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Hey there! I'm new to the site, but wanted to find more places to post my fiction after the whole Patreon situation happened, so here I am! ... The hacker sat cross legged on her floor, leaning against her bed for a bit of support. She’d bought an expensive gaming chair–the kind that was ninety percent of the way to being a carseat, it just needed the harness–but it was several feet away, and she’d already been on the ground, moving a box beneath her bed when the shipping notification pinged. With her laptop in reach and her focus engaged, she’d gotten to work right where she sat. Her back would protest, but that was a problem for later. Nor did it matter that it was just past dawn, that she’d been up all night, that sleep would have to wait for hours once this began. She had her game, and that’s what mattered in the moment. Elizabeth Sullivan did not consider herself a hero, but that’s how she branded herself, and to the few who knew her screen name, ‘Little Cricket’, it’s how she was to be treated. She didn’t consider herself a grown-up either, but that’s how her documents read–and as far as the government was concerned, it’s how she was to be treated. Shifting a bit, she noted absently how her diaper squelched–she’d saturated it heavily enough to justify a change, and she needed to poop. Strictly speaking, she preferred to keep that contained to the toilet, but she was in the middle of a project, her thoughts were laser focused, and she didn’t want to kill all her momentum by getting up to change and use the toilet. It’d just have to last a little longer. Tabbing through her notifications, she read data, soaking it in like a diaper absorbed moisture. She knew the patterns, she recognized information before she’d read it, and only needed to glance at what was written to confirm her gut feelings. The internet had existed for forty years, and for twenty, it’d been a tool used by more than half the world’s population. Elizabeth didn’t understand how so-called adults could be so incompetent in its use, so lax and lazy when it came to security. It’s like they wanted her to beat them. Her current target had fallen for a trivially simple linkswap scam to get his passwords, and from there, the rest of his downfall had been easy. A few tricks to bypass two factor authentication, a couple more to get into his financials. By most estimations, he was some flavor of asshole–he’d made his money scamming people into buying useless assets, the lazy kind of fraud that didn’t even take creativity. Elizabeth didn’t particularly care what he’d done. She’d long since learned, however, that if she targeted vulnerable victims, she’d be condemned, she might even end up in trouble with the law. When she went after criminal con men, though, everything became permissible. Leaning forward, she grunted almost without thinking, the seat of her diaper swelling a bit while she took control of her victim’s computer. She’d already decided on the game she wanted to play, now she just needed her participant. “Hello, piggy,” she said. Her voice was modulated, a bit–not to hide her identity, though, it wasn’t as though anyone would be able to track her down. She rarely left her condo, and few people knew what she sounded like. Rather, she distorted her words to make her targets uncomfortable. The man in front of her flinched–of course he did. A voice from nowhere had just addressed him, when he was alone, in private, working from his home office. In a work-from-home world, high-def webcams had become standard, which made her games all the easier. “What the hell?” he asked, setting down his morning coffee. He hadn’t even gotten to work yet. “Who said that?” Elizabeth gloried in the moment for as long as she could–watching her target’s surprise, the shock, all displayed in crisp HD from his webcam. Soon would be the horror and the realization. The sweet moments of early victory, while he still had enough dignity to show humiliation. “I did, piggy,” Elizabeth said. For emphasis, she moved a mouse on her computer screen, and the motion was mirrored on his own display. “Don’t close your computer. I’m in your wallet, I own your assets, and if you disobey me, you’ll find out just how quickly I can take it all away.” She wouldn’t actually take it all away. Others had disobeyed her before, after all, and if she actually followed through on her threat, it ruined the game. She’d take their money, but who cared about money? She wanted more than that. So, if he disobeyed, she’d only take half. Let him see the notification on his phone, learn what he’d lost, and frantically come back to beg. That was, in its own way, almost more fun than when her days went off without a hitch. “I don’t know how you’re doing this,” he said, “But I don’t believe you.” “Then let’s give you some proof, piggy,” Elizabeth said. She was rubbing the name in thick, but she wanted it to be clear that this was his name, at least while she spoke to him. Moving her mouse again, she opened his digital wallet, displaying the various cryptocurrencies he’d acquired. Selecting one at random, she sent it to an anonymous holding wallet with just a few keystrokes. It didn’t matter where it’d gone, the point was that her Piggy no longer had it. The digital equivalent of several thousand dollars, gone in a flash. He still had millions, but he’d gained it recently, and the psychological impact of the dollars lost still hit him plenty hard. His eyes went huge, like she’d just shoved him down on the playground and taken his lunch money. Perfect. “What the fuck–okay. Stop. What do you want? Money?” “If I wanted money, I’d already have taken it,” Elizabeth pointed out. “No, piggy, I want something more. You’ve hurt people to get this money, you’re a pig. You need to learn a lesson.” He swallowed. It was clear she could follow up on her threats easily enough–one wrong word, and she’d drain his accounts. His delicious fear sang when he asked, “What lesson?” “What you really are,” Elizabeth explained. “You’ve got a package in front of your door. I know how long it takes you to go from the computer to your porch. Go get the package, and return immediately–every second you dally, I’ll delete another coin.” He nodded, shook his head, and stared at his computer screen a little longer. “Okay. Okay. I’ll do it, just–” “The timer’s started, piggy boy,” Elizabeth’s tone was sing-song, and just for emphasis, she called up a stopwatch on his screen. Her target jumped to attention, scrambling out of the room. Good–if she kept pressure on him, he wouldn’t have time to think or come up with any bright ideas. She doubted he had the intellectual capacity to come up with bright ideas regardless, and even if he did, they wouldn’t be bright enough to beat her. Even still, she kept the pressure on. She’d win, no matter what, but she preferred to have full control of the game. He returned a minute later, holding a medium sized duffel bag. “Okay,” he said, taking shallow breaths. “I have the package–please don’t take anything else.” “We’ll see,” Elizabeth promised. “All I will promise is that after we’re done, you’ll never hear from me again. If your accounts remain full, that’s all well and good. If not…well, good luck getting it back, because I won’t be available to hear your begging.” He swallowed, looking between his computer and the duffel. “What are you going to