to dash to the front door, unlock it, then run down the hall to her bathroom. Best case scenario, she makes it. Worst case scenario, she epically poops her pants, which was very likely at the point. She writhed and wriggled in her seat and she weighed her options. Having an accident on the way to the bathroom was not an option. There were expensive carpets lining the hallway. If she couldn’t make it, she’d have an expensive cleaning bill. Conversely, she could always just let go on the towel, through her pants. It wouldn’t be as expensive to clean, but.... NO. She was not having another accident. Blinded by pride and ambition, Hannah gingerly stepped out of her car, feeling her bowels descending. Another wet release of gas ripples through the night air. She didn’t have much time. Abandoning all care, Hannah ran to the door and inserted the house key. But the lock was stuck. For some odd, terrible, fateful reason, her house key wasn’t working. She jiggled the key as she jiggled in place, her ass cheeks sliding back and forth in her yoga pants. “Oh my gooood I’m gonna shit my pantssss,” She whined. Hannah bounced in placed, her breasts jiggling with each bounce as she pressed her hands against her ass. She bit her lip, crossed her legs, and swayed her ass from side to side in growing desperation. She frantically danced in place, trying hard to maintain control. Hannah planted her feet one last time and clenched, still swaying her massive ass back and forth. “Holditholditholditholdiholdiiiiiit.....” She felt her stomach lurch, and she herself lurched forward. With one final push, and an ominous grumble, the inevitable happened. Hannah explosively pooped her pants on her own front porch. I won’t get in to all the gory details. Just know that it was loud, and fast, and very messy. This sexy, voluptuous, Lebanese girl stood hunched over on her front porch, explosively filling her yoga pants. Some might call that gross, others might think it adds to her charm. I am of the latter opinion. As soon as it began, it was over, and poor Hannah stood on her front porch with a massive pile of mess in her yoga pants. She readjusted herself with a wince as she felt her accident sloppily adjust with her. She stood breathing heavy for a moment, shocked. After taking a beat, she attempted to look around at her butt to see the damage, but her ass was too big for her to see. Sigh. And another sigh. This time, a gentle sigh of relief. “Oh my god,” she breathed, “I think I needed that....” She looked around and there was no one there. She also didn’t shit on the carpet, which was even better. She silently chuckled to herself at the obnoxiousness of this situation. I mean, it could worse. Waddling over to the car, she inspected the damage through the reflection of the mirror. A brown, messy bulge was grossly pushed against her tight yoga pants. The stain had traveled down her legs to mid thigh during her walk over to the car, indicating she only had a few more steps she could take before the carpet was indeed in danger of getting messy as well. Grabbing the towel from her car seat, she cleaned up the excess mess on her legs and walked inside, with a very careful, calm turn of the key. ‘We need to get this door worked on,’ she mused, locking the door behind her. She looked directly to the right, the bathroom door wide open, welcoming her to a much need shower. As relieving as her accident had been, it was starting to become uncomfortable walking around with this wet load in her pants; they were starting to sag. ‘Screw it, I’ll worry about cleaning my pants later,’ she thought, waddling to her room and collecting a clean pair of panties. She emptied the load into the toilet, and prepped her shower. Just as she was about to get in, her phone vibrated with that signature ringtone. It was her friend. Curious, and still quite messy, Hannah walked over to her phone to find a curious message- Alex: Did you make it lol What an odd question. He did seem, “concerned” earlier, if you could call it that. Another text, Alex: You said you’d let me know how it goes ? Screw it, what did she have to lose? He wants an answer, he’ll get one. Hannah opened her phone, and with a wry smile, replied- Hannah: Lol do you really want to know!? ? Alex: Haha I mean sure Okay dude, sure. Hannah: Hahaaaaa Hannah: Missed it by ?? much Satisfied with her clever use of emoji, and mildly interested in his response, Hannah proceeded to take a much needed shower, giving Alex time to think about how to continue this very interesting conversation. Thank you for your time, feedback and requests are always welcome! You

