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  1. I think the episode was “Sibling Rivalry “ and it started with Carl and Hoodsie dropping plants down the school toilets which once in the septic tank mutated and exploded out of the ground. NEXT we see Carl and Hoodsie in class being lectured by their teacher and she says, “our plumbing is ruined, you’ve clogged our toilets. And your poor classmates are suffering from extreme discomfort “ then shows that he rest of the class moaning painfully holding their bladders. I was a kid when that came out and it’s a cartoon. I got to say even though that time I then started to like omorashi, not knowing what it was, I felt bad for those cartoon kids. I mean could they really keep the school open when it has no toilets?
  2. Chapter 1 Jess was a hot, mid twenties woman at a neighborhood party. Her huge boobs in that tight black top matched her tight jeans a she walked in those high heels. She went to the bathroom to freshen up halfway through the night after everyone already had plenty of drinks and danced in the house. No one was outside the bathroom yet to wait. So Jess took her time. She didn’t even need to pee. She saw a makeup kit on the shelf above the toilet and went to grab it. For some reason she had not been thinking and left the top of the toilet seat up, so she was balancing on the sides. As her legs wobbled, her boobs caused the weight of her body to unbalance as she tripped and her foot went straight into the toilet. “Shit that hurt!” She said. As she felt the pain ease in her ankle she looked down and said, “oh gross.” She tried to step out of the toilet but she did not. Her foot was stuck! “Crap!” The cold toilet water sent a chill up her spine and she shivered then after regaining focus heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Um...hello?” Someone on the other side said awkwardly. And in discomfort . “Um,” Jess said. “Just a minute.” Amanda was on the other side of the bathroom door in the hallway. As Jess unwillingly occupied it, Amanda stood there in her latex black tight short shorts that showed off her long white shiny legs. She wore flips flops, and a white hoodie sweater. Her brown hair tied up. She had a few glasses of wine tonight and was a bit upset she did drank that much in a full house with one bathroom. She looked worried as he fingers twiddled over each other and she gave a hop here and there to squirm the discomfort away. Not long after Chris showed up. A tan, in shape fellow with brown hair, glasses, fresh shaved face, and black t shirt and tight blue jeans. He was always a little awkward over his need for a bathroom. The fact he now had to wait behind a hot girl like Amanda only made him more shy. Erin had just had a great night dancing with her friends. She smiled as she went upstairs, each step another pulse to her well filled bladder. One of those hot brunettes with a perfect model body who held it until the last minute. Boy, would she regret it tonight. Her sparkling short black dress in high heel black boots made her a treasure for any mans eyes. “Ah shit!” She said. Seeing two people in front of her. She held the sides of her dress as she looked down at the door and asked if the person was going to be a while as she felt her panties in danger of being flooded and her facing huge embarrassment. Amanda knocked. “Um, you’ve been in there a while. Like five minutes. Something.” She was getting nervous. Nerves tensing up would not help her bladder hold. Her back foot kicked back and stood on the toes. Her exposed legs squeezed tight. In the bathroom, after numerous hard pulls off the wall Jess’s foot remained stuck in the toilet. Keeping a needed potty break from everyone on the other side of the door. “Almost done!” She said. Then something bad happened. She looked to the sink and saw the faucet had stated to drip....drip....drip.....“Oh, oh....”. That and the feeling of toilet water on her foot, and being so close yet so detailed form relief Jess felt the drinks in her bladder start to boil. She moaned as she grasped her crotch and grinder her teeth. TO BE CONTINUED....
  3. diokno44x