do?” “Inside the duffel, there’s some water bottles, a bit of food, and an outfit,” Elizabeth explained. “Take off all of your clothes and put on the outfit. Is that understood?” Instant shock. Of course, it’s what she expected–nobody liked getting naked on camera. “What? No!” Another coin vanished with a big, dramatic notification bubble. “Oh dear,” she said, trying to pump sarcasm into her tone so that it’d come through even with the artificial processing. “You can turn your back–I don’t care about seeing your dick. Just get dressed.” That deflated his protests, and he looked again at the duffel, reluctance and greed battling in his head. She was so focused on the game that she’d lost all sense of her surroundings. She was a part of her laptop, and the vague smell permeating her bedroom, wafting off her diaper, may as well not have existed. If she leaked, she leaked, she had victory to enjoy. Defeated, her piggy unzipped the duffel, peering inside for a long moment in uncomprehension. Only after staring did he say, “No, I–I mean–please, don’t take anything. I’ll do it.” Elizabeth could have jumped for joy, if that hadn’t meant actually moving her body, taking her attention off the display and keyboard in her lap. The outfit wasn’t elaborate–just three elements–but she’d selected it with precision. Sometimes, less was more, and this was absolutely one of those instances. She genuinely couldn’t care less about his nudity, but she still watched him strip with glee, staring not at his body but at his face. The humiliation, the fear, she drank it in until she felt intoxicated. Then came the real prize–the awkward, uncertain embarrassment that came whenever she made someone put a diaper on for the first time since before they could remember. Inevitably, they always got something wrong, and she got to giggle as they worked to correct their mistakes. Her piggy laid down on his back, fumbling with the diaper. He first put it on upside down, then had to flip it, lifting his hips to slide it in place. While he did, little sounds kept escaping him–squeaks of embarrassment that he didn’t even seem to be aware of. Elizabeth’s grin just grew, seeing how his cheeks turned pink when he stuck down the tapes, sealing himself into a puffy white diaper that clung to him like a pillowy target. “And the rest,” Elizabeth said. “A diaper alone does not a piggy make.” Meekly, already halfway to being broken, her target reached for the bright pink onesie. It was mostly uniform in color, but had one bit of special decoration–a short, curled tail on the backside. He’d feel it, just a bit, when he sat down, just as she wanted. He wriggled to get into it, not understanding how the crotch buttons worked, instead stepping into it like a swimsuit and shimmying his legs into the outfit from the top, doing the shoulder snaps instead. Only one thing was left–a halloween costume pig nose, one that’d hold over his face with elastic straps. It’d be uncomfortable, and that’s what she wanted. Discomfort. A constant reminder that he was just a little piggy, with a little piggy nose. He pulled it over his face, transformation complete. Or, well–almost complete. He looked the part. Now he had to go through his training. “Alright, piggy,” Elizabeth said. “Sit down on the floor, criss-cross applesauce.” He obeyed. It meant he had to look up at his desk to see the computer screen. It also meant his posture and pose matched hers, except that he looked up at her, and she looked down at him. “I’m going to play a video for you, and it’s going to ask some questions. Every question you answer correctly, nothing will happen. Every question you answer incorrectly, I take your money away. Do you understand?” Of course he understood–and if he didn’t, she’d still start the video, just to see him struggle and try to learn by trial and error. Still, he nodded. “I won’t lie.” He’d jumped to conclusions about the question, but that just meant he’d be surprised when she showed him his video. “Please. Just don’t take anything else.” “I know you only care about your money, and I’m not lying either,” she assured him. “But this isn’t an interrogation. Consider it more…a knowledge test. If you get hungry or thirsty, or need to take a break, you can have the food in the bag. There are points in the test where you’ll have a few moments to do so. But, and this is important: Until the test is over, you won’t sit up, leave, or turn off your computer. Any of those actions count as a forfeit.” He understood the implied point, anxiety weighing down on his shoulders. “How long will this take?” “I hope you didn’t have evening plans,” she replied. He was a couple time zones ahead of her, but it still wasn’t past nine in the morning yet. “What if I need to use the bathroom?” he asked. Elizabeth didn’t feel the need to properly answer. “If you’re that dumb, piggy, I worry you’re going to fail this test. I’m starting the video now. Pay attention.” He’d already known, somewhere down in his subconscious, but the dawning moment of realization as he was no longer able to pretend still sang to her heart. Knowing, without a doubt, that he’d have to use the diaper he put on was triumphant to Elizabeth. In truth, the test was not really one of knowledge. It didn’t matter how much he knew, any toddler could answer correctly–but the questions would come fast, and they’d demand focus. He’d have to follow along for hours. Queuing it up, the cartoon began to play. A woman in colorful coveralls stood in front of a barn, and a cheerful tune began to play, simple guitar strums. “So many animals on the farm, so many sounds heard on the farm, all the animals make sounds on the farm, can you name the sounds on the animal farm?” Her piggy’s brow furrowed for a moment, confused. “I don’t–what is this?” Elizabeth didn’t reply, and the video continued. “What noise does the cow make on the farm?” He didn’t say anything. Grinning, Elizabeth removed a coin from his wallet, taking thousands of dollars away right for him to see. The song continued. “What noise does the cow make on the farm?” His eyes just widened. “What the hell?” This time, Elizabeth said, “Tsk, that’s wrong,” as she removed another coin, another couple thousand dollars in speculative value. “What noise does the cow make on the farm?” This time he got it, and finally, tentatively said, “Moo?” Elizabeth laughed, and the rest of his wallet stayed firmly place. “So many cows moo on the farm. What noise does the chicken make on the farm?” He got it, and this time, answered immediately. “Cluck.” “What noise does the chicken make on the farm?” “Cluck.” “What noise does the chicken make on the farm?” “Cluck.” “So many chickens cluck on the farm.” Elizabeth was satisfied–he’d understood, and now, all that was left was to wait and enjoy the torture. The song moved forward–next to the dog. “Woof.” Then to the cat. “Meow.” Then to her second favorite moment–the pig. “Oink.” And, finally, the crescendo of the song, where the singer asked, “What noise do you make on the farm?” Her target didn’t get it. “Um…hello? Human sound? I don’t know.” A coin vanished, and his anguish at financial loss was hilarious and cathartic. She’d picked an expensive one, too: He’d lost more than ten thousand dollars for that one little mistake. “What noise do you make on the farm?” “This is–there’s no sound for a person!” he objected, furious and near tears as she removed another