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  1. Notice : This story was written in Italian for the sole purpose of me to pass the time, it was translated with Google Translate without making too many necessary checks, thank you in advance for reading and I would appreciate a comment with a useful tip at the end of it. What I want to write is in all respects a fantasy novel similar to some web novels that I have read lately, in the past I tried to do something similar but being only a first attempt in my opinion it did not go very well and therefore I gave up. Before each chapter I will include the Tags that I think are contained in the chapter in question, this is because I don't even know what I want to insert and what I don't want. Prologo, The prologue does not have a title and is from the POV of the protagonist (Lily) I understand that there is little content in this prologue but I preferred to develop the mechanics of the world. It contains: bedwetting,farting,wetting and light fear wetting Narrator: [Lily] I didn't remember anything, my mind was completely empty and my body was numb and assailed by a tingling, I was lying on a straw bed and I had a simple blanket on me, it was dark and the only thing that illuminated the room where I found myself was the moon. I thought I was in danger at night in an unknown place and I would suddenly jump out of this room to try to understand what had happened to me but I could not move, I realized that I could not keep my eyes open, as if I was really sleepy looking better I seemed to see how a game interface in my field of vision that remained even when I closed my eyes, at the bottom left I saw a [game log] with an infinite number of voices, I just didn't want to read and I couldn't to think clearly, I probably thought I was dreaming or imagining, at the top right instead I saw the writing [Menu] and [Map], I was about to fall asleep again because of sleep, but just before I did it a writing in semitransparent yellow jumped at me to the eye, [Need to urinate] I just couldn't understand and I didn't want to think, I tried to fall asleep again but the writing became more and more amber and I couldn't ignore it, in the end, a message appeared premium. (Chat): ignore [need to urinate]? [YES] or [NO] I didn't even think, I chose [YES] and fell asleep. Just before I fell into a deep sleep I read the chat a second time. Title: [She who wets the bed] acquired. I woke up with birdsong and sunlight, as soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the face of a disheveled young boy staring at me, since I had never seen him, I got scared but I calmed down immediately because he seemed to have no bad intentions. (Ryle): S ... sorry! ... I didn't want to be watching you ... g ... good morning! I'm glad you woke up when my master found you she had no good hopes ... how do you feel? however, my name is Ryle, nice to meet you! Skill: [Sevilathien's language] buy; Title: [Polyglot] purchase. (Lily): Oh, don't worry about it, anyway, you could tell me where we are and who are you? Anyway, my name is Lily As I spoke I sat up and looked around to find out where I was, my body was really numb, and my nose didn't smell, I didn't feel like moving too much because of the tingling and then I let it go, I understood immediately not to be in a normal place given the straw bed on which I was and given the clay and wood walls that I was around, also the boy Ryle was really good looking, he must have been about 14 or 15 years old but he was really tall, he had a short-sleeved shirt that showed his toned arms, his green eyes of the same color of the disheveled hair hit me, they seemed strangely natural ... (Ryle): Oh Lily did you say? You're not from around here, are you? You can also see it in your clothes ... His words struck me, I shouldn't have had an unusual name ... also I looked at my crumpled blouse that was nothing strange, rather his clothes seemed very out of the norm until then I thought it was a kind of disguised medieval disguise but looking around unless it was a really well-made movie set or a foreign country was strange. (Lily): Why? Where are we? And what would be strange about my clothes? (Ryle): Well we're in the woods surrounding the city of alabaster, where did you think you were? You were found by my mistress a few kilometers from here after all, as far as your clothes are concerned, I don't seem to have ever seen anything like this, however now that I think about it you are suspicious! Could you come and do a status check? While Ryle was talking to me about things that I judged as meaningless I saw the interface I thought I was dreaming about and felt my body's numbness slowly fade and my sense of smell return, I could smell a slight smell of urine. I didn't give it any weight and thought the interface was just a strange hallucination. (Lily): I shouldn't have a problem getting up, anyway what is a status check? (Ryle): Are you kidding me by accident? It's what you do to check a person's level and personal information with a copy of the mirror of truth ... can you know where you've lived so far? Do you have a memory leak by accident? Or are you trying to trick me? (Lily): Level? What are you talking about? Anyway, I'm from Lugano ... (Ryle): Lu ... gan ... or? Where is it? Okay, I understand you're not from around here, but I can't believe you don't know what the level is! (Lily): You don't know Lugano? Are you telling me we're not in Switzerland? Anyway no! I don't know what you mean by level! (Ryle): Switzer ... land? No, I don't know where it is ... however the level is the number that testifies how much you developed as a living being, it also depends on how good your status is ... I can't explain it well, it's one thing so trivial that you don't even teach ... anyway, I keep thinking that you are making fun of me, now get up, I really want to see your status to make sure it is not a criminal, a slave or a dangerous person! (Lily): ... ok ... I still don't understand what you mean by a dangerous person ... look at me I have no weapons or anything ... I decided to get up also out of curiosity to understand what the boy was talking about, when I got out of bed, however, the smell of urine became stronger, I looked at my jeans and I could observe a nice stain ... I could not believe it ... I was pissing on myself! I immediately covered her with the blanket and sat down on the straw again even though I was now certain that the boy had seen me. (Lily'mind '): What an embarrassment! I can't believe I got wet! I immediately thought of what I thought was a dream : ignore [need to urinate]? [YES] or [NO] I couldn't believe it, it was too strange, even the interface that was becoming more and more vivid, was it a dream? I remembered the full-dive virtual reality that I was about to try with Emily, I still remembered around with my blushed face and I looked at Ryle. (Lily'mind '): I can't believe it! Am I in a simulation !? And I got wet ?! What game am I playing? Who would make a virtual game with similar functionality ??? (Ryle): Is everything all right? You had an accident, right? You don't have to be ashamed of it, you've been unconscious for at least 3 days after all ... Ryle blushed as he spoke to me (Lily'mind '): How am I supposed to respond? Is this guy an AI or is he a player? It doesn't look like an AI, it's too realistic, it's probably a player! What an embarrassment! (Lily): Hmmm ... yes, I'm sorry! Do you know how I can clean myself up? (Ryle): Oh don't worry, it can happen to anyone, as soon as my mistress returns I can make you have a change of clothes ... or I could use the spell [soft wash] to clean those strange pants you wear, as you prefer, however for the spell it takes a while and I should T ... touch the affected area of the item of clothing in question all the time ... (Lily): If you don't mind I would like you to try to use the spell, I really don't want to be seen by other players in these conditions, also I'm curious to see how the magic of this game works ... (Ryle): game? (Lily): Well we're in a fair game? (Ryle): I'm not playing, tell me if you want to change or if you want me to use magic, you are too strange, I want to check your status as soon as possible! (Lily'mind '): is it an AI? It's strange ... aren't we in a game? But if magic exists it is necessarily a game! Quite right? Maybe I have to check this status to understand something ... (Lily): okay, you can use magic, but please don't look, don't smell and don't touch in strange places or I slap you! (Ryle): Oh ... ok ... I removed the blanket and showed my wet jeans, the biggest stain was on the back but it was probably enough to just touch the item of clothing, I was an embarrassing situation, even if I was convinced I was in a game. I also noticed that my hair had changed color, from brown to purple, I didn't notice. (Lily): how long does it take? You have been touching me for 2 minutes and nothing happens ... hurry up please, it's embarrassing! (Ryle): calm down! Don't decentralize me, I haven't even activated the magic yet! It takes time ... wait at least another 2 minutes! (Ryle'mind '): how strange it usually takes me less to visualize [soft wash] will it be because of the embarrassing situation? After a while that Ryle was trying to activate the spell I noticed that the chat icon was flashing and then I opened it. (Chat): Does the human subject [Ryle] want to use a spell on you, consent? [YES] or [NO] I immediately chose [YES] without thinking about it, I wanted to end that embarrassing situation. (Ryle): ■■■■ [soft wash] My legs that had completely stopped tingling and felt sticky especially on the lower back became clean after Ryle emitted strange verses that looked like high-speed singing or speaking. (Lily'mind '): is this the magic? Fantastic! (Ryle): good! Now we can do this status check! (Lily): ok, come on! Anyway, can you tell me how I can activate the magic? Is there a mission to do or do I just have to level up? (Ryle): oh ... so you know what the level is? So you made fun of me? (Lily'mind '): oops! I hadn't realized yet that I was in a game before, it all seems too realistic ... (Lily): sorry, I forgot! (Ryle): okay, anyway you are suspicious, let's go check please, be careful of the step when you go out the door! (Lily): yes, ok but so how do I activate the magic? (Ryle): it depends on your status and your skills obviously, come on let's go now. I left the room with Ryle and we went down the spiral stairs to a kind of cellar illuminated by a purple light that did not seem to come from anywhere, in the room that looked like a laboratory of a fairy tale wizard or a mad scientist chemist, there is they were books, ampoules, tables, phosphorescent stones, flowers and a lot of other things, it was really fantastic, on a wall there was a dark mirror which instead of reflecting the light seemed to absorb it. (Ryle): see that's the mirror of truth, now touch it and show me your identity! (Lily): o ... ok ... I was afraid but I immediately calmed down because I was convinced it was a game. As soon as I touched the mirror I felt as if covered with a gelatinous patina, it was truly realistic. (Chat): does an artifact want to access your status, allow? [YES] or [NO] I chose [YES] in thought (Chat): is it impossible to log in until you accept the other requests, accept everything? [YES] or [NO] As in an account creation where you should read an infinite number of terms and conditions, I ignored everything and chose [YES]. (Chat): . [unique skills] unlockable; [hidden status] added; [easy mode] enhanced; . . . [legacy of Emily] obtained; [status of Emily] added; Unique skill [Space unit transfer] available; . . . [MAX LEVEL] reached; [Race increase] × 99; Unique title: [she who exceeds all limits] obtained! In the chat an infinite column of minor voices (for the most part acquired skills, titles and power-ups) began to flow, I did not want to read and then temporarily deactivates the chat, meanwhile on the mirror that now became transparent what appeared publicly it would have been my status: [ID]: Lily White [Race]: human [Age]: 17 [Level]: 25 [Titles]: [She who wets the bed] [Work]: none [Hierarchy]: common I blushed slightly for the embarrassing title and now I noticed mirroring that my appearance had changed, in addition to the purple hair I could notice that I had a prettier nose and big purple eyes, my breast had also grown at least one size, surely I was more attractive as before, also the jeans that I thought no longer had traces of my accident showed a slightly visible halo. As I watched what was left of my previous accident, I saw a flashing writing in the right corner: (Notice): 2 × [inherited inventory] acquired, do you want to redeem? [YES] or [NO] I chose [YES] but I didn't see anything happen