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  1. Please don’t mind any spelling or caps errors “I see the stars” she murmured as the dark of night befell them as they lay on the hard ground. The two women stared off into the darkness as they sleep the remains of a battle crumbling beside them. *three months beforehand* The lord sat on her throne her sword and staff hanging from a armor stand. the room was pristine not a speck of dust as the lord who was a women with flowing brown hair with sharp features and was muscular but somewhat out of shape mostly with her years on the throne to blame She sat consumed by worry as she waited to receive a message that could be arriving anytime she was sweating with worry as so she claimed The message arrived the lord squirmed with...anticipation? Anyways the lord listened closely as a servant read the letter aloud the lord looked...worried? As she had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth clenched halfway through the letter a faint wind passed through the room and the lords expression changed from the clenched jaw to a deep sigh with a faint smile on her face she adjusted her seat and finished listening the message confirmed it they were at war The lord excused herself claiming that she required time to develop a plan for war and she walked to her room called her most personal servant and locked the door shut The lord who’s name happened to be Melissa extended her arms letting her servant by the name of Anna Anna begann undoing the laces on the back of Melissa‘s dress letting her take deep breaths freely anna also removed the silk fabric of the garment supporting Melissa’s breasts soon Melissa’s entire top was off and Anna began removing the layered skirts that covered a simple fabric miniskirt held on by a fine leather belt that few would ever see something else even fewer wound see the skirt itself was soaked through anna who unfortunately was having to kneel to remove such garments had her head unfortunately close to the skirt that was hopelessly stained yellow Melissa shifted and said “hurry up i to...just hurry” as her legs squeezed together Anna was use to doing this as she finally finished unbuckling the belt And all that was left were the formerly white panties that were regretfully full with the mess squished almost flat against her rear but anna removed the panties and diligently wiped Melissa’s private’s until they were clean all the while Melissa tried her hardest not to let out all urine that was left as she was about to rush to the bathroom a knock echoed off the hardwood door “ queen allies have arrived and are requesting a immediately council” anna without missing a beat took something out of a nearby drawer and stated “please spread your legs my lord I highly recommend you wear this” it was a soft garment with buttons on the sides and three inch thick cloth “why must I” Melissa asked trying to escape to her bathroom “Well...ummm....comfort...and convenience” anna said not giving Melissa much time to think slipping the undergarments on and swiftly redressing the queen With that Melissa was rushed out the door to the awaiting lords Melissa attempted to walk regally but it was difficult with the unusual bulk. She sat at the large square table and joined the normal conversation minutes of this pass and something didn’t seem right to Melissa Before she had ascended to power Melissa had been a soldier and she knew when something was wrong now was one of those times as mere seconds later smoke rippled off the surface of the table yet her days on the battlefield had be more than four years ago her old habits took over Melissa rushed to the armor stand and swiftly unhooked the staff from its leather bindings she heard noises from the high smoke she took a deep breath and remembered her training “focus remove distractions”she thought as she got ready to rid herself of the bulging pain in her bladder she took a deep breath as the golden liquid spilled down but strangely none ran down her legs and at that moment she knew what the garment was. “a diaper” “haven’t worn one in a while” she relaxed her body and got ready for any oncoming threats “Hey lissa” one of her friends whispered they of course were not supposed be taking they were marching to battle lissa as most called her, was marching to her first battle as a solider she in the light plate armor alongside many others all had thoughts of glory and grander not knowing whats to come “what is it” lissa whispered back “do you have to pee” the friend asked “no” lissa lied “ok” similar small banter was shot back and forth until they saw them...the foe they marched against Lissa joined the charge holding the flimsy looking blade she had been given and stared hacking and slashing and in a blur she was separated from her unit to a near empty side of the battlefield A person in a showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women strolled along with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her and turned to see lissa all alone Lissa held her sword shakily and ran at the women who in one smooth motion took her weapon and stabbed at lissa Lissa fell back to see her Breastplate has saved her lissa sat up and scuttled back seeing the women standing above her “looks like i got you” she said in a peppy voice lissa was terrified as she stumbled backwards the poorly made pants of her uniform tearing of on a patch of briers she has gone through ripping the cheap fabric off of her chest The women approached once more and tilted her head and said in the kind of voice that a parent uses on a small child ” aww did you wet yourself” she said as lissa looked down to see the panties she was wearing as she saw more and more rippled out saturating the gray panties the women licked her lips and said “i may just enjoy your company as she got closer and lissa’s world shifted to black Melissa stood steadfast preparing for whatever came a she spotted a flash of blue and lunged slamming the blunt silver tip of the staff into the assassin the women who was wearing A showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women hit the ground with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her “You” she said “did you wet yourself this time as well” she said as she and Melissa started clashing there weapon the women’s halbert and Melissa’s staff they fought nearly as equals Lissa awoke upright naked with her hands bound somewhat comfortably below her a pit above her the women in blue sat up from a nearby chair of the log cabin they sat in “here drink this” the women demanded and lissa still half awake only started noticing her the current events the women was pouring a green liquid down her throat but lissa didn’t struggle She was too afraid the women bent over and leaned close putting her head against lissa’s stomach “do you feel it” “rippling throughout your body shaking it to its core” Lissa felt a sharp pain as the strange liquid shot through her taking anything in her stomach and shooting out into the pit in a pressurized jet after nearly two minutes of this it slowed spitting into several trails spilling down her thighs The women in blue placed a long plank of wood across the pit and began removing lissa’s bounds lissa in a moment of panic she kicked wildly knocking the women into the pit below The women screeched and was silenced with a splash lissa pulled the wood plank until it fell of into the pit hitting the women’s head knocking her out lissa fell backwards onto the floor trying to stay her breath She spent minutes before standing back up and beginning to rummage through the log cabin knowing she couldn’t leave in the nude in the first drawer she found several other skirts similar to the one the women was wearing she tried on a gray one that seemed like anyone could see up yet when she looked in the mirror to see nothing was visible she moved and shook but it always stayed down she couldn’t even lift it up it was completely stiff lissa decided it was to showy Lissa found normal foodstuffs in the kitchen and nothing of interest in the living room but she found the women’s bedroom The bedroom had many drawers and dressers along with armor stands wearing everything from full scale maile to a pink tutu lissa began looting Lissa found a simple cloth top and a knee length skirt with built in fabric panties that comfortably cradled her privates, lissa opened a drawer to see numerous folded cloth panties lissa snagged some strangely enough at the bottom of the drawer there was a false bottom, she lifted it away to see what looked like...diapers twenty of them three different types five pull-ups five with tapes on the sides and ten that didn’t connect in any logical way but as soon as she picked one up to get a better look she watched as it moved on its own and disappeared only for her to feel it slot itself in between her legs she now knew what the skirt was for. Lissa shamefully took all of the diapers for herself and there was a strange contraption that involved several ropes and a diaper a object that confirmed that this woman ether was or had contact with a magic user, they were uncommon but did exist Lissa on her way out took a halbert with her and left the cabin Melissa parried a stab from the women’s halbert and returned with full force hitting the women in the stomach and slamming her into a wall Melissa continued with a savage stream of attacks the silver tip of her staff catching the women’s clothes and tearing them off the women tried to hold it in but her body released a small amount of urine with astounding speed the women threw a object at Melissa but she knocked to back only for the contraption to spring to life with chains binding to the walls and methodically removing what was left of her skirt and panties and the chains holding her still pulled an absurdly large diaper onto her with metal chains across the bottom and sides finally the contraption snapped a lock on the chained diaper so even if she did escape the diaper would stay on yet the contraption finished dangling from the ceiling, Melissa looked at the panties on the ground to see that the bottom was soaked through Melissa in a mocking tone said “aww did you wet your self” “did you piss your panties” the women quietly whispered something “what did you say”Melissa said the women spoke quietly and said “yes” she whispered “are you sure I thought you said “I was so scared i wet my panties” didn’t you” The women yelled “I WAS SO SCARED I WET MY PANTIES NOW LET ME DOW-” she said before cutting herself off and her hands shooting down to her crotch to futility stop herself but it no avail the diaper slowly turned yellow as small droplets fell to the floor “anna remove her and place her in the dungeon and don’t give her any clothes ether” said as she began dragging the other five unconscious queens to her bedchamber to awaken them Melissa had awkwardly woken up the rest of the lords one of which had wet herself queen grenson one had wet and messed herself queen mespisr Two admitted had admitted to wearing diaper queens shmits and lokedth And the last one who had clearly messed herself but denied it as she winced and sat down with a loud squelch but she continued denying it queen cosuply Grenson borrowed some of Melissa’s panties and a dress Mespisr had brought her own change shmits didn’t need a change since she didn’t wet to badly lokedth had a servant change her diaper cosuply had denied any help and took the no stops ride home without a change As soon as they all left Melissa locked her chambers and demanded for anna to undress her “whats the rush” anna asked “I need to use the restroom please hurry” “Just go thats the point of the diaper” anna said Melissa was annoyed but anna was right as she relaxed as a large bulge formed on her rear visible even with her dress on The feeling took her back to her war days Anna was undressing Melissa when the question appeared “anna where do you get this diaper on short notice” “Oh it was one of mine i used them for long trips” “Oh ok then” and they finished in silence “There is a war going on” Melissa thought sitting on her throne “here i am surrounded by guards and servants undisturbed by the people struck down on the battlefield” She had made her decision She was joining the war Part one any recommendations are welcome
  2. Happy almost Halloween! *** The mood in the car was jovial and teasing. Kyle felt a tap on his shoulder and reached his hand backwards to grab the bottle that was being passed. He took a sip – certainly not his first beer, but there was still something special about drinking on your 21st birthday – and rejoined the spirited conversation. “It’s totally safe,” Ethan was insisting. “They’re legally not allowed to touch you or anything, so you can’t get hurt.” “OK, first of all, that’s completely false logic,” Kayla replied. “Just because they can’t touch you doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt. Hell, Baby Barton back there can’t walk ten feet without knocking something over!” “Hey!” Cody, Kyle’s youngest brother, protested from the back seat. “You know it’s true, man,” Kyle grinned. Cody was the biggest out of all five brothers already, but hadn’t quite developed the coordination to keep up with his size. “I know-” Cody took a swig from his own beer. “- but y’all aren’t allowed to call me Baby Barton anymore. I’m officially in college now. I’m a grown man!” The car filled with laughter. Cody had been stuck with the nickname literally since birth, but now that he’d joined his brothers at university, Kyle supposed it was fair that he wanted to leave that particular nomenclature behind. “Besides,” Kayla continued once the laughter died down, “it’s not about being physically hurt. These places are literally designed to mess with your brain. It’s not like you can prevent yourself from being scared just because you know you’re not going to be hurt. The brain doesn’t work like that.” “And that’s the point,” Kyle drawled, turning to wink at Kayla. “A little excitement is good for you!” Kayla rolled her eyes. “Distraction from our meaningless, consumer-driven lives? It’s a haunted house, Tyler Durden, not an uprising.” “You agreed to come!” Cody called from the back seat. “Shut up, Cody,” Kayla tossed a napkin back at him. “It’s Kyle’s birthday. He gets to make the plans.” “It’s my birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!” Kyle sang. He was only on his first beer, so he wasn’t even a little bit drunk (that would come later), but he was buzzing on the cool fall night, the presence of his friends and brothers, and the impending excitement of what was supposed to be one of the best haunted houses in the state. Despite being born in late October, Kyle had never been a devoted fan of Halloween. As the fourth of five brothers, he’d participated in his fair share of group costumes, but his parents had always made sure to make his birthday its own celebration. He hadn’t been forced onto hayrides or into pumpkin patches for his parties. Now, he was turning 21 at the beginning of his junior year of college. His two oldest brothers had already graduated, but Caleb, the middle child, was finishing a five-year architecture degree and had agreed to be one of the designated drivers for the night. Even though Cody was a freshman, it had never been a question of whether or not he would be invited to come along. The Barton Boys, as pretty much everyone in their hometown called them, were a close bunch. Growing up in a small town, Kyle had never really felt the stereotypical pull to escape or to distinguish himself from his brothers. He was easygoing and confident, secure in his role as neither the youngest nor the official middle child. When the time had come to choose a college, Kyle hadn’t even blinked before deciding on the same state university that two of his three older brothers attended. And when Cody had joined Kyle and Caleb this year, there wasn’t a hint of resentment. In all, there were about 15 people coming to the haunted house. Caleb was driving their old but reliable minivan, all seven seats filled. After the haunted house, the plan was to go back to Kyle’s apartment that he shared with Ethan, Greg, and Shawn for cheap drinks before heading out for the obligatory 21st-birthday trip to the college town bar. It had been Ethan’s idea to do the haunted house in the first place. Kyle wasn’t exactly a horror aficionado, but he liked the thought of doing something as a group other than just hanging out at his place. There weren’t a ton of options around their fairly rural university, but the timing of his birthday made the haunted house a perfect fit. Caleb pulled into the field that had been marked off for parking, and everyone climbed out of the van. Part of the draw of this particular attraction is that it was built into an actual abandoned Victorian mansion, surrounded by what probably would have been considered “moors” if it hadn’t been in the Midwestern United States. As it was, patrons parked on the grass and walked up a tree-lined drive, surrounded by recorded yet realistic sounds of wind and hooting owls. The remainder of the group parked and joined the occupants of Kyle’s van, reactions split between excitement and nervous chatter upon seeing the sinister edifice. Kyle downed the remainder of his beer and tossed the bottle into the front seat of the van before joining the group to walk up to the check-in table. He sidled up next to Kayla, who was eyeing the house skeptically. “You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly. “There’s a waiting area in the back. You can just hang out there.” She bumped her shoulder against his affectionately. “I’ll be fine,” she promised. “Paying to be scared shitless might not be my idea of fun, but hanging out with you on your 21st birthday is.” Kyle felt the corner of his mouth tug upward. He and Kayla had met their freshman year when their respective roommates were dating. The relationship hadn’t lasted more than a few months, but Kyle and Kayla had remained close friends ever since. After growing up with four brothers, Kyle found Kayla’s comparatively gentle mannerisms (though she could certainly hold her own) were a refreshing source of support. He wrapped an arm around Kayla’s shoulders and squeezed. “I’m glad you’re here. And you know I’m totally on board for whatever ridiculous activity you pick for your birthday. “Mmmmm…” Kayla leaned into Kyle’s embrace. “I’m thinking manicures. Maybe makeovers at Ulta.” Kyle burst out laughing. “Perfect. My smoky eye needs updating.” He was still laughing as they approached the check-in table. Kyle pulled out his wallet, but Caleb waved him away, having already paid. A worker gave them all releases to sign (Kayla glared pointedly at Kyle, but cooperated) and explained the rules: no more than five people in each group, keep moving forward, no touching of the actors, and they could ask for an early exit at any point. “People actually don’t make it through?” Ethan was smirking, but Cody actually looked nervous. “A few,” the worker answered, face neutral. Ethan wiggled his eyebrows, but Kayla just snorted. “Ugh. Let’s just do it. Enough intimidation.” They split up into groups of five, agreeing that Kyle should go in the first group. His brothers joined him, along with Kayla and Ethan. “No judging me when I scream,” Kayla ordered as their group approached the entrance. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be too busy screaming myself to do any judging,” Cody grumbled. Ethan rubbed his hands together gleefully, and even Caleb looked excited. Kyle couldn’t help but grin; he loved having his family and friends together for this little adventure. The front door creaked open, and they stepped inside. The mood inside the house was instantly creepy – the sound was somehow totally different, as if they’d stepped through a portal to another world instead of just crossed a threshold from outside. The initial shock of silence felt almost tangible, like all the air had been sucked out of the room in addition to all the sound. Kyle’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he saw they were standing in a hallway. The light was dim and had a bluish tone – Kyle wasn’t quite sure where the light was even coming from. As they slowly moved forward, Kyle realized that the house wasn’t truly silent. There were soft, distant sounds…whooshes, creaks, and some panicked-sounding whispers. Despite himself, Kyle felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There was a high-pitched giggle, and a pale girl in a torn nightdress skittered across the hall behind them. Cody yelped, and Kayla squeaked and grabbed onto Kyle’s arm. Kyle patted her hand reassuringly, but his own heart was racing. He knew it was all fake, but something about the sounds and the dark was really getting to him. They turned the corner at the end of the hall, entering a dimly-lit room with blood smears on the wall and trashed furniture littering the floor. “Go back!” Kyle jumped and turned to see a bloody girl, seemingly missing an arm, crawling across the floor. “Get out while you can!” she moaned. “He’s coming!” A creaking sound made it sound like someone was coming into the room behind them. Ethan laughed, but everyone else looked at least a little nervous as the hustled through the room. Moving through the maze of rooms, Kyle was practically shuffling rather than walking. There seemed to be an impossible number of rooms and corridors, like they were going through a maze rather than a house. The whispers and creaks grew louder with each room, heightening a sense of urgency. The overall story seemed to be that they’d wandered into a house that was being ravaged by a mad serial killer. Each room and hallway had victims in various stage of dismemberment, moaning and shrieking for them to get out. Kyle knew it wasn’t real, of course, but Kayla had been right – something about the dark, the sounds, and the unpredictability was convincing his brain that he truly was in danger. He had goosebumps all over, and his stomach was clenched. The rest of the group was reacting more, too. Ethan kept laughing, almost maniacally; Cody and Kayla were nearly indistinguishable in their shouts and squeaks. Even Caleb yelled occasionally. Kyle wasn’t making quite as much noise, but he felt almost sick. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he kept getting more and more terrified. The rational part of his brain knew that he was in no danger, that he certainly wasn’t going to be maimed by an axe murderer. The increasingly powerful part of his brain was saying RUN! They were now on the second floor, having climbed a narrow, creaking set up stairs. The tone of the sounds became even more desperate, and Kyle could feel his heart beating in his throat. He fought against shutting his eyes, instead opting to focus on how, surely, it was almost over. He could feel Kayla behind him, not quite hanging onto his arm, but definitely (subconsciously) using him as a shield. They rounded a final corner into a room that was pitch-dark. Kyle stopped short, unable to see at all. Suddenly, bright lights flashed, simulating lightning. Flashes illuminated the outline of a huge, hulking figure wielding a very large chainsaw. The figure roared, visible only in half-seconds as the lights strobed irregularly. Every cell in Kyle’s body froze. He heard Kayla scream, but the noise came as if through a pillow, muffled and distant. He could feel the boys moving around him, punching and grabbing at each other, trying to find a way out. In the midst of it all, the feeling that most completely broke through Kyle’s terrified paralysis was that of liquid soaking into his jeans. He was wetting his pants. Kyle gasped, drawing in possibly the first breath since he’d entered the room. He pressed his knees together and manages to stop peeing, but not before the wetness reached all the way down his thighs. It was as if Kyle’s brain couldn’t process more than one thought at once. First, he’d been petrified by the man with the chainsaw. Then, he’d been horrified to figure out that he’d lost control of his bladder. While that was happening, he was being shoved toward the newly-illuminated way out by Ethan and his brothers, all frantically trying to escape, a fact he just started to notice now. Carried along by the momentum of his brothers and friends, Kyle burst out of the house onto a landing. Kayla’s screams and Cody’s shouts had turned into relieved giggles, while Ethan and Caleb raved about the experience. The outside of the house was slightly more illuminated, but it was dark enough outside that nobody seemed to notice the stain down the front of Kyle’s pants. They clattered down the wooden stairs, stumbling giddily toward the designated area to wait for their friends. Kyle took one look at the well-lit tent and veered away from the group, rounding the side of the house. He heard the sounds of his friends fade as they continued toward the tent, seemingly unaware that he’d disappeared. Leaning against the siding, Kyle tried to slow his ragged, panting breaths. He stood in the shadows, which felt fairly safe at the moment, but he knew that he wasn’t safe for long. His soaked jeans pressed heavily against his thighs. Kyle looked down to confirm that, yes, evidence of his accident was very much visible. There was no way he’d be able to face his friends without them knowing what he’d done. He felt fuzzy, like his brain had been replaced by cotton fluff. Just 20 minutes ago, he’d been so content, so pleased to be hanging out with his friends and brothers for his birthday. Now, he just felt stupid and childish – the baby who was unable to handle his own birthday party activity. “There you are!” Kyle cringed. Kayla sounded so happy, on an adrenaline high from surviving the haunted house. “What are you doing back here?” Kayla sounded so unsuspicious. “Come and join us! Brady’s group should be out soon!” Kyle blinked. Kayla wasn’t standing right in front of him, and she apparently hadn’t noticed his wet pants yet. Kayla took a step closer when Kyle didn’t respond. “Kyle?” Another few seconds passed before Kyle opened his mouth. “I can’t.” Kayla took another step forward, reaching out a hand. “You can’t? Kyle, what happened? Are you hurt? Are-“ She cut herself off as she got close enough to see the darkness on Kyle’s jeans. Kyle raised his head to look at her, but his eyes had no tears – only shame. “Oh, Kyle…” Kayla moved to comfort him, but she was cut off by an even more unwelcome sound. “What’s goin’ on, dude? That was awesome!” Kyle closed his eyes, delaying the sight of Ethan and his brothers approaching. “Hey, what’s…whoa!” Kyle heard a snort of laughter from Cody, followed by an “Ow!” which definitely meant that Caleb had punched him to shut him up. There was nearly a minute of horrible, shameful silence as Kyle’s roommate and brothers took in the situation but couldn’t figure out how to handle it. Kyle opened his eyes, but kept his head down, completely unable to make eye contact. “Ethan, go back and wait for the other groups,” Kayla finally said, quietly but firmly. Kyle raised his eyes just enough to see Ethan nod. “What do I tell them?” Kayla drew in a breath, thinking. “Tell them that Kyle decided we didn’t have enough booze back at the apartment, so Caleb took us to buy more. I went with them to make sure they bought something drinkable, not just cheap, shitty beer.” Ethan nodded again, agreeing with the plan as if it was totally normal, not a cover for a grown man pissing himself. “I can probably talk them into stopping and buying our own contributions, since it’s Kyle’s birthday and all. Give y’all a few more minutes.” Ethan clasped hands with Caleb, glanced in Kyle’s direction (Kyle was still avoiding eye contact), and turned to jog back to the tent. “That should give us at least a half hour.” Kayla put a hand gently on Kyle’s arm. “But we should probably get going.” Kyle started walking, letting Kayla guide him toward the car. He couldn’t put together a coherent thought. He hated the awkward silence, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak or assure his brothers that everything was OK. Everything wasn’t OK. He’d just been so scared by a fake scenario that he’d peed his pants. In public, no less. The 15-minute drive back to Kyle’s apartment was suffocating. Caleb turned on the radio, but no one seemed to be willing to start a conversation. Kyle had unconsciously avoided the front seat, so he sat in the middle with Kayla. Caleb pulled up in front of Kyle’s apartment, but didn’t even turn off the car. “Any requests?” he asked, knowing full well that only Kayla would answer. “White Claw, please,” Kayla requested. “Raspberry or mango.” Caleb flashed a thumbs-up. “We’ll grab some snacks, too. Back in 20 minutes.” Kyle had just enough presence of mind to pull his keys out of his pocket at the door. Kayla followed him in and flipped on the lights, but Kyle just stood in the middle of the living room, trapped between wanting to say something and just wanting to hide in his room for the rest of the night. Kayla sighed, but it wasn’t exasperated. “Kyle, it’s fine,” she murmured. “The house was wild. We were all scared.” Kyle just stared at her, clearly not accepting her argument. She tried another tactic. “No one else has to know. Just go get changed real quick. The night is still young.” Kyle’s shoulder’s slumped, but he knew he didn’t have another good option. Short of lying to everyone more and claiming sickness, he wasn’t going to get out of his own birthday party. He turned toward his room, but stopped when he heard a brief sniff of laughter from Kayla. Apprehensive, he turned back around. She was looking at her phone and smiling. She glanced up at Kyle, eyes sparkling. “Ethan just texted,” she explained. “The last group just came out, and both Tyler and Egan pissed themselves.” She smiled encouragingly. “Ethan didn’t say anything about you, of course. He just said that those two are going home to change, so we’ve got a bit more time before everyone gets here.” Kyle exhaled slowly, feeling like his brain was finally solidifying after being turned to fuzz. “Thanks, Kay,” he whispered, managing the ghost of a smile. Maybe his birthday was still salvageable after all.
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    ***This image set skips from image 15 to image 20 - 16 through 19 are available in the DELUXE version of this release, which also includes 2 complete chapters that contain Trina needing to pee, wetting herself in fear and then hiking in the soaked shorts down the mountain - twice the price for twice the content*** I'm still amazed at the positive reception of my character Trina hanging out here the last year or so, and even more pleased at your eagerness to see more of the story she belongs to. For those reasons I'm finally presenting the part of that story - one I've been fine-tuning and going back to for well over a decade now - where my omorashi fetish actually leaks (pun intentional) into my personal work, and where Trina pees her pants canonically for the first time. Now as you've seen she's something of an accident-prone person, but within the comic "Spirit DNA" I try to limit her bathroom mishaps. Still, the quest she ends up going on does have its fair share of dangers, and it isn't too long before we find her with a full bladder and no way to escape a frightening situation. Trina holds on while she can, but as you'll see from the spot she ends up in, eventually there would be no helping it, and the babysitter you know and love has an accident in front of the kid she's watching as he and his friend save her. And of course this occurs after she gets stranded in the woods with no bike, so it's up to the kindness of the pizza boy from last chapter to lend her what he's got on for a bit - fortunately since he can transform back and forth into an alpaca, he might be able to help her out for a bit. I wanted to make sure you guys got more than just a brief scene that comes and goes in a much larger comic, and since I illustrated these pages back around 2015-2016 I also felt like going back and redrawing it all with the skills I've picked up since then (and with more of a focus on the omorashi, like my other comics are styled) In total, the image set that resulted has 27 pages of brand new artwork providing every possible angle you can imagine for what happens to Trina in chapter 3 of my comic. Speaking of, you'll also get the pages leading up to and following the accident from the official comic to provide some extra context for the images in the folder. So this set might answer some questions you have from the last bundle, and will show you everything there is about the official accident I made Trina experience - you can probably guess where some of the inspiration for this scene came from At some point in the future "Spirit DNA" will have a proper launch online and then you can read more of Trina's adventures outside here, but until that time thank you so much for your continued support of her and the rest of my work. One final note there is definitely NUDITY in these image sets, and please feel free to offer feedback that will help me improve on the stories I tell here and beyond. This will be the last time I'll depict Trina peeing in this particular outfit, but don't worry - she isn't done here and has much more 'business' to do in other clothes.

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    I'm still amazed at the positive reception of my character Trina hanging out here the last year or so, and even more pleased at your eagerness to see more of the story she belongs to. For those reasons I'm finally presenting the part of that story - one I've been fine-tuning and going back to for well over a decade now - where my omorashi fetish actually leaks (pun intentional) into my personal work, and where Trina pees her pants canonically for the first time. Now as you've seen she's something of an accident-prone person, but within the comic "Spirit DNA" I try to limit her bathroom mishaps. Still, the quest she ends up going on does have its fair share of dangers, and it isn't too long before we find her with a full bladder and no way to escape a frightening situation. Trina holds on while she can, but as you'll see from the spot she ends up in, eventually there would be no helping it, and the babysitter you know and love has an accident in front of the kid she's watching as he and his friend save her. And of course this occurs after she gets stranded in the woods with no bike, so it's up to the kindness of the pizza boy from last chapter to lend her what he's got on for a bit - fortunately since he can transform back and forth into an alpaca, he might be able to help her out for a bit. I wanted to make sure you guys got more than just a brief scene that comes and goes in a much larger comic, and since I illustrated these pages back around 2015-2016 I also felt like going back and redrawing it all with the skills I've picked up since then (and with more of a focus on the omorashi, like my other comics are styled) In total, the image set that resulted has 31 pages of brand new artwork providing every possible angle you can imagine for what happens to Trina in chapter 3 of my comic. Speaking of, you'll also get 2 FULL chapters of "Spirit DNA", and while chapter 2 isn't being included due to lack of omo-content I have provided the pages in which Trina returns to her human state after becoming a chicken at the end of chapter 1. So this set will answer some questions you might have from the last bundle, and will show you everything there is about the official accident I made Trina experience - you can probably guess where some of the inspiration for this scene came from At some point in the future "Spirit DNA" will have a proper launch online and then you can read more of Trina's adventures outside here, but until that time thank you so much for your continued support of her and the rest of my work. One final note there is definitely NUDITY in these image sets, and please feel free to offer feedback that will help me improve on the stories I tell here and beyond. This will be the last time I'll depict Trina peeing in this particular outfit, but don't worry - she isn't done here and has much more 'business' to do in other clothes.

