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Author's note: Greetings, amateur author here. I have always wanted a yuri omutsu story mixed with Lit-RPG elements, and so I decided to write this when I didn't find any. Please enjoy~ ∠(ᐛ」∠)＿ Synopsis Elizabeth Rochefield, a heiress destined to one day inherit her father’s international commercial group, was an otherwise normal girl. Being an introvert with above average intelligence, she would spend most of her free time indoors. Her hobbies ranged from reading novels and playing video games, to enjoying her diaper fetish... Her life was busy with all her needs and wants met, yet she still craved something more. Regardless of how seemingly perfect her life was she wished for nothing more than to be a dashing heroine, one akin to her favourite novels. A wish that she would one day regret making. It was on that day, while Elizabeth flew on her private jet that something terrible happened, something that would change her life forever. Drawn by a strange electrical sensation Elizabeth looked out the window. Soon the bright overcast skies were torn asunder, as the ominous and ear shattering sound of glass cracking filled the air. A massive crack in the very fabric of space opened up in the skies above. Ashen clouds began to pour out of the crack contaminating the once calm skies, as lightning tore through the air. For the young heiress this visage only lasted a second in her eyes, as she suddenly found herself transported into what was a divine domain that existed in a separate dimension from her own. Elizabeth found herself and several other newcomers brought to this strange place. There were also others who had been in there for a longer time. Now forcibly recruited by an emotionless being that ruled over this domain, known only as The System. It referred to the lot of them as Users, and bestowed them with a strange power reminiscent of that of RPG characters, complete with status screens. The System tasked the Users to venture to dangerous fantastical worlds in order to harvest karma. In exchange for their efforts they were granted abilities and items far beyond their understanding. Left with little choice she began her journey. Over the course of what felt like a lifetime Elizabeth had successfully traversed six worlds, each filled with harsh experiences, and bountiful rewards. This would all come crashing down upon her one day, as the domain was suddenly attacked by an unknown entity. The System rallied the Users under it to fight back, but in the end regardless of how much power and experience they had gained on their quest they were all miserably defeated. In the murky darkness after the battle ended Elizabeth found herself still alive, her soul somehow intact. Desperate and now lacking a body she was offered an opportunity by The System. To once again harvest karma from myriad worlds, in order to enable The System to restore itself. In exchange for this The System guaranteed the restoration of her body and the continued gain of abilities as it grew stronger. Left with no other choice but a literal deal from the devil, she begrudgingly accepted. Chapter 1 - The Black Plague Rays of orange light interweaved between clouds in the sky as the morning sun peeked over the horizon. Various trees with yellowing leaves decorated the land of Japan, their leaves blown away with the late autumn wind. Birds chirped, while a sparse amount of people walked or sat on benches. Inside a middling apartment, Elizabeth was laid there on a bed, eyes closed. Then, her eyes fluttered open. She lifted her upper body and sat on the bed while brushing a stray blonde hair to the back of her ear. “Looks like System covered their part of the deal…” Elizabeth muttered. A bit weary, she opened her status menu by thinking about it. ‘Curses! System, I understand why my physical stats decreased since my body was reconstructed, but why did my magic stats and abilities degrade, while some abilities were removed entirely?’ ‘What?! Ah, I guess it isn’t weird for me to have soul injury from that scale of war. System, is there any memory loss involved?’ ‘Thank goodness, but it sounds like I have to train my skills back up again, and purchase new ones.’ Although she always had a hint of suspicion towards The System in her heart, she wasn’t powerful enough to investigate it right now. At least some abilities and all of her innate abilities still remained. Finishing her thought, she opened the Main Quest. ‘It seems like I am currently in the world of “The Black Plague”, the anime about parasitic zombies that I watched back on Earth, and also at System Domain for information gathering purposes.’ Curious about what identity she was given for her quest, she checked the identity screen related to this world. Her identity was just an ordinary foreigner orphan who recently lost her parents, which was the usual identity given to users by System. She is currently an eighteen years old third-grade high school student who is close to graduation. The identity screen also included an explanation as to why System specified the 1st Main Quest to be done in the afternoon. It was simply because she called in sick. With how The System usually did things, it must be to let the users get their bearings in the new world. As for the failure’s punishment, it was actually a warning, since moving away from the protagonist is much more dangerous. This was because they usually have the world itself protecting them, otherwise known as their plot armour. In addition, karma is harvested near the protagonist most of the time, but sometimes other characters too when they have a plot related to the world’s fate. She then proceeded to check her pocket-dimension inventory. ‘As expected, I lost all my items, alas. Looks like I have to obtain equipment and supplies for when the zombie apocalypse happens.‘ Thankfully, it seemed like the upgrades she purchased for it still existed. It can currently hold any non-living objects with a capacity of 10 cubic metres, and items can be taken in and out instantly. But the main feature was the time stop function it has, which was especially important for magical materials that degrade in potency over time. Elizabeth only got it near the end of her sixth world after saving up and getting the permission to purchase it from a troublesome quest. ‘System, how did the inventory upgrades stay despite my soul injury and losing all its content?’ ‘I see… well, I shouldn’t see the glass as half empty, let’s just be grateful for this fortune.’ Turning her body to the bedside, she felt the cold ceramic floor and noticed a pair of white bunny sandals nearby. Slotting her feet into the sandals, she stood up and walked into the front of a mirror above a sink. Her thin white nightie fluttered with her movement. She checked her body condition with the mirror, and noticed how her eyes looked different. Instead of her previous uniform green eyes, her eyes were now the colour of silver mixed with emerald. Their green hue at the top gradually changes to silver as it goes down. When she looked at them sideways and back from different angles, they also shimmered in different ways. She wondered if it had anything to do with her untimely death and revival. She then checked her front and back for any injury, her pale skin alongside her long blonde hair seemed to be fine and the same as before. Her body balance so far indicated that her height is the same as before, which is quite short at around 150 cm or 4’11. She proceeded to change her white nightie into a short one-piece white dress, white satin gloves, and white panties. She put her entire wardrobe’s contents into her inventory, then she took a short rest to let her mana recharge. A user’s pocket-dimension inventory consumes mana to use and maintain, and is facilitated by System. She wouldn’t have needed to rest if her 「Willpower」, the stat that corresponds to mana capacity and mental defense, was at the quality of a Sovereign Rank user she previously had. Next, she took the mattress and the blanket, in addition to her sunscreen lotion, smartphone, wallet, backpack, and school supplies. She then moved to the kitchen, where she managed to get a chef knife, dining utensils, and three packets of instant ramen. Her inventory does not abide like the usual storage in reality, it doesn’t matter what shape they are. As long as there’s space left, it will fit no matter what. She found out that the bowls actually had less volume than the ramen’s package, so she decided to test out her cooking skills. She found this out by putting them in her inventory. The addition of the water’s volume is not a problem since it would also hydrate her. She cooked them with no additional flair since there's no other ingredient to use. Smelling the tantalising instant ramen, her stomach rumbled, so she decided to eat one of them. Finished with pilfering her own apartment clean, she noticed that it was late morning already. Wearing white silk thigh-highs, pink-accented white sneakers, and sunscreen, she walked outside. She visited several markets, and borrowed various supplies by utilising her inventory, utterly remorseless. She made sure not to take too many from the same store, but from multiple ones, to make it harder to notice. She avoided detection from people and surveillance cameras alike by using blind spots and acting natural. Nobody would’ve suspected a cute girl like her to be shoplifting so shamelessly after all. It went smoothly all thanks to her previous experience,「Basic Stealth」, and 16「Dexterity」. Having a stat at 16 means it was 1.6 times that of the average human. She shopped as she liked while taking some rest in-between to recover her mana. Besides supplies, she also took several machetes, black elbow pads, knee pads, and welding masks paired with fitting motorcycle helmets for herself and this world’s protagonist party. In the middle of her shopping spree, she was surprised to find an antique shop which has an actual sharp stainless-steel bastard sword. After that unexpected find, she went to pickpocket guns from the police, by innocently walking past five police officers and putting them in her inventory. As Japan has an incredibly low amount of gun-related deaths, they only carried an old New Nambu Model 60 and no extra ammo, which was a revolver with five .38 special rounds capacity that was distributed in the 1960’s. Then she went to check the nearby police station for kevlar, but it is too difficult to do it at day for her Basic Stealth compared to supermarkets, so she decided to wait until midnight later on to borrow a few toys to confiscate from their armoury. Even if there are still some night shift guards, it would be much easier to sneak in without throngs of people moving around. Not to mention, the current times of peace would lax their vigilance. After stocking her inventory full with useful items for the apocalypse, in a nearby supermarket, she can’t help but grab several packs of Yurihime (Lily Princess) pull-ups that have pink tabs and elegant pink lilies drawn on its pure white base, alongside changing supplies. This has been her stress relief as a System User. Other users turned to alcohol and drugs. Although they’re not as thick as she liked, she would use them in the meantime. While at it, she also went to order several packages of proper fetish diapers online to be delivered tomorrow. With the pull-up packages in her inventory, she walked to a nearby public restroom, her heart pumping a bit faster from giddiness. ‘Even after all this time, the anticipation of wearing one is still there...’ Elizabeth thought as she pulled down her panties inside a stall, and then she put it into her inventory. She applied a rash-prevention cream on her crotch. Then the cream was put back into her inventory. After that, a package of Yurihime pull-ups appeared on her hand, then with a rustle, she opened it and grabbed one. She put the package back into her inventory. Lifting her dainty foot, she put it into the pull-up one after another, then pulled it up tight. She faintly smiled at the familiar softness of her protection. She then kept her skirt lifted by pressing it with her chin, a hand pulled the pull-up’s front open, while another sprinkled talcum powder into her crotch. Smelling the fresh lavender smell, she blushed a bit. With a plap, she stopped pulling the front of her pull-up, covering her crotch with an illustration of pink lilies. Her sheer white one-piece’s skirt flutters as it goes down, shrouding the flower garden from prying eyes. Putting a hand on her crotch, she whimpered slightly at the pressure in her lower abdomen. She hadn’t “watered the flower” at her apartment, and it’s now the middle of the noon. With her shopping done for now, she walked to her apartment. It was late noon when she arrived at her apartment. As she unlocked her apartment door, she suddenly felt a stomach cramp, which caused her to slightly bend forward. Psshtt… trickle “Mnn…” The cramp caused her to spurt out a momentary jet of pee, before it petered out to some droplets and then stopped with effort. After a few agonising seconds, the pain was relieved. She pulled up her white dress’ short skirt and peeked at her pull-up. The pink lilies protecting her are still untainted, it’s as white and pink as usual. Pressing a hand on her pull-up, it crinkled faintly. She felt a faint dampness inside from the pressure before it went away, the pull-up’s gel absorbing them. That crisis averted, she pulled out her school uniform from her inventory and changed into them. It’s short sleeved with thigh-high skirt, leaving a gap of plump skin between it and her white tights, creating the infamous absolute territory. It also barely covers her pull-up with around half an inch to spare. After changing her clothes, she pulled out her school backpack and proceeded to wear it. Since Mizumi High School was nearby, she walked there. Mizumi High School is a prestigious all-girls school that has five floors and windows all over them. It has a tower in the middle that hangs a giant clock inscribed with roman numerals. There are trees, benches, and a fountain decorating the front yard. Following directional signs, she went to the principal’s office. In the middle of walking… Psssssss… She only noticed it after a while to stop it, her walk slowing down as she does, with a hand tightly pressed on her crotch. …ssht… pssht… Prfft… Alongside her accident, a faint wisp of wind also sneaked out. … trickle “Huff…” Done with her second unfortunate mishap, she continued to walk. The fresh pee dampened her pull-up again. At this point, if someone were to catch a glimpse under her short skirt, they would’ve seen the pull-up’s sacred pink lilies tainted with slight yellow. The thought excited her, making her heart beat faster. As she walked, her pull-up’s gel whisked away the liquid, this time taking a few seconds more than before. After arriving at her destination, she knocked on the door. “Please come in,” said someone inside. “Excuse me.” Elizabeth opened the door into an elegant office with a soft brown rug, a brown bookshelf, and a brown desk paired with a chair. Sitting on it was a middle-aged woman in a business dress, the ray of early afternoon sun streaming on her through a window behind. As Elizabeth moved into the office, an ethereal fragrance of lavender filled the room, dazing the woman as she saw her. Unknown to the woman, she was affected by this temptress’ innate ability of「Charm」. “Greetings, principal, good afternoon. I am Elizabeth Rochefield, a transfer student from Fujikawa High School. Here is the transfer paper,” Elizabeth said with a slight polite smile as she handed the transfer paper. With the greetings that sounded like bells and wind chimes coming from Elizabeth, the principal woke up from her daze as she subconsciously grabbed the paper. Elizabeth’s polite expression didn’t change, seemingly not noticing the principal’s reaction. After a few seconds, she looked at the transfer paper, then back at her. “Good afternoon, Erizabesu-chan. We received your request for a transfer a few days ago. After a discussion with the other staff, we decided to place you in class 3-A, as your grades were acceptable for the best class we have in third year. Let us go there and meet your homeroom teacher, Mizuhana-sensei.” The name caught Elizabeth’s attention. In the anime, Rae Mizuhana was a former spec-ops soldier skilled in guns, knives, and vehicles. She is also skilled in small unit tactics, letting her command the protagonist party decisively, while also teaching it to the protagonist. Then they walked to the classroom. The principal went inside first to greet the homeroom teacher. Outside the classroom, Elizabeth could see the teacher. She is what they call a yamato nadeshiko, meaning the ideal Japanese beauty. With black iris, long black hair, milky white skin, and a lean figure. Meanwhile, chatter filled the classroom as the principal arrived inside. “Why did the principal come to the class? Is there a problem?” a silver-haired girl asked. “I think it’s a new transfer student, I hope it’ll be a cute girl,” her twintailed friend replied. “Heh, so typical of you, to always have your head in the mud,” the silver-haired girl sneered. “W-what did you say?!” shouted the other girl in response, glaring. The classroom became quiet as their homeroom teacher entered with a petite girl. An inexplicable lavender smell suddenly wafted into the room in the girl’s wake. Looking at her blonde hair and pale skin, even though they are girls, they were dazed by this foreign beauty. As she walked in, Elizabeth noticed the albino girl with long silver-hair and the heterochromia girl with twintails. They were the protagonist and the romance interest of this world respectively, Himeko Reinford and Asami Hiyama. Moving to the front of the class, she turned to the touch-screen board. She wrote her name on the board in katakana “ロシュフィールド・エリザベス” while her classmates were still not fully there. Elizabeth then turned back to them, her glinting silver-emerald eyes mesmerising them. “Greetings, everyone, my name is Elizabeth Rochefield. I am pleased to be your acquaintance,” she said as she bowed slightly to them. Although her movement woke them up, the fairy-like voice entranced them. It took them a few seconds before they could react. “Pleased to be your acquaintance, Roshufuirudo-san!” everyone replied uniformly to her introduction, except for a certain silver-haired girl that actually said “Rochefield” in proper English. Elizabeth then straightened her back. Meanwhile, the inside of Elizabeth’s head was filled with nervousness. She was so stressed out from her previous death that she thoughtlessly and giddily went and enacted one of her favourite fetish fantasies. Although she’s nervously holding back the tide, it also felt nice. Feeling all those eyes staring at her as she tried to avoid ruining her pull-up is doing all kinds of things to her heart. “Erizabesu-chan, please take a seat in an empty chair,” the teacher implored. Elizabeth stayed still however, blushing red, quivering in place, and clenching her fists on her sides. She is barely keeping her waste in, afraid that it’s going to leak if she walks. The others silently started to wonder what the problem was. ‘Ngh, darn, this is so embarrassing. What in tarnation was I thinking? I wouldn’t want to leave such a horrendous first impression. I already went through six harsh worlds already, I shouldn’t be this impulsive. I should’ve thought of this more when I-’ Knees bend slightly, face blushing, eyes widened and dazed. Brrt… pfft… crackle …psh… psssssht… psssssssss… “Gkh…” With that crackle, an intruder pounded mercilessly onto the back of her pampers. This tragedy was accompanied with Elizabeth helplessly irrigating her flower garden, the pure white padding that was already stained a bit gets more discoloured. The sacred pink lilies turned yellowish, seemingly wilting. It turns darker in shade as her watering-can drizzled. … psssssssssh… “Haah… haah… mnngh-” The intruder from earlier wasn’t finished either, it kept pushing and pushing against her poor little pampers with muffled wet crinkles. It pushed until it couldn’t take it anymore, letting the enemy infiltrate further outward into the front and the back. The sheer brutality of its attack stained the previously pure white padding’s back light brown, spreading and turning darker in shade as the ruthless assault progressed. The frontline of its army invaded close to the trickling rain clouds, turning soft and muddy. …psssht… trickle As the tragic war concluded, her poor little pull-up was left worse for wear. The feeling of sopping wetness at the front and tremendous fullness at the back were overwhelming. Despite the pungent wind sneaking out of her at the start, it was quiet and was muffled by her pampers, so it was only heard by the teacher near her. “Erizabesu-chan, what’s the matter?” the teacher asked with concern as she moved close to her. The other students are confused, only some perceptive ones in the front noticed her weird state and quiet mewls, including a certain silver-haired girl and her friend. When the teacher got close to her, she caught a whiff of a faint pungent smell and put two and two together. “It seemed like Erizabesu-chan isn’t feeling well, so I will take her to the infirmary. Class will be in self-study session until the bell rings, see you tomorrow,” the former spec-ops commanded decisively. When she was about to pat Elizabeth on her shoulder, Elizabeth suddenly evaded her pat. A bit surprised, Mizuhana-sensei put down her hand and decided to just say a gentle “let’s go” as she led the poor girl to the infirmary. Her poor little pull-up squishing and sloshing as she walked, still trying its best to take in the earlier storm. Author's note: Thank you for reading this story. Since you bothered to read this far, why don't you leave an upvote and even comment below? Feedback would motivate me to write more, and I am feeling quite nervous about this first published story of mine~ ＿(ᐛ」∠)＿

(Just saying this before you read that this specific chapter doesn't have much omo in it... just mainly explaining backstory, you may still read if you like.) The road was long and hard up the rocky path... The group of three traveled up a great mountain, basking in the clean, fresh air. Naniko walked in the front, Goken behind her, and Jiriyuu following. The winds grew stronger, and the sun shined on Naniko's hair, causing it to reflect back the light onto the two warriors' eyes. The reflecting stopped, however, when Naniko looked back at Goken and began speaking to him as they walked... "So, Goken... please tell me more about you," she spoke. Goken let out a smile, and said "Me? I've not much to tell about myself, only a mere Ronin." Jiriyuu rushed in front of Goken as he heard that, and gave off a rather quizzical look at him... "So... what do you have to get out of the way? Errands? Unfinished business? Or are you just looking for a good spot?" Jiriyuu asked. Goken looked back at his blue-haired companion(?) with a confused look. "What are you talking about?" Goken asked back. Jiriyuu's face became slightly more serious, but not by much. "Well... if you're a Ronin, that must mean you had a Damiyo at one point, right?" Jiriyuu continued. "Well yeah, he's been dead for about two years now... rest his soul." Goken replied. Jiriyuu came to a complete halt, causing Goken to bump into him. His face became one of shock. "Wait a sec... you mean to tell me that your master has been dead for TWO FUCKING YEARS and you haven't offed yourself yet?!*" Jiriyuu shouted angrily. "What do you mean? Goken asked confused, "I was going to do it when he died, but..." Goken's mouth was stalled by the look Jiriyuu had once again changed... this time... a horrifying, death-blowing, evil stare... just staring at Goken. Naniko looked at them worried, for she knew that an evil wind was blowing... and boy was she right, for Jiriyuu grabbed his sword, and before Goken could unsheathe his, Jiriyuu thrusted the back of his sheath onto Goken's jaw, causing him to fall to the dirt. He then grabbed Goken by the chest, placed him onto the rocky wall, and started beating him senselessly. "YOU DARE BREAK THE CODE OF BUSHIDO?! YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO CALL YOURSELF A WARRIOR! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PEASANT WITH A STICK! GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU!" Jiriyuu screamed at Goken in a fuming rage as he kept on with his blows. Naniko tried to stop Jiriyuu by yelling at him, but it did nothing, for Jiriyuu was too blinded by anger. Jiriyuu, with his fist hotter than Hell itself, threw Goken back onto the ground. He unsheathed his blade, making the sun's rays glimmer off it's edges, and pointed it back at Goken. "Leave now peasant, for if I EVER see your face again I will personally-" *SMACK* Jiriyuu's threat was interrupted by the sound of Naniko's palm swinging across his cheek. "Do NOT hurt him anymore!" Naniko shouted at Jiriyuu. Naniko once again rushed to Goken's aid, and assisted him up. "Please, I'm so sorry," The priestess told Goken, who's face was severely bloodied and bruised. "I don't understand what's gotten into him lately." Goken rested himself by the rocky wall, still catching his breath, while Naniko wiped off his blood. Jiriyuu only looked at him with his cheek glowing a bright red... he wasn't sure what to say, though I can assure you apologies were not what went through his head, only a burning hatred to Goken... a hatred he hoped he could dispel quickly... with a sword. "So..." Naniko spoke to Goken awkwardly as she cleaned his face, "How did your master die?" Goken took a deep breath and said "Well... ... ... like I said, it was two years ago... I remember being there when it happened. I remember having long walks with him. I'd always stay by his side protecting him... ...Funny thing though... that old guy believed he was a psychic." "Oh did he now?" Naniko replied. "Yup," Goken continued, "and here's the cool part... every prediction he's ever made has always been correct. Usually when he was out on business he'd go alone, but every time he's asked me to go with him, some crazy shit happens: Muggings, ambushes, even assassination attempts... as if he knew they would happen! He knew when trouble came, he knew when one would become wealthy, he knew when the crops would grow and die, Hell... he even knew the exact day when a child was to be born!" "Wow!" Naniko spoke astonished, "he sounds like an amazing person." "Yeah," Goken continuing his story, he even predicted... the day of his own death... He was laying in his bed, deathly ill... no medicine could cure him. I remember... I was going to take my own life right by his bed, for I failed to protect him... I stuck the tang of my blade into my abdomen when my master used the last of his strength to stop me. He actually wanted me not to take my own life, but rather keep it... he had made one last prediction to me..." "Keep on living, for I can assure you... there will be another one... another who needs your skills... another who needs you... ... ..." "And then he blew his last breath on me... so staying loyal to him, even in death, I followed his orders to stay alive." "... I'm so sorry for your loss," Naniko said with pity. "OH COME NOW MISTRESS!" Jiriyuu shouted in an agitated manner, "A psychic daimyo? Do you honestly believe in such fantasies? THIS MAN IS LYING!" "I am NOT!" Goken shouted back in oppression, "I even still have the scar from when my master died!" Goken then untied his robes, revealing a small, pink line on his abdomen. "Oh please, that could have been from anything!" Jiriyuu shouted back again, "Maybe you don't know how to use a sword, so you jus- "Jiriyuu, ENOUGH!" Naniko yelled angrily, "How about we just get back on track, shall we? After all, our destination isn't to far away from here." With that in mind, all three continued back up the mountain path... ("I hope we get their soon... I'm in urgent need to pee again.") Naniko thought to herself. End of Chapter 2 (*: for those who don't know... when a samurai lost their daimyo it was tradition that the samurai commit hari kari, and stay loyal to their master in death. Those who did not take their lives became Ronin, or a samurai with no master.)

