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  2. nanny reminds her View File scared of the slipper Submitter robster67 Submitted 07/14/2023 Category Female  
  3. nanny punishes daisy View File saw one from this studio on forum so heres another got 100+ files of this lady b4 she disappeared Submitter robster67 Submitted 07/14/2023 Category Female  
  4. View File Fear Wetting Compilation Volumes 62-78 Fear Wetting Compilation Volumes 62-78 17 new volumes adding 6 1/2 hours of ladies terror pissing! Includes extended versions of Powergirl Blue Ranger and Princess Altina with additional omo and lewd scenes. For any operating system I would always recommend using VLC for playback. Previous volumes (along with links to all other previous volumes and extended scenes) can be found below --> Submitter DuffMan Submitted 07/04/2023 Category Female  
  5. Thought it'd be fun to start a thread. What's a fantasy you can't wait to try out? I'll start, I'd love for my partner to bind my hands behind my back. Not let me up to use the bathroom, even pull my hair and tell me I have to wait till he says I can go. And when I bust all over myself, I want him to bend me over his knee and spank me....would be really nice if he pee'ed on my wet panties since I didn't make it and to not just go into writing straight porn. Have his way with me after that and really punish me.
  6. Here's a story written by myself and my boyfriend. These are our OCs from a dead fandom (which I don't exactly know much about, I was just asked to make an OC and I became attached). I'll attach some images when my boyfriend is finished drawing my OC, but I'll give some quick descriptions: Maarin: Tall, and too thin from not taking care of himself. He's 6', has long, thick black hair that goes to his thighs, and grey skin with violet undertones. He has tall horns and violet eyes with yellow corneas. Physicality, he looks around 25. Arctil: Gruff, incredibly hairy. Stout, with plenty of muscle, but under a round stomach with thick thighs. He's 5'5. Grey skin with red undertones and medium length, fat horns. He has red eyes with yellow corneas. Physically he looks 35 Issane: Short and skinny, but a plump ass. Shoulder length black hair, which has a pink stripe. He has short round horns. He's 4'11 and his eyes are pink with yellow corneas. His skin is grey with pink undertones. Physicality he's 24 They are all gods of their world, but they didn't start out their lives that way. They change their outward appearance when they go out usually so that they can live "normal" lives. --- This story will have wetting, diapers, and a focus on humiliation, and maybe pet play and collars. There will be cgl undertones, but it isn't meant to be a huge aspect of this story. Some of the tags haven't happened yet, but there's more I'd like to add to this story, so they'll be added later. My boyfriend has a spanking kink, and I hope I wrote it correctly, but if I didn't suggestions and tips are 100% welcome and encouraged, and that goes for anything. Now to get on with the story! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Here you go," Maarin says, handing Issane another cup of tea. Issane drinks it quickly, too focused on his game to notice his rapidly filling bladder. He’ll happily spend his day exploring dungeons and building towers. It isn’t until he begins squeezing his legs tightly together that he notices just how badly he has to pee, and after far too many cups of tea. He carefully scoots off of his plush chair. Issane hobbles his way to the bathroom as quickly as his little legs will carry him, but to his dismay, it’s locked. He quietly knocks on the door with one hand, the other grabbing himself to try to keep the flood in. "C-can I come in p-pleasse?" "Just a moment," Maarin answers back. Issame bites his lip, he doesn’t think he has a moment. He lets out a low whine. He knocks again, "Maarin, please, can I come in?" Despite how tightly he squeezes his legs together, or how desperately he holds himself, he can feel drops running down his legs. He whimpers, legs shaking. Arctil chooses that moment to walk in the front door. He sets his black cowboy hat on a hook by the door, smiling all the way, before turning the corner into the hallway. "M-Maarin?" He begs, eyes filling with tears. He couldn't have another accident, Arctil had made his threat very clear for if he had another. Issane didn't want it to come to that. It was too much, too humiliating. He could control himself! Even if… sometimes, he didn’t make it. It wasn’t like it happened that often, right? Maarin and Arctil didn’t seem to have an issue like his but.. It was Maarin's fault anyway for hogging the bathroom, never mind the fact that it hadn't been very long since he knocked on the door. "I'm home early! What're you guys—" he stops, inspecting the scene before him. Issane, humiliated from being found in such a state, knocks again. "Pleeease! I- I'm going tt-to—" Hearing Arctil's voice, Maarin opens the door, and sets a hairbrush down on the bathroom counter. He holds the door with one hand, the other on the door frame. Issane’s battle is soon over. Issane looks up at Maarin, and he means to push him out of the way, or at least make an attempt to, but the moment he takes a small step he feels warmth beneath his fingers, and roll down his tiny, wound up legs. He looks down and sees the piss creating a large wet patch on his light brown pants. He tries to stop the flow, but he's lost all control. He continues to make a mess right in front of the bathroom. So, so close. Both Arctil and Maarin are staring at him, Arctil with a mixture of bewilderment and fascination. Maarin’s eyes are calculating, and Issane can see a hint of a smirk, but he’s not quite sure what it means. It tells Arctil all he needs to know. The puddle grows beneath his feet, and Maarin has to take a step back to avoid it. Issane's face grows hot, and with the overwhelming emotions he forgets how to speak, not that he'd know what to say anyway. "I-I I- uhm—" he stammers. Arctil crosses his arms and looks at the two of them. "I guess someone DOES need some 'protection'" Arctil says while looking at the puddle, which has finally stopped growing, going just beyond the bathroom door, spreading halfway to Arctil’s feet. "and someone else needs a lesson to know he needs to be nice." This time looking pointedly at Maarin. Maarin shifts uncomfortably, "I don't know what you mean. Clearly he just can't control himself, being so small and all," Too ashamed to speak, Issane steps out of the puddle and takes off his soaked socks. Maarin steps to his left, never taking his eyes off Arctil. Issane goes into the bathroom and shamefully places his sopping socks into the hamper. He grabs a dirty towel to clean up his puddle of mortification. "I know you were in the bathroom on purpose." "I was only in there for five minutes!" Issane quietly cleans up the floor, hoping to not draw any attention to himself, tears slipping down his face all the way. "Can I trust you not to make any more messes while I 'take care' of this over here?" Arctil says, gesturing to Maarin. Face still burning, Issane nods, trembling slightly. "And don't think I've forgotten about your punishment, either." Arctil leads Maarin into the other room, holding him by the fin. Issane can soon hear the telltale thawp. Maarin’s echoed pleas and sobs can be heard clearly throughout the small house. "But I didn't do anything!" Issane, still in his damp, quickly cooling pants, grabs the mop from the kitchen. He shivers as he mops. After thoroughly cleaning the floor, Issane steps into the bedroom and watches a familiar scene. "Put your hands on your head, and get your ass in that corner." Arctil takes notice of Issane’s presence, but doesn’t address him just yet. "You should know better than that, and you knew I'd be mad, and what would happen." Maarin stares at the corner and sniffs, but mumbles under his breath, "not my fault..." "What was that?" Arctil gives him another thawp. Arctil turns with his back now facing where Maarin stands. "Now, what am I supposed to do with you?" Arctil raises an eyebrow, taking in the wet boy before him. Issane shuffles forward, and Arctil grabs his small wrists and pulls him onto his lap and over his knee. Thawp. Thawp. Thawp. "You should've known better. You should be able to control yourself better than that pitiful sight I saw today." Thawp. "I-" sniffle "tried, but I—" Issane realizes something then, something he should have guessed already, but had somehow already forgotten. "The tea! This is Maarin's fault!" Sniffle. "Tea, Maarin? "I don't know what he's talking about." He says too quickly. "H-he was bringing me tea all day! I jus' thought he was being nice..." Sniffle. Arctil sighs, his hands full once again. "You should've realized at some point. You didn't think that was a suspicious amount of tea?" "N-no. I was… Distracted. And it did taste nice..." Issane's face was once again burning in shame. Arctil was right. He was always right. He stares at the floorboard, still positioned over Arctil’s lap. Thawp. Arctil pulls off Issane's pants and underwear to continue the spanking, throwing them off into a corner. Arctil begins spanking in earnest. "Stooop! Please! It wasn't m-my fault!" The pain was getting worse, and Issane couldn't stay still any longer, his legs kicking uncontrollably. "Stop! I'll be good! I'll be good!" Arctil doesn't stop. "I wouldn't have to do this if you could control yourself, would I?" Arctil rests his large hand on Issane's now very pink ass, giving it a slow rub, "but I guess you're just too small, huh?" Issane hides his face as well as he can, already painfully aware of his size, especially splayed across Arctil's lap as he was. Maarin snickers from his corner, glad to not be in the same position. "I haven't forgotten about you either, Maarin. Your punishment isn't over yet, especially not now." Maarin gulps audibly. Arctil continues his spanking. Issane tries to get away, but Arctil is no match for him, and he's held firmly in place. He continues until Issane is an incoherent mess of tears and pleas. When he’s finally finished with him, Arctil, very gently, leads him to a corner on the opposite end of the room from Maarin. "Turn around and look at me." "Y-yes daddy." Maarin timidly turns to face Arctil. "Now, why did you do that to Issane today?" is voice is stern, commanding. Maarin mumbles something indistinguishable. "What was that?" Arctil says, placing his hand on the back of Maarin’s neck. "Because he beat me at chess," pause, "D-daddy." "Because— because he beat you at chess? Did I hear that correctly?" Arctil pinches the bridge of his nose. Maarin hesitantly nods. "With your words, Maarin" "Y-yes that's why, Daddy." "You thought that this was a better option than, say, a rematch?" "Yes, Daddy." That did make more sense, didn't it? The heat on his face almost matched that on his bottom. "Okay then, come here." Arctil sighs and takes off his belt. He instructs Maarin to put his hands on the wall. "I'll give you 10 strikes for that, but I'm not holding back. Count for me. If you don't, I'll start allll over" Arctil caresses his belt as he stares at Maarin hungrily. He takes a deep breath, he needed to be composed for this. "Y-yes Daddy." . Thwump "One." Thwump. "Two." And it continues until Maarin can barely get the words out. "N-n-I-ne." Twump. "T-tennn!" Maarin is a blithering mess, not a hint of his usual decorum in sight. Arctil gently takes Maarin into his arms and pets his hair. "You know why I had to do that, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy." It barely comes out as more than a whisper. Arctil kisses the top of his head. "You did very good. Now stand right there while I finish with Issane." Arctil takes Issane by the arm, dragging him over to the bed where he gently pushes him down. "Stay right there." Arctil strides over to the closet where he pulls out a bundle of supplies. He carefully carries it over to the bed, where he sets his implements. Arctil looks at Issane for a moment before saying in a stern, but gentle voice, "You know what's about to happen, don't you?" Issane nods. "What was that?" "Yes, Daddy." He whispers. “Good boy.” Arctil riffles through his supplies and pulls out a packet of wipes. He tenderly lifts Issane's legs and begins cleaning off any residue from his earlier accident. The wipes irritate his pink bottom, making Issane whimper pitifully. Arctil takes some lotion and lovingly applies it to Issane's sore ass. "You might get some lotion too, Maarin, if you weren't so naughty today." Maarin isn't sure if he's supposed to answer to that, so he gives a small "Yes, Daddy." Next, was the more difficult part. Issane's legs still in the air, Arctil slides the fluffy garment under him. "No! I'll be good! I'll be good! I'm not a baby!" "I told you what the consequences would be if you pissed yourself again, and here we are." "But it wasn't my f-fault!" "You should have noticed something was up sooner. And if you could pay more attention to your body, then maybe you’d be in a better position. And if it really wasn't your fault, then maybe you do need this. You sad, little thing.” "O-okay" Issane guessed he was right, and it made sense once he'd said it, but he'd really tried. Didn't that count for something? "What was that?" "Y-yes Daddy." Issane thought he was all out of tears, but newfound humiliation started it all again. Arctil lead Issane off the bed and turned to look once again at a now pouting Maarin. "And now, neither of you are allowed to wear pants for the rest of the day. So then everyone knows just how naughty you were today." Issane and Maarin look at eachother in horror. “But— “ “You can’t— “ they shout in unison. “No arguing. Now into the kitchen, I’m starving. Have you guys even eaten anything today?” “Uhmm…” Issane mumbles something, and Maarin stays silent. “For fuck's sake, you two, what have you done all day?” Arctil gives them a little shove from their behind and ushers them into the kitchen. “Well, get on, then.” Shamefully they shuffle forward, trying to hide the evidence of their punishment, both attempting to pull down their shirts to hide their behinds. Arctil swats their hands away, “that’s to be seen, not hidden.” Arctil brushes past them into the kitchen to find something to make. “You know, I wanted to go out tonight, but I think you two would be opposed to that now.” They look at each other, hopefully. “No, you’d still have to bare your punishments, but for all the world to see.” “Oh. “ Issane says softly. Maarin flushes thinking about the scenario proposed. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Arctil makes a show of looking in all the cabinets and frowning. “Hmm… Maybe we’ll order something? Yeah, I think we’ll do that. Now sit at the table while I call it in.” The two naughty boys look at the hard wooden chairs in front of them. Issane sits first and winces as he does. Maarin takes a deep breath and whimpers when his sore ass touches the hard surface. Maarin felt almost jealous of Issane’s padding, almost. Arctil holds the phone with his shoulder as he sits juice boxes and apple slices in front of them. He makes a motion for them to eat as he continues to order. When he’s done ordering, he picks up an apple and takes a large bite, juice getting in his beard. “Can you two behave when I go get our food, or will I have to take you with me?” When he thinks no one is looking, Issane sneaks an apple slice onto Maarin’s plate. Arctil raises his eyebrows, but chooses not to say anything. Arctil makes a quick decision and sighs, “Okay, you two better not move. I’ll be right back, and I’ll know if you get up.” “Yes, Daddy.” they say in unison. Arctil grabs his keys and looks behind him as he slowly makes his way to the door. He walks out the front door, but opens it back quickly after, just to do a quick peek. “Be good.” and he’s off. “We can’t get up at all?” Issane whines. He wiggles in his seat. “I don’t want to sit here.” “Well, it’s your fault we’re sitting here, so I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” “No it isn’t!” “Well, you let it happen.” “I- I guess you’re right.” Issane feels tears prickling at his eyes. He sniffles sadly. Maarin, in a rare moment of sympathy, feels bad for what he’s done. “No, no, it’s okay. I’m sorry. You’re still pathetic, but I shouldn’t have made it worse.” They sit in silence for a few minutes, lost in their thoughts, and memories of earlier events. “Would you tell on me if I snuck to the bathroom while he’s gone?” Maarin smirks, “What, do you have to pee already?” Issane whines sadly in response, and mumbles something about tea. “Oh, okay. I won’t tell. But only if you don’t tell him if I get up, either.” “Okay, deal.” Maarin stands up and stretches his long limbs, feeling the sting on his ass as he gets off of the wooden chair. Issane begins his way to the bathroom when he realizes something important. How would he take it off and put it back on without Arctil knowing? “Maarin, he’ll know, won’t he?” Maarin thinks for a moment, “He probably would, yeah.” Issane presses his thighs together. “This isn’t fair.” “Come here,” Maarin opens up his arms, and Issane steps into them. “I’m sorry.” Issane whispers. Maarin feels a pang in his chest. He holds Issane tighter. “Let’s say it was both of our