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  • A Wet Night with a Dragon

    By MasterXploder

    “Hmmm?” For some reason, the waking world had decided to gently pull Lucoa, the divine dragon and former goddess, from her pleasant dreams a little earlier than usual. As she opened her eyes, she realized it was still the middle of the night, for the room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds coming from the ceiling fan above. Though she was awake now, her eyelids still drooped with fatigue, and the desire to return to sleep was quite strong. However, another desire proved stronger, and that was to check on the bed’s other occupant. As quietly and smoothly as she could, she propped herself up and took a look at him, her dragon eyes working just as well as they did in broad daylight. Shouta, her sweet little master of sorts, lied fast asleep as she expected. Clad in his green pajamas, his chest gently rose and fell with each silent breath. His left hand lied next to his head in a half-closed fist while his right arm rested on his stomach. Lucoa sighed wistfully as she gazed at the dozing child. He looked so adorable with his face at total ease, a rare sight for her despite how much time they spent together. On the other hand, she also noticed that his body was uncovered all the way down to his socks. He must have tossed the blanket off him in his sleep, she surmised. That was just no good. It was a rather frigid night, and those thin PJ’s wouldn’t do much against the chilly air. She would never forgive herself if she allowed him to catch a cold overnight. Her first thought was to cuddle up and share her plentiful body heat, but she quickly dismissed it. The last time she tried that, Shouta complained about nearly suffocating underneath her “giant demon orbs” as he called them. That left the other option of pulling the covers over him and maybe nudging a little closer to him just in case. She slowly reached her hand over and grabbed the blanket, intending to do just that. “Num-hmm-hmm…” Lucoa froze up as Shouta mumbled suddenly. Had she stirred him awake by accident? She watched over him, looking for any signs that he would wake soon. Shouta fidgeted a little and kept muttering, his face tensing up in discomfort, but his eyes did not open. Lucoa frowned at the sight. The poor kid must be having a bad dream. She would have to do something about that. With a quick wave of her hand, a magic circle appeared, sending a soft light around Shouta’s head. The magic dispelled the nightmare, and he soon returned to a peaceful snooze. Satisfied with her work, Lucoa went to put the blanket back on him, but she stopped again. A very quiet noise, one that she would not have heard if not for her draconic senses, emanated from Shouta. If she didn’t know any better, it sounded like water hitting fabric, but the only way that would be possible at this time was if… “Oh dear.” A quick look down was all it took to confirm her worry. A wet patch had formed on Shouta’s pants and grew bigger by the second. It soon spread to between his legs and onto the mattress, growing into a pool around his bottom. Before long, urine was visibly breaking the cotton barrier, amplifying the sound of whizzing. As a neutrally-aligned dragon, Lucoa did not meddle in human affairs, but she had picked up on a few of their quirks. For instance, humans had the peculiar behavior of being embarrassed and ashamed about removing waste from their bodies, only doing so in designated places closed off from others. Should they end up voiding in their clothing, they tended to get very upset. At least, that’s what she gleamed from watching TV with Shouta. She could not imagine him being any different. It was such a strange sight to her, seeing him wet the bed yet not showing the slightest care on his face. The poor boy must have no idea what was happening, just the feeling of something discomforting slowly going away and relaxing him back into a deep sleep. Of course, that would no doubt change the instant he woke up and felt the cold, smelly liquid drenching his PJ’s. She was not about to let that happen. As soon as he finished his business, she would cast another spell that would remove all traces of urine, making it appear as if an accident never happened. She had to wait a while before that could happen, though. Shouta must have had something to drink and forgotten to pee before bed, it was the only way to explain how long his wetting was taking. By the time the sound of peeing came to a stop, the front of his pants were thoroughly soaked, and the back was likely not any better. But the more she watched Shouta relieve himself, the more Lucoa became aware of a tingling between her legs as well. Maybe it was the just of watching someone else go, or maybe it was the culprit for waking her up in the first place, but she wouldn’t mind having a potty break herself now. Unfortunately, she did not find getting up to use the toilet a good idea. Her movements might wake Shouta, who would probably cry his eyes out upon realizing he wet the bed. That could be solved simply by cleaning the mattress before she got out, but it was a convenient excuse. In truth, she was feeling rather lazy, the warmth of the bed a little too enticing to leave its embrace. Still, she needed to rid herself of that pesky pressure before she could get comfortable enough to go back to sleep. The simple solution was to magically remove the urine in her at the same time as she did Shouta’s, but then she thought of another idea. A far cheekier one. As a dragon, the concept of wetting oneself was still a foreign one to her. The only time she could recall that happening to her was when she was slipped with that tainted alcohol, and all she could recall was waking up in wet scales. It was a surprising moment, though not entirely unpleasant, at least compared to the other consequences of her drunken night. Taking one last look at Shouta, Lucoa lowered herself back into bed and snuggled into the covers. Her urine pressed against her bladder begging for release, but she no longer resisted it. She was going to satisfy her curiosity and see what the fuss of peeing herself was like. “Oh!” Lucoa gasped as the first bit of pee slipped out and hit the scales masquerading as her panties, the only thing she wore below her shirt. It felt so… warm, and the way it made her pseudo-undies cling to her privates only doubled that sensation. It was a strange sensation to be sure, but not a very uncomfortable one. She did not see the fuss behind having an accident just yet. It was time to open the floodgates. The dragon went from passively allowing pee to leave her to actively forcing it out, and the effect was instant. The room filled with a loud hissing noise as an amount of urine greater than any human could produce gushed from between her legs. In no time at all, her legs were soaked as well as the mattress below and blankets above. Drops of it soon ran down the mattress’ side, spreading the puddle onto the floor. The wet warm feelings running all over her lower body sent a medley of strange signals to the dragon’s brain, leaving her unsure what to think of her wetting. It was uncomfortable, and she definitely would not want to go back to sleep like this for sure. On the other hand, it also felt oddly relaxing, being able to just relax and let go without leaving the comfort of the bed. She wouldn’t mind doing this again, though she would need to do something about the pee getting everywhere. Even though Lucoa did not consider herself bursting to go, her wetting took far longer than Shouta’s. It was only after about five minutes that her stream began to taper off, the hissing dying down to a piddle. The mattress had been completely soaked through on her side, and the puddle on the floor reached out so far, it looked as if someone dumped a ten-gallon container’s worth of urine. Yet through all that, Lucoa kept one eye on Shouta the entire time, and not once did he stir in his sleep. She never figured him to be such a heavy sleeper. Maybe her magic to dispel the nightmare was a little stronger than she meant. She also had to wonder if his parents had heard her accident in the next room over. Then again, they never said anything on the night Shouta woke up screaming because he found out he was groping her by accident. Maybe the whole family was full of heavy sleepers. But as she looked at Shouta, Lucoa fell into a peaceful state despite the massive amount of pee in the room. “Even in your sleep, you still come up with great ideas.”     Shouta groaned as a ray of sunlight reached his eyes, bringing him out of his slumber. He did not open them just yet, instead choosing to turn his head away and hope that Lucoa’s world-class qualities were not right in front of him. While he lied there, memories of his last dream gradually returned to him. He had been in front of his cauldron performing a summoning spell when Lucoa jumped out without a shred of clothing on, just like their first meeting. That was bad enough on its own, but then the cauldron started spewing water everywhere, quickly flooding the room and knocking him over in surprise. The feeling of wetness as the water reached his legs was so strong, it was almost like… Oh no! Shouta felt a cold sweat coming on. He really couldn’t have, could he? It had been so long since the last time it happened, well before summoning Lucoa. On the other hand, he couldn’t recall using the bathroom before he went to bed, and that almost always spelled trouble for him. He really did not want to, but Shouta lowered a hand to check his pants for a wet patch. He had no idea what he was going to do if Lucoa found about this. Taking a gulp, he gave his crotch a couple pats, fully expecting the worst. “Huh?” Dry as a bone. Any other time, this would bring relief to Shouta, but now it only brought confusion. That dream felt so real, he was certain something had to have come out. He needed to take a close look to be sure. Carefully opening his eyes, Shouta found that he was the only one in bed. He wondered where Lucoa could have gone for a moment, but quickly returned to the matter at hand. He pulled the covers off of him and sat up, the sun coming through the window giving him enough to see. Nothing. Not a single drop of pee anywhere. The panic and dread began to die down in Shouta, though the confusion remained. If he hadn’t wet the bed, then where did that sensation come from? “Oh.” That’s when he felt it, that familiar pressure that often got him out of bed in the mornings. All that urine he worried about leaking out was still inside him, and boy, did it want out now. Shouta wondered if that dream he had was his body’s way of waking him up before he could wet the bed, but he would dwell on that as soon as his bladder was empty. With no Lucoa to worry about, Shouta climbed out of bed, feeling the full weight of his bladder as he walked out of his bedroom and into the upstairs bathroom, thankfully unoccupied. Closing the door, he lifted up the toilet seat and pulled down the front of his jammie pants. He then took aim and relaxed his holding muscles. A trickle of tinkle soon came out of him and arced into the toilet, making a satisfying splashing noise that could be heard outside the bathroom. Seeing that his aim was spot-on, Shouta looked straight ahead and breathed out in contentment. It seemed like he had outgrown his bed-wetting just like his mom said he would. He didn’t have to worry about anyone else finding out, especially not Lucoa. With that in mind, Shouta’s mind remained at ease as his morning pee slowly came to an end, bringing his hips forward to compensate for his weakening stream. A slight shiver ran through him while he forced out the last few spurts and shook out any remaining drops. In all, his pee took maybe twenty seconds, which he found a little odd. He normally went for a good deal longer in the mornings. Perhaps he hadn’t had as much to drink yesterday as he thought. Shouta shrugged and flushed the toilet, sending the yellowed water off to who knows where. He had bigger things to focus on today. “Good morning, Shouta!” Two of those bigger things were right in front of him. “L-L-Lucoa!?” Shouta jumped back at the dragon lady next to him. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked with a smile. “H-h-how long have you been standing there!?” Lucoa put a finger to her chin. “Hmm, about shortly after you came in. Why do you ask?” “You did? B-but that means…” Shouta’s eyes grew big as saucers as it dawned on him. “Shouta, are you okay?” Lucoa turned her head. “Aaaaaaaah!” Faster than even a divine dragon could imagine, Shouta ran between Lucoa’s legs and out the bathroom door. The whole house was then filled with the sound of him screaming “The succubus is watching me pee!” All the while, Lucoa stood there with a puzzled look. She had followed the human custom of waiting until somebody was finished relieving themselves before speaking to them. Why he still got upset was simply beyond her. But as she stood there, another thought crossed her mind, and an important one at that. She turned around and leaned out the bathroom door, shouting as loud as Shouta did. “Shouta, don’t forget to wash your hands!”
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  • Holding More than Cards (Kakegurui F/F)

    By SlothWhispers

    ((Another older fic, this one involves Midari and Yumeko from Kakegurui, and some good ol' Desperation and Wetting! ? It takes place after s1 of the anime, since I haven't gotten around to reading the manga to see how their relationship developed after their first match. Warning for minor dark content (a few mild references to Midari's gunplay kink and suicidal tendencies, but absolutely nothing in detail there, and nothing you wouldn't expect from the anime itself). This one is also NSFW (a masturbation scene and clothed grinding). )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been too long. Too long since she'd found any sort of thrill, or even remote satisfaction, at this school. No, in this life.

    Living had already seemed meaningless for the majority of her time on this earth, but ever since that fateful day, things had seemed even emptier than before. Giving makeovers, enforcing the rules of the council, scaring the hell out of certain students...she was just going through the motions, day in and day out, with nothing to change it.

    The only thing that got her heart pounding, besides the click of a cold metal barrel to her head, wasn't even a thing. It was a person.

    One glorious, beautiful, terrifying person.

    Yumeko.

    She'd been expressly forbidden from seeking her out during the weeks after their own encounter, told she wasn't to interact with their enemy until the President's secretive plans were complete. Humph. The President...

    She might have said fuck it and gone after Yumeko anyways, orders be damned, but...she'd needed time to prepare her own plans. That speech the girl had given her towards the end of their game, those cutting remarks about how they weren't actually the same at all, how pointless it was, how she wasn't actually providing a satisfying challenge...how it wasn't even a gamble, because she would have won either way...

    If she wanted to impress Yumeko, to prove that she was worth gambling with, that she was capable of giving her the kind of extraordinary rush that she felt whenever her life was on the line...She had to step it up. She had to come up with a real challenge, something crazy, something truly worthy of catching the devil's attention. Something that would give them both the pleasure and danger they craved...

    And so she'd plotted, ignoring the other council members during meetings, scrolling through her cell phone's photos and gushing over the object of her desires, trying to figure out what would make that creature tick, trying to decide what she could add to the game to really bring it over the edge...

    A few weeks later, she'd heard through the grapevine about the big showdown, the highest stakes gamble...that had ended in a tie. A tie...A game like that, painstakingly set up to prove once and for all who was going to win, Yumeko or the President...and it had all been pointless in the end. 

    Hah! It was all without any meaning, just as she'd been saying all along! She'd laughed so hard that day that she'd fallen right out of her council seat.

    And now...with everything back to square one...with no new plots in play as the council pondered their next moves, as Yumeko continued to enjoy every day, gambling away with her schoolmates...she was free to step in. She could finally have her shot at the prize.

    And so she'd left her dorm room an hour before any classes started, nearly skipping through the hallways, her handbag loaded up with her prized gun, extra ammunition, and every type of card, chip, and set of dice she could think of. She knew by now exactly where Yumeko would be, in the common area and eating some sort of pastry, and the moment she spotted the table (thankfully empty, Ryota must not have met up with her yet) she grinned, her heart beating faster.

    "Yumeko!~ It's been a long time since we've seen each other...How's it been going since you dealt with the President?"

    She'd looked up from her plate with that innocent smile, seeming to brighten up at once. "Oh, Midari! It's nice seeing you here! We had a thrilling game! I'm really looking forward to seeing what she cooks up next time..."

    "Yeah, I heard it was intense, the whole council was talking about it. But enough about the past. Got any plans lined up for the day?"

    "Not yet, but I'm sure I'll find something! There are always games going on here!"

    "Well, if you don't have anything yet...I WANT A REMATCH!" She'd hoped to play it cool, but her eagerness was getting the best of her. Still, she'd ask fair and square this time. No kidnapping or arrests. "Just hear me out, I've got something that'll knock those stockings right off! Look, I've got all of the stuff ready, so just let me explain the rul-"

    "Alright, Midari...how would you feel about a different kind of game this time? It isn't played with cards or chips, but it's still a gamble.~"

    What? Not played with cards or chips? But she'd spent weeks planning this, setting up everything they needed, ironing out all of the rules, making sure it was going to be as dangerous as possible! Was all of her hard work just going to go to waste? And what would even be entertaining about a game without any of those things? "Why would I want to play a different game? We had so much fun last time!" she pleaded, leaning closer to the table and digging through her bag until her hands clasped cold metal. She whipped it out, holding her hand towards her. "Yumeko, please just take my gun and let's go set things up! One shot, I'll let you have a free shot at me! Please, just press the barrel against my head and-"

    "No guns, or I don't play with you at all." Yumeko stated quietly, smile disappearing as she let disdain fill her voice. Her hand reached out to gently take the gun, setting it down on the table before she turned back around. "I already told you that there isn't any true risk when those are involved, not when you're so eager to die. If you aren't willing to play by my rules, I can have plenty of fun with Ryota, and you can just go by yourself and-"

    No, she couldn't choose that spineless bastard over her! He didn't deserve her, he didn't appreciate her the way she did! He was just her pet, her pawn, not someone who understood the true appeal of gambling, the thrill of surprises! "Okay! Okay, I'll do it! Whatever it is I'll do it, just name the rules! I need you, Yumeko, please! You're all I've thought about since that day! All I can think about is the rush I got when we were together, that look in your eyes...Relieve me, relieve me of all of this pent up pressure!~" She was pleading now, getting down onto her knees, staring up at the woman who held all of the power, who was her only chance at getting some relief before she went mad with lust and boredom.

    Yumeko finally smiled again, and though her face held the same cheerful innocence she often wore, she could have sworn she saw those eyes flash for a moment, that briefest glimpse of the creature she so idolized stirring beneath the surface. 

    "Actually, you're going to be feeling even more pressure before our game is over, Midari. You're going to be groveling at my feet, begging for relief.~"

    ~~~

    And so Yumeko had told her the rules of her game. She was to go about her day today as normal, with a few exceptions: 

    1. She wasn't to use the restroom or otherwise relieve herself (be it intentionally or unintentionally) until after she was given explicit permission from Yumeko. If she broke this rule before classes let out for the day, Yumeko would cancel their fun entirely. 

    2. For an extra element of chance, after every class, they would meet up in the hallway and Yumeko would flip two coins. If they both landed on tails, nothing would happen. One head, and she would be forced to down half a bottle of water right there in the few minutes before her next class, or if two heads, it would be an entire bottle. Anything else she chose to drink throughout the day and how much was entirely her choice.

    And finally, what was probably going to be the most difficult part of the challenge:

    3. She was forbidden from being anything but pleasant to Ryota if they happened to cross paths.

    She still wasn't sure how the hell having to piss was going to be anywhere close to the thrill she could seek from a gun, but this was the task Yumeko had given her, so she was determined to follow orders and see where it led. Yumeko had promised that after classes were over, they'd 'move somewhere more private for the real fun to begin', and, well...she hoped at least some of what her idol had in mind was close to what was now running rampant through her own imagination...

    ~~~

    If there was one benefit to this game of Yumeko's that she hadn't expected, it was how much more sensitive her full bladder seemed to make everything else.

    The first three classes hadn't been bad at all (she'd downed the bottle and a half from the coin flips with ease), and while lunch had been uncomfortable, it had still been manageable (so much so, in fact, that she'd downed an entire can of tea with her food, just to liven the rest of the challenge up). But things had started hitting harder for her next class, and another half bottle had actually sent nerves running through her. Although, that only served to heighten her excitement. If she was actually starting to sweat, maybe this wasn't going to be so boring after all...

    After a while of shifting and squirming in her seat during the daily council meeting, she'd ditched the room for one of her usual 'bathroom breaks'. On her way out she'd heard a few of the members muttering to each other about her awkward body language. It was ironic, actually. The one time she actually did need to piss and had a valid excuse to bust out of there, and she wasn't even going to go.

    Stepping into the stall and seeing the toilet had her shoving a hand down her skirt for an entirely different reason than usual as she was forced to cross her legs, groaning quietly. She really hadn't expected all of that water to catch up with her so early on in the challenge, but she was quickly approaching the closest she'd ever come to actual desperation. She wasn't going to let out a drop though. She had to save everything for Yumeko!

    "Yumeko..."

    Just whispering her name sent chills through her, her body shuddering before she'd sat down on the toilet. She'd had to clench her lower muscles tightly as they threatened to contract again. Fuck, she had to piss.

    "Fuck..."

    Closing her eyes and leaning her head back, she'd tried to ignore the present urge in favor of taking care of other urges. It was slow going at first. Despite her desire, it was hard to relax and get into the mood when most of her energy was focused on the constant throbbing in her abdomen. Every light touch had her stiffening up or squirming on the cold porcelain as the urgency spiked, and she had to cross her legs more than once in order to maintain control.

    But once she'd finally started to get into the rhythm of things? Once the lighter touches started adding up, and when she'd started to regain the ability to focus on the feeling of sensations besides her bladder's urges? Those other delicious tingles, the teasing drips that ran along such a sensitive area, reminding her what else could be dripping if she would just let go...

    Holy shit.

    She hadn't done anything else different from her usual stroking routine, but every single nerve seemed to be on edge, every bit of stimuli amplified tenfold. It was rolling through her body in dizzying waves, at one point so intense that she'd nearly blacked out, the bathroom stall speckling at the edges of her vison as she gasped for air, barely able to make out her ragged voice over the ringing in her ears. Mother of fuck. The only thing that kept her conscious was the absolutely burning throbbing between her legs, her hand pressed hard against the slick, pulsing part of her that was now trying to force a jet of piss out of her with all its strength. She could feel her bladder contracting along with the aftershocks, could feel everything running up her urethra, teetering right on the edge of coming out as she gently rocked in place, shuddering, with her palm serving as the only thing stopping her from losing complete control. 

    "You can do this...Y-You can do this..." she muttered repeatedly, biting down on her lip and moaning as she waited for her body to ride out the afterglow of pleasure. Slowly, her breathing began to steady, the sensation below beginning to dull as she lost her hypersensitivity, and after a few minutes she managed to pull her hand back to wipe it off with a wad of toilet paper, relying on her clenching muscles alone to hold back the flood. 

    Sweat was dripping along her forehead as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes. That was...well, it wasn't exactly at the top of her list when it came to euphoric experiences (gunplay was always going to rest at the top, forever coveted until she could find someone to engage in it with her), but...

    "What a fuckin' rush..."

    Light tapping on tile caught her attention as the restroom door creaked open, and she could see black dress shoes with white socks below the stall's opening, slowly creeping into the room in front of her. They hadn't dared come close to her stall, lurking back towards the sinks, but she could see them shuffling from side to side, eventually crossing over each other and hopping around as a hesitant knocking sounded against the granite counter. 

    "U-Um...Miss Midari? A-Are you...almost done? I-I know you don't like being, er, interrupted, b-but the other restrooms are closed for cleaning, a-and it's kind of an emergency..." The legs stepped back out of range from her limited vision as soon as the girl had finished squeaking out her question, and she just barely caught a frantically murmured "Pleasepleasedon'tshootmeohgoshpleasedon'tshoot!" She was sure that last bit had been more of a desperate prayer (how pointless), certainly not actually aimed at her.

    Any other time, she probably would have been pissed off enough to storm out and scare the living daylights out of whatever poor girl had bothered her during these special times, maybe even toy with the little thing for a bit if she wanted to get any pleasure to make up for the ruined session. But today...well, she was still in one of the most blissful afterglows of her life, so she supposed she could afford to be forgiving.

    And actually...perhaps this girl could do a little something for her after all...

    "It's fine, I don't give a shit. Just hop in and go before you piss yourself, I can see you wriggling like a toddler out there."

    The girl was hesitating, shuffing around in silence for a moment before she spoke up again, sneaking back into view as she paused in front of her stall. "Um...a-are you sure? I-It's really okay?"

    She guessed she couldn't fault her for being so cautious. It wasn't exactly above her morals to pull a trick once in a while, only to twist it around to get what she really wanted. "I'm serious, I really don't care. Just hurry up before I change my mind!"

    "Oh...o-okay...Thank you, M-Miss Midari! I really appreciate it!" Darting footsteps tapped to her left as the girl ran into a stall a couple of doors down from her own, slamming it shut and fumbling with the lock before she got situated, moaning and whimpering under her breath the whole time. 

    That's it, just let go. You must be so damn desperate...

    The moment she heard the torrent hitting the bowl she doubled over, biting down on her knuckles to muffle a cry of her own as she heard the girl huffing in relief. Her urge had just barely settled back to an ache earlier, but now it was back in full force, throbbing harshly as she squirmed around, crossing her legs so tightly that her thighs soon burned with the strain. It was splattering so loudly, hissing and pouring, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent bathroom...her bladder spasmed again, and she just barely clenched her muscles back to prevent a leak, tears springing to her eyes as she fought to breathe quietly through her nose.

    It's torture...Fucking hell, it's absolute torture!

    Thank you, Yumeko, you devil. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!

    It was all she could do to focus on her pulsing bladder instead of the slowly-returning arousal below, keeping still and trying to breathe calmly instead of giving in to the sensation as the girl stepped out to wash her hands, the running water almost as agonizing. She really couldn't risk a second wave right now. No, as delicious as this suffering was, she needed to wait for a few hours, let her aching bladder settle while she distracted herself with mundane things. 

    She needed to wait for Yumeko.

    Yes...that would be far more pleasurable than anything she could conceive of doing to herself right now...

    ~~~

    Two wonderfully brutal hours later (and a final half bottle of water she'd barely been able to drink, one that the coin had only given her because her hands were shaking too badly to actually flip it), after final classes had let out for the day, she'd wasted no time tracking the little devil down, speed-walking through the hallways and trying not to stop too often. Once she finally found her she couldn't help rocking back and forth and bouncing in place where she stood, only partially out of eagerness. "Yumeko, I've followed-ah, all of your orders! Let's-ngh, start the game!"

    Yumeko hummed to herself, looking her over carefully before she smiled, clasping her hands together. "Wow, you really can't keep still, can you? Alright, let's go down to that room of yours! This is going to be so much fun!~" She was giggling, grasping her hand and pulling her along as she skipped down the hallways.

    It was such a strange, cheerful tone Yumeko was using, but she didn't mind it. It was the complete opposite of Yumeko's true aesthetic, that cold, calculating, crazy bitch that lurked under the surface, and it only served to make her even more excited about what was to come, sending her blood rushing with the dose of unease that came with wondering when that façade would be cast aside, wondering when Yumeko would rip into her once again...

    Would she treat her just as cruelly as she had the last time they'd played together, berate her and act like she wasn't worthy of being anywhere near her level? 

    Just the thought sent a shiver through her, and she tensed up, pausing in her steps and squeezing her thighs together as the throbbing between her legs spiked. How many of those bottles have I downed now? Fuck, there was that tea too...

    "You're almost bursting, aren't you? Don't slow down now though!" Yumeko chided, pouting for a moment. "We're just about to have some fun, aren't we?"

    Of course, she couldn't stop now! The sooner they got there, the sooner she could see what Yumeko was really planning to do to her, the sooner they could be alone, together, just the two of them in a soundproof room...

    Bladder be damned, she tightened her grip on Yumeko's hand, taking the lead as she nearly bolted the rest of the way to their destination. They reached the door in a couple of minutes, and she hopped around, crossing her legs against increasingly-insistent aches as she yanked the key from her vest pocket.

    "Now, once we step inside, you need to stand still with your arms apart so I can frisk you, okay?~" Yumeko giggled.

    Damn it. 

    She should have known Yumeko wouldn't have changed her mind about the no gun rule.

    Scowling, she unlocked the door and waited inside, standing as still as could be while Yumeko closed the door behind them. The girl was smiling as she made her way over, walking slowly to encircle her before she placed her hands on her shoulders, slowly feeling along the fabric of her sleeves. Those hands soon slid to move along her back, then crept forwards, reaching under and moving over her chest in firm, thorough strokes. The slight bit of attention already had her pulse spiking, and she bit back a moan, closing her eyes and trying to lean further into those fingers.

    "Uh-uh! This is a serious pat down!" Yumeko huffed, pulling her hands away for a minute before she stepped around, bringing them back to feel along her waist and down her legs in a way that made her want to melt. "You're desperate though, aren't you, Midari? Just these light strokes are enough to have you on the verge of begging, aren't they?" she whispered in her ear, a finger brushing her lip for a split second. 

    Her single gun was swiftly yanked out of her hiding place and unloaded, tossed across the room with an empty clatter.

    "You disgust me."

    Without any warning, fingers ran down her stomach and towards her bladder in a single swift motion, pressing into her swollen skin one at a time. Two. Four. Six. Eight. All ten, massaging in small circles and feeling around every aching inch, forcing her breath to hitch and gasp as she struggled to stay perfectly still, and not send her hands lunging downwards. Stronger pulses kept striking in new spots as Yumeko continued to feel around like she was molding clay, and she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could against the sudden rush of burning pressure, tears beginning to prick at her eyes.

    "How about now, Midari? How close are you to losing control and begging me to help you with what you can't accomplish yourself? It's just like our last game, isn't it? Except, this time..." Oh fuck, it was Yumeko's real voice this time, that heartless tone that sent tingles through every inch of her, disdain practically dripping in every word. "This time I'm in charge of the rules. I'm the one getting the pleasure out of this. I'm not here to serve your suicidal whims, you're here to serve me." 

    Her breathing was quickening the longer Yumeko went on, that familiar ache filling every fibre of her body as she squeezed her thighs together for another purpose, a moan escaping her lips. But even before that ripple of pleasure could run through her, a wave of pressure nearly overtook her, her abdomen quivering with an especially frantic spasm that had her legs trembling.

    "Yumeko, fuck, I-I think I'm gonna-"

    "What did I say about who was in charge, Midari? You aren't allowed to let a drop go until I say so. Follow the rules of the game. Hold it."

    She was outright panting now, straining every inch of her body into tightening up where she stood, still unsure if she was allowed to grab herself or cross her legs. The throbs were absolutely relentless now, each pulse reminding her of how damn full she was, how long she'd been holding it all in, how close she was to exploding.

    "You are going to wait for however long I want you to, no matter what I do to you. And then I'm going to savor watching you lose control...Is that clear?"

    She was in so much pain that she wanted to cry, her breathing unsteady, but she found herself grinning anyways, a sharp cackle bursting from her no matter how badly it shook her bladder. "You know, this is pretty damn close to what you fussed at me for. No matter what, my body's gonna give out eventually, so you'll still get what you want. Not much of a gamble, is it?"

    "But isn't this what you wanted? An excuse for me to berate you like the pathetic person you are? Time with just the two of us and no one to interfere? A game where all of my focus is on you?"

    If she wasn't so busy trying not to piss herself, she probably would have creamed her skirt right there. Was Yumeko actually just doing this for her?

    "Y-Yeah, but..."

    Yumeko had stepped forward again, pressing her larger chest right up against hers, those entrancing red eyes staring into her as a hand crept around her neck, squeezing tighter and pulling until their lips were locked. Yumeko pulled away before she could make any attempts to prolong the kiss, smirking.

    "It'll still be a guessing game of when you'll lose it, right? Every move you make will be a gamble to hold it in!"

    ~~~

    Damn, she had to piss so badly she could barely think about anything else, could hardly focus on taking in the image of Yumeko lying, still clothed, underneath her, face flushed and eyes practically glowing with that delicious, terrifying gaze. She couldn't stop the strange lap dance she was giving, her crotch grinding into that soft stomach with no sense of rhythm, rocking this way and that and suddenly jerking to change direction mid-movement. She just had to find the right angle, the right sense of pressure to keep the flood at bay for just a few more seconds, please, just a moment where the burning pressure at the edge wasn't shrieking at her.

