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  1. The Twelve Fanatics – Founding Day Hello everyone! With permission from Hikewe, I've decided to write a little story based in his The Twelve Fanatics universe. This game has been a particularly effective time sink for me, possibly the best since the likes of Wetters Taiken or Mojique. Ever since playing, I've felt compelled to contribute, and I decided to write this short fic as a tribute for a game that I hope to continue to be developed. Now, unlike the current mechanics of The Twelve Fanatics universe, I issue a fair warning that this story will include pee and poop desperation, and even some messing. I decided on this mainly because I really loved the idea, and from a debate in the comments thread for the game as to whether it should be included as a gameplay element. However, it is certainly not my intention to sway anyone's opinion on that, especially Hikewne's. I just like the idea of desperate anime girls and clenched butt cheeks. So without further ado, on with the story! -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter I: The Trek to Arcadia Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Needing 2 Lily Bladder – Needing Bowels – Needing 2 Hecate Bladder – Desperate Bowels – Desperate Aria Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Empty “C'mon Sol, just gimmie thirty seconds behind that bush over there, I'll be done before anyone knows!” The sun was just starting to set on the horizon on the evening of December 17th, 1964, a warm day for such a month, as Solveig Tveit, Liliana Seuhans-Gagliardi, Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, and Aria were traveling back to the capital city of Arcadia after finishing up on an assignment. The day was particularly special for the region's history, for it would mark the founding of the city exactly 500 years ago, the city celebrating each Founding Day with a massive festival with food, drink, dancing, and song. With the city being the nearest stop from where they completed their assignment, they had all decided to visit and join in on the festivities, Solveig still remembering the first and only Founding Day she attended years ago at the Capital, the bright lights and fireworks burned into her memory. Though the city was just a couple brief miles north, they would be far more brief if it weren't for- “Seriously, this coffee is going right through me, I already have to piss like a racehorse!” “Look, we both agreed that wouldn't be fair to Hecate and Lily. I have to pee too, but Hecate and Lily aren't going to do it unless they're bursting, and we don't want to rub it in their faces. Unless you're literally about to have an accident, I think we can wait a few miles.” “I am about to have an accident!” “...no you're not.” “Hmph...so I gotta nurse a pita fruit under my waistband cause they're too pee shy? Great.” Solveig would have chastised Aria for her callousness, but she had her own issues to deal with. Solveig was only telling a partial truth to Aria, she didn't have to pee at all, and in fact she had emptied her bladder earlier this morning while Lily, Hecate and Aria slept. No, her desperation was an entirely different animal as she gently pressed a hand to her tummy, which rumbled back at her: she had to poo, urgently. Maybe it was the nervousness of the mission they had just accomplished, breaking up that guild of thieves terrorizing both the Northern and Southern castle towns. Maybe it was the rations that they had been eating. But Solveig hadn't emptied her bowels in a good three days or so, and only today were they reminding her of their fullness. And this, rather than simply her concern for Hecate and Lily's desperation, drove her willingness to finish her business in a restroom, rather than outdoors. She had done such things during training, but never in front of her new comrades and friends, and she didn't want to be the first girl in this party to cross that threshold. Or at least, she wasn't desperate enough to do so. As she continued to massage her protesting lower tummy, Solveig looked up at Hecate and Lily, who were about 40 yards ahead. Though she couldn't be sure, she had a hunch she wasn't the only one telling a fib about only needing to pee. Solveig's hunch was, in fact, correct. Though her bladder was slowly becoming a more pressing issue, Lily's bowels were what worried her, constantly making their fullness known. She let out a soft gasp as she felt them clench, wishing that by some sort of divine miracle a restroom would drop out of the sky right in front of them all, but choosing a prayer more realistic, Lily chose instead to relax a bit, hoping that there was still some gas she could let out. As she did, Lily sighed as a silent toot issued between her cheeks, giving her guts a brief reprieve. But she knew it wouldn't last forever. “H-how are you holding up, Hecate?” “Oh I'm just grand, I'm absolutely bloody peachy, Liliana!” Hecate snapped angrily. Lily shrunk back a few steps in surprise and even a bit of fear, before looking away without a response, not wanting to irritate her any further. But after ten or so seconds of awkward silence: “...I'm sorry Lily, I didn't mean to snap, it's just that...by the Gods I need a toilet...” Hecate's cheeks burned as she said this. Even now, with all the time she had spent with Sol, Aria, and Lily, she always felt a flash of embarrassment when she admitted such needs. And she wasn't even getting started at the dark secret of the extent of her needs. Underneath her long, black dress, her bladder bulged against the waistband of her panties, filled nearly to capacity as she snuck a grab to the front of her dress, trying to give her muscles any assistance she could to the rapidly climbing pressure. Meanwhile, her bowels were clenching and kneading almost rhythmically now, loaded down with what days ago were field rations. Deep in the crevice of her pale bottom, her pink pucker twitched and winked as she fought to contain herself, even as her insides continued to coax her with promises of sweet, wonderful relief if she'd just raise the portcullis on her back gate and just let it all out. Though as she clenched up and issued her body yet another denial, her tummy reacted with an angry gurgle, the weight of her rectum's contents dropping down on her clenched anus like a massive battering ram, jarring a squeak out of her and forcing her to stop. “Hecate, are you alri-” FlrrrRRPT A blessing and a curse, on one hand the explosion that rang out of Hecate's rear gave her immediate, yet fleeting relief, and did not foul her panties or leave them feeling heavier. Nor did her bladder, jarred by the surprise of her release, decide to leak any of her waters. However, if Solveig or Aria hadn't heard her, than Lily certainly had. Beet red, Hecate turned to Lily, who had stopped beside her, feeling her own face go pink in vicarious embarrassment as she realized that Hecate, Princess of Kardia, had just farted in her presence. And quite noisily at that. “F-f-forgive me Lily! I-I didn't mean, it's j-just that-!” “You...you too?” Hecate cut her apology short when she heard Lily's much less...involuntary confession. “I...I know I said earlier that I just needed to pee, but I need to do...that...even worse-” This admission by Lily cut through the overwhelming embarrassment Hecate was assaulted with, and rather than feeling like curling up into a ball and disappearing off the face of Gaia, Hecate felt a genuine gratefulness to the archer. +10 Bonus Bonding points were gained by Hecate and Lily “Please Lily, I beg of you, don't let the others know, I-I can't bear anyone else-” “Don't worry, I'm embarrassed too, I won't tell anyone.” Though her spirits were lifted, Hecate couldn't deny it now, at least to herself, she was desperate at both ends. At this point, she might have asked the others to stop so she could find a spot to pee, but she couldn't bear the thought of all of them knowing that a Princess of Kardia needed to make what felt like a dragon-sized pile of leavings behind her where she would squat. Their proximity to the Capital only strengthened her resolve to simply grin and bear it. As they paused and redoubled their “defenses”, waiting for Solveig and Aria to catch up, Lily pondered asking her again, as she did earlier, if she would like to find a spot off the side of the road where she could relieve herself. Perhaps a part of her felt like if Hecate agreed, she would find it easier to do the same herself. However, knowing Hecate's refusal to take such measures in all but the most drastic circumstances, and knowing she'd be all the more adamant considering this was the brand of desperation she suffered from, Lily decided against bringing up this suggestion again. Instead, she offered her reassurances to Hecate. “Don't worry Hecate, Arcadia isn't too far, we'll make it-” Though it wasn't the first time Lily said this today, for the first time, she wasn't too sure she believed her own words... --------------------------------------------- Chapter II : At the Gate Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Desperate Lily Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Needing 2 Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Desperate Aria Bladder – Desperate Bowels – Empty One hour later... “Finally!” Aria and Solveig groaned in unison as they approached the gates of Arcadia. The sun had just finished setting, leaving a beautiful orange glow over the mountainside as the moon was growing more visible overhead. However, the scenery was the last thing on each girl's mind as they each fought their own individual battles. In the time it took them to reach Arcadia's gates, Solveig had grown quite desperate, her anus constantly winking back her load as she struggled against the tremendous weight bearing down on her ring, clenching her buns with each contraction of her bowels, coming one after another, and each stronger than the last. She was just glad that soon, a nice seat on a porcelain throne would be her reward. On the other end of the spectrum was Aria. She had long since crossed the threshold of where she would have ventured off into the brush to pop a squat, but only Solveig's insistence had kept her from going off and relieving herself unilaterally. As she squirmed, pretzeling her legs, she let out a low grumble of frustration at her predicament. Meanwhile, Lily's bladder had caught up with her need to poop, and even though her less animated nature hinted that her urgency was, overall, less than her friends, she still was relieved that they'd be reaching a restroom soon. By any visible measure, Hecate both looked, and was, the worst off of the four. Hunched over slightly, a hand between her legs and another over her constantly clenching bottom, she waddled precariously. Several times already, her load had attempted to force itself into her panties, her muscles weakening and her anus beginning to dilate very much against her will. Her iron resolve as Kardian royalty and her desire not to shame herself and her bloodline was the only reason she found the strength to force her backdoor shut. However, with each urgent contraction in her lower tummy that forced her to focus all of her concentration on not soiling her panties, her bladder would take the opportunity to force a dribble or leak out. Hecate shifted her thighs together, the gusset of her panties clinging wetly to her quivering lips as she felt a rivulet run down her inner legs. If she had simply had to pee, she would have run for the nearest tree or bush right now. But Gods...imagine if Sol, Aria, or Lily had decided to join her, and they saw her making her dung on the grass, it was unthinkable... As cold sweat beaded at her forehead, and another rivulet of her urine ran down her thigh, she was thankful for this long dress... As they approached the gates, deeper inside the castle walls, they saw fireworks shooting into the air, and hear music even through the thick walls and massive timber gates. “Looks like the celebration is already s-starting.” Lily said, her voice betraying her growing need. “Do you think the park restrooms will be packed?” Solveig felt her stomach drop, and not just from the weight in her bowels. Founding Day was one of the biggest festivities of the year for Arcadia, and the last thing she needed to deal with now was a queue at the closest restroom the could reach. “I hope so, b-but it should be fine! How bad could it possibly be?” Solveig truly hoped that her optimism was founded, as she approached the gate guards, flashing her badge. “Solveig, Kriemhild special task force, r-requesting permission to enter the Capital. And please hurry.” “Ah, you ladies looking to get in on the festivities too? You're in luck, thing are just ramping up in there! Just be sure to let the guys at the barracks know it's their turn to relieve us now.” Solveig shuddered and clenched her ass as the word “relieve”. She would have rather listened to any other word at the moment... As the gates slowly swung upon, the four girls were greeted by an absolute spectacle. It seemed every single person in Arcadia was out on the street. Concession stands were up and selling cakes and sweets, citizens were costumed and dancing merrily to the music that seemed to be pouring from the center of town, and every other person was drinking, laughing, and in good spirits. Even her memory of her last Founding Day didn't live up to the expectation of how massive this festival was. Pushing through the crowds, Solveig's initial hopes for easy relief grew dimmer and dimmer, but were utterly crushed, along with the rest of the girls, when they finally reached the edge of the park, the restrooms within sight. A massive queue seemed to pour out of the ladies room, and unlike the Gents, the queue seemed to stay stagnant as they approached. “How bad can it possibly be?” Aria hissed mockingly, before suddenly storming off. “Fuck this, I'm about to piss myself, I'll find somewhere else to go.” “Aria, wait!” Solveig called, but Aria soon disappeared into the crowd Aria has left the party. As Solveig turned back towards the others, Lily was still at her side, but Hecate was already halfway to the restroom queue, her awkward waddle betraying how badly she needed the toilet at the end of the line. “S-Sol, what do we do?” Lily asked worriedly as she squirmed on the spot, Solveig looking in the direction where Aria ran off to, and towards Hecate. “Aria should be fine, we should join Hecate. The Embassy restrooms will probably be even worse than this, the park restroom is our best chan-AH!” Solveig was cut off as the load she was holding descended, her pucker doming out as she fought off each wave of urgent, painful contractions. As she did though, her bowels nevertheless forced out a series of low, audible toots from her bottom as every last ounce of room in her rectum was forcibly appropriated for its more solid contents. As her face burned, she was about to offer an explanation to Lily, when she felt her hand taken by her and led to the restroom queue. “You're not the only one-” Lily stammered. “Lets just hurry!” Ten minutes have passed. As the trio waited in line, it indeed appeared that the queue was going nowhere fast, and they seemed to not be the only ones there who were desperate. In fact, when the line did inch forward, it wasn't because people were exiting the restroom. No, in fact the line only seemed to shorten when people simply left the line, without ever setting foot inside. Some did so out of frustration, grumbling about the state of Arcadia's public restrooms, but as Solveig watched, some left for much more dramatic reasons... ...like a young woman letting out a squeal of distress as she buried her hands under her skirt and ran off, her legs shimmering with her waters in the light of the moon, the fireworks, and the park's lamps... ...or a curvaceous mother in a skintight, body-hugging harlequin costume who was squirming frantically in line suddenly hunching over. Her hands on her plump belly, the seat of her brightly colored and patterned tights starting to tent out, before she too stepped out of line and beckoning her husband and two young children over. Solveig caught part of their under-breathed conversation as she waddled past, trying to act casually, but the children unable to help but giggle at their mother's curious and, in their eyes, humorous predicament: “Oh Gods, Halli I-I-I can't wait for this restroom, I'm s-starting to go in my panties-!” she whispered panickedly to her husband. “Ssh, just hang on and try and hold the rest Kara! The house isn't too far away, just act naturally! We'll be there soon!” “But I can't make it that f-far! N-nnh!” Solveig watched as the woman paused briefly, hunching over again, the tent in the rear of her tights suddenly ballooning and crackling out to a much larger bulge, her husband going wide-eyed and her children giggling harder. Clearly embarrassed, she waddled quickly towards the cobblestone roads with her husband and children in tow, the heavy bulge swaying between her shapely butt cheeks continuing to grow before they were out of sight. If she didn't want to end up like that woman, she had to do something. Taking a deep breath, fishing out her badge, and clenching up her bottom as tightly as she could, she turned to Lily. “Stay here with