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‘Don't make a scene.Don't ask questions. Don't embarrass the family.' Emily has a... unique sort of condition, when she's overfilled with pee: She's an incredibly active moaner. The kind that would give people reason to spread awful rumors, and tasteless libel about her family. And, as the mantra states: She can't make a scene, nor can she embarrass the family. Hence, outside. She would have gone on in, if there wasn't a crowd of people lining up behind her, ensuring someone was going to hear in, and start up the gossip.

[HIgh-Class Trouble] [A Birthday gift for @Biku] ‘This Is.... nothing.’ The thoughts of the upper crust, the confidence of a queen.....Or maybe even just the false assurance of a girl with too much to lose.. A few hours prior, the doors to an incredibly lavish building, teeming with brilliantly dressed figures and forms.... Some kind of significant gathering of important people.... Yet, all heads turn as the doors finally open.... As the last, and most important individuals strode in, spurring gossip and chatter among the audience... "That's the CEO of the company.." "Yeah, and her husband and child too.." A raven haired woman clad in red, a curly-brown haired man clad in a silver suit, and an exceptionally elegant looking daughter.... With a sky blue dress, fair pale skin, and a dark blue ribbon managing some slightly poofy, curled black hair.... "Go along, Emily." the woman whispers to the younger girl, lightly waving her on. "We've got some mingling to do with the general public." "Yes, of course mother." the younger woman answered, as she strayed from her family's side swiftly. ‘Mustn't give the wrong impression.’ Emily thought, rattling off a list of mental orders. ‘Don't make a scene.Don't ask questions. Don't embarrass the family.'. It was tough, being the daughter of one of the most renowned CEOs of her country. Her parents weren't neglectful, but they were.. occupied for a significant portion of time. Not that she minded, being able to live in the lap of luxury was well-worth the occasional quiet night at home...... Or in this case, being at another party with a bunch of strangers she'd never met. She sincerely doubted there was anyone even remotely her age in this 'Party' they held, much less any of her (Admittedly small) group of friends. Yes, a few hours of pacing around plush red carpeting, eating and drinking just ever-so-slightly, and giving noncommittal answers to the probing questions of the masses. Yes, just another mundane week's end for Emily Cole..... "Hey, aren't you the daughter of Cole's Pharmaceuticals?" one person asked, as she started towards the punch bowl to grab a drink.. "I am." she answered, quietly pouring herself a glass as she raised it to her lips. "What's your mom really like? I mean, I hear all kinds of stuff, but i..." Emily merely raised the glass to her lips, and started to move away. A trick she'd discovered over years of these sort of things: If you had a beverage in your hand, you could get out of most unwelcome conversations by merely raising the glass and walking on. She imagined the man would be a bit put off, but she didn't want to converse over her family at the moment.... There were several snacks, hors d'oeuvres, and various other distractions that caught the eye of many a party goer... But, Emily did her best to stay out of the limelight, and out of trouble... ‘Don't make a scene.Don't ask questions. Don't embarrass the family.'.she told herself again and again, as if on some kind of mantra... As she sipped, snacked, and quietly walked around... Trying to enjoy her solitude, as the waiters started to come around for the wine tasting. Not something she partook in, of course.. But, her father was quite.. enthusiastic about the varied wines and their ages.... Something that embarrassed her to no end, as he would get quite... "And then, my daughter was like 'but That one, Papa!'" the voice of her father called as he laughed with several other individuals, at a story that was probably not funny in the slightest. Emily furrowed her brow, and made herself as small as possible as she put some more distance between her and her family... Sipping from her punch (Which needed to be refilled soon) to get out of interacting with any would-be probes of discussion. Yes, everything was going routine. Boring, bright, and annoying as usual......For a few hours, at least. However, by the time she'd poured her fifth 'Get out of conversation free' glass, a sensation stirred inside of her... Pang.... "Ah...!" the girl softly groaned, her legs pressing together a bit tighter as she recognized the only demerit of avoiding uncomfortable conversations with strangers... She had to pee.... A fair amount too, given by the sudden swell in sensation. She had never been the kind to deliberately deviate, holding herself prominently for any sort of occasion.... Preferring to get the annoyance out of the way as soon as possible and be done with it.... Ever since she had been a child, and had a few...incidents, she'd usually be careful and cautious with her body... Doing her best to avoid any troublesome situations, or uncomfortable scenarios... But she was no child... Not anymore. These kind of things were fated to happen, one way or another.. And, given the sheer mass of people that she was avoiding.... 'Perhaps... I overdid it a little on the punch.' she thought to herself as she took a seat in one of the chairs for resting.... Crossing one leg over another casually as her eyes glanced around the ballroom. The party seemed to be in full swing at this point, so hoping for an early night was out of the question.... Her mother had just started telling the story of how she was a self-made woman, studying medicine since he was able to read and being top of her class.... The usual bragging that seemed to drag on for ages... And, most annoyingly of all, she couldn't pick apart anyone in the crowd who seemed to share in her plight..... Which would have been an easy out to her scenario.. ‘Don't make a scene.Don't ask questions. Don't embarrass the family.' she chanted to herself again, as she glanced around the room... Feeling the incessant panging stir anew. She had to keep herself still, she couldn't risk making a fool of herself by asking where the bathroom was, and she most definitely could not.... .. ‘Nnnn...!! Don't even think about that...' she snapped at herself, as she switched legs.... Pondering how long it would take for someone else to need a break, before.. "Oh, you're Miss Cole, aren't you?" another voice, a boy around her age called out. She flinched, and raised the glass to her lips on reflex.... Cringing internally as her body recoiled at the thought of more liquid.. "M...Mmmmth.." she sounded noncommittally as she forced the mouthful of punch down her throat, the boy turning to the crowd. "Did your parents drag you here too?" the boy, someone with messy brown hair and the undeniable air of a loser about him, called... Slumping. "I'm only here cause my parents want to rub elbows with the elite. By coming here every so often, i get them off my back... You know?" The black haired girl took sip after sip, trying to avoid having to answer the boy...Eyes darting around the room, until at last.... "I must be going..." she answered softly as a woman in a long purple dress started to head off into the halls....Prompting her to borderline leap out of her seat, and after the woman.... The telltale posture, the way the woman's hand went over her belly.... No doubt about it... She was headed to a bathroom, one that Emily could surreptitiously relieve herself in after, and be back without trouble.... A desire that was getting slightly more urgent as the punch continued to run it's course through her system..... Forcing the girl to consider for the fleetest of moments to apply some pressure..... A quick press.... Before rounding the corner with a bit of shock, and a groan... "Nooo..." she groaned...For despite the fact there was in fact, a bathroom to be used... There were also about a dozen or so women similarly waiting in line.....Prompting her to wince, as she quietly took to the back of the line. There wasn't anything to be done, she'd just have to endure quietly... Carefully... and just wait out the line. Some of the women struggled to put on a strong front as they waited, while others hopelessly bounced and squirmed openly... More than a few flushed faces indicating they may not have been in their right minds.....As Emily struggled to stay as still as possible.. "What kind of place like this only has three stalls? I'm bursting here!" one woman cried out quickly, prompting a scowl of disgust from the straining Emily... "Nnnnn... seriously.." Another woman, more composed, but no less troubled, called. "Hey! Hurry up in there! Some of us are wearing rentals out here!" "I..in a minute!" someone's voice called distantly from the bathroom... As Emily furrowed her brow, and raised one of her legs in a half-desperate bounce... ‘Don't make a scene.Don't ask questions. Don't embarrass the family.' she chanted to herself again, trying to detract from the growing agony in her lower belly... As the line moved oh so slowly.... Minutes feeling like hours.... The glasses of punch feeling like pitchers... And the crowd of people in line growing louder, and more rambunctious with every passing member.... Soon enough, the dozen people had dwindled down to a mere four, not counting her. One entered, as Emily had finally resorted to applying the slightest bit of pressure, an absolutely agonizing urge nagging at her to just forego with the line, and charge in at the next opening.... ‘N..No.... I can't make a scene...." she thought to herself, squeezing a bit harder. ‘And I can't embarrass my family.....' Losing it was out of the question, and yelling for them to hurry was out. Asking for another's spot in line was right out as well, as she just silently struggled.. .Switching from foot to foot, before... Three women all left the bathroom at once, leaving her at the front of the line after the women in front of her charged in. She breathed a sigh of relief, taking a few steps closer, as she took in a sharp breath, and exhaled... 'There there... almost there...' It would just be a few minutes, and a stall would open. Then, she could just pace in, lower her garments, and finally end this torment.... It seemed like no time at all that the door was opening, and someone starting out... Her window to escape the tyranny of piddle problems.. .. Until.. "E..Emergency! Clear a path!" a woman yelled, charging straight past the girl and into the bathroom... A hand on the back of her dress, and clutching her stomach giving the all-too-telltale signs of distress..... "A..Ah..! H..hey!" she protested, but it was far too late. She could hear the woman's groans through the door, and it was clear she wasn't going to be out for a while. Similarly, there was now another horde of people standing behind her, shifting and squirming as she looked back... Feeling her heart sink. 'There's...so many people....' she thought, feeling her cheeks pinken a bit. 'I...If i go in there... They'll...!.' Emily darted from the line at this, stiffly stagger-pacing back through the ball... Glancing about to see if her parents seemed ready to leave... To no avail. "And then there was the time that..." Her father was in full-on story mode, and he was the only person who liked hearing his voice more than her mother... As she was being lead to the bathrooms she had just escaped from... No doubt, to help with the person who cut her in line with obvious... Distress. 'Mom HAD to be a doctor.....' she chided to herself, knowing that any hopes of an early exit would be dashed until the person in the bathroom was tended to.... So, she had only one other escape... One way to avoid causing a scene, asking questions, or shaming her family..... "Outside... I have to get out of here..." she groaned to herself, hunching forward as she started towards the door, keeping only the lightest of eyes out for anyone following her.... Such as a journalist, or that annoying boy.... As she pushed open the doors, and glanced along the gardens with a large tree...Hobbling over, and leaning against the trunk for balance. "It'll..It'll have to do..." she told herself, feeling her whole body winding up like a spring... Ssssh As a spray of warmth started to seep into her underclothes, giving her mere moments to act.... Her sky blue dress being hoisted over pale, creamy thighs....While striped orange undergarments marred with a splotch of shame were yanked down over her hips... Psssssssssssshhhhhh..sssssssssssshhhhh..sssssssshhhhhhhhhSsssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhh As an absolute deluge erupted from her lower lips, splashing the ground and then some as her body forcefully ejected all of the punch she'd been handling throughout the night..... Splattering, and splashing at her feet, as her free hand went to her mouth. "Mmgggghhhhhtttthhh....!!!! Mmmmmaaahhhhhhaaaahhhnnnnnnnn....aaaaahhnnnn.." Badly muffling a series of groans, moans, and noises she was making. An unfortunate habit that developed over the years... Anytime she was forced to hold more than a middling amount, she had a bit of a.... noisy reaction. She wasn't entirely sure if it was just a vulgar trait from a restrained lifestyle, or if it just always felt that good to piss, but every time she emptied from a lengthy hold... "Mmaaaaahhhhhh..haaaaaahhhhhnnnn....aaaaaaaaahhnnnn..." She was left a groaning, panting, shuddering mess. The cool, night's air against her tender area certainly didn't dissuade any of the shivers her body felt.... But, as her personal faucet was starting to taper off... "Hey...Do you hear something?" She bit down on her hand, kneeling down into a squat as she muffled her noises as best she could..... Unfamiliar women's voices..... "Must be the wind.." another called. "C'mon, let's get back in, before Mr. Cole notices anything's off." "Yeah......" the first voice responded, as Emily heard the footsteps departing from her location. "If the line wasn't so long for the bathrooms, we wouldn't have had to go outside like a bunch of animals." "Oh, don't lie! It was fun!" Emily could feel her heart pounding, and her face flushing.... The trickle of her stream only now tapering off as she managed to finally catch up on her breathing.... A bite mark on the back of her hand all-too-evident. It was close.... So very, very close.....But.... ‘I didn't make a scene....I didn't ask any questions" She thought, as she lightly wiggled her hips... Trying to dry off, before pulling her slightly damp panties up. 'And... once again, I didn't embarrass the family.' Now, she just had to make it back inside, and back into the crowd with nobody suspecting a thing. ‘Yeah... After that, This is..... nothing..’