    "Fuck, Yumeko, please..."

    Her thighs kept clenching around the body beneath her for all that they were worth, tingling and shaking as she strained the muscles to squeeze harder still, but it did nothing but add extra pressure between her legs, sent beads of teasing sweat rolling along them. She was trying so hard not to breathe, not daring to inflate her core with air that could take up precious space, and the dizziness was amazing, sending her vision dancing and adding yet another rush of pleasure that threatened to overtake her. It was wet down there, wet and clenching, over and over against nothing, fuck she needed to-

    She had to gasp for air just before she blacked out, her breaths coming out ragged and desperate, quick and short alternating with longer heaves as she lowered her head to rest against Yumeko's, each inhale sending waves of agony through her bladder, sending more waves of pleasure through overstimulated organs that were still trying to recover from the euphoria she'd just ridden out. The pressure was still there, it was still there and it was such sublime torture, and she had to keep squirming even though her crotch was begging her to stay still to recover, each wave of friction hurting and causing her to flinch.

    A fresh burst of warmth joined the slimy moisture between her legs, and she cried out, burying her face into Yumeko's neck as she shoved her hands against her crotch. It hurt, oh, it hurt, and no matter how hard she strained and clenched it kept coming, pouring out between her fingers and pooling into the fabric of the dress shirt below her.

    "No! N-No, nonono!!! We can't stop the fun now, we can't!!!"

    She liked to think her willpower had been what had finally sealed off the leak, but in reality it was Yumeko's hand, slipping past her own to squeeze and press against her most intimate areas.

    "I'm only helping you for a moment while you collect yourself. This is still a gamble, right? The rest of the game will be on you."

    She tried to nod, but all she ended up doing was sinking her teeth into Yumeko's neck to muffle an agonized, overjoyed scream. Yumeko was touching her, she was touching her and fuck, that was what she dreamed about so often, a satisfying thought-turned-reality that almost made her body overload yet again. She couldn't help a quick buck against those fingers, but that only earned a swat on her ass that forced her to yelp, another quick spurt of urine escaping.

    "Now now, that isn't fair! This game isn't about getting whatever you want! No breaking the rules!"

    And then Yumeko withdrew her hand, leaving her to fend off the inevitable alone. "FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK!"

    She had to piss, she had to piss so badly she couldn't stand it, every breath, every tiny motion making the urge worse and worse, reminding her that no matter how much she begged and pleaded and moaned, it was going to come out soon, it was going to come out and the game would end and she couldn't stave it off forever. She was writhing around like her life depended on it, shoving her hands into her crotch and grinding against Yumeko, crying and gasping and unable to help the saliva dripping from her mouth, unable to help the slick that was still dripping and being produced in the same area where another liquid was barely being contained. "I don't want to go yet, I can't, please pleasepleaseplease don't let me, d-don't let me-"

    Another teasing spurt ran along her fingers and she sobbed, rocking her hips with a whimper. She'd been holding for so long now, it was almost hard to imagine actually letting go completely, and these leaks were only serving to sharpen the burning pain below, not relieve it. But damn, it felt amazing, the constant pressure and pain teasing her in ways normal ministrations could never hope to.

    I can't let our game end yet! 

    "Y-Yumeko!" she gasped out, shifting to try and grasp her crotch more firmly. "The gun, g-get the gun!" She could see Yumeko raising up her head to glare at her, so she hurried to finish speaking before she could be interrupted. "I know it's empty, I'm-ah, n-not gonna fuckin' shoot it! J-Just hand it to me, please!"

    Yumeko looked skeptical, but she had the mercy (or maybe just curiosity) to fulfill her request, shifting her arms behind her and pushing to slide herself further back along the floor until she could reach the weapon. Once she grasped it, she held it out to her.

    She snatched it immediately with one hand, fumbling to shift it in her fingers until she had it with the handle up, the barrel facing towards herself. Perfect. Bracing herself, she raised herself up from Yumeko's wet stomach, wasting no time shoving the metal between her legs and pressing it as closely against her crotch as she could, squeezing her thighs shut around it. The shocking cold of the object forced her to leak a small spurt, but after her body heat began to warm it she regained control. 

    "Mmm, that's creative...I suppose I won't count the gun against you for this..." Yumeko murmured, pulling on the collar of her vest until she adjusted, sitting on her knees, still on top of her stomach. "Let's see how much longer you can go..." With a devilish grin, she'd yanked her to lean down further, capturing her lower lip in a bite that drew blood.

    She couldn't help moaning, her remaining eye closing as she tried to focus her other senses on capturing this moment. The smell of Yumeko's perfume, so much sweeter and more gentle than the girl who wore it. Her pants and murmurs in her ears, the warm hands roaming through her hair and down her neck to stroke her collarbones, and soon slipping under her shirts to run along her stomach.

    "You're so pretty, Midari...It's a shame you're such a wreck."

    Oh fuck, her hands were just barely brushing along her abdomen, but it was still enough to send fresh waves of desperation shuddering through her, her hands tightening their grip on Yumeko's top as she squirmed. "No, nononono-"

    Her bladder spasmed again, sharp and agonizing, and no matter how hard she clenched, a hot stream drenched the gun, running down the barrel and wetting her legs. Breath hitching, she bucked, half-grinding against the metal object in a last-ditch attempt to increase the pressure, but it was no use. She was completely losing control now, her abdomen becoming strangely warm as her bladder began to empty of its own will. 

    "Fuck...I-I can't..."

    She was clenching every muscle, but piss was still flooding out of her, loud hissing and her own ragged gasps filling the room as she collapsed against Yumeko, her face resting between her breasts. The girl's fingers laced themselves through her hair, gripping it tightly enough to hurt as she pulled her head up to make eye contact, while the other pulled the gun out from between her legs, dangling the dripping thing in front of her.

    "You've ruined your favourite toy, haven't you? You're so tired you can barely move, you're drenched with more than just piss, and I think even less of you now than I already did...how does that make you feel, Midari? Who's the winner of this little game?"

    She knew the answer was supposed to be 'Yumeko'. This whole thing was supposed to be payback for her own game, proving a point by doing something that primarily gave Yumeko pleasure while she suffered, just like how Yumeko had suffered through a boring gamble for her own twisted benefit. And it had definitely given Yumeko pleasure. The girl's eyes were nearly glowing, her chest heaving with her own breathless pants and her face blazing red, her legs quivering underneath where she was sitting. Damn, she hadn't even needed to rub one out, coming just from the show alone. 

    But...lying here with sopping wet fabric underneath her, soaking her own clothes as relief began to make her head spin, having been pushed to her absolute limit, put through pure hell and agony with something that could be done over long stretches of time, instead of the split-second highs the click of her gun could offer...being brought to a pitiful condition like this...and with Yumeko getting so physical with her, paying attention to only her for a good hour or two...

    "Actually..." she huffed, a giddy smile working its way onto her face despite her exhaustion. "I think...this is more of a draw. We might have to go for another round to decide..."

    "So you still haven't learned your lesson..." Despite the cold gaze, she could tell that, this time, it was more for show than actual disappointment. "I guess I'll have to raise the stakes then..."
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    Rosalie, while she may have been reluctant to admit such a fact, had many friends, and was one of the kindest girls in school. While some boys may have been just a tad nicer (along with a tad bit more sensitive) Rosalie found herself with plenty of friends, although only a spare few close ones, sadly. She was often spending her time gaming and fantasizing about many an event that may happen in the future, yet she these thoughts were oft’ interrupted by the war of which side of her family was better. While being too old to be forced into one household or another, Rosalie found herself trapped, unable to picks sides for fear of being cast to the wayside by even her sister, who had sided with her mother since this war had started. Bretta, Rosalie’s oldest sibling and only sister, thought her mother was in the right. Brad, Rosalie’s twin brother (who happened to be a few minutes younger), was more towards their father, although he was rather indifferent about the entire thing.

     

    Rosalie, sadly, was trapped in the middle. She was decently smart, and on some subjects outclassed her brother, but her less than stellar grades and politeness made her a target for both of her parents. Trying to be as polite as possible, Rosalie took it upon herself to listen to everything someone had to say and only risk arguing if she knew it wouldn’t prolong the conflict. It was something she had done all her life, and while it was courteous, it lead to her being spotted as someone who would listen to all of someone’s troubles. Her parents, instead of going to Rosalie’s brother or sister, would head to her with their troubles, upsetting her and leaving her depressed for the rest of the day, if not longer. It didn’t help that, the more depressed she got, the more her grades slipped, and the more her parents blamed her for their divorce.

     

    As un-luck would have it, it Rosalie’s troubles only worsened. One of her close friends, having left to another school due to zoning, lost contact with her. The next time she heard from him was from another friend, and the text her “friend” displayed was… less than favorable, only making the world fall further away from her. The “friend” even started to distance herself from Rosalie, keeping a façade of friends while glaring daggers behind Rosalie’s back, and a few times at her face as well. Feeling like her life was in shambles, she spent many a sick day barricaded in her room, trying to calm down while trying to keep her parents out. The fact her true friends actually worried about her was lost on her, but nary could a thing brighten her mood those months.
    Somehow, with all these built up emotions still sealed up, it got worse. One day, during a club meeting (who her “friend” Allie was also part of), something went horribly wrong. She was just chatting with her friends when Paul’s eyes went wide. “Ew, Rosalie, what are you doing?!”

     

    “H-huh?” Uttered Rosalie, confused for only a few seconds. The warmth was the first thing she noticed, then the wet, damp feeling, and soon the embarrassing splashing noise. Looking down, Rosalie was horrified to witness not a spilled cup, not some freak hallucination on her part, but a yellow waterfall cascading from the edge of her seat to the floor, a rippling, expanding puddle forming at the foot of it. She stood up and pushed her hands between her legs, but it was no use, her accident barely halted, resurging once more after drenching the front of Rosalie’s once cute short-skirt.

     

    “What’s hap- Oh, gross, couldn’t you tell you needed to go before that happened?” Patricia, a close friend to Rosalie and Allie alike, seemed to be the next to speak up. Her face said it all, “How can a girl your age be wetting herself. Heck, how can a girl your age not even notice when you have to pee that badly?”

     

    “I-I… I-I didn’t n-not-tice-ce…” Rosalie started to stutter, even repeating the end of her last word as it worsened dramatically. Hot tears welled up at her eyes, a few already traveling beside the bridge of her nose and around her lips. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. I haven’t had an accident since I was in third grade, and even then that wasn’t too bad…” She tried her best to ignore the thoughts of her bedwetting problems from years past, but she couldn’t, as the shame was too much, and she broke down, crying. She fell to her knees, hearing the heart-wrenching splash of her landing in the puddle, and her only dry hand tried to win a losing battle in keeping her face tear-free.

     

    That’s when she noticed it. It was hard to see with the rippling view of her eyesight, but it was there. Allie was smiling, almost chuckling to herself. Rosalie could hardly believe it, but the façade had slipped when it truly should have remained on, and as her hands fumbled to put her books away, Allie left the classroom in the commotion, her hand looking lewdly close to her womanhood as Allie ran in the direction of the nearest bathroom. While many things could have been interpreted, Rosalie took the more cynical approach, and her red hot cheeks almost looked like they grew brighter as her mind thought of what Allie may have salvaged from such a humiliating scene.

     

    After her friends finally switched over to sympathy-mode, Rosalie decided to leave early, unwilling to stick around and too disheartened to be walked out with a friend. She just wanted to lock herself in her room, have a “sick day” tomorrow, then spend the whole weekend praying her friends would forgive and forget. Her depressed shuffle and downcast eyes helped her notice something, as a soft *clunk* was heard and the sound of something skidding from the rebound made her eyes dart for the object. A pink book, bound in synthetic leather and the smell of strawberries wrapped around the pages, making the whole thing look like a personal diary of some girl. Allie’s favorite color being pink, and her path having been where Rosalie stood only cemented the fact that this must be Allie’s. Rosalie, being as curious as the pets her sister took away from her, flipped through the book, not seeing more than a single page with text on it. Apparently, the first few pages had been torn out, but the text on the non-torn page was all too clear. The text read:

     

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    Rosalie à Victim
    Me (Allie) à Witness 1 (EXTRA: sees entirety of situation)
    Paul à Witness 2
    Patricia à Witness 3

     

    Victim, without noticing at all, begins to wet herself. Witness 2 points it out (disgusted by scene), by which time Victim notices, stand up and attempts to stop it, but only makes it worse. Witness 3 points it out as well, also disgusted. Victim falls to the ground as she begins to cry, hear tears blurring her vision considerably.

     

    ~~~~~~

     

    Rosalie couldn’t believe what she was reading. Her own scenario was written down in this book, almost like the script to some sort of humiliating play. Even her shimmering vision was written down, a detail that seemed more like a command than a request. It had happened all like the book had stated, and yet, this only left her in more wonder than ever before. She had watched plenty of anime, and with a book like this having the possibility to make someone wet themselves, it seemed… unreal.

     

    It seemed…

     

    Well-deserved.

  1. An attractive young woman was driving fast down a road trying to look for a public bathroom. She had stomach cramps and knew it was going to be diarrhea. Her stomach kept making grumbling noises and she kept accidentally letting out loud, stinky farts, basically the most unladylike ones. "Oh please let me make it in time" she kept praying to herself. Then came the miracle sign indicating a public bathroom. She turned in and tried to move towards it as quickly as she could. About half way there her stomach made a loud grumble and she let out a loud fart that smelt like rotten eggs. "Oh no" she thought. The poo was about ready to come out. She held her bottom with her hands and ran to the ladies room.

     

    Once she entered, she was greeted by the most awful sight in the world. It was the most disgusting bathroom she'd ever seen. The walls were filthy, the floors were covered in cigarettes, mud, toilet paper, blood stains, poo and insects, the windows were stuck shut by cobwebs and the stalls were practically rotting away. She entered the first stall and tried to lock the door. The latch barely met with the lock and the gaps on the sides of the doors were so big that anybody could see right in from any angle on the outside meaning she had no privacy whatsoever. She opened the toilet and was greeted the horrid sight of a poo and toilet paper filling the bowl up to the top. She tried flushing but the whole thing overflowed. The girl ran out of the stall as quickly as possible. The other stalls were infested with wasp nests, insects, spiders and dead rats. Finally the last stall was empty and the cleanest of the toilet despite still being horrific by public bathroom standards. She pulled her pants and undies down and let the volcano erupt. She groaned with discomfort as lumpy and watery diarrhea squirted into the toilet bowl accompanied by loud farting and the sounds of her poo splattering against the sides of the bowl. Then it came to a stop. All was quiet and the girl breathed a sigh of relief. Then what felt like two full pounds of diarrhea splattered out of the girl's poo hole all at once and it came out with an enormous fart and the splash was so big it soaked her entire bottom. It was finally over, she'd never felt that relieved and cured in her life. Then she reached over to grab some toilet paper... but there was none.

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    Beth inhaled,eyes watering as she put the clothing on "So the world is dead?"

     

    kat put the pistol in the back of her pants like shes seen many others do in movies "i dunno, theres still gotta be some life here cause if there wasnt what would be the point on having a gun?"

     

    beth put on the travel pack and felt it was kinda heavy she took it off and looked inside, what was inside surprised her it was another letter that said "kat i found these in your room thought should pack them just in case" beth looked under the letter and saw two pack of pull ups, beth zipped the travel pack back up snd handed it to kat "this ones yours"

     

    kat too her travel pack off and handed it to beth then looked insidethe one beth claimed was her,she read the note and saw the two packs of pullups and blushed slightly,she knew that beth already knew she wore them or at least use to "whats in yours?" she said curiously

     

    beth replyed "i dunno yet" then she unzipped the travel pack revilling yet another note "beth your mom told me to put this in your bag, i also put two filled canteens in there for you and kat" beth looked under the note to a surprise to see that her mother put two bags of size 6 diapers, beth remebered her bladder problem and remebered that she wore these all the time, before she took the chances of finding out she quickly took out one diaper, and took her pants and panties off and put the diaper on then her pants she then handed kat the panties and said "i-i dont n-n-need these a-anymore" blushing rapidly

     

    kat didnt really seem to care, for the simple fact it actully turned her on a little. "s-should we like try to find resources and stuff?" kat asked not knowing what to do

     

    "yeah i guess, since were in the middle of fricking nowhere we should pick path and start walking" beth replyed

     

    kat chose to walk north, as they were walkng for what felt like hours kat started to feel her bladder getting full she shrugged it off and continued walking. after a couple of minutes kat felt he bladder give out almost instantly, she felt her pantiesgetsoaked with urine an felt the warm wet piss go down her legs

     

    beth looked over at kat, well looking at her crotch to be exact she sensed that kat had to pee and was hoping she would hve an accdent almost instantly as she thought it kats crotch darkened and dark streaks went down kats pants making a puddle below her ~ continuned next chapter

  3. Emily’s Anniversary of an Accident

     

    Emily smiled gleefully as she awoke. While she hadn’t been much of a fan of Christmas last year (or the years prior, to be honest), Emily had been warming up to it.

     

    Well, actually, as much as she was reluctant to admit it, it really wasn’t the holiday itself she was warming up to, it was actually more so her sister. Lilly, a girl that had been a thorn in Emily’s side (and still partly was) had become closer to her over the year. They had been chatting a little more, spending more time together, and, while previously it seemed impossible, they were actually friendly to each other. That in itself was a big enough feat, but sadly, the friendliness had been waning as the months ticked by. By Halloween, Lilly was getting a more and more quiet, and by Thanksgiving, she was more distant than she had ever been. In fact, such thoughts may be the reason why Emily somehow forgot to get a present this year. Now, with roles virtually reversed, Emily had no idea what to do. In fact, their parents, after having a short breakfast with them, said they had to drive to a relative’s house, and that Emily was in charge while they were away for the day. While rather sudden, it gave Emily the perfect chance to talk with Lilly, although her hopes were virtually dashed aside the moment she her the doorbell ring.

     

    “Ah! It’s Sarah!” Lilly cried out, running past Emily.

     

    “Lilly, didn’t you hear mom and dad? No friends over unless you ask me first!”

     

    “W-well, can she come over now?”

     

    Letting out a gentle, lighthearted sigh, she nodded. “Sure, she’s over right now anyways, may as well not send her back home.” Emily approached the front door, greeting the small girl that had arrived. While Emily wore her rather tomboyish attire of a bland mismatch of long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, Sarah was wearing a long, thick, red skirt with a red sweater, along with a white scarf and coat. Her pink mittens, while a little off, fit well with the blend of the two colors, and besides, they complimented Lilly’s attire, which was more or less a violet version of Sarah’s clothes. Emily shook her head. While her personal dislike for skirts wasn’t something that she really took mind of, and she knew that the two girls wouldn’t get cold with such thick clothing, the fact that even the brands of clothing matched made Emily wonder if the two thought they were wearing the latest fashion.

     

    “So,” Sarah said, her joy already filling her lungs, “let’s have a snowball fight! There’s still plenty of snow from yesterday!” Lilly looked back at Emily, her eyes begging her to go outside. Both girls knew their parents still didn’t trust her outside without her older sibling, so it was only natural that Emily would be required to join them.

     

    “Fine, let’s go outside, just let me get dressed first.” As she was saying that, Emily was slipping her coat on over her arms. She wasn’t too willing to go upstairs and get a second pair of pants to stay warm, especially after her forgetfulness from last year.

     

    They all had agreed to have a snowball fight, and Emily being the oldest, she was against Lilly and Sarah. Two respective snow forts were built, each just below the height of their shoulders when standing, with Emily’s more of her size and Lilly and Sarah’s more of their size. The girls were quick to build their own stockpiles of snowballs before snowballs started sailing over the walls of each fort, a few hitting the faces of the three girls. They were all having a fun time, rapidly producing and hurling the frozen projectiles, blowing up in a powdery explosions.

     

    Soon enough, Emily started to notice a change in her sister. While she certainly seemed more energetic around Emily than she had ever been these last few months, something else seemed… off. After throwing with a little too much effort and almost falling forward, her eyes grew wide as her mittens buried themselves into her tight skirt. Lilly took notice and said something in return, but Emily couldn’t hear what the two were talking about as she was too far away to hear. Her worry, and part of her curiosity as well, made her move closer to see what was wrong. Lilly’s cheeks seemed unusually red, even for the chilly air that was blowing across all of their faces.

     

    “…said I can hold it, can’t you too?” Lilly muttered to Sarah, Emily able to pick up the last few words. Her eyes trailed up to her sister as her mouth shut tightly. Sarah, noticing her friend’s silence and Emily’s concerned look, quickly spoke up.

     

    “U-um, I think it’s about time we build a snowman!” Sarah shifted her weight, obviously just as nervous as Lilly was.

     

    “Y-yeah, I-I-I also nee- want to build a snowman…” Lilly’s voice seemed to taper off a little, but Emily paid no mind, she was just happy her sister was having fun once again. The display earlier, however, still had Emily a little worried.

     

    So, as they started rolling balls of snow on the ground to build them up, Emily leaned over to Lilly and whispered a small “Do you need to pee, Lilly?”

     

    Lilly’s back straightened at this, and it was obvious that she was absolutely flustered. “N-no, I don’t have to pee, I just… hurt my leg earlier, and it was stinging from the pain.”

     

    “Oh, really?”

     

    “Yeah, really.”

     

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Not really, not in the slightest. Lilly, her own thoughts already on her overworked bladder, were definitely not worried about her “injured” leg, which required no worrying in the slightest. Her legs were shaking, and she was surprised Emily had bought such a lie when her hands trembling so much from desperation. In fact, she was surprised she hadn’t already wet herself earlier, her bladder had even leaked a few drops into panties then, and she highly doubted she would hold on for much longer.

     

    However, the last thing she wanted was to give anyone an excuse to stay inside. That’s why, no matter how badly she had to pee, she wasn’t going to go inside.

     

    …outside, on the other hand…

     

    “H-hey, Sarah…” Lilly had approached her friend, who seemed to be holding on just a tad better than Lilly. “I umm… a-about needing to pee…”

     

    “Y-you want to go inside?” Sarah’s strained voice shook, as if close to breaking from the effort of holding her pee for so long.

     

    “N-no, I-I meant… w-we could always… ummm… p-p-pee outside…” Now Lilly’s entire body was trembling, scared of her friend’s response of doing such an unorthodox method when a much more cultured option was only a minute away.

     

    Sarah looked to her feet, contemplating the idea for a moment before shaking her head in refusal. “N-no, I know you’ve been getting me the last few months to play that game with you, b-but girls don’t do that, it’s icky…”

     

    Lilly didn’t mind how Sarah’s vocabulary was a little childish, even for her age, but the answer was still clear. “But Sarah, if we go inside, you tend to decide to stay inside, and I really want to play in the snow just a little bit longer. …Besides, you don’t look like you can hold it much longer.”

     

    Sarah was silent. She knew she had a tendency to be rather lazy after doing any kind of work, but she wouldn’t ever want to do that in place of using an actual restroom. But, her bladder was still sending rather urgent signals, so she decided it was best to give it a try. “O-okay, b-but let’s at least go somewhere private first…”

     

    The tried their best to get out of sight, but so many places were exposed. Finally, they realized something. Their snow fort from earlier was one of the least exposed areas in the entire backyard. “Here, if you want, we can both go at the same tim-“

     

    “No! I-I’ll just… wait for you first, if that’s okay…”

     

    Lilly shrugged, hiking up her skirt and squatting down. She didn’t even have a chance to pull her panties down, as her legs being exposed to the cold air made her start peeing almost instantly. She tried her best to keep pee from landing on her shoes, but the steaming, hot pee was still somewhat getting on her legs. When she decided to try and take her panties of anyways, it was worse, as it practically started spraying over her legs. However, melting yellow snow and obvious small steam cloud aside, the relief was just too good, and the warm pee on her legs helped warm her up as well.

     

    Sarah, however, couldn’t feel the relief, and no matter how much she tried to cover her ears, she could still hear the sound of gushing urine, and it all but helped her need to pee. She started to feel a trickle of warm liquid running down her leg, and while she was now more than ever tempted to yank down her panties and pee next to Lilly, her hands shot down to her skirt to stem the flow, and they remained there, unable to move without flooding herself. The sighing girl beside her only made her need worse and worse, and as her hand pushed harder and harder, all that came in reply was a faster and faster stream, until the floodgates open all at once, the front of her skirt turning a dark, dark red despite her best efforts. A similar cloud of steam and melting yellow snow formed below her, but her face was absolutely scarlet in the shame of having wet herself involuntarily. Sarah sniffed as she was unable to keep the tears from falling down her cheeks, and her pee soaked mittens were inches away from her face, trying to cover her cheeks without getting pee on them.

     

    Of course, it was about that time that Emily showed up. “What are you girls do-” She cut herself off as her eyes took in the whole scene. Lilly quickly dropped down her skirt and tried smoothing it out while Sarah tried her best to hide her obvious accident.

     

    “L-Lilly wanted to pee outside, a-and so I was going to as well, b-but I couldn’t hold it, a-and she didn’t want to pee anywhere else, a-and…” Sarah was babbling nonstop, trying to find some way to explain it to Emily without having her think it was her idea to wet herself.

     

    Lilly scuffed her shoe in the melted snow, eyes cast to the ground. “I-I… um… since last year, I’ve kinda… grown to enjoy needing to pee and stuff like that. I-I wanted to tell you and all, Emily, b-but I was afraid you may think I’m a creep and all, a-an-“

     

    “Lilly…” Emily interrupted, crouching down beside the girl, a reassuring smile on her face. “I’m your sister, I’m the last person to judge you, and anything that’ll make you happy will make me happy. Besides…” Emily winked at Lilly. “I forgot to give you a Christmas present as well, and agreeing to help you enjoy those feelings even more will be my gift to you.”

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    Eileen laid down in the bushes, as she aimed her rifle at the bench across the stream. A young lady had sat down, next to wear her target was supposed to sit. Eileen just laid in the bushes, patiently, when her target appeared. The target was another young woman. As her target sat down, the two women began to chit chat.Eileen felt a sudden desperation to pee.

     

    Eileen didn't want to leave her post.She thought, "Im not seeing anyone today. Why dont I just pee myself?" Eileen began soaking herself, with great relief. After relieving herself, something felt wrong. The massive puddle was running up her belly. Eileen began panicking, Tears started forming in her eyes, while the pee was being absorbed by her bra . Eileen stood up, and inspected her completely pee soaked clothes.

     

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    I was a prince among the Pokemon and when my parents were assassinated I was given the political power and I had thought the Enders were the cause of their death. I started a war between us. The war had waged on and I had even served for the Army because even though I am a King I needed to find the assassins who killed my parents. One day It was a huge battle and both armies were even when out of nowhere a Ender Man Grabs on to my throat and rips my arm open only to spit into the wound.
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    I had to know. It was gnawing at me all night. What did that woman in the ruin want with me? She seemed to have gone through an awful lot of trouble just to get my attention. I tossed and turned in my bed, agonizing over the thought of it all. She did seem to know something of dragons, and the appearance of those things was a total surprise. And ever since the Imperials captured me at Helgen...

    “New blood! Knock it off!” someone yelled at me. Njada Stonearm’s nasty scowl directed right at me.

    “Sorry...” I murmured. I snuggled my blanket again, softly resting the side of my face against the pillow. I shut my eyes, and try to let fatigue to the rest...

    But her voice continued to echo in my head...

    “I’m sorry, I leaked the information about the Wuuthrad fragment in the hopes that you would be sent after it, Karlie.”

    Over and over it played through my head. I couldn’t ignore this feeling, constantly eating away at me.

    “Forget it!” I whispered to myself. I got up, slipped on some night robes and boots, grabbed my sword, and headed upstairs. I had to know what the woman wanted.

    ***

    Now, please note that night robes in Skyrim are not some flimsy thing you can see my underwear through. They’re quite thick and furry, keeping me relatively warm from the cold night winds that blew between my legs. But in any case, I made my way up and around the stone path that went behind the meadery, over the hill, and lead to the little town of Riverwood. A quaint and peaceful place; there’s only a handful of buildings, in addition to a lumber mill that bordered the nearby river. Illuminated only by the torches of the guards and the dim glow of the nearby forge, no place ever seemed quite so serene.

    I walked up to the inn, and pull the handle. Before I can open the door completely, a man bursts out suddenly, knocking me on my ass.

    “Help! Help! Guards! Murder!” He kept yelling. As soon as I recovered my bearings, I looked up to see guards rushing towards us, weapons drawn. About four guards, I would say. The first three rushed inside, while the last one pointed his blade directly at my neck.

    “Don’t move, breton!” He shouted.

    “I-I only just got here! I have no idea what’s going on!” I protested.

    “That remains to be seen!”

    The man who knocked me down then came over and grabbed my arm. With the strength of nord, he pulled me up to my feet.

    “It’s all right, I merely knocked her down by mistake. She’s just a stranger.”

    The guard eased up and lowered his weapon. “Fine, but I’m still keeping my eye on you!” he sneered.

    “Sorry about that.” The man said to me.

    “What happened?” I asked, brushing my robes off.

    “The owner, Delphine! She’s been murdered!”

    “What!? How!?”

    “I don’t know,” the man said. “She was holed up in her room for so long, that I thought maybe I’d bring her a drink and some food. I knocked on her door, and she didn’t answer. So I went in, and there she was. On the floor, dead.”

    “Killed by a weapon?”

    “Looked that way, except that I had been running the bar all night and I never saw anyone enter that room but her!”

    Well that gave me pause. First of all, none of my questions could be answered now. Second, well... I don’t even know! Why would the one person who could give me answers suddenly be assassinated?

    “Do you mind if I took a look as well?” I asked.

    “Be my guest. If you can give any answers, I’d be grateful.”