Alright so this is my first crack at male desperation. It was done as a request and I'm eager to please. Hope ya'll enjoy! Chris sat in his geometry class, the equations the teacher was spouting whizzing over his head as he tried to concentrate on a different kind of problem. Chris was tan, muscular boy in his senior year of high school. He was quite popular. Girls loved him, boys wanted to be him (and some even to be loved by him) and he always dressed extremely fashionably. Today he wore straight blue skinny jeans, regular old converse sneakers, and a white tee shirt with a twenty-one-pilot’s logo on the front. Chris normally had no issues in his life. Rich family gets you that now days. But there was a big issue on his mind right now. He had to poop really fucking badly. Chris tried to trace back why this was happening as he squirmed in his seat. He had eaten a normal breakfast, lucky charms and a bagel. He thought harder as he pressed his firm ass into the metal chair under him, his stomach gurgling a bit. “I normally can hold it all day… why is this happening now!” He mumbled. Let’s see… lucky charms. It dawned on Chris suddenly. His drink. Normally he just had a glass of water but this morning he tried the orange juice that had been in the fridge for a while. He didn’t even check the expiration date! And now he was paying for it. Chris crossed his legs tight under him and bounced a little. He raised his hand and asked to go to the water fountain, too afraid to mention the bathroom allowed. The teacher, being favorable towards Chris, allowed him to go. He got up, placed his hands in his pockets, and walked out, his ass cheeks stiff behind him. “This is fantastic! Get this on film now!” Jack said to his camera man. Jack and his buddy Erin were doing a journalistic investigation into the dirty toilet in the high school. Jack and Erin were two, simple looking seniors, Jack being blond and Erin being a brown-haired nobody. Jack was mortified with how dirty the toilets were (even though they really weren’t that bad.) “Do you see this stain mark! Ladies and gentlemen, I tell you this is terrible!” Jack said into the camera. Just then the men’s room door swung open. Nick was a gentle man, skinny with black curly hair. He wore a plain white gym shirt with black shorts and a pair of black flip flops. All was usually well for Nick, except for the fact he was furiously grabbing his cock in an effort to not piss himself as he burst into the men’s room. He had to piss extremely badly. Not only had Nick forgot his usually morning pee, but he drank way too much during gym class and he had to go NOW! He flew past the door and up to a urinal when suddenly he was grabbed around the waist making a quick spurt fly from his cock into his pants. Jack was the one holding back Nick. “Hey! Were filming in here! Get away!” He said as he pulled nick from the urinal. “B-What But!” Nick stammered as he was thrust away from the relief he desperately craved. “No buts! You cannot contaminate our investigative reporting with your piss!” Jake said before shoving Nick from the bathroom. Nick crossed his legs outside the bathroom door, a hand clasped around his cock through his shorts trying desperately to keep his flood at bay. Just then he spotted Chris to his right walking up. “O-Oh Hey Chris” Nick stammered trying to look a little more normal by straightening up. “Hey Bud. Uh…. Something going on in here?” Chris said anxiously. His ass cheeks were pushed tight together as he held in his own load. “I don’t know man! Two jerks are in there filming shit and- And they wont let me piss!” Nick shuddered as he pushed harder into his crotch. “Ah… I see. Well. Let me talk to them.” Chris walked up to the bathroom door and peaked in. “Ey boys, what’s the hold up.” He asked Jack. “Were doing an investigat-“ Jack tried to say before getting cut off. “Yeah cut to the chase how long is this gunna be” Chris said bouncing a little in place. “Well for you pretty boy I think I can manage the end of the day, hows that?” Jake said in the snarkiest tone he could muster. “That fucker” Chris muttered walking away. He couldn’t make a big deal and let the people around him know he had to poop. He just couldn’t. Nick was bouncing furiously next to him, he didn’t want to turn out to be like him. So he decided to go back to class. “I can hold it… Im a big guy cmon now…” He murmured as he big farewell and good luck to his friend, and walked back to class. As he reached the doorway to his classroom, he grimaced as a new feeling fell upon him, a need to pee. Just as Chris was getting back to class someone new was rushing to the men’s room. A guy by the name of Paul, kind of nerdy guy with glasses, blond hair. He was just coming out of volleyball practice with black shorts, a red shirt, and a pair of flip flops and he desperately had to pee. Being he had been playing his sport he was drinking a lot of water and it all had rushed to his bladder. The stupid stalls in the