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  1. yeshhh

    female A bad day...

    Okay so back in middle and high school I used to be very known around for always wetting my pants and acting like a baby. I could spill out many stories but theres one that spikes me the most, the first time I ever had a accident in class. It was first period and I was just starting 7th grade, at this point I was still heavily in to AB/DL and only liked some omorashi nothing to out there (guess I still had some innocence). Well as it was I ended up having a homeroom teacher that completely hated my guts because of the previous year of not fully completing classwork and never doing any homework. I never really liked focusing or doing any work at school so I always had to occupy my mind with my surroundings in a sense. Which usually ment day dreaming till the bell rang, but seemingly it was one of those days where it was incredibly hard to focus on anything, including the sexual abyss of my mind. I drunk alot that morning at breakfast only cause the food they served was uber dry, but with that the need to pee started kicking in right at the beginning of class. At first it wasn't entirely all to bad, I barely aknowleged the need to pee so I didn't really ask to go to the bathroom. The teacher then got up, presented herself to the class, just in case there was people in there that didn't recognize her, and passed out to everyone their assigned Chromebook, due to all the work being transferred to computer. Afterwards she sat down at her desk and told the class that the work was on the cromebook. I opened my cromebook and almost instantly went to the browser instead of the classroom setting and searched up AB/DL fan fics. The same stuff I spent the whole previous year procrastinating upon. As the time past my need to pee grew, by the time my bladder was bursting it was 20 minutes before class and I was getting knee deep in a fan fiction and had no intentions on stopping even though I was bursting, I figured I could read it before it was to late to use the bathroom, but it ended up being longer than anticipated. With that I glanced up at the clock and realized I had 5 minutes before class ends. Already knowing the answer if I asked to use the restroom, due to the previous year, I realized she wouldn't let me go due to it being apperently a school rule not to let kids out 5 minutes before the bell rings. My stubbornness got the best of me though and I still gave an effort to ask, as I did it was an almost instantly no, and I'm not one to plead in front of a classroom. So I was forced to wait. Getting passed the 5 minutes felt like an eternity, within the first 2 minutes I was already leaking into my panties. I remember thinking about which panties I was wearing hoping there not one of my good ones, knowing after today there gonna have to be thrown out. (They were black laced btw for those who wanted to know ;) even though that didn't help anything) I felt the warmth grow more and more as I leaked, by then I was practically in tears and holding myself, rocking back and forth not caring about my surroundings. I felt my bladder about to give out as soon as the bell rang, but an instant adrinaline kicked in and I jetted out the door only to my horror to meet the one hallway in the entire school to be already crammed with students. (It was a private school and it was REALLY small, the whole school only had 12 rooms in all, and it was only one hallway). Since I jetted out the room, my klutzy self ended up running into one of the schools biggest bully. Almost instantly he pinned me against a wall and mocked me with the usual. The only reason he bullied me was because of me not finding interest in him and dating him like the rest of the girls in the school did, I was way more into girls than guys at the time hehe, but anyways he pinned me down and threatened me. As this quick swift happened, I felt my bladder instantaneously give out. In my own horror I blocked out my surroundings and felt as my heart sank feeling my crotch fill with wetness and warmth as my bladder forcefully releases. As soon as I snap back into realization, him and his friends notice due to my facial reaction and the obvious black streak getting bigger and going down the leg of my skinny jeans, as reflex due to just getting humiliated anger came in and it turned into instant reaction to start throwing punchies. I felt as my fist hit him multiple times, but at the same time without much thought I felt my stomach churning and my bowels start to release as well (ethier from fear of fighting or adrinaline, not entirely sure why it happened as it did) it angered me more as I was feeling as I was pooping my panties too. After he fell down I came to my senses, and this is when I actually honestly noticed I soiled myself as well. With that my face became ever redder than it was before. By now tears were flooding down my face and my first reaction was to run to the bathroom. As soon as I got to the bathroom I peeked in and it looked like nobody was in there, but as I actually entered I noticed someone crying in the corner of the stall. I slowly approached her and asked her what was wrong, after closing the bathroom door behind me. She didn't really reply she just continued crying, she didn't even look up. Upon staring at her I slowly came to realization on what happened, from what I could infer from her style of dress and her ponytails she seemed familiar like a big baby, her skirt was really short and (not all to proud to say this lol) but I could clearly see up her skirt by the way she was crying, that she was clearly wearing a diaper. So with that, I sit next to her and lay my head on her shoulder. At this point she looks over and asks me what I'm doing, and I tell her waiting here until the office freaks out and starts trying to find out where I'm at. She asked me how come and I calmly explain to here what happened, figuring she would be in the same boat. Afterwards since she seemed to calm down a tad, I asked her what had happened to her, and she said that one of the kids at the school saw that she was wearing a pull-up and told everyone she was wearing a diaper, and when no one believed him he lifted up the back of her skirt and showed everyone. So she just ran and cried in the bathroom. I almost instantly feel sympathetic kind of understanding the feeling, I hug her and pet her lightly and say...today's just been a bad day all around for everyone.
  2. 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!!
  3. View File fun diapered bike ride with suppository and bananas fun diapered bike ride with suppository and bananas. there were many flies around :-) comments welcome Submitter femboydl Submitted 06/28/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay  
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    Today we have files from the SKOT series! They should be rather famous on this site for their omorashi content. SKOT-05 is the main file, and I have made it into a supercut (of about 26 mins) to focus on the omorashi, including one panty poop scene in the middle but nothing too explicit is shown. However if that's not your cup of tea, please be warned. I also attached a bonus file of SKOT-06, which is totally uncut and in its raw length (about 1hr 16 mins). It's mainly consisted of pooping and enema so it's just added as a bonus for those into that. Don't download it if you're not. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! 🙂