The forest was peaceful and quiet... The blossoms swayed with the wind... the animals hunted their prey... the sun shined on... the perfect day. The desolate woods had never been so peaceful before. It was the perfect day to walk in the woods without a care in the world... and in the middle of these woods... was a man... a Ronin... who wore light blue robes and had long black hair tied into a stalk, carried in his left hand his trusty blade, sheathed tightly, and in his right, a piece of paper, and on that paper stated directions to somewhere... a shrine... "How much more do I have to walk to this accursed shrine?" The Ronin grumbled, "My feet are starting to kill me." The Ronin kept walking along the forest path as his wooden sandals made sideways elevens on the dirt until he reached a small tree stump on the side of the road. Checking to make sure no one was around, the man walked towards the stump and sat right on top of it. He placed his sword and the bag he was carrying to the side, reached his arm behind him and began to untie a piece of thread which held on to a flask of sake. He pulled the flask towards his mouth, uncorked it, and the Ronin started to chug away on his sake. "Ah... nothing like a nice drink to keep the spirit pumping," The man said, giving out a faint chuckle. When the warrior finished his drink, he stood up, grabbed his things, and continued his journey. He took a few steps, then stopped... he grabbed his blade, and prepared himself in a ready stance... ... ...silence... ... ... "... It was probably just an animal," The man said to himself keeping his guard up. He kept along the wooded path, not lowering his guard for even a second. Something was close by... watching him, and his every move. The Ronin kept walking until he began to hear something... something that faintly sounded like pouring water. ("There must be a river close by,") The man thought to himself, ("I should go fill up my flask again. Too bad it's not a river of sake though... hehehehe.") The Ronin followed the source of the sound. Each step he took, the stream grew louder and louder... in fact the source of the sound was rather close by to the road.... but there was no river. If there was no river, then what was making that sound? The Ronin stopped in front of a large bush which seemed to be the cause of those watering sounds. He peeked over to see what it was, but before he could do it... ... ... *ruffle ruffle* *Shwing* *Shwing* *CLANG* *CLANG* The Ronin immediately found himself parrying an attack that came from behind him. His attacker, pushing full force on the Ronin's blade with his own, began to yell at him... "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TAKE A PERVERTED LOOK WHILE THE MISTRESS IS BUSY!!!" "YOU ARE TRESPASSING, AND THEREFORE MUST BE KILLED!!!" The Ronin didn't know what the offender was talking about. Was this an ambush of some kind? The Ronin tried to kick his opponent, but the enemy just grabbed the flying foot, and flipped the Ronin in the air, causing him to plummet face first to the ground. The attacker turned the fallen warrior onto his back, placed his hand over his mouth, his foot over his stomach, and readied his sword by the Ronin's face. "No one will hear you scream for mercy as I slowly take everything you hold dear... first I'll start with your eyes, then I'll take your nose, and then your teeth, then your tongue, and finally your breath." The attacker raised his sword high, ready to impale the Ronin's face, when suddenly, a feminine voice called out to them. "Jiriyuu, stop it this instant!" A woman demanded. Jiriyuu (the attacker) looked at the woman with embarrassment, and then back to the Ronin, who had a face of terror, and had already prepared himself for a painful death. With a sign of disappointment, Jiriyuu sheathed his sword, and said "You are lucky mistress Naniko has decided to spare your life... for whatever reason." The woman deemed Naniko hurried to the Ronin, and let out her hand to help him up. ("Why would the mistress want to touch this peasant's filthy mitts?") Jiriyuu thought to himself. ​The Ronin grabbed on to the woman's hand; It felt smoother than silk itself. The Ronin stood up, and properly thanked the woman. Now that he wasn't being in a high stress situation, the Ronin took a good look at the two... The woman Naniko had blonde hair, and blue eyes (bet you wouldn't see that often in ancient Japan). She wore a white and red dress, and wore a rosary necklace. There was no doubt about it that she was clearly a priestess. She also wore a sakura petal by her hair. Her voice was soft. Jiriyuu had large, messy blue hair. He wore something very similar to the Ronin's, only his robes were pure white, and spiraling down his right sleeve was what appeared to be a black dragon. His tone of voice sounded very intimidating, and he himself seemed to give off a rather horrifying aura. He gave a rather sharpened stare at the Ronin. "I do greatly apolagize for the inconvenience," Naniko spoke to the Ronin, "He's just trying to look out for me, that is all." "So you must be here for the job, correct?" Naniko asked. "O-Oh! Yes I am, actually." The Ronin replied. He pulled out the piece of paper which held the directions to a shrine, and on the back stated an employment opportunity as a bodyguard. "Well this truly is splendid!" Naniko said joyfully. "I should also apologize for you having to walk all this way through this lovely forest." "Nah, it's fine," the man replied, "I enjoy the view of nature." "Now I suppose I should compensate for Jiriyuu's recklessness," Naniko said, making Jiriyuu more embarrassed. "May I ask your name?" "My name?" the man asked," ... ... ...Goken." "Well then mister Goken," Naniko said, slowly creating a grin, "pay very close attention to what I'm about to do..." Naniko then began to untie her dress, until she was completely naked, revealing her rather small breasts, and her sleek and slender body. This most certainly caught Goken by surprise, after all, how many times have you seen a woman go bare-naked just like that... and what she did after that caught Goken even more by surprise. She squatted down in front of the man, and began peeing right in front of him! Goken was at a loss for words. His mind couldn't quite comprehend what he was seeing. He felt weird at first, but after staring into Naniko's luscious golden stream for a bit, he started to feel warm inside. It started to please him as her warm pee streamed out of her womanhood. "Enjoying the show?" Naniko asked to the man... but he could not reply, only give off a nervous nod. Jiriyuu gave off a concerned look as his mistress did her business... but not because of what she was doing, but why. "M-Mistress Naniko!" Jiriyuu spoke surprised, "You'd actually give this putrid man the opportunity to see something so blissful?" "You just met him, and you're already rewarding him? Not to mention overdoing it!" "He is NOT worthy of-" "Jiriyuu... I may do as I please, and I please to please," Naniko interrupted, turning her head, and grinning. Her yellow stream soon died down, and the priestess stood back up, once again showing her body in full. "Hmm... now I just need something to wipe myself with," Naniko said grinning mischievously. Promptly, Jiriyuu moved closer to Naniko, and began kneeling before her as he stuck his arm out. "Mistress," Jiriyuu spoke, "you may use my arm if you please." Naniko began to giggle, and then said "Oh how I do appreciate your concern for me once again, however I think that I will give our new companion the chance to clean me." She moved close to Goken, so that her chest was touching his. "Will you do the honers?" Any normal person would most likely say "No, that's disgusting, and unsanitary..." but Goken was anything but normal... so assuming she was giving an order, Goken moved the sleeve of his robes to Naniko's sensitive parts, and began to gently stoke it, wiping of her still warm droplets of pee. It did feel a little strange to him, but to Naniko, it felt so comfortable. Naniko got her arm and clenched on tightly to Goken's arm. She started faintly moaning in pleasure. When Goken was sure she was dry, he stopped his stroking motion. Naniko let go of Goken, and thanked him for his assistance. She turned around to go grab her clothes while Goken took a brief look at Naniko's cute butt as she bended down to grab her dress. Out of the corner of Goken's eyes he could see Jiriyuu giving off an dead stare. His stare felt like two spears penetrating Goken's very soul, and Jiriyuu's aura felt even more terrifying this time. Naniko had finished putting back on her clothes, and then began to speak. "Come now Goken, I will take you to my home, where your services will be most appreciated." As the priestess walked, Goken and Jiriyuu followed behind. Goken rushed to Naniko's side and asked "So... just what exactly am I in for?" Naniko looked back at him as she continued strolling down the nature path and replied "Do not worry, I will explain everything in full detail when we reach my home... but for now, let us all soak in the beauty of this blessed forest." End of Chapter 1

Hello hello. I’ve decided to take a break from Magical girl Tina the Omorashi Girl And I’ve decided I want to make an interactive. A space opera with romance, danger, aliens, and references. So first before we start the story, how about the characters? I think our space crew should have 3 members; the scientist, the weapon expert, and our captain. Choose their appearance and maybe add a snippet of what their personality is like and we can get this interactive started. Ill choose whatever gets the most votes in whatever amount of time it takes to get this story on the road Thank you and stay thirsty my friends *basic outline I kinda wanna see* Scientist weapon expert captain (captain is main character btw) male/female I need at least one male on female (no male omo though) human/alien (describe alien species please) hair color eye color skin color height build clothing (something spacey please) snippet of personality their personality (can even clash with their role if wanted ) extra details on appearance

So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something. But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up. With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’. A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again! A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse. An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back. “Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup? Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh. The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing. She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened. The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call. Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom. Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss! Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him. “Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs. She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before. It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought. Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry. “I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively. “It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread. “Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk. “Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.” The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her. “Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display. “Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice. Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her. She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice.

Set as a prequel to the the Tron: Legacy movie. I apologize upfront for any movie inaccuracies up front. This is based on my presumption that programs use the bathroom since they obviously eat and drink. Enjoy. Where was I? Who was I? The effects were immediate on the beautiful program. One second she was herself, the next she was gone. Her memory swiped. She knew basic things. She was on the grid. Clue was in charge. She was a stray That was fairly obvious. Anything personal from her memory no longer existed. Her name, her friends, her job. gone. Judging by her attire-She was dressed in a skintight, seductive black suit that was designed slightly differently than typical programs attire-she most likely was a siren at one point. But after losing her disc she was nothing but an amnesiac. She did know one thing personal to herself for sure. She must have been holding in her urine for a long time, judging by the sharp pain inher bladder and the prickling sensation in her urethra of pent up pee. She blushed softly. That wasn't important though. The bright search light sweeping towards her, however, was important. Her legs trembled as she ran. However she didn't stand a chance, and soon the light had over taken her. Peices of the grid sank around her, isolating her on a single octagonal pillar. Her heat fell as she gazed upwards. I'm going to be deresed. Her hope of survival had fleeted in moments. The grid had no room for strays. They were corruptible and disrupted the order of things. Prehaps I could get lucky. Survive the games. The games, were almost worse than simply being deresed. Though death wasn't as certain in the games, it would be painful if you died. Deresolution itself was a typically painless process. However when acted upon by a light weapon, it almost always hurt. The games were a terrifying event and no one ever hoped for it. The program began to squirm violently,not wanting to wet herself and prove she was worth less than the typical stray. I need the games. She thought oddly enough. She had a will to survive uncommon to programs in general. She stiffened up as the squarish arch landed, leaving her in the center of both legs. Within seconds the police apprehended the stray and she was locked up along with a group of stays. With limited movements due to the restrains she fought ever so desperately to contain her bladder by jiggling her legs, curling her toes and balling her fists and made subtle squirming motions as they approached the landing zone. Finally the restrains were released, though no one dared to move. A single guard marched from left to right, inspecting each prisoner. Before moving on to the next stray he would announce "Deres." or "Games." The has been siren stiffened up, as the guard approached her. While she kept her body calm and reserved, hot pee began to leak out and cascade down her thighs. The golden liquid slowly seeped into the fabric, but gave no visible sign of the occurrence. "Games." He announced. She was given a temporary sensation as relief as she stemmed the flow of urine, not losing even half her capacity before another pair of guards took her by her arms an led her to a circular platform. Binds snapped over her feet and the platform descended. As soon as she was out of sight she began to squirm violently, with her feet bound she forced her hands against her lap. She doubled over and moaned softly until she emerged in a room. Three corners of the room lit up and three beautiful woman, two dark skinned and one pale brunette quickly assessed her, before making slight alterations to her costume. The missing fourth siren proved her suspicions, that she used to be a siren. They quickly placed a new disc on her back, causing her eyes to briefly flash and a long spurt released into her white panties. Finally they showed her reflection in a mirror. She gave herself a once over. She had a slender, yet voluptuous body, covered by a skin tight white suit with blue neon lines lacing along her body. Her hair was light blonde and done up in a fashionable bun, her skin practically glowing, slight glitter spread out along her flesh. Bright blue mascara surrounded her equally as blue eyes. her sleeves were detached from the rest of her suite, giving a tiny glimpse at her toned arms. Her legs were long and equally as toned, the shoes built into her suit were based off wedge shoes and gave her more height. She approved. She made her way towards the door when a dark skinned girl caught her arm. "Laraa... be careful." Laraa nodded as information slowly surged through her body as her life was redesigned. re-purposed, and her current purpose was too survive. She remained solemn as she headed out and was instantly transported to a rectangular prism, floating above an arena. Opposite of her was another program. Her opponent. Above her and below her were several other prisms. She didn't have much time to take it in as the games began. She was honestly glad to be allowed to move freely, the movement helped her contain her pent up urine as she made, desperate pacing movements. Her opponent made the first move, launching her disc for her head. Her left slid left, at a diagonal angle, her right leg bent and her left hand planted between her legs. She disc passed above her head, ricocheted across several wall before returning to the other program. She hopped upwards as another spurt was released. He hurtled her own disc back downwards. It skimmed his ankles sending blue-ish shards flying. The program howled in pain as the disc returned to Laraa, the rest of the battle was tipped in the favor of Laraa as she quickly won. The rest of her opponents fell by her hand, with varying degrees of difficulty. Finally she was the final program and had the honor of versing Rizzler. TH=here arena resembled a cross and was much larger than her previous battlefield. She studied the angles possible for her to attack from. She didn't get much of her assement done before she had to clamp down on her third leak since the games began. Then the final round began. Rizzler didn't waste anytime hesitating. Her split his disc into two and sent both flying towards Laraa. She dodged his flurry of attacks, not getting any of her own in. Instead she spent her time dodging and running. While helpful to her bursting bladder, it proved to only prolong the inevitable. A disc sliced a strand of her own hair, tiny shards hailed to the grid. Fear contracted and even more urine seeped into her suit, the warmth lasting long after that. She took an opportunity to send her disc in an ark towards Rizzler's feet. It shattered the platform below him, sending him falling. However at the last second he grasped the edge of the hole. He hung suspended, at Laraa's mercy. Laraa approached his position with avseductive sway to her hip as an alarm sound. Her face was smug as she knelt down near his handhold. She drew her disc prepared to slice his fingers when the arena flipped. She landed on her back with a thud. Rizzler landed in a kneel, his legs straddling her body and his right hand grasping a disc, hanging it above her face threateningly. Those events that occurred in the few seconds caused her bladder to give out. Hot pee poured out of her urethra, soaking through her panties and rolling across the groin area between her legs as it began to pool beneath her shapely butt. The hot pee began to spread down her legs and up the bottom of her back as it slowly seeped into the fabric of her suit. There was a distinct trickle sound as the urine flowed from her urethra forcefully and even began to darken the outside of the fabric as the suit couldn't hold the amount of liquid and a puddle began to pool between her legs. The puddle was small but noticeable. However Rizzler wasn't focused on that detail. He was more concerned with the strange reaction from the crowd. They called for Rizzler to spare her. He reluctantly obliged and helped Laraa to her feet as she was escorted to Clu. They were transported to his headquarters above the arena where Clu was waiting them with an amused smiled. "You are very lucky..." "Laraa." She spoke. "Right. Well miss Laraa, the audience seems to enjoy your performance, aside from your lack of bladder control." He said examining the dark glistening patch along her inner thighs and crotch. "However, you are not free from the cycle. Each cycle you will be apart of the games. Granted you will no longer go against Rizzler. However you will not be spared again. You will live in luxury between each cycle, so enjoy it." Laraa nodded reluctantly. She was then escorted to a hotel, given a large and sleek suite where she would live. Once the guards were gone she stripped from her clothing, still warm with urine. She tossed them aside and slipped into a shower, wishing she could once again forget who she was. I hope you enjoyed this. Please leave feedback:)

Hugo Strange briefly reminisced over the event that had occurred over the past year. he had dragged himself from the remains of Wonder Tower. He had created an alias, Robert Kane, weaseled his way into warden of Belle Reve. Soon after the government Official Amanda Waller approached him, knowing fully well who he was. She had made him the godfather of her little idea. The Suicide Squad, a high risk black ops military team consisting of super villains. The government was given full deniability of their existence, able to claim it was random villainy. He had watched as each recruit had proven themselves. Even Harley Quinn, who although let Grundy escaped, had redeemed herself in rescuing her team and escaping the self destructing Luthor Corp with a different prize. The DNA vile of Talia Al Ghul. At the moment Cadmis Labs was putting the finishing touches on her exact clone. Brainwashing her to serve him. He grinned as he plotted his eventually revenge on Wayne. 3 Months Later Talia was racking her brain. after being bound by Joker her mind was empty. Each attempt to draw further memory only resulted in an intense headache. She finally resented as she gazed around the black ops helicopter. Other members of the team she was now on, consisted of Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Harley Quinn, Killer Croc and the supposed leader Dead Shot. Each one dressed in their signatures styles, Talia herself wore the same clothing she had on during the events of Arkham City. However her eyes weren't on their clothing but rather their body language. Dead Shot kept his body relaxed, obviously bored. Harley seemed a little insecure as she forced her body in the corner of the aircraft. Ivy kept her glaring eyes on Quinn, Croc looked agitated and Talia kept to herself. As the Helicopter approached an undisclosed location in which reports of a hulking monster had arisen, Amanda Waller appeared. "We are here to apprehend the monster Solomon Grundy. I'd prefer if you bring him back to the landing sight dead as he can be resurrected." "You aren't the Official I spoke to." Harley said bluntly. "General Lang? He is simply a scout." She said disappearing into the cockpit as the helicopter landed in a grassy field. The team stepped out of the Copter to have it take off moments after they left. "Alright Team. I have the only radio to call them back. I will not do so unless we accomplish this mission." Dead Shot spoke. "Let's get on with it then." Harley groaned. "Patients. We can wait before you faint again." He said harshly. "As I was saying, if we fail this mission you are on your own." "And what about you?" Selina asked. "The only way I will fail this mission is if I die in the line of duty." "Intense." Harley muttered sarcastically. "Alright, Ivy. You are the only one who can find this abomination. Where is he?" Dead shot asked. "Tell me, my babies." she spoke to the nearest tree. As she spoke she undid her robe, throwing behind her, to have a vine sprout from the ground and catch it. Now she was dressed in only a leaf like bra and panties. "This way." She spoke softly, as she led us into the woods. A half hour later Talia felt her bladder fill up with urine. Three hours later she pressed her thighs tightly together between strides when Ivy raised her hand, signaling to stop. "He about fifty yards up, behind a swamp." She informed the team as Talia crossed her legs as tightly as she could manage. "Alright Ivy, can you create a wall of strong plants to enclose a fifty yard radius around this area." No sooner had Deadshot spoken than massive vines of Ivy formed a thorny wall enclosing them in. "Good." Dead shot said. "Now Harley Make your way over the wall, run around till you reach the back. enter from there and force Grundy into the swamp. From there Croc will wrestle him into a position where I can take a perfect shot. Before all that happens, Selina and Talia, you are too sneak up on him from the trees and weaken him with your respective melee attacks till Harley arrives." He withdrew a bullet that was engraved with the words "Solomon Grundy" and loaded his wrist gun. Then The team acted instantly, following their duties. A few minutes later both Catwoman and Talia dropped behind a sleeping Solomon. Talia squirmed as they closed into him. Ten feet from the sleeping creature Catwoman cracked her whip. Within moments the giant rose to his feet and began a flurry of attacks on the two anti-heroes. Both of them maneuvered to avoid the attacks, exchanging their own. With each hack and slash no blood seemed to seep from his wounds. The only indication of his pain was his agonizing cries. Eventually Harley Quinn rushed to the scene with her mallet, relieving Talia of one of her problems. The next few events were a series of blurs. Harley slamming her mallet into Grundy until he tumbled into the swamp, then Croc and Grundy wrestled until killer Croc managed to hold Grundy out in the open. A loud Crack of a gun signaled Grundy's "Death". Talia squirmed all the way back to the landing zone to find the copter waiting for them. Amanda Waller stood between them and their seats. "Congratulations. You have certainly proven yourselves. We will give you a few days to rest, but soon you will embark on another mission. Infiltrating Wayne Towers." At the sound of Wayne something in Talia's body surged. Her bladder gave out as hot pee began to roll down in rivulets down her legs, filling her boots as a stream fell between her legs, splattering to the ground below. "It still seems some of you need potty training however." She sighed. Harley snickered. "You are one of the recruits who need it, miss Quinn." I hope you enjoyed this series. I have no intention to continue it, however there are several female characters from Gotham that I would love to write about sometime soon. Please leave feedback.

