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  1. Fair, I didn't really get that at first, as the images seemed to be using the exact same stuff from LISK. Sorry to jump!
  2. This has literally been here for a decade my dude
  3. anyone willing to run this through an auto-translator? My system and chiitrans are not cooperating for this one.
  4. None of the saves provided actually load, which is very frustrating. Anyone willing to load up a zip with a jump to the third chapter? While this game is uber cool, playing through with just machine translation is a slog atm, especially these early chapters.
  5. I think B leads to more fun. Especially if it ends up being da gerous.
  6. Simply a delight as always. Even if I am denied the accident, your “just made it” are still indeed a treat.
  7. Finally. More messing with the fun characters featured in our community’s games. Glad my ones for Wetter’s Story have companions now.
  8. So the game is not recognizing any of the save files provided or from the originator's site. Any ideas?
  9. “I think it is a bit much. Not here to judge. But I judge it a bit much.” All kidding aside, I don’t see any difference between the two. I also am one of those weird people in this community that thinks making videos of wetting accidents in any public place is a line way to close to consent violation, and am strongly against leaving puddles in any place that someone else has to clean, but those videos seem to be the most loved. At the end of the day, they are both weird fetishes. Is messing more “offensive?”, idk, probably.
  10. Glad to hear from other folks in PA. Glad you guys had a fun drive!
  11. Hello everyone. Some of who may know me know that I have a thing for Age-Play. I don't see much age-play on this forum, but I think it blends very well with some of the aspects of the fetish. On that note, the below story is an idealized version of how I would like an age-play session to go with one of my mutual age-play partners. Please realize that, in this story, everyone is a consenting adult. For me, age-play is very much about capturing those feelings that time evokes, and using them for pleasure. This has the potential to be a multi-part story, If I get a good amount of feedback and such, I will probably continue. However, I have left it at a place where it could end. Please let me know what you think. I realize this isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I wanted to share anyway. The Game Round One Alarms certainly are one of the worst inventions of all time. A device that’s sole function can be boiled down to the cession of peace. Blaring, Lucas’ alarm disturbed his slumber, bringing him from dreams to his a familiar, small bed. Across the guest room, his alarm hummed and howled on the dresser. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Lucas threw the blankets off, groggily rising from his slumber. Confusion bubbled under his hazy stupor. He had left his phone in his bed with him the night before and he most certainly had not set an alarm. He barely remembered anything from last night, having arrived so late to Rob’s, but he remembered wandering into the guest room, throwing on his pj bottoms and shirt, throwing his bag on the floor and wiggling into the guest bed. The angry alarm stopped as his fingers gingerly pecked at the screen. Blinking, Lucas rubbed some bed head from his eyes and grabbed his glasses from the dresser. As the world came into clarity his brow wrinkled in confusion again. His phone showed a text message and on the dresser was a large glass of water. Pressing his thumb to the home button, Luke opened the message, a familiar name settling on the banner. “Good morning kiddo. Make sure to have plenty to drink today, you have a big day ahead. I also went ahead and unpacked your bag. Your clothes are in the top drawer. Come out when you wake up. And remember the rules.” Lucas set his phone down, wasting no time in opening the first drawer. His heart fluttered and his cheeks reddened at the sight awaiting him. On the left side of the drawer sat his four pairs of training pants, neatly folded. Hungry dinos played on one, while cuddly jungle buddies romped on the other. The other two were a dingy white cloth, betraying a…history to the garments. On the right were his shortalls, folded straight with his tshirt right on top, a grinning Stitch covered in Deadpool collars posed for attack. A dumb smile was plastered on his face. Without hesitation, Lucas took up the glass of water, greedily gulping down the liquid in seconds. The rules were simple. One glass, once an hour. When Rob said so, one glass every fifteen minutes. Whatever happens, happens. A few moments were spent going through the drawer again, feeling the soft, slightly thick cloth of his padded underpants. White was too boring to start the day in. After an agonizing debate Lucas decided that