coin–though, this time, she was generous and only cost him the price of a shitty car. “Think about it a little longer,” she replied, pointedly avoiding his new moniker. “What noise do you make on the farm?” Finally, with a dawning moment of humiliation, he got it. “Oink.” Success. No loss for him, as the song jingle finished its loop. “Good piggy,” Elizabeth praised. “Now, let’s see how well you learned.” The song began again, playing through the chorus–the twenty second period he’d get every repetition to drink, or to try and eat some of the food in the bag. She looked forward to that–watching him gawk as he realized she’s left him no utensils, that all the food was chosen to be as messy as possible. Would he try to lick the pudding cups out with his tongue and get it all over his face, or scoop it out with his fingers and dirty his hands? She’d even done tests with the canned spaghetti–when cold, it was slightly thick, and would come out in globs. If he tried to drink it from the can, it’d inevitably end up all over his face, and I’d get to enjoy his mollified reaction as he spilled red sauce and soggy noodles all over his piggy onesie. The song itself was only a couple minutes long, but that was fine–the repetition added to the torture. He’d have to listen to it a few hundred times before she let him off the hook–in fact, she had set it up to play on a loop until she told it to stop, and she wouldn’t be doing that until he’d leaked through his diapers and filled up the seat at least as much as she had that morning. She wanted him to really get the pig pen experience before it came to an end, after all. She could have gotten up then, letting the audio play in the background to ensure that the piggy didn’t get his answers wrong. She kept watching, though, enjoying her private performance as he enthusiastically called out the barnyard animal sounds loud and clear for fear that if he mumbled she’d take more money away. This wasn’t about justice, or punishment, or even revenge. Her target was an asshole, but that’d been the excuse to pick him as her victim, not her motivation. This was just about fun. ... 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View File how did u get into wetting ?(96) what kick started u into omorashi?school/party/girlfriend/scoolbully/online mistress/your crush/or did u get blackmailed ? Submitter robster67 Submitted 07/31/2023 Category Female  

This is the first commission I've ever done from Baom. I was really nervous working with characters I knew nothing about for the first time. Hope you enjoy! “Man, today was killer,” Yuzu Aihara said, stifling a yawn as she stretched her arms behind her back and slipped her shoes off at the front entrance of her home. However, she didn’t make it more than a few feet before a pang rang out in her stomach. “Oooh, not again,” the blonde-haired girl whined. Her stomach had been bloated and in pain for more than a few days, constipated and unable to relieve herself properly. The stress of her upcoming exam was putting an undue burden on her bowels, which only served to stress her out even more. She quickly shuffled her way to the bathroom and lowered her panties as she sat on the toilet. With a very unladylike grunt she pushed her sphincter muscles as hard as she could, but her body was unrelenting in keeping her anus sealed shut. “Ugh, come on!” the gal screamed, frustrated with her lack of relief. “Screw this, I’m gonna fix this once and for all.” Yuzu pulled up her panties and begrudgingly walked to the kitchen, searching the cabinets for herbal remedies to her problem. In the far back corner, Yuzu was able to see a bag of senna and chamomile tea. She grabbed it and set it on the counter before exclaiming, “That’s it!” “What’s ‘it’?” “Ah!” Yuzu jumped in surprise at the unexpected question. She turned around and was confronted with the face of her younger stepsister, Mei Aihara. “Is something the matter?” Mei peeked over her sister’s shoulder, connecting the dots in her head as she made eye contact with the herbal tea. “N-none of your business!” Yuzu outburst, her blush not doing any favors in hiding her predicament. A small giggle left Mei’s mouth before she made her leave, saying, “Try not to stink up the bathroom too much.” “S-shut up!” As the younger sister left the room, Yuzu returned to the literal issue pressing her. After taking a few minutes to brew the tea, she sauntered with it to her bedroom, taking small sips as she made her way to her bed. “Eck, not really good in the taste department,” she complained as she sat on her bed, staring into her glass. “Well, if it’ll help, I guess I shouldn’t complain. Bottoms up!” In one motion, Yuzu downed her entire drink, gulping the warm liquid down. “Fwah,” she hummed in satisfaction, setting her empty glass on the nightstand next to her. A short moment after, her stomach rumbled but showed no desire to use the bathroom. “I suppose it’ll take a while to start working,” the spirited girl thought aloud, slightly disappointed with the lack of immediate results. The chamomile was working quickly however, beckoning the girl to close her eyes. “Well, I have been studying pretty hard. I think I’ve deserved a short nap.” Yuzu laid on her bed, rubbing her stomach gently until the tea would pull her out of consciousness. “Oh crap!” Yuzu sat straight up in her bed. Her stomach churned violently and growled loudly, indicating to the girl that she needed to get to the toilet fast. The desperate girl flew out of bed and scurried to the bathroom. “Gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop,” she kept repeating to herself as she made it to the restroom door. In her urgent rush, she clumsily fumbled with the doorknob for a handful of seconds before swinging the door open. A small amount of poop had suddenly burst into her panties, eliciting a yelp from the teenager. “Oh no! I’m almost there! Please!” Yuzu pleaded with herself. She sat down on the toilet for the second time today, barely managing to slide her slightly soiled panties down to her knees before a torrential flood of brown mush jetted out of her into the awaiting bowl. “S-shit,” Yuzu cursed as she succumbed to her body’s desire, an indescribable pleasure, almost erotic in nature, washed over her. Multiple grunts and moans escaped her mouth as she drained herself of half a week’s worth of waste, the bathroom filled to the brim with an unholy sound and unbearable stench. But none of that mattered right now. Yuzu let herself fall completely into the moment, a personal satisfaction she had been longing for for several days. Eventually, everything grew quiet, and Yuzu let out one final sigh of relief. “Wow, that… that was amazing,” she said out loud between exhausted breaths. However, as she looked down at her underwear, she became confused, namely at the undergarments she was wearing. “Huh? I didn’t wear a thong today, did I?” “Yuzu…,” a voice faintly called out in the distance. “Wha- what?” Yuzu said in surprise, looking around the otherwise empty bathroom for the origin of the voice. “Yuzu,” the voice called again, slightly louder. This time, she could make out that it was a woman’s voice, but not explicitly who. “What’s going on?” The blonde-haired girl was slowly becoming self-aware as she continued to scan the room. Eventually she felt a weird feeling against her bottom, soft, warm, and slightly wet. “Yuzu!” The voice yelled