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I had a dream I was watching a movie about cavemen.  Not like Flintstones or Year One, but something realistic (or at least I thought it was realistic when I was dreaming).  It took place in a barren rocky desert, but there were woolly mammoths as if it were the Ice Age.

The main character was a cavewoman.  She badly needed to empty her bowels but couldn't let herself for some reason.  There was a long and dramatic scene where she was part of a hunting party that killed a mammoth.  They knew where to find it because one member of their tribe went into a weird fit and had a vision.  There was a bone pointing a certain direction that was supposed to signal the tribespeople who were part of the hunt, but they also had to spread around decoy bones pointing other directions to prevent a rival tribe from getting a jump on their mammoth.

When the mammoth was in its death throes it unleashed a massive load of droppings.  When the woman saw that, she had a pained expression and held her lower abdomen.  She continued to hold her burden inside.  I don't think I ever saw her relieve herself.

Still no entries?  Maybe I should throw something together.

I had a dream last night about a ballet performance and what happened afterward.  It was like I was there among the characters, but at the same time it was like everything was a recording with a narrator.  After the ballet was done, the performers were going to talk to a classroom about ballet.  About half a dozen ballerinas still in their ballet outfits got caught on the landing of a big staircase at the school in between classes.  There were so many students going up and down the stairs that they decided to wait a moment for the flood to die down. 

One of them was holding in gas.  She closed her eyes, spread her cheeks, and tried to let it out silently.  She failed.  The noise was obvious even over the crowd noise, the awful smell instantly filled the area, and something more than gas made it out of her body.  Everybody looked at her.  She was wearing a short bright-colored tutu that didn't cover her bottom at all, and basically just attracted attention to it.  The other ballerinas and dozens of kids saw the lump she'd left in the back of her leotard.  The spandex was unrealistically see-through, so all could see there was a mass of semi-diarrheal poop with the texture of raw meat loaf.  I don't remember anything after that.

I'd really like to do this, but the story I have in mind is going to take some time to write, and I have lots of stuff in the real world I need to take care of now.

Theme: Unwilling Baby

Description: A woman or older girl is pressured into peeing and/or pooping in a diaper.  There may or may not be additional infantilism involved.  Maybe our poor dear is truly forced to do it in a violent situation involving black magic or rope.  Maybe she's paid to do it and really needs the money.  Maybe she's blackmailed into it or just carrying out a dare in a more or less friendly game.  But the bottom line is she has to use a diaper that she doesn't want to and (medically speaking) doesn't need to use.

Theme: Confession

Description: Someone tells their significant other about their secret turn-on.  What the turn-on is and how the other person reacts is up to the writer.


Theme: Culture Clash

Description: One or more characters from a society where excretion is taboo find themselves in a society where people relieve themselves openly.  Or else their culture is open but the current setting is strict.  Whatever the case, this difference of social mores causes a conflict.

"Waste Management" by Anime Lover is the only story that comes to mind.

Added some new artists and deleted two defunct ones.

A year later I added new parts to It's Dangerous to Go Alone! which incorporate the feedback from people who read it.  I also did some polishing up here and there.

I wrote a story for OmoOrg called Ruri's Manners.  I might as well post it here too.

A tie.  What now?

I had a fun dream last night about women peeing.  I woke up and thought, "I have got to post this on Nyou Fiction!"  Then I forgot the dream.

I took a nap this afternoon and woke up having to pee really bad, so I'm not surprised I had a dream about peeing (both male and female).

I wasn't in the dream.  I watched the action and knew what was going on in the characters' heads.  It was a car trip with a mom, her son and daughter, and the daughter's friend.  They were driving on Interstate 80 to go from their hometown to some camp, or maybe they were headed back.  The boy was in his early teens and the girls were somewhat older.  The girls were chatting and giggling and the boy was in a seat behind and over to the side, where he had a good view of his sister's friend but couldn't hear what they were saying to each other.  He had to pee.  Here's where the weird part comes in.

The car had emergency diapers for the kids.  Teenagers wetting themselves on car trips was somehow not a rare problem.  The boy wanted to wait until they got to a rest stop because he had a crush on his sister's friend and didn't want to seem like a child in front of her by using a diaper.  But he waited too long, there was no stop in sight, and he was on the verge of peeing his pants.  He thought he was hiding his desperation, but his sister knew and she whispered a plan to her friend, who agreed.  In a polite and sweet voice, the girl asked her friend's mom for an emergency diaper, saying she really had to go and was about to have an accident.  Now the boy felt comfortable using a diaper in the car with her, so he nonchalantly asked for a diaper "just to be safe."

The mom got a pink diaper and a light blue diaper out of a compartment in the car and handed them to the girl and her son respectively.  The daughter held a sheet in front of her friend so her brother couldn't look at her put the diaper on.  They both padded up and put their clothes back on over the protection.  The girl really did have a large volume of pee awaiting release, she was only fibbing about being in danger of an accident.  A hissing sound came from her diaper, and a different-sounding hiss from the boy's diaper joined in like a harmony.

That's a great dream!  You should try writing a fic about that girl.  Maybe she's an agricultural goddess.

I don't like to whine, but I'd really appreciate some reviews for my entry.  There's only 1, from Anastyanax.  The read count is over 200 and people are voting on it, so obviously there are users here with an opinion.

I was gonna add DarnellDeepwell but his account's suspended.  It seems like there was somebody else I needed to add, but I can't think who.