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  1. Hello! Welcome to live action messing, where you can tell your current poop desperation and messing experience here! I decided that since there's a live action Omorashi thread, why not have a live action soiling thread as well? Lol Hope you all enjoy your time here!
  2. For the first time ever, I have actually have something done by the time I said I would. Enjoy this extremely long piece, clocking in at over 10k words. It is as creepy and Halloweeny as I could make it, and contains a great many accidents, both wetting and messing, and both male and female. Happy Halloween! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Despite the loud voices and raucous laughter of her friends, the car ride was surprisingly peaceful. Lily did her utmost to enjoy the relative serenity before they arrived at their destination. A haunted house attraction. A very high-quality, one, too. “Remind me,” came the voice of Emile, who sat behind her, “What makes this place so special?” The young man had a bad habit of not listening to people. “Emmy,” Leroy, Lily’s boyfriend, answered, “If you ask me that again, I’m gonna bury you.” “Like to see you try,” Emile replied, chuckling. “I forgot, all right? Tell me what the big deal is. Really sell it to me.” “Real scary place,” Leroy made sure to speak very slowly, as if he were addressing a toddler, “People died in the house, and these guys made a haunted house trip out of it. The whole thing is so scary, you have to be at least 18 to get in, on account of some kid getting traumatized.” “‘Getting traumatized,’ dude, the kid went missing,” Said May from the back seat. “What?” Lily asked, unable to keep concern out of her voice. She’d heard the bit about it being scary, she didn’t know about a missing kid. “Don’t worry, Lily,” May said reassuringly, “Cops said the kid just got so terrified he ran off. He didn’t, like… die in the house, or anything.” May, despite being the sporty tomboy that she was, always took on this slightly maternal tone with Lily. “Sheesh, May, you’re gonna make her pee herself before we even get there,” Emile intoned. Lily blushed and shrunk in her seat a little bit. Their tradition of visiting a haunted house on Halloween had begun two years ago, and on both previous visits, Lily had had an accident out of fear. On the first year, she simply was overwhelmed by the sounds and atmosphere of the house, and unconsciously piddled down her legs as she walked. Only when Leroy asked if she was okay did she notice the trail she’d left behind her. Mercifully, she’d worn a skirt, so no one could see the wetness. The second year, a man in a particularly good costume burst through a wall and swung a very convincing prop chainsaw at her. She’d run as fast as she could, and only when she stopped did she notice that her jeans were thoroughly soaked in her urine, and her underwear full with her waste. While her friends liked to tease her about it, they were quite helpful in escorting her out of the house before anyone could notice her accidents. “Sorry, Lily, I didn’t mean to worry you,” May said, in her matronly voice again. “And hey,” she began searching through the pockets of her shorts, before finally producing a taser from them, “Anyone actually tries to hurt us, and they’re getting zapped!” May spoke in a joking tone, but Lily knew her friend wouldn’t hesitate to jump to their defense. Emile instinctively leaned away when she drew the taser. He was quite familiar with its electric kiss. When she first bought the thing for self defense, Emile immediately volunteered to be their first test subject to see how well it worked. It worked pretty well. Emile promptly fell down and soiled his pants when the tazing was done. Lily had been secretly happy that they now had someone else to tease about having an accident. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Leroy interjected, “Please put the weapons away, because we are here.” The car came to a stop, and they disembarked. Ahead of them was a fairly downtrodden two-story house. The years had not been kind, and it truly looked like the new owners had done nothing but make sure the place wouldn’t collapse on the guests. Even from such a distance, she could see the decades of dust and dirt along its walls. Many windows were boarded up, and covered on the inside, blocking any view of the horrors lying in wait. They weren’t even inside yet, and Lily was already getting chills. Outside the house, a festive Halloween party was going on. People who worked at the attraction, or who were there to visit it sat around, enjoying drinks, snacks and music. It looked to Lily far more inviting than the fear she was about to subject herself to. She wondered if any of the others were as anxious as she was. Emile was probably the most apprehensive, aside from her. He was bad at not conveying everything he felt through his body language. She could see that her friend was on edge, already. She’d never known Leroy or May to be afraid of much of anything, though, and she couldn’t imagine that was going to change. Except snakes, Leroy had once confided in her that he was terrified of snakes. Just looking at all of them filing out of the car, Lily felt like they belonged in a horror movie. They had her: the, by her own admittance, small and shy girl. She wore an orange sweater with a Jack-o-lantern face on the chest, and a long blue skirt. Her blonde hair hung in ponytail. Then there was Emile. He was the second shortest of all of them, only a few inches taller than she. He was boisterous, loud, and difficult to actually bother. Everything seemed to just bounce right off of him and never leave him too annoyed. He just wore a simple white shirt, black jacket, and some baggy jeans. May walked slightly ahead of him. Her silhouette could honestly have had you mistake her for a boy. She was quite tall, athletic, had a rather small chest, and kept her black hair cut short and messy. The cold didn’t bother her, and so she wore a light green tee shirt and green shorts, exposing her dark, well-tanned skin. Leroy headed up the pack. He stood nearly a head taller than Lily. He was quite slender, and tended to wear tight clothes to show it off. A white and red shirt rested underneath a trim, black jacket. He wore tight, dark blue jeans. His face, and indeed, his whole body had a number of sharp, angular features that all complemented his overall figure and were, by Lily’s reckoning, quite handsome. She stole one last look at the car, and then the party, before catching up with the others. Her chances of escape grew slimmer by the second. She walked close to Leroy to help steel herself. They approached the door, and Lily took comfort in the fact that she still had her ace-in-the-hole; and in the fact that Emile and May hadn’t noticed her ace-in-the-hole. Beneath her long skirt, in place of panties, Lily wore a diaper. She’d lost enough pairs of underwear to her fear, and Leroy had suggested she seek some protection. She hoped she wouldn’t need it, but somehow, she doubted she would leave this place without needing a change. -------------------------------------------- There was absolutely no way she was leaving without needing a change. The inside of the house was huge, much bigger than she thought it was. It was like a choose-your-own-fright game inside, with separate wings of the house hosting different scares. They’d been through one of the routes, a zombie themed one, and already Lily could feel a light wetness around her crotch. Their costumes were just good, her brain kept forgetting that is was all just pretend. Emile, and even May were clearly also unsettled by it. As always, Leroy moved as casually as he did at the grocery store. “Didn’t that scare you at least a little?” Lily asked him. “Not a bit. They get you goin’?” “Oh please, when I have ever been scared at one of these?” She joked, trying to ignore how she’d already peed a little. “Next up, let’s go the other set-up on the first floor, then we’ll head upstairs,” Leroy instructed. Crossing through the large, open foyer into the next section, they found themselves in a room that had been so convincingly dolled up to look like a misty, haunted forest that Lily kept expecting a breeze to roll through. If the scare for this room was just its ambience, it would have been enough. Naturally, though, Lily wasn’t that lucky. High pitched laughter, like that of a small girl’s, broke the tense silence of their party. Emile and May spun around, looking for its source. Lily simply grabbed on to Leroy’s arm. There was a rustle in some of the fake bushes near them, rousing all of their attention. As they all watched, ready for something to jump out, footsteps raced behind them. They turned again, but saw nothing. That giggling came again, from a few directions, surrounding them. It was all too much, and Lily’s mind couldn’t reconcile what it saw with what it knew- that it was all pretend. Things became overwhelming, she really was lost in a forest, with fog so thick it was suffocating. Something really was following them, chasing them. Her knees came together, and she felt her crotch warm up once more. Two long releases of urine streamed into her diaper, both of them synced up with that creepy laughter. A silhouette resolved itself in the mist, that of a small girl in a torn dress. “Are you lost, too?” She said in a wispy voice. Lily buried her face in Leroy’s chest, willing the fear to go away. He wrapped his hand around her, and slowly escorted her forward, through the rest of the “forest”. He did his best to