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[lovetowee]

NOT MINE GOTTEN OFF A SITE

Chapter 1

"By the way, I desperately need the toilet, just thought I'd let you know."

You're so startled you forget to step on the gas. By the time you look at the streetlight again, it's back to red, which is just fine by you, because it gives you time to stare at your girlfriend some more.

She just raises an eyebrow, then shifts in her seat, somewhere between rubbing down on the seat and -

Well, taking pressure off her bladder, you suppose.

You only admitted your kink to her two days ago. Then, she wasn't exactly jumping at the idea, but she said she'd consider it. Now, you have her desperate in your car, five minutes after you left for the cinema. She had plenty of time to go at home - apparently she finished the consideration phase and skipped straight to experimentation without telling you, but then again, that'd be on brand for her.

It's only twenty more minutes to the cinema, so not really an unpredictable situation, perfect for her to try it out. She has a rather strong bladder after all.

“Alright,” you say, trying to copy her offhand inflection. But you're hard anyway, and she's probably enjoying it, too.

This time when the streetlight shows green, you drive.

***

When you arrive at the cinema, your girlfriend has her hand firmly jammed between her legs and is positively jiggling. You can't tell if it's real or if she's doing it for you, you've never seen her truly desperate in your two years of dating, but it makes it difficult to walk for you either way.

It is expected, but still disappointing when she leaves you alone in the ticket line to bolt for the bathroom as soon as you're inside.

Your dick flags sadly, but it's probably for the better, because you really do want to see the movie.

Or so you thought. Halfway in it's clear, this isn't nearly as good as you'd hoped. You decide to make the best of the situation and maybe pay your girlfriend some of the teasing back - she's not a big fan of action movies anyway - and sneak your hand down the back of her skirt.

You notice it’s the easy access kind, the one just held up by a flimsy elastic. She sighs, pleased, and shuffles forward in her seat a little to give you more room, and grinning, you toy with the waistband of the short leggings she wears underneath to ward off any looks.

You wonder distantly what color her panties might be, but it doesn't really matter, you'll see for yourself when you're back home anyway - and that’s a thrilling thought all in itself, because she’s been caught up in work this past week, and, well. You’re really looking forward to it.

She makes some encouraging noises, probably spurred on by the fact that you're the only people in the audience except for an elderly couple a few rows below yours, sitting in the very center - while your girlfriend actually prefers seats at the far side of a row, something about needing a quick exit in sight. She also likes anal play, but you want to tease her, so after you pushed your index finger down her panties to just over her hole, you pull it back out completely, eliciting a complaining huff, then use your entire hand to trace down her crack from outside her panties.

She moans outright, which surprises you a little since she usually likes direct touches to her hole a lot better, but you'll take it. Until she shushes you - her general way of telling you to slow down but not stop - so you rest your hand against her ass to wait for her okay to continue.

It never comes.

Instead, she tilts her hips forward a little, making your fingertips slide to the very end of her crack, nearly to where her pussy would open wet and hungry for you, and sighs again.

You register soft crackling noise and bulging pressure against your palm, and your cock is rock hard and pulsing before you even really process what just happened.

She sighs once more and relaxes a little, and you don't even know what to say. Your girlfriend just crapped her panties in public, with your hand in prime position to feel it.

The smell hits you right after, but it takes a distant second place against the violent throbbing in your cock.

"Hm, I hope you like it hard and chunky," your girlfriend muses, then looks at you, a devilish glint in her eyes.

You stare some more. Your occupied hand twitches without your permission, confirming her assessment of her mess, and your mind is utterly void of formulated thought.

Luckily, your mouth appears in working order even in that condition. "I like any kind of panty shit."

You kind of want to take it back right away, and you're probably glowing brighter than the movie screen with how hard you're blushing, but your girlfriend just grins. "Yeah? Because I have a little more mush I can pass, if you're interested."

Are you ever. Your mouth gets that across bright and clear.

"Shit, you're really about to come in your pants, aren't you?" your girlfriend asks, staring at the tent in your trousers. It twitches in confirmation.

Your girlfriend is delighted. She giggles a little, then leans in conspiratorially. "I'll cut you a deal. I shit my pants some more with you in front row position to feel it, then I'll relocate to your lap for the remainder of your movie. Then I sit in my mess while you drive us home, and there you can make me cum through my soiled panties. But only if you don't come until I have."

It takes a moment until you can speak again with how dry your mouth is, but then you agree, and about five seconds later you realize how much harder than expected this is going to be, because before you know it, she's settling herself in your lap, wiggling around in a way that makes very vivid images of the chunks mushing come to mind, and gives you a good deal of friction on your dick as well.

You let her find a position she likes, rubbing over her thighs as she goes - she's the most arousing thing you've ever seen, how could you not touch her right now? You're kind of mourning the loss of your hand holding the accident, but having it rub right against where you need it most... it would be a good exchange, if not for the promise you just gave.

When she finally stills for a moment, you put your hand back between her legs - over her pussy now, where there's only the smallest of wet spots in her jeans, which - she's a witch, isn't she, because if going for a piss before the movie wasn't all planned to prevent an obvious stain on the seat, then you're not a fetishist.

But god could you care less right now, with her still - and now it has to be deliberate - shuffling around in your lap, and not that there was much of a plot to the movie but you've utterly lost it now, because your blood is rushing in your ears and her scent is in your nose, deliciously mixed with what she did in her pants, and you can't help but pull her closer yet, pray that the other couple at least is preoccupied with the movie, and desperately kiss her.

She laughs into your mouth, absolutely delighted at your helpless arousal, but you just kiss her harder and start rubbing her under her skirt, just a slow up and down of your hands over the leggings, and soon you're rewarded with her tiny moans.

You're fairly sure there are explosions going off on the screen, but all you want right now is to get her out of her stained pants, pull those panties to the side and just... slide right in, have her grinding into your lap, hands on her ass to pull her closer yet - you break the kiss, panting, helplessly shoving up into the next downward grind of her hips, then grab her by the waist to keep her still.

"Stop," you pant into her ear, "please, baby, I'm gonna come."

She giggles, gives another small roll of her hips, but then she eases off, laying her head back to let you kiss her neck.

"Good boy," she purrs when you take up where you left off between her legs, and pushes up into your hand instead. "Hmmm, I think I might really like this."

Warmth, in your stomach and shooting down to your groin, half relief and half desperate arousal, head full of next time and the one after and all the other things you'd like to try - and you pull her head back to kiss her again, because you really, really love her right about now.

Thankfully, your girlfriend knows some mercy, and stays mostly still for the following minutes. It keeps you from breaking your promise, if just barely - your balls are aching with how turned on you are, the scent filling your nose on every inhale, and you couldn't stop being close to her, kissing her neck like your life depends on it, even if you wanted to.

She's warm and wet between her legs, and you want to bring up your fingers to smell it, maybe lick them, the mixture of piss and her arousal, but you refrain, concentrating on keeping her wet, on the feeling of her legs straining the tiniest bit, and you have to close your eyes and force yourself still every time she grunts and pushes a tiny bit more into her pants, the spot under your fingers re-wetting occasionally, and she's shimmying and twisting, seeking your lips, clearly very content in her skin.

Put plainly, she's amazing.

You are close to pain when the movie finally ends, some cheesy lines and a sappy kiss and the screen goes dark for a moment. Well, you're not going to stay for the credits.

Your girlfriend clearly agrees; she's up and off your lap before you can even grab your jacket, leading the way through the rows and toward the exit - your heart skips a beat when you realize that other couple’s also still here, but they’re not making a move to get up yet, so it’s all good.

Your girlfriend stops at the door though, turning around, and reaches out. "Give me your jacket."

She's not really shy, but she sounds a lot quieter than she did a minute before, so you hand it over without a second thought. Only when she knots it around her waist does it dawn on you, and you quickly glance down your own body - your pants are dark gray, but not quite dark enough to hide the small stain on the front - the stain of her piss, and your heart picks up again, beating a hectic tattoo against your ribs.

"You should be fine," your girlfriend reassures after a quick once-over, then winks at you. "Just follow me." And before you know it, she's grabbed your hand and maneuvered you both out into the lobby, past the ticket stand and out the front doors.