because I had disabled the chat. (Lily'mind '): strange, the things written in the mirror do not correspond well to what I read in the chat ... also I don't know why but I have a strange feeling ... (Ryle): Level twenty-five! You have a fairly high level ... I didn't think you were so strong, are you an adventurer by chance? I turned to Ryle and on his head, I read [level 23] (Lily'mind '): who knows how I should answer ... I'm probably not an adventurer and I don't feel like telling lies ... (Lily): no, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm not an adventurer ... An instant after I said it I felt like an impulse as if I felt the buzz of an insect near my ear similar to a feeling of light fear, I turned suddenly I found myself a dagger pointed at the throat, I remained completely motionless. ~ psshhh ~ I probably lost a bit from sudden fear and I could feel a slight humility on the crotch of my panties, probably a wet stain was also visible on my jeans. (Fox woman): Who are you? Compared to last night, your mere presence makes me freeze their blood! The fox woman in front of me was frightening, her red eyes and protruding canines together with the bright red blade of the dagger pointed at my throat instilled an intense fear that I had rarely experienced before, however, I could not help but notice how fascinating she was, his human face with perfect features and his golden fur shone under the soft and mysterious soft light, moreover, the fear I felt was drastically reduced when I remembered that I was probably in a game, also I noticed that Ryle was no longer nearby. (Lily'mind '): damn it! Will it kill me? I do not know what to do... But then I realized that she was probably more afraid of me. (Lily'mind '): wait ... is she maybe ... shaking !? are you scared of me? reading above her I also read her level [82] and thought that although I was [Max Level] on the mirror I read [25]. Looking at it better I realized that in his face there was fear besides his anger, his legs also trembled. (Lily): hem ... wait, are you the "mistress" that Ryle told me about? Don't hurt yourself, after all, I want to thank you for bringing me here after finding me in the woods ... (Fox woman): don't even try to deceive me and show me your true level and who you really are! (Lily'mind '): probably my level is higher than you read on the mirror and this fox woman can somehow see that I'm hiding it. (Fox woman): from your silence can I deduce that you didn't wait to be discovered? (Lily): no, it is that ... you see I am not yet practical of how the game mechanics work and therefore if you want to see who they really are you will have to wait for a little ... in the meantime could you lower the blade, please? It makes me uncomfortable as it looks really realistic ... (Fox woman): from what you say it seems that you are pretending to be a hero summoned from another world ... don't fool me! I just tried to see myself telling the truth with the [lie detection] spell but it looks like it can't activate magic on you, how do you explain this to me? After the fox woman said this it occurred to me that Ryle couldn't clean up my jeans, so I opened the chat again and read the latest rumors: (Chat): The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [Coercion]; [Coercion] skill obtained; [Coercion resistance] skill gained; The [all-knowing eye] artifact was destroyed after attempting to access your status The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [death threat]; Death threat skill gained; Threat resistance gained; (Lily'mind '): apparently, if they use a skill on me I get the skill and resistance to it ... it's comfortable, it seems almost illegal ... I kept reading the chat (Chat): The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] wants to use the [lie detection] spell on you, agree? [Yes] or [No] I decided to choose [Yes]. (Fox woman): it looks like my spell has activated now ... did you say something about a fair game before? (Lily): it activated because I consented to the activation request in the chat ... (Fox woman'mind '): she said "chat" and "game", in addition, she has the ability to resist a high-level spell ... also ... [Level 25] ... there is no doubt... (Fox woman): girl, are you a person transported from another world? (Lily): hem ... is it a code to identify among the players? (Fox woman): girl, I can assure you that as much as what you find around it may seem like a game is 100% real, I know because I have dealt with both reincarnated and transported ... once I also witnessed the evocation of a hero. (Lily'mind '): however realistic what I have seen so far I cannot understand how such a thing is possible ... (Fox woman): you don't believe me? I read it in your eyes, I assure you that it is perfectly normal for people from other worlds to believe that it is a dream or a game. The summoned heroes usually take a month to settle in, the reincarnates instead die and meet God who explains the whole situation to him, unfortunately, the transported are the most difficult cases they believe in their situation, the latter usually end up killed by monsters or commit suicide because they can't get out of the dream ... their appearance is usually characterized by purple-colored hair and their basic level is 25! (Lily): it could be the truth ... after all, it is too realistic to be a game or a dream ... but my logic does not allow me to believe such an affirmation so easily ... (Fox woman): if you are a transported person you should have something called [inventory] right? Later I found two letters in the inventory, one from a certain God Khelthux and one from my friend Emily, the latter broadly explaining the situation I was in, giving me advice on how to live in this world, advising to learn the magic and to exploit the power I had, warning me not to go against the gods and not to divulge modern technology, in the end, it ended with the promise that we would see each other again in the future and that waiting for that moment I could enjoy this world with tranquility Fantasy. Once convinced that I am not in a simulation or that I am dreaming I learned how the menu, status, and map, I also understood that I could change my public level to my liking, I decided to temporarily set it to 99 to justify how resisted the skills and magic of the fox woman who later introduced herself as Tarasha Tawakhir, she asked me questions about what I had in my inventory, which I noticed to be full of objects, food, and weapons, more or less like someone's inventory who had finished any RPG and who had a passion for collecting a multitude of different items. I also realized that not being therefore in a virtual world, I had wet the bed and leaked in a real-world, this made me blush and on impulse I changed my clothes to not leave more traces of my embarrassing accidents, I noticed that I could change the dress with the [quick changing] of my inventory, I removed all my clothes remaining completely naked in front of Tarasha who turned to give me some privacy, I put on a pair of pink briefs called [Emily's panties], a pink top called [Emily's bra], a silk shirt called [water charm] and a dark green pleated skirt. (Lily): ok now that we have clarified that I am not a danger, you could tell me where Ryle went, since I appeared I have never seen him. I had also tried to look for it on the map but have not yet learned how it worked I could not find it. (Tarasha): oh, since I didn't know who I was I put it in a subspace to protect it. Suddenly Ryle reappeared from nowhere, Tarasha and I explained the situation to him in outline, and then we also discussed with him until the evening. I learned that in this world there were 116 weeks of 6 days, so one year had 696 days and each of them lasted 26 hours instead of 24 hours and that at the moment we were in the 19 hours of the day, therefore almost at sunset. We ate all three together, the dinner was made up of a single dish, similar to a mixed vegetable soup, after eating a spoon the easy way started to analyze it, it annoyed me and therefore I deactivated it, I also realized that without the easy mode it activates my sense of taste and smell develop at various levels, for example, the soup which was not bad after the deactivation of the easy mode seemed very good. (Lily): Tarasha, you are and have been a strong sorceress and warrior right? (Tarasha): I don't claim to be the best but I'm obviously powerful enough, why? (Lily): Well I would like to explore this world and to do it I would have the basis on how to survive. (Ryle): Do you want to explore the world? Do you mean that you will become an adventurer? (Lily): and why not? So Tarasha would you be willing to teach me? (Tarasha): for me there is no problem, I am curious to find out what the potential of an abnormal transported person like you is after all. (Ryle): But, my mistress, you promised tomorrow that we would hunt a demon together ... (Tarasha): oh Ryle, I'm sure you can wait another week, after all, it was too early anyway ... Don't think about skipping training though! (Ryle): As you wish ... From how he looked at me in the next time, Ryle seemed envious but not very much. After dinner, I went to sleep on Tarasha's advice, who promised me that the next morning he would give me some bases on fighting and monsters following my declaration of wanting to become an adventurer and explore this world. Before going to sleep, in addition to reactivating the easy mode and changing my clothes again, I looked at my inventory and I could not help ordering the weapons and items acquired from the inheritance well, I felt happy, rich and powerful but even a little cheater with everything I had acquired without any apparent merit, it was all so beautiful, I saw the titles that had been assigned to me, from [the one who wets the bed] to [the one who exceeds all limits] and the skills I had learned. The thing that intrigued me most was the magic but I had no idea how to use it, I was attracted by the [magic globe] and the [sacred tome] that I had in the inventory, in the description it was written that infusing the power of the soul in them you could learn the spell, I wasn't in the skin, I wanted to do a myriad of things but I also wanted to sleep to be careful the next day. Before going to sleep, I remembered that time I got an account of an MMORPG game in a closed beta from another player who had spent many months playing and therefore had obtained a high level and an inventory full of rare items. Obviously, it wasn't the same as finding yourself in a fantasy world but the feeling of being a cheater was the same. After this thought, I closed my eyes and since the interface and the chat didn't make me sleepy, I decided to temporarily disable them together with the easy mode, and finally, I fell asleep. (Tarasha): Girl, wake up, it's dawn, let's hurry otherwise all the high-level monsters in the woods will go to sleep! I woke up with Tarasha's words, the first thing I noticed was the need to pee and more. (Lily): where is the toilet? (Tarasha): hem ... unfortunately, there is no one in this refuge, you will have to go outside, do you have an armor in the inventory? No matter how strong a [level 99] is, I don't think you would be unharmed without having skills or magic ... Although I had a strong need to go to the bathroom I could not help but notice Tarasha's light robes, they were of a vermilion-colored fabric, tight enough to highlight its splendid curves which were accentuated more by the white band that had in life to which a small black bag was tied, but I had no time to admire them. (Lily'mind '): I have to go to the bathroom! (Lily): I think I have armor in the inventory, a second, I get dressed and I'm ready to go! I really needed to pee, after all, I didn't go to the bathroom since my previous awakening, if I ran my hand over my abdomen I felt swollen probably because of the fullness of my bladder: "it's a miracle that I didn't wet the bed in my sleep" I thought, moreover, I also felt a moderate fullness in the bowels, it was probably at least 4 days that I didn't take a dump. I desperately searched the inventory of suitable clothes to go out into a forest full of monsters, all while I had one hand on my thigh and the other firmly inserted into my groin. (Lily'mind '): I have to choose quickly otherwise I will have another accident ... but I must be careful not to wear too overpowered or too expensive clothes, I need something medium ... as Emily advised me. I could not concentrate too much because of my need, I felt my mind almost split in trying to stay focused and leave neither a drop nor a small fart to leave my body. Eventually, I left Emily's underwear on and put on an armor [Armor of the black dragon], it was a black armor that included a skimpy black top, a