locker rooms were always broken so here he was, rushing to the bathroom inside the school trying not to wet himself. As Paul raced into the bathroom, he heard a voice behind him telling him to stop, but he paid it no mind. However, as he pushed his was to a urinal Jack grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Not so fast buddy, were doing an investigative piece here! You can’t just piss all over it!” Now, why Jack didn’t just throw Paul out like he did Nick, Jack didn’t even know. Maybe he was just feeling vindictive. He pushed Paul into a stall and sat him down on the toilet. Paul was stunned, his need to pee clouding his judgment. All he wanted was to spray his piss somewhere not in his pants. He sat holding himself as Jake started to talk. “So, Paul is it? If you answer our questions you can pee. Simple right?” Jake said. Paul nodded quickly. Fuck he just wanted to pee. And sitting on a toilet made it worse. As all this was going on inside the bathroom someone else was trying to get in from the outside. Nico, a tall brown haired, football player type guy, was bouncing outside trying to get into the bathroom. He wore a blue hoodie, white shorts and flip flops. “Erin hold that door shut” Jake shouted, and Erin obliged, pushing his weight against the door to keep it from opening. “H-Hey! Let me in dammit!” Nico shouted. “Oh boy we have a competition now! Wonderful!” Jake said sneakily. “Okay new rules. Whoever gets a question right gets to piss in the bowl. Simple!” He shouted so Nico could head. “Fuck you!” Nico responded, a hand on his cock. He had to piss bad. He kept banging and pushing on the door only for Erin to push back harder. Nico kept getting peeks of the beautiful urinals he craved but it all was for nothing as the door kept being shut in his face. “You fuckers!” He cried. All those Gatorades during in school practice were all pushing against the end of his penis. Paul was holding himself too, crossing his legs and bouncing as he tried to hold on while sitting on a toilet! “Alright question one!” Jake says loudly. Just as Jake was starting his little game something else happened outside. Nick had been standing outside the bathroom patiently waiting for this all to end so he could pee in peace. In a rash move he had rushed into the girls room only to be pushed out by a bunch of cheer leaders! “I-I just wanted to pee!!!” He shouted as they pushed him out. Nico saw this and saw the wet spot forming on Nicks pants as he grabbed himself forcefully. Nick burst all over himself as piss jetted into his pants and down his legs. He tried to stop the flow, but it just wouldn’t stop. Seeing all of this Nico felt a spurt shoot into his shorts. He grabbed himself harder and shouted, “ASK THE DAM QUESTION” “Oh this is fun… In what year was the toilet invented!” Jake said laughing. Paul stammered. He never payed attention in history class. Nico trembled outside, another spurt seeping into his shorts as he desperately thought about the question. Of course, thinking about toilets didn’t help either of these guys. “15…95???” Nico blurted out. “CORRECT!” Jake screamed, grabbing Paul by the wrist and pushing him from the bathroom and Erin opened the door for Nico. “Wha! No! Please!!!” Paul cried, his hands grabbing his crotch under his shorts now, his cock erect and hard from holding so long. Nico rushed in only for Jake to push him back out, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his bladder as he was shoved back into the hallway! “Fuck! No! DAMMIT!” Nico yelled as a longer spurt shot from his cock. Paul couldn’t take it anymore. He crossed his legs as piss started to shoot from his penis, drenching his shorts as he bounced in place. Nico saw all of this and couldn’t take it either. First Nick, now Paul? He couldn’t hold it. Pee flooded his shorts as it splashed from his cock. He slumped against the bathroom door as he continued to pee, Paul following suit as they both finished pissing. The three guys all looked at each other and laughed slightly. “Fuck… Alright who’s got a change of clothing.” “I have some in my car. Let’s get out of here…” Nick said. They all rose, still covered in pee, and walked out. Chris pushed himself deeper into his chair. While all the other guys were having their own pissing extravaganza Chris was struggling with his own issues. His ass was straining against a massive load, his cock was straining against a massive flood. Sure, it was his last class, but he didn’t know if he could make it the full hour. His hand was pushing into his crotch as his other hand pulled himself hard into his chair. He couldn’t take it much longer. He raised his hand and asked to use the bathroom. The teacher, again, was very nice and allowed him to go. This time his steps were slower, more pronounced, and his