Bright daylight is a bit much this fast after the dark theater, but your girlfriend doesn't seem to have any issues finding her way to the car, and then she has no qualms about pushing your right up against it and kissing you breathless, rubbing up to your crotch in a deliberate, well-practiced and devilishly effective move. You're just grabbing for her ass to pull her closer, desperate to get another good grip on what she did for you - walking around in public is a bit of a buffer, but just this is enough to reignite your libido, your imagination, your want. But just when you're getting into it, she's pulling away again, lying a finger under your chin to keep you focused on her.

"So, what's it gonna be? Go home, like planned, or do you want to stay here? Get a thrill from me walking around in public, risking everyone to see what I just did?"

You briefly have to close your eyes against the images, walking through the park with her waddling by your side, trying but too inexperienced to hide it, maybe sitting down somewhere in the grass-

But no, this is too new, too precious. You want it to yourself, keep it close, where you can examine it in all its glory. "Home," you tell her, and she nods, kisses you again.

"Then get in the car."

Your mind is not on task, so you fumble like you’ve never seen a car at first, but you get your door open, sit down, key in the ignition.

Then your girlfriend is stepping into the car and sitting down gingerly - slow, deliberate, face pinched in concentration as she clearly feels out the sensation - the sensation of her poop pushing against her ass, getting squished, maybe even pushing around to the front...

You can see the moment she's fully settled in the way her shoulders relax, and she leans back even further, moaning.

You don't know if it's for show, and you do not care, you barely remember to close your car door for decency - there are probably kids around here somewhere - but then your hand is on your cock, squeezing, desperate to get some relief from the arousal that's burning through you, but you keep yourself from stroking it, because that would undoubtedly end it right here.

The other door clicks shut more gently, and your girlfriend laughs at you. "Aww, are you sure you're fit to drive?" But then she's leaning over, grabbing your hair to kiss you, and you're on her the second after, one hand at her cheek and the other grabbing her ass again, regardless of the awkward angle. She moans and so do you, biting at her lips until she gently pushes you away.

"Huh, I may have miscalculated a few things," she says breezily, but gets herself situated properly again, "but this is a ton of fun."

That's good to hear, but you're beyond telling her as much, so you just... take a breath and focus on starting up the car, then maneuvering out of the parking lot without killing anyone, and you actually do make it out on the street before you can't help but glance over again.

Your girlfriend is comfortably leaned back in her seat - her smell is filling the car already, and every breath makes your cock pulse. Her legs are spread wide, one leaning against the console between you, the other knee propped against the airbag in front of her - it's probably not strictly safe for driving, but you've never cared less about traffic regulations in your life. She’s idly stroking up and down her thighs, closer and closer to where they meet - you wrench your eyes away and focus on the street. There are signs to read and streetlights to stop at and other cars not to crash into, because not making it home right now would just be unacceptable.

You girlfriend snickers, but you ignore her like she deserves for that - ugh, what she deserves is reverence, stripping her down with your hand at her ass, licking her nipples, kissing down, eating her out while you massage the mess she made just for you - street. Cars, stopping, red streetlight, slowing down. Focus on the traffic.

You make it maybe five minutes, catching your thoughts when they start to drift, and you need another grab at your dick at one point but you manage to focus and be a good road user - and then your girlfriend groans. Long and relieved like when you push deep and grind against just the right spot, or when you stretch her open on your fingers and give her a broad lick at the same time. No force in this world could keep your eyes on the street, and you allow yourself a quick glance.

She's reclined even farther, head thrown back and eyes closed. One hand is pinching at her nipple, hard and stiff through the flimsy fabric of her top. The other, though - that's the one that nearly does you in, and you grip the steering wheel harder and wrench your eyes away because you’re still in moving traffic.

But... but she's touching herself through her leggings, soaked still, and you don't know the exact ratio of piss to arousal making up that stain but you want to, the one she's rhythmically rubbing her finger over, pulling the fabric taut on the upstroke, and - the pants, they're elastic enough to give, to raise the bulge at her ass, making it jump and shift with her movements, and she must be feeling it, it's so clear in your mind because you've done it enough, the feeling of getting yourself off with your mess moving in time, the weight in your pants that's testament to how dirty you are, how much you filled your panties...

You shift in your seat, making your own pants rub against your erection, and it's bliss and torture alike, and before you know it you're moaning along with her.

Because she's going to be the end of you, she hears and reaches over, rubs over your crotch mercilessly, perfectly, and you can't help but hump against the pressure, only just enough concentration to stay inside the street markings.

She lets her left knee drop further and turns toward you a bit more, and one glance is enough to get the full picture of the situation in her pants, and when she moans loud and deep just for you, you love her so much.

You've been together long enough that she knows exactly what you like, and you can only take it so long before you're actually going to cause a crash - because you're a good driver alright, but even you can't concentrate when you're coming.

Besides, there's a promise to keep, so you gently push her hand away.

Thankfully, she goes without protest, and you can already see the coffee shop that marks your last turn down the road.

She's quieter for the rest of the drive, but you can hear anyway, the constant rub rub rub of her hand on herself, and you've probably never done worse parking job than this, but you're not going to try and correct it, fuck what the neighbors are going to think.

You fumble the keys trying to unlock the front door, but you get it on the second try and your girlfriend is right behind you, and she's probably laughing at you but you don't care, you just urge her to go first so you can stare at her ass as she makes her way up the stairs, and just the view could fuel your masturbation sessions for the rest of your life. Her pants are clearly wet but not wet enough to be running down her legs - yet, a small voice in your head says, and you lick your lips and concentrate on taking the next landing without falling on your face - and there's an obvious bulge in the seat, about the size of an orange, not overt but perfectly obvious when you know what you're looking at, and oh do you ever. The weight and size of it is unfamiliar to your girlfriend, and it shows in the way she takes the stairs one at a time like she's usually too impatient to, and your head is full of the image, the knowledge of how every step pulls the fabric taut, makes her mess mush against her.

Finally reaching your floor, your girlfriend steps to the side to let you open the door again, and this time you master the keys on the first try and then you're in, and your girlfriend is right behind you and you push her up against the door the second it falls closed.

She makes a vague remark about shoes or something, but then you're kissing her an she's moaning into your mouth, and normally she would hook a leg around you to get closer now but she doesn't today. She spreads her legs to allow your hand between instead, and you put your other one on her boob as you kiss your way down her neck, pinch her nipple and grab her ass, right next to her mess so it's hanging against your forearm, and you take a moment to lick her other nipple, her hand in your hair and then you're on your knees.

You look up at her, a question, and she laughs and moans and tells you, breathless, "Fuck yes," and then she's helping you pull her leggings down to her ankles.

Her panties aren't ones she usually picks out for sex, they're cotton and cover decidedly more skin than her sexy lingerie does, but it's pale gray, securely holds her entire load and stains beautifully, and you pin the waistband to her belly to pull it taut against her front, making her clit a tiny but obvious protrusion, an easy target, and you go in for the kill.

Your girlfriend loves it. You pride yourself in having studied her preferences in getting oral extensively, and you put it all to use now because she deserves nothing less, and your other hand is still at her ass, and you dare to squeeze her mess directly now, feel out the shape of it and she just moans harder, takes hold of your head and grinds into your face.

Her mess didn't quite make it to the front when she sat down in the car, but you have your hands on it and you can smell it all around you, mixing with her arousal, and she's wet like a fountain and your cock is pulsing painfully where it's still trapped in denim.

Your girlfriend very clearly isn't grossed out yet, so you take advantage and grab her mess in broad strokes, hold it and squeeze it and rub it in a bit, and you suck her clit as time becomes a theoretical concept again until she shouts your name and then she's coming, contractions evident against your hand on her stomach, with the way she jerks her hips, her pussy quivering against your mouth. You lick her through it, then regretfully let up on her ass to allow her to get her bearings, and then you're just sitting there staring up at her, out of your mind with how bad you need to come, right now.

It takes another breath or two, but then she's smirking down at you, and your heart kicks right back up.

"Come up here." You're there in a second, and she pulls you into a kiss, takes your hand to put it back over her ass. "Like that, don't you."

You nod breathlessly, and she pushes you just far enough away to get to your pants, pulling the zipper and peeling the fabric open. It's sticking a bit to your boxers, soaked in precome.

"Oh," she says, lightly teasing as she rubs her hand down your crotch, "you really like that. What a mess."