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  5. View File SKOT-05 Superheroine SUPERCUT + SKOT-06 UNCUT Today we have files from the SKOT series! They should be rather famous on this site for their omorashi content. SKOT-05 is the main file, and I have made it into a supercut (of about 26 mins) to focus on the omorashi, including one panty poop scene in the middle but nothing too explicit is shown. However if that's not your cup of tea, please be warned. I also attached a bonus file of SKOT-06, which is totally uncut and in its raw length (about 1hr 16 mins). It's mainly consisted of pooping and enema so it's just added as a bonus for those into that. Don't download it if you're not. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! 🙂 Submitter Nephron Submitted 12/04/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
  6. cheese142

    ABDL Emma messing

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    1,316 downloads

    Found this vid on a YouTube Account named ABDL Emma. I am going to share it here in case it gets deleted forever. First time uploading something to the site, thanks!

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  7. View File ABDL Emma messing Found this vid on a YouTube Account named ABDL Emma. I am going to share it here in case it gets deleted forever. First time uploading something to the site, thanks! Submitter cheese142 Submitted 11/02/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  8. https://thisvid.com/members/28892/public_videos/ I feel as if some of this user's content maaaaaay have been posted here? but figured i'd share the source 🙂
  9. I completely forgot I had a Omorashi account, so here is my thisvid for people that are interested. If you want me to make a story out of my videos, let me know!! Plz.
  10. 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?
  11. 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....
  12. diokno44x

    malefemale 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
  13. https://thisvid.com/videos/fox-had-a-tummy-ache-diarrhea/ So let me give some insight on this video. So, I came back from the city the night before, and I haven't had a thing since i came back home. I had a Mediterranean chicken burger for lunch and a potato salad for dinner. That was actually really good, it had carrots, Himalayan salt, and kale incorporated into it. I slept soundly that night. Until I woke up. I was tossing and turning because my insides were not feeling well. I experienced cramps, and cramps beyond cramps. 3 hours later, I had to go, but it hurt tooo much to even get out of bed. I eventually said fuck it, i'm going to the bathroom. Each step was a glass shard in my tummy, it hurt so bad. The more I walked, the more I wanted to go. Holding it in hurt tooo, but i had no other choice. I got to the bathroom with no messes, awesome. Then i took three steps to the toilet, and that final step killed nw. I let go right there, just wanted to stop feeling pain. I went in my undies, my bowels spreading on my ass and leaking a little bit into the floor. I didn't care at that point anymore, I just wanted to relieve myself. So i sat down on the toilet seat with my undies stillon and soiled, I went again in my undies. A liquid rush came from my rear, filling up my undies to the point it was leaking from the bottom. I felt so much better, felt so good to go. For some reason, I thought to myself, "I should do this more often."
  14. 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  
  15. WesternWets