medium-length skirt and shiny leather ankle boots, I chose it because it wasn't a magical object but still gave fair protection. (Tarasha): hey ... but ... how the heck did you get such a thing ... Tarasha looked frightened again before me: "I probably exaggerated ..." I thought. Tarasha didn't even notice the pee dance I was doing, which further delayed my relief. We went down the spiral stairs and left the house, around me I saw a multitude of trees and plants of various colors that shone with the first light of dawn and that almost made me forget my urgent need. ~ prrffft ~ Until a dry fart reminded me of my situation. (Lily): oh sorry, could you wait a moment, please ?! (Tarasha): don't worry, go ahead ... but watch out for the monsters! I didn't even answer, I sprang behind a bush with some droplets of urine dripping between my legs, spread my legs and lowered the panties I went down into a squat and I began to pee at full strength, obviously being careful not to splash my skirt too much. ~ psssssssssss ~ about a minute passed and my flow was reduced to a thread, until it stopped completely, now that I was calmer I heard the pleasant song of the birds and the scent of the flowers which obscured the smell of the vapors of the pee puddle. ~ frrt ~ A mischievous fart warmed my buttocks and reminded me that I had not yet finished my business. Once I finished releasing the bowels I felt incredibly relaxed, emptied of my problems, it was a fantastic feeling to go and do my needs so outdoors like a fantasy world, almost exciting. (Tarasha): Lily! Alright? And while I was enjoying my moment Tarasha screamed my name and ruined the atmosphere. (Lily): yes! Wait a moment and I'm coming! I took some pieces of cloth from my inventory and cleaned myself, then I looked at the panties that I still had wrapped around my legs, they had a small dark pink stain but nothing that would not dry quickly, I pulled them up, I put leaves to cover the area where I made my needs and washed my hands with a bottle that I had in the inventory. It was not the first time (Lily): here I am, sorry if I made you wait, so what can you teach me? (Tarasha): it's up to you, you said you want to be the right adventurer? (Lily): yes, I would like you to explain to me how magic is used! (Tarasha): oh, do you attract spells? (Lily): yes, I would like to become a magician! (Tarasha): well, then first of all could you tell me how much mana and soul power you have? (Lily'mind '): I must be careful to say something credible ... I went to my status and checked my statistics: {Lily's Stats [MAX Level]} [Health Points]: 999+ [Health recovery]: MAX [Vitality]: 999+ [Stamina]: 999+ [Stamina recovery]: MAX [Resistance]: 999+ [Mana point]: 999+ [Mana Recovery]: MAX [Magic resistance]: 999+ [Soul authority]: MAX [Power of the soul]: MAX [Brain power]: 999+ [Come on]: 999+ [Agility]: 999+ [Dexterity]: 999+ [Vision]: 999+ [Self-check]: 999+ [Bladder]: 100 [Bladder fullness]: 4% [Bowels]: 100 [Bowels fullness]: 2% I wondered why they were present in separate statistics such as [Bladder] and [Bowels], however, it didn't take a genius to understand that my statistics were far beyond very good and therefore I didn't know how to answer: "maybe I should activate the easy mode "fortunately I thought. Once activated a mini description appeared next to my statistics, thanks to it I understood that the average human being [level 10] had about 30 [MP], the soul power, however, was more mysterious, in the infobox there was nothing, with or without easy mode, the same was true of [Soul authority]. I also decided to disable the easy mode because I wanted to enjoy the landscape without continuous analysis or suppression of the sense of smell. (Lily): I have 330 MP and would like to keep my soul power secret if possible. I thought that for a [level 99] 330 MP was right. (Tarasha): if you are telling the truth then I can deduce that you are a perfect [Level 99] balanced, interesting ... I agree on keeping secret the power of the soul, not even I will tell you mine. The chat at that moment gave me a warning signal, I opened it and read: (Chat): Skill [Absolute revelation] resisted; Skill [Absolute revelation] buys; (Lily'mind '): Do you want to see my statistics? It seems that without the easy mode activated you cannot see who is using the ability against me, but I still get the ability, interesting. (Lily): so what? Can you teach me magic? (Tarasha): if you mean primordial magic or sacred magic obviously not, but for arcane magic, there is no problem, you have enough MP to also cast prohibited spells, but first I would like to ask you something, do you have the skill [Chant]? I immediately went to check but I didn't. (Lily): unfortunately not, why? (Tarasha): because arcane magic includes 3 phases of casting a spell, Visualization, Chant and Activation, without the ability [Chant] unfortunately you cannot cast a spell ... apart from a few exceptions ... (Lily): and how do I go about acquiring it? (Tarasha): there are many ways, the easiest is to study at the magic academy and another widespread is to use a sealing object with the ability inside, the latter, however, is rare and its cost is high, probably it even costs more than the dragonic armor you wear. (Lily): What if I teach you the skill without having to go to the academy? (Tarasha): it wouldn't be a problem for me but it takes years to learn [Chant], it's not that simple, as far as I'm concerned I recommend you train with a weapon and then learn magic. (Lily'mind '): 2 years is too long ... (Lily): okay, so what weapon would you recommend me to use? (Tarasha): I see that you understand when it is not necessary to insist, as far as the weapon is concerned, obviously it depends on you, which weapon would you like to use? As far as I am concerned, I am skilled with both the ax and the long broadsword so if you choose one of the two I can help you more easily to learn the necessary skills. (Lily): I like the greatsword, so let's start? (Tarasha): Do you have a sword in your inventory? (Lily): yes most likely I have it ... (Tarasha): well, get it out. While I was looking for one of the various swords, one who had statistics on average Tarasha took from the bag that had tied a broad green metal sword at the waist as long as its height and with a width and thickness that made it seem truly imposing. (Lily): nice sword ... also ... is that bag bottomless? (Tarasha): I see you have an eye, yes this is a sword it is called made with ancient elven techniques and it is made of orichalcum, it is an enchanted bag with space magic, obviously, it has a capacity limit. In the end, after comparing several swords for more than a minute, I took out a simple enchanted steel sword, Tarasha's reaction was like what I would have had in the previous world if they had promised me the last smartphone as a gift and had presented themselves with a model from the previous year and second-hand, of course, I was happy because I didn't want to catch the eye. (Tarasha): I see that you have your weapon, to acquire the skill just train or kill an enemy with the aforementioned weapon, however perfecting it is difficult, there are two ways, the first is to use the experience and the second is increasing level, obviously, you who are already [Level 99] will struggle in both things, as regards the experience it is difficult to accumulate at high levels, also I do the extreme effort, as regards the level up it is rumored that for a human or semi-human to pass level 99 is impossible ... Obviously, I was not level 99 since I had no problems entering a number thousands of times greater, but this thing was comfortable in certain points of view, also I went to my status and took a look in the skills area, in addition to the skills I had I could notice that I had a practically infinite reserve of experience, I tried to enhance the unique skill [Space unit transfer], I noticed that skill had 10 levels of enhancement and that even by maximizing the skill my experience points did not conceal in the least. (Lily): it's not a problem, I just need to learn the skill, so to hang it I just need to kill a monster with this sword? (Tarasha): yes, for one of your level monsters in the vicinity should not be a problem even without magic or skills, the only being that probably can damage you is a greater Demon or a dragon but in my whole life they are beings rarely appeared. (Lily): shall we go then? (Tarasha): yes, let's see if you can keep up with me! Tarasha suddenly shot in the middle of the woods, her movements were perfect, thanks to my statistics I didn't make the slightest effort to run after her but thanks to my abnormal sight I could see how perfect her movements were, every step in the middle of the trees seemed to be expected 10 steps first. (Tarasha'mind '): he manages to stay behind me, incredible ... the people transported are unfair ... While we were running in the forest I saw many animals that I knew like deer and wild boars, and foxes but also animals that I had never seen as a large spider that made me shiver. (Lily'mind '): I wonder where we are going, running at this speed we would have traveled a very long space ... (Lily): Shouldn't I learn to use the sword? I asked after I approached Tarasha who stopped (Tarasha): I thought I'd take you for a ride through the woods, do you like it? (Lily): it's gorgeous! (Tarasha): And anyway you didn't acquire skills while running? Normally you should get the [Fast step] skill just by running, also running at a similar speed I wouldn't be surprised even if I had obtained directly [Flash step] together with some high-sounding title ... (Lily): I didn't get any skills or titles ... (Tarasha): normally for a person with few abilities it is enough to perform actions that put them in difficulty for (Lily): Well, I had no problem running, maybe that's why I didn't get the skill ... (Tarasha): no problem !? Nobody could stand behind me without magic or skill! (Lily): I don't know what to tell you ... (Tarasha): Okay now I'm going to stop surprising myself, however, there is little time, let's hurry! (Lily): little time for what? (Tarasha): to make the danger of this world-known at Level 99 you need a dungeon, in the center of the woods there is one and the door remains open only during sunrise, for this, we must hurry! (Lily): a dungeon? Not serving the preparations to enter it? (Tarasha): oh, don't worry, I prepared everything myself, however, we won't go deep, I just want to show you what kind of beings populate this world! (Lily'mind '): I don't really mind at all, I have always loved dungeons and mazes full of monsters where you can level-up safely, even if they are maximum level ... Tarasha and I arrived at the entrance of the dungeon, it was a simple hole 10 meters (33 ft) in diameter with 4 pillars on the sides and which had inside a spiral staircase of white marble, as soon as I put my foot on the first step the map changed, unlike before it was also completely empty, probably because it was an unknown place where I had never been. (Tarasha): ■■ [luminary] A globe of light formed in front of us. (Lily): wonderful! (Tarasha): it is simple basic magic, it will be useful since the dungeon in some areas is completely dark. We started to go down the stairs and shortly after I heard an uproar rumbling and a cold current of upward wind lifted my skirt exposing my panties. (Lily): what's going on? (Tarasha): probably the entrance has closed ... (Lily): wait for what?! ... are you serious? So we got stuck? (Tarasha): maybe I should have told you that we would spend the whole day here ... (Lily): well, it certainly wouldn't have made me unhappy! I said that even though the idea of exploring a real dungeon filled with excitement. (Tarasha): let's go, once you get to the tenth floor we will have a nice camp where to have breakfast! (Lily): I agree very much, I really want to learn some skills! We finished going down the stairs and we started walking through the tunnels, on the sides of them the colored crystals reflected Tarasha's sphere of light, it was truly a dream show, after a while, I finally saw a monster that could be attacked with the sword to acquire the ability. (Tarasha): Do you see Lily? Tarasha pointed to a bear-sized creature, he was turned away from us but we could still see the length of his claws sticking out from the sturdy arms covered with thick brown fur, however despite the imposingness of his body he was only level 16. (Lily): yes! (Tarasha): it is a giant mole, it is not a particularly dangerous monster, it is blind but manages to orient itself with the sense of smell and hearing if there is one, there are probably many others nearby, for two of our level even a hundred of them could not bother us in the least, but whatever the opponent we meet, I