Hecate. I'm going to see what the holdup at the front of the line is.” “O-okay, just please, whatever you're going to do up there, just hurry!” Hecate just nodded, gritting her teeth as the urgency to empty her bladder and bowels came in incessant waves. This was it, if something wasn't done soon, her panties were going to be soaked and filled. One minute has passed As Solveig reached the front of the line, she flashed her badge again. “Alright, w-what seems to be the problem here, his line isn't moving at all!” Several women immediately, and pleadingly responded. “Two of the toilets are broken!” “The third one is being hogged!” “There's only one toilet for all of us!” After first calming down the women squirming for their turn, she turned towards the stalls. She would have given anything to just rush ahead and take one for herself, even the broken ones, but for now she could only control the situation and speed up the queue. Trying to use her authority to cut in line at this point could start a damned riot. Solveig stepped stiffly towards the stall containing the “toilet hog” and rapped sharply on the door. As rude as it was, Solveig had run out of patience. “J-just a minute! I'm a bit constipated!” a woman from inside called. “Listen here, there are dozens of women out here waiting patiently for their turn, many of them having accidents while waiting! By the authority of Kriemhild's security services, either you leave that restroom in sixty seconds, or I will personally kick that door down and drag you out!” Solveig regretted being so harsh, but her rant was greeted by cheers and whistles from the queued women inside the restroom. When the very embarrassed woman left the restroom, the queue's pace quickly doubled, but Solveig, wanting to minimize any more accidents, began working her way down the line, triaging the women she saw as she slowly made her way back towards Hecate and Lily. If she saw someone looking desperate, she'd move them further up the line, and if she saw someone starting to lose control, she'd whisk them to the very front. Meanwhile, Lily and Hecate watched as, for the first time, the queue began to move in earnest. Lily's heart leapt with hope, in the time they were in line her need to poo had increased dramatically, and she constantly had to squeeze and flex her bottom to keep her load inside. “H-Hecate! We're moving! We''ll be at the front in no time....Hecate?” Hecate did not respond, instead quivering where she stood as she brought both hands back to her butt cheeks, trying to squeeze them shut. Yet despite this, the powerful wave of pressure knotting her bowels was only weakening her grip, and horror of horrors, she felt her anus begin to fully dilate. Her face grew hot, sweat running down her brow as her load began to push past her defenseless cheeks. “Hecate, just a bit longer, the line is moving!” “Nnnn....nnngh...!” Instead of a sharp pain, or a dull, powerful contraction that would subside if she clenched hard enough, the urge that built up inside Hecate was one that built up to a tall plateau that didn't seem to taper off, an insurmountable wave that no longer accepted excuses or denials. No, it would keep building until it got a compromise. Despite Hecate's best efforts, it was simply too much for her as a foul spear poked out from exhausted, overworked anus. Groaning as she tried to fight it back, it only widened her further, stretching the Kardian Princess to her limit, before making landfall in the seat of her panties. Even then, her body continued to push rhythmically and involuntarily, inch by inch, feeling her underwear sag with the weight, before finally heaving the remainder of the log into them. Then, and only then did the urge finally grant her some mercy. Hecate stood there, panting, feeling the hot, hard pillar nestled against her rear. In the back of her mind, she knew, she felt, that there was much more inside her that needed out. But that was overshadowed by the mortifying realization: She, Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, had pooped in her panties. Lily watched the whole thing. Though her black dress offered a great deal of concealment, from behind, Lily could see Hecate's dress bulge out slightly from the rear. “Hang on Hecate! I'll get Sol!” Lily darted towards the front of the line. Solveig was midway between the restroom and where she figured Lily and Hecate would be, whisking another grateful girl to the front of the line when she noticed that she was starting to wet her pants, when she saw Lily running towards her. “Sol! You gotta come quick, it's Hecate, she's-” Lily saw some of the other queued women looking in her direction, and she lowered her voice appropriately. “Sol, she's starting to have an accident!” “Oh no...” Lily and Solveig made their way back to Hecate, who was right where she was previously, but at this point on her last legs. Her face was a brilliant shade of magenta, and the combination of her embarrassment and the fullness of her bladder was causing her to leak in panicked little spurts into her underwear. Trying her best to balance holding in her water and her dung, and losing both battles. “C'mon Hecate, I'll take you to the front of the line, I ca-n-nnnngh!” Solveig's desperate need to poo, though temporarily preoccupied as she took control of the situation with the queue, suddenly made their presence known with a vengeance. The urge came on suddenly and strongly, catching her completely off guard. “S-Sol!” Lily gasped as she watched Solveig double over slightly, putting her hands on her lower tummy, a rumble coming from it loudly enough for all three girls to hear. In training, Solveig had heard all manner of vulgarisms from her fellow trainees. One in particular that she learned, when a trainee was caught short and needed to unburden their bowels, very accurately described the state that Solveig was in at the moment. Solveig was touching cotton. Badly. ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter III: Salvation Solveig Bladder – Empty Bowels – Leaking Lily Bladder – Needing 2 Bowels – Desperate Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Leaking Solveig remained rooted to the spot, her log halfway inside her, and the other half wedged between her cheeks and pressing against her panties. She dared not move. She dared not breathe. Gods, how did she get herself into this predicament...she could have just browbeaten Hecate and Lily to go in the bushes outside town earlier. Sure, she might have hurt their feelings, but at least they wouldn't be stranded in a glacially-moving queue, slowly soiling themselves as they fought the inevitable. Her mind raced, could she go to the front of the line now, and flash her badge to get herself a spot in the queue? No, the ladies she got to the front of the line would riot if she used her authority in such a way. She thought grimly that maybe she could get Lily and Hecate to the front, nobody knew they were members of the security forces as well. Meanwhile she would stay in line and...tried to prolong what at this point was most likely assured... They could all look for somewhere to go like Aria did, but with this crowd? There wasn't an alley or corner that didn't have another Arcadian citizen two feet away. As her log continued to push her panties away from her butt, Lily stood by helplessly, getting a feeling that at this rate, she would be next. However, when all seemed lost... “Hecate! Lily! Sol!” Aria came sprinting towards them across the grass, panting softly as she stopped, shifting and crossing her legs. “Come with me! I've found a place where the four of us can go!” “W-what do you mea-ahhnnn-!” another wave of urgent clenching took Solveig's breath away as she fought to stay in control. Aria saw the state of all the girls, but homed in on Hecate. Judging by her appearance, she didn't have to take too many guesses to know what was happening under her dress. “Hecate, I know somewhere you can go, but you have to trust me.” “B-b-buh-” Hecate was on the verge of tears now, her bowels deciding that a taste of relief was not enough, as her pucker began to widen again. Hecate looked up at Aria. She always knew her as headstrong, crass, and even downright insensitive, but she saw a look of earnestness and concern in the Observers' eyes, something that she rarely saw. Without much alternative, Hecate nodded, unable to say much else, as Aria took her hand and slowly escorted her out of the line. Aria has rejoined the party! Hecate Bladder – Leaking Bowels – Empty “Lily, can you take Sol?” “S-sure!” Lily responded, taking Solveig's hand. “Can you walk?” “If I do...I...I might-” Solveig stammered. “Well you will anyway if you wait here, so come on!” Lily responded, with a rare hint of command in her voice. Despite it all, Solveig felt a glimmer of hope at whatever Aria had planned, and biting the bullet, willed herself to move. Inevitably though, her bowels protested as she walked, a twitch of her pucker causing the log to break off and settle in the seat of her panties. She felt the weight dragging them down while she walked, as she struggled not to poo them any more. Reaching a hand behind her skirt and lifting it a bit, she grabbed the waistband of her underwear, hoping she could make it to wherever Aria was taking them without her panties ending up around her ankles. The crowds thinned out as they reached a lightly forested area in the park close by, where despite the crowds of people meandering not too far away, at least no one could see them. But when they turned the corner around a thick patch of some bushes and trees... Several other women were dropped down and squatting down, relieving themselves. This didn't seem to faze Aria, as she brought them closer. “Apparently a few people back at that queue decided this was a better spot, and honestly I gotta agree. Now c'mon, pop a squat before some creepers walk up on us!” Solveig, despite the prohibition on public urination or defecation inside the walls of Arcadia, was no longer in any position to argue. Nor could she judge any of the strangers before her, none of them looking like drunken revelers, rather just desperate women who'd needs become too great to wait anymore. She could hardly cite them, since in a moment she was going to join them... Walking stiffly towards a tree, where another woman was squatting, she hiked her skirt up, fumbling with the waistband of her panties before yanking them down, and dropping into a quick squat at last. “Ahhhnnnngods....!” An almost erotic groan of relief exited Solveig's lips as the remainder of her first log slid out to the grassy ground below, joining the other half that had rolled out of her panties as she squatted down, and she was soon joined by Lily, who after overcoming her initial hesitation, squatted down and herself let out a sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and bowels next to Solveig. Solveig's leavings were soon joined by a second log, and she was halfway through pushing out a third when a voice next to her spoke up. “Oh dear, you too?” Solveig looked to her right and saw the squatting stranger nearby. It was the curvy harlequin mom from the queue earlier....Kara, she believe her name was, in the middle of finishing a poo that, from what Solveig could see, ended up mostly in her panties and tights before she could get them down. She was panting softly from either relief or exertion. And her face was pink and dewy, from either exertion, or more likely, the current state of her bottomwear. “Hnnh....d-don't be embarrassed sweetie, I started f-hnnkhh-filling my panties in that dreadful queue too, I couldn't even make it home! If it weren't' for this, I'd be in an even worse ssshnn-state than I am now-” “H-hah-t-thank you...” Solveig replied breathlessly. She didn't know what else to say, too lost in her relief, and pushing out the remainder of her poo, to contemplate much else. When she looked down, she noticed that, thankfully, her panties were still quite clean. A small skidmark here and there, but this would be bearable for now, and was certainly much better than Kara would have to deal with... “Are you here for the festival too? If you'd like, you can freshen up at my house. It's probably less crowded than the inns in town right now.” Solveig thought for a moment, she did like this idea. “...y-you know...sure, I...I can take you up on that! What do you think Lily?” “Mmmhhh...” Lily, on her left, was lost in her own relief, a significant pile behind her ass as a hissing stream issued between her thighs to the grass below. “Just...give her a moment.” Meanwhile, on the other side of the patch of bushes, Aria and Hecate were facing one another. Hecate's hands were planted firmly on the sides of her bottom, squeezing for dear life. If she let go, she was certain that the contents of her bowels would come spilling forth with hopeless abandon. “Alright, just lift up your dress and-” “A-Aria-!” “Seriously?! Look Hecate! I am literally b-bursting at the seams right now, and I still came back to you when I found this place! If you give me that r-royal froofy 'I'm too good for this' nonsense, I am seriously gonna-!” “A-Aria! H-help me lift up my d-d-dress! N-now! I-I-I can't-” Aria blinked for a few seconds as she processed the request. “...oh! Yeah sure!” Kneeling down, Aria began to lift Hecate's dress up to thigh level, her eyes widening when she saw the true extent of her desperation as rivulets of her waters raced down her thighs. The sight of this only made her own bladder contract sympathetically, and though she'd only lost a few leaks before now, the sight of Hecate starting to lose control like this was causing her to squirt in her pants. Despite this, she steeled herself to follow through. “O-okay, when I pull up your dress, you yank your panties down and s-s-squat. Ready?” Hecate nodded frantically, her whole body ready to give in to her urges with relief at hand. She was so close, but her bladder's frantic spurts began to merge into one long hiss, and another log began to push its way between her cheeks, threatening to overload her panties- “....NOW!” Aria yanked up Hecate's dress the remainder of the way, Hecate letting go of her bottom and grabbing her panties, yanking them down while quickly dropping into a squat. Nothing. No fine wine, no fine food, no fine men...no mortal pleasure on Gaia could match what Hecate felt at that moment, squatting down just as the floodgates opened and the avalanche began. A dull thud could be felt through the ground as the first log she lost in the queue hit the grass below, another log spilling forth atop it, followed almost immediately by a powerful, angry hiss of her water gushing between her legs. Aria, meanwhile, losing control of her own bladder, frantically undid her pants and dropped into a squat next to her, letting out a groaning sigh of relief as she did, her stream exceeding even Hecates. “AH-ah-ahhhnn....” Hecate moaned as her wastes continued to pour forth, no longer caring who saw, who judged, the relief taking her in blissful ecstacy. But, after what seemed line an eternity, the two finally finished, panting side by side as they remained squatted. Before them, their urine had flooded the grass with a shimmer that looked as though a heavy rain had passed recently. Behind Hecate, there was a pile that, as she saw her leavings and laughed at the absurdness, perhaps could have been mistaken for a dragon's! “Hahhhn...you...you came back for for us? E-even though y-you-” Hecate avoided the rudeness of gesturing or pointing, but she was referring to the sodden state of Aria's panties, not to mention the significant wet patch between the legs of her pants. She had not lied, she did go back for the others before tending to her own needs, even at the expense of her clothes. “H-heh, l-lets just say I got a conscience when I saw you guys from here~” Hecate took Aria's hand as the fireworks of the Founding Day celebration exploded skyward, cheers ripping through the crowds in the street. Though the Observer got on her nerves to no end...at the moment the Kardian Princess could think of no better person to trust at her side as she did something as private as what she had done. “T-thank you Aria...” +75 bonus Bonding Points were gained...