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  5. So this is just a short little one-off I've been thinking of for a long time, and finally decided to sit down and write. Since I have other stories like this one, I figured I'd lump them together in a big thread. Whenever I have some random one-off idea, odds are it'll go here. Hope you enjoy! With a stretch and a yawn, Lina Altor rose from bed. Her back cracked, she yawned again, and with all the enthusiasm of a snail in a race, set about doing her morning stretches. A big part of her morning routine was also to (begrudgingly) do a set of push-ups and sit-ups, but one look at the inn’s dirty, stained floors was all the persuasion she needed not to. She was certain she’d happened upon the most seedy, vile inn in town. Lina was also confident she was the only person to have spent the night there that didn’t take a companion into their bedroom, if the shouts, moans, and floors creaking was any indication. It was still pretty early, much earlier than she normally awoke; but she was determined to leave this place and find a more… moral place to stay while she took up contracts in the Longmarch. Since she wouldn’t be coming back, she went ahead and put on her armor, since it was difficult to carry otherwise. Dark brown trousers covered her white underwear, and a green tunic covered her chest and arms. Over this went a simple iron breastplate; some small iron shoulderpads; leather gloves with iron plating; and some iron vambraces. All of this covered her dark, tanned skin and lean muscle. Lina knew that many female adventurers and mercenaries were fond of wearing more revealing clothing, or at least shaping their armor to emphasize their more feminine traits, but Lina’s armor was as simple and practical as armor came. Stopping by the mirror briefly to ensure that her long, wavy hair was not a mess, and that she was otherwise presentable, Lina left disgusting inn, feeling like she was holier woman just for stepping away from it. She was eager to spend her time in the more reputable areas of the town. ---------- Nevermind, they’re all crooks, Lina fumed inside her head, Thirteen silvers for breakfast?! Dejectedly, Lina opened up her coin pouch, the somber jingle of the scant few coins inside more than enough indication that it was outside her price range. “Short on coin, lass?” the tavernkeep asked, having also heard the sounds of poverty coming from her coin pouch. “Afraid so… ” She pulled out whatever she had inside. “I don’t suppose you could take this and put the rest on my tab?” She held out her hand, in which she held nine silvers. An angry growling from her stomach betrayed her hunger, which normally would’ve been a little embarrassing, but she could see some sympathy wash over the old man’s face when he heard it. “No tab necessary, lass.” He took the coins from her hand began fixing her a plate of basic foodstuffs, “But take my advice, you might wanna just wanna skip on over to the next town. Reckon any contracts here’ll be taken care of soon enough.” Lina had almost stopped listening, since the plate of food had stolen her attention, “Why’s that?” “Some famous hero just rolled into town. Rumor is she’s one of the most talented sorceresses in Esora,” He explained, setting the breakfast down in front of her. “Half the mercs skipped town when she got here, and I hear the Sentinel’s Guild is reserving any well-paying contracts for her.” “Wonderful… ” Lina groaned, rubbing her eyes. Pushing it out of her mind, and deciding to be thankful for small miracles, she tore into her breakfast. ---------- Lina could hardly see the white stone buildings and cobblestone roads through the throngs of people out and about. It didn’t take long before she caught on to what they were all talking about. “I heard Gleaming Maya killed a wyvern with one arrow!” A young boy shouted to his friends, much to their amazement. “She’s so gorgeous, she can’t walk ten feet without someone proposing!” A girl said, eliciting giggles from her friends. “She knows more about magic than anyone! My uncle told me that every king in the land tries to hire her as their court mage, but she always turns them down!” Some guy said to a large group of travelers. He was talking about this hero like she was already the town’s biggest tourist attraction. I’ve never heard of “Gleaming Maya”, Lina thought, trying to recall any tales about about this legendary hero. After a few more minutes of walking, a brilliant explosion snapped the young knight out of her reverie. Like fireworks, little arrows flew into the air before exploding into magical, glittery dust. After a second, the sparks and colors began rearranging themselves, and resolved into a mosaic-like depiction of a woman with a bow standing before an orc army, ready to trample her. A large audience was gathered around the light show, oooing and awwing at the display, but they gasped and went quiet at the visage of the lone hero facing down certain death. “But, as you may have guessed, this would not be the end of Gleaming Maya!” A young woman called out, evidently the sorceress performing the light show. Lina had no romantic interest in women, but even she had to admit that this woman was beautiful. Her skin, pale and without a single blemish, was lovingly shown off by her rather revealing attire. Her chest was covered only by a tight, blue garment that was only a little more fabric than just a bra. Likewise, her enchanting thighs were bared by her “pants”, which looked to Lina like nothing more than blue panties. From both of these articles, numerous gold bangles hung down, hypnotically swinging and swaying as the mage moved her body in rhythmic motions to keep the magic going. Her hair was the most perfect shade of golden-blonde Lina had ever seen, and her strikingly green eyes were easily visible, even from such a distance. “Indeed,” She continued with her story, “This would only be the beginning of one of my finest adventures!” Ah, Lina realized, So that’s Gleaming Maya in the flesh, huh? The floating sparkles shifted once again, and turned into a scene of Gleaming Maya vanquishing the warlord leading the orc army with only a single, brilliant arrow. “Seeing their leader fall, the orcs were shaken, and I used this opportunity to perform my favorite spell!” She sent up another magical arrow, and in a flash the scene had changed to a vista of orcs running in terror as Maya’s arrows landed on the ground, exploding into gigantic, calamitous fireballs. “The orcs had been driven back, but not defeated. With the city safe, I returned to the king, and said ‘Your majesty! That is twice now I have saved your kingdom from certain destruction! You must listen to me now, and rally your armies, or the orcs will surely be the death of you!’” The crowd cheered. Nothing excited the common people more than a king getting called an idiot. “With an army of knights at my back, I-” She was cut off by the sound of a horrifyingly deep growl, and several people screaming. All eyes looked to the road leading towards a nearby forest, from which a colossal wolf monster had emerged, and was bounding towards the crowd. Lina quickly drew her longsword, and ran to meet the beast. It moved at blinding speeds, and Lina could tell it would be upon the crowd before she could stop it. Could she even stop it? The creature was easily twice her height, and had a jaw that could snap her in half. Lina’s heart pounded with fear. The crowd devolved into a chorus of screaming, fleeing people, each trying to push through the impenetrably thick to get to safety. It had been so densely packed that now, in the chaos, nobody could properly move. At the very least, most of the people who’d been on the outskirts of the audience had pushed in enough to get out of the wolf’s immediate path. All save for one young woman, who’d fallen her butt, paralyzed with terror. A puddle was very rapidly spreading underneath her, soaking the back of her cream colored skirt. It spread around her in unpredictable directions, curving around the cobblestones below her. Pushing herself as hard as she could, Lina managed to reach the girl first, and positioned herself between her and the charging monster. It drew closer and closer, and Lina levelled her sword, preparing to strike. When it saw that it now had a challenger, the wolf howled so loudly it hurt her ears. “Everyone! Shield your eyes!” The familiar voice of Gleaming Maya commanded. Sparing a second to turn and look at the sorceress, Lina saw her floating in the air as if it were the simplest, most natural thing in the world. She held out her hand, and, beckoned from who-knows-where, a spectacular bow materialized from a green light. She quickly but powerfully drew back the string, willing into existence a gleaming green arrow. Letting it loose, it soared through the air at incredible speed, leaving a trail as it flew. Before the wolf even knew what hit it, it was vaporized and reduced to so many glittering sparks in the air. Lina just stood there dumbfounded. If this Gleaming Maya could do that, it was no wonder she was so respected here. “Are you all right, miss?” she heard Maya ask behind her, reminding her that there was a woman she was trying to protect behind her. Turning around, she saw Maya helping the terrified woman to her feet. The poor thing’s face was a mess of tears, and burning bright red. No one could judge her for having lost control of her bladder at a time like that, but she was clearly still humiliated. As the adrenaline rush of being charged by a monster, and then watching that monster explode wore off, the young lady quickly became the center of attention. A number of people snickered, some looked on in sympathy, and many averted their eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” Maya said, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder, “This kinda thing happens, but I’ve got a fix,” She waved her hand for a second, and then snapped her fingers. With a flash of light, the girl’s skirt instantly dried, bearing no trace of the accident. Lina’s mind quickly wandered to many instances throughout her life where a “hide wetting” spell would’ve come in handy. The young woman moved her legs a little, clearly gauging to see if she was truly dry. The look of surprise and disgust on her face answered her question. Maya put her arm around the girl’s shoulder, and whispered conspiratorially, “I could only make it look dry, love. You’ll need to get changed before an hour’s up or it’ll wear off,” She nodded in reply, and with a little shove from Maya, sped off towards her home. And then she turned to Lina. “And now, everyone, let’s have a hand for our fearless friend here! If I hadn’t been here, I daresay you would’ve been in good hands!” The audience cheered and clapped appreciatively, even though Lina hadn’t actually done anything. Nonetheless, she smiled and waved at the crowd. She thought she should’ve said something, but Lina had never been good with crowds. Gleaming Maya resumed her performance, the crowd practically showering her with money, now. Lina turned to walk down the path into the forest. It may be dangerous, but she’d need food when she traveled to the next town, and she certainly wasn’t about to buy any here. An uncomfortable feeling graced her privates as she walked, and only then did she realize that Maya’s remark about her being fearless was pretty ironic. Lina hadn’t even noticed, but she’d leaked a good bit of urine into her panties during the whole ordeal. Groaning in annoyance as her day just got worse, she trudged on down the path. Curiously, she noted that the wolf monster had seemingly left no footprints. ---------- Maya was happy to see that her audience had more than doubled after the wolf attack. The entire street was flooded with people excitedly listening to her tales and watching her magical performance. But two whole had passed since the attack, and she was tired, her voice hoarse, her bladder and bowels full. It was time to wrap things up. “Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you dearly for you attention and your donations,” She happily regarded the pile of gold and silver coins littering the area near her stage, “But it’s time for me to get some rest. I’ll be here tomorro-” A terrifying howl cut her off. Her eyes went wide, and her heart nearly stopped. Everyone looked to see a hulking figure, far larger than the last, emerging from the forest. The audience was on edge, murmurs of panic surging through the mass of people. That is, until someone shouted “You’ve got this, Maya!” Just like that, the audience’s fear turned into joyous excitement. They were eager to watch her slay another problem. There was only one complication… This wolf was real. Nobody knew, but Maya was only an illusionist. She only conjured an illusory monster into existence so she could “vanquish” it, and become a hero to the people. Unlike her fake one, this one approached slowly, analyzing its prey. She stepped forward as the crowd took up a position safely behind her. Maya thought she might puke. It’s okay… I’ll think of something. Maybe if I just… Shoot it with a light arrow, it’ll get scared and run off! Suppressing her trembling, she held out her hand, and once more summoned her bow. Drawing back the string, and forming the magic arrow, she loosed it. The people cheered and screamed as the arrow flew, struck the wolf, and created a blinding explosion. The cheers abruptly ended, though, when the light faded and the wolf remained, dazed and angered, but very much unharmed. It resumed its slow trot, stepping closer and closer to Maya. “It’s a demon!” Someone shouted. Maya tried desperately to think of something to do- anything. Her mind was going blank, and her body wouldn’t move. There was a sound of splashing water, and Maya glanced downwards to see a strong stream of urine falling from her skimpy pants. The crotch bore a growing stain, and she was sure she felt it spreading around her butt, too. Some of the urine coursed down her thighs in streams, winding around her legs before running into her shoes. The puddle she was standing in expanded quickly. Her knees buckled inwards, pressing against one another. She bowed her legs slightly, and felt her bowels empty in terror. With a wet crackle, her shorts, which had previously contoured to her butt perfectly, bulged violently. Tinting slightly brown, the bulge grew and grew, until it looked as though she had an apple resting in her underpants. All of this, she was depressingly aware, occurred directly in front of a massive crowd. She could hear cries of shock and insults, but mostly the people seemed to realize that this thing was about to kill them all, and panic set in once more. I’m gonna die, Maya thought, feeling tears sting her cheeks, I messed myself in front of everyone and now I’m gonna die! Taken over by despair, she fell down on her rear, splashing in the cooling puddle of her own pee. Her mess squished under her, spreading across her butt. The colossal wolf monster drew in, baring its fangs, and preparing to go in for the kill. ---------- Lina had a feeling something was wrong. The howl of another monster only hastened her decision to return to town. Maya was clearly skilled at illusion magic, considering her impressive light shows and ability to hide the woman’s wetting. And the wolf had behaved quite strangely. She’d seemed nice enough, but Lina just knew something wasn’t right. Upon returning, and seeing Maya wet and soil herself, she knew she was right. Whether or not Maya had, indeed, just made an illusion of a wolf monster, its howl was real enough, and it attracted a much meaner one. But that was unimportant. Working as quickly as she could, Lina drew her hunting bow, prepared an arrow, and fired. It struck the wolf just below the eye, getting its attention pretty quickly. It turned to face her with blinding speed, and Lina dropped the next arrow she’d grabbed, and felt a jet of hot piss spill into her panties. After fumbling for a second more, she just threw the bow aside, and grabbed her longsword. Hardly an ideal weapon to fight a monster eight times your size, but she was hardly in a position to be picky. It charged her, and she prepared to slash and roll away. One it was close enough, she swung with all her might, and struck the beast on the jaw. It yelped in pain. She attempted to roll to get away, but was caught in the middle of the action by a paw the size of her entire body. It sent her tumbling through the dirt before she landed on her back, so dizzy she could hardly think. She attempted to stand up, but the wolf was upon her almost immediately, pinning her down with one massive paw placed over her chest. Were it not for her armor, it would’ve crushed her. The wolf loomed over hear, lowering its gargantuan maw down to take her head off in a single bite. She pushed, struggled, and tried to resist, but the thing was holding her down easily, not even fazed. Terrified out of her mind, Lina felt the all too familiar sensation of mess pressing against her. She’d started to soil herself, and hadn’t stopped. The seat of her pants bulged out lightly, but the tightness of the garment forced her mess to spread. Just as she was sure the life-ending bite was near, the wolf jumped back, and began growling. Taking the opportunity, Lina rose to her feet. Upon standing, the weight of her soiling dragged her pants down a little, but she ignored it. The wolf was lowering its head, and looked angry, but not at her. Confused, she turned around, only to be graced with the sight of an enormous bear approaching the wolf. She felt a little more mess come to rest in her pants before she spotted Maya, who was clearly performing an illusion spell, judging by her rhythmic movements. She’s giving me a chance to kill it! The wolf and bear circled each other for a moment, meanwhile Lina quickly and quietly approached the beast that was actually real. With a frightening surge of movement, the wolf leapt upon the bear, only for it to explode in a dazzling burst. Shutting its eyes against the bright light and stumbling backwards in shock, Lina took her chance to strike. Sprinting just below its neck, she slashed her sword, slicing open the beast’s throat. With a gurgling roar, it thrashed around, spewing blood every which way, before finally collapsing. She knelt down, panting hard to catch her breath. After a moment, raucous cheers sounded from behind her, and the crowd that had once been adoring Maya was now surrounding her. Lina took a little comfort in seeing just how many skirts and pairs of pants were soaked or soiled. Through a break in the crown, Lina saw Maya hurrying down a small alleyway between buildings. “Sorry, let me through,” She said as she forced the people apart so she could pass. She wanted to speak with Maya, but she also wanted to distance herself from the crowd before anyone noticed the massive load in her pants. Following down the same path the illusionist had taken, she found her sitting in a secluded little nook, crying. Lina opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words right away. Maya looked up at her for a second, before quickly veering away, “I know, I’m a liar and a coward. I’ll leave town now.” “I take it you’ve never fought real monsters before.” “No, all my stories are just stories. I’m just a pants-wetting coward.” “... So was I.” Lina blushed as she said. “Huh?” “I used to wet myself all the time when I was new to this. Half the time, I didn’t even last to the fight- just seeing a monster was all it took. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve crapped my pants, either.” Maya considered this for a second, before shaking her head, “You’re still not a liar.” “No, I guess I’m not. But do you know what I am?” “What’s that?” “Alive,” She crouched down, ignoring the squish of her mess, and looked Maya in the eyes, “I’m alive, because you were brave when you needed to be. If you were really some coward and a sham, you would’ve run and left me, but you didn’t. You stayed, and helped me. Because of that, I’m alive.” The faintest glimmer of hope returned to the young mage’s face, “I… I guess so. But… How am I gonna live this down? People almost got hurt, I- I… messed, in front of everyone… ” “Do you think I haven’t? I’ve soiled myself in front of a bunch of people, too. Had to kill a monster for them, and I wound wishing it had killed me instead when I turned around, and everyone could see stains on my legs.” Even through her tears, Maya chuckled lightly. “Listen, I’m heading to the next town in the Longmarch, looking for some mercenary work. Would you like to come with me, at least just till we reach the place?” “I… I think I’d like that, thank you… But first, we should probably-” The barking of a dog startled both of them, and after the ordeal they’d just been through, it sounded much too similar to a wolf for either of their likings. For Lina, the strength with which she’d been holding her bladder finally failed, and her brown trousers darkened between her thighs. The stain grew and the pee flowed down her legs, mostly down her left, where it went all the way down and spilled out into a puddle around her boot. The stain on her right leg reach down to her knee. Having already soiled herself, Lina made no attempt to hold it. “... Probably get changed, I was saying.” Maya was smiling at the absurdity of what just happened. Lina knew from experience that humiliation like this took a long time to get over, but she was happy to help… even if it meant pissing herself. “Before we go… Can you still do that spell to make us look dry?”