This story takes place after the events at Arkham City and Harley Quinn's revenge. It will contain spoilers so be warned. Just know that this Harley has a vastly different personality and (inside my head) voice. Her costume is based off of the suicide squad of new 52. I hope you enjoy. Warning this story contains a messing scene. Harleen Quinnzelle, or Harley Quinn as she went by now, loitered on her bed. After the death of Joker, and the defeat against batman, her mind spiraled further into madness. She was no longer the naive obssessed hench woman she once was. No, now she was a brilliant, yet insane, sadist. She was dressed ony in a black bra and crimson panty. Even without make-up she was absolutely beautiful, which wasn't a good trait to have in prison. Though she could handle herself as proven by the solitary confinement she had earned from her own brutality. She was growing impatient with the lack of excitment. Still, she barley gave the official a glance as he entered her room unnanounced. "Leave." She ordered, her voice bored. "Why aren't you in your uniform?" "I refuse to conform to this prison's standard." She said coldly. "Well you won't have to for long." "What are you getting at?" She asked, standing up, still a whole head shorter than the doctor. "I'm forming a team. We're recruiting captured super villains to pull off high risk missions for the government." "Why super villains? Why not Batman or someother super hero?" "Heroes have to many morales. We need plausible deniabilty anyway. We can just brush this off as random villain attacks." "What if a hero intervenes?" "They won't." "You seem so sure of yourself." "I have every reason too." "Well what makes you so sure that I wil actually join your team." "Whether you make the team depends on how well you do on your own on your first mission. But should you find yourself a member, once you finish your service for us, you will be released from Belle Rev scott free. Nothing on your record. You will once again become normal citizen Harleen Quinnzelle, so should you desire." "It sounds... tempting." Harley was sold. Harley was aboard a black ops helicopter heading towards a secure Luthorcorp facility. Contrary to what the official had told Harley, she wasn't entirely alone. She had a group of five privates with her, each carrying a light machine gun and dressed in black spandex like body armor and gas masks. Harley was dressed less practically. She had on a corset that was split in the center with black on one side and red on the other, with the design of three of diamonds on each side in the opposites color, black hotpants that just covered her groin, with the same diamond pattern on the, too-small-for-use-pockets. The rest of her legs were covered by stockings. One red, the other back. Her feet donned one back converse all star and one red one. Her hair was done up in her usual fashion, and dyed with one side blood red and the other violet. Her face was covered by make-up turning it pale white, her lips crimson and her eyes surrounding by dark, odd styled make up. Basically this (http://www.comicbook...arley-Quinn.jpg) Though what she lacked in armor, she made up in weaponry. On her back hung a shot gun, a handgun was holstered to her hip, a large knife was strapped to her thigh, a pouch containing two grenades and a series of shot gun shells hung from the back of her waist and in her hands was a large metallic mallet. It was designed to be light but still swing with the force of a regular mallet, more so in the reasoning it was much easier to swing. She glanced around the helicopter. Her team mates looked nervous to be around her. They were made up of three men and two women. The women carried smaller guns than the men. A fact that angered Harley. They needed to stop being the epitome of stereotypes and wield the same weapons men were allowed. She let it slide though, a small step out of line could cause the charge inplanted in her skull to implode her brain. It was a precaution to keep her in comformity. Should she break precedure they would find out from the bluetooth on her ear, that doubled as a spy cam. No nonsense. Much to Harley's dismay. The job at hand was to simply break into Luthorcorp, head to floor three, west wing, infinity ward and obtain the object in cell block K. What or whom was in that cell block Harley didn't know or currently care to know about. Despite her casual appearance Harley's urethra burned and her bladder felt like it was filled with needles, almost like it was about to burst. However she brushed it off as nerves. She had wasted countless times in the bathroom before preforming a plot for the joker, because she had felt this way, only to find her bladder contained a few spurts of urine. She wasn't about to waste time now, so she simpy crossed her legs and leaned back as the Copter approached its destination. As the copter landed the group rose from their positions and the official emerged to once again brief the team. "Now is everyone ready?" "Actually, I need to use the restroom." The prettier of the two girls spoke, cearly embarrassed about her predicament. Harley was disgusted at her weakness. "No you don't. It's just nerves now let's go." "No! It's more than that. I really need to take a pitstop." "Then pee your pants. We're going in now." Harley said coldly as she led the team towards the building through the nine inch snow. The girl who needed the restroom hesistated before a loud hissing sound was heard. Steam rose from her glistening pants as the snow below her turned a deep yellow. "Wow, you really had to use the bathroom," Harley began. Then a rude noise emmitted from the girls butt. A foul odor filled the air as a bulge formed around her butt as she defecated loudly. Harley remained speechless for the span of five minutes as the girl leaked and messed herself loudly and visibly. When the girl was finished with her buissiness Harley approached her. "Pull you pants down." "What?" "Do it." Harley said drawing her knife. The girl hesitantly obliged carefully sliding her pants down to her knees, careful to keep feces from her pants. Harley stopped her from continuing. Then she sliced the right side of the girls granny panties, careful to keep her mess in the bundle before tossing it aside. "Any one got a towel?" The official tossed her a rag. Harley roughly wiped all the scat from the girls butt before dropping it to the ground. "Pull up your pants and let's go. We wasted enough time already." Harley then turned to the three boys who looked quite pleased. "As for you. Unless you want me to make you defile yourselves wipe those grins off your face and tell your little, and by little I mean tiny, buddies to settle down." Harley then led the team into the facility. They intended to be stealthy, but it wasn't long before one of the clumsly private gave away their position. Within moments the third floor was covered with a flurry of bullets. Unfortunately that was the time that Harley realized she did need the bathroom, and quite desperately judging by the swelling of her bladder. Her team was down to her, two men and the female who had soiled herself. She needed a quick end to the mission. "Cover me." Harley glanced ten yards to her right to see the hall that led to the infinity ward. She through out a few grenades, drew her shot gun and made a break for the ward, firing rounds into any of guards who stood in her way. Finally she was in the infinity ward, locking the door behind her she slowed her pace. She quickly found the correct cell block and found another soldier waiting for her. "You're the evac team?" "Got a problem with it?" Harley asked harshly, drawing her mallet. "Guess not. Hey maybe after this is over I'll take you out to dinner." Harley grit her teeth. "Good luck with that." "Wait here." He said dejected. Then her entered the cell block shutting the door behind him. Harley leaned against the wall as she waited for the soldier return. However instead she was greeted by screams before he was thrown through the reinforced wall. Harley was heading to the hole to inspect what could have caused that much damage when she heard a voice that sent a chill up her spine. "Solomon Grundy, born on a monday. Christened on a Tuesday, married on a Wednesday. took ill on a thursday, grew worse on a friday. Died on a saturday. Buried on a Sunday... and that was the Beginning of Solomon Grundy." A humongous grey skinned man with muscles larger than Harley. His eyes glowed yellow and his chest crackling with electricity. Broken chains hung from his wrist and his yellow teeth scowled at Harley. "Well mister grundy..." She spoke, her voice showed her sudden lack of confidence as she became worried. "You're coming with me." "that's not going to happen." "I wish you hadn't said that." She slammed her mallet into his skull. He grunted but showed no other sign of pain, onlly anger. he let out a fierce roar which resulted in spurts of urine soaking Harley's panties. She staggered backwards as the giant lumbered towards her. Harley spun around on the ball of her foot and took off in a run as Solomon gave chase. She ducked as the walls ruptured from a series of explosions. Harley was quickly approaching the door when a pipe burst spraying her with a green smoke that contained scarecrow's toxin. Harley choked on the toxin as the approached the door when the drug took control. Harley glanced back to find a further deformed Solomon who was somehow several times more frightening. Harley was frozen in fear as her bladder gave out. Urine soaked her hotpants and began to run down her thighs, going on to soak her stockings, turning them darker as they glistened with warm urine. Urine trickled down her thighs and calves as it began to fill her shoes. Solomon only drew closer as Harley had her back to the door as she continued soaking herself with hot pee. "He-he-elp." She whispered as a puddle of golden urine surrounded her feet. As the flow subsided she collapsed in fright as Solomon picked her up in his large hands. I hoped you enjoyed this. It was rather rushed and I didn't get to do everything I wanted with it, but there it goes. There will be no sequel to it, unless I change my mind later in life. Oh well, leave feedback below.

This is a continuation to Earning the Cowl (http://omorashi.org/topic/8777-earning-the-bat-cowl/) and is a mini-series like Last Daughter of Krypton [season 1] (http://omorashi.org/topic/6925-last-daughter-of-krypton/) Which exists in the same multi-verse. Since this is a new topic here is the model I imagine as Stephanie. http://www.modelmayhem.com/cheerleaderbarbie And this is my favorite picture of her http://www.modelmayhem.com/1091267#16696997 Robin and Nightwing will appear as they do in the Arkham City Game and this is the model I imagine for "The Girl" http://shessmart.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/nina-dobrev.jpg Warning: This series will eventually include diapering (not much, only on stake-outs so only one or two times) I hope you enjoy. Stephanie dodged a series of intense series of attacks, dodging backwards with an awkward backbend. The wind off of Her attackers fists nearly sent her tumbling but she snapped back into position only to have the ground shoot out from under her as she fell onto her butt. She groaned as she squirmed slightly. Her attacker stepped out of the shadows lending her a hand to rise to her feet. “Thanks Robin.” Stephanie muttered. As soon as she had been rescued from the ordeal with the Joker She was allowed a hot shower in an undisclosed location, given a change of clothes (Pajama jeans skinny, a black V-neck t-shirt and violet converse sneakers) she was then allowed a two hour nap before she was awoken and brought out (blindfolded) to a training facility where she had spent three hours squaring off against Robin. She had been allowed access to a bowl of fruit and a cooler of water at any time she wished, as well as the bathroom. While she accepted the sustenance she refused to utilize the facilities until she beat Robin. Of course at the time she had assumed that since she defeated the henchmen so easily that a thirteen year old boy would be a piece of cake. Hours later and a nearly full bladder reviewed that he hadn’t broken a sweat with every defeat of her. Stephanie was embarrassed, especially having lost in front of the very attractive Nightwing. She tried to ignore him but kept getting caught up between forcing back waves of desperation and gazing at him, the reason for several losses. “Come on, I’m not even trying.” Robin grinned widely. Stephanie didn’t hesitate and came out swinging. She managed to nick Robin most of the time, only to have him block, counter or simple dodge the attacks and then return them more accurately. A sudden, intense wave of desperation hit Stephanie’s bladder, almost causing her to wet herself. She cringed for only a moment before regaining her composure and continuing. She put all her weight into a punch, lurching forward with it, only to have Robin dodge and catch her by the torso. He flipped her, hard. She had the breath knocked out of her and she felt herself soak her panties. She managed to rise to a sitting position and stem the flow, which amazingly didn’t show on the pajama skinny jeans. She was on her feet in moments and began to fight back, hoping to win this round. She came out with a few quick attacks to edge on Robin. When he swung back she blocked rather than dodged, she caught every one of his hits with her forearm. She stepped back and sidestepped as he still managed to force her back. She was growing tired and her legs began to tremble as she tried to contain her urine. She pushed forward, whenever she would block a hit she would also shove him back lightly. “How did you get so good?” Stephanie asked as a spurt escaped, leaving a penny sized wet mark on her jeans. She clenched her thighs together but Robin didn’t seem to notice. “Training under the birds of prey does that for you.” He replied simply. He swung at her but she ducked back and went on to flip him, only to have him land on his feet behind her. Stephanie spun around, her leg swinging towards Robin’s face as she performed a tornado kick. He caught her leg however and held it there as urine began to leak from Stephanie’s urethra, a slender wet patch snaked its way down the side of her side as she yanked her leg back. She was free and leaped forward the back of her heel connecting against his shoulder. His knees bent as he groaned but he managed to throw her behind him. Stephanie barely landed on her feet as another stream of urine soaked her right thigh. Robin managed a round kick into Stephanie’s stomach. She was thrown to the ground as her bladder exploded. She slammed to the ground as urine began to pour out of her body, the puddle began to expand from beneath her, soaking her top and pants. She gasped for air and tried to bring herself to a sitting position ignoring the flow of urine from her urethra. She managed to regain her breath as she sat up and managed to stem the flow despite being soaked. Drops or urine still fell from her clothing as she rose to her feet. Her face was bright red as she glanced at Robin who was laughing and then at Nightwing who seemed disappointed. Nightwing cast a disapproving glance at Robin before speaking. “Great! Two sidekicks who can’t hold their pee.” Nightwing muttered. Robin blushed and looked at the ground. “Go get change and come back here as soon as you are changed.” “But what about the bathroom?” Stephanie had asked, there was a changing room at the back of the facility but there wasn’t a bathroom at this part of… where ever she was. “You can shower when you finish up here.” Nightwing said. “But I…” Stephanie decided against revealing she still needed to use the bathroom. Instead she just obliged and headed to the changing room. Closing the door behind her she found a change of clothes similar to the ones she had previously donned. She switched clothing after awkwardly drying herself with the dry parts of her clothing. She emerged to find Robin already prepared for a second round of fighting. Stephanie didn’t hesitate, racing forward with a series of punches. Robin blocked them of course but Kara mimicked his blocks when it came time for him to launch a few punches. “Getting better. Just try not to wet yourself.” “Shut up!” Stephanie’s face was practically glowing red as she lost her temper and began to throw everything she could into each punch, hoping to knock him off balance. He didn’t seem to give in though, and forced her back as usually. Stephanie grit her teeth as she caught him by the wrist after dodging one of her punches. She pulled him closer to her kneeing him in the stomach. He doubled over, allowing her to slam her fist into his back nearly causing him to fall to his knees. He managed to stay upright however and swung his fist back around, connecting with her skull. She stumbled forward and only just managed to duck a flying kick from him. She whipped her leg into his shoulder and almost fell over as exhaustion began to overcome her. She needed to win! She pushed herself, punch, block, counter, punch, kick, kick, dodge punch, counter, block hit. It was all a blur of motion to her, she lost her thoughts and acted only on instinct and reflex. Where had this foreign style come from? In all of her tournaments, despite always winning, she had never felt this animal power. It was raw, yet sleek. She was able to almost anticipate Robin’s actions and reverse them to her odds. It was… good. She seemed to have Robin on his feet now, pushing him back, nearly bringing him to his knees as she fought like a… hero. It was amazing how powerful she had become once she let go of her inhibitions and let adrenaline course she was nearly unstoppable. Her body remembered her training and combined the styles, acting on its own accord as she nearly knocked Robin onto his butt on several occasions in the course of five minutes. Nightwing seemed impressed as he admired her fighting style, and Robin shut up for once as he was forced to actually focus on the fight. Stephanie briefly wondered whether she was really this good or if he was going easy on her. That brief moment of uncertainty nearly caused her another lost. He sent her flying back, she managed to turn her falter into a clumsy backhand spring but upon landing she twisted her ankle. She cringed as Robin charged her; she limped but resumed her animal fighting style. She once again pushed him back, and finally succeeded in defeating him. He laid on his back breathing heavily his cheeks slightly red. She smirked as she strut over to him, her hips swaying with a little extra moxy. As she stood over him she spoke with a sext purr. “You just got beat by a girl.” “I let you win.” He gasped lightly. Stephanie rolled her eyes. “By the way, you smell like pee.” He chuckled weakly. Stephanie’s ears burned as she glanced towards Nightwing. “So does your bed, Robin.” Nightwing said. Then turning to Stephanie he addressed her. “Go get cleaned up and then I’ll take you to your room where food will be waiting for you.” He said with little emotion. Stephanie simply nodded her head and began walking in a direction before stopping. “Er… where do I get cleaned up at?” She asked, realizing she was still confused where she was. “Right... take this.” He tossed her a blindfold which she covered her eyes with. She instantly felt herself being led through several halls and doors till he stopped her. “Ok, take your blindfold off.” He said. Stephanie obliged and found herself in a large bathroom. “Well, I’ll be going.” Nightwing said leaving the room. Once he was gone Stephanie stripped nude and quickly operated the shower and washed herself off, specifically scrubbing the areas that were soaked in urine. Once she was done she got out and dried herself, changing back into her clothing before knocking on the bathroom door from the inside. Nightwing instantly entered the room with the blindfold. “You… were just waiting out there?” Stephanie asked awkwardly. “Uh… yeah.” He blushed lightly but quickly regained his composure. “Anyway come with me.” He said leading her through another series of halls till she found herself in the room she had taken a nap in. A refined older gentleman was just placing a meal on a silver platter on her night stand when they had entered. “Oh hello there Ms. Brown.” He spoke with an Irish accent. “I was just prepping your room. I hope you find your meal satisfactory.” With that, the kind spoken butler was gone. “What he said.” Nightwing disappeared, closing the door behind him. Stephanie nodded lightly, to no one in particular before enjoying her rich meal before she explored her room. It had a faint, pleasant, scent of lavender billowing throughout it, a large queen sized mattress with purple sheets, comforters and covers on it. She discovered the material of the bedding was silk. The floor was polished wood, a mahogany wardrobe and dresser sat in one side of the room, a television hung opposite of the bed, a mini-fridge under the night stand and a hamper in the corner. She examined the wardrobe and dresser to find it full of clothing. She selected a set of pajama’s, a black nightshirt and purple sweat pants. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge sipped from it for a while before retiring to sleep. Meanwhile in the bowels of the Gotham Sewer system was an influential Gotham politician, racing across the thin concrete ledge, fleeing a gang of criminals. A flash of a shadow shot across the opposite ledge leaping onto the ledge behind the politician, cutting him off from the criminals. A dark haired girl around her early twenties, dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt and black flats popped her knuckles imposingly revealed herself as the shadow. The first thug laughed at the sight of her. “Ay, boys looks like we got a little treat.” He called back. “Now be a good little girl and wait here for us.” He chuckled. The girl smirked, then in a blur she moved, snapping the man’s neck, drawing a dagger, slitting the throat of another thug, she continued her process, killing each criminal, without leaving any indication of her involvement. She darted back to the cowering politician, who was curled up in a ball. He stood up, flustered, at her approach. Dressed in a soiled business suit her felt like a fool. “How did you learn to fight like that.” “No time to talk.” She purred. “Follow me.” She led him through the maze like sewer system for around a half hour without flaw before she ran into her first obstacle. They were closing into a manhole when water splash out and an mutant like crocodile-man leaped onto the ledge. The girl froze, terrified and a stain of urine slowly began to expand across her crotch. The wet patch grew ever so slowly as she remained frozen, only semi-conscious of the hot pee streaming down her legs before the monster. The villain known as killer croc approached with an odd sort of grin on his… lips? “I very rarely get a snack down here.” He walked forward as urine still slowly leaked from the girls urethra, steaks of urine seeping into the front of the jeans, rolling down to her ankles where rivulets of urine rolled across her feet, pooling in her flats and overflowing. A puddle expanded beneath her shoes until the monster loomed just before her. The politician shook her to her senses. “Run!” He screamed, listening to his own advice. The girl followed his lead with urine still running down her shapely legs. She fled the monster, her shoes making a squelching noise as she ran through the sewer system with the politician. The sound was betraying her cause so she kicked them into the sewer water and continued running bare foot, leaving wet foot prints behind her. Finally they found another man hole, the girl led the way up and forced the cover off and raised herself out onto an empty alley way. The politician followed, wiping drops of urine that had fallen onto him from the girl. He turned to the girl and laughed. “Thanks for the help.” “Thanks for not dying, or fainting. It would have been a pain to drag you out of there.” The girl said with and odd laugh. The politician echoed her laugh. “But now... I can just carry you to the rendezvous.” She said, snapping his neck. He dropped dead and she threw him over her shoulder and carried him to a pick-up zone. Thanks for reading, leave feedback, comments, criticism below!

The characters are inspired by the cast of the amazing spider-man, will contain female wetting from Gwen, Mary Jane, random damsels in distress, etc. Mary Jane's inspiration here--> (http://www.wettingblog.com/images/desperate-knicker-wetting/img-files/tn01.jpg) Chapter 1: Field Trip Sixteen year old Peter Parker was curled up on his bed as his alarm clock approached it's designated time. His eyes flit back and forth from behind his eye lids as he dreamed of his current crush: Gwen Stacey. In the dream she was wearing a violet string bikini and Peter wore Navy blue swimming trunks as they stepped into the hot tub and began flirting. The moment dream peter sat in the hot water, urine began to flow from the end of his urethra and soaked his plaid boxers. The trail of warm pee began to pool beneath the right side of his waist as he remained oblivious to his accident and continued to soak his sheets as well as his blankets. Back in the dream Peter began to untie the string on the back of Gwen's bikini top as she held her face inches from his own. Their lips brushed against each other as he undid the bikini and they began to make-out. As Peter drew back he released the strings and allowed the top to fall into the water with a plop. His eyes fell onto the bikini and as he began to let the drift back up to her breasts, his alarm clock blared. Peter scowled as he slammed his fist onto the off button and sat up to rub his eyes. It took him longer than he would care to admit, to realize that he was sitting in a puddle of still warm urine. "No!" He cried out as he lurched from the bed, the damp blanket wrapped around his legs. He quickly slammed to the ground as he struggled from his bed. He fumbled to his feet and examined his grey sheets. There was a large dark stain and a puddle of urine still seeping into the fabric. He carefully stripped the sheets from the bed to reveal plastic sheets from below the main sheets. He frowned as he stared at the urine still sitting atop the sheets. "Aunt May is going to have a fit." Peter grumbled as he slumped against his wall and sighed loudly. He decided to focus on the priority of getting ready for school. "I hate Mondays." He mumbled as he grabbed a change of clothes from his closet and drawers before trying to sneak to the bathroom His stealth earned him a run in with Uncle Ben. "Oh Peter almost didn't see you there... have another accident." Peter bowed his head as he felt his ears burn. "well, tell you what. I'll clean it up while you're at school and keep this a secret from Aunt May." "Thanks." Peter smiled as his uncle left him to the bathroom. Clark shut and locked the door behind him before stripping from his wet boxers. He stuffed them deep in the hamper before stepping in the shower since he had nothing else on when he slept. He flicked on the hot water and added a ridiculous amount of men's conditioner and shampoo to his hair. He started to wash it out with his back to the shower head and his head tilted back to keep shampoo from his eyes. Next he grabbed the body wash and began to pour a large amount of body wash into the palm of his hand. He noticed the back of it mentioned something about how using the body wash would gain attention from the ladies. Peter scoffed at the idea of him getting any positive attention from the ladies. He was rather attractive, but he was more of the nerd type and had nickname's like "Peed his pant Parker" as well as many others like that. Still his mind drifted to his dream of Gwen Stacey. As he reran the dream through his head he felt a twitch in his penis. Since he didn't have an audience he continued to let his mind wander and imagined what would have happened had he been allowed to dream a little longer as he cleaned his body. After finishing his shower he quickly dried himself off, did his hair and pulled on grey boxers, blue jeans that were sightly worn, an old Hurley t-shirt and black sneakers. Jogging back to his room he grabbed his back pack and drew on strap over his shoulder as he dashed to the kitchen for a bite to eat before his bus would pull up. He shoveled toaster waffles into his mouth between gulps of orange juice. He finished as fast as he could so he had time to race up stairs and brush his teeth. He made sure his breath was fresh before rinsing out his mouth and heading to his bus stop. He jogged down the side walk to his stop when he heard the loud engine of the bus though it was still out of sight. He bowed his head and sprinted to the end of the block just as the bus screeched to a halt. He managed to make it to lunch without much teasing and as he carried his tray of terrible food, he made his way to his two best, and practically only, friends" Harry and Mary Jane. Harry was a mostly unimportant receiver for the junior varsity team who had been Peter's best friend since sixth grade. He was tall, muscular with dark brown hair and expensive abecrombie clothing. Mary Jane on the other hand had moved to Queens the previous year. She lived next door to Peter but they hadn't become friends until they spent far more time in the nurse's office together for bladder related accidents than they would have preferred. Mary Jane was tall, more developed than the majority with unnatural looking red hair. She was dressed in skinny jeans, a leather jacket and a green tank top that gave a decent view of her midriff, as well as the back of a teen diaper. "MJ... your back..." Peter muttered awkward. Mary Jane blushed furiously as she pulled the waist of her jeans up. "Thanks." She muttered embarrassed. "Hey Pete!" Harry greeted his friend. "You and Mary Jane got a field trip to Oscorp right?" "Yepp, I'll tell your dad hi if I see him." Peter grinned as he sat across from Mary Jane and next to Harry. "I doubt you will see him, but maybe you can show some of the scientists up?" Harry joked. "Peter Parker, boy genius." "I wouldn't call myself a genius." Peter grinned. "I would." Mary Jane interjected. "Thanks guys." Peter smirked softly. "No problem." Harry patted him on the back as he and Mary Jane began discussing last Friday's party. Peter felt a little left out of the group, as great as his friends were, they were vastly more popular than himself. He didn't blame them for wanting to discuss what sounded like an amazing party so he just ate in silence, his eyes constantly drifting over to Gwen. She was dressed in brown high heel boots, black panty hose and black mini skirt with a white t-shirt that gave a glimpse at her cleavage. "Hey tiger, got a crush?" MJ smirked. "No, just... intrigued." Peter looked away. "Come on, we're all friends here." Harry laughed. Peter shook his head with a grin. Another hour later Harry was boarding the school bus again as Mary Jane sat to his right, having called the window sheet. The rows of buses drove off to the Oscorp. They were on Queensboro Bridge crossing over to Manhattan when Peter noticed Mary Jane was squirming and seemed entirely unfocused at the conversation they were making. "You ok MJ?" Peter asked concerned. "Fine." She grunted as she bit her lip, leaned back and grasped her crotch. "Uh... MJ, you need a bathroom." "I'm wearing one Peter... I just don't want to use it." She confessed. "I can understand that..." "I don't want to wet." She said softly as tears formed in her eyes. "Honestly I think you are gong to, whether you hold it or not." "I can't just give up." "You're in pain MJ.... just release some?" "Fine." She sighed and relaxed. Peter could just hear the sound of urine hiss as it soaked her diaper. Peter counted to twenty as Mary Jane relaxed her bladder. Her face was one of true relief as she sighed in content. As peter reached thirty seconds counting in his head Mary Jane stemmed the flow. "That feels better... and gross." She frowned. "I'm sorry." Peter gave a sympathetic smile as the bus ride continued. Once the arrived at the science facility Mary Jane dashed to the bathroom line along with several other class mates. Peter waited at the reception desk until she emerged with a smile on her face. Peter figured she emptied her bladder entirely and changed into a new diaper but didn't ask. The class continued on with the trip for a while before Peter inevitable caught the attention of Flash Thompson. "Well if it isn't Peedy Pants Parker." "Flash go away." Peter strained his neck to see where Mary Jane was, to find her speaking to one of her friends oblivious to Peter's dilemma. "Or you could." Flash smirked as he hoisted Peter up and tossed him inside a broom closet. "Have fun." Flash grinned mischievously. "Flash let me out!" Peter cried as the door shut on him. Peter struggled but found it locked. "Are you kidding me?" Peter cried as he rammed the door. It was then that he noticed his intense urge to pee. He jostled the door knob with his right hand and beat on the door with his left as he struggled to gain an exit from the closet before he wet his pants. Meanwhile, as his bladder ached and the end of his urethra burned as a few drops of urine slipped into his boxers, a genetically enhanced spider began to crawl from a tiny hole in the ceiling. It sun a web as it began to dangle downward towards Peter. It dropped onto his neck when Peter finally took notice to it. He swat at the spider but missed, only succeeding in agitating it. The spider bit into Peter's flesh and he cried out before falling to his knees. The pain from the spider bite caused him to release his hold on his bladder and urine began to soak into his jeans. A dark glistening stain ran down the front of his right legs as it pooled beneath him. The warm urine was still running down his legs when a chaperone opened the broom closet. "Peter..." He muttered disappointed. "Ms. Evergreen, I'll take him back to the school." "Alright." She nodded. The male teacher led Peter to his own car, a black chevy pontiac. He laid down plastic bags for Peter to sit on as he drove back to the school with the brilliant and soaked teenager. A little while later Peter found himself dressed in his gym clothes sitting in the chemistry classroom. He began mixing a few chemicals together when the bottom of his bottle sat a white taffy like adhesive about the size of a star burst. "It worked." Peter raised an eye brow at his attempt to create the failed attempts at a spider web like adhesive Oscorp attempted to create. He picked it up from the bottle an examined it to find it stick to his finger tips in string like tendrils. Peter attempted to shake it off as his bite on the back of his neck began to sear in agony. He fought the strong stringy adhesive for approximately five minutes before it quickly seemed to dissolve into a water like state. Thankful for the release peter gripped the back of his neck as the pain grew in intensity just as he passed out on the Chemisty table. I hope you enjoyed it, hopefully it will get better as time goes on... leave your feedback below:)