the dinos would grace his bottom for the day. He pulled the cloth up, smiling as he felt the cool softness between his legs, the slight, poofy texture embracing him. Soon, his tshirt covered the rest of him and after a few snaps, boyish shortalls hid his little secret. The little boy cast a quick glance at the mirror on the dresser. The man who had entered that room in a sleepy stupor was gone. Lucas was gone for the weekend and it was time for Luke to play. Familiar sounds ventured to his ear as he walked out into the tiled hallway, almost wishing for slippers as his feet adapted to the cool floor. Sizzles came from the kitchen, mingled with the steamy shouts of the coffee machine. Rob loved the stuff and Luke would never understand why. Softly, the boy padded out and entered the kitchen, waving with a dumb grin at the man hunched over the machine, fiddling with knobs and levers, crushing beans and willing the life blood of an adult morning into existence. “Good morning Kiddo” Rob said with a smile. Luke felt the warmth in that moment as the smells of coffee and bacon lingered in his nostrils. With a small wave, he sat at the table, almost wishing the chair was large enough to let his legs dangle. Soon, Rob walked over, bearing a plate of delicious bacon, and a large glass of water. “Here you go, enough to make you big and strong” he said. With greed Luke clutched the first pieces of the greasy delight, the fats rendered just right to give a satisfying, yet yielding crunch. Already, he was on to his next piece. Only an inclined, telling glance from Rob towards his water stopped the boy’s onslaught against the best breakfast food of all time. Letting his bacon rest, Luke took to the water, slurping and swallowing down, feeling his tummy already becoming heaving from the water he had just had before. Rob’s eyes twinkled with an amused grin and the boy blushed. The game was beginning, and he was already feeling the nervous pit that started in him before it started in earnest. “I need to work on some projects on my computer after breakfast. Why don’t you play in the living room on your games or something? You can always come in and get me if you need something.” Luke nodded, recognizing the last part not as a statement, but a command. Breakfast passed quickly, the two enjoying the quiet moment as sleep finally abandoned its last hold on both of them. With the plates put away, and small, pointed pat on his slightly padded rump, Luke was sent off to the living room, a bottle of water in his hands. Forgoing the couch to get a better view of the tv, Luke sat his bottom down on the tile, craning his neck back to look up at the TV. I felt good to sit, the floor cushioned by his padding. With gusto, Luke loaded up his video games, going into his favorite past time. Moments of intense finesse in New Donk City were punctuated by gulps of water. A rhythm had built up. Find a moon, take a drink, find a moon, take a drink. It was the perfect way to follow the rules. Speaking of the rules… A slight shiver went down his spine, spidering up and down through his nerves until it arrived right below his tummy, settling into an obnoxious, angry pressure. Luke bite his lower lip, crossing his legs slightly and paused the game. Rules were rules, and the rules said he had to make it… until he was told not to. He was always nervous the first time. No matter how many times he did it. No matter how many time he asked, it never got easier. That was a good thing. If it got easier, it wouldn’t be ask fun. The thing loses its appeal when it doesn’t bring a blush to your cheeks or a skipped beat to your heart. Pitter patter went his bare feet across the floor to the kitchen table. Still sipping coffee, Rob sat hunched over his laptop, a bear of a man toiling at work. Keys clacked and the man’s eyes never left the screen, but Luke knew he was seen. It was time, the true beginning. He let his hands down to his crotch, clutching slightly, exaggerating the motion as he crossed his legs, the first steps of a familiar dance. The urge was there, and it was entirely fake, but a little bit of theatrics always made the blood flow. The words were stuck on his tongue, but then, in an instant, they were in the air. “Uncle Rob… I hafta go potty.” They both hung there for a moment. Luke, tapping from foot to foot and Rob, tapping from key to key. Finally, the man’s eyes lifted from the screen, a sly smile on his face. “Do you?” he asked, his gaze travelling up and down the little boy before him. Luke’s blush started low, under the collar of his shirt, a warm tingling riding up his neck before engulfing his cheeks as he nodded, and buckled his knees for good measure. Rob chuckled, closing his laptop and getting up. “I guess I better take you then.” He declared, walking past the fidgeting boy, and taking his hand, dragging him down the hall. Luke followed at an arm’s length, on hand