interject himself between his girlfriend and whatever other horrors the forest had to offer. The two of them made it out of the forest wing before Emile and May. Lily took a long moment to catch her breath and try to get her heart to stop racing. Leroy had a look of real concern on his face, and she didn’t blame him. She’d never been so scared before. “Lily, are you all right?” “Y-yeah, I think so… ” She was panting and her voice was shaky. “I guess this place is what it’s cracked up to be, huh? Listen, if you want, you and I can just go hang out at the party outside.” “We- we don’t have to… ” She shifted uncomfortably, her wet diaper an ever present reminder of her terror, “But, um… I did have my, y’know… issue, in there.” “No judgments here. That kid was a natural at this. I think I saw a sign for a bathroom upstairs, you can get cleaned up in there.” “That sounds good,” Though she wished he wouldn’t say it so loud. -------------------------------------------- “Did you see where the others went?” Emile asked, having noticed that their party had shrunk. “Huh? Oh.” May took her eyes off the faux forest around them, and noticed their now relative solitude for the first time, “I bet Leroy just got Lily out of here. Did you see how scared the poor thing was?” “Yeah, that’s probably about right. Guessing we’ll find them outside.” The fog from the fog machines grew very thick, and it became difficult to even see the path they were meant to follow. Hazarding a guess, Emile walked forward, passed some of the fake trees. May followed behind him. Both of them nervously looked around as they walked. After a short moment, the fog parted just enough for them to see a door up ahead. Emile opened it, expecting to see the foyer, but the two of them were instead greeted by a series of boxes, stacked high and covered with blankets and tarps. “Ah, shit,” He muttered, “I think we just found a storeroom for the decorations.” “Not likely,” May responded, walking by him and getting a closer look at the boxes. “Look at the dust on some of these. They definitely haven’t been touched in years.” “Huh. So then… what is this place?” “No clue, but hey,” She bent over to pick something up. When she stood again, she was holding a skull, “‘least they decorated a little bit, for us intrepid explorers.” She looked the item over, raising her eyebrows, “shit, this thing looks real. I gotta know where these guys buy this stuff.” Emile lifted one of the covers from a crate, sending up a cloud of dust. He briefly tried to pop open the crate itself, but it was bolted shut. No opening any of them without a crowbar. He looked up and spotted another door, leading further into the house. “We’re already off the beaten path, wanna see if there are any cool secrets off the grid.” May smiled, and the two approached the door. -------------------------------------------- “... I’m sorry,” Lily quietly intoned as she walked beside Leroy. “What for?” “I just, I know you really wanted to see this place, and I’m sorry I couldn’t handle it.” “Silly thing for you to be sorry about,” He looked at her apologetically, “I know these places freak you out, and I keep dragging you to them anyway. I’m sorry.” “Well, at least we made a good call on my, uh, you-know-whats,” Lily put a hand on her hip, feeling the waistband of her diaper. “You see those two back there?” He said with a smile, “Before we get outta here, they’re gonna be wishing they’d worn some, too.” They both laughed at that. Despite lacking in any of the thematic decorations, the upstairs was no less unsettling. Old and rotted wood, covered windows, and boarded up doors were all there was to see. That, and some helpful signage leading them to the bathroom. Once they reached it, they discovered a large, spacious restroom, perfect for changing. “Um, I hate to ask, but… Do you think you could gimme a hand real quick?” She blushed as she asked. “No prob.” She had no idea how she managed to find a boyfriend who didn’t raise any objections when his girlfriend asked for help changing her wet diaper. They stepped inside, and a terrible odor greeted them. Both of them coughed lightly. “Guess we weren’t the first ones to find the bathroom, huh?” Leroy suggested. But Lily felt a growing sense of unease. Looking around them, the whole bathroom was filthy. And not bathroom-filthy, but grime and unidentifiable substance filthy. The little white tiles had what she forgivingly called dirt caked between them. The mirror was cracked severely. She hazarded a look at the toilet, and saw that it was overflowing with a rust colored liquid. “Um, Leroy? I don’t really feel… comfortable in here. Maybe the hosts outside know a better bathroom?” One look at his face told her that he felt the same way, “Yeah, let’s go find a nicer bathroom.” Exiting the bathroom and reentering the hallway, something didn’t quite seem right. After a second, Lily realized that the sounds of the various haunted house attractions were absent. The muffled partying outside had gone silent. Now, only the pitter-patter of rain and the distant rumble of thunder could be heard. “Does it, uh, seem quiet to you?” She asked. “Sounds like rain. Guess the party people packed up.” “Y-yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” She walked closer beside him. They rounded a corner, returning to a longer stretch of the hallway. Lily’s heart nearly stopped when she spotted the figure at the end of the hall. It was an extremely tall woman in a white dress. She looked as though she’d been stretched to nearly cartoonish proportions. She was turned away from them, but Lily could see how pale her skin was. Something in her brain finally clicked; Okay, it said, Those other things were fake. I get that now. But that is real. It didn’t matter how good your costume was, you couldn’t pull off a look like that. Lily covered her mouth to suppress her scream. Wetness and warmth again flooded her diaper as her fear robbed her of her bodily control. The rest of the liquid her bladder had to offer streamed out of her, and she felt the urine soaking into every inch of the diaper’s fabric. Leroy clearly had the same thought, about this thing being the real deal. He quickly pulled her back, putting himself between the creature and her. Taking a very quick stock of their surroundings, he noticed a door that had once been boarded up, but now was open. As quietly as possible, he opened it and ushered her inside. He pushed the door to a silent close, and then scouted out the room they took shelter in. It was only lightly furnished, and left no hiding places for more… things. Lily’s whole body felt stiff, and she realized that she’d clamped her hands over her mouth, and had never released it. Tears stained her cheeks, and her diaper was sagging with urine. “W-w-what was t-that?” She asked through terrified sobs. When Leroy drew near, she quickly embraced him, holding on to try and stop her shaking. “I… I dunno. Trick of the light, maybe.” “No, that, that was… ” She tried to continue, but she really didn’t know what to say. She had no idea what it was. Somewhat forceful footsteps reverberated down the hall, growing fainter. The tall woman was leaving. “Hear that?” Leroy said in a hushed voice, “She left, okay? We’ll just catch our breath here for a sec, and we’ll beeline for the exit. All right, Lily?” “... All right,” she said. -------------------------------------------- Emile gagged slightly when they entered the next room. A musty, rotty smell greeted them in a room with a few more crates, and a large cabinet. “Whoa-ho, you think this is the room where they toss all the pants this place made people shit in?” Emile said, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve. “Oh fuck… ” Was all May said when she caught a whiff of it. They ventured into the room, and looked around. This room definitely wasn’t part of the experience, but it really could have been. The wallpaper was old and peeling, the room was dark, the floor had odd stains. Walking by the large cabinet, Emile noticed some writing on the wall. In big, bold letters was written: “JUST HIDE. DON’T TRY AND FIGHT LIKE HIM.” ‘Like him’? Emile thought, confused, when a shrill scream almost made him jump out of his skin. Her turned around and saw May stumbling away from something on the ground, looking woozy. He walked around a small stack of crates to look, and nearly threw up when he saw what appeared to be the ruin of a human body on the ground. There was no mistaking it, either, it was real. It had been largely torn to shreds, most of the appendages and the head missing. The torso looked as though an animal had been feeding on it. “What the fuck? What the fuck?” May was clearly suppressing the urge to vomit, too. May continued to panic over the remains when Emile heard the steady thump, thump, thump of approaching footsteps. They were heavy, certainly not Leroy or Lily. Reflexively, he looked back to the graffiti, which urged him to hide. He had to say, hiding sounded like a plan. “May!” He hissed loudly, yet quietly, “May!!” It took her a second to realize he was talking, but when she did, she seemed to notice the footsteps, too. She looked fearfully at the door, then back at Emile. With no other recourse, Emile opened the doors to the large cabinet, and gestured for her to follow him inside. She hurried over, and the two squeezed into the tight space. It was large enough for them to stand, although it was cramped. The door could not be fully closed with both of them inside, leaving a small gap down the length of the doors for them to see through. Emile could feel his hands shaking, his