    And so I went inside, despite the guards’ protest. Looking at the body, I would definitely have to conclude that the murder weapon was a small blade. Larger than a typical dagger, but shorter than a sword, or at least far more narrow. But as the man outside said, what was the entry point? The room had no windows to speak of, there was only one door. Did they teleport through somehow? No, that couldn’t be because spells of that magnitude almost always create some noise due to all that energy being used. So what then? As much as I wanted to provide an answer for that guy, I just didn’t see a rational explanation for any of this, lest the gods themselves decided to strike Delphine down.

    A hand grabbed my shoulder. It was that same man.

    “Begging your pardon, miss, but is your name ‘Karlie’?”

    “Yes. How did you-”

    “Delphine.” he answered. “My name’s Orgnar.”

    “What did she tell you?”

    Orgnar shook his head. “Not here. Let’s wait until the guards leave.”

    ***

    After about a half-hour of investigating, the guards finally cleaned up the body and departed.

    “Here, come have a drink.” Orgnar called. “Ale or mead?”

    “Ale, please.” I responded. No way I was drinking that nord swill. Orgnar grabbed an amber bottle and began to pour its contents into a pair of silver mugs. I walked over, sat down at the bar, and had my beverage passed to me.

    “So tell me...” I said before taking a drink. “What did Delphine say about me?”

    “She said that you were the one who defeated the dragon out in the plains of Whiterun.” Orgnar answered. “But you couldn’t absorb its soul because you aren’t Dragonborn.”

    I nodded. “And she told me she was going to tell me more if I visited her here.”

    “Well it’s something that Delphine only trusted with a few people, but it’s a little-known fact that Delphine was actually a member of the Blades.”

    I raised an eyebrow as I took another drink. “You mean the dragon hunters who formerly served as the Emperor’s guard?”

    Orgnar nodded. “The very same. But as you might know, the Thalmor extinguished them all during the great war; all but a few.”

    “Do you think it was the Thalmor who killed her?”

    “I wouldn’t put it past them, but the Thalmor are prideful. If they knew who Delphine was and where she was hiding, they wouldn’t be sneaky about, they would just come in and kill her.”

    I put a finger on my lips. “What about the Dark Brotherhood?”

    Orgnar shook his head. “I doubt it. Delphine kept to herself most of the time, not bothering anyone and I don’t see the anyone as prideful as the Thalmor resorting to a ritual like the Black Sacrament.”

    “Good point, but what does that leave?” I asked.

    “I’m not really sure.” Orgnar sighed. We both took a big chug of our drinks and let our gaze drop to the side. Truly, nothing was more aggravating than having a mystery and not having enough facts.

    “What other enemies would the Blades have?”

    “Off the top of my head...” Orgnar pondered. “Followers of Mehrunes Dagon might have a grudge to bear because of what happened during the Oblivion Crisis, but that cult was exterminated ages ago.”

    “What else?”

    “I’m really not the person to ask about such things.” Orgnar mused. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help.”

    I shook my head. “It’s not your fault. I have a feeling that whatever is going on is a lot bigger than just us.” I finished the last of my drink, and gave a hand shake to Orgnar. “Thank you for the drink.”

    “No problem. I hope you find out what’s going on.”

    “As do I.” I tightened my scabbard to the belt of my robes, and set off to return to Jorrvaskr.

    ***

    I think first light was beginning to break. The sky seemed to illuminate slightly as I opened the hall doors. The embers of the central fire pit glowed dimly, as Tilma the Haggard went around cleaning the place, and Torvar eased back onto a bench, finishing off a bottle of mead.

    “A bit early, even for you.” I commented.

    “It’s never too early for mead, girl.” He replied in a slurred voice.

    “I’ll take your word for it.” I suppose I wasn’t in much of a position to say such things, seem as how I had just finished off a mug of ale, but then again, I hadn’t slept yet. And by now, I was tired. I walked down the stairs to the Jorrvaskr barracks, and went over to my bed. I removed my robe, letting it drop to the floor and leaving me in just my underclothes, at which point I fell atop the bed, quickly covering my bare body with the blankets.

    A familiar tingling sensation began to tickle my... unmentionable area. “Oh dammit...” I whispered. “Did that ale really pass through my body so quickly?” Barely an hour passed after I had finished my drink and I already have to pee. Honestly though, I was so tired that I really didn’t care. Within minutes, I was fast asleep...

    ***

    “Come on, Karlie! Let’s go!”

    Hermir urged me to go with her into forest.

    “But won’t our parents be mad?” I asked.

    “They won’t care! I want to show you something, it won’t take long!”

    We went up the hill, us two kids. I had the dagger that my mother had given me on my seventh birthday, but if something like a sabre cat attacked, I knew I couldn’t defend either Hermir or myself. But when Hermir set her mind to something, there was no talking her out of it. Might as well go with the flow.

    “Just a little further.”

    I was getting tired. The hill was pretty steep and we were climbing quite high. Kynesgrove was barely visible through the thicket of bushes and tree trunks.

    “Come on, Hermir!” I protested. “We’re getting too far away now. What if a bear or a wolf shows up?”

    “All right, this’ll do then.” Hermir walked over next to the massive stump of a fallen tree.

    “So what’s this about?” I asked.

    “I wanted to show you something really cool.” Hermir gestured to the stump. I peeked in, and inside was the largest spider I had ever seen. Must have been nearly thirty centimeters in diameter.

    I grimaced. “Why are you showing me this?” I looked over at Hermir. Suddenly, I no longer saw the body of a young child, but a grown woman. It was then that I looked upon my own body, and it seemed I was grown up too! How in Oblivion did that happen?

    “I have something else I want to show you.” Hermir said. She reached for the edge of the bottom of her cloth shirt. Fiddling with the edge, she grabbed it and pulled her shirt right off. A nice firm pair of breasts were now in view, with pink nipples stiff from the cold, Skyrim air. Hermir then reached for her belt, and unfastened it, letting her pants drop to the ground, and I found myself gazing right in between her thighs.

    “Let’s get naked!” She yelled excitedly. “I won’t tell if you won’t!”

    I swallowed. I wasn’t too comfortable revealing myself to people in this fashion. But... Hermir was a close friend, so for her... well... “All right.” I said. And so I loosened my belt and slipped my dress off. As I threw it to the ground, I saw that I already didn’t have any undergarments on. Surprisingly, and despite my own hardened nipples, I didn’t feel cold in the slightest. In fact, I was quite comfortable. Two girls- or rather, women, standing around in the forest, stark naked.

    “Now watch this!” Hermir put her fists on her hips, and then stood with her legs spread apart. She looked at me, and then looked at the ground directly in front of her bare feet. In the next instant, a stream of fluid came gushing out from between her legs.

    “Y-You’re peeing!!!” I screeched.

    “Yeah!” Hermir laughed. “Isn’t that amazing?”

    “How is this ‘amazing’!?!” I yelled.

    “I’m peeing like the boys do when they’re outside!”

    I was both confused and bewildered. First of all, seeing my best friend naked was extremely embarrassing. Watching her do something as private as peeing just made matters worse. Second, I felt like this event had already happened at some point in my life, though I don’t remember it happening in my adult life...

    Hermir’s stream of urine died down into a few drops, and then nothing. I looked down in the dirt at the bubbly puddle that was slowly being absorbed by the earth beneath it. I looked at Hermir’s dripping wet crotch, then to her torso, and finally up to her mischievous grin. She pointed at me. “Now you try!”

    “What!? But I don’t have to go!” I cried.

    “Oh, please!” Hermir scoffed. “You always have to pee!”

    “That made no sense,” I replied, but soon after she said that, my bladder instantly felt full. “What!? But I didn’t have to pee a minute ago!”

    “Like I said, you always have to pee, Karlie!” Hermir kept goading me on. “Come on, just pee in the dirt, but do it like a boy! No squatting!”

    I whined. But I really had to go. No one but Hermir was around, and all my clothes were off so... what did I have to lose?

    “Fine...” I moaned. I spread my legs apart just as Hermir did. As soon as they were open, Hermir walked over and knelt down beside me, her head at the same level as my hips, looking directly at my unmentionable area. “What are you doing?” I asked.

    “I want to... make sure you do it correctly!” Hermir laughed.

    I rolled my eyes. She obviously had some other motive, but I really had to pee so I didn’t care.

    “I think I can handle it!” I snapped. I placed my hands around the inner sides of my thighs and pulled open the proverbial flood gates. And I relaxed. A few seconds passed, and I felt something begin to snake along inside me. That “snake” went through to my crotch, and then began leaving in the form of a pale translucent stream. “I-I’m doing it! I’m peeing!” I exclaimed. I watched in delight as my urine piddled into the ground, bubbling up among the dirt, leaves and twigs with puffs of steam rising up into the air. I was laughing. Somehow this was just the coolest thing ever. Was it because girls aren’t supposed to go pee outside, or standing up? My inner rebel crying out with a desire to urinate outdoors like boys? Who knew? But... that’s when I woke up.

    My eyes snapped open. I was immediately alerted by the feeling of liquid leaving my body from between my legs, wet warmth spreading over my thighs, and splattering onto the stone floor below. I tensed instantly, and the flow of pee stopped.

    “Did I... seriously... just wet the bed?” I whispered to myself. Worse yet, did anyone notice? I peeked my head up, looking around the room, all the while trying to hold back the torrent of urine that still wanted to come out. No one in the room. Must be pretty late in the morning. I threw off the covers and looked between my legs. My underwear had a fair-size wet patch on it, my legs dripping with urine, and a nice wet spot on the mattress right under my hips.

    I felt a brief spurt then leave my body, and flow down my behind. “Sweet Talos, I’d better pee before I lose it all right here!” My hands went straight into my crotch and I squeezed tightly. I was about to leave for the lavatory, until I realized, I never found out where that was! There might not even be one! “Perhaps I should just go outside then...” I said to myself. But then I looked down at my body. Wearing nothing but my smallclothes and going out into public to relieve my bladder? Not if Azura herself commanded it! But this was an emergency! I quickly looked around the room. There had to be something I could pee in! There was a small urn in the far corner of the room, but I’d have to walk to get there. On the other hand, right next to me, there was a dresser. “Pee in the drawer?” I asked. That seemed too weird. So I took a step towards the urn-

    “Agh!” I lost control. Only briefly, but I lost it nonetheless. A long spurt left me and ran down the back of my leg.

    “To hell with it!”

    I opened the drawer, then started to slip my underwear off, but my muscles gave up midway. I started peeing, uncontrollably before I could get my underpants all the way off. As warm fluids began to run down my legs, my heart began to beat much faster. Thinking quickly, I lifted my right leg and placed my foot atop the drawer, and positioned myself so that my urine was directed into the drawer. Luckily, there was nothing but a ruined book and a few loose coins in there. I closed my eyes and sighed in relaxation as I finally let all my urinary muscles go limp, and I started peeing in the drawer at full force. I really hoped there was no one outside, because the sound of my pee hitting wood with maximum strength was pretty loud. I finally opened my eyes and looked below where I was peeing. A bubbly yellow pool was quickly filling up inside the drawer, with the pungent aroma of both ale and pee filling my nostrils.

    How much time had gone by? A minute? Two minutes? It felt like that much time passed by but in spite of that I was still peeing! “Someone’s going to come in and see me, I just know it!” I began to fret. My bladder felt only half empty, while this drawer was about half full. I looked down at my stream, my face wrought with worry. I bent down, placing my head near to my crotch and looking straight into my private place. “Please be done soon!” I whispered. “We’re going to get thrown out of the Companions if someone sees us like this!” But pee just kept coming out. “Come on, be a good girl and stop peeing, at least for now!” In spite of all my nice words, she wouldn’t listen to me! I closed my eyes and gently placed my hands around the opening. “I promise no more ale late at night!”

    Somehow, after that last statement, the seemingly unending stream of pee began to die down. From a jet, to a trickle, to a few drops, to nothing. “Thank you!” I whispered softly, and gave my womanhood a gentle pat on the...well... the hood. The aroma of my urine had totally filled the air. I quickly closed the drawer, and grabbed my underwear off the ground. I slipped them back on as fast as I could, and then began to don my armor. I put the blankets over the wet spot on the bed, then I grabbed a small rug and wiped up what had leaked through the mattress and onto the floor below.

    I closed my eyes and frowned. “I swear I will never drink for at least an hour before going to bed.” Someone was bound to find my pee in the drawer sooner or later, and then what? I mean, I doubt anyone really had the ability to trace it to me, but... aaaaaaaggghhh!!!! I don’t even want to think about it anymore! I put on my boots, grabbed my sword, and headed upstairs.

  5. Yuskai started to pack her bags, she had finally finished all of her exams and her room mate was already gone. She never got the chance to ask her about her wet sheets or the extra wet clothes. she stammered about it and then decided to avoid the conversation all together, she couldve been wrong about the whole thing anyway. She stuffed her pants and shirts into the main cavity of the suitcase and stuffed her panties and socks into the small portion of the bag. She never really liked going home, her grandma, although a very good cook, didnt understand her at all, but luckily for her, she never had situations that involved peeing at her home. She was excited to finally have a normal day, well normal weeks, of none wet wintery fun.

     

    She finished packing her bag, grabbed her keys and ID and headed into the hallway. pulling her bag along as she left. She locked the door behind her and checked her phone. she had just received a test from her god brother
    "Im down stairs :]"
    She extended the handle and kicked it back then started to roll it down the hall way. She went around the corner and down the south side hall, another corner turned ans she was at the stair well. She lifted the case of the ground and carried it down with a bit of a struggle. She walks down making it to the second floor lobby and looks out over the railing out into the parking lot, seeing her brothers van she quickly walked down the stairs as carefully as she could down the narrow stairs and out the door. The air had a chilled bite to it, but she didnt mind. She walked over to the van and tapped the window. Her god brother, a 36 year old professor at the school, opened the automatic side door of his blue van and she tossed her belongings in to it. She smiled and opened the passenger door and got in, relaxing and leaning back in the seat.

     

    "so, are you exciting to be going home?"
    "not really, im more happy to not have class for over a month"

     

    He laughed and pulled out of the girls parking lot and started their drive back to her home. Snow had started to fall earlier and a pure white blanket had started to cover everything except the street, it was still to warm for snow to form on it. She watched the outside fly by in a blur of white.
    "Im surprised that its actually snowing this early in December" she whispered to herself as she started to doze off. Not long after she feel asleep she awoke to the dumping road she always recognized; she was close to home. She woke up to see the same pure white snow everywhere and covering everything. She looked at the Piggly Wiggle and the dollar stores. They stopped at the only stop light in the middle of town and turned let, driving a short distance before turning again down a narrow back road that lead to her old tiny house.

     

    He dropped her off and said his goodbyes as she pulled her suitcase out of the van and dropped it in the fresh snow, messing it up for the first time, No foot steps were near the car, she knew her grandma hadnt left yet. she lifted her luggage and carried it the short distance. she pulled her key out and unlocked the door her kitten running to her and then running away, like all cats do when people first come in the house. She sat her things down
    "Grandma im home..." she said with unamusement. the house smelled like old people and cat litter... but the cat litter was her fault.. She walked through the living room and peaked her head into her grandmas room which was the very next room. She was laying down and probably sleep she didnt feel like waking her... she didnt really feel like talking either. She looked at the time and decided she would explore around the block and ruin the fresh still fallen snow.

     

    She did like being home much but she came to see her cat and check in on her grandma. She walked back into the living room and headed out the door. The thought to go to the bathroom before she left crossed her mind, but she didnt fell like walking through the house. She closed the door behind her and started her walk heading down the porch steps and out into the street since there was no side walks until she reached the corner. She walked, her shoes crunching the snow, it was quite and everyone seemed to be in there homes. As she walked she could feel her bladder filling, she knew holding wouldnt benefit her this time, she walked a few more minutes until she came to a house. She knew no one lived there but it was kept nice by someone who lived on the lake. Looking around she stated to walk toward the back of the house, she looked around at all the white. and nothing had disturbed it. She hopped no one would track her foot prints back there. She walked up beside the porch and looked at the white ground... *am i really about to do this... *

     

    she felt herself becoming a bit aroused, she tugged at her shirt and started to undo her pants, she un zipped them next and started to lower them along with her panties, they had formed a mid sized wet spot in them. she started breathing heavily her breath forming light steam around her. She started to squat down her sex throbbing slightly the cold stinging her ass. Finally, relaxing she released her pee, She watched at the snow in front of her melted and turned yellow with her stream, the heat causing a misty steam. she moaned slightly. She vaguely remembers not having accidents at some point in her life and the slightly faded thoughts had started to try and re enter her mind. Her hand wandered to her lower region before she even finished and she touched herself slightly. Suddenly she could here snow, it was crunching and coming up behind her. Turning around slowly she nervously looked to find a boy around her age standing behind her. She sat there stunned and just looked at him her pee stream finally stopping to golden drops that melted the snow under here. She started to blush but she couldnt scream. The only thoughts she had were.. *how do i keep ending up in these situations..*

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    As the Queen of Arendelle Elsa must upkeep her duties including attending the meetings with the mayor. Normally she doesn't mind going but today she had an issue, she forgot to use the bathroom that morning.

     

    Elsa was trying hard to focus on the meeting but all of her attention was focused on not wetting herself in front of half the town. "Are you alright?" Anna whispered. Anna is always welcome to attend these meetings but generally could not be willed to get out of bed, this was not one of those days.
    "Yeah," Elsa said, "I just kind of have to pee really bad."
    "C-can you wait until the emd of the meeting?" "I don't know."
    Anna raised her hand. "Wait Anna!-" "Do you have a question?" The mayor said. "Sir, can we maybe take a 5 minute break?" "And why may I ask?" Anna was squirming in her seat. "I really need the bathroom." "You should have gone before the meeting started." "I'm sorry I was running short on time, please I don't know how long I can hold it." "I'm sorry the rules remain as is there is only 30 minutes left I'm sure you can wait that long."
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    "I'm sorry Elsa, the mayor just doesn't listen to reason." Anna said.
    "It's alright, thank you for not putting me on the spot." "Of course."
    Elsa suddendly stiffened and leaned over as a long spurt of urine leaked
    out. "Are you alright? "Anna panicked. "D-did it just leak out some?" Elsa nodded with tears threatening at the corner of her eyes. "Um Sir," Anna said, not raising her hand this time, too frantic to care. "What is it this time?" The mayor sounded livid. "Elsa is feeling very sick." Like I'm going to fall for-" He noticed the distressed look Elsa had and knew she was being serious. "Very well, I usually don't allow this but under the circumstances you are dismissed." Elsa nodded at the mayor and hurried out of the room.
    Her underwear was soaked and a wet spot was barely visible on her dress.

     

    She was pleading with herself not to lose it as she hurried to the bathroom. A slow but steady stream had begun to flow out of her and she rushed inside one of the stalls, she had begun to pull down her underwear when the floodgate opened. She sunk to the floor as a large puddle had formed underneath her. "Oh Elsa," Anna said quietly. She left quickly and Elsa cried even harder feeling she had been abandoned by her own sister.

     

    Anma soon returned with a dress. "Elsa?" Anna said. Elsa stopped crying and relief had flooded her. "I brought you your clothes." They always kept a spare change of clothes because you never know what could happen. Elsa slowly took the clothes and then hugged her. "T-thank you, I thought, I had been abandoned." Elsa whispered the last part, now feeling ashamed of herself, of course Anna would never do that. "Elsa nothing you do could ever make me abandon you. This is just a natural body function and that ass of a mayor should have allowed the break." Elsa smiled, "Yeah your right, I know who I'm not voting for next election. "You're the queen can't you just fire him?" "Anna!" You know I can't just do that, besides despite his being an ass sometimes, he's one of the better there's been." "Yeah thats true."

     

    Elsa had cleaned up and changed into new clothes just before the meeting ended and they hurried out of there as to not draw suspicion.
    When they got home Elsa took a bath. When she got out lunch had been prepared and she sat down to eat. "Anna," "Hmm?" "Thank you for today." Elsa said. "Of course, that's what sisters are for."

  6. In the last chapter, our aspiring heroes woke up for another day of training. Their task was to determine a leader for the group that would come to be after combining two groups together. Their challenger, a mysterious one, challenges them to a duel to determine the leader, while the girls are still holding it in from the morning...

     

    "Ummm... Airi, Katarina, are you two okay?" Albus asks. "Ugh, not really. Where are the bathrooms in this place?" Airi replies. "Perhaps we should suggest the building of more bathroom," Matthis suggests. "Ummm, yeah, to who? The king?" Airi says back. "Actually, that isn't a half bad idea," Albus replies. "Do you think he has time to listen to us?" Katarina asks. "You never know until you try," Matthis responds. "He has a point," Albus points out. The four of them decide to suggest their idea to the king after dinner and head off in search of a bathroom.
    On the other end, Lau finds a nearby tree and proceeds to take a nap.
    The four aspirants continue searching for a bathroom, and find none. "How about you just go behind a tree or something?" Albus suggests. "Yeah, because NO ONE is going to notice at all two girls peeing behind a tree. Or two trees," Airi gripes. "Yeah, I would rather not," Katarina adds on. "Well then. Suit yourselves," Albus responds. They continue wandering for around 8 minutes, before they decide to head back to where they decided to fight the mysterious squire. As time passes on, minute by minute, second by second, the pressure grows more and more, quicker and quicker. The two girls eventually are walking really slowly, slow enough to be late for the fight. In an attempt to hold her bladder longer, Airi squeezes her thighs together and jams her hands into her crotch to be too late, as she starts leaking into her panties, staining her dress, and eventually generating a waterfall of pee streaming down her legs and leaving a dark blue spot on her dark blue skirt. Realizing this, she immediately removes her hands and continues emptying herself, now with the splashing sound loud enough to make the boys turn around and watch. "Grrr... stupid lack of bathrooms around here! Why can't the build more?" "Ai, calm down, its just a small stain on your-" Albus gets cut off by Airi as her face start glowing bright red, "No its not! Do you see this?" She pinches the wet spot and lifts it up, but not high enough to reveal what lies underneath. As she hold it up, some pee drips down as her peeing comes to a stopping point, leaving a dark spot on the gravel/dirt road underneath. "Hey, looking at the bright side, at least no one else is witnessing this!" Matthis points out. "Haah, whatever. Lets just-" before Airi could finish, Katarina squeezes her thighs together, but makes no attempt to jam her hands into her crotch, and instead, just puts her hands behind her back as she starts peeing in her panties. Similarly like Airi, the pee runs down her leg and onto the road beneath, leaving dark spots wherever he pee flows to. "Yeah, I guess they do need some more bathrooms," Katarina says softly. "I know, right?" Airi responds. Katarina's face starts turning red as she looks down in order to avoid eye contact. "It pains me to see you two having to suffer like that and humiliating yourselves like that," Matthis puts out. "Agreed," Albus agrees. "Since when did YOU have sympathy for me?" Airi asks. The group laughs at that thought. "Gah, we're running late!" Albus exclaims. "Katarina, you done yet?" "A-almost," Katarina replies as her peeing dies down to a few drips and drops. As Katarina starts taking a few steps, the group turns toward their destination and keeps walking.
    "Hmmm... you four are a few minutes late. Not that it matters, because that means I get more sleep beforehand," the shady squire remarks. "Yeah, well we had some incidents along the way because of poor... building." Airi replies. "I suppose we could run this like yesterday's test. I have already marked off the boundaries... well, mostly- and I will start in this corner while you four start in the opposite side. Deal?" "Sure, why not?" Matthis says. The rest of the group nods and heads to the opposite corner.
    The shady squire starts counting down from five, but on two, he brings out a blizzard tome and casts it at the group. Albus, agile enough, grabs Airi and drags her out the way while Katarina and Matthis jump in opposite directions to the side to avoid the spell. As Katarina gets back up, she feels and arrow whoosh by her arm and looks up to see Lau drawing another arrow and pointing his bow at Albus. Airi, noticing this, points at Lau and tells Albus to get out of the way. Being swift enough, he dodges it and starts charging at Lau in a zig-zag pattern. Lau makes no attempt to do anything about it as he casts another blizzard spell at Katarina, and it hits, freezing her in place. With Katarina frozen, he ducks as Albus swipes at him with a dagger and draws another arrow and fires at Airi, who is casting a fire spell at the same time, which cancels out the arrow. Lau fires a few more arrows at her, and she counters the first one with a fire spell, but gets hit in the arm by the second. Injured, she stumbles back and draws out a thunder tome to cast a thunder spell at him. Albus then stabs a tree instead of Lau, but turns around to attack him back as Matthis goes to heal Airi. Lau, being a tad too slow, gets cut in the back, and stumbles sideways before casting another blizzard spell at Albus. But of course, it misses, and Airi counters it with a fire spell, which hits Lau. Lau, injured both physically and magically, exchanges his blizzard tome for an wind tome, and casts it at the group in general, blowing them back and hurting them.
    The spectator from the sidelines smiles. The other one nods in agreement.
    Once the wind is over, Albus again charges at Lau in a zig-zag pattern. Lau, tired, attempts to dodge, but fails, getting cut and stumbling down, with Katarina coming from behind and slamming the hilt of her blade at him, making him fall, but mysteriously enough, he smiles.
    "Well done, you four. Just as I expected. You won with your teamwork." Lau states. "Sweet," Albus says. "So, uh, yeah, who's the leader?" Airi asks. "Ummm, Matthis I guess?" Katarina suggests. Matthis offers his hand to Lau, which Lau grabs, and Matthis pulls him up and heals him. "Thanks," Lau says.
    "That was most certainly an interesting fight," King Al says as he walks up to the five.
    "Ah! King Al, your highness!" Albus stutters, and the four squires take a knee, which Lau does not. "(psst-hey, Lau! You're supposed to kneel to the king!)" Airi whispers to him.
    "Heh heh heh, no need. Whether or not you want to bow or take a knee or whatever is up to you." King Al says. "And please do rise." "We were watching your fight with great interest. And you two, especially, an odd choice of class, but if you two can train harder, then I have nothing more to say than that was a great fight," Sir Seth adds.
    "He's right. Your teamwork and method of choosing is quite interesting. While some other groups did the same thing, the fact that you all went group against group rather than half against half is quite interesting. I should expect to see more from you all, yes?" King Al comments. "Yes, King Al!" the four squires shout. "Yes, will do," Lau says after the squires. "Oh, and don't forget to attend his speech tonight, as well as tell one of our scribes who you have chosen as leader," Sir Seth adds on. "Will do, sir," Matthis replies.
    "Good. Now, let's take our leave," King Al says. They walk off back to the castle.
    "He seems quite friendly," Katarina mumbles. "True, true, he is quite nice," Albus says. "Oh yeah, I've been wanting to confirm: what is that stain on the front of your skirt, Airi?" Lau asks. "Ummm... nothing!" Airi responds in an annoyed voice as her cheeks grow the slightest shade of red. "I think I know what it is, and I won't ask anymore," Lau says. "Now, if you excuse me, I have some business to attend to," Lau says before turning around and walking off. "What an interesting fellow," Albus says after he steps out of earshot. "I-I feel tired," Katarina says. "Perhaps we should head off to our room first." "And then after that, we can go tell King Al our idea from earlier," Matthis says. "Wait, why did we not ask him earlier when he was with us?" Airi points out. "Huh. Oh well. I guess we can tell him when we find him," Albus says.
    The four start heading towards the castle, heading for their room after a tiring day.

  7. TAYLOR AND ME (pt. 8)
    Waterfall

     

    My head was spinning, between the desperate state i was in and the person i was with; Taylor Swift, omg... and she was kissing me and had her hand down between my legs, and i was just about ready to lose it in more ways than one. And that was exactly what she wanted.
    I didn't need to worry about feeing humiliation and shame, it was just a game we were playing together, two little girls together... i smiled at the thought, and the tension drained away from my body.
    Despite my initial reluctance, i realized that fate had brought me here, and that everything in my life before now had been leading up to this moment.
    I no longer had any desire to win the contest, or to leave her.
    As long as i could still be with Norah, i would be happy to be Taylor Swift's little wetting doll too.
    Taylor would pamper me, she would dress me up in the same clothes that she wore, make me drink copious amounts of water to fill me up, and then she would watch as i peed my knickers for her, emptying myself over and over again.
    Just like my relationship with Norah, it was inevitable, it was perfect and it was meant to be.
    The only thing different was that Taylor would be sharing my desperation, and would sometimes wet herself right alongside me.
    And so, i stood up, knowing full well what would happen.

     

    "I'm yours, T.," i said softly.

     

    "Oh, Erica..." she sighed as she leaned in towards me.

     

    As Taylor kissed me deeply and put her hand down between my legs again, i finally lost control... or rather, i relinquished it, just as i had to my sweet Norah a few years previously.
    I began to wet myself, the hot pee gushing out from my tortured wee hole as i felt the almost sexual release, and it went on for what seemed like forever, flowing past her fingers, soaking through my panties, through the crotch of my tight skinny jeans and running down my legs, collecting in my borrowed high heels before it overflowed them and pooled there on the floor between my feet.
    I don't think i'd ever been quite so full in my entire life; at least that's how it seemed, because i just kept on peeing and peeing and peeing some more.
    It felt amazing, i can't deny it, and the fact that Taylor was still kissing me and pressing her hand up against me as i continued to let out a strong stream of urine into my black nylon panties made it even better, relief and arousal mixed inextricably now as i continued to squirt hot pee into my panties, and then it happened: the inevitable melding of those twin sensations into one shattering orgasm, making me weak at the knees.

     

    "OHHHMMMMMMghhhh," was all i could manage as my legs buckled under me and she pushed hard against both sets of my lips; as above, so below.
    The pressure of her fingers against my hot urethra made the pee flow harder in the same way that partially stopping up a gushing garden hose created a more intense stream, and the feeling was pure ecstasy now.
    No drugs or alcohol for me; no, this was my high, losing myself in this total loss of control to another, feeling this, and needing this, and never wanting the feeling to end.

     

    Finally, the stream of hot urine flowing from my overburdened bladder began to ease up, and as it did Taylor eased the pressure on my lips accordingly.
    She was playing me like a musical instrument, and her unerring sense of just what i needed at every instant was sheer perfection. She broke our long held kiss, and a soft sigh escaped her lips in tandem with one from mine.