recommend you pay close attention! (Lily): I understand, maximum attention! (Tarasha): Now attack that mole, let me see how you handle that broadsword. After Tarasha's recommendations, I squeezed my weapon tightly and with a light step I approached the mole, it practically ignored me until I was right behind it, all the time I continue to dig the rock but when I was behind it turned and with the sharp claws probably tried to cut my neck, of course, I dodged the blow with extreme ease but nevertheless, one or two droplets left my bladder and moistened the crotch of my panties, it did not matter that the level of this monster was lower than that Tarasha or mine, the appearance and size of the monster scare me enough. But the small insignificant accident made my blood boil, mostly from embarrassment. Once I dodged the cops, I tightened the sword again and with an oblique swing I cut the mole in two parts, this emitted a suffocated and torn scream before falling to the sun with a thump that almost shook the ground, I remember that I thought: "that sucks "at the sight of the blood that sprinkled the floor but I recovered immediately. (Tarasha): congratulations, an excellent cut, have you learned any skills? (Lily'mind '): I hope I have no way of seeing that my bladder has betrayed me against an infinitely weaker monster than me! (Lily): unfortunately, it would seem not ... I read the chat for any unlocked skills but found nothing, to be sure I checked the list of skills but nothing new. (Tarasha): so if you don't need them you don't learn them ... to get you some skills we have to find a way to put you in difficulty ... (Lily): but basically, if I'm not in difficulty I don't need the right skills? Let's not worry too much, let me see rather the beauty of this dungeon or some other monster! (Tarasha): you're right ... I reasoned based on common sense that tells me that without basic skills you can't stay, but in the end, you're right, when you need it you will get the skills you need. Now be careful, they surrounded us! (Lily'mind '): you shouldn't say it with a smile on your mouth! A large number of giant moles were arriving in the tunnel, they probably felt threatened the moment they heard the dying cry of one of their kind. (Tarasha): you think of those in front of us, I will fix those that come behind us! (Lily): yes! The average level of giant moles was 20, I sprinted forward and killed 3 with a single horizontal cut, it was easy. (Tarasha): ■■■ [light body barrier] Tarasha put the weapon back in the bag, took a wand, and chose to use magic. (Tarasha): ■■■ [Multiple light dart] Once he killed about thirty giant moles I didn't see anymore, I turned around and vines Tarasha shining with green light as he launched with a wand a multitude of rays of light that pierced the moles from side to side, however, these did not die instantly and they were getting closer to Tarasha. (Lily): I come to support you! (Tarasha): no need, don't worry! As soon as the moles surrounded her, she put away her wand and pulled a golden halberd out of the bag, with a swing of her right arm she cut in half the entire group of giant moles that had approached her and put to flight the others who dug holes in the walls and disappeared. (Tarasha): I didn't want to use a magic weapon or a spell with area damage to avoid frightening them but I think the corpses are enough ... maybe they are too many ... (Lily): what do you mean? (Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace] A wave of light filled the cave and all the giant moles vanished. (Lily): amazing ... how can you keep all these moles ... (Tarasha): I took them only to use them as baits later, giant moles are not profitable, moreover, the consumption of mana to keep the subspace active is not insignificant, however, we will need them. (Lily): for what? (Tarasha): it's a surprise of course. Tarasha and I went deeper with other flights of stairs, we didn't meet other monsters, probably because Tarasha used some particular magic, he seemed to be in a hurry: "maybe he's hungry" I thought. (Tarasha): we have arrived, after this corridor, we will finally be on the tenth floor. (Lily): ok, so little time is left for breakfast eh. As they walked towards the ramp Tarasha grabbed my hand suddenly. (Lily): what's going on? (Tarasha): there is something big. (Lily): for example? (Tarasha): it looks like a mole but its level is higher than 50, it is probably a giant mole king ... The ceiling vibrated and a lot of sand and rubble fell, then from the wall to my right claws landed pointing to my face, I dodged them easily but the fright made me lose a jet of hot urine. (Lily): whaaaat! What is that?! (Tarasha'mind '): dodged such a shot without skill ... impossible! (Tarasha): You must know that older giant moles get retractable claws. The long and sharp claws retreated and after a while they resurfaced out of the opposite direction, this time the target was Tarasha who instead of dodging them cut them with the halberd making the monster growl that finally came out in the open, it was a giant mole of level 63, unlike the moles of before, his hair was gray and smooth, his teeth much more protruding and the burr dripped from his mouth. (Tarasha): Do you want to try to fight it? (Lily): okay ... I was slightly scared but I didn't hesitate for a second, I shook the weapon and with a vertical cut I tried to divide it in half as with the other giant moles, but this time it didn't go as I hoped, with its claws, it cut my sword, and subsequently he tried to hit me with them, even if I didn't expect it, I managed to dodge anyway, he tried to hit me again but Tarasha got in the way, with his bare fingers he grabbed the claws of the monster and with the halberd he hit him throwing him strongly on the wall and making the floor tremble. (Tarasha): Huff ... the magic of physical enhancement is exhausting! Finish the mole and put it in your inventory, unlike the ones before, this is worth a lot of gold coins, hurry up I really want to make a ... break ... (Lily): oh, okay ... I took a new sword from my inventory, this time a little better than before to avoid being left unarmed and I put the mole's corpse in the inventory after I gave it the coup de grace. As they walked towards the flight of spiral stairs I could notice a slight change in Tarasha's casual way of walking, it was as if she was trying to walk naturally and elegantly, moreover, the speed of her steps had slightly increased. We arrived at the spiral stairs and she asked me to go down first, I asked no questions and went on, once we reached the end of the stairs we found ourselves in front of a vault that emerged in a huge cave, unlike the narrow, dark tunnels and cramps on the upper floors here the atmosphere was peaceful, butterfly-like insects fluttered, there was a huge crystal on the ceiling that illuminated all corners of the cave, there was green grass on the ground and in the center, I could see a small mirror of water. (Lily): this place is amazing ... (Tarasha): I'm glad you like it, if you like you can go near the pond and find a space to have breakfast, I should hurry ... private matters ... It was then that I finally noticed that Tarasha probably needed to pee, I preferred not to ask questions and leave her her privacy even if in my mind the image of the beautiful Foxkin wetting her pants like a child passed through my head making me blush. (Lily): hem ... ok After a slight hesitation due to the anxiety of being alone, I decided to go to the pond to give Tarasha her privacy. She went away quite a bit, when I arrived at the pond I saw her still walking until she disappeared behind a rock. I sat on the grass around the pond and opened the skill log. Skill [coercion] Skill [death threat] Skill [Absolute revelation] Skill [Sevilathien's language] Unique skill [Space unit transfer]; Unique skill [Self-taught]; Locked skill [HIDDEN] To see if the hidden ability could be unlocked I tried to activate the easy mode, but no change, I tried to select the skill [Absolute revelation], it was level 1, I tried to use a skill point to enhance it and it became level 2, for level 3 ten skill points were needed, for 4 needed one hundred, etc., once taken to level 5 I stopped and tried to activate it, with a bit of concentration I managed it, I seemed to see in black and white for a moment and then everything in my view took on a different color and brilliance, the butterflies were blue and the green grass, in the distance I could see an intense purple light, it was Tarasha, I don't know how but thinking about his name its status. [ID]: Tarasha Tawakhir [Race]: Foxkin [Age]: 37 [Level]: 82 [Titles]: hidden [Work]: hidden [Hierarchy]: viscountess Visible statistics: [Bladder]: 73 [Bladder fullness]: 94% [Bowels]: 82 [Bowels fullness]: 61% (Lily'mind '): incredible! First Tarasha used this ability on me, how strange that he can only see some statistics ... Anyway, I was right, he needed to water the flowers ... As I watched the fullness percentage of Tarasha's bladder started to go down and I blushed thinking about what she was doing at that moment, it was then that I noticed something, on the numbers of the statistics there was like a pointer, as if I could write or to delete. "I could wait for his bladder to empty ... and then ... refill it?!?" A thought occurred to me that made me slightly excited and warm my cheeks. [Bladder fullness]: 10% (Lily'mind '): It doesn't seem to empty itself anymore ... I was about to rethink but in the end, I decided to try, I concentrated on the percentage and with an enormous effort I made it go up by two or three numbers, I was not satisfied and then I tried again but I could not make it go up, I took it as a challenge and I tried again and again, but unfortunately I lost track of time. (Tarasha): what is that expression? Alright? (Lily): Huh? And I found myself in front of Tarasha, which caught me off guard and with the deconcentration I deactivated the spell but not before adding a zero in the percentage that made it reach 130% (Tarasha): Ouch! What happens!? Tarasha crossed her legs and slumped to the ground. ~ psssssssssssssshhh ~ A continuous stream of urine poured into its vermilion dress which started to form a puddle. (Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace] The beautiful Foxkin activated the subspace in her panties to avoid further damage but already after 10 seconds of flow, she was completely drenched. (Tarasha): how did this happen? I who had witnessed the scene was completely speechless, I knew that I should have apologized but I didn't want to confess that it was I who caused her to have an accident, I felt guilty but I certainly liked what I saw. Her dress was soaked and shiny as her eyes where I could see embarrassment and confusion which then turned into intense anger. (Tarasha): Lily ... by any chance you? I'm not accusing you but ... you know I just emptied my bladder and it's impossible that it refilled again in such a short time! I did not know what to say (Lily): Tarasha I really ... actually ... I ... sorry ... I didn't do it on purpose ... I bowed my head to accentuate the effect of the apology and because I didn't want to meet his gaze. (Tarasha): so it was you eh? (Lily): are you angry? (Tarasha): absolutely not, if you didn't do it on purpose I can't be angry with you, do you think? Do I seem angry to you? He said it with a slightly forced smile but that still made me calm. (Lily): sorry again! (Tarasha): ■■ [Quick drying] The wet stain disappeared. (Tarasha): enough, let's pretend nothing happened, wines let's have breakfast now. Even if she seemed calm I had the doubt that she was quite angry, this because she didn't ask me how I had filled her bladder and that therefore she already had the answer or she was thinking of revenge, obviously they were only guesses, looking at her she doesn't seem angry just a little embarrassed, after a few minutes I stopped thinking about it and turned off the easy mode to enjoy the breakfast we would have gone for. Tarasha chose a place near the lake, from a subspace she took a table and two chairs and pulled a cloche, two cups, and a teapot out of the magic bag. (Tarasha): sit down Lily too. I sat on what was probably a wooden chair, the white color it had and the smoothing sensation it gave to the touch were those of marble, even the coffee table was of the same material, all with the spring atmosphere and the stone that illuminates the cave they brought me back to the times when I lived at my grandmother's house in the Alps, this made me feel for the first time a feeling of nostalgia, but the bad mood passed immediately and the joy pervaded me when I saw what was hidden underneath the cloche, while I thought Tarasha had uncovered it and now what I saw was a silver platter with a huge