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    It's not often I post free full-length comics, but this forum continues to show me love and support through sales I still have a hard time believing. The amount of people who paid more for extra content of my own personal characters was a welcome surprise, and since I haven't done a large-scale fan work since my adaptation of "Moon Rise" I decided the next in my series of film scene illustrations should really expand on one of the better wetting scenes in the past decade. It's one that I'm sure many of you have seen in live action form on BBC's "In the Flesh". Taking place in the 2nd episode of series 2, a 19-year-old girl named Jem Walker is returning to school after slaying zombies in a society that's attempting to reintegrate the undead who wish to return to their normal lives in a medicated state. The show portrays the living versus dead much like discrimination between races and cultures, and Jem is caught in the middle of this due to unique circumstances I implore you to discover on your own by watching the show. For context of the sequence, some of these undead are her fellow students, and one of them take a drug that reverts him back into his zombified state, in a stunt to scare the living. It works, and the class sends Jem outside to defend them all knowing she has experience fending off 'rabids'. But she's really not up to it, especially after several nightmares about her time during 'the Rising'. And in the script which I've provided a copy of, you can see that her body reacts to the spike in terror the way that tends to excite us. The scene itself was very well done, in part to actress Harriet Cains doing plenty of research into PTSD to properly act out the onset of a panic attack and other eccentricities of intense fear. It was apparently the show's writer and creator who decided she should pee her pants, but the way they orchestrated the effect suggests that Jem Walker had been holding her bladder a while before going up against that PDS (partially-deceased syndrome) sufferer. So I honed in on what's going on inside her for this reason, focusing on her bladder and kidneys as they struggle to hold in her urine as fear builds until it's too late. Since one of the show's gimmicks is that the undead don't eat or drink - lacking living tissue, one character even jokes about ruining a dress letting a snickers bar run through her - I decided to anthropomorphize Jem's urinary system, similar to how the animated short "Inner Workings" brought the human body's organs to life. It allows for an extra inner dialogue beneath a panicked mind that isn't thinking about her need to pee so much as her need to survive. Her bladder's primary objective is to let it go, or at least hold on until the best moment. This comic explores the strained path that ends in a relieved bladder but a very wet pair of pants. Since I refuse to profit off of copyrighted characters and want to present a gift to the forum, this comic will remain free indefinitely. Included are 15 pages in 2 different sizes for your viewing pleasure, as well as the script for the entire first episode. Ctrl+f and searching for "bladder" or "wets herself" will pinpoint you to the page in the script that acknowledges how she peed her pants in school as a returning older student. The symbolic fall from grace for this conflicted young lady through her briefly uncontrollable urination is sure to give you one of the highest doses of humiliation my comics can offer yet. So enjoy this treat courtesy of WesternWets, and please do give the real show more of a watch than just the one scene we know and love.

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    I couldn't upload it in the thread so I'll put it here. Wetting occurs sometime around the 40min point.

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  8. Korean move fear wetting View File I couldn't upload it in the thread so I'll put it here. Wetting occurs sometime around the 40min point. Submitter liesjeversteven Submitted 06/09/2019 Category Peeing  
  9. as a mostly straight guy, male omo isn't really my thing, but i do make an exception to stuff that happens to me. i love to have accidents, particularly if i can make them into a fantasy in my mind, and particularly when i can do it out in public somewhere when i know i probably - but not definitely - won't get caught. part of me would love to get caught, though. anyway, one place i like to wet my pants is on the beach at night. usually there's not too many people about, and those that are would have a hard time seeing a wet patch on my board shorts in the dark, or hear the splattering of pee onto sand. as you'll see below, i like to use that to my advantage =3 so this is something that happened a years ago when i was around 24 or so. if it helps you to picture it, i'm a few inches shorter than average, dark brown hair, average build. back then i was kinda skinny, though, i used to do a lot of running back in the day. an ex once told me she thought i looked like ben whishaw, which i can kind of see if i turn my head and squint a bit. my hair's definitely a lot shorter though lol anyway, true story follows... - des If there's one thing we're spoiled for in Australia, it's beaches. One of my friends who I met when I was studying at uni in Sydney had a family beach house in Huskisson, NSW. Huskisson is one of the little coastal hamlets that line the shore of Jervis Bay which is one hell of a beautiful place. Sparkling white sand. Crystal clear water. Sand dunes rising up to rocky cliffs.There's a navy base out on the peninsula, and a couple of ships that sit on the far side of the crystal clear water. It's an extraordinary place and definitely worth a visit if you get the chance. My friend liked to invite me and my other mates out there when we had our mid-semester break in September. We'd go out there and spend the week getting blackout drunk, playing video games, movie marathons, various substance abusing, basically anything except doing the essays and reports that we would end up having to do in a mad rush when we got back. Anyway, I digress. The evening that this took place came after a long day of swimming and bushwalking around the capes. Two of my mates had gotten pretty badly sunburnt and had retired to their rooms with some aloe vera feeling sorry for themselves. The rest of us were so exhausted that it didn't matter, though, there wasn't going to be any partying that night. I ended up playing a few rounds of FIFA with a friend before he lost interest and went to bed. I flicked through a few channels to see what was on, and ended up landing on Tom Cruise's War of the Worlds. As I sat there watching, I became aware of a nagging need to pee. I decided to put off going to the toilet for a little while. Part of me was already laying the groundwork for me to have a bit of omo fun, but I sat there watching the movie and sipping at my beer for the time being - determined to wait a little before committing to anything. For one thing, I wasn't sure whether it'd be a good idea to act on the impulse with my friends all around the house, and for another I wanted to wait a bit and make sure they were all asleep before trying anything adventurous. As much as I'd be turned on by the humiliation of being caught having had an accident by a cute female my age or a little older, my friends were pretty typical college guys and didn't really fit the bill. But as I got more into the movie an idea began to form in my head that I couldn't shake out. The beach was dark, and not many people would be likely out and about. I still felt like I had a bit of energy, and I have always loved walking on the beach at night. The shortage of light pollution makes the night sky so much more vivid and alive. So I decided I'd drink a bit more until the urge was much more noticeable, and then go for a walk of just the right length to guarantee I wouldn't make it back dry. I finished my drink and started on another. And then the movie got to the bit where Tom and his kids are trying to make their way through a crowd onto a ferry and (spoiler!) a tripod comes over the hill behind the town to ambush the crowd and announcing itself with a blast of its horn. That gave me a little shiver. I could picture myself being hunted by one of those machines - trying to hide amid rubble, desperately hoping not to be found. I know the aliens all died in the end because they were too stupid to get vaccinated before beginning their conquest, but I think personally I'd probably fancy my chances better against zombies than tripods. Maybe it's because I'm already short, but the idea of a few giant enemies is more frightening to me than zombie hordes. Anyway, there was a power blackout. So I was left sitting there in the dark with my drink, listening to snores coming out of different rooms. As you can imagine, it didn't take me long to decide to head out. Standing up was interesting. When I had been sitting down, the urge to pee was definitely noticeable, but just by standing up my desperation doubled. I couldn't even stand up straight at first. I stayed there in front of my chair for a few seconds, annoyed that I had misjudged things and waited too long. I thought there was no way I'd make it down to the beach and that the safest thing might have been to abort, but I decided to try a few steps and I found that walking seemed to make it feel better. So I didn't hesitate any longer. I went out the door and slipped on my thongs (aka flip-flops, jandals, slippers, etc. we call them thongs), and wandered down the bitumen road to the beach. I had been right in thinking that not many people would be out. Jervis Bay is full of holiday homes and gets pretty busy in summer, but this was a midweek Spring evening in late September. The smell of cooked sausages wafting over the road from a house around the corner was the only evidence apparent to me of other people being about. There were lights on in plenty of houses, but most people had clearly turned in for the night. I ambled along a little more slowly than I'd normally walk. My level of desperation was probably a solid 8/10, and it was definitely inhibiting my ability to walk normally, but I was determined to make it down onto the beach and as far as possible to try to force it hit 10/10 when my body wouldn't give me a choice. And sure enough I made it to the beach a few minutes later, still at 8/10. There was a slight wind blowing as the waves crashed into the headland. The tide was still low, but coming in. I trudged along the sand enjoying the starry night sky, and I started to think to myself that I should have brought my drink with me to try to speed things along, because while my bladder was full enough to be noticeably uncomfortable, I felt it was still a fair way off being at capacity. I then heard some whooping and laughter from further up the beach. Somebody had lit a fire from driftwood, and I could make out a few figures running around with branches on fire like Tom Hanks in Castaway. I hesitated for a second. From the sound of their voices I deduced that it was group of young women, probably more students having a week off like me and my mates. Could I risk running into them in my condition and possibly having to stop and talk to them for a while? Things could happen very quickly if I made the wrong choice, and I was paralysed by the paradox of omorashi - how amazing would it be to have an accident in front of girls, but oh god, what if I they saw? I wanted to be caught, but I didn't want to be caught. The end result of my shyness and indecision was that I kept approaching them, but with a view to just keep walking straight past and see what'd happen. There was a lot of giggling coming from around their campfire, and it became obvious to me that they were pretty drunk. A couple of them who'd been splashing around in the water streaked back up to the fire when I got to about 100m away, and when I caught sight of their pale figures in the moonlight bolting back to their makeshift camp I realised they'd been skinny-dipping. 'Hey, there's someone over there! Kylie, put your towel on for heaven's sake!' The two girls who'd been in the water shrieked and dived down onto their towels quickly wrapping it around themselves. 'Sorry!' one of the girls called out as I wandered past, not confident enough to do anything but shamble past awkwardly, 'Hope you didn't see anything disturbing!' They started giggling amongst themselves at her remark and my brain was too scrambled to come out with anything witty or even vaguely self-assured. The pressure in my bladder seemed to have suddenly skyrocketed, and I was worried that maybe I had taken things a bit too far. 'No, you're all good!' I answered pathetically, 'Have a great night.' They went quiet for a bit and I took advantage of this to advance a bit further up the beach. I had probably gone another 50m beyond them when I decided I'd come far enough. I'd come down to the beach to have a bit of omo fun, and the girls nocturnal activities had thrown me for a bit of a loop. But now a naughty idea settled in my mind. I decided to have my 'accident' here, with the girls still in sight and within earshot - but far enough away that they probably wouldn't know exactly what I was doing. So I abruptly stopped walking and that jarring movement made my desperation ramp up to 9.5. That was enough for me. So I spread my feet and pushed my hands into my crotch, knowing full well that if any of the girls looked over at that moment they might well be able to guess what I was doing from my body language. Or at least what I wanted to do. I couldn't get started. It was a bit surprising and annoying considering how badly I needed to go, and rather than just stand there like an idiot I decided to walk on a bit in the hope that I could relax more. It was painful to walk by this stage, but mercifully it was only a few more steps. And that was because a couple of unexpected things then happened simultaneously like an omo god's deus ex machina to make me totally piss my pants. One of the ships out in the dark bay blasted its horn for a few seconds and at the same time the headlights of a car coming down the beach road slowly advanced down the beach towards me. I came to an abrupt stop and my desperation doubled again as I jammed my thighs together and bent my knees into a half crouch, but this time there was another element to it. The horn had reminded me of the Martians from the movie I'd been watching, and I suddenly imagined that there was a tripod that had ambushed me on the beach and that the headlights approaching me along the sand were its searchlights seeking me out. For that perfect moment I could feel fear, standing stock still as the searchlight closed in on me. I felt petrified, like a mouse that had been caught by a cat. And that was the trigger I needed. I started peeing suddenly and forcefully, completely without control. I couldn't have stopped if I'd desperately wanted to, and let's be honest - I desperately wanted not to stop. This was the first time in my life that I had managed to turn a planned and deliberate wetting into a genuine accident brought about by a fright, and the loss of control felt amazing. Tears of relief and pleasure filled my eyes as my dick became a high pressure hose hissing out warm liquid to envelop my crotch and flow down my thighs and calves into my sandals, and splattering noisily around my feet. At that moment I heard some more laughter coming from the girls camp - most likely unrelated to my situation, I knew - but in the moment I imagined to myself that they had noticed, and I could feel my face flushing in the dark as I envisioned them giggling as they watched me flood my shorts like a frightened little boy. My commitment to drama in this moment was total, and after probably 90 seconds of helplessly soaking my swimshorts I collapsed onto my knees in fulfillment of my fantasy. To my surprise, there was no puddle around where I was kneeling. The sand seemed to have taken all the evidence and absorbed everything. I was a bit disappointed because I had been eager to see how much I had managed to get out. I half hoped one of the girls might come over to see if I was alright only to catch me in obviously pissed pants, but of course, none of them did. My thongs squished and squeaked under my feet as I made my way back to the house. The wetness having gone cold wasn't an altogether bad feeling, and I stopped a couple of times to re-wet myself on the way back home as my bladder filled up again under the influence of the alcohol. That felt good, too, but none of it matched that perfect moment I got to have with my unwitting witnesses who would never know the absolute flooding they'd witnessed. I was still buzzing with excitement when I got back to the house. I had completely pissed my pants in 'fear' not 100m away from a bunch of drunk girls (who we later went on to meet, but that's another story). I couldn't even be 100% sure that they hadn't seen what had happened. I stepped into the shower and didn't even strip down before I'd started to play with myself. That was one hell of a beach walk.
