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So I'm taking requests for JJBA scat prompts for fics. There's hardly any jojo scat content.

Lady Victoria rushed up the stairs towards the chambers, she had been going out of her mind needing to take a massive dump all evening but couldn’t find the time till now. Waves after waves of pressure had been coming to her ass for so long and she had been fighting them off with everything she had without letting anyone know anything of the pressure in her bowels. Right now, she could feel all her shit right on the edge of her asshole, ready to pour out, but she was holding it tightly with every ounce of strength left in her ass, she was just moments away from the privy and the gigantic relief she had craved for so long. She came to the end of the stairs and quickly made her way to her chambers, she walked in and closed the door faster than she had closed a door ever in her life. But she then she froze, she lifted up her skirts in one lightning movement and a thick turd, the girth of a cucumber and over a feet long, escaped her asshole and dropped on the stone floor with a thud. “Ahh!” she sighed in relief, though embarrassed that she couldn’t even wait till she got to the privy. Her knees trembled as another long, equally thick and heavy turd ran out of her beautiful hole and landed on the top of her previous one. She began to walk towards the privy, still holding the skirts up above her waist in case her ass expelled more. And she was right, another long and burdensome piece of dung rushed out of her and fell on the ground as she ran to reach the privy. This was embarrassing to the skies for the respected Lady Victoria who so many people bowed to, but she was more than glad that this was happening inside her closed chamber where there was no to see her having this humiliating accident. She knew she could have avoided it. She knew she shouldn’t have waited this long. Her head was filled with thoughts of embarrassment and guilt, this shouldn’t have happened. She hurried towards the privy door with her shapely uncovered ass, struggling to reach the right place where all this should have happened. But suddenly, another thick log decided to come out of her beautiful bottom, dropping viciously on the floor. Her legs were trembling as she walked and finally, she pulled the door to the privy and stepped in. Finally, the glorious shit hole was in her sight, now she just wanted to sit on it but her body was too exhausted of holding it for so long. Another massive, long and heavy log of her warm dung ran out of her and fell to the ground, “Oh God, shit!” she cursed herself. Lady Victoria rushed to the privy hole and landed her ass on it with the swiftest movement possible before the firing began. For anyone else, shitting this much would be a once in a lifetime occurrence but Lady Victoria always shat like a horse and she was only getting started. The moment her ass touched the privy hole, her body relaxed completely and the firing began! A long and heavy wood of her hot feces ran into the privy hole as she relaxed her bladder and a copious jet of urine began. More shit followed the previous one into the hole and Lady Victoria finally sighed in relief. She sat there, feeling the snakes of shit run out of her beautiful asshole one after the other. It took her almost half an hour to completely empty herself and after the seventeenth log came out of her, she knew she was finally done. Now that all the pressure had come out, the only task left at hand for Victoria was to clean the mess she had created on the floor in her hurry to get to the privy. She washed her asshole and came out of the privy feeling lighter than ever and ready to clean the room.

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.

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"

I'm not very familiar with Metroid canon, please correct me if I make a mistake. Samus's Gunship slowly drifted towards the surface of the planet, her current destination. It was a marshy landscape, filled with swamps. The ground was covered in gaseous bubbles, which would inflate and then burst, releasing a thick, wet sound. It was generally a very unpleasant environment. She was almost certain that the environment was toxic, but lucky for her, her Varia Suit would keep her safe. She was quite an impressive sight, with her spherical shoulders giving off a noble and warrior-like silhouette. She stepped out of her ship, to get a closer look. She had her arm blaster out, on the lookout for any potential threats to her. From what she could tell, there were none. She walked further, into the swampy parts themselves. Her suit did in fact seem to be resistant to whatever chemicals the swamp was made out of, so her task would be a breeze. Without warning, and enormous jet of green muck erupted from the swamp, squirting directly at Samus's helmet. A hissing sound filled the air, as it began to melt, dropping to the ground in thick green chunks. She immediately ran back towards her ship without a moment's hesitation. She made her best effort not to breathe at all, but despite her efforts, a small little gasp escaped her on her way back. She entered her ship, and threw the remains of her helmet to the side, gasping for air. Samus walked over to a terminal on the ship, and