And that's it. It's a trigger word, making your brain spark and overload - and the connection is right there after all, in your hand, still warm and mushing perfectly - and you give in. Before you know it, you're coming, your girlfriend making a surprised noise and rubbing harder, and you jerk and jerk again, come dripping to the floor in fat globs.

You have to lean against the wall next to her when it finally ends, because your body feels like pudding, and you rest your forehead against her shoulder.

Your girlfriend laughs again, hand still on you cock. "Oh, I like that."

"Really?" you ask her, peering up from tired eyes, and she nods with a smile.

"Making a guy so desperate he can't hold it until he's out of his pants? Hell yes."

You smile too, relieved in more than one way, and relax back into the wall, just holding her now, the smell still all around you.

Your girlfriend keeps staring down your body. "Maybe our kinks are a bit alike in that way," she says after a while.

"Maybe," you agree after eying both your pants critically.

"We should do that again," she says, and your heart kicks straight back into overdrive for a second. She grins knowingly. "I think I’d like to see how you wear messy pants. But let's get cleaned up for now."

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[lovetowee]

Id do terrible things to a bad girl who shits her pants. No humans here. Only animals.

[lovetowee]

Oh Lord, please just let me cum!

[lovetowee]

Nothing slicker than a piss-wet pussy.

[lovetowee]

[lovetowee]

Mommy Knows Best (Pt. 1?)

- For a friend, per their request - @unpottytrainedtboy

By: MrMister

“I think you should wear one,” I said sternly looking at my girlfriend.

            “I’m fine. There will be no issues. I’m an adult. I do not need to wear one of those.” She was referring to the pack of diapers I held in my hand.

            “Well you’ve been having accidents lately, and I’d rather not risk it going to Tiff and Logan’s tonight.” Her cheeks flushed bright red as her eyes dropped to the floor. She knew I was right.

            “It hasn’t happened very often,” she protested in a pouty voice.

            “You’ve wet the bed three times. You’ve even had daytime wetting accidents. Twice, I believe, you wet your pants. Not to mention that one time you pooped yourself.”

            “It wasn’t my fault,” she mumbled sadly. Katie was my girlfriend. She was younger than me by two years. I was twenty-six and she was twenty-four. I was the one who ‘wore the pants’ in the relationship. Little did she know that her accidents were mainly due to my influence. I’ve always had a thing for humiliating others. And nothing brought someone lower than watching them have an accident in public. I had been slipping laxatives and diuretics into her food and drinks for the past few weeks. On top of that I did things like take her on long drives. Or I had even drugged her with sleeping pills so she wouldn’t wake up when she needed to, resulting in an accident. The more she started to believe it, the more she mentally began to lose control.

            We were going to our friend’s house for the evening for some drinks. She didn’t know that tonight she was going to have a major accident. I offered her a diaper so that she might have some dignity. Even if she steadfastly refused to wear the diaper tonight, she was having the accident one way or the other. She could have it in a diaper, or in her pants.

            I had been working on weakening her control slowly. I finally believed she was losing muscle strength in her bladder and bowels. In the beginning when I spiked her food and drink with laxatives she easily made it to the washroom in time. Now, she was barely making it. I did the laundry in our house and I could see the brown skid marks in her underwear as proof. Her bladder was in real bad shape, she was actually wetting the bed unassisted most times.

            “Look, I know it’s not your fault. But you’ll feel a lot better if you’re protected.”

            “But it’s crinkly, they’ll notice,” she whined.

            “I made sure to get the discreet kind. I promise no one will notice them.”

            “Please, I promise I’ll be good.”

            I knew she wouldn’t. “Last chance: if you have an accident would you rather you soak your pants, or have it hidden in a diaper? Then I can just come home and change you in secret. No one will know.”

            “Fine,” she said resigned. She knew who the boss was in our relationship.

            We had a few hours before we were going to head over. Only thing I had to make was dinner before we left. I was making Katie’s favorite: Chicken noodle soup and garlic bread – although her soup would have a little something extra in it. So we just hung out for the afternoon enjoying each other’s company. Soon the sun started to sink and I began dinner. It didn’t take too long before everything was ready. I poured the soup in bowls, and the garlic bread on two little plates. Then I added the special ingredients to her soup: a diuretic and a very strong laxative. I planned the doses so that hopefully they would take effect while we were at Tiffany and Logan’s.

            I walked out and gave her the food. “Thank you, my Love,” she said. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and went back into the kitchen to grab my own. We ate quietly and watched TV together. After we finished I gathered the dishes and told her to start getting ready.

            “Make sure your diaper is on,” I yelled as she headed to our room. “And make sure you go pee before we leave.”

            “I will,” she said annoyed. I was smiling to myself while I washed the dishes. Tonight was going to be so much fun. Katie really had no idea. Poor thing. Once done with the dishes I went upstairs to get ready. Katie was checking herself out in the mirror when I entered our room. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a nice red shirt. Her hair was shoulder length and auburn. She was so cute, I just wanted her to be my baby forever.

            “Can you tell I’m wearing a diaper?” she asked. I walked over and pulled her shirt up. I looked down at her butt and was genuinely surprised I couldn’t tell at all. That was excellent, she would feel more confident. I wrapped my arms around her from behind. I kissed the back of her neck. My hands played with the front of her jeans feeling the padding beneath that covered her. She moaned a little as I caressed her.

            “I cannot see anything, You will be fine. Plus,” I said letting go of her, “you said you’d be a big girl tonight. So it’s just a precaution.”

            “Yeah, I’m staying dry tonight.” I chuckled quietly to myself as I finished getting ready. Within the hour we were ready and in the car. The ride was only about fifteen minutes across town. So I started the engine and we were off.

            We had barely started our trip when I could see Katie slightly fidgeting out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t believe the diuretic was already taking effect. I watched her a little more before stirring the pot. “You okay, Darling?” She just stared out the window trying to hide from my question. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

            “Is there anywhere we can quickly stop?” she asked in a little voice.

            “Why?” I wanted to make her say it out loud.

            “I really, really, have to pee,” she whimpered.

            “I told you to go before we left.”

            “I did!” she turned to me protesting, “You know I went before we left.” It was true I had seen her go into the washroom. And I had heard her successfully go pee at home.

            “Well, we’re five minutes from Tiff’s place you can go when we get there.” She had no idea it was completely out of her control. She was noticeably squirming now. Her hands were jammed between her legs. Finally as we turned onto the right street I hear my favorite sound: a small whimper.

            “Oh no,” she whispered. I pulled into the driveway, and parked the car. I looked over at Katie whose head was hung low. I knew what was happening.

            “I knew the diaper was a good idea. Finish going pee, then we’ll go in.” I turned the car off so I could hear the faint hiss of urine as she finished. We sat quietly in the car for a few minutes.

            “Can I take it off?” she turned to look at me, her eyes wet with tears. I smiled reassuringly but ultimately said, no.

            “Melissa please,” she whined, “it’s all swollen they will see.” I reached over and felt the front of her pants.

            “I cannot feel anything,” I said, undoing my seat belt. “You’ll be fine. If that is the only accident tonight, no one will be able to tell.”

            “Please just let me take it off. I’ll be good, I promise.”

            “No, let’s go,” I said firmly. “You had an accident like a toddler and you can stay in it.” I got out of the car and she slowly followed me. I grabbed her hand as we walked to the front door. I rang the doorbell and whispered, “You’ll be fine, Love.” Tiffany answered the door and ushered us in.

            “Hey guys, so glad to see you,” she said hugging me. “Logan they’re here!” She gave Katie a hug too. We took our shoes off and followed her into the house. Tiffany wore a very attractive dress. She had tan skin and very dark hair. Katie was very cute and that’s why I loved her. Tiffany was like a model. She had big breasts and a well toned butt. But she wasn’t my type. She was just too sexy for my likings. I didn’t like strong women, like Tiff, I preferred the quiet ones like Katie whom I could control a little more easily. And it didn’t matter anyway because Tiffany was straight.

            The kitchen was loaded with snacks: meat, cheese and veggies. Logan and Tiff were well off so they always supplied everything when we came over to visit. I could see the TV room, the football game was on and Logan was standing in front watching.

            “Here,” Tiffany said handing us each a glass of wine. “Logan come say hello.” Katie and Tiff started up a conversation as Logan came over to me with a beer in one hand.

            “Hey Gals, how are things?”

            “Great,” I said happily, “Katie just got a promotion at her job.”