variety of pastries and various sweets on it, I noticed the sweets that I loved to eat in my old world, there were a croissant, a krapfen, a scone, and a danish pastry. (Lily): Tarasha, by chance these sweets are common in this world? (Tarasha): well, I think so ... obviously, they are not very popular because to prepare them you need expensive ingredients such as sugar whose refining is difficult and the production by spell consumes a good quality of magical power ... why are you interested? Have you seen them before? (Lily): yes, I had already eaten them ... I took a Danish in my hand and contemplated the skill with which they had been made. (Lily): did you prepare them yourself? (Tarasha): obviously, they are one of my specialties. (Lily): well then, can I taste it? (Tarasha): certainly. I took a bite. (Lily'mind '): truly delicious! (Tarasha): Do you like it? (Lily): it tastes fantastic! (Tarasha): well, I'm happy both to your liking, I prepare the Tea. Tarasha took spheres from the bag, looking more closely I realized that it was herbs and leaves understood and rolled upon themselves. (Tarasha): ■■ [Create water] The teapot filled with steaming hot water, Tarasha inserted the spheres inside. After a short time, he poured the liquid which had taken an amber color in the cups, sat down, and took a croissant. Without thinking about it, I took the cup and drank the contents in a few seconds, the taste was excellent, I didn't quite understand what herbs there were but it was delicious and perfectly matched the flavor of the Danish. Without thinking about it, I continued to fill my cup and gobble the tea until the teapot was completely empty. (Lily): sorry Tarasha, I could not hold back, congratulations also the Tea was very good. (Tarasha): don't worry so much I wasn't thirsty, besides I'm glad you liked it. She said it with a smile and a truly disturbing look as if she was plotting something, but I didn't give it any weight. After a relaxing chat we got up from the table and Tarasha put everything away, unfortunately, I didn't realize that he hadn't even taken a sip from his cup. (Tarasha): from here on, the floors will start from the hundredth, each level will be numbered and always decreasing in size, today we will go down by 50 floors thus reaching the fiftieth, get ready to go down! (Lily): I'm ready ... but I have a doubt, if we first met a level 60 monster, going down so low what can we meet? (Tarasha): do not worry, the giant moles are an exception, also what we have come down to now was not the real dungeon, but a simple entrance to it, you must know that the dungeon extends over a large surface and has more secondary entrances besides this main one. (Lily'mind '): I understand, this dungeon must be huge ... We crossed the whole cave to a huge statue, looked like a humanoid figure, was carved on a pedestal, and had no face. "Stand back," Tarasha said in a calm voice as she approached the pedestal of the statue. (Tarasha): ■■■■ [Mana transfer] A blue aura enveloped the fox woman who placed both hands on the pedestal of the statue. (Lily'mind '): incredible ... the statue moves! The aura had completely enveloped the statue and after that it had moved, leaving a corridor free with lanterns on both sides, on the architrave of the entrance there was written "100". (Tarasha): so close! I have almost used up my mana to get it moving, but thanks to that we will quickly get to the twentieth floor without having to switch between weak and annoying monsters. (Lily): what do you mean? Wasn't it supposed to be the main entrance? (Tarasha): it is but it is not used by anyone because, in order to enter the statue must be absorbed by a very high number of MPs, for this reason, all adventurers prefer the entrance near the capital or the one on the borders with the sacred empire of Lalostvane. (Lily'mind '): I wonder how big this dungeon is if it even reaches the borders with another country ... (Lily): out of pure curiosity ... how much mana did you spend to move the statue? (Tarasha): about 200 MP why? (Lily): two hundred !? Wouldn't it have been better for you to destroy it? (Tarasha): it is a statue made of a particular magic alloy, its hardness is very high and magic has no effect on it. (Lily): I understand ... you still need to recover mana? (Tarasha): don't worry, now let's go down quickly, I want you to fight some opponent worthy of the name and maybe learn the skill. We walked through the entrance and walked what looked like a tunnel hundreds of meters long, at the end of it there was a huge illuminated rectangular room with dozens of doors on the sides and another staircase in the center that went down. (Tarasha): from this level onwards there will be monsters, obviously, with their silly levels, they will be child's play but pay attention anyway. "okay" I answered After that, we went down again, this time the room was slightly darker but both in shape and color it was the same as that of the upper floor, this time however there was written "99" instead of "100". (Tarasha): this room is a safe place, there are two on each floor, however, to get to the next one we have to go through the territory of the monsters. We headed into one of the side corridors to the room, they were narrower than the tunnels where we met the giant moles and therefore I decided to change my weapon into a short sword with excellent statistics, Tarasha made my way, he seemed to know perfectly how to move in these narrow corridors. "scavenger rat," Tarasha said after turning immediately after turning a corner. (Tarasha): die! "Wow she's slain it instantly" this I thought after jumping backward almost losing control of my bladder. (Tarasha): sorry but unfortunately these beings remind me of a dark period of my life. (Lily): okay, don't worry ... anyway, what do you mean by dark period? (Tarasha): nothing special ... it's just that during my childhood when I was still a weak and defenseless child, these rats didn't make me sleep at night ... (Lily): in what sense? Couldn't your parents drive them out or put some mousetraps? (Tarasha): unfortunately, my parents sold me to a slave trader because they were too poor to take care of me, but I don't want to victimize you also because this is neither the time nor the place to talk about my past, so go on! Even though I didn't want to be indelicate, I couldn't help asking for more details, like when I liked a character in a game and wanted to discover his lore or like when I was delighted in finding a hidden quest. (Lily): So there is still market and slave trade in this world? oh, sorry if I touched a sore button, if you don't want to talk about it it doesn't matter ... (Tarasha): slaves are considered as commodities, and their value depends significantly on race, also because there have been laws that protect the health of human slaves, such as the one where I was born, but not being human, I do not I had the right to be subject to these laws. It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's just not the right time, also I warn you, among adventurers, there is an unwritten rule that forbids asking other adventurers from their past. (Lily): okay, I won't ask for more for now, but could you tell me later how a slave managed to become a strong warrior? "Maybe later" Tarasha replied with a smile. We kept going down the floors for at least an hour until we got to floor 81, we didn't meet particularly strong monsters, the one with the highest level was a rock worm level 22. In the descent, however, I realized two things, the first is that with my stats it made no difference to fight with the level 63 giant mole or a simple level 1 scavenger rat, the second is that I needed to pee, I had a strong stimulus even if I had freed the bladder less than 2 hours before and it was not a sort of suggestion because looking at my statistics I found: [Bladder fullness]: 83% (Lily'mind '): it is not possible! As I looked at the statistics from 83% it rose to 85%, I didn't understand the reason but I knew that in a short time I would have urinated. Being focused on my bladder doing some hopping dance on the spot and above all looking for a place where I could relieve myself undisturbed I didn't notice Tarasha looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a pleasing smile. (Tarasha): the next will be the 80th floor, from here on there will be no more room to go down but everything will be confused and without a map getting lost is assured. Tarasha spoke but my mind was focused on my bladder. Notice : This story was written in Italian for the sole purpose of me to pass the time, it was translated with Google Translate without making too many necessary checks, thank you in advance for reading and I would appreciate a comment with a useful tip at the end of it. What I want to write is in all respects a fantasy novel similar to some web novels that I have read lately, in the past I tried to do something similar but being only a first attempt in my opinion it did not go very well and therefore I gave up. Before each chapter I will include the Tags that I think are contained in the chapter in question, this is because I don't even know what I want to insert and what I don't want. Prologo, The prologue does not have a title and is from the POV of the protagonist (Lily) I understand that there is little content in this prologue but I preferred to develop the mechanics of the world. It contains: bedwetting,farting,wetting and light fear wetting Narrator: [Lily] I didn't remember anything, my mind was completely empty and my body was numb and assailed by a tingling, I was lying on a straw bed and I had a simple blanket on me, it was dark and the only thing that illuminated the room where I found myself was the moon. I thought I was in danger at night in an unknown place and I would suddenly jump out of this room to try to understand what had happened to me but I could not move, I realized that I could not keep my eyes open, as if I was really sleepy looking better I seemed to see how a game interface in my field of vision that remained even when I closed my eyes, at the bottom left I saw a [game log] with an infinite number of voices, I just didn't want to read and I couldn't to think clearly, I probably thought I was dreaming or imagining, at the top right instead I saw the writing [Menu] and [Map], I was about to fall asleep again because of sleep, but just before I did it a writing in semitransparent yellow jumped at me to the eye, [Need to urinate] I just couldn't understand and I didn't want to think, I tried to fall asleep again but the writing became more and more amber and I couldn't ignore it, in the end, a message appeared premium. (Chat): ignore [need to urinate]? [YES] or [NO] I didn't even think, I chose [YES] and fell asleep. Just before I fell into a deep sleep I read the chat a second time. Title: [She who wets the bed] acquired. I woke up with birdsong and sunlight, as soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the face of a disheveled young boy staring at me, since I had never seen him, I got scared but I calmed down immediately because he seemed to have no bad intentions. (Ryle): S ... sorry! ... I didn't want to be watching you ... g ... good morning! I'm glad you woke up when my master found you she had no good hopes ... how do you feel? however, my name is Ryle, nice to meet you! Skill: [Sevilathien's language] buy; Title: [Polyglot] purchase. (Lily): Oh, don't worry about it, anyway, you could tell me where we are and who are you? Anyway, my name is Lily As I spoke I sat up and looked around to find out where I was, my body was really numb, and my nose didn't smell, I didn't feel like moving too much because of the tingling and then I let it go, I understood immediately not to be in a normal place given the straw bed on which I was and given the clay and wood walls that I was around, also the boy Ryle was really good looking, he must have been about 14 or 15 years old but he was really tall, he had a short-sleeved shirt that showed his toned arms, his green eyes of the same color of the disheveled hair hit me, they seemed strangely natural ... (Ryle): Oh Lily did you say? You're not from around here, are you? You can also see it in your clothes ... His words struck me, I shouldn't have had an unusual name ... also I looked at my crumpled blouse that was nothing strange, rather his clothes seemed very out of the norm until then I thought it was a kind of disguised medieval disguise but looking around unless it was a really well-made movie set or a foreign country was strange. (Lily): Why? Where are we? And what would be strange about my clothes? (Ryle): Well we're in the woods surrounding the city of alabaster, where did you think you were? You were found by my mistress a few kilometers from here after all, as far