    "Two Accidents" Comic

    Version 1.0.0

    On the same weekend back in late 2016, two ladies shared stories of recent accidents at Toiletstool.com that are pretty delightful to people with our interests. The first was Carla, whose dog knocked the pee out of her in the final comic of last year. The other poster shared two stories in one, so I'm presenting both of them together as the next file in the series. Ashley O. is a 23-year-old who ruins an accident-free streak when she decides to skip the port-a-potties during a fall farm trip with her friends and their children. Their next stop is a hay ride, and Ashley's bladder getting bounced around in its super full state is about to spell disaster, especially because she's in a very public place. Her next story happens just a few weeks later and it's waaayyy more embarrassing. Ashley puts off a much-needed poop while at work, and she's already pushing her limits but then the fire alarm goes off and she now has no choice but to hold it. Standing outside only makes her desire for relief worse, and she's put off for too long that she can't even trust a fart right now... The bundle release of the last few Stephanie tales was sort of a test for how I would release a comic based on multiples accounts, and by extension smaller stories being lumped together, to see how well they'd sell compared to cheaper singles. I can't say enough how much each sale means to me, and if you goes keep paying more for more like this you can count on more and more from my end. For $4 you get these 2 stories, whether you like pee or poop there's sure to be something in here to like. Both stories are heavy on the desperation and embarrassment so if that's your bag then I'd at least take peeks at each. But as I said, a purchase gets you access to both. Part 01 had 11 pages and 02 has 10, as usual there are high resolution and scaled down copies of each page. Each story also features the usual 'x-ray' shots so there is some nudity. I hope you enjoy and look forward to more desperation and accident adventures ahead, feedback is always welcome. At this time I am not taking requests, but only because I have so much in store. Thanks for stopping by! The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2597

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  16. **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.
  17. 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.
  18. This occurred in the first grade, back in 2004. My class had gone on, I guess you could call it a field trip of sorts, to a local park, and zoo, Happy Hollow. I was dressed in my school's uniform of a polo, this time was the green one, a tank-top undershirt, and rounded out with the khaki shorts that you could wear in place of the slacks. However, the only thing not part of the curriculum uniform I wore was the Huggies Pull-Ups beneath the shorts. I followed my class through a tour of the zoo part, munching on a pack of crackers and drinking a juice box we were provided with. It was around the time we neared our first snack break, right around 10 AM, when recess would begin, that I felt a pressure begin building up in my bladder and bowels. Even though I felt a few droplets leak into my PullUp, and my guts were gurgling a storm, I didn't want to miss out on seeing the animals, so I ignored it. It was during snack time, when I was eating the Taco Bell quesedilla and apple juice my mom, that my bladder and bowels came surging back into full force. Squeezing my buttcheeks and legs together, I squirmed a bit, thankful we were then allowed to play in the play area of Happy Hollow. It had some fake animal paw prints in the ground, and a few trees. It was here that I began to squirm a bit more, and felt some poop start to turtle out. I didn't know where the bathrooms were, and even if I did, I didn't think I'd make it to them in time. Making sure no one was looking, I ducked behind the furthest tree, which was right next to a bush, and hastily yanked my PullUp and pants down enough so I could poop, and let go. Unfortunately, as I did my dooty, my bladder released, as as my PullUp was still covering my crotch, quickly soaked it. I didn't care at that point. As I finished up, I yanked my damp PullUp up, alongside my shorts. Washing my hands in the bathroom, which I found after the fact had actually been within walking distance, I continued with the tour.
  19. 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.”
  20. 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>
  21. sephirothtx