            “Oh that’s amazing!” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “Tiffany is still hunting for a better job.”

            “Oh my God,” Tiff spoke up, “I cannot stand working for my new boss, he’s such a dick. Ever since he started my whole job has just sucked.” We all just shot the shit for a while. We sipped our drinks, and snacked on snacks. Tiffany was my friend from High School. That is where she had met Logan. They had gotten married early and they’ve always done well for themselves. They were a bit basic in my opinion. They’re the type of people who think ‘Doggy Style’ was something that was hot and exciting. I was also pretty sure Logan had a crush on me. Even though he knew that I was playing for the other team.

            Eventually we started playing cards. Logan bounced between that and the football game. We all talked about our lives and caught up on all we had missed in the last few weeks. I kept feeding Katie drinks in the hope it would make her more forgetful. I stopped drinking because I said I had to drive, but that wasn’t the real reason. I wanted to be alert for when what I hoped would happen, happened.

            We snacking again and Tiff was telling me all about her horrible boss when Katie stood up and announced she was going to the washroom. I cut her off and kissed her quickly whispering, “Your diaper better stay on.” She nodded.

            She hugged me and said, “I’m just going pee, honest. I told you I would be okay.” I couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary and there were no wet spots on her pants from a second accident. Her bladder must not have been as weak as I hoped, much to my dismay. I went back and continued my conversation with Tiffany.

            In a few minutes Katie was back. She came over and stood by me. I wrapped my arms around her back. I looked like I just had my arm around her waist, but my fingers played with the waist of her jeans. Yes, I felt the diaper. She had not removed it. Not that I cared if she did, it would just be more of a mess in her pants. How silly of me, I thought rubbing her back now. She had nowhere to throw the diaper away. She had to keep it on. Katie poured herself another drink. Her cheeks were red since she was starting to get drunk.

            Logan’s football game finally ended and he came over to chat, his attention no longer divided. He told me about this idea he had for a business. It sounded similar to an idea I had. So we were talking avidly about that while Katie and Tiff were engrossed in a topic I couldn’t quite make out. I was watching Katie, lost in her conversation, and sipping her drink. Every now and then her hand casually moved over her tummy. The laxatives were having an effect, I thought happily to myself. I was hoping Katie was too distracted to notice her growing urge. Even if she slightly noticed the urge she had difficulty pooping at other people’s houses. So I bet she would try to stall as long as possible.

            Katie and Tiff came over, and all four of us were all eagerly chatting. I was contributing but I didn’t know what I said because I was watching and hoping.

            Then, mid conversation, it happened.

            Katie’s stomach and bowels made a loud, audible gurgle. She stopped talking as her eyes opened wide. The sounds from her were quite obvious and everyone had stopped talking now, in shock. We could hear wet, messy sounds as her bowels emptied themselves into her diaper. I could just imagine the warm mess spreading between her cheeks. I could tell she was trying to stop herself but the laxatives were too strong. And with a final bubbly, squish sound she was done. Silence and a smell began to waft around the kitchen. Katie’s eyes watered and she rushed off to the washroom, hiding her face.

            “Is she okay?” Tiff asked. Logan just looked disgusted.

            “I better go check,” I excused myself. I was probably the only person at the moment who was ecstatic. I was over the moon. Everything had gone perfectly. I could feel my panties getting damp with arousal. But I had to play this well. I needed to get her home and comfort her. When I was all she had, she would be my baby.

            I knocked on the door, “It’s me.” I could hear her crying as she unlocked the door. I got in, closed the door and gave her a hug. “It’s okay,” I soothed, “it’s okay. Just breathe.” She cried into my shoulder. I was so turned on. It was her embarrassment – plus the smell of her mess – really had me soaked. This wasn’t about me though, not yet at least.

            “Honey, I’m going to tell them you’re sick and not feeling well.” She rubbed some tears from her eyes, but nodded. “You stay here, and when I come back we’ll go right to the car. Okay?” She nodded again.

            I left the bathroom, once again closing the door behind me. Logan and Tiffany were whispering heatedly as I approached the kitchen. They stopped as I got near.

            “So is she okay?” Tiff asked again.

            “She’s not feeling well, maybe a little too much to drink,” I explained. “We’re just going to head home.”

            “I hope she feels better soon,” Tiff added. I could tell she didn’t care. Her and Logan were too normal to really be able to handle something like this.

            “Of course,” I said, “sorry. Thanks for the the great night. We’ll just let ourselves out.” With that I turned to go. Neither of them followed to see us out. I could make out Logan saying, “She shit her pants, that’s so gross.” It didn’t faze me; I had what I came for.

            I knocked on the bathroom door and ushered her out. She was still crying with her head hung low. Outside we went and got into the car. Tiff and Logan would probably never invite us back, but who needed Normies? Katie stood outside of the car with the door open, staring at the seat.

            “Come on Katie-bear, hop in.”

            “But, but,” she protested through tears.

            “it cannot get any worse, Honey. Just get in and get it over with. The sooner we’re home the sooner I can clean you up.” She slowly got in the car, trying to put as little weight as she could on the mess in her diaper. But it was a losing battle. She looked mortified as her dirty bum mush have squished all around her diaper. She started to cry again as soon as the door was closed. I pulled out of the driveway. The smell of her accident was very obvious in our small car.

            “Well, aren’t you glad you wore the diaper?”

            “I guess,” she sniffled.

            “At least your pants didn’t get ruined.”

            “But now Tiff and Logan think I’m a disgusting baby.”

            “No they don’t,” I reassured her.

            “Yes they do. Plus I smell gross and I feel gross. And I’m a grown woman who just shit her pants.” She continued crying and I loved every second of it. “I don’t even care anymore.” I didn’t quite know what she meant by that last comment, but soon in the passing street lights I could make out a dark spot growing on the front of her jeans. She was peeing again, and not even trying to hold it. The diaper was too full from her previous wetting and it had begun to leak. “Since everyone thinks I’m a baby, I’ll just potty in my pants like a baby.” I hoped she was serious, but she also was quite drunk, so maybe it was that. Either way whether she accepted it or not she was going to be using diapers the rest of her life.

            “Katie you’re beautiful and I love you. I’m always here for you. I don’t think you’re a baby. You’re strong, independent, and you’re my big girl. It’s okay to have accidents every now and again.”

            “Really?” she asked, her tears starting to finally dry.

            “Who cares if you shit yourself, it happens to the best of people.” She was quiet. “You don’t know this but Tiff wet herself at a party when we were sixteen. It can happen to anyone.”

            “Okay,” she mumbled, “I love you.” Her tears had dried and she just stared out the window. We got home and pulled into our driveway. I turned the car off and got out. Lucky for her it was dark, so even if our neighbors were out no one would be able to see anything. Katie got out of the car and slowly waddled to the front door. I could tell she did not like the feeling of her dirty bum.

            “Wait for me upstairs,” I commanded. She knew where to go to get changed. This obviously wasn’t the first time.

            Alright, I thought to myself, time to take this thing home! I went to the covered where I had hid a few things for a moment like this. I removed them from their packaging and got everything ready before I heading upstairs and dealing with my very wet, very messy baby girl.

            I set the items down where she couldn’t see. I grabbed the wipes, baby powder, and a fresh diaper. She was already laying on the floor with her clothes off. I had trained her well.

            “You had some trouble tonight, Sweetie. So we’re going to put you in another diaper for bed.” She didn’t fight me this time, she just looked at me and nodded. I undid the sides of her diaper and opened it up. Her whole bum was covered in poop. The whole diaper was a wet, brown mess. Her perfectly shaved vagina was also covered from when she had sat on her dirty bum. She really looked like a two-year-old who had just had a blowout. Her hands covered her face in embarrassment. As if hiding would make the mess and shame disappear.

            “At least your tummy is happy now, with all that yuck out,” I reassured as I pat her belly gently. “It would have been all over your nice panties if you weren’t in diapers. Then you’d feel really little.” I grabbed some wipes and started to get to work. I began with her butt cheeks that were caked in warm poop. I wiped and wiped and slowly her cheeks were white once more. I was cleaning her little butt hole when she started to whimper.

            “Mel,” she said in a tiny voice.

            “Yes, Honey,” I said. My hand stopped cleaning her.

            “My tummy is grumbly again.” Her eyes were wet with tears again.

