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In my dream last night I was married to an attractive thirtysomething woman who suddenly had a midlife crisis. I was out jogging with her and she was rollerblading while dressed like a teenager. I was embarrassed to be seen with her because her idea of dressing like a teenager was dressing like a combination of Rainbow Brite and Jubilee. Anyway the dream got more interesting when her skirt fell off and she was wearing a diaper underneath. She matter-of-factly said she was trying out this adult baby/diaper lover thing all the teenage girls are into now. Later we went down a steep hill and she feel and skidded on her butt. She was all right because of the heavy padding but the diaper was wrecked. We decided to go home. She said she was looking forward to putting on a fresh diaper and wrecking that one from the inside instead of the outside. Then I woke up (but was actually in a different dream that I won't go into).

Added one more artist.  By the way, I encourage you guys to paste this list to anywhere there's interest in this kind of art.

List greatly updated!  I'm still waiting to hear back from some artists, so there will probably be more little edits coming soon.

Theme: Bound and Desperate

Description: A woman has an accident, or comes very close, because she's tied up. She could be a captive damsel in chains, a hostage tied to a chair, a possessed woman in restraints for her own good, or just an ordinary gal trying out bondage with her lover. As a twist she could deliberately relieve herself because she doesn't want to endure the pain of holding it inside when an accident is inevitable, then she gets untied as soon as her panties are ruined.

Overdue update.  The 28th contest ended in a tie, right?

About a week ago I had a toilet-related dream.  Like in the witch dream it was a tease (I didn't see anything).  I remembered my van had a toilet in it.  All "modern minivans" did.  How could I forget?  Then I saw a commercial from the mid-Nineties for a modern minivan, featuring a chic businesswoman.  It showed her folding back the seat to reveal the toilet but didn't show her using it.

Last night I had a more interesting dream.  I was in a cabin at some campgrounds with family.  My cousins and I were still in high school.

I witnessed an incident with some people who weren't related.  It was a girl about my dream-age and her mother.  The girl was holding her tummy and acting uncomfortable.  Her mom asked what was wrong and she casually mentioned she'd needed to poop for a really long time but held it in because it was a long walk to the bathrooms and It'd been raining all day.  Her mother was furious.  She gave her a stern lecture on the importance of digestive health.  Then she gave her an ultimatum.

"Young lady, you relax your bowels this instant!"

"But Mom!"

"Right now!"

The girl pooped her bluejeans right there.  Then her mom made her sit in the corner in her poopy pants for time out.

Am I confused, or was there a post from Duce here that just disappeared when I went to respond to it?

I haven't been here in a while, but I had a cute desperation dream last night and have to share it.

I was visiting a witch in her home, which was like a Victorian Gothic mansion with endless bookcases and sorcery paraphernalia on display.  The witch was an attractive thirtysomething woman with strawberry blond hair.  She was dressed like a stereotypical witch, with a pointy hat, corset, and long dress, all in black.

Four enthusiastic teenage girls came to visit.  They were freshmen at a college of witchcraft, and had tons of questions and gushing admiration for the witch.  She stood there talking to them but I knew she wanted them to leave.  I had an X-ray view of her legs under her dress and she was crossing and uncrossing them like she had to pee.  She kept politely hinting that the girls should leave, saying she had important business that couldn't wait, but the conversation went on and on. 

When the students finally left, the witch told me what I already knew.  "I need to relieve myself and I can't control it for much longer.  I'll never make it upstairs to the washroom.  I'll have to take care of it right here, right now."

She summoned a big empty cauldron, which slid across the floor from under a cloth-draped table where it was stored up to where the witch was standing.  She was about to lift up her dress and sit down when I saw a flashback of why she had to pee so bad.

The four girls were in the food court at the magic university chatting with some other girls and boys, and the witch was spying on them from her balcony.  She had a black cat with her, incidentally.  She cast a magic spell, which looked like the ones the Magikoopas throw in Super Mario World.  The wind blew some of the floating shapes back to her.  By the time the spell reached the students, the other friends had left and it was just the four girls.  When the spell hit them, they turned into glowing silhouettes and I saw the bladders inside them instantly swell up.  Then I saw the same thing happen to the witch, because part of the cloud of shapes was around her.  I can't remember why she was watching or cursing the students.

When the dream cut back to the present, all four college girls were back with the witch.  They were all doing frantic potty dances.  The witch said, "We'll all have to share the cauldron."  She and the girls gathered around the cauldron at five evenly-spaced points.  Then my alarm woke me up.