firmly pressed against his privates. Whatever urgency he actually was feeling had fallen to a dull presence with the pressure he was putting on. The hallway always felt longer than it was, but once they arrived in the bathroom, things always moved too fast. The door swung open, revealing the bleached white of a room treated with clorax. At the center, as always, was the toilet, the potty. The sight of it, no matter where he was, always made him acutely aware of the underwear he was wearing. He would become dreadfully aware of how thin his big boy underwear was, how thick his training pants felt, and how humiliating the hug of a dreaded diaper felt. He told a lie to himself in that moment. No matter what today, he would not feel the thickness of a crinkly diaper on his bottom. It was a lie, but the lie was just another part of the game. Rob was already working. His fingers danced over his chest, unsnapping the buckles holding his shortalls up, letting them fall to the floor as he positioned his boy in front of the big kid potty. Luke looked down, seeing the playful, and thankfully still dry dinos smiling up at him before Rob’s hand went down his trainers. His hand brushed past Luke’s privates, eliciting a slight, breathy groan. Rob squeezed the trainers, checking for wetness. Satisfied with their dryness he yanked them down to join Luke’s crumpled up shortalls and took Luke’s boyhood in his hand, pointing it at the potty. “Go ahead Luke, go potty.” Luke closed his eyes as he felt the man’s hand on him, pointing him towards his gold. He breathed in deep, holding the air inside him as he let something else out. His eyes fluttered open as the first few streams pittered and pattered onto the still water in the toilet. Letting his held breath finally go, Luke fully released his hold on his bladder. Spurts turned to a full stream as he blinked, the comforting sounds of successful going potty made his dumb smile return to his face as Rob whispered in his ear. “Good job Luke, such a good boy”. The above scene, or variation there of played out a few more times over the morning. Luke would continue to drink water at a greedy pace. Sometimes, he would toddle to the kitchen and ask to be taken to the potty. Other times, right before he was about to get up, he found himself being dragged by Rob, being told to stand in front of the potty and produce before he would be set free back to the bathroom. Finally, the song and dance ended when Rob came in with a bigger bottle of water, handing it over to the boy as he paused the game. “You are looking a little flushed there kiddo, I think you need to drink a little more.” The rules had changed again. More water, at a faster pace was the spoken part of the rule, but it was always delivered with their favorite, unspoken rule. “You won’ be using the potty anymore.” He squirmed, but still he continued to force the water down. It was always refilled. Never was the bottle empty. Whenever he reached for it, Rob always made sure to have more water ready. Luke’s bladder was filling rapidly, the nature of the game revealing itself. A constant inflow of water, and a consistent outflow of relief. Rob had simply changed the equation. He had increased one side, and reduced the other side to nothing. The outcome was decided, pre-ordained even. He had to remember to be like a kid. A kid would never, ever give up his video games. Not when there were more moons to collect. Pausing only for a drink when necessary, Luke played on. It was like pulling the emergency brake on a train though. With the constant flow out of him, and the sudden increase of intake, his bladder was screaming for relief in merely a half an hour. This time, the signs were real. They started small, as always, the twitching of his toes. The bumping up and down of his knees. He moved his controller closer to his crotch, pressing down has his fingers continued to work the buttons with the precision needed for urban climbing in Paulette’s metropolis. Rob never said a word. From the couch he watched as Luke began to go through every sign. Slight pangs of pressure gave way to absolute waves of urgency. Even when pressing down and crossing his legs, they would only subside, abating for mere moments before returning with a spitting vengeance. The contents of his bladder were angry, screaming at him, begging him to get up and use the potty. But still, the figures on the screen before him danced as he too gave into the desperate dance. He had contorted himself into a rather odd positions, both legs crossed at the ankles, his controller hands firmly under his knees, pressing against his throbbing bladder. It was all real this time. The slight gasps, the near constant motion, each one designed to take his mind away from the fluid swimming within him. But that was not enough anymore. Urgency, pure, dreadful urgency was consuming him. He wanted to pause the game, to