heart pounding in his ears. Someone, inhumanly tall, wandered passed the cabinet, moving with purpose. It searched around, behind the boxes, and in the corners of the room. They heard us! He realized, The killer knows we were here! As the thing approached the cabinet, Emile could see through the gap that it wasn’t simply some killer. It wasn’t even human. The thing’s face was pale gray, and lacked a few features. It had no nose, and its eyes, disproportionately large for its face, were snow white. As it walked towards the cabinet, the final unchecked hiding place in the room, Emile became aware of the warmth spreading in his pants. For a second, he tore his eyes from the tall woman, and looked down, at his groin. A wet stain grew a steady pace, travelling down his thighs. He was utterly powerless to stop his bladder from emptying. He felt the hot urine reach his ankles, and flood into his shoes. The monster stood just in front of the cabinet, and suddenly turned around, its attention shifted to the body on the ground. It crouched low, and began to devour the torso. May and Emile both sighed in relief, the latter still pissing into his pants. It was dark and difficult to see, but he knew by the creeping dampness that his jeans were waterlogged. He looked to May, and noticed with shame that she was looking at his groin, watching the show unfold. The tall woman continued to eat the body, and it seemed as though the two of them would be stuck there for some time, when May began to move her arms frantically. He followed her gesticulations, and saw with dread what she had realized. The puddle that was steadily growing around his feet was still spreading, and had nearly reached the doors. It would leak out, splash to the floor, and alert the monster. Emile grabbed himself with both hands, stopping the flow of his piss with all his might, but it was too late. The puddle would inevitably grow too large and spill out. Watching the puddle that would be their death continue to spread, the rest of his courage drained out from between his legs despite his best efforts, renewing the warmth that begun to grow cold. But then, miraculously, the clang of something metal falling over caught the monster’s attention. With great haste, it ceased eating, stood, and strode from the room. Only seconds later, Emile’s puddle began noisily dripping from the cabinet to the floor below. They stayed in the cramped cabinet for minutes that felt like hours, wondering if it was safe, and trying to ignore the stinging smell of urine. Eventually, both of them looked at each other, and nodded. Very slowly, they pushed open the doors of the cabinet, and stepped outside. “We have to get the fuck out of here,” Emile said. “With gusto,” May replied. He appreciated her not commenting on his wet pants. She took a still wobbly step towards him, and then wrapped her arms around him, muttering “holy shit, dude.” He reciprocated the hug, since he needed the comfort just as much as she did. -------------------------------------------- Back in the foyer, Lily and Leroy hesitantly walked down the steps. Their footsteps seemed deafening in the silence. Leroy cautiously scanned the area for any signs of danger, while Lily frantically looked around, nearly jumping at every shadow. They wasted no time getting to the front door. Click. It was locked. “Ah, come on!” Leroy muttered as he pushed and pulled on the large wooden doors, but the locks held firm. “Piece of shit!” He growled as he rammed his shoulder into the door. The resultant sound made both of them freeze in place, listening for footsteps. They heard none. “What we gonna do?” Was all Lily could think to ask. “Gimme a sec,” Leroy answered, deep in thought. “Uh, hey, Leroy?” Lily called out when she noticed the note left on the wall. A series of arrows had been painted along the walls and floor, directing one’s eyes towards the note. He wandered over, and the two of them examined the slightly yellowed piece of paper. If you’re reading this, then I’m sorry to say that you’re in a very great deal of danger. You may have already seen that ghostly thing- the tall woman. If you’ve seen her, you likely already know that she’s determined to kill you. I’ve been trapped in here for some days, and I’ve determined that the tall woman cannot read. Indeed, she doesn’t seem to be much more than an animal. I’ve left this note to outline your situation, in the hopes that someone might someday escape this place. Wherever we are, it’s not the normal world. No one else is here aside from the people who get pulled in here, somehow. Don’t bother with the door, either. It’s locked, but that doesn’t even matter. I’ve escaped through a gap in the fence in the backyard, but there’s nothing outside. Wandering through the woods will simply return you to the house. Don’t have much more time to write, so I’ll be brief: Make no attempt to fight the tall woman. Another survivor was here with me, and I watched the creature rip him apart like he was made of paper. There is something else, an entity of some kind that sustains this place. If I were to guess, it is situated near or in the well in the backyard, since the tall woman has attacked me whenever I venture too near to it. I do believe the only hope of escape is to destroy this entity in the well. Fortunately, the tall woman’s zealous guardianship of its hiding place leads me to believe that the entity is vulnerable. If you can elude her, make your way to the well, and try to end this. That is where I am headed, now. If you’re reading this, then I did not succeed, and I’m sorry. “This has to be a nightmare… ” Lily intoned, almost inaudibly, “I got so scared I passed out, and I’m just dreaming all of this.” “Calm down, Lil,” Leroy’s stoicism gave way to sympathy. “Any second now, I’ll wake up, and Emile and May will make some jokes, and we’ll laugh.” “Lily,” He said, a bit more sternly. Tears flowed down her cheeks once again, “I don’t wanna die here, Leroy!” “You think I’m gonna let you die here?” He grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly, “We’re getting out of here, and we’re gonna kick that monster’s ass.” He always spoke with a kind of certainty and conviction; even with the hopelessness of their situation, she kind of believed him. “Okay… Okay,” She squeezed his hands back, “I trust you.” A muffled scream resounded through the walls, and both of them went rigid and quiet. A door creaked open somewhere, and hurried footsteps presaged the arrival of the tall woman, like a bird to a worm. Someone was in danger. Wishing to get out of sight immediately, Leroy and Lily hurried away, running anywhere that wasn’t there. --------------- Passing through a series of doors and halls, they found themselves in a foul kitchen. Pots, pans, and silverware littered the floors and countertops, most of them covered in rust, or stained with something disgusting. “I think we’re good, I think we’re good,” Leroy said. He opened up one of the drawers, and scowled when it only contained old rags, “Help me look for… something sharp. Anything that could be a weapon.” “Okay,” Lily began searching through the drawers, but the ones that weren’t empty were full of trash. Leroy opened the cabinets, hoping to find a heavy pan, a knife, a cleaver; honestly he would’ve settled for a rolling pin. He reached the end of the row, and yanked open the last of the cabinets. He was met with an avalanche of kitchenware. “Shit, shit, shit!” He yelled, spreading his arms out to catch the metal items before they crashed to the ground. He held back some of the avalanche, but too much fell passed his arms, and hit the ground with what felt like the sound of an atom bomb. He spun around, much too frantically, and saw the terrified face of Lily. They both knew that she would be there, and soon. “Uhh, uuuhhhhh… ” His mind raced, trying hard to think of a solution. “There!” He exclaimed, rushing over the cabinets under the kitchen sink. “What?” Lily asked, hurrying over to him. “Get in!” He opened the doors. “What about you?” The space was much too small for him to squeeze into. “I’ll find a spot, just get in, Lil!” He hissed at her. She seemed indecisive for a second, but then crawled inside. “Wait here until the coast is clear, okay?” She nodded. He closed the doors, completing her hiding spot. But now he had no idea what to do with himself. He didn’t see any hiding spots that could actually hold him. He spotted his only hope on the ground, among the pile of things that had spilled out from the cabinet: the handle of a large knife. Out of options, he lifted the weapon, and held it in front of him. He had to hope that the tall woman wasn’t as invincible as the note made her seem. Footsteps. The door would swing open in only a few seconds. He took a deep breath, he steadied his shaking hand. He tried to mentally calculate his swings while he had the chance. The footsteps grew louder and louder. His breathing quickened, and the door finally swung open. When he saw her disturbing, inhuman face, his confidence wavered. She approached him, her full, tremendous height making his knife seem absolutely tiny, certainly too impotent to kill her. She lunged forward, swiping her hand. He dodged to the right as nimbly as his fear would allow, but still her nails raked across his left shoulder. They cut straight though his shirt and jacket, and bit into his flesh. The wounds wept blood, saturating his sleeves. He returned the favor, driving the blade into her torso, just under where he guessed her ribs were. The knife stuck into her, but the wound did not seem to bleed, nor did