So I dunno when or if I will finish this. But Vexer seemed to really enjoy the idea of a female slayer story and I didn't have the heart to not post what I had. So maybe I will come back to this, but for the time being I will be working on a god-complex type supernatural based original story. My fingers drew back the bow string for the umpteenth time. The string reached the end of its draw and I focused on the target. I quivered for a moment as my bladder twinged. My legs pressed together tightly as I took a deep breath and held it. Just as I prepared myself to release the string and watch the arrow sink its way into the bull’s-eye a spurt of hot urine seeped its way into my panties. A blush found its way onto my cheeks, despite my surgical procedure that reduced blushing, my hand shook and nearly released the arrow into a clumsy miss. I released my breath and just managed to regain my composure. My legs trembled from beneath my grey yoga tights as the pressure along my lower region grew in intensity and a sharp prickle panged throughout my urethra as pent up pee threatened to release itself. I had been holding it far too long. Time I had otherwise chosen to increase my skills as a marksman… or markswoman. I had spent far too long trying improve upon these skill, even continuing to refine them after a fine trickle of rain spilled out from the grey skies. Now I was about to pay for my mistake, yet I remained glued to my spot as I drew my arrow, swearing to utilize a bathroom the moment I fired the last arrow in my quiver. Finally realigning my aim I released the string and the arrow shot forward, the silver point slicing its way into its intended target; the center of the red bull’s-eye. The carbon shaft was nearly entirely buried into the wooden target. My slender arms hid an amazing vigor. I temporarily lowered my bow and reached behind my back and selected another arrow, leaving six more in the quiver. I took a moment to cross my legs tightly and even curtsey slightly before once again regain my composure and nock the arrow. I hesitated as my black hair billowed in the wind ever so slightly, once it settled rain drops once again planted themselves into my hair, the glistening drops littering my raven hair so that they resembled stars in the night sky. I exhaled a deep breath before inhaling another and drawing back my bowstring; taking aim, ignoring the prickle in my bladder, I shot another arrow, this one in a different target, further back from the first. The arrow still managed to burry itself plenty deep in the bull’s-eye. I was reaching for another arrow when a twinge in my bladder caused me to tense up suddenly. I froze with my hand still in place as I clenched my sphincter muscles tightly managed to remain in control. I finally managed to draw another arrow, nock it and take aim of another target, once again further back. The string left my hands and the arrow cut through the air and planted itself in the target. Another twinge panged through my bladder. I curled my toes as my right hand buried itself into my crotch. I held it there for a few moments before releasing my grasp. My hand hovered near my genital area for a moment till I was sure I had control. My toes remained curled, however, and my thighs pressed together even tighter. I furrowed my brow as I repeated the target shooting process once more, yet another arrow found it’s mark. I repeated the process twice more before doubling over from an excruciating twinge in my bladder. I resisted the urge to drop the bow and stuff both hands into my crotch, instead I only shoved the ball of my right hand against my urethra. Hot pee still managed to dribble myself, and for what seemed like eternity at the time, my hand pressed against the source of the flow with as much force as possible till the dribble stopped. I moved my urine soaked hand from my crotch and examined the damaged. My grey yoga pants were dark with a glistening wet patch that spanned the size of a CD. I blushed once more, a rare occasion for me. I allowed myself to cross my legs tightly as I drew another arrow. I curled my toes till it hurt as I nocked the arrow. My grip on the string was deadly as I drew it back. My chest was practically heaving as my breath shook with sheer desperation. Sweat formed on my brow despite the frigid temperature. I couldn’t regain my composure this time so I simply released the arrow when I was as relaxed as I could get. The arrow soared to the furthest target and buried itself on the rim of the bull’s-eye despite my desperation. “Close enough.” I managed to breathe out. I shuddered as my urethra began to dribble out more urine. I ignored the flow as I nocked a final arrow onto my bow string, drew it back and scanned the wooded area around me for a final target. As if on cue a raven took off from a nearby branch. I strained to completely regain my composure and in the process of doing so, the dribble became a slow leak, expanding the wet patch as hot pee made its way down my right thigh. I ignored all this as I took aim of the moving target, predicted its trajectory and released the string so that the arrow flung itself into the sky till it met its pierced the body of the raven. The bird plummeted to the ground, dead. But I had other concerns at the time. The leak became a full on flood of hot pee as it gushed from urethra and cascaded down my long, silky legs. It was too late to stem the flow at that point and I could only stand, frozen as I tried to stop the flow anyway. My hands had a death grip on my groin but the pee only soaked my callused hands, seeping through my fingers and rolling down my legs. The pee was a welcome warmth, admittedly, as it ran down my thighs. The glistening wet patch covered the entirety of my right pant leg and the majority of my left thigh. Urine began to fill my grey winter uggs and even soak the fabric to a darker grey, matching my pants. Finally the stream died out and a dark yellow puddle rested on the dirt, flakes of mud swirling in the puddle as it rippled from the fall of rain drops and drops of still warm pee that fell off my legs. Blushing bright red I laid haste towards my house. A light blue Victorian style house appeared above a hill as I raced to the back porch, swinging the oak doors open as I emerged in a modern kitchen. Sadie, an seventeen year old brunette girl that looked closer to fourteen based on her height and small breast. Regardless she was stunning, as her lithe body was propped up against an island covered in a black micro skirt, her legs toned to silky perfection. Her delicate feet were covered by black high heels and her torso was covered by a hot pink t-shirt and black cropped vest. She gave me a once over with a slight smirk. It hadn’t been the first time I had wet myself due to spending far too much time refining my skills. When I immersed myself in self-improvement I lost focus on other matters, typically the capacity of my bladder. Still, it was embarrassing nonetheless. I lowered my head as I made an attempt to duck out of the kitchen before she could comment on my condition. The girl displayed gymnastic skills as she propelled herself over granite counter jutting out from the wall that divided the both doorways from the rest of the kitchen. She landed feet first in front of me; she leaned against the door way, blocking me from the living room. “Sadie!” I cried, exasperated. “C’mon Caylee. Do a twirl for me.” She smirked. Her eyes glistened with sadism from my humiliation. “Shut up.” I lowered my head even further. She rolled her eyes as a full-fledged grin replaced her mischievous smirk. “What happened this time?” “Obviously I wet myself.” I muttered. “Obviously.” Another eye roll. “Why though?” “Because I enjoy the warmth.” I said sarcastically. It was then that I noticed that the warmth was replaced with a cold, clammy feeling along my legs. “You couldn’t come in and just use the toilet in the warm house? I assumed you would be potty trained at sixteen years old.” Her smirk returned. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, so I continued to fulfill my goal.” I murmured. “Obviously it was a big deal seeing as you are soaked and humiliated.” She chuckled softly. “Can I please changed then?” I asked examining the room behind her: white carpet, grey couch, a portrait of a river cutting through a luscious green forest, with two deer drinking from the water source. A sixty inch HD flat screen TV was hidden from my direct view by its mahogany entertainment center that was across from the couch. A computer desk and monitor rested against the corner of the front wall that held the portrait and the wall the entertainment center was against. I returned my gaze to Sadie’s flawless face. “I suppose. You are dripping on the floor anyway.” She rolled her eyes and moved out of my way. I glanced down and discovered drops of urine had indeed formed a small coaster sized puddle on the tile floor beneath me. I blushed and kicked my uggs off into the shoe basket before ducking off towards the bathroom. Moving past the stairs I started down a hallway, ignoring the entrance to the house, consisting of the front door and a large space that had no real purpose other than to serve as a place to sit down in and stare through the large window looking out towards the front lawn. I moved on to the last door on the right, briefly peering into the ajar room at the very end of the hall that held the master bedroom. It was too dark to see much. Shrugging I slipped through my door way and found myself in a large bathroom with a huge bathtub and a smaller shower next to it, a typical toilet and an oak sink base with a silver sink head with an oval mirror sitting above it and a wooden hamper in the far corner of the room. I stripped off my yoga pants and black panties followed by my purple cardigan and black blouse revealing my ample breasts only contained by a black sports bra. I quickly took that off too before lowering my body in the tub and starting up a hot bath. I allowed myself to relax for several moments in the hot water that was much more comfortable than the yellow urine I was previously drenched in. I sighed audibly as I found relief from the burden of being a slayer, and being a teenage slayer of whatever went bump in the night brought along a lot of burdens. After a while of relaxing and cleaning my body I drained the water and dried myself off. I wrapped the towel around my body and left the bathroom. I entered the entry room and took a left to face two flights of stairs; one leading to the den and basement and the other leading two the second floor. I head upwards towards my room. I bound up the steps to at a time and took an immediate right at the top, through a doorway into my room. Not nearly as big as the master bedroom my room was still pretty large. In it was a queen sized bed, a desk, a forty inch flat screen, a book case, walk in closet and window out-looking the front lawn. I shut the door and quickly dropped the towel and got dressed in dark-wash jeggings, a green form-fitting t-shirt and black flats. Beneath were a matching pair of red lace thong and bra. As soon as I was dressed I made my way down the stairs back to the kitchen as a girl named Olivia dragged herself through the room half asleep. She laid her head atop the oak table. “Coke.” The sixteen year old pleaded. Her dirty blonde was draped around her on the table top as Sadie tossed her a can of coke. Olivia barely glanced up as she caught the can with unmatched reflex. She popped it open and took a sip as she sat up. She was dressed in a mostly green plaid pajama shorts and grey camisole. “So Caylee had another accident.” Sadie practically sung. “Again?” Olivia asked indifferent. I blushed regardless. “Mhm.” Sadie said, instantly bored with Olivia’s lack of concern. “So what are you doing up so early?” She asked sarcastically. It was three in the afternoon. Olivia remained silent as a sixteen and fifteen year old boys walked in. The elder had dark brown hair that verged on black, a fair tan on his skin. He was dressed in a white Hurley t-shirt and jeans. The younger one was an inch or two taller than the first, with contrasting fair skin, blonde hair. He was dressed in matching jeans, but topped with a navy blue Hollister t-shirt. They both, however, shared dazzling green turquoise eyes, wiry builds, matching deep yet soothing voices, smooth acne free skin and relaxed postures. The dark haired boy spoke. “What’s for dinner?” “Daniel!” Sadie laughed. “It’s only three.” “It’s never too early for food.” The blonde haired boy spoke. “Jake raises a very good point.” Daniel shrugged. “Here.” Sadie tossed Daniel a bag of ranch ruffles. He shrugged in appreciation and left the room before Sadie could mention my accident. “Lucky you.” Olivia muttered, sensing my appreciation for Sadie’s silence. I nodded. “So… what is for dinner?” “You got to be kidding me! What is with everyone here always eating?” Sadie rolled her eyes. “Pizza is for dinner. Wait till five.” She said simply as she leaned across the counter. “Too lazy too cook?” Olivia asked. “Always.” “Thank god.” Olivia teased. Despite Sadie being a great cook it was fun to make fun of her food. “Shut up.” Sadie stuck her tongue at Olivia. “Who wet themselves?” An auburn haired girl, who was clearly the eldest of the kids, asked. In her hands were my urine soaked clothes. “Who’s do you think?” Sadie asked. The eldest sighed, running her free hand through her shoulder length hair. “I’m nineteen. I shouldn’t be raising an infant.” She said towards me, though the tone was more exasperated than hostile it still hurt. I looked away in embarrassment. I examined her in the reflection from the toaster. Though the reflection distorted her lithe body to a humorously disproportionate one, I could still make out her green t-shirt, leather jacket and dark blue cigarette jeans that had a few pre-torn patches on it. She turned to Olivia. “You look tired.” She acknowledged the obvious. “Vampires suck.” The combination of her serious tone and ironic statement earned a smirk from me and a chuckle from Sadie. “Big deal.” The eldest girl spoke. “Violet, you should know there bite is much worse than their bark.” Olivia said harshly, referring to the time the eldest girl had been fed off of many years ago. “Relax, I’m giving you a hard time.” Violet glared before leaving the room. “Good job.” Sadie teased. “I didn’t mean to-“ “I know! You were just grumpy from waking up.” Sadie teased. “Relax.” I assured Olivia. “Violet is just in a bad mood today. “I miss the good old days when she wasn’t in a bad mood.” Olivia muttered. I furrowed my brow. “You mean…. yesterday?” “Exactly.” Olivia raised her can into the air in a mock toast. “Here’s to yesterday.” “That’s the spirit.” Sadie said lifting a bottle of water into the air. I shrugged my shoulders and pretended to raise an imaginary glass into the air. “To a household of jerks.” The two laughed at my toast. “Two a household of jerks.” The agreed in unison. So at this point i thought I would leave the option for an appeal. I mean it is only mere seconds from the time I wrote author notes at the top of this story, but if enough people like this then I will continue to work on it. I dunno how much enough is, but it isn't much. So let's say two or three:) Otherwise it will just go to writer's hell probably. Well thanks for reading:)

This is the prologue to this story, it basically just introduces you to the character. Alexis Yates is a fallen angel reborn as a mortal; however in the next chapter she will accidently regain her "grace". That doesn't necessarily mean she will become a "good" angel though;) From a distance, she was nothing more than a jet of light, hurtling through the cold vacuum of space. Within proximity of her near annihilating presence you could make out the figure of an angel, a literal angel. She was beautiful, even as she defied the theory of relativity and shot through space like a bullet, moving at several light-years a minute. Her hair and raven like wings dangled upwards around her. It felt like wind was whipping at her body but in reality it was her “Grace” being torn from her “fallen” body during her descent from grace. Her eyes grew dim as they gazed up at the stars. Eventually she cut through the Earth’s atmosphere. The air around her began to heat up and her body began to shrink as if her body was being burned away in the entry. Rather than revolve around the planet as she entered its orbit her body plummeted in a direct plummet towards a field in Northern Illinois. Upon impact she became nothing more than an infant, helplessly lying in the crater she had created. Within seconds of impact she lost consciousness of who she was, what she was. In that moment she had become the infant she resembled, unaware of the world, ignorant to any form of knowledge, she was devoid of maturity, reasoning and purpose. Sixteen years Later Alexis Yates was the perfect specimen. At age sixteen she was at peak physical condition, with the endurance, strength and speed of an Olympic athlete. Beyond that she was at the top of her class and had already had a hefty amount of college credits lined up for her. In fact she was practically guaranteed a full scholarship to any Ivy League college of her choice. The icing on the cake; however, was her breathtaking, natural beauty. Long brown hair, that looked red in a certain light, fell past her shoulders. Long, silky legs accounted for her 5’9 height. Despite her strength her toned arms were surprisingly slender as they led to her soft hands with French nails. Ample breasts and butt gave voluptuous curves to her otherwise slender build. Ruby red lipstick and the faintest trace of black mascara were the only trace of make-up on her porcelain face. Almond brown eyes pleaded with the clock to move faster. From beneath the yellow short sleeved mini-dress/uniform and white mini-apron Lexi’s bladder was begging to void itself. She crossed her legs, one leg making a flamingo like motion almost. For the moment she was allowed to hide behind the counter, eventually, however, a customer would enter and she would be forced to regain her composure and greet said customer. Of course a group of customers entered the small diner sooner, rather than later. She bit the inside of her lip lightly and slowly uncrossed her legs. She grabbed her pen and pad before slowly shuffling towards the booth they took a seat in. Her black converse sneakers barely left the tile floor and between each step her thighs pressed tightly against each other. She forced a convincing smile as the group of people noticed her presence. “Hello, my name is Lexi, and I will be taking your order today. Would you like to start with something to drink?” She barely focused on their replies, just managing to jot down their desired beverages before scampering off to the counter. She quickly pulled out four glasses and crossed her legs tightly. She filled each glass with the desired soft drinks; the liquids pouring from the dispensers as they splashed into the containers were killer on her bladder. She pressed her hand against her lap, adding pressure to her urethra. Finally as the last glass was filled to a reasonable level she set them on a tray, delicately uncrossed her legs and began her slow gait towards the four friends. She made sure her pace was graceful, so not as too drop the drinks. Unfortunately, she had to forfeit her control over her bladder and had only her sphincter muscles to clench down and keep herself dry. She felt a spurt find itself into her panties. She froze. The warmth spread as the urine seeped into the underwear. With a blush on her face she regained her composure and kept walking as another spurt threatened to release itself. She set the tray down on a free table and quickly distributed the drinks wanting to desperately get back to holding herself. “Do you want more time to order?” She asked sweetly. “Yes, please.” They said gratefully. She nodded with a smile and took up the tray, slowly heading back to her post behind the counter. Another spurt moistened her panties further, despite her efforts to keep her urine contained. She grit her teeth and picked up the pace as she took refuge behind the counter. She trembled as both hands found themselves pressed tightly into her crotch. Five minutes passed before she deciding to go back and check up on the table. “Are you ready to order?” She asked politely. “As a matter of fact we are.” “Ok, go on.” She smiled, though she found herself tapping her foot in order to keep from soaking herself then and there. As she jotted down their orders a third spurt soaked her panties. She blushed but didn’t bring attention to herself. Two orders down, two to go. She thought to herself. She curled her toes halfway through the third order and pressed her thighs together. Finally the last of the friends began to recite his order. Another spurt was released. A few drops of urine slowly descended down her thigh, sparkling in the light. Thankfully they went unnoticed as she finished the order and dashed to the counter. She placed the pad on the wheel and spun it around the kitchen before taking a seat on the stool. She crossed her legs at the ankle, knowing to do so further up while sitting down would jostle the bladder. She sat up, at a relaxed postured, placed both hands in her lap and nonchalantly added pressure to her crotch. Fortunately, while the urine from her panties soaked through the dress the apron hid the small stain. She tried to be discreet with her desperation but eventually found herself scissoring her legs. Tears began to brim in her eyes as she trembled trying to contain herself. “Order up!” The announcement very nearly ended up with her soaking herself. She quickly went to the window to find the head chef/manager. “Hey, listen. It’s a slow day, so after you deliver this order why don’t you take a ten minute break?” “Thank you.” Lexi blurted out as she grabbed the tray of food and navigated her way to the booth. She didn’t even try to hide her desperation. Her legs were pressed tightly together and her feet were spread as she shuffled her way over to the table. She set down the tray and began to sort the food as urine started to dribble out. Her urethra prickled before hot pee began to trickle down her thigh. Beads of urine descended in plain sight, glistening against her skin. She didn’t draw any attention to the sight as she distributed the food. A leak of urine was visible just as she set the final plate of food down. The small stream was noticeable as is cascaded down her leg. She blushed but said nothing as she turned and tried to run to the bathroom. She froze a few after only a few steps. Her legs pressed against each other tightly, her knees bent and she doubled over, tucking both hands against her skirt, her toes curled up and her eyes tightened shut. It was futile. Hot pee began to pour from her urethra, soaking her butt and the back of the skirt as streams began to gush down her legs. Pee began to fall from her skirt, drizzling on the ground as it formed a puddle. A dark glistening wet patch managed to show through the apron where she held herself and her own hands were soaked with the hot pee. Golden rivulets raced down her calves and into her shoes. The stream finally died down to a dribble and she felt to her knees and cried. Her hands pressed against the ground , sending ripples in the puddle of pee. Drops of urine still trickled off her legs and added to the puddle. Even her tears contributed. Finally the manager helped her to her feet. Streams of urine fell from her legs as he led her to the door. “Take the rest of the day off.” He said gingerly. She nodded and left the diner, utterly humiliated. Tune in next installment for her finding her "grace". Anyway... please leave your criticism, suggestions and comments below:)