faults. I’m sorry, too.” The door suddenly swings open, Arctil holding far more bags of food than would be reasonable if it weren’t, well, Arctil. They freeze in place, their stomach in knots. “I thought I told you two not to move? But I’m glad you’ve made up at least.” Arctil says as he places his many bags on the table. Issane and Maarin relax their shoulders and let out a collective sigh of relief. Before they can do anything else, however, Arctil gives them both a firm swat on their rumps. Arctil sets out many dishes of food and begins filling three plates for them all. “Alright, come sit down, you idiots.” Arctil goes to the fridge as they get settled, grabbing himself a beer and violet and pink colored lemonade for his naughty boys. Once Arctil is settled, they begin eating their dinner. Maarin has a plate of smiley face fries, popcorn shrimp, and a side salad. Issane has a side of spinach, smoked salmon, and smiley face fries as well. Arctil has everything. Salmon, a steak, popcorn shrimp, mashed potatoes, spinach, a pile of rolls, and a cup of corn. Issane winces as he takes a sip of lemonade and wiggles in his seat. Maarin puts a comforting hand on his thigh. “You two okay over there?” They both nod. Arctil raises an eyebrow, but decides to leave it for now. He finishes quickly and downs his beer. He takes his dishes to the sink and looks over to see how close they were to being finished. They’d barely even started. He sighs. Do they always have to eat so slowly? Issane suddenly pushes his plate away and spits something into a napkin. The smiley fries were gone, but the spinach was nearly untouched. “I- I’m not hungry anymore.” he looks a bit ill. “Okay, if you say so. But you’ll be eating more at breakfast tomorrow.” Arctil thinks for a moment, “you’re not wet, are you?” he walks towards Issane about to check. Issane shakes his head furiously. “No! I’m not! I’m not!” “But he probably will be soon.” Maarin mumbles into his drink. Maarin pushes his plate back, his shrimp and smileys gone. “I’m done.” and he finishes his drink. “Well, then I guess it’s time for bed, since you two had such an eventful day.” Feeling subdued, they don’t argue, just follow Arctil into the bedroom. “Now I think you need something to remind you to be good. Come here Maarin.” Maarin steps forward, and Arctil pulls him over his lap. “Just a few swats as a reminder, Okay?” “Yes Daddy.” Thawp. Thawp. Thawp. “Wait, wait! Let me up!” Maarin squirms and struggles against Arctil. “Oh? Why should I do that?” “I- I have to…” the last part of his sentence inaudible. “You have to what?” “I have to… pee.” Maarin struggles a bit, but is held firmly in place. Arctil gives another hard swat to Maarin’s behind. Maarin whimpers. “S-stop!” “Should I?” He continues. Thawp. Thawp. Thawp. Maarin is shaking, from the effort, the pain, and the overwhelming sensations and emotions. He felt like a live wire curled into a ball. “P-please…” Arctil continues. It only takes a couple more swats and Maarin involuntarily relaxes, a quiet gasp escaping him, Arctil’s lap becoming wet. “Nooo…” he lets out a strangled whine. “Now you know how Issane felt, don’t you?” Maarin can only nod pitifully in response, shame radiating off of him. “If something like this happens again, you’ll be padded with him.” He looks seriously into Maarin’s eyes, making sure he gets the gravity of the situation. Arctil gently sets Maarin on a wooden stool in the corner. Arctil removes his pants, revealing a pronounced erection in his underwear. “Come here, Issane.” Issane makes small steps forward, trying to keep his legs as close together as possible, but also trying not to be too obvious about his clear need. Arctil grabs Issane’s wrist and pulls him onto his lap. Arctil’s knee presses painfully into his bladder. Arctil gently rubs his back before beginning. Thawp. Thawp. That’s all it takes before a loud hissing sound can be heard. Arctil can feel the diaper grow warm when he gives a last couple of swats. Arctil sets Issane gently on his feet before pulling him in for a hug. "Hush now, it's alright, I'm done now." He lets him go then places a finger underneath his chin, making him lift his face so that he'll meet his gaze. "You did well, honey. You took it very well." He runs his hand down the front of Issane's diaper, and it takes all of Issane's willpower to not buck against his hand. He knows better than to do that, but the idea of his daddy's rough fingers pressing his soiled padding against his miniscule bulge, rubbing it into him…. Issane can only whine when Arctil removes his hand, and shoots him a warning look. He turns his attention to Maarin then, who had curled into himself on the stool, legs drawn up to his face, revealing plainly his battered ass and sticky thighs. "Alright now, sweetheart, you can come over here now too. You're not in any more trouble." At this, he seems to perk up, and shakily walks over, though he's unable to meet either of their eyes. Arctill places a hand on his lower back. "Honey, I know it hurts, and I know you're ashamed, so I want you to listen closely. You need to apologize to Issane and really mean it, and if you can do that, we'll put this whole thing behind us, and we can all get some much needed rest. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart?"
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  8. My partner is out of town tonight, so I have our bedroom and ensuite bathroom to myself, and I wanna have some fun. The idea is to hold until I wet myself in the bathtub. think of my list of clothing and tags up there as a sort of wish list, or pool of options to choose from. they're all things I like and would consent to happening. what I'd love is for y'all to tell me how the night should go. clothes, situations, kinks. how long to hold, when to wet, how to wet. I'd welcome company and participation.😉 I have about four hours. I can already feel a slight need but just enough to make me think of holding. I'm about to get up and cook dinner, and after I do that I'll be able to sequester in my room. I'm wearing a black cotton dress and grey cotton panties, and I'm finishing up a can of Coke. 😊
  9. Lavender despised her. It wasn’t the fact that she was a mudblood; Lavender wasn’t prejudiced about such things, despite being a pure-blood witch herself. It was just the fact that she was so … perfect. When they’d been first years, it hadn’t been so bad. She’d been brilliant at everything in class, of course. Most gifted witch of her age and all that nonsense, but she’d at least looked bookish and hadn’t been overly popular. However, as time had gone on, her renown with the other students had increased, and she had actually started to have some social clout. The real killer had been when she’d muscled in on Lavenders boyfriend, her sweet Ron-Ron. It was at that point that Lavender had decided that Hermione needed to pay. Of course, getting revenge on Hermione was no easy task. She really was a gifted witch. Any sort of plot involving curses was unlikely to work and was the sort of thing that could get Lavender expelled if it came back to her. It became clear to Lavender fairly early on that she would need to find a completely non-magical way to get back at Hermione. Every day that passed by with no revenge was an insult in Lavender’s eyes. She even had to share a room with her… That was it! That was Lavender’s great advantage. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it before. Several years before, Lavender’s older cousin had come to stay for the summer, and they had been sharing a room with Lavender. Lavender had been crestfallen on the first morning to awake to a wet bed, something which she thought she had long outgrown, and her cousin laughing at her. After Lavender’s mother had intervened, the cousin had revealed that it was possible to make somebody wet the bed purely by putting their hand in warm water while they were sleeping. This, thought Lavender, was surely the key. Gifted though Hermione might be, she was not immune to shame and humiliation. Lavender was sure that Hermione would be significantly less high and mighty if she woke up with a soggy bottom. However, as much as doing it once and then telling everybody that Hermione had wet her bed might be entertaining, but Lavender thought that it would be much more fun to make it an ongoing thing. She put her plan into action that very night. Waiting until she was quite sure that all the other girls were asleep, she approached Hermione’s bed with a bowl of warm water. ‘Hermy?’ she whispered, just to be sure. There was no reply. Lavender gently lifted Hermione’s wrist, placing her hand into the bowl. At first nothing seemed to be happening. Lavender had no idea how long this was supposed to take. She wondered if she had done something wrong. Then she heard a hiss. Carefully, she lifted the duvet. In the gloom, she could clearly see that Hermione was piddling in her pajamas. The light blue crotch was dark and glistening as she relieved herself in her sleep. Lavender disposed of the evidence and went to bed. She fell asleep with a smile on her face. Over the next few mornings, a clear pattern emerged. Hermione, normally inclined to rise early and scurry off to the library to stick her nose in a book, had developed a tendency to stay in bed until all the other girls were up, dressed and out of the room. As soon as she thought the coast was clear, she would jump out of bed, grab her wand and resolve the issue of the wet sheets. However, she didn’t like the idea of using magic on her pajamas as she was wearing them. It would probably be fine, but the last thing she wanted was to be stuck wearing wet pajamas all day because she’d made a minor mistake with an incantation. Instead, she would head to the bathroom that was adjoined to the dormitory, peel off her sopping pajamas and knickers and take a long, hot shower. Of course, the other girls noticed the change in Hermione’s habits, but only Lavender knew the reason for them. ‘She’s probably just stressed after everything that’s gone on,’ she told the other Gryffindor ladies, despite knowing full well that the little princess of Hogwarts was having night time issues. Lavender allowed this to continue for about a week and a half before she put the next part of her plan into action. She’d had fun watching Hermione squirm but now it was time to turn it up a notch. One by one the other girls rose and left the dormitory until only Hermione and Lavender remained. While Hermione pretended to be asleep, Lavender cast a crafty sound-nullifying spell so that they wouldn’t be overheard, then she strode up to Hermione’s bed. ‘Wake up sleepy head!’ she cried as she pulled the cover off, exposing Hermione’s shameful secret. Hermione screamed, desperately trying to cover her crotch with her hands but failing miserably to do so. The fact that she was lying in a large wet patch didn’t help either. ‘Oh Hermy,’ said Lavender, voice dripping with faux sympathy, ‘have you had a wickle accident?’ There was silence. Hermione looked away and blushed. ‘I asked you a question Hermy…’ Lavender knew that Hermione hated being called that. ‘Well, obviously,’ she said, ‘you know full well that I’ve wet the bed. It’s never happened before though!’ ‘That’s a lie,’ said Lavender. ‘You and I both know that the reason you’ve been waiting for everybody to leave in the mornings is because you keep wetting yourself.’ ‘Look, just don’t tell anybody, please.’ ‘Well, if you want to keep it a secret you’re going to need to do something about it. It won’t just go away on its own.’ ‘It might…’ ‘No, no Hermione. If you want this to stay a secret, you’re going to have to let me help you. You clearly can’t deal with this on your own.’ ‘Help me? How exactly are you going to help me?’ ‘Well,’ said Lavender, ‘we’ll start by getting you out of those wet things. Then we’ll lay down some ground rules.’ Lavender marched Hermione into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. ‘Now I know this is embarrassing for you Hermy, but you have to remember that it’s just between you and me, and that I’m helping you.’ Hermione didn’t reply. She simply stood there, hands crossed over her crotch in a futile attempt to cover her soaked pajamas while she stared at her feet. ‘First things first, let’s get you out of those wet things,’ said Lavender. ‘But … you’ll see me,’ said Hermione. ‘We’re all girls here. Don’t make a fuss. Take them off.’ Hermione could see that there wasn’t really much of an argument to be had here. Plus, she really did want to be out of her wet clothes. Acquiescing, she took off her top first, revealing her naked chest underneath. Next she removed the pajama bottoms and her knickers in one motion, leaving her standing in front of Lavender wearing absolutely nothing, blushing as she saw Lavender’s eyes lingering on her pubic curls. ‘Right, you’ll have to shower. No offense, but you smell pretty bad. That’ll happen if you insist on peeing all over yourself. While you’re in there, you’re going to need to take care of … that situation,’ said Lavender, pointing at Hermione’s crotch. ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione. ‘It’s not usually a problem, I’m sure. But if you’re going to be piddling your pants like this, hair down there simply isn’t very sanitary. It needs to go, I’m afraid.’ ‘But I’ll look like a little girl!’ protested Hermione. ‘Yes, you will. Which is kind of fitting considering your current problem, but let’s be honest, it’s not like you’re going to be having any raunchy fun anytime soon, is it? I don’t think Ron would be overly sympathetic about your little problem, would he? You can let it grow back once you can keep your bed dry.’ ‘Fine. But you promise you won’t tell anybody?’ ‘I told you, I’m just here to help you Hermy. There’s no need to get grouchy with me.’ Hermione got into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. She stood under the bombardment of hot, steamy water, wishing that the ground would swallow her up. ‘There’s going to be a few other adjustments we’ll need to make,’ said Lavender. ‘Firstly, I need to get an idea of the scale of the problem.’ ‘It’s most nights,’ said Hermione, blushing behind the curtain, ‘but it only started recently. It’s never happened before.’ ‘Most nights, perhaps, but I need to know about the day time,’ said Lavender. ‘What do you mean? It doesn’t happen in the day!’ ‘Well, of course, you would say that, wouldn’t you? If you’re having problems during the day I’m sure you’d be far too embarrassed to tell me, so I’ll just have to check.’ ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione. ‘Exactly what I said. Anytime I want to check if your knickers are still dry, you’re going to show them to me.’ ‘That’s ridiculous,’ said Hermione, as she took a razor to her pubic hair. ‘I agree, it is ridiculous that a girl of your age would need such a thing to happen, but it’s the best course of action. Remember, you have to let me help you if you don’t want anybody else to find out. You wouldn’t want your precious boyfriend to find out that the Gryffindor princess is a little bedwetter, now would you?’ ‘Fine. No pubic hair and I’ll show you my knickers whenever you want. Anything else?’ asked Hermione, knowing that she wouldn’t like the answer. ‘Well, I think it’s probably best if you ask me before you go to the toilet. That way I know just how often you’re going. Then, if it’s a good time, I’ll take you to the toilet and let you do what you need to.’ ‘And if it’s not?’ ‘Well then you’ll just have to hold it, won’t you? That shouldn’t be too hard for a big girl, should it?’ ‘Fine. If I do all this, nobody finds out?’ asked Hermione. ‘If you do all this, I won’t tell a soul,’ said Lavender, crossing her fingers on the other side of the shower curtain. ‘There’s more to come though.’ ‘Really? All this isn’t enough?’ ‘Well, no. There’s still the three most important aspects. Firstly, we want to try to prevent the bedwetting. So each night before bed, I’m going to bring you in here and you’re going to use the potty for me like a good girl.’ Hermione thought that made sense on some level, but could have done without the childish terminology and she hated the way that Lavender’s voice was dripping with condescension. ‘I’ll also need to hold onto your wand…’ said Lavender. ‘What? No!’ said Hermione. ‘That’s too far! I need that. I can’t work without it.’ ‘Relax, pissypants, I’ll give it back to you in classes. I just need to hold onto it outside of class so that I can be sure you aren’t covering up any accidents.’ ‘I’m not happy,’ Hermione said, turning off the shower and drawing the curtain back, revealing that she now had no hair below her eyebrows. ‘Well, you’re really not going to be happy about the next bit,’ said Lavender, ‘but it’s the last one for now.’ ‘Go on then,’ said Hermione as she dried herself with a towel, ‘What else do you want me to do? Pay you for your silence? Break up with Ron?’ ‘Tempting, but no,’ said Lavender. ‘You see, I don’t know how you’re ever going to stop wetting your bed if you don’t have the adequate incentive. So, when you wet your bed, the next morning, I’m going to … spank you.’ ‘You can’t be serious.’ ‘I’m deadly serious,’ said Lavender, sitting herself down on the toilet. ‘If you don’t want my help, and my silence, then take your pissy pajamas and go and get dressed. I think by morning break the whole school will know about you. If you agree to my terms, you’re going to lay across my lap and let me warm those sweet little buns of yours. As you’re supposed to be the brightest witch of your age, I’d say this shouldn’t be too tough a choice for you. Social suicide, or a little attitude adjustment?’ When Hermione had finished drying herself, feeling every bit the scolded child with her hairless crotch, she lay herself over Lavender’s lap. ‘Well done little Hermy, you made the right choice,’ said Lavender with a playful slap to Hermione’s exposed bottom. However, the slaps didn’t stay playful for long. Soon enough, Lavender was taking out all her ill-feeling towards Hermione, of which there was plenty, on the naked girl’s posterior. Hermione tried to remain stoic, not wanting to give Lavender the satisfaction of breaking her. She succeeded, for a while, but this simply made Lavender redouble her efforts and it wasn’t long before Hermione was kicking, screaming and crying. If she could have seen herself she would have realised that she look every part the naughty little girl being punished. Eventually, Lavender was satisfied. Hermione lay prostrate across her lap, her bottom practically glowing red, her will broken by a combination of pain and humiliation. Wanting to check just how compliant Hermione had become, Lavender parted the sobbing girl’s burning cheeks and prodded the entrance to her back passage. Hermione let out a weak moan between sobs, but nothing more. Lavender thought that this was glorious. All it had taken to break the princess of Gryffindor were some wet sheets and firm hand. ‘Right, up you get, before you piddle on me,’ said Lavender. ‘I don’t do that during the day,’ protested Hermione. ‘Well, I’m not taking any chances, off you get.’ Hermione stood up, wiping tears from her face. ‘Hands on your head,’ Lavender commanded. Hermione meekly complied. Lavender looked the girl up and down, her eyes lingering on the now bald pubic mound. She ran her finger over it. ‘You know, this look, it kind of suits you,’ she said. ‘However, we can’t linger about all day. It’s time for you to get dressed. Lavender marched Hermione back into the dorm room and Hermione dressed quickly. She didn’t want to have to explain her red bottom or her hairless fanny to the other girls if they happened to walk in. ‘I don’t think so,’ said Lavender as Hermione, through sheer force of habit, went to tuck her wand into the back of her skirt. Remembering their agreement, Hermione reluctantly handed it over. Without her wand, she really did feel powerless. ‘Right then, we’ll have to hurry or we’ll miss breakfast,’ said Lavender. The girls made their way down to the great hall. Many of the other children had already eaten and were on their way to classes. ‘We really are short on time, Hermy, but we can’t miss breakfast altogether. Sit down.’ Lavender placed a plated slice of toast in front of Hermione, as well as a goblet of pumpkin juice. And a second. And a third. ‘Eat up then, Hermione. And don’t forget to drink plenty,’ said Lavender, before biting into a sausage. Knowing that it would come back to bite her later, but also knowing that she didn’t have much choice, Hermione drank all three goblets, much to Lavender’s delight. ‘Right, come on then. I know you, of all people, don’t want to be late to class,’ said Lavender, grabbing Hermione by the hand and leading her towards the door. Their potions class was some distance away, and down one of the many quiet corridors, Lavender stopped abruptly ‘Are you dry?’ she asked. ‘What? Of course I’m dry!’ replied Hermione indignantly. ‘Show me,’ said Lavender. ‘Here?’ said Hermione. ‘Right here, little girl. Lift up your skirt.’ After a cursory glance to make sure that nobody was in sight, Hermione did as she was told. She stood there in the corridor with her skirt lifted above her waist. She wasn’t entirely shocked when Lavender pulled her tights down to mid-thigh, fully exposing her white cotton knickers. She was a little more surprised when Lavender thrust her hand between her legs, feeling the fabric there. She was astounded to find that while Lavender rubbed the crotch of her knickers, there were … stirrings. ‘Well done Hermione. All dry like a big girl,’ said Lavender, before walking off to class, leaving Hermione stood in the corridor with her skirt lifted, her tights pulled down and her knickers on display. Hermione quickly awoke from her stupor and, realising her situation, righted her clothes and scurried after Lavender to potions class. As always, Hermione performed well above the expected standard in the class. She did find that her spanked bum was a source of some distraction, as was a growing need to go to the loo. By the end of the class, she was fairly desperate. She glanced over and saw that Lavender was talking to Luna and Cho and that they were giggling. Surely not about her? Trying not to think about that, Hermione resolved to do something about the pressure in her bladder. Hermione reasoned that if she snuck off to the loo, she’d almost certainly find herself in hot water with Lavender. She’d gone too far to back out now, so she bit the bullet and approached the group of girls. ‘Can I have a word, Lavender?’ Hermione asked. ‘What’s the problem Hermy?’ ‘Um, in private, if you don’t mind.’ Hermione half expected her to say no, but Lavender obliged her and they made their way over to an empty section of corridor. ‘What’s the matter?’ asked Lavender condescendingly, ‘Have you wet yourself?’ ‘What? No!’ protested Hermione. ‘Best to check,’ said Lavender. Hermione let out a squeal as Lavender’s hand shot up her skirt and ran over the tights covering her most private area. ‘Hmmm, actually dry. Maybe you aren’t a complete baby after all.’ ‘Of course I’m dry! I told you, I don’t wet myself during the day,’ said Hermione in an angry whisper. ‘I came to see you because I need to go to the toilet. You said I had to ask you.’ ‘I did. I also said that if it’s not a convenient time, you’d have to hold on like a big girl. It’s not a convenient time,’ said Lavender with a smirk. ‘Are you just trying to get me to wet myself?’ asked Hermione. ‘Of course not. That’s the last thing I want. You’re supposed to be a big girl Hermione. Hold it through divination and then I’ll take you to the toilet. I promise.’ Hermione saw that she had no choice but to go along with what Lavender was asking of her. It would leave her uncomfortably desperate. However, while Lavender had almost certainly meant it as a taunt, Hermione was a big girl, and should be able to make it through one more lesson. As the lesson went on, Hermione’s confidence in this position gradually depleted. It wasn’t long before she found herself crossing her legs tightly under the desk, though her discomfort meant that she had to keep on switching which leg was on top. A smirk from Draco, who was sat across the room, indicated to Hermione that she was putting on quite a show. He had almost certainly been getting glimpses of her white knickers showing through under her black tights whenever she switched legs. However, that was a price that she had to pay. Letting a boy you despised get a peek of your knickers is one thing, thought Hermione, but wetting yourself like a toddler in the middle of class is quite another. For the final fifteen minutes of class, Hermione had to thrust her hand up her skirt in a very undignified fashion. Ron gave her a look, but upon seeing her thundery face, he decided not to say anything about it. With just a few minutes to go, despite being determined to see things through, Hermione felt a small dribble escape from her. It wouldn’t be noticeable to anybody else, but Hermione knew that she didn’t have long left before she completely flooded her seat. As soon as they were dismissed, Hermione hobbled over to Lavender. ‘Lavender, please,’ said Hermione. ‘Okay, okay. Let’s get you to the toilet before you have an accident,’ said Lavender. She had made no attempt to keep her voice down but at this point, Hermione was beyond caring. She was on the brink of disaster. On the way to the toilets, another dribble escaped. The damp sensation in her knickers seemed to make it even harder to hold on. At long last, they got to the nearest toilet and Hermione rushed into a stall, but Lavender followed her. ‘What are you doing?’ pleaded Hermione. ‘Taking you to the toilet, like I promised,’ said Lavender, reaching up under Hermione’s skirt and pulling her tights and knickers down in one motion. Hermione sat herself down on the toilet and relaxed. There was a loud hiss as she emptied her poor, overstrained bladder. While she was doing this, Lavender grabbed some toilet roll from the dispenser. ‘Oh Hermy,’ said Lavender, her voice practically dripping with glee, ‘you nearly made it.’ ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione as her stream began to subside. Lavender pointed down at the wet spot in Hermione’s knickers. While Hermione looked at it, stunned, she offered no resistance as Lavender wiped her. Lavender was right. There was a very noticeable wet spot in her knickers. ‘So, what happens now?’ asked Hermione, dreading hearing the answer. ‘Well, you can’t go around in wet knickers all day. Luckily, I brought some for you to change into.’ Lavender reached into her pocket and produced a pink, frilly pair of Dora the Explorer knickers. ‘Lavender, they look like they’re meant for a toddler,’ protested Hermione. ‘And those,’ said Lavender, pointing at the knickers that were at half mast on Hermione’s legs, ‘look like they’ve been worn by a toddler. To tell you the truth, these are actually meant for 2-3 year olds, according to the label. They would have been far too small to fit you, but luckily, I’m quite good with engorgement charms,’ said Lavender. ‘Please, can’t I wear something else?’ pleaded Hermione. ‘These aren’t very wet. If you let me use my wand, I’m sure I could clean them up rather easily.’ ‘That’s not happening, Hermy,’ said Lavender. ‘Get those pissy knickers off and then show me what you look like in these. I bet you’ll look adorable.’ ‘I’m not doing it,’ said Hermione. ‘This has gone far enough.’ She stood up for emphasis but it didn’t really have the desired effect. With her wet knickers visible round her ankles and her skirt remaining in place around her waist meaning that her bald fanny on display, she did not look anywhere near as imposing as she had hoped. ‘Hermy, I’m going to count to three,’ said Lavender. ‘And then what? What are you going to do?’ said Hermione angrily. ‘One…’ ‘This is stupid. You wouldn’t agree to wear them.’ ‘Two…’ ‘Look, I can just wear my tights. They’re dark, nobody will see anything,’ pleaded Hermione. ‘Three!’ said Lavender gleefully. She spun Hermione round to face the toilet, which hadn’t been flushed yet, and forced her to bend at the waist, presenting her bottom to her. With this done, she proceeded to slap Hermione’s cheeks, which were already slightly tender from her spanking earlier this morning. At first, Hermione tried to resist, but Lavender reminded her that she could let everybody in the school know about her little night time problem. This caused Hermione to meekly submit as she cried tears of humiliation. ‘I’ll wear the stupid knickers,’ she conceded. ‘There was never any doubt of that,’ said Lavender. ‘But as you’ve made such a monumental fuss about the whole thing, you’re going to have to earn them now.’ Lavender stopped spanking Hermione and turned her back round to face her. ‘What do you mean, earn them?’ ‘You have to show me how sorry you are for this whole mess. Afterall, you can’t exactly blame anybody else for the situation that you find yourself in. You wet your knickers Hermione. Nobody else did it. That was you. So you have to live with the consequences of it. When I, very kindly, offered you another pair to wear, you caused quite a fuss and wound up with a sore bottom, didn’t you?’ ‘…yes.’ ‘So what you’re going to do to show me that you are sorry is you’re going to take those soggy knickers off.’ Hermione removed her shoes and tights, placing her bare feet on the cold, stone floor. She then removed her pissy knickers as instructed. ‘You’re going to take those disgusting knickers and you’re going to put them into your mouth.’ ‘Lavender, no, that’s disgusting!’ ‘You’re going to hold them in your mouth while you think about what you’ve done and when I think you’re good and ready, you can spit them out and put these delightful knickers on,’ Lavender said, holding up the Dora the Explorer knickers for emphasis. ‘I really don’t want to,’ said Hermione. ‘Well, if you want to fight me on this, there is an alternative.’ ‘What’s the alternative?’ ‘I tan your hide, again, you end up holding those sodden knickers in your mouth for twice as long as you already have to but you don’t have to wear the Dora knickers because you’ll be wearing this instead.’ From underneath her robes, Lavender produced a nappy. From the look of it, it was a pampers baby nappy which she had used an engorgement charm on. Hermione had no doubt that it would fit her. ‘So what’s it going to be? Are you going to put them in your mouth or not?’ Resigned to her fate, Hermione scrunched up the wet knickers into a small ball and put them into her mouth. It was disgusting. Hermione could taste the acrid flavour of her own piss, and the aroma seemed to be wafting up the back of her through to her nose, meaning it was a two-pronged attack on her senses. Lavender stood opposite her, giggling. ‘Well, not so high and mighty now, are we?’ said Lavender. Hermione most certainly was not. Standing with her skirt raised above her waist, her tights in a heap on the floor, with her freshly smacked bottom exposed to the air and her bald pubic region on display, while her wet knickers rested in her mouth. Tears of humiliation welled in her eyes and Hermione’s grim determination was the only reason that they didn’t roll down her cheeks. ‘Turn around and bend over,’ said Lavender. Hermione didn’t know what she had planned, but realised that fighting her at this point was a futile exercise. She meekly complied, turning to face the toilet and bending over. She felt Lavender’s hands on her tender bum, gently caressing the cheeks. It was actually comforting, until she felt her cheeks parted and a most unwelcome intrusion in her back passage. Hermione let out a cry of protest, though it was muffled by the contents of her mouth. Lavender responded with a sharp slap to her already sore posterior. ‘Don’t talk with your mouth full,’ she commanded. She then spun Hermione back round to face her. ‘You can take those wet knickers out of your mouth now, little Hermy,’ said Lavender, placing emphasis on the word wet. Hermione reached into her mouth and drew the disgusting, sodden underwear out. Lavender bent down, holding out the infantile knickers for Hermione to step into. It appeared that she wasn’t even going to allow Hermione the dignity of putting them on by herself. One foot at a time, Hermione stepped into them and allowed Lavender to pull them up her legs. When Hermione went to reach for her tights, Lavender stopped her. ‘Oh no Hermione, I don’t think you want to put those back on,’ she said. ‘Why not?’ ‘Aside from the fact that you were wearing them when your wet yourself?’ ‘They’re dry! I didn’t … go that much.’ ‘Stop trying to downplay the fact that you had an accident at an age when most girls wouldn’t dream of it. Anyway, I noticed in divination that when you were getting desperate, you put on quite a show. I’m sure lots of the boys got a look up your skirt, though they won’t have been able to get a good look at your knickers because you had those tights over them. Now, you won’t have that protection, so you’ll need to make sure you don’t get so desperate in future, unless you want all the boys to see your present underwear. See, Hermy? I’m helping you.’ Hermione realised that there was no point in continuing to argue with Lavender on that front. She’d just have to try extra hard not to let any of the boys see up her skirt. There was no way she wanted to be caught in her current knickers. Boys talk, she knew. If word got round about what she was wearing, she’d never live it down. ‘Fine, but I don’t want to go barefoot in those shoes. Can I at least have some socks?’ ‘Of course,’ said Lavender. The ease with which she acquiesced took Hermione by surprise, but she soon saw the reason why. Lavender produced a pair of socks from her robes, but rather than being the grey or black knee socks that most of the girls wore, they were frilly white ankle socks. Hermione hadn’t worn anything of the sort since she was a little girl, but she knew better than to argue with Lavender by now, and slipped them onto her feet. The socks, combined with the knickers she was wearing and the state of her pubic region, made her feel foolish and childish, but she knew that was Lavender’s intention. ‘And what do you expect me to say when my friends notice that I’ve changed my clothes?’ asked Hermione, somewhat more haughtily than she had meant to. ‘I’m sure you’ll think of something. Though, if you get really stuck you could just tell them the truth. Say that you had a wickle accident in your knickers and needed to have somebody change you like a baby. Up to you. Anyway, let’s go. We’ve got care of magical creatures next.’