     

    "OMG, T., that was totes amazeballs," i said quietly, trying to recover a bit of composure after being shaken to the very core of my being.
    The only other girl that had ever been able to do this to me was Norah, but Taylor Swift was almost her equal, i had to admit.

     

    She looked at me with a quizzical smile now.
    "Totes amazeballs?" she giggled.

     

    "Yeah, as in absolutely amazing!" i exclaimed.

     

    "Why thank you, sweetie- " Taylor was about to say something else when i looked down at the floor and interrupted her.

     

    "OMG, I'm so sorry, the carpet's a mess! Is that going to be a problem for you with the hotel staff?"

     

    "Don't worry about it, honey; I actually bought this suite awhile ago just to have whenever I'm in town. This can be our special place now-"

     

    She'd hardly gotten those words out before i jumped up into her arms and hugged her so tightly then, and she let out a huge gasp.
    Backing down, i mumbled, "I'm sorry..." again.
    Taylor laughed, and said, "No, it's OK that you hugged me, it's just that... ummm..."

     

    OMG, in the afterglow of my orgasmic release i had forgotten that she was just about ready to lose it herself!
    She was squirming with her own desperate arousal now, and it was truly adorable to witness.
    No wonder Norah loved seeing me like that!

     

    "Well, what are you waiting for?" i said with a smile as i pulled her close.
    As i took the lead for the very first time in my life and kissed Ms. Swift, i could feel her shudder and then she began to wet herself uncontrollably. I pressed my hand up between her long legs to return the favour as her hot pee spurted out of her and streamed around my fingers and she closed her pretty blue eyes and moaned in ecstatic surrender.
    "Ohhhhh, Erica.... Erica..."

     

    My thoughts turned to my gf Norah for just a moment... if only she could be here to see this, what would she think and what would she do?
    I could only begin to imagine what it would be like with all three of us together.
    Soon enough, though, i wouldn't have to imagine it.
    I knew it was only a matter of time now.

     

    <The End.... or is it just the beginning?> :smile: :smile: :smile:

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    So, A mother Kangaroo named Karen woke up from a long night feeling really rested, in nothing but a pink bra and panties feeling the sudden need to pee. It was so urgent that she had to force herself out of her comfort zone on the bed to immediately held her crotch besides it. "Oh, jeese, I'm glad I woke up in time" she whispered to herself, blushing slightly. Hanging by the bed, she was still uncomfortably cold and still in her undergarments, and not liking to walk around half naked, she hops up and moved slowly over to her dresser, pulling out the drawer with her pants in it. It took her 5 seconds of fidgeting around before she felt it was urgent enough not to need pants.

     

    She peeked out her door, checking to see that her son was still sleep by the fact that his door was closed, and figured it was safe to go out in her pink undergarments without fear of embarrassment. She had to go so bat that she rushed into the bathroom and haphazardly threw the door in behind her. She goes over to the toilet with both paws still pressed up against her panties, she takes one off as she crosses her legs and tries to pull them down, her claw can't even get between them! “Oh no!” She says, now having to shove both paws back down again, now squirming and bouncing on each leg. Crossing her legs this time, she takes her right paw and tries to pull down her panties again, from the side, and from the back. Still ineffective, and she groans pitifully as her legs keep shaking. Now tucking her tail between her legs, she pulls on it with one hand and pushes it against her privates with the other. Once she thinks she's pressed them tight enough, she lets go, forcing her to squirm uncontrollably. In one last attempt, she tries with both hands to pull off her underwear at all costs.

     

    Sporadically, she lets loose a few droplets of urine, making her gasp as she forces all her weight down on herself, slowly but somehow fighting the urge as she descends completely onto the toilet. Now, back under control, she sits there still for about a 30 seconds, panting to herself, before she's even able to release one paw. With that paw, she tries to pull off her panties from the bottom, but whatever adhesive is on them is both covering her inner thighs, and seems to be weakening from the moister. Thinking fast now, she hops up off the toilet, moves over to the sink (hopping from one foot to the next), and manages to jump up to the sink, placing her but just over it. Of course, it still then takes all her effort not to simply let go there, and between her moving a paw off her crotch and turning on the sink, she starts to let loose a bit. As the water hits the side of her panties, she's slowly able to work her claw into it. Even as with her paw held as tightly as can be, the dark part in her undies still grows...

    She's now raising her but into the air as her undies roll off, and just as she looses it completely, she hears the satisfying sound of urine hitting metal. No longer caring about her clothing being wet, she forces it all out. Karen sinks into the sink, tail waving slowly through the air, tongue out, releasing a satisfied “Aaaaahhhh” Sound...

     

     

     

     

    ...And then her son peeks in...

  8. (A.N: Before the chapter starts I want to thank Justice for revising the chapter for me. I hope you enjoy the chapter and please leave suggestions below.)

     

    Chapter 1

     


    Naomi quickly approached the market. She ignored all the brightly polished knives, swords, and axes. She took a sharp right and went into the local blacksmith. Even though there were many shops for weapons and armor they were all imported. If Naomi learned anything over her eight years of preparing for this day, it was that locally made armor was best for beginners; it was cheaper and reliable.

     


    Naomi barged through the entrance, almost knocking over an employee. She hastefully blurted out an apology and ran to the front counter.

     


    “Hey Kiddo!” said Issac. He is the blacksmith of the shop, Naomi had known him her entire life. He even gave her lessons in enemies she would encounter in the dungeons. He had once been an adventurer and had also taught her basic swordplay.

     


    “I’m no longer a kid Issac!” replied Naomi. She was already looking around the shop for equipment that she would need. She ran a checklist in her head, “Weapon, armor, and…….oh what was the last one.” She racked her brain for a moment but decided that if she forgot about it that it wasn’t of much importance.

     


    Naomi, after an hour or so of looking, decided on a basic breastplate, and some armor for her legs and arms, but she couldn’t find a weapon that she felt would work with her style. She had probably walked around the shop a hundred times by the time she gave up and grabbed a small dagger. She swung it in the empty space in front of her and decided that it would work for now.

     


    She thanked Issac and paid for the gear. She then hurried off to the entrance to the dungeons, weighed down a bit by the unfamiliar weight the armor gave her... even though it was only light armor. She boarded an elevator crowded by other eager adventurers. She wondered how the elevators worked and remembered a class she had a few weeks ago. They learned that crystals harnessing magic were used for energy and that the energy from the crystals was taken through adapters. She looked around and saw a crystal contained in a glass box.

     


    By the time she stopped thinking about the crystal she had reached the entrance of the dungeon. Dungeons could be above or below ground, and this one just so happened to be below ground. She stepped off the elevator and was immediately caught in the flow of people moving towards the exit of the safe zone. She fought her way through the human current and started to sprint ahead to get to the monsters first.

     


    She came across many split paths, and without remembering which she took, chose at random. Eventually, after many twists and turns, she came to her first enemy. At first glance one could mistake it for a human, but Naomi knew she was the only human out this far. The creature quickly turned around and lunged at her. It swung its sword downwards to strike her, but Naomi quickly drew her dagger and countered the attack. Although her dagger had a short length, it was light and allowed her to have quick movements. She jumped back to asses the monster. It was reptilian like in a way. It had scales but still had the overall shape of an average human. She recognized the creature as a goblin and planned her next attack accordingly. She remembered the countless books she had read stating that goblins had a strong attack but their defence was weak. She also remembered that their weak point was at their torso.

     


    Naomi sprung forward and the goblin followed suit. Their blades clashed and Naomi withdrew her blade from the goblin’s sword as if she was withdrawing again. Quickly she flipped her grip on her weapon and stabbed forwards. The goblin had lowered its defenses expecting her to pull back, but by the time it realised what she was doing, it was too late. The knife had plunged into its torso.

     


    Naomi stepped back, leaving her knife still in the enemy. Blood began to spew from the wound covering her in a coat of blood. It suddenly burst into white smoke, leaving behind her knife and a small crystal. She slowly walked over and grabbed the knife first. Her hands quickly put the knife back into its scabbard. She then bent down and picked up the crystal, turning it over in her hands. Her mind went back to something she read in a book.

     


    “After killing a monster, it will drop a crystal. The amount and/or size will depend on the monster's strength/level.” the crystal in her hand was quite small, so she figured that goblin was low level, “These crystals can be traded in for xera at safe zones. The crystals are then used for energy.”
    Naomi put the crystal into a small pouch on her belt and continued into the dungeon.

     


    She walked for about 20 minutes before coming across her next monster, and it was a singular wolf. She remembered from her reading, that these enemies usually came in packs of 10 or more. She quietly crept over to where the wolf was. She drew her knife and stood over the wolf ready to strike, but instead of striking, she almost puked.

     


    From afar it looked as if the wolf was just standing still. But in reality it was hunched over its meal. It was eating a fallen explorer. He had a huge chunk of flesh torn away from his throat. “That must have been the wound that killed him,” Naomi thought to herself. As grotesque as the scene was, she couldn’t leave the body there like that.

     


    She composed herself and prepared to stab the wolf. It happened so fast she didn’t know what had taken place. The wolf had heard her and whipped around, knocking Naomi off balance. The wolf had then lunged at her, biting her left arm and puncturing the armor protecting her wrist. Intense pain seared through her, but she couldn't get distracted now. Naomi held her knife in her right hand, so she was able to stab the wolf in the neck, killing it instantly. The wolf disappeared into cloud of white smoke as monsters did when killed.

     


    Naomi immediately began to treat her wound. She reached for her pouch, and then reality hit her in the face. “So…. that’s what I forgot…” she said to herself,”healing crystals.” There were also two other crystal types, health and mana restoration crystals. Blood had already thoroughly soaked the lower end of her sleeve and began to consistently drip onto the stone floor of the cave. “I need to get back to the safe area.” Naomi said. She began to trace her steps back when she realised two problems. One was that she didn’t remember which paths she took, and two, she found the rest of the wolf’s pack, and they were angry about their friend she had killed.

     


    There were about ten in total, all blocking the path in which she entered. Two of the ones in the front lunged at her. She managed to kill the one on the right by running her knife through it as it passed her, but the one on the left managed to make a considerably large wound along her left calf. The pain from the two wounds combined made her too weak to stand. She fell to the floor, silent tears falling from her eyes. “This is...this is how I die.”

     


    Suddenly, Naomi felt a warm trickle begin at her crotch. “Oh great,” She thought to herself,”now I’m wetting myself in fear.” She looked up a bit and saw the blood and the urine begin to mix a bit on the ground. For some reason, she began to feel a little relaxed. Everything seemed to be dimming. The pack of wolves was closing in, and soon she would be like the adventure behind her. A meal for the wolves.

     


    Her eyelids suddenly felt very heavy, so she decided to close them. She began to weep to herself curled up into a ball in a puddle of her own blood and urine. Her last moments of consciousness were filled with some girl screaming out to her and the sounds of a blade cutting through flesh. But what did she care, she was as good as dead.

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    Perfect. That was the only word that Ludwig would use to describe this day. The beach had been warm, sunny, and not too crowded. He and Alfred had spent the day lounging on the warm sand, walking hand in hand down the boardwalk, and swimming in the beautiful pacific. It had taken Alfred a little while to warm up to the idea of going swimming. Though he would never admit it, all the comments he gets about being a typical American fatass really bothered him. Ludwig thought he was beautiful, and really struggled to get the other to see that he had nothing to worry about. He smiled a little as he thought about how happy his lover was when he had finally coaxed him out of his tee shirt and into the warm water.
    Now he sat in the passenger’s seat of Alfred’s car as they drove toward his boyfriend’s apartment. Alfred was singing to the radio and weaving through slower traffic. They were only about 20 minutes away the apartment, and were both eager to get there.
    Ludwig sighed contentedly at the thought of soon being to release his aching bladder and spend the rest of the night laying around with his boyfriend. He stretched out and closed his eyes. Soon he felt Alfred’s hand searching for his own, and caught it before it wander too far up his lap. They had left the beach in a bit of a hurry, there was a thunderstorm in the forecast for the evening. So, when the clouds rolled in and the raindrops started to fall, the two packed up and left with the crowds, hoping to beat the storm home. Alfred knew Ludwig didn’t care much for storms, some trauma that he didn’t like to talk about had left him with a touch of PTSD. Thunder happened to be a trigger and as mild as he claimed his discomfort with it to be, Alfred didn’t want to put him in a bad situation.
    All was going well, until traffic stopped. The two waited, and waited, and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Outside the rain fell harder, adding to Ludwig’s growing discomfort. After a while longer, Alfred grew bored and switched the radio station to see if he could find out what was going on. The two groaned in frustration as a monotonous reported declared that the road that they were currently on would be out of service for several hours due to a massive pile up.
    “Great, we’re stuck! Seriously, what are we gonna do in a car for hours?”
    As the more energetic man complained, a throb from Ludwig’s bladder reminded him that several hours is indeed going to be a problem. He must have shown his discomfort, for the usually oblivious man whom he loved squeezed his hand a little tighter. “Don’t worry babe, I won’t let the storm scare ya!” The other scoffed, but didn’t respond. A little concerned by the agitated response, Alfred leaned over to give the other a reassuring kiss. However, he was blocked from touching the other’s body. “You okay?” Concern filled the sea blue eyes as he waited for the other’s response. “Ja, of course I’m fine.” Despite his words Ludwig flushed bright red. Alfred shook his head, seeing he was on to something. “You can tell me babe.” Ludwig knew he would have to tell him eventually, his face grew redder as he fumbled for the right words. “I um, I n-need to use the restroom, quite b-badly actually. I'm okay for now though.” He dropped his gaze to his lap, completely humiliated by the childlike display of weakness. “How bad is it? Do you think you can make it home?” He did a quick scan of the car to find a bottle or something. “I’m fine liebe, don’t worry about it. Do you mind if I take a nap?” Alfred shook his head and watched as Ludwig peeled his shirt off of his incredibly toned body and stuck it behind his head as a pillow, then reclined the seat. Alfred killed the engine and settled back to watch his boyfriend sleep. He felt bad for him. As he observer the sleeping man he noticed a bulge between the man’s hip bones. “He must have to go pretty bad.” He thought to himself. As if to answer the thought, Ludwig’s hand snaked beneath the waistband of his swim trunks and grasped at his length. This was something the proud German would Never do whilst awake. Alfred reached into the back seat and produced a fluffy beach towel. Gently, he covered the man, and smiled at his own heroic effort. He didn't want to see the humiliated look on Lud’s face when he woke up in such a position.
    Soon Alfred was forced to turn the car back on and inch through traffic with the rest of the displaced drivers. After about an hour of this torturous pace traffic stopped once again. As the American huffed in irritation he saw a blinding streak of lightning assault the skyline. Of course, the resulting thunder was just as impressive. Ludwig flew upright at the deafening sound, panic flashing through the crystal- blue eyes. Alfred layed hand on the disoriented man’s arm, and after a few deep breaths Ludwig returned his seat to its proper position. Alfred shot him a reassuring smile. “You okay?” Ludwig nodded and looked around. “We’ve moved?” Alfred shrugged, “Yeah, we’re about 10 minutes from my place now.” He stated in a rather disinterested fashion.
    Another 40 minutes came and went and Ludwig was in pure agony. There was no position that would silence the throbbing of his poor, abused bladder. Traffic had just started at a snail’s pace once more. Ludwig secretly knew he wasn’t going to make it home if something didn’t happen soon. Alfred chatted idly, trying to keep his lover’s mind off the storm and, well his other problem. It obviously wasn’t working. He scanned the car for anything the German could release himself into. Just as he came to the conclusion that there was nothing of use in the small car, traffic stopped once more. Ludwig groaned, desperation finally overpowering his pride. Not 5 minutes from home and he was about to lose it, tired muscles shaking in an effort not to embarrass himself. Alfred gave him a sympathetic look, but then had what he considered was a great idea. He grabbed the towel from where it was abandoned at Ludwig’s feet, and folded it into a thick square. “Lutz, I know you’re not gonna like this, but pull down your shorts.” Ludwig looked at the towel, then back at his boyfriend and immediately turned scarlet at the thought of what the other was proposing. He shook his head vigorously. “C’mon babe, I don’t want you to be in p-” His sentence was cut short by a deafening clash of thunder. Ludwig jumped in surprise. A gasp escaped him and he clutched at his member, trying to stop the flow that began in his moment of distraction. “Move Lud!” This time the desperate man did not protest and immediately slid down the dampening fabric. Alfred wrapped the leaking member in the thick protection. Ludwig’s bladder immediately began releasing itself violently into the fabric. Had Alfred been a moment slower the interior of the car would have paid the price. Ludwig collapsed tiredly against the seat as hours of urine gushed from him. He let Alfred’s strong hands hold the towel to him as relief washed over him. He felt the warmth spread around his package as the endless stream soaked into the sort fabric. As embarrassed as he was he couldn’t help the groan of relief that escaped his throat as the final ounces left him. He wanted the disgusting cloth off of him, but couldn’t ask Alfred to move it. To his mortification he was rock hard, member pulsing in a different way from before. “Done babe?” He blushed hotly at the simple question, and nodded despite himself. Alfred removed now heavy towel and chucked it on the floor in the back seat. When he moved the cloth he was surprised to see the large organ beneath standing tall. “So, you feel better huh?” He commented playfully as he returned his eyes to the road once more. Traffic had begun to move again. Ludwig quickly covered his throbbing member and tried to will away the erection. No such luck.
    By the time they pulled into Alfred’s driveway he craved release. He hobbled awkwardly to the door with Alfred close on his heels. Before he could retreat very far inside Alfred had him pinned against the wall, kissing him nearly senseless. When Alfred came up for air Ludwig moved a hand between them to block the next oral assault, though his cock urged him to let it continue. “What’s wrong Lutz?”
    “That was the most humiliating, disgusting, and disgraceful incident in my existence. I’m absolutely mortified that you had to witness it, and now you must think I enjoyed it considering…” Alfred chuckled, poorly contained lust bubbling to the surface. “It was an accident babe, I’m not grossed out or upset. I just figured that letting go after so long must have felt awesome.” He smirked mischievously and glanced pointedly at the German’s erection. “I don’t have to take care of that if you don’t want me to though.” He ground his hips against the other’s teasingly, forcing Ludwig to bite back a moan of desire. “Ich liebe dich, Al.” Alfred smirked at the confession. “Love you too, babe.” Then he took the others hand and lead him up the stairs, secretly wondering if he would still be able to taste the urine on his boyfriend’s cock.

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    The deeper into the forrest Emily walked the darker it became. The thick bunches of leaves overhead blocked out mostly all light to the point she realized it wouldn’t have mattered if it was night or day. After ten minutes of walking, Emily broke down and searched through her Menu for something to light the way. The darkness was becoming too disorienting for someone who normally couldn’t find their way in broad daylight, let alone in this natural darkened maze. After selecting a flashlight from her pack Emily cautiously continued on the path covered with scattered dead leaves. It was beautiful, she thought, in a creepy kind of way. She would have really liked this sort of place if it wasn’t for the knowledge that there maybe hordes of wild Rattata teaming up and plotting to eat her corpse. She could just imagine all their bright, shiny eyes reflecting in the dark just watching her and waiting to make their move.

    She grabbed the red and white ball at her waist and let out her new and improved level seven Charmander. Maybe now those Rattata would think twice about messing with her, and if one was stupid enough to try… Emily smiled as she pictured one skewered on a stick as she slowly roasted it over her Charmander’s tail flame. Maybe Namine would enjoy some roasted mouse on a stick. Speaking of Namine she thought with a frown as she let her out of her ball. Once the Eevee got its barings, its fur stuck up and she hissed at Emily.

    “Don’t growl at me.” Emily said crossing her arms. “I already said I was sorry. Hey, don’t be like that!” She said as the Eevee stuck up her nose and turned her back on her trainer as they continued down the path.

    The trio walked along for some time while Emily studied her location on her PokeNav’s screen no longer worried about what lurked beyond the thick expansion of trees. Her Pokemon were there to keep her safe…at least one of them she thought looking down at her Eevee who happily chased after falling leaves. Emily smiled as she watched Namine hop along the path batting whatever she could find between her paws. Emily didn’t think she’d be too happy leaving behind the life a lap pet, but she seemed perfectly content out on the road. Emily watched her curiously for a moment as her little brown paws froze in position. Her nose high in the air sniffing as her long ears stood on end listening for what, Emily could only guess.

    “Namine!” Emily yelled as the Eevee took off running at full speed into the trees to her right. “Get back here!” She yelled taking off after her as much as her bad leg would allow.

    “Drop him, furball!” An angry female shout up ahead yelled as Namine came sprinting back towards Emily, its eyes lit with glee and a struggling purple shape hanging from her mouth.

    “No! Keep that away from me!” Emily shouted hobbling away in the opposite direction with Namine and the Rattata hanging from her mouth on hot pursuit.

    “Arcanine! Stop her! She’s stealing my Pokemon!” Emily heard from somewhere behind her. ARCANINE? A tremendous deep roar that shook the nearby surrounding trees sent Namine charging forward at full speed completley passing Emily as if to say “Every girl for themselves”. Emily winced as a branch sliced her arm, but she kept moving forward as fast as she could. She’d for once rather face the Rattata Namine was carrying than the monster that was currently pursueing her for some unknown reason. Emily suddenly felt herself get lifted in the air as her long black hair covered her face obscuring her vision.

    “Let me down!” Emily said struggling to free herself as she hung upsidedown. She lifted herself up as much as she could as she held her hair away from her face only to to be met with large fangs clamping down onto her leg.

    “Good boy, Arky.” An unknown female voice said as she approached the upside down prisinor. “Give me back my Pokemon.” She demanded.

    “I don’t have your Pokemon!” Emily shouted as all the blood began rushing to her face.

    “Your Eevee took off with my Rattata!” She answered as Emily twisted and turned in order to get a good look at her. “Stop moving! You want him to rip your leg off?”

    “All this for a Rattata? You’re crazy!” Emily said giving up the struggle as she let herself hang upside down.

    “That Rattata happens to belong to my sister! Now give it back!”

    “I don’t have it! Why would I steal your Rattata?”

    “If you didn’t steal it than why were you running?” The girl interrogated her.

    “Because…” Emily mumbled pulling herself up and undoing her pants as she began unstrapping some unseen velcro. “I-I hate mice.”

    “Why are you taking your pants off?” The girl shouted as Emily suddenly fell to the ground.

    “Ouch…” Emily mumbled as the unknown attacker let out a high pitched scream as she scurried backwards into a tree.

    “Oh my God! Oh my God!” The girl shouted wide eyed in a panic as she stared up at her Arcanine that held the thiefs pants along with what appeared to be the girl’s leg still clutched in his mouth.

    Emily let out a soft moan as she turned her head to see what all the commotion was about. She smiled mischeviously as she grabbed at the stump and screamed. “OH, MY LEG! MY LEG! HE BIT OFF MY LEG!”

    “I AM SO SORRY! I TOLD YOU NOT TO MOVE! I’LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT! What..?” The girl said a bit puzzled as the figure stopped rolling in pain only to appear to be…laughing? “The hell?” She said crawling closer as Emily sat up pantless, revealing her right thigh that ended a bit higher up from where her knee should have been.

    “I am going to need that back.” Emily said wiping her eyes as the panic in the strangers face died down.

    “Not until you give me my Pokemon back.” The brunette said in a huff.

    “You’re holding my prosthetic leg hostage for a Rattata?” Emily said sounding doubtful as something brown and furry made its way over to her and dropped the purple thing in her lap. “GET IT AWAY!” Emily screamed in a panic using her good leg and elbows to propell herself backwards. This time it was the strangers turn to start laughing as she bent down and picked up the little purple mouse.

    “You weren’t lying about being scared of mice. Serves you right.” She grumbled.

    “Can’t you take a joke?” Emily asked pulling out a pair of shorts from her pack. “You attacked me first.”

    “Only because you stole my Rattata!” The girl insisted stealing another glance where Emily’s leg should have been.

    “What’s so important about that rat?” Emily asked looking up at the large red furry beast that still held her pants and leg in its mouth.

    “It was my sisters.” The girl said after a moment of silence.

    “Was?” Emily asked.

    “I don’t want to talk about it.” The girl quickly said. “What happened to your leg?”

    “I don’t want to talk about it.” Emily repeated

    “Fine.”

    “Fine.”

    “Give her leg back, Arcky.” The girl said. “Arcky, no get back here!” She shouted as the giant red dog took off deeper into the forest. “Umm, stay here. I’ll get it!” She said as she took off running leaving Emily alone on the forest floor.

    “Where else am I going to go?” Emily mumbled as she pushed herself back against a tree while Namine got in her lap. “Now what? Should I call home?” She asked out loud. “What would I say? Help, I’m stuck in the Viridian Forest because Clifford The Big Red Dog took off with my leg?” She said sarcastically as she rested against the tree. After another half hour, Emily pulled out her sleeping bag and tucked herself and Namine in for the night. A sound in the clearning got her attention in the hope it was the mysterious girls’ return, but instead it was her Charmander. While it wasn’t her leg, she was still happy to see him. Emily grabbed as many fistfulls of dead leaves and twigs she could reach as Charmander lit them up with his tail. Soon the three huddled up in front of the fire as Emily imagined a certain someone’s Rattata roasting over it. If she didn’t come back by morning Emily would just have to make it to Pewter City on crutches.

    “I’m back! Where are you?” A voice shouted in the other wise quiet night air stirring Emily from her restless sleep.

    “Over here!” She shouted as a figure made it’s way towards her in darkness.

    “Well, I’ve got good news and bad news.” The girl said sitting down by the fire holding what appeared to be Emily’s prosthetic wrapped in her torn and muddy jeans.

    “Good news?” Emily asked hopefully. The girl held up what she was holding in her hands. “Bad news?” The girl grimmiced as she slowly unwrapped it revealing the many fang marks all up and down the plastic. Emily sighed as she took it. Not only was it covered in cosmetic damage but the velcro straps and metal rods she used to connect it to herself with were completley destroyed. She’d have no choice now but to return home.

    “I’m really sorry, he really wanted to bury it.” The girl said. “I can get you a new one made.” Emily laughed darkly at that. It was a nice thought, but there was no way she could afford a new one. Just the cheapest model, like the one she had, ran over 500,000 yen. “I’m serious, I work in a Pokemon Center. I’ve got connections.” Emily laughed again. Who did this girl think she was? So what if she worked in a Pokemon Center? “What’s your name?” She asked after a moment of silence as they sat together watching the fire.

    “I’m Emily, What’s yours?”

    “Anna.” She said shaking her hand. “So where are you from, Emily?”

    “Pallet Town.” Emily said with a depressed sigh.

    “Pallet Town?” Anna asked with a scrunched up face. “You mean out in the boonies Pallet Town?”

    “That’s the one.”

    “Well, if you want, we can fly together to Cerulean City and get your leg fixed.”

    “You think someone can fix this?” Emily asked doubtfully holding up the now chew toy.

    “Don’t worry about that, I’ll pay for a new one.” Anna said confidently. “Arky, he, uh, doesn’t always listen to me. Don’t have enough badges and all… or…well…any.”

    “Ah,” Emily said in understanding. “I was actually heading to Cerulean City anyway. You have a Pokemon who knows Fly?”

    “I have a Pidgeot with me.” Anna said pulling out a Pokeball. “We can’t ride it until we get out of the forest though.”

    “A giant bird, a giant dog. If you were a guy I’d swear you were overcompensating for something.” Emily said as Anna rolled her eyes.

  9. Chapter 8: A Quick Picture

    Kristina couldn't help gawking at what lay in front of her. How could she not? Alexas was lying there, inviting her to have Kristina do whatever her heart desired to her.

    Well, at least that's what Kristina assumed.
    She wasn't sure how things had escalated so quickly. All she did was share the cake, have Alexas drive her home, and then they had gone to bed before waking up a few minutes later in this situation. Kristina's mind was cloudy and she could almost hear it whirring as it attempted to catch up with the memories, but the attempt was beyond her at the moment.
    Instead, she let instinct lead the way. Climbing on top of the bed, she could feel a slight need to pee, but leaving for the bathroom would spoil the mood. Throwing the thought aside, she placed her lips against Alexas', but they didn't seem to return what she had expected. Pressing her body against Alexas, she tried to draw out the feeling she had felt the first time she had kissed Alexas, or even something close to it. Disappointment soon followed, and she gave into her growing need to pee.

    "Where are you going?" Alexas whispered, holding Kristina by the hand.

    With such a cloudy mind, she couldn't help but say "It's not what I expected, plus I need to pee anyways..."

    Oddly enough, Alexas wasn't offended by the first comment. Instead, she chose to take offense at the next.
    "Surely I wouldn't give you the best desire from the start, now would I? Why must you interrupt the gradual increase in pleasure because of a gradual increase in pressure?"

    "But it's really bad, surely we can't just start again right after? We barely got going."

    Alexas shook her head. "It's now or in a few months. It takes quite some time to get me into such a mood as this, and your need is already spoiling it."

    Kristina bit her lip. She didn't want to wet herself, but surely she could hold through the whole thing, right? She didn't want to wait a few months, so, making up her mind, Kristina began once more, trying to push the need to pee to the back of her mind and pulling the desire to press up against Alexas to the fore. Kristina could tell it was working, for she could feel a tingling, as she would describe, 'down there', which was followed by a now somewhat familiar warmth. Her mind was getting less and less foggy, and soon she could feel the pleasure she had been seeking.





    Kristina's eyes fluttered, bringing in a clearer picture each time they reopened, and she couldn't help groaning as she realized all of that was a dream, especially since it was just about to get good. She rubbed her eyes as they were slightly itchy from sleeping for some time. She soon felt that something just felt... wrong, but she couldn't figure out what it was. Looking around, she could see Alexas, snoring gently in a way only describable like that of a content kitten. Kristina decided it wouldn't hurt to sleep in a little longer with Alexas, so she wrapped an arm around Alexas and felt the reassuring warmth of her girlfriend's body heat radiating to her. Snuggling up against her, she soon felt tiredness roll over her like a wave, and soon sleep captured her once more.