get up and run. But that would be against the rules. It happened slowly, as it always did. Techincally, it wasn’t an accident, not a real one it started. The first spurt overcame all of his holds, a slight, choking gasp coming from him as his trainers did their job. That is what they had been there for. To catch the little spurts of a boy who put off the potty for too long. It was a job the dinos did eagerly, the cloth dampening, protecting his shortalls and the floor, but only for the moment. They never would stand a chance with what was to come. Still the boy pressed on, riding each wave until the inevitable spurt into his thirsty trainers. Evidence of his losing struggle soon began to mount. It was a small, insidious thing, a spot no more the size of a dime after the third spurt overcame his needs. The fourth discolored the jean-like fabric of the shortalls around his crotch with a baseball sized splotch. By the sixth, the floor was still protected, but anyone looking at the boy would say he had an accident. The front of his shortalls had adopted a dark blue, halfmoon stain, emanating from his crotch, and searching for the next area to cascade. In a desperate flurry that mirror the state of his body, Luke’s fingers still moved across the control, but the movements of the video game character had become sloppy and haphazard. They stopped soon, at the exact same moment his fingers and the rest of his body ceased all movement and became rigid. There never was a seventh spurt… His trainers were long past damp and could not even begin to mitigate the flood that was coming to them. His shortalls began to glisten, a slight hiss coming from between his legs as he just started down at the floor. The stain on his crotch was racing about in all directions, up and left and right, and most dangerously, down. When it could no longer go down, he saw it. Warm potty began to flood out from underneath his sodden bottom, a puddle expanding in all directions. Inch by inch it grew as his poor, overtaxed bladder continued to stream out its desperately held back contents. He knew Rob was looking, but Luke didn’t care. Almost by reflex he attempted to clamp down, to stop the accident before the puddle had spread further. Doing so only served to cause another wave of torment to spread from within him, buzzing in fury at his denial. “Oh…Oh no” he finally managed to say, the words lost in a breathy moan of desperate relief, relishing the feeling of finally giving in. He could not say how long it lasted, only that it was long enough for him to see a puddle around him at all sides. The cuffs of his shorts dripped, and he could feel his boyish trainers clinging to him, the warm, shameful fluid in them already cooling and trying to weigh the cloth down with an embarrassing sag. Before he could say anything, Rob had already beaten him to it. ”Luke…what did you did?” He asked, adopting an admonishing tone that brought the blush back. Round One was complete.
  12. I choose to focus on Kanna because she is the type I like. As for the out of order flashbacks, I am all ears for suggestions. I really wanted to create the juxtaposition between the earth slab as a huge barrier she could actually break, and a small toilet door as an unbreakable barrier she could not overcome.
  13. (Once Again, I present a story staring Kanna from Wetter's Story. Once again, I choose to focus on a "What if" scenario, in which the character is subject to an urgency in her bowels, as opposed to the more wetting based focus of the game. Thoughts and critiques are appreciated.) The Unyielding Door Kanna Alexa led the walk back from the underground cavern, her blond curls bobbing, her dress fluttering with her rigid steps. Her eyes were fixated forward, Dorm B, home to the seniors, was just over the bridge. The way was clear of creatures, and her bowels were pressing with urgency. Her left hand clutched her staff, palms sweaty as her right rubbed on her stomach. Everything inside her felt heavy, every step bringing a rising and falling pressure radiating down. Sweat mingled on her brow as her steps pattered on the bridge. Yet she was a daughter of the Alexa family. Such a need was beneath her. She would not suffer any indignity, she would show the resolve earned of an honor student’s reputation. She would make it. “Ah…ahhh…almost…home!” Chiffon blurted out, both of her hands jumping down to her crotch, the accident prone magician suddenly abandoning all pretense of self-control in favor of a childish potty dance, her movements betraying a great need. In truth, it had been a while for since any of them took care of their needs. The caverns had proven insidious, and it was no secret that Mint-Sensei’s plan for the island involved the humiliation of each girl for failing to heed their body’s need. Kanna found her voice, chiding Chiffon “You will wait, and you will not give Mint the satisfaction.” Her