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  14. Warning! This chapter has a disturbing scene. Reader discretion is advised. Chapter 10: Misery Loves Company --Sunday, August 31st, 2008-- Life fucking sucks. It always has. But now it feels like I've reached just a whole other level of shit tier. Kids and ass-faced teenagers bullying me in school was annoying. Being sick, cold, lost and bottomless in the ruins of Dallas sucked. Having Jason belittle me when we first met was infuriating. My parents... saying that dumbass stuff to me before I killed them was depressing. But this? What I'm feeling now doesn't even seem to compare. I feel... lost... vulnerable. It's... awful and it's making me miserable. I can't even enjoy the rest of this day off after the first competition because I'm just too focused on what's inside my head. I'm sure the meal that Father has prepared for us on this day tastes good but I barely derive any pleasure from it. After I eat, both Sorcha and Axel ask me if I want to "hang out" or whatever. Pretty sure they just wanna fuck, which I'd be fine with normally but I decline. Paisou tries to speak to me as I walk out of the dining hall but I don't give him the chance to say anything. Jason ignores me, I don't even think he looks at me. Maybe he does I just... don't really glance in his direction either. I'm feeling... really... fucking bitter right now. Is that the right word? Self loathing combined with disappointment and a hint of jealousy? Yeah lets go with that. I'm a bitter bitch. Why couldn't I have at least been able to compete properly in the first physical exam instead of coming dead last? Why can't I just win a single thing in my life? I can't even take one fucking step forward without feeling like shit. I'm... not really sure what I can do to improve. I feel like I'm pushing myself as hard as possible and I'm just slamming into a metaphorical brick wall over and over again. God I'm so pissed off right now. I think the worst thing though… is how fucking helpless I am. No matter what I try to do, nothing seems to change at all. I feel like a dark cloud is closing in on me and there's no escape from the upcoming shit storm. It’s like there is nowhere for me to go and nowhere I can reach. I'm stuck. And worse than that - I don't even know why. What have I been doing wrong? Why has this been so fucking difficult? Shit. This is the kind of stuff that usually would drive me crazy if it was happening to someone else and they were bitching to me out of some misplaced sense of “emotional security.” I hate anthros who complain about everything. But right now it's me. I’m the one fucking bitching. We’re circle jerking our metaphorical dicks back to self-loathing again. Yay. Why do I even bother? I've already been trying so hard and I haven't really gotten anywhere. So much effort… and for what? Nothing! My problems are just getting worse… at least it feels like they are. It really fucking sucks that I have no one to talk to about all of this. All I can do is bury all this shit inside of me and do my best to ignore it all. But that’s probably not possible. I hate this. But I just have to man up or… woman up I guess and focus on the future. Father already informed us that September’s competition is the Test of Dexterity or whatever so I should be better at that. Right? --Thursday September 4th, 2008-- Dare I say that today is… a good day? Nah I wouldn’t. Today is just as sexually bland as a jewish wedding. Too mean? Ahh, whatever… you know what I mean. Anyway, nothing much happened today... other than the fact that I can finally use alchemy to make water. Took me long enough I guess, just over a month. Meanwhile Jason here has been able to make cooked food... cooked fucking food... with alchemy. I don't know about the progress of others, I think I saw Paisou and Axel creating bare-bones weapons awhile back but damn. Yeah sure it's only basic food like I dunno, fish and chips or bacon and eggs but still. Cooked fucking food. Unreal. I'm so far behind... but... I gotta keep moving forward. It's all I can do at this point really. I got to stop wallowing in the shitty dirt and just do what I can. If I focus on others too much I'll just end up going fucking mental. More mental than usual I mean. And then where will I be? Right back at square one again. And I know I shouldn't worry about it but yeah my thoughts are still a swirling mess right now. I can't get a proper grip on them to even try and figure out what’s happening inside my psyche. But hey, it's not like I've ever had any control over how I felt before. I've been trying to be more honest with myself. At first that made it easier to deal with my emotions it just didn't last very long, the feeling of positivity that slipped away from me I mean. My alchemy training is still as mind numbingly difficult as ever... and I still feel miserable. But I have a goal at least so that's something good right? ... If that is indeed a favorable sign I cannot see it right now. --Saturday September 13th, 2008-- Ok today has started off kind of wild. I don't even know how to begin to be honest with you. It's uhh... soon to be the restart of my hand-to-hand combat training with Sorcha, that time of the month again, hearty harr. Ahem. Anyway, she comes into the training room today... in front of everyone... wearing... uhh... nothing. I'm stunned, as is everyone else. Except for Father though he seems be as indifferent to our fashion sense as he always is. Sorcha explains to us that she wishes to be her true self now and thus she would be a naturalist from now on. A nudist. A public exhibitionist. A naked hotty milf. Although she's barely a milf anymore she looks to be in her mid 20's now but still... damn. And she's still as gorgeous as ever! Needless to say, my cold dark pussy melts when I see her. It is legit the first time I've been aroused in weeks... and it's in a "public" setting. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on my combat training now?! I have no idea to be honest. She's bold, I'll give her that. I'll never be brave enough to prounce around naked like that. Granted we're a small group of elite soldiers training to be literal gods right now and from what I know Sorcha is friendly with almost everyone but still. Yeah I went around half naked in the ruins Dallas a few times but that was different... I was alone and I knew anyone I came across would be dead soon so... if they saw my naughty bits I wouldn't have cared as much. Also being nude around Jason was fine as well because well we were dating... sort of. Anyway as I said, Sorcha's bravery and body confidence is just unreal like god damn. This is like some porno fantasy in real life. Although I'm sure if I asked she'd insist that there is nothing sexual about it. Sure girl, sure there isn't. But it's all a bit too much for me to take at this point in time I guess. My cunt is tingling... I can feel my panties getting soaking wet from all of this! And all we're doing is talking. By we I mean she's conversing with other Reapers, I'm mostly just staying silent and horny. Seriously if one could see my undies right now they would think I'd pissed myself. I haven't but you know, just saying. Where was I? Oh yes... nudity. Ahem... moving on... I got my Super Shock Resistance to level 5 today. Couple more weeks and I should have Shock Immunity, then I can finally obtain and start to level up my first major offensive superpower. Turns out I may have made a mistake last month and gotten the wrong resistance, Fire instead of Shock... but you know, oops. Who knows maybe I'll need both since lightning shooting from my fucking fingers will be very hot and very... shocky? Oh piss off. Ahh fuck. I'm gonna masturbate hard tonight. Anyway... after a meal and a nice urination where I was extremely tempted to rub one out, Sorcha and I begin our hand to hand combat training again in our dojo-thingy. You know what I said earlier... that her boobs and bare ass would be super distracting as we sparred? Uhh yeah they are. I can't get sex out of my head. After about only a half hour of me getting pinned down like twenty times in a row, Sorcha looks at me devilishly as her anus and pussy are dangerously close to my face. "Like what you see hon?" She teases. "Of course I do..." I manage to moan out while still positioned awkwardly on my back. "Shall we... get to it then?" She licks her lips lustfully, still ontop of me in a highly suggestive manner. "I'd love to..." I begin. "... But I'm sorry I can't... I- I have to go. I need to train combat as much as possible... I- I don't have the time... for... fun." I force myself up awkwardly and nearly push Sorcha off of me. I see the look of disappointment in her eyes as I leave the room, my slit burning with desire while I do so. Fuck fuck fuck! I fucking hate this! I want to have sex, I do... but dammit I just can't! I need to focus on my training... on improving my body and mind. I cannot be distracted. This sucks... so fucking much. I despise this feeling and I don't even know what it is. Frustration? I'm not sure. It's a weird kind of mixed feeling... and it makes me feel sick. I cannot be weak... I must get stronger. Even if that means forcing my sexual desires deeper and deeper down. Power... Dominate... Control... I'm getting a fucking nasty ass headache too, great. Perfect. Did I mention life sucks yet? Yes? Well it does, doesn't it? And now it just got even more miserable. I take a few deep breaths... to try and calm myself down. It doesn't work to well but at least I tried. Nah, fuck trying. After a few minutes of just sitting on the floor, I summon a Theta Sentinel and inform it that I wanna learn how to use a weapon. It asks me what I want to use and I just randomly blurt out the word sword without even really thinking about it. All that's going through my mind right now is just getting Sorcha's beautiful body out of my head, along with my lust for her. Within the next minute, I'm led to another part of the training zone. I enter my new dojo, well new to me and I see someone inside... an anthro who I've not spoken to in nearly a month. It's Jason. The green hair on his head is more grown out and still as rugged as ever. Besides that he looks pretty much the same as he did when we were dating. The Sentinel leaves and the door whooshes shut behind me. "Did you need something Vaine?" Jason is quick and to the point as always. "I've uhh, decided that I want to get in some... sword training." I speak while holding a hand to my head to try and get rid of my headache. Jason just stares at me for a few seconds, like he's surprised. I haven't seen him look like that for a long while. "Not to state the obvious but I've had a few weeks of training more than you... you sure you're up for this?" He says plainly. "Yeah..." I reply in as neutral a tone as I could muster. I could be finger fucking Sorcha's ass right now but instead I forced myself to come here. Although I didn't know Jason would be here, gah. I Ran out of one place with unresolved sexual feelings and hopped into another one... yay. I hate my life... seriously. What am I even doing anymore? He sighs heavily before he speaks again. "Alright Vaine... but if you can't take it I'd suggest we train on our own for a bit." The bitterness rises within me. "Let's just practice. I didn't come here for advice." Jason nods and gestures for me to take a stance. "Okay Vaine... first let me see your form." He begins and starts off by pointing out every single thing I do wrong. I know he's probably just trying to help but shit man try to read the room. What the fuck did I just say about not wanting to be lectured?! I yell as I charge at him and he blocks it effortlessly. We spar for about fifteen minutes. He gets several deep hits on me and my tanktop and yoga pants get cut and stained with blood as my wounds continue to regenerate slowly. Eventually Jason gets a critical hit in and I'm forced to get down onto one knee as a huge gash on my leg slowly starts to patch itself up. "You'll never get an attack in like that." Jason seems to be taunting me now. His presence has shifted... it seems to be... more distant? Apathetic? "You're making too many unnecessary movements. Tighten up your damn offensive strikes." Now I'm just more pissed off and breathing heavily. "How the hell are you gonna be able to beat anyone with such sloppy form?" He laughs, his arms wide as he stands in the air. My thoughts suddenly stop dead in their tracks. "... What was that?!" I snap. "Fuck you and your fucking high horse." "I see you haven't changed a bit... while I've only gotten stronger." Jason continues to praise himself. "You're so weak it's pathetic... I'd pity you if I didn't personally know how much of a waste of flesh you truly are." He walks slowly over towards me, looking down with contempt on me as I involuntarily kneel before him. "It truly saddens me that I just can't put you out of your misery myself. But I understand Father's compassion for us, even if you don't deserve it. Maybe he just likes your filthy butthole as much as I do." Jason's entire persona is different from when I knew him before. The soft and rude boy I met in the wastelands was gone... or maybe he never existed in the first place. He just looks like a generic asshole who enjoys being cruel now. This is probably who he always was and I just didn't see it. Granted I'm a bitch ass cunt too but not all of the time. "So I was nothing more than a fuck toy to you?" I ponder aloud. "Makes sense I guess." "Oh my god you're so fucking dumb." Jason laughs harder than before. "I admit, seeing you piss in that shitty toilet we made was hot as hell... and I'm glad I stole your virginity away. But you have nothing else to offer to this world or any other one. You will always be below me and a waste of my fucking time. If you're lucky you'll serve as my sex slave when I reign as an eternal emperor in the galaxy centuries from now but somehow I think you'd even screw that up. There's gonna be billions upon billions of women who will gladly fill that role much better than you ever could." I don't even know what to say. I'm just listening to Jason's absurd rant and taking it all in, frozen all the while. Funny. I legit thought I had some happy memories with Jason, like we understood each other and all the shit we went through as kids. But I was clearly wrong. I stand up, a little unsteadily. My leg feels numb from the bloodloss but she should fully recover soon. My exhaustion however, doesn't go away. My head is full of wrathful thoughts... I feel like I'm about to burst into flames. "From the moment we met... I knew something was deeply wrong with you. Your entire presence was just... off putting..." I say bitterly as I raise my sword. "And now... here it is. The truth. The real you. It's just pathetic. I can't believe I thought you were worth something to me." The rage within me is so strong now that I can actually focus. It consumes me completely and my muscles all begin to act as one, like a machine. All the energy that I've been storing up... all that hate, fear and anger I kept inside for these past few months... all of it just pours into every single crevice of my body. "Your words mean nothing. I will make sure of that." I seethe, barely containing the embers within me. "I'm sick of your shit and I hate the fact that you've had this much of an influence on me. However, that ends now. We're done." I hit a surprised Jason with a horizontal slash straight across his torso, cutting through his skin and muscle in a single motion. Blood gushes out from the wound as the pained expression on his bitch ass face says "What?! But I blocked that!". Yes... yes you did. It was only then that he notices his dulled training sword was shattered, due to the precise and rather unconventional angle I swung at him with. He barely has any time to heal as I slam into him and knock him on the ground. He tries to grab me but I slice the fingers off his one hand and his arm from the elbow down to the bone on his other side. Even with his quick healing he should be incapacitated for a few seconds. I stand up and kneel beside him, covered in his blood and