  2. I've wanted to do another Yuka story for awhile. This one is a rewrite of the first story I wrote called The Thief and The Holy Girl. This time though, I wanted to make a longer, more fleshed-out story with more situations. I'll give the warning that this first part has no drawn out desperation, but that will be coming later. If casual peeing/pooping isn't your thing, then this first part isn't going to tickle your pickle. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part I In the courtyards of the prison, she could hear them talking, though just barely. “So what did she do?” One guard asked another. “Assaulted a noble. There was a brawl in a small teahouse, nice little place. A couple of kids got rowdy, just as Lord Danshin’s son was visiting. In the whole mess, this girl, thin as a beanpole lashes out at somebody and misses him. Hits the noble’s kid square in the jaw.” The first guard seemed to find it difficult to take in. “This is that girl down in the cellar, right? The cute one with blonde hair?” “Yep. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right, so anyway, Danshin’s kid, now covered in tea, starts hollering and screaming. He demands whoever struck him must be executed. By now, the rest of these kids have realized who it is screaming and they’ve bolted out the front door. Not the girl though, she was just stood there.” “So she’s sat in that cell waiting for the gallows?” “Nope. A few weeks before we were meant to do it, Captain of the guard comes to visit personally. Claims Lord Danshin’s kid was way out of hand and that her sentence be lowered to a life imprisonment. So she’s shoved down into the cellar and left to rot.” “Shame, she’s cute.” In the bowels of the prison, in the old cells deep beneath the ground, a thief had been locked up. For the crime of assaulting a noble, she was to miss trial and be sent straight to the gallows. But the sun shone from her arse one lucky day when that execution was reduced to life imprisonment. This thief was Yunoko Tanobi, a blonde-haired miscreant and extremely talented. It was her who had raised her fist to that noble, striking him square in the cheek. Now, she was left to rot in this cell. She was a sharp, tomboyish girl of nineteen years. Courtesy of her thin frame, she had a sharp, distinct face with amethyst coloured eyes. She had long, straw-coloured hair that reached her shoulders, or would if it did not flick upwards. It was as if a banana skin had been discarded atop her head. That was the joke that was shared among her friends. The well-renowned beauty of Orientian girls was lost to Yunoko, with her wide whimsical eyes that always seemed to be looking for something and her thin crooked lips that held a certain sinister intend buried behind a friendly grin. As for her body, she was thin and built like a beanpole, barely an ounce of fat on her. She was skinny, lanky, and well shaped only around her arse, which she often touted as been her best feature. Even without any sun for so long, she was still a light tan colour. Appearance meant little to her, and her philosophy for thievery had always been the less she wore, the less constricted she felt. Because of this she often favoured a long white robe without sleeves; She’d torn them off believing it made her difficult to grab. She’d been right until recently. Beneath her robe, she covered her breasts, barely, with a brown corset that exposed her midriff. Were it not for laws, or the constant propositions from drunk horny men in the late hours, she’d happily walk around with her assets on display. Her shorts were a dull beige and often so low she’d catch a stray wind against the crack of her arse and lastly her boots were simple, made of leather, stained with all kinds of muck that littered the streets. Today had been a day like every other day that had passed since she’d been locked up. Yuka had woken up, tended to a pesky inch on her arse, and hobbled over to the corner of her cell, scratching herself the whole way. Still half asleep, she’d squat down over the drain and take a long, hissing piss into the waiting abyss. She’d yawn, let out a tired groan and fart, all while her water rushed beneath her. She’d sigh with relief as a whole nights worth of water poured from between her legs, splattering against the iron grate beneath her. Once she was almost finished, she’d peer between her legs and watched the last of her piss rain down in the unending darkness beneath her. After she’d taken her morning piss, she’d shake off the stray dribbles, cursing the lack of paper she was given as she jiggled her butt to get dry, then pull up her shorts and get breakfast. An iron tray would always be waiting by her cell door. On it was a bowl of porridge, unsweetened, lumpy, and more like gruel, as well as a cold cup of green tea. Seeing that miserable excuse for food made her long to be back in the capital, eating meat and drinking wine once more. She’d sit on her bed, slowly nibbling at the lumps of porridge and sipping her green tea. Some days she’d think about the Thieves Guild, and others she’d think about Ania, hoping one day she could feel her soft embrace again. Once breakfast was finished, there was nothing to do but sit on her bed until nature called. Once she heard the moan of her stomach, she’d jump up from her bed and head back to the corner of her cell, where she’d yank down her trousers and take a dump over the drain. With a soft grunt, Yuka farted. She wrapped her arms around her legs and emptied her bowels into the hole. Eating nothing but porridge had given her a soft stomach. She’d farted again, only this time it was wet. After a few seconds of wiggling her backside, she’d feel her hole yawn and a slither of soft mess wormed its way between her cheeks. It passed easily, like slop. It fell into the sewers beneath with an echoing splat. Once she was relieved, Yuka hopped up, her shorts still around her knees, and reached for the papers she used to wipe. Most of what she used for paper were pages from the books she was given in ‘care packages’ which were often sent courtesy of an old friend. She took a few papers and bent back down. “You guys bring me this drivel, but won’t bust me out.” She scrunched up the paper angrily in her palm and used it to wipe her arse. Taking a dump was the last notable thing of the day in Yuka’s routine. With the exception of one call at noon to give her another thimble of bland tea, all she could do until lights out was lie down on her bed and stare up at the cold concrete ceiling. For most people, that would be enough to drive them insane. Not for Yuka, she held onto the hope that her friends were planning something to get her out of here. She was the best thief they had, no job went without loot when she was the one running it. Those thoughts were what kept her sane. Once or twice, if the feeling took her, she’d even entertain herself with her fingers. But touching herself couldn’t compete with the touch of a tavern girl. Their soft, almost silk-like touch gently fingering the soft spot between her legs as she’d grope their bare breasts was a feeling she missed greatly. Often, as she played with herself, she’d sigh, yearning for the touch of another woman, and it was those thoughts that entertained her and pushed her toward pleasure. The day passed, and evening came quickly. Not that Yuka could tell. There was no window in her cell and the only way she knew of the passage of time was by the Prison belltower. She lay in her bed, one foot hanging over the other and both hands behind her head. She sighed. “Someday…” Her longing to escape was interrupted when her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and that dire excuse for porridge hardly sustained her through the whole day. Dinnertime had to be soon, or so Yuka thought. An hour passed, signaled by the ringing of the bell, and still no food. Yuka grumbled, jumped up from her bed and angrily approached her cell door. “HEY!” She yelled through the bars of her cell door. The words echoed but nobody seemed to care. “HEY!” She called again, this time rattling the iron bars. Her calls were answered; The sound of heavy footsteps pounded against the old stone of the prisons cellar. A looming shadow that only grew as it approached her swept along the concrete walls. A large bull of a man appeared, wrapped up from head to toe in steel and leather armour. He stood at nearly twice the size of the prison doors and glared down at Yuka with dead soulless eyes. “What?” He said calmly, but there was no kindness in his voice. “I’m hungry.” Yuka scowled. “Dinner was meant to be an hour ago.” “You eat when we say you eat, Prisoner.” The man tapped the handle of his greataxe against the stone floor. His cold lifeless stare did not ease up and he leant forward to match Yuka’s height. She wasn’t easily intimidated by the Brutes display. A thousand cunts twice her size had tried that before him, and few could scare her. She too leant forward, mimicking every action he did; she slapped her hands against her hips, leant in until she could smell the cheap booze and aging meat on his breath and scowled, baring her teeth. “Dinner was meant to be an hour ago.” She repeated herself quietly this time, displaying a seething anger in her voice. BANG! It happened quickly. The Guard, for a large boorish brute, was certainly quick with that axe. He slammed it against the cell door, rattling the metal and sending a howling echo through the cellar. Shocked by the sudden rattling of the bars, Yuka fell backwards, unable to comprehend what had just happened for a second. She nearly fell arse-first onto the floor of the cell, but managed to save her backside the hard landing. “You eat when we say you eat, Prisoner.” He growled again, wrapping his meaty hands around the handle of the axe and cackling. All Yuka could reply with was a long cold stare that tried to hide her anger. Her heart was pounding from the fear that strike brought her, but she buried it in the pit of her stomach. I’d kick you in the fucking balls if I could. She thought, holding her tongue. “Fine…” She gave in, scrambled to stand up straight and brushed off the dust that had landed on the bottom of her robe. There was a twinge in her bladder as she bent over to reach her robe, and again the need to take piss had made itself known. “I’m going for a piss.” Yuka waved her hand feebly in the air, brushing off what the guard said like it did not bother her, and strolled over to the corner of her cell. There was no privy in her cell, or even a small hole to squat over. Her cell was directly above the sewers and in the corner of her room was an old drain that connected to them. Apparently it was an old drain for throwing old food waste down into the sea, and that was what Yuka had for relieving herself, a squalid old drain. It didn’t bother her too much. She’d pissed in far worse places in her time. The only thing that bothered her was the smell that crept up, and she even grew used to that eventually. She approached the drain, one hand already fiddling with the button on her shorts. The feeling of fullness that pushed against her bladder was mild, but it made itself known. It had been a while since she’d last taken a piss. This morning actually. She unbuttoned her shorts, hooked her fingers around her knickers and pulled them down. She turned around, angled herself over the iron grate that led to the sewers and squatted down over it. She couldn’t go so easily. Out of the corner of her, Yuka could see the guard was watching her squat. She could see those wide, bloodshot eyes leering at her, hoping to get a peek of something. She raised her middle finger to the leering guard and hissed. “Hey, I’m trying to take a leak!” The guard growled. He tapped his axe against the stone and leant toward the cell door. “Turn the fuck around!” Yuka yelled. The guard growled again, and this time he shook his head in disgust. His hand disappeared behind the wall and he pulled the mouldy old curtain over her cell door, bathing her cell in near darkness. She had some privacy, at least. Yuka shuffled over the grate to get comfortable. She found it hard to piss if she wasn’t comfortable. She spread her legs slightly and sighed. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she huffed and let her bladder handle the rest. But before she could, something caught her attention down deep in the sewers. Yuka held back her water and peered down between her legs. She noticed a very faint light from deep below illuminating a small patch of mouldy stone. A lantern. “What the…” Somebody was walking through the sewers, and they were getting closer. The thought of somebody wandering beneath her cell gave Yuka a menacing thought. One that made her grin. For no other reason that to amuse herself, she watched the light grow closer. When it was right beneath her, she intended to open the floodgates and piss right on the head of whoever was beneath her. The light came right beneath the grate and stopped. It was still too dark for Yuka to tell who it was, but it was probably just a guard; some poor bastard who’d been sent on rat extermination. She didn’t care, her piss didn’t discriminate. With a big grin, Yuka shuffled again, angling herself properly and lowered her butt closer to the grate until her butthole was almost puckered up with the dirt steel. With a mischievous grin, she relaxed and let her river flow. “I think this is it.” Somebody beneath her spoke. It was a boy, and the voice sounded familiar. “Are you sure?” A female replied to him. “The map says it’s her cell. Right beneath the sewers, right?” “Alright, get the rope.” They were talking about her, they had to be. Nobody else was locked up in the cellar. The rest had already been carted off to the gallows or released. “Who are they…” Yuka held herself, halting her water right at the tip of her maidenly spout. It stung, and she grimaced, but it subsided quickly. “Yunoko, you up there?” The boy called up. Before she could reply, Yuka peered around the corner of the drain, and upon seeing the shadow of the guard was gone, she called back down. “Who the fuck’s down there?” The boy didn’t answer. “Move aside Mouri.” The girl spoke in his place. “Yunoko, I’m gonna shoot a rope up to you. Get ready to catch it.” “Hey hol-” She couldn’t even get her words out before she heard a whistle fast approaching her. It was a dart, and behind it a length of rope was unfurling. It shot up through the drain, barely missing her left arsecheek. “Fucking hell…” Yuka cursed, feeling the wind of the dart. “You almost gave me a second arsehole.” With nibble things, she grabbed the dart before it could fall back between the iron bars. “Alright, I’ve got it.” “Now tie it to the pipe running across the wall.” The girl ordered her. “Can I at least, you know, pull my knickers back up?” “Now, Yunoko.” The girl sounded low on patience. “Fine…” Yuka sighed. She followed the girls orders and tied the rope around one of the metal pipes running along the wall of her cell. Her shorts fell down further and landed atop her boots, revealing her bare arse to a cold drought that felt refreshing in more places than one. As she tied the rope, Yuka thought to herself for a moment; she was sure she’d heard the name Mouri. It couldn’t be. She hadn’t seen him in months. He was one of her few friends in the Thieves Guild and a boy with far too little stones to be doing something as daring as a prison breakout. She tied the rope around the pipe and finished tying the knot. “Alright, done.” “Mouri, hand me those gems.” “A-Amida…” The boy shook his words. Yuka could hear his nerves quivering just from the sound of his voice. “D-Do you mind if I do it?” The girl sighed. “You’re kidding.” Things went silent for a moment. “Think you’re up for it? Remember make it quick and use these gems around the corners of the drain. Remember: The corners. Say it with me.” “The corners.” The boy repeated those words. “Amida? Mouri?” Yuka recognized Amida too, and now it was absolutely clear. She hadn’t been forgotten about and left to rot in prison. The Thieves Guild had actually grown some stones and come to break her out. “I didn’t think you two had the balls to come do this.” Yuka grinned. She felt all warm, her heart was fluttering and she felt a joy she hadn’t felt since she was last on the outside. After a minute, Mouri arrived at the top of the rope. He appeared beneath the grate with a less than satisfied look on his face. He’d grown in these three months, or so it looked that way. His dark hair had grown and a thin layer of fluff was growing on his lower lip. He looked like a man now. “Hey Mouri.” Yuka giggled. “Getting a good view of my arse from there?” She wiggled her backside. “Wanna give it a kiss?” The young thief’s cheeks burned a bright crimson at the sight of Yuka’s bare thighs, as well as her more personal of assets being wiggled in his face. He averted his gaze and looked straight ahead at the gross walls of the sewer. “Now is not the time for messing around, Yuka.” His words stumbled. “Come on, pull your shorts up and let’s go.” “This is the first time I’ve had a lads face this close to my arse.” She reveled in his embarrassment. Already, it was like old times, and that made her joyous inside. She hopped to her feet, pulled her shorts back up and buttoned them up. That piss would have to wait, at least she would have the pleasure of an actual toilet… or an alley. “You’re lucky, I was gonna piss on your head.” Mouri ignored Yuka and did exactly was Amida had ordered him to do. With four small orange gems in the palm of his hand, he pressed one against each corner of the drain. A small orange flame erupted from his hand and burned away at the metal, melting it almost instantly. On the final corner, he rested a gloved hand against the grate, relying on his legs to keep him on the rope, and caught it one the gem had melted away the last piece of metal. He shimmied up the rope and gently placed the grate on the floor of the cell. The sight of the barren cell twisted his face with disgust. “This is what you’ve had to live in for three months?” He asked. “And that’s what I’ve had to shit in.” Yuka pointed to the open drain. “Let’s get going before that numb fuck out there realizes what’s going on.” Yuka climbed onto the rope and descending with Mouri into the depths of the sewers. “Hey Mouri?” She whispered. “What?” “Thanks for not forgetting me.” Yuka smiled warmly.
  3. rachelkirwan