    female Party Pooper

    So this occurred in the 2nd grade. I, and a few of my classmates, were attending the birthday of another classmate, held at the local Chuckie Cheese. It was around the time after we finished our pizza, and I felt a shifting in my gut. I was about to ask my mom to take me to the bathroom, but I remembered she had left to buy more diapers. Also, I was diaperless in this memory. So, rubbing my gurgling gut, and squeezing my cheeks together, I set off to play to put my mind on other things. Every so often I'd let out a toot as I played or felt a shifting in my gut. I'd have to stop for a second on what I was doing to clamp down, but I could feel the start of my poop slowly turtling. It was while I was playing in the ball pit that I felt my control slipping. So, diving as deep as I could, I squatted down, and let go. The thankfully solid poop slid out into my shorts, filling them up nicely. Once I was done, I slid my shorts off, dumped out the poop, then pulled my pants up. Once I swam out, I headed for the bathroom where I wiped up
  4. View File JAV - EE-169 - Classroom Poop Desperation and Accidents From the JAV Blog - This one features Japanese school girls desperate to poop in class, and eventually having accident in their panties. Kind of like a couple of videos a while back with girls having accidents in class, only this time with poop. ***Warning, may include poop **** Enjoy, Rach Source: Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 10/04/2017 Category Female videos Clothing  
  5. **about a girl I worked with who always had to pee at work. Well one day....something happened...** Minnie was a cute girl with a nice body for a twenty year old. Red hair, round right butt in her work light-tan kakis, tight dark shirt, and a water bottle she drank from all day. She had an eight hour normal shift cashiering. She got to work with a full bladder, went to the bathroom and noticed a stall in the restroom was "Out of Order." She worked at the register for a couple of hours and as her break approached she recognized a growing discomfort and urge inside of her near the lower belly. Minnie felt her bladder nearly full. "That will be $119.31," she said to a customer. As she took the cash and counted it out a shock from the full bladder inside of her went through her whole body which made her jump. As she grabbed the change, it felt like a hot oven was inside of her ready to burst its door open as the hot, heavy load grew more and more. "Next please," she moaned as she called the next customer. She could not go on break until the last cashier who left got back. They were very busy for the holiday weekend, and it was cold out so people wanted to come in and warm. Minnie scanned items slower with each minute that passed. As did her chances of holding it in. Minnie reached a point where she could not stop bouncing, and people looked at her and giggled. She felt so embarrassed. Her coworker John who ran the register behind her saw her big, round, tight butt in her tan pants. She felt her pants started to dig into her lower belly and pressed her bladder and the load inside which was now being pushed out. She stopped as the customer scanned their card and her legs crossed. “Minnie,” her boss called from afar. “Tony is back. You can go on break.” She had drank her whole bottle of water down. Her heart raced as she scanned out her last customers. “Oooooohhh,” she moaned again. She looked across the store and saw the bathrooms. People entered and exited happy as can be. About to empty their bladders and some already had. Minnie craved for that release. She kept her muscles clamped on the lower half of her body as she felt the urge to pee grow. Her panties and her tan pants were in danger of showing a presentation of humiliation on Minnie in front of everyone. “Come…on,” she whispered. She had one last customer to finish in her line. She had multiple items of the same thing; “Crap!” she thought. An extreme couponer. Minnie had felt this desperate in the past, but she always made it in time. As uncomfortable as she was as her legs took small squirms in place against each other, she felt she could make it as always. “I’m sorry mam,” Minnie said. “That coupon says you can only use two of this type of coupon per day.” “Fine,” the woman said. “We’ll just break this into multiple transactions.” Minnie closed her eyes tight and tried to pull her thoughts into the moment, away from her bladder pains and fears. “We can’t do that mam. It means you can only use two for yourself here at this store. I can’t take more than that at all no matter what.” The woman’s face turned bright red like a scorch. She was about to erupt like a volcano or a girl with a full bladder. “Call your manager over!” Minnie’s hands rolled into fists that she pulled back down to her sides, against the urge to punch this woman silly. She called her manager over and tried to leave to use the restroom, but her manager said she had to finish it. Minnie bounced and rubbed her hands down her face in annoyance. She put her hands in her pockets as her thumbs drummed the sides of her pants. After five minutes of arguments, one of the security guards under cover as a normal customer came by and pulled the customer aside. He asked her to empty her pockets. She refused. He told her it would only get worse. She did, and there were two watches with store tags still on them. A thief! The manager cancelled the order as the security guard brought the woman into his office to wait for the police. A feeling of relaxation overcame Minnie as she could already feel her bladder emptying….WHAT….WAIT NO! “NO!” Minnie screamed. That relaxation almost made her give her body a release. She kept her legs tight together down to the knees. She had one hand on her belly which had expanded out a little from the load inside of her which was still filling. She hurried to the other end of the store to the bathrooms. She had reached a desperation point she had never reached in public. Things were serious. Her crotch was growing hotter inside up to her belly, her muscles down there ached as her full bladder pushed against her insides. Minnie had to pee. NOW. Like yesterday! “Almost there Minnie, hold it, come on!” She reached the bathrooms, grabbed the handle to the girl’s room, pushed and…nothing. The door would not budge. Minnie’s heart sank into darkness. She fought with the bathroom door handle. It was locked! Tight! She almost cried as she knew the toilets, her key to comfort and avoidance of an accident and utter humiliation, were just beyond this locked door. A hand went in front of her and smacked an OUT OF ORDER sign on the door. Being so close to the bathrooms and its toilets that Minnie so desperately needed caused her bladder pains to grow to ones a giant could not withstand. Her legs in the tight, tan pants tightened as one leg lifted off the ground and pushed over the other one. “What’s going on?!?” The store janitor looked at her without sympathy. “Our water pipes cracked opened. It’s leaking everywhere