constant screams of profanities and agony. I don't really care anymore. My final words are "Fuck you." as I jab my blunt yet still effective sword into the base of his ballsack and sever his dick easily. I lodge the sword in vertically and deeply into his hips so he doesn't regen right away and he cannot curse at me anymore. He can only yell in misery and pain right now. I then get up and try to walk out of the room but Father is there, blocking my path as I try to exit. He has about five or six Sentinels surrounding him. Oh shit. "Only took six weeks for a rule to be broken." Father looks at me sternly, if he's angry or disappointed I can't tell, his facial expression is impossible to read. A slight nod of the head is all it takes for Father to order a couple of Sentinels to tend to Jason. The screaming finally stops... I guess they put him to sleep with something. "He- He'll live." I manage to say meekly. "Yes he will." Father replies, still seeming to stare deep into my soul with his blue eyes. "The question is... will you? Do you want to be here?" I simply nod my head in response. "Follow me then." We walk for about five minutes in silence. At the end of our road, so to speak, is a simple door, a sign that simply says "Basic Showers" hangs above it. "Get yourself cleaned up. I'll have a Theta bring by a fresh set of clothes." Father says in a warmer voice. I simply head inside and begin to strip. It's only then when I notice a couple of monitors on the wall. One where I am in a sort of makeshift changing area and the second directly underneath the shower head. Their screens are black right now. They flicker to life as I stand there in my plain underwear. I reflexively cover up my chest and crotch area. Father just stares at me like he normally does, his facial expression hasn't changed. "I thought we could talk while you got cleaned up. But if you're somehow uncomfortable with this we can speak afterwards." His voice is as neutral as ever. I mean I've made jokes about Father being a pervert before but now I'm so confused. Could I actually have been right or is that just my own preconceptions? I guess it doesn't matter really. He is our literal god after all... he sees and hears everything we do doesn't he? I can't believe I didn't realize this until now. Every time I've pissed, farted, fucked, ate or slept inside this megastructure... my current home... it was likely recorded anyway. All of these reflections and ideas run through me in less than a second so I shake my head. "I'm not uncomfortable just... caught me off guard." I manage to say with some dignity. I take off my white bra and panties and step into the shower as it turns on automatically. The warmth is perfect and relaxes my skin and aching muscles almost instantly. I grab some soap and scrub myself all over as I try my best to get the clumps of dried blood out of my fur. "What you did to Jason must not happen again. Do you understand what you've done?" Father speaks clearly and concisely, like a parent scolding their child who broke curfew or some shit. "Yeah... I attacked... and hurt... a Reaper. One of us. Family." I reply as I scrub my butt with bubbles. "It won't happen again I'll stay away from him. I've said what I needed to say." "That was going to happen anyway. For your remaining time in the training facility you'll both be protected by two Gamma Sentinels. These are the rarest types of Sentinels I've made but they're designed to eliminate Reapers as quickly as possible. If either of you get close enough to each other with malicious intent, these Sentinels won't hesitate to kill the attacker. I really hope that doesn't happen but it is a last resort. Are we clear?" Father says so much scary shit without changing his stern tone like geez louise. "I understand." I respond as I rinse the last of the soap from my fur. "Lastly..." I hear Father sigh for the first time ever. "I hate to do this but as the offender this time you will have to be punished. You will have no more days off until November begins. On the remaining Fridays this month and next you will train directly under me. Yeah this will benefit you of course but it'll also take a physical and mental toll on you. All I can do is tell you to prepare yourself." Shit. That sounds... really bad. "Please do your best to behave." Father concludes. "You are all my children. It pains me to see you and Jason like this. We will talk later I must speak to him about this as well. Get back to the training rooms as soon as possible. I recommend training with a weapon no one else is learning right now. Less... distractions that way." I begin to dry myself off with a towel as a Theta Sentinel comes into the room and lays my clothes down on a bench next to the entrance. Almost as soon as it leaves I see two small robots float into the room with me still in the nude... my would be assassins if I decided to do something fatally stupid again. They're pretty fucking cute too. I admit, I'd want them as a pet. But damn I dodged a bullet today. Father could have easily had me killed for what I did... this must be his compassion that Jason spoke about earlier. God he's going to be furious. Wouldn't that be hilarious if he actually came after me himself and died for good? Yeah that'd be awesome. But he's not that stupid. He's the biggest shit face loser I've ever met but he's not an idiot. He knows better than that. Anyway... when I try to put on my fresh pair of panties I let out a loud, almost involuntary, moan as my pussy quivers in delight as it makes contact with the fabric. Damn I'm still very horny... I only noticed just now again because my body has finally come down from it's wrath-filled adrenaline rush. Once again I resist masturbating... I've barely trained today after all. I finish getting dressed despite my sexual frustrations and head to a brand new training room. I've decided to learn using a staff. Kind of lame I know but hear me out. I think it'd be very cool to learn how to use a big ass scythe, despite how impractical that sounds. I figured I'd learn how to use a basic staff first, one with a significantly heavier end, before I move onto the real deal. Baby steps you know. But yeah I spend the rest of the training day just getting a feel for the weapon, what kind of wood or metal I'd prefer working with, the length, among other mundane details. It's only at the end of the workout day when I realize something. 'Shit... I need to apologize to Sorcha... I just left her there by herself this afternoon without an explanation.' I have a quick evening meal and then ask a Theta Sentinel to take me to her. The pod we get in leads to a beautiful circular garden... like something out of a Hollywood movie. Needless to say I'm quite stunned and it almost brings tears to my eyes to see something so natural and wonderful again, I'd nearly forgotten what spring smells like but this was basically it. I notice Sorcha is squatting in a corner, with her cute butt hanging out clear as day. She's tending to the flowers... I don't know what they're called... but yeah. She told me last month that she loves to garden and yet I've uhh never been here until now. She notices me and stands up. "Vaine? Uh hi. I didn't expect to see you again today." It kind of takes all of my willpower to not just cry right there. "I... wanted... needed to apologize... for earlier." I struggle to find the right words as she walks closer, her bare breasts as enticing as ever. "I was in a dark place and... I didn't- didn't know how to get out of it until today." "You don't need be sorry hun. In fact I need to apologize to you. I know training is important to you and I kind of ruined that today by being... distracting." Sorcha speaks to me so plainly and so genuinely that I just lose it. I begin to cry right there and bawl my eyes out. I swore I'd never let anyone see me like this. I don't want to be perceived as vulnerable and yet today was just too much for me to handle. I'm broken. I half expected Sorcha to laugh at how pathetic and worthless I am but instead she just hugs me tightly as my tears continue to flow. I'm crying like a baby and yet I feel so happy... so glad to be free of Jason's influence. I didn't know the darkness that he brought into my life... didn't even see it until he revealed it. But it was there. His negativity spread to me and just made me feel so much worse. I'm not saying I'm the most positive anthro in the world but I was... strangely happy when I became a Reaper... until the day I met Jason. He was abusive to me emotionally and I didn't even notice it, I was too hung up on the only boy in town and the perceived good sex that I wasn't even paying attention to how dismissive and cold he was to me the rest of the time. After I bawl for about another two minutes I calm down and tell Sorcha everything I've felt since we met and before. About Jason... about myself... Axel... Paisou and her. She listened to it all as we sat down on a nearby bench. It was surprisingly comfortable despite how hard it is. Insert dick joke here. Anyway after I'm done talking she finally speaks. "Well that's a lot for a young woman like you to deal with. That explains the cute little robots floating around you now... just think of them as protection for you hun. I'm sorry that you had to deal with someone as nasty as Jason." "Don't be," I retort. "It's my own fault for getting involved with him." "Well now you know what to look for in a man that you don't want anything to do with." Sorcha explains. "So at the very least it was a good learning experience for you." "Yeah it was." I say, smiling through my tears. "Thanks for listening. And... being so understanding." "Whenever you need to vent sweetpea... I'm here." She replies as she moves closer to me. Her body is so warm and she smells... amazing. I lean close to her face as I begin to kiss her lips gently. Her tongue slides between my teeth and it's just wonderful. I moan loudly as our tongues duel it out... and then her lips are pressed against mine. She kisses me with such intensity I can feel it in my chest. Our tongues intertwine with each other and our arousal radiates off of us. It tastes like heaven. We break apart only to lick our lips together, then go back at it again. She bites my bottom lip gently and I softly nibble on hers in return. I look at her face, her beautiful scarlet eyes are so enticing. I'm so horny I feel like I could cum at any moment and we're only just making out. God damn this feels too good. "You want me?" She asks softly while our tongues still meet between kisses. I can't even respond for a moment... but when I do speak it comes out as a whisper. "We-we're outside in a public space-" I blurt out. "Your only the second anthro besides me to be in my garden Vaine." Sorcha explains. "And you could be a nudist with me after training everyday if you wanted to. You don't need to be ashamed of your nudity around me or anybody else. I don't care what that jerk Jason says." Oh yeah... this feels like outside, looks like outside... but at the end of the day it's just another massively large room inside this amazing Reaper megastructure. Durr. Plus I fucked Axel last month in a "public alleyway" so what the hell am I so worried about now? I apologize again as I laugh and explain to her that I forgot we weren't actually outside. She simply chuckles at that response but not in a demeaning way. God I... really like that about her. Sorcha's voice is so cute. It has just enough volume to sound sexy without being overpowering. She kisses me again with a lot more passion than before. Her breasts are pressing up against my chest and they feel so wonderful. Her hard nipples poking against my thin tanktop are sending pleasant sensations through my entire body. It's at this moment when a worrying feeling comes to me... She takes off my tanktop, exposing my white bra to the open air but afterwards I say those three little words. "I havta pee..." I mumble softly. "Oh?" Sorcha teases herself quickly by rubbing her own cunt swiftly. "Is your pee fetish coming out to play?" Right. I forgot I mentioned that when I told her how I lost my virginity. Also probably said something about it when talking about Axel pissing all over me too. Dammit... I've never told anyone so much in my entire life. "I shouldn't have told you that..." I shyly look away. "Sorry." "Hmm?" She coos. "Why not? We all have our kinks hun, and that doesn't make you any less of an anthro for having them. It makes you unique." "I thought you'd be grossed out or something." I speak honestly about a genuine fear. "Not really. It's just water coming out of your body... that you shouldn't drink of course but still." Sorcha explains. I feel a deep arousing pain in my bladder and I stifle back a cry. Oh man I really have to go. I've had three men watch me piss already... but Sorcha... would be the first girl to watch. Wouldn't that be weird maybe? I dunno... but fuck I need to go bad. I tell her as she looks down at my crotch. "Gotta say I'm very curious..." She gazes at me lustfully. "I've not had this fetish before but maybe you'll be the special anthro to change my mind. As old as I am, even I haven't experienced everything." Her words are so erotic that they start to make my pussy ache in pleasure. "Ok... I'll take off my pants now." I state as if I'm being interrogated. Sexual questioning commence! Sorcha puts her hands on mine though before I can pull my pants and panties down. She looks at me with a dirty grin as she touches herself with her free hand and moans. "Sweetpea... ahh... you're not getting out of this." She smiles as she roleplays. "Mommy wants to see her girl pee her pants because she held for too long." My entire vagina quivers at her suggestion. It was true, I'd never pissed my pants intentionally for sexual reasons before, ever, despite the amount of piss play I've done. Yeah I peed my pants during my first intense pissfest but that was completely against my will... I assume that it would feel... different if I did it purposefully. When Sorcha is sure that I won't pull my pants down she lets go of my wrists. "Good girl." She purrs. "Hold it until Daddy comes home alright?" "But but mom-" I try to roleplay with her despite the pain I feel right now. "It's gonna come out-" "Shhh." She silences me with another kiss, her tongue pushing against my lips. She takes off my bra with her free hand and begins to grope my left black nipple. I'd moan straight into her mouth but her tongue is too deep inside for me to make much more than muffled noises. My legs are shaking now I can barely hold onto my pee. This feels so... intense. So fucking sexy and we're not even touching each other down south right now. Oh god I really need to go now... and the pressure is building. My entire body is struggling to stay sane. The warmth spreading throughout my panties geological zone threatens to tear me in two. These are heights of pleasure that I've rarely reached, probably because I've been edging myself for most of the day and I've been sexually frustrated. So for me to finally have relief... both of the bladder and sexual variety... it just feels out of this world. What's the difference you may ask? Good... ahh... fucking question. "I'm- I'm going to pee." I stammer out and the moment those words come from my lips my bladder lets loose and my body reacts like I just ran through a field of fire. The clothing around my crotch absorbs what urine it can but it's not enough and it quickly seeps through the fabric while gravity does the rest. Oh god it's so warm and pleasant I'm gonna go crazy. Within seconds a thick patch of pee is clearly visible around my privates and butt as several thinner streams branch out towards the ground. Sorcha's eyes go wide as she enjoys the show. "Oh my... you awful spoiled girl..." She belittles me in a sexy way and giggles. "Daddy will get mad at you when he gets home and sees what you've done to your panties." I can't stop laughing in between deep moans and sighs of relief. This is hilarious... but also so very arousing. The sounds and feelings of the piss being entrapped by my clothes and the way it's forced out at unnatural angles as it splatters to the