    "I swear, you sleep in just because you wake up too lazy to get out of bed." Alexas said, gently shaking Kristina. "Come on, I bought us movie tickets and the picture starts in half an hour. It'll take us at least fifteen minutes to get there, and if you don't wake up soon..." Alexas paused to come up with something, and she quickly continued with, "...I'll hint to your mother that you didn't listen to her last night."

    At that, Kristina's eyes flew wide open, as she got up at once, swinging her feet off the bed. Alexas laughed as Kristina quickly fell to the floor, tripping on herself as her tangled feet hadn't woken up as quickly as her mind. She got up rubbing her head, regarding Alexas with pained embarrassment. "That's not funny, it really hurt!"

    Alexas only laughed louder before calming herself down. "Sorry, heheh, it's just so adorable watching you fumbling around like a startled cat."

    "
    Great, now she's comparing me to a feline..." Kristina thought, thinking of the irony of it.
    She got up, blowing the messy hair out of her face. Grabbing the brush from her end table, she cringed when the teeth of the brush tugged at the knots that were in her hair. She had washed her hair last night, but she realized she probably didn't use quite as much conditioner as was necessary to keep it from tangling. Taking a mental note, her eyes dropped to the soaked goodnight she was wearing. So something
    was wrong when she woke up. She felt a hand stop her as she walked to the dresser, and she turned to her girlfriend, who was currently wearing a dark red bow in her hair to keep it in a ponytail. She wore a red hoodie that had a zipper all along the front, with a light pink t-shirt barely showing from where the zipper had almost finished being zipped. She had a pink skirt that looked shorter than it was from the hoodie going past where a shirt normally would stop, and Alexas wore pink socks, but no shoes yet.

    "I already got your outfit ready, Kristina. I've laid stuff out because I didn't want you to rush a mismatched outfit."

    Kristina looked at the clothes, there was a pink t-shirt, a pink and black pleated skirt (with the inner folds being black and outer being the pink), black socks, and... well, the last bit made Kristina blush a bit. Pink and white striped panties. "You really had to pick out my panties?"

    "W-well, I think panties are what piece together an entire outfit..." Alexas said defensively, although a notable tension was in her voice.

    Kristina then motioned towards her chest. "Then what about a bra? I may have small breasts, but that's just insulting!"

    Alexas' face grew red, and she stepped forward. "I was just trying to be nice, Kristina! You never give me tips on this stuff anyways, and what have you done other than that one-off date last night? You've been avoiding me for so long, and the first time I try returning a favor you raise your voice!"
    She was absolutely fuming by the end of her sentence, her hands balled up into fists at her side, and soon tears threatened to break free from her eyes. She brushed the tears away with her fist, and they reformed and fell in pairs as the tears themselves realized she no longer could sustain an angry aura around her.
    "D-dang it all!" was all she could say before she rushed out of the room.

    Kristina tried to stop her, but the resounding 'Bang!' of the slamming door stopped her from running after her. Kristina always knew Alexas for someone who flared up easily, but she never knew her for someone who was overly emotional. Even the bed wetting incident was something totally different. Pretty much anyone would have reacted that way, and the resulting conversation could have easily been her feelings being carried onto the other dilemma. In this case, Alexas actually
    couldn't get mad at her because of her emotions, and Kristina knew that only made her more emotional. Putting on everything tossed across the bed but the t-shirt, she placed the shirt over her shoulder as she grabbed a few things before leaving to go after Alexas.

    Alexas was in the predictable place, the bathroom. Kristina laid her ear against the door and felt her heart break to pieces as she could hear sobbing on the other side. She hadn't wanted to cause Alexas to break down like that, even if it weren't wholly her fault. The sobbing soon stopped as she knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, Alexas shakily asked, "What do you want?"

    "I just want to chat." Kristina replied, and silence lasted a few seconds before Alexas broke it again.

    "There's nothing to say, now just go away!"

    "But I can't go to the movie without you."

    "Well, then just don't go."

    "Come on Alexas..." Kristina didn't expect it to be this difficult to coax Alexas back to her normal self. "At least answer a question, and you can't answer this through a door!"

    Shuffling was heard, and soon the door swung open. "What is it?"

    Kristina lifted up a pair of bras, one pink and another white. "Which one do you think is better?"

    "I don't care..." Alexas mumbled, looking away.

    "You do, Alexas, and that's why I love you. You care about the little things, and sometimes a thick-headed girl like me forgets that."

    Alexas suddenly flashed a smile, and looked back at the garments. She pointed to the white bra and watched as Kristina put it on, and after tossing on the shirt, she was stopped by Alexas, who tucked in the shirt.
    "If you wear a skirt, you must always tuck in your shirt, that's just a rule." Alexas said, her fundamentally meticulous self taking over from her messy emotional side.

    "And what about if I'm wearing jeans?"

    This was something that made Alexas shake her head, 'tsking' as she even wagged a finger. "I don't care if you like jeans, no girlfriend of mine is going to wear anything except a skirt unless it's snowing!" Alexas said. "Dresses have skirts, and skirts are skirts, but jeans and shorts are the most boring clothes ever."

    "And what about boys? They can't really wear clothing with skirts without being outcast."

    Alexas crossed her arms before practically throwing the question over her shoulder.
    "Well, maybe they should just change genders or something, but I'm not in the mood to think about stuff like that..." Her previous mood was now completely gone as a new dilemma crossed her mind. "By the way, why are you saying stuff like that? You seem to be caring a little too much about the opposite sex than normal..."

    "W-well..." Kristina couldn't help but worry. "
    Does she know? What will she do? What will I do?" Kristina's mind was thinking so far ahead that she almost missed Alexas' conclusion, catching it just in time for the sentence to make sense.

    "-I expected this, your minimal exposure to that Chris creep has tainted your desire for girls!" Alexas shouted.

    Kristina tilted her head in confusion. "What?"

    "Being exposed to boys, especially creeps, leads to non-girly thoughts, which means a cuteness deficiency and an increase in the desire," Alexas gasped, "the desire to wear non-cute clothing! I should've seen the signs!"

    "Alexas, you're treating boys like a radioactive substanc-"

    "As I should! All of the proof has been spread across this entire morning! I'm surprised you haven't noticed the signs yourself!" Kristina realized Alexas was no exception to this place's ability to make everyone... weird. Of course, with Alexas, this was something Kristina could deal with, and a little bit of her enjoyed such weirdness.

    "Well," Kristina changed subjects. "are we going to the movies or not, Alex?"

    Alex's eyes grew wide as she grabbed Kristina by the hand, soon bolting out the door as the words "You're right! We're going to be late!" trailed from her mouth.
    Kristina had barely enough time to grab her purse on the way out, but she managed to grab it and toss it over her shoulder.

    They got in the car, and soon Kristina was buckling herself into her seat in time with Alexas, the clicking of her seatbelt locking in place sounding simultaneously to the one on the driver's side.

    "What's so great about this movie anyways?" Kristina queried, gritting her teeth as Alexas reversed and stopped to switch gears a little too suddenly.

    "The movie is the one I told you about yesterday. It came out today, but I bought tickets ahead of time so we could see it together on release. That's why I was making such a big deal about it at dinner last night."
    Alexas put the car in drive, and they quickly exited the neighborhood. Kristina heaved a sigh of relief as she realized Alexas wasn't going over the speed limit. "There aren't enough good pirate movies, and I've really been hoping this one is good."

    "I'm just glad you aren't breaking any laws, it's not that important..." She looked back at Alexas for confirmation, yet Alexas seemed to be having trouble figuring out how to respond. With no words being exchanged, it was a silent drive to the theaters.
    Feeling rather awkward, Kristina opened her purse, pulling out her K-86, which still left an eyebrow raised on her face. Thinking that Alexas also enjoyed playing video games, Kristina was able to break the silence with a question she knew she could get an answer to.
    "So, is the K-86 rather popular? I don't really keep up with that stuff as much as I should."

    Alexas had that confused expression once more, and she risked a glance as they stopped at a light. "Oh, you definitely don't know enough, that's the Backlit Video Game Display Unit, or the BVGDU. Er, but that's still a mouthful, so it's usually called the Backlight Handheld, or BH. It's an old console, and it was the first handheld game console that could be played in the dark because of the addition of a light that brightened the display."

    "Then what's the K-86 on the back of it mean?"

    "I dunno, you showed that sticker one day to me and said if you ever brought it up again to remind you to ask that scientist you've been hanging out with recently."

    Not really thinking that it was too out of the ordinary (other than being such an odd name for a system), Kristina hadn't noticed until now that the sticker was layered on top of an older sticker, which looked slightly worn. In comparison, the newer sticker had very few imperfections, a contrast to the scratched, faded sticker it covered.

    "Heh, sorry, I guess I forgot all about that..." "
    I need to text him now." Kristina pulled out her phone, making sure it was fully charged before rapidly hammering the keys to get her question out as fast as possible.
    "I just checked my BH, why is there a sticker with K-86 on it?"

    The response didn't take long to come in.
    "
    You're learning more about Kristina than I thought you would, like some sort of sleuth willing to ask questions to see if it would yield anything new."

    "Can't you just answer me already?"

    "
    And just like a determined detective, you're angered by delays, so I'll just tell you now. It's part of the algorithm I used, the K standing for 100% of Kristina, and the -86 was to act as the similarity being taken away from the 100%. I wish there was a better way to say it, but all I can really say is that 100% minus the 86 equals the amount of dissimilarity in the query, or a search of someone 14% dissimilar from Kristina. It's actually a lot more complicated than that, but that's really the best way I can actually explain it."

    "So I'm 14% different from Kristina?"

    "
    Technically, no, but mathematically with plenty of other values and the like accounted for, yes. For example, some may consider gender a portion of this value, but seeing as it has no alteration on one's personality or mental state, I disregarded it entirely."

    "And why 14?"

    "
    Well, less of 14 and more of 86. We chose to use a percent that was close enough that you'd be into most of the same things, yet different enough to allow you to love Alex. She also was adamant about switching with someone who had a stronger bladder, that way she didn't have to deal with... well, you're well aware of that by now. It wasn't simply a percentage value I used, but as I said, that's really the only way I can describe it easily."

    "Well, I'd like to see this thing the next time you get the chance."

    "
    Even if it means the difference between returning to your old body or forever being locked in this new one?"

    That was the question she had been puzzling over ever since she had swapped bodies. Sure, the first day she would have done anything to return back to her old body and old life, but now new information had brought doubt into her mind. The old Kristina had wanted this, and still wants this. Not to mention Alex, who sat right beside her right now. Alex had wanted someone to love, and she saw this in Kristina, even when she had seen the old Kristina's desire to be just friends.

    And then there was Chris- the old Chris, that is. The old Chris only wanted to get back to his old body and let the girls deal with their problems through normal means. He didn't have consent in this. He despised this whole thing of switching bodies. Why did he have to lose his old life just to take up another's? At first he'd wanted nothing more than to change back to his old self again.

    But then he met her. Alexas, the one person who didn't care if he- no, she, for she was now Kristina- was different than normal. In fact, Alexas welcomed the new Kristina with open arms, even ignoring the problems that came with it. Of course, these problems had actually been what had forced Alexas' hand, causing her to admit one of her long ignored desires. Kristina couldn't wish the fate of losing a love that had come so close on someone she truly loved in return. At that moment, Kristina realized that the old Chris was almost entirely gone now, and no matter how much she tried to suppress it, the new Kristina was here to stay and that even if she changed back, there would always be a part of her that would remain. Kristina knew that she was willing to risk not going back to her old body, seeing as it was worth the risk to know what had gotten her in this mess in the first place.

    She had been so caught up with these thoughts that the whole ride to the theater had ended.

    "It's time to go, Kristina," the angelic voice of Alex rung out. It was fitting to think of her as an angel, one who intervened in human affairs to shake them from their single-minded thoughts. "You're looking at me oddly again, Kristina."

    "Sorry, I was deep in thought." Kristina replied, shaking her head, clearing her mind. "Let's go."
    She quickly texted "I need to know, no matter the risk. As soon as you can give one, I'd like an answer." and she turned her phone off, tossing it in her purse, along with her Handheld.

    Alexas dragged Kristina along, soon reaching the concession stand and buying the two of them drinks and some popcorn, all of them in the largest sizes possible. One of the drinks was fruit punch and the other soda, Alexas claiming "I'm not a big fan of soda, it's too generic, relying purely on sugar to make it good."
    Kristina didn't really care; she was starting to sip her soda before they even presented the tickets to the ticket counter. The soda was already a quarter drained as they reached their seats, Kristina only remembering that she's always so thirsty in the morning. The lights dimmed as the previews ended just in time.

    Kristina shivered. Why did it have to be so cold in the theater? It was like they wanted to keep everyone bundling up for warmth, no matter the season. The arctic environment soon made another thing known, that she needed to pee.
    Looking back, Kristina realized she hadn't gone since that morning. Kristina bit her lip as her eyes trailed down to the half-filled soda in her cup-holder. She hadn't used the toilet after getting up, and although she did wet herself in her sleep, that hardly changed matters. Now she had half of the largest size soda in her stomach, along with the buttered popcorn that seemed to be having a diuretic effect.

    If Kristina were to sum this up, it wasn't good. Although when she thought about it, all she had to do was excuse herself and pee. It was that simple. Kristina chuckled to herself, there was nothing to worry about, and to show her bladder who was boss, she drank more soda and ate more popcorn. Sure, at an eighth full of soda and a decent amount of popcorn, she felt bloated, but Kristina's crossed legs and determined mind told her it was fine to watch for a little bit longer. What was the worst that could happen anyways, she forgot and ended up leaking before being lead childishly to the restrooms?
    Well, that was likely, but Kristina wanted to hold it as long as she could. If there was anything that Kristina could think of that could strengthen her bladder, it was to hold her pee as long as she could.

    Ten minutes later, and there was no question about it, Kristina had to go, and she had to go
    now. Even for her, Kristina hadn't expected soda to go through her so quickly. To her, it was as if one moment she didn't have to pee, the next she couldn't very well be bothered, and the next, she was going to pop. Normally, she'd just get up and go, but while her tense legs bounced up and down, she realized that her girlfriend would kill to see her in such a situation. "Alex, I have to pee really badly."

    Alex looked over, her eyes showing a hint of fascination as light danced across them. "O-oh? Well, I'm not stopping you." Her hand twitched as if to object, but Alexas wasn't going to stop Kristina.

    Kristina tried to stand, but suddenly feeling a wave hit, she fell back to her seat, leaning forward and pressing her hands into her skirt.
    "T-this is insane! It got so bad so quickly!," she whispered to herself.
    Alexas had a conflicted look on her face now, as if she were debating whether to help Kristina or not, and if she were to, how? A minute passed, and Kristina's bladder still ached for release, it was as if her hot pee was burning the gates that kept her from peeing, and that her hands were merely support beams to keep it from breaking open, but not able to keep the inevitable from happening. Another minutes passed, and the burning pain had soon subsided, now becoming a nagging dull pain that refused to go away. Kristina shakily stood, accepting the hand from Alexas.

    "Here, I'll lead you to the restrooms." Kristina could have thanked Alexas a thousand times, and not just because of the support from her girlfriend. No, the main problem was that Kristina had
    no idea were the restroom was, never having been in this theater in her entire life. She shuffled beside Alexas, who pushed the doors of the theater open. Kristina felt her hands dampen as a small trickle had started, and she realized there was no way to stop it. "U-um, should we stop?" Alexas asked, concerned that Kristina might pee herself soon. Kristina shook her head.

    "I-I... k-keep going, I c-can't stop it...." Kristina could feel the tears forming, and her vision blurred as they distorted the light. Alexas kept dragging Kristina further along, and soon the restroom was in sight. Unfortunately, so was the sign that said 'Out of Order'.
    Kristina couldn't help feeling more tears fall, and in sync, the trickling redoubled, starting to form a bigger and bigger stream as a good portion fell straight down, a small amount going down her right leg into her shoe. No matter how small the second stream was, it was barely hindered by the socks before the shoe itself started filling up. The dark blotch in the red carpeting was rather visible to anyone standing nearby, though the low lighting helped to hide it at a distance.

    "I-I'm sorry Kristina..." Alexas apologized. "I... could tell you were desperate since the start of the movie; I really should have helped you go."

    "I-it's not your fault I wet myself..." Kristina said, trying to keep herself from breaking down and sobbing on the spot.

    "Well, it kinda was. I had gotten you the biggest drink possible
    because I wanted to see you desperate. I... I feel like a jerk, I'm so sorry."

    Kristina looked up at the girl. Alexas was making it so easy to hate her. Maybe she could learn to be without her? Kristina shook her head. These thoughts were only making matters worse. If she wanted to think, she needed to be somewhere where there was nothing to bias her. Now was the time to get out of sopping wet panties, and the skirt that fared a little better than her right sock, although it was hardly untouched.
    She shook her right foot, trying to shed as much pee from her skin before leaving. "I-it's fine, let's just go. We can see the movie again some other time."

    They left in silence, and Kristina was soon sitting down in the car on her skirt and soaking it more. Then there was the silent drive back.
    Kristina couldn't help but feel bad for Alexas, even though she deserved to feel guilty. Alexas had purposely attempted to make Kristina desperate, and had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. But even then, Kristina still couldn't help feeling horrible. If she wanted out of this relationship, she should say it right now instead of letting dread build up for Alexas. But she couldn't bring herself to do so, thinking that leaving the relationship would be even worse.

    But then what could she do? Sure, she could stay in the relationship, but she'd have to deal with the possibility of the same thing happening again, even if Alexas swore off doing it. Another way to keep from breaking up was to switch bodies.

    "
    And let the old Kristina do it for me." Kristina felt terrible even thinking about that. Sure, it was the old Kristina's fault she was in the situation, but it was out of love!

    And the new Kristina was just going to say 'Try someone else if you want your body to love Alexas.' Another thought struck her. She shot a text to the scientist and got the answer she dreaded. Looking at the screen, she realized saying such a thing was practically like ending the relationship outright.
    "
    The main problem I'm having is less rebuilding the switching device and more of what you just guessed, your souls are building a resistance to the mechanics of the device. That is why I said there is a time-limit, because your soul can't deal with mechanical manipulation in any other way than resisting it."
    Kristina didn't want to make up her mind now, it was too soon! She had thought she'd have all summer to think about this, but now she was being forced into deciding. Was it worth it to stay in this body?

    Yes. But was it okay to keep the relationship going, even if she were trapped in this body forever?

    That was more difficult to answer. But long before they reached the house, Kristina had already made up her mind.

    Yes, it was okay.
    With that decision, any thought of changing back was pushed to the wayside. If she really wanted to change back or not seemed like something that she would have to think about herself without considering everybody else's desires, and right now she wasn't ready for that. Not switching back was one matter, switching back was an entirely different one.

    "Alexas." Kristina had made up her mind for now. "I'm still your girlfriend, alright? And while it makes me a little uncomfortable to risk wetting myself in public because of you, I think I can live with it."

    Alexas stayed silent, but her cheeks already had tears streaking down it. She tried saying something, but it was melted together, unformed, unrefined. Alexas turned and hugged Kristina. "Th-thank you so much!"

    "Wheel! The wheel! Hands on the wheel!" Kristina shouted, holding it steady while Alexas quickly returned to it.

    "I-I'm sorry, I just thought your next words were going to be you breaking up with me." Alexas wiped her eyes, slowing her speed as her eyesight was hindered.

    "Just let your emotions wait until we get back, otherwise you'll break us up into another car."

    Alexas laughed at the joke, and suddenly the atmosphere in the car had lightened, almost making Kristina feel dizzy with the loss of gravity. They returned to Kristina's home, and Alexas spent half an hour wrapped around Kristina before she felt like she had gotten back to her normal self. They had sat down on Kristina's bed (after she had dried herself off, of course) and chatted, although Kristina said more, seeing as Alexas was still trying to calm down. Alexas took a few deep breaths as she listened to Kristina talk about some of the things she had to deal with. Kristina even had to include the details of a few of her recent accidents to satisfy Alexas' curiosity.

    "Wait, back up." Alexas said, holding her hands out. "What did you just say?"

    Kristina could feel her face redden. "Uhm, well, I sorta... Had an accident during finals-"

    "And I missed it!" Alexas shouted to herself, raising her arms, frustrated in herself for sleeping through it. She looked back at Kristina once more. "You better tell me what happened, and don't slack on details!"

    "But it's embarrassing-"

    "But you also know I enjoy it, so you-"

    "Alexas, get the desire out of your thoughts for a second and realize why I don't want to tell you!"
    Alexas was stopped by Kristina's sudden protest, and she closed her still open mouth as she listened intently to what Kristina had to say. "Think about when you wet the bed, was that enjoyable?"

    Alexas looked to the ground like a small child being disciplined. She bit her thumbnail as she replied with, "I guess not..."

    "How would you feel if so many people you knew were
    this close to witnessing that?"

    "W-well, I'd feel mortified..."

    "Exactly." Kristina said, but she couldn't help scooting closer.
    Something had come over her, and she couldn't help stopping an inch away before whispering, "...which is why I'll only tell you in hushed words, and plenty of details so you don't mishear anything."

  10. One Month After the Car Accident

     

    Anna rested her head against her fist while she was pushed in the wheelchair into the busy pokemon center, willing the ground to open up and swallow her. She could feel every curious head turn and gawk at her, but nothing an intimidating glare their way couldn’t fix. She breathed a sigh of relief once she reached the quiet confines of the elevator and stared at her reflection in the metal doors. Her once long hazel hair had been shaved in order to staple her head back together. Now all that was left was a scar running over her right ear towards her forehead. She hoped her hair would hurry up and grow back; she didn’t much care to look like a cancer patient. She frowned as she ran her hand over the short stubble that grew everywhere except where she wanted it to the most. She lightly traced her fingers over the staples before feeling her hand get smacked.

     

    “Don’t touch,” Nurse Joy, her aunt- well actually her biological mother- said. The two had a mutual understanding. Anna had been given to Nurse Joy’s sister as soon as she was born. Her aunt was her mother and her mother was her aunt. It didn’t bother Anna; everyone had their reasons for doing things she figured. But now the woman who had raised her was dead along with her little sister and her father had kicked her out for unknown reasons. The woman, who she had referred to as her aunt, her biological mother, had offered to take her in.

     

    That was all good and well, but her aunt was Nurse Joy of Cerulean City, and so the 14 year old had been shipped across Kanto to live at the Pokemon Center. She had never left home before, pokemon training wasn’t really her thing, and instead she’d usually busy herself at the daycare watching the kids of her father’s company at Silph Co.

     

    “Well the nice part about living in a Pokemon Center is there’s a hospital in the top floor. Once your casts come off next month, you can just go upstairs for physical therapy and you’ll be walking again in no time.” Nurse Joy said wheeling her down the hall.

     

    Anna simply sighed at that statement. She thought she would be recovering in the privacy of her own home and that her father would simply hire someone to look after her. She should have noticed something was wrong the moment he had left her alone in that hospital for a month. Not like she wasn’t used to being ignored by him and he did have a lot to deal with- what with running a major company and all while dealing with the death of his wife and daughter- but he didn’t even come and see her. Not even once. Or call.

     

    One day- that’s all she got to be home for. It was her mother and sisters funeral. Next thing she knew a car was waiting for her with a bag of her clothes and directions to take her anywhere she wanted to go- anywhere but back home.

     

    “Everything all right? You’ve hardly said a word.” Nurse Joy said stopping in front of a brown door and pulling out a key card.

     

    “Can I have a shower?” Anna mumbled shifting uncomfortably in the wheelchair as her wet, and thankfully black dress, clung uncomfortably to her skin.

     

    “Not until the casts come off.” Nurse Joy answered slipping the key card into the slot and opening the door. “Here we are; this will be your room.” She announced as Anna frowned and looked around the small and plain bedroom with nothing but a bed. “Do you need some help getting into bed, dear?” Anna pushed with all her might against the arm rests of the wheelchair as she leaned forward, but soon let herself fall back into the chair in defeat.

     

    “It’s okay, let me help you.” Nurse Joy said taking one of the girl’s hands and put her arm around her waist before retracting. Anna turned her face away in embarrassment as she stared at the wall. “You’re wet.” Nurse Joy stated with a frown while Anna simply remained quiet. “Did you have an accident on the way over here?” She asked softly after an awkward moment of silence as a single tear rolled down Anna’s face to answer her question. “It’s okay, dear, no wonder you wanted a shower.” She said patting the girl’s shoulder. Anna simply nodded and avoided eye contact while another tear made its way down her face.

     

    “Don’t worry, we’ll get you all sorted out, sweetie. Let me just go grab a few things.” Nurse Joy said leaving Anna alone in the room. She sighed in disgust with herself as she rested her head in her palm remembering the trip over here.

     

    She was alone with a male driver as she squirmed as much as she could in the back seat tightly clutching herself with a handful of her dress pushed against herself. It had come with little warning. One minute it had been nothing but a mere inkling in the back of her mind and the next she was doing everything she possibly could to hold on.

     

    “C-can we stop somewhere?” She asked breaking the long silence in the car.

     

    “We just stopped ten minutes ago.” He said sounding annoyed as he observed her situation in the rear view mirror. “Why didn’t you go then?”

     

    “It’s not like I can just get up and walk to the bathroom.” She replied. “I didn’t have to go then.” She added barely above a whisper.

     

    “Well sor-ry, I wasn’t aware I had a small child who needed to be reminded to go potty.” He said sarcastically. He had been in a foul mood as soon as he learned he had to drive her halfway across the region and he was her least favorite driver to begin with. “Spoiled brat.” He mumbled to himself.

     

    “Please?” She had practically begged before he had reluctantly agreed. He pulled into the closest gas station with Anna practically hopping up and down in her seat.

     

    “There.” He said sounding annoyed once he had finally managed to get her into her wheelchair. She pushed at the wheels for all she was worth as she slowly inched her way inside before her bladder had emptied before she had made it even half way into the store.
    …………….
    Anna’s eyes widened as she realized she needed to go again. Great, she thought wheeling herself around the room. No bathroom. She’d have to wait for her aunt anyway; she couldn’t get from the chair to the toilet by herself.

     

    “Would’ve wet myself anyway.” She realized thinking back. Even if she had gotten inside the bathroom on time, she couldn’t get out of her chair. She bent her knees together, but the casts on both legs kept her from completely closing them. She clicked her fingers on the armrests of the chair before being forced to grab herself. Why was this coming on so fast? She thought quietly moaning. It had happened yesterday too, but her caretaker Olga had always been there to help her to the bathroom on time.

     

    “Helen!” She yelled as her aunt came back carrying a basin of water and some washcloths a few seconds later.

     

    “Everything all rig- Oh.” She said seeing Anna’s troubled face and position. “Can you wait a few minutes until I bring a commode down from the hospital?” She asked as Anna quickly shook her head with wide eyes full of worry and panic. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

     

    “Didn’t have to until a few minutes ago!” Anna whimpered holding herself. “Same as before!”

     

    “Did you have a catheter in the hospital?” Nurse Joy asked as Anna nodded while squirming in the chair. “Mmm, that’s the problem.” She said clicking her tongue.

     

    “Please take me to the bathroom!” Anna begged as her bladder ached in protest.

     

    “The closest bathroom is down in the crowded lobby, sweetie. I don’t think you’ll make it. “ She said patting her shoulders. “I don’t want to bring you down in front of everyone and embarrass you in case you have another accident.”

     

    “Then what am I supposed to do!?” Anna whimpered.

     

    “Well, honey, ” She said softly patting her shoulders before grabbing a towel out of the cupboard. “If you absolutely can’t wait another ten minutes, which doesn’t look like it, for me to bring down the necessary equipment.” she said wrapping a towel around her casted legs.

     

    “No, please” Anna said as her eyes watered again with fresh tears.

     

    “Honey, it’s okay, you’re already wet.” She said softly standing back up and began rubbing her nieces shoulders. “Go ahead and pee and I’ll help you clean up just like I was already going to do.”

     

    “I’m sorry,” Anna said between sobs as she covered her eyes with her hands and relaxed as she began feeling warm liquid pool around her butt.

     

    “Shh, that’s it.” Nurse Joy said feeling the fight leave her niece’s body. “Your bladder’s just weak from having a catheter for so long, that’s all.” She explained over the teenager’s sobs. “Are you all done?”

     

    Anna nodded her head once she felt the last remnants empty out onto the wheelchair. She stayed quiet except for the occasional sob as Nurse Joy helped her out of her dress and soaked underwear. After retrieving another towel and laying it across the bed, Nurse Joy helped scoot her onto the makeshift-changing mat.

     

    “There we go.” She said as Anna winced in pain as she was laid back. “I’ll bring up some pain meds in a bit.”

     

    “Thanks, Helen.” Anna mumbled reaching out for a washcloth as Nurse Joy approached carrying the basin of warm water. “Err, what should I call you?”

     

    “You can call me whatever you’re most comfortable with, but please call me Nurse Joy around the others.” She said wringing out a washcloth and wiping the girl down as Anna blushed while her intimate areas were cleaned for her. “Relax, Anna, don’t you want to get washed up?”

     

    “Sorry,” Anna said letting her finish until she found a hand helping her sit up. “What are you doing?” She squeaked out when she felt hands unclasping her bra.

     

    “Helping you get washed up, dear, or did you have a plan for washing your own back?” Nurse Joy asked teasing her niece as she unclasped the hooks and pulled the girl’s bra off. Anna mumbled something incoherent, crossing her arms over her chest while Nurse Joy prepped a new washcloth and gently scrubbed Anna’s back shoulders, and arms. She smiled seeing the girl’s closed eyes and now relaxed face. “Feel good?”

     

    “Yeah, thank you.” Anna mumbled as Nurse Joy slid off the teenager’s glasses and wiped down her face and head before nonchalantly wiping the girl’s chest. “You don’t have to do all this.” Anna said blushing.

     

    “I’m a nurse; it’s my job.”

     

    “Don’t you just heal pokemon?” Anna said doubtfully.