            “You have to potty again?” She nodded. “Okay,” I said and quickly slipped a fresh diaper under her partially cleaned bum and taped it up. “Mommy is here, you get all the yuckies out.”

            “Okay, Mommy,” she responded. She stopped looking at me and turned to face the wall. I was happy these laxatives were still doing their job. I hadn’t even finished cleaning the first mess and she was about to go for round two! Before she started her business I walked over and grabbed one of the items from the table. I walked back over and popped the pacifier into her mouth. She took it without protest and began to suck on it quietly. Through the sucking I could hear her pushing as she wetly went potty into her fresh diaper. I watched it bulge out as her bubbly, farty mess poured out of her. I just wanted to stick my face down there. It sounded like another soft mess. A couple more pushes and some noise between her legs, and she must have finally finished.

            “All done,” she said sounding childish talking with a soother in her mouth.

            “For sure this time?” I asked in my stern Mommy voice. “Don’t have to pee again?” she shook her head. “And no more poops?” Head shake again. “Okay,” I said, “I’ll clean you up. Just enjoy your pacifier.”

            So once again I undid her diaper. Her mess was a lot creamier and it smelled very bad this time around, not that I wasn’t turned on. Katie was holding her nose as I started to clean her butt cheeks again. I got her pale cheeks nice and clean for the second time. I made sure in between the cheeks and her butt hole were spotless. Finally I cleaned up her vagina, making sure to clean her well to avoid infections. After I was done I gently teased her pussy lips. She moaned softly as I touched her. Then, before things got too out of hand, I covered her in baby powder and taped a new diaper on her.

            “Go get your onesie on, please.” Katie got up, still sucking her soother, and grabbed an orange fox onesie from the closet. She put it on and got in bed. She knew the drill. I brought the other item I had prepared over: a bottle of milk. I took the pacifier out of her mouth and she looked upset. I quickly handed her the bottle and she eagerly started drinking it. She closed her eyes.

            “Sleep tight, Angel,” I said kissing her forehead.

            “Good night, Mommy,” she said quietly. And I left her to sleep. I hoped she was embracing this lifestyle, and it wasn’t still the booze talking. Either way she was mine. I had spiked the milk with a sleeping pill, another light diuretic, and a basic laxative. She would have no idea. Hopefully she would wake up wet and messy. Then we could do this all again tomorrow.

            I smiled to myself, Mommy always got what she wanted.

[lovetowee]

KRISTEN - PART I

By: MrMister

It was a hot day in the summer. I didn’t have to be at work, and College was finished until the Fall. The day was mine. So I picked up my phone and gave my friend a call. She picked up on the third ring.

“Hey Jack,” she answered, her voice was cute and she always sounded happy and bubbly. “Isn’t it a bit early to be calling?” she continued with a yawn.

“Last I checked, 8am is regular people time,” I said with a chuckle. “It’s Friday and I have nothing to do.”

“So,” she said.

“So,” I responded, “the day is wasting. Come over and play some video games. We can game all day.” There was silence as I could almost hear her thinking: stay in bed, or get dressed?

“I’ll make tacos for dinner?” I offered.

“Well why didn’t you lead with that,” she said, finally deciding. She was a taco fiend. “Alright I’ll be there in an hour. I’m going to shower then I’ll hop on a bus.”

“Alright, Kristen,” I answered smiling, “see you then.” I hung up the phone and headed to the kitchen to make some sort of breakfast.

Kristen has been my best friend since I could remember. We had grown up together in the same small neighborhood. I was twenty-four and she was twenty-one. I had moved away to College about three years ago. I had found an apartment and had begun renting in the city. I was quite happy to be away from my small town. Kristen followed me to the same College, when she finished High School. The only difference is I was studying Psychology, and she was studying to be a Civil Engineer. It was nice living so close to her, at least she was a familiar face.

I opened my freezer and grabber the opened box of waffles. I opened the packaging and took two waffles out, popping them into the toaster. I placed the box back in the freezer shutting the door firmly. Kristen was only half an hour away by bus, so we spent a lot of our free time together. We usually hung out at my apartment because it was bigger, and she lived on Campus and had roommates. She was my best friend, and I secretly had a crush on her. Our simple friendship, over the last few years had grown into something more – at least for me. I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship, so I never had the courage to take the next step. And of late it was getting harder to resist the urge. I was beginning to notice things about her that I never really cared for before: her smell, how she dressed, her hair in the sunlight; my heart started to race whenever we hung out.

The toaster popped snapping me out of my deep thoughts. I took them out and put them on a plate. I spread some butter, and drizzled some syrup and sat down to eat. What a great, healthy breakfast, I thought to myself as my mind drifted back to Kristen. What made things even harder was that we didn’t have many boundaries in our relationship. We had been together since we were younger, since before the difference between boys and girls had been apparent. There wasn’t much we hadn’t seen, or kept hidden from each other. Things like after showering she would walk around naked. She would burp and fart around me, which she never did around her other girlfriends. It was getting harder to hide my feelings, and to hide… other things… when she was being herself around me. It was like we were already dating. So, I wasn’t sure why I was afraid to try advancing our relationship to the next level.

I finished my crunchy waffles in silence enjoying how the morning sunlight shone through my kitchen window. I put the plate in the sink, and headed to the washroom to take a shower. I turned on the faucet and let the water heat up. I remembered the last time Kristen had been here, we were in a hurry to catch a movie together so we decided to hop in the shower at the same time. It’s not like it was the first time I had seen her naked… but in the warm, her skin glistening she was gorgeous. I remember smelling her as I helped wash her back. As I had turned and she washed my back I wasn’t sure how I kept my boner hidden, but if she saw she had not reacted. Just seeing her skin all wet as it went down to the ultimate smoothness between her legs…

I caught myself and looked down, erect again. I could hear the shower roaring as my mind cleared and reality set in. I just looked down at my throbbing nakedness, as my mind kept trying to drift back to Kristen.

“Ah Fuck it!” I said aloud. Might as well jerk off now, maybe it would keep my mind on the right path when Kristen arrived. I wrapped my hand around the shaft of my penis. I allowed my mind to return to the shower scene, as my hand moved back and forth.

We were wet in the shower, and she turned to face me. One hand was raised to her small wet breasts, teasing them. The other hand slowly arrived at the smooth, wet lips between her legs. She played with herself, a soft moan escaping her lips.

I stroked harder, and harder.

Her body got into the motion, thrusting, thirty for her eager fingers. She was whimpering now as her fingers were deep inside her.

My hand was moving with a mind of its own.

Her body was trembling as she was practically screaming. Her hands were so deep inside that…

Explosions! I came in my hand, panting like an animal. Oh my God, I thought, that felt amazing. Once the pleasure started to leave my body I stepped into the shower, dumping my semen on the shower floor to wash away.

My shower was uneventful now that my mind was clear. It was a double-edged sword being a guy. I could be revving my engine at 110, like before the shower. As soon as I cum, the desire flies out the window. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about being horny when she arrived. We could just play our games, and have some tacos later. We knew everything about each other. Well almost everything. There was something Kristen didn’t know about me. I kind of wanted her to find out, I just wasn’t sure if she would look at me the same afterwards.

Suddenly the door buzzer went off, jarring me from my thoughts. I quickly finished getting dressed, then headed to the front door. I already knew who it was. I didn’t have many local friends besides Kristen.

“It is so hot already,” she whined, wiping sweat from her forehead. “It’s barely after nine o’clock. By noon it’s going it be a sauna.” She was amazing standing there in the golden sunlight. Little droplets of sweat glistened, giving her skin a beautiful sheen. She was only 5’5”, so she was fairly tiny. Her body was small, even though she was twenty-one going on twenty-two, she appeared younger. Her tiny little breasts made themselves known under a sweat dampened white tank top. I could just make out the pinkness of her bra underneath. She wore a pair of black Lulu Lemons that were skin tight. I could just make out the mound of her vagina standing out against the skinniness of her legs. Her hair was short-cropped, almost boyish, and she had the bluest eyes.

“Can I come in, Mr. Door Guard?” she pushed past me. “Give me some of that AC. Oh God, yes!”I closed the door as she fiddles with the thermostat, further lowering the temperature. I noticed that her pants did a really good job of showing off her cute little butt cheeks. “I’m so excited, come on,” she said hopping up and down, “the day is wasting like you said.”

“Alright, alright, settle down. We’ll get to it.”