quickly typed in a series of commands, meant to instruct the computer to determine her current state, and test the effects of the gas. The result of the scan caused Samus to blush wildly, turning her entire face bright red. It informed her that the gas had messed with her bowels, causing her to be incontinent. Her suit would have to be upgraded to accommodate this, meaning that she would have to be fitted with a diaper. Her blush continued to darken. Samus was a hardened bounty hunter, and very few things in the universe could cause her to hesitate, but this was one. "I...I guess if it means I can continue my mission, then yes" she sighed, and allowed the computer to repair her outfit, along with adding...that other little change. Luckily, it stayed under her suit, preventing her from potential embarrassment. She stepped out of her ship, noting not to go anywhere near the swamp again. Instead, she took off towards a cave in the distance. She could hear the sound of soft crinkling from within her suit, causing her to blush. She stepped into the cave. It was dark and moist, and the walls were covered with a glowing blue fungus. Samus chose to stay towards the middle of the cave, away from the walls. It seemed to be without anything to cause her harm, but just in case, she kept her blaster up, and scanned her surroundings for any potential threats. A small buzzing echoed throughout the cave, and it became louder and louder as the source of the noise became visible. It was an insect, like a bee, but colored a sickly green, and shiny jet black instead of black and yellow. Samus raised her arm instinctively, and fired. A glowing orange projectile soured through the cave, illuminating it. It smashed into the insect, causing it to burst into a puddle of squishy green pulp. Samus felt her stomach rumbling, and an odd sensation throughout her body, particularly around her ass. She moaned softly, as she felt a small bit of warm mush drip between her legs. "What just happened?" she said. Her question was answered by a data display on her visor, stating that her suit's power was the only thing keeping her bowels in check. Any fluctuations in power, cause by her blaster, would cause her to lose control, leading to a mess. The more she used her blaster, the less control she would have. She blushed and grumbled. Her plan was to exit the cave, reach her ship, and stay there until the effects of the gas wore off. She gently stepped towards the light... But found the ground shaking beneath her, and crumbling apart. She found herself falling in darkness for a few seconds, before hitting the ground hard. She got to her feet, and found herself in a narrow tunnel, well-lit by glowing crystals in the ceiling. She looked around for an exit, but found none. She instead decided to go forwards, and would hopefully stumble upon something useful to her, like a way out. She could still feel the soft lump between her legs, and the smell from it was beginning to fill her suit. It was unpleasant, but a part of her took a strange amount of enjoyment from the scent. She immediately cast away those thoughts, and continued on. Finally, she managed to reach a more open area of the cave, allowing her to move around. She glanced around the cave, scanning for any signs of motion that could come from some variety of nasty creature. It was hard to discern any solid forms in the darkness that covered the cave, and Samus chose to assume that it was empty. That was, until she began to hear a buzzing coming from a distance corner of the cave again. Blood rushed into her cheeks, as she became aware that she would have no choice but to use her blaster again. She charged up her cannon, the orange light illuminating the cave, revealing the flying insects that swarmed above her. Instead of just one, they came in a trio, hovering aggressively above her head. Samus gulped, and fired the blast she had been charging up. One of the bugs exploded into a cloud of green gas and thick slime. To her surprise, there seemed to be no immediate effect. Perhaps her suit had fixed itself. A loud, echoing grumble from her stomach immediately crushed this train of thought. Hesitantly, she raised her cannon again, and fired, causing the second to burst. The rumbling got worse, as her stomach began to cramp. It was far too late to go back now, as she fired her cannon one last time. The final bug exploded, and her stomach's loud, distressed noises reached their peak. "Uuuuugh" she moaned, clutching her midsection. She tried as hard as she could to restrain the mess, but eventually, holding it in became too painful, and impossible, so she released. She expected an immediately explosion out of her ass, but what occurred was far more enjoyable. A long, thick, lumpy tube was released, settling pleasantly in the back of her diaper, warming her thighs. She had gotten used to the smell by this point, and no longer had any trouble admitting to herself that the scent was rather nice. She was not quite done messing, however, as another log dropped itself between her legs. She could feel her diaper smashing up against the back of her legs, as it became more and more swollen, and pushed up against the back of her suit. She also felt the weight of it, as it sagged more and more heavily in the back. Even though she couldn't see her diaper at