  10. something a little different for you today. the following is a mock-up of a messenger conversation i had with a friend (we were a couple for a while, but I moved away for work and now we're FWB on and off). she's into omo, but i don't think she's on the site. this is not the actual conversation, by the way, i have substantially rewritten most of it. even so, it's heavily based on our actual conversation, and most of the stuff we talk about really did happen (e.g. this first convo really did start with her talking about her new dog). i got her blessing to write this up here with names i invented for her and her friend and she's even thinking about contributing one herself. anything she writes will most likely be posted here through me, though (so i can make sure she doesn't post anything too compromising haha). so this one below is based on the first time i started to realise that she was into omo herself (she used to like teasing me about omo stuff before that, but i hadn't realised by then that it meant something to her, too). anyway, let me know if you like the idea! - des * * * Tuesday, 9th of June, 2015 Stef says: heeyyyyy Stef says: you home? Stef : guess who turned up today des: hey des: oh, your puppy? Stef : Stef : *picture of Tenterfield Terrier pup attached here* Stef : how cute is he?!! Stef : you wanna come oer and see him? des: ive got work tonight, you have fun Stef : so? des: ill come over tomorrow Stef : havn't you got like two hours before your shift starts? the bar doesnt open til 5 Stef : i want him to meet dozer!! des: uh des: maybe we want to give it a month or two before introducing himto Dozer des: Dozer would probably eat him Stef : yeah, probably... Stef : dozer's a sfotie though Stef : *softie Stef : I want them to be friends!! des: dozer barely tolerates you coming over des: he almost bit your leg off the first time you were over at mine Stef : Yeah omg that was scary as fuck ahaha i pissed my pants when he ran over barking! Stef : he loves me now though des: des: thats a bit of an exaggeration des: you wetting yourself, not him loving you!! haha Stef : hmmm! Stef : if only you knew des: what Stef : lol Stef : nah, wasnt that bad Stef : undies may have been a bit damp when i got home though Stef : but i didnt like full on wet myself haha des: hmmm okay! Stef : just a little haha des: thought I would have noticed a puddle des: I guess you could have blamed it on him being excited! Stef : it was me that was excitedd!!! Stef : scared anyway!! Stef : but oh well des: you scare too easily des: you won't even let me take you to a horror movie Stef : Stef : no horror movies!! Stef : why do you like them anyway? i hate being scared! des: why'd you come to that zombie puzzle room then? Stef : puzzle rooms are different theyre not scary! Stef : besides i had you there to protect me des: i'd be there with you in the cinema too! Stef : Stef : no! Stef : a couple of years back i was staying over at a friends place and we watched the blair witch project Stef : i have never been so terrified in all my life des: the blair witch project?! des: your kidding right Stef : des: its not even scary! Stef : hey fuck you, man Stef : i told you i cant deal with horror movies Stef : i had a horrible nightmare after that and I wet the bed des: haha really?!? Stef : its not funny!! Stef : her mum had to wash the sheets in the morning Stef : i was mortified!! Stef : how would you like it if i peed the bed next tme im staying over?! des: Stef : i bet youd like that too Stef : probably gets you off des: hey, you're the one who brought it up! Stef : dont change the subject! Stef : i remember when lucy and me came back from the pub the other day and we were both needed the bathroom but you were in there Stef : you came out and had a tent in your pants! Stef : and you were definetely switched on later des: well, you were away for the week, and it had been a long week des: i was just glad you were home Stef : sure sure Stef : anyway, thats not so bad, right Stef : if you're into it des: hmmm Stef : your not hurting anyone Stef : so tomorrow after work Stef : ill come over Stef : we can netflix and chill Stef : maybe if your lucky i mgiht have a few too many drinkies Stef : who knows what might happen!! des: des: lol do i need to put a plastic sheet down on the couch? Stef : SEE?! i knew it! des: knew what? Stef : Stef : just make sure you've got food! ill prob be hungry Stef : but dont get the turkish again Stef : we've had that way too much recentley des: I did a shop today, we've got heaps of stuff des: will just cook a curry or something Stef : okay Stef : but not too much chilli this time!!!! Stef : i dont wanna be running for the bathroom!! des: you'll have to anyway if you're having all those drinks Stef : hmmm maaaaayybe Stef : or i might have other ideas des: Stef : but still keep the curry mild for me please des: i know! i know! des: spice wimp Stef : Stef : laters. see you tomorrow * * *
  11. This was a request from @sandiego78. I don't do a lot of female wetting, but I *do* do a lot of hurt/comfort! Enjoy! *** Stella Bettio stumbled, breathless, into the classroom at the end of the hall, sliding into her seat just as the bell rang. Panting, she initially stared down at her lap, but then shyly looked up to see an encouraging smile from Miss Heston. Cherice Heston was only in her second year of teaching English Literature at Linville High School. She definitely felt more confident than she did in her first year, but she still didn’t feel completely settled and authoritative. There were still plenty of things students did and said that could catch her off guard. Still, Cherice loved her job, and loved getting to know her students, and Stella was one of her current favorites. Stella was an 18-year-old senior, tiny but strong. Yes, she was a good student – quiet, a trait always appreciated by English teachers – but Cherice had developed a close relationship with Stella over the year. A short woman herself, Cherice had recognized a fellow gymnast in Stella the first day of classes. When Stella took to stopping by Cherice’s classroom after school to discuss the finer points of The Handmaid’s Tale, Cherice was eventually able to work gymnastics into the conversation and got confirmation that, yes, Stella had trained at a very high level for a very long time. It had taken months for Cherice to get more of the full story, and when she did, it was told in an almost casual way. Cherice had formed her hypotheses, of course, mistreatment of young girls in intense training situations being so common, unfortunately, but she knew that she wasn’t entitled to Stella’s story. It had been a chilly afternoon in late November, just after Thanksgiving break, when Stella had calmly mentioned some of what her former coach had done to her. Cherice had started to say how sorry she was, but Stella had just very deliberately moved onto another part of the conversation, making it clear that she wasn’t up for a dialogue. She’d mentioned a few more things over the following weeks, but only ever as one-offs, horrific tidbits thrown into otherwise standard conversations. Cherice came to understand that pretty much no one in the entire school knew what Stella had gone through and that Stella was sharing exactly as much as she was comfortable with. So Cherice continued to welcome the student into her classroom after school, where they would chat over a jigsaw puzzle (Cherice loved puzzles and always kept one in her classroom – at least 1000 pieces – for her students to work on if they needed a break). Cherice was determined to provide the kind of support that Stella needed, even if that meant shutting up and not asking any questions. So it didn’t cross Cherice’s mind to ask why Stella was almost late to class, not that she’d ever call her out on it, anyway. She just proceeded with her lesson – they were in the middle of Last of the Mohicans – leading the class in a discussion of colonialism. In her seat, Stella could barely pay attention to the information. She never cut it so close getting to Miss Heston’s class, but today, Señora Cortez had kept her after class for a few extra minutes to talk about the AP Spanish exam. Of course, it made her feel bad that she was almost late to English, but more importantly, she had missed her midday bathroom break. Stella shifted in her seat, settling in as much as the old, hard desk would allow. English was her last class before lunch, and because she had the latest lunch period, she couldn’t always wait until then to use the restroom. Because the Spanish and English classrooms were in the same hallway, she’d developed a habit of going to the bathroom between those two classes, taking a quick pee before going to Miss Heston’s class. Today, she missed that chance and was now sitting nervously in her desk, frantically trying to figure out if she’d be able to make it the whole 50 minutes of class. Under other circumstances – that is, if her bladder was exactly this full, but she wasn’t at school, and she wasn’t aware that she’d just been denied a regular opportunity to use the bathroom – Stella would have almost certainly been fine. But now, the anxiety of being in class (even though she sat in the back) was causing her need to spike, and she was uncomfortably desperate. And they were only five minutes into class. Stella tried to focus. She genuinely liked Last of the Mohicans; Miss Heston would occasionally give them quiet reading time in class, and she’d play the soaring, violin-heavy score from the movie adaptation with Daniel Day-Lewis. Stella knew that a lot of her classmates got bored with the excessive descriptions of nature, but she liked being able to picture the vast settings. Today, however, she couldn’t do it. She rarely participated in class discussion, but she was almost always attentive, listening to her classmates' comments and questions. She often bring up her own ideas after school, during her visits to Miss Heston’s classroom, but today, all of her attention was on her bladder. Her thoughts were sliding, careening toward a dark place as class went on, and she couldn’t control them. The remaining rational part of her brain as telling her that she was 18, not 8, and that needing to pee wasn’t a moral failure. But the deeply-ingrained part of her that said that she had to hold it or else was becoming more powerful. And more terrifying. Cherice tried not to look at Stella too much as she taught; she didn’t want to draw attention to the girl. But Stella was clearly uncomfortable, at best. She hadn’t looked up from her desk once, and she looked tense and fidgety. Cherice was starting to worry. In the back of the room, Stella wound her fingers together under the desk. There was still a half hour left in class, and all she could think about was getting to the bathroom. Well, more accurately, all she could think about was not having an accident. Stella was slipping. With every second that ticked by, she was drawn further and further back to her old gym, her coach standing on the mats, alternating between booming shouts and unnerving growls. Then, in private lessons, his voice would flip to low and silky, a voice that 8-year-olds should never hear. She always wanted to please him, to make him happy, yearning for those instances when he would look genuinely pleased and proud of her. Of course, those moments were few and far between, and she spent much more time feeling like she did now – sweaty, tense, and scared. She hated that feeling and thought she’d gotten past it, but here she was, a senior in high school, sitting in class with her favorite teacher, utterly unsure of whether or not she’d be able to make it to the end of class with her underwear dry. Stella’s shifting took on a more obvious quality, and Cherice realized that her student had to use the restroom. The teacher’s thoughts raced as she tried to balance teaching with her concern for Stella. She was convinced that calling Stella out, asking her to go on some errand or something, would only embarrass the girl and possibly damage the trust in their relationship. Perhaps should could think of some excuse to let class out a few minutes early… “…but if Magua is the bad guy, then how are we supposed to understand the impact of colonialism?” another student was asking. Cherice blinked, grateful for her familiarity with both the class and the source material. “That’s a great question,” she replied, risking another glance back toward Stella, who still hadn’t lifted her head, “and many people don’t actually stop to consider anything beyond just a single ‘bad guy’ in a story…” Stella was only vaguely aware that Miss Heston was talking and certainly wasn’t internalizing any of the lesson. She desperately wanted to hold herself, to shove a hand between her legs. There was no doubt that such an action would have made it certain that she’d last until the end of class, but she just couldn’t do it. What are you doing?! Filthy girl! Get your hands away from yourself! Shuddering at the unbidden memory, Stella clenched her hands under her desk. She was definitely shaking now, and perilously close to being too lost in her old trauma to even focus on the implications of losing control of her urine in a high school classroom. Dirty brat… Up front, Cherice would have sworn she saw tears in Stella’s eyes. She wanted to help so badly, but hadn’t been able to think of a reasonable solution. She couldn’t let the class go early, because some of the students