as your clothes are concerned, I don't seem to have ever seen anything like this, however now that I think about it you are suspicious! Could you come and do a status check? While Ryle was talking to me about things that I judged as meaningless I saw the interface I thought I was dreaming about and felt my body's numbness slowly fade and my sense of smell return, I could smell a slight smell of urine. I didn't give it any weight and thought the interface was just a strange hallucination. (Lily): I shouldn't have a problem getting up, anyway what is a status check? (Ryle): Are you kidding me by accident? It's what you do to check a person's level and personal information with a copy of the mirror of truth ... can you know where you've lived so far? Do you have a memory leak by accident? Or are you trying to trick me? (Lily): Level? What are you talking about? Anyway, I'm from Lugano ... (Ryle): Lu ... gan ... or? Where is it? Okay, I understand you're not from around here, but I can't believe you don't know what the level is! (Lily): You don't know Lugano? Are you telling me we're not in Switzerland? Anyway no! I don't know what you mean by level! (Ryle): Switzer ... land? No, I don't know where it is ... however the level is the number that testifies how much you developed as a living being, it also depends on how good your status is ... I can't explain it well, it's one thing so trivial that you don't even teach ... anyway, I keep thinking that you are making fun of me, now get up, I really want to see your status to make sure it is not a criminal, a slave or a dangerous person! (Lily): ... ok ... I still don't understand what you mean by a dangerous person ... look at me I have no weapons or anything ... I decided to get up also out of curiosity to understand what the boy was talking about, when I got out of bed, however, the smell of urine became stronger, I looked at my jeans and I could observe a nice stain ... I could not believe it ... I was pissing on myself! I immediately covered her with the blanket and sat down on the straw again even though I was now certain that the boy had seen me. (Lily'mind '): What an embarrassment! I can't believe I got wet! I immediately thought of what I thought was a dream : ignore [need to urinate]? [YES] or [NO] I couldn't believe it, it was too strange, even the interface that was becoming more and more vivid, was it a dream? I remembered the full-dive virtual reality that I was about to try with Emily, I still remembered around with my blushed face and I looked at Ryle. (Lily'mind '): I can't believe it! Am I in a simulation !? And I got wet ?! What game am I playing? Who would make a virtual game with similar functionality ??? (Ryle): Is everything all right? You had an accident, right? You don't have to be ashamed of it, you've been unconscious for at least 3 days after all ... Ryle blushed as he spoke to me (Lily'mind '): How am I supposed to respond? Is this guy an AI or is he a player? It doesn't look like an AI, it's too realistic, it's probably a player! What an embarrassment! (Lily): Hmmm ... yes, I'm sorry! Do you know how I can clean myself up? (Ryle): Oh don't worry, it can happen to anyone, as soon as my mistress returns I can make you have a change of clothes ... or I could use the spell [soft wash] to clean those strange pants you wear, as you prefer, however for the spell it takes a while and I should T ... touch the affected area of the item of clothing in question all the time ... (Lily): If you don't mind I would like you to try to use the spell, I really don't want to be seen by other players in these conditions, also I'm curious to see how the magic of this game works ... (Ryle): game? (Lily): Well we're in a fair game? (Ryle): I'm not playing, tell me if you want to change or if you want me to use magic, you are too strange, I want to check your status as soon as possible! (Lily'mind '): is it an AI? It's strange ... aren't we in a game? But if magic exists it is necessarily a game! Quite right? Maybe I have to check this status to understand something ... (Lily): okay, you can use magic, but please don't look, don't smell and don't touch in strange places or I slap you! (Ryle): Oh ... ok ... I removed the blanket and showed my wet jeans, the biggest stain was on the back but it was probably enough to just touch the item of clothing, I was an embarrassing situation, even if I was convinced I was in a game. I also noticed that my hair had changed color, from brown to purple, I didn't notice. (Lily): how long does it take? You have been touching me for 2 minutes and nothing happens ... hurry up please, it's embarrassing! (Ryle): calm down! Don't decentralize me, I haven't even activated the magic yet! It takes time ... wait at least another 2 minutes! (Ryle'mind '): how strange it usually takes me less to visualize [soft wash] will it be because of the embarrassing situation? After a while that Ryle was trying to activate the spell I noticed that the chat icon was flashing and then I opened it. (Chat): Does the human subject [Ryle] want to use a spell on you, consent? [YES] or [NO] I immediately chose [YES] without thinking about it, I wanted to end that embarrassing situation. (Ryle): ■■■■ [soft wash] My legs that had completely stopped tingling and felt sticky especially on the lower back became clean after Ryle emitted strange verses that looked like high-speed singing or speaking. (Lily'mind '): is this the magic? Fantastic! (Ryle): good! Now we can do this status check! (Lily): ok, come on! Anyway, can you tell me how I can activate the magic? Is there a mission to do or do I just have to level up? (Ryle): oh ... so you know what the level is? So you made fun of me? (Lily'mind '): oops! I hadn't realized yet that I was in a game before, it all seems too realistic ... (Lily): sorry, I forgot! (Ryle): okay, anyway you are suspicious, let's go check please, be careful of the step when you go out the door! (Lily): yes, ok but so how do I activate the magic? (Ryle): it depends on your status and your skills obviously, come on let's go now. I left the room with Ryle and we went down the spiral stairs to a kind of cellar illuminated by a purple light that did not seem to come from anywhere, in the room that looked like a laboratory of a fairy tale wizard or a mad scientist chemist, there is they were books, ampoules, tables, phosphorescent stones, flowers and a lot of other things, it was really fantastic, on a wall there was a dark mirror which instead of reflecting the light seemed to absorb it. (Ryle): see that's the mirror of truth, now touch it and show me your identity! (Lily): o ... ok ... I was afraid but I immediately calmed down because I was convinced it was a game. As soon as I touched the mirror I felt as if covered with a gelatinous patina, it was truly realistic. (Chat): does an artifact want to access your status, allow? [YES] or [NO] I chose [YES] in thought (Chat): is it impossible to log in until you accept the other requests, accept everything? [YES] or [NO] As in an account creation where you should read an infinite number of terms and conditions, I ignored everything and chose [YES]. (Chat): . [unique skills] unlockable; [hidden status] added; [easy mode] enhanced; . . . [legacy of Emily] obtained; [status of Emily] added; Unique skill [Space unit transfer] available; . . . [MAX LEVEL] reached; [Race increase] × 99; Unique title: [she who exceeds all limits] obtained! In the chat an infinite column of minor voices (for the most part acquired skills, titles and power-ups) began to flow, I did not want to read and then temporarily deactivates the chat, meanwhile on the mirror that now became transparent what appeared publicly it would have been my status: [ID]: Lily White [Race]: human [Age]: 17 [Level]: 25 [Titles]: [She who wets the bed] [Work]: none [Hierarchy]: common I blushed slightly for the embarrassing title and now I noticed mirroring that my appearance had changed, in addition to the purple hair I could notice that I had a prettier nose and big purple eyes, my breast had also grown at least one size, surely I was more attractive as before, also the jeans that I thought no longer had traces of my accident showed a slightly visible halo. As I watched what was left of my previous accident, I saw a flashing writing in the right corner: (Notice): 2 × [inherited inventory] acquired, do you want to redeem? [YES] or [NO] I chose [YES] but I didn't see anything happen because I had disabled the chat. (Lily'mind '): strange, the things written in the mirror do not correspond well to what I read in the chat ... also I don't know why but I have a strange feeling ... (Ryle): Level twenty-five! You have a fairly high level ... I didn't think you were so strong, are you an adventurer by chance? I turned to Ryle and on his head, I read [level 23] (Lily'mind '): who knows how I should answer ... I'm probably not an adventurer and I don't feel like telling lies ... (Lily): no, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm not an adventurer ... An instant after I said it I felt like an impulse as if I felt the buzz of an insect near my ear similar to a feeling of light fear, I turned suddenly I found myself a dagger pointed at the throat, I remained completely motionless. ~ psshhh ~ I probably lost a bit from sudden fear and I could feel a slight humility on the crotch of my panties, probably a wet stain was also visible on my jeans. (Fox woman): Who are you? Compared to last night, your mere presence makes me freeze their blood! The fox woman in front of me was frightening, her red eyes and protruding canines together with the bright red blade of the dagger pointed at my throat instilled an intense fear that I had rarely experienced before, however, I could not help but notice how fascinating she was, his human face with perfect features and his golden fur shone under the soft and mysterious soft light, moreover, the fear I felt was drastically reduced when I remembered that I was probably in a game, also I noticed that Ryle was no longer nearby. (Lily'mind '): damn it! Will it kill me? I do not know what to do... But then I realized that she was probably more afraid of me. (Lily'mind '): wait ... is she maybe ... shaking !? are you scared of me? reading above her I also read her level [82] and thought that although I was [Max Level] on the mirror I read [25]. Looking at it better I realized that in his face there was fear besides his anger, his legs also trembled. (Lily): hem ... wait, are you the "mistress" that Ryle told me about? Don't hurt yourself, after all, I want to thank you for bringing me here after finding me in the woods ... (Fox woman): don't even try to deceive me and show me your true level and who you really are! (Lily'mind '): probably my level is higher than you read on the mirror and this fox woman can somehow see that I'm hiding it. (Fox woman): from your silence can I deduce that you didn't wait to be discovered? (Lily): no, it is that ... you see I am not yet practical of how the game mechanics work and therefore if you want to see who they really are you will have to wait for a little ... in the meantime could you lower the blade, please? It makes me uncomfortable as it looks really realistic ... (Fox woman): from what you say it seems that you are pretending to be a hero summoned from another world ... don't fool me! I just tried to see myself telling the truth with the [lie detection] spell but it looks like it can't activate magic on you, how do you explain this to me? After the fox woman said this it occurred to me that Ryle couldn't clean up my jeans, so I opened the chat again and read the latest rumors: (Chat): The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [Coercion]; [Coercion] skill obtained; [Coercion resistance] skill gained; The [all-knowing eye] artifact was destroyed after attempting to access your status The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] use the skill [death threat]; Death threat skill gained; Threat resistance gained; (Lily'mind '): apparently, if they use a skill on me I get the skill and resistance to it ... it's comfortable, it seems almost illegal ... I kept reading the chat (Chat): The Foxkin [Tarasha Tawakhir] wants to use the [lie detection] spell on you, agree? [Yes] or [No] I decided to choose [Yes]. (Fox woman): it looks like my spell has activated now ... did you say something about a fair game before? (Lily): it activated because I consented to the activation request in the chat ... (Fox woman'mind '): she said "chat" and "game", in addition, she has the ability to resist a high-level spell ... also ... [Level 25] ... there is no doubt... (Fox woman): girl, are you a person transported from another world? (Lily): hem ... is it a code to identify among the players? (Fox woman): girl, I