voice harsh and cold, more of a mantra to herself over a command to Chiffon. Their two companions looked to themselves. Mati had read Kanna’s body language since they left the cave. The rigid movements. The silence, the cold determination. Kanna only got this way under two circumstances, when fighting a difficult enemy, or fighting the needs of her body. The honor student continued the walk forward, breathing in as she opened the door to the dorm. She shot a look over her shoulder to the desperate mage behind her, a cold, menacing glare. It’s intent was easy, the closest bathroom is mine. With single minded determination, Kanna took determined steps towards the closer bathroom. Whining and stamping in desperation, Chiffon tore past her, down the hall towards the farther bathroom as Mati and Firie moved to the rooms, murmuring something about a “change for the little one” which only served to bring a blush to the grade skipper’s cheeks. Kanna didn’t hear any of them as she finally reached her destination, her stomach descending and a near unbearable pressure tore at her gut, the result of being so close to relief. She grasped the cold metal of the door handle, and it remained fixed in place, locked. ___________________________________ Firie held her staff up high, the orb letting a luminescent light out to brighten the dark halls of the cavern corridor. The girls all clustered around it, their cautious steps echoing off the walls as they continued their search. Firie found her voice first. “Are we sure Mint-Sensei’s lab is down this way?” she asked, her fear obvious in her voice’s warbling quivers. The others did not answer. In truth, they were starting to all suspect the trap that Firie was vocalizing. Mint surely would not allow her lab to be unguarded. They had walked for such a long time, moving deeper underground, and had yet to encounter so much as a simple ooze, let alone a creature with murderous intent. “We will only find out if we press on, besides, we are ready for anything!” Mati let out a boisterous call, her voice echoing off the walls even louder than their steps. Any pretense of stealth not already ruined by their footfalls eroded at that moment. Kanna shot her a sharp glare, causing the senior to chuckle and rub the back of her head in apology, a bead of sweat dripping. In truth, Kanna’s normally short patience was getting shorter. Ever since her capture by Mint, she had wanted nothing more than to wrap her hands around the teacher’s neck, and subject her to the same torture she had experienced. Any clue, no matter how small, would be worth any work, any trial. The group pressed on, walking down more twists and turns. Firie’s walk became slightly erratic after a while. She even stopped suddenly, pretending to shine her lighted staff on the wall, claiming she saw some weird runes. The others humored her as she stood, her legs slightly apart, and they all pretended not to hear the soft hiss coming from her, or see the red aura creeping down her cheeks. Least of all Chiffon, who had begun to bite her lip, and even was about to open her mouth when they came upon an open cavern, a large flood light falling on a podium at its center. “This must be it” Kanna stated briskly walking forward to examine the podium. It housed a lone panel, with crystal conduits. Her brow furrowed as she examined, the gears in her mind turning. It was a puzzle, something about conduits and magical flux. Wordlessly, she began to move the crystals, connecting sources to conduits and creating a chain. Chiffon finally spoke up “Kanna-chan, are you sure we should?” she started ask, the group leaning over Kanna’s shoulder as she completed the magical circuit. The cavern suddenly yawned with magical release, a shock running up Kanna’s hand where the magic touched her. Movement jumped into being at the mouth of the cave, rock moving of its own accord to seal the entrance. Firie yelped out in terror, Mati cursed, Chiffon ran to the entrance, trying to find an exit in the quickly filling doorway, and Mint-Sensei’s voice flooded the chamber as the magic continued to pour into the cavern. “It would be you Kanna, always too quick to prove herself against a challenge.” The voice, distant and hallow chided her. She wanted to scream, yet Mint continued “Do not bother, I have no desire to hear last your words. Know that you all will die in here. This cavern is home to a pack of Earth Elementals who were slaved to my will long ago. But do know, my dear Kanna that this chamber will act just like your last trapping. Well, with a small twist, and a this time, your friends will be there to see everything…” The voice faded as Kanna felt the magic end, but something remained. She felt, wrong, she felt heavy, she felt….her eyes widened as she felt her bowels kick and stir to life. Time slowed as she realized the depth of the gauntlet Mint had thrown for her. She