“I can feel it. Today we’re going to make some good progress.” She was referring to the game we had started together one of the last times she was over. The game was, ‘The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom’. We were both huge Zelda fans, and when this game came out I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to explore it with her.

She walked over to the TV and started turning everything on that we needed. When that was all done she made her way over to the couch. I moved and sat down beside her. She offered me the controller when the game was loaded. Press A, flashed in front of me.

“No, you can start,” I said. She eagerly pressed start and loaded up our file. As I watched her play I noticed how nice she smelled. It wasn’t a strong female smell. She wasn’t mature enough for perfume yet. Instead, it was a nice girl smell: freshly showered, with a light lavender deodorant after thought. She was so cute, smiling like a goof playing the game. My heart was mush in my chest.

The morning went as casual as it always did. We took turns back and forth, exploring anything new we came across. If she was stuck on anything I helped her out. She clearly enjoyed the game more than me, but I seemed to be more skilled. It was around 11:30 that I decided it was time to get our responsibilities out of the way.

“Hey, we should pop down to the store soon if you want tacos,” I explained. “I have to pick up a few ingredients I’m missing. Plus we can pick something out to have for lunch together, I don’t have much here.” As if on cue her stomach grumbled, “and it sounds like you could eat,” I laughed.

“Shut up,” she said, her cheeks coloring in slight embarrassment, “I didn’t have breakfast. Are you sure I cannot just stay here in the AC?”

“No,” I responded, “you need to work for your food. It’s only ten minutes away, it won’t take that long. Come keep me company.”

“Please, can’t I stay?” she begged her eyes all big and wet, her lips in a theatrical pout.

“It won’t be so bad! Plus you can pick what we have for lunch.”

“Okay,” she said in mock sadness. She paused the game and stood up, stretching her arms to the ceiling. Her cute little tummy bulged as she arched her back. “I’m going to run to the washroom, want to grab me a water bottle for the walk?”

“Of course,” I winked as she headed away. The bathroom was fairly close to the kitchen, I followed her heading to the fridge as she closed the door to the bathroom. I closed the fridge door after grabbing a water from the back. Through the bathroom door I could hear the sound of Kristen peeing. The spray, splashing sound that girl’s made as they went. My mind drifted to her sweet vagina lips, dripping with that warm golden piss…

I shook my head disrupting my sick thoughts before I could pitch a tent down below. Still, my mind wandered, I bet from a girl as cute as Kristen, her pee tasted sweet. Quickly, I moved out of the kitchen and waited by the front door, hoping to keep my mind out of the gutter. She was peeing, liquid waste, why was it exciting me?

The toilet flushed, hands were washed, and then the door flew open. As she came out the kitchen I threw the water bottle at her, gently. She caught it awkwardly with a, “Hey!” I laughed and put my shoes on. She came over and slipped on her flip-slops.

“Come on, Kiddo,” I held the door for her and soon we were both off, sweating in the hot July weather. “You were absolutely right, it is too hot out today.”

“I told you, that’s why I wanted to stay in the AC!”

“Well we can head back if you’d like,” I joked, “just there will be no tacos then.”

She grabbed my hand and started to swing it back and forth dramatically. “In Mexico it is always this hot. And they eat tacos all the time. If they can do it, so can we,” she explained. The heat made the ten minute walk feel so much longer than it was. But soon we arrived at the air conditioned grocery store. We went around and I grabbed the things I was missing in order to make tacos: salsa, lettuce, and tortillas. Now it was time to solve the problem of lunch.

“So Kristen, what should we do for lunch? Pick anything you want.”

“Anything?” she asked, her eyes shining brightly.

“Yes, whatever you want. Go grab it.” Off she went. I stood by the checkout line waiting for her to return. Soon she returned holding a little blue box.

“KD, for real?” she nodded her head eagerly. “You can have anything for lunch and you choose Kraft Dinner?” She was such a child some times. But I shrugged and took it from her. She clapped happily as we entered the checkout line. I paid for everything then we made our way back through the head to my refreshing apartment. As soon as I got the door open we both rushed in and collapsed on the couch, deeply breathing in the cool air.

“Now that we’ve cooled off why don’t you resume the game,” I suggested, “and I will start making lunch?” She nodded in agreement and we did just that. I got the water boiling. I then added the noodles once the water was sufficiently heated. I could hear Kristen yelling at the TV from the other room, she must be stuck on a hard enemy, I thought. “You okay in there?” I asked, stirring the noodles.

“Yeah I just have to –” I didn’t catch the end of what she said, but she was having fun and that’s all that mattered. I finished off lunch and spooned it into two spate bowls of equal size. “Ketchup?”I yelled to the other room.

“Yes!” Which I knew was coming. She always had some ketchup on her Kraft Dinner. I squirted some onto her bowl with a loud ketchup fart, and then returned the bottle to the fridge. I picked up the bowls and walked over to her, handing her the one with red on top.

“Thank you,” she said mixing her KD happily. She paused the game and set the controller on the floor. “Want to watch something while we eat?”

“Yes, that sounds nice,” I grabbed the remote and changed the input.

Netflix came up on the screen. I put on a random show that we both enjoyed and we ate in silence, enjoying the cartoons. She moaned after her first bite, “Jack, KD is the best. But it’s even better when you make it.” She spooned more into her waiting mouth.

“I just follow the instructions,” I explained, “I don’t do anything special.”

“Well whatever you do, just make KD for me forever.” We continued to watch TV chatting lightly back and forth. About halfway I got up and grabbed us each something to drink. Lunch was fairly uneventful, and now that I had let Kristen play for most of the morning, it was my turn and I really wanted to sink my teeth into it.

Kristen liked watching as much as she liked playing. So we explored and had fun discovering new things. As I played more and more, she was becoming quieter which was weird. Kristen was always energetic, and easily excitable. I didn’t put too much thought into it though, maybe she was just lost in the game, I know I was. Then I started to notice a light smell of eggs. As I continued to play I kept noticing the smell, stronger. “Kristen, did you fart?” I asked playfully, we didn’t hide anything from each other.

Her cheeks burned a little red, she responded a little strained, “Yes I’m sorry, my tummy really hurts. I’m not sure the KD is agreeing with me.”

“No worries, I was just curious. Didn’t mean to pry,” and I focused back on the bright graphics of the game. I offered her the controller in the hopes that maybe it would take her mind off her upset stomach. But while playing her hand kept drifting to her midsection, and I could smell the stink of her farts. Soon she stopped playing all together and was groaning a bit.

“You okay, Kristen?”

“Yeah,” she said looking at me. “It just doesn’t feel great.”

“Do you maybe have to use the washroom?”

“No, I don’t feel like it would come out yet. Plus,” she looked longingly at the TV, “I want to keep playing, we’re almost at the next dungeon.”

“But you’re in pain, I feel bad.”

“Maybe it will pass,” she let out another stinky little fart.

I don’t know why my brain went where it did, but I took a chance. A chance I didn’t know I even wanted to take. It just sort of came out. “Why don’t you just sit here and keep playing?”

“That’s what I’m going to do,” she responded, rubbing her tummy again.

“No, no,” I started, she didn’t understand my meaning. I’m not even sure I knew what I wanted, but I continued, “You’re in pain and you need relief. So just sit here and keep playing the game and keep… trying to go,” I trailed off a bit at the end, my face felt hot.

She paused the game and looked at me her cheeks a hot scarlet. “You want me to,” she stumbled on her words a bit, “go, in my pants?” I nodded, doing my best to keep looking her in the eyes, although I just wanted to hide in shame. “I’m twenty-one I haven’t had an accident since I was a baby.”

“I just meant that you’re enjoying the game and if your stomach won’t let you go, why wait around and play Toilet Tag?” She sat quiet for a bit. I bet she was going to tell me how absolutely disgusting I was.

Truth be told, I had always had these fantasies. Fantasies that when it came to Kristen I desired even more than I knew I needed. I had imagined her peeing in front of me, or pooping in her pants; or even persuading her to let me put her cute little body into a pair of Pampers. I just wanted to change her. I wanted to take care of her, love her, and quite frankly: fill her with my cum.

So the silence dragged for a bit as I waited for her to tell me off. All she asked, breaking the silence, was, “What about my clothes, and what about the… cleanup?” I was shocked she seemed to be considering it.