in the back. The toilets and sinks have no water. No one can go in there until they’re fixed.” Minnie’s jaw dropped. Her pupils dilated and eyes watered into tears of terror. The growing anxiety of a possible accident was back. Her belly and bladder were swollen with a huge amount of hot pee, a load her panties would never survive. She had use the bathroom so badly and now she couldn’t. Just as he was about to walk away after placing a sign on the men’s bathroom as well, Minnie grabbed him. “Wait! I really have to go to the bathroom though!” Minnie was bouncing in slow motions on one leg as the other still kept itself clamped up to her crotch. “The Mexican restaurant in the plaza we share with has a bathroom. Go there.” Minnie found slight hope, and hurried back to the other end of the store. Right as she reached the door and saw the Mexican restaurant greeting people as they came in, she was pulled back by her manager. “Minnie. We need you back on register.” Minnie’s heart sank. “But I-I-I never got to go to th-the bathroom. Please just let me go to the Mexican place quick.” “I’m sorry,” her manager said. “You just had a break. You can go after.” Minnie shook. She had no choice. She gulped and walked to her register about to burst. Half an hour passed by. Every time a customer walked by and exited the store saying how unprofessional it was to have a business while the bathrooms are down, killed Minnie a little on the inside. She had bitten her bottom lip and legs crossed as she rung customers out. Just having customers remind her that there are no bathrooms almost made her sick. “Oh…no,” Minnie whispered. She felt a couple small drops of pee escape her muscles clamped together like melted metal. She felt the slight dampness of her panties. “Gotta…hold…it,” she moaned in a low, cracked voice. “Ooooooh.” Minnie rung out another customer. This one had twenty water gallon containers in his carriage. Minnie’s eyes widened as the cart strolled up and the liquid inside the containers made splashing sounds. She scanned his waters. “Okay…” she struggled to say. “Sir that will be $21.07, please.” The customer struggled through his wallet. He looked disappointed. The longer he took the more stressed Minnie had become while being trapped in her toiletless prison. The customer said, “Sorry, I’m a little short. Can you take a couple of these back?” Minnie nodded. She got ready to scan the items to void them out, but the customer placed one of the gallons on the edge of the counter, and it slipped off. Minnie ran around her register quick to grab it, but it hit the floor, and imminently cracked and the plastic exploded with a puddle of water splashing the area around it. A few drops hit Minnie’s bottom leg, and the watery feeling made her without thinking to grab her crotch. Her legs turned inwards at the knees. “Eeeeeee.” She ached. Minnie turned off her register so the janitor could come clean the mess up. She stood there zoning her area as they were taught to in these times. She tried to ignore it, but her faced was pulled by pain to stare at the janitor mop up the puddle and then squeeze the mop over the bucket, splashing into the water below like pee hitting toilet water during a nice release. Minnie was so…so…SO, very desperate. It felt like it would pop inside of her any second. Minnie looked to the left, then the right, and headed out the door. It didn’t matter at this point if she got in trouble. She had a weak bladder to begin with. Minnie ran taking little steps as she held her legs together as much as she could while moving and had her arms tucked to her side. She was bursting from the inside of her bladder to her white panties with pink flowers. Her private parts had become so swollen and filled with urine that it felt like boiling water on the stove. Her gut felt like it was being melted opened. Her belly pushed against her waist and her tan pants tightened to the front of her body and slipped into her butt. She felt her wedgie riding up causing more discomfort, and her tight, tan pants now sunk into her butt crack and showed her butt practically. The muscles in her legs and crotch that held back the river of humiliation inside her belly were weakening and becoming numb. She was getting closer to the Mexican restaurant. She had been in there before, and their bathrooms were nasty. However, she didn’t care. Minnie didn’t have a car this week, and her sister would not be picking her up until she herself got out of work on the other side of town which was when Minnie was supposed to get out here. She could NOT, repeat NOT wet her pants in front of everyone in public. She reached the glass door to the restaurant. “Oh thank God.” She grabbed the handle and pulled. Then pulled again…and again…but nothing happened. “No…no,” Minnie shook as she gagged from the bursting volcano of pee inside of her. The restaurant was locked-up. There was a sign on the door: DINNER BREAK. BE BACK AND OPEN AGAIN IN ONE HOUR. Minnie’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She grabbed her hair and crouched down as her legs crossed and her tight shown butt hit the bottom of her work shoes. She bounced what little she could in her crouched, tightened position. This couldn’t be happening, she thought. “Ee!” Minnie shrieked. She held still as she felt a couple more drop escape her shut door inside holding back a load that would ruin her panties and pants. She could feel the dampness growing. There were no other stores around. She had no way to travel. Her store’s bathrooms were out of order, and there was little chance she could wait another hour for the restaurant to open again. Her stomach literally felt like it would blow. The boiling, heavy weight-like pressure inside of her was coming. She couldn’t last much longer. This was it. Minnie slowly got back up and slowly walked back to her store. As she got inside she started to cry and shake. “This can’t be happening.” Her knees were locked together. But it didn’t matter. She felt a few more drops pop out of her private parts and stain her panties. A small trail of urine leaked down the top of her leg, but stopped right above the back of the knee. A few people passed by her and looked in disgust. “Hey!” a girl shouted from behind. “Minnie, you bitch!” It was a girl from Minnie’s class, Lily Tanner. Minnie hoped to god this was not what she thought it was about. “You slept with my boyfriend at Josie’s party last week!?!?” It was. Minnie shook hard, unable to stop. “LLLLilly.” Minnie stuttered. “Pplease, it just happened, I-.” “Screw you!” Lily shoved Minnie and Minnie’s back hit the wall. The resulting shock sent a wave through her body and hit her especially hard on her bladder and stomach area. Her legs stayed locked, but the load was too much. Minnie felt the pee as it started to stream out and into her panties. She grabbed her crotch and filled her cheeks with breath as she sweated and looked all around hoping for some solution to pop up. Why did she have to sleep with Lily’s boyfriend!??! Then, Minnie saw hope