I might enter this, but I'm not sure.  The idea I have is yet another story where a young woman is afraid of embarrassing herself in front of her crush.  I'm getting kind of jaded.

I'm okay with this one.

I can't believe it's been two years since I posted this plot outline.  I started writing it today.  I start a lot of stuff I don't finish, but I have a good feeling about this one.

In other news, I thought it was a good idea to bring this thread back.  You can post your fun ideas you haven't quite crafted into stories yet.

I had a dream I was still in high school and was disguised as a girl for some reason.  I went to the girls' bathroom, sat on a toilet in a doorless stall, and all these girls walked up and introduced themselves.  For some reason I wasn't embarrassed, and for some reason they didn't notice I was a boy.  About a half dozen girls were there talking and giggling.  They said they were such close friends they pooped together. 

One of them dropped her panties and pooped on the floor right in front of me.  The other girls gathered around her to watch her have a nice healthy dump.  She said, "Imagine this piling up inside my panties.  It keeps me warm on a winter's day."

There might have been more who pooped, but they said their friend Sandra puts them all to shame.  When I was washing my hands, Sandra came in.  She was a tall and robustly-built girl with long straight brown hair.  The girls all squealed and shouted for her to show off to "the new girl" (me).  She pulled down her jeans, got on her hands and knees, and started grunting and pushing.  Ever so slowly she squeezed out a big solid log.  It was about 6 inches wide and 6 feet long when she finally got it all out.  I told her she should see a doctor, but she said she felt fine.

I threw together an entry in about half an hour.  Enjoy!

Last night I had one of those awful back-to-school dreams.  It seemed like high school, but it was also a college campus and one of the buildings was my old elementary school.  Anyway, in health class they taught us proper urination posture.  We were near the end of the semester so we were reviewing things, and the teacher told us to assume our urination positions.  Everyone in a class of about 30 boys and girls mimed peeing.  The teacher walked around the room and corrected the students who were doing it wrong by grabbing their bodies and repositioning them.  The whole thing felt really awkward.  Worse still, she said she was going to watch us pee one on one and it would figure in to our final grade.  I woke up before that happened (but not before tons of other school drama).

I had a dream I was watching a sci-fi horror film from 1995.  It was about a computer system that became self-aware, took over a big building, and tried to kill everybody inside.  The main character was a computer expert played by Matt Damon.  Everybody called him a nerd even though he was a confident, well-groomed, wise-cracking hipster.  The other main character was a quirky young woman with curly brown hair who worked at the same building and was always dropping in on his cubicle to bother and/or flirt with him.

The part relevant to Nyou Fiction happened toward the beginning.  It was the end of the week and the techie guy and the zany girl were going somewhere after work.  He wanted to finish some work and she was in his cubicle telling him to just let it be until Monday.  She was also complaining about how she was constipated.  She'd been going to the bathroom every hour or so to try to poop without any success.  As the conversation went on she did these flexing exercises that were supposed to help loosen her bowels.

At the end of the scene, she announced that she was going to the ladies' room again.  "I got a good feeling about this time," she said.  She took off her pants in public, revealing weird underwear that covered her thighs but not her anus.  A security guard stopped her, but it wasn't because she was exposing herself (I don't think anybody reacted to that at all).  He asked her and the guy if they'd noticed anything strange going on.  Apparently the evil computer was just starting to mess with people.  The brief exchange ended with everybody deciding that whatever odd things had happened were probably nothing to worry about. 

When the guard left, the woman skipped to the ladies' room like a giddy little girl.  For some reason the sinks and toilets were high tech.  You could also surf the Internet from inside the stalls, which was futuristic for 1995.  She pulled down her underwear (and I think she had her pants back too) and sat down.  A screen behind her back was displaying the computer's plan to murder her, just to make sure the audience understood.  A silver tentacle from the sprinkler system started to wrap around her neck while she wasn't paying attention.  She finally noticed, and got her head out of it before it constricted.  She stood up just in time to dodge some machinery that was coming out of the toilet bowl to attack her rump.  She ran, tripped over her pants, pulled them up, and escaped just before something smashed her.  Then everything caught on fire.

She ran to the techie guy and told him what happened.  "Now how am I supposed to poop?!?" she shouted at the end of her explanation, as if that were the worst part of the evil computer takeover.