at her this time, making it clear who it was. “Mei?! I don’t understand! What’s going on?” A small fear was developing in Yuzu’s chest. Unsure what to do, she looked down at her underwear again, but instead of the thong she had been wearing only moments ago, a different garment had taken its place. Something white and thick, almost like a… “YUZU!” “NOOOOOOO!” Yuzu screamed as she jolted awake, her body moving to an almost upright seated position. The girl immediately to her right was taken aback by the sudden movement. “Woah, talk about a bad dream,” Mei said. “Mei?” Yuzu stared her sister in the eyes, her confusion only growing as a result. “What are you doing here?” “There was an ungodly stench coming from your room. I was calling your name to stop you from making a complete mess of yourself.” The stern sister pointed at Yuzu’s crotch before saying, “It would seem I was too late for that.” “Huh? What do you mean?” The slightly groggy girl followed Mei’s finger downwards, and the sight awaiting her was even more horrifying than her nightmare had managed. Massive piles of brown mush leaking out of her orange panties and onto her school uniform and bed. Large globs of feces she had been holding for half a week had her flanked on all sides. She had pooped herself in her sleep. Disgust and embarrassment crept onto Yuzu’s face, her current predicament sinking in. Not only had she unknowingly filled her panties like a child, she also willingly sat up in it and let it fester around her butt, oblivious that such a humiliating feat had occurred. What’s worse, her sister was watching the entire time. “Smile.” “Wha-,” Yuzu looked at her sister just in time to be met with a flash. She blinked instinctively, but when she opened her eyes, her heart dropped. “That’ll be a good one for the photo album,” Mei giggled to herself as she put her phone in her pocket. “M-Mei!” Yuzu outburst in surprise, launching herself off the bed to confront her sister. She instantly regretted doing so, however, as gravity was quick to push her waste downwards, the bottom of her vagina meeting the heavy load that was behind her. A shiver traveled down her spine, but she regained her composure to chastise her sister. “Why did you take a picture?!” “I wanted to. You looked cute being embarrassed like that,” the younger sister said with little remorse. “Well, delete it! Now!” Yuzu reached for Mei’s pocket but wasn’t fast enough as Mei took a few steps back and wagged her finger. “I don’t think so,” she said, a devilish smile creeping onto her face. “You’re so adorable here. I’m sure everyone at school would agree.” Yuzu’s will to fight back diminished at those words. “Y-you don’t mean... y-you wouldn’t do something like that, r-right?” The girl in soiled panties was sweating bullets as she stammered through her question. “Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t,” Mei said, tilting her head to the right before continuing, “it would depend on how obedient you are.” “Y-y-you’re blackmailing me?” The sheer thought made Yuzu dizzy, almost falling backwards onto her dirty behind before catching herself. “Think of it like enforcing a punishment,” Mei joked. “I won’t tell anyone about your ‘accident’, the picture goes nowhere, but I get to ‘punish’ you for being a bad girl who pooped her panties like a baby.” “That is blackmail!” Yuzu retorted. “Don’t care,” Mei said coldly before she gave the order, “On your hands and knees.” “B-but…,” the slightly older girl whined before complying to her sister’s instructions. As she got into position, Mei yanked her skirt off, causing Yuzu to stiffen. “Legs up.” “O-okay,” Yuzu whimpered, raising her feet so her skirt could be fully removed. For a moment, nothing happened, leaving Yuzu in anticipation. However, that all changed when a stinging pain spread across her left butt cheek. “Hey! What are yo- AH!” The embarrassed girl was interrupted mid-sentence by swat to the other side of her posterior. “No talking.” Mei warned. A flurry of spanking followed in quick succession. Various whimpers and cries escaped from Yuzu’s mouth as she endured her punishment. Her bottom grew as red as her face as she endured relentless blows from her sister’s hand. “This sucks… It hurts…” Yuzu thought to herself. Despite this, her body was betraying her as her panties started to dampen in the front. This detail would not go unnoticed by Mei, causing her to stop spanking and lean into her stepsister’s ear. “My, my, it seems like someone is naughtier than I thought,” Mei whispered seductively into her sister’s ear. “It seems like even more punishment is in order.” Yuzu reflexively prepared herself to be spanked again, but was instead met with Mei’s left hand grazing her lower lips through her panties while the other rested gently on the bulge protruding from the back. “H-huh?” Yuzu asked in shock. “Shhh,” Mei hushed her sister as she started rubbing Yuzu’s crotch in a circular moan, eliciting a low moan from her. “Mmmm… Eep!” Yuzu squealed as she felt the mound of poop in her underwear be pressed against her, filling the entire surface area of her butt crack. Erotic sensations she’d never felt before captured her mind. The confused and horny girl was torn between complaining and letting her sister take complete control of her. This didn’t last long, however, as Mei pinched her clit, forcing her to succumb in pleasure to her blackmailer’s will. “That felt good, didn’t it?” Mei teased. “Mmmm…,” Yuzu moaned in acknowledgement. Her breaths grew heavy as she neared her climax. That is, until Mei stopped. “Hmph,” Yuzu groaned subconsciously, upset with her orgasm being denied. “W-wanna cum…,” she muttered under her breath. “Hm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” “I wanna cum…” Yuzu admitted. “Beg for it,” Mei demanded as she pulled her phone out and started recording. Yuzu could see her sister’s actions behind her shoulder and scoffed. However, her body was screaming for release, and at this point she could hardly care about the accident in her underwear or any blackmail material associated with it. “P-please, make me cum,” Yuzu pleaded. “Say you’re a naughty girl who like to poop her pants,” Mei demanded again as she began to roughly rub Yuzu’s clitoris. “I.. I-I’m a naughty girl…,” the blonde-haired girl said weakly. “Louder,” Mei interrupted. “I’m a naughty g-girl and I like to p-poop my panties!” Yuzu exclaimed as Mei’s hand drove her to the most explosive orgasm of her life, her posture giving out as she collapsed on the floor. Mei slowly crawled next to her sister and spooned her from behind, neither of them saying anything as they fell asleep together on the wooden floor. A week had passed since Yuzu’s fateful accident, and Mei kept true to her word of telling no one. That having been said, the dynamic between the two of them radically shifted to something more perverted. “How did the exam go?” Mei asked. “Aced it, of course! Top in the class!” Yuzu boasted proudly before meekly looking at the floor, clenching her fists and making soft grunts. “Um, you promised if I got good marks… ugh… you would ‘punish’ me again...” “Of course,” Mei said with a smile. “Do you need to be punished?” “I do,” Yuzu said with a blush. She turned around and lifted her skirt up, revealing a hefty bulge weighing down her panties. Both girls felt butterflies in their stomach as Mei’s smile grew more perverted. “Good girl.”