the tall woman seem particularly fazed by it. He twisted the knife, but she simply drove her fist into his stomach, flinging him over the table in the center of the kitchen. His legs felt weak, and he couldn’t seem to stand. In the back of his mind, he was cognizant of a sensation in his pants, at his rear. He was pretty sure he pooped a little when she punched him. She advanced slowly towards him, savoring in the kill. He ached, and by the time he had started to lift himself back up, she stood directly in front of him. He fell backwards, onto his tailbone, and scrambled back as fast as he could. His back slammed into the wall, and he knew that he was cornered. The tall woman continued her advance. She gripped the knife, and casually ripped it from her flesh, dropping it to the floor. The display of her unholy endurance broke him. Fear strangled his heart, and he felt tears burning his eyes. Weakened by the earlier blow, his bowels failed him, and released themselves into his underpants. A fairly solid mess tented his tight pants, and spread across his rear. The wet crackling was loud enough for him to notice, despite his terror. He had never soiled himself, never had an accident of any kind since he was a toddler. The tall woman seemed to relish his fear. She had slowed her pace, and had not broken eye contact with him. It didn’t notice when the cabinet behind it opened, revealing Lily. Leroy’s breath caught in his throat. What are you doing?! He screamed in his head. The tall woman followed his gaze, and turned around just in time for Lily to jump and smash a glass jar against her face. It recoiled at this, and grabbed its face in pain. No, he noticed, it specifically was trying to get the glass out of its eyes. The rest didn’t seem to bother her. Looking pale as a ghost and horrified out of her mind, Lily sidestepped the tall woman and grabbed Leroy’s arm. With all her might, she hoisted him up. Doing her best to support him and keep him steady, the two of them sped away from the kitchen. They heard the sounds of splintering wood and crushed metal behind them. -------------------------------------------- Right as May and Emile had reached the door and discovered it was locked, the sounds of violent rampage erupted from nearby. They fled to a nearby staircase that led down to the basement. May was taking the steps two at a time. Emile waddled behind her, not enjoying the sensation of his wet pants, evidently. They reached the bottom, but couldn’t see anything- the basement was pitch black. Fumbling around the walls, May soon found a light switch. She mentally thanked the renovators of this place. Flipping it on, the basement was actually less terrible than she was prepared for. She was prepared for blood, bodies, evil symbols on the walls; but instead it was… just a basement. “Whoa!” she exclaimed in shock when her eyes came upon a humanoid figure in the room. It dawned on her that she viewing her own reflection, and that an entire wall of the basement was inexplicably taken up by a mirror. When the shock wore off, she felt a droplet of urine run down her thigh. Inspecting her shorts, she saw they now had a small, wet stain just between her legs. “What? You okay?” Emile asked, looking over at her. “Yeah, just… Mirror scared me.” “Looks like it,” He said, smirking when he noticed the wet spot on her pants. “Hey, you’re one to talk. Your pee almost got us killed.” “It was a calculated move,” He said with his silly smile, “It’s gonna smell my pants and decide to eat you first, giving me time to run away.” “So it was all part of the plan?” “You bet. Now don’t piss yourself, you’ll ruin the plan,” He pointed to some old boxes, “Go crouch and pee over there or something.” “Fine, just stay over there,” She headed for the boxes, since she did need to pee. “You may find this hard to believe, but I actually don’t want to watch you take a leak,” Emile said as he occupied himself with looting the containers around them. May had to walk by the mirror-wall as she approached the boxes. She knew that in horror movies you should never look in the mirror, but she was just confused by its presence. Who puts a mirror in the basement? More importantly, who turns an entire wall into a mirror? That was weird. One of the boxes, the one against the wall, was pushed slightly back, creating a small alcove of privacy. With the mirror-wall in front of her, she’d get a first class seat to watch the show. She leaned a little, to use the mirror to peak at Emile and make sure he was minding his own business. Satisfied that he was, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. Just as she began to crouch and lower her clothes, she noticed a third shape in the mirror. It was a man. Dressed simply, like a farmer, maybe. His face was stretched into a rictus grin, and he stared at the empty center of the room. He carried a bloody axe in one hand. May fell on her butt, peeing forcefully into her shorts. The hissing was loud and a puddle quickly formed underneath her. Her urine washed over her butt, and wet the backs of her thighs. She must have made a noise of some kind, because Emile worriedly asked if she was ok. When she didn’t answer, he rushed over. He peered over the boxes, and was greeted with the dignified sight of her with her fly down and sitting in an expanding pool of piss. “What, did you slip?” He asked, suppressing a laugh. “Emile!” She whispered, while she clamped her legs shut to stop the flow, “Mirror!” He quickly picked up that was serious, and turned around. “What about it?” “You didn’t see that?!” “Something in the mirror? No I didn’t.” Had they not seen a monster just a short while ago, he might’ve been more hesitant to believe her, “What did you see?” “A- A man. With an axe. Didn’t look like he was cutting wood with it.” Emile was perturbed by this information. He scanned the room once again, but apparently saw nothing. “Wonderful… more shit trying to kill us.” He looked at her awkwardly, “So uh, we should probably get goin’,” May blushed and looked away, “... ‘m not finished… ” “Huh?” “Not done peeing.” “Er, well, just go!” He urged her. This time he did not give her much privacy, and stood guard right next to the boxes. It didn’t matter much, there wasn’t any point to not just finishing up in her shorts. With only a slight push, her stream picked back up, returning its wet warmth to her crotch. The puddle grew a little more, and the fresh urine reheated it. After the longest and most awkward few seconds of her life, she was done wetting herself. “... ‘kay,” Was all she said as she stood and zipped up her shorts. Urine dripped from her soaked butt, and cold drops raced down her legs. She stood, and joined Emile on the other side of the boxes. “Look on the bright side,” Emile said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “What fucking bright side?” “Now we match!” He pointed one hand at his urine-stained pants and the other at hers. “Shut up,” May replied, but she couldn’t suppress her smile. But that smile faded when she noticed the writing on the wall next to the stairs- writing that didn’t appear in the mirror’s reflection: THEY’RE IN THE MIRRORS! DON’T LOOK AT THEM! The last bit of urine she didn’t know was left in her suddenly found a new home in her panties. -------------------------------------------- Leroy was limping through the halls. Lily did her best to keep him moving, but he eventually had to stop. He clutched his stomach in pain. He nearly keeled over, and it was then that Lily heard a distinct crackling sound. She could tell then that Leroy had had an accident. “I’m sorry,” his voice was raspy from having the wind (among other things) knocked out of him. “Don’t be.” “It punched me, and then I thought, uh… Thought I was done for. It just kinda came out,” From her position at his side, she could see a growing bulge in the seat of his tight pants. “It got me good, too, now I can’t stop.” “I won’t tell a soul, promise!” Lily gave him a reassuring look. Then she blushed, and added, “You’re actually not alone,” She turned and lifted her skirt, giving him a view of her sagging diaper. The front was yellowed and drenched, and the back was brown and bulging. From the moment she heard the fighting begin, to the moment they ran away, she had been voiding her bowels on herself. When she actually faced the tall woman and attacked her, she knew was when she did the bulk of the soiling. In the few seconds it took for her to register that she wasn’t dead, she positively loaded the thing. Now her diaper was so wet and so full she was worried it was going to fall off of her. “Heh, guess I’m not. ‘Least your underwear was made to be crapped in, though,” He winced in pain, one arm gripping his stomach, the other his shoulder. For the first time, she noticed how badly his shoulder was hurt. “Come on, just a little farther, sweetie. Let’s find a room and see what we can do,” She guided him into a nearby room- once a bedroom. She led him to a soft-looking bed, “Lie down, Leroy,” she ordered, and he did so without complaint, even though she knew his mess made the effort more disgusting than it should have been. She removed his shirt and jacket, and cringed when she saw the massive purple bruise on his belly, and the deep gashes on his shoulder. She lifted the blanket on the bed, exposing the sheets. She struggled with them, attempting to rip them. When she succeeded, she wrapped the cloth around his shoulder, and bound it tightly. Blood quickly soaked into it, but it was the best they had. “How’s it look?” She thought on how best to answer him, “... Like you’ll have a cool