     

    “And look after sick and hurt trainers.” She said going through Anna’s bag, pulling out a T-shirt and helping her into it. “You’re family, Anna, I’m not going to leave you in a room to fend for yourself with two broken legs and a head injury. I’ll be right back, I’m going to go get a few things to finish getting you ready for bed.” She said before leaving the room and coming back a few minutes later with a tote bag and another girl in tow as Anna quickly covered her bottom half. “Can you put that by the bed, please?” Nurse Joy asked as the other girl pushed a bucket and walker combination towards Anna before leaving and closing the door behind her.

     

    “What’s that?” Anna asked as Nurse Joy pushed it towards her and opened the lid.

     

    “You didn’t use this in the hospital?” She asked as Anna shook her head. “Well, I want to see if you can get on and off by yourself or if you need help.” She said standing by and observing as Anna tried to maneuver herself. “You’re shaky, are you all right?”

     

    “Still get a little lightheaded when I move.” Anna admitted as she let her aunt help her get on and sit. “I’m on!” Anna panted resting her head against the arm grip for a moment waiting for her next instructions.

     

    “Do you not have to go?” Nurse Joy asked as Anna looked up waiting to be told what to do. “I want you to try, honey, since you’re having some problems.”

     

    “O-oh,” Anna said with a blush as she realized what it was. “I thought you were just moving me on a chair.”

     

    “I also want to make sure you don’t have an infection so I need to collect a urine sample.” Nurse Joy explained picking up the towel off the ground and cleaning off the seat of the wheelchair.

     

    “Oh.” Anna said blushing. “Well, I-I need to, umm, go to the bathroom.”

     

    “Go ahead, sweetie, you’re sitting on it after all.”

     

    “But, umm, I-I need to...”

     

    “Speak up, honey, I don’t understand the problem.” Nurse Joy said staring at the blushing girl. “Oh, did you need to move your bowels?”

     

    “If that’s what you want to call it.” Anna mumbled red faced.

     

    “Well go right ahead, honey, I’ll just get a sample from you tomorrow, I just wanted to make sure you went before I get you ready for bed.”

     

    “Oh,” Anna said disappointed she was expected to do that in this…in front of her aunt she barely knew as well. It was better than what they made her do in the hospital she supposed as she closed her eyes pushed, wishing her aunt would stop trying to make small talk while she did this. “Umm, I’m done.” Anna said awkwardly as a blurry figure approached and helped her back into bed on something oddly soft. “Ahh, that’s cold!” she moaned feeling something wiping her butt and front. That’s not ok, she thought, personal space! Next she felt her aunts’ hands massaging her butt and front with her fingers with something cold. “Umm,” Anna said at the intrusion.

     

    “Sorry, hun, you’ve got a bit of a rash from sitting in those wet clothes for so long. This will help you’re skin not get so irritated next time.” She explained before she began spreading talcum powder.

     

    “Wait, are you diapering me?” Anna said in a panic trying to sit up. “Why are you putting me in a diaper if you just brought me a toilet on wheels?”

     

    “Lay back down, Anna.” Nurse Joy ordered as she began adjusting the tapes. “You can’t get on and off of it by yourself, what are you going to do if you have to go in the middle of the night?”

     

    “Press the call bu- Oh,” Anna said realizing this wasn’t the hospital.

     

    “Also, given the length if time you were catheterized, it might be a while until you regain night time control.” Nurse Joy said zipping up her tote bag and setting it on the closed bucket lid before sitting on the edge of the bed. Anna sighed in defeat as she wiggled a bit in the padding. “How are you doing with everything?” Nurse Joy asked.

     

    “I’m 14, in a diaper and can’t walk.” Anna said shrugging.

     

    “That’s not what I’m talking about, honey.” Nurse Joy said putting her hand on her nieces shoulder.

     

    “I-I…” Anna said trying to keep herself together. “I really miss…” She said choking on her words.

     

    “Say it, honey.” Nurse Joy said softly.

     

    “I miss my mom and sister.” She said feeling tears falling down her face as Nurse Joy wrapped her arms around her and rocked her.

     

    “That’s it, get it out, Anna.” Nurse Joy said rubbing her back.

     

    “I keep having nightmares about the crash.” She cried into the woman’s chest. “My dad got rid of me, and sent me to live with you, but I barely remember you! We were getting away! We were getting away from him and starting over!”

     

    “I know honey, but you can start over here.” Nurse Joy said. “We’ll get you all healed up and you can make a new life here.”

     

    “I just miss my mom and Izzy so much!” She cried and cried until she could no longer breathe as she let her aunt hold her against her chest and rock her.

     

    “Do you feel better now?” Nurse Joy asked once her constant wails and sobs turned into mere sniffles 20 minutes later.

     

    “Sorry,” Anna mumbled pulling away.

     

    “It’s okay, honey,” Nurse Joy said leaning forward and lightly kissing her fuzzy head. “I’ll be here if you ever need anything.” She explained looking into her nieces blood shot eyes. “How about I give you some pain meds and call it a night?” She suggested handing her a couple white pills and small cup of water. “You need anything else before I let you get some sleep?”

     

    “No thanks.” Anna said after swallowing the pain pills and lying back down.

     

    “Good night, Anna, we’re glad to have you here. I’m sorry they’re under such circumstances.” Nurse Joy said before smiling sympathetically and flicking off the light.

  11. Latest Entry


    “How will we know it worked?” Tomoyo asked sitting atop the brand new bed her mother had bought no questions asked.

    “I’m not entirely sure.” Kero admitted fluttering about the room. “I think Time will have restored everything to the proper order. For instance, we shouldn’t remember any of this.”

    “But if the loop is re-setting everything, wouldn’t we forget everything as well?” Syaoran asked.

    “That’s why we have to fix this today!” Kero said. “It’s early afternoon, we have time.”

    “Hey, Kero, there’s something that’s been bothering me lately.” Syaoran said. “I’ve been doing some research about the Clow Cards, shouldn’t the Loop only effect space? Why is Time repeating as well?”

    “I’ve been wondering the same thing to be honest.” Kero said.

    “I have a pretty bad feeling, Kero.” Syaoran said, “Is it possible for two cards to work together?”

    “Hmm, I know what you’re getting at, but Time has already been captured by Sakura, it can’t work independently now.”

    “But what about before it was captured? Couldn’t it have set up a plan before then?”

    “Hey guys…” Tomoyo said.

    “It could be a child card…” Kero said thinking about it. “If Loop and Time got together and created an additional card…”

    “Aren’t they both guys though?” Syaoran asked. “Wait and Loop isn’t even a human persona! Gross.”

    “Get your head out of the gutter, Cards don’t have sex. They can create additional cards by combining their powers. Besides, that’s some big talk coming from someone engaged to their cousin…” Kero said.

    “”Hey guys!” Tomoyo said a bit louder.

    “Shut up, Kero!” Syaoran growled. “So wait…so we’re not dealing with loop?”

    “It’s possible.” Kero said.

    “GUY’S!” Tomoyo shouted. “Look!” She said holding a picture.
    “What is it?” Syaoran asked.

    “Recognize her?” Tomoyo asked holding up the picture frame as Syaoran and Kero took a good look.

    “It’s…Sara.” Syaoran said as Tomoyo shook her head.

    “No, It’s Sakura. This was mine and Sakura’s first day of preschool together,” Tomoyo explained of the picture of two little girls holding hands.

    “What does this mean?” Kero asked.

    “Sara was really Sakura from the past?” Syaoran asked.

    “No, where did we just send Sakura? In front of the Orphanage, right?” Tomoyo said putting the pieces together in her head. “And where did Miss Mizuki say she found her? In front of the Orphanage! So what if Sara was really Sakura all along?”

    “Then how did she end up as a toddler?” Syaoran asked.

    “You said yourself she’s been a toddler for so long she believes she is one.”

    “But that doesn’t explain how she physically turned into one.” Syaoran said.

    “It would if she ran into the little.” Kero said. “What if there was never a toddler there on day zero, we sent Sakura into the past, and then she shrunk and became Sara?”

    “So all we have to do is use The Big? Sounds too easy.” Syaoran said. “How do we snap her out of the illusion though? Convince her she’s not really a toddler?”

    “The same way we snapped ourselves out of the trance.” Kero said. “With video footage! Tomoyo, I’ve never been so happy you film Sakura to the point of stalking! We’ll show her the footage of herself!”

    ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
    Day 2

    “Sara, you have a visitor.” Miss Mizuki said bending down and picking the little girl up. “Oh, and you’re still dry, good girl honey.” She said checking her diaper and carrying her over to the two ten year olds waiting. Sakura blushed as she was carried over and buried her head into Miss Mizuki’s neck as they approached the group. “Don’t be shy; they came and saw you yesterday too, remember?” She said setting her down. “You play with them, ok?”

    Sakura slowly nodded her head before sticking her thumb in her mouth from nerves. “No, sweetie, don’t suck your thumb, here.” Miss Mizuki said gently removing her hand and replacing it with a pacifier. Sakura smiled and happily sucked away as she stared up at the two big kids. They seemed awfully familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it.

    “Sakura, do you remember me?” Syaoran asked bending down and looking the little girl in the eyes. Sakura? Her name was Sara wasn’t it? That’s what the nice red haired lady called her. “I come here every once in a while and we play. Last week we played with blocks. Do you remember?” Sakura shook her head and continued sucking while her large green eyes stared up at them in wonder.

    “What about me?” Tomoyo asked squatting down and opening her arms wide, but the little girl stayed where she was and simply stared. “I’ll take that as a no.” She said sadly. “We’re going to show you some video’s, ok? I put some clips together and we’re going to watch them and try and jog your memory.”

    “Movie!” Sakura cheered from behind her pacifier as she followed the two big kids while Tomoyo held her hand and led them over to the tv.

    “What we’re about to show you is who you really are. You’re name is Sakura, and you’re a card captor. We really need your help, so watch this and try to remember.” Tomoyo explained putting the VHS she made of Sakura’s card captor adventures .

    “Movie! Movie!” Sakura cheered as Tomoyo sat down on the city roads rug and brought little Sakura down into her lap. “Yay!” Sakura cheered giggling as Tomoyo squeezed her while rocking her back and forth.

    “Part of me doesn’t want you to grow up; you’re too cute!” Tomoyo admitted clicking play on the menu as the three watched.

    …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

    “Key of Clow, power of magic, power of light, surrender the Wand, the force ignite. Release!” Sakura in the movie chanted as she released the wand and fought with the Shadow Card.

    “Me?” Sakura asked craning her neck up at Tomoyo who nodded her head as Sakura continued to watch… well…Sakura. Her eyes grew wide in amazement and wonder as she watched the battle.

    “I-I remember.” Sakura said once the video had ended. “I woke up today as a toddler! Tomoyo and Syaoran! I remember!” Sakura said excitedly.

    “That’s great, Sakura, but it wasn’t yesterday.” Syaoran said sadly. “You’ve been here for a long time.” He said sadly. “It’s my fault.”
    “You’re right, I…I’ve been switching bodies between big and little I think.”
    Sakura looked deep in thought as she seemed to be concentrating on something. She gritted her teeth as her face turned bright red.

    “Sakura, you don’t have to try that hard to remem-“ Tomoyo said stopping mid sentence as she realized what was going on. “Sakura!” She said holding her arms length away while the little girl finished her business.

    “She might remember who she is, but her bodies still on auto-pilot. She’s been in diapers for a long time.” Syaoran said looking grim and covering his nose. “Miss Mizuki!” He yelled as the red headed woman came over.

    “Uh-oh, someone needs a change.” Miss Mizuki said lifting the now crying girl in the air. “I’m glad I decided to put you in diapers today.”

    “She’s not going to keep doing that when she get’s bigger is she?” Tomoyo asked but remembered Big Sakura also having an accident.

    “It’s why I told you to bring one of Big Sakura’s diaper bags.” Syaoran said. “We need her to fight right now, we’ll worry about potty training her later.” He said leading Tomoyo to where Sakura was getting changed.

    “It’s ok, it’s ok,” Miss Mizuki said cleaning the little girl up. Syaoran smiled as he pulled her wand out of his pocket and handed it to her.

    “Just like in the video, ok?” He said as Sakura sniffled and repeated the chant as the wand grew larger and larger. Miss Mizuki stopped mid change and stared at the three in confusion. Syaoran nodded his approval before pulling The Big out of his pocket. “This will only listen to you, do you remember what to do?” He asked as Sakura nodded and released the card before commanding it to return her to normal.

    “S-sakura?” Miss Mizuki asked at the now full sized girl lying on the changing table.

    “I-I’m back to normal!” Sakura said jumping up. “Someone tell me what’s been going on? What’s wrong with you?” She asked puzzled as Syaoran face turned different shades.

    “Umm, Sakura.” Tomoyo whispered. “We should finish getting you dressed first.” Sakura looked down in confused before shrieking and covering herself with her hands.

    “Back up on the table, Sakura.” Miss Mizuki said after snapping out of her stunned silence and tossing the dirty diaper.

    “She’s going to need this.” Tomoyo said handing over a bigger diaper out of her bag. “Long story short we’ve been trapped in a time warp, Sakura somehow got shrunk to a toddler and regressed due to being one for so long.”

    “If I’m big again, why do I need a diaper?” Sakura asked blushing as her math teacher slid it under her.

    “Because you might forget you’re bigger.” Tomoyo explained. “Just earlier you remembered but then pooped yourself.” Sakura covered her face in her hands to hide her blush. “Here’s an outfit for her.”

    “All done.” Miss Mizuki said helping to lift up the blushing girl.

    “C’mon, we have a fight to win!” Syaoran said before leading them to the scene that started it all.

    ……………………………………………………………………………………………………

    “What are we looking for?” Sakura asked blushing after Tomoyo had to pull her thumb out of her mouth…again.

    “Any minute now.” Syaoran said scanning the school court yard. “There! The time warp, c’mon!” He said leading the charge sword in hand. Sakura could see a small patch of distorted scenery that looked a bit blurry looking through. Sakura pulled out the Sword card and summoned it before joining Syaoran’s side.

    “We’re going in?” Sakura asked as he nodded his head and the two of them stepped through. Sakura shuddered as an icy chill went through her body as she came out on the other side to find everything distorted with a purple tint.

    “There it is.” He said readying his sword at the red ribbon that wrapped around the inside of the town. “C’mon.”

    Sakura followed as the two chased the end of the red ribbon. She looked and saw various hour glasses all along the sides of the ribbon. “Are we almost there?” She asked after ten minutes of running in silence. He nodded his head before stopping abruptly. Here is where we need to sever it.” He explained stopping in front of the Orphanage. “When we sent you back in time, I think you also crossed paths with the Loop and created a new card. That’s why the time loop has effected you so much as well. I don’t think you would have regressed as much not realizing you’ve been spending everyday as a toddler.”

    “I’m so confused.” Sakura complained but readied her sword anyway. If he was right, everything would go back to the way it was. There would be no Sara or Time Loop. All that would be left was her memories of being a toddler. “I’m ready.” Sakura said. They counted to three and struck the ribbon only managing to sever it a quarter of the way.

    “Again!” Syaoran shouted as they struck again and again until they could barely lift their weapons. “Last time, and we’re through!”

    “What’s going to happen when we cut it?” Sakura asked between pants.

    “Only one way to find out.” Syaoran smiled and together with the last of their strength, they cut through as a blinding white light filled their vision.

    ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

    “So Syaoran actually let you keep it?” Tomoyo asked as they laid out on her new bed.

    “Yep.” Sakura said holding up the Clow Card that featured an hour glass covered by a red ribbon. “He said it was his way of apologizing for getting us stuck in this situation. Apparently what happened was that he got stuck in the Loop and sent me back in time, only Time and Loops powers mixed creating that time loop.” She said.

    “Sakura, no, you’re going to mess up your teeth. How many times do I have to remind you that ten year olds don’t suck their thumbs?” Tomoyo chastised playfully gently pulling Sakura’s hand from her mouth.

    “Sorry.” Sakura said blushing. “Ten year olds don’t wear diapers either.” She grumbled.

    “You’re not wetting my bed again, you’re still having accidents.” Tomoyo reminded her. “We’ll get you back to normal, don’t worry.” She said patting her friends shoulder. “So what was your favorite part of being little?” She asked giggling.

    “Honestly, umm, cuddling.” Sakura answered with a blush. “It felt great to be held, and fall asleep in someone’s arms.” She shyly admitted. “Honestly since I’ve been back to normal I’ve been having a hard time sleeping. I got so used to the affection and now that it’s gone.” She admitted with a depressed sigh.

    “Why didn’t you say so? Come here, Sakura,” Tomoyo said guiding her closer with her arms. “Is this better?”

    “Thanks, Tomoyo.” Sakura whispered holding her back and resting her head on her friends stomach. “I really miss Miss Mizuki.” She said tearing up.

    “You’ll see her in math class.” Tomoyo said running her fingers through Sakura’s hair as the other girl grumbled. “What can I do to help you re-adjust?”

    “She would…umm…give me a bottle before bed.” Sakura mumbled barely over a whisper.

    “Aww, how cute.” Tomoyo squealed.

    “Would…Would you…” Sakura tried to ask but froze.

    “You know there happens to be a bottle in the diaper bag.” Tomoyo whispered as Sakura blushed. “Do you want me to give it to you? Sakura?” She asked after not getting a response.

    “Yes.” She whispered.

    “I’ll be right back.” Tomoyo whispered leaving for a few minutes. Sakura frowned as she began to worry what was taking Tomoyo so long. What if she changed her mind? What if she thinks I’m weird? She worried as her eyes began to tear up and fears danced in her mind.

    “Sakura, what’s wrong?’ Tomoyo asked re-appearing after noticing her friends tear streaked face.

    “I thought you weren’t going to come back!” Sakura admitted as tears spilled from her eyes.

    “Sakura, it’s okay, it’s going to be ok.” Tomoyo said wrapping her arms around her friend. “I know suddenly becoming a big girl again is hard on you, but we can get through it ok. “We’ll get you back to normal. It’ll be ok.” She whispered feeling Sakura’s diaper expanding against her knee.

    “No!” Sakura moaned grabbing herself. “Ugh! I’m sorry.”

    “It’s ok, just go ahead and finish. Tell me when you’re done and we’ll get you in a fresh one.” Tomoyo said pulling away as Sakura blushed and looked down in embarrassment.

    “I’m done.” Sakura mumbled blushing as Tomoyo led her onto a towel on the floor.

    “Lay down, I’ll get you cleaned up.” Tomoyo re-assured her as she ripped the tabs off and pulled down away the used diaper before unfolding a fresh one.

    “Cold!” Sakura winced as she felt her friend cleaning her up. “Thanks ,Tomoyo” Sakura mumbled when the change was complete. “I’m sorry, I feel like my emotions are all over the place right now.” She sniffled.

    “Don’t worry about it, it’s not everyday you go from 10 to 3 to 10 for what seems like three years. If you need something, just ask. That’s what friends are for. Now let’s get some sleep, it’s your first day back to school tomorrow.” Tomoyo said picking up the bottle off the night stand and climbing into bed while patting her lap. Sakura smiled and climbed in on the other side and rested her body in her friends arms. Tomoyo gently lowered the bottle to her friends lips as Sakura closed her eyes and drank. She’s right, I’ll grow back up eventually, but for now I want to enjoy this, Sakura thought before finally drifting off to sleep.

    “Goodnight my little cardcaptor.” Tomoyo whispered setting the empty bottle on the nightstand and drifting off to sleep herself.

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    The young blonde haired woman sat in the back of the reception hall at her assigned table watching the newly wed couple share their first dance as husband and wife. Serena was happy for her childhood friend, she really was, but deep down inside she couldn’t help but feel an inkling of jealousy watching –her- dancing with him. A frightening thought popped into her head briefly. It could have been me.What would have happened had she confessed her feelings to him way back then? Would it be her now dressed in white shoving cake into his mouth?
    She smiled briefly seeing his youthful happy face. At least he’s happy, she thought with a heavy sigh.

    Serena secretly wondered as she stared at the redhead dressed in white if she was pregnant. She amused herself thinking of the most un-romantic scenarios that brought this wedding to fruition. Heaven forbid it was because he actually loved her- that would be boring. Serena hated to admit it, but Misty did look gorgeous in her wedding dress. It was Pikachu though, Ash’s best man, that stole the show looking absolutely adorable dressed in a little tux. They even had an Eevee playing the part of the ring bearer.

    Serena clapped along with everybody else once the couple’s first dance was over and the floor was opened up as the DJ began playing music. She scanned the crowd for anyone she might know, but it seemed she was a little out of place, so she sat alone for some time at the table until Ash was free to talk to. She’d give her obligatory congratulations, have dinner and take off. The two girls who joined her at the table soon snapped her out of her thoughts.

    “Is anyone sitting here? I know it’s assigned seating, but I had to get away from them for a little while.” The black haired girl said as Serena motioned for her to go ahead and sit down. “Thanks, the love birds are making me sick.” She explained pulling out the chair and taking a seat. “I’m Emily, Ash’s sister.”

    “Oh, hello, I’m Serena. I used to travel with Ash back in the day.” She explained.

    “I’m Dawn,” Another girl said sitting down on Serena’ s right. It was the color of her hair that Serena had first noticed. Something new; something blue. She watched her for a moment out of the corner of her eye as the two girls continued their previous conversation. The black haired girl kept going on and on about different plants as Dawn nodded politely every once in a while. Serena figured she’d take this moment to excuse herself from the table and go change. Clearly she wouldn’t be missing anything conversation wise.

    Once alone in the bathroom stall, Serena lifted up her dress and slid down the used garment. She cringed in disgust that she had actually had to use that thing during the ceremony. Her mother had insisted she come prepared just in case as weddings had a tendency to drag on. After a brief argument, she had agreed to wear it.

    After quickly cleaning herself and slipping on the pair of panties she had brought with her in her purse, Serena debated what she should do with the evidence. No trash can, of course, she thought looking around in her stall. She’d have to take it with her and toss it in the trashcan by the sink. Serena peeked through the crack in the door to make sure the coast was clear before exiting while holding the disgusting thing at arms length away from her.

    Serena froze in place as the door opened, leaving her standing in shock while holding a wet diaper as both Emily and Dawn entered. “It’s not what it looks like!” she blurted out while regretting it the moment the words left her lips. All she had done was successfully draw attention to herself.

    Emily looked from Serena to the sodden granny panty looking undergarment that she held away from her with disgust. Emily’s green eyes softened in understanding as she put the pieces together first. “No big deal,” she said with a shrug before entering a stall leaving Serena and Dawn standing awkwardly together.

    “So, uh, you saving that for someone?” Dawn asked in jest after Serena had made no attempts to move from the spot she seemed glued to in order to throw it away. Serena’s face began to glow bright red as she finally found her footing and voice as she made quick work of disposing of the evidence before washing her hands.

    Emily soon re-emerged. “Did something happen?” she asked her noticing Serena’s red face and puffy eyes. “You’re new to wearing diapers, aren’t you?”

    “I don’t wear diapers!” Serena shot back as Dawn raised an eyebrow at her. “All the time…” she mumbled at the end.

    “I used to have to wear them all the time.” Emily said, “ I used to be so scared of people finding out, but after a while, you don’t really care anymore. I’m guessing by your reaction it’s new to you, since you looked like you were caught murdering someone.”

    Know it all, Serena thought before sighing. “Got thrown off a Rhyhorn during a race.”

    “Ooh.” Both Emily and Dawn said with a grimace.

    “I’m still healing, I tore some muscles down there and haven’t been able to hold it for long periods. I thought it would be rude to keep having to leave during the ceremony…” Serena explained.

    “Well I hope you get better!” Dawn said cheerfully. “Now are we going to stay in this bathroom all night, or are we going to eat? I’m starving!” The others nodded in agreement and filed out of the ladies room. On the way back to the table, the group passed a bulletin board of various advertisements and announcements of upcoming attractions coming into town. It had happened so fast that if Serena hadn’t been looking in that particular direction, she would have missed what Emily tore from the board and crumpled up.

    “What was that about?” Serena whispered to Dawn as Emily tossed the crumpled up flyer in the trash.

    “No idea, “ she whispered back giggling. “I’m going to find out. Distract her!” She said while slipping away and heading back to the trashcan as if she were an secret agent on a mission searching for clues. She flashed Serena a smile before sticking her hand in the trash and retrieving the crumped ball of paper that seemed to have upset the other girl so much. Serena smiled back as she let herself get wrapped up in Dawn’s boisterous personality and search for answers.

    “Where’d Dawn go?” Emily asked taking a seat at their table before picking up her fork and digging into the plate of fettuccine alfredo that was being served for dinner.

    “So, are you a trainer or…?” Serena asked to distract her.

    “Well, I have a few pokemon, but I’m interning at the Pokemon Center in Cerulean City.” Emily said between bites of food.

    “Nice, but I have no idea where that is. I’m not from around here.” Serena said taking a sip of her wine. She caught Emily staring at it with a hint of longing in her eyes before she sighed and took a drink from her soda.

    “Hey, sorry, I’m back.” Dawn said sitting in between the two before winking at Serena and passing her a torn up picture of a brunette haired girl she recognized from several Silph Co. advertisements she had seen hanging up around town. So strange, she thought folding it up and slipping it into her purse.

    “Hello, ladies, “ A waiter said appearing with a bottle of wine. “ May I top of your glasses?”

    “Thank you,” both Serena and Dawn said as their glasses were refilled.

    Emily glanced at the empty wine glass next to her before pushing it forward in a failed attempt to get some.

    “May I see your trainer card, miss?” The waiter asked as Emily hung her head in defeat and mumbled something that sounded like a “never mind”.

    Dawn flashed a mischievous smile at Serena before taking a long and drawn out sip from her glass. “Mmm, isn’t the wine here spectacular?”

    “It is; it really goes great with dinner.” Serena agreed having to hold back her giggles.

    “You want some, Emily?” Dawn asked offering her glass to the girl whose eyes sparkled as she nodded her head and began reaching for it. Dawn pulled it away just out of arms reach and smiled. “First you have to tell us what that was all about with the poster.”

    Serena smiled behind her glass. Dawn was good, maybe she was a secret agent after all, she thought with a laugh. Emily frowned while thinking it over.

    “I just don’t like advertisements.” She answered.

    “Do you believe her?” Dawn asked Serena.

    “Not a chance,” Serena said. “Too bad, this really is good wine.”

    “Fine,” Emily said rolling her eyes. “It’s because of the girl on the flyer.”

    “Go on.” Dawn said inching the glass a little closer towards Emily. “Whatcha got against the new prez of Silph Co?”

    “We, umm, used to date.” Emily mumbled. Dawn and Serena exchanged a look of surprise. They had expected a response like, “She was a stuck up bitch,” or something, but a confession of a past lesbian love? Serena nodded as Dawn handed over her glass, but Emily now seemed to be lost in thought. Now this conversation was much more interesting than plants.

    “Now when you said date, you mean you were actually…?” Serena asked.

    “Dating.”

    “You had a girl friend?” Dawn asked a little doubtful as Emily nodded seemingly interested now in a half-eaten piece of garlic bread.

    “Were you two serious?” Serena asked completely intrigued.

    “I guess,” Emily mumbled taking a sip from the glass of wine.

    “Did you two…do it?” Dawn blurted out as Serena nearly choked on her fork. Way to be subtle. The girl being questioned turned a bright red before knocking back the rest of the wine like it was a shot. Well that’s a yes, Serena thought taking the empty glass away and replacing it with her full one.

    “This might sound like a dumb question, but…umm, how?” Dawn asked as Emily nearly spit out her drink.

    “With, umm, fingers…” Emily whispered with a blush as both Dawn and Serena leaned in closer to hear. Now this, Serena thought, was an interesting topic. “And one time a vibrator in the shower.” Serena shifted her weight a bit in the chair to get comfortable, she hadn’t expected this topic to get her flustered, but it was having an obvious impact yet she wanted to know more.

    “What other stories do you have?” Serena asked in a hushed tone trying to keep the excitement from her voice.

    “Well, one time we went to the store and bought some whipped cream and chocolate syrup.” Emily said getting a little more comfortable. Serena figured it was because of the one and a half glasses she drank, but if it meant keeping the story going and getting some juicy details, she’d order her an entire bottle if that were what it would take.

    “Yeah,” Both Serena and Dawn said pressing for more.

    “And some rope.” Emily admitted… “Then she, umm, tied me up to the bed…”

    “Yes!” Both girls said again wide-eyed.

    “She poured chocolate syrup on me in certain places and then licked it off.” Emily admitted blushing fiercely.

    “That’s pretty, umm…” Dawn started to say.

    “Hot.” Serena said as Dawn nodded in agreement.

    “I just have one more question for you; how far along is Misty?” Serena asked.

    “Three months…” Emily admitted before grimacing as she realized what she just said.

    “Knew it!” Serena said.

    “EMILY KETCHUM!” a shout said next to the table as an angry looking woman with hands on her hips approached. “That better not be alcohol you’re drinking!” Delia shouted.

    “Shit,” Emily said underneath her breath before she was dragged away by the ear towards the family table with Emily gasping in pain the whole way.

    “Awe, there goes our fun,” Dawn said before stretching. “Want to go walk around out front and feed the Pidgey’s?”

    “Yeah, sure,” Serena agreed as the pair left the reception hall and wandered around out front, remnants of dinner rolls in hand.

    The pair walked around for what felt like hours, talking and laughing while throwing a few bread crumbs here and there. Serena was surprised at how easily she got along with Dawn and how fast the two had cliqued. In no time at all it felt like they had been friends for years despite having only met a few hours ago. They reminisced about the good old days of traveling with Ash. Before she could stop herself, Serena was telling her all about the huge crush she used to have on him and the strange hollow feeling she felt watching him marry someone else.

    “It makes sense, he was your first love after all.” Dawn said after listening to Serena pour her heart out. “I’m just guessing though, I don’t know what love feels like. Some nights though, I wonder what it would be like to be held in someone’s arms while I fall asleep.”