ass was VERY tight right now. Once he left the class his right hand shot to his crotch to hold on. Chris rushed to the bathroom and opened the door, and to his relief Jake and Erin were gone! Chris sighed and rushed to a stall, panting at his desperate need. But just as he was getting his jeans down he felt water spray up onto his ass. “What the” He said as he turned. There was water leaking from the pipes of the toilet. He quickly pulled his pants up. Just then he heard an explosion next to him and wanted poured from the stall next to him. “OH SHIT!” He said and rushed from his stall literal seconds before his exploded. He glanced at the urinals to see them overflowing. All this water. A squirt of pee leaked into his jeans. Chris gasped and grabbed his crotch. Just as he was debating just popping a squat right there, the janitor came in. “Goodness me kiddo! Those damn filmin kids. They been explodin all my toilets!!!” He said exasperated. “Ya gotta go kid, I got a big ole mess to clean.” He said to chris, motioning him out the door. “B-But” Chris stammered as he left. He had no choice. He had to go back to his class. He shuffled back, a hand on his ass and a hand on his cock as he held onto both ends. The end was near for this popular senior. He walked back into class but just when he was about to go to his seat, the teacher asked him to come to a problem on the board. “I- I…” He stammered again. He couldn’t say no. He waddled up to the board and started to look over the problem. His legs were bent inward, his ass flexing against the load inside of him, one hand was on his cock as he tried to scribble on the board. His stomach rumbled, and he moaned, doubling over. His eyes went wide. A loud and massive fart ripped through his pants. It felt wet. A small stain appeared on his skinny jeans. The release from the back relaxed him just enough for a release on the front, and a a spurt of piss pushed from his cock. Chris moaned trying to hold it all in. He bounced in front of everyone trying desperately to keep from humiliating himself. He turned and saw girls laughing, and guys recoding it on their phones. He couldn’t stop it. He felt a turtle head poke from his butthole and start to seep out. He felt the warmth of his crotch as piss starts to steadily jet from him Chris burst completely. Piss started spraying wildly into the front of his jeans as he held himself tight. His ass spread open as massive logs started to push from him into his jeans, straining the fabric under the immense load, and after he was done with his solid logs, the diarrhea started to flow, pouring over and staining the butt of his jeans a dark brown as it swelled in his ass area and down his legs, Chris moaned in relief, his cheeks turning red as he finished. His ass felt soggy, his pants were drenched in a mixture of poop and piss. He turned to his class. The girls were shocked, the boys were laughing and posting their videos on Facebook and snapchat. Even the teacher was gasping as the insanity of it all. Chris could almost cry from embarrassment. He rushed himself from the room, as fast as a guy with a load in his pants could, and raced to his car to try and go home. Over the next week the video spread like wildfire. Everyone in the school knew what had happened to Chris in that classroom. He walked into school every day with his head held low under a hoodie with the hood pulled up as people laughed at him. He was humiliated. All until he was approached by three guys asking to talk. It was Paul, Nick, and Nico. “Listen man we saw what happened to you… And we feel for you… we all have accidents… we all did the same day you did.” Nick said to the saddened Chris. “R-Really?” Chris said looking at the three guys standing before him. “Yeah. Was kinda a shit show. No pun intended. Cmon, lets grab lunch.” The four of them all smiled together, a new group of friends, and walked to the lunch room, Chris making a mental note not to get orange juice with his order.

Hi guys ?? I have a very small request, I can't seem to find this video anywhere and the only version that I can find has no sound. It's a short film call "PooP," (yes there are 2 capitalized "p's" idk why) about 5 minutes long or so, maybe a little more. It features a hot blonde girl driving through the desert, desperate to go #2. She stops on a highway rest stop and has trouble in the restroom laying down those little toilet cover things. After all that trouble and there ends up being no toilet paper The production value is pretty damn good, and if anyone happens to have (or knows where I can find) an version of this movie that won't give my computer a crippling virus, that would be awesome! Here is a picture of the movie cover. It's from 2004, the actress's name is TJ Myers, the director is Andrew Cappilletti.