the moment, she assumed that it would probably look unnaturally bulgy, perhaps even stained brown from the enormous loud she had just unleashed into it. Her blush returned as she imagined what would happen if she were to sit down with the enormous load that hung between her legs. She made a silent promise to herself, that after she returned to the ship, she would remove her suit, and before changing herself, sit down with her diaper still on, just for purely experimental purposes. She felt one last turd plop itself into her diaper, and she sighed with relief, mumbling to herself "How much did I eat?" before attempting to carry on down the cave. Walking was extremely hard without forcing her thighs to rub up against the mess she had created, and if she did manage to walk, the saggy back end of her diaper would swing between her legs, causing her embarrassment, although truly, there was nobody around to see her humiliating situation. The cave was a continued series of narrow passageways, followed by wide open areas. She encountered only one more bug, so the expansion of her diaper was very slight. Finally, she spotted a light. She was tempted to rush towards it, but she did the more sensible thing, waddling towards it with her legs spread, as not to disturb the load that arranged itself neatly enough in the back of her diaper that it did not cause her too much discomfort. She exited the cave, and found herself not too far from where she had landed her ship. At least, she assumed so; she could recognize the pattern of the trees that surrounded her, and the gaseous swamp nearby. She sighed, relieved, and somewhat eager to try pressing her full diaper against the seat of her ship. Without warning, a thunderous humming began to echo from the cave behind her. She turned around, to see an enormous version of the bugs she had seen before. Her eyes widened with fear, not only because of the sheer size of the creature she was about to face, but for the amount of shots from her cannon it would have to endure before it would die, which would no doubt cause her diaper to swell to a enormous size. She gulped, and decided that hesitation would only put her in more risk from the monstrous insect. With her blaster raised, a barrage of orange spheres of energy was fired at the creature. None of them seemed to do any damage, and only appeared to enrage it. The bug hissed, spraying an acid mist from its horrible maw. Grunting, and wanting to finish it off before her own bowels betrayed her, she released another round of shots. This time, noticeable damage was caused to it. Part of it burst open, spraying green blood everywhere. Relieved that the bug wasn't completely invincible, she fired off one last, fully charged shot, aimed at the insect's head. The blast rammed into its head, and in an instant, its head exploded, and it fell to the ground, dead. She sighed, as her stomach once again began to rumble, this time sounding like an avalanche was occurring in her gut. The mess still came in the form of a pleasantly slow stream of shit, only this time, it was much thicker, and showed no signs of slowing down or stopping like the last one did. It seemed almost endless as it came out. Samus could feel the wet, squishy warmth begin to envelop both of her legs, and began to move up to her hips. The smell was almost unbearable in its intensity, and her eyes began to water, but shyly, she took a big gasp of air, taking in the intense stench of her own load. It was almost arousing in its putrid odor. Suddenly, the expanding of her diaper stopped, although she could still feel her ass releasing into it. She realized, her diaper had began to fill her suit beyond its capacity. "No!" she yelled, as she heard a loud cracking noise. Her suit was falling apart at the seems, unable to take the pressure from the gargantuan dump she had taken. Finally, her suit was completely unable to endure the buildup anymore, and it burst. Pieces of it scattered everywhere, as she was left in her blue Zero Suit. She finally got a good look at the expanse of her diaper. The entire lower part was stained a deep brown, and it hung down so low that it almost reached her knees. Desperately, she waddled as fast as she could towards where she had left her ship. She finally reached it, entering without hesitation. Her stomach had not let up, still releasing into her diaper. Finally, it seemed as if the messing had stopped when her obscenely bloated diaper finally sagged all the way down until it touched the floor. She remembered what she planned to do when she reached her ship. She leaned back, sitting on the lumpy mess beneath her as if it was a bean bag chair, and like one, she sunk in slightly, covering her entire body in a pleasant layer of warmth. "I'll change myself later" she said, sighing contently. Later, she had changed herself, disposing of the gigantic diaper on the planet after she had taken off. Slyly, she questioned her computer, asking if it would be possible for her suit to be programmed so she could do this again, perhaps starting in her zero suit, so she could watch the entire process of her diaper bulging to absurd capacity. The computer confirmed that yes, such a thing would be possible, and Samus grinned, her stomach rumbling happily. Certainly, her next visit to a planet would be a fun one.