scar.” “Awesome,” He sat up, scrunching his face when he felt his mess squishing underneath him. He threw his shirt and jacket back on, and stood. When he felt he could walk, they left the room. They returned to the foyer, making sure the tall woman was nowhere in sight. When they were certain it was safe, they advanced. Crossing by the stairs, the two of them caught sight of something and jumped backwards, Lily muffling a scream with her hands. Some familiar expletives caught her attention, and she saw that they’d bumped into Emile and May, who were equally startled. They had also both peed their pants. “Emile? May?” Lily said, utterly relieved. “Oh shit, you guys are alive!” May called out. The four of them came together with a brief hug. “Man, is it good to see you two,” Emile said. “Less great to smell you, what is that?” May added, kind of ruining the moment. The both of them looked at Lily, both clearly suspecting that she’d messed herself, when Leroy chimed in, “Don’t laugh, but that’s me.” “I don’t buy it,” Emile, narrowing his eyes at them. “No, for real,” He lifted his shirt, revealing the giant bruise, “that monster got me in the gut, made me shit myself.” Both their eyes widened, “You fought that thing?!” Emile asked in disbelief. “Good shit, man. Emmy wet his pants just from seeing it.” “At least I didn’t get scared by my own reflection.” “Guys,” Lily interjected, they stopped talking, “Leroy and I found an old note, and we have an idea how to get out of here.” “You do?” Emile asked, excited. “Yes sir,” Leroy picked up the explanation, “The thing that’s causing all of this apparently at the bottom of a well out back. We have to go find it and kill or break it.” “Sure.” “Okay.” They spoke almost in perfect unison, both readily accepting what Leroy said. “Well, uh, all right. Guess I should’ve known you guys wouldn’t ask any questions. Let’s go.” As they walked, Leroy lead the group, despite his injuries and relatively slow pace. Emile sidled up next to Lily, and spoke, “Don’t take this personally, but I refuse to believe you haven’t had an accident, too.” “Uhh, I went before we came in. Kinda for that exact reason.” He squinted at her, but seemed to accept the answer. The door to the backyard didn’t take too long to find. It opened out to a large patio with some old furniture strewn across it. The rain had subsided, but everything was still wet and dripping. The backyard was very large, and bore a few sheds, a pagoda, and a large well near the center. Lily could understand why the author of the note felt that the entity was in there; just looking at it filled her with dread. “The note we found mentioned that the tall woman knows if you get too close to the well, so stay away from it until we’re ready,” Leroy explained. “You got it,” Emile answered. “Sure, but slight problem,” May pointed to the well, “It’s boarded up.” Lily and Leroy turned to look at it, and sure enough, the top of the well was blocked off. Leroy groaned in mounting frustration, “Okay, so, we improvise! You two,” He pointed to May and Emile, “Hit up that shed, look for anything that might be able to break through. And rope, to climb down. Lily I will check out that shed.” She wasn’t eager to split up again, after they’d just reunited, but at least they wouldn’t be far apart. -------------------------------------------- May couldn’t get the image of the man with the bloody axe out of her head. She knew she didn’t imagine it. She knew it was trouble. As she and Emile slowly pulled open the door of the shed, she drew her taser, ready to stun anything inside. Much to her horror, one of the walls of the shed had also been fitted with a large mirror. “The fuck is up with the mirrors?” She inquired, unable to keep the fear out of her voice. “No idea, but check it out,” Emile walked passed her, and picked up something from an open box, “Rope! Halfway there already!” “Nice. See what else we got in here. A machete or, like… a gun would be cool.” The two of them set about looting the shed. Lots of useless tools filled the various boxes toolkits, things like screwdrivers and pliers. Nothing for breaking and smashing. May shoved a box over, and looked quizzically at the etching on the ground it had covered up. It looked like a circle with a symbol inside of it. Great, there’s the evil runes. There were more, resting underneath the various containers and detritus. She moved them, shoving them wherever they would fit so she could see what someone carved into the floor. Several of the runes had been tampered with, though. They were struck with something in order to damage them, or crossed out with additional carving. Words had been written atop the defaced runes: THEY BROUGHT THEM HERE, THROUGH THE MIRRORS DON’T LOOK As chilling as the message was, she was feeling quite vindicated. “Holy crap, May, look out!!” Emile shouted. May jumped to her feet in alarm. She had a feeling she knew where their attacker was coming from. Looking at the mirror, she saw that same man, with his same axe marching towards them. He dragged his weapon along the ground behind him. His face, still paralyzed in a grotesque smile, almost made her pass out. Her bowels immediately emptied, and with a loud burst of sound, she filled her panties. Wet mush erupted out of her, and created a bulge the size of an orange in her green shorts. She stumbled backwards, bumping into Emile. The two of them both fell down. May’s already wet and now messy backside landed squarely on Emile’s lap. The soft, semi-solid mass in her underwear spread across her rear, flattening out. She knew Emile had felt it, too. The man swung his axe while they both were trying to get away, and the blade landed between their legs, burying itself into the ground only inches away from Emile’s crotch. If he hadn’t already wet himself, she was sure he would’ve then. They tried to pry themselves off of each other, but their frantic and fearful movements just kept getting them stuck further in the mess of limbs and shed debris. The man pulled back, nearly freeing the axe from the ground. In a rare moment of brilliance, Emile brought his legs together, enclosing them around the axe. As the man pulled, Emile pulled back, not relinquishing the weapon. Taking the opportunity she’d been given, May shot forward with her taser. She had no idea if tasers even worked on evil spirits, but she had to try something. She drove the buzzing device into the smiling man’s neck. To her pleasant surprise, he stopped trying to retrieve his axe, and twitched as the electricity did its magic. After several seconds of tazing, the man seemed to dissolve into a sort of black mist. His axe disappeared as well. She supposed that was a victory, probably. She kept her head low, not daring to look into the mirror. The two of them grabbed the rope they would need, and slammed the doors of the shed behind them. Both of them were sweating and panting. “I… I definitely shat myself… ” May said between gasps for breath. “I know… I noticed… ” Emile said, confirming her earlier fear. May reached back and felt the severity of her accident. Her butt was separated from her panties by a layer of mess at least half an inch thick. Drooping down between her legs was a more substantial bulge. Her panties were blue, and she dreaded to think what color they had become. Looking over, she noticed Emile feeling his own bottom. He groaned after a second, clearly dissatisfied with his findings. “You, too?” “A guy almost cleaved my dick in half with an axe. Of course I crapped myself,” He picked up the rope, and half-walked, half-waddled forward, “Let’s go find the others and get this over with.” The back of his jeans bore a large brown stain. It looked like he unloaded quite a bit more than she did, and his mess hadn’t been flattened nearly as much. Consequently, he had a massive, rounded bulge on his butt that was tinged brown. The discoloration streaked a short ways down the backs of his legs, indicating his release was rather wet. Thus far, Emile had most certainly won the gold for accident size. Her own was considerable, but not enormous. She’d taken a look at Leroy’s earlier, and it definitely didn’t compare. She also waddled slightly, but nowhere near as much as Emile had to. -------------------------------------------- “Thanks for covering for me,” Lily said, as she and Leroy searched their shed. “Hm? Oh, about the smell thing? No worries. Technically wasn’t even lying.” “Still, it was nice.” “No it wasn’t. Totally selfish,” He said sarcastically, “I just wanna watch them freak out when they think you’re the only one who didn’t ruin their pants.” They both laughed. They searched in silence for a second more, when Lily asked “What do you think it is, in the well? Another monster?” “Dunno. Guess I’m with the note guy; the tall freak wouldn’t come to defend the well if whatever’s inside could defend itself.” “That’s fair.” She rooted through a container, finding nothing of use. “Leroy, I just… Thanks. If we do manage to get out of this, it’ll be because of you.” “Says the woman who glassed the monster right before it could kill me.” “And who pooped herself doing it!” She laughed, and Leroy chuckled. Her face darkened a little when she continued onto the next thing she needed to say, “And I just wanted to say… If we… If we don’t make it-” “Which we will.” “But if anything goes wrong, I just wanted to say that I love you.” “... I love you, too,” He stopped searching for a second to face her, “And I’ll be saying that to you again, in like, an hour; after we’ve escaped this place.” He returned to searching, and her eyes drifted