A bit of a foreword, this story takes place in a Post new frontier-esque world where super heroes are just now being accepted as heroes. The first four chapters will chronicle the origin story of the four female titans: Starfire, Huntress, Wondergirl and Arrowette. The fifth chapter will be the formation of the titans, including Damian Wayne, Impulse and Blue Beetle. This will probably be a seven chapter run, but if it is successful I may make a prequel involving WonderWoman, Catwoman, Powergirl and Black Canary. This world is the first in my DC Omo-verse reboot. Any other questions, just ask. Chapter One: The Leader Utter darkness enveloped the room, shallow breathing could be faintly heard coming from the far corner along with the occasional shift of fabric against fabric. Outside the large window, the swirl of darkness continued, with the added hazard of thick fog, visible from small fields of light originating from nearly useless street lamps. The thin crescent moon granted a sliver of light that only gave the fog a silvery glow. In an instant the peace was disturbed by a blaring alarm. A startled gasp was uttered from the far corner as an adolescent girl was abruptly awoken from her slumber. She fumbled for her lamp switch before succeeded in illuminating the room. She quickly shielded her squinting eyes from the burning light with her hand. She groaned audibly as she hopped out of bed onto the cold hard wood floor. The blonde girl cringed instantly, but continued onward, dressed in only white panties and a pink night shirt. As she approached the bathroom she began to lift her night shirt above her, revealing her ample breasts. Just before her shirt obscured her vision, she caught a glimpse of a silhouette outside her window. By the time she removed her shirt, it was gone. A foreboding began to rise with in her, but she fought to suppress it. You’re imagining things, Cassandra. She scolded herself for over-reacting to a half asleep delusion. She shook her head as she slid her panties down her long silky legs before starting a hot shower to cleanse her body and more importantly, wake her up. An hour or so later Cassandra was lacing her red converse sneakers, dressed in dark wash skinny jeans, and a hot pink t-shirt. She smiled as she shouldered her bag and started off towards school. She was a few blocks from her house when she felt a tug in her bladder. She grimaced inwardly as she realized she had forgotten to void her bladder prior to leaving her house. No time to fixate on could-have-beens. Cassandra told herself. She took off into a jog, hoping to get to school in time to stop by the restrooms… if not god help her. She cursed under her breath as she pushed her way through the streets hoping to cut her twenty minute walk in half. “Shoulda took the bus.” She mumbled under her breath. No time for shoulda’s either. The people of Jumpy City became obstacles in Cassie’s path. She constantly stumbled into pedestrians who lined the streets moving about their morning business. Typically she would stop and apologize but she had bigger problems than poor manners. She grit her teeth and kept her head up as she moved forward making sure to hang onto her bag as she navigated the streets of the busy city. She grimaced as she seemingly felt the urine slosh around in her body. She picked up the pace as she continued forward dodging people like they were mere obstacles as she kept on hand on her back pack strap so she didn’t lose it amidst the crowds. She cringed as her urethra began to tingle, threatening to allow the pent up urine passage into her jeans. “No, no, no, no.” She groaned. Her eyes darted for her least favorite shortcut. Within mere minutes she came into proximity of the alley way. She reluctantly made a sharp turn into the filthy passage and continued racing forward, knowing it would emerge on the other side of the block, giving her a straight thought to the school. On the other hand it also made sure there would be no witnesses if something went awry. She didn’t ponder the circumstances as she ducked through the alleyway and skirted around trashcans and piles of trash. Right now, her bladder was the only thing that could potentially make life harder for her. At least that’s what she chose to believe. Of course, Murphy’s law decided to come in play. As she shifted around a corner and out of sight she was shoved against a wall. “Ow!” She groaned as pain traveled shot from shoulder. Her eyes briefly caught a glimpse of a spray painted S-shield and a sense of irony momentarily passed through her brain. Where is her hero now? Before she could fully react she was turned to see her assailant, a lean, dirty faced thug with a weathered beany and torn jacket. “Ay, sweet heart, are you going to make this easy for me.” He said flicking out a knife as he began to slice open her shirt. “Ah!” Cassandra squealed as she struggled against his grasp. Her eyes were wide with fear and her knees began to go weak. She barely recognized the steady flow of hot pee pouring down her leg. “Get off!” She tried to shove him away but he held on with an iron grip. “I guess no-“ He was cut short by a jet of fiery energy crashing into his body, sending it flying like a smoldering rag doll. “Well that was hardly a demonstration worthy of the daughter of Zeus.” A sarcastic baritone mocked. A moment later a tall, handsome man appeared. He wore simple blue jeans and a button up dress shirt, that was left unbuttoned, showing off his prominent set of abs and pecks. His face bore a cocky smile and ruffled reddish brown hair fell just above his ears. Cassandra retreated from the figure, her legs trembled as rivulets of golden pee continued to cascade down her thighs, soaking the fabric of her jeans. Her body shook as a puddle formed beneath her. She instinctively covered up her black bra from his sight. “W-who are you?” “Aw, my own sis doesn’t recognize me.” He said with a smirk. “well half sis, anyway. We share the same dad. The big man upstairs,” He said making a snarky point towards the sky. “Zues. And for whatever reason daddy dearest has decided you are worthy of powers.” He rolled his eyes. Within a blink he was a mere foot from Cassandra and his hands grabbed her shoulders as they grew bright white. Cassandra was unable to react and could only stand there as her stream of urine began to subside to a trickle before stopping all together. The next thing she knew she felt an overwhelming sense of power and pent up energy over take her. The world spun and she stumbled backwards just as everything fixed itself. The man grimaced as he stepped out of her urine puddle and examined his sneakers. “Well sis, see ya.” He muttered. “Oh, and here’s this.” He said tossing her a glowing lasso. “I don’t think Zeus directly implied you were supposed to have this, but why not?” He turned to leave. “You never answered my question.” “Oh? Who am I? Well, the Romans call me Mars, the Greek call me Ares. Personally I prefer the latter. But I will also accept, ‘your royal highness, patron father of war.” He winked before vanishing. Two Months Later Cassandra found herself atop the roof tops of Jump City. She was dressed in jeggings, for style and mobility, and a red t-shirt with a golden W across the majority of the chest. Golden gauntlets protected her wrists and a red glowing lasso was suspended from her belt. He eyes searched through the darkness. “Come on out Cheetah.” Cassandra coaxed, strutting forward. “I promise I won’t bite.” “I can’t promise the same.” A voice snarled as a humanoid cheetah like creature leaped from the shadows, pouncing on Cassandra. Cassandra hit the ground and rolled from the flurry of claws that Cheetah released. The villainess managed to leave deep cracks into the concrete roof as Cassandra pushed herself to her feet and brought one leg in an upwards sweep, connecting with Cheetah’s head. “You will pay for that Amazon!” She hissed as she stumbled backwards. “No, actually I am the greek demigod Wondergirl.” Cassandra smirked as she released a punch, connecting with Cheetah’s bare abdomen. “Titles are meaningless for the dead.” The cheetah slashed at the young heroines body. Cassie managed to block the attacks with her Olympian guantlets. “Come on Barbara, you have to do better if-“ She was cut short as the villainess feline manage to slice her arm. “Better than that?” “Much.” Cassie grunted, instantly returned the attack with a bunch. Barbara managed to dodge most of the impact as she sprung backwards into a summersault. “Careful to keep your ego in control. Arrogance makes the meat taste bitter.” She growled, leaping back at the demigod, her claws slicing across her stomach. Cassandra cringed as she fell back to the ground, kicking Cheetah’s feet out from under her. Cheeta caught herself with a hand stand before propelling herself over Cassandra, landing gracefully on her feet as her tail swatted Cassie in the face. “It’s time to end this.” Cassandra growled as she leaped to her feet and grasped her lasso. With nothing more than mere focus the glowing lasso shot at the villainess , entrapping her around the throat. The noose pulled tight as powerful lightning surged through the lasso, subduing the feline villainess . She slowly transformed from her cheetah form to her read haired mortal form, completely nude. “This should be an interesting find for some cop.” Cassandra chuckled. She carried the limp body in her arms, checked for breathing, when she confirmed the villainess was stable she floated to the ground below and wrapped her in a trench coat before laying her in front of the police station. Even after the vigilante legislature had been lifted, it was still best for her too keep out of sight, especially with such a simple costume. She instantly took off in flight, hurtling through the sky away from the police station and back to her bed.

Just a short little sequel to this picture, still working on things just needed a break. She clutched the ransom note in her hand, a sneer emblazoned across her face. Grand Master Adelina captured and being held for ransom was bad enough… but the curs had thought to dress her up in a child’s diaper and humiliate her! Now they were extorting her for their own benefit and threatening to besmirch the reputation of a Grand Master. The sight of Adelina, chest exposed, still wearing parts of her ornate armor wearing nothing on her lower half except a bloated sagging well used diaper. A blush fell across her own cheeks, a humiliating reminder of all the accidents she’d suffered in combat. Grand Master Hestia had never been a fan of Adelina most of her fellow Grand Master would prefer to see her deposed but this was an affront to all women of the Empire! Crumpling the ransom note, a disgusted look on her face she made a call. “Yes, prepare my airship. Yes, nine thousand guilders, just in case. No, we’re not actually going to pay… I refuse to negotiate with ruffians.” The fortified airship slowly descended to the meeting point. Hestia drummed her fingers anxiously on the control panel. Her command chair felt… clammy and uncomfortable. A bout of turbulence had caused her to lose control of her bladder multiple times. Fortunately the protective pad she wore had saved her dignity of being discovered but sitting on the swollen pad for so long had wrung urine from it. She could feel her uniform trousers clinging wetly to her skin. After chewing out her navigator for voiding her bowels and ordering her off the bridge for her cowardice she dare not expose her own lapse in control. Landing was less than graceful, hitting a rock one of the landing skids slipped. The large ship lurched forward. A screech of scraping metal echoed through the ship as the Grand Master was nearly thrown from her command chair. She managed to catch herself in time but the sudden noise caused her bowels to shift. Her stomach lurched, she tensed and… ffffbllllrrrttch. A sudden sloppy evacuation into her pants. Eyes widened in fear she felt it immediately. Disgust shot through her as she fell back in her seat, sitting with a filthy squelch, her own shit pressing against her. Soft and malleable she could feel it spreading across her backside. The protective pad wasn’t designed for this kind of accident. With everyone preoccupied checking on the ship she quickly excused herself from the bridge trying to tug the tail of her coat in a futile attempt to hide her accident. With her soiled panties disposed of she readied herself for the ‘exchange’. She had no plans to hand over the guilders to bandit scum. Once they met she would demand to see Adelina. Her knights would simply overwhelm the small contingent they sent to the exchange and the gun batteries of her airship would take care of pesky reinforcements. A foolproof plan! She would surely receive a commendation to rub in Adelina’s face. The landing doors on the rear of the ship opened with a hiss and flanked by a detachment of knights Grand Master Hestia wearing her own resplendent armor. An imposing presence in her own right Hestia looked a ferocious sight with her stunning red hair and emerald eyes. Enemies of the empire often referred to her as the blazing firestorm with her tendency to raze enemy encampments and leave no survivors. Insisting on making the exchange personally despite her advisers imploring her not to Hestia approached the small group of bandits. She’s expected to see more of them, behind them she could see their camp. A scoff left her lips, Adelina’s forces had been routed by this lot of rapscallions? How pathetic. No sign of the captured grand master she pursed her lips. They’d better not try anything foolish. “You, where’s Grand Master Adelina?” she barked, wasting no time with formalities. “We’ve got your little Adelina safe and sound… well she needs a diaper change after that racket you made but that’s not a surprise. Can’t keep her pampers clean for longer than fifteen minutes even if she tried.” The uproarious laughter from his comrades stung her pride. A bright red blush of shame crossed her cheeks reminded of her own accidents on the flight here and landing. She shifted her legs, responding to their laughter with a reproachful look. “Silence, I won’t stand for your libelous words against a fellow Grand Master!” “Libelous? How many times did we have ta change her?” he said, pausing for a moment counting on his fingers. “When we captured her… when she saw that spider… when she was carrying firewood… when she was sleeping… more than once… when she got all uppity and we had to discipline her...” “Don’t forget when she shit herself when we made her spar with the recruits.” Another round of riotous laughter came from the small group of men. “You’d think she’d never held a blade before. The look on her face when she had ta fight was priceless. She barely lasted three minutes against a kid before she was crapping her pants like a toddler begging not to fight anymore... but fine… we’ll get her. We’re a merciful lot.” Hestia’s jaw tightened with each disrespectful word spoken. Each passing second she was tempted to give the order. With a snap of her fingers she could lay waste to their camp with the gun turrets on her airship. Fortunately at the last minute he acquiesced. He waved his hand and one of the men trudged off to retrieve their prize. A tense few minutes passed as Adenlina was retrieved. Hestia stood there, gaze unwavering. A gush of urine warmed the pad between her legs as she thought she was one of the men reaching for his blade but… it was just her mind playing tricks on her. A single rivulet of warmth traced its way down her thigh before Adelina came into view. Her wrists bound together with a crude lashing of rope, cheeks stained with tears she wore nothing other than a thread-worn shirt much too large for her lithe frame and… a childish diaper. The shirt hung open at the front doing little to hide her buxom chest and the diaper, swollen with urine and bloated with solid waste was already an ill fitting garment even before made heavy with fearful release. “I told ya she probably needed a change but like I said as long as your… ‘donation’ of guilders to our cause is sufficient we won’t let anyone else know about Adelina the incontinent.” Hestia simply scowled at him, turning to one of her knights she whispered in his ear and he nodded giving a terse “yes maam” before returning to the formation behind her. The whirring of mechanical actuation came from the ship as the turrets swiveled leveling their deadly sight at the encampment behind them. “You will release Grand Master Adelina to our custody now or we will level your fortifications immediately. You have less than a minute before we open fire.” she ordered, taking command of the situation. He didn’t seem perturbed by the development. Instead he shrugged, glancing back over his shoulder then once more to Hestia. “Are ya sure ya want to do that?” Hestia was slightly confused by his casual response. Unnerved even by the way he did not seem to be phased by the large bore cannons threatening to rain destruction on his legion. Another wet rush of piss soaked into her pad as her nerves began to play up. Why wasn’t he intimidated!? “We had a deal ya know...” “I am altering the deal, Adelina or your lives.” Having been at the mercy of the bandits since her capture and realizing the rescue party had no intention of paying the ransom Adelina let out a subdued whimper. Her legs quivered and from the leg guards of her diaper liquid started to run down her thighs. The Grand Master was wetting herself again. The sodden garment could absorb no more and uselessly allowed her bladders contents to spill down her toned thighs dampening the ground beneath her. He sighed and snapped his fingers immediately chaos engulfed them. A loud explosion… a second… a third! Adelina covered her ears, shutting her eyes tightly, grunting as she voided her bowels into her already full diaper. The reverberation of the explosions shook Hestia to her core. She could feel it in her sternum as stealthily placed explosives were neutralizing the threat from her airship. Her knights had sprung into action rushing forward at the sound of the blast but Hestia was frozen in fear The redhead paled not even realizing her potty training had abandoned her as her plan crumbled. Her pad was soaked in an instant and urine still flowed freely from her fear loosened bladder. A faint hiss could have been heard coming from her armor if it wasn’t for the sounds of conflict. As she stood, voiding herself, frozen on the impromptu battlefield Hestia dared not turn around to see how severe the damage to her airship had been. Her bowels fared no better and like a frightened little girl she panicked helplessly soiling her armor. Shit oozed into her panties, the second pair she had ruined today. A soft almost paste like consistency filled them to the brim, conforming to the shape of her buttocks and the metal plating of her armor. It was such a voluminous accident some had even began to leak down her thighs, smearing them a dirty brown. When she finally came to her senses she could see the glint of a blade scything towards her. One of her knights threw himself in front of her as she let out a surprised squeal, trembling hand going for her sword. More bandits were running towards them from the encampment and the small detachment of knights wouldn’t be able to hold them off for long. In the chaos Adelina had managed to slip away, tears running down her cheeks as she awkwardly ran in her dirty diaper. “G...go, k...kill them all.” Hestia ordered her knights as she scrambled after the raven-haired Grand Master. As she took off after her she could feel her accidentally released shit squishing against her. The disgusting sensation turned her stomach, she thought she might be sick. What really turned her blood to ice was the sight of her airship, the Eurystheus was in no condition to fly now. There was no chance of using it to escape it looked like the aft had been completely destroyed. They couldn’t even retreat inside and use it as a stronghold whilst they sent a distress call. With her gait made awkward by the load of shit weighing down her panties she chased after Adelina. She caught up to her behind a rocky outcropping, hiding them from the sight of the bandits. “Th...that was your plan?!” Adelina spat at the redhead. “You didn’t do any better!” “Cut my hands free!” “You can’t criticize me! It would have worked if...” Hestia flushed with embarrassment and pulled out her sword, cutting the woman’s wrists free. At least her own accident was somewhat hidden though the smell… and the wetness on her greaves would make it obvious to anyone with enough perception. “I should execute you for your cowardice and incompetence right here! If I...” Hestia froze mid-sentence, another explosion, louder than the others drowned out the sound of their petty squabble. The Grand Masters could only assume it was the Eurystheus falling to more bandit explosives. Clinging to each other in fear they both sniffled wishing to be anywhere but here. Oblivious to the puddle forming beneath their feet from their combined release of what dwindling liquid remained in their bladders. In their terrified stupor they hadn’t even realized another person had joined them. A small boy stared wide eyed at the two crying women as they held each other. One wearing a very soiled diaper, the other in resplendent armor. He seemed oblivious to the sounds of battle or the explosion coming from just the other side of the outcropping. “I just came to see the airship but wow an actual knight.” he began, a charming innocence about him. He wrinkled his nose at the smell coming from them both and with about as much tact as could be expected from a young boy made his displeasure with their accidents known. “Eww, you pooped your diaper and… it smells like you pooped in your armor too… your armor’s all wet...” The two women blushed brightly untangling themselves from each other’s grasp. Adelina desperately tried to cover the childish diaper with her hands. Hestia pinched her thighs together causing the mess to shift and squish again. Here they were, both Grand Masters, both had completely lost control of their bladder and bowels. Adelina’s diaper distended, stained and sodden, Hestia’s armor, glistening with wetness and soiled with feces. But he, a child remained unphased. Could he not hear the sounds of battle behind them or the deafening explosions? “It… it’s not what it looks like...” Hestia feebly protested. “Uhh…” He circled around Hestia and poked her armor right in the rear. There was a wet muddy squelch that came from her. She could feel her mess smushed against her backside, more if it oozing out down her thighs. “You definitely pooped your pants. You should probably be wearing diapers like her...” Hestia wiped her eyes, shaking her head. Her voice still trembled slightly. She’d just let this child point out she had utterly soiled herself any other person who would even attempt such a thigh would be summarily executed but… an idea struck her. “D… does your family live near here? If… if you take us there we’ll reward you… you and your family. Enough guilders to live comfortably for years.” she plead desperately. He paused, thinking about the offer. “Okay! Try not to have any more accidents though… it already smells bad.” With a blush both women followed after the boy, Hestia trying to instill a sense of urgency in the carefree child to get them to safety as quickly as possible.