“Leave it all to me. I can wash your clothes,” I assured her, my hopes desperate. “I will clean up any mess you make. I’ll take care of you. I just want you to be okay.”

“So if I,” she swallowed nervously, “if I crap myself, you will clean me up?” She looked me in the eyes and looked more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen her.

“Of course,” I said touching her arm reassuringly. “I just want you to be happy. I think this would be kind of fun.” She turned away and unpaused the game.

“I’m not saying I’m going, but we’ll see how I feel,” she sounded more like her normal self as our video game adventure resumed its normal course. I was okay with a maybe. At least we had talked about it and she didn’t seem too turned off. I tried to focus on the game and not on my erection pressing painfully against the material of my shorts. Recent events and the smells of her occasional farts were turning me on and making it hard to concentrate.

For a bit we just focused on the game. We took more frequent turns so she could relax her stomach. I started to notice her body language out of the corner of my eye. She seemed to be pushing and straining more actively. I was getting super excited, the possibilities inching their way a little more towards becoming real. I tried to give her the controller as often as I could. This allowed me to watch her a little more carefully. She was really trying to go in her pants, I was shocked! I thought I had no chance. I could tell though she was still trying to hide the fact that she was trying to poop her pants, like she didn’t want me to know. Who knows, maybe once she got up the urge to go she would change her mind and just head to the washroom like an adult. The smell of farts had died down, and her hands didn’t touch her belly all that much. I was worried, but relieved, that maybe the cramps had passed her. But despite all this her straining was getting more obvious like she wasn’t trying to hide it as much.

“You doing okay?” I risked asking.

“Yeah,” she mumbled, “feeling a little better.” And I left it at that. She seemed to get quiet and lost in the game. She gave a little push, this time I could hear a loud fart erupt from between her butt cheeks. She quickly handed the controller to me and her hands went to her stomach. “Your turn,” she said. I played not focused on the game, I just watched her out of the corner of my eye.

She pushed again and moaned, “Oh no.” I heard her stomach gurgle a bit. She closed her eyes and gave another little push. “Oh!” she exclaimed her eyes opening, still pushing. “I’m going in my pants,” she mumbled. I could hear wet noises coming from her butt. She stopped for a bit as I began to smell the aroma of her mess. “I just pooped in my pants a bit. I just crapped myself,” she laughed nervously and brushed her hair behind her ears.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she said, “I just have to go more.” She closed her eyes and started to push more. More came out of her as she moaned in relief, her but making bubbly farting sound as she sat beside me filling her pants. As she finished up she lifted her butt slightly off the couch to allow the last of the mess to slide in. She let out a breath and said, “I cannot believe I just shit myself like a toddler.”

“It wasn’t so bad, right?”

“No, it wasn’t,” said while pausing the game. She put the controller down. “And I feel a lot better. How much of a mess did I make?” She stood up and showed me her behind. Her once tight pants now had a noticeable bulge in the back. I really wanted to touch it.

“You did a real good job,” I laughed.

“It feels a little gross and the smell…”

“I don’t mind,” I said quickly. “It’s kind of hot. My little stinker.”

“You like this smell?”

“Well,” I explained, still staring at the bulge in her pants. “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s just kind of sexy. It does stink, but it’s also an exciting stink.”

“I feel relieved. My tummy was really hurting.”

“You you really had to go.”

“I would like to play a little more before you change me,” she said mischievously. She turned to look me in the eyes. “I also kind of have to pee, can I…?”

“Yeah!” I said eagerly. “You want to pee your pants too? Let me just get a towel quick.” She nodded and I headed to the bathroom. I grabbed a towel and quickly headed back.

“You enjoy this, I see,” she said with a giggle. She was pointing at my very obvious erection as I re-entered the room. Now it was my turn for my cheeks to flush red. I said nothing and laid the towel at her feet. She stepped on it and I stood back and waited.

“You’re going to just stand there and watch me, you Perv,” she said closing her eyes. She was trying to concentrate, I guessed.

“It’s just not every day I get to witness something so… hot,” I stammered. Kristen had me all flustered; my mind was going a mile a minute. We stood in silence for a bit, the hum of the TV the only sound. I just watched and listened, not wanting to miss a moment.

Then the show started slowly. It was hard to make out the wet spot as it started to form since her pants were black. I could hear a light noise like a hiss coming from her legs. Then as the dark spot started being more noticeable the sound became louder and more obvious. As her adult bladder emptied itself the wetness trickled down her slender legs into the towel below. She moaned softly in relief as the hissing sound slowly died down. Her hand subconsciously drifted to her damp crotch and started to gently massage.

“Feel better?”

“Have you always like this sort of thing?” she asked ignoring my question.

“Yes, it is a very big turn on for me,” I responded my cheeks burning.

“All these years I’ve known you and you never wanted to tell me?”

“I thought you’d find me gross. Or that you’d tell someone and I’d get in trouble..”

“That’s too bad,” she responded smiling. “Peeing myself really turns me on too. Maybe we could have had a little fun over the years.” She moved over to the couch and gingerly sat down. She gasped slightly as she sat on her poopy bum. “It feels so nice and warm,” she giggled wiggling slightly back and forth, moving her mess around. “Let’s continue gaming for a bit my tummy is starting to feel upset again. That is,” she turned to look at me, “if you don’t mind me make more of a mess in my pants?”

I smiled and rubbed her head, sitting on the couch beside her. “When you’re finished going potty, I will clean you all up.” She smiled and unpaused the game. We were back on our adventure like nothing had even happened. And you wouldn’t even be able to tell with her dark pants. The only thing that gave away what she had done was the lingering smell.

She continued to play for about fifteen minutes before finally handing the controller over to me. She started to let out little farts again. They sounded wet as they bubbled their way up through the mess already in her panties.

“It’s so nice not having to get up and use the toilet,” she said. “I want to do this more often.” She let out another little fart. I was so absolutely in love with this girl. Everything about her was cute and sexy.

I got into a fight with a large boss enemy. This was a huge relief to my throbbing boner. I was happy to have my mind distracted from the cute girl filling her pants beside me. Around halfway in the fight I hear her mumble, “Oh, here comes some more.” She crossed her arms over her stomach and started to push. My mind left the game far behind and all my attention was on Kristen. She groaned as wet noises came from her behind.

“It is so wet this time. I feel like I’m peeing from my bum.” She kept making cute little grunts as she soiled herself further. “Oh God!” she leapt off the couch. “I think some just shot up my back. And it’s definitely running down my legs.” She turned a little and sure enough the bottom of her tank top was stained a light brown. She gave a final push and heard the last of her mess enter her pants.

“That felt so good, what a relief,” she moaned. She stood their bow-legged trying her best to keep the wet mess in her panties. But it wasn’t working. I could see streaks of mess running down her legs. The smell was worse, but I still loved every second of it. I took a deep breath and just enjoyed the fact that this cute little girl had just filled her pants with hot shit for me.

“Okay, now I need to be changed,” she laughed. “I’m covered in poop from front to back. I’m pretty sure my vagina is covered too.” That was such a thought hot: her shit covered vagina. I couldn’t believe that after that show I would also get to change her and see her naked.

“How did all that fit inside you, you’re so tiny,” I teased. “You had quite the blowout, Little One.” Her cheeks were beet red as she turned to head to the bathroom.

“Okay come clean me up. It’s starting to get cold.” She looked like such a toddler waddling to the washroom with a full diaper.

“I’ll quickly grab you a change of clothes,” I said. I grabbed her a t-shirt, pair of shorts, and a smaller pair of boxers I had outgrown. I made my way to the washroom where she waited a huge smile on her face, checking out the damage in the mirror.

“I love you,” I said. She looks at me and grins. “Could we…?” I trailed off afraid to ask my next question. But she had just pooped her pants for me, I could ask. “Do you think we could have sex?” She just looked at me. “After I clean you up first,” I added hastily.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said casually. “Now clean my pussy up I don’t want to get an infection. Nothing would please me more, I thought to myself. I grabbed some wet wipes from under the sink. I also laid a dark towel on the floor in case of any mess. The whole washroom smelled of her mess and old piss. I loved it. I knelt in front of her and grabbed the tops of her waistband.

“First I’m going to remove your pants,” she nodded her agreement. I pulled them down slowly. Her face was red and her hands covered her face slightly in embarrassment. I peeled off her pants slowly they were slick with poop. I lowered them to the ground and she stepped out of them. I set them off to the side, they could be salvaged I would wash them.