New story! The next one will be the last story for Hololive Gen0. I plan on changing topics for a little while to focus on some independent Vtubers. Please look forward to future works! “Ahhhh, so disgusting…” A faint hissing sound resounded in a small room. At its source was a young idol, void of any clothes except her headset and the diaper she was currently urinating in. Both her hands were occupied, equally pleasuring her breast and her privates. The smell of pee and the warmth cascading her hand only served to further gross her out. What’s worse, she was starting to feel tight in her stomach, likely as a result of the laxative she took beforehand. She cursed under her breath, lamenting how she ended up in this situation. If only she had been more careful back then, none of this would’ve happened. “Gotta pee…” Hoshimachi Suisei awkwardly pranced, one hand between her thighs as she got off the train. Dance practice went on far longer than she intended, and she tried to avoid public toilets whenever possible. However, on the train back to Shibuya Station, she was quick to learn she had made an error in judgement. The blue-haired girl could already feel spurts start to leak out into her matching panties. She knew she couldn’t make it home in time, let alone the next few minutes. In a last-ditch effort, she sprinted through the crossing into an alleyway behind some office buildings. Barely making an effort to check her surroundings, she pulled her underwear down to her knees and let her floodgates open. Suisei lost herself in the ecstasy of release, closing her eyes as she focused on her stream. After a while, her flow died down to a trickle before stopping, ending the desperation that haunted her. But that relief was short lived, as when the girl opened her eyes, she was met with a situation that made her heart sink. She looked up to find a young man in a hoodie staring her down, grinning as he held his phone in front of her. It was clear what he was doing. Before getting the time to process what was happening, the man spoke his terms clearly. “Do as I say, or this video goes out to the whole world.” Suisei froze. If this got out anywhere, her chances as an idol would be shot. She couldn’t afford to let this happen, especially with her debut album around the corner. The now nervous girl bit one of her gloved fingers, contemplating her options, or rather, her lack thereof. After a few seconds of thinking it over, she defaulted to what she believed to be the only option. “What do you want?” Suisei’s flashback was brought to an abrupt halt as her bowels churned, begging for release. With a disgruntled expression, she turned around in her chair, exposing her backside to the camera lens as instructed by her blackmailer. Hugging the back of her chair, she grunted as she gave one hard push. And one hard push was all that was needed, as steaming hot, barely solid shit rocketed itself into Suisei’s diaper. Tears and drool started to escape the sullied idol’s eyes and mouth, her pride completely voiding her body and filling the protective garment around her waist. For the first time in her life, Suisei had crapped herself on purpose, and in a diaper to boot. She could only pray this was the only time she’d have to suffer such humiliation. The young girl finished her business, the only sound in the room being her barely audible sniffles, and the only smell being that of her own waste, which was worsening by the second. She shuddered, remembering that her task wasn’t fully complete yet. Suisei about-faced towards the camera, staring at it with a look of pure hatred as she propped her butt above her chair. Slowly and gently, the girl began to lower herself into the chair, grimacing once her soiled padding made contact with the cushion. It that moment, she let go of the chair arms she’d been using to hold herself up, plopping into the chair. Her mess rapidly spread across her buttocks and pussy, all for her extortionist to see. Suisei’s light sobbing transformed into crying like an infant, her dignity in shambles. The young man logged off after leaving a parting message for his prey. “Good girl. See you next week.” Over two months had passed since the initial accident. In that time, Suisei had grown more and more used to using diapers as her toilet. The blackmailer would get more creative with his demands each subsequent week, ranging from acting like a baby to cumming in a shitty diaper. But this time, the idol was at wits end. Not only did he want her to poop her panties for the first time, but she was also going to have to do it in the middle of Shibuya Crossing, with hundreds of people around her. There was no way no one would notice, but at this stage, it was too late to do anything in retaliation. Multiple weeks of high-quality footage of her willingly pissing and messing herself hung above her head. Just like back then, Suisei got off at Shibuya Station after her dance lessons, walking to the crossing before pulling out her phone to confirm her task. “I’m here. How will you know I did it?” “I’ll know.” Suisei scoffed at the remark, putting her phone back in her pocket as she made her way to the center of the crossing. She stopped in the middle and took a deep breath, thinking to herself, “Am I really about to do this?” Gathering herself, she took a series of breaths, slowly pushing against her bowels, hoping the drugs will take care of the rest. And they did just that. A long, sturdy log started to coil inside of Suisei’s panties. She opted for black today, hoping that there would be a remote chance she could save them from being stained. But even then, for the time being, the bulge in her undergarments was only growing bigger, with little sign of stopping. In that moment, she panicked. She knew she needed to do something, or her shit would leak out of the sides. Without thinking, she put a hand under her skirt and pressed the growing mass against her ass, flattening the load and making room for more. “Ewewewewewewew!” Suisei was screaming at herself internally, utterly repulsed by what she just did. She looked around and noticed the pedestrian traffic was almost over. With softer mush making its way out of her now, she opted to cross before gaining the attention of all of Shibuya. As she finished crossing, she realized her “accident” had ended, the only thing remaining to show what she did being the heavy mass weighing down her panties. The typically high-spirit girl spared no time finding a convenience store to cleanse herself of this nightmare. After she was satisfied with her condition for the time being, she checked her phone yet again and was met with a disturbing message. “There’s a package in the alley where you first humiliated yourself. Follow the instructions perfectly, and I’ll let you go.” The idol feared what he had in store, but built up the determination to go confront her final task. Sure enough, there was a completely inconspicuous package waiting the fashionable girl’s arrival. It was hard to concentrate on it with the remnants of her last accident still on her person, but picked up the small box and read the note attached to it. You’ve been a great toy, but frankly, I’m getting bored of you. Even if I had new ideas planned, you just don’t do it for me anymore. So, that being said, I’ve got one more task for you. Disobey, and you know what’ll happen. Inside this box is a “game” of sorts. Your friend, Sakura Miko, is expecting a game like this to come to her door in a few days. I want you to swap this with the real copy she’s expecting. I’ll know if you don’t complete this swap, so don’t pull anything funny. Anyways, it was fun playing with you. I can’t wait to turn the rest of Hololive into obedient slaves. Just. Like. You. Suisei swallowed. She wasn’t sure what was awaiting her colleagues, but if she could be free of this torment, she was ready to do anything. Even if that meant betraying her best friends.