(there are some small changes) “I see the stars” she murmured as the dark of night befell them as they lay on the hard ground. The two women stared off into the darkness as they sleep the remains of a battle crumbling beside them. *three months beforehand* The lord sat on her throne her sword and staff hanging from a armor stand. the room was pristine not a speck of dust as the lord who was a women with flowing brown hair with sharp features and was muscular but somewhat out of shape mostly with her years on the throne to blame that throne she had at the age of 23 the youngest ruler in decades She sat consumed by worry as she waited to receive a message that could be arriving anytime she was sweating with worry as so she claimed The message arrived the lord squirmed with...anticipation? Anyways the lord listened closely as a servant read the letter aloud the lord looked...worried? As she had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth clenched halfway through the letter a faint wind passed through the room and the lords expression changed from the clenched jaw to a deep sigh with a faint smile on her face she adjusted her seat and finished listening the message confirmed it they were at war The lord excused herself claiming that she required time to develop a plan for war and she walked to her room called her most personal servant and locked the door shut The lord who’s name happened to be Melissa extended her arms letting her servant by the name of Anna Anna begann undoing the laces on the back of Melissa‘s dress letting her take deep breaths freely anna also removed the silk fabric of the garment supporting Melissa’s breasts soon Melissa’s entire top was off and Anna began removing the layered skirts that covered a simple fabric miniskirt held on by a fine leather belt that few would ever see something else even fewer wound see the skirt itself was soaked through anna who unfortunately was having to kneel to remove such garments had her head unfortunately close to the skirt that was hopelessly stained yellow Melissa shifted and said “hurry up i to...just hurry” as her legs squeezed together Anna was use to doing this as she finally finished unbuckling the belt And all that was left were the formerly white panties that were regretfully full with the mess squished almost flat against her rear but anna removed the panties and diligently wiped Melissa’s private’s until they were clean all the while Melissa tried her hardest not to let out all urine that was left as she was about to rush to the bathroom a knock echoed off the hardwood door “ queen allies have arrived and are requesting a immediately council” anna without missing a beat took something out of a nearby drawer and stated “please spread your legs my lord I highly recommend you wear this” it was a soft garment with buttons on the sides and three inch thick cloth “why must I” Melissa asked trying to escape to her bathroom “Well...ummm....comfort...and convenience” anna said not giving Melissa much time to think slipping the undergarments on and swiftly redressing the queen With that Melissa was rushed out the door to the awaiting lords Melissa attempted to walk regally but it was difficult with the unusual bulk. She sat at the large square table and joined the normal conversation minutes of this pass and something didn’t seem right to Melissa Before she had ascended to power Melissa had been a soldier and she knew when something was wrong now was one of those times as mere seconds later smoke rippled off the surface of the table yet her days on the battlefield had be more than four years ago her old habits took over Melissa rushed to the armor stand and swiftly unhooked the staff from its leather bindings she heard noises from the high smoke she took a deep breath and remembered her training “focus remove distractions”she thought as she got ready to rid herself of the bulging pain in her bladder she took a deep breath as the golden liquid spilled down but strangely none ran down her legs and at that moment she knew what the garment was. “a diaper” “haven’t worn one in a while” she relaxed her body and got ready for any oncoming threats “Hey lissa” one of her friends whispered they of course were not supposed be taking they were marching to battle lissa as most called her, was marching to her first battle as a solider she in the light plate armor alongside many others all had thoughts of glory and grander not knowing whats to come “what is it” lissa whispered back “do you have to pee” the friend asked “no” lissa lied “ok” similar small banter was shot back and forth until they saw them...the foe they marched against Lissa joined the charge holding the flimsy looking blade she had been given and stared hacking and slashing and in a blur she was separated from her unit to a near empty side of the battlefield A person in a showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women strolled along with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her and turned to see lissa all alone Lissa held her sword shakily and ran at the women who in one smooth motion took her weapon and stabbed at lissa Lissa fell back to see her Breastplate has saved her lissa sat up and scuttled back seeing the women standing above her “looks like i got you” she said in a peppy voice lissa was terrified as she stumbled backwards the poorly made pants of her uniform tearing of on a patch of briers she has gone through ripping the cheap fabric off of her chest The women approached once more and tilted her head and said in the kind of voice that a parent uses on a small child ” aww did you wet yourself” she said as lissa looked down to see the panties she was wearing as she saw more and more rippled out saturating the gray panties the women licked her lips and said “i may just enjoy your company as she got closer and lissa’s world shifted to black Melissa stood steadfast preparing for whatever came a she spotted a flash of blue and lunged slamming the blunt silver tip of the staff into the assassin the women who was wearing A showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women hit the ground with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her “You” she said “did you wet yourself this time as well” she said as she and Melissa started clashing there weapon the women’s halbert and Melissa’s staff they fought nearly as equals Lissa awoke upright naked with her hands bound somewhat comfortably below her a pit above her the women in blue sat up from a nearby chair of the log cabin they sat in “here drink this” the women demanded and lissa still half awake only started noticing her the current events the women was pouring a green liquid down her throat but lissa didn’t struggle She was too afraid the women bent over and leaned close putting her head against lissa’s stomach “do you feel it” “rippling throughout your body shaking it to its core” Lissa felt a sharp pain as the strange liquid shot through her taking anything in her stomach and shooting out into the pit in a pressurized jet after nearly two minutes of this it slowed spitting into several trails spilling down her thighs The women in blue placed a long plank of wood across the pit and began removing lissa’s bounds lissa in a moment of panic she kicked wildly knocking the women into the pit below The women screeched and was silenced with a splash lissa pulled the wood plank until it fell of into the pit hitting the women’s head knocking her out lissa fell backwards onto the floor trying to stay her breath She spent minutes before standing back up and beginning to rummage through the log cabin knowing she couldn’t leave in the nude in the first drawer she found several other skirts similar to the one the women was wearing she tried on a gray one that seemed like anyone could see up yet when she looked in the mirror to see nothing was visible she moved and shook but it always stayed down she couldn’t even lift it up it was completely stiff lissa decided it was to showy Lissa found normal foodstuffs in the kitchen and nothing of interest in the living room but she found the women’s bedroom The bedroom had many drawers and dressers along with armor stands wearing everything from full scale maile to a pink tutu lissa began looting Lissa found a simple cloth top and a knee length skirt with built in fabric panties that comfortably cradled her privates, lissa opened a drawer to see numerous folded cloth panties lissa snagged some strangely enough at the bottom of the drawer there was a false bottom, she lifted it away to see what looked like...diapers twenty of them three different types five pull-ups five with tapes on the sides and ten that didn’t connect in any logical way but as soon as she picked one up to get a better look she watched as it moved on its own and disappeared only for her to feel it slot itself in between her legs she now knew what the skirt was for. Lissa shamefully took all of the diapers for herself and there was a strange contraption that involved several ropes and a diaper a object that confirmed that this woman ether was or had contact with a magic user, they were uncommon but did exist Lissa on her way out took a halbert with her and left the cabin Melissa parried a stab from the women’s halbert and returned with full force hitting the women in the stomach and slamming her into a wall Melissa continued with a savage stream of attacks the silver tip of her staff catching the women’s clothes and tearing them off the women tried to hold it in but her body released a small amount of urine with astounding speed the women threw a object at Melissa but she knocked to back only for the contraption to spring to life with chains binding to the walls and methodically removing what was left of her skirt and her damp panties and the chains holding her still pulled an absurdly large diaper onto her with metal chains across the bottom and sides finally the contraption snapped a lock on the chained diaper so even if she did escape the diaper would stay on yet the contraption finished dangling from the ceiling, Melissa looked at the panties on the ground to see that the bottom was soaked through Melissa in a mocking tone said “aww did you wet your self” “did you piss your panties” the women quietly whispered something “what did you say”Melissa said the women spoke quietly and said “yes” she whispered “are you sure I thought you said “I was so scared i wet my panties” didn’t you” The women yelled “I WAS SO SCARED I WET MY PANTIES NOW LET ME DOW-” she said before cutting herself off and her hands shooting down to her crotch to futility stop herself but it no avail the diaper slowly turned yellow as small droplets fell to the floor “anna remove her and place her in the dungeon and don’t give her any clothes ether” said as she began dragging the other five unconscious queens to her bedchamber to awaken them Melissa had awkwardly woken up the rest of the lords one of which had wet herself queen grenson one had wet and messed herself queen mespisr Two admitted had admitted to wearing diaper queens shmits and lokedth And the last one who had clearly messed herself but denied it as she winced and sat down with a loud squelch but she continued denying it queen cosuply Grenson borrowed some of Melissa’s panties and a dress Mespisr had brought her own change shmits didn’t need a change since she didn’t wet to badly lokedth had a servant change her diaper cosuply had denied any help and took the no stops ride home without a change As soon as they all left Melissa locked her chambers and demanded for anna to undress her “whats the rush” anna asked “I need to use the restroom please hurry” “Just go thats the point of the diaper” anna said Melissa was annoyed but anna was right as she relaxed as a large bulge formed on her rear visible even with her dress on The feeling took her back to her war days Anna was undressing Melissa when the question appeared “anna where do you get this diaper on short notice” “Oh it was one of mine i used them for long trips” “Oh ok then” and they finished in silence “There is a war going on” Melissa thought sitting on her throne “here i am surrounded by guards and servants undisturbed by the people struck down on the battlefield” She had made her decision She was joining the war Part two Lissa wandered through the woods unknowingly walking in hopes of finding someone, it had been nine days since she left the cabin and she had not changed clothes the diapers being so convenient sadly she only had one slip in diaper left. No matter how long she walked none of the sounds of a bustling tavern none of the lights of a homestead just forest. She set up camp for the night laid down and lifted up her skirt let the diapers do there thing while she enjoyed the convenience of magic Later lissa laid down for rest that night as she did many nights it was cool out but she was warm enough and sleep took her Melissa listened to her adverses they were to worried but she did not heed them Melissa was on a warpath and there was no stopping her. She stood above her army on the large stage preparation for the rousing speech to rally the hunters to war. her force the land of sliavea ten thousand strong against the upstart nation of searsler that had a meager one thousand it would be simple hardly a war at all. It was an ok speech but Melissa was never one for presentation so feeling the unease she drew her wheel lock pistol and pointed it at the sky after five or six pulls of the trigger it fired the shot in some random direction the people were cheering completely sure in there leader unaware of the droplets of urine in her panties Lissa lay groggy from sleep only to be snapped awake by the sound of sticks breaking the noise getting closer and closer she scurried for her halbert soon she saw a lady in a modest green tunic and a foil at her side the women approached in a friendly manner “Ho there traveler”she said nicely “would you kindly put down the weapon” she followed up with Lissa set the halbert down and asked “can you tell me where i am” “Ok how about we play a game first” she proposed drawing her sword “A sparring match” the women offered “you win and i tell you anything you want to know and be on my way”she started but before lissa could say anything The women finished with “and if i win...you get to be my slave for six months and do whatever I please”she said with a evil gleam in her eyes “So what will it be”she said “and you up for a match” Lissa thought for a moment what could she do with a foil against a halbert that flimsy sword would snap in a second “I agree to your challenge” lissa stated confidently only seconds later feeling some... inconvenient urges “Ok now” the women said taking a stance “Ok i just need to hold it a little while longer Lissa thought to her self as she brandished the halbert the lady snapped into action Lunging strait at lissa, lissa of course blocked with her halbert the women stopped short the tip of her blade pushed against the wooden shaft of the halbert yet despite her failed attack she grinned and said “do you know the smallest splinter in wood can split the entire shaft” lissa was confused for a moment before the women trusted her blade the wooden shaft reduced to splinters lissa jumped sputtering urine then she remembered she was wearing a diaper she took a deep breath and let it go the fabric clinging wetly to her privates. soon the diaper full settled between her legs,she got ready and went on the offensive Melissa entered the tailors “I need an outfit refitted” she stated “right away” the cleck replied and funneled her into the backrooms she had known this tailor for years. Heiro silver was a youth of 24 well dressed and had a head of purple hair that he spent to much money on purple dye keeping it that color. he and Melissa had been on and off for about six years she was wearing “do you mind” he asked “never for you” she replied. he skillfully undid the lace and had the outfit off in minutes “you still can be My servant” she offered “no I could never do that it would upset my father we have a very proud bloodline as tailors” he knelt down to remove her skirt “anyways hows yo-“ he cut himself off after removing her underskirt and getting a fill view of the numerous yellow stains on her white panties “care to explain” theo asked politely “Its been a...minor problem recently” she explained Heiro sighed and said “I have something for this” and he left the room and returned with a pile of clothes “first please change out of those” he said handing her a pair of clean panties and he pulled a curtain and let her change she stepped out and stretched a minute “they feel...bulky” she said “they will absorb and small...mishaps and these” he said pulling a extremely thick cloth diaper out of the pile “they will be hard to walk with but for a long ride they are perfect” “and lastly” he pulled out a thinner pull on diaper “for more active use” her finished fitted her armor “you have some rust on the thigh plates make sure to avoid we-“ he cut himself off again and rushed her out Lissa lunged her weapon getting shorter and shorter with each attack. The women struck with her blade lissa ducked to the side and elbowed her in the back the womenfell to her knees lissa took a few steps forward her back to the women suddenly...click all of lissa’s muscles tensed as she turned around and saw the women holding a wheel lock pistol that had misfired with the morning dew Lissa ran at the women who stumbled across the wet grass her tunic riding high she slipped fell on her face giving lissa a clear view of her panties that happened to have warm piss spilling down her thighs as a large bulge slowly formed in the back of her panties lissa got ready to leave her camp packed and the women tied to a tree And they both continued there journeys

PRELUDE The man let's out a long sigh after hearing the request the supposed god has laid before him. "So let me get this straight Mr. God sir. I died pitifully, so you feltbad enough about it to let me be reborn in a new world, and if I defeat the Demon Lord and save this world I can go back to my own world?" "That's exactly right, I'm so glad you listened closely. This world has been having a very peculiar problem the past 2 years since the demon lord took power." The self proclaimed god said, lifting his cup of tea to his mouth taking a long gulp. "You think I'm the right guy for this job. The guy who died a pitiful death in his own world?" "I do indeed. While I cannot directly interfere, I'm able to give you the power needed to destroy the Demon king when I reincarnate you, all you need to do is build up a strong party and the rest should be history!" The god exclaimed with delight. He had spent the last 2 years trying to find someone to fix this problem. After all, he was the one who sent this Demon lord to this world. "Well I guess it beats staying dead, I'll do it." The man said, rubbing his temples with his fingertips as it that would make this situation make any more sense than it does. "Fabulous! Aboslutely fabulous my dear boy. I expect great things from you my boy. This is your destiny." The god proclaimed with great delight. "Let's send you there right away, it shouldn't hurt at all. No promises tho." "I don't believe in destiny, I'm just doing this to kill some time." The man said, brushing his hair behind his ears as he starts fading away. "Oh and one more thing, the names Noel." The man, seconds away from being reborn into a new world. "Good luck Noel, you'll need it. After all, the demon lord has a pee fetish" the god says, just as the man disappears completely. *Hello all, this is a story I'll be working on for a while. This is just a little prelude of what's the come, the full chapter 1 will be out in a day or 2. And don't worry, this story will contain lots of omo. Until next time*

this is a fixed/updated version. I would like to thank R682 for helping me with spellcheck.) Dropped in a New World Chapter 1 'I cursed bitterly, screaming out my frustration as I ran through a sea of trees. Behind me were a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yelled at her as I continued to run. The beasts weren't that strong, but fighting a pack of them was a different story. They could quickly surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!?” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there were only three of them. Watch your left!” she yelled. “FROST!” I yelled, extending my left hand to blast the beast with ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled, which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff, A raging current surged below us, and a wild pack of beasts were charging up behind us. We were out of options. I couldn't use my sword. Our mana was getting low... And I could feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again! “You trust me?” I asked Bab. “Right now? No!” she told me, already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I told her, before jumping off the cliff. Both of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. * * * I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving money to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last three years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. To not waste a ticket, he gave it to me. To be honest, while I was having fun, I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking, and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just three t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily, I did get myself some hiking boots, but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp, and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs); TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack; Double Sleeping Bag; Sundome 2 Person Tent; SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit; Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3); Pocket knife; Flashlight; 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier; Extra rope; FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool. I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happened. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes, I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was so freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see, and into a small town. People who looked like they were from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople two days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on Earth, but a place called Caruma. almost everything we know about fantasy is from here. “A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world, but their fight always led to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their own power, they would try something else.” the elder of the village told me on the first night. “They created fifteen crystals and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world: Poruma, the black god, summoned monsters; Rilla, the white god, summoned warriors.” “Wait, i'm not a fighter. Heck i've never even shot anything stronger than a BB gun.” i told them. “While we say warrior, in actuality it just random people summoned from earth to fight the black gods monsters.” the elder told me. “Why?” i asked. And the elder just shrugged. “Who knows.” he told me. “Each crystal could summon one warrior every ten years. The first god to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next three thousand years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the fifteen, seven white crystals have been destroyed, while five dark crystals have been destroyed.” “But there wasn't a crystal. How was i summoned?” i asked. “To be honest, we don't know.” the elder told me. “Thirty one years prior, the town was attacked by monsters, and they destroyed the crystal. But if i had to guess, because it was already about to summon a hero, the remaining pieces must have spent the last thirty years collecting power to summon you here before the crystal died.” Next they then told me how I could go back home. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy, and in ten years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical power to them, you can have them send you back home. The problem with this is that it usually takes a lot of magic to do so, and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get there. When the village was destroyed all those years ago, most people left, and the ones who stayed were now too old or too young to take me. The only exception was a farm boy named John, who was sixteen: two years younger than me. But for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him... In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic, but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a unique bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other for long. Should they be away from each other for six hours they will both die. If one dies, the other has six hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair complete one of a few select quests, and the bracelets can be removed, while still granting the person the ability to use magic. The reason John wanted to form a bond is that it would make travelling through the woods a lot easier. He said there aren't many powerful monsters there, but it was better to be safe than sorry. I had to wait a few more days before the contract could be made. John needed to finish some stuff and prepare before we leave. During that time some people let me stay at their houses, despite knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only five kids there: two boys, three girls, and a women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night, as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying there were from parents who had either died, left for adventure, or just left their children behind, without any idea where their parents now were. It was sad, but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one, who only stared at me. The women later told me 'Ema' was the girl's name, and that while she was 14, her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one, she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well, so she was forced to use baby bottles. Lastly, she had to wear diapers: for some reason, her bladder and bowles was just too weak. I honestly felt terrible for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Early in the morning, I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. When a contract was made it would make a bright flash, so we were in the woods so as not to disturb anyone and get a head start toward the next town. “Ok this should be good,” John said, once we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then, let's begin.” He then began to chant something, and both of our bracelets began glowing. We both raised our hands ready to form the contract, but stopped when we heard something. The contract ended as we looked around the find what it was. Upon investigating, we found one of the kids spying on us. It was the Ema girl? Not far from us we heard the orphanage caretaker Alice yelling for the girl. Apparently, Ema chased after us after we left, without telling the Alice. After a brief talk with the Alice, she was about to take Ema home, when Ema ran up to me. “Be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw,” Ema said, as she grabbed my hand, wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. “Wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj,” she said. Suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled and tried to stop it, but it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes, and for a few moments, I couldn't see anything! I just heard the same thing being repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled, and when I could finally see, I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said, until Alice grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” Alice yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on her. “Yep, and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said with a sly smile on her face. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place? And how did you activate the spell?” John asked her. “I stole it from Miss dumb-cunt here,” Ema said and nodded at Alice. “And anyone who knows magic knows that simple spell.” “I think the bracelet is mine,” Alice told John. “My husband was an adventurer.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell,” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked, and everyone looked at me. “Wait, you can understand me!” Ema yelled surprised. “Of course I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I told her confused. “What are you talking about?” Alice asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “Just gibberish.” “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who seemed very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema, and you're now grounded!” Alice grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema, it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she yelled as she tried to resist the much bigger woman. “Wait, I need to figure this out,” I told Alice. “I'm sorry, but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema,” she told me. “I'M NOT EMA!” the girl screamed, as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go, she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema, it's time to come home.” Alice told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. Tell her!” the girl yelled at me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab,” I told Alice, and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her?” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding Bab. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the central and most prominent problem. I was now connected to a tiny child, and I still needed to leave! After a lengthy discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than forty feet from each other for more than six hours, and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So i had to make the most important decision of my life! “Ok, as soon as you sign this you will have officially adopted Ema.” Alice told me. “BAB!” Bab yelled. “Its Bab, remember?” I asked as i sign the last of the paperwork. “Oh, right. Sorry i'm still not use to that name yet.” Alice told me as she sits in her office chair. So, I wound up having to adopt Bab, and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly, because of her John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely, but without it, it just became too much of a risk, when he would have to come back alone. With the paperwork out of the way, we decided it would be best to stay one last day and let Bab get ready. Tomorrow we will leave in the morning. Throughout the day Bab was being bombarded with questions from the other kids, but she just tried to ignore them. She was too busy packing clothes in what looked like a pink school backpack. It wasn't that big but amazing she fit 3 pairs of pants, 3 shirts, and 3 pairs of socks. Along with a spare blanket and a pillow. “Are you sure that's all you want to bring?” I asked Bab. but she ignored me too. “Ok kids, it's time for bed,” Alice told the kids. I watched as she went to each kid and tucked them in and saying their goodnights before her and I went downstairs to have a little chat. “Are you positive you have to go?” Alice asked me. “If I don't then I can't go back home. I have family and friends I need to get back to.” I tell Alice who made us tea. “But going out there with a child, I still think it's too dangerous,” she told me. “I know that. But what am I supposed to do?” I asked Alice and took a sip of my tea and nearly spit it out. I really don't like tea. “I know this village isn't much, but you could still have a good life. Just the two of you,” she told me. “I do know about that. But I still need to go. How would you feel if you suddenly went to my world and you could never see your friends, family, or kids?” I asked her. “I would do anything to get back to them,” Alice told me. “But Bab is still small and helpless.” “I know she has her problems. Which is why I'll do what I can to protect her.” I tell Alice who just shakes her head. “It's not just protecting her. It's everything else. I don't even think she thought it out when she formed this bond. No one else can understand her but you. Her hands are messed up and can barely hold objects with 2 hands. her small body means she can't walk or run as fast as you can and she gets tired more easily.” Alice told me. “I can translate for her, I can feed her, and I don't mind walking slower, or I can just carry her,” I tell Alice, but again she shook her head at me. “There's still one last problem,” she told me. “What's that?” I asked. “You'll see,” she told me before she went to bed. I slept in the guest room again, and luckily it was still in the safe within 20 feet from Bab that the curse wouldn't affect us. I was awoken the next morning by a knock on the door. “Are you decent?” Alice asked. I was, and she came into the room with Bab. “Whats up?” I asked with a loud yawn. “It's time to see the big problem,” Alice told me. Confused I looked over to Bab who face was bright red and didn't want to look at me. Alice then grabbed Bab’s Pants and had them fall to the ground exposing a very full diaper. That's when it hit me that I would have to be the one to change this girls diapers and my face got red. “If you still insist on going you are going to at least know this much,” she told me and places a small mat on my bed and had Bab sit on it. Bab was then forced to lay down, and she covered her face in embarrassment. I guess she really didn't think this through. Alice then told me I had to be the one to change her diaper, telling me she would walk me thru it. First, I unfastened the tabs on the dirty diaper and pulled down the front half of the dirty diaper. There the sight and smell nearly made me gag. I was then told to use the front half of the diaper to wipe the bulk of the mess off of Bab's bottom. Next to fold the dirty diaper in half under her, with the clean side up. I was then handed a damp cloth and told to wipe from front to back as this helps keep bacteria from causing an infection. Then I took the dirty diaper and wrapped it up and placed it off to the sided. It really stinks, but at least the worst was over. Finally, I placed a clean diaper under Bab and sprinkled the baby powder over her area before taping the diaper shut, Alice even told me the diaper should be snug but not so tight that it pinches. Bab was now in a clean diaper but looked like she was close to crying after having her diaper changed by a not only a stranger but a guy. “What do you say to Alex for changing you?” Alice asked Bab who for the first time today finally looked at me. “Thank you,” she said in a meek voice before running off somewhere. “My offer still stands. You can still stay here if you want and I can still help with taking care of Ema, sorry Bab.” Alice told me. “I know this is going to be hard but I think we will be alright,” I tell her. Alice could only sigh and give me a diaper bag full of supplies I would need for Bab. with enough diapers to last us quite a while. I strapped the diaper bag to the bottom of my own to make it easier to carry. After an excellent breakfast, we said our goodbyes. The kids were crying that Bab was leaving and even Alice looked like she was about to start crying. “Please be good now Ema, sorry force of habit, I mean Bab,” Alice told Bab before embracing her in a hug. “I will,” Bab told her, and I translated. They watched as we walked away from the orphanage before disappearing behind the trees. “Please stay safe,” Alice whispered. In the end, this is where our adventure began: dropped in a new world. (ill be doing character bios attached to this new updated story. but will be doing them on DA.) https://redwelch2222.deviantart.com/art/DiaNW-Character-bio-Alexander-March-741388919 https://redwelch2222.deviantart.com/art/DiaNW-Character-bio-Bab-Ados-741389109 https://redwelch2222.deviantart.com/art/DiaNW-Character-bio-John-nile-741389234?ga_submit_new=10%3A1524290287

Chapter 1 “FUCK!” I yelled as I ran true a sea of trees. Behind me was a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yell at her as I continue to run. The beasts aren't that strong but fighting a pack of them is a different story. They could easily surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there was only 3 of them,” she told me “left!” “FROST!” I yelled extending my left hand to blast the beast with cold ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff. A raging current below us and a wild pack of beast behind us. We were out of options. I didn't have my sword. Our mana was getting low. And I can feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!. “You trust me?” I asked bab. “Right now? No!” she told me already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I tell her before jumping off the cliff. Both Of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving anything extra to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last 3 years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. So as to not waste a ticket he gave it to me. And to be honest, while I was having fun I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just 3 t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily I did get myself some hiking boots but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs,) TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack Double Sleeping Bag Sundome 2 Person Tent SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3) Pocket knife Flashlight 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier Extra rope FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happens. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was too freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see and into a small town. People who looked like they ware from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople 2 days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on earth but a place called Caruma. Here everything we know about fantasy is from here. A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world but their fight always lead to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their power they would use something else. They created 15 castles and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world. Poruma the black god summoned monsters. Rilla the wight god summoned warriors. Each crystal could summon 1 warrior every 10 years. And the first to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next 3000 years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the 15, 7 white crystals have been destroyed. While 5 dark crystals have been destroyed. When I asked about how I got here they could only give a guess. 31 years prior the town was attacked by monsters and they destroyed the crystal. But because it was already about to summon a hero the remaining pieces must have spent the last 30 years collecting power to summon me here before the crystal died. They then told me who I could go back. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy and in 10 years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical energy to them you can have them send you back home. The problem with this, it normally takes a lot of magic to do so and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get them. When the village was destroyed all those years ago most people left and the ones who stayed are now too old or too young to take me. The only exception is a farm boy named John who was 16 2 years younger than me. But in order for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him. In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a special bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other long. Should they be away from each other for 6 hours they both will die. If one dies the other has 6 hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they will die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair completely one of 3 quests and the bracelets can be removed while still granting the person to use magic. The reason he wants to form a bond is that it would make traveling a lot easier through the woods. He said there aren't many strong monsters here but it's better safe than sorry. I had to wait 3 more days before the contract could be made. During that time I the people let me stay with them knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only 5 kids there. 2 boys 3 girls and women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying here are from parents who either died, left for adventure, or was just left with no idea who the parents were. It was sad but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one who only stared at me. The women later told me Ema was the girl's name and that while she was 14 her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well. So she's been forced to use baby bottles. And lastly, she had to wear diapers. For some reason, her bladder was just too weak. I honestly felt bad for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Later that night I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. The contract could only be made during a full moon and when it’s made it will make a bright flash so were in the woods so as to not disturb anyone. “Ok this should be good,” he said as we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then let's begin.” He then began to chant something and soon both of our bracelets were glowing. We both raised our hands to form the contract but stopped when we heard something. The contract stopped as we looked around the forest and heard something. Upon investigating we found one of the kids spying on us. Behind them the woman yelling for the girl. Apparently, she chased after us after we left without telling the women. After a brief talk with the women, she was taking the Ema girl when she ran up to me. “be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw.” Ema said. As she grabbed my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong,” I asked her. “wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj.” she said. suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled. But it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes and for a few moments, I couldn't see. I just heard the same thing be repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled and when I could finally see I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said until the women grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” the women yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on. “Yep and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place. And how did you activate the spell?” John asked. “I stole it from miss dumb cunt here.” Ema said and nodded at the women. “And anyone who knows magick knows that spell.” “I think the bracelets mine.” the women told John. “my husband was an adventure.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell.” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked and everyone looked at me. “Wait you can understand me!” Ema yelled. “Of cores I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I tell her. “What are you talking about?” the women asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who looked very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema and you're going to be grounded!” the women grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she said as she tried to resist the much bigger women. “Wait I need to figure this out,” I tell the women. “I'm sorry but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema.” she tells me. “IM NOT EMA!” the girl screamed as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema it's time to come home.” the women told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. tell her!” the girl said to me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab.” I tell the women and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her.” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding her. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the main and biggest problem. I was now connected to a tiny child and I still needed to leave! After a long discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than 40 feet from each other for more than 6 hours and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So, I wound up adopting Bab and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly because of her, John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely but without it, it just becomes too much of a risk when he would have to come back alone. Before we left the women gave me a bag full of things for Bab. while her backpack had things like clothing, a pillow, blanket, and a few random things. The bag the women gave me had her more ‘personal’ things. Such as 3 bottles, a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a lot of diapers. She even had to show me how to change the little girl. Much to bab’s displeasure. In the end, this is where our adventure of began dropped in a new world.