    Wore Filthy Panties to Work

    Well usually I’m a good girl who wears clean cute cotton panties to work, unless I’m wearing panties for two days for a customer, but yesterday I was feeling particularly naughty. So rather than reaching into my drawer for a clean pair, or even into the laundry for a pair from a previous day, I went into my stash of panties I reserve for naughty times. Panties that I’ve wet a couple of times, or stained horribly in one way or the other. I found this lovely pair of white cotton panties with cute little navy blue stars and purple moons, with a purple waistband. Here they are in their pristine, virginal, never worn state: Now you will not have seen these panties before as they came in a pack that didn’t fit all that well (permanent wedgies), and they aren’t quite 100% cotton so they don’t absorb pee as well. So I reserved them for extra naughty times in and around the house. A couple of months ago when I was in the mood, I pulled the panties on inside a Goodnite, and had a rather significant #2 accident in them just because I wanted to see how badly this kind of accident would stain a pair of panties. I immediately washed them in the shower and sink, and this was the result. They were then laundered in the laundry and the shameful stain remained. So these embarrassingly stained panties were relegated to the naughty bin and I ignored them for months. The yesterday morning, while I was getting dressed, I was feeling a little naughty, and rummaged around and pulled these out. There’s something about wearing dirty panties to work, but there’s quite something else about wearing clean panties that you’ve permanently and shamefully stained. Their tendency to give me a wedgie only reminded me that they were there all day long! I pulled on a pair of black work slacks over top of them, along with a tasteful tan blouse. I went through the whole day, and would occasionally be reminded that I was wearing these adorable panties and stained panties when they got a little too uncomfortable bunched up in my bum. I got them a little more dirty in the back due to the wedgie and my lunchtime bathroom visit, but only a little bit, I’m a good girl who wipes properly. Anyhow, at lunch, I decided to have a little more fun, and so I bought a pad from the machine in the random washroom I visited, and slipped it into my panties: It was one of the cheap kinds of pads that come in a box in the machines, but I sometimes like those, as they are way too thick and make me feel like I have been a bad girl for forgetting to bring a pad with me. So this was going through my mind while I had a quiet afternoon at work. At about 2 pm, I got up for another mug of tea and felt like I could also benefit from a bathroom visit. I wandered into the bathroom to find it empty and my naughtiness levels increasing. Rather than go into the stall right away, I stood at the mirror and fixed my makeup, and as I did so, I carefully relaxed and let out one solid squirt into my pad and panties. I was feeling naughty enough that I wanted some wetting fun, but not so much so that I wanted wet trousers. I’m not the best at starting and stopping my pee, so it was a good solid 10 seconds of peeing. Unfortunately these cheap machine pads are really not good for pee accidents, and I felt my little accident flow off the side of the pad and dampen my inner right thigh. I bore down and stopped the flow and continued to fix my makeup for a few more minutes, revelling in the naughty feeling of having just peed my filthy panties at work. I was brought out of my revelry when the door opened and someone entered the washroom. She went directly into a stall, but I realized that I should probably do the same. So I relocated into the other unused stall and pulled down my pants and panties to inspect the damage. The wet stain on my trousers was invisible given the material and colour of the trousers, I removed them (after removing my shoes), and I dabbed them dry with some toilet paper. By this time the other person had wrapped up peeing, and was washing their hands, and sensing myself once again alone in the washroom, I pulled off my panties and took a few pictures of them on the floor of the stall. The pad was deliciously soaked with a rather dark blast of pee. I removed the pad and rolled it up, and found my panties mostly dry, the pad had at least protected them. So wrapped the pad in toilet paper, and threw it out in the little stall garbage, and then pulled my panties back on. I was throbbing at this point, aroused by what I had done and by the prospect of wearing the dirty panties for the rest of the day. I finished peeing in the toilet (like a good girl), wiped, pulled everything up, and went out to wash my hands. I had properly dampened the crotch of the panties by the time I got home. My hubby was thankfully home when I got back, and I was able to get a good and proper fuck almost immediately after getting home from work. I felt very dirty indeed stripping in front of him, and shyly did it facing him so that he did not see the stain on the back. He commented that he’d not seen me in those panties before, and I didn’t exactly answer him, but was careful to kick the panties under the bed in such a way that he would not see them. Sexy times ensued, and afterwards, rather than languish in bed, we both got up to go make dinner. I let him put his things on first and then slipped the panties back on underneath some comfortable pyjamas. I then spent the next 30 minutes chopping vegetables and oozing his juices and mine into the panties. Chopping complete, I hurried into the washroom to pee (which I should have done immediately after sexy times), and snapped these pictures of my dirty, now cum stained, panties. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this little experience. If you are interested in buying a pair of my dirty panties, do get in touch. You can learn more about how to order on my website: https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Best Rachel
  4. (Note: This story has multiple endings.) I was just waking up when my alarm clock went off. I hit the snooze button, only to hear the radio go off IN MY EAR. Annoyed, I unplugged it and plugged it back up. Thankfully, I remembered to put a battery in it to keep track of time. But enough about my clock; I need to get something to eat. I walked into the kitchen, just when I remembered there there wasn't anything to eat at all...well, at least not breakfast wise, so I went to the store to pick up a few things to eat, specifically some cereal, milk, and possibly cinnamon rolls. I was approaching the clerk, just as I saw my friend Irene come up to me from behind. "Nate!" she shouted, almost knocking me down by tackling me with a hug. "What's up?" "Nothing much," I replied, being distracted by both her messy red hair and the register. I quickly paid for my things and left outside, with her taking a ride in the cart. Yes, the has that young of a heart. I take her straight to the cart stand to put the cart away. Then I (literally) pick her up out of the cart and placed her on her feet (on the ground, of course). As I take my things out of the cart, she asks me the most out-of-the-blue question I have ever heard. "Can I go to your house? I'm really hungry." I couldn't help but put a palm to my face, because I'm pretty sure that her house is loaded with food when her mom went shopping the other day for the storm that hit us yesterday. Also, she just got from the store with a bag full of junk food. "Oh, by the way, I gotta pee." ...That was a different story. We quickly ran to my house, which actually wasn't very far away from the store, in hope that Irene could make it to the toilet in time. When we stopped halfway there, I almost thought she had wet herself. But it turned out to be just a false alarm. "Nate?" she asks, getting my attention. "Do you want to know to know something?" "Why, yes. What is it?" "To tell the truth, I don't just have to pee. I gotta poop, too." "Well, this is wonderful." "Well, I really wouldn't mind going in public." Irene knew of my fetish for girls peeing and pooping. She sighs in attempt to play around, but in truth, she's desperately trying to hold it. Then, I ask her a question that I thought I would never ask a girl in person. "If we can't make it, would you probably go behind a bush or a garbage can?" "Of course!" It seemed to be getting to that point now, as Irene was now holding one hand at her privates and another at her butt. I was beginning to think I might just get my wish sooner than expected, as I approach my house and reach for my keys. Then I suddenly noticed that she had wolfed down her snacks along the way, which had probably influenced the pressure on both her bladder and her bowels. I will bet that she's thinking about just letting it all go. Ending 1: Ending 2: Ending 3:
  5. NaquanH

    That Life ~The Rural Survival RPG~

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    Naoko Enjoji was raised in a home of wealth and luxury. Suddenly, she was uprooted by a condition for her schooling: "The mistress will experience life in my hometown." Naoko had to live like Charlotte, her lowly mansion servant, to learn humility and survival. This was her condition. Naoko was confused and uncooperative at first, but Charlotte was able to persuade her. So began Naoko's life of survival in the countryside. Train fare was 15800 yen. If Naoko wanted to go home, she had to scrape together the money. Until then, she and Charlotte were out here on their own... Explore the mountains, towns and village! Collect garbage, fish the rivers! * GAME * Play as protagonist Naoko Enjoji, a wealthy girl in an unfamiliar rural setting. Sell fish! Sell discarded items! Eat and drink and stay alive, and level up! Money is hard to come by! You're not a thief for salvaging cardboard and junk. But you are if you steal from homes! Decide what's important based on basic needs and urges: your stomach is growling with hunger; you need to pee and poop; you like to be naked but indecent exposure is a crime!; you want to have fun at night, but it's dangerous!!!H scenes help you adapt (raise your level) in certain skill areas. You can kill bugs and animals for experience, and you can efficiently level up by doing activities on the island. Adapt to improve "ecchi skill" and extend "underwater diving time". * RURAL LIFE * There are several gauges you'll want to keep in balance: stress, strength, fullness (stomach), hydration, and two wastes (poop, bladder). Depending on your situation, you may suffer various bad statues: inability to fight, criminalism, hunger, food poisoning, stomach pain, stress, dirtiness (mud), dirtiness (semen), soiling/incontinence. * No matter who else is in your party, if Naoko's strength reaches 0 in battle, it will be a game over after hte battle, so watch out!