floor isn't helping either. I try to stop pissing and control my bladder... and fail miserably as the stream continues. I'm so naughty and my pants feel so clingy against my furred skin. My god I'm so close to cumming from urinating for almost a minute but I'm not quite there yet. "Fuck..." I moan loudly as my legs buckle from the pleasure. "Mommy is gonna take care of that for you now." She coos as she starts teasing my peeing pussy through my wet pants. The feeling of her probing fingers making small circular motions around my impassioned cunt is mind numbing. Nothing seems to exist anymore besides my pleasure, piss and Sorcha's tiny invaders. Like a literal kung fu master she knows all of my weaknesses and is exploiting them to their fullest. Her delicate yet precise digits send me over the edge and I cum with a howling cry as my first orgasm in weeks rips through my body. My thighs clench together as I feel the waves of pleasure wash over me again and again. My last spurts of piss are so numbing but they come out of my urethra willingly. I just sit there on the bench and try to catch my breath. Sorcha kisses me softly, then whispers to me. "That's the first time I've ever seen someone piss themselves just for the pure pleasure of it. You really are something special hun." She purrs before giving me another passionate lip tease. "Glad you liked it." I reply with a goofy grin. I finally manage to calm myself down after about five minutes and take off my pants and panties, letting them fall onto the ground. A Theta Sentinel comes by mere seconds later and takes them away. Leaving Sorcha and I stranded on our naked island of sorts. She orders me to lay down on the bench on my back, so I do what I'm told. She then puts her snatch directly above my nose and I take in the sweet scent of her sex. I seem to recall doing a similar thing to Paisou awhile ago. "Now mommy wants you to eat her pussy." Sorcha tells me in a commanding tone. "I won't let you cum again hun, unless you lick it all up..." I begin to kiss her thighs, then work my way to her wet yellow slit. My tongue slips inside sensually and she smells so good. The sweet slick juices coating her insides makes her taste so pleasant. Did she rub flowers all over her vagina or something? Ahh whatever, can't get distracted, must eat. I lap at her pussy with such eagerness that she laughs in delight. Her arousal is making her scent even more captivating. She begins to moan as my tongue forces its way inside her and it feels so amazing... I don't think I'll ever get tired of this. My tongue indulges itself on her privates rapidly, slurping up her sweet nectar, but also teasing her clit as well. Sorcha's breathing has become much deeper and ragged and I've only been at it for about a minute in a half. She pushes her vaginal lips into my face and I suck on her clitoris enthusiastically. The vibrations it sends through my tongue are downright electrifying as she moans without restraint. "Ahh fuck.... fuck! Yes yes right there hun mmm..." Sorcha barely strings a coherent sentence together as I continue my southern assault. Her inner thighs tremble under my ministrations, forcing me to pull out of her pussy to take a deep breath of air. But her body responds too fast for me to withdraw properly and soon I'm licking her labia again, feeling those smooth, soft, silky inner folds glide across my tongue is keeping my own pussy wet as fuck. I want to touch myself so bad but my hands are too busy holding up her ass that I can't. Oh I'd like to spank her so fucking hard right now... so I do. She squeals with delight as the sweet soundwaves of her rippling buttcheek reaches my ears so I do it a few more times. She then forces her pussy into my mouth and as I smack her ass for the fifth time she shoots out a huge load of girlcum right down the back of my throat. I choke on it for a couple seconds as I struggle to swallow it but I do so eventually, with Sorcha moaning uncontrollably all the while. After her climax, her alluring scent starts to waft around her entire body and my own arousal remains sky high. "So good..." I murmur to myself while still enjoying the taste of the nectar remnants that are clinging to my tongue. "Mmmm yes... it feels soooo amazing... thank you my darling." She coos happily before laying down ontop of me on the bench. Her breasts relax against mine and our pelvises come closer and closer together until we're pressed against each other intimately. We only have about eighty minutes before curfew, so after relaxing for a bit and just cuddling, we just talk for a bit. She talks about her father and how brave he was during world war II, while I try to explain to her what my Pre-Reaper life was like since she was kind of interested in that. Afterwards we decide to get a little bit daring or rather I do since Sorcha is committed to the whole nudist thing while I most certainly am not. We head into a pod and Sorcha takes us to some kind of replica jazz bar or something. The walls are adorned with red curtains and a dark wood. A bar sits on one side, tended to by a mechanical bartender. And then there is a jazz band on a small stage... of Theta Sentinels not anthros... playing some swaggy funky old tune that I probably recognize but most definitely don't know the name of. She leads us to what she calls an chaise lounge, basically it's that couch that you see in movies or video games that are usually in some brothel pimp's office, where one backside is higher than the other one? Yeah those. If you don't know what they are... just use Mojeek or Google or whatever the fuck the dominate search engine in your reality is to see a picture of one. Anyway we lay down on the rather wide fancy sofa and begin to make love once more, all the while listening to sweet sultry jazz music until we both fall asleep for the night. --Monday September 29th, 2008-- What did you think this chapter was over? Hell no bitches we still have September's competition to get to first. Ahem, first of all let me say that this punishment from Father sucks so much. I'm so exhausted and tired all the time, plus I still have a month to go before my schedule goes back to normal. I mean yeah I feel like I'm learning alot quicker under Father's personal tutelage but holy hell not having a day off really fucking blows. Everything hurts, all of the time. Sex is still great though lets talk about that. By now everyone already knows what happened between me and Jason. How could they not with our personal tiny assassin bots following us constantly, always locked onto our Reaper cores? So yeah everyone knows. Most nights I just spend with Sorcha either fucking or just cuddling, although sometimes I spend time with Axel or Paisou, both of whom I made up with and didn't really feel offended by me ignoring them for weeks. Sorcha and I have an emotional connection of some sort but while we're obsessed with each other's pussies we love cocks as well, so we're in an "open relationship" I guess. She is who I can talk to about anything and it's the same for her issues when confiding in me, we've shared a lot of intimacy and personal life details over these past couple of weeks. For Axel and Paisou though we're just fuck buddies and we're all cool with that. We still talk about random shit like I know now that Axel loves to dance. Not poledancing silly I mean actual like dancing like Waltz and Mambo and stuff, who knew? I didn't. Whereas Paisou... yeah he's an otaku like me. We share alot of anime and manga that we like with each other so that's fun but we don't talk about much serious stuff. I know he loves tuna sandwich's more than most anthros... so there is that but still. I don't have the time to watch much anime anymore anyways... maybe once I get days off again... dunno we'll see. Not that there's anything new to watch these days since we've heard on the news that Japan's government recently collapsed under the global pressure of the alien invasion, along with Canada, Mexico and some other countries that I don't care about. Europe is still holding on though surprisingly, like a last beacon of worthless hope for anthrokind. Whatever, we'll take over it soon anyway. Sorcha enjoys sex with Axel and Toshia as well even though Toshia and I have not been intimate yet. Oh well, we may fuck sometime who knows. He's sexy and buff although not nearly as much as Axel is. Obviously the only one we don't care to talk to at all is Jason... and that pink cunt cat lady. What's her name again? Do you even remember? I sure as hell don't. Pretty sure her and Jason are "dating" anyway so I don't fucking give a single shit. Those two cunts are made for each other so let them tear each other apart, who cares. Anyway yeah that's my love life situation for now. Complicated I guess. Thanks Avril. Tomorrow is the competition. Dexterity. I don't have a clue what the test will be but I guess we'll find out soon enough. I'm ready. Oh yeah I guess I should share my skills hmm? Haven't shown you all in a while. Cold Resistance Level 1: Provides a very basic amount of cold resistance. Crimson Lightning Level 4: Allows one to emit mildly strong red lightning from their palms for a variety of offensive uses. Digestive System Rework Level 1: Converts solid waste into liquid urine. Does not effect gas. Increases urination rate by 300%. Fire Immunity: Immune to fire. Regeneration Level 4: Provides a below average amount of core body regeneration. Does not nullify pain. Quick Reflexes Level 9: Provides a fairly high amount of above-average dexterity. Shock Immunity: Immune to electricity. Soul Energy Resistance Level 7: Provides a fairly decent amount of resistance to the negative effects of soul consumption. Thick Skin Level 1: Provides a very basic amount of defense. Nullifies pain very slightly. Toxic Flatulence Level 2: Turns expelled anal gas into a weak poisonous gas. Stored Soul Power(SP): 45238.55 Hehe yeah boy! I finally have my first offensive superpower! It's not very strong right now true but I've been training with it for almost a week now. It's badass as fuck, I love it. Trying to imbue my staff with my power is not as difficult as alchemy mind you but it's still a tricky process to master. I'm sure I'll get there. I'm feeling a lot more confident than I was at the start of this month so yeah... I'm happy where I am. I still want to be the strongest Reaper, I do. But I'm not so blind to that goal that I'll push everyone and everything else away from me. I want to achieve my desired outcome and... I think I'll be able to do just that. But on the off chance I don't... what can I say? I refuse to live with regrets. But if that were to happen, well, let's just say that I'll go down in the history books as a great villain... even if I'm not the most famous one from Earth I'll still be pretty high up on that list. --Tuesday September 30th, 2008-- The day is finally here. After my morning routine of pissing in the bathtub and getting dressed, we're all led out into another arena of sorts. While the Test of Strength area was fairly small... this one is only like slightly bigger so yeah I don't know where I was going with this run-on sentence. The bright white room is rectangular and simple in its shape. Along one of the longer walls there's a series of seven squares, along with seven under them on the floor of equal size. Five are fairly small, I'd say eight by eight feet and two of them are a couple of feet bigger. In each of the squares on the wall there are sixteen circles, arranged in a 4x4 grid pattern, the bigger ones have twenty-five circles in a 5x5 pattern. Toshia and Axel are told to use the bigger areas while the rest of us can just pick whatever square we want. I choose to go between Axel and Sorcha, heh, and I think Jason and cunt cat lady take the far left side. And oh yeah in the floor square it's just filled with sand like an actual sandbox. We turn away from the wall as instructed and Father is standing behind us, wearing yet another white suit. "Welcome to the second test of twelve." Father begins his speech. "As before all your Reaper abilities will be disabled for this competition as this exam is a reflection of your body's physical power only. When the test begins, sharp wooden spears will come out of one of those holes in the wall in a random location. The longer the test goes the quicker they'll come out. If a stake grazes your flesh, you're fine. But if it fully pierces your body, as they're designed to do, you are out. Also if you step outside of your square even slightly you are also eliminated. Any questions?" None of us answer... he was clear and to the point, same as always. "All right then. Good luck and get ready." Father says as he leaves the room. We all turn to face the wall again. My heart is pounding. I can do this. It's a simple test. Soon enough we hear a countdown and then a buzzer goes off. A thin sharp stick comes for my right leg, I dodge. Several more come and go and while one grazes my ear it doesn't get stopped so I can keep going. They're coming faster now. I've heard a couple of grunts of pain from others but I've got to stay focused on myself. I duck, shift to the left and jump to the right all within a couple of seconds, another scream. Two are coming out at once now. I have to worm my way in between two like an S shape as the one on top nearly blasts my tits off but I manage to dodge it while keeping my balance. They don't slow down. In fact they only get faster and harder to see. My arm and leg gets grazed at the same time but I have to grit my teeth and bear it. Left, left, right, down, left, up, right, left... this is very difficult three are coming at once now. In only a few more seconds a spear comes right for my gut. I jumped into it's path to avoid another one and didn't notice it. Fuck. It pierces my stomach with a sickening scraping sound and I almost immediately throw up my breakfast as my machine stops. Dammit. Apparently I lasted for twenty three seconds. Not bad I guess? I try to pull the stake out of me but Axel offers to do it so I just let him. It's painful as hell as he rips it out but it's over fairly quickly. I look beside me to notice that Sorcha is still in, still dodging three... no four spears at once now damn. She's covered in small cuts but still going. Seconds later though a stake pierces her arm and she screams. I hate seeing her in pain but she did better than me so... good job. She pulls it out on her own accord and the competition is over. Wait it's over? She shakes the winners hand... and Paisou thanks her for the intense competition. Damn so Sorcha got second... sweet. Wait that means... I got third? I look at Jason and he looks angry as fuck. He seems to have gotten in fourth place. Ahahaha... what a loser I love it. I finally beat his ass at something! I mean I did not get first of course but it's a hell of a lot better than dead last. I got third! I'm giddy as fuck as we all head into the grand dining hall and gorge ourselves on amazing food that we've never had before. I love it so much. "Good work everyone. Please enjoy the rest of your day relaxing and recuperating. October's test will be the Test of Constitution so you can all look forward to that." Father smiles at everyone as we finish our monthly Reaper family meal. "I'll see you soon Vaine." Ahh shit I don't get a day to rest do I? Ok... lets go. Fuck my life. Reaper Rank (September 2008) Jason Hawkright - 10 Points Sorcha Hansal - 10 Points Paisou Kayo - 10 Points Axel Cress - 8 Points Toshia Kamagst - 7 Points Vaine Steele - 6 Points Eris Bellington - 5 Points Still though I'm not dead last anymore! I mean I still have a long way to go but that dumb fuck cat lady is in last place! Ahaha! Fuck you cunt! I'll catch up to Jason and pass him... don't really give a shit about anyone else right now competition wise. Anyway, at the end of the day, after the contest and eight grueling hours of training I head to bed exhausted and by myself. Although I'm not technically alone anymore... I have one anthro I can confide in... and a few friends who will fuck me whenever we both feel the need to. Life... has gotten a lot better. I could only hope that it'll stay that way.