    “It’s one of the best feelings.” Serena said with a sigh. “It’s been a long time though.” She said sitting on the grassy hill overlooking the pond. “Who knew the bookworm earlier was in a sexual relationship with another girl?”

    “Right? I was so surprised! Here I was thinking that girl had to be the most boring person on the planet. That conversation sure took a turn.” Dawn said. “Guess we shouldn’t judge people so fast.”

    “Yeah,” Serena said now eye-level with Dawn’s waist. A sudden violent rustling in the nearby trees turned their attention as a strong gust of wind came rushing through sending leaves and flower petals dancing through the air. A sudden gasp from Dawn caused Serena to glance over and catch sight of the girl fighting a loosing battle with her skirt as it blew up revealing her childish cartoon panties.

    “Don’t laugh!” Dawn said fake sulking with an obvious tinted red face. Serena wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or embarrassment, but it made the girl look cute.

    “Piplup panties, huh?” Serena said giggling. “How old are you?”

    “You’re one to talk, diaper girl.” Dawn said sticking out her tongue playfully.

    “I’m not wearing a diaper.” Serena said while rolling her eyes.

    “Oh, yeah? Prove it.” Dawn challenged with a smirk. She hadn’t expected Serena to accept as she had only been joking, but her eyes went wide as the blonde stood and lifted up the hem of her dress as Dawn got a good look of the much more mature red lacey undergarments.

    “No diaper,” Serena said now smirking herself at the blush that had formed across Dawn’s face. “I never turn down a challenge.”

    “Fancy,” Dawn said once she found her voice. “Where’d you get them?”

    “I made them.”

    “What? You made them?” Dawn asked in surprise.

    “I design lingerie.” Serena said. “I have a whole line out in stores. You’d look pretty good in the blue ones.”

    “Wow, nice. Heh, thanks, but it’s not like I have plans for anyone to see them anytime soon.” Dawn said squatting down to pick up a dandelion.

    “For someone who says they aren’t going to be seen, Piplup sure seems to be making an awful lot of appearances today.” Serena teased after getting another good look in between the other girls legs. Dawn stuck out her tongue again before sitting down next to her on the hill as the two watched the sunset together. She wasn’t sure why, but Serena really wanted to put her arm around Dawn; she was just so cute and childish. She found herself leaning closer towards her until their hands accidentally brushed against each other. Serena could see the blush on the other girl’s face in the fading sunlight, but she made no move to pull her hand away so Serena held it in hers. Dawn’s hand was so smooth and so-unlike a man’s. It fit perfectly within her own.

    Another cold wind swept across landscape as the two shivered together, but this time it was Dawn who huddled up closer. Serena tentatively wrapped an arm around her as Dawn leaned in and let herself rest against Serena’s side. Something about this just felt so right to her; she wouldn’t even mind staying like this for the rest of the night. If only she didn’t have to pee.

    Serena quietly cursed under her breath as she tried to shift. This had been so nice. Why now of all times? She tried to hold it as best she could, but her constant shifting and squirming alerted Dawn to a problem.

    “Something the matter?” she asked. “You seem uncomfortable, is this too weird for you?” she asked sitting up.

    “No, no! It’s not you, I was actually enjoying this.” Serena admitted as Dawn smiled. “I have to pee,” She mumbled.

    “Can’t you hold it?” Dawn teased leaning back into her.

    “No, I’m sorry.” Serena admitted before muttering. “Stupid Rhyhorn.”

    Dawn quickly sat up as her eyes went wide in revelation. “I totally forgot about that.” She admitted. “We walked pretty far from the hotel, can you make it back?”

    “Umm, I’m not sure. I’ll try.” She said sitting up and getting to her feet.

    “You can always just go in the trees if you don’t think you can make it.” Dawn said pointing to the rows of pine trees.

    “We’re not kids anymore, Dawn.” Serena said with a scowl.

    “If you gotta go, you gotta go.” She said with a shrug.

    “I’d rather just hold it.” Serena said looking around. “I’m going to head back.” Dawn nodded in agreement as the two set off towards the hotel. About fifteen minutes into the walk Serena grimaced as she felt the pressure becoming more and more unbearable as she let out a groan.

    “Are you gonna be ok?” Dawn asked in concern. “You can squeeze my hand if you wa- I TAKE IT BACK! LET GO LET GO!” She whimpered holding her crushed fingers.

    Serena crossed her legs before continuing on the trek back, but froze in place at the first signs of leakage. “No no no,” she moaned as warm droplets began snaking down her legs. She looked around in a panic, but there was no cover anywhere. She could either squat down in front of Dawn right here and now or wet herself while walking. The blue haired girl smiled sympathetically at her in understanding. She wasn’t going to make it and they both knew it.

    “Damn it, I’m sorry,” Serena mumbled stopping in defeat as she lifted her dress out of the way. It was already too late for her underwear so she didn’t even bother moving them out of the way. She hadn’t even been able to squat down before she lost control as warm urine streamed down her legs. At least she could save her dress she thought with a pitiful laugh. “Should have gone in the trees like you said, you must think I’m disgusting now.” She said choking back a sob.
    “Hey, it’s okay, it happens.” Dawn said trying to reassure her while putting a hand on her shoulder.

    “I’m 24-years-old and this is the third time I’ve had an accident in front of someone since the injury. I came to Kanto to get away from what happened in my home region and all I did was create more painful memories!”

    “Shh, shh, it’s okay, I promise. I don’t think you’re disgusting.” Dawn said rubbing the other girl’s back. “You’re a beautiful and talented designer who just needs a bit more time to heal is all. Now c’mon, take those wet panties off before you get sick.”

    “So not how my underwear is supposed to come off at a wedding.” Serena half-laughed and half-cried.

    “Heh, would you rather me take them off?” Dawn blurted out before cringing and covering her mouth as both girl’s blushed fiercely.

    “Not when they’re like this,” Serena said moving in quickly before she lost the nerve and kissed Dawn’s cheek. She cringed while reaching up and pulled down her soaked panties while Dawn held her face where Serena’s lips had brushed against them.

    “So what happened in your home region?” Dawn asked once she had recovered from the shock.

    “Wet myself on stage during a fashion show.” Serena mumbled holding her wet undergarments in the crook of her index finger.

    “I’m sorry, that must have been horrible.” Dawn said cringing at the thought.

    “It wasn’t my most glamorous moment.” Serena admitted with a sigh. Dawn smiled sympathetically as she took the blondes hand in hers. “Thank you for being so sweet and understanding, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you.”

    “I’ve enjoyed hanging out with you as well,” Dawn said. “I feel so comfortable around you; It doesn’t feel like we just met.” She admitted locking eyes with Serena with a kind and gentle smile as she leaned back against a thin pine tree.

    “I feel the same,” Serena said tucking her soiled underwear into her purse before meeting Dawn’s gaze. She felt her heart beating rapidly inside her chest as she looked into the girl’s sea blue eyes that seemed to beckon her closer. Serena’s outstretched hand moved automatically, as if it was on auto-pilot, gently brushing Dawn’s long bangs out of her eyes. “You’re really pretty.” Serena said quietly as her face inched closer and closer.

    “So are you,” Dawn whispered back sliding her palm across Serena’s face. “Go on, I dare you.”

    “You know I never back down from a challenge.” Serena whispered back lightly pressing her lips against Dawn’s.

    “You call that a kiss?” Dawn teased when they broke apart before leaning in for more. Her arms found their way around Serena’s neck as they each found their rhythm. Dawn’s lips sent a serious of strange, but not un-pleasant, sensations coursing through Serena’s body. She wanted to feel more of her. She wanted to know every inch of her mouth and lips and wanted to feel more of her pressed against her.

    “Where are you staying?” Serena finally asked once the two had broken a part for air.

    “The pokemon center.” Dawn said resting her head on Serena’s shoulder as she let the others woman’s arms hold her against her body.

    “I’ve got a room at the hotel. You could stay with me.” Serena whispered.

    “How many beds are there?”

    “Just one.” Serena said softly taking her by the hand.

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    The two girls sat side by side on the hotel bed after each had had a turn in the shower.

    “I knew you’d look amazing in the blue ones.” Serena said admiring Dawn’s body in the lacy blue lingerie. “They go great with your hair.”

    “Thanks.” Dawn said with a nervous smile looking down at her body. “I’ve never worn anything like this before.”

    “You look great.” Serena said again sporting a matching pink set of her own.

    “I-I-don’t know what to do.” Dawn admitted after a moment of awkward and tense silence.

    “I’m not quite sure either, to be honest.” Serena said. “We can just start where we left off and see what happens.” She said taking her hand and running her fingers through Dawn’s wet hair. The other nodded and gave a nervous giggle before continuing their kiss from earlier only breaking apart occasionally to breathe and turn on some music.

    “Can I touch you?” Dawn asked as Serena nodded her head. Dawn gently took her palm and slowly traced down the girls shoulders until she hesitantly came to rest on top of her bra. Serena nodded her approval again before Dawn lightly cupped her breast in her hands through the lacey material. Serena resumed their kiss as she began to explore Dawn’s chest as well before reaching down and slowly feeling her stomach, hips and thighs.

    “Can I touch you here?” Serena asked resting a finger a top the other’s panties as Dawn hesitantly nodded. Serena very carefully and slowly traced along the various bumps that pressed against the fabric inside. After a few slow and teasing laps she began to feel moisture against her fingers. “You’re getting wet.” Serena whispered as Dawn’s face turned red. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her panties and began teasing her directly as Dawn’s legs twitched a little involuntarily.

    “Do you masturbate, Dawn?” she asked as the blue haired girl shook her head. “So you’ve never had anything inside of you?” Another no. “I don’t want to hurt you, so I have an idea.” Serena said pulling her damp fingers away and pulling Dawn’s body to the edge of the bed as she sat between her legs on the floor and pulled the blue panties down Dawn’s legs.

    “What are you doing?” Dawn asked as she let herself be positioned as she stared up at the ceiling. “SE-SER-SERENA!” she gasped closing her legs at the unexpected sensation.

    “Shh, it’s ok. Just enjoy it.” Serena said patting the girl’s thigh reassuringly and opening her legs. “I’ll make you feel good.”

    “But..but it’s dir- AHH!” Dawn moaned clenching the bedding in her fists as she twitched at the strange yet wonderful sensation of Serena’s tongue. “Oh god, Oh god.”

    “See, I told you.” Serena said between licks as she held down Dawn’s squirming legs. After a few minute’s she could feel Dawn’s lower parts beginning to twitch against her tongue while she alternated between licking and sucking as the girl’s moaning grew louder.

    “I..feel…strange!” Dawn moaned. “Something’s going to come out! Stop!”

    “It means… you’re going to… cum. It’s…okay…to…cum…”

    “N-no! I feel like I’m going to pee!”

    “It’s okay, it happens. It’s why I moved you off the bed. There’s an ice bucket under you, don’t worry.” Serena said rubbing her to keep the sensation going so she could talk. “Just relax and ride it out.” She said before going back to her previous method of stimulation.

    “Ahh, Serena!” Dawn moaned. “It feels so hot! Ahh! Serena! Serena! I can’t hold it much longer!”

    “Just…let…it…happen….before you do, say, ‘I’m coming,’”

    “Ahh, ahh!” Dawn panted locking her knees around Serena’s head. “C-can’t hold it! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” She yelled as Serena pulled her head back in the nic of time as liquid began trickling into the bucket below.

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    “That…was…amazing.” The blue haired girl said rolling over and wrapping her arms around Serena. “Thank you.” She mumbled before letting out a long yawn.

    “You’re pretty good yourself, Miss-I-Have-No-Idea-What-I’m-Doing.” Serena teased kissing her forehead and pulling her in closer as the two fell asleep in each others arms…

  12. Chapter 3: Mother's Love
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    Thank you Justice for ressurecting this story with me! I'm so happy and now I feel like I can finish this one day! So I shall be updating this regularly! So enough talking let's get on with the show!
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    Yui let out a loud yawn as she sat up in bed, soon wiping away the resulting tears. With no nightmares, her bedsheets were dry, a huge relief to her. She slowly sat up in bed before questioning why she had woken up early. Normally, Asuna would wake her up, and she’s go get breakfast… Yui’s right eye twitched as her hands shot between her legs. “B-bathroom!” She got up in a hurry, bending at the knees as she felt gravity take hold of her bladder for a second, and she could have sworn she was about to pee right then and there. But, as the urge subsided, she managed to get enough strength in her legs to make a mad dash for the bathroom. She opened the door to the bedroom and ran out.

     

    …Right into Asuna. She collided with the girl, soon recoiling in the impact and falling on her butt. A second went by as her mind tried to process what happened, but suddenly a warm wetness could be felt between her legs, and a puddle spread around her. The pink nightdress she wore to bed darkened at the bottom of it, and the back was absolutely soaked.

     

    “Y-Yui!” Asuna said in surprise, not expecting to collide with her daughter. “I was just about to wake you for breakfast, a-and…” Yui couldn’t stop herself from crying. She didn’t have a wet bed, she realized she had to go, and she was on her way, but that still wasn’t enough.

     

    “I-I’m so sorry momma…” Yui covered her red face with her hands, too embarrassed to look up at Asuna.

     

    Asuna smiled back. “No, Yui, momma understands, there’s nothing to be ashamed off.” She offered a hand, and after a small sniff, Yui accepted it, rising to her feet. “In fact, I was going to bring up this topic after breakfast, but I guess it’s better to get it out of the way.” She kissed Yui on the forward as she finished the words, whispering to Yui in a sweet voice, “I want you to give me your dirty clothes, but don’t put anything on yet, ok?” Yui nodded, and did as she was told, walking into the bedroom and stripping, folding the clothes so the wet parts were inside and hidden from view.

     

    When Asuna walked in with a package, Yui’s eyes went wide. “Wh-what are those?” Yui asked, not believing what she saw in front of her. Asuna’s comforting smile only made her more worried.

     

    “Oh, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, Yui, momma had to wear these when she was young, too.”

     

    “B-but I don’t need them!”

     

    “Really? Then why do I recall a mad dash to the bathroom just a moment ago?” Yui shuffled looked to her feet, sitting on the bed and giving a sigh.

     

    “I… I coulda’ made it…”

     

    “But just in case you don’t, these will catch those little accidents, silly!” Yui gave a pouted, looking away. “Don’t give momma that, you remember what you did yesterday without realizing it, remember?”

     

    Yui teared up, thinking back to how she soiled herself without even realizing it. “I-I don’t want to be a baby…”

     

    “And you don’t have to, you’re still momma’s big girl, alright?” Yui nodded, and soon the diaper process began, getting cleaned up, powdered, and taped up with a diaper that had little fairies on it. The fairies themselves appeared as if they were dancing across the puffy diaper, and Yui found a little cheer in the design. Her momma even helped her into a purple long-sleeved shirt that kept her nice and warm, but she didn’t share the same view with the skirt, which hid her panties fine, but with the big poofy diaper, it seemed a bit lacking. “Now, Yui,” Asuna stated. “You can’t use the toilet when you have those on.”

     

    “What? B-b-but momma, you said these were just in case!”

     

    “But it’ll be difficult to remove the diaper, and once it’s off we can very well put it back on, can we?” Yui didn’t really know how to react. She tried to figure out how obvious the diaper would be under her skirt when it was used. “Come on, Yui, your breakfast is getting cold!” With her momma changing to a more important topic, Yui looked up from her skirt, rushing into the kitchen as if her food couldn’t wait a minute longer. Asuna gave a short laugh before moving a plate over to Yui, the little girl digging in with gusto. “Slow down, Yui, momma doesn’t want you sick.”

     

    Yui stopped for a moment, swallowing what food was in her mouth before nodding to her mother. “Sorry, momma, your cooking is so good, I just want to eat it all at once!” They both shared a laugh before Yui downed her milk quickly, soon feeling rather bloated.

     

    “What’d I tell you, Yui? If you eat like daddy you’ll get sick.” She blinked a few times before she got up. “Oh, speaking of daddy, I’m going to have to help him clear a dungeon and I’ll be gone for the rest of the day. I trust you’ll be on your best behavior?”

     

    Yui was forlorn. “B-but momma, if you and daddy are both gone, who will be watching me?”

     

    Asuna patted the girl’s head. “Oh, don’t worry, I asked a friend to come and watch you, she’s nice, and her name is Silica.”

     

    “Silly-cuh.” Yui attempted, unsure about the resulting word.

     

    “Hahah, no, not silly, you silly girl, it’s Sill-ick-uh.” She repeated the name slowly, making sure Yui got the pronunciation correct.

     

    “Sill-ick-uh. Silica.” She smiled warmly as she got it right on her third try. Asuna patted her on the head once more.

     

    “That’s right, Yui! She even has a pet, but I don’t know if she’ll bring it with her.” She heard a knocking on the door and turned around, realizing it must have been her. Asuna then greeted her at the door as Silica soon ran towards Yui and knelt down to her. "Oh you’re so cute!" Silica said.

     

    Yui looked at her expectantly and looked around, soon realizing she didn't have her pet with her. "Where's your pet?"

     

    "I decided to give Pina the day off.” Silica replied. “Anyway, my name is Silica! What's yours?"

     

    "Yui." She told her, a little miffed about not being able to play with Pina. Asuna then said her goodbye and shut the door while Yui tried to get her mind away from wearing a diaper.

     

    "So what do you wanna do?" Silica asked kindly.

     

    Yui bit her lip and replied, "How about we make cookies so when momma gets home she has something to snack on!"

     

    Silica perked up and smiled, "That's a great idea!" Silica then clicked on her inventory and got the materials out. She quickly grabbed two baking sheets and let Yui place cookie dough on each spot of the pan, quickly filling up the empty space.

     

    Yui's tummy began to growl and she then felt the need to use the bathroom. She felt like she should tug on Silica's shoulder and tell her she needed to go, but it would be too embarrassing. As the urge became stronger, Yui crossed her legs and watched Silica put both baking sheets in the stove for them to cook. With the diaper in the way, her crossed legs did little to help, and Yui couldn't hold it any longer. Her pee hissed in the diaper as Yui's face began to turn red, unable to stop herself from wetting herself. If it couldn't get any worse, her diaper soon started to fill with poop as well, only making the blush on her face intensify more. After a few moments of this, she was soon empty, and her sagging diaper almost peeked out from under her skirt. To say the least, her diaper felt heavy and squishy. This was a feeling she had never experienced before, even when she had soiled her panties.

     

    Silica then caught a whiff of the stench and turned towards Yui who tried her best to look innocent. At first, Silica thought Yui simply needed a bath, but it smelled entirely different than that of dirt. Silica had noticed the smell before; she used to babysit kids that were younger than her, after all, so her instincts told her to lift up her skirt and check if Yui made a mess. So, with her mind made up, she did what her instincts told her, and to her surprise, she saw a brown and yellow stained diaper.

     

    "Um... Yui... why are you wearing a diaper?" Silica asked as she knelt down beside her. Silica examined it more and it was indeed dirty. Yui, unable to come up with a better response, feeling overwhelmed, and rather embarrassed about her situation, she began to cry. “Shhh, it’s okay.” Silica said with a smile, trying to calm Yui down. “I just want to know is all.”

     

    "I... just... have... accidents..." Yui sniffled, hiccupping between each word.

     

    "Well, it’s okay, diapers protect you from that. Let's get you changed, okay?” She grabbed Yui by the hand, leading her away from the stove. “I just wished Asuna would’ve told me about this so I would have been prepared."

     

    Silica laid Yui down on the bed and put the changing supplies next to her. She then took off Yui's skirt and untaped her messy diaper, tugging the front of the diaper down and revealed Yui's messy parts. Yui tried to look away at this sight, but she grew eager what Silica was going to do. Silica did not bat an eye at the sight of this mess, instead continuing unpausing, grabbing a couple of baby wipes and beginning to wipe Yui's parts. She also lifted Yui's legs and wiped down there as well. Silica quickly grabbed the dirty diaper from underneath Yui and placed the dirty wipes in the diaper before wrapping it all up. Silica then grabbed a new diaper and slid it under her before powdering her parts gently. With precision, Silica lifted the diaper over Yui's parts and tapped the sides together, giving Yui a big smile.

     

    "All done!" Silica told her as she helped Yui put her skirt on over her diaper.

     

    Yui folded her arms and tried to hide the blush. She was ashamed someone saw her parts and cleaned her as if she were a baby.

     

    "You alright? I bet that's the first time in a long time that someone changed your diapers." Silica told her.

     

    Yui nodded reluctantly. While she wasn’t ready to fully admit one way or another, she was at least glad to be out of the soiled diaper. “Yeah, I’m fine, I just wish momma changed my diaper instead of you…”

     

    Silica grabbed her by the hand, dragging her off the bed. “Come on, Yui, we need to watch those cookies, and I’m sure you’d want to play a few games with me while I’m here, right?”

     

    Yui nodded, a grin forming on her lips. “Yeah! Let’s play something fun!”

  13. Endless Desire: Chapter III
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    Illya then stopped in her tracks before remembering she still had her pajamas on. She let go of Miyu and slowly walked her way back into her room with a dumbfounded look on her face.

     

    "I will be right back... I forgot to change clothes." Illya told Miyu.

     

    Illya shut the door to her room and picked out: a pink skirt, long striped socks, and a yellow t-shirt with a five-leaved purple flower on it. Quickly, she tossed her pajamas off to the side and put her yellow t-shirt on first. She then put her legs through the holes of her skirt and slid it up to her body and then put it on the level where her shirt and panties met. Soon after, she put her stripped socks on and walked out of the room to meet Miyu.

     

    "Now, we can go!" Illya said with glee as she dragged Miyu down stairs and into the living room. She then made her way to the door and put her white sneakers on.

     

    Miyu sat next to her as she tried to act like nothing had happened just a few minutes ago.

     

    "Something wrong, Miyu?" Illya perked up while looking at Miyu's gloomy face.

     

    "N-nothing... I'm fine. " Miyu lied. After she was done putting her shoes on, Illya stood above and offered her a hand to help her up. Miyu grasped it as Illya pulled her up.

     

    "I'm going to out for a bit with Miyu. I will be back in 2 hours or so." Illya announced.

     

    "Have fun you two!" Irisviel called out from the kitchen.

     

    Illya opened the door and walked out while Miyu followed. She then shut it as she began walking on the sidewalk that was in the direction towards town. Miyu began to walk beside her while the cool breeze blew up against her hair.

     

    "Miyu, do you mind if I ask you something since its just us two and no one is around." Illya asked.

     

    "... Go ahead." Miyu replied quietly.

     

    Illya's face began to turn red as she began to speak, "Why do you like wearing diapers... you also mentioned you like acting like a baby... why is that?"

     

    Miyu face turned crimson once she had said this. Miyu bit her lip before taking a deep breath. " Before I met you, I was alone... I had no one... so... I went back to where I was happy the most... when I was a baby. It was the only thing that made me happy..."

     

    There was a small bit of silence between them. As Illya took it about what Miyu had just told her. They kept on walking as Illya thought of a reason to reply back. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Miyu having had no one, being alone all the time.

     

    "But things have changed for the better you have friends now! Are you happy?" Illya asked. Wanting to know how Miyu felt. They then stopped under a shady tree and Illya gently took Miyu's hands in her.

     

    "I.. I am happy but its just..." Miyu's voice seemed to trail off..

     

    For a while Miyu was happy that things in her life had changed for the better. Miyu still did enjoy acting like a baby and wearing diapers. They made her feel safe and one could go so far as to say loved.

     

    Illya was about to ask another question, Suddenly a strong yet gentle breeze blew across the side walk. Blowing up their skirts to reveal a small white diaper below for Miyu and a small pair of white panties for Illya. Both girls dropped their hands to their skirts pushing them down to block anyone's perverted view.

     

    This had made both of their cheeks turn into a rosy red color. The breeze returned to normal which led both of them to start walking again.

     

    Miyu still wasn't able to bring herself to tell Illya that she was indeed happy. As there was more than that, but she would let her know at a later time.

     

    As both of them walked along, it was Illya who broke the silence again.

     

    "So, Miyu is there anywhere you'd like to go before we get something to eat?" She asked, Miyu tried think of somewhere where they could go, but as she thought she felt the need to pee beginning to show its faint signs once again.

     

    "Umm, can we go to the park?" Miyu asked quietly.

     

    Miyu didn't want to go anywhere that had a lot of people seeing as how things were moving along badly for her. With each step she took, her need to pee grew ever so stronger.

     

    "Sure we can!" Illya answered happily.

     

    Reaching over, she took Miyu's hand gently quickening her pace to the park. She nearly dragged Miyu along behind her who stumbled about trying to regain her footing. This didn't help her bladder much as she felt small stabs of pain in her lower chest.

     

    Ten minutes later they arrived at the park.

     

    All around them were rows upon rows of cherry blossom trees. With their pink blossoms dancing in the breeze, a small sidewalk entered the park where small rows of green hills could be seen to the left and right of them.

     

    While, Illya was enjoying the sight Miyu on the other hand was quietly. Whimpering to herself about how she needed to pee rather badly and wanted to cross her legs together. The thought of using her diaper like before crossed her mind, but she didn't want Illya to hear the sound of her peeing again so, she softly bit her lip.

     

    "This is so beautiful isn't it Miyu?" Illya asked.

     

    Miyu after several moments spoke up again.

     

    "It really is..." She replied.

     

    Miyu gave the park only a quick run over. She was trying to occupy her need to pee. She then payed attention to Illya, who started forward into the park and walked several steps, but she then saw Miyu wasn't with her. She then turned around and saw that her friend was still at the parks entrance.

     

    "Miyu are you okay is something wrong?" Illya asked a hint of concern in her voice.

     

    "N-nothing wrong..." Miyu quickly said back.

     

    "Then why are you standing there not moving?" She asked.

     

    Miyu thought of a lie real quickly.

     

    "I've got a cramp in my leg!" Miyu responded back clearly lying to Illya.

     

    "Would you like some help in walking to the bench over here?" Illya asked pointing to a small bench near a couple of rose bushes not to far from her.

     

    Miyu took small steps forward and before she stopped for a moment. "N..no I can make it!" Miyu told Illya. She had to tok her time moving very slowly so Illya wouldn't hear a sound, if a sound were to come from below. To pass the time, Illya walked over to one of the roses and leaned down gave it a smell.

     

    With her back turned to her, Miyu moved forward to join her friend, but in her haste she moves far too and quickly felt a steady stream of pee flood into her diaper. Touching between her legs, Miyu closes her eyes in defeat. The embarrassment of her peeing was quite strong as her diaper started to turn yellow around her crotch area. This caused Miyu worry if it could leak.

     

    The stream stopped and remembered it could a hold a lot before it could leak. Soon, small chunks off poop entered her diaper as she quickly joined up with Illya and tugged on her shoulder.

     

    "Can we leave and get something to eat?" Miyu asked as her face turned red.

     

    "We just got here! Is something wrong?" Illya replied.

     

    "Nope everything is just fine... I'm just really hungry now." Miyu told her. Though, the way her cheeks had looked was is a different story. Illya saw this but didn't say anything and soon gave into her friends demands.

     

    "Okay, there's a nice place down the road a couple of blocks lets head there." Illya said with a smile. She once again grabbed Miyu's hand and started lead her out of the park though, she was disappointed that she couldn't enjoy more of it. They then arrive at the restaurant fifteen minutes later during the walk there.

     

    Miyu felt the warm dampness spread between her legs as she moving further and further. She then sat at a table and saw two steak plates that were prepared for them after a few minutes of waiting in line and order. Miyu took her fork and lightly stabbed her steak before putting it into Illya's mouth. Illya then gulped as she smiled at Miyu.

     

    "This is some good food." Illya said as she was spoon fed by Miyu once more.

     

    "... It is..." Miyu wondered.

     

    Illya then grabbed Miyu's spoon and fed her as well. She then gulped it down.

     

    "Oh... it really is." She said shyly.

     

    Miyu's body then growled as she whispered in her ear, "Um... I'm about to um... I don't think.. I can..."

     

    Its fine. There is no need to worry. I know you went in the park... Just go and I will change you after your done." Illya whispered in a gentle voice.

     

    Miyu's face turned red as her diapers began to fill with even more pee and poop. She clenched Illya's shoulder as the back of her skirt became bulky from the mess she was letting out. Illya hugged her tight while slowly her bladder and bowels began to stop. A small stream of pee came rushing down her leg while Illya looked curiously at it.

     

    "You done now, Miyu?" Illya said with a gentle voice.

     

    Miyu looked at Illya and tried her best to hold the tears in. She looked down while her face turned extremely red. Illya could tell that this must have been really embarrassing for her to do this. Nevertheless, what's done is done.

     

    "Yes..." Miyu said quietly. Illya grabbed Miyu's hand and pushed her chair in before walking into the family restroom and locked the door.

     

    "Um... I'm new at this so if I don't get it right... don't hate me okay. So please... Lay down, Miyu." Illya said as she turned her face away from Miyu while trying to hide her blush.

     

    Miyu did as she was told, and laid flat on the bathroom floor. Illya then pulled out an extra diaper and the other changing supplies and put them to the side. Illya took a gulp as she removed Miyu's skirt and exposed her yellow and brown stained diaper.

     

    "I want you to stay still for me so I can get it done quickly." Illya told Miyu.

     

    Illya then removed the tapes of the diaper and brought the front down and revealed her pooped-stained womanhood. Illya then grabbed a baby wipe from the container and began to wipe all the mess off of her. She than raised Miyu's legs and began to wipe down there as well. Miyu couldn't help but be amazed how good she was doing it. She had never been changed like this before with such love and precision. Miyu began to relax as Illya removed the dirty diaper from under her and put the wipes in it before wrapping it up. Lifting her legs up, Illya put a new diaper under her bum before powdering her parts quickly. To finish it off, Illya grabbed the straps and taped them to the sides of the diaper. She then examined the diaper and made sure it was on right before sliding Miyu's skirt up her legs and over her diaper.

     

    "All done!" Illya smiled as she helped Miyu up. Illya then threw the dirty diaper in the trash and put the supplies back in Miyu's knapsack. Miyu then grabbed the knapsack from Illya's hand and put it on her back. They both then walked out of the restroom and sat down and finished their meal. After they finished their meal, they made their way back to Illya's house. As soon as they took off their shoes at the door, that's when they saw Rin and Luvia talking with Irisviel.