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  6. SpectorIncognito250

    Look what I've stumbled upon

    So, I was browsing some videos on YouTube and managed to run into this video right here. It's a slideshow of anime girls having accidents. Oh, lemme warn y'all, there's messing involved... untitled.wmv
  7. 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  
  8. Well, this one came to mind, and is, now that I think about it, the third time I used a teapot in my preschool as a makeshift toilet. I feel sorry for that teapot, but well, when you gotta go, plus it doesn't have feelings. My morning started off fairly usual. Wake up in bed at around 5 or so. I quietly played some video games, barely caring about the condition of my diaper as part of me was still asleep. After my mom woke up, she gave me my breakfast, which was oatmeal and a bottle of milk. After that, my mom changed me out of my used night diaper, and into a fresh one, before getting me dressed for the day. As it was a bit on the warmer side, today I was dressed in a pair of a shorts and a T-shirt. The shorts had a garter, and could easily be tugged on and off, whether to use the bathroom, or to change my diaper, etc. Well, we arrived a bit early to the preschool, about five or so minutes. With that little extra time, my mom took me to the YMCA lobby's bathroom (the lobby area was pretty damn big, and seemed even bigger to my 5 year old self), to try and go. I still wasn't yet comfortable with the bathrooms at the YMCA, having barely used them for their intended purposes (If I didn't use the toilet, I'd at least pretend to) After a moment of sitting on the toilet, and only a tiny dribble of pee coming out, my mom rediapered me, and asked if I could try and use the bathroom while I was there, to which I said that I would try. After my mom dropped me off, I greeted the teacher, who, as I did not know her name, let's call her Mrs. Winters. She was a woman in, at least, her late twenties. She had two aides, one a bit older, the other around the same age, and began doing some arts and crafts. While I was doodling a picture with some crayons, I felt a familiar pressure building up, well, two pressures. I got up, and went over to a little Playskool house. Once inside, I slid my shorts down, and undid my diaper. In my five year old mind, I guessed this would help me in keeping up with what my mom had asked of me, and because this was the only diaper I had brought with me. Stashing it under one of the chairs, I fixed my shorts, and headed back out. A little while after, I began feeling a tad bit desperate. Even though I was quite potty trained by that point, my muscles were still developing. As I was doing some arts and crafts once more, I began holding my crotch with one hand, the other holding the crayon, while I pressed my butt into the colorful plastic seat, to try and keep both my bladder and bowels in check. I spurted out a bit, warming my hand a tad, as my bladder spasmed a bit. Getting up, and now walking swiftly, but cautiously, trying to avoid unloading into my shorts (At least in view of everyone.), I began looking for either a quiet place to fill my shorts, or a place to go in. I knew I wouldn't make it to the bathroom (Which were on the other end of the room for me, and again, wasn't yet comfortable with non-home bathrooms yet, at least not when my mom or the like wasn't around), and even if I could make it back to the Playskool play house, I don't think I would have been able to hold it in to fully put my diaper on. That is when I saw it. Sitting on a shelf, I grabbed the well worn tea pot, and set it down. Making sure no one was looking, I tugged my shorts down, just enough to go, plopped down, and used it as a makeshift toilet. Satisfied, I closed the lid, and set it aside. That done, I went back to the Playskool playhouse, and rediapered myself. And now, even though its past, a Halloween wetting. Now this occurred in first grade. I was going as Tuxedo Mask, from Sailor Moon. Or rather, a makeshift Tuxedo Mask costume out of what my mom and I could find around the house. Well anyway, this little incident occured around the time of the costume parade. Basically, the classes would make a sort of square in the courtyard, and each class of the eight grades, so about 16 classes in total, would walk around the square for a minute or two, showing off their costumes to the rest of the school. Anyway, as my class was one of the firsts to get let out for this, we had to wait for the other, like, twelve or so classes to get into the circle. It was during this time that I felt a twinge in my bladder, but put it off. As my class was started the walk about, my need to pee rose. Letting go, I miscalculated how much I needed to pee, and my Pull-Up leaked a bit. Not too noticeable, but enough that it trailed down my legs a bit
  9. The sorority story @LucyDL posted reminded me of this story (source). I first read it in my late teens, and it made quite an impression on me. I was out for a walk in this wooded park nearby with lots of trails criss-crossing, some more remote than others. I was walking along this ravine about fifteen feet deep, which was overgrown with heavy brush in the middle. I got the old outdoor urge to bog, so I clambered down the steep sides and secreted myself in the bushes below this large log, which had fallen across the top of the ravine. I lowered my black shorts and white briefs in the dense thicket, squatting to avoid a poo fall on my jogging shoes. My bowels soon opened and a twelve-incher split my cheeks falling with a FLUMP into the dirt at the bottom of the ravine. I rose up to peek at my anal offering, brown and knobby at the start, tapering to soft and lighter colored at the end. Hunching back down I served up two more soft mush pieces and a little sphincter spit at the end. Using leaves, I was wiping my bum...when I heard female voices in the forest, giggling, laughing and talking as they made their way along the top of the ravine. They halted above me and I crouched down further in the thicket to avoid detection, while trying to keep my naked booty out of my poo pile. A female voice announced, "OK pledges, this is your final test to see if you qualify to join our sorority." This was followed by both nervous and wicked laughter from what I gathered was a sizeable group of college age women. The voice went on, "As you know we have to share many things in the sorority house, including bathrooms, of which there are too few to go around during the morning rush to get to classes. You will definitely have to overcome your need for bathroom privacy, if we are all going to make it each morning. Therefore, we have designed this last little test of your desire to join our ranks. Each of you five remaining pledges will go out on this log to the dead branch sticking up in the middle and take a poop into the ravine, wiping yourself with the maple leaves we will provide you." Loud laughter coupled with muffled groans...a small nervous poo came out of me as it dawned on me what I was about to see, my heart rate went up, my breathing shortened, I became tumescent and some flies around my poo pile bumped into my ass. Cries of "Do we have to?" were followed by "If you want to join the most prestigious sorority on campus!" "Pledges, why do you think we told you to hold it for two days, it wasn't hazing, that's illegal here, its so you wouldn't have too much trouble with this final test." Tentatively a blonde with a great tan, matching pink shorts and top, her hair in a ponytail, made her way out on the log, grasped the middle branch, lowered her shorts, revealing a white thong, creasing her butt cheeks, which had a bikini tan across them. She wiggled around and plopped her butt on the log with her feet dangling into the air on the far side. Her ass spread out along the log and a long stream of pee flowed from her underside. I couldn't believe what was happening...a fart split the air and she began to dome...her brown eye, released its load slowly, cheered on by the rest of the sorority, out of sight in the bushes at the top of the ravine. Her reddish-brown log grew to eight inches, she strained as it broke off and fell into the bushes three feet from, hanging in the branches before twisting to earth. She sighed and bore down again...another doming released a four-incher, bucked a few times and got a softer piece to come out. "You go girl," came a cry from the top of the ravine. The red-faced blonde began to wipe with the leaf, folding it over and over and moving it up and down her crack before letting it float into the ravine. She got herself together and tiptoed off the log to the cheers of her new sorority sisters. Next came a buxom Asian American, with shoulder-length black hair held in a sweat band, a college tee-shirt and black shorts and a fabulous ass. Her panties were pink, and she squatted on the log beside the branch without sitting down. She was all business, grunting loudly to get her hole to open up under these trying circumstances. Her sphincter tension broke with a rush of yellowish-brown poop...UUMMMMMM...she went as the poo chain lengthened and fell off and three more chunks came out in rapid succession. With the OOH's and AHH's coming from the unseen gallery in the woods, you would have thought it was a fireworks show. She PTTTUUPPPPPppppped a fart and began wiping with her leaf pausing to piss for good measure...her stream striking low on the log and splattering over the bushes below...more flies from my pile bumped my ass and began to be attracted to the growing pile in the bushes in front of me. She made her way off the log to applause. The next girl was a redhead with naturally curly hair that hung in ringlets to her shoulders and very white skin. She had blue eyes and a cute little upturned nose. She teetered out on the log, pulled down her tan shorts, from below her white blouse, with puffy sleeves at the shoulders, then her white bikini pants, revealing her porcelain white ass. Her hole was, of course brown, and she strained to unburden her bowels, with little EH...EH...UMMM...EH...Eehhhh sounds. She was having a hard time overcoming her embarrassment, but the other sisters in the woods shouted encouraging words. She bore down with renewed vigor and out popped a brown ball turd that dropped with a small crash into the bushes. More pushing produced another two brown rounders and she stopped her straining to pee vociferously into the ravine in front of me. She leaned forward to strain and almost fell of the log, barely catching herself on the branch in the middle. She caught her breath and strained out a long brown knobby-ended turd to the cheers of the other coeds, panting heavily, her hole finally relaxed and let fall two days of pent-up poop. I have to admit it was getting pretty funky in my hiding place, but I was trapped...I'm sure discovery of me in the bushes would not have been pleasant, my knees began to throb from squatting there watching the scene unfolding above me. The redhead finished with her leaf and crept exhausted back along the log to a hearty reception. Next came one of the most beautiful Latino women I have seen in a long time, tall with shapely tan legs, blue jean short cutoffs, a yellow blouse, black hair down to her shoulders. Her ass was unbelievable and it was pointed down toward my hiding place, as she struggled with her yellow thong panties, pulling them clear of her dark pubic hair, draping her muscular ass along he log and expelling a dark yellow stream of pee. A loud long spluttering fart rent the air. Her hole opened to emit the fart and I could see into the dark recesses of her bowels, while the coeds in the woods laughed and hooted. Her next fart was stopped short by a turd, which filled her open hole and began to emerge, it was shapely and dark brown, with smooth crinkles and eased out with the coeds commenting on it, then it fell heavily into the bushes below. Her anus, pooched in and out four times, before another shapely cigar formed between her cheeks and found its way out with a minimum of straining. Her hole bucked once more and I was transfixed by it winking at me from between her lovely tan butt cheeks. Once more we were treated to a brown cheroot, before she began cleaning her hole with deft strokes of the leaf, complaining that she didn't have enough leaf for so much poop. She slowly stood up and raised and adjusted her yellow thong into place...I marveled at the way it disappeared between her rounded cheeks. She hoisted her cutoffs and made her way off the log to the delight of her sorority sisters. Finally, an African American coed with curly short hair, forming to her head. Her large breasts pushed out of a Mets tee-shirt and she had a healthy butt filling out her tan shorts. She tugged her shorts and pink bikini panties down over her very rounded bottom with a struggle and plopped down on the log, shaking a bit. She tried grunting hard to quickly get through the ordeal UHHHN...UHHHNNN...NNNHHGGHHHG, but nothing happened. The other girls tried to cheer her on, but it was becoming painfully obvious that she was not going to have any luck after several tries and me watching her dark brown anus pooch pink in and out to produce a poo and be accepted to the sorority. A voice from the woods said, "Janie what's wrong with you, didn't you hold it for two days?" The girl on the log began to cry and blurted out... "NO, I got so nervous about coming out here in the woods that I pooped when I took a pee, before we left...I (sob, sob) couldn't hold it any longer!" She really broke down then. The other coeds took pity on her, when one spoke up "That's right I was in another stall in the restroom back on campus and I heard Janie saying 'Oh no, Oh no'...as she pooped...I think she was trying to hold it back, but couldn't." "OK, OK" said the authoritative voice from the woods above the ravine, "Janie, you just sit there a while and maybe something will happen...maybe you didn't poop out your entire two-day load." Janie stopped crying and rested on the log above, while I ogled her brown butt cheeks, spread over the log. Five minutes went by...my legs really ached from crouching...the flies were getting worse and the smell from the leavings of four coed bottoms was almost overpowering, especially since some of the turds from the test had torn apart when they went into the bushes making the smell worse than a compacted turd. At last Janie began to stir, she leaned way forward and started straining with all her might...her hole stretched taut from this maneuver and began to turn out showing the rectal pink...a little curl of soft yellowish brown poo slowly came out of her outturned anus...it wasn't much, but cheers rang through the forest. Panting heavily, Janie slid the leaf up and down her tortured nether hole, until it was sticky with the little bit of soft poo. She struggled shakily off the log to the arms of her celebrating sorority sisters. The happy throng departed and I was able to come out of hiding, but with an arousal that didn't go down until I got back to the parking lot. My legs hurt for three days from the cramped position, but my mind kept spinning back to the sights of those beautiful booties, the sounds and smells of that day in the woods.
  10. Hi all... So, I was born with Cerebral Palsy. I use a wheelchair all the time now. I used to walk with a walker or crutches when I was younger but those days are past. So my title is misleading, but not really. With my disability, even when I walked, going to the toilet was an event. It wasn't two minutes in and out. It took time. Combine that with the "Is there an accessible bathroom here?" and other things most people don't think about, it was something that i focused on, a lot, even before it became kink. So in this thread I will tell stories from my early years that brought me here. II know you guys will have questions, and that's cool. But in the interest of saving everyone time I'm going to cover the basics.. First a few ground rules: 1. No pity. I don't want it. 2. No telling me I'm brave or inspiring. I'm not. 3. I grew up in the 80s and 90s. I have long since tired of the ever-changing politically correct language in the disability community. In polite company I say handicapped, among friends I say words like crippled. I joke about my own disability. If that bothers you, this thread may be a bumpy ride. If you try to speech police me it will get bumpier. Now a quick list of answers to questions you didn't ask but will. Yes, I have worn diapers for reasons associated with my disability. Never for kink though because in my mind it is associated with my disability. Hospital, road trips where bathrooms weren't guaranteed, and post-surgery usually. Yes I used my disability to get away with wetting, though more so after it became kink than before. When I was younger there was guilt about someone else having to clean up a mess that I caused on purpose. As to whether my parents knew I did it on purpose: Yes sometimes, but it was usually with permission or at their request for convenience reasons. No, my parents never really punished me for accidents. At most frustration if it was preventable and my fault. My friends and peers mostly just thought it was a disability thing, and didn't care too much. Some of those who caught on to the fact that I was "allowed" to have accidents with little consequence expressed jealousy. Last but not least on the obvious questions: Yes I can have sex, everything works, I'm not paralyzed. Yes sometimes sex involves pee play. No I will not be telling those stories in public. Sorry. General stuff about me, I'm in my early 30s, I have an older sister who will be involved in my stories but the name I use will be fake, because I do not have her permission to write about her here. No, she's not into the kink. Yes, she knows I am. For the purposes of this topic her name is Valerie, and I am your host Erin. That is, in fact, my real name. I was control potty trained at two but I have in fact never gone an entire year in my life without a legitimate accident. As a teen i randomly became an accidental bed wetter again for a few years. So, to properly understand some of the stories I will tell in this thread you need to know that I am, and have always been, really small. I'm 4'8. You also need to understand that even when I could walk, my balance wasn't great. I fall. Never been seriously injured but I have sat in a puddle of my own pee whole looking at the toilet before. More than once. I move slow, I can't use a regular stall, I can't squat to pee outside, and my bladder is as small as the rest of me. That's the overly-long tour. Story in my next post.
  11. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2018