outside. PORTA POTTIES! The store ordered them and they were placed outside. Still being set up, but one was already ready she saw. Minnie struggled out of there with her feet keeping a fast pace of small steps. Lily grabbed her from behind. “We’re not done yet.” She saw Minnie had her hands on her crotch and legs were shuffling over each other like she was in a steady race. “What’s wrong with…” Then Lily saw and knew. Minnie was bursting with pee. She smiled with evil and ran to the porta potty. Minnie ran after her in great anxiety, but Lily got in and locked it! Minnie struggled with the lock. Her heart raced and she looked down to see her pants becoming darker. “Ew!” someone screamed. Everyone around turned to look at Minnie. “She’s peeing herself!” “N-No…” Minnie squeaked “Th-This ccan’t…no…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” It was too late. Minnie felt her bladder erupt like a super volcano, which would end the world, which meant the world of Minnie’s bottom half was doomed. Pee felt like hot steam as it shot out of her body and flooded her panties, then overloading and falling down her pants. Her tan pants had become dark all over and uncomfortable and wet as her face from the tears that fell down it. Knowing if she didn’t sleep with Lily’s boyfriend, Lily wouldn’t have taken her last chance. But it was too late. People looked in fear, some laughed, as Minnie had streams of pee shoot out of her front zipper and onto the ground around her. It streamed out of the bottom of her pants and onto her shoes which gave off a stinky aroma of asparagus. A river of pee puddle formed around Minnie. She placed her hands over her eyes which cried out tears of humiliation. This was so embarrassing. “I…I…I…Oh no…no. NO PLEASE!” The load she held inside distracted her from another pain that wanted to come out: POOP! Her weakened muscles could not hold that back either, and a load of brown mess exploded out of her butt and made her pants brown. Her jaw dropped, and Lily came out of the porta potty pleased. Minnie ran inside crying and shut the door. Not knowing what to do as she cried from humiliation, hearing people outside laugh and gossip. THE END.
  6. How can I pee and poop my pants without my parents knowing? Should I use pads or diapers? If so how do I get them and get rid of them? I can't do my own laundry and I really want to pee and poop my pants without them knowing. I know I could pee in the shower but i want different ways then that. Realistic please I can't really go on walks by myself. Can't get to the store by myself. Things like that. Somewhere in the house as well. Please help.
  7. Dream about Kirsten: I’m with a group of people sitting and watching a movie. We are in someone’s house in their large living room with many couches and places to sit. The TV is off to my left and not at an optimal angle to see from my perspective. As a result my body is kind of twisted to the left to see it. Kirsten is lying next to me, on my right side. She is laying on her stomach with her head propped up in her hands looking away from me at the TV. She is wearing a black T-shirt and a blanket covering her legs. My right arm is in a weird position, kind of hanging out in space. So, feeling both attracted to Kirsten and wanting to be more comfortable, I lay my arm across the middle of Kirsten’s back. My hand rests on her side. I expect her to react in some negative way, or at least give me that evil death stare at which she excels so much, but she does neither. Instead she does nothing, except for relaxing very slightly to accept the arm and continues watching the movie. As the movie goes on we both grow more bold in a shy way. I put more pressure on my arm and touch her more firmly and definitively with my hand. She slides closer to me, eventually resting her head on my knee with her upper body pressed against my leg. Many others have left the room at this point, but we don’t feel like we want to move. The movie is over now and everyone else is gone. The lights are back up and Kirsten is laying in front of me know. She lies on her left side with her head towards my right side and the rest of her body trailing away from me at an angle. She’s still wearing the shirt, but the blanket has come off revealing that she is wearing a diaper. I don’t know when this happened and I am not surprised by it. It seems normal for her, if not something I specifically knew about. I notice that the diaper is messy. I can’t tell if it is wet because she is laying on her stomach, but there is a distinct bulge in the back. A little bit of brown is visible though the white which is patterned with little specks of blue and yellow color. The sides of the diaper are quite odd. They are fishnet to hold the front and rear flaps of the diaper together. We have reached a lull in our conversation and I am feeling a strong desire to reach out and touch Kirsten’s diaper. In fact I really want to slide my hand down over her messy bum. I’m filled with that crazy sexual electricity that teenagers feel which is also tied up in affection for the person and fear of being rejected. So instead I reach out and touch the odd fishnet webbing on the side of her diaper, brushing the skin on her hip as I do so. Simultaneously I ask her what it is for and why the diaper is laid out like that. My hope is to breech the diaper subject so that I can eventually run my hand over the poopy part of her diaper. She laughs and provides an answer to my question. I’m about to continue the conversation while still touching the side of her diaper when a friend enters the room and breaks up our conversation. As we turn I run my hand up over the back of Kirsten’s diaper, touching the outside of the bulge on her bum. Kirsten looks back at me briefly with just the hint of a smile. The friend leaves; Kirsten is standing now, she has put pants back on. She walks out of the room implying that I should follow. We walk to a large lobby type area. This is the toilet room there are a row of fancy toilets up high on one side. To use them you climb a few steps and sit on a rectangular bench with a rectangular hole, outhouse style. Kirsten, however, walks into a smaller, private, normal bathroom and closes the door. I think to myself that she must be going in there to change out of her messy diaper. I decide this is as good a time as any to relieve myself as well. I go up to one of the high toilets, sit down and try to go both ways. I have to go, but it doesn’t want to come out. As it is about going to, another girl walks into the room. I get the feeling that this is normal behavior, but I get nervous and can no longer go. The girl takes no notice of me and walks out again. I decide that Kirsten might think it’s weird if I’m using the toilet when she comes out so I get up and go back down to the door to her bathroom to wait for her. She then walks out; she has taken her pants off, but is still wearing the messy diaper. Kirsten looks at me and says, in that way of hers, “I thought you were coming in with me.”
  8. Alex Oxford