This is a section for any random, assorted stories that i feel the need to, am bribed to, or otherwise coerced into writing in the year of 2020. Read at your own peril, desire, etc. For more up-to-date Faust writing, join the Omo.org Discord and check out the interactives. (Updated semi-frequently) Assorted Story 1: An Expert on Explosions (Edition 1) [Tags: Wetting, Messing, generally faffing with Canon, Konosuba) Rrrrrg…..Rrrrrg… “Easy….We’re almost there…” It had been a long trek from the village, but the guild hall was finally in sight. The promise of work, pay, and most importantly, food awaited inside… “Just...gotta….endure...it..a little longer...” It had been several days since her last meal, as her stomach was all too keen to remind her. She didn’t have any money, and she was far too feeble to go hunting for wild animals… But, there was a chance… If she could find a party that would take her, and get even a single job…… She could get enough money to buy some food for her sister, and make it just a little while longer…. The hall was bustling with adventurers of many shapes and sizes, yet despite such a variety of people… “You think that maybe we should lower our recruitment standards just a little bit?” “Nonsense! I’m a Goddess, they’ll be lining up to party with me! Just you wait!” They were an unusual pair, indeed. A boy with short brown hair with a green tracksuit… And a girl with elegant, dark blue clothes...With bright blue hair, that trailed down her back, and an overly perky smile... “Yeah, but considering we're a starter party...” the boy calls, rolling his eyes. “You think maybe only wanting advanced classes a bit unreasonable?" “But I'm the Goddess Aqua!” the blue haired girl replies, indignantly. “I'll accept nothing less than the best! And you, of course.. Kazuma.” “Nnn.. but what kind of advanced class is so hard up for work they'll help a party like ours?” Kazuma replied back. “I'm a low level adventurer, and you're a useless Godd-.” “Ahem...” Even compared to the two, she knew she stood out. A petite body, with a knee-length red dress.... A large, wide-brimmed hat that was stitched to resemble a mouth on it.....A bright red eyepatch over her face, fingerless gloves, and bandages over her leg. Her one visible eye shimmered a brilliant crimson.... And, though her stomach felt like it was digesting itself out of desperation, she struck a prominent pose, flourishing her hands over her face. To do any less would be unbecoming of her clan, regardless of her state. “I'm here to apply for your party.” she stated, fingers going over her eyes, but parted to permit her vision. “I am a mage of the crimson demon clan, who commands the most powerful Magic: Explosion! My name is Megumin!” People around whispered a few things out of her earshot, but Aqua's eyes lit up.... Beaming. “Ooh! See Kazuma? I told you that our flyer would work!” "I....see...” the boy responded, looking her up and down. "I'm not so sure I want some kind of jailbait mage in our party. People stare enough as it is...” “J..Jailbait?!” the Crimson demon answered, indignantly. “I...I am not jailbait! I'm the most prestigious mage of the Crimson Demon clan! My skills are unparalleled! My might, unquestionable....” “The crimson demon clan are powerful mages..!” Aqua whispered to the boy, behind a raised palm. “There's no sense in denying her offering to help, is there? Worse comes worse, you can just...” "Alright, alright...” the boy relented, leaning back in his chair. "Tell me Miss Crimson demon...” “Megumin.” "What's the catch? Why would you ally yourself with our party? Surely, if you're as great as you say you are, you'd have no trouble getting a more competent group than me and the useless Go-” An interrogation cut short by the small girl suddenly falling forward, her petite body finally giving out from it's lack of energy. For all his sniping, Kazuma leapt from his chair at this, and hurriedly moved to the girl's side. "Hey, Loli-mage! Are you okay? What happened..?” It took nearly every ounce of life in her body to answer..... Mustering only a single word..... “Food......” It was enough to get her message across, as by the time Megumin's eyes opened again, she was sitting before a veritable smorgasbord of odds, ends, and flavors... Kazuma and Aqua positioned on the sides of the table, as he gave her a wave of his hand. "Go on, eat.” he assured, a hand rubbing his head. "Not gonna let you starve... Even if I don't think you're going to be of much use. I mean, what can a little loli mage like you do?” She wanted to respond. She wanted to answer him, and explain to him that age has no bearing on ability, that she could easily take care of the entire guild hall at once if she desired. That any party would be lucky to have her.... ... However, that would require doing things like breathing and not-eating... Both things she'd had more than her fair share of over the past few days.... "Jeez, I didn't think you were that hungry." the talkative boy replied, as she nearly shoveled tray after tray of whatever she could get her hands on. "Do you just Not eat for days on end or something?” There was more silence, a leer from her one visible eye....And then right back into devouring as much as she could muster in a short time frame, as if they would pull the plates from under her any second.... "If you don't slow down, you're gonna upset your stomach!” he added on, as the girl's body considered her food intake to be sufficient to snap back. “The crimson demon clan have stomachs of steel!” she stated, wiping her face with her sleeve. “'Tis a meager offering by our standards, but it will do for my services, Adventurer and companion whose hair is like the sea!" "If you say so....” the brown haired boy answered, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm Kazuma, that's Aqua.” If Megumin herself was eating quickly, it seemed to be nothing compared to how Aqua was practically inhaling certain foods that Megumin hadn't finished, looking much less regal than her attire suggested..... As she similarly knocked back a large glass of what Megumin figured was the tavern's booze... "So, what service do you request of me, the great Crimson Demon?" she called, as Kazuma looked to Aqua... and then rubbing the back of his head, sheepishly. "Well there are these frogs you see....” As soon as the trays were cleared, the group was off! Megumin felt better than she had for weeks with all of the food in her belly, as Kazuma explained the sit0tion.. They were dealing with frogs. Giant frogs, that were seemingly resistant to physical blows. Given the party was of a Cleric, and a lowly adventurer, they were all too happy to have someone with some more literal firepower...... Of which, she was truly unparalleled. None could rival the might of her.. Grrrrgggg.... A hand went over the petite mage's stomach as she felt it grumbling... Not in hunger, but in another sense...As she hastily planted her hand at her side before the adventurer could notice... "So, we were hoping that you could help us finish them off.” Kazuma finished, seemingly not noticing her light pause. "We'll give you a fair cut of the reward and all, and I've already managed to kill one. So, it should work out.” "O...Of course it will." she stated, feeling a bit of sweat beading up on her forehead. "For a mage of my level, this is no more troubling than a morning jog!" "If you say so..." The frogs were definitely gigantic, that was true. Each one looked about the size of the common hut in the woods, or even some of the larger caravans that people traversed in. Though they weren't very aggressive, they'd defend themselves if something was too close to them.. Which unfortunately, included things like buildings, statues, and farms that were built on uneven ground. Outside of protecting livestock, and preventing property damage, people would sometimes hunt the frogs for their meat as well... Which lead to a strangely addicting, if weird textured taste when properly grilled.... The thought made Megumin's mouth water, even after having such a big meal.... Grrrggg...Grrrrg...... Something her body was getting a little too keen to remind her on, as Kazuma pointed at one of the frogs by it's lonesome, staring at a tree amidst the wide open field. "Alright, show us what you can do, Loli mage!." Kazuma stated, as the girl put the thought out of her mind... 'It’ll pass' she thought, quietly to herself. 'I'll take care of this, and I shouldn't have to worry....' Magic was.... a troublesome factor in a person's life. It was something most adventurers could pick up, and it was very useful for a medley of things... However, one's magic was limited by their MP, which was an innate thing that people were nearly incapable of changing, and outside of some very precious gems, one could only expend so much energy to cast spells, based on your own innate talent. If you lacked the MP, you could sometimes substitute your own energy for a mana deficiency...Though, most mages refused to let their bodies get to that point, preferring instead to retreat and recover. Megumin was such a big eater, because unlike them...As an expert from the crimson demon clan... 'I can use that excess energy to fuel my spell..' she thought to herself, as she closed her eyes....And began a chant. "In the beginning, there was naught.....And then, there was this..." the girl started, holding out her magic staff, as energy started to crackle around her. "That which brought about the beginning of all things, and which will bring about your end! Feel the might of the most powerful spell known to humanity, which birthed all, and bests all..." The very air around the frog started to glow a bright orange, as a circle formed around it... "Hear thine name, and cease your existence...... EXXXXXXXPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSION!" It was not a simple bang, a whimper, a flutter, or even a slam.... It was, as the name suggested, an impossibly loud, incinerating, devastating, OVERWHELMING blast of raw, concentrated mana, that didn't just engulf, but completely vaporize the frog from the plane of existence, leaving behind scorch marks....Flickering embers, and the smell of cooked frog meat in the air.... It was the greatest magic, and the one she was known for... The explosion mage, Megumin.... "Holy shit.... She did it!" Kazuma called, wide eyed. "Now THAT is real magic! Oh man, we really lucked out after all finding that Loli Mage! She's perfect, she's great, she's..." Fwump.... The petite mage fell face-first into the grassy field, her whole body frozen up, and feeling almost completely drained of the energy she had before.... Her muscles relaxed to a degree that she could barely muster a chuckle... Her face fell slack for a bit, and her tongue was dangerously close to falling out of her mouth as she laid flat.... The downside of such a dangerous magic readily evident.... Yes, it was the most powerful spell known to man.... And, while she could theoretically cast it.... "Wh..what happened?! Is this some kind of 'Turn your HP into MP' so now you're on death's door kind of spell?" Megumin couldn't quite muster an affirmation yet, so she tried to blink very obviously.... It was once for yes, two for no, wasn't it..? "Gah... I was hoping we could wipe out the field, but we have to get out of here..." the boy called, as he turned to Aqua. "Come on, we gotta..." Megumin couldn't see what happened, but based on the yells that rang to her ears, she could only imagine that the other girl got... attacked by one of the frogs. They weren't incredibly dangerous, but they had a wide palette for food..... ... Which she was now acutely aware that she was