Yo! Bet you guys forgot about me for a bit, right? It's been a while since I last posted anything on this site, that much is for sure. I decided that rather than putting all the content warnings in this opening author note, it might be better to make them all tags instead. As you can see, though, that got out of hand prety quickly... there's fifrteen of those fuckers because of it, and that's just all the basic stuff - it doesn't cover any of the other pairings which will take place should this story last long enough. And to top it all off, all I have to show for it so far is a complete list of eye powers on Deviant Art and a really short prologue... but I should have more sometime soon. I'm slowly removing the roadblocks which have prevented me from writing recently, one at a time. Anyway, without further ado, go ahead and read the prologue! Breaking the Cycle Prologue: That Which Cannot Be Replaced “Big sis! Our clan is being attacked! We’re being wiped out one after another!” The sound of metal seamlessly slicing through wood rang through the summer air as the double-edged katana in my right hand cleaved one of the solid wood targets set up in the Takamachi clan’s courtyard in two. The top half slid down the diagonal cut until it fell to the ground with a loud thud, the noise briefly drowning out the constant harmonious song of the cicadas in the trees which made up the area’s perimeter. “They just killed Mom!” “They killed Mom?! How did they even— no, it doesn’t matter! Take me to them right now! I’ll crush them all before they even notice I’m there!” The memories burned into my brain gave me strength as I reversed the blade’s direction to make a second horizontal slice through the target made out of a section of thick tree trunk. My blade cut through it so swiftly that the top section which got severed didn’t move even a centimeter, but instead simply fell straight down into place so perfectly that it would be next to impossible for most people to even tell that there were two separate pieces. “Mom was killed in a one on one battle! The one who did it is too strong for even you to handle! Their partner is on his way here as we speak, and his energy is even bigger than the one who took mom out!” “I don’t care how strong they are! I can’t let them get away with—” “They’re after you, sis! Mom died trying to keep them from getting to you! If you let yourself get captured or killed, her death will have been in vain! You have to escape!” With a roundhouse kick too swift for the average person’s eyes to follow, my left foot sent the top piece of the trunk flying into one of the trees to my right, the impact causing the birds in that tree to fly away in terror. The tree itself cracked internally at the point of contact until the tree itself fell down into the courtyard, unable to support its own weight. Yui… I won’t let you end up like mom or the rest of our clan. I used the momentum of my kick to pivot on my other foot until I’d done a full rotation and once more stood facing what was left of my target. I jumped high into the air, easily eclipsing the height of the Takamachi clan’s two-floor complex until I could see the streets around it without any obstruction. As I began to descend, I swung the identical blade in my left hand downwards in a vertical arc with such force that I began to roll through the air like a swiftly spinning wheel of death. No matter what it takes… My left sword bisected the trunk cleanly in half from above so violently that both halves were forced backwards by the wind current that my overhead strike had generated. As my rotation came to a halt and my blade once again faced the sky, my feet landed in the spots where the two halves of my makeshift target were mere moments before, planted on either side of a gash in the earth beneath me created by the wind and my sword. No matter who I have to kill… I rushed forward, pivoting on the ground right as I got within striking distance of my next target: the tree in the center of the courtyard which towered over all of the trees along the perimeter. This tree was far thicker than all the others, to the point that cutting it down in a single slashing attack would be impossible. It struck me as quite the symbolic target, considering one of my opponents was strong enough to kill my mother, whom I’d never been able to defeat in a sparring match even once. No matter what kind of insurmountable obstacles stand in my way… As I spun around, my glossy black hair whipping around in the air and covering a lot of my gaze, I swung the sword in my right hand so close to the one in my left that my palms actually brushed against one another. My blade cut through a bit over a fourth of the trunk before me with ease. But before the gap my strike had created could even be narrowed a millimeter, my left sword passed through it fully extended and charged with electrical energy which increased my range and cutting power, slicing through the other half of the trunk of the tree as if it were butter. As the tree I’d kicked part of my last target into did, this one began to fall inwards. Within a few seconds, it would fall onto me and crush me under its weight. Given that the energy which flowed throughout my body enhanced my body’s durability, this wouldn’t even be enough to break my bones, but if I just let it fall onto me, it would take out a not insignificant portion of the Takamachi clan’s complex with it. And it was quite possible that there were people in my friend’s clan in that part who would get killed as a result. I swear I’ll save you… But before it even dipped to a seventy degree angle with the ground, the manifestation of my energy, will and hatred materialized around me, stopping the tree in its tracks with its massive hands that only I could see. My blackish violet Divine Avatar gripped the tree and set it right back on its stump with such precision and gentleness that it did not fall again once it let go and the astral body dematerialized. Even if the price for doing so is my life itself. I sheathed my swords in their scabbards at my waist before placing my hands on the tree at the place where I’d cut it in two. I sent a portion of my energy into the tree, using it to make the stump and severed trunk slowly connect themselves back together. As I did, I remembered what my little sister said to me right before I made my escape that night one week prior. “You’re more important than the entire rest of our clan! You need to survive, even if no one else does! You’re the only one of us who can’t be replaced, sis!” Once I finished repairing the tree, I lowered my hands, beginning to walk off towards the exit to get a drink before coming out to train again. As I did, I began to reply to the what my younger sister had said to me. “That’s just it, Yui… to me, you’re the one thing that can’t be replaced. That’s why I’ll do everything in my power to save you, even if it costs me my own life as a result.” Because to me, your life is far more precious than my own. That’s what being your big sister means… I have to protect you at all costs, even if it means putting myself at risk. I didn’t have much time left before it’d be too late. Sooner rather than later, I knew I needed to start looking into the people who took her… but I needed to make sure I could beat them first. So for the time being, all I could do was train… and try to master as much of my newly unlocked power as possible. Because I knew that if I just charged in as I was now, there’d be no way in hell I’d stand even a ghost of a chance. Fun fact: this is one of the only installments in the entire first story arc that will be written from Kiriko's perspective. Most scenes will be written from perspectives of either observers of fights or the ones who will lose the fights in the chapter. Anyway, not really much to say about this. If you're interested in learning about the eye powers in this AU and who will get each of them, I'll direct you to this Deviant Art Journal which explains them all in great detail, save for the one which is intentionally not revealed for major spoiler reasons. Also, for those who read my other story, Asuna's Descent into Diaperhood, be advised that it will not be abandoned, nor will its sequel be... although my EoS story is in fact dead for now at the very least. Other than that, there's not really a lot to go over. See you in chapter one!

Fate/Holy Genesis --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: Genesis It was peaceful night, so it had seemed. The night was silent and the wind blew softly in the air. Some could say it was too peaceful, but supernatural events were plaguing this city known as, Fuyuki. Lately, there had been numerous deaths of people in random areas of the city. These people had the oddest wounds. Some had been pierced by some sort of great weapon while some were sliced in half or poisoned. One could say it was supernatural. The public rolled these murders by saying it was homicide because the supernatural doesn't exist. Little did they know that there was a bigger picture that they were missing. That's when the silence of the night broke when a large red barrier engulfed part of the city. Inside this barrier, stood two young males gazing at each other. One of the males wore a mask with only one eye hole. The mask also had strange symbols and carvings as if some one long ago put ancient writing onto it. The other male had white spiked hair with tan skin and yellow eyes. Inside this barrier, it had seemed time had stopped and they were the only ones moving inside this space. Only one question remained. What was the purpose of this barrier? "A bounded field. Are you the one who set this up?" The white haired male spoke up. "Yes, I set this barrier up. I came here to kill you, not to have a chit-chat. I'm low on time right now... so I suggest you prepare yourself. I don't wanna kill you without the clashing of our weapons." The mask man shouted as he revealed on his right hand a strange red marking. The marking then glowed as a strange black lightning-curved sword appeared into his hand. "Ahh! You must be the Genesis Killer, Siege. I shall introduce myself! My name is Kasai Ichiga!" The male then examined Siege's weapon then began to talk once more, "Hmmm... I recognize your weapon. It is the, Keris mpu Gandering. So you are indeed the Genesis Killer. Since you brought the field up just for me, I will accept your duel. The only thing is... I won't be the one dying here tonight." The white haired male smiled as he too showed his strange marking and summon a flaming sword to his side. In a blink of an eye, Siege rushed towards him with great speed and clashed with the flaming sword. Kasai and Siege then began to clash swords with each other before pushing themselves back a few feet. A grin came across Siege's face while his sword engulfed in a blackish glow. "Black Extinction!" Siege shouted as he sliced his sword in a forward motion. As soon as he did this a large crescent shockwave rushed towards Kasai. The shockwave hit the flaming sword before being sliced in half and exploding on both sides. Dust covered the area for a brief moment before dissipating and revealing Siege reading his black bow and using his sword as a arrow. "No... way... you have-" Kasai was interupped by Siege fired his sword as it hit Kasai dead on into the chest. Siege then rushed forward and knocked the sword further in his chest. This created a chain reaction and dark energy released and slowly made its way into his body. Kasai's eyes turned black while Siege chuckled. "Yes, I have two weapons. Actually, I have more than two! I have a total of five! So either way, you were going to die before we even fought! I would of prolonged this further, but I have places to be." "In...human... wielding five weapons... its impossible..." Kasai said with a restrained voice. Siege chuckled as he slowly walked away from Kasai, "Fools shall die as fools." Siege then snapped his fingers as the darkness inside his body exploded him into ash. Siege then stopped and clenched his fist while he watched his barrier slowly fade away from the sky. "If I have to become a murderer for your sake... I will. I will do whatever it takes to win this war even if it means staining my hands with blood." Siege then made his weapon disappeared as he walked down the street and disappeared into the shadows. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Wake up, Kurai! Wake up!" The sound of a pestering child's voice filled the air. "Avalon... its not even time for school yet. Why are you waking me up at this hour?" The young man in bed sighed and rubbed his eyes. Avalon bit her lip, "Well, you take forever to get ready! Plus, your supposed to walk me to school!" Avalon nagged in her childish voice. "Uggg!" Kurai let out a moan before lightly pushing her off the bed before getting out of bed himself. He then yawned as he slowly fixed his black spiky hair in the mirror. Avalon then got up from the ground and looked at him with her cute and innocent red eyes. "That was mean, Kurai!" Avalon's expression changed from sad to mad. Kurai sighed as he slowly put on his black school uniform and fasted his neck tie. He then pat his sister on the head and smiled, "I'm sorry. I'm just a bit tired that's all." He then began to stroke her green hair before remembering he had to walk her to school. Kurai quickly made breakfast for him and his sister before rushing out the door with a biscuit in his mouth. "I will pick you up around 3 when I get out of school. I will meet you at the gate of your school to walk you home." Kurai told Avalon. Avalon smiled as she then noticed a strange red mark on his right hand,"Hey, Kurai... what's that strange thing on your hand?" Avalon asked him as she pointed to the strange red mark on his hand. Kurai analyzed it and came to a conclusion, "Maybe its just a scratch when I woke up this morning. It should heal in a day or so. There is no need to worry." That's when a girl appeared in front of Kurai. She wore a rather revealing attire under a black trench coat and red scarf consisting of a blue bikini top, short blue Jean shorts, and for an odd reason, no shoes. Her hair was flaming red kept cut close to her head, in a very high and tight style while still maintaining a feminine look. Her eyes were fierce green, with a glint in her eye that could lead any man to his death. She then revealed her left hand which had a strange symbol of a cross and nails on the sides and bottom of it. The symbol then glowed as the surrounding area and sky turned crimson. "Who are you? What is going on?" "My name is Aeleif Dullahan... you won't be alive much longer so I really had no need to give my name. So prepare yourself!" The girl told him as her symbol glowed once more before a medium size yellow spear appeared in her hand. She than spun it around rapidly before getting into her fighting stance. What.. is happening... what is going to happen to me.... am I going to die? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well I need to add onto this part of the chapter, but I'm stuck and don't know how to bring out my idea ;-;

Hello everyone. I'd like to share with you a funny video I made. It's 6 minutes long and subtitled in Dutch, English, Spanish, German and French (additional subtitles are very welcome!). It's about a boy and a girl who challenge eachother to determine which one of them has to do the dishes. Parts were filmed with a drone. Music by Ilan Eshkeri for Johnny English reborn. Comments are very welcome! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXvFps4ZEVA

Here is part one of a three part story. Not much to say, hope you enjoy:) Oh and for the record this is the pole dance routine that is used in this chapter. Vanilla. That’s how I decided to describe myself as I gazed at my reflection in the vanity mirror. I was more than aware that I was attractive. It was just that compared to the other strippers- excuse me- exotic dancers, I was just boring. I didn’t bear any tattoos or piercing. My hair was light brown, not the mysterious black or tantalizing blonde that the other strippers were blessed with. Hell, even my apparel was boring. While most of my colleagues got sexy corsets and miniskirts to go with their g-strings I was the basic package: just a matching, beige pair of bra and panties. At least the color almost blended with my skin tone, which would gain a double take from some of the audience before they realized certain details were missing. “Now introducing onto the stage, Rose!” There’s my cue. I allowed an alluring smile to slip onto my face as I trot to the purple curtains separating me from my audience. One deep breath and I pushed through said curtains and found myself out on the black reflective surface of the stage. My bare feet plodded along the stage, which jut out into the audience as I made my way to the silver pole at the far end. My hips had a sinful sway to them as I closed in onto the pole. As I reached my destination a catchy pop song began to play. I stood on the left hand side of the pole as I face the end of the stage. I gave a sexy bite of the lip to the audience directly in front of me as my right hand reached up, caressing the cool metal pole till it was above my head at an angle. With a baseball grip on the shaft I slowly bent my knees till I was sitting on my heels. Just as I hit the end of my descent my hips began to sway and I rose to my full height. I picked out the cutest guy before me and kept my sultry gaze fixated upon him. While keeping my left foot stationary, I rose the back of my right foot so that only the ball of the foot was planted on the ground and my right knee stuck out. I lowered the foot and repeated the movement with my left foot. I repeated those steps twice more before I stepped back with my leg, stepping on the ball of my foot I raised my right foot a few inches above the ground before stepping back on it and kicking my left leg forward till my knee was level with my breasts. I swung my left leg back again, once again landing on the ball of the foot and pushed off into a spin with my right leg still planted on the stage, allowing it to glide across the surface till I was parallel with the stage. I stayed in this position for only a fraction of a second as the moment of the spin brought my right leg off the stage and my left leg landed behind the pole. My right toes grazed the stage where I had started the routine for a moment before I swung it in an arc back around the pole as both hands gripped the pole once more and I was airborne till I touched down behind the pole once more. Keeping both hands on the pole I swung myself around the pole once more, this time my legs lightly wrapped around the shaft. I made two full revolutions around the pole before I touched down with my back to the end of the stage. I rose up from my crouch, sticking my butt out as I did so, until I was at full height again. With one hand on the pole I swung around the pole clockwise till I was on the right side of it with my back against the shaft. With both hands on the pole barely above my head I spread my legs out, lowering myself till I was sitting on the ground with my legs open at an obtuse angle. I planted my hands on my legs and leaned forward and swung my torso and head to the right and then to the left. I straightened my body and threw my hands up before bringing them down behind me. I brought my knees to my chest then kicked my left leg out almost like I was crab walking then did the same with my right. I then spun myself on my butt till I was facing the pole again. I gripped the bar with both hands and pulled myself up, sticking my butt out again as I did so. I did I did a half spin this time, landing on my left leg on the left hand side I stepped to the front of the pull with my right foot, landing on the ball of the foot I kicked off. I swung my body around the pole with my left leg pointing out and my right leg bent back so my knee was only barely peaking above the thigh of my left leg. I landed in front of the pole again in a squat so that I was sitting on my heels. I snapped my body up to full height and I moved clockwise with a long step of my right leg and then as it landed on the ground I swung myself into another spin around the pole with my body at a horizontal angle with the ground and both legs bent behind me, my right leg a little ahead of my left. I landed on my left thigh and quickly picked myself back up and then took two long steps counter clockwise so that I was on the left side. Continuing counterclockwise I jumped into the air, swinging kicking both legs upwards as I made a full revolution and landed upright. I kicked my left leg out, lowering myself as I did so. I did the same with my right leg and found myself lying on the ground. I brought my knees to my chest and stuck my legs into the air, with their toes pointed at the ceiling. I kept my shapely legs straight as I lowered them onto the ground. I rolled over onto my stomach immediately afterwards. I kept my shins and feet stationary as I bent my knees, sliding my torso across the ground as my butt rested on my heels. I snapped my torso back upright and rose to my feet. I took long seductive steps back to the pole and regained my grip on it before immediately jumping into another revolution. My left leg hooked around the pole as I made one and a half revolutions. Once I landed I ran through almost a pull repeat of my routine till I ended on my last move by lowering my body to the floor and hanging my head as the music ended. I waited a beat before grabbing the money that had been strewn on the stage during my performance. Not bad. I thought as I gathered my loot. I blew a few kisses before I left the stage. I didn’t have a whole lot of time to catch my breath before my manager caught me back stage. “Hey rose, a customer asked for a private dance. She asked for you by name… uh your real name.” A she? This type of place doesn’t really receive a whole lot of female customers, certainly none who actually know who I am. My eyes went wide. Oh God! It’s my mom. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God. Thankfully, it wasn’t my mom. Instead it was a girl in her early twenties much like myself, except her hair was darker than mine and she had sparkling emerald eyes. “Rose, huh? Maybe you should have dyed your hair red if you want to use a name like that.” “I use red lipstick.” Was all I replied, I hadn’t taken more than a step into the room as I glared at my “customer”. “And fingernail and toenail polish too. Subtle I guess. Although if you ask my, Nikki is already a stripper name.” “I prefer to use an alias.” The last thing I need is for the same creeps that ogle at me here to find my home address. “What do you want, Miranda?” “I wouldn’t mind a lap dance.” She gave one of her signature half smiles, something she used to let you know that she knew something you didn’t. I sighed, but humored her. By no means did I give her my best effort, but she seem pleased as I went through the motions. “Isn’t your top supposed to be off for this?” My face burned, whether from anger or embarrassment I knew not. “Not for you.” “Come on, Nikki. You wouldn’t want me to tell your manager on you, would you?” I grit my teeth behind pursed lips but I slipped my fingers behind my back and let my bra fall to the floor. “At least you have big boobs.” She smiled as she slid her fingertip across my left breath up to the nipple. “Hands off,” I growled as I fought back the pleasure I got from her touch. She simply raised both hands before here in a mocking gesture before sitting back. She seemed content to watch the show for a while until in the middle of it she fished a ten from her pockets and slipped it between the waist band of my panties. “What is it that you want?” I demanded. This didn’t make sense to me. Miranda definitely wasn’t a lesbian, in fact as long as I’ve known her she didn’t seem to exhibit any sexual attraction at all. She was playing with me, trying to elicit a response from me. “Fine, I guess I should talk. I want you for a little job.” “I don’t do birthday parties.” She gave a little laugh before she elaborated. “Nothing of this sort. Honestly, what I’m asking of you is something you’ve never done. I need you to help me rob a bank.” I stopped dancing and stared at her. Only now did I realize that at some point she had slipped her hands around my waist. I ignored this detail. “What? Are you serious?” “Keep your voice down, and if you would so kindly keep dancing I will explain.” I took a breath but started dancing again, a little more distracted this time of course. “I’ve been scouting out the Vine Street bank for a while now and I have enough information to stage the heist as early as Friday. All you have to do is show up for moral support, help carry some of the money and we can be in and out without a hitch. I’ll cut you thirty percent of the profits. I can’t tell you the exact amount but it will be enough to get you back to school you beautiful mind you.” “B-back to school?” “Isn’t that why strippers become strippers? To pay for school.” She asked, tilting her hair to the side. I met her gaze, her face was unusually calm for someone who had suggested something so crazy. This “job” of hers was beyond dangerous but if anyone could pull it off it would be meticulous Miranda. “Don’t worry-” “I’m not worried!” I replied defensively. “Nikki, you can read everything you are thinking in those baby blues of yours. Besides you are trembling.” I realized she was right and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get my legs to stop shaking. She placed one hand on my shoulder and used the other to raise my face so that our eyes met. “Relax, sweetheart, I have everything planned out. This can be your big chance. With me there is no risk and you know it. So what do you say? Partners?” I nodded my head silently, unable to say anything. This was my chance to get out of this life and I wasn’t going to miss it. Alright, for those of you who remember me I would just like to say "Hi." If you are curious about my absence well, I was going through a dark time. Fortunately, I am better now and more than ready to start writing for this site, again. Aside from this story I am also beginning two other on going stories.