[Disclaimer: All girls are over the age of 18 at the time of the story] Hey Guys! I realize I’m pretty overdue on my promise for more stories from Marissa; they’re coming, I am a man of my word. Recently, I have made an attempt to catalog all of my desperation experiences, including #2 desperation. It’s was more difficult than I thought! I shouldn’t be complaining really; after all, even a single desperation experience can be fairly uncommon, and I have been very fortunate to have a lot of desperation experiences, several open minded girlfriends, and the boldness to put myself out there and say, “this is what I’m into, you think we could give it a try?” With that said, I like to keep things fresh and interesting, and tell different stories about different experiences, with different people. While many of my most memorable first experiences were with Marissa, I have had many assorted experiences along the way that I would like to throw into the mix. These are some of the other desperation experiences I had back in high school. *****Fair warning, one of these does include poop desperation. These will be marked before the story. Anabel- She was easily the prettiest girl in my graduating class. Easily. She was a curvy Latina girl with long chestnut brown hair, a beautiful face, and great body, toned through athleticism, average bust be very wide and pronounced hips. She spoke thorough Spanish, but with a fair complexion that might make you think she was Greek. She was the epitome of exotic; in fact, I had a huge crush on her throughout most of high school until I ended up with Marissa; she kind of liked me too, but nothing ever ended up happening. Marissa and Anabel were incredibly close; they’d known each other since they were in Jr. High! Unfortunately, it was a small school and my crush on Anabel was very publicized for at least two years. So when I started dating one of her best friends, you can imagine how that might’ve complicated things. Not so much for me, but more for Marissa; she became fairly jealous, which then developed into an unreasonable jealously later in the relationship, which ended up being the reason we broke up. However, during the beginning of the relationship, Marissa was fairly comfortable with me hanging around her circle of friends, which led to me witnessing some very charming desperation encounters. Anabel, in addition to several other girls, were also fairly open about their desperation. Anabel was a little different though. She would never verbalize her desperation, but she was without a doubt the sexiest pee dancer I’d seen in High School. It wasn’t too exaggerated, it wasn’t too subtle, it was perfect: she would dance from foot to foot, and slowly pick up speed and she became more and more desperate. Her body would tense up, and she’d press her arms to the side while flexing her wrists outward as she danced, with the distress written all over her face as she cringed and bit her lip. It was something out of fantasy, and the view from behind was even better, her ass becoming more pronounced as she hunched over and continued to prance. It was heavenly. I witnessed this on a few small occasions, but this was the most dramatic and memorable. It started off like any other school day. Class, class, break, class, class, lunch. I was in wrestling at the time, and anyone who’s familiar with wrestling knows that we have a very particular diet. On this glorious winter day I was delighted myself with chicken salad for probably the 2 week in a row, when I decided to spoil myself it and actually put dressing on it this time. It was probably a Friday, I think I had earned it by this point. I got in line and realized I hate lines. I hating waiting for things in general, especially when I’m buying the same thing I’ve eaten every day for 2 weeks; dressing or no dressing, it still sucked. But a guys gotta eat. As I stood there waiting miserably, I couldn’t help but notice sexy looking butt about 4 spaces in front of me. I knew that butt anywhere: Anabel was also in line, probably also buying the infamous chicken salad that all athletes lived by during competition season. Conveniently enough, Anabel was also keen on hydrating, particularly on game day. This may not have been game day because I don’t recall her wearing her jersey, but she was carrying around a large quart sized bottle of water. And she was stepping back and forth. Fast. The quart sized water bottle was half empty. ALL at once, it hit my like a runaway train. Anabel had to pee, and I had a front row seat to her gorgeous ass swaying from side to side. All of a sudden, I don’t mind waiting in line. Thankfully my perverted staring went unnoticed, it simply looked like I was staring at my shoes, or someone’s shoes at least. She was waiting with another girl, Trina I think it was, a cute Philipina girl