I finally made a new story! I hope you enjoy the long awaited conclusion for generation 0. Sorry to make you wait for so long. I had been struggling with some personal battles. However, I intend on having more stories out this Winter. Please look forward to it! “We’re here as you asked, now what do you want from us?!” AZKi shouted with disdain. Three girls stood close to each other’s sides in a Shinjuku back alley, provoked by an untraceable text message. The intent of the message was clear as day; a series of pictures of their friends in horrifically grotesque situations, a pinpoint on a map. Moreover, the text saying, “Tomorrow, 8 PM. Come alone. Make sure you all have to use the bathroom, in both ways,” left nothing to interpretation. “Should we have come in our work clothes?” Tokino Sora looked at herself and frowned as she thought about what the perpetrator would make them do, as well as how soiled her garments might get. The reminder to herself made her more self-conscious about the fact that she had been holding it in for a while. Brief glances to her partners confirmed they were in a similar position. “I imagine he’d be upset if we didn’t,” A-chan sighed before continuing, “and given our current position, that’s probably the last thing we… want...” The spectacled girl trailed off as she saw someone approach them from the other side of the alley, obscuring his face under his hoodie. The figure stopped just short of the girls before pulling out his phone and tapping on it. Shortly after putting it back in his pocket, Sora’s phone buzzed in her hand. Bringing it to her face, the trio read the message she received. “Glad you all could make it. Now show me your panties.” AZKi was fuming with anger, while the other two could only look down with disgusted expressions. Regardless of their frustrations, they knew there was no say in the matter, and began to comply with the man’s instructions. Sora and AZKi slowly rose their skirts as A-chan undid her belt and the buttons on her jeans. Within seconds, the girls had their underwear in full view of the blackmailer. The brown-haired girl, in an attempt to maintain as much of her purity as possible, opted to wear spats, whereas the other two stuck with simple, black panties. Although most of his face was obscured by darkness in the poorly lit alley, it was clear that the girls’ captor had a smile on his face. Pulling his phone back out, he spent a large chunk of time typing before shooting another message at the girls, prompting Sora to check her phone in turn. “Very good 😊. You’re more obedient that I thought you’d be. Now, let’s not beat around the bush. I asked you to come here needing to use the restroom, both pee and poop. Judging by your constant fidgeting, I’ll assume you held up that end of the bargain. You three know what I want you to do. Turn around. I want to see your backsides as you do it. Lift your skirts up while you do it. Oh and you can keep your pants on for this one A-chan 😉.” “You’re sick, you know that?!” AZKi lost her temper, verbally lashing out at her aggressor. “Quiet AZKi,” A-chan urged her friend while redoing her belt. “We’re already going to be humiliated. We don’t need to attract any unwanted attention.” Sora looked straight at the man, her eyes beginning to grow teary. “B-before we do this, I need your word,” she said shakily. “First, you need to promise that you’ll delete all the photos and leave us alone after this.” A brief calm washed over Sora as the man nodded his head. “Good,” the idol paused before continuing, “and I also want your word that you won’t touch us.” Again, the man nodded. This time Sora nodded back before turning around. “Let’s get this over with,” she beckoned her friends to follow suit. Begrudgingly, the others also faced their rears to the perverted man. Sora was first to push against her bowels, hoping in part that it would make it easier for A-chan and AZKi to do in turn. In no time at all, a thick yet slimy mush was deposited into her undergarments, where she had realized she made a grave error in choice of underwear. Although her spats tented out at first, they were quick to run out of room, causing the soft feces to spread in all directions, including towards her most sensitive area. Sora tried her best to stay strong amidst the shameful display she was putting on. A-chan couldn’t bear to see her best friend suffer alone, and with newfound resolve became the second of the trio to expel their waste. Grunting softly, her anus moved firm logs into her pants and panties, one after another. Despite wearing jeans, a bulge grew through the denim material at a rapid pace, and with it the transparency that she was purposefully messing herself. AZKi, seething with hatred, was the most reluctant to do the deed. However, thoughts of the blackmail photos filled her mind, as well as the guilt of her partners having both just emptied themselves. The diva cursed in a low voice, clenching her fists as she pushed as hard as possible to end the deed quickly. A velvety mush, similar to Sora’s, spilled into her black panties all at once. AZKi cringed visibly, praying that nothing would spill out the sides. With all three girls exhausted, the wetting part came naturally, as none of them had the will power to attempt to hold it any more. Puddles formed under everyone’s feet, with A-chan suffering the most damage as her jeans were stained to a much darker shade of blue. Just like that, within minutes, three fully grown adults completely wet and messed themselves on command. The trio stood perfectly still, holding back their tears as they could feel the heat and weight of the masses which were now nestled in their underwear. Before anyone could say anything, Sora’s phone went off again. They checked the message simultaneously, their eyes growing wide with fear as they read the contents. “Great job girls. This feels like a dream come true. You all made excellent messes of yourselves (if I had to pick a favorite, it would have to be A-chan). Anyways, I’ve got good news for you! After this next task, you’ll all free to go and pretend none of this ever happened. Now, for my last command as your master, I want all of you to sit down perfectly on your shit, in a triangle, and rub each other’s clits and make out until the three of you cum. Don’t stop for a second, even to look at me, or I won’t hesitate to send out the pictures. Have fun 😊.” The pervert watched them shake in horror. The sight was working wonders for him in ways he didn’t think possible. He smirked, stifling his laughter as he took more pictures. Of course, he never had any intention of keeping his end of the bargain, and now he had more ammo to put all of Hololive under his control. A-chan was quick to pull the other girls into a hug, giving a message to them in a whisper. “No matter what happens, we’re all friends. We’re not lovers, and we’re not about to have sex. We’ll get through this and never speak of it again. Okay?” The other two gave a gentle nod in reply. The blue-haired girl sighed, slowly lowering herself, using her friends as a brace. As her ass made contact with the cold and wet concrete, she lost her ability to think of any words. The only thing she knew was that she probably looked like the most disgusting woman on the planet right now. Sora and AZKi looked on in pity, before looking at each other. Grabbing the other’s shoulders, the pair lowered themselves to the ground together. However, as they got close to contact, AZKi’s left foot slipped in the large puddle the girls had made, and in turn pulled Sora down with her. In a swift motion, both idols fell to the ground with an audible “splat” sound emanating from their butts. Sora could contain her tears no longer, and started to mutely weep. “Sora…” AZKi was heartbroken through her own discomfort, causing her friend more unnecessary humiliation. “Let’s just do it,” A-chan said, attempting to push the situation along. “Here, if everyone closes their eyes, it shouldn’t be too bad.” The others did nothing but nod. The girls got into a comfortable position, or at least as comfortable as they could, and closed their eyes. Each of them felt two different hands enter their underwear, as well as each other’s breath, which was getting closer as their lips met in the center. They had completed a three-way kiss and laid their hands on one another’s vaginas, but they knew this was far from what they were supposed to be doing, and the blackmailer was quick to verbally call them out on it. “Hey, you know what I said. Get a move o- Ugh!” The girls hear a loud thud on the ground near them and immediately jumped back in response, their messes shifting around even more against their butts. Upon opening their eyes, they saw the man lying on the ground, out cold, and at his feet stood a police officer with a striking baton. “Are you girls alright?” The officer was quick to cuff the man, as well as retrieve his phone. Walking up from behind the officer was none other than Suisei, a pained expression on her face as she saw her friends in pitiable positions much like her own. Upon realizing they were safe, the trio couldn’t help but break down and sob like children. “I’m sorry! This was all my fault!” Suisei got on her hands and knees in apology. The three girls were still in their soiled clothes, but at least now they had towels around them. It didn’t do anything to mask their collective stench, but at the very least it wasn’t visually obvious what had happened. “So you got blackmailed into setting up Miko, and it spiraled from there,” A-chan summarized as she looked down, unsure of how to properly judge Suisei’s actions. “Yes… As soon as I could I secretly got in touch with the police, but as you know, it took them a while to track him down,” the remorseful girl kept her head hung in shame. “If I had only thought about it more back then, none of this would have happened. But I was scared. I didn’t know what I could do, and did what I was told just so I could get out of that hell and I-” “You idiot,” was all AZKi could manage before turning from Suisei and leaving for the ambulance that arrived. Silence filled the air until Sora finally said her piece. “You acted very rashly, and as a result, a lot of us became victims too. Some of us will likely take a long time to recover, and even then, none of us will forget what’s happened to us,” she began to chastise the girl. Suisei started to visibly sob, her tears hitting the ground in rapid succession. Sora then crouched down to Suisei, much to her displeasure as her lingering mess shifted with her, and continued her statement. “That being said, I’m glad you decided to atone for your mistakes and took action when you did. If it wasn’t for you, A-chan, AZKi and myself would’ve done things to each other that I don’t think we’d ever recover from. For that, I’m grateful beyond belief.” Suisei looked up to her senior, eyes red and sore from her crying. Sora took her into her arms and comforted her, continuing, “I know you care about us. You put yourself at risk to try to set things right. It’ll take time and effort, but I’m sure everyone will come to forgive you eventually.” Suisei felt a hand touch her shoulder, and traced it back to A-chan grinning lightly at her. In that moment, the junior idol cried harder than she ever had before. That moment of reconciliation lasted but a moment however, as Suisei gasped loudly as she felt her padded underwear grow heavy. “What’s wrong?” Sora asked with light concern. “Sorry… I-I had an accident… ever since he left me be, I’ve had a hard time controlling it.” “I see,” A-chan said somberly. “In that case, it’s probably time for us to head home and clean up. We can talk more later.” Sora and Suisei nodded in agreement. The three set off at a meagerly pace towards the cops and EMTs, thankful that the nightmare had come to an end. Four months passed, and things within the group had finally seen some sense of normalcy. Everyone had regained their mental health as a long break, as well as their bladder and bowel control form the most part. The ones who were affected the worst still wore protective underwear just in case, but otherwise, things had come to a close. The suspect was convicted with a cumulative sentence of 60 years in prison, guilty on every count charged against him. The girls had also received word that the phone had been destroyed after the proceedings and that all photos of them had been purged from the suspect’s personal electronics and online databases. Most of the girls had come to terms with Suisei, with the only exception being AZKi. However, Sora still believes that things will work out with more time. At last, the horror that hovered over Hololive for half a year was no more, and whether they denied or accepted what had happened to them, everyone was able to move forward, and more importantly, strove to never let this happen to anyone ever again.