    female How Pam Pooped her Pants

    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.
  9. Disclaimer: This is not my story or my film. This is based on a short film available on You Tube. I haven't posted the link or the name here, as I don't want them to get the video taken down. I've just created a story out of the film. I do NOT approve of the film or the abduction of women. I really don't want to get penalized for this post, so if there are any problems, please contact me and I'll take it down. I thought I'd share this because it's some of the best Indian content I've seen in years. Hope you enjoy it. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sukanya Reddy gasped with desperation. She had been tied to a chair in this dark unlit dungeon for what seemed like days. Her stomach grumbled incessantly at the brutal lack of toilet breaks provided. Sukanya was on the verge of tears. She had to go, and she had absolutely no idea what was going on. Her kidnappers had provided her with no information whatsoever. She had told them that she was the daughter of MLA Reddy in an attempt to scare them. However, they just laughed. Sukanya had never been so frightened. None of the kidnappers touched her inappropriately or made any passes at her. They fed her well.... almost too well. In her first hour there, they had fed her a plate of upma at gunpoint. Despite initially refusing, when they pulled a gun on her, she relented and allowed them to feed her the upma. A few hours later they brought a large cup of steaming hot chai. Sukanya could tell from the smell that it was from Charminar, her favorite place. Her kidnappers ordered her to drink it, and she had no choice but to relent and sip the chai till it was done. Through the hours that followed, Sukanya's captors fed her a large plate of chicken biriyani. As all of the meals were well spaced out, eating the food was no difficulty on Sukanya's part. Not having a place to relieve herself was. More snacks followed: A plate of chats, orange juice, rotis, and ice cream. Almost another day passed, and Sukanya remained tied up on the chair. Her stomach protested violently. She felt it gurgling as the growing pressure in her bowels found no escape route. She groaned and squirmed in her seat, determined not to soil her jeans in front of her captors. When her kidnappers came next Sukanya shouted, "My belly is bursting! Please! Let me use the bathroom." The kidnappers said nothing. They gave her a small white tablet. When Sukanya (obviously) refused to take it, they told her that if she just swallowed the pill they'd release her. Sukanya, with no choice left, swallowed the pill and tensed her bowels as the kidnapper untied her. Unfortunately, rather than leading her to the nearest bathroom, they loaded her into a car and drove into the heart of the city. In the middle of the commercial city, the car pulled over. Sukanya was dropped off and her captors sped away. Just like that, it was done. She was free. However, freedom was the last thing on Sukanya's mind. She needed to find a toilet. And now. Already she could feel her bowels striving to spew out the remains of the meals of the past few days. Her pressure was rapidly increasing - a fact that she attributed to the mysterious pill she'd been given. Sukanya raced from shop to shop, only to be turned away. There seemed to be not toilets at all! Finally, Sukanya approached a woman in a sari at a bus stop. With a grimace on her face, she asked where the nearest bathroom was. The lady told her that is was at least 10 km away. Sukanya gasped! With the effects of that pill growing stronger by the minute, there's no way she could wait till then. A sudden wave of pressure caught Sukanya off guard and she had to cross her legs to keep the tidal wave of liquid shit held back. The sari clad woman at the bus stop eyed her oddly, but Sukanya turned around and walked off. Running into a restaurant, she dashed to the toilet, only to find it locked. Sukanya ran, fighting the pressure that beset her at every step. After a minute of runnning, she found herself on a quiet road, surrounded by forests. There didn't seem to be anyone around. Sukanya dashed behind the nearest tree, and began to undo her jeans. No sooner had she got her jeans and her pink panties out of the way, a small gush of shit gushed out of her shapely brown ass, splattering the dry and crunchy brown leaves. Less than a millisecond later, a man walked up behind the tree, catching Sukanya literally with her pants down. She instantly yanked both her jeans and her underwear back up over her unwashed buttocks and her sweaty groin, and ran away, in search of a bathroom. Sukanya ran as she began to weep. She could feel a wet damp patch of a disgusting nature in the back of her panties. She could feel her sphincter failing with each step. She could feel that this was the beginning of the end. She entered a residential neighbourhood at the end of her rope. Seeing an empty car, she dashed behind it and attempted to pull down her jeans. No sooner had she fallen into a squat though, the engine revved and the car ran off. Sukanya yanked her jeans back up and wept, as she felt her panties grow ever more soiled. She fell to the ground and wept. At that point, a little girl came running up to Sukanya, a phone in her outstretched hand. Sukanya took the phone and heard the voice of her kidnappers. They gave her directions to a washroom nearby. Sukanya followed the directions and dashed into the specified house. Ignoring the kidnappers who sat in the living room, Sukanya ran straight for the bathroom, opening the door and slamming it shut behind her. She tore down her jeans and her soiled panties, sitting on the toilet a split second before a tsunami burst out of her shapely brown ass, splattering the toilet beneath her. As a river of shit poured out of her, Sukanya breathe deeply and inspected her panties. Ruined. Completely. They were soiled beyond repair. She gingerly slid her shapely brown legs out of them and left them in a small cupboard behind the toilet. At least this way she had something the police could indite these criminals for. As her bowels finished emptying themselves, she washed herself with the spray, stood up, cleaned her jeans the best she could, flushed the over-used toilet (easier said than done) and emerged angrily to confront her kidnappers. She (Telegu Short Film).mp4
  10. This happened a couple weeks ago when we were driving south to visit family. There’s pee AND poop in this, so if that’s not your thing back out now My boyfriend and I are both into omo and occasionally messing (him more than me, though), but this was surprisingly totally accidental. We live in Pennsylvania, so the drive all the way to Georgia is around 9ish hours. We had just hit Virginia when Mark (I’ll just keep calling him that, might as well right?) told me he had to pee. I asked if he wanted me to find a rest area and he told me that he was in the mood for a good ol’ car hold, which I am never opposed to. But since I’d be driving for a while, I thought it’d be best if I let him hold and stay in the driving mindset, y’know? Anyway, we stopped at a rest area and got him a couple bottles and some chips for me. I think that was around 1PM and at 2, Mark had gotten a bottle and a half down. And he ended up eating one of my bags of chips. His bladder is huge, so I know he wouldn’t be desperate for a while. That’s when he told me he had to poop a little bit too. We’d had a big breakfast earlier. I asked him again if he wanted to stop, and once again he said no — he’d hold his poop too. About 30 minutes later, he started to squirm. I asked him if it was poop or pee, and he said both. He alternated between squeezing his dick and clenching his buttcheeks for a while, so I thought I’d make it harder for him — I told him no hands. He whined for a second, but then put his hands by his sides. He squirmed even more, crossing and uncrossing his legs (as much as he could in a car) and pelvic thrusting to hold the poop in. I made him finish his water and considered other challenges to make his hold harder. He’s a very vocal holder. He panted, moaned, groaned, whined, and squealed as he squirmed. I knew he absolutely couldn’t hold still. So I told him to. ”Hold still with your legs open for 15 seconds. Every time you move you have to start over. Okay?” He obeyed, spreading his legs and holding them still. After a couple seconds he let out a loud moan and I saw a small glimmer of wetness on his shorts. He moved and squeezed his legs together with his hands holding his crotch. “Start over.” He repositioned himself, and I could get a good look at the damage done. A quarter-sized wet patch on the front of his shorts. He went on for longer this time until a wave of desperation hit him and he doubled over, squeezing his dick. He begged me to find a rest area, which I agreed to — until we hit traffic on the interstate. All lanes stopped because of a wreck ahead. Mark whined, bouncing his legs. A cramp must have hit him then as well, because a hand shot underneath of him to hold his bottom. ”Leo, I’m gonna shit in your car.” I hadn’t thought this through. I’m fine with piss in my car, but shit is admittedly a lot harder to clean up — so I grabbed an emergency pullup out of the dash and handed it to him to put on. He pulled off his pants and briefs, quickly pulling the pullup on before he could do any damage to my car. He pulled his pants on again just incase anyone had decided to look in. ”Don’t think I forgot. Spread your legs and hold still.” Mark whined again, letting himself squirm before spreading his legs. He farted and leaked — I could hear the spurt — but he didn’t move. Though he did moan very loudly, which got me a little excited. We hadn’t moved for a while, so I decided to pleasure myself a little as well. Since we were in public, however, the most I could do was stroke my shaft through my jeans. He blurted out, “FIFTEEN!” and quickly grabbed himself, starting to squirm again. ”Babe, I really gotta go. I don’t think I can hold either for much longer.” I looked at the time. 3:30. ”I’m giving you until four, and then you can let it all out. If you do before that, I have a punishment in mind.” “Yes, sir.” He groaned, bouncing rapidly. I knew he couldn’t make it until four. That just makes it more fun. At around 3:45, he leaked again. And then again a couple minutes later. Finally, at around 3:50, he lost control of his bladder. It all came gushing out of him, hissing as it was absorbed by the pullup. He moaned loudly and lewdly. I felt my pants get tighter. A noticeable tent formed on both of our pants. He pissed full-force for about a minute until he was finally emptying. The pullup started leaking and forming a wet spot on his shorts. When he was done, he farted and groaned. It still wasn’t over. Traffic started moving again. A rest area was a half mile ahead — I was sure at the pace we were moving he wouldn’t make it to there, but I would have to get rid of a messy diaper. I could hear him straining to keep it in. He held his breath and groaned every couple seconds. He farted again and groaned one last time — and then he sighed and gave in. The poop squished out of him and filled the back of the pullup with an audible squelch. He sighed with relief. He and I were both rock hard. He crept his hand down his pants and discreetly began to jack off. Once again, his loud moans and panting filled the air. I rubbed myself through my jeans, horny as hell and wishing I could go down on him right then and there. He came in the pullup and let out a lewd yell, relaxing back in his seat. Not long after that I climaxed and came in my panties. We approached the rest stop. Mark and I cleaned up and changed our pants. And we went on our way. When we finally got to the hotel, I pinned him down on the bed. ”You haven’t forgotten your punishment, have you?” I stripped him down and ran my fingers up and down his body, deliberately missing his dick and any majorly sensitive area. Every time I came close to touching him, he got more and more horny. I just kept teasing him, not allowing myself to touch him where he waned me to. My fingers hovered above his tip, and he lost it. He grabbed me and started making out with me, hard. I stripped myself down, fucked him cowboy style, and came inside of him. Good ‘ol car hold.
  11. (Poop warning) So I recently heard about a poop related scene in the movie Wild. The scene contains Cheryl, played by Reese Witherspoon (who i adore!) covering her poop with rocks while backpacking. Then i heard that a deleted scene "expands" on that scene. I can't find the deleted scene online without paying $14 bucks for the full movie on itunes. Does anybody have the video? Or if anyone here has seen it, is it worth all the trouble?
  12. 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.
  13. View File EVO EE-212 [Schoolgirl Poop Desperation & Accident] Ripped it from the link shared by @Daviss here Schoolgirls soiling themselves from diarrhea (Video from EVO). Disclaimers: Do not download if poop desperation and messing is not your thing. Some soilings are more explicit than others so watch at your own risk. After each soiling they go to the toilet to remove their panties to clean up, thus revealing explicit poop. Skip those parts if you're not into it. I apologize in advance if this violates any guidelines. Submitter Nephron Submitted 02/10/2018 Category Female videos Clothing Other  
  14. sephirothtx