I took her in for a second and enjoyed the view. She stood in front of me – my head at crotch height – her long slender legs had streaks of brown where her mess had trickled down. She wore no socks so her cute little toes wiggled awkwardly. She had the cutest pair of panties. They were – originally – a light baby blue with kiddy cartoons on them. Now the mound of her vagina was a dark blue and everything was stained a yellowish brown.

“I was going to wash your pants and shirt, I think they can be saved,” I explained. “But I don’t think these undies can be saved.” She giggled and turned to show me the back. They were no longer blue. The space in between her butt cheeks was packed with poop. The top of her waistband was overflowing, and same with the leg holes.

“Go ahead just thrown them out,” she said casually.

“I still don’t know how that much could be inside you.” She just laughed as her cheeks flushed. My hand reached out and touched the wet mound of her vagina; it felt hot. Without a second thought my head moved forward.

“Hey!” My face was buried between her legs, my nose in her vagina. I took a deep breath and smelled her. She actually pushed my head in deeper her hips arching slightly forward. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned. I could smell it all, I wanted her so bad. I could smell the stink of her poop mingled and mixed with the sweet smell of piss. Underneath it all I could smell her female smell. I just wanted to be inside her. I was at peace my face buried between her legs.

“Alright,” she cooed, “you’ll have plenty of time with it after.” She was right, I needed to clean her up first. I grabbed the sides of her underwear and started to pull them down. They were stuck to her bum but I gently pulled and they slowly slid down. I tried to keep the mess from touching her legs as I lowered her panties to the floor. They were surprisingly heavy with the poop. Stepped out of one leg first, then the second leg. I started at the ruined panties in my hand before quickly throwing them out.

In front of me was the most beautiful sight: a tiny, petite female stood in front of me, her knees cocked inward as if trying to cover up her nakedness. She quickly took her shirt off and threw them on top of her pants to be washed. She tried to keep her hands at her sides while I looked but she kept fidgeting. It was strange she was never nervous around me naked.

Her body was beautiful. She had beautiful smooth skin. She had two little mounds that were her breasts; cute little things. I kept looking down past her smooth stomach down into the pelvic region. Her vagina was as cute as she was, shaved and perfect. The bottom half of it was sticky with poop. She was perfect. Her vagina lips glistened wetly either from her pee earlier, or her arousal.

“Turn around,” I said, “I want to see your dirty bum.” She giggled as she twirled. Her once tight white butt cheeks were caked in poop. She stank, but it was so intoxicating.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I said. She turned back around.

“Even after I just shit myself?”

“Especially because of that.” I smiled. I’m glad she was enjoying this. “Alright lay down on this towel.” She did so slowly trying not to dirty the towel with her poop. Soon she was laying in front of me like a baby on a changing table. I grabbed some wipes and took her legs in one hand. And I started to clean my best friends butt and vagina. It was hard resisting the urge to just plunge my fingers between her legs. When I was sure she was spotless I threw out all the cleaning material I had used. “There, all done.”

“Thank you,” she said. “Now you’ve been patient,” she spread her legs more revealing the pinkness of her inner vagina, “time for you to play a new game.” Her vagina looked so wet and my dick was so hard. I quickly whipped my pants and underwear off. I hovered just before entering, her vagina scents filling my nose.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked.

“Just hurry,” she moaned, “before I have to finger myself. I cannot wait.” She squirmed on the towel. I couldn’t wait any more. I shoved myself inside her. Her vagina was warm and moist, and it squeezed my penis just right.

“Oh God,” I moaned, “I’m sorry after everything today I’m…. I’m not going to last long.” I was panting, but I couldn’t stop moving in and out. “Your vagina just feels too good.”

“Just shut up and come,” she growled. I was so close too. I could feel the telltale signs of an orgasm building. My brain took over and my hand moved between her legs. While I was thrusting I pushed my index finger into her butthole. Her anus was still a little slick with poop so it slid in easily. Kristen let out the cutest little scream. I fucked her ass as I fucked her pussy. I could feel my dick moving back and forth with my finger. Just as my climax arrived I pulled my finger out of her bum and inhaled the smell of her butthole. God, I loved that smell. Then I just filled her little body up with cum. I couldn’t stop, it just kept pumping into her. I thought I would tear right through her. I just sat there motionless with my dick pulsating inside her. Waves of pleasure rocked my brain.

“That. Was. Amazing,” she said.

“Yeah,” I managed to get out between breaths.

“But we’re not done yet. Almost,” and before I could think she pushed me backwards and got on top of me with my dick still in her. She started to slowly ride me while playing with her little nipples. She went up and down slowly. I could feel my semen leaking out of her onto me. We just laid there for a bit her going up and down. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure. Soon she slowed down to a complete stop and was just sitting on me. Soon, I felt warmth spread all over me and I heard the hiss of urine. I opened my eyes and she was playing with one breast she whimpered as she finished her business on me.

Finally, after she finished peeing she got off of me. “Sorry,” she said, “I really had to pee again.” I stood up and kissed her; I mean really kissed her.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long,” I said.

“I know,” she winked. “I cannot believe it took you so long. Today was fun.”

“Yes,” I said happily. “Maybe you’d like to try diapers in the future?” Her eyes lit up.

“That sounds like something fun to try. Although doing it in my pants felt really naughty.”

“Well,” I said, “Let’s play some more Zelda. I’ll make some tacos later and who knows maybe your tummy will act up again.”

“We’ll see,” she laughed. She let out a cute little fart. “Oops, ‘scuse me.”

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I made a big poopie in my panties thanks to roll playing.

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Charmant !

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Laying in bed with my gf tonight and let’s just say, we both made it extra warm tonight 😉 and maybe a little stinky as well.

Shortly after we got into bed, I got a small cramp and I said “babe I think I got to poop”. Then as I tossed over, and was about to get up, when I felt a rumble and began to feel it come out. So I layed back down in bed, and said “babe I’m just going here” and I began to poop in my boxers. As I laid there, I could feel a big log begin to push its way out. I layed there grunting and pushing as the first log settled into my boxers and the second one started coming out.

I was cuddling with my gf while I was pooping and we all know what happens when you poop... I was wearing a pair of green Stafford boxers and my gf was wearing a pair of yellow Hanes bikini style panties and an old High School t-shirt. After the first log settled, I started peeing. I had my cock up agsinst her butt so while I was peeing, her butt got warm and wet. She said “wow I guess you really are going haha”

After I finished peeing, I continued to keep pushing my second log into my pants. After about 5 minutes, it was all done and I had a full days load in my pants, as well as a full bladder of pee.

It turns my gf on when her or I go in our pants, so once I finished, I slipped my hand down the front of those yellow panties to find her wet, turned on, freshly shaven pussy. I began to finger her while I was now slowing rubbing my cock up against the back of her panties. While I was fingering her, she got really really wet and turned on. I asked her if she wanted to have sex and she said yeah. So , I proceeded to stick my dick out the flap of my pee and poop filled boxers and began to stick it in her wet and tight pussy. We began to have sex when I felt something down there. The next thing I know, my girlfriend moaning and in mid stream while we’re having sex! This really turned me on and before she was done peeing, I had filled her with cum.

After I came inside of her, I pulled out, peed a little more in my boxers and was getting ready to go change out of my boxers when she got on top of me. She then began to grind her wet panties on my wet boxers and began to moan again. After we did that for a little, she began to get horny again, so I stuck my dick back in her now extremely cummy pussy. We had sex again and about half way through, she sat down on my cock and began to grunt. I asked “babe are you pooping?” Then I felt something settle into the back of her panties and she began to Bounce up and down on my cock again.

While she was riding my cock, she began to pee again, this time on my boxers. After a few minutes I came again, this time, I pulled on and came on her poop stained yellow panties. We then made out for a little, we both peed once again and we changed. We desheetsed the bed and took the towels out and put new sheets and underwear on (I put on a pair of light blue American Eagle boxers with a hole in the crotch and she put on a pair of Arie navy tribal print panties with navy blue lace around the top and legs) and were about to go to bed!

Goodnight everyone! Hope you enjoyed!

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When you and your partner are doing something and they have to stop to go potty.

"Just do it here no need to pause"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah ill clean you up. Lets keep playing"

*Goes in their pants*