(This is a new story which I've also posted elsewhere. If you've not already come across it I hope you'll enjoy it. All constructive feedback is welcome.) Anne Glenson made her way through the sliding doors to reception and the receptionist, a girl of about twenty busily engaged in the important business of painting her nails, looked up. "Can I help you, madam?""Yes, I've come to see Mr Faulkner. It's Mrs Glenson - Anne Glenson - by the way.""I'll just see if he's free."Picking up the phone, the girl continued, "Mike, I've a got a Mrs Glenson to see you. Can I send her through?"Anne heard what she thought sounded faintly like a muffled groan followed by "Send her through."The girl looked up. "Yes. Mr Faulkner's free to see you. He's through the door on the right there, just down the corridor.""Thank you." Anne knocked loudly on the door. "Come in!"Mike Faulkner got up from his desk and extended a slightly clammy hand in welcome."Good afternoon - Mrs Glenson I believe. Do take a seat. Can I get Tracy to bring you some tea or coffee?"Anne sat down."No thank you. I've got some water on me. It's far better for maintaining hydration. Anyhow, I'm sure you must be busy Mr Faulkner, so I'll cut to the chase and get straight to the point. I've come about the grant application which my colleague and I submitted some time ago. Has your committee had time to consider it?"Mr Faulkner reached for a file. "Ah yes, the application from Holding for Life. I see you're listed as one of the directors, along with a Miss Sarah Worthington.""Yes that's correct.""I just need to check a few personal details with you if that's alright Mrs Glenson?""Yes of course.""Full name.""Anne Maureen Elizabeth Glenson.""Date of birth.""10th April 1975.""Marital situation?""Married.""And your address?""The Rectory, Church Lane, Browndale."Mr Faulkner beamed. "Oh, lucky you. I wish I lived in a splendid old rectory. The ones I see advertised in Country World are such glorious old piles." Anne frowned."Mr Faulkner, it's a glorious old Georgian rectory. It's a brutally functional 1960s rectory - the meanest and cheapest the diocese could come up with too. Strange though it may seem my husband, Fr Archie Glenson, just happens to be the rector." "I'm sorry Mrs Glenson. It was an honest mistake on my part - I just assumed...""You're not the first and I doubt you'll be the last. Now if we could please focus on my grant application as I haven't got all evening. My husband needs me to serve at Benediction at six thirty, after which I've got to do my domestic goddess bit and prepare supper for the deanery synod.""Yes of course, Mrs Glenson. A couple of committee members raised slight concerns about what you do at Holding for Life. They seemed to think there was some slightly - how shall I put it - kinky stuff - going off there."Anne intentionally crossed and re-crossed her legs. Not for nothing had she decided to don a slightly tight pair or jeans for this interview. She needed to pee pretty badly, having not released her bladder for over nine hours, but certainly wasn't desperately uncomfortable by any means. "Such as?""Well it's rumoured that you make your clients - or is it service users - hold their pee in all day at your courses. Is that correct?" Anne crossed her legs yet again, not because she had to but for effect. "Mr Faulkner, Miss Worthington and I are both highly qualified urology nurses who maintain current registrations. We both hold current DBS clearances and have all the required safeguarding certificates. With regard to the first point, we are caring, compassionate, professional people. We certainly do not force our service users to hold their pee all day. Yes, there are some toilet restrictions and for good reason, but much of the work we do with clients as you call them, involves Kegel exercises which are about strengthening sphincter muscles by peeing in a controlled way. Our courses are designed to empower people and give them options so that they don't have to panic and think about tracking down a toilet as soon as the need to pee arises. My colleagues and I certainly don't demand anything from our service users of which we ourselves are not more than capable.""I'm sure you don't, Mrs Glenson. I have heard a rumour though that you make some use of humiliation on your courses. Is that correct?"Anne coughed, gave Mr Faulkner a slightly disdainful look, and took a swig from her water bottle. Noticing that Mike Faulkner's right hand had slipped beneath his desk and he'd begun to stroke himself, she couldn't resist crossing and re-crossing her legs yet again. "Mr Faulkner, many - though not all - of our service users are high profile people. Not unnaturally some of them present with challenging attitudes and at any one time we have service users who regard our courses as jolly japes. If they are to derive a long-term positive benefit from coming on our courses, such attitudes have to be countered robustly and, if we have to wipe smirks off a few faces, so be it. We do not take people on our courses who are medically incontinent but we rely on service users to be honest with us about any ongoing health conditions, including bedwetting. If a service user hasn't been honest with us and if they don't abide by the rules of the course they are required to account for it. That's why all beds are checked by matron every morning and we have adjudication in a group setting after breakfast. By the way, we have a zero-tolerance policy on masturbation, Mr Faulkner! Having worked extensively in urology, Sarah and I have seen more than enough of its unhelpful and counter-productive effects."Mr Faulkner quickly withdrew his hand from his crotch area."Quite Mrs Glenson. Now turning to your grant application, I see that you applied for fifty five thousand pounds towards the repair of a gymnasium roof.""That's correct. My colleague and I have both sunk a lot of our own money into the venture but, even taking into account income from service users, we're stretched to find money for re-roofing the old gymnasium to a standard which will keep it watertight for the next 20 years. Our premises are based in an old secondary modern school which County Hall wanted to dispose of cheaply and you could say that fabric was an ongoing challenge." "Hmm. As a matter of interest, what do you charge your service users?""Usually two thousand pounds. That covers an intensive weekday course with induction on a Monday afternoon followed by three and a half days of serious work followed by the award of certificates after lunch on a Friday.""I see. Have you thought of increasing your fees?""We keep them under review but we think two thousand is a fair fee to charge most users at present. Part of it goes