  15. I know, I know, another really long post. But if you can fight your social media-decreased attention span, I’m sure you’ll like this story. The weather was actually nice recently, for once. Me and my wife decided to go out and about after dinner, no where in particular. We stopped for some ice cream after a while, and after that we just kept on driving around. I noticed that she was crossing her legs while sitting in the passenger seat, so I suspected that she hadn’t used the bathroom in a while. My suspicions were proven correct after her hand slowly slipped down into her crotch. I still didn’t say anything. I wanted to see how desperate she would get before she piped up. After a little bit, she looked at me with that concerned look and asked me to pull over. In typical me fashion, I told her that she would have to wait because I didn’t know where she could discreetly pee. She sighed heavily and grabbed her crotch a little more. I’m sure I could have found a public bathroom or dumpster for her to pee behind, but if you’ve read my posts, you know that both me and my wife love to torture her. Only 10 minutes went by and she was crossing her legs every few seconds, leaning forward, and rubbing her crotch. That’s when we saw a gas station. ”Babe there’s a gas station right there, pull over!” “Where, I don’t see it?” ”ITS RIGHT THERE!” I pretended to not notice until it was too late. “UUUGGGHH YOU ASSHOLE!” I couldn’t stop laughing as her face turned bright red. “CMON, I’m gonna pee myself!” “You know what the punishment is for peeing in the seat right?” “It’s not my fault that you won’t pull over!” “Just hold it in then.” “I CANT!!!” This teasing went on for some time. (BTW, that punishment is a spanking. We love doing this. If she can’t hold it, she gets spanked. At least, when the kids are asleep) She kept squirming around for a while. Her urge got worse. Her squirming was much harder, and so was, something else. I finally pulled into a gas station and offered to escort her to the bathroom, but she refused. She was afraid I was going to try something, and to her credit, I do do that a lot. I sat in my car and watched the whole ordeal. She went up to the bathroom and pulled the handle, but it didn’t budge. She banged on the door and potty danced in front of it. It started off small. She tried to not make a big scene and was trying her best to not use her hands or bend over. Only thing was now she looked like she was running in place. She banged on the door again. This time she couldn’t take it. She doubled over and shoved her hands in her crotch. Her pants fell slightly off her waist, flashing her ass crack to the whole world. She didn’t notice because all her attention was on her bladder. I probably should have told her that gas station bathrooms usually require a key from the employee to unlock, but I held back, wanting to watch the show. She appeared as if she was about to try and pop a squat, but with no privacy, she aborted and potty dance-ran back to the car. “Oh my god, I have to go so bad! Hurry up and get home!” “You could just pee your pants.” ”NO!” It was only a few minutes till we reached home, but for her (in her down words) it felt like hours. When we pulled into the driveway, she snatched the keys from me, so I couldn’t take my time opening the door. But she was so frantic, she kept fumbling with the keys, it probably would have been faster if I went really slow and tease her. I put my hand on her lower back and immediately noticed how sweaty it was. Not sure if this is a gross detail for some of you, but me personally, imaging a woman being so desperate that the sweat from her back is dripping down into her crack, turns me on instantly. Her crotch was wet, it was showing from the front and back. She had been leaking for a while. She kept whimpering as she tried to u lock the door, but her balder finally gave up, and she dumped the entire contents of her bladder through her pants and onto the from porch. She practically cried tears of joy. She must have peed for almost a minute. When she finally finished, she got the door unlocked and immediately went straight to our bedroom. Before I did the same, I checked the passenger seat. Small dark spot. Her ass would be red tonight. When I got in the bedroom, she was stripping down. She lifted up her pants and inspected the damage. Same with her panties. I undid my belt, letting her hear the jangling of my buckle before sliding it out. “I saw the puddle.” She blushed super hard. “I guess it’s too late to negotiate?” Indeed, it was. She bent over and put her hands on the bed. I gave her a good spanking and, uh, well, let’s just say she didn’t have to move from that position, quite so immediately.
  16. Rhubarb was usually the one in charge of her (adopted) Daughter's responsibilities and behaviour around the house, giving them a spanking once a week at the very week and several every day of the week at the very most. Alongside behaviour adjustments, Rhubarb also had to deal with Jenny's and Custard's accidents, yes her fully grown daughters had accidents still! Oftentimes it was Custard out of fear and bad dreams, but sometimes Jenny has had an accident or two after drinking too much or being too lazy to get out of bed. Jenny would be spared and often only end up in pull-ups, meanwhile Custard's wetting was way worse and had to be put into outright adult diapers unlike Jenny. However this soon was to change! One day, thankfully where both daughters were allowed their normal underwear on, Rhubarb and her Daughters went to a mall for the day, Rhubarb went shopping for food while Jenny and Custard went off together to look at games (Something Jenny still spends so much time on) and shockingly Custard often went to buy toys intended for kids. But today Jenny took a small detour before heading to the game shop with Custard, they went over to a drugstore. "JenJen? Why are we here of all places right now?" Custard asked, very eager to find games to play with Jenny or some toys to play with. Jenny placed some liquid laxatives and some diuretics into her basket with a grin on her face, she then went over to the pull-ups section and found the biggest size she could find, an XXL size which was shockingly cheap, although it's price might be due to lack of customers in that size. "Today." Jenny begun. "Today we're going to get back at Mother for the past few embarrassing weeks!" Custard beamed up in enjoyment, you'd expect her to be the type of girl to not let this sort of thing happen to her mother, but Custard was a little devil on the inside. "Oooh! And what's the plan?" She asked. Jenny leaned over to Custard's ear and started whispering into it, she then used a self check-out and paid for the special items, placing them hidden in a bag afterwards. Alongside food Rhubarb was looking for tools she could used as spanking weapons on her daughters, however she couldn't find any and decided to just message her daughters to meet her at an outside table at a cafe. The two quickly arrived and took a seat. "Mama! Mama! Look I got a toy bow!" Custard said, revealing the plastic bow. "I got one of those anime sort of games for the Bintendo Witch, a jrpg about changing hearts." Jenny showed off the game before putting it away, not revealing the other stuff in her bag. "That's lovely dears, I hope you both behaved! Now I've got my tea here but I shall go get you guys your drinks! Coffee right Jenny? And Hot choco for Custard?" Rhubarb kindly asked her daughters, showing more of her nicer side. "Don't forget to ask for cream!" Insisted Custard, nagging at Rhubarbs long dark velvet dress. "Yeah, the usual coffee will do" Jenny said chilled out. Rhubarb went back inside the cafe and Jenny turned to look at Custard. "Its time...." Jenny spoke in a rather serious but mischievous tone, reaching for the diuretics in her bag and opening the packet. Custard got up and snuck into the cafe without Rhubarb noticing somehow, in there she got to the bathroom and put up a bunch of "Cleaning" signs in front of all the female bathrooms. She then snuck out and saw Jenny putting some of the pills into the coffee as she stirred. Custard sat back down on her seat. "Mama is nearly about to return! Let's act natural so Mama doesn't suspect a thing!" "Sure thing!" Jenny stopped stirring and got back to her seat. "Sorry I took so long!" Rhubarb shouted as she brought the drinks over. "Cashier was on about this crazy girl flashing him while he was at his part time job booth a few months ago!" She said with a chuckle and said down, taking a sip of her tea. "Hmm...It tastes a bit funny..." Custard began panicking on the inside, thinking Rhubarb would find out and punish them! However Jenny took a sip of her drink and gave Custard a reassuring look, or one that said "Play along". "Hmm...Is it good or bad type of funny?" Jenny asked, watching Custard take a sip of her drink. "I think the milk tastes funny but better" Custard said, attempting to fool Rhubarb. "Hmmm....Yes I do think it may be the milk.." Rhubarb commented, getting back to her drink. After a while of drinking the girls got up from their seats. "Excuse me you two, I'm just going to the loo!" Rhubarb didn't notice what was actually making her tea taste different and just saw this urge to pee as a usual one, although it was becoming a bigger urge each passing second. "Wh-What?! Cleaning?!" Rhubarb whispered to herself quite annoyed and angered as she became very desperate to go. She rushed out the cafe and to her daughters, a hand clutching her crotch. "Custard! Jenny! We got to find another toilet qui--Oh-Oh n-no..." Hisss...hissss...HIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.......! a massive wetmark formed around the front and butt of Rhubarb's dress, getting absolutely soaked as urine trinkled onto the floor below. Rhubarb was so embarrassed this was in front of her daughters. "Tsk...Tsk...Tsk!" Jenny said in an intimidating way. "Seems you've broken the rule of no accidents and must be punished appropriately!" "Yeah! Just like we do!" Custard added. Rhubarb was gobsmacked, both her daughters turning the table on her due to an accident (Or so she thought), and to make matters worse there was a small crowd watching. "Right let's get the wet clothes off of you! You stink of pee Mama!" Custard said as she unzipped Rhubarb's dress to reveal a lack of a bra and her soaked and smelly pink underwear, Jenny was also keeping Rhubarb restraint so she couldn't resist. "G-G-Girls! There's people around here! Don't remove my cloTHEEEESS!!!" Rhubarb screamed as Jenny pulled Rhubarb to lay over her lap, Custard pulling the wet panties off as Rhubarb landed. "Stage one of the punishment for wetting is being stripped!" Custard announced aloud. "And stage two is getting a fully naked spanking!" Jenny added, placing Rhubarb's arms behind her back and raising her own free arm. "You two! Stop it at once! These aren't meant to affect me! I am your Mot--OWWWW!!!!" Rhubarb whined as her big fat exposed ass was being hammered with constant harsh slaps. Custard was filming the whole thing that was currently happening on her phone, zooming in on Rhubarb's pinkening butt. "#NaughtyMama!" Custard shouted. The spanking continued on and on for a good few 10 minutes, a crowd as big as the amount of flesh Rhubarb has on her now glowing red butt was watching her get spanked. "Annnnddddd stage three....isssss....."Both Jenny and Custard started, the former grasping Rhubarb's sore butt firmly to indicate Rhubarb would finish the sentence. "Th-They....They...get put in protective underwear for at least two days straight....." Rhubarb knew this stage very well as sometimes stage 2 gets skipped but never would 3. "Now let's get you protected!~" Jenny said in a teasing way as she lifted Rhubarb so she was sat on her lap, the punished milf covering her crotch and pussy with her now free arms. Custard got a pull-up out from the packet and opened it up, sliding it up Rhubarb's extended legs. "Cu-Custard! Stop it at once!" Rhubarb protested, however it didn't do very much to stop the girl. As the pull-up went up her legs, Jenny lifted Rhubarb off her lap so the diaper could "cover" Rhubarb's red behind, however really only the crack and 40% of her ass got covered with so much red spank marks noticeable. "Bye! Bye! Everyone!" Jenny announced grabbing all of their stuff. Custard took Rhubarb's hand and started heading to the exit, with Jenny following behind. "She'll be back here tomorrow!" Custard's comment causes the crowd to laugh. --Quite a lot of hours later, at dark-- Rhubarb layed in bed with her pull-up and a pajama shirt on her, while also holding a baby bottle given to her by Jenny. "Now, Now! Don't make a fuss! Your coffee is in a safe cup for you to avoid any more wet accidents!" Jenny said in a tease as Rhubarb finished drinking her coffee and putit to the side. "I'm going to rewrite the rules to omit me from this ince it's..... it's...over.....Zzzzzzzz" Rhubarb had fallen asleep just as she finished her sentence, Jenny turned off the lights and left the room to meet with Custard. "JenJen! Did you out the laxatives and sleeping pills in?" She asked her older sister. "Of course I did, now let's get som sleep so we can deal with her more easily tomorrow!" Later and night due to both the things spiked into her drink earlier, Rhubarb was fast asleep but was having a bit of a nightmare! Nobody knew what it was about, but it clearly made her wet her pull-up....and then it must have gotten even scarier as several big lumps started to form at the back of the pull-up. TO BE CONTINUED!
  17. Note: This story is heavily based on Lauren's Game by @Tinkletown and the images are taken from the game as well. Hope you all enjoy it. Prologue: Peggy was an 18 year old high school girl. She had a very simple lifestyle and her only focus was on her studies. She was an excellent student and was always the topper of the class. Because of her simplicity and nerdiness nobody wanted to be friends with her and would only talk to her for favors of completing their assignments. She only had one friend, Amanda. They both knew each others since 3rd grade. It was a normal day apart from the fact that the temperature was almost 38 degree Celsius. It was absolutely boiling out there. Everything was normal until 4th period. The 4th period was games period. As soon as the bell rang all of the students left their seats and started moving towards the gymnasium. The girls and boys went to their respective locker rooms for changing their clothes. After they had changed, they did a little warm-up and then started playing basketball. This continued for the next 45 minutes. Everybody was exhausted from the intense workout. Peggy was only able to score 4 points and her team lost by a margin of 14 points. She was very thirsty. Her thirst had risen from a quiet background song to dance-rave loud. After changing she immediately went towards the water dispenser and drank a huge amount of liquid to quench her thirst. The bell had rung and the recess had started. She took her lunch box and went to the cafeteria along with Amanda. The duo sat at their favorite spot and started chatting. They both opened their lunch boxes. Peggy had brought her usual peanut-butter sandwich and Amanda had brought tacos. They started eating the food. Amanda offered Peggy a taco. Peggy took a bite of the taco. It was too hot for Peggy's liking. She somehow swallowed the bolus of the taco. Her mouth turned into a tomato. She started coughing badly. Amanda quickly gave her water bottle. She chugged a few sips but it was not working. After drinking almost half of the bottle she calmed down. The recess was finally over. Peggy and Amanda went back to their class. The class went on for like 20 minutes and Peggy was feeling a bit uncomfortable. She felt a tingle in her bladder. All that liquid that she drank earlier was starting to show its effect. The Story (narrated from the perspective of Peggy) It was becoming difficult for me to concentrate on the lecture and every passing second on the clock seemed like an hour. I should have went to the toilet before the class, I thought to myself. I was in a terrible situation. I cannot use my hand to hold my crotch without getting the attention from the teacher miss Patrick. A little longer into the class it became almost impossible for me to hold my urges. I rose my hand and asked miss Patrick "Miss may I please use the restroom?" To which she responded "Peggy you know the rules, I am afraid that I cannot allow you the leave the class." I gave a whimper after hearing her statement. The pressure inside my bladder was becoming unbearable. I started squirming in my seat which was noticed by all of the students sitting near me. Soon the entire class started whispering about my situation. I was clenching as hard as I could just to avoid making a mess. The arms of the clock were moving like a snail. Eventually it became almost impossible to hold it in and I leaked a bit. I somehow with all my might was able to cut off the flow. Luckily the damage was not visible. I again raised my hand and asked with my cracking voice "Miss Patrick I really need to use the restroom, It is an emer......." Before I was able to complete my sentence another wave of desperation hit me and a spurt of pee escaped. This time I was literally helpless to cut off the flow of pee. The flood gates opened. My bladder literally bursted. My worst nightmare was becoming a reality in front of my eyes. I was peeing myself at the age of 18 like a toddler while the whole class stared at me. I peed for almost 20 seconds. A huge puddle was formed below my chair. I was brought to tears by my inability to hold my urine inside. I was weeping with my head down on the bench while my classmates watched my embarrassment. Some were in complete shock, some were laughing and some were gossiping about me. "This type of behavior is unacceptable in my class Peggy. Clean up your mess and go to the nurse's room immediately." Miss Patrick yelled at me. I somehow was able to clean up some amount of the puddle with my handkerchief. I was trembling badly. I was just not able to walk properly as I was in a state of shock. Amanda grabbed me and helped me clean up my puddle and she took me to the nurse's office. While walking through the corridor everyone was staring at my wet skirt and it was obvious that they knew that I had wet myself. Amanda still consoled in every way she could but I was not able to get myself together. When we reached the nurse's office, I was not able to speak for myself and explain my situation. Amanda explained the nurse about my accident. She was very sympathetic towards me and helped me take off my wet clothes and get changed into new ones. It was unfortunate that she didn't had a pair of underwear and the skirt which she gave me was a bit short. I felt almost exposed wearing that skirt but that was the best alternative. I returned back to the class with Amanda. My head was down in shame and I was not able to make eye contact with anyone. When I sat down, I was sure that people who were sitting behind me had a clear view of my bare bottom. I sat down on the chair which was still a little bit wet but I had no choice. It was uncomfortable to sit on that cold and wet chair. When the class was nearing its end I felt the same tingling sensation in my bladder. It looked like I had not completely urinated out the content. There was still some pee left within my bladder. I wanted to ask to use the toilet but I was not able to gather the courage to even raise my hand. It was inevitable that I would leak again. My only savior was the period bell. I began squirming in my chair again. I was only praying that somehow this nightmare would end and I could use the toilet. I guess that today was not my day. Everything that could go wrong was happening with me. I leaked again. I was able to cut off the flow again. Luckily my skirt was saved from the damage and the pee didn't hit the floor. The bell rang. I eagerly waited for the teacher to leave the class. As soon as she left, I quickly got up and made a wild dash towards the restroom. I leaked again in the classroom and with no panties to protect me this time, the pee directly fell on the floor. My classmates were able to make out that I was having an accident again. I didn't care to listen to any comments. My only priority was to reach the toilet without leaking any further. I was running in the corridor holding my crotch like a wild horse. I managed to enter the restroom without any further damage. I used the toilet and made sure that I released everything this time. I returned back to the class. Everyone was still gossiping about my accident and passing comments. In a single day I became the talk of the entire school. The entire day I didn't talked to anybody. When the final bell rang, I was not in the condition make eye contact with anybody, even with Amanda. When I got back home, I hugged my mom and again bursted into tears. She was shocked and confused about my sudden outburst. I explained her the whole scenario while weeping and sobbing. She consoled and made me calm down. For the next few days I didn't went to school and my mom also understood that I needed time to recover from this tragic accident. Amanda came home frequently to give me the notes and cheer me up. Finally I made up my mind to go to school. I was a bit scared to face my classmates. I was fearing that they would definitely pass mean comments about me. I went to the nurse's office to return the skirt which she gave to me. Then I slowly moved towards my classroom. Opposite to my expectations, everyone behaved as if nothing had happened. Everything was going well until recess. I went outside with miss Jefferson to ask some doubts about the lectures that I had missed. When I returned to my seat I saw an adult diaper there. 'The Squad' was there laughing out loud. Their laugh almost felt satanic to me. 'The Squad' I think every school has a group of girls/bitches who think they own the place. My situation was hardly any different. 'The Squad' had 4 members 1. Emily: The richest girl in class 2. Charlotte: The hottest girl in class 3. Ava: School basketball team captain 4. Sophia: The Head cheerleader These bitches can make anyone's life a living hell. Seeing the diaper on my seat, tears were brought to my eyes. I literally felt disgusted for existing. I ran away from the class with my watery eyes choking on my sobs. "Peggy! wait" Amanda tried to stop me but I was too carried away by my emotions. I ignored her call and ran away into the parking lobby where nobody was there at that point of time. I sat on a bench nearby and started crying out loud. TO BE CONTINUED So that wraps up Part 1 of the story. Hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to share your views about the story and suggestions to help me improve. I am open to constructive criticism. Thank you
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    A woman comes in to clean up a man's room. While she is busy picking things up the man can't help but notice her nice looking butt. Unable to control himself he grabs her butt and the woman actually flirts back a little bit. After a little bit of this he grabs a vibrator and makes the woman wet herself. Screenshots are in order of the files. In HUNTB-497 Uncut after she gets done wetting herself they have sex. Enjoy
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  19. View File HUNTB-497 A woman comes in to clean up a man's room. While she is busy picking things up the man can't help but notice her nice looking butt. Unable to help himself he grabs her butt and the woman actually flirts back a little bit. After a little bit of this he grabs a vibrator and makes the woman wet herself. Screenshots are in order of the files. In HUNTB-497 Uncut after she gets done wetting herself they have sex. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/27/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  20. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=641ec035bf958 Checks nearly every box for me. Talks about being desperate, desperation/build-up, fantastic colored jeans, great stain, hissing sound, clearly horny and masturbates for several minutes genuinely while pulling pants partially down in shower.