    Gift for Nowi Green Poor Fwo is getting what he deserves.. After the incident here: https://nowigreen.deviantart.com/art/Milk-Mix-Up-710060637 Nowi set out to punish her naughty puppy, tricking him into drinking down the whole bottle of laxative. Now for the next few hours, her dumb doggy is reduced to being a helpless pooping puppy. ...X///x...
  12. Look what happened on the walk home View File I have to walk a long walk when I walk home, this time my knee had stuffed itself and it was a long uphill walk. Submitter AmeliaWetGirl Submitted 05/20/2016 Category Shorts Wetting  
  13. SpectorIncognito250

    female A Nurse's Accident

    (Note: This contains both wetting and messing.) Nurse Candace went to work today with a very upset stomach. At a stunning age of twenty, she approaches her desk with a folder full of papers which were then left with one of the main doctors. She then pulled up a chair and sat her cute little butt in it. As she sat down, though, she could feel her stomach churn...a lot. "What did I eat this morning?" she grumbled, holding her stomach. "And why did it wait until now, of all times, to act like this?" The churning stopped for a bit as a young boy, appearing about age sixteen, was coming into the room for a checkup. His parents left outside to handle a few errands. As the nurse had began the examination, her stomach began to churn again, this time where it could be heard more clearly. The boy couldn't help but notice her sudden movements. "What's wrong?" the boy asks. "I-It's nothing," the nurse responded. "I just ate something really nasty, that's all." "Well, just let me know if you're gonna throw up or something, okay?" Nodding, Nurse Candace resumed her examination disregarding her churning stomach. Fortunately for both her and the boy, the churning didn't seem to be going up at all. In fact, the churning was actually going down to her bowels. In a quick jolt, she stood up and pressed her hands on her butt. The boy stares at her as if she is having a bad cramp. As she is desperately trying to hold in her bowels, it started to fill up at a fast and powerful rate, to where she just couldn't hold it in anymore. She ended up releasing a very loud fart and shooting a massive brown torrent into her white panties with red hearts all over them. The stream poured down her backside onto the floor. Thankfully, none of it got onto her uniform, which was a dark pink one-piece dress. The mess on the floor was as if someone had poured a thermos of coffee onto it. "Did...Did you just...?" "Don't tell anyone, okay?" the nurse asked as she feels her bowels churn again. Not taking any chamces, she jerks up her dress to where her heart-patterned panties were in clear view of anyone who stares at her. She lets out more loud juicy farts as she shot out another brown torrent into the already-stained and soiled panties. Fortunately, the messing couldn't be seen in the front, which was in the boy's direct sight. But then she ended up releasing another torrent into her panties, which this time, was clearer and more obvious. The assault continued for another twenty seconds, then it died out. Despite seeing the nurse had completely wet and soil herself, the boy couldn't help but stare at her curvy thighs, instead. Getting the advantage, the nurse sticks a needle into his arm. After the boy had left, the nurse took off her panties and slung it into the sink to clean it. She, of course, cleaned herself, as well...right after taking a whiz standing up into the toilet. Surprisingly, her stream was very sprinkly, like a fountain. (A request from a friend I met once. ;) )
  14. fulldiapers

    Flame Princess vs Fionna

    Fionna the Human Girl, and Phoebe the Flame Princess were chosen by Princess Bubblegum to participate in a messing contest. For science, of course. The Princess merely wanted to test and see how a fire elemental's digestive system and diet of coal would fare against that of a human female of about the same age and body type, who ate a fairly ordinary human diet. The Princess took them both down to her lab, and had both girls stripped naked. They both had breasts of impressive size, Fionna having a pair of rosy pink nipples and Flame Princess's being dark red. Both girls were a bit squishy around the middle, Fionna being a little chubby, with a single jiggly fat roll, while Flame Princess had a round, potbelly to her. They looked at each other, and blushed, trying to look straight at the Princess, instead of their naked bodies. The Princess then fitted them with an identical diaper. Both of them were pink, and able to hold a nearly unlimited amount of mess. The diaper had a computer built-in, to allow the Princess to monitor the smell, consistency, volume, makeup, color, weight, size, and just about any other factor of the diaper and the smushy stuff inside of it, from a computer screen. In addition, they were both, of course, fireproof. The Princess handed Fionna a cup of water and a pill, and Flame Princess got an identical pill, except with a metal cup full of lava. Drinking water wouldn't exactly be healthy for the Flame Princess. "What's this?" Flame Princess said, looking down at it suspiciously. "It's a laxative, designed to make the whole process easier for you" she said. Fionna shrugged, having already taken the pill with a big drink of water. Flame Princess closed her eyes, swallowing the pill down with a sip of the lava. It went down just fine, and gave her a nice, pleasant tingling sensation in her belly, causing her to pat it with her hands, smiling. "Hey, this feels kinda nice" Fionna said. Fionna suddenly started laughing uncontrollably. "Hey, Flame Princess" she said. "What is it that you poop, exactly?" Flame Princess blushed. "Well, I guess you're going to find out" she looked away. "Yeah, but it'll be hidden behind your diaper, so I won't be able to tell, donkus" she said with a laugh. Flame Princess turned back towards her. "Well, it's..." "Oh!" Flame Princess suddenly shouted, as a small lumpy appeared in the back of her diaper, tenting out further and further, followed by a loud, bubbly fart, filling the room with the smell of burning. "Excuse me" FP said, blushing harder. "It's made out of a charcoal-like substance, but a big more mushy. It seems like it's always hot, too" PB said, looking at her computer screen. Fionna reached her hand out, near the bulge in FP's diaper, pulling it away. "Yikes" she said. "It's like holding your hand up to a stove" FP shyly groped at the back of her diaper. "It's so warm..." she whispered to herself. "When's my turn?" Fionna said, truly seeing this as a contest, wanting to prove that she had a more powerful poop than FP. She felt something building in her stomach, so she let it out all at once, starting with a big, ripping fart, and a big stinky load being fired out into her diaper, creating a large mushy shape all at once, noticeably bigger in size. "Yeah!" she said, wiggling her plump, messy butt in FP's direction. "Take that!" she said. FP blushed, hugging her still gurgling stomach. "What does your computer say about my poop, PBubs?" she said, squeezing more, her face turning red. PB tapped her chin with a pen. "Well, it's fairly normal, nice and solid, signifies a nice, healthy diet, of someone with an appetite that's a big above average" "So I eat like a hero should?" she said, gripping at her tummy, feeling it rumble. "Something like that" PB said. "I think I feel something else coming on..." Flame Princess said, crouching down to accommodate her next load. Her diaper fell down in a pointed shape between her legs. The warmth could be felt all the way from where Fionna was standing, which was rather pleasant. Not that Fionna didn't have enough pleasant warmth of her own, as she filled her diaper for a second time, forming a nice, solid lump in the back of her diaper, as the front and bottom bulged a bit too. "Yeah!" she said. "I'm really good at this, right Princess?" PB looked over at her. "Well, you're certainly above average in terms of a human, but FP's a bit impressive too" PB handed Fionna and FP a pair of laxatives each. "Take these" she said. "I'd like to see what your limits are, and measure your maximum amount of mess against each other" Fionna had swallowed the pills before PB could finishing talking, and after PB was done, FP took hers. The reaction in Fionna was almost instant. Fionna felt a tiny explosion in her belly and ass, her diaper bursting out, falling to the ground and hitting the floor with a wet splat. "Oh wow" she said, leaning back, using her diaper like a seat. "Beat that!" she said to Flame Princess. Flame Princess gritted her teeth, her eyes turning red with anger. She snatched a handful of the laxatives from PB's desk. "That'll mess with my data!" she said. "I don't care about your data" FP said. A noise like the rumbling of an active volcano came from her stomach. PB's computer screen flashed red. "You shouldn't have done that!" she said. "Fionna, please leave the room" she said. "But..." Fionna said. PB grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her outside the lab, her full diaper dragging along the ground. PB locked the door behind her. "Uh, guys, where are you going?" Flame Princess said. "Just wait until you mess, and then I'll take care of, well, cleanup" In almost an instant, a huge load burst forth from Flame Princess, filling her diaper to unreal size, so much that the lumpy edges of her pink nappy pushed up against every wall in the lab. FP was surrounded on all sides by her own warm, smushy filth. She sighed, staying put, waiting for the Princess to arrive. Outside the lab, Fionna gave the Princess a poke on the shoulder. "Hey PB, do you think if I took that many laxatives, I could poop that much! Or what about if I took even more? The Lich Queen couldn't stand up to that amount of stink, right?" The Princess had her nose pinched shut. "No" she said. "After today, I'm throwing all of those laxatives away" Later that day, PB had managed to clean up FP's mess, have Fionna's diaper changed, and get her lab back to its normal condition. She was in the process of throwing away the last of her laxatives, when... She decided to take a single pill, feeling a small, warm bulge begin to build in her panties...
  15. So today I was reading a blog about a girl in the UK who poops for fun. https://katannauk.tumblr.com/archive so while I was reading I pooped my pants for fun. It was very mushy (making it so much more fun). So I mushed it around in my panties while I continued reading the blog. This caused me to get very aroused so I slipped my hand into my pants to have some fun. It was great and when I finished reading a got up to go clean up. hope you enjoy.
  16. taiwanese1897

    Love Live Muse Pooping

    http://hentai2read.com/bou_ninki_school_idol_toilet_tousatsu/
  17. View File awesome bike ride in white spandex tights and abriform diaper -huge poop in the already very wet diaper huge poop in the already very wet diaper - see what happened before: comments are welcome Submitter femboydl Submitted 06/05/2017 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  18. OverFlo207

    Sparkypup - Doodler by OverFlo207

    From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Gift for Sparkypup (FA) (For being a good little puppy, and helping Flo out, when I had technical difficulties with my computer....a free bonus doodle for the cute wolf pup) Sparky looks to be having a little tinky squishy difficulty of his ^w^ Lucky boy.
  19. check this awesome page that i found, it have a lot of videos!! http://diapervideoycomic.blogspot.mx/search/label/Diaper Poop
  20. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    Gift for lil-vyx The warrior that puts his dark and dirty past behind him, can make life a lot less stinky. Sometimes it takes turning your back on your problems and foes, to show them all that you are a badass...But writing it on your diaper helps too :3
  21. fulldiapers