towards a bursary fund for service users who would benefit from attending a Holding for Life course but cannot afford to pay or require some level of subsidy."Mr Faulkner nodded. "I see, Mrs Glenson. Clearly your operation is run in a responsible way. Despite the reservations expressed by some committee members we are happy to award you fifty thousand.""Only fifty? We asked for fifty five." "I know, but that's our decision and we must abide by it. Mrs Glenson, I hope it's not an impertinence but I've noticed you crossing your legs and moving about quite a bit. You don't need to pee by any chance?"Anne smiled. "No more than anyone else who hasn't peed since seven this morning! Don't worry, I need to go but it's not an emergency." Mr Faulkner could barely contain himself."Mrs Glenson, you must be bursting. I know it's a big ask but I've never seen a lady pee. Would you be willing to pee for me? I keep a container - an empty pickle jar - in here just in case of emergencies. Here it is. One of the joys of working in offices shared with other organisations is that the loo's always occupied."Anne smiled broadly. "I'd be more than happy to oblige Mr Faulkner."Anne, deftly removed her dark blue stone washed jeans and, leaving her white maxi panties on, squatted over the pickle jar. She peed a little hesitantly at first but her stream soon became a strong one and Mike Faulkner watched, amazed, as she completely filled the litre sized jar, almost overflowing it. Although in middle age they occurred less readily than as a young man, he found himself developing an erection of a kind he'd not experienced for at least a decade. Without the aid of any kind of manual stimulation, he found himself ejaculating uncontrollably into his underpants, an experience he'd not met with since his twenties. Anne finished as abruptly as she started, got up and handed the jar to him. Carefully removing her pee stained panties she tossed them in his direction before slipping back into her jeans and zipping them up with the same ease that she'd removed them. "You may as well keep those knickers as a little souvenir, Mr Faulkner. I'm sure you'll find a use for them. By the way, I look forward to receiving the cheque for sixty thousand by Tuesday's post at the latest."Mr Faulkner looked bemused. "Sixty thousand? I thought we'd settled on fifty."A broad grin crossed Anne's face. "My dear Mr Faulkner, we settled on nothing. I applied for fifty five thousand and you offered me fifty. Now I'm sure you wouldn't like your interest in women peeing to become public knowledge, would you? It would be so embarrassing, wouldn't it, especially for a charity trustee?"Mr Faulkner went pale. "You're not try to blackmail me, Mrs Glenson, are you?" "No of course not. That's such a horrible word, don't you think? Let's just call it incentivising discretion, shall we? That extra ten thousand will fund five places for services users who wouldn't otherwise be able to attend. Look, if it makes a bitter pill any sweeter, I'm willing to offer you a free place on one of our courses."Mike Faulkner knew he wasn't going to get out of this one easily. How could he have been so foolish as to walk into such a trap? "Mrs Glenson, I'll speak to the committee and see what I can do. Thanks for the offer of a place on one of your courses but I'm not sure whether it's really me."Anne smiled."Sixty thousand by Tuesday's post, Mr Faulkner. You can send it to the rectory by courier or one of the signed for delivery services if you like. Anyhow, I must get a move on or Archie will wonder where I am. It's a pleasure doing business with you."With that, she turned and took her leave. Two hours later, Mike Faulkner pushed the door of Browndale Church open. The air was thick with a haze of incense, making him cough. As he struggled to get his bearings he was greeted by a genial priest in a long, Roman-style cassock, who'd been making his way towards the door."Good evening, sir. If it's Benediction you've come for, I'm afraid we finished five minutes ago."Mike Faulkner coughed again. The incense was really affecting his throat."No I've not come for the service. Are you Fr Archie by any chance?""Yes. How can I help you?""Fr Archie, it's really your wife that I was hoping to see - on an item of business."Fr Archie chuckled. "Well the last time I saw her she was in the vestry, just by the tower arch there, although she may have taken the thurible outside to empty. Got to return the contents to their native earth you know." Mike cleared his throat."Thanks Father. This doesn't seem like normal C of E though."Fr Archie laughed."We don't do normal Cof E here and, as for my wife, she's certainly not normal! Ah, speak of the wife, here she is. "Anne, there's a gentleman here to see you. I'll leave you two in peace. Remember to lock up when you've finished and don't forget the deanery synod supper at eight, darling."Anne beamed at her husband as he took his leave. "How could I forget darling? Praise God for supermarket cocktail sausages, ready made dips and mini scotch eggs."Leading Mike into the vestry, Anne eased the girdle from her waist and, with the slick effortlessness he'd seen earlier, removed her server's alb to reveal the same top and jeans that she'd worn earlier in his office. Turning to him, she gave Mike a smile he'd earlier learned to mistrust. "Well this a surprise. To what do we owe the pleasure?""It's about our discussion earlier...""I hope you haven't come to tell me that the sixty thousand isn't going to be forthcoming." "No not at all. I doubt the committee will agree to more than fifty but I can find the remaining ten thousand out of my own pocket. After all, I think it's a price worth paying in view of the alternative.""Good. I'm so glad we understand one another, Mr Faulkner. Was there anything else?" "Yes, it's about your kind offer of a free place on one of your courses. I've been thinking and I'd like to take it up."Anne hugged him and the smell of the incense which clung to her clothes, nearly caused him to pass out."Splendid! You won't regret it. As it happens I have a place available for the course starting Monday 1st October. If I get my sixty thousand by Tuesday I'll email or post you all the details including the medical form and the disclaimer which we ask all service users to complete and sign. By the way, I think we can afford to drop the formalities. From now on you can call me Anne if I can call you Mike.""I'm happy with that. Good night Mrs Glenson - I mean Anne.""Good night Mike! Look forward to seeing you on the 1st October."Mike walked out into the gathering gloom of the September evening sky, not quite knowing what he'd let himself in for but hoping that it wouldn't be too bad.THE END