can assure you that as much as what you find around it may seem like a game is 100% real, I know because I have dealt with both reincarnated and transported ... once I also witnessed the evocation of a hero. (Lily'mind '): however realistic what I have seen so far I cannot understand how such a thing is possible ... (Fox woman): you don't believe me? I read it in your eyes, I assure you that it is perfectly normal for people from other worlds to believe that it is a dream or a game. The summoned heroes usually take a month to settle in, the reincarnates instead die and meet God who explains the whole situation to him, unfortunately, the transported are the most difficult cases they believe in their situation, the latter usually end up killed by monsters or commit suicide because they can't get out of the dream ... their appearance is usually characterized by purple-colored hair and their basic level is 25! (Lily): it could be the truth ... after all, it is too realistic to be a game or a dream ... but my logic does not allow me to believe such an affirmation so easily ... (Fox woman): if you are a transported person you should have something called [inventory] right? Later I found two letters in the inventory, one from a certain God Khelthux and one from my friend Emily, the latter broadly explaining the situation I was in, giving me advice on how to live in this world, advising to learn the magic and to exploit the power I had, warning me not to go against the gods and not to divulge modern technology, in the end, it ended with the promise that we would see each other again in the future and that waiting for that moment I could enjoy this world with tranquility Fantasy. Once convinced that I am not in a simulation or that I am dreaming I learned how the menu, status, and map, I also understood that I could change my public level to my liking, I decided to temporarily set it to 99 to justify how resisted the skills and magic of the fox woman who later introduced herself as Tarasha Tawakhir, she asked me questions about what I had in my inventory, which I noticed to be full of objects, food, and weapons, more or less like someone's inventory who had finished any RPG and who had a passion for collecting a multitude of different items. I also realized that not being therefore in a virtual world, I had wet the bed and leaked in a real-world, this made me blush and on impulse I changed my clothes to not leave more traces of my embarrassing accidents, I noticed that I could change the dress with the [quick changing] of my inventory, I removed all my clothes remaining completely naked in front of Tarasha who turned to give me some privacy, I put on a pair of pink briefs called [Emily's panties], a pink top called [Emily's bra], a silk shirt called [water charm] and a dark green pleated skirt. (Lily): ok now that we have clarified that I am not a danger, you could tell me where Ryle went, since I appeared I have never seen him. I had also tried to look for it on the map but have not yet learned how it worked I could not find it. (Tarasha): oh, since I didn't know who I was I put it in a subspace to protect it. Suddenly Ryle reappeared from nowhere, Tarasha and I explained the situation to him in outline, and then we also discussed with him until the evening. I learned that in this world there were 116 weeks of 6 days, so one year had 696 days and each of them lasted 26 hours instead of 24 hours and that at the moment we were in the 19 hours of the day, therefore almost at sunset. We ate all three together, the dinner was made up of a single dish, similar to a mixed vegetable soup, after eating a spoon the easy way started to analyze it, it annoyed me and therefore I deactivated it, I also realized that without the easy mode it activates my sense of taste and smell develop at various levels, for example, the soup which was not bad after the deactivation of the easy mode seemed very good. (Lily): Tarasha, you are and have been a strong sorceress and warrior right? (Tarasha): I don't claim to be the best but I'm obviously powerful enough, why? (Lily): Well I would like to explore this world and to do it I would have the basis on how to survive. (Ryle): Do you want to explore the world? Do you mean that you will become an adventurer? (Lily): and why not? So Tarasha would you be willing to teach me? (Tarasha): for me there is no problem, I am curious to find out what the potential of an abnormal transported person like you is after all. (Ryle): But, my mistress, you promised tomorrow that we would hunt a demon together ... (Tarasha): oh Ryle, I'm sure you can wait another week, after all, it was too early anyway ... Don't think about skipping training though! (Ryle): As you wish ... From how he looked at me in the next time, Ryle seemed envious but not very much. After dinner, I went to sleep on Tarasha's advice, who promised me that the next morning he would give me some bases on fighting and monsters following my declaration of wanting to become an adventurer and explore this world. Before going to sleep, in addition to reactivating the easy mode and changing my clothes again, I looked at my inventory and I could not help ordering the weapons and items acquired from the inheritance well, I felt happy, rich and powerful but even a little cheater with everything I had acquired without any apparent merit, it was all so beautiful, I saw the titles that had been assigned to me, from [the one who wets the bed] to [the one who exceeds all limits] and the skills I had learned. The thing that intrigued me most was the magic but I had no idea how to use it, I was attracted by the [magic globe] and the [sacred tome] that I had in the inventory, in the description it was written that infusing the power of the soul in them you could learn the spell, I wasn't in the skin, I wanted to do a myriad of things but I also wanted to sleep to be careful the next day. Before going to sleep, I remembered that time I got an account of an MMORPG game in a closed beta from another player who had spent many months playing and therefore had obtained a high level and an inventory full of rare items. Obviously, it wasn't the same as finding yourself in a fantasy world but the feeling of being a cheater was the same. After this thought, I closed my eyes and since the interface and the chat didn't make me sleepy, I decided to temporarily disable them together with the easy mode, and finally, I fell asleep. (Tarasha): Girl, wake up, it's dawn, let's hurry otherwise all the high-level monsters in the woods will go to sleep! I woke up with Tarasha's words, the first thing I noticed was the need to pee and more. (Lily): where is the toilet? (Tarasha): hem ... unfortunately, there is no one in this refuge, you will have to go outside, do you have an armor in the inventory? No matter how strong a [level 99] is, I don't think you would be unharmed without having skills or magic ... Although I had a strong need to go to the bathroom I could not help but notice Tarasha's light robes, they were of a vermilion-colored fabric, tight enough to highlight its splendid curves which were accentuated more by the white band that had in life to which a small black bag was tied, but I had no time to admire them. (Lily'mind '): I have to go to the bathroom! (Lily): I think I have armor in the inventory, a second, I get dressed and I'm ready to go! I really needed to pee, after all, I didn't go to the bathroom since my previous awakening, if I ran my hand over my abdomen I felt swollen probably because of the fullness of my bladder: "it's a miracle that I didn't wet the bed in my sleep" I thought, moreover, I also felt a moderate fullness in the bowels, it was probably at least 4 days that I didn't take a dump. I desperately searched the inventory of suitable clothes to go out into a forest full of monsters, all while I had one hand on my thigh and the other firmly inserted into my groin. (Lily'mind '): I have to choose quickly otherwise I will have another accident ... but I must be careful not to wear too overpowered or too expensive clothes, I need something medium ... as Emily advised me. I could not concentrate too much because of my need, I felt my mind almost split in trying to stay focused and leave neither a drop nor a small fart to leave my body. Eventually, I left Emily's underwear on and put on an armor [Armor of the black dragon], it was a black armor that included a skimpy black top, a medium-length skirt and shiny leather ankle boots, I chose it because it wasn't a magical object but still gave fair protection. (Tarasha): hey ... but ... how the heck did you get such a thing ... Tarasha looked frightened again before me: "I probably exaggerated ..." I thought. Tarasha didn't even notice the pee dance I was doing, which further delayed my relief. We went down the spiral stairs and left the house, around me I saw a multitude of trees and plants of various colors that shone with the first light of dawn and that almost made me forget my urgent need. ~ prrffft ~ Until a dry fart reminded me of my situation. (Lily): oh sorry, could you wait a moment, please ?! (Tarasha): don't worry, go ahead ... but watch out for the monsters! I didn't even answer, I sprang behind a bush with some droplets of urine dripping between my legs, spread my legs and lowered the panties I went down into a squat and I began to pee at full strength, obviously being careful not to splash my skirt too much. ~ psssssssssss ~ about a minute passed and my flow was reduced to a thread, until it stopped completely, now that I was calmer I heard the pleasant song of the birds and the scent of the flowers which obscured the smell of the vapors of the pee puddle. ~ frrt ~ A mischievous fart warmed my buttocks and reminded me that I had not yet finished my business. Once I finished releasing the bowels I felt incredibly relaxed, emptied of my problems, it was a fantastic feeling to go and do my needs so outdoors like a fantasy world, almost exciting. (Tarasha): Lily! Alright? And while I was enjoying my moment Tarasha screamed my name and ruined the atmosphere. (Lily): yes! Wait a moment and I'm coming! I took some pieces of cloth from my inventory and cleaned myself, then I looked at the panties that I still had wrapped around my legs, they had a small dark pink stain but nothing that would not dry quickly, I pulled them up, I put leaves to cover the area where I made my needs and washed my hands with a bottle that I had in the inventory. It was not the first time (Lily): here I am, sorry if I made you wait, so what can you teach me? (Tarasha): it's up to you, you said you want to be the right adventurer? (Lily): yes, I would like you to explain to me how magic is used! (Tarasha): oh, do you attract spells? (Lily): yes, I would like to become a magician! (Tarasha): well, then first of all could you tell me how much mana and soul power you have? (Lily'mind '): I must be careful to say something credible ... I went to my status and checked my statistics: {Lily's Stats [MAX Level]} [Health Points]: 999+ [Health recovery]: MAX [Vitality]: 999+ [Stamina]: 999+ [Stamina recovery]: MAX [Resistance]: 999+ [Mana point]: 999+ [Mana Recovery]: MAX [Magic resistance]: 999+ [Soul authority]: MAX [Power of the soul]: MAX [Brain power]: 999+ [Come on]: 999+ [Agility]: 999+ [Dexterity]: 999+ [Vision]: 999+ [Self-check]: 999+ [Bladder]: 100 [Bladder fullness]: 4% [Bowels]: 100 [Bowels fullness]: 2% I wondered why they were present in separate statistics such as [Bladder] and [Bowels], however, it didn't take a genius to understand that my statistics were far beyond very good and therefore I didn't know how to answer: "maybe I should activate the easy mode "fortunately I thought. Once activated a mini description appeared next to my statistics, thanks to it I understood that the average human being [level 10] had about 30 [MP], the soul power, however, was more mysterious, in the infobox there was nothing, with or without easy mode, the same was true of [Soul authority]. I also decided to disable the easy mode because I wanted to enjoy the landscape without continuous analysis or suppression of the sense of smell. (Lily): I have 330 MP and would like to keep my soul power secret if possible. I thought that for a [level 99] 330 MP was right. (Tarasha): if you are telling the truth then I can deduce that you are a perfect [Level 99] balanced, interesting ... I agree on keeping secret the power of the soul, not even I will tell you mine. The chat at that moment gave me a warning signal, I opened it and read: (Chat): Skill [Absolute revelation] resisted; Skill [Absolute revelation] buys; (Lily'mind '): Do you want to see my statistics? It seems that without the easy mode activated you cannot see who is using the ability against me, but I still get the