    Male shower scenes

    showers, they allow complete privacy. It was here I first experimented with pee, before I ever wet my shorts. First it was peeing my hand as a young kid i was young, in high school, but young, when i first peed on myself. I've always been tall, so sitting in my mothers glass shower i could prop my legs up for good leverage. For the first time i pissed on my chest, belly, even a little in the mouth. Found out it was an acquired taste (i have squires) In high school i received my hs love, she was the second i ever admitted my fetish too (first was best friend of that time, whom was also the first i told i was bisexual) I never got her to do much with it but she was the first to try it with me, well on me, im the shower. she is the reason I became more outgoing in doing it out in public, (see former post.) and in private. Then one day I went to the shower with a good full bladder, I was home alone for the weekend, and I was determined. As not to mess I experimented in my briefs. I got in the shower. At first it was like I couldnt, despite being home alone and with no chance of being caught, and of letting the occasional tiny trickle into my pants, it was as if my body was trained Into refusing my will. I had to really push, but fijally, with the help of hot shower water, I let it go, first a spot, trickle, then a warm mess, it was an instant turn on. But it didn't stop there, I had known I had to go poop before hand, I thought I could've peed, then hoped on over, it turned out all that pushing while standing pushed if too. Going in my pants like that, it was interesting, I loved wetting myself, but messing myself, it was hot because it was really on accident, on the other hand it was too much of a mess to clean up, and not really what I was into, so you know, barring accidents I probably will stick with wetting myself. In the ever since then I've found it easier to pee myzelfg since then, usually in briefs, but I've peed jeans, pjs, ECT, and just a little extra tonight I peed myself old style, in shows on myself, been drinking way too much cofee cause that's all it smelt / tasted like
  15. taiwanese1897

    female College Accident

    *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.
  16. ThoughtsOfLife

    Indulgence for the first time!