would be trapped in this room, forever. And, if the last curse was to be any indication, she would be moving her bowels until she died of malnutrition, her friends helpless to watch her shame before they too would wither. Her hands clenched around her staff, threatening to break the wooden implement when the sound of loud crashes broke through her mental haze. Chiffon held her staff high, magic condensing into a dense force at the tip as she hammered at the stone slab trapping them in. It would not even chip. Firie screamed in despair. “The stone is unyielding!” ___________________________________ Kanna quivered, cemented in that spot, in that moment as the door knob, and the door itself, would not move. She could feel it, her urgency growing tenfold as the promise of relief was denied. The honor student could feel her hole threatening to yawn, begging her to give in to the need, the urge. It would be so simple. Just stop resisting. She wouldn’t even have to push. Mint’s magic had made sure of that. If she simply stopped, it would come out, slowly, but surely, inch by inch, until it caught the seat of her satin panties. Her eyes widened as she could feel it doing just that, the tip of the monster within her touching down into the seat of her pure white panties. Allowing her mind to waver had started a disaster. Kanna allowed herself a moan of desperation, willing the beast back, making it retreat, her body screamed in pain as the act of willpower went against all desires of her flesh. She could not wait, not for this door. No sound was coming from the person inside, but she knew her body could not wait for them to yield the facility. “The other door…quickly”. She commanded to herself, turning on her heal to start the desperate march down the hall. Sweat was washing all over her body, leaving her in a cold shiver as her need pulsed against her bottom with each step. She could not register the hallway, the distance, anything, not even the girl walking the other way, shaking off her recently washed hands. It took what felt like hours, but her small, forceful steps brought her to the bathroom door. Her heart was already sinking before she even touched the handle. From behind the oaken barrier, she could hear the desperate moan of relief, and the torrent of an overfilled bladder releasing into a toilet, barely on time. It appeared Chiffon had made it, and Kanna had once again encountered another unyielding barrier. ___________________________________ They each had taken a turn at the barrier, Mati hammering with a demon possessed hammer taken from the Kiko tribes. Firie tried to cut her way through with holy magic, calling upon a fine light that had helped then rend flesh from dying bone. Chiffon had exhausted her stores hammering with her magic infused blade, and Kanna’s fireballs were doing nothing. With an earth elemental fortifying the slab, the barrier had proven to be unyielding. Kanna had taken a seat by the crystal circuit. The trap had been so obvious. What she hoped would open a pathway to answers was simply a trap, designed to seal her in a familiar hell. Already, she could feel Mint’s sinister magic, stirring her insides. It felt as if her metabolism was in overdrive, similar to the previous trap. Only this time, instead of her bladder filling to bursting, it was her bowels slowly filling with need. She knew how it would go. Just like before, she would be forced to foul herself, again and again. Her anger giving way to shame, filling Mint’s machine with the potent magic of her emotions as she and her friends slowly died. It would be a shameful end, one leaving her alone, forgotten, and reliving the most shameful fate over and over and over. The thought washed over her. She was the heir to the Alexa family. The highest graded student at the academy in decades, nay centuries. Her fate was to be illustrious, prestigious, without comparison. Yet, Mint had robbed her of that bright future. Despite all of her work, all of her talent, all of her innate skill, her fate on this world would be to endlessly fill her panties, being nothing more than a battery of shame. “No…NO!” Kanna rose, pushing aside the growing need in her bowels. She could not be distracted, not by such a petty need. She could only allow herself to feel one thing. Anger. Anger at Mint’s arrogance, anger at her past shame, anger at her fate. She would not allow it. She could not allow it. The tsundere’s eyes burned with an intense fire, the very flames of her fury channeling down her staff. She pointed it at the slab, commanding that her will be made manifest. The others stared, hiding behind the pillar as the light of an inferno filled the cavern, and the very air vaporizing as the first bolt of flame erupted from the tip of her staff. A blistering gust rushed to fill the vacuum of burning air as her bolts of rage blasted against the slab. For the first time, cracks