that had some desperation troubles of her own a couple of occasions. As Anabel began to walk in place, almost like she was marching, Trina made a comment. “Just go pee already Ana.” “Idon’thavetopee-“ Anabel caught her breath for a second. “I don’t have to pee Trina.” She stood with her legs stiff. “Oh my gosh your prancing Anabel you always prance when you have-“ “- Can you not embarrass me right now!? Please?” Anabel was beginning to get frustrated, and had ceased her sexy pee dance entirely. “Haha okay sorry! What are you getting for lunch?” And after that the clamor of the crowd grew too much, and the last I saw of Anabel was her plump bottom rounding the corner to the sitting area, probably going to go relieve her burdened bladder. Fast forward to the end of lunch. I was by my locker, as I was getting ready to go to class. Her locker is straight down the hall from mine, and I’d often pass by and say hi on my way to class. Today though, was a little different. As I collected my books and prepared to leave, I turned to my right and saw Anabel walking very stiffly, at a very fast pace. “Hi Anabel!” I said, with a cordial smile. “HeyAlexhowareyou?” She sped through the sentence like she was running a race. “HAHA what? What’s the rush!?” I said humorously. At this point she turns to me, with what looked to be a forced smile, and instantly starts pee dancing, stepping back and forth from foot to foot. She hadn’t gone to the bathroom at lunch. She held it all the way through. WHAT!? Why would she do that? Like, why would anyone do that? She was pee dancing in line, she obviously had to go bad. I was more confused than aroused at this point. I was baffled why she hadn’t gone. And then I saw it, the full bottle of water. She had refilled her bottle of water, and had not gone to relieve herself. So much for responsibility… But that was okay. Her negligence was making my day. “Oh nothing, I’m just running late for class!” She giggled shyly as she continued to pee dance in front of me. Seeing her dance quickly returned me to arousal. She turned to walk away, but like any self- respecting omorashi enthusiast, I had to do the dick move dragging out her dance routine. “Ohokaywhichclass!?” I perked up, now on par with Anabel for the schools fastest talker, but for very different reasons. “Ummm… It’s math, math yeah!” She crossed her legs tightly and pressed her arms to her sides. She must have been bursting. “Ugh, don’t tell me you’re taking calculus.” “Fine, I won’t tell you I’m taking calculus.” She teased, a real smile penetrating her face this time. God, she was beautiful, and her beauty was only accentuated more by her muscular thighs and wide hips swaying rhythmically back and forth, as she fought to maintain composure. I imagined how full her bladder must be, how close she must be to the breaking point. It would be nice if I could see that breaking point, but I knew she was far too responsible to ever let that happen. “Good, a smart- ass like you should be in AP.” Not my best material, but it was enough to make her laugh. And laugh she did. She began to laugh, but then all at once crossed her legs and bit her lip. “Oh my gosh you’re too much! I’m gonna be late!” And with that she ran off. Off down to the locker, right past mine. She struggled with the locker, the whole time pee dancing, crossing her legs, her ass jiggling up and down as she tried desperately to open her locker. This was the best candid desperation I had seen in a long time, and I was okay with being late to class to witness the rest of it. I made a play of fumbling with my locker to check her out for a little long. She had opened her locker and was grabbing the books when she must have had a bladder spasm. She winced and brought a knee all the way up to her waist, and crossed it over the other leg and hovered there for a while, her butt sticking out to apply pressure to her pelvis. I couldn’t help but comment, “You okay over there?” “Yes, I’m fiiiiine!” She laughed, obviously embarrassed. And then she was gone. I’d like to think she would’ve wet herself, and maybe even leaked a little. But that’s not super realistic. I mean, that just doesn’t happen in real life does it? No it doesn’t. Not with Anabel anyway. She made it just fine, no stains, no change of clothes, the fantasy ends there. There’s another girl though, Carly, who I was also really into at one point. Unlike Anabel, she was also pretty into me. Consequentially, I got to see her desperate far more frequently, see her wait way too long, and listen to her share way too much information with me. This is the girl who’s definitely piddled herself a little on a couple of occasions, and has even come so close as to having a… messier kind of accident. She’s a babe, and I’ll be writing about next, in addition to Marissa. Take care everyone, I’ll be back soon!