    Okay, so about a week and a half ago I ordered the free sample of Depends Diapers. This came with an extra large and a small. The only problem was that I didn't expect it to be in the mailbox. I thought it was going to come to my doorstep. so on the day that the package came I didn't get to it first, I've been caught, right? Nope. I thankfully used a fake name and my parents have no idea it was me who ordered it. My only problem now is that the package is sitting in the living room. I'm hoping they will throw it away so I can get it out of the trash. Gross, I know, but I really want those depends. Okay, on to the wetting :) (10:00) My mom went to bed with my dad. I then took the wetness pad and slipped it into a plastic bag (The pad has adhesive on the outside so it wont move) and I began to drink some Arizona Green Tea. (11:00) Beginning to feel the liquid travel into my bladder, as the pressure builds so does my excitement for whats to come. (12:00) Really beginning to need to go! I also realize my stomach is rumbling. I know this is gonna get messy so I go to the toilet and begin to prepare. for any leakage or fallout. (12:30) The best part of my whole night. I finally tell myself to let go, my bladder relaxes and I begin to wet the padding. The warm sensation was amazing. I felt like a warm blanket was being lain over my crotch area. As soon as I was done peeing I began to mess myself. At first I was having trouble, but then I remembered a story I had read a few days ago, so I got on my hands and knees and began to push. All I needed was that little push, after that it just all came out. I was really turned on at this point. I just sat there for about ten minutes marveling at what I had just done. I realize now more than ever this is definitely something I want to do in a real adult diaper and I may even post a video someday. Please leave any feedback. I'm going to try to get more wetting stories on here. Maybe one day I will be able to fully indulge in this fetish. Until then ill take what i can, when i can.
  17. WARNING. This contains poop desperation. Nothing grossly obscene although vivid description are provided. If that's not your thing please don't read. Disclaimer: This is not a work of fiction, but at the same time its not entirely a work of reality. The crucial events did happen, but there were many parts that I didn't explicitly see but have attempted to recreate. Thanks. Hey Guys! So this is a story involving Shruthi. Yes, this is Shruthi, my ex. We broke up quite a long time back. After the break up, she shifted abroad and has been there since. A week back, I got an email from the school that we were in together saying that they're organising a small get together for our batch. It had been just over a year since we passed out and as such, I was eager to go. Upon arriving at the school, I met a couple of my friends who had organised the entire thing. They told me it was going to be epic! We were all heading off to a remote hillstation called Yercaud to go trekking for a couple of days! It sounded great! I met a couple of classmates at the school function though not all that many. The majority of them, I was assured, had bunked the school meeting but were coming to Yercaud. We were told to meet up at the bus stop at night, around 10:30, for the 11:00 bus. I went home, packed, and quickly returned to the bus stand. There I found a lot of my old classmates, including Raj, Prakash, and, to my surprise, Shruthi. I was taken aback seeing Shruthi, she looked quite different, having grown significantly taller. She had also lost a fair amount of weight. Despite the fact that our relationship hadn't ended too badly, things were still somewhat awkward to say the least. I said hi to her and hugged her. She didn't seem weirded out and was actually quite kind. Finally the bus came and I entered it first. We had been allocated a total of 6 seats, in pairs of 2. I entered first, and took my choice seat. The rest of the people filed in, taking their seats at leisure. Shruthi was the last person to enter; she looked around, saw that the seat next to me was the only one left, and came and sat. The bus ride lasted only 8 hours, and , by the time we woke up in the morning, we had reached. We filed out of the bus, sleepy and disorientated. We quickly made our way to the hotel room where we checked in. Between the 6 of us, there were 3 guys and 3 girls. We had booked 2 rooms and as such one went to the guys and the other to the girls. We agreed to meet in the reception in an hour. After a shower and a short nap, we rendezvoused in the main hall to set out for the hike. Everyone had their backpacks strapped on and was in their hiking clothes. The last to arrive was Shruthi. She ambled leisurely down the stairs in a pair of Khaki shorts and a T-shirt. Now that everyone had assembled, we set off. We caught a jeep for about 20 minutes until we reached the outskirts of the hill station. From there we began our long, arduous, and memorable trek to the summit. Before setting out on our trek, we ate a hearty breakfast of dosa and idly at a base camp. It was a shady kind of place, with a blue tarpaulin roof and a hairy man flipping savoury pancakes. A giant coffee finished the meal and, ready for the trek, we set off. We climbed for easily an hour and a half before everyone began to feel tired. I myself had been lagging behind the bulk of the group, talking to Shruthi about what she'd been up to in the past year. She was bubbly and excited, as usual, as she told me about her job and her friends abroad. At one point we reached the top of the rolling hills. The gasping and panting of our group suggested a much needed break. We pulled out the mat and spread it over the ground, then pulled off our bags and sat down, enjoying the scenery. As everyone sat their talking and chilling, I noticed Shruthi sitting in an odd manner. She had her legs in front of her, with her knees bent and raised up until her chest, such that all of her body''s pressure fell upon her bottom. She was also slowly rocking back and forth as her hands clutched tufts of grass behind her. To add to this, she was sweating quite visibly, despite the cool mountain air. I've known Shruthi for quite a few years, and as such, I've seen what she looks like when she needs to take a shit. By the look of her face, I instantly knew that she needed to take a big shit :P No sooner had I though of this than I instantly reprimanded myself. Shruthi was my ex! I shouldn't even be thinking about these kind of things!! I determined to try my best to ignore it and hoped the situation would resolve itself. After a mere 2 minutes of sitting down, the other two girls, Keturah and Meghna excused themselves to the bushes. Before they got up to leave, they turned to Shruthi and asked softly ( I could hear because I was sitting right next to her) " Do you need to.... freshen up??" Shruthi forced a smile and said no. This shocked me back into observing the scenario. Why wouldn't she go with the girls when she so obviously had to relieve herself? Why did she remain silent?? It was only at this point that I remembered the relationships that Shruthi had shared with her classmates. It wasn't all that good. For some inexplicable reason she had never really fit in with the 'chic' group of the class. Maybe ..... * I'm switching into Shruthi's point of view at this point. Though the events are factual, I wanted to try and portray things grom her point of view. Shruthi felt as if she were bursting at the seams!! The sweat ran in large beads down her forehead as she rocked back and forth, frantic thoughts running through her panicking brain. " DOn't Do'nt let them know that you have to go..... Don't let them know.... Don't.." She rocked a little bit faster. When Keturah and Meghna came and asked her, her bowels stirred in acceptance but her dignity wouldn't allow her. "What would they think??? What would they think if I went with them and then I....and then I.....right in front of them!!! No way!!" Shruthi saw Keturah nod her head politely and move away towards the bushes. Shruthi cursed them in her mind. Four and a half minutes later and the pressure in Shruthi's stomach reached painfully frightening levels. She was pulling on the grass with all her might to press her bottom deeper and deeper into the soil, and just barely managing to stem the inevitable flow. Her stomach felt heavy and alternated between intermitttent sharp pains and the much more common cramps. Shruthi could