down to his butt. On any other day, it was a fine butt to look at, but today… Today there was a particular lump there that she didn’t care to observe. She didn’t blame or judge him one bit, though. How could she? She was not only wearing a diaper, but had used it so heavily that she had to frequently pull it back to keep it from falling off of her. Each time she did so, the cold, wet fabric pressed against her womanhood, and her mess once again squished against her rear. It would take a hundred showers before she felt clean again. “Jackpot!” Leroy shouted, as he hefted up a sledgehammer. “That could do the trick.” -------------------------------------------- The four of them had reconvened a short distance from the well. In total, they’d found the rope and sledgehammer they needed, and had scrounged up a small hatchet pocket knife. In addition to May’s taser, that meant one weapon for everyone. Leroy and Lily had also been polite and not commented on May and Emile’s waddling gaits, or the foul smell that followed them. The plan was simple enough, but one mistake could cost all of their lives. All they had to do was smash apart the boards on top of the well, tie the rope to the post above it, and rappel down. At the bottom, well, they would improvise, as Leroy put it. Anything could have been down there waiting for them. Maybe it only wanted them to think it was vulnerable. Maybe it was just… a well. Nothing but water at the bottom. Everyone prepared themselves, readied their weapons, and said their prayers. “Ready, Emmy?” Leroy asked. Emile picked up the long length of rope and nodded. Lily and May took up spots on either side of the well, keeping a lookout for the tall woman. “Go!” In a flash of movement, the boys sprinted forward. Leroy hefted the hammer over his head, and brought it down with all his might upon the boards covering up the well. The head of the hammer smashed clean through them, creating a hammer-sized hole. As quickly as he could, he lifted it, and smashed once again. Striving to avoid Leroy’s swings, Emile set about tying the rope to the post above the well. He knotted, he double-knotted, he triple-knotted. The knot wouldn’t break on his watch. Lily and May were on alert, watching. They both saw the shadow moving passed the windows, the frightening figure of the tall woman. She knew they were attacking the well. She would be there in mere seconds. May’s paranoia of the mirror in the shed endured she kept an eye on it, too. Emile put as much stress on the rope as he could, and neither it nor the post gave way. Their ride down the well was ready. Just in time, too, as Leroy destroyed the final board covering the well, causing its many splintered fragments to descend into the dark pit. “Everyone in!!” He screamed. Emile went first, hatchet on his belt, ready to be drawn in case something was waiting for him below. The girls ran for the well. Lily grabbed the rope, the makeshift gloves they’d made for everyone protecting them from rope burn. Once she’d gone, May turned to see Leroy standing guard, sledgehammer ready. “See you at the bottom, Lee,” She jumped in, grabbing the rope. The door to the backyard flew off its hinges. The tall woman, who normally moved at a steady stride, now charged at him as fast as it could. It would kill him if he tried to fight it. Once he had waited long enough for May to finish her descent, he turned and began his. Falling down a dark hole into the unknown brought him considerably less fear than being alone with the tall woman. He slid down the rope for some time, far more than he expected. When he finally reached the bottom, he and the others all stood stunned for a moment. At the base of the well was a spacious cavern. Mirrors were embedded in the wall every few feet. At the center of the cavern was a disfigured tree-like growth. Roots branched like veins into the earth above and below it. At the center of the growth, an eerie blue light emanated. There was a crash behind them, and the tall woman landed in the cavern. It hadn’t taken the rope, simply jumped. Once again, the thing’s frightening inhuman nature shook Leroy to his core. Wetness flooded his groin, racing down his legs. He lifted the hammer, preparing to fight, even as piss stung his thighs. May primed her taser, hoping it would work as well on her as it did on the smiling man. The tall woman rushed towards them. Leroy felt his stream of urine grow stronger. It targeted him, and pounced. He had learned to swallow his fear and dodge early after the last attack, and managed to roll out of the way without getting hit. The irregular movement diverted his stream, causing the stain soak the upper areas of his pants more than it should have. It also flung droplets everywhere. His hammer was heavy, and he couldn’t swing it at her before she could swing at him. He backstepped, dodging another feral swipe. He lifted the hammer over his head, brought it down. She grabbed it mid-swing, stopping all his momentum as if it were nothing. He stared in disbelief, and May took the opportunity to rush the tall woman, and tazed her in the back. Meanwhile, Emile and Lily set to work using their hatchet and knife to cut open the strange growth. From one of the mirrors on the wall, Emile saw the smiling man emerge. “Oh come on, fuck off already!” He shouted. Lily screamed when she saw him, having no idea who or what he was. “Lily! Trade!” He plucked the knife from her hands, and gave her the hatchet, “Keep cutting this thing, I’ll keep him busy!” She didn’t have time to object before he ran off to engage the smiling man. The man swung the axe horizontally with unexpected speed, nearly taking Emile’s head off. Unlike the tall woman, he never seemed to move very quickly. Emile danced around him, keeping just out of range of the axe. That is, until the smiling man swung, Emile dodged, and then the man used the new position of his axe to drive the handle into Emile’s face. He yelled in pain and took several dazed, wobbly steps back. May was dismayed to learn that the tall woman was worlds more durable than the smiling man. In only a couple of seconds, she overcame the taser’s shock. She turned quickly, and lashed out, striking May in the side of the head. The attack sent her flying, and she slammed into the cavern’s wall. She found that she did not have the strength to stand back up. At long last, Leroy was able to land a blow with his hammer. The weapon impacted the tall woman in the back, making a sound as though it had hit concrete. She was knocked forward only slightly, and turned to retaliate against him. He could hardly believe it. An attack with every last ounce of his strength didn’t even scratch her. He was completely powerless against her. He had one last idea. He swung the hammer, and she once again grabbed it. When her hand was occupied, he released the hammer, and bent low to scoop up some of the loose gravel along the floor. Remembering how much pain she suffered when Lily hit her in the eyes, he threw the handful of rocks into her face. As he hoped, some of them struck her eyes. Like before, it recoiled in shock and agony. He used the time as an opportunity to make sure May was all right. Lily had continued to use Emile’s hatchet, and had carved away much of the wood. She found something strange inside. At the center of the growth was something like an orb. A perfectly spherical mirror, she realized. She hacked more of the wood away, revealing more of what she hoped was their ultimate target. Emile was losing ground quickly to the smiling man. He dared to steal a look at Lily’s progress, and saw the strange orb. It gave him an idea. May couldn’t move, and Leroy was out of weapons. The tall woman approached him, claws bared. All he could do at this point was give her enough trouble killing him to buy the others enough time. Lily had exposed much of the orb when Emile shoved her out of the way. She didn’t know what he was doing, but he leaned against the growth and the orb, blocking them with his body. The smiling man prepared the killing swing, only for Emile to jump forward and dive under the man’s legs at the last second. The smiling man’s axe shattered the mirrored ball. The tall woman froze suddenly, then began writhing in pain. The root tendrils receded, began to die. The mirrors all cracked, then shattered. The tall woman collapsed, spasming as though she was suffering a seizure. The roots died and died, until the growth was nearly gone. The smiling man’s smile melted away, replaced by a look of horror. When the last of the unholy tree had perished, a blinding light engulfed all of them. -------------------------------------------- They came to in the woods, just a short distance from the house. Morning light was shining through the trees. “Did… Did we do it?” May asked. “I think we made it!” Emile could hardly contain his joy. “Let’s not celebrate just yet,” Leroy cautioned. He took several steps toward the house. The others followed. Emile and May laughed with sheer joy when they all saw people entering and leaving the house, packing up all the decorations and set pieces. “We fuckin’ did it!” Emile cheered. “And we still need clean pants… ” May observed, killing Emile’s happiness a bit. “Oh, by the way, Lily… ” Leroy began, walking towards her. “What is it?” He scooped her up in a tight hug, lifting her off the ground, “Love you, and I told you so,” he said. “Anyway, can we please get out of here; y’know, before some sees or smells us?” “I think that’s a good idea,” Lily agreed. “Dibs on the first shower,” May proclaimed. The argument that ensued was not a pretty one.