a sitting.... Laying duck for the very beings to come and gobble up.... Yet, thankfully, the warmth that came around her body wasn't of a tongue trying to pull her in, but of someone's body, lifting her up to carry... "That spell's way too dangerous..." the boy's voice rang to her as she recovered enough energy to open her eyes, already halfway to town. "You definitely can't be casting that if you want to be with us. You're too vulnerable after it..." She opened her mouth to protest, feeling the lightest of feeling in her feet again... But... Grrrrrrrrgggg....Grrrrrggglllle... Something else had taken ample opportunity of her recovery time, what was once a harmless gurgle had grown into a very troubling weight.... That she could feel on it's path downward and outward... "And people are going to ask questions if they see me carrying around a little girl like this after every mission, and.." "Can't..." the girl answered, as she tried to tense, and clench up her bottom......Feeling the pressure mounting it's attack on her dignity.... "Ah? Whattya mean you can't?" the boy answered, seemingly unaware of her plight....as she tried to stiffen her body up. "I...can't..." she started, softly...Before trying to put on a brave face. "I can't...cast other kinds of magic...! It's only...Only explosion....!" "WHAT?!" Kazuma yelled, stopping in place as they arrived in town, and jarring her tiny body. "You mean you don't know any other magic?! You're as bad as Aqua!" "Hey, I heard that!" The petite mage couldn't argue the point, the sudden stop feeling like someone shoved on her ailing tummy, as if telling her urge to hurry along, as she felt the weight getting closer and closer to disaster.... She usually could cast her spell off in time to use the energy from her food and avoid this... But, perhaps with her rabid consumption, she may have in fact taken in more than she could process... As the boy groaned... "No wonder you had to come to us! Nobody would take someone whose only skill makes them pass out! That's just stupid...!" "P...Please...." she stated weakly, feeling the pressure starting to surmount.. Frrrt..Frrrrt.... "Please what? I'm already carrying you back! Thanks for the help and all, but i don't think i can handle another dead weight to lug around on my team.." "Y..you don't understand.." she pleaded, her eyes near tears as she squeezed with all of her remaining might... Still feeble, and weakened from her magic The idea of being tossed aside again was horrible... Terrifying.... Mortifying even.... Horrid memories seemed to take form in her stomach, further weighing down the pressure that was budding.... swelling.....descending at a rapid pace as she thought of her her sister, her clan, and of her very name....... So, with all of her other options threatening to slip away from her, and more than opportunity knocking at the door, the boy threatening to slam the door in her face... .She went for the last, most drastic, and definitively most effective option... Frrrrrrrrt....Crk.. "A...Alrrrrrrriiiiiiight!" she screamed, loud enough to get everyone's attention. "I..I...i really didn't want...nngh...it to come to this, but if it's the only way to get you to ac....acc...accept me...I'll do it...! I'll....I'll...I'll cater to your.......Little girl ffffff...Fantassssssiiiiiessssssss!!!" Crrrrk...brrrrrrttt... There was no stopping it at this point.... She could feel the pressure of lunch, processed into energy and waste pushing and forcing it's way out from under her dress... Her poor, cotton black panties sporting a now bulging tent that grew with every passing second.... "Nnnnn....Nnnnnghhhh....I'm.....I'm....m..m..messing myself...for you.." she sniveled, her face burning bright red as very real tears came to her eyes. "I..in front of all of these people... D..d..dadd-" "Sshhhhh!!! Stop, Stop! People are staring!" Kazuma quickly stifled, rocking back and holding her against him. "Y..You can stay, you can stay! Just..stop making a scene..!" The most effective persuasion of all: Blackmail. However, though she now had her party... Frrrttt..crckle...crckle.... It didn't stall her stomach's release any further, as she continued to shame, and mess herself...The uncomfortably warm, mushy sensation encompassing her rear end... Psssss...sssshhhhh... As the front of her panties were assaulted as well, with warm wetness she couldn't fight back.....Trickling down her legs, and warming her body in the most troubling of ways.... (Along with soaking the boy's track jacket) Yet, once she could get cleaned up and do some laundry, she would now have a source of income for her family, and for herself! ... Even if whispered hushes now occasionally mentioned that she was an expert on different kinds of explosions than her magic...... A small price to pay for an honest living.

[Day 20: Formally Challenged, Part 2] "A challenge, Hm?" the suited supernatural hunter (Penny) stated... With a grin stretching from ear to ear. "I've always wanted to challenge the Goddess of Lust.." "A..Aaa... If I'd have known this was going to happen...." her petite sister (Youmu) sounded, already shifting vividly under her dress. "I....I wouldn't have.." "Hmpth....Nothing I can't handle.." the haughty black haired girl (Emily) stated, standing firm with a serious look, refusing to show weakness out the gate.... "Oooh, I've always wanted to go to one of these!" the perky lime-green haired girl (Ellie) Piped up, eyes gleaming like stars. "These kind of things are so exciting!" "We've got to escape the room..? Oh...I'm getting flashbacks.." the plum haired girl (Lillica) stated quietly, recalling the last time she was trapped in a building.... in a similar state. "Kind of a shame Faust isn't here..." "Mmmmm.. It's okay, Miyu. Yuno'll take care of you." the pinkette (Yuno) assured the petite black haired girl, patting her shoulder gently. "No need to worry." "I..I'll try to keep calm.. Thank you." she answered softly, lightly gripping the waist of her dress as she stood.... Trying to keep her balance, despite developments. "Hm... Well, it can't be too difficult.." the dusty blonde haired girl (Faye) mused, a finger brushing her lips as she pondered. "Escaping our shame, that is..." "Certainly. We just need to keep calm, and focus our efforts.." the teal haired girl (Winona) mused, setting down a glass "Though, i suppose i should stop sipping away at my drink, until it's safe to do so." "Can't believe I got roped into this kind of thing, again." Arthoria groaned, rubbing his head with one hand, as hands gripped the front of his suit, the dark haired girl in a black, accented dress having bounded over to him in a flash. "Was this your idea, perv?' Kozuko snapped viciously, lifting the sole male off his feet (And showing she had no trouble maneuvering in heels), as he lightly swatted her hand aside, floating for a few moments, before landing. "No, I already did my time as Saril's second in command.." he protested, shaking his head. "'Sides, not like you're in any danger. Saril's keen on you." "Not the point, nerd." Kozuko retorted, scoffing as she turned to the group. "A'right everyone, listen up! I have a plan!" The group all started to circle around Kozuko at this, prompting her to glance over them all, as she flourished her hand around the building.... "We're going to have to go with the time-old tradition to find an exit.." Kozuko continued, gesturing to each person in turn. "We split up, and search for clues! We'll cover more ground if there's three or four groups than if there's one." The group nodded quietly in turn, save Arthoria, who rolled his eyes slightly. "Yeah, cause splitting up always works out in movies." he deadpanned, earning him a sharp shot to the side from the dark haired, self-appointed leader. "Ignore him." Kozuko stated sharply, gesturing at the girls in turn. "Red, silver, Princess, You're group 1. Plum, Pink, and Mini, Group 2. Teal, Lime, and......and Blondie, you're group three..." "Mmm...? But that leaves you and..." Faye responded, her eyes giving a slight shimmer as she watched the suited boy with an...unsettlingly analytic gaze, as the dark haired girl stamped down in her heels. "Don't worry: He'll be the first to go." Kozuko assured, prompting another eyeroll from Arthoria... As she gestured at the corners of the mansion. "Everyone, take one of the doors out from here, we'll check if there's a good path upward. Try to meet back up in an hour to discuss our findings. Any questions?" A meek hand from the petite, dark haired girl raised.... Eyes almost hesitant to meet the cocky, confident gaze of Kozuko... "A..are we in danger..?" Miyu inquired with a tensed posture, her gaze averting, and her head lowering.... As if already admonishing herself for asking such a question....Prompting Kozuko to open her mouth to assure the girl.... But, a pat on the head from the Suited Arthoria instead responded, rubbing her neatly done hair lightly (And mussing it up in the process). "Nah... Saril's a lot of things, but she isn't dangerous.." he mused, in a..strangely soft tone that Kozuko wasn't used to hearing. "She's interested in putting on a show, but not into putting people in danger. You'll be okay: I promise." The girl's face burned red, and she could barely mumble a response...As Arthoria turned back to Kozuko, as if nothing had happened. "Well? Shall we?" he mused, sticking out his arm.... But, rather than take it, the confident woman strode proudly up the stairs swiftly. He shrugged his shoulders, and followed after her.... Prompting the other groups to head out on their own corners... Moving to different doors as they started their separate journeys. "Mmm... Do you suspect she had... alternative reasons for pairing herself up with him?" the accusatory tone of Faye started as the groups were out of earshot, prompting a wave of the lime green haired girl's hand. "Hmm? Nahhh, I don't think it was like that." Ellie mused, her hand gripping the knob of the door, and starting to open it. "She's not quite putting off the Tsun Tsun vibes you'd expect. Prolly just some professional courtesy." "I get the feeling there's something we're not quite in the know about.." Winona added softly, her hands resting at the front of her dress as she walked. "This wasn't the kind of thing we had to do back on.." "Hm..A chill...?" Faye sounded as the group paced into the room.... PItch black, from the moment they walked in....Before the door slammed shut behind Winona, and a bright light encompassed the area...... Leaving the group blinded for a few moments, before finding themselves in.... "Ohhhh wow, I didn't know there was a pool in here.." A massive room, with an Olympic-sized swimming pool that stretched out for what looked like forever... Coupled with a few notable signs every so often.... Presumably, for distance. "Fifty....A hundred.......Two... goodness, how far does this go?" Faye asked as she glanced up at the signs... Prompting Ellie to stride over. "Man, if I'd have known they'd have a pool here, I'd have brought a suit.." she started quietly, kicking off a pair of emerald high-heels, as she dipped her legs into the waters. "Ohhh, and it's heated, too..." One could nearly see what could be felt as steam slowly rising from the waters of the pool....Ellie's submerged feet almost looking like they had punctured a hole in the waters.... Prompting Winona, and Faye to shiver at a sudden chill that ran through the air. "M..Mmm.. Let me try.." the teal, tea-savvy girl added, kicking her own shoes off as she dipped her own feet in the water... And similarly quivered. "O-Ohhhh... Ohhhh, it is quite heated..." Faye eyed the water warily as heat poured off of