weren’t going to lunch, and she’d get in trouble if she let them loose in the hallways, and she’s already dismissed any thought of singling out Stella and letting her leave (not that Cherice had been able to think of a good lie as a cover for that story, anyway). All she could do was hope that Stella could hang on for the last few minutes of class. Glancing at the clock, Cherice started to wind down the discussion. She hated the thought of cutting off curious and engaged students, but she didn’t want to end up in a situation where the class ran over. She wanted to make sure the students – well, Stella, obviously – could stand up as soon as the bell rang. There were just five minutes left in class, and Cherice could tell her plan was working. Most of the students were shuffling at their desks, making the kind of unsubtle movements that meant they wanted to start packing up their things, but hadn’t gotten permission just yet. Cherice refrained from sighing in relief as she finished answering one more question. “I think we’ll stop here for today,” she said authoritatively with three minutes left before the bell. Instantly, the noise in the room amplified as students started openly picking up their things. Cherice allowed herself a small smile. She’d made it, she’d- “Oh my god!” A burst of noise, different than the general sounds of shuffling, arose from the back of the room. Cherice’s stomach dropped as she saw a bunch of eyes fixed on the still-seated Stella. Pale yellow liquid streamed down all sides of Stella’s chair. The girl stared at her desk, not quite oblivious to the snickering of her classmates. “What the hell?” “Miss Heston, can you…” Another girl gestured unnecessarily toward Stella’s trembling form, a disgusted sneer on her face. Cherice couldn’t speak for a several seconds; she just slowly walked toward the back corner of the room, pushing her way through the smirking, murmuring students. “That’s enough,” Cherice finally said, raising her voice more than she would have liked. “Please line up by the door – class is almost over.” A few students didn’t move right away, but thankfully, the bell rang seconds after Cherice finished speaker, and that was enough to urge the class out the door. The last student, actually looking sympathetic instead of amused, shut the door behind him, muffling the sounds from the filling hallway. Stella’s heart beat so hard, it almost hurt. She wasn’t sure if she was still peeing or not. She hadn’t even really noticed when she’d started – all of a sudden, she’d actually been having an accident instead of barely holding back. Her head spun. It had been a long time since she’d been in front of an authority figure, soaked in pee, but the sensation took her right back to childhood, and she felt like a giant band was being squeezed around her chest. In the relative quiet, Cherice took a step toward Stella. The girl hadn’t moved. She looked positively frozen in place, every muscle in her body clenched, and her breaths were so shallow, Cherice was worried she’d pass out. “Stella…” Cherice whispered, taking another step. Stella twitched at the sound. Even though her head was down, Cherice could see the fine sheen of tears in the girl’s eyes, held in place by sheer will. Or terror. Cherice stood for a second, hand half reached out. She wanted nothing more than wrap the girl into the tightest hug, holding her as long as necessary, but Stella looked utterly petrified, and Cherice knew enough to know that touching her right now would probably make things worse. “Stella,” she said again, even softer. “You’re safe. It’s OK.” Stella quivered from head to toe, but didn’t jerk back, so Cherice slowly and quietly sat in the desk in front of her, facing backward toward her student. “Stella,” she repeated, voice low and soothing. “I promise you’re safe here. No one is going to hurt you. No one is going to get mad. I’m not mad,” she promised earnestly. Stella still didn’t look up, but she looked ever so slightly less tense. “You can stay here as long as you want,” Cherice continued, keeping her voice low and even. “I don’t have a class this period, so you’re safe here.” Finally, cautiously, Stella raised her eyes. Her chin still trembled, and the look she gave Miss Heston was one of pure supplication, silently begging for reprieve, for forgiveness, for mercy. Even as her heart broke, Cherice maintained eye contact, gazing at Stella with every bit of reassurance she could manage. “I promise,” she soothed. “I’m not mad. It’s OK.” Stella stared for another second, and then her face crumbled into quaking, painful sobs. She cried like she was releasing years of bottled up shame and terror through a drinking straw, like she had too much anguish to let out in an orderly fashion. Cherice leaned forward as Stella collapsed onto her desk. The teacher reached out and stroked along the back of Stella’s head, gently running her fingers through the girls hair, whispering reassurances while she cried. “It’s OK, sweetheart, it’s OK. You’ll be OK, don’t worry.” Stella’s entire body heaved as she cried into her arms. For an indeterminate amount of time, teacher and student sat in a half-embrace, the only sound in the classroom Stella’s sobs. “I’m sorryyyyyyy,” she wept, her voice muffled against the desk. “I didn’t m-mean toooooooo!” “Shhhhh,” Cherice whispered, still brushing her hand along Stella’s hair. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Stella. It was just an accident.” Stella cried a little bit harder, feeling the wetness all through her underwear, the fabric of her skirt chilly and sticky beneath her. She’d completely peed herself in high school, in the middle of class. All of her classmates had known what happened, and, as far as they must be concerned, it was for no reason. It’s not like she even asked to go to the bathroom, or was doing anything important. She’d just been sitting in a regular class and decided to pee in her chair like a belligerent toddler. “Please breathe, sweetie,” Cherice pleaded. “It’s going to be OK.” Leaning into Miss Heston’s gentle touch, Stella felt a shiver of release go through her body. She was exhausted from crying and from humiliation, and she knew she was almost all cried out. She inhaled deeply, listening to Miss Heston’s repeated reassurances. With one final sniffle, Stella sat up and looked at the kind, earnest face of her teacher. Stella could tell that Miss Heston wanted to fix things. She probably felt like it was her fault somehow, that she hadn’t done enough to make Stella feel safe, and Stella felt an extra layer of guilt for making her teacher worry. Cherice didn’t speak right away; she let Stella take a few minutes to compose herself (as much as one could while sitting in a puddle of their own making). She did, in fact, want to fix things, but only at Stella’s own pace. “I’m sorry,” Stella finally mumbled, wiping the back of her hand across her nose. “Oh, honey…” Stella shook her head, cutting off Miss Heston’s consolation. “I…” she stammered, “I know that you would have let me have a hall pass, and I’m not, like, scared of you or anything.” Cherice frowned sympathetically. She was at least pleased to hear that Stella hadn’t thought that she would have been denied permission to use the restroom, but she knew that the girl’s trauma ran deeper than that, anyway. Stella looked like she wanted to keep talking, but gulped instead, trying to steady herself. “Honey, is there anything I can do?” Cherice asked, filling the silence. Stella shrugged and wiped at her eyes. “It’s not your fault,” she said, not exactly answering the question. Cherice sighed. She correctly assumed that Stella’s accident was related to what her old coach had done to her, but she wasn’t sure why or how. She figured by now that Stella wasn’t going to offer any more information about her abuse, at least not at the moment, so she decided to try a different tack. “What was different today, honey?” she asked. “I don’t think you’ve ever had to go to the bathroom during my class before.” Stella’s eyes re-watered. The acute humiliation of wetting herself as a senior in high school wasn’t going to go away any time soon, and she had to take another few breaths before she could answer. “I…” she whispered, feeling young and a bit silly, “I usually go after Spanish, but Señora Cortez wanted to talk about the AP exam today, and I didn’t want to be late.” Cherice nodded, grateful for a distinctly solvable problem. Granted, her pending solution would have made a much bigger impact before the girl had an accident in class, but still. “I’m sorry that happened, Stella,” she said quietly. She paused to let her sympathy sink in before offering her suggestion. “If that ever happens again,” she began cautiously, not wanted to actually suggest that Stella would ever be at risk for peeing on herself again, “you can go to the bathroom. You can be late to my class, and I won’t write you up.” Stella bit her lower lip. “Everyone will know,” she whispered. “If I come in late, and you don’t write me up, everyone will know that you’re giving me special treatment because I…” Inhaling, Cherice thought quickly. She patted Stella’s hand and stood up, walking briskly to her own desk at the front of the room. She rifled through a stack of papers until she found the envelope she was looking for. “Here,” she said, handing it to Stella, “keep this with your supplies for my class. It’s a note from the administration, to me. If you ever have to be late again, you pull this out, and we’ll act like you were running an errand for me.” Stella looked up, eyes shining with tears again. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” Cherice promised. “I don’t think you’ll ever have to use it, but we have it, just in case.” Stella sniffled again, taking the envelope. “Thank you,” she whispered. Cherice smiled and held out her hand. “Ready to get cleaned up, honey?” she asked. Glancing down briefly, Stella nodded. She rose to her feet, but started shaking when she saw the full size of her mess. This time, Cherice didn’t hesitate before wrapping the teen in her arms. Stella whimpered against her teacher’s shoulder, still trembly from the emotional demands of the past hour. “You’re OK,” Cherice murmured, holding Stella tightly. “You’re OK.” Stella nodded deliberately, standing up straight, letting Miss Heston release her. The teacher smiled encouragingly, and Stella smiled shakily in return. “I’ll clean up here,” Cherice promised. “You just go take care of yourself. Come get me if you need anything.” Stella nodded again and headed to the door, looking to make sure the hallway was empty before sneaking out to her locker. Cherice watched for a moment after Stella left, then turned back to the puddle on the floor, knowing that the mess she was about to clean up was nothing compared to the mess that Stella had to face in her own mind every day.
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    NOTE: This content contains hentai and as such, if it does not suit your tastes, then feel free to ignore. Link to purchase: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ245112.html For those familiar with the series, it plays in the same vein as the previous entries. You play as a custodian who's goal is to scare each girl in a courage test until they faint and are yours for the taking. Your goal is to have each girl's heart rate or bpm high enough that they will faint by scaring them up to 3 times. The best case scenario is to have each girl reach 210+ bpm such that they will wet themselves upon fright and fall unconscious. Before each girl proceeds their trial, you can have them drink something that contains a diuretic, and later replays, a laxative and a combo of the two. If they do so, at the start of the first round, they will want to use the bathroom. You can choose to let them go and see them relieve themselves or have them hold it. If they hold it, should you ever scare them enough to have their bpm reach at least 180+, they will be incontinent but will not faint. Should they ever be incontinent or relieve themselves before the third scare/round, the prompt will not show up. In this version, you now have the option of either giving all the girls panties, diapers, randomize, or choose individually. You cannot change their underwear midgame and as such has to be decided at the start of the game. Should a girl wear a diaper, if you make them drink the stuff before their trial, they will relieve themselves in their diaper which you can see in one of the screenshots above. Should you rape at least 2 girls before finishing a game, you will unlock a suppository in subsequent playthroughs. This allows you to insert it into girls who have fainted such that at the end of the playthrough, all of the girls whom you've inserted it into will need to poop but either do not make it in time or you obstruct them from pooping, causing them to thus mess themselves. The link below is a post in their blog that contains the stats of each scaring tool and their effects on each girl. It also contains hints on how to unlock the other tools as well as the laxative, combo drink, and suppository. http://b.dlsite.net/RG01474/archives/51820044.html#more Last thing to add: The game is still being worked on, with a patch released recently for bug fixes. There are plans to add at least one more character as dlc/in an update akin to Courage Test 4, which had a friend of one of the characters as a new character. So stay tuned for further updates ?