Marla, a usually shy 530-year-old fairy (appears as a 19-year-old human) standing only one foot tall, was just landing on a tree to rest after flying all day. Her sweaty body from the 110-degree heat was as if a rainstorm had attacked her. As she tries to catch her breath, she had felt a very strong need to use the restroom. Feeling this, she decides to get up and fly straight home. But she grew so tired from flying that she ended up landing slowly on the ground halfway. "I can't do it," she says. "I'm too tired. But I really have to go, and I don't know how much longer I can hold it. Maybe I can find a ditch somewhere." Too tired to fly any longer, Marla ended up walking towards her house. But two hours later, she started to feel the pressure grow stronger. She was only several meters from her house when the pressure finally became unbearable. Desperate, she changed courses to a nearby set of bushes at the base of a huge tree. She checks to see if anyone was around. "Oh, no, it's coming! It'c COMING!" she whined as she went behind the bushes and yanked up her dress. But just as soon as she touched her panties, she had felt a huge hand grab her waist and pick her up high into the air. It was a giant! (Well, just a normal person, but to her, it was a giant...) "Well, well, well," the giant said. "What do we have here?" "Excuse me, sir," Marla asks kindly, squirming to hold in her load, "but could you kindly let me down for a few minutes to use the restroom? Please?" Unfortunately, the giant had headphones in his ears and couldn't hear a word that was said. Curious, though, he lifts his little and ring fingers to reveal Marla's pink-striped panties. Having more freedom on her legs, she presses them together in hope to keep in her massive load. But her efforts were in vain, as the giant then wrapped his fingers back over her body, thankfully recovering her panties back up, and started to squeeze her body a little. The pressure was so intense that she let out a big fart. *PFFFFFFFFFBBBBBT!* ("It's gonna come...!") Seeing that Marla looked to be in pain, the giant released his grip on her, intending to let her go. But Marla was too tired to even try to fly. She ended up sitting on his palm with her legs closed. Finally hearing her panting and wheezing (and feeling her sweaty body), the giant takes off his headphones and places them on the ground. He takes off her dress and strains it. As he is straining her dress, he stares at her pale white bra and her pink-striped panties. Marla blushes as she notices that the giant was staring at her. But at that very moment, she feels as if she is just about to have an accident. ("Here it comes...!") Marla closes her eyes as she spreads her legs apart and leaned forward. *PFFFFBBBBPT PPPPT PPPPPBBBBT FPPPPPPPBBBPT PPT PBBBT!!!* Marla had let out several big and juicy farts before finally releasing her load into her panties. *PBBT PPPPPPPPBT SPPPT PPPPT PPPPTT BBBBPT! SPPPT PPPPPP PPPPPPPPPBBT!!* Her panties darkened in the back as they started to fill and expand. But then she started to feel something come out in the front. She places her hand on her butt cheek as she finishes to soil herself. *SPPPPPBT BBBT PPFFFFFFFFT!* Her panties had started to feel heavy as she finally had finished soiling them. She opened her eyes and stared at her heavy load in the back, and then turned and looked down at the front side as she is just about ready to release her other load. *PSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh......* Marla stares at the stream coming out of her panties as she splatters onto the giant's hand. She could hear a loud hissing sound in her panties as she releases at full force. By the time she had finished having her accident(s), the giant had finished drying her dress. He had stared long and hard at the lump in the back of her panties, and the little pond she made on his hand. "Excuse me," Marla asks kindly. "If you don't mind, could you...change me?" --- Sorry for the double post, y'all. My phone kinda glitched on me. :(

Marla, a usually shy 530-year-old fairy (appears as a 19-year-old human) standing only one foot tall, was just landing on a tree to rest after flying all day. Her sweaty body from the 110-degree heat was as if a rainstorm had attacked her. As she tries to catch her breath, she had felt a very strong need to use the restroom. Feeling this, she decides to get up and fly straight home. But she grew so tired from flying that she ended up landing slowly on the ground halfway. "I can't do it," she says. "I'm too tired. But I really have to go, and I don't know how much longer I can hold it. Maybe I can find a ditch somewhere." Too tired to fly any longer, Marla ended up walking towards her house. But two hours later, she started to feel the pressure grow stronger. She was only several meters from her house when the pressure finally became unbearable. Desperate, she changed courses to a nearby set of bushes at the base of a huge tree. She checks to see if anyone was around. "Oh, no, it's coming! It'c COMING!" she whined as she went behind the bushes and yanked up her dress. But just as soon as she touched her panties, she had felt a huge hand grab her waist and pick her up high into the air. It was a giant! (Well, just a normal person, but to her, it was a giant...) "Well, well, well," the giant said. "What do we have here?" "Excuse me, sir," Marla asks kindly, squirming to hold in her load, "but could you kindly let me down for a few minutes to use the restroom? Please?" Unfortunately, the giant had headphones in his ears and couldn't hear a word that was said. Curious, though, he lifts his little and ring fingers to reveal Marla's pink-striped panties. Having more freedom on her legs, she presses them together in hope to keep in her massive load. But her efforts were in vain, as the giant then wrapped his fingers back over her body, thankfully recovering her panties back up, and started to squeeze her body a little. The pressure was so intense that she let out a big fart. *PFFFFFFFFFBBBBBT!* ("It's gonna come...!") Seeing that Marla looked to be in pain, the giant released his grip on her, intending to let her go. But Marla was too tired to even try to fly. She ended up sitting on his palm with her legs closed. Finally hearing her panting and wheezing (and feeling her sweaty body), the giant takes off his headphones and places them on the ground. He takes off her dress and strains it. As he is straining her dress, he stares at her pale white bra and her pink-striped panties. Marla blushes as she notices that the giant was staring at her. But at that very moment, she feels as if she is just about to have an accident. ("Here it comes...!") Marla closes her eyes as she spreads her legs apart and leaned forward. *PFFFFBBBBPT PPPPT PPPPPBBBBT FPPPPPPPBBBPT PPT PBBBT!!!* Marla had let out several big and juicy farts before finally releasing her load into her panties. *PBBT PPPPPPPPBT SPPPT PPPPT PPPPTT BBBBPT! SPPPT PPPPPP PPPPPPPPPBBT!!* Her panties darkened in the back as they started to fill and expand. But then she started to feel something come out in the front. She places her hand on her butt cheek as she finishes to soil herself. *SPPPPPBT BBBT PPFFFFFFFFT!* Her panties had started to feel heavy as she finally had finished soiling them. She opened her eyes and stared at her heavy load in the back, and then turned and looked down at the front side as she is just about ready to release her other load. *PSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh......* Marla stares at the stream coming out of her panties as she splatters onto the giant's hand. She could hear a loud hissing sound in her panties as she releases at full force. By the time she had finished having her accident(s), the giant had finished drying her dress. He had stared long and hard at the lump in the back of her panties, and the little pond she made on his hand. "Excuse me," Marla asks kindly. "If you don't mind, could you...change me?"