    malefemale 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
  22. PERVasive

    messing A Fetish Chronicle

    I've been meaning for a long time to write a history of my experiences growing up and into my pee/poo fetish. Responding to the thread in General Discussion about "How You Discovered Omorashi" provided a convenient excuse to finally make a start. This is in the form of a chronicle, and it covers my fetish as far back as I can remember, so I don't expect it to be terribly erotic, at least in the early bits. I hope this is the right forum to post this sort of thing -- I'm new here, so if I've put this in the wrong place, I hope a mod will set me right. :) Chapter 1: The Early Years I've pretty much been into pee and poo as long as I can remember, which puts the origin for me at least as early as potty training, but possibly even earlier. My earliest memory, my only memory of diapers, is of waking up from a nap and having spit up (vomit was an aspect of my fascination up until the end of elementary school), and feeling wonderful in a way that seems similar to feelings I now associate with my fetish. I also remember a profound feeling of loss on "bye bye diapers" day. I was out of diapers around age 3 or 4 I think, because I remember starting potty training before preschool. I was accident prone through first grade, after which I have had essentially perfect bladder and bowel control. From preschool on through most of elementary school I remember having this indefinable fascination with pee and poo; for example, there was an incident where I and a couple other boys showed our penises to each other, probably in second grade, and I felt most unsatisfied by the experience, but couldn't place why, while the other boys seemed to have no such feelings. I now recognize the feeling as sexual, but at that age I had no inkling of sexuality, so the only thing I could figure out to express that feeling was by doing all sorts of strange things with pee and poo. I suppose it is possible that I went through a homosexual or bisexual phase as a child, and this was an example, but I did masturbate at that age, and I had no desire to touch the other penises; also, all of my infatuations were with girls; I therefore think it more likely that my proto-sexual feelings were a manifestation of my pee/poo fetish. Some of the things I remember doing during the period up to middle school age include: Instead of walking to the bathroom in the dark, when I would wake up at night, I often peed in the dirty clothes hamper in my closet. (up to age 6) When I would need to pee at recess, I would often find a place on the playground to pee, such as in a secluded tire on the playground, or lying face down in the gravel. I sometimes did this with friends. (through elementary school) In one tantrum, I whipped it out and peed on the floor in front of my parents. (age 3) There was one famous incident when I pooped my pants quite badly at school, and neither my teachers or my parents noticed the bulge or identified the smell. So to avoid getting caught, I stashed the thoroughly messed pants inside our foam fold-up couch. My parents smelled it later that evening and found the pants, of course. (age 4) I remember a conversation with a number of my preschool classmates about wetting the bed. We were all questioning this one girl about what it felt like, since we had all heard about it and knew that bed wetting was something some kids did, but none of us did it. I asked her if it felt good or she liked it; she said it did feel good and she did like it, and that I should try it. I went home and peed the bed on purpose that night. I really soaked it: there was not a dry spot on the sheets. My parents were not happy, and I didn't do that again for a very long time. In first grade, we had to write "letters to ourselves" at the beginning of the year. I wrote a song about how I wanted to be a baby so that I could wear diapers and pee and poop myself whenever I wanted. During the same year, I started the "gross club" with my best friend. In this context I drew countless pictures relating to pee, poo, and also vomit (as I mentioned). I also made outlandish plans, such as a tree house that would have a bed specially to pee and poop in. I shared almost all of this stuff openly with both kids and adults; it was relatively accepted by my classmates to be fixated on pee and poop at that age. I remember a friend in first grade trying to organize a play (of course it didn't happen), and my main concern was what if I needed to pee during the play. I got her to agree that we would wear diapers. In second grade, I made a "science project" in my basement where I peed and pooped in a foam container for a week and let it sit out; I also got two friends to "contribute." I think the idea was that eventually the two