appeared in the unyielding stone, only to be filled in by fresh stone from the elemental, straining to keep the barrier alive. A guttural cry came from Kanna’s throat as she pushed her staff further, willing more heat, willing more flame, willing the very fires of an inferno into the slab. The cracks returned, molten slag falling from the stone, and then, it cracked. The tsundere fell to her knees, the hellfire from her staff fading as the elemental prison keeper burned, the slab of his unyielding defense finally yielding. Her head was heavy with exhaustion, and Kanna could feel a sudden lurch in her stomach as Mint’s magic left, leaving her with just a heavy urge. A small hand was on her shoulder. “Kanna-chan, you did it!” Firie yelped in childish delight. The way was clear. ___________________________________ Sadly, the barrier before Kanna could not be blown away like the granite and quartz of the evil earth elemental. The plain, oaken door, held closed by a simple lock, might as well have been rendered indestructible due to the unshaking powers that social mores held over a noble such as Kanna. Even on the precipice of using her panties as a toilet, Kanna would not violate the social rules. One in line must wait their turn, not matter how dire their need. It was much too late to turn back. Kanna’s feet had rooted to the hard floor as she stared at the door, hearing Chiffon releasing the flood gates of her desperate bladder. Turning back, or making a dash for the nurse’s would certainly only bring her quicker shame. “Chiffon…I beg of you…” she finally allowed herself to admit it. That she was in need, in desperate, dire need. “Please…hurry” she said, doubled over, trying to find any position that would ease the anger in her bowels. The sound of urine pittering into water was slowing, and Chiffon’s surprised voice yelped in embarrassment. “Hold on Kanna-chan…I am hurrying”. She implored, trying to finish with her own desperate task as Kanna’s willpower slipped, inch by inch. The honor student was nearing the end of her rope. She desperately yearned to destroy the unyielding door that kept her from the icon of relief. It would be so easy, taking not even an ounce of her power, especially in comparison to the stone slab. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t break it. She wouldn’t break it. She had to hold it. She couldn’t hold it. “Please…Please…Please….Chiffon” she begged as she heard the sound of the toilet flushing, her companion finally finishing with the task of releasing her waters, just as Kanna started the task of releasing her bowels. With the roar of the toilet, Kanna found herself overwhelmed, her hole yawning once again, finally finding the end of her willpower. A hearty groan of desperate relief broke past her lips as Kanna forced herself into a squat, lifting her skirt high, clutching it close as she tried to will her body to hold in. But all it served to do was expose her snow white panties to the world. The beast within her descended out slowly, her panties dimpling out slowly as she took labored breaths, once again trying to force it back. Yet she was incapable, her body had chosen its path. The price for her desire to maintain dignity would be the very dignity she sought to protect. The tsundere groaned again as her mess began to pick up in tempo, snaking out with a shameful crackle as the mess began to pile upon itself, her panties slowly changing form and color. Whether her body simply had given up all pretense, or she was willingly pushing along the urge in her bowel to spare herself the pain was beyond her. It didn’t even matter anyway, Kanna, mere feet from the toilet, was pooping her panties. She didn’t look up from the busy business of filling her panties when the door opened. She didn’t stop grunting, redfaced as the mass mushed on her shapely cheeks, and began to push up into the small of her back right under the waistband of her panties. Kanna only looked up when she was finished going potty in her pants, just in time to see the flabbergasted look of her companion. Sure, Kanna had seen Chiffon pee her pants and bed a multitude of times, and Chiffon even had the honor of seeing Kanna do the same. But neither of them had done a shameful deed of this magnitude in front of each other. “Kanna-chan…” Chiffon started to say as Kanna closed her eyes, fighting back a shameful tear as she let out one final grunt, a rude, squishing sound coming from her rear as she dropped her skirt, the back of it extended out, and a shameful bulge of her body’s waste dipping below the hemline. Mint-sensei had won again.
  14. A. But to be honest, she really should be considering diapers again.
  15. Consenting adults peoples. No one should be making others unwillingly participate/be exposed to their fetish. (This is not at op. More at some “questionable” responses)
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