Faust really doesn't seem to know when to stop with these kind of things..... But, compared to the other stories, [Which Faust thanks for being a ROUSING success, to all], Faust decided he wanted to also do something with a single..cohesive...Longer-running story. A story based on one of Faust's favorite series.....Something that Faust has been wanting to run something for, for a long time. Granted, this will be far different from his own myriad of short-interactive tales....But, you know... Faust just can't keep himself still sometimes. So...With a small wave, a thank you for delving in..And Faust's own personal apology for appearing scatter-brained again. ^^; Here ya go! Though..Faust will warn: This one will likely go on for a fair bit longer...So....Be warned if it's a bit slower. There are some more choices to make, after all.... ============================================================================================================================================== Your mind feels hazy.... You don't know where you are....How you are....or, even who you are....Nothing but a nearly infinite void of blackness.... Darkness..As far as your eyes can manage. You can't find the ground...You can't see the sky... You just...are. Your essence feels like it's flowing through the void....Constantly being pulled one way...or another. Forever....eternally...Just...existing in the void... When suddenly, a voice calls out to you. 'Can you hear me...?' A voice.... Unfamiliar....Unknown.... But...A sign that the void is not eternal. That there is some other presence.... 'Can you hear me?' it calls again...Prompting you to try to follow it as best you can. The dark void gives you no cues....But, as you drift amidst the sea of black... Suddenly...A light. You see a beacon of hope emerge off the horizon......A goal... You feel your presence drifting towards it....Being drawn to it....And, as you inch closer. 'If you can hear me....please. Come through the door..' Do you really have any choice? You urge your presence through the light....It encompassing your entire being for a few moments in a flash....... And then.... ............... An unfamiliar area... And a strange tune... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcYzZjIpSek As the piano starts to play....You see man sitting before you....An older, balding man with a strange face, and a long nose. He seems to be resting his head in his hands...As bloodshot eyes look at you. "Mmm...Welcome.....to the Velvet room.." he calls to you....In a hushed voice that has no trouble meeting your ears. "My name is Igor....I am...Delighted..to make your acquaintance." He lightly rolls his hands, peering at you with a small smile. "Though...I suppose before we can discuss much..You need to remember your form." He adds, with a low chuckle. "As you are now..You were lost...In the sea of the unconscious. A world...Where the collective thoughts of the world....All gather." His hands roll back to where they were, as he finally extends one. "I suppose another way of looking at it...Is that you are asleep." he adds, lightly. "But...A deep sleep. One that you are soon to rouse from. Unlike your regular sleep though...This awakening...Will awaken more than your conscious mind. Rather, it's an awakening....of the soul." He runs his hand over a conjured blue table in front of you....And, in another sweeping motion...A medley of cards. Each with a different image....A difference essence. "Each of these cards...incites a different sort of aspect of your soul." he starts, lightly. "All potential aspects..All parts that may encompass your inner self." He sweeps his hands over them again...Before letting his hand go back to meet yours. "Though..I suppose you should remember your physical form..before we welcome in your inner self." he adds with a soft chuckle again...Eyes resting on you. "So..Why don't you introduce yourself? Being in this room....Should have allowed you to awaken..and recollect by now." You don't know what secrets the room holds....Or entirely what the man is talking about. However, as he says..You feel your mind returning to you..And memories flowing, You glance down at where you expect your body to be...And do the best you can to speak. "I am..." you start...As you feel your body becoming yours once again... ============================================================================================================================================== [Character Creation] (This is the most important part of the story....As it will dictate a lot of things moving forward. You will make many choices all throughout the tale..but they all start with this one...The most simple...yet prominent choices to be made. Faust will dictate which one is selected in the event of a tie, and occasionally a recommended one..But it all rests on you, readers. Your victory, or failure..Will be in your hands. By making this selection...You assume full responsibility for your actions. You know... The usual Stuff.....) Choice 1: 1. A girl [Recommended by the Author]. 2. A Boy. Choice 2: [My Inner self is...] 1. A brilliant female swordsman, with fiery red hair 2. A beautiful woman, with an icy gaze. 3. An imposing figure, with a striking presence 4. An Emerald being, with wide wings.... ========================================================================================================================================

**Diarrhea warning. Tread lightly.** Remind me to never eat at Pizza Hut again. So today once I got out of school,I headed home (and contemplated opening the Luigi amiibo that my friend gave me) and decided to relax and watch TV. My dad came to drop off some clothes and later on my mom came to work on my grandma's car. Nothing much...except that I decided to down some leftover cheese pizza from Pizza Hut. Had two slices,downed with a glass of water. Later on,we (my brother,dad and I) decided to hit the park and go swing-one of my favorite things to do. I was swinging for what felt loke eternity-and in a good way,too! ;) So when we were initially about to leave,my dad decides we could stay for 5 minutes. That was the best thing ever-except that I started cramping. Real bad. But still I pulled through-at least until I felt like I was going to shit myself. When we finally left,my dad decided to ease me into driving for the first time. That's a story for another time... Well we finally made it home,and I really felt like I was going to explode. The inside of my butt was literally burning so much. Hell,the short wait for someone to open the door was agony. Well,when i finally got inside i went straight to the bathroom and barely made it-at least it felt like it (my undies were still clean,save for being sweaty) *TMI WARNING* Hoo boy,never have I crapped so much in my life. For real,the shit was literally carmel colored. Eugh. Okay,I'll stop.