     

    Next time:

     

    "... Illya have you ever wanted to try it again... I mean wearing diapers again?" Miyu asked Illya.

     

    Illya bit her lip and replied, "I will be honest. I have thought about it, but I tried my best to forget about it. It was embarrassing I had to wear them until I was 7 and I wanted nothing to do with them, surprisingly sometimes I miss those days. The days where I didn't have to get up to go to the bathroom. Some days I have the desire to just go in my pants."

     

    Miyu's face turned red as she pulled a diaper out of her bag and handed it to Illya, "Um... if you wanna try again... your welcome to join me... I will help you get it on if you need too... I don't like... being alone.. wearing them..." Illya touched the diaper and felt the soft texture. Illya saw the gloomy and sad face on Miyu as she said that. She bit her lip and thought for a moment so she could know what she was getting into. Illya handed the diaper to Miyu and smiled.

     

    "Sure! I'll join you!" That's when Miyu's face perked up with happiness.

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    Spider-Man doesn’t like us.

    He didn’t want tacos.

    Exactly. Who doesn’t want tacos? He hates us, just like everybody else does.

    ‘For fuck’s sake,’ Wade groans, ‘will you quit it with the angsty emo bullshit already? It doesn’t matter! I don’t expect him to like me.’

    The chair Wade is sitting in was salvaged from a junkyard, one of the few pieces of furniture in his apartment. It’s full of mystery stains, and all the febreeze in the world couldn’t make it not smell like ass, but it’s comfortable enough. Less so when his mind refuses to leave him alone, though.

    Face it Wilson. No matter how much we want to be a hero, no one will ever accept us as one.

    Wade sighs exasperatedly. ‘Seriously, do I have to blow my own brains out to get some peace and quiet around here?’

    Probably.

    ‘Fine!’ Wade stands up from his chair abruptly and stalks over to his weapons locker, next to the mattress he (sometimes) sleeps on. He pulls out the shiny new handgun he lifted from that crate in the trafficking ring’s warehouse, releases the safety, and presses the barrel to the underside of his chin.

    Really? We’re actually doing this?

    ‘Half an hour of blissful silence while my brain grows back? Worth it.’ He pulls the trigger.

    —————

    His first conscious thought is that it’s going to be a total bitch to clean the brain matter off the ceiling. The second is that the soreness in his jaw where the bone is resetting feels kind of good. The third is the realisation that it’s light outside, which means he’s been out for a couple of hours. The equivalent of a good night’s sleep for him. He feels strangely rejuvenated as he sits up from where he fell on the floor.

    Wade feels the back of his head. It’s a little squishy still, but otherwise healed. He gets to his feet with a groan and a stretch and walks to the bathroom. He glances at himself in the grimy mirror, just long enough to see that his jaw and neck are splattered with dried blood. A shower, then.

    He listens while he gets undressed, listens to his mind. It’s quiet. Wade opens the cabinet above the sink, more to not have to see his own reflection than anything else. He finds a rusted razor blade on a shelf inside.

    ‘Is it still self-harm if you don’t actually take any harm from it?’ he wonders out loud, picking up the razor blade. There’s no reply. ‘So, my brain’s giving me the silent treatment, is that it?’ He cuts a gash across his chest with the razor and watches it heal over flawlessly, leaving the same scarred and blotchy skin behind. It seems like an oxymoron that his healing factor can heal any new wound he gets without leaving a mark, but can’t put his skin back the way it used to be.

    Wade gets in the shower. The water shifts between boiling and freezing. Old shitty pipes in an old shitty building. Still, the changes in temperature are oddly stimulating. He cleans off the blood and grime, until the water pooling in the bottom of the tub is rust coloured and opaque.

    With no one to talk to and no interruptions, Wade’s mind wanders and eventually ends up in the only logical place: thinking about Spider-Man. Wade has seen the lower part of his face exposed, so he knows him to have fair skin and pink, soft-looking lips. He’s even felt that smooth skin under his fingertips, when he changed their costumes around last year. It’s more than enough to work with, and he takes himself in hand.

    It’s been a while, so it doesn’t take very long, not when he’s imagining Spidey’s pink lips on his body, and he comes with a gasp.

    Fuck yeah, Spidey, suck my hard cock, bitch!

    ‘Knew it was too good to be true,’ Wade mutters, cleaning the cum off his hand in the shower stream. ‘And don’t talk about Spider-Man that way, okay? He’s nobody’s bitch.’

    Dat ass, though.

    Dat ass!

    ‘Dat ass,’ Wade agrees wistfully.

    He turns off the water and gets out of the shower. If he stays in his apartment all day he’ll just end up blowing his own brains out again, in all its futility, so he dresses in civvies—jeans and a Captain America hoodie to cover as much of his face as possible without his mask—and steps outside into the brisk, autumnal New York morning. Breakfast is definitely the way to go. Preferably pancakes.

    —————

    So, we get off on violence, we get off on the adrenaline high of a good fight. That’s old news. But pain?

    Dude, pain sucks!

    ‘Hey, don’t ask me to explain it,’ Wade mutters to himself as he strolls through the streets of Manhattan. ‘I’m not a shrink.’ A few people look at him curiously. (Probably tourists—real New Yorkers are damn near pathological about minding their own business.) In this day and age of bluetooth, you’d think people would be used to other people seemingly talking to themselves.

    A need to feel, perhaps? A way to battle the boring numbness and repetitiveness of invulnerability.

    We’re not invulnerable, doofus, we just heal real fast.

    Wade stops in front of a news stand. The Bugle has a way too good picture of Spider-Man on the front page, under some headline about masked vigilantes and how they’re bad for New York.

    But giving ourselves pain isn’t really enough, is it? Logical next step: wanting someone else to give us pain. Hence goading Spider-Man into that punch last night.

    He picks up the paper and scans the front page without really reading. ’A gamble. Either I’d have gotten that kiss, which would have been awesome, or he would have punched me, which, also pretty awesome.’ Wade sighs and puts the paper back, resuming his aimless ramble. ‘Man, I’d like to spar with him . . . If you know what I mean.’

    Ooh, we should do that next time we see him!

    It’s better if it’s natural, though. If we piss him off first so he doesn’t hold back.

    ‘He’ll always hold back. Hero, remember?’

    He stops at a hotdog stand. It hasn’t been long since breakfast, but then again, hotdogs. No other reason needed, really. Setting off again he munches the hotdog happily. Nothing like meat in his mouth to cheer him up.

    So, if we’re into pain . . . Does that mean when we get turned on after a fight, it’s really the pain that turns us on?

    Fighting turns us on whether we get injured or not.

    True enough.

    Wade ignores his boxes and instead focuses on savouring the taste of cheap yellow mustard. The mustard’s his favourite part. If he adds enough it makes his nose tingle.

    He takes the subway. Not because he wants to go anywhere in particular, but because it feels like the thing to do. Days are boring. Days usually involve watching TV, but his new place doesn’t have one yet.

    ‘Maybe I should buy a TV.’

    Buy a TV? You mean, spend money on one? Why?

    Because heroes don’t steal. Duh. Heroes pay for stuff.

    Seems like a waste of money . . .

    Wade’s thoughts are interrupted when he hears a scuffle towards the back of a subway car. Three tall, burly teenage boys are surrounding a third, smaller one. One of them shoves the kid backwards into a seat while another cracks his knuckles menacingly at him. By the looks of them, they should all be in high school. Cutting class, no doubt.

    Wade stands up and saunters over to the group, listening in on their conversation.

    ‘You either pay up or we take it out in blood, shrimp!’ the closest one growls.

    ‘B-but,’ the smaller kid stutters, ‘I haven’t got any money! Y-you took it all last week, and I won’t get any more until—’

    ‘Shut up!’ the one who shoved him snaps, and lands a punch in the kid’s stomach. The victim lets out an ‘Oof!’ as the air is knocked out of him, and screws up his brown eyes, a few tears streaming down his cheeks. He swats them away with a brown hand.

    ‘Aww, widdle baby!’ the third of his tormentors taunts.

    ‘Hey!’ says Wade cheerfully, clapping his hand down on the shoulder of the closest bully. ‘Just a suggestion, but I really think you guys should leave the kid alone.’

    ‘Oh yeah?’ The largest of the bullies squares his shoulders. ‘And who’s gonna make us?’

    ‘I am!’ says Wade, smiling.

    ‘You and whose army?’ one of the others asks.

    Wade drops his hood. Two of the bullies recoil in horror as his bald, scarred head is revealed, but the third, the largest, stands his ground.

    ‘Motherfucker!’ he exclaims. ‘Did you get hit by the ugly train, or what?’

    ‘Oh,’ says Wade, unfazed, ‘you wanna know how I got like this? Let me show you!’ He reaches down the back of his jeans and pulls out his handgun. Without blinking, he releases the safety and presses the barrel to the bully’s forehead.

    The change is instantaneous. Every hint of bravado vanishes from his face. His blue eyes go wide and scared, and he starts trembling.

    ‘No! God, please, no, I don’t wanna die!’

    ‘Apologise,’ says Wade calmly.

    ‘All right! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me!’ the boy sobs, real tears streaming down his face. Judging by the smell, he’s already shit himself. The subway train slows, pulling into a station.

    Wade lifts his gun and says, ‘Get the fuck out of here!’ As the bullies run off the train like bats out of hell, Wade calmly puts the safety back on and returns the gun to its make-shift holster. The subway doors close and the train starts moving again, and Wade looks down at the kid on the floor.

    The boy looks up at him with wide chocolate eyes. He looks scared.

    ‘Don’t worry. I wasn’t really gonna shoot him,’ says Wade, pulling his hood back up and returning his face to shadow. ‘I don’t kill kids, even if they deserve it. That’s just not me.’

    He turns away and starts walking back towards his seat. By the looks of the handful of passengers who witnessed the scene, though, he should probably get off at the first opportunity, before someone thinks to call the cops.

    ‘Hey,’ says a quavery voice behind him. ‘H-hey, mister!’

    Wade stops and turns his head to look at the kid, who’s now picked himself up off the floor and is dusting himself off.

    ‘Th-thanks,’ the kid stutters, and a blush creeps into his cheeks.

    Wade is so surprised by this it takes him a moment to find his voice. Once he does, he says, ‘No problem, kid. You, uh . . . You stay in school, okay?’
    The train pulls into the next station, and Wade gets off quickly, disappearing into the crowd of commuters.

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    First off, thank you guys so much for almost a thousand views. I never thought that this many people would look at my writing. I am so grateful to all of you and hope that you enjoy this chapter. Also sorry for this taking a while. For reasons why, 1. I have been trying to make these stories longer, but it is hard to balance this and my life. 2. I have not really been feeling motivated for a while, but I'm better now. Please enjoy the chapter!! >.<

     

     


    Chapter 4:

     


    Sam crawled into bed that night recounting everything she did to help prevent her from wetting the bed,” Went to the bathroom, check. Haven’t drank any water in the past hour, check.” Sam listed with a little anticipation in her voice. "No," she thought to herself, "I have to think positive."

     

    She laid in bed, her focus slowly slipping from this world and into a dream. Her eyes finally closed, and as they opened again she was standing in a field. Sam eyes opened widely too take in the new surroundings. There was a stream leading into a pond in front of her, that seemed to have not a single fish or other animals. For some reason the large urge to go swimming in the pond came over her.

     

    She quickly ran over to the shore of the pond. She looked down surprised to see she had a swimsuit on. She took her first step into the pond. The waters temperature was nice and warm, like what she would usually fill a bath with. The a sand beneath her feet was soft and molded itself to fit to her footprint. She took a second step, and the water became a little warmer. She continued to take one step at a time until she was almost at neck level. She took one final step and the warm waters once again increased in temperature, but something was wrong this time. The warmness was only on her crotch. She then felt as if something was dragging her from where she stood. She blinked and she was back in her bedroom. It had been a dream, but the warmness was still there.

     

    Sam bolted upwards pushing her back against the headboard of the bed. First her eyes fell onto the clock, it was almost midnight. She then looked down at her crotch. As she worried, the sheets were soaked through. She put her hand under the covers to feel the pajamas. They were still warm from the torrent of urine she had released moments earlier. Then the smell hit her. It was a sickly smell that hit the nose hard, but at the same time it was quite pleasant to her. Realizing what it means now that she had wet the bed again, her emotions overflowed. Tears started falling from her eyes. As she tried to wipe them away, more began to form.

     

    Apparently her cries were loud enough to wake her mom up from her sleep. Without knocking her mom pushed open the door with a concerned look on her face. "It's okay honey," Sam's mom said while comforting her with a hug,"This just shows that I was right about you needing to wear diapers to bed."

     

    All Sam could do for a reply was slowly nod her head. It felt as if her throat had collapsed. She tried to say something to her mom, but it was lost in the waves of tears. Her mom held her there like that for what felt like hours, but then she suddenly pulled herself out of her daughter's tight embrace.

     

    "Now that we know that you need them," she said,"Let's put a diaper on you tonight just to make sure you, and your sheets are safe." she added trying to lighten the mood,"Can you please stand up and get out of those pajamas?"

     

    Sam got up as she was told to, and began to strip. Usually she would protest about being naked in front of her mother, as most teenagers would, but she didn't have any energy in her body to do anything besides what her mom told her to do. Sam finished taking off the sodden clothing and then looked towards her mother. She had just come back from her room holding a diaper and powder.

     

    "Before I put this on you, I ran a bath so could you go wash yourself off?"

     

    Sam followed her mothers directions and headed to the bath. As she sunk herself into the warm water, she remembered that the dream had been the same way. For a moment or so Sam pondered what to do about her new problem. If anyone somehow found out she had to wear diapers to bed her social life would be ruined, not that she had much of one to begin with. Even just thinking about something made Sam feel tired, so she laid her head back, closed her eyes, and tried to relax.

     

    Her mom then called from her room to dry herself off and come to her. Sam stood in the bath and carefully stepped out, not wanting to slip on the wet acrylic. Arriving into her room Sam could see that the diaper was laid out on a mat of sorts for her to get changed on. Her mom patted the mat signalling for her to lay down on it. Sam awkwardly laid down onto the diaper. It had a surprisingly soft feel to it. Her mom then, like a pro, powdered and diapered her snugly.

     

    "Done," she exclaimed,"now go put on a new pair of pajamas."

     

    Sam was about to ask where she would sleep, but then realized that her mother had already laid out a sleeping bag for her. Sam got dressed, noticing how tight the pajama bottoms were with unfamiliar bulge of a diaper. She then tucked herself into the sleeping bag ready to go back to sleep.

     

    Her mom came up and pushed Sam's hair out of the way and kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight," she said lovingly.

     

    "Night," Sam replied sleepily.

     

    Sam's mom flicked the lights off and left the small room, closing the door behind her. Sam then began to slowly drift back to sleep, trying not to think about the fact that she thought the diaper was comfortable.

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    (This is based around my Oc's brother, ToothlessFan, I have no brother myself irl but I couldn't help but make this one-shot, hope y'all enjoy.)

     

    ToothlessFan, a sixteen year old male, was gaming with his younger sister, SpyroFan, humming to himself while watching his sister's skills at online games.

     

    "Not the best out there, are you Spy?" he snickered, the response was inevitable, "Shut up."

     

    "Be glad I'm here, or you'd be hopeless," ToothlessFan snickered again, "Oh my gosh! I know what I'm doing! Geez, learn to let up for once!" SpyroFan cried.

     

    ToothlessFan shook his head, he crossed one leg over the other, feeling a strange urge from below, "Spyro, wanna time out for a bit?" "I'm not gullible, the second I get up, you'll kill my avatar," his sister complained.

     

    "No l, I won't, I just.... you know.... just get away from gaming for a bit," he felt his face grow warm, he didn't want to explain this need to his sister.

     

    "You sound nervous, something I should know?" SpyroFan replied, he could almost see her smirk.

     

    "No! N-no, just ..... my legs are falling asleep, so I need to walk around a bit."

     

    "Fine fine, I'll leave you to it," SpyroFan replied.

     

    ToothlessFan sighed, but his eyes widened, SpyroFan doesn't give up that easily, but before he could do anything, he heard her slam his bedroom door shut, "No!" he tried to force the door open, but SpyroFan was pulling it shut with all her might, "Spyro, let me out! This isn't funny!" ToothlessFan yelled.

     

    "Tell me why you're so desperate to leave, then I might let you."

     

    "SpyroFan! You let me out this instant!" he crossed his legs and groaned quietly, "Give me one good reason why I should, after all it could be revenge for you making fun of my gaming," SpyroFan replied.

     

    "I can't tell you! Just let me out, I will tell you later, alright? I promise, please."

     

    "Do you think I am that gullible? The one thing I'm good at is trusting," she had a point there.

     

    The pinkish, reddish haired teen attempted to push the door open by slamming his shoulder into it, all that earned was a bruised shoulder, and a loud startled gasp from SpyroFan.

     

    "Spyro, let me out..." and when she didn't reply, "Fine! I'll tell you.... I just... really need to.." he cleared his throat, "Really need to.... um... you know... g-go...."

     

    "Are you serious?" was her reply after a long, silent moment, then, to ToothlessFan's embarrassment, she started laughing.

     

    "Spyro, I told you why I need out of here, now keep to your word and let me out before I have an accident!" ToothlessFan was practically begging now.

     

    He could feel his bladder filling up more, and he started fidgeting, "S-spyro? Please let me o-out, I can't wait m-much longer."

     

    He began worrying as his sister became quiet, she never heard him stutter and beg before, was it that bad?

     

    She launched out of her thoughts when she heard him gasp loudly, "S-spyro, let me out! Now! It's not gonna wait m-much l-longer!"

     

    She bit her bottom lip until she tasted blood, her brother wouldn't even be in this mess if she didn't want revenge, she could still hear him crying and punching the door, she eventually whispered, "I'm sorry," and ran off to her room.

     

    ToothlessFan finally got his door open, he felt the warm liquid trickling and dripping down to the floor, he couldn't get it open in time, so he just simply dried himself off best he could and knocked on SpyroFan's door.

     

    "May I come in?" he asked, he opened the door slightly and saw her nod.

     

    "Spy, don't feel bad, I'd do the same thing," he gave his signature goofy grin, when that didn't work, he pulled her off her bed and into a hug.

     

    "If I had known it was that bad, I wouldn't have done it, why didn't you tell me earlier?" SpyroFan asked.

     

    "Now now, Spyro, we all have our mistakes," he hugged her closer, and didn't expect what she said next.

     

    "Umm.. Toothy? I kinda have to go too, so um... EEK!" SpyroFan gasped loudly as ToothlessFan pulled her closer, saying, "If I'm forced to have an accident, you are too."

     

    She freed one hand from his grasp and shoved it between her legs, "Toothless! Why?!"

     

    "You can wet yourself right now and get it over with, or wait hours in agony until you reach your limit," he snickered and burst out laughing at her bright red blush.

     

    "This is unfair!" SpyroFan whined.

     

    "We reached unfair a long time ago, little sister!"

     

    In SpyroFan's constant struggling, her bladder forcefully emptied itself, soaking her shorts, her blush turned brighter as she stared towards ToothlessFan in horror.

     

    His laughter coming to an end, he took SpyroFan's hand in his and walked to the bathroom, "Come on, Spyro, let's get cleaned up," he turned to her, his goofy grin back on his face.

     

    Her look of disbelief slowly turned into amusement as she said, "What will happen to us when our friends find out?"

     

    "Oh I can't even picture the torture, but let's just say it's gonna be absolute carnage."

     

    They both stared at each other for a moment, before bursting out in laughter.

     

    (SpyroFan and ToothlessFan belong to me, the dragons they were named after, however, don't. No hate please, and I hope you have a nice day.)

  15. Well, this morning couldn't have gotten stranger, or more scary, or more relieving.

    So, I awoke to the most terrifying thing ever. Alissa was crouched beside my backpack, with THIS VERY BOOK in her hands! I would have slugged her if I had been thinking of old mafia movies at the time, but I wasn't, so I resorted to acting like an elderly neighbor. I did the whole generic fist shaking and "Get your hands off my notebook!" thing, although I left out the part where I say children now a'days don't respect their elders (although I am older than her).

    She dropped the book in a second, her face paling. "I-I-I" She stuttered. "I was only curious, since I saw you writing in it just before I fell asleep. A-and since I saw you drawing pictures, I thought it was just a comic..."

    I ground my teeth in frustration. "Well it's not. How much have you read?"

    She was silent, before saying, "A-all of it, and sorta reread a few parts."

    I was mad, but more of surprised by her response. She was careful with her words, and she was saying she had read all of it. If she wanted to not get in trouble, all she had to say was that she just opened it up.

    Her next words explained why she didn't lie. "Um, Isabelle, did you ever know my family used to be poor?"

    The phantom beside me was pretending to sleep, I could tell because his snoring got louder. I decided to block the annoying thing out of my mind. "Wait, did you also take the deal?" She nodded.

    "I wished that I was born into a rich family, yet they were strict to me. A little cliché, I know, but it was all I could think of. Of course, the ghost told me it was going to have to be decently strict, because otherwise it wouldn't be considered a negative. Only a couple days ago the ghost left me, and since you have that book talking about similar things, I guess it explains why."

    I should have guessed there were other people that were affected by this ghost, but I honestly didn't think it would be someone so, well, snobby (if you read that Alissa, I'm only talking about before you stopped being a meanie what I thought originally!(Also, don't keep reading this, it's personal!)).

    Er... Anyways, I guess you probably also realized I'm warming up to Alissa. Well... I guess I am, and I guess she's nice when you get to know her and stuff, but...

     

    Bah, ignore all of that, I mean, I could erase that, but I need to write more down, I barely even got started!

    So, Alissa and I got ready for school, and I had to change into a new diaper before leaving for school (the perve-ghost didn't see, being too busy pretending to sleep to notice I left the room). I actually was thinking about keeping it on for a little longer before changing, seeing as I only had that one with me, but I started thinking back to what happened when I didn't change it after a long amount of time, and after a quick shiver and multiple shakes of my head followed by "Nopenopenopenope! Not doing that again!" I gave in and changed. I wore this white shirt with a big pink heart on the front, and a light grey skirt with pink flairs that trailed downwards. I completed it with pink socks and black shoes, making me look rather cute, if I do say so myself.

    Apparently Alissa gets driven to school early, which is probably why I never saw her expensive car. I mean, I don't really know cars, but there was no way the one I rode in was cheap. Halfway there I remembered something, mostly because I could feel my butt getting damp from my pee. I was going to have to change into a non-existent diaper, otherwise I'd have a repeat of yesterday's incident. Well, I guess you can say I was a little nervous, because I spent ten minutes waiting with Alissa before I finally said "I-I think I have to, uh, be places. Like, before the bell rings. And you're not coming along, so you don't really need to know." Alissa looked at me as if I were crazy, so I took it as my sign to leave.

    The nurse's office is near the front of the school, so people entering the school can see clearly that I'm heading that way. Of course, I doubt most people would actually care, but there's always that small bit of doubt.
    Now, the nurse's office terrifies me, whether I'm going there for a headache or something else. I'm just scared of all that medical stuff for some reason, so it was no surprise when I walked into the nurse's office that I said a small "H-hello?"

    A nice looking lady at the desk asked, "Hi there Isabelle, no need to be scared to come here."

    I kept my hands close to my chest, feeling myself tremble. I really don't know why I fear this place, maybe it's just that I'm afraid they'll think something's wrong with me and I'll need an operation and the operation won't go well and...
    "I-I'm just here for a... er, well..." I shuffled my feet, eyes still darting left and right. The receptionist's laugh helped ease my worries a little.

    "You're absolutely adorable. No need to say it, I'll tell the nurse."

    "Wait." I didn't know why she had to get the nurse. "Can't I just get one in my bag? I don't need a... change right now."

    The receptionist looked back at me with a nice smile. "Oh, I'm sorry, we can't just give you one, otherwise we won't know if they're being used or not. I know it's embarrassing, but it's budget issues, it's nothing personal."

    I blushed, knowing there was no way out of this unless I somehow regained all control in a second. "F-f-fine, I'll show up later if I need it, just stop smiling like that." I looked away and admitted, "It makes me feel like a jerk."

    The receptionist gave another one of her charismatic giggles and nodded, although the smile only grew wider. "Alright, just get to us before lunch, that's when we're busiest, plenty of students need medication and the like around that time and we won't have much time to help you." After waving a goodbye, I left to go meet up with Alissa.

    Of course, I guess being with Alissa so long made me forget all about Rachel, and she stopped me before I was halfway to Alissa's last known location. "Isabelle, I heard you were with Alissa yesterday AND today! You know, your mortal enemy?"

    The look on her face showed that she definitely didn't approve of that, so I just looked away, saying something along the lines of, "Well, I was talking with her earlier."

    She placed her hands on her hips before asking "What did she say this time? If you want, we can report her for bullying and-"

    "No, no, she wasn't!" I said, making it rather obvious I was defending Alissa. "I mean, she's actually not going to bully me anymore, she was apologizing."

    Her eyes stared straight through me, and I was half convinced that her eyes were looking into my soul. Or the soul floating behind me, but she wasn't, and soon gave a sigh, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Okay, just please, if she's bullying you, don't be afraid to tell a teacher. I know school's hard enough for you with your... disability, so I don't want you to snap or anything, alright?" A grin formed on her face. "Okay? Some of my other friends I can't even talk to for as long as you, so it'd get boring without you."

    I returned her grin right back to her. "I promise, everything's alright."

    She turned to walk away, but she spun around again just as quickly. "Oh, is there something else you want to talk about before we go to class? You know, maybe someone you've been thinking about, maybe a guy?"
    My cheeks soon told her all she wanted to know, and she giggled, saying "See-ya, then!"

    "Wait, it's not what you think!" I shouted at her, but my words fell short. Sure, I'm straight, and sure, I have a guy on my mind that I would kill to have him fall in love with me (I wouldn't kill him, that would ruin the point!) but I don't really need a relationship right now. I mean, it's nice and all, and it might be a little more difficult after I leave high school, but I have too much on my mind to worry about those matters.
    So don't expect me to write about that!

    Don't expect it at all!

    Here, I'll just continue with what happened today. So I continued to my next class, and after that one I was with Alissa, and we started working on the test. The ghost had actually been silent, and I could finally concentrate on the test without being hit by the answers on all sides. I'm pretty sure I did pretty well, but then again, I still have to wait for the test to come back. Alissa seemed rather happy and thanked me for helping her study, and her friends seemed to be rather taken aback by this sudden change in Alissa. Their glares told me I should probably hurry to class, so I quickly got up and hurried.

    You remember how the receptionist told me to show up before lunch? Well, I kinda forgot, so after lunch, my teacher stopped me, saying, "The nurse's office called, said you had to be there for something." I remembered pretty quickly what I had forgotten then, and I was relieved the receptionist hadn't gone into any detail.

    Well, I guess it's safe to say I soon arrived at the nurse's rather scared once again. I swear, it just has this aura about it that makes anyone scared for their life. I don't care how neat and clean and friendly it may look, I've met with the ethereal, and I swear, that place looked like home to them! I shuffled to the front desk, and that smile that made anyone feel like a terrible person was plastered on the woman's face. "So, did something come up?"

    "Sorry, I just... forgot..." My eyes made their customary dart around the room, and I noticed the nurse was leaning on the doorway, hands hidden from view. That brought shivers down my spine.

    "Well, please do well in remembering next time, I know you sometimes bring your own, but when you don't, we'd prefer it if we didn't have to call you down." She then motioned to the nurse, placing a sign that said "Back in a minute!" on her desk. Already I could tell something was amiss. I walked into the next room, and i was thankful nobody else was there. There were a few beds there, a bunch of scary medical stuff like stethoscopes and the freaky blood-pressure sensor thingy (that thing they wrap around your arm and it squeezes your arm to sense your blood pressure as if it were some kind of alien), not to mention another door with a small bathroom, the door currently wide open. The nurse motioned me to a curtained off area, and the area was twice the size of the bed it contained. The nurse closed the curtains as I entered, and soon she revealed her hands, carrying a diaper in one hand along with powder in the other.

    "I know you hate it when people help you, Isabelle, but please just sit on the bed and get this over with." I stared back at the nurse as if she were insane. I mean, she was insane! I'm not going to willingly strip in front of another person, and a wet diaper only made it all the more compelling to keep my clothes on. As the nurse approached me, I kept pace with her, my face absolutely crimson as I distanced myself from her calling hands.

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    Well, I only made it a few more paces before I felt hands on both of my shoulders stop me. "It's okay, Isabelle. Just close your eyes and think about something pleasant to keep your mind off it." said the receptionist behind me.

    Well, seeing as it was too against one, I did the only thing I could do. Pout. "I don't see why I can't change myself, I don't have much trouble when I bring my own." Sure, it may have been a little childish, but it makes perfect sense.

    "Well, Isabelle, it's school rules that we have to place it on you." I swear, it's all about rules and regulations with this receptionist.

    "And did they come up with it because of a case like me, or because of a different case?"

    The receptionist had that damned smile again. "You know that's rude, now just hurry up and get this done with, we don't want to keep anyone waiting, hm?" I sighed, deciding to admit defeat. That woman really knows how to get people to do what she wants. I mean, what if someone else needed to visit the nurse, and it was something that needed to be resolved now? Surely my incontinence would be a less pressing matter than basically anything! Ugh, and she managed to force those thoughts into my head with that stupid smile.

    After I stripped (what needed to be stripped, I mean, I didn't need to take off my shirt, so I didn't!) the nurse was quick to change me, as if she had done so many times before. I felt uneasy at the thought of having this woman powdering and diapering me again, especially if I needed more than one in a day.

    So, nightmare fuel aside (I swear it's the scariest place on Earth, hospitals aside), I went about the rest of my day rather normally. I got through class, did stuff, talked to friends about stuff I really feel no need to write down in this book, and so on.