substances would blend into one. What actually happened is that I got in big trouble and one of the friends' parents refused to let him go over to my house again. Not my finest or most brilliant hour, but the first time I realized that my fixation was at all abnormal or something to hide. There was a spot in the little patch of woods next to the playground that I used to go after school just to pee and poop outside. For a year or so I was joined by my third through fifth grade best friend. He often got in trouble for this from his mom, not because she knew what we were up to, but because he didn't know how to poop outside and got his pants dirty every time. There were also a couple times that I snuck away in my (relatively small) back yard and peed or pooed there. I used to go and play on this one street in my neighborhood where many kids lived, but I was told not to return after an incident in fourth grade where I and a group of kids peed on one of the houses' fences. Around fifth grade, I stopped engaging in all these sorts of public and semi-public activities, and I realized that I could find out for myself what it felt like to pee my pants -- by that point, the feeling was only a memory. I started at night, emulating my early childhood habit of peeing in the dirty laundry hamper, by holding close my lone remaining stuffed animal, a cheetah, and peeing into him. After a few weeks of doing this, Cheetah started to smell, and my parents caught on. By that point, though, I had figured out that I could do the same thing with some old pants that didn't fit me, at first using them the same way as Cheetah, and then I tried putting them on and wetting. I loved the feeling. I hid the pants under my bed so that my parents wouldn't find out. After doing this for a while, I became curious to try pooping my pants, as I remembered pleasurably the sticky feeling I had gotten when I used to have genuine messy accidents. When I tried it again, on purpose, the feeling was everything I had remembered it to be. (Incidentally, praying not to be caught in these initial explorations of wetting and messing was one of my first strong spiritual experiences; I have been religiously inclined ever since.) I don't remember exactly how things progressed from there. I definitely remember peeing through my briefs while sitting on the toilet. I don't remember what my clean-up logistics were like in that era; I'm sure they weren't terribly clever, but I at least had the illusion of secrecy most of the time. At some point I figured out about desperation and holding, but I don't remember that as a major event; perhaps it was obvious. At age 13, my parents got dial-up internet for the first time, and it occurred to me to Google Image Search "pee." This led relatively quickly to my discovering the first generation web community of what I then realized was a sexual fetish: Patches' Place, Shara and Ger's, websites that I barely remember. I consider this to be the end of my early years and the beginning of the maturity of my fetish. There is one other incident that probably deserves to be included in this account, because it followed fairly close on the heels of my finding out about the fetish and the online community, and because it marked the end of my relative innocence regarding the fetish. This was my first summer at sleep-away camp. One night, my bunkmates and I were chatting after lights out, discussing what else but the girls at camp. I had fallen heels over head (head over heels is a silly expression -- that's how one is supposed to be arranged!) for this girl Jill after seeing her take her swim test. Conversation turned to all the very graphic sexual things we would do to the girls we liked. I, having often been admired by my classmates for my precocious sexual knowledge and expecting the same reaction, shamelessly remarked that I would like to give her a golden shower. I thereafter had to explain what this was. I think the reaction of my bunkmates was a mix of admiration and disgusted titillation. What has burned the incident forever in my memory, though, is that as I was saying all this someone had been walking by our cabin, and in the morning he spread my comment around the entire camp, including to the girl I had been talking about. I was teased mercilessly about it all summer, and the girl even came up to me the following summer and mentioned it to me. I was so embarrassed that I feigned amnesia -- though in retrospect, who knows what might have happened if I had had that conversation with her: we might both have been expelled from camp! In any case, this incident was the first time I realized that the pee and poo fetish was a major taboo, and probably indirectly sparked my interest in the politics of sexual diversity.
  23. 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.
  24. tach14