it.... Prompting an involuntary shudder, and the pressing of her legs together.... As the other girls relaxed some more. "Something doesn't seem right.." she stated, but the lime-green haired girl merely tucked up her dress, and started to pull at the top. "Ohhhhh, I can't take it..! I gotta get in..." she called quickly, tossing the dress over her head... Showing off some green-laced garments underneath to preserve what little modesty she had.... sinking into the water in her garments. "Ohhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhhhh... Ohhh... Is... It's so goooooooooood..." Winona and Faye both stared a bit wide-eyed at this, more than a bit surprised at her brazen display..... As she started to wade gently, sighing. "Mmmm.. C'mon in! The water's amazing.." she invited, prompting the teal haired girl to stand up... But, before Winona could consider it, Faye tucked her back from the pool.... Whispering snidely. "She's like a kid... Haven't you forgotten we're on a mission?" she snapped, prompting a familiar pang from the teal haired girl's body... As she suddenly tensed up. "R..right.. Right..." she responded quietly, sliding her heels back on, as she leaned over. "C'mon Ellie, we should keep looking! There's gotta be something around here that could lead us to the bathroom.." "Mmmm.... Mmmm?" the girl responded blankly, a look of sudden relief crossing her face as she swam..... As a steady, but slow stream could be seen through the water.... Spraying out through the girl's pantied faucet, and into the crystal-clear waters of the pool.... Marked by a peculiar, sparkling, glimmering tint that would dissuade any confusion as to what she was doing in the pool... "Mmmmmaaahhh.... I'm good... thanks.." she mused, clearly unaware of the water's display of her own relaxation.... As the sparkling liquid seemingly vanished into the massive waters of the pool, prompting Faye to nudge Winona sharply in the side. "Gross.." she whispered with a dark gaze, turning away from the lime-haired lingere-clad girl's endeavors.... As they moved about the pool-area... Looking for something... anything else of note.... The air seemed to chill further as the two walked, prompting Faye's shoulders to tense, but Winona's whole body to start shivering... The warm water on her legs sorely paying for her quickly-dashed relief, and her bladder angrily reminding her of it's own contents with every chill. "Finally... A Door.." Faye sounded after the two navigated to the end of the massive pool (over 300 feet long.) Her hand grasped at the door quickly, tugging sharply at the handle as Winona turned her head. "What about Ellie...?" she asked quickly, not even prompting a glance backward from the dusty-blonde. "Leave her." she replied curtly, prompting a small frown from the teal haired girl... As she leaned back. "Ellie! We're going on ahead! Wanna come with?" she yelled, cupping her ear for a response...... But, to no avail. She could hardly see the girl as she swam from edge to edge, clearly none the wiser... Nor seeming to care. She hesitantly turned back to the doorway with Faye, and started along nervously... A hand resting at the front of her dress as a chill ran through the air once more.... Hurriedly shooing her away from the cold air.... 'Wonder where we'll end up next...' =======================================================================================================================

[Day 20: Formally Challenged, Part 1] "Can't believe I have to do this.." "Hey, you lost the bet." "Yeah, whatever...." It was a slow walk, into what would no undoubtedly be an interesting night. A large, black gate opened a path towards what could only be described as a massive mansion, with many an illuminated room noticeable from the outside... As the duo quietly paced forward. "Mysterious letter, fancy party... Suspicious mansion.." the first called, an older boy in a neatly-pressed suit, with a teal undershirt called... Messy, mussy brown hair matted to his head in a vain attempt to control it.....As his arm entwined with another. "Definitely-not-a-trap." "Well, it gets me out of that place." the other, a fair skinned, modestly endowed girl with dark hair..Straightened, and clearly handled with much greater care and skill... Donned in a majestic black dress, with red and purple highlights that showcased a generous portion of her collarbone, and hugged her body neatly. The clacking of heels could be heard as they walked up the stone path..... Approaching the mansion. "I'll take about anything over those vultures." "It's only for one night." the suited boy reminded her, as a hand moved to grab the door handle. "Then, we'll be going back, understood?" "Yes..." the girl remarked, rolling her eyes a bit. "Yes...?" he replied, very clearly expecting some kind of title, or addendum.... "Yes Da-" she started, prompting him to flinch... As the girl chuckled loudly. "You're too easy to wind up, Arthoria." "And you're..." the suited teacher of the black light district griped... Visibly stammering over his words. "You just..don't know when to quit." The door was opened before more squabbling could occur, and the inside of the mansion was revealed....To be no less impressive inside, as lavish purple carpet stretched from wall to wall, tables were expertly positioned with glasses, plates, and refreshments... And, most importantly, scattered about the area.... "Yo! Looks like you made it after all!" "W..who are they...?" "Ahhh... They should be the last two.." "I feel like i've seen em somewhere before.." Were several other people, in elegant formal wear, like the two arrived in. Calling to them, were a girl with dark red hair, suited like Arthoria (But with a crimson shirt, instead of teal), a petite girl with silver hair in a shimmering, silvery dress.... A regal-looking girl with shoulder-length black hair, that seemed to be in her element already, donned in sky blue..... And a lime-green haired girl, with a dark green dress. "Guess we were fashionably late again.." Arthoria stated under his breath, as Kozuko's heel none-too-gently planted on his own foot. "Not my fault you made the gamble on my underwear separate." she uttered back in a sharp tone, Arthoria not even reacting to the stomp. "Wanted to give you some choice in the matter.." he added back in just as sharp a tone...As several of the others came into view at this.... A plum haired girl, with an equally plum dress that stopped near her ankles..... Showing off a respectable figure, next to an incredibly curvy pinkette, in a stunning, backless red dress, that seemed to almost emphasize her ample breasts... And, clinging to the pinkette's arm, was a slender, petite girl with black hair.... A dark blue dress stopping just below her knees, as she wobbled precariously... Her stance staggered as she struggled to keep her balance.... "Wow...Lots of girls here." Kozuko noted, as Arthoria craned his neck some more.... Doubling back as he saw a girl with shoulder-length teal hair, and a girl with dusty-blonde hair...Yet a dangerous grin.... In Teal, and gold, respectively. "Yeah.... old and new.." he remarked, trying to not meet any of the gazes as they paced in....Stepping ahead of Kozuko. "I'm...uh... I'm gonna go do a thing. Be back in a sec.." Kozuko watched the boy scamper off, away from the dusty blonde and teal haired girl....shrugging as she paced around, glancing at some of the refreshments. "Might as well.." she noted, heading to a punch bowl and pouring herself a glass, as she sat around... Pondering where, or really... who to talk to..... "Boy, she looks dangerous, Arthoria.." the red haired girl in a suit called as he paced by.... shaking his head. "Penny, don't..." he warned quickly, moving past her quickly. "One of my students, and she's dangerous with those heels..." :O...Oh, work friends, sis?" the silverette asked, holding a glass between both of her hands..As Penny gave an amused smirk. "You could say that..." she mused, holding a glass herself by the rim as she cautiously sipped, schemes a plenty no doubt brewing behind her gaze.... "I see you're well, Arthoria.." the black haired girl responded, in a slightly superior tone. "You clean up nicer than I expected. Well, except your hair..." "I know, Emily." Arthoria stated, a hand patting at his messed up hair, as he glanced around. "Mysterious invite? No sender?" "Yes... quite." Emily replied, glancing around. "You don't think..." "Good Evening~" a voice came from a higher floor of the mansion, prompting everyone's gazes to turn skyward.....As an otherworldly figure, in a dress that resembled the starry night's sky... Fine, pale skin... And an all-too-telling smile. "I'm glad you could all make it to my little party~" "Shit." "As I'm sure you all know..." the woman mused, posing in a dramatic fashion as she turned... Long, starry gloves up her forearm matching her dress decorating her fingers. "My name is Saril, and I'm absolutely delighted to have you all here tonight. Try the punch, have a snack~ But most importantly..." A sudden, jarring sensation struck the crowd as a whole, prompting an exasperated sigh, coupled with sudden gasps, flinches, and pauses... "Try to keep yourselves contained." she mused, with a playful wink. "Our fun little get-together here has to have a theme, and I know just the one everyone can enjoy: An Escape room! But not just any escape room... For, rather than escaping the building, you're merely to escape...Well, you all know what's going on by now..." Legs pressed together, hands pressed, and hips shifted... Expressions tensed, posture stiffened, and the all-too-entranced gaze of Saril looked down upon them... As she twirled a bit in her dress. "Your goal for tonight, is to escape your shame." she mused, turning her back to the group. "The bathrooms are way up here, but it's quite a labyrinth. You'll need to traverse through more than a few obstacles to make it up here, and even then... Well, I won't spoil the surprise just yet... " She started away from the group, through a door at this... But, her voice permeated the air, sounding all throughout the mansion.. As if she hadn't left at all. "Last one holding their piddle wins. Good luck, cross those legs, and remember to.... Hold it!!!" ..... 'Gonna be a long fuckin' night...' [To be continued....!] ==========================================================================================================================

AuthorFaust: Alright, so Day 20's story is going to take a few days, more than likely.... But, it comes with a small bit of audience participation..... For this story, I will need you (Yes, All of you) Commenters to put forth a (Thankfully small) answer to something: Who is your favorite female character..... That has previously been written by Faust? The most basic of answers, just being selecting a person (From whichever stories, interactives, etc.) from any of my writings. I plan to select more than a few of those selected, for the last official story for this..... And, if you want to incentivize me to select your...selection, then feel free to mention what else you like about the character. Their way of speaking? Their perceived appearance? Personality? Attitude? Their figure? Anything you like, be as descriptive, or simple as you wish in talking about who you like best. (And yes, you can pick more than one: So long as you give them a touch of detail) The only rule in regards, is They have to have been written by Faust Prior. If it's someone niche, or relatively unknown, then make sure to remind me where they come from. Just to prove they were used. Anyways, have fun! Pick whomever, and prepare for.... At least acceptable material, i hope.