feel her bowels tightening inside of her, trying, no doubt, to expunge whatever it was. At the same time, Shruthi sat firmly, the soles of her feet hovering above the ground so that all of her body weight went to sealing the other end of the tightened tunnel. She could feel her stomach swell in protest as the cramps worsened and worsened ; never subsiding. All of a sudden in the midst of a cramp, she felt a tiny waver. A small but concentrated force escaped her clenched sphincter. She felt a slight dampness between her cheeks. This was it! "Oh My God!! I can't do this!! There's no way I can trek in this state, I don't even know if I can walk!! I need to go! I need to go NOW!!" Shruthi got up and looked around. She saw a small tree in the distance, not more than 100 metres away. She forced herself to get to her feet and begin walking, clenching her sphincter with all her might as she sweat profusely. As she stood up and began walking away, she felt victorious for a second. Relief was mere seconds away!! Suddenly, a voice from behind made her spin back. "Hey Shruthi, where are you going?", it was one of the guys (not me). Shruthi felt her sphincter waver and she replied hurridly in a trembling voice, "I'm just going to, I'm just going to.... to... to freshen up". She was trying with all her might not to cross her legs. She could feel all of our eyes on her. "Oh. It's not safe to go off alone. Could you wait for Keturah to get back? She could go with you." Shruthi's mind was racing. She didn't know what to say. Beads of perspiration dripped off of her forehead. Her bowels bulged, like over inflated balloons, willing to do anything for deflation. She felt her sphincter tremble, loosening for only a second, but that was more than enough. She felt the storm coming. Instinctively she crossed her legs, for just a second forgetting about everyone watching her. The vaccum like pressure on her rear exit lowered the pressure considerably. She almost sighed when she realized that she was standing their, with her legs tightly crossed, and everyone was watching her. "They knew. They knew. They knew..." Shruthi was incredibly embaressed. Any exit would have been welcome from the awkward situation she found herself trapped in. Anything. I caught on. I knew what I could do. I stood up, the bottle of water I'd been drinking still in my hands, and spoke, "Yo. Don't worry guys, I'll accompany her. We'll be back in a second" If this had been any other scenario, Shruthi would have been repulsed, maybe even angered! Regardless of her mood she would have most certainly declined my offer. But under the given circumstances, any exit was a welcome one and her misty eyes and forced smile showed acceptance of my offer. As I walked up to Shruthi she exhaled deeply, grateful that the situation had been resolved. As I approached her however, she began to feel the pressure growing in her lower stomach once again. She felt the tension and the subsequent load straining against the only exit, flimsily covered by her pink spotted white cotton panties. As I came closer and closer she began to panic "Open your legs come onnnnn!!! Uncross your legs damnit!! You can do it!! Just clenchhhhh andd...." At the exact moment that I reached Shruthi she uncrossed her legs, turned in the direction of the tree and started walking. 90 metres, she mentally estimated. I turned to her, greedy with the chance that I found myself in. "Are you okay", I kindly asked. Shruthi turned to me, panic in her eyes. We made eye contact. Her face was one of sheer desperation. Sweating profusely and waddling awkwardly, she was unable to even reply. Shruthi suddenly felt her defences wane. A sudden cramp latched itself onto her with surprise and brute force, smashing through the wall. She felt a little bit of pressure shoot out of her, dampening her cheeks even more. "Fuck!! Fuck!! It's happenning.... I'm .... I'm ...... fucking.... fuck!!!!" Shruthi knew that she couldn't hold it any longer. Even her leg cross would most likely fail her at this stage. The only thing she could do was run... run! As I looked deep into her eyes, she sprinted ahead of me at full speed, dashing towards the tree. 30 metres!! 20 metres!! I knew what was happenning and I also knew that I had plausible deniability in the event of a confrontation. As such, I sprinted along behind her. 10 metres!!! Shruthi turned the corner, dashing behind the tree. She yanked at her belt, fumbling in her efforts to unbuckle it. Every passing second a gassy crackle spurred her on. Her barrier had almost broken. There would be no more reasoning with her stomach. I ran, faster and faster, determined to get a glimpse of the action, however shitty (pun intended) it may be. After 4 murderous seconds, Shruthi's belt popped off. Without so much as unbuttoning her khakhis she yanked them and her cotton panties as far down as they would go. They were just a couple of inches below her ass as she fell into a squatting postion facing the tree. Her bowels erupted with liquidy splatters onto the soil. I ran around the tree just in time to see her, trying to pull her khaki shorts further down whilst squatting unevenly with her other hand on the tree for support. I saw her face for a split second, eyes almost closed in orgasmic relief. In the millisecond before I turned my back, I looked to the ass. Liquid tatti streamed out of it like a brown river of piss. There must have been something wrong with the food she ate, that or she had an upset stomach. A faltering gush of piss shot out of her, narrowly missing her shorts and appearing to take her by surprise. She was forced to hurriedly change her squat. With her left leg slightly less bend than her right, she was crouched at an uneven level as her bladder voided itself, strongly rushing out between her sweaty thighs as her bowels continued to leisurely relieve themselves, plopping watery logs, squirt after another after another after another onto a messy semi-liquid puddle. <To be continued>
  18. I have always had this story idea but never seen anybody write about it. I have no talent as a writer so I wanted to ask the community if anybody was up for a story challenge. Heres the basic outline... "A story were a girl (girl from a TV show or authors own creation, authors choice) is invited to go on her boy friends boat. She agrees on the condition that she can make it a double date. She invites her best friend and her best friends boy friend to the boat with her. The day of the date the four get on the boyfriends boat and head out on the sea to fish, tan, relax, ect. The boat it self is big enough to accommodate them but lacks a bathroom. All four know if you need to urinate you just wade in the water and go but the girls stomach begins to hurt once their far from the harbor. She desperately tries to hold, what she now knows is diarrhea, with her best friend catching on to her struggle and trying to convince the two guys to turn back to the harbor using various excuse's and lies trying to convince them but to no avail. Finally after a hour of battling with her bowels, she cant hold it anymore and being unable to lift her legs, without accident, to get on the step latter so she can jump into the water, she sits on the side of the boat and pulling to the side/pulling down her pants/swimsuit (Authors choice on what she's wearing)has loud, violent, and gassy diarrhea off the side of the boat. I would really appreciate it if someone made a story out of this, I have always wanted to see a story about this and also dont be afraid to change it a little bit, maybe even get the girls friend some diarrhea problems herself I just ask that the girl be embarased and desperate. Thanks again.
  19. BENAir01

    Messing

    I know in this site there are quite a few people who are also into messing (like me) and some others who find it so gross that just thinking about it makes them want to puke, so where do y'all stand on that scale? On a separate note we have an entire category for omutsu, so is there any chance we will ever have a category for messing? Thanks all!!
  20. From the album: My artwork ^w^

    I made this for those peoples who are non stop ask me for do this moment like this :) Ahhh feel so guilty now =_=)" this was the Original: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=62974605 And the Original Progress:
  21. whettgyrlz

    siamese omorashi

  22. whettgyrlz

    desperation In The mall

  23. whettgyrlz

    oops ummm surprise

  24. whettgyrlz

    poopy panties