    Jane Ch. 5

    Ch. 5 rest of the day Jane drives home in her pee soaked diaper. Her bladder had been so full. She remembers the challenge she put herself through today. No using the toilet! Jane sighs as she pulls into her garage. She walks in her home and goes to change. Jane keeps her shirt on, but takes her jeans off. She slides off her heavy pee filled diaper and throws it away. Jane changes into a small pink thong, which disappears into her asscheeks, and a denim skirt that falls around mid thigh. The fabric of the thong slides gently across her anus. She pulls it up a little higher stretching the thong. She looks outside after cleaning up and notices the sky is darkening like before a storm. I guess I'll be staying in this afternoon Jane thought going back to her living room. She sat and thought what else she could do and not use the toilet. Jane couldn't use the shower. "That would be cheating" she smirks. Jane pushes the thought aside, and decides to eat lunch. Her lunch is a large ham sandwich, a pear, cranberry juice, some chips, and a chocolate bar for dessert. Feeling quite full, Jane licks her lips as she finishes her meal. After an hour or so, Jane decides to go down to her basement to watch some TV. Jane plops down on her comfy sofa. She feels her bladder begin to fill once again, and her stomach slightly rumbles from her lunch. Jane shifts her position as she tries to think of another option besides going outdoors to relieve herself. She switches channels to find something to distract her mind. Her bladder is becoming more and more of an issue as time passes. Jane wiggles in around in her seat. Jane worries that she won't think of something in time. Her legs are crossing back and forth to control her desperate situation. She looks around the basement for something to help her. Jane gets up and rummages through her things. Her bladder is tired from this mornings adventure, and is swollen. Jane gasps in agony as she looks faster. She clenches her pussy with a hand while bouncing on her feel. A moan escapes as Jane searches for something. A trickle of warm pee dampens her thong. Jane whimpers in agony. Finally she spots something. A plastic gallon bucket!! Jane quickly moves it to where she can squat over it. More pee escapes. Jane can't hold it anymore as her bladder contracts squirting her pee through her panties and splattering into the bucket. Jane sighs in relief. Her bladder is once again empty. The pee soaked her thong and her skirt. Jane waddles upstairs to empty her pee in the sink and change. She takes off her skirt and thong and makes up her mind to just not wear anything to cover her bottom. Jane continues to watch TV for the next few hours. Her stomach is now gurgling and rumbling. Her bowels are in protest from her lunch. Jane shifts in her seat feeling her bare butt wiggle against the soft sofa. Another rumble escapes and Jane lets a few pre poop farts out. "I am getting quite the urge to shit. I can't use the toilet... Maybe I could do something to help it in for the time being?" Jane ponders. Jane walks back upstairs carefully. She goes to the bathroom and grabs a wad of toilet paper. Then Jane folds it up and fits it in between her asscheeks keeping it snug against her anus. She clinches her cheeks together. This helps her to hold in her load a little longer. Jane walks back down to her basement feeling a little desperate to go. Jane farts again in the sofa and her bowels begin to shift again searching for to a way out. She lets out a warm fart escape as she leans over to change the channel. Her situation is becoming really uncomfortable. Jane uses her finger to shove the toilet paper back against her anus. Her bowels are full and Jane won't have much time to relieve herself. "I must think fast... Where can I go?" Jane whines. She wiggles in her seat thinking of options on where to poop. Jane could go grab another diaper, but she is saving those for another day. Another cramp hits her bowels and her load shifts down pushing against her anus. Jane moans is desperation. Squeezing her asscheeks together and forcing the toilet paper to stop her poop from escaping. Jane decides to go upstairs to the kitchen to find something fast since she left the bucket upstairs. Jane carefully stands up and begins walking up the stairs. She felt her anus give out and her poop emerges against the toilet paper. She gasps and tries stopping it. She grabs the railing and squeezes her butt together. Jane's bowels gurgle and her load pushes the toilet paper out falling to the stairs. Jane whimpers, "I can't hold it anymore, oh my god I'm going! Uh it's coming... Mmmmmph no!" As her poop emerges and slithers out or her ass. A long thick load falls to the stairs as Jane is frozen is shock. Another follows plopping to the stairs. Jane breaks her trance and halts any further poop from escaping. Jane looks down and sighs in disappointment. She almost made it too Jane thought.
  25. Version 1.0.0

    Well, here's the first installment of the Stephanie saga, a collection of stories from one very accident prone poster on ToiletStool.com from about 6 years ago named Stephanie who had both wetting and messing accidents. She began her time there with a story from the (then) present, where she's in college and has the first time since getting a shared room to mess herself on purpose. But she misjudges her timing after holding all weekend and loses it on the elevator to her dorm. And she also doesn't know her roommate is coming home sooner than expected! This comic is 18 pages long and is more diary styled, with her poses sidelining the detailed descriptions of her experience. I think it goes without saying this comic contains poop and messing. The only peeing scene is in the preview, albeit the censored version. Speaking of, continuing the trend of the last comic this one also has both a nude and non-nude version. The non-nude blurs or blacks out nudity and so the mess is only seen from the way her panties bulge out. The only poop shown there is in the x-ray sampled above and what can be seen thru her legholes. The nude one however shows everything, including what comes out of her butt as it comes out. But both versions include animated versions of the accident; 2 pages are gifs, one showing the bulge forming inside and out of her panties and the other showing it finishing thru an x-ray view. And just as usual there are high resolution and low resolution versions so you can choose between reading a smaller version or blowing them up for whatever details you like. A purchase gets you everything, you get to choose any or all of them. Aside from the few more poop accidents in the Stephanie series there are 2 other ones planned for this comic series overall. The sales of this one will really help gauge how well more of those could fare in the future. I understand poop isn't everyone's thing here so that's why I'm offering a version for folks like me who really just like the desperation and theory of it happening but stop at the smells and mess, as well as beefing this comic up with some animation to counteract the walls of text. I'm really blown away with how well these comics, especially that last one, have sold, and your messages of praise are wonderful to read. I'm glad I can be of true service here and definitely plan to keep at it until all the stories I originally shared in that thread are adapted and then some. The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2008

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