I proudly present my zombie omo-fiction story that is loosely based off of Resolution. http://imgur.com/a/DeOSG#0 (Warning, I wouldn't check it if you are weak stomached. While there is no gore the infected victims aren't exactly pretty) So far I don't have entire plots planned out and I don't want to follow the same ending as Resolution so if you have an suggestions of what you would like to see I'll definitely think about them. Here is the actress I have in mind for Nikki (though I imagine her hair a bit darker) Day 1 Over protective was an understatement when it came to Nikki Stokes’ parents. They were the type of family that had months’ worth of food stored away, including perishable that were cycled out regularly, in case some freak storm hit. They never let their seventeen year old daughter out past nine, even during New Year’s. They wouldn’t even stay up for the New Year. So of course at ten thirty PM December 31st 2013 Nikki sat at the edge of her bed in total darkess. Her long, silky legs dangled off the bed, kicking lightly. Her raven black hair fell in semi-curls to her mid back. A grey nightie covered her torso and little else as she waited in utter silence. Nikki bit her lip lightly as she grew aware of her bladder filling up from dinner. She ignored the trivial need and continued to wait anxiously. Eventually the silence of the house was broken by the sound of her father’s snoring. A smile found its place on Nikki’s face as she stood up and flicked on her lights revealing her room. Her family did fairly well and rested just above middle class. Her large room reflected that. flat screen TV rested on the far wall from her bed, next to it was a folding door that led to her closet filled with clothes she barely got away with wearing. The right wall housed a couple bookshelves full of fantasy and science fiction novels. Next to that was a rack of DVDs ranging from the Titanic to Fast 5. The other wall was lined with a dresser full of skirts, jeans and underwear, a desk with a small spot cleaned off for homework and the rest dedicated to her make-up. Her walls were painted a light pink color and held posters of various interests of hers (movies, rock and pop bands, soccer, etc.) The wall opposite of her bed jutted out along the left wall revealing two doorways, a bathroom and an exit. A large mirror rested next to her closet door and the right wall with a hamper flanking it. Her floor was hardwood and had a single grey rug in front of her bed. The room was perfumed by the subtle scent of apples. Nikki slipped the nightie over her head, revealing black panties with white polka dots and a Pokebra. She tossed her nightie into the wooden hamper. She moved to her oak dressed and ruffled through it before pulling out black skinny jeans. She tossed the pants onto her queen sized mattress’s hot pink comforter and moved to the closet. Nikki quickly selected a red v-neck from the hangers and brown leather belt from the top shelf. She bent down grabbed a pair of black flats with white polka-dots. “Matches my panties.” She said in a soft, alluring tone. She pulled over the V-neck that showed off enough cleavage to be flirty, but not enough her parents would throw it in a pit of fire. Nikki struggled to tug on a pair of skinny jeans. “Pain in the butt.” Nikki muttered as she sat on the edge of her bed and kicked her legs through the pant holes. Once her feet emerged from the jeans she rose to her feet and began to pulled the jeans slowly to her waist. Nikki hopped a few times, tugging on the waist of her jeans until she had it in proper position. She slipped her belt through the loops and buckled the unnecessary accessory. Before Nikki put on her shoes she quickly brushed her hair till it looked good and applied ruby red lipstick and a tiny bit of foundation. Nikki admired her image in her mirror, he lithe but curvy body looked great in that evening’s outfit. Satisfied the teenage girl grabbed a black cardigan and piled a couple pillows under her covers before shutting the lights off and exiting. Nikki crept down the hall in the darkness of night. She checked her smartphone and found it to be a quarter till eleven. “Still have time to make it to the party.” She grinned as she strolled down the hardwood hallway. She froze and tensed as the floorboard creaked. There was a slight hesitation between her dad’s snores but eventually they continued. Nikki gasped for air, not aware that she had been holding her breath. She was fully aware; however, of a growing pressure in her lower abdomen. Nikki lifted her shirt to find her faint four pack growing even less defined than normal. She dropped the hem of her shirt and continued onward with a frown. Nikki finally found herself in front of a large open window that looked out to the side of the house. She slowly slid the window open and stepped out onto the roof’s ledge. Her other leg followed as she steadied herself on the ledge and slid the window shut. “Getting back in is going to suck.” She groaned. Nikki carefully gripped the metal gutter and threw her body off. She dangled several feet above the ground for a few seconds before she let go and landed on the soft, wet grass. The impact sent a jolt to her bladder and Nikki cringed for a moment. Her eyes fell on her smartphone lying on the grass. She rolled her eyes and placed it in her back pocket as deep as the constricting pockets allowed. The raven haired girl took a deep breath and set off for her friend’s party. Nikki shivered in the cool air and hugged her body. The low light cast by the moon and the occasional street lamp gave the world an eerie feel. Then all at once she was shrouded in darkness as the trees in the front yards grew too thick for light to penetrate. Nikki took off in a sprint, partly to get to the party at a decent time, partly to escape the darkness. The sound of her flats slapping the ground was the only thing keeping her busy in an otherwise silent night. Everyone else was probably downtown partying like she was about too. Nikki found herself on the lawn of a large two story house. Loud pop music and flashy lights came from the tan house. Nikki hesitated at the curb and considered returning to her house. “No, I’m not my parents. I won’t live like a recluse.” She decided. Nikki put on a smile and strutted over to the party. The overwhelming scent of greasy fast food, alcohol, pizza, sweat and various deodorants and perfumes bombarded her nose as she pushed open the door. “Smells like bad decisions.” Nikki smirked. “Hey, Nikki!” A blonde teen greeted. “Hey, Mia. Great party you have.” Nikki said as she handed her cardigan to Mia. “Thanks. Got to go out in style, right?” Mia said as she hung up Nikki’s jacket. “Definitely. Hey do you have anything else to drink aside from beer?” Mia laughed. “Yeah, for our less than exciting guests we have soda and sparkling grape juice.” Nikki rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her friend as she went to retrieve a coke. It was at three in the morning when Nikki felt the consequences of three cokes and an entire bottle of sparkling grape juice rush to her bladder. She squirmed on the red couch for a moment before deciding the urge wasn’t going away. Nikki sighed as she rose to her feet, squirming in place. “Maybe I should have went sooner.” She muttered to herself as she danced from foot to foot over to the only bathroom in the house. Of course there was a long line of girls and guys, some in as bad shape as her. A mixture of sleep deprivation and desperation overshadowed the young girls modesty as she crossed her legs and began to squirm behind ten other party-goers. Nikki’s lower abdomen felt like it was housing a bowling ball decorated in porcupine needles. Nikki shoved her hands into her crotch to soothe her tingling urethra as she trembled. Thankfully most guests seemed to utilize the bathroom quickly and Nikki soon found herself third in line for the bathroom; however, she was close to her limit. Nikki doubled over, both hands tucked into her crotch and began to bob her butt. Nikki’s legs crossed so tightly they could crush a can of soda. (No thinking of soda) Nikki winced as sweat began to form on her brow. Nikki shuffled forward, still doubled over, as another guest left the bathroom and was quickly replaced with a dancing guy. Nikki began to squirm and bob and everything she could possibly try to keep herself from soaking her pants with pee. She curled her toes as the boy emerged from the bathroom and was replaced by a girl as erratic as Nikki. Nikki sighed lightly; she was so much closer to relief. A single drop of urine collected in her panties to remind her how close she was to defeat. Nikki tensed up for a moment as she began to breath in rapid shallow breaths. She uncrossed her legs and began to kick her calves back so they made ninety degree angles with her thighs. She continued her awkward dancing as her upper body squirmed and her hands remained tucked away in her crotch. In preparation Nikki undid the button and zipper of her jeans. The loosened waist band brought little relief and she still felt the urine on the verge of escaping. Nikki could practically hear the urine sloshing in around her as if searching for the exit. Her urethra practically burned as it desired to release the pee she so cautiously tried to keep contained. Nikki recrossed her legs as tight as possible. Sweat began to collect on her thighs as if her body was trying to find any means possible to release its excess water. The raven haired girl curled her toes and balled her fists till her knuckles turned white. Nikki kept one fist pressed against her crotch and reluctantly raised the other to knock on the door. Tears welled up in Nikki’s eyes as she rapped on the door. “Please hurry.” She pleaded with a strained voice. She blinked away tears as she could feel the flood of urine seemingly approach the end of her urethra and threaten to escape. “I’m so sorry.” A sobbing voice cried from the other end of the door. A few moments later, before Nikki could reply, a girl emerged from the bathroom in a rush before Nikki could see what was wrong with her. Nonetheless Nikki eagerly entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her. The sight of a toilet sent Nikki into absolute agony. She doubled over further than before and began to shake and bob. She grit her teeth and struggled forward. Nikki paused as she heard her shoe hit water. She glanced down to find herself standing in a puddle of urine. “Oh that’s what took the other girl so long.” She winced as she wished to release her own urine. She shook her head and shuffled over to the toilet, another spurt soaked her panties. Nikki bit her lip in front of the toilet, she could feel the urine beginning to set itself free. She trembled as she struggled to pull her skinny jeans down. Her eyes went wide as she began to feel the urine rush to escape her body. She quickly tugged at her panties and moved into a sitting position. A thick golden stream gushed from her urethra and managed to soak the waistband of her panties before Nikki pulled it away. Hot pee began to cascade into the toilet with a satisfying trickle as it splashed into the toilet water below. Nikki sighed in utter relief and ecstasy as she voided her bladder. Her body immediately began to relax as the trickle grew louder as the flow increased in speed. Her shoulder’s began to sag and the flow slowed before halting altogether. Nikki rested on the toilet seat for a few more seconds before rising to her feet. She pulled her panties to her waist and winced at the dampness of it. Thankfully the damage was minimal and her jeans were free of any wetness. She eased her jeans up before buttoning them and zipping them. Nikki took her times as she washed her hands, completely content with herself now that she was no longer in danger of wetting herself, Finally Nikki emerged from the bathroom to find people leaving in crowds. Mia approached the confused girl and explained the situation. “Some douche was going around biting guests or something. I had to kick everyone out because a few people were actually bleeding.” “Wow, he must have the munchies.” Nikki joked. Mia didn’t look amused. “Whatever, the asshole ruined the party and probably sent a few people to the emergency room. I hope he’s satisfied.” “Maybe he just needed a snicker’s bar.” Nikki shrugged as she retrieved her cardigan. “Maybe. See you later I guess, and be careful; the creep might still be out there.” Mia said as she walked Nikki to the door. “I’ll watch my back.” Nikki smiled and shut the door behind her. Nikki shivered in the cool air. Of course it might have been the thought of some psychopath chewing on people that made her shiver; nonetheless she set off to her house. Nikki continuously rubbed at the back of her waist since her wet panties began to rub against her uncomfortably. (I have bigger things to worry about… like some dude wanting to suck my blood.) Nikki rolled her eyes at the thought. Still, she kept glancing back and forth to make sure no one would jump out and attack her. The night was almost eerily quiet, everyone who stayed up for New Years was now asleep and Nikki was left wondering the silent darkness alone. She shivered again, this time due to fear. Nikki pulled her cardigan tighter over her as she hurried her pace. Each sound sent a pang of fear through her as she rushed to her house. By the time Nikki got to her block she was full on sprinting and only slowed when she reached her lawn where her porch light shone down on her. Nikki cringed at the light. (Great, the parents are up.) She slumped and dragged herself up the porch and through the front door. “Where were you?” Her father demanded before her eyes could adjust. “A party dad.” Nikki sighed. “At this hour young lady?” Her mom asked. “And eleven, and twelve and one and two, but yeah this hour too.” “Very funny. Let’s see how funny you think two weeks of being grounded are.” “What? That’s not fair.” “You could have been killed.” Her father cried. “I could be killed by a jet liner crashing into my room every night. This isn’t a big deal! I just went to Mia’s New Year’s eve party! What’s the big deal? You like Mia.” “It’s not a question of whether we like the girl whose party you sneak out to go to, it’s a question of your safety. You didn’t tell us where you were going you-“ Nikki cut her mother off. “If I told you, you wouldn’t have let me.” “Exactly! You knew you weren’t supposed to go out.” Her mom replied. “Big deal. Of course I can’t go out with my timid parents who are afraid of their own shadows. You don’t even stay up for New Year’s! You just go to sleep early like every night. You are so boring and dull!” Nikki yelled and with that she ran up to her room Nikki’s mom attempted to follow but her father stopped her. “Careful, a jet airliner might crash into her room.” I couldn't let her wet herself the first installment could I? Thanks for reading. Leave feedback, suggestions, critiques or comments below.

So I guess I’m risking a bit here with this title, so first thing first, I have not, nor do I intend to read the perks of being the wallflower or see the movie. Unfortunately I don’t have the time to add that book to my already impressive pile of books I intend to read. With that being said, this story will focus on the daughter of Peter and Mary Jane Parker, May Parker; AKA the Amazing Spider-girl. This isn’t a replacement to my teen titans story, but with the plans for my DC omo-verse being a little grim and dark I wanted to write a comic book story line that focused on the fun side of things. Without further ado, I now present the story of May Parker. May Parker groaned as she roused with her alarm clock. She blinked wearily as she took in her surroundings. Her eyes went wide as she realized the world was upside down, or more accurately she was dangling from the ceiling by her bare feet. She barely had time to register her position before she plummeted onto her mattress below. “Oof!” She groaned as her body bounced to the floor. She rubbed her head as she struggled to her feet. “What the-“ “May? Is everything all right?” A woman’s voice asked from downstairs. Do I tell her? “Peachy keen. Just another lovely Monday morning.” She replied dryly. Guess not. She rolled her eyes as she opened her bathroom door and left the solace of her bedroom for a hot shower. Once the steady flow of hot water began to cascade down her body she let her mind really focus on her wake-up. What the hell was that? I was on the ceiling! Am I a mutant? Oh god, what is this? What am I? The amazing glue girl? The professional Wallflower? What else can I do? Just creep upon walls? I hope that’s not the extent of my freakiness. She was only subconsciously lathering her body with soap as she tried to rationalize her wall crawling. She didn’t manage to make the connection between her wall crawling and her heritage she knew nothing about. Instead she was left wide eyed and dumbstruck as she began to shampoo her hair, her hands were nearly idle as they slowly ran through her shoulder length brown hair. She begun to nibble on the inside of her cheek as she contemplated seeing a doctor for an explanation, or her parents. She ran the thought through her head of her parents turning on her for being a freak. What if they were scared of her? Their little freak who should just stay upstairs and pretend not to exist. She shivered at the thought of being enstranged from her parents if they found out about her morning activities. No! It only happened once. She tried to shake that thought from her head. Only happened once? It still happened! I was on the ceiling! “May!” Her mother called, slightly anxious. “You’re gonna be late.” Her mother announced as-matter-a-factly. “Ok.” She sighed, a feeling of hopeless desperation began to fill her. She quickly rinsed the remaining shampoo suds from her hair before emerging into the steamy bathroom. She shivered again, despite the humidity of the room. She bit her lip and considered calling off sick, but what would that help. It’s not like I’m going to climb walls in class against my will. She reassured herself as she dried off and wrapped her body in a towel and emerged into her bed room. She dragged herself through her morning ritual of pulling on her clothes. She barely noticed she was actually dressing until she noticed that she was in her matching hot pink bra and panties. She blinked, startled at her subconscious movements. Let’s hope I don’t subconsciously decide to scale the classroom walls. She smirked slightly as she pulled a white cotton t-shirt over her head. She followed her shirt with a pair of cigarette jeans. She strained to pull the skin tight denim over her lithe legs, annoyed at the pain of fashion. She rolled her eyes after she buttoned and zipped her jeans up and added a stylish belt to the ensemble before she began to slip on a pair of socks and grey vans. She sighed as she decided that she was finally ready for breakfast, which consisted of bacon and eggs. She was brushing her teeth as fast and thoroughly as possible so she could still catch the bus. “Unggh!” She grunted as she felt her gums start to bleed from the force of her brush. She quickly rinsed the paste from her mouth and rushed to catch the bus, making sure to snatch up her backpack on the way out of the house. She literally just got to the bus stop as the yellow “hearse” screeched to a halt. “Perfect timing.” She muttered as she jogged up the steps of the bus and took her seat near the back, alone. She quickly ran through the possible reasons she woke up dangling from the ceiling. What if it was a dream? The miracle explanation! It could all be just a simple, over active imagination. A simple dream. Of course she knew it wasn’t true, but it was a helpful thought for a few seconds. If only it was that simple. She leaned against the cool window pain and gazed out at the passing scenery, trying to calm herself down. She sighed as she saw Midtown High grow larger as the bus approached its destination until it screeched to a halt outside of the building where all fun went to die. She groaned and dragged herself out of the bus and made her way into the main building. She forced the thought of her dangling from the ceiling away from her mind as she decided to focus on school. It wasn’t until her last class of the day that the realization that she had never used the bathroom amidst the chaos of her morning antics had dawned upon her. She blushed as she crossed legs by the ankles beneath her desk. She bit the inside of her lips and gave a weak smile to anyone who may be looking. She jotted down the last of the notes before putting her stuff away. “Class isn’t over Ms. Parker, don’t put your things away until you hear the dismissal bell.” The elderly female teacher dictated. “Of course.” May muttered as she dropped her notebook and text book atop her desk with exaggerated hand movement and leaned back in her chair. Her eyes drifted to the clock as she considered asking to use the bathroom. No, Mrs. Hobbs will think it’s just some ploy to get out of school early. She made an unpleasant face as she decided to lean forward, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure in her abdomen. She struggled to keep her hands from grasping her crotch area. She curled her toes as she took note that she had five minutes until the end of class. So close. She practiced balling and unballing her fists. She felt her hands grow sweaty as she furrowed her brow, pressing her thighs tighter together. She bit her lip lightly as she watched the second hand tick away ever so slowly. Never again! She promised herself again. She shifted her weight again, leaning back in the seat to distract her from what felt like a cannon ball resting in her stomach. Her usually flat stomach bulged slighty from beneath her t-shirt as her bladder expanded to fit in the extra urine. She grit her teeth tried to sit up straight seem normal. Her breathing rate increased as she struggled to contain her urine. She felt seat begin to form on her brow and her thighs as she fidgeted ever so slightly. She curled her toes more as she felt her urethra tingle as if the urine was just behind the urethra opening, waiting to burst out. Her legs began to tremble from the strain of holding. Her bladder felt like it was being prodded by a dagger. Relief felt so close! Oh God! How she wanted to just void her bladder and lose the feeling of desperation. She began to swivel in her seat as she fought to keep herself from wetting her pants. She switched to rocking back and forth instead, waiting for the sweet relief the bell would eventually bring. Her hands began to tremble along with her legs as she tapped her fingers along her thigh. She knew how much easier it would be just to hold herself but it would be so embarrassing. Not that it already wasn’t apparent that she needed to pee, but that act would without a doubt prove she wasn’t mature enough to use the bathroom like a normal fifteen year old girl. She was shocked to hear the shrill cry of victory the dismissal bell rang with. She felt a single drop of golden urine collect in her panties: a small consolation for freedom. She struggled to shove her supplies into her back pack with shaking hands. She quickly scooped up her bag and rushed to her locker to switch out text books before heading to her house. It was at her locker that she found her first obstacle. She was placing her literature text book into her bag when it clung to the surface of her hand. This is not happening! She shook her hand within her bag to get it to fall off, which resulted in knocking her bag over and spilling its contents. Not now! She groaned as she shoved everything she could back into the bag and pulled the strap over her shoulder as she kicked her locker shut and jogged to her bus. She found the crowd of people blocking her from the doorway seemed to be all dragging their feet way to slowly. She grit her teeth as she shoved her way through the crowd, desperate to get to the bus. As if to prove a point her urethra panged. She winced as she felt the urine slosh around in her bladder as she finally emerged outside of the school. She didn’t take long to admire her victory and instead made a beeline to her bus. She silently took her seat and set the bag on her lap, glad to have the weight pressing against her urethra. She tensed up as she waited for the bus to make its route to her house, and less importantly, everyone else’s. She bounced her legs, thankful to be so isolated in the back of her bus. She grasped the bag by the sides and pressed it further against her lap in hopes it would ease the pressure. She winced as a wave of desperation ran through her body. She curled her toes once more and increased her grip on the bag until her knuckles turned white. She scissorred her legs as she doors to the bus shut and it began to depart from the school. She sighed with slight relief as she watched the school slowly shrink out of sight as the bus crawled towards her house. She began to alternate between bouncing her legs and scissoring her thighs while keeping her ankles crossed in an attempt to contain herself. Her bag remained pressed tightly against her lap. She felt another wave of desperation cause her body to tremble. Another bead of urine fell captive to her panties. She winced and crossed her legs tightly, she began to fidget as she bus drew closer to her stop. She started to tap the one foot still in contact with the ground as she grit her teeth. So Close. She reminded herself. With all the pressure of not wetting herself she had once again forgotten about her wall crawling abilities. She whimpered as she felt yet another wave of desperation. She shuddered but managed to keep from wetting herself. She tapped her fingers along her bag as the bus slowed to a halt at her stop. So Close! She quickly rose to her feet, which resulted in her needing to double over to keep from wetting herself. No sudden movement! She slowly straightened herself out and swung her bag over her shoulder before strolling out of the bus and onto the curb of the street. Soon the bus was driving away and all that was separating her from her home was a block of houses. She started off by slowly hobbling towards her house when yet another wave of desperation sent her doubling over. She felt a spurt of urine force itself out. She winced as she saw a tiny spec show up on her crotch. No, No, no, no! Forgoing her previous decision not to make any sudden movements she decided to sprint the rest of the block. She moved faster than she ever had before, making it to her house within fifteen seconds. She glanced at her crotch to see a half dollar sized stain on her crotch. “No!” She howled as she drew her key from her pocket, shoving her free hand into her crotch as she struggled to fit the key in the lock. After a few failed attempts she paced around the door briefly before returning her efforts on the lock. Soon she managed to enter her own house. She tried to shove her key back in her pocket but it was futile, yet another object clinging to her hand. She rolled her eyes and decided to ignore the key. She shoved her free hand into her crotch and sprinted to her bedroom bathroom. Somewhere along the way the key fell free of her hand. She ignored the minor victory as she clambered the steps and turned down the hall to her bedroom, prying open the door and letting it hang open. Another wave of desperation and she nearly lost her urine. She fought to hobble over to her bathroom door, losing the adrenaline as she began to succumb to the desperation. She winced as she opened the bathroom door and dragged herself into the room. She found her hand stuck tight to the doorknob. “No!” She was so close to the toilet, but the door knob kept her from ever reaching it. She grunted as she fought to break free of the doorway, she jostled the knob and crossed her legs as she shook and trembled. She felt herself begin to leak into her jeans. The wet patch on the crotch began to increase until it became the size of a coaster. She felt droplets of urine slowly trail down her legs. Seeing the toilet so close seemed to increase her desperation as she finally managed to pull free of the knob and shut the door. Next the fumbled to undo the belt and rather than simply loosen it she tore it from her waist as she found it another object clinging to her flesh. “Not now.” She flailed her hand and tried to pry it free with her free hand only to find it stuck to the belt. She fought to release the stupid strip of leather as she felt her bladder begin to fail. Hot pee slowly began to slip through her urethra into he panties. It instantly soaked the fabric of her underwear. She bit the belt and tried to yank it from her hands with her teeth, completely ignoring the fact that she had already begun to soak her pants. The flow began to increase as golden rivulets of hot pee began to cascade down her shapely thighs as the fabric of her skin tight jeans began to glisten and darking as the liquid soaked the fabric before it drizzled below her where it splattered against the ground of her bathroom, forming a puddle of golden pee. She shuddered as more pee began to gush from her urethra and completely soak her jeans and her silky legs. She finally broke one hand free of the belt, which sent her off balance and fumbling towards the ground. She reached out to grab something and caught hold of the shower curtain. The curtain rob broke free and she and the curtain fell to the ground. Her hand quickly became tangled in the plastic curtain which it stuck tightly too. She gave up fighting and just sat on the floor sobbing as urine forced its way out of her body and rolled down her crotch area soaking the butt of her pants and began to form a ever expanding puddle of pee. A half hour later her mother returned to find May still stuck to the belt and shower curtain sitting in a large puddle or urine. “Oh honey!” Mary Jane cried as she instantly rushed to comfort her daughter, the future spider-girl. https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT8jYvV-wGRQzAoWpOusR-yxDdpPJgjJjw9VMDO7Au-cT7qpmuPUg That ^ is essentially who I modeled May Parker after. The girl is a youtube singer in a band, and I believe she is about eighteen. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the first installment. I won't continue this consistently but I hope you bear with me and enjoy the story:) As always, leave any comments, cristism or feedback below :) I do take suggestions to heart so feel free to help me become a better writer, or inspire me on what I should add in the next or upcoming chapters.