[Day 19: Voter's Choice] "Aaaaa.... It's a disaster! A terrible development! The Absolute Worst!" It was a race against time, a struggle of the ages, turmoil, of the most troubling type..... "Go..gotta get the key in... Gotta get the key in the door..." The girl from the Sixth day's trials.... A girl with long, shimmering, silver hair....Topped with a red-rimmed white hat, donned in her school uniform; A white, short-sleeved shirt that was lined at the edges with red as well, a matching red ribbon at the chest, and a short, black skirt that stopped just below the thighs. Glancing lower, one could see knee-high white socks covering the majority of her legs, ending with her feet, in brown loafers. "C...C'mon Illya, you can do it!" she stated to herself, bouncing from foot to foot, one hand pressed to the front of her skirt...While the other held a small, silver key... That she was currently trying to shove into the keyhole of the door....But shaking too badly to do anything less than ding it repeatedly. "J..Just...Just gotta... Gotta steady....steady your hands..ann...Annnnnd...J...J..Jam it in...!" The key scraped against the edges of the lock, as the silverette quivered.... Shook....Trembled....... Before finally... "A..Ahh..! It went in!" she called out triumphantly, twisting and turning... Both the key in the lock, and her legs over one another.... As she struggled, strained, and tensed.... One eye squeezing shut, as the sound finally rang out.. Ka-lick.... And her hand could finally delve down... Twisting the knob, and barging in without even removing the key from the door. "I..I'm home! I'm home!" she cried out loudly, one of her fingers digging to peel off her shoes at the door. "I..I'll g..get to my chores in a minute, Promise!" She couldn't even get the other shoe off properly, stepping on the front of her other shoe as she crossed her legs over the other way....Trying to pry her foot from her shoe without having to bend over, and endanger herself.... "Ahhh.. Ahhh..gotta hurry..!! Gotta hurry..!" she repeated over and over, kicking the shoe the rest of the way off.... As she darted across her humble abode. charging to the all important room...And gripping the knob... Clkclk... "Awah?!" the girl sounded, tugging and yanking on the doorknob...to no avail. "Nononono...! O..Open up! Pl..Please..!!" "Hm...? Illya? I'll be out in a minute!" a voice called from inside the bathroom. "Just about finished with my shower..." "Shh...Shhhower?!" Illya sounded, feeling a surge of pressure, as her other hand rocketed to the front of her skirt. "Y...You don't understand! I've been holding it since third period! Someone blew up the toilets! I need to go RIGHT NOW!" A small, uneasy chuckle could be heard from the other end of the door.... Dampened by the tortuous sounds of running water.....As Illya kneaded her personal faucet, shifting and writhing as she stuck her bottom out, leaning forward. "I'll try to hurry..." a boy's voice called out to her, as she bobbed up and down.... Bending her knees, and shifting wildly... The pounding in her lower belly starting to get insistent....Troubling..... Demanding.... "P...please....please...hurry..!" she pleaded, her fingers cupping her most tender, personal area...Holding, pressing, and rubbing vigorously...... "It's bad...I..I don't know how long I can hold it..!" She clenched her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut every so many shifts.... Starting to audibly whimper, as the daunting, dangerous warmth slowly inched closer and closer to escape...... "Ohhhh.... Ohhh..Ohhh...Ohhhh..." she groaned, clenching with all of her might as she started to shook wildly in place... Before finally freezing up. Pss... "Ahhhh...!! Awawawawa!!!!" the girl suddenly wailed, blushing deeply as the lightest of warmth graced her garments....And one of her hands moved up to pound at the door. "Hurry, Hurry! I'm wetting! I'm gonna pee!" The first spray of warmth had escaped... Followed by a second... and a third..... As the girl started to pound on the door wildly, squeezing herself as best she could. "If..If you don't...Don't hurry I'm..I'm...I'm.." she stammered, starting trail off....Before hearing the tortuous sounds of water finally cease......Followed by.. "Alright, Alright, I'm coming out!" The boy's voice called out quickly, as she bit her bottom lip....Her other hand dipping down once more to squeeze at her increasingly warming garments......... Clk...Clk... As the door in front of her opened....Leaving only the form of her towel-clad brother figure in the way.... "Awaaaaaaahhhh...!!!" As she ducked under his arm and planted her bottom onto the commode, her hands straining to lift her skirt.. Psssh...Psssshhhh And peel her damp white panties away from her personal faucet.... Just as her lower muscles finally gave out... PsssshhhhSsssshhhhsssssssshhhhh And she began to vigorously let out all of her pent-up piddle.... A clear stream arcing from her strained girlhood...As her whole body started to shudder wildly... "H..Haaaaahhhh... Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh...." Some moisture was clinging to her inner thighs, and she could feel a touch of warmth on her thighs.... But, aside from a prominent wet patch at the front, she had managed to salvage her panties.... For the most part. "Umm....Wow..." a voice suddenly snapped her out of the trance of tinkle-relief... Her brother's gaze turning to the bathroom wall quietly...As he blushed deeply. In her haste, she hadn't even thought about getting the door closed... Much less keeping track of him... "H..H..Hey...Heyheyhey..!!!" she stammered, blushing deep red as she squeezed her eyes shut. "S..S..Stop staring! Stop watching! Stop Listening!!!!! G..Get out!!!" "B..but, my clothes.." he weakly protested, as she continued to gush into the toilet... "OUT!!!!!!" The towel-clad visage of her brother scampered out at this, leaving her alone with her thoughts, her tinkle, and the mind-numbing relief.... She'd worry about her lewd brother, her moist panties, her chores, and everything else that piled up in the day later.... For now... "Aaaaahhhh..." She just needed to enjoy this feeling.... ===================================================================================================================

[Day 18: Amazingly Clucked up] (Tags: Messing, Hypnotism?) It was a beautiful day, out on the farm... The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the farmer was up already to provide them with feed.... "C'mon girls! Breakfast is on!" A quick scurry, a flutter of feathers, and a horde of chickens swarmed the feed.... Bending their heads down, and pecking at the feed.... A few roosters cawing in the distance, as breakfast was served. The clutter of hens carried all throughout the farm, as the farmer moved about to perform his daily activities.... Leaving a singular hen clucking around... Pecking at various spots of dirt on the ground, and investigating the area.... It was warm on her feathers...The breeze carried various strange scents through the area.....And the family moved about, around her. Other chickens, and hens fluttered about, prompting her to cluck affirmatively at them, or diminutively when one of them responded negatively. It was a great day... "Alright girls, time to come in for the night...." Like clockwork, the daylight faded away before she knew it, leaving but a starry, black sky....And the great big, shimmering orb in the sky. The hens all returned to their coop, prompting her to get to her own nestled area.... As she felt something coming.... An egg, ready to lay. 'B...b'Cawk... A bit of strain, but the egg came out nicely, and neatly.. Prompting her to close her eyes, and let her body rest up... Content in keeping her egg safe for the night... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "A hypnotist? Hah, everyone knows that stuff's bull." the voice of a girl with long green hair snarked, glancing over a sign at the mall. "Right, miss Maebara?" "Well, I've read some novels where hypnotism was involved.." a middle aged woman, with shoulder-length brown hair mused, looking over it herself. "But, I don't think they were entirely truthful. Only one way to find out if this stuff is for real, Mion." "Eh? You wanna watch it?" "Mmm. Well, i wanna rest my arms, more than anything.." she confessed, both of the girls holding several large bags in their arms, as she started to move over to take a seat. "Mmmm.....Fair enough." the green haired girl agreed, moving to take a seat beside her, as people started to flock in. There wasn't a massive crowd, but a few dozen people, it seemed the person was at least fairly known... As eyes looked expectantly to a stage.... A risen wooden platform, with a microphone on a stand. "I mean, what's the worst that could happen?" she mused, starting to rest her hands in her lap... Bags left beside their chairs, as she tucked her jeans up a bit... Noticing them having slid down very slightly in their walking... A few more minutes passed, before a figure finally dared to step onto it.... A man, with snowy-white hair, curled, yet furled, wearing black pants, and a striped, red and black shirt moved... Turning to the audience with a small smile.... "Hello there, dear audience.." he spoke after a bit, giving an exaggerated bow. "Today, I will be showing you all another trick of magic... A spell of sorts... An act of.... Hypnotism...." Mion could be seen rolling her green eyes, but the magician didn't seem to notice, as he looked over the crowd. "A most dangerous art, to be certain. People are such wonderfully, uncontrollable creatures. If you are to alter the minds of an individual, there's very little telling how they'll react... Or, how lasting the effects may be, if you're not careful in how you do it.." The white haired magician looked about the audience at this, scanning over the crowd.... As he chuckled. "And, of course, there's knowing how much to influence the person." he continued, as if searching for a target. "Too complex, and you risk them freezing up.. Too simple, and they become uncontrollable. It's a delicate balancing act..... But, one I can show you all today... If I can get a volunteer." There was a murmuring in the audience, a quiet debate.... As the white haired magician's eyes firmly locked onto the brown haired woman..Gesturing with a hand. "Would you be so kind as to join me?" he asked in a quiet... Polite.. yet worrying tone.... The brown haired woman pointing at herself with a finger... "M...Me?" she asked, feeling a bit of a lurch in her stomach at the thought. She hadn't been part of a performance in a long time, and she never was good with public speaking.... "If you do not mind..." the magician added with a gentle smile, easing her worries a bit.... But, still leaving a bit of a heavy feeling in her stomach.... Pacing onto the wooden stage was a short, easy process... But, handling all of the gazes on her felt to be a bit more troublesome, as the man held out the microphone. "And, what is your name, my fair lady?" the magician asked, holding it out to her....Prompting her to tense up, and flinch... "U.Um, I'm Aiko Maebara." she answered quietly, starting to regret mall food... But, still anxious about the performance. Wasn't this the part where they told you what you would be doing? Or, at least hinted at you to play along? "Mmm. I am Alcor, myself." the man mused, moving to pull up a stopwatch on a chain. "Tell me, do you believe in hypnotism, Miss Aiko?" "I...erm.." she started, trying to look for some kind of visual cue from the Magician... Some subtle remark that gave her answer to her....But, he remained locked in his gentle, if somewhat worrying smile. "I...Don't know.." "Well, i will be giving everyone a demonstration.." he mused, the watch moving back...and forth... Back...and forth. "So, you do not need to worry about anything. Just follow the watch, as it goes back.. and forth. Back... And forth.." Her eyes followed the material, but it felt like something else was coming over her.... Prompting her gaze to go from a nervous glance... To an intense stare...As her mind started to drift off... "Miss Aiko here, is now under my trance.." Alcor suddenly called to the audience, tucking away the watch.... As he looked to the audience. "She's quite susceptible to suggestion, it seems... So, why don't we start?" Mion watched as the Magician turned back to Aiko, and started to whisper commands.... "You are a chicken, on a well kept, and safe farm." he started, with a smile. "It is now morning. Time will pass as I state. You shall do things as you would do, as a chicken. When I snap my fingers, your day begins. Three...Two...One..." And with a snap of his fingers, the woman suddenly knelt down, her arms folded her at her