    Chapter 1

    Palutena's relationship with the goddess of nature, Viridi, could be described as rocky at best. And Viridi was certainly a force to be reckoned with, she had seen her might in action before. Instead of resolving their conflicts through battles, Palutena felt it was appropriate to use more peaceful methods. She wouldn't bring Pit along, no. She loved her little angel quite a lot, but Pit wasn't exactly the diplomatic type. She would do this herself, and instead of confronting Viridi herself, she would start by working her godly charms on one of Viridi's commanders, Phosphora. Phosphora could certainly be a bit of an annoyance in her own right, but she was more tolerable than her master. In Palutena's mind, this would be simple. She would invite Phosphora over for a feast, and Phosphora would take one bite of Palutena's wonderful cooking, and would immediately go to Viridi, and tell her how much of a warm, caring, talented, and youthful goddess Palutena was, and how much she wanted them to join forces. It would be perfect. Palutena prepared the table, or rather, conjured it up using her powers, creating a square table with a pair of chairs so she could sit across from her guest. She gave the chairs some extra padding, for comfort, and summoned two plates, an angelic, spotless white, and the best silverwear she could create. She admired her work, before going into the kitchen, to begin her cooking. Palutena wasn't known for being the most talented chef in all of the Godly Realms, but nothing could win over an ally like a good homemade meal. She conjured herself a recipe book, and all the ingredients she would need, tentacle of kraken, roots of a mountain, a bit of ambrosia. She mixed them all in exactly as the instructions said. She stared down at her creation, a thick, bubbly, green paste-like substance, with pride. It didn't look appealing, or anything like the picture in the recipe book, but she was certain she had created nothing less than the best thing Phosphora would ever taste. She poured the mixture into a cauldron, and brought it out to the center of the table, just as Phosphora arrived. She took a seat, and yawned, to show Palutena just how much she didn't want to be there. "Can we just get this over with?" she said. "We know this is just going to end up with Viridi hating you even more" "I wouldn't be so sure about that" Palutena said, taking a ladle and pouring her green meal into a bowl in front of Phosphora. "Give it a try, it might change your mind" Phosphora stared in disgust at the mix, gagging. "I'm not eating that" she hissed. Palutena poured herself a bowl, and took a spoonful into her mouth. To her surprise, it was actually good. "See?" she said. "It's delicious, give it a try" Phosphora sighed, and rolled her eyes. "Whatever" she said, scooping up a bit of it in a spoon, and taking a cautious sip. She looked up at Palutena, and then back down at the meal. "It's not half bad, I guess" she said, taking another spoonful. Unable to resist herself any longer, she lifted up the bowl, and gulped the whole thing down, wiping the excess green substance off of her lips. Palutena was delicately spooning it into her mouth, until it was all done. "Alright, fine, what do you want me to say? It was great, okay" Phosphora grumbled "And I assume you'll put in a good word with Viridi for me?" Palutena said, smiling warmly, practically glowing with pride and satisfaction. "Yeah, sure, whatever" Phosphora got up to leave, until she heard a strange, low, grumbling noise coming from her stomach. She placed a hand on her exposed midsection, feeling it growl and rumble. "Ugh, I don't think your food is sitting well with me" she groaned. "Oh, I'm sure you're fine" Palutena said, putting a hand on her own belly, and feeling it groan as well. "Oh, my, I guess you are right" she said, blushing bright red. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine" "I don't feel fine! I feel like I'm going to shit myself!" she said, one hand clutching on her stomach, the other clutching her ass. She was right, it was taking every bit of effort she had not to soil her panties right then and there, and Palutena was feeling much the same way. "Calm down" she said, taking a deep breath. "I think I have a solution" She waved her hands, and Phosphora felt her pants and panties vanish, now replaced with a thick, crinkly diaper. "What the hell?" she said, groping and grabbing at her diaper in disbelief. "I said I had a solution" Palutena said, sighing. "I didn't say it would be one that you'd like" "What's wrong with-" She was interrupted, as a loud, deep noise, muffled by her thick diaper, but still very audible, burst forth from her ass. She could feel a weight in her diaper, as Palutena's cooking finally decided to make its second appearance. A round lump appeared in the bag of her diaper, sagging down, and releasing a foul odor that filled the room almost immediately. "Ugh" Palutena plugged up her nose. "I thought a goddess like yourself would be a bit less...foul" "Excuse me?" Phosphora said, somehow turning redder than her already beet-colored face was at the moment. "It's not my fault I stink! It's your cooking that's coming out of me!" she crossed her arms. "Typical Palutena, convinced that her shit doesn't stink" And at that moment, Palutena released the same sort of deep, mushy sound that indicated that she had soiled herself as well. Her diaper was bulging out towards the ground, with a very clear brown stain making its appearance. Phosphora took a big whiff in. "See, I told you, your ass stinks too!" Palutena scoffed. "You're just smelling yourself" she said, turning her head away from Phosphora in an attempt to conceal her blush. "Am not!" Phosphora said. Phosphora felt the weight in her diaper grow heavier, and Palutena watched in perverse amusement as the back of her diaper took on a lumpier texture, paired with a brown stain and more sagging in an attempt to contain her even bigger load. "Ughhhhhhhhhh" Phosphora moaned, placing a hand on her groaning stomach, feeling it rumble and churn like the roar of the mighty Twinbellows. Palutena's stomach growled back, giving a pretty clear indication that it was her turn to release her next load. Instead of making a lumpy pattern in her diaper, Palutena's mess seemed to be gathering all in one place, causing her diaper to tent downwards and end up somewhere between her thighs, giving her a pleasant warming sensation between her legs. The entire room smelled of Palutena's cooking, mixed with the odors that would normally accompany the presence of a dirty diaper. Phosphora's stomach wasted no time, gifting her her third and final load. It exploded out of her without warning, filling up her diaper in the back, leaving her with a huge, lumpy, turdy mass behind her, covering her whole backside in its warm, squishy grossness. "Ew!" she cried out, just as Palutena's stomach growled. Palutena was more prepared, spreading her legs, squatting down, and squeezing until her face turned red. She felt the last bit of her cooking exit her body, as her diaper formed a point, sagging all the way down to the floor, and hitting it with a wed thud. "Oh my" she said, giggling. She was forced to waddle around, her diaper dragging itself between her feet. Phosphora was forced to waddle herself, trying to get used to moving in a massively full diaper. Palutena giggled again. "It looks as though I managed to mess better than you" "You did not!" Phosphora said. "It just looks like that because it hit the floor" she turned around, showing Palutena her mess, in all of its lumpy, foul glory. "See!" she said. "This thing is huge!" Palutena gave it a quick squeeze. "It doesn't feel that way to me" she said. Phosphora grumbled. "Great, now it's all way up in my crack. It's going to take forever to get clean" "How do you think I feel?" Palutena said. "My mess is caught in some rather difficult-to-reach places, I'm afraid" The two women began laughing at once, at the absurdity of their situation. "You know what?" Phosphora said. "This was kind of fun. I'll put in a good word with you to Viridi. But tell anyone about this, and I'll make you look as bad as possible, and tell her that you poop your diapers" Palutena laughed, and nodded in understanding. "I suppose you don't want some food to take back to Viridi? I was going to offer her some, but then, well, you know" Phosphora smiled. "Actually, you know what? I think I'll take some of that to go, please"
  22. fulldiapers

    Chapter 1

    This has scat, farting, piss, and other really gross things, so seriously, if that bothers you, leave, because it gets nasty as hell from here. Also, I know trolls can't get pregnant in canon, roll with it I did not write this, my friend http://rainbowdiapers.deviantart.com/ asked me to post this here for him, so please give any credit to him :3 Terezi Pyrope had a problem. She was, in fact, far more of a freak than any of the trolls could have imagined. Compared to her secret desires, her obsession with the color red and tendency to lick people was nothing. Even Equius's strange horse infatuation and whatever the hell is up with Gamzee paled in comparison to her secret depravity. To add to this, she was also pregnant, her hormones raging, her desires heightened. She had to go on, wanting desperately to share her desires with Dave or Karkat, but there was no way, they would be disgusted, so she kept her dirty little secret to herself. That is, until she got herself an idea. Who better to fulfill her secret fetishes without judgement than her own ancestor? She took after Redglare, so it was only natural that her dirty thoughts must exist throughout the entire Pyrope bloodline. She wandered through the dreambubbles, for a few hours, until she finally located her Ancestor, a taller version of herself with a much more full, mature figure. She was also pregnant, but with a much more impressive stomach, jutting out massively, with a visible popped navel underneath her clothes. "H3Y, R3DGL4R3" she shouted at her ancestor. "Yes, greetings, Terezi" she said calmly. "WH4T'S W1TH YOUR VO1C3?" she said, referring of course to her lack of a quirk. "I used to assume the same tone that you do now, but, I have resorted to talking in a more proper manner, since it's easier to take me seriously when I don't T4LK L1K3 TH1S" Terezi sighed. "W3LL, 1 W4NT3D TO 4SK YOU SOM3TH1NG" she said. "DO YOU 3V3R H4V3 SOM3TH1NG YOU R34LLY W4NT TO DO BUT YOU C4N'T T3LL 4NYON3 B3C4US3 1T'S GROSS" Redglare's cheeks immediately flushed a shade of turquoise. She cleared her throat. "I assume you're referring to...the, uh" "SH1TT1NG ON 34CH OTH3R, Y34H" "Keep it down" Redglare said, hushing her ancestor. "Yes, that. I'd, uh, enjoy taking you to a more private location to, well, defecate and urinate on you" "GR34T, 1LL T4K3 YOU B4CK TO MY H1V3" Terezi lead Redglare back to her hive, conversation between the two was nonexistent. Without a word, Terezi lead her inside, through the rooms, and into an area that they could conduct their filthy behavior in peace. Terezi removed her clothes, baring her large breasts, swollen from pregnancy and nook, that was leaking her light blue genetic fluids. Her belly was also visible, a perfectly round sphere with a rock-hard navel. Redglare removed her garments as well, showing off her body, with much larger, monstrous breasts, and a nook that was equally wet with arousal. Her own pregnant belly was fully exposed, dwarfing Terezi's Terezi laid on her back, mouth open, a big, wicked grin on her face. Redglare walked over to her, positioning her ass right above her ancestor's face. "H3Y, C4N YOU F4RT ON M3 F1RST?" she said, still smiling. Redglare took a deep breath, squatting down slightly. Her asshole could be seen puckering, and opening up a bit, as she released a loud, nasty fart. Terezi inhaled deeply, savoring every second of the putrid scent. She moaned, beginning to stroke her own nook. "Oh, I'm sorry, that must have been the grubloaf I have this morning" she said. She released another deep, wet fart right in Terezi's face, who sniffed it all up, loving the feel of the warm air and stench surrounding her. She pleasured herself aggressively, letting out yelps and moans. "1 W4NT SOM3 P1SS" she said. Redglare obliged, spreading the petals of her nook, and raining down a golden stream of urine all over Terezi's fertile body. Terezi used her long tongue, licking up the few drops of golden liquid that she could. "NOW T4K3 4 B1G SH1T ON M3" she said, ready to go into the final level of her twisted fetishes. Redglare obeyed, spreading her asscheeks apart, as the remains of her morning grubloaf had begun to turtle out from her asshole. The thick, brown, chunky log of solid shit plopped itself right down on Terezi's chest, landing in her cleavage. In response, Terezi decided to take a shit herself, a large, clay-colored coil making its way out of her anus. "MOR3" Terezi demanded. Redglare moved forward a bit, taking another huge, smelly pile on her belly, forming a perfect, almost cartoonish coil on her big, round stomach. Terezi stood to her feet. "1 TH1NK 1TS MY TURN" she said. Redglare took the hint, laying down on the ground, exposed. Terezi planted her asshole above Redglare, ripping an unimaginably odorous fart right into her nostrils. Redglare's eyes watered from the scent. Determined to outdo her ancestor, Terezi pulled her ass cheeks apart, and dropped a thick brown turd onto Redglare's bloated belly, much larger than anything that had come out of Redglare. It continued to pour out, in all of its thick, stinky horribleness, forming an increasingly large pile on Redglare's tummy. Finally, the turdy onslaught stopped, leaving only an enormous pile of waste on Redglare's round stomach. Redglare had been pleasuring herself the whole time, and managed to reach her climax, spraying her fluids all over the floor. Terezi, who had also been fingering herself throughout, released her own sex juices at the same time. The two trolls paused, before Redglare looked up at her partner. "Just so you know, I'm not cleaning up" she said.
  23. Warning: The story that you are about to read is at least 20% true. Also, it contains diapering, messing/pooping, masturbating, and squirting, as well as wetting and peeing. (Knowing me, it may contain mostly messing.) Just remember...you've been warned. :D Prologue: My name is Spector Incognito. I have just enrolled to Aeris University. I'm eighteen years old. I've always wanted to know what living on my own really felt like, so I've planned move out of my parents' house and into a dorm. But before I could do that, I had to get a physical AND a shot. But it wasn't all that bad, until the nurse had whipped out the first needle. As soon as she stuck it in my arm, I began to notice her knees shaking. I wondered if she was afraid of something. When I asked her that, she smacked me in the face, probably 'cause I said it in a joking manner. But when I started to hear something splashing on the floor, I quickly thought otherwise. Yes, my friends, this twenty-something-year-old lady (obviously her early twenties) had just pissed herself right in front of me. At that very moment, she asked if she could check my...you-know-where. I took off my belt and unzipped my pants, just as it started to spring up. The nurse took one good look at it and went "Ooooh, a happy little one, aren't you?" and wraps her soft fingers around it. Now, I had to pee, myself-- really badly. The way she began to move it was making it hard to hold it in. Eventually, she takes it out of my pants and moves it around some more. Then she strokes it with her hands. I was desperately trying to hold it in (of course, I'd tell her I had to pee, but I thought it's better if she didn't know). Then she moves it faster to where it was just about to come out at once. After about five seconds, the floodgates have opened, making it spray all over her chest. I stopped it, just as it had almost hit her in the eye, but the way she was moving it had made it impossible to keep it closed, as a bigger stream had gushed out right in her face. Though I almost felt embarrassed about this, she somehow seemed to like it, as she sighs and moves it around so it would get all over her body. Then, all of a sudden, she unbuttons the top of her dress and puts it in her bra so it would get in between her breasts. Her head, on the other hand, was in so close of a reach that I could stroke her long powder blue hair. When the stream stopped seconds later, she took it out of her breasts and re-buttoned her dress up. I stared at how badly her dress was soaked, along with her face and neck. At that point, she had placed her hand on her butt. As she started to fidget again, I slowly crept my hand up her dress and placed my finger on her panties, just as she had quickly took it out and ran to the toilet, surprisingly with the door open. She sat on the toilet, watching me staring at her. Eventually, I began to hear the biggest eruption I had ever heard in the toilet. As she was holding on to her stomach, she was farting very loudly, probably in hope to push something out. She then asked if I wanted to watch. As much as I wanted to plug my nose, there was no way in hell that I could tell her no. She got up and slowly pulled me next to the toilet. I sort of expected to see her legs open; instead, she closed them, lifted the seat, and sat on the rim. I grabbed her shoulders so she wouldn't fall into the toilet. As I stared into the toilet, I began to hear more gas come out of her butt before seeing brown fluids shooting out in a massive jet stream. She stops every now and then to catch her breath before pushing out another stream. She seemed to be out, but she was actually trying to hold in a third stream. She fidgeted a little, hoping that it would come out in a massive burst. A few seconds later, it came out in a much more powerful force than before. After it had stopped seconds later, I had wiped her butt and the front side (if you know what I mean) and flushed the toilet. I don't know why she even bothered putting those pee-soaked panties back on, but I'll bet that she felt good about letting it all out. But then I got concerned about her dress. Thankfully, there were plenty of spares in the cabinets. There was also a sports bra sitting underneath the desk for some odd reason. Her underwear, on the other hand, was replaced with a very thin diaper, which she seemed to have trouble getting on; I had to help her out with it. Then we both washed our hands and went back to the room to finish the checkup. When she finished, I had left out of her office with a pair of her pink panties with ten digits written in black ink on the back. In the front, right at the wet spot, was the name Clara. If I know one thing, I'm gonna be callin' somebody tonight!
  24. d418