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  13. This turned out long. Maybe not the longest I've ever posted here, but definitely up there. Thanks for reading! Happy belated New Year! *** It’s not that Mandy was eavesdropping, exactly. “Eavesdropping” implied some sort of sneaking or subterfuge; Mandy just happened to pay attention to conversations that happened around her locker. “Senior lock-in is the best night of the year!” Cassie insisted, sounding every bit like the blonde cheerleader she was. “It’s more relaxed than prom, and way cheaper, because you don’t have to rent a tux!” Out of the corner of her eye, Mandy saw Ethan give a hesitant half-smile. “It sounds cool,” he acquiesced. “I’ll think about it.” Cassie put her hand on Ethan’s arm, a move that Mandy had seen melt much stauncher men. “It’ll be such a good way to get to know everyone!” she wheedled. “You don’t want to be the guy who just came for senior year, and then no one remembers you!” Ethan pulled out his textbook, not meeting Cassie’s wide-eyed gaze. “It’s so chill!” she promised, sensing an opening. “Literally, you do whatever you want! There are quieter rooms with card games and stuff, and then the gym has sports and is really loud, but then the choir room is for people who want to sleep, so you don’t even have to stay up all night if you don’t want to!” Gathering her own supplies for her next class, Mandy knew Ethan was done for. If he didn’t give in now and agree to go to the lock-in, Cassie would have the entire cheer squad on him by lunch time. Any feasible excuse would be futile. He had to work? Cassie would personally find an underclassman to replace him. Didn’t want to buy tickets? Cassie would talk to the principal and get them for free. Literally anything to get the cute, mysterious new guy to come to the first big senior event of the year. “I’ll…” Ethan trailed off as he turned from his locker to see Cassie’s oddly persuasive smile. He exhaled softly. “Yeah, OK.” “Yay!!” Cassie leapt and clapped her hands together, looking for all the world like Ethan’s capitulation was the best thing that had ever happened to her. “I’ll make sure Mrs. Schaeffer has a ticket in your name in the main office!” The warning bell rang, and Cassie turned and skipped sideways down the hall, still chattering excitedly as she went. “You won’t regret it! It’s such a fun night! I’m so excited!!” Ethan rolled his shoulders back, looking bemused. Mandy closed her locker and stared appraisingly at him. “So what’s your deal?” she asked bluntly, never one to pass up a chance to get more of a story. “Huh?” Ethan blinked, as if he’d just realized Mandy was there. “Why were you so against the lock-in? And why did you let Cassie talk you into it?” Ethan straightened, then shrugged one shoulder, projecting casualness. “I didn’t want to miss work, but I guess I can get a sub,” he said smoothly. Tilting her chin up, Mandy narrowed her eyes. “I’m sorry.” Ethan had been looking behind him, nervous about getting to class on time, but he turned back at Mandy’s apology, confused. “Oh, it’s no big deal,” he said, shrugging again. “Like I said, I’ll get a sub…” “No,” Mandy shook her head, her face deliberately nonchalant. “I’m sorry I made you lie.” She stood just long enough to watch a look of alarm cross Ethan’s face, then turned to go to class. *** On Friday, the night of the lock-in, Mandy pulled her car into the school parking lot at about 7:30. There was no strict start time for the lock-in – some seniors actually just stayed after classes – but everyone had to be there by 8, when the doors of St. Benedict High School were locked. Then, the seniors had more or less free run of the school (no teachers’ lounge, no chemicals from the science rooms) until 1 PM the next day. There were snacks for the night, a continental-type breakfast, and then a big pizza lunch before everyone had to leave. Many students came already wearing sweats or pajama pants, while others had a change of clothes in their backpack, along with a toothbrush and any other items they deemed necessary for an enjoyable night: playing cards, extra snacks, movies for the rooms that had TVs set up, etc. For Mandy, her most important extra item was her camera. She was the head of the yearbook committee, since the school was too small to have a newspaper, and she took her job very seriously. Mandy wanted to be a reporter more than anything. She wanted to tell the truth, expose cover-ups, and give people as much information as possible, so they could be fully informed citizens. She wanted to get stories from the people who experienced them, not pundits talking on TV. Like many high school students of her generation, Mandy was irritated at the way she felt her generation was portrayed in the media. Between the cost of college (and the increased competition for many schools), stagnant wages, and school shootings, Mandy thought that it was well past time for younger people to have a voice, and she wanted to be part of that voice. And her desire to learn and share the truth had only grown more urgent since last school year. Just a few weeks before the summer, there had been a shooting at Belden High, which was about an hour and a half away from Mandy’s town. She didn’t know anyone there, personally, but St. Ben’s had played them a few times in various sports, and all of the students had been understandably shaken at something happening so close to home. Mandy more than most. In the weeks after the shooting, Mandy had obsessed over the thought that someone had to have known that the killer was angry, violent, and had access to a gun. Surely people knew by now that it could happen anywhere, that no one was safe. She knew, of course, that not every angry student was a shooter, and that there wasn’t a single set of behaviors that defined every killer, but she was still determined to notice things. Not just potential shooters, though – Mandy wanted to truly pay attention in her senior year and see who was in need, who was struggling, who needed encouragement around the school. She wanted to figure people out. And her current target was none other than Ethan Lane. Mandy looked around as she entered the cafeteria, where everyone had to gather for attendance and reading of the rules before the night began, but she didn’t see Ethan. Setting her things down on a chair, she mentally ran over what she knew about the transfer student. Ethan had shown up on the first day of school, tall and quiet. Because their class was comparatively small – only about eighty people – the presence of a new student in their senior year was pretty big news. However, though Ethan wasn’t exactly unfriendly, he wasn’t exactly forthcoming, either. When asked where he was from, he’d say something like “Oh, we moved around a lot, and now my mom got a job here.” When asked about his interests, he’d give a few generic answers, then say something about how he never really had time to do clubs or sports, because they moved so much. He didn’t talk much overall, so it’s not like his vague answers were overly suspicious, but Mandy had made it her mission to notice and understand, so… Ethan knew none of this. His only goal was to get through senior year without drawing too much attention. Even though spending the night in the school building didn’t sound at all appealing to him, he’d made the quick mental calculation while under Cassie’s persuasive gaze that not going was more noteworthy than going. And thus, Ethan found himself pulling into the school parking lot just before 8 on Friday night. He’d prepared, and he had a mental game plan – he’d just hang out with the class for a while, maybe watching a movie, maybe just chatting in the cafeteria, and then he’d feign weariness and find somewhere to sleep. Ethan steeled himself as he walked through the doors. He showed his ticket to the teacher at the check-in table, then scanned the room to see if there was some unobtrusive place to sit down. Cassie, surrounded by friends, waved him over enthusiastically, and Ethan had to settle for decidedly obtrusive instead. From her seat, Mandy watched Ethan intently. He looked uncomfortable, but not necessarily any more so than was warranted by the fact that he was the sole new kid walking into an overnight event. Still, she wanted to keep an eye on him. As Miss Lockwood, the AP English teacher and senior class advisor, stood to welcome everyone, Mandy slid out of her chair and sidled across the room to get a seat at Ethan’s table. The class was respectfully quiet as Miss Lockwood read through the rules – no alcohol, obviously, no sex, no destruction of school property, and no leaving before 1 the next day without explicit parental permission. She kept her words, short, however, and soon enough, the room erupted with friendly excitement. Some students sprinted off the find TVs, another group barreled toward the gym to start a dodgeball tournament, but Cassie and a handful of her friends stayed at their table. “So, Ethan!” Cassie grinned. “We’re so excited you decided to come! We’re so happy to have you in our class, and we can’t wait to get to know you better!” Ethan smiled. “I was actually hoping you could tell me more about all of you and the school,” he said smoothly. “You were right, Cassie – this is the perfect opportunity for me to learn everything the rest of you already know.” Cassie beamed, proud that her suggestion had been taken seriously, but Mandy was skeptical. This seemed like another ploy for Ethan to keep from having to talk about himself. “Here, before we get started…” Marisol pulled a bunch of bottles of Mexican sodas (all school-approved, of course) out of her bag, straight from her visit to her grandmother over the summer. “I brought plenty, so drink up!” Without even asking, she passed one to Ethan, who hesitated. “Don’t worry,” Marisol promised, winking, “there are no worms or weird, illegal herbs in them. It’s just like regular soda, just more flavorful.” “They’re great, Ethan, you’ll love them!” insisted Cassie. “Mari brings them every time she visits her family.” Ethan gave a half-smile and twisted the top off, having again decided that acquiescence was the way to go in this situation. He took a sip; the drink was really good, very fruity. It turned out to be a doubly strategic choice – as long as he had a soda, he could keep the bottle near his lips and use it as a chance to pause before answering any questions, often using that pause to quickly think of a way to deflect the conversation back to the other students at the table. It was an effective system, and Ethan barely had to speak over the next hour and a half, as Marisol kept replacing his empty bottles. Eventually, someone pulled out a pack of cards, and the table split into smaller groups, playing spades, hearts, and poker. It was a good way to pass the time, and Cassie had been right; it seemed like a pretty chill night. After far too many rounds of cards, with most people switching games at least once, and Ethan still not having to answer any detailed questions (much to Mandy’s consternation, as she’d very carefully kept within earshot of him), Cassie suggested heading to one of the TV rooms to relax and watch movies. Texts were sent, and it was determined that most of the group would head to the second floor religion classroom, where a Matrix marathon was currently going on. Ethan obediently followed the group upstairs; it was just after 11 now, and he’d promised himself he’d make it until midnight before “going to sleep.” Luckily, it was quiet in the classroom, save for the sounds from the movie. Ethan let out a breath, grateful to be further released from the demands of conversation. Settling into a desk, Ethan half paid attention to the screen, while Mandy fully paid attention to Ethan. He hadn’t said anything particularly strange or incriminating, but he still looked…off. Like he didn’t want to be fully involved, or like he was just waiting to be somewhere else. Mandy was partially right, at least. Ethan was more than ready to be somewhere else. He kept surreptitiously checking his phone as the movie went on, and finally, at 12:02 (he’d decided exactly midnight would be too suspicious), he shifted sideways. “I’m pretty tired,” he whispered to Cassie. “I think I’m gonna go find somewhere to sleep.” There were a few whispered protests, but Cassie shushed them. “I promised him we wouldn’t make him stay up all night!” She turned and smiled at Ethan. “Good luck – it’s always weird trying to sleep for real in a place that’s not meant for sleeping. We’ll see you in the morning!” Ethan visibly relaxed, grateful to have been released. “Yeah, see ya.” He slunk out of the classroom, carefully shutting the door behind him, but he didn’t head to the choir room. He hadn’t actually said that he was going to sleep in the designated room – just that he was going to sleep. Most of the teachers knew to clean out their rooms before senior lock-in, and others just kept their doors locked altogether. Ethan knew that Señora Garcia, the Spanish and Latin teacher, had a couch in her room and was relieved to find both the door open and no one else inside. He pulled his hoodie tight and curled up on the couch, proud that he’d made it to his self-assigned deadline. And deliberately ignoring the nagging sensation in his lower abdomen. Mandy, having faked a trip to the bathroom, watched Ethan step into the Spanish classroom. Hoping she wasn’t being too obvious, she glanced through the narrow window on the door and saw him sink onto the couch in the back of the room. Mandy sighed, mentally chastising herself for being paranoid. Ethan really did want to sleep. And for nearly three hours, he did just that. The school wasn’t huge, but it was big enough that the noise from the gym didn’t carry all the way around the building, and none of the TV rooms had the volume overly loud. Yes, it was slightly disconcerting to sleep in a dark school, but not so much that Ethan was unable to do so. Before 3 AM, however, Ethan awoke and spent a few seconds being confused before remembering that yes, he was in school overnight, and yes, he had just been sleeping on Señora Garcia’s couch. Once those realizations were complete, one more piece of awareness fell into place, and Ethan’s confusion was quickly replaced by terror. There was an awful, full feeling deep in his abdomen – one that he had directly planned against. Trying to remain calm, Ethan pulled out his phone. 2:53 Damn. There were still hours left. Ethan silently ran through his options, and managed to convince himself that he could just go back to sleep. This could be one of those weird times where it felt like he really had to pee, but then it didn’t actually get worse for a long time. He flipped over so he was facing the back of the couch and curled up, closing his eyes. He forcibly tried to fall asleep (which, of course, is a terribly ineffective way to fall asleep) for a half hour when an uncomfortable jolt from his bladder made him cringe and roll over. Now, Ethan was breathing hard. He knew what was going to happen, but he still tried to convince himself that he had options, that this wasn’t going to end horribly. Ethan sat up, pressing his thighs together. He rose and tiptoed toward the door, opening it as quietly as possible. He didn’t hear any noise coming directly from the hallway, so he stuck his head out to look around. He could hear distant noise coming from the gym, but he didn’t see anyone in the second floor hall. He carefully shut the door behind him, still trying to make as little noise as possible. The boys’ bathroom was on the other side of the school, so Ethan crept down the hallway, warily looking out for any classmates. Other than the noise from the gym, the school was eerily quiet. The main hallway lights were off, as were most classroom lights, and the safety lights gave off an odd glow, lending an uncanny feeling to the whole endeavor. Ethan walked slowly, rubbing his thighs together. As he approached the opposite wing, he began to breathe deeply, trying to convince himself that this would work. But as he pushed open the door to the restroom (empty, thank goodness), he knew his hopes were futile. He felt his pelvic muscles contract, and, even as he pulled himself free of his sweatpants, nothing happened. He clenched his teeth and bore down, but not one drop of urine escaped his exposed member. Ethan groaned and shoved his dick back in his pants. Stupid Mexican soda, he thought, though he knew he, not the soda, was to blame. Another wave of desperation rolled through his bladder, and Ethan gripped between his legs, thoroughly furious at his body’s lack of cooperation. He pressed his groin for a few seconds until the most immediate urgency passed, then tried to think of what else he could do. There was another bathroom on the third floor. Maybe, he told himself, it would be completely quiet up there, with no lingering noise from the gym, and he’d be able to relax enough… Back in the hallway, Ethan looked around again. He still didn’t see anyone, though he saw the flickering light, presumably from a TV, in the history classroom a few doors down. Deciding to be extra careful, he went the opposite way toward the main stairwell. The gym noise was more pronounced by the stairs, but it did diminish as he climbed up to the third floor. There seemed to be no one at all upstairs, which was both unnerving and relieving. As he turned left toward the bathroom, Ethan’s bladder spasmed, and he felt a leak slip into his underwear. He choked out a sob, then threw a hand over his mouth to muffle any noise. He shoved open the bathroom door, but his heart was already racing. The thing about school bathrooms is they all look pretty much the same, and as soon as Ethan set foot in the room, his muscles locked up completely. Frantically, Ethan once again stood in front of a urinal, pointing his dick at the bowl, but nothing happened. Despite the sheer volume of liquid inside of him, his bladder would not release. “Come ON!” Ethan leaned forward and pounded his fist against the wall, to no avail. Panicked tears prickled his eyes. His heart continued to race, and he feared he would pass out if he stayed in the bathroom. Stumbling out the door, hands pressed between his legs, no longer bothering to scan the hallway, Ethan shuffled forward, completely out of options. He couldn’t use the restroom like a normal person, no, and he couldn’t ask to leave, not that he’d make it until he got home, anyway. He leaked again, warm and glistening through his sweatpants, as if to underlie his mental calculus. Stupid Mexican sodas! Shuffling forward, Ethan frantically tried several doors before he found one that was unlocked. He tripped forward, barely pushing at the door to close it behind him. In the last part of his brain not consumed with terror and desperation, he realized that he was in the chemistry lab. Ethan lumbered about halfway across the room before lurching against one of the lab stations. He slid around the side of it, as if blocking his lower half from view of the door would somehow make this situation better. “No, no…” Ethan couldn’t help but whining as his leaks became more frequent. He was scared, he was angry at himself for getting into this situation, and he was in pain. Before he could think anymore, though, Ethan’s muscles gave out, and hot liquid gushed down his legs with almost mocking force. Ethan sagged against the chemistry station as he wet himself, hanging his head in defeat. This was always what was going to happen, of course, and he’d known it from the minute he’d woken up on the couch. His lower lip trembled, but he didn’t cry. The unfamiliarity of standing in a dark chemistry classroom at 3:30 in the morning served as a buffer to the worst of the humiliation of having an accident at age 18 in a technically public place. The trickling sound of his accident seemed to echo through the empty room, and Ethan tensed with shame. The feeling of physical relief was nothing compared to the fury he felt at himself for allowing this to happen. Out in the hallway, Mandy crept