sides, as she started to strut around the stage. "Should any of you have anything light. Popcorn, chips, or some other kind of snack, please hold it out in your hand." Alcor called, prompting a few people to pull out bags, and the like. "For, it is feeding time. C'mon Girls! Breakfast is on!" Aiko's head stretched up at this, as Alcor leaned into the microphone, the same, ever present smile still firm on his face. "Now, call out to our chicken, and she will come feed from you. " A few people stammered out greetings, and...As told, she started to scuttle towards the people in question, her head sticking up to look for the telltale signs of food.... Prompting her to bend her upper body to pluck the snacks from the people's outstretched hands... A chorus of 'oooohs' and 'aaahhs' ringing out.... "It...can't be real, can it?" Mion asked herself, reaching into one of her bags, and pulling out a few small candies. "Here, Miss Maebara... Here.." The woman's gaze shifted up, scuttling through the chairs, and resting at Mion's waist level... Looking... searching... and expecting her food.... As Mion held out the candy... And, Aiko's head was in her hands at this, lips singling out each candy individually... And making a clucking noise, that sounded vaguely offended... Afterwards, she started to scamper off.... Her jeans-clad posterior wiggling back and forth as she walked...Showing a purple material underneath as gravity started to take hold of them once more.....Clucking, and pecking merrily as she moved. "Miss Aiko would stay like this indefinitely, if i did not intervene." the Magician called, making a gesture with his fingers. "For all intents and purposes, she believes she is a chicken, and doesn't acknowledge any part of her human life." He leaned down to gesture at the woman's pants, normally an embarrassing sight... But, she truly paid it no mind... Looking around, and walking about in her weird, half-crouched walk. "So, let's end this.." he stated, starting to raise his voice again. "Alright girls! Time to come in for the night...." Aiko's crouched form turned at this, hobbling back up onto the stage, and starting to circle around... A chair that Mion wasn't entirely sure was there before being offered, which the woman quickly climbed up into...And nestled down. "As you can see, this is nothing that should be played around with, or taken lightly." he started, the woman's eyes closing quietly...As she wriggled in her seat. "You do not know how people will react under the influence, and if you are not careful.... There can be some unexpected consequences...Or, persistent reactions, to certain words, or commands...." As if on cue, the woman next to him to bite her lip... Groaning softly, and scrunching up her face. "So, now, without further ado..." Alcor started, raising his hand...... "B...Ba-KAWK!" The woman half clucked, half groaned, leaning forward in her chair.... Crrrk...Crrrrrk...Crrkkkkle... As the magician turned to look at the woman, who had a strained... Sweating face.... And, the purple material under her jeans was now certainly more visible... Along with a sizable amount of internal baggage... The man's gaze shifting... And snapping quietly. "Release..." he called, the woman suddenly opening her eyes wide... And gasping... "B..bwah... Hu..huh?!" Aiko snapped hurriedly, seeing the crowd of people, hearing the thunderous applause....... And feeling a warm, but unfamiliar sensation at the back of her jeans.... The pressure in her stomach descending...But similarly, already out in the seat of her jeans... Prompting a deep blush, a gasp of shock... And her hands cupping her mouth in a silent scream.....As the Magician made a bow... His gaze turning to hers. 'You should remain seated, until they leave.' his voice called to her.... Though, his mouth did not move... As she felt her stomach shifting.... And the solid pressure continuing to push it's way out of her.... Expelling the remainder of her lunch....As she panted, and flushed.... 'O..Oh.... Oh God...What would everyone think...' she thought, trying to remember what had even happened. One moment she was looking at the watch, the other... She had taken her seat, and.. and.... "My apologies, dear... I did not intend to humiliate you like that.." he spoke softly to her, as the crowds started thinning out... Pulling out a small checkbook, as he signed one, and passed it over. "Please, bill me for those poor garments. Jeans, those purple panties.... And anything you deem fit for emotional damages..." The woman blushed deeply as the paper was pressed to her fingers.....Mion coming up onto the stage after a bit. "Is everything okay, Miss Maebara? You've been sitting there a while..." "Ohhh, well.. Umm.." she stammered, trying to figure out how to explain to the girl what happened.... Yet, as she looked for the magician, he had vanished as mysteriously as he appeared.... 'Who...Who was he?' She would have quite a row, explaining to MIon that she had shamed herself... She would need to change, before they left the mall... And, for the next few days, she felt an incredible pressure in her stomach anytime someone mentioned the word 'Night' to her........And have an aversion to eggs for at least a few weeks.... =================================================================================================================================== @Phosphorus

[Day 17: Full Tank] "Mmmm! You ready to go?" "Mmm.. Yeah, of course!" It was a bright sunny day, with nary a cloud in the sky. Fall was coming, but it wasn't too terribly cold yet, and the morning had been going smoothly so far.....A good sign, for what was hopefully a good day. "Alright~ Get on in." The only thing that could make today's trip better, is the reminder of who you'll be spending the next few hours in car-space with.... A dear friend, and a lovely, curvy girl... Ample breasts, covered in a lovely sweater. wide hips, covered by a tiny, denim micro-skirt.... That immediately trailed into ample thighs, covered by white thigh highs.... You could spend nearly all day looking at the girl's features, but you slide into the car wordlessly, looking up at the girl's lovely hair, her reddish, amber eyes.... And, the only particularly different thing about the girl.... The cute, cat ears atop her head. She smiles warmly, bringing the belt between her chest and over her waist... Reminding you to fasten your seatbelt as well, as she turns the key in the ignition. "Mmm! It's been a while since I've been on a road trip. Hope you don't mind being cooped up for a few hours with me." she muses to you, with a playful wink. "I could think of worse fates, Tiffy." you answer, returning the smile, and enjoying the pleasant atmosphere. Thankfully, traffic seems light heading out of the city, and her driving is smooth. You get plenty of time to appreciate the small, bare section of thigh between her skirt and thigh-highs.... Making light conversation, and trying to avert your gaze in time to avoid getting caught looking.... 'That skirt is just.... so tiny..' you note to yourself, as every shift of her legs...Every bit of acceleration, or braking, always tempts you.... Showing a tantalizing amount of thigh.... Inching ever closer to the curiosity underneath.... The only garment you haven't seen yet.... "Mmmm.... Looks like we have a turn we can pull off on." Tiffy's voice calls out to you, prompting you out of your dazed gaze.... Turning to look at the unfamiliar area. "Wanna grab a bite to keep us going?" "Mmmm... Sure!" you respond, half attentively. Truthfully, you hadn't eaten since the morning, but you don't want to seem too eager in front of the girl.... Knowing that it would be horrible to get sick on a long car trip. She pulls into a simple fast food joint, and you order a few things. Burgers, fries, and drinks. However, rather than pulling over, Tiffy pulls back onto the road, continuing along. "We've got a really long trip...." she explains quickly, turning towards you with a slight smile. "Gotta keep going as much as we can. Mind feeding me a bit as we go?" She gives a cute, lightly pleading pout, but you don't need any such convincing... Holding out some fries immediately, as she leans over to catch them with her mouth. "Mmmth..Mmm....Thanks.." she muses, keeping her eyes on the road. "Mind passing my drink too?" You prepare the straw, and lift it up to the girl's lips.... Watching her wrap her lips around it, and hear her starting to guzzle down her beverage.... Clearly, a lot more thirsty than she let on.... Which also gives you a prime chance to steal a few glances at her sweater, and the lovely features beneath it.... Being an avid practitioner of driving safely, her arms don't leave the steering wheel as you continue down the road for a while, prompting you to hold up food and drink for her every so many miles, or when traffic starts to slow. You take in enough eye candy that you find yourself not as hungry (or as Thirsty) as expected, so you end up letting your lovely psuedo-chauffeuse having the majority of your drink, and a good half of your exceptionally salty fries. 'Certainly explains why she wants to drink so much...' you think as you pop the last few of them in your mouth.... Tiffy opening her mouth cutely for you to provide the straw for the last vestiges of your drink.... The rattling of ice heard through her prominent slurping. "Mmm......Sorry, but it was just... soooo good..." she apologizes with the same, cutesy half-pout, melting any annoyance you could have mustered in a flash. "Thanks for letting me have so much of your drink, sweetie." "N..No problem, Tiffy.." you respond, feeling some blush forming on your cheeks. She's always been appealing, and friendly.... So, hearing her little pet name always sends a bit of a shiver up your spine...But, in a good way. It isn't until about half an hour, and a few dozen miles later that something else starts to arise from the situation.... A sudden shift, from your driver's legs... A small adjustment in her posture....... The pressing of her legs together, as she eyes the road..... Lightly bobbing her feet... "Everything okay, Tiffy?" you ask innocently, as the girl suddenly snaps to attention, and gives you an easy... if lightly quivering smile. "Hm..? O..Oh, yeah..." she states a little too quickly....As you pass by a sign. [Rest Stop: 3 miles off the next Right] You have a sneaking suspicion Tiffy plans to make that turn for... Reasons. So, with all of your cleverness, and deviousness, you suddenly hop up in your seat, at attention. "Mmmm!! I can't wait until we get there!" you pipe up, suddenly... Grinning excitedly. "We're only like, two hours away now, aren't we?" "Mm..? Ah... yeah.." your catgirl driver states, simply. "if traffic keeps this clear, we'll be there in about an hour and a half......" "So long as we don't stop for anythin'." you add, prompting the girl to tense up slightly....And nod her head. "Mmm...Mmmmmhm... Right. So long as we don't stop..." she answers, as you watch her eyes glance at the right side of the highway for a few moments.... The turn that would lead to her salvation coming up.... . And being completely passed by, as she bounces her legs a bit more, and you settle into your seat to enjoy the show.... Despite being a relatively brazen, and somewhat flirty girl, you can't help but notice that she gets a lot quieter when she's facing a certain need.... Even if her body can't keep quiet about it for even the scarcest of moments. If her fingers aren't nervously tapping against the steering wheel, her legs are squeezing together...Her lips purse together.... Her breathing gets a bit more labored.... And, most importantly of all... Her cute ears start to twitch a bit... Showing that the large sodas the two of you bought were making their way down Tiffy's path..... And they might have been going over the speed limit. It was quite enjoyable to see the girl shifting and wriggling none-too-subtly, but you were unprepared for what came next, about half an hour later.. After miles and miles of quick, easy pathing.... "A...Ah?!!!" A sudden gasp, the girl's eyes widening...As you turned to look ahead for a change..... Dozens, upon dozens, upon dozens of cars lined up... In a massive traffic jam, going on as far as the eye could see. "Was there a wreck, or something..?" you think out loud, stealing a glance at the girl as the car slows down... One of her hands moving to her mouth to nip at her finger.... "I...I don't know..." The car slows to an absolute crawl....And you can see the effects starting to pile up on Tiffy as it does. She starts to whimper oh so softly...The reduced speed permitting her a free hand.... Which, promptly moves to rest in her lap.... Appearing to be relaxing it, but you can tell it's not getting any more