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

Ankita was violently woken from her unsteady sleep with a sharp cramping pain that rocked her bladder. She instantly knew what it was. She sighed miserably and dangled her feet off the side of her hostel bunkbed hoping not to wake her roomate. Ankita was from a well off family in Mumbai. She had lived almost her entire life in the heart of the city, in a posh flat that was on the 9th floor. Owing to her family's financial status, she had never really gotten a taste of the outside world; she spent the majority of her time in Coffee Days and overpriced malls. Upon completing her 12th standard however, everything changed. Her grades were awful. No decent college in Mumbai would accept her. She checked countless colleges all over the country but apart from a monastery near Nepal, the only college that would accept her was Vellore Sisters Catholic College - an all girls strict educational institute. Though it was far from ideal, it was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best option available. With less than a week remaining till the beginning of college, Ankita hastily applied to the college, got accepted, and set off from Mumbai the night before college was to begin. She knew it would be different, much different than anything she'd ever done before, but she was ready: Or so she thought. She reached the train station, took an overpriced auto down a dirt road, baked it the sun, and entered the dusty gates of the college. She was instantly approached by a middle aged nun who, after checking her identification, led her to her room on the 5th floor. Ankita was apalled. The room was dingy and small, illuminated only by a 4ft by 4ft window in the corner. 2 other beds were already in place, and a couple of tops and a pale blue pair of panties lay sprawled around the room. She was too busy inspecting the dust and the cracking paint that she only noticed the absence of an extra door in the room. "Excuse me!" , she called out to the nun. "Uh.. Bathroom?" But the nun was already walking away down the corridor. Hearing the bell ring in the distance, Ankita quickly grabbed a textbook and made her way to class. It wouldn't look good to be late on the first day itself. Classes were boring and tough, same as school. After the 2nd period Ankita got up to go to the bathroom. At the end of the corridor there was a door with a dilapidated 'LADIES' sign hanging from it. Ankita entered and nearly gagged. The floor was muddy with dirt and patches of liquid. Apart from one stall the doors all hung on their hinges, waiting to fall off. The stench was incomparable. IT was muddy and filthy Her bladder protested but her disgust was stronger. Tightening her sphincter, she loosened the waistband of her long green skirt and returned to class. By the end of the next period however, her need had worsened considerably. She could hardly sit still and had twice been reprimanded for continuosly bouncing her legs. in her mind she vowed that the moment this class ended she'd find a place to pee. The moment the bell rang, Ankita jumped up from her desk and left the room, running down the stairs and out of the block. It occured to her that there may be a cleaner toilet elsewhere in campus. AS she ran she felt a drop moisten the joining of her thighs. From the corner of her eyes, Ankita saw a tiny steel door behind the cafeteria block bearing the words "FOR TEACHERS ONLY". Running, she flung open the door and her eyes jizzed when they saw the beatiful bathroom before them. It was king-sized and clean, with a tall whit western-style toilet adorning the center. Ankita rushed to the toilet, yanking up her skirt and holding it under her chin as she frantically moved her red panties out of the line of fire. Plopping herself down on the cold toilet seat she fired her piss into the bowl with deadly force; it splashed off the inside of the bowl and into the water. Ankita sighed in relief but also in exacerbation. How the HELL would she survive here?