up the last stair and looked around. Still paranoid, she’d been making periodic checks of the Spanish classroom since Ethan had gone to sleep. When, at her last pass, she’d peeked in and seen him gone, she let herself get a bit nervous. She’d done a quick scan of the remaining “group” rooms, and, having come up empty, decided to search the third floor. She glanced around the hallway and noticed one door slightly ajar. The chemistry lab. Mandy’s heart rate spiked, and she tried her hardest to remain rational as she slowly stepped toward the unlatched door. Just because the new kid, the one who wouldn’t give a straight answer, was in the chemistry lab in the middle of the night, when nearly every member of the senior class was literally locked in the building, didn’t mean he was doing something cruel, right? Mandy paused outside the lab and listened. There was definitely someone in there; she could hear irregular breathing. She straightened her shoulders, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. Ethan’s head snapped up. He was standing about halfway across the room, half hidden behind a lab station. He looked horrified at being discovered, and Mandy felt her palms beginning to sweat. “What are you doing in here?” she demanded, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “N-nothing,” Ethan stammered, doing nothing to ease Mandy’s fears. “You’re not supposed to be in here.” Mandy took one step forward, reaching into her back pocket for her phone. “The door was open,” Ethan said, frozen by Mandy’s movement. She couldn’t see him, she couldn’t come any closer. “You shouldn’t be in here,” Mandy repeated, walking a bit closer, one step at a time, like she was in a wedding processional. “I just…wanted to see…” Ethan had no excuses. His brain was muddled and frantic, and all he wanted was for Mandy to stop moving toward him. He couldn’t tell, but Mandy was just as frantic. Ethan’s erratic behavior was all but confirming her suspicions. Each student looked in terror at the other, eyes wide, both petrified at what they thought was going to happen. “You’re not allowed…” “I didn’t mean anything…” “Ethan, what are you doing?” “Please stop…” “I can’t let you…” “No, please…” “You don’t have to do this…” “No, nooooo…” But Ethan’s pleas did nothing, and with one last forced step forward, Mandy stood in the aisle, staring directly at her classmate, finally able to take in the full scenario. The safety lighting in the chemistry room was dim, but enough for Mandy to see Ethan’s soaked pants and the giant puddle on the tile floor. “Oh!” she gasped. Her stomach flipped with relief, confusion, and secondhand embarrassment. She’d been so, so wrong. Ethan dropped his head, eyes welling with tears too numerous to hold back. His knees shook, and he braced himself against the lab station to keep from collapsing into his own mess. “I…” Mandy gaped in the silence, ashamed of her own paranoia. “Ethan, I’m sorry.” Ethan didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond. Mandy spoke again, compelled to explain herself. “I was scared. I was being unreasonable. I had convinced myself that you were, I don’t know, making a bomb or something, or hiding guns up here.” She saw Ethan’s shoulders tense and felt even worse. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated, voice small. “Ever since the Belden shooting, I’ve been super nervous about anything out of the ordinary. It’s stupid.” Mandy stared, but Ethan’s head was still down. She thought she saw a tear drip off his chin, and she wondered if she should just leave. She was just about to turn away when Ethan spoke. “It’s not.” Mandy leaned forward, unsure if she’d head correctly. “What?” “It’s not weird,” Ethan repeated, a bit louder, then sniffed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He finally looked up at Mandy, and the broken, knowing look on his face took her breath away. “It’s not weird to be scared.” Mandy allowed the weight of his words to wash over her, and then she knew. “You were there.” Ethan paused for a second, and another tear slid down his cheek. Then he nodded. “Oh, God.” Now Mandy felt even worse. Not only had she suspected a classmate with no real reasoning, she’d suspected a survivor. Mandy’s heart ached, but her intense curiosity and search for the truth kept her speaking. “Is that why you didn’t want to come tonight?” Ethan’s shoulders slumped. He’d told himself that this was exactly what he didn’t want to happen; he didn’t want anyone at St. Ben’s knowing where he’d come from, why he’d transferred. But now, standing in wet pants at nearly 4 in the morning, keeping his story bottled up didn’t seem like the best idea. He rolled his neck back and forth. “Kind of,” he finally answered. “I… I was in the bathroom when it happened. You know, you hear these awful noises, and you don’t let yourself realize what they are right away, because how could there be gunshots, you know? Even though that’s a thing now,” he added bitterly. “It was at the end of the school year, so, you know, we didn’t go back, and my parents were already looking for places to move, so I wouldn’t have to go back there, but then over the summer…” Ethan paused, embarrassed but compelled to continue. He took another deep breath. “We toured a few schools over the summer, because we wanted to make sure I felt comfortable in the building and the staff understood what had happened, but then at one, I had to go to the bathroom, but when I got in there, I just…couldn’t.” Ethan felt his face burn with shame at the admission, even though he’d already very obviously wet himself. He couldn't explain any more, even though he was pretty sure Mandy still didn't understand. She'd think it was just anxiety, PTSD or something, but it was more than that. He physically couldn't go in school bathrooms, and he hated himself for it. After a few seconds, realizing there was no more to that particular bit of the story, Mandy spoke up. “So you just…never go at school?” Ethan shook his head miserably. “I go right before I drive here, and then I just don’t drink anything, or not much of anything, during the day, so I never have to.” “But…” Stunned by this new information, Mandy tried to understand. “…how were you planning on making it through the lock-in? It’s 17 hours!” If possible, Ethan’s face fell even further. “My mom spoke to Miss Lockwood and got permission for me to leave at 8 AM,” he explained. “I thought I just had to make it til then.” “And then Marisol brought the sodas,” Mandy filled in, everything clicking into place. Ethan nodded, and a fresh batch of tears fell from both eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry I scared you.” “Oh –“ Mandy couldn’t help but reach toward him. “Ethan, no. Please…it’s not your fault.” Ethan blinked rapidly, futilely trying to clear the tears out of his eyes. Between his accident and his confession, he was exhausted and out of all ability to control his emotions. “Look…” Mandy reached out again. “Ethan, let me help.” Sniffling, child-like, Ethan looked up. “Where’s your bag?” Mandy asked, quietly taking control. “Did you bring extra clothes?” Ethan shook his head, crestfallen. “I…I didn’t think I’d be staying.” “That’s fine,” Mandy soothed. “I’ll sneak into the drama room. There’s bound to be something in there. Stay here,” she ordered. “I’ll be back soon.” In the silence left by Mandy, Ethan sniffled deeply. Disgusted, he stepped out of his puddle and grabbed some paper towels from the cleaning station to clean up his accident. It was an obnoxiously big puddle, and by the time he was wiping up the last of it, Mandy slipped back in the lab. “Here.” She laid a few options on the table, none of which were as bright or sparkly as Ethan had feared. “I…” Ethan stared at the pants, knowing they didn’t solve all of his problems. He looked back up at Mandy, imploringly. “I can’t stay,” he murmured. “What…what if I have to go again?” Mandy tilted her head to the side, thinking. She knew better than to try to convince Ethan that it would be fine. “Does Miss Lockwood know that you went to Belden?” she asked. Ethan nodded. “OK, then let me talk to her. I won’t tell her what happened!” Mandy insisted quickly, seeing Ethan’s anxious reaction. “I’ll just tell her that you’re uncomfortable being here. I’m sure she’ll let you go.” Mentally, Ethan warred with himself for a few seconds, but the fear of having to pee again won out. “OK,” he whispered. Mandy left to seek out the senior advisor, and Ethan quickly stripped off his sticky, cooling pants and underwear, reeling from the events of the last 45 minutes. He slipped on a pair of gray flannel pants, silently sending an apology to the arts department. A few minutes later, Mandy returned, smiling softly. “Miss Lockwood said it’s fine,” she explained, and relief hit Ethan like a bucket of cold water. “She said she’d meet us downstairs to let you out the side door. You just have to promise to text when you get home.” Ethan could only nod, nearly lightheaded with the consolation that he didn’t have to stay any longer. Mandy was already walking toward the door, narrating soothing words. “No one will see us. Most everyone is asleep by now, and the ones that aren’t won’t be anywhere near the side door. Don’t worry.” Downstairs, Miss Lockwood smiled encouragingly at Ethan and made no comment about the pants balled up in his arms. She unlocked the door, then respectfully stepped aside. “Are you going to be OK?” Mandy asked, staring up at Ethan earnestly. Ethan looked out toward the parking lot, the sense of impending comfort and freedom already easing the tightness in the back of his throat. He looked down at his unlikely rescuer. “I will be.”
  14. View File GGTB-21 Here I am with my last superheroine video for now ? I am deeply sorry that this one isn't a supercut. This JAV had so much content in it that I never got around to making one. But rest assured, this video is filled with multiple wettings in various scenarios, in both schoolgirl and superheroine costumes. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril in the future! ? [My next mega compilation is almost halfway done as of this post] Submitter Nephron Submitted 01/03/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  
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    Here I am with my last superheroine video for now ? I am deeply sorry that this one isn't a supercut. This JAV had so much content in it that I never got around to making one. But rest assured, this video is filled with multiple wettings in various scenarios, in both schoolgirl and superheroine costumes. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril in the future! ? [My next mega compilation is almost halfway done as of this post]

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    Here I am with another superheroine wetting supercut ? This particular video has it all. Fear, pain, stimulation, dream, bed wetting. In both office wear and superheroine costume. As always, let me know if you want the full JAV, I'll gladly provide it. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! ?

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  17. View File JOVD-024 SUPERCUT Here I am with another superheroine wetting supercut ? This particular video has it all. Fear, pain, stimulation, dream, bed wetting. In both office wear and superheroine costume. As always, let me know if you want the full JAV, I'll gladly provide it. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! ? Submitter Nephron Submitted 01/03/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  
  18. View File GEXP-92 & GHOR-50 SUPERCUT Back with another two videos from my superheroine collection ? Today's two videos may look familiar to some people here, as I believe it has been uploaded by DuffMan as part of a larger compilation. However I came across the full JAV on my own and made my own supercut which I believe has more wetting scenes and each are longer as well. Fear wetting fans would love these two videos, is what I would say. Especially GHOR-50, which is one of my favorite omorashi videos of all time. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! ? Submitter Nephron Submitted 12/06/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
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    Back with another two videos from my superheroine collection ? Today's two videos may look familiar to some people here, as I believe it has been uploaded by DuffMan as part of a larger compilation. However I came across the full JAV on my own and made my own supercut which I believe has more wetting scenes and each are longer as well. Fear wetting fans would love these two videos, is what I would say. Especially GHOR-50, which is one of my favorite omorashi videos of all time. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! ?

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  20. View File TGGP-81 Superheroine Wetting SUPERCUT Second upload from my superheroine wetting videos obtained ? This one had to be my absolute favorite among all the videos I found. It had multiple wetting scenes and each of them are so good. For some reason, she's really good at wetting herself. Absolute marvel to watch. Watch for yourself! There is some nudity, sex, and some stimulation wetting as well, so be warned if that is something you dislike. If you want the full JAV, just let me know ? My uploads from now on will only have 1 to at most 3 JAV supercuts in each upload until my next Mega Compilation. So stay tuned for more ? Submitter Nephron Submitted 12/01/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
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    Second upload from my superheroine wetting videos obtained ? This one had to be my absolute favorite among all the videos I found. It had multiple wetting scenes and each of them are so good. For some reason, she's really good at wetting herself. Absolute marvel to watch. Watch for yourself! There is some nudity, sex, and some stimulation wetting as well, so be warned if that is something you dislike. If you want the full JAV, just let me know ? My uploads from now on will only have 1 to at most 3 JAV supercuts in each upload until my next Mega Compilation. So stay tuned for more ?

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  22. View File Superheroine Wetting Mega Compilation It took me months to dig, cut, and compile in my spare time, but I'm happy it's finally done guys! This is a mega compilation of clips from over 40 superheroine JAVs, most found on this amazing blog and some found on other AV sites. I manually dug through the entire blog's clips to search for wetting scenes, before cutting them out and compiling them all here. The blog has such an amazing collection of superheroine JAV that I would easily have missed out some that had wetting scenes inside, so I apologize in advance if there are. Until now the blog is still being constantly updated so I'll occasionally check back for more. I also searched on other AV sites to add on to the collection by searching up popular series titles that contained wetting scenes more frequently. Alas, I believe there are still many many more out there I did not manage to procure. Most of the wetting occurs as a result of fear, torture, pain, stimulation, and others. I split the compilation into 3, each of them spans about 30-40 minutes long. The quality isn't amazing, so I apologize for that. At the very least it should still be perfectly watchable. There are title cards (pathetically made in WMM) before each clip so you'd know which JAV clip it is from. If you want any specific video (either the wetting scene cut on its own or the full JAV), just tell me its title and I'll gladly give it to you. If you enjoyed these, which is all I could ask for, fret not because there's more on the way. Some of the clips I found will be uploaded outside from this mega compilation, because I felt that they truly deserved their own shine. Most of them have multiple amazing wetting scenes on their own. So keep a lookout for them Lastly, shoutout to @DuffMan for making fall in love with superheroine videos, as well as all his Fear Wetting compilations. Hoping this can help contribute to his legacy. Submitter Nephron Submitted 11/29/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
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    It took me months to dig, cut, and compile in my spare time, but I'm happy it's finally done guys! This is a mega compilation of clips from over 40 superheroine JAVs, most found on this amazing blog and some found on other AV sites. I manually dug through the entire blog's clips to search for wetting scenes, before cutting them out and compiling them all here. The blog has such an amazing collection of superheroine JAV that I would easily have missed out some that had wetting scenes inside, so I apologize in advance if there are. Until now the blog is still being constantly updated so I'll occasionally check back for more. I also searched on other AV sites to add on to the collection by searching up popular series titles that contained wetting scenes more frequently. Alas, I believe there are still many many more out there I did not manage to procure. Most of the wetting occurs as a result of fear, torture, pain, stimulation, and others. I split the compilation into 3, each of them spans about 30-40 minutes long. The quality isn't amazing, so I apologize for that. At the very least it should still be perfectly watchable. There are title cards (pathetically made in WMM) before each clip so you'd know which JAV clip it is from. If you want any specific video (either the wetting scene cut on its own or the full JAV), just tell me its title and I'll gladly give it to you. If you enjoyed these, which is all I could ask for, fret not because there's more on the way. Some of the clips I found will be uploaded outside from this mega compilation, because I felt that they truly deserved their own shine. Most of them have multiple amazing wetting scenes on their own. So keep a lookout for them Lastly, shoutout to @DuffMan for making fall in love with superheroine videos, as well as all his Fear Wetting compilations. Hoping this can help contribute to his legacy.

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    As commissioned by @pp123 last month, here's another tale from ToiletStool.com that had been on radar for awhile now that was bumped up just in time for Halloween. Using a re-purposed design from another fan favorite comic, this one is about a girl named Jenna whose nerves make her lose control of her bowels twice in her young adult life, and both incidents occur in front of a younger sibling, amplifying the embarrassment in a fashion I love to personally embellish. The second time she also pees her pajamas, so since not everyone here is a fan of messing I made a separate version of part 2 where all references to poop are removed so that you can still enjoy the more precious aspects of this story. This comic is collectively 26 pages, and as usual there are high-resolution copies as well as scaled down versions for easier reading. Purchasing gives you both the full story and the redacted edition for everyone just here for the wetting. These commissions have had me working nonstop so bear with me if my releasing schedule wavers a bit. I'm at least extremely happy that all my customers are patient and more than satisfied with the work I provide, so thank you for everything y'all do to support this struggling artist!

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  25. I still live with my parents. I tend to hear voices well ,at least i think that those sounds are voices(like that they arrived home)when i'm home alone and wearing a diaper. And of course i don't want to get caught. I also tend to hear these when i just simply masturbate. And sometimes(but very rarely) i hear them if i don't do these and just simply home alone. DO you also encounter these things if you're afraid to get caught or is it just me?
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