of a reprieve than her personal tank.... She quivers, shifts, and squirms.... Her hand pressing between that tiny micro-skirt as you inch along the lengthy blockade of cars.... Her hand slowly being lost when she clenches her thighs around it, and starts to lean forward a bit. You want to say something, but find your eyes glancing at her ample outer thighs, trembling....Shaking... And, at the back of the seat, a glimpse of white fabric, clinging to her perfect, round posterior. An unintentional view... but, one you enjoy, nevertheless.... "Ohh... Ohhh, hurry... Hurry..." the girl pleas with the crowd of cars, a real pout forming on her lips as she squeezes herself, and leans forward against the steering wheel, giving you a better view of her white-pantied bum, and quivering thighs. "Pleaaaase...clear up...!" "Is..everything okay, Tiffy?" you ask, feigning ignorance of her plight... As ruby-red eyes turn to you with a strained, troubled expression.... Her hand firmly planted between her legs... "I....I..I really gotta go..." she whimpers, pink rushing to her cheeks as you feel your own heart starting to pound, pink rushing to your cheeks in turn. Her gaze shifts from yours quickly, glancing to the slowly-thinning out line of cars as she lightly rocks and bounces.... Frantically... Needfully... Worriedly.... You open your mouth to say something, but close it as the cars start moving at a much better pace.....Slowly.... but surely.... And you manage to finally escape the massive traffic jam! "Oh thank god..." you say softly, but you see the blonde girl next to you grit her teeth, crossing one leg over another as she starts to accelerate quickly.... Eager to get out of the slow area....And likely, to find the next proverbial right turn. "Ohhh...Ohhh..Gotta stop...Gotta stop..Gotta be a rest stop.." she whimpers as she starts to drive faster and faster still, prompting you to glance at the dial, and notice she's going well over... "Tiffy, Slow down." you tell her sharply....The girl pausing, and turning her gaze to you...Looking flustered, and with tears welling in the corner of her eyes... "I...I can't..! I gotta go...! I gotta go really badly..!" she pleads with you. "if I don't hurry up, I...I.." "And if we get pulled over by a cop?" you state firmly.... Prompting a visible flinch.... A defeated whimper, and the reduction of maximum speed.... One of the girl's hands dipping from the wheel at this to rub at her lower belly. You see her part her legs for a few moments, getting a frontal view of her (still) white panties as her fingers run over the garment slowly.... carefully.... As if inspecting it for damage, when she can't dare to look. "Uuuu... It's bad.. It's really bad...." she whimpers, prompting a flush from you as her legs lock again, rubbing and squeezing at herself. "Please... Please tell me there's a rest stop soon.." You glance to the side of the road at this, seeing a green sign with the marks of her salvation.......Almost as if on cue... "Aha... Ten miles!" you call, encouragingly. "Ten miles, take the right exit!" You've had quite the journey, but seeing TIffy getting this close to an incident has gone on for long enough. In a few short minutes, she'll make that turn, hop out of the car, stagger to the bathrooms, and turn her personal faucet onto full blast..... At least, that's what you were expecting to happen... But, roughly eight miles on the path to the turn, you suddenly hear a sharp mewl of shock... And the girl's face lights up in a blush... "A..Ahhh... Ahhh...!!! A... A little came out..!" she helpfully announces, prompting her to squeeeeeeeze her legs together tighter, kneading into her now damp panties, as she leans forward again. "Ahhh... And another.. And another... And... Ahhh..!!" You feel your heart racing, and see the girl's eyes squeeze half-shut in effort, as she keeps the wheel straight, but continues to hold herself.. Her gaze going downward, focusing on her predicament. "A..are we at the turn? Please tell me we're at the turn.." she calls, as you glance up at the road.... Seeing the turn... And letting one last act of evil escape you. "N..No.. not yet.." you answer, as she zooms past her exit.... Her last bastion of salvation. "C'mon.. we can't be much further now..." "A..Augh.. Ahhhh.... I...I don't think I can hold it any longer..." the girl wails, squeezing her legs over one another tightly as her holding hand goes up to the wheel. "C..Can't make it anymore... Gotta pull over... Gotta stop... Gotta...!" Her gaze moves to the road just long enough to pull off to the side..One of her feet moves to press on the brake tentatively, prompting a sudden jolt forward... "Ahhhhh...!!!!" The two of you being thrown forward slightly, you seeing a slowly growing puddle underneath the girl's white-pantied rump..... "Aaahhhhhh...Haaaaaaahhhhh...!" As the car comes to a stop, her fingers fumble for the seatbelt.... But, to no avail.... Ssssssshhhhhh...PSssshhpssssssshhhhhhhh.... As mere moments after the car stops, and before the pressure of the belt against her can be thwarted, you hear the telltale hissing, the needy groans of relief, and see the girl start to positively erupt with an incredibly vigorous, healthy spray of long-pent up piddle, coating one end of the seat to the other, and starting to splash down into the floorboards. The denim skirt darkens on either side of her, and even her sweater-bound chest seems to rise and fall rapidly as the girl moans, groans, and pants roughly... Unable to grasp anything with her fingers, unable to drive any further....Unable to do anything, but helplessly pee her formerly-pristine panties.... While you watch on, in awe.... "Ahhhh...Aahhhh...Ohhhnnn.. Ohhh..Ohhh.. it won't stop.." she sputters, her ears starting to slack as well, in what looks to be sheer, blissful. overwhelming relief for the catgirl.... As you struggle to find any words to piece together..... After a few moments of Tiffy's faucet spraying, and more than a little gawking... You suddenly feel her red eyes gazing at you, hungrily.... As her strained, flustered expression, shifts into a.... different one.... "I..hope you don't mind seeing something so..notty.." she muses, the neck of her sweater seeming to be a bit looser for some reason, her ample chest being brought to your attention again... As she finally unclasps the seatbelt. "After all of this, we're going to have a lot of catching up to do on our trip.." You aren't sure you're going to make it to your destination on time today......But, as your fingers get to run through the girl's blonde hair, and you get to pet her quite intimately, you're not exactly complaining. ================================================================================================================================= [Shoutout to one of Faust's Favorite artists, whose character is featured in this story.] @FastRunner2024, Known more commonly for her twitter, https://twitter.com/NottyTiffy Check her out: She's got amazing art, and does lovely work.

[Day 16: No pressure] It was another brisk, fall day....The sun shone, but little of it's heat seemed to find it's way to the town...Prompting a slight huff from a strolling girl. 'There's so many..' she thought, looking at the students across campus...... Before a shimmer in the air showed myriads of otherworldly, ethereal beings. 'And yet...' There were small ferrets, discolored birds, strangely stylized cats, and oversized insects. A lot of otherworldly beings... That only appeared when she was focusing.... 'What are they...' she thought, for what must have been the thousandth time. 'And...Why don't they ever come after me...?' She could see them interacting with other people.... The ferrets climbing up, and nicking things.... The birds hovering around people, who then proceeded to stumble over their words, and some of them would do complete inversions of their attitude in some instances. Yet, none of them ever seemed to dare to lay eye, or wing, or paw on her....Making her...Curious. 'Not that i need any more problems than i have...' she thought to herself, glancing down over her own body... She had long, purple hair that went over her back... A shapely physique, that included a healthy amount of curve.... Easily visible through her own pink shirt, and blue skirt. Long, black thigh-highs helped keep her warm, and accentuate her features... Yet, the only heads she ever seemed to turn were all just.. people. 'But.... it's a little...odd...' She was pacing around campus, seeing the various creatures interact, and hassle the other students... Yet, none of them seemed to notice as things were taken from them, bites were administered, and other various things that were....Honestly, quite distracting for her. 'And worse, no one but me seems to be able to see them..' she thought to herself, remembering when she'd first started seeing them.... And was brushed off by an adult for her 'imaginary friends'. Since then, and her own... trouble, she had acted a bit withdrawn, choosing to merely go about her day to day life, with as little interference as possible. However, on this otherwise mundane day.... "Kehehheeh! Get lost, little rodents!" A sudden, manic cackle from a being she'd never seen before...An insane gust of wind as it dive-bombed some of the weird creature, and the girl felt herself.... Flying through the air, soaring clear from the ground, all the way into a nearby tree...While other girls merely were forced to hold down their skirts, or scamper after some books or papers held in their arms.... "Wh..what was that?! A freak gust of wind?!" someone called, as the purple haired girl shook her head, trying to survey her new position.... 'Nnnn...Stupid...weight problem..' She wasn't too heavy... No, far, far from it. For a lengthy period of time, she had found her body held.. very little, if any weight at all to it... Despite her shape, and attire having not changed a bit. 'I've had to carry extra things in my backpack on windy days...' she noted quietly to herself, twirling on the branch as she glanced downward. 'But... that was...beyond natural.' She glanced down from her spot on the tree, seeing the blue-bird that sent her careening fluttering back to someone in the distance... A boy that went to her school, with messy brown hair..... Shaking his head, as he paced past her tree. "Damn things are everywhere...." he grumbled, the bird like creature starting to dissipate into the air, as she followed him with her eyes. 'Can he...see them too?' It would make sense, unless he was one of those troublesome types that referred to humans in the third person.... Or, if he was some kind of otherworldly being himself. It was.... odd, yet.... 'Maybe...he can help me...' She paused at this...Freezing for such a simple....innocent thought. She squeezed her eyes shut, frowning as she remembered something foul.....And hopped down from the tree. 'He can tell me what's going on, at least..' No..her problem was her own, but she could at least get some answers out of the boy. She strode after the brown haired boy, heading into the school....As classes began, keeping up to see which room the boy went into.... Then doubling back, for a supply closet. 'I'd better be prepared, in case he brings out his feathered friend..' she thought, grabbing a few pens, a pair of staplers, and some other supplies, He didn't seem to be a well-built individual, so even if he could see the beings... She would be ready. An hour or so passed, the girl waiting along the side of the classroom.....As...eventually... Rrrrinnng...Rrrrinnng... The bell rang, dismissing the students from their classes, as she got herself ready...Watching the people as they started out of the room. 'Not him...Not him...Not.... There..!' She nearly leapt from her spot at this, pressing her shoulder into the brown haired boy at this, giving him a stern gaze. "Hello.... I'd like a word." she stated firmly, the boy's head turning.... Looking confused. "Ah?" he sounded, as she went with her primary option....Her hand flicking out a stapler, as she held it to his side, primed to puncture his shirt (And what was under it). "Your feathered friend this morning....." she added quietly, prompting the expression she was looking for... Of fear, realization, and a quick daring of his eyes. First to the left, and then back to her.... "No lying...." "Not here..." "Hm..?" "Not here.." the boy repeated, gesturing towards an empty classroom... That they entered, and the boy shut... Leaning against it with a sigh. "Okay, he's not a Yokai..." the boy called, quickly. "I mean, he's kind of like one...But.." "Yo..kai?" she asked with a head tilt, the boy freezing again. "Yokai...? The...the things that swarm the school?" he asked, prompting her to mentally note it. "They tend to fuck with your day to day life? 