  3. [Hello everyone! Nikolai here with a new story series! Today, I wanna make a story where you, the reader, are now roommates with two skunk girls who love to fart and sometimes mess~ hope you enjoy the series~] "Man, I've been walking down this road for ages now.. where is this place?" You ask yourself, looking down at the paper in your hands. Your parents have recently kicked you out of the house, and you needed a place to live. On the paper, there are two names under the residents section. Miku and Keko. Miku and Keko are two lovely skunk girls looking for a third roommate. You happened to be the lucky winner. Lucky you, huh? The only thing is, you don't know the two girls are skunk girls. You just assumed they were possibly ordinary girls or a couple of nekos. You stop in the middle of the block you were walking on. You look down at the paper and read the house number to yourself. "1438.." You say as you look up from the paper, looking for the house with that number. You notice a dark purple house that stands out from the rest. It looks very tidy and cared for, and that's what catches your eye. You read the digits next to the front door. "1438.." You say quietly to yourself. Then your eyes light up as you realize that this was the place! "Oh finally! I was beginning to think that the house was fake!" You say excitedly. Without hesitation, you swiftly walk up the walkway leading to the front porch. You continue walking up the stone pathway, eager to meet both Miku and Keko. As you walked up the pathway, your nerves made you feel slightly nervous. You've never really spoken to many girls before. Maybe you'll get along with these two! You finally reach the porch, and gently step up the single stair. You slowly walk up to the front door. You take in a deep breath, nervous on meeting your new roommates. You extend your hand out in front of you slowly, and your finger gets closer and closer to the doorbell. Your finger meets the doorbell, and you ring it. You hear the doorbell ring inside the small little house. Then you hear two female voices from inside. "Oh, who could that be??" You hear one say. "Ooh! It must be the new roommate! Let's go greet him!" You hear the other say. You stand there for a few moments before the door opens, revealing the two girls. One girl was wearing a white and black hoodie, with black leggings. The other was in a blue tank top with grey leggings. But you immediately noticed the one thing that stood out the most about these two girls. They both had huge, fluffy skunk tails and cute little skunk ears. And their hair was black eith little white stripes in it. This took you by surprise as you have never seen a skunk girl before. "Hello! You must be the new roommate! I'm Keko! And this is Miku!" The one girl in the hoodie said as she wrapped her arm around the other and pulled her close. [This is the end of the first part! If you like it, stay tuned for the next part! ♡]
  4. Tsukasa was sitting in her final class, blushing madly as her bowels ached. She had made it through the entire day, desperate for a bathroom, but because of some girls fooling around in the bathrooms, they were closed to students unless the students were trusted. But Tsukasa was not trusted. She was one of the girls who fooled around in the bathrooms when they were caught. She couldn't go relieve herself, so she had to wait until she got home. Tsukasa desperately wanted to let out a few farts, but would be far too embarrassed to do it during class. So she waited until she left school to actually let out some wind. The final bell rang through the school, and all the students began packing their things and leaving the class. Tsukasa carefully stood, and blushed as a quiet, little fart escaped from her rear uncontrollably. The pressure from the seat wasn't there anymore, allowing the unwanted fart to escape. As she began packing everything into her backpack, she smelled her fart faintly. But there was plenty more inside of her, she just had to get outside before she could actually release it. She put her backpack on, and followed the rest of the students with one hand on her stomach. Her bowels grumbled silently as she whinced slightly. Tsukasa exited the school and began making her way down the street, and turned down the walkway onto another street. She glanced to her left, then to her right, and smiled as she seen no one around. No one ever went on the street that she took home, luckily. She smiled before relaxing her rear, and a loud brrrrrrrrrfrrrrrrrrrt sounds from her bum as a loud, dry fart released from her bowels. She moans silently as she blushes, feeling the relief of releasing her air to be extremely amazing. Just as she released her air, she felt a tingle down in her nether region. Could Tsukasa be enjoying this a little too much? "Aaaah~ it feels to good~" Tsukasa said to herself silently. She pushed, and a pfffrrrrrrrrrt sounds as more wind escapes from her rear. She found herself to be enjoying her predicament a little, being a little disappointed that she couldn't smell her flatulence. She continued making her way to her home, pushing out a fart every now and then. She finally reached her front door of her house, taking her keys out of her pocket and frantically putting them in the door as she placed a hand on her stomach, whincing. Her bowels churned angrily, a large portion of poo that urgently needed to be evacuated nearing the escape. A loud, sudden frrrrrrrrrrrrrrt escaped as a smelly fart escaped from her rear, the mess getting closer to escaping. Tsukasa kept getting the wrong key as she let out a pained whimper. Just then, a bit of solid poo began poking out from her rear, causing her to whine audibly as she fumbled with her keys, trying to find the key to unlock her door. The mess squeezed further out before it touched cotton, meeting the resistance of her panties. She continued fumbling with her keys as her poo began to push her pink panties out. She finally found the right key, and inserted it into the lock of the door. Even though she finally got the key inserted into the door lock, her body seemed to have other plans. As soon as she inserted the key into the door, her body involuntarily caused her to push, a loud crackle sounding from her rear as poo began roping out from her bum and into her pink panties. Tsukasa gasped and blushed madly as her panties began bulging out. The crackling began to get more muffled as her panties began sagging down with the additional weight being exerted into them, the brown mass growing in size. Her skirt hid her accident, but Tsukasa felt and smelled what was going on as she gave up, and pushed voluntarily, causing a sudden splooooorch to sound as brown mess exploded from her bum and into her filled panties. She breathed heavier as she grunted cutely, pushing again as the bulge continued ballooning out, the seat of her once pink panties now turning to a brownish pink colour. The mess began spreading quickly across both her bum cheeks as her lower lip quivered and her cheeks flushing. She moved her hand that was on her stomach to the rear of her as she placed it softly on the slightly ballooned skirt as she pushed. She grunted adorably as she pushed the last of the mess out, blushing deeply as she whimpered. The deed was done. Tsukasa just filled her panties. "Oh.. I just... oh no..." She told herself as she blushed. She turned the key and unlocked her door, entering it before closing it behind her, the mess shifting about in her panties. The stench from her accident wafted up her nose as she blushed, keeping her hand placed on her rear. Soon, Tsukasa found herself slightly enjoying her accident. "It feels... weird... But warm.." She told herself. Tsukasa found herself staying in her soiled panties for a few hours before finally cleaning up. It was quite a messy afternoon for Tsukasa.
  5. (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. ;) )
  6. A video I came across on YouTube today. According to the video description, this is an "educational" video on how to wet and mess your diaper. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u91NZCXFsGA Soiling_Her_Diaper-u91NZCXFsGA.flv
  7. Hello all! I wanted to start this thread so we all can share our messing and wetting stories to the community! They can be accidental or on purpose, and can be from the past, the recent, or even current! Looking forward to hearing all your stories, and I'll be sure to share some too!! ^-^
  8. I have a freind named Kassie (alias) who has urge incontinence and I have witnessed a fair amount (not as many as my other friend, Ari) of her accidents. Here's a few facts about her: 1). she only tells her close friends and/or people who have seen her wet herself about her condition, 2). She refuses to wear full time protection (I say "full time" because she DID wear an adult diaper once on a road trip after peeing in her pants in the back seat of my friend's pick up) and 3). she refuses to seek treatment because she hates to go to the doctor (she has a phobia of anything doctor related). Now this is NOT a wetting experience (well not enitrely) so I don't know where to post this. This time she pooped her pants. We were at an indoor music festival at a mid sized venue. Between bands she said she was going to go to the bathroom, which were unisex individual bathrooms so lines were inevitable. She came back very quickly and said "Too big of a line. I'll wait until it clears up." It didn't. Hours and hours later, the festival was over and people were starting to clear the room. Earlier Kassie and I got separated and I didn't find her until now. She was stiitng on a chair looking very nervous, distressed and in a different pair of pants. I went up to her and she asked if the bathrooms were clear. I said "I think so." She just nodded and said okay. I quietly asked if she had an accident, and if that was the reason she was now wearing long jeans instead of her jean shorts. She said "I wet my pants a while ago outside but I don't think anyone noticed." (I didn't see this event so I can't accurately write about it). "But I still haven't been able to go number two." I said "Okay well if you hurry I think you can catch the janitor before he locks up." She tightly closed her eyes and moaned. Then she grunted out "If I get up right now, I'm gonna go in my pants. Just give me a second." A few moments later she sighed and said, "Okay I'll meet you outside. She got up and started trotting toward the bathroom. I heard her inhale through her teeth and let out a sigh of desperation. As I was walking out I heard her moan "Oh God oh God oh God" while she was still running to the bathroom. I waited outside by the car for not five minutes and my phone started buzzing. It was Kassie. She sounded very distressed, but not panicked "Can you bring my backpack to the bathroom please?" I agreed, grabbed the bag and hurried to the bathroom. When I got there I knocked on the door. I heard her say "Occupied." And I responded with "It's Will." The door unlocked and she pulled me inside. She stood there and looked very uncomfortable. "Okay we gotta put our heads together." I was really confused, but knew what happened. She realaxed a little, shrugged, look down at the floor and said "I didn't make it. I just couldn't hold it." That's when I smelled her accident. "Oh." I said. "Well what do you need me for?" "Here's the problem." She opened her bag and pulled out some clothes, her pair of shorts from earlier and a pair of tan underwear that were still very damp. "I need to change my panties, but the ones I'm wearing are the only extras I brought. My pants are fine. On the outside at least." She was starting to freak out again so I said "Slow down. Start from the beginning." She said that she started to lose control in the hallway, got to the bathrooms and there was a person inside each one. She said that she couldn't hold it another second and, as she put it " I just started going. Couldn't stop it no matter how hard I tried. A girl came out of one of the bathrooms and saw the look on my face and apologized." Now this clearly wasn't a case of the runs or anything, since she only needed to change her underwear. She just couldn't hold a normal bowel movement for that long. Keep in mind the next section is paraphrased but still accurate. "So What do we do?" She asked "Well you can't wear what you have on, but you can't exactly put on your other ones either. How wet ARE your other ones?" "Freakin soaked. Still not dry." "There's a 24 hour pharmacy a few blocks from here but I don't think they sell underwear. I could get you some..." "Not gonna happen." She said. "Well your only other option is to clean up and go commando." "Nope not doing that either." "You can hold your other ones under the hand drier for awhile." "I suppose but the car is going to smell like p*ss all the way home." "I don't really care. I'll just open my window." She sighed and said "Fine." Awhile later she came back with a par of black purple panties balled up in a paper towel. "I'm not putting them in my backpack. They're too gross." So she placed them in her trunk and we left. The car didn't smell as strongly as I thought it would. The drive was about thirty miles and about a mile from her apartment she frustratedly said "Oh god dammit!" "What? Did you forget something?" She started cracking the f*ck up. "No! I'm peeing!" We both laughed uncontrollably. "What a HORRIBLE day!" She said. When we pulled into her apartment and got out, she got the towel and air freshener she keeps in the back and wiped down the driver seat and sprayed the air freshener. We made out way to her apartment and I saw the wetness on the back of her jeans.