    Retreat

    Nerissa returned to the beach feeling utterly humiliated. It was bad enough that the horrible woman had made her wet herself, after she’d struggled so valiantly, and so successfully, to find an acceptable place to urinate before it was too late. Adding insult to injury, the woman had insisted that she clean up the mess afterwards. “But there wouldn’t have been a mess, if you hadn’t made me try to stop!” Nerissa had protested. It had cut no ice. Nerissa had made the mess, the woman insisted, so she had to clean it up. By the time she had finished using the completely unfamiliar implement which the woman called a mop, Nerissa was fuming. If this was how humans acted when you went out of your way to avoid offending them, she was through with being so diplomatic. In future, she would pee, and to hell with their silly squeamishness. As she undulated down the beach towards the sea, Nerissa could already feel a very slight fullness returning to her bladder. It was easily controllable, and nowhere near the urgency that she had felt when she came out of the sea. Nevertheless, she was intending to return straight to the sea, and a mermaid always entered the water with a completely empty bladder. Among her own kind, Nerissa would pee automatically as she headed for the sea, and this would be completely acceptable and expected by other mermaids. No longer in the mood to be tactful around the humans, she allowed her sphincter to relax and her pee-flaps to open. Her urine dribbled onto the sand, leaving a thin wet trail behind her. As she passed the man who had shown her the way to the toilets, she glanced towards him, and saw him return her gaze. He smiled at her, and she couldn’t help returning the smile, despite her anger. It was hardly his fault that the woman in the toilets had been so unreasonable, and she had sensed an empathy from him when they spoke earlier. Even so, when she sensed that he was intending to engage her in conversation, she chose not to notice this, and instead continued past him to the sea. Once in the sea, Nerissa swam quickly away from the beach, and followed the sea bed downwards as its gentle slope became a near-vertical cliff. She could last almost indefinitely without needing to pee, this far down, and the familiarity of her natural environment had a calming effect on her mood. She moved easily, here, and spent a few minutes indulging her love of rapid, acrobatic swimming, dodging around rocks and between kelp fronds. Then, having burned off the remains of her anger, she set off at a leisurely pace away from the beach. Even at this, relatively slow swimming speed, she moved faster through the water than the average middle-distance runner did along a road. That man had been quite nice, in his way, she reflected. It had been evident that he understood fully the discomfort she’d been in, and his directions to the toilet had been clear. She thought she had even sensed a deeper interest. And she was certain she was the first mermaid he had ever seen. His goggle-eyed expression had made that obvious. Nerissa found herself thinking of the way his gaze had fixed on her hands, as she clutched herself in desperation. She hadn’t dared look down to see how evident her slight mishap had been. Could he have noticed what was happening? If so, he hadn’t seemed offended by the sight, although he had seemed rather interested. Maybe he was just interested in the anatomical details. After all, if he hadn’t seen a mermaid before, he wouldn’t have known how they pee. The manner in which she had been holding herself must have given him some clue about that. Yes, that was the most logical explanation for his apparent fascination with her loins. She continued swimming, putting as much distance as she could between herself and that wretched beach. This time, she was paying attention to where she was going. There was a proper mermaids’ beach close enough for her to reach before sunset, and that was where she headed. She swam steadily, at a relaxed pace, keeping close to the bottom of the sea. When, at last, she sensed her proximity to her destination, she turned in the direction in which the bottom started to rise, and followed it up. The pressure in her bladder began building almost as soon as she came within two mermaid-lengths of the surface. For the moment, of course, there was no possibility of losing control of her sphincter. Her instincts, and the anatomy of her pee-flaps, made urinating impossible for her, and she simply had to endure the growing ache as she propelled herself urgently towards the shallow, sandy seabed which led up to the beach. Swimming at top speed, she overtook the breaking waves and went crashing out of the surf and several mermaid-lengths up the beach, beyond the reach of the back-tow. The moment she broke the surface, the ache in her bladder turned into the same desperate pee-need which she had endured for so long on the last beach. No longer constrained by an instinctive inability to open her sphincter, she found herself struggling to prevent it from opening involuntarily. This was the point at which little mermaid-pups frequently had wetting accidents, peeing into the sand as they beached themselves, unable to hold back the sudden urgency. The normal, expected behaviour of a mermaid who was past the wetting stage was to stand up to her full height on her tail before opening her bladder. The fullness of her bladder, and her simple anatomy, meant that the powerful jet would easily reach nearly a mermaid-length in front of her, splashing onto the sand well away from her. Nerissa wasn’t quite sure why she relaxed her sphincter as she slid up the sand. Maybe she’d just had enough of enduring a full bladder for one day. It felt good to give in to her need so completely, even though the warmth against the front of her tail had exactly the same connotation to her as a wet pair of pants would have to a human woman. Instead of standing up on her tail, she simply knelt up and let the urine fountain out of her pee-hole all over her tail. She was glad no other mermaids were around to see her wetting herself like a baby, but oh, it felt so good after the events of that morning! Relieved at last, and feeling mildly aroused by her wetting, she shuffled a short distance up the beach to a patch of dry sand which was out of reach of the waves. She knew she shouldn’t ignore her arousal, but she felt too tired to do anything about it. Turning onto her back, she stretched out full length and closed her eyes. Sleep rose to claim her, carrying away the shame and embarrassment of the morning’s events. * It was late afternoon, and time to be thinking of making a move. As Steve pulled on a t-shirt and folded up his deckchair, he thought about mermaids. He’d been thinking about little else, ever since this morning, when that one had slid out of the sea right in front of him, knelt looking around her with her hands clamped against the front of her tail, and then asked him for directions to the toilet. He’d never believed in mermaids. They were just a story made up by sailors who had seen manatees and misunderstood what they were. Except that it certainly hadn’t been a manatee who had spoken to him. It had been a mermaid, just like the ones he’d seen in picture books when he was a boy. And hadn’t she been a beautiful one, too? Golden-blond hair had been plastered down over her shoulders and back, and her face and body would not have been out of place in a fashion magazine. At least, the top half of her body — the human half — wouldn’t have. Although, thinking about it, the pictures of mermaids that he’d seen always showed them wearing shells, or something similar, over their breasts, whereas this one had been completely topless. In fact, she’d been naked from head to toe — tail. Despite a head full of mermaids, Steve remembered to buy himself something for an evening meal, in a nearby shop, after putting his things in the car. Then, fully provisioned for the night, he got into the car and edged into the late afternoon traffic. As he guided the car through the streets in the direction which led to the coast road, he resumed his pondering over the mermaid. He’d never stopped to wonder, even as a boy, what toilet arrangements mermaids had. If he had, he would probably have assumed they had no need of bladder control. He certainly wouldn’t have expected to see one clutching herself as this one had, clearly desperate to pee. Why hadn’t she done it in the sea, before coming ashore? Come to that, if she was that desperate, why hadn’t she just done it where she knelt? It wasn’t as if she was wearing any clothes that she needed to protect. It had been unnervingly erotic, seeing her clutching herself as she had. Had there even been a hint of a little extra water running down the front of her tail, just before she spoke to him? Certainly, she had seemed momentarily on the verge of losing control, if her body language had been anything to go by. It had been remarkably human, the way she clutched herself and squirmed. Had she got to the toilet in time? He wished she’d lost control completely as she knelt in front of him, then he felt ashamed of himself for having such a voyeuristic wish. Her mood had been difficult to judge, when she passed him again on her way to the sea. He’d sensed anger, when she first shuffled into view, as if she’d been unsuccessful in her quest. But her smile at him had contained genuine warmth, as if expressing gratitude for his help. So had she been in time, or not? Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he turned the radio on. Hopefully some music would help to keep his mind on his driving. Twenty miles along the coastal road, he turned off onto a narrow lane which led down to the sea. The lane came to an end next to a boathouse. Steve stopped the car and turned the engine off. Getting out of the car, he fetched his beach bag from the boot. The chair could stay there, ready for tomorrow. He locked the car, and took the bag to the door of the boathouse. He let himself in, using the other key on the car’s fob, and locked the door behind him. Inside the boathouse, a small sailing dinghy bobbed very gently as it nestled within the surrounding wooden wharf. Its sail was furled, and the mast folded down, to allow the boat to fit through the door which led to the sea. Steve climbed down the ladder which led from the wharf to the boat, carrying the beach bag in one hand. Even with the sailing lessons that he’d had to take before coming on holiday, this boat was probably saving him money as a way of getting to the island where he was camping. It needed no fuel, apart from the tiny amount that the outboard motor took for manoeuvring in and out of the moorings. He had no idea how much fuel it would have taken for a motor launch to travel between here and the island, but it would probably have been more than the sailing lessons had cost. He started the engine, cast off and gently eased the boat forward, out of the boathouse. Once on the open water, he stopped the engine, raised the mast to its vertical position, locked it into place, then unfurled the sail. The wind took it, and the boat surged forward. Steve sat back next to the tiller, and guided the boat away from the shore. The sun was almost touching the western horizon, as he approached the mooring on the island after an uneventful crossing. He waited until the wind had carried him within half a kilometre of the shore before furling the sail and starting the motor. The mast could remain up, here, as the deserted island required no boathouse to keep the boat secure. He slid gently to a halt next to the small, wooden wharf, and tied the boat to the bollards fore and aft, feeling thankful for the lessons he’d had on how to do this properly. With daylight beginning to fade, he walked up the slope which led from the wharf to the small, flat area on the top of the island where his tent was pitched, carrying the bag with his purchases and the beach bag with his clothes and other beach necessities. * Mermaid’s don’t dream about much, but there is one dream that they all have, often more than once in a night. Nerissa was a little mermaid-pup once more. She was swimming under the sea behind her mum, heading for a beach. As the sea bottom began to rise, and Nerissa followed her mum upwards, she felt an ache begin, low down in her abdomen. It grew as rapidly as they rose, soon becoming uncomfortable, and now there was a stinging sensation right at the front, near the top of her tail. Her mum was just below the surface, when the stinging sensation changed to a thrumming, spurting sensation. Mum vanished out of the water, sliding up the sand, and Nerissa followed her. As she broke the surface, and slid up the beach, she could feel wet warmth between the top of her tail and the sand. It was nice, and it was making the ache in her tummy go away. Then another ache started, lower down her tail, and the sand there suddenly felt slippery and warm. On the real beach, as a half-moon shed faint light over Nerissa’s sleeping form, urine bubbled up gently from between her pee-flaps and ran down both sides of her tail. A short distance lower down her tail, a puckered orifice opened and extruded a soft, brown mass. Mermaids have no bladder control when they are asleep. They have little bowel control at any time, beyond an awareness that they are about to defecate.
  25. So something that happened today at my campus brought back this old memory from first grade. This was on one of those days wherein I had run out of diapers. I was playing kickball with some friends when i felt the need to poop. Fortunately for me, the ball rolled into some thick bushes, and i volunteered to get it. I went in and, under the cover of the bushes, removed my khaki shorts, pooped into the bushes, pulled my shorts up, and brought the ball back over So on what happened today was, it was 5:40 and I was waiting for my ride when I felt the need to take a dump. All the nearest bathrooms were closed so what I did was, making sure no one was coming, I ducked into some bushes, crapped onto the leaves, and left