'So, they're called.. 'YoKai' she thought to herself, as the boy looked her over... Glancing her up and down. "But, he's under my control. Not a Yokai. Was having him clear out some of em.." the boy added, waving his hand. "Did he do somethin' to ya or something? He's kid of unruly, so i wouldn't be shocked, but.." "You..could say that.." she remarked quietly, pondering for a few moments silently...Remembering all of the creatures, now having a name for them.... As she glanced out the window to see two other strange birds.... "Well, I'm sorry he's an ass." the boy added, a hand running across his face, and through his hair. "Though...any other reason you needed me? And...threatened me with a.... Was that a stapler?" The girl turned, a tiny smile coming to her lips as she flicked out the metallic object again... Holding it out in position to send out another staple....As she held it level with the boy's head. "Asking a girl about her actions, without even requesting her name..." she stated with an intense glare, pressing the stapler closer to him. "You're certainly not the most polite person I've spoken with..." The boy produced an audible pause at this, but gave a light bow, shaking his head. "Right..Sorry.." he answered, looking her back in the eye. "I'm Shunnosuke... Shun for short. What is your name, Stapler?" "Senjougahara.." she stated plainly....Lowering the stapler. "I'll thank you not to shorten it until we've become more acquainted, Shunnosuke.." Shun shook his head, looking the girl over once again... As she felt his eyes look her over.... Clearly trailing at certain parts, as her other hand flicked out a pen.... Pointed towards the boy's hip. "Mind your gaze..." she warned, the boy's eyes snapping up to her gaze again... As he rubbed the back of his head. "Oh, i..I wasn't staring..." he answered quickly, his eyes snapping left again. "But....You're being inspirited, aren't you?" the girl tilted her head again quizzically.. As the boy paused audibly again. "It's...It means you're being affected by a Yokai.." he added, quietly. "Is.....Do you feel anything odd about your body, or..." In a flash quick as lightning, she had pressed against the boy, holding the stapler to his waist again, and the pen to his neck. "You really should be more graceful with how you speak to a lady.." she stated quickly, fighting an involuntary shudder at the mention of 'Odd' referring to her body. It...was a touchy subject... A troublesome one.... Yet, as the boy's eyes widened, eyes struggling to stray from her intense gaze,......As she felt the boy's arm starting to press back against her. "A..Alright, no need for thre-..Gah.." KC-CHK... She'd clamped the stapler shut on his side, making good on the implied threat as he held himself.....Glancing downward. "Alright..Alright...Sen...Sn...Senj....Gh... Damn Whoo-tas!" he snapped, flailing an arm at the window. "Get out of here! Stop making me forget the girl's name!" She was a bit taken aback... She'd attacked him with the claws of the stapler.... Yet, he didn't immediately back off, and recoil from her. He seemed more... annoyed than anything. "I see.." she sounded as the boy eventually pressed back against her, starting to send her back against the wall with a push.. "I...okay, no that's not...that's..." the boy called, seeing the way her body skidded back, instead of merely leaning... Watching as his golden-brown eyes stared to scramble. "I...I see..I...One moment.." She wanted to retort back at him, but he'd pulled his phone, pressing at the keypad... As she inched closer to listen in. "Listen, Shigeo? Yeah, I...yeah.." he started, only one part of the conversation able to be heard. "I was just... and there's this girl... And... Yeah... Yeah......So, do you think you can.... Ah..... Ahhh.." The boy kept nodding his head, listening silently for about a solid minute....As he gave a final nod. "Alright... Alright, I think i can manage that. Thanks, Shigeo." he answered finally, starting to pull the phone away. "I'll swing by later to help you with your Math.... Yeah, see ya." He closed his phone at this, grumbling something about 'Espers', and turned back to her....with a raised hand. "So, I got good news, and bad news.." Shun stated, in a flat tone. "Which do you want to hear first?" "Asking for my choice.... Proper." she mused, a hand moving to lightly play with her hair. "I'll suppose the bad first would be most ideal... So that we can focus on the good right after...." "The bad news is, it's going to suck." the boy called, prompting another tilt from her, as he pointed to the door. "The good news is: I think i can get whatever Yokai's inspiriting you out." The girl's eyes betrayed her cool demeanor for a few moments... The thought of not being troubled by her... weight problem, a fleeting one... Yet, at the same time, she couldn't help but feel like she was being lead on.. again... "If that's the case, I'll happily repay you for.." "No. No paying." the boy added, holding his hand up in an open palm. "This isn't a job for me: It's a hobby. When you get paid for a hobby, it's a job, and i hate working..." The girl felt a bit of relief over the boy's remark...Yet, much more suspicious at this... Raising an eyebrow. "Then, what is your incentive to help me?" she inquired, starting to lean in with her stapler again. "Because, the way I see it, you've nothing to gain from helping me....and..." "Look, Senjougahara...." the boy added, shaking his head. "This is all a theory anyways. Don't go asking stupid questions, until I get any kind of headway, you understand?" She clicked the stapler in protest at this, but the boy staggered back... Clearly wary of her now, as he moved to the door. "Stay here. I'll be back in ten." he added, the girl watching him as he stepped out the door. "Just... You gotta trust me on this..." The girl folded her arms and frowned at this... But, given the boy's gaze didn't wildly shift as he said this, she...relented. 'It's not like he can escape..' she thought, quietly. 'If he's lying, I'll catch him. If he tries to run, I'm faster....' She recounted a few dozen plots and plans for the boy's punishment for betraying her trust..... Even if she had learned more than she knew prior. His phone call was a bit odd, and the fact he was connected with... Not a Yokai.... It raised many questions, but she would give him time.. She'd wait.....until she was given a reason otherwise. "Ten minutes...." she stated, sitting back on top of one of the desks. "I wonder what he plans to do in such a time..." She was just about to lean back and ponder some more, when a certain sensation made itself known... Pang.... A light twinge, in her lower belly... A sharp sensation, that prompted her to press her legs together lightly.... 'Of...course... I can't believe i forgot..' she thought quietly, sitting back up straight. 'Between the Yokai, and him... I've been too busy to properly....' She felt it was an annoyance, but not one that would linger too long. The moment the boy came back, she would quietly excuse herself, deal with the sensation, and go along with what the boy wanted.... . Or, she'd just leave in a few minutes, and deal with it herself.... ... At least, that was her plan, yet the clock in the classroom seemed to be moving extraordinarily slowly.... Prompting her to lean forward slightly, glancing at the time.... "It's been five minutes..." she stated to herself, firmly.... "Five more..and I can leave.." It was a short period of time... So, why did it seem like the urge she had was getting worse? Her legs went from pressing to lightly rocking, a hand resting in her lap as she sat.... Feeling the light panging starting to hasten and repeat....Prompting her to squeeze herself tightly.... "Three...Three minutes....left.." she stated... starting to count it down. "One hundred and seventy eight.... one seventy seven.. One seventy six..." Counting the seconds helped, yet the pressing sensation seemed to rise at a breakneck pace, prompting her to tremble in her seated position.... Shifting from side to side.... "Ten seconds.... Nine... Eight.." she stated firmly, starting to lean off the chair. "Five....Four.... Three." "BACK!" the boy's voice called suddenly, prompting her to land forward on her toes.... Sss... And a spot of warmth to seep into her garments... A faint blush on her cheeks, as the boy gestured at his feet. "Okay, it took some time to round em up, but I got em! This should help with your problem.." "W..what do you mean?' she replied quietly, trying to keep still as she looked down at the boy's feet... A half dozen shoe-sized ants scuttling around, looking up at her with beady golden eyes. "These are Desperants..." he started, lightly. "When a strong enough Yokai's inspiring something, other Yokai tend to avoid muscling in on the bigger Yokai's turf.... Meaning, they try to not bother the really tough ones.... And, if something inspirits a person for a while, it just gets stronger...." Senjougahara winced a bit, the warmth at the front of her attire feeling like someone had pressed one of her own tools to her....As she struggled, and strained to stay still, as the boy went on his long winded explanation... "But, DesperAnts aren't smart enough to avoid someone, if they're in large numbers." she finally caught, watching the bugs starting to go around her. "it's gonna feel like agony...But, after about a minute or so, these things should force out whatever's in ya. Just...Just relax...And know that feeling they're making you feel isn't real. You'll be fine! You're not actually about to lose control of yourself. They don't affect anything that was in you, just your perception of it..." "And.... if something.....was in me?" she added in a quiet tone... Prompting the boy to pause... Flinch, and blush deeply. "I...Erm...you're....You're kidding....right?" Ssss... "Nnn...!!!! Do you think a lady would joke about something like that?" she snapped, feeling another betrayal of warmth.... Followed by something else escaping.... A sensation running up her back, and out of her shoulders.... "Aha!" the boy called, darting up, and leaping onto a desk, his hands clasping around a golden being that looked almost like a fairy.... but, with a clearly inhuman body.... A mixture of bird talons, simian limbs, and.... Crab claws on the end? "Must be the Omokunai....A WightLess...." he stated, digging into his pockets for a talisman. "Just have to slap one of these on it, and..." The boy slapped a paper talisman, with a strange girl's face on it... A shimmering light encompassing it, and vanishing into the air again... Prompting a wipe from his brow. "Should banish it, at least for a few weeks.." he added, turning to look at the girl's tenuous situation... And then starting over hurriedly. "Right..Right.. .Git, you damn ants! Git, before i have to break out the Penelope DesperAnt-Spray on you! Don't think i won't do it!" The beings made a rude glare and gesture at the boy as he started to push them along.... The sensation of overwhelming weakness starting to dissipate.... But, not the warmth in her garments....... "That should...should handle it.." the boy added, opening the door. "Now, uh...do your thing! I'm gonna...Yeah." She couldn't move..... Even without the strange ants circling her, the warmth in her garments was already cue enough for her body..While the expulsion of the Wightless left her feeling... Solid... Concrete...Whole...... "Nnnnghh..." And a serious weight starting to pull down on her bladder, prompting her to stagger to her knees..... The sensation... It was... old.. familiar... And yet... 'I...Won't make it, in this condition..' she thought, feeling the sensations inside of her welling up, heading straight to the end of her personal plumbing... As she did the only thing she could manage.. Sssss....Ssssssss..... "Mmmmmghhh...Mmmmm...." Relent, and let the weight drift out of her troubled body... The liquid warmth spraying from one end of her undergarment to the other.... A damp patch glistening on her skirt, and spreading out..... Ssssshhhh...ssshhhhhhh As she quietly, shamefully, uncontrollably pissed her panties.......Yet, as the puddle beneath her started to grow, and the strength in her legs started to fade, she felt herself plopping down with a solid, weighted thump.... She was back to normal.... at long last.... She wasn't plagued by her problem... And, she now knew someone who could presumably help her with any future supernatural occurrences. It was a nice feeling... A sigh of relief... And yet.... "I'll have to...repay the favor sometime....." She would not forget today... Not as long as she lived. =================================================================================================================