  9. jtarlipes

    Harley Quinn

    From the album: omorashi planet

    I enhanced my original Harley Quinn, with a colored background.
  10. It was the middle of the night, Jenny was dead asleep in her warm bed, tired from a day of partying and food. The food she ate, however, disagreed with her stomach. Jenny laid on her back in bed, still wearing her tight jeans and her black crop-top. She was too tired to even bother changing out of her clothes. Jenny squirmed slightly in place as her stomach sounded a violent rumble. Jenny, although asleep, had to use the bathroom. Her stomach rumbled again, causing Jenny to squirm before a quick, bubbly fart sounded from her rear. This would be the last true fart to escape from her before the danger struck. Jenny's stomach churned as it gurgled, causing Jenny to wake up slowly. She placed a hand on her stomach as she felt something right at the escape of her rear. "Ooogh.. I gotta fart..." Jenny assumed in a very sleepy voice. She lifted her butt off of its one cheek and pushed. Assuming it was a fart as she pushed put Jenny in a sense of shock. She felt pure liquid mush escape quickly into the seat of her panties before clenching her butt shut, whincing as she did so. "Oh no..." Jenny cried silently as her bowels rumbled. Jenny had a bad case of diarrhea due to the food she had at the party. She whinced as she laid there. Jenny was quite a lazy person. So lazy that sometimes when she needed to poop, she wouldn't get up and just let it out into her pants. Perhaps Jenny secretly liked pooping her pants. Jenny whinced again as another rumble sounded from the depths of her bowels. "Ugh... I don't want to get up.." Jenny decided. She chose to go back to sleep and deal with it tomorrow. Jenny laid her but back down, the little bit of diarrhea slightly expanding across her rear as she closed her eyes. After 10 minutes, Jenny fell back asleep. This time, her body would choose for her and not wake her up. After 30 minutes, her bowels reached their capacity. Her rear opened up against her sleeping will as pure mushy diarrhea escaped from her rear and into the seat of her slightly soiled panties. Her body began pushing as the torrent of diarrhea sped up extremely, a disgusting squishing sound emenating as her pants filled up with diarrhea. A bulge began growing on the seat of her jeans as they started tinting brown, the diarrhea spreading in all directions. It didn't take long before her diarrhea began escaping from the leg holes of her panties and into the legs of her tight jeans. They bulged out as a nasty Plooorch escaped from her rear. When it was all over, her pants were wet and brown from the diarrhea. Not a spot of her rear was clean, and the bed stained a slight brown. Jenny had a massive diarrhea explosion in her sleep. Jenny continued to sleep through the night in her soiled pants, only just discovering her accident in the morning.
  11. Hello all! Void here! Basically, I've been having the same problem as many of you out there have! And that's finding good messing videos! It's a real struggle cuz there are very few good ones out there, but once you find em, oh boy, is it worth it! Anyways, this thread isn't just to benefit me, but rather to benefit everyone into the same thing! And that's messing! I would prefer to have things like panty poop videos posted here, but diapers are more than welcome! Just post some links for everyone to see and visit and we all smile in the end! ^ω^ ~Void
  12. [Hello all! This piece of fiction was inspired by a picture I stumbled upon while browsing Scat Booru! Enjoy~ ;3] Trinity was a huge gamer. So much so that she often tosses her need to use the bathroom to the side. She always made it to the bathroom though, but it was always just on time. This time, however, she refused to get up. Trinity was sitting on the floor on her knees in front of the television, playing her video game intently. Trinity's need to use the bathroom was getting worse by each passing second as she denied to go. Her stomach rumbled violently, sending cramps to her bum. Trinity whinced each time a cramp hit her. Pretty soon, it would come out, whether she wanted it to or not. A few minutes later, her stomach rumbled yet again, the mess inside slowly getting closer to its exit. Trinity grimaced as a fart escaped from her rear uncontrollably. The smell from her flatulence spread throughout the air where she sat, making her wrinkle her nose a little. She pushed, releasing yet another smelly fart into the air, intensifying the smell of her gas. Her farts moved her closer to her messy fate. But Trinity still refused to get up to use the bathroom. "Ugh... It smells now.. But I can't get up! I want to keep playing!" Trinity protested. Her stomach rumbled again, as if in protest against her choice to keep playing, sending sharp cramps down to her bum as she whinced, another crackly fart erupting from her rear. Around twenty minutes later, her rear wouldn't stop cramping, her room now smelling of her farts. Trinity wanted to feel the relief she felt from her farts before, and pushed, releasing a slightly bubbly fart out into the air, the smell in her room beginning to worsen. She didn't care at this point, continuing to push her smelly fart out. Just then, her fart grew wetter and more bubbly, but Trinity continued pushing, wanting to get as much air out as she could. A sudden, muffled squish emanated from her rear as brown mush escaped with her fart. Trinity had just sharted. The seat of her panties now coated with brown mush. Still, trinity kept pushing out the nasty shart. She didn't care that she was sharting, she just wanted more relief. Sounds of runny farts continued to fill the room, the seat of her pants continuing to grow damper before she pushed once more, a loud squish sounding from her rear. No more air escaped as pure brown mush filled the seat of her panties, the slightly solid mush inside now inching out. Her mess inside slowly began sliding out, now poking out as it made it's escape. "Oh.. I think I'm going to have an accident..." Trinity told herself, despite already having an accident during her messy fart. But even though she partly knew the inevitable, she still refused to go use the bathroom. The poo poking out slid out even more, making it even more uncomfortable. "Ugh.. I can't hold it anymore.." Trinity said as she relaxed her bum. Without pushing, the mess began sliding out with a muffled crackle. Her brown-stained panties slowly began tenting out as the log of poo slowly met cotton, then pushing out further. A shameful crackle emanated from Trinity's rear as she slowly began pooping her pants. "Ugh.. I'm having an accident.." She told herself shamefully. The mess began piling up in itself in the seat of Trinity's panties, forming a growing bulge in her panties, the bulge starting to show on her denim shorts. Trinity just wanted the mess to end, so pushed, forcing a torrent of softer mush to rush out into the rear of her panties, a loud, muffled Crckrckrckrckle to sound throughout her bedroom. The bulge grew to enormous proportions before the erupting mess finally stopped escaping into her pants. Not before long, her room started to reek of her messy accident. Her green shorts started to stain in the rear. "Oh my god.. I just shit my pants..." She told herself shamefully. Even though Trinity had made a mess in her panties, she still refused to get up to clean herself. "I.. guess it's not to bad" She admitted to herself. Trinity spent the next 4 hours in her messy pants, playing her video game before she got up to go clean up. Trinity quite liked having that accident, afterall.
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