  21. I haven't written for more than one person at a time in a while so the writing is probably bad and scenario probably stretchy but hopefully you can enjoy it for the omo content, and other things that come with it. (My original version, with a character most of you don't even know, contained messing, but this one won't) Wet Bondage in a Wetsuit Tina was looking forward to three days of fun with Jenny. Both girls were 19 and very pretty. Tina had long blonde hair and Jenny had brown hair usually in a ponytail. They sat on the couch of Tina's house. Tina was wearing a black T-shirt and short, tight, pink shorts, and Jenny was wearing a white T-shirt and tight jeans. Both knew that the other liked the way her butt looked in them, and they were at the point where, when no one else was around, they would playfully slap each other's butts, sometimes give each other wedgies. Today, Tina decided to play out one of her long-time fantasies. "You know, I've always wanted to be tied up for three days in a wetsuit." "Ooh, that sounds like fun," said Jenny. Tina got out a black and pink wetsuit that she had been saving for this day, put it on over her T-shirt and shorts, and put an old spare mattress in the middle of a room. She then sat down on the mattress, and Jenny tied her hands behind her back and tied her feet together. Tina struggled against the ropes but they would not budge, and smiled, enjoying this. It was a hot summer day, so Jenny gave Tina several big glasses of water, sometimes her favorite soda. As it was dinner time, Jenny gave Tina a fruit smoothie with protein in it. As it was starting to get dark, Tina had to go to the bathroom. She hadn't thought about this. She was about to tell Jenny to untie her so she could go, when she stopped. She was already having some kinky fun, she wanted to be tied up for three days straight, and she figured that holding her pee while tied up would make it more fun. She couldn't hold herself or cross her legs, and she really liked it that way. She held it for several hours as Jenny put on a sports channel for them to watch. As the hours went by, Tina's need to pee increased. She fidgeted where she sat, but stopped when Jenny looked in her direction, as she feared that if Jenny saw how much she needed to go, she'd untie her. "I'm going to bed," said Jenny. "Do you need anything?" "A glass of water would be nice," said Tina. Jenny poured a glass of water and held it in front of Tina, who drank it. "Anything else?" "Maybe if you put me in a position that would make sleeping easier." Jenny smiled and moved Tina into a position with her head down and her behind in the air. Jenny patted Tina's rear end and said "Good night, Tina." "Good night, Jenny," said Tina with a big smile. As soon as Jenny was out of sight, Tina fidgeted some more. Pretty soon, all the lights in the house were out and Tina was fidgeting harder than ever. She really needed to go, but she was powerless to do anything about it. Well... she could wake up Jenny and have her untie her so she could use the bathroom, but it was more fun holding it. She wondered whether she could hold it all night, or fall to sleep in her desperate condition, or if she did, whether she'd pee in her sleep? The idea that she might not make it occurred to her. If she really wanted, she could wake Jenny up. But she thought it would be more fun to stay like this overnight and hold it as long as she could. If anything, the possibility of having an accident only made it more exciting... ... Jenny woke up in the morning. She yawned, stretched her arms, and got out of bed. She walked into the bathroom and took her morning pee. It suddenly occurred to her that Tina had spent hours tied up in her wetsuit on the mattress while drinking a lot and had not once used the bathroom. She finished as fast as she could and ran over to Tina. Tina was asleep with a relaxed expression on her face, in the same position that Jenny had left her in. Jenny patted her butt lightly, and Tina woke up. "Good morning, Jenny," she said with a smile. "Good morning, Tina," said Jenny. "Did you sleep well?" "Mm-hmm." "Do you want me to untie you so you can go to the bathroom? You must really have to go after all you drank." "Actually, I already went." Tina blushed lightly and giggled. "Oh." Jenny felt very excited hearing these words. Tina had peed her wetsuit, and her tight pink shorts underneath. She just hoped she wasn't too uncomfortable. "How long have you been wet?" "I had to go right when it was getting dark, and I held it as long as I could. I think it must have been about an hour after all the lights were out, that I couldn't hold it anymore. It was probably another hour before I went to sleep." "That must have been very unpleasant." "Actually, I really enjoyed it. Both holding my pee, which is why I didn't tell you I had to go, and peeing myself." Jenny smiled. "Good to hear you're still having fun," she said, patting Tina's butt again. "I think I need a spanking for being such a naughty girl and going potty in my pants," said Tina. Jenny slapped Tina's butt. As Jenny continued to spank Tina, Tina had a look of absolute pleasure on her face. Here she was, tied up, in a wetsuit that she had peed in, with Jenny slapping her tush over and over. After at least 50 swats, Jenny stopped. "Aw, why did you stop?" asked Tina. "Your rear end must really hurt," said Jenny. "I think it needs a massage now." Jenny started rubbing Tina's butt with both hands, which Tina also enjoyed. As Tina sighed of pleasure, she emptied her bladder the rest of the way. She felt dirty knowing she was deliberately peeing herself, and liked it. Jenny giggled and patted Tina's butt before rubbing it some more. Once the butt massage was done, Jenny got Tina back into a sitting position. The hours went by and Jenny gave Tina lots of water, soda, ice tea, and smoothies to drink. Tina drank them as fast as she could because, not only was it another hot day, but she wanted to experience holding to bursting point again. It wasn't long before Tina felt her drinks hit her. "I have to go to the bathroom," she said, fidgeting where she sat. "You'll just have to hold it," said Jenny with a smile. Tina smiled and continued fidgeting. Hours went by, and Jenny gave her more drinks. Soon she had to pee really badly. "I REALLY have to go!" she said, squirming hard where she sat. Jenny was enjoying the show. "Too bad. Hold it or go in your wetsuit." Tina was also enjoying this. As fun as last night had been, it was even more fun to express her desperation in front of Jenny, and to have Jenny tell her to hold it. This was better than she had imagined. She continued to squirm, feeling waves of pee sloshing around inside her. She leaked a few times and whimpered, but of course she really enjoyed them. Eventually, Tina couldn't hold it anymore. She stopped fidgeting and sighed of relief as she peed her wetsuit. She felt the warm wetness spread through her butt, as this time she was in sitting position. Last time it had mostly soaked her crotch and legs, and flowed out the legs of her wetsuit onto the mattress, which had dried overnight. This time, in her current position, her wetsuit contained the pee, and she felt her shorts and the inside of her wetsuit get flooded. She sighed in immense pleasure. The feeling of relief, the warm wetness, the naughty feeling of peeing herself in front of the girl she liked... It was absolute bliss. Jenny could hear a loud hissing noise emanating from Tina as she wet herself. She, too, really enjoyed this, combined with her sighs of relief and pleasure. Tina peed for over two minutes before she finally stopped. Though she was slightly disappointed that it was over, she sighed of pleasure, relief, and satisfaction, at what she had just done and the state she was in now. She was very wet, and she loved it. "Wow, you really needed to go," said Jenny. Tina giggled. She sat in her own pee for several more hours, and once again Jenny served her lots of drinks. Pretty soon she needed to pee again, and once again she held it, squirming where she sat. Eventually she was fidgeting hard again and said "I REALLY have to go!" "Let me help you with that." Jenny started tickling Tina's armpits. Tina started to laugh uncontrollably. She hadn't expected this, but being tickled while tied up and desperate to pee was a whole new level of fun for her. Jenny tickled harder and Tina laughed harder, and before she knew it, she blasted a power pee in her wetsuit. Jenny could hear the hissing noise and kept tickling her, while Tina laughed harder, and her stream grew stronger. Jenny tickled Tina for about a minute after she finished peeing, and then stopped. "Was that fun?" she asked. Tina caught her breath. "It was so much fun," she said. "And now I don't have to pee anymore." ... On the morning of the third day, Tina awoke to the feeling of Jenny sitting on her tushie. She giggled. "Good morning Jenny." "Good morning, Tina." Jenny sniffed. "Phew. You really stink." Tina giggled. Of course, being tied up for three days straight, sweating a lot, peeing herself a lot, and not changing out of her wetsuit or outfit underneath would do that to her. It made her feel even dirtier. In a fun way. Then Tina felt her rear end get warmer. For a second, she wondered why, she wasn't peeing nor in sitting position. Then she realized that Jenny was peeing her jeans while sitting on her. Jenny sighed of relief, and Tina was so excited she took her own morning pee right where she was. "I can understand why you like this so much," said Jenny when she finished peeing. "But now I think it's about time you took a bath." "Aw, it's over already?" Tina asked. Jenny stood up and untied Tina. "Yes it is, but we can always do this again sometime." She walked into the bathroom and filled the tub with warm, soapy water. Tina removed her wetsuit but left her T-shirt and shorts on as she climbed into the tub and sat down. Jenny washed Tina all over, scrubbing her with soap. Tina enjoyed getting a bath this way. Then Jenny had Tina get on all fours, poured a large dollop of soap onto her butt, and began rubbing with both hands, coating her stinky shorts in suds. Tina took great pleasure in this, and Jenny washed her for longer than she needed to before she rinsed Tina off. "That was so much fun," said Tina. "It sure was," said Jenny. "Your pants need a wash too," said Tina. Jenny smiled and climbed into the tub in her wet jeans.
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    CESD-339 Non Stop Wetting Yourself A Big Tits Office Lady Pisses Herself Mao Hamasaki CESD-339-01 - After enjoying a nice pee break an office lady returns to her desk only to be called up to her bosses office. Once inside his office she gets a sudden strong urge to pee again and ends up wetting herself a little infront of her boss. He sees the puddle on his carpet and brings her to the couch where he gives her a spanking. During the spanking she ends up wetting herself even more. Her boss then order her to remove her panties as he uses multiple vibrators to make her spray piss far across the room multiple times. CESD-339-02 - The office lady is working late at night with her coworker when he suddenly approaches her and makes her piss/squirt multiple times. CESD-339-03 - While at a meeting the desperate woman wets herself infront of everyone. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-339 Uncut has everything plus sex Enjoy
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  23. View File CESD-339 CESD-339 Non Stop Wetting Yourself A Big Tits Office Lady Pisses Herself Mao Hamasaki CESD-339-01 - After enjoying a nice pee break an office lady returns to her desk only to be called up to her bosses office. Once inside his office she gets a sudden strong urge to pee again and ends up wetting herself a little infront of her boss. He sees the puddle on his carpet and brings her to the couch where he gives her a spanking. During the spanking she ends up wetting herself even more. Her boss then order her to remove her panties as he uses multiple vibrators to make her spray piss far across the room multiple times. CESD-339-02 - The office lady is working late at night with her coworker when he suddenly approaches her and makes her piss/squirt multiple times. CESD-339-03 - While at a meeting the desperate woman wets herself infront of everyone. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-339 Uncut has everything plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 02/06/2023 Category JAV Collections  
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