ability, interesting. (Lily): so what? Can you teach me magic? (Tarasha): if you mean primordial magic or sacred magic obviously not, but for arcane magic, there is no problem, you have enough MP to also cast prohibited spells, but first I would like to ask you something, do you have the skill [Chant]? I immediately went to check but I didn't. (Lily): unfortunately not, why? (Tarasha): because arcane magic includes 3 phases of casting a spell, Visualization, Chant and Activation, without the ability [Chant] unfortunately you cannot cast a spell ... apart from a few exceptions ... (Lily): and how do I go about acquiring it? (Tarasha): there are many ways, the easiest is to study at the magic academy and another widespread is to use a sealing object with the ability inside, the latter, however, is rare and its cost is high, probably it even costs more than the dragonic armor you wear. (Lily): What if I teach you the skill without having to go to the academy? (Tarasha): it wouldn't be a problem for me but it takes years to learn [Chant], it's not that simple, as far as I'm concerned I recommend you train with a weapon and then learn magic. (Lily'mind '): 2 years is too long ... (Lily): okay, so what weapon would you recommend me to use? (Tarasha): I see that you understand when it is not necessary to insist, as far as the weapon is concerned, obviously it depends on you, which weapon would you like to use? As far as I am concerned, I am skilled with both the ax and the long broadsword so if you choose one of the two I can help you more easily to learn the necessary skills. (Lily): I like the greatsword, so let's start? (Tarasha): Do you have a sword in your inventory? (Lily): yes most likely I have it ... (Tarasha): well, get it out. While I was looking for one of the various swords, one who had statistics on average Tarasha took from the bag that had tied a broad green metal sword at the waist as long as its height and with a width and thickness that made it seem truly imposing. (Lily): nice sword ... also ... is that bag bottomless? (Tarasha): I see you have an eye, yes this is a sword it is called made with ancient elven techniques and it is made of orichalcum, it is an enchanted bag with space magic, obviously, it has a capacity limit. In the end, after comparing several swords for more than a minute, I took out a simple enchanted steel sword, Tarasha's reaction was like what I would have had in the previous world if they had promised me the last smartphone as a gift and had presented themselves with a model from the previous year and second-hand, of course, I was happy because I didn't want to catch the eye. (Tarasha): I see that you have your weapon, to acquire the skill just train or kill an enemy with the aforementioned weapon, however perfecting it is difficult, there are two ways, the first is to use the experience and the second is increasing level, obviously, you who are already [Level 99] will struggle in both things, as regards the experience it is difficult to accumulate at high levels, also I do the extreme effort, as regards the level up it is rumored that for a human or semi-human to pass level 99 is impossible ... Obviously, I was not level 99 since I had no problems entering a number thousands of times greater, but this thing was comfortable in certain points of view, also I went to my status and took a look in the skills area, in addition to the skills I had I could notice that I had a practically infinite reserve of experience, I tried to enhance the unique skill [Space unit transfer], I noticed that skill had 10 levels of enhancement and that even by maximizing the skill my experience points did not conceal in the least. (Lily): it's not a problem, I just need to learn the skill, so to hang it I just need to kill a monster with this sword? (Tarasha): yes, for one of your level monsters in the vicinity should not be a problem even without magic or skills, the only being that probably can damage you is a greater Demon or a dragon but in my whole life they are beings rarely appeared. (Lily): shall we go then? (Tarasha): yes, let's see if you can keep up with me! Tarasha suddenly shot in the middle of the woods, her movements were perfect, thanks to my statistics I didn't make the slightest effort to run after her but thanks to my abnormal sight I could see how perfect her movements were, every step in the middle of the trees seemed to be expected 10 steps first. (Tarasha'mind '): he manages to stay behind me, incredible ... the people transported are unfair ... While we were running in the forest I saw many animals that I knew like deer and wild boars, and foxes but also animals that I had never seen as a large spider that made me shiver. (Lily'mind '): I wonder where we are going, running at this speed we would have traveled a very long space ... (Lily): Shouldn't I learn to use the sword? I asked after I approached Tarasha who stopped (Tarasha): I thought I'd take you for a ride through the woods, do you like it? (Lily): it's gorgeous! (Tarasha): And anyway you didn't acquire skills while running? Normally you should get the [Fast step] skill just by running, also running at a similar speed I wouldn't be surprised even if I had obtained directly [Flash step] together with some high-sounding title ... (Lily): I didn't get any skills or titles ... (Tarasha): normally for a person with few abilities it is enough to perform actions that put them in difficulty for (Lily): Well, I had no problem running, maybe that's why I didn't get the skill ... (Tarasha): no problem !? Nobody could stand behind me without magic or skill! (Lily): I don't know what to tell you ... (Tarasha): Okay now I'm going to stop surprising myself, however, there is little time, let's hurry! (Lily): little time for what? (Tarasha): to make the danger of this world-known at Level 99 you need a dungeon, in the center of the woods there is one and the door remains open only during sunrise, for this, we must hurry! (Lily): a dungeon? Not serving the preparations to enter it? (Tarasha): oh, don't worry, I prepared everything myself, however, we won't go deep, I just want to show you what kind of beings populate this world! (Lily'mind '): I don't really mind at all, I have always loved dungeons and mazes full of monsters where you can level-up safely, even if they are maximum level ... Tarasha and I arrived at the entrance of the dungeon, it was a simple hole 10 meters (33 ft) in diameter with 4 pillars on the sides and which had inside a spiral staircase of white marble, as soon as I put my foot on the first step the map changed, unlike before it was also completely empty, probably because it was an unknown place where I had never been. (Tarasha): ■■ [luminary] A globe of light formed in front of us. (Lily): wonderful! (Tarasha): it is simple basic magic, it will be useful since the dungeon in some areas is completely dark. We started to go down the stairs and shortly after I heard an uproar rumbling and a cold current of upward wind lifted my skirt exposing my panties. (Lily): what's going on? (Tarasha): probably the entrance has closed ... (Lily): wait for what?! ... are you serious? So we got stuck? (Tarasha): maybe I should have told you that we would spend the whole day here ... (Lily): well, it certainly wouldn't have made me unhappy! I said that even though the idea of exploring a real dungeon filled with excitement. (Tarasha): let's go, once you get to the tenth floor we will have a nice camp where to have breakfast! (Lily): I agree very much, I really want to learn some skills! We finished going down the stairs and we started walking through the tunnels, on the sides of them the colored crystals reflected Tarasha's sphere of light, it was truly a dream show, after a while, I finally saw a monster that could be attacked with the sword to acquire the ability. (Tarasha): Do you see Lily? Tarasha pointed to a bear-sized creature, he was turned away from us but we could still see the length of his claws sticking out from the sturdy arms covered with thick brown fur, however despite the imposingness of his body he was only level 16. (Lily): yes! (Tarasha): it is a giant mole, it is not a particularly dangerous monster, it is blind but manages to orient itself with the sense of smell and hearing if there is one, there are probably many others nearby, for two of our level even a hundred of them could not bother us in the least, but whatever the opponent we meet, I recommend you pay close attention! (Lily): I understand, maximum attention! (Tarasha): Now attack that mole, let me see how you handle that broadsword. After Tarasha's recommendations, I squeezed my weapon tightly and with a light step I approached the mole, it practically ignored me until I was right behind it, all the time I continue to dig the rock but when I was behind it turned and with the sharp claws probably tried to cut my neck, of course, I dodged the blow with extreme ease but nevertheless, one or two droplets left my bladder and moistened the crotch of my panties, it did not matter that the level of this monster was lower than that Tarasha or mine, the appearance and size of the monster scare me enough. But the small insignificant accident made my blood boil, mostly from embarrassment. Once I dodged the cops, I tightened the sword again and with an oblique swing I cut the mole in two parts, this emitted a suffocated and torn scream before falling to the sun with a thump that almost shook the ground, I remember that I thought: "that sucks "at the sight of the blood that sprinkled the floor but I recovered immediately. (Tarasha): congratulations, an excellent cut, have you learned any skills? (Lily'mind '): I hope I have no way of seeing that my bladder has betrayed me against an infinitely weaker monster than me! (Lily): unfortunately, it would seem not ... I read the chat for any unlocked skills but found nothing, to be sure I checked the list of skills but nothing new. (Tarasha): so if you don't need them you don't learn them ... to get you some skills we have to find a way to put you in difficulty ... (Lily): but basically, if I'm not in difficulty I don't need the right skills? Let's not worry too much, let me see rather the beauty of this dungeon or some other monster! (Tarasha): you're right ... I reasoned based on common sense that tells me that without basic skills you can't stay, but in the end, you're right, when you need it you will get the skills you need. Now be careful, they surrounded us! (Lily'mind '): you shouldn't say it with a smile on your mouth! A large number of giant moles were arriving in the tunnel, they probably felt threatened the moment they heard the dying cry of one of their kind. (Tarasha): you think of those in front of us, I will fix those that come behind us! (Lily): yes! The average level of giant moles was 20, I sprinted forward and killed 3 with a single horizontal cut, it was easy. (Tarasha): ■■■ [light body barrier] Tarasha put the weapon back in the bag, took a wand, and chose to use magic. (Tarasha): ■■■ [Multiple light dart] Once he killed about thirty giant moles I didn't see anymore, I turned around and vines Tarasha shining with green light as he launched with a wand a multitude of rays of light that pierced the moles from side to side, however, these did not die instantly and they were getting closer to Tarasha. (Lily): I come to support you! (Tarasha): no need, don't worry! As soon as the moles surrounded her, she put away her wand and pulled a golden halberd out of the bag, with a swing of her right arm she cut in half the entire group of giant moles that had approached her and put to flight the others who dug holes in the walls and disappeared. (Tarasha): I didn't want to use a magic weapon or a spell with area damage to avoid frightening them but I think the corpses are enough ... maybe they are too many ... (Lily): what do you mean? (Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace] A wave of light filled the cave and all the giant moles vanished. (Lily): amazing ... how can you keep all these moles ... (Tarasha): I took them only to use them as baits later, giant moles are not profitable, moreover, the consumption of mana to keep the subspace active is not insignificant, however, we will need them. (Lily): for what? (Tarasha): it's a surprise of course. Tarasha and I went deeper with other flights of stairs, we didn't meet other monsters, probably because Tarasha used some particular magic, he seemed to be in a hurry: "maybe he's hungry" I thought. (Tarasha): we have arrived, after this corridor, we will finally be on the tenth floor. (Lily): ok, so little time is left for breakfast eh. As they walked towards the ramp Tarasha grabbed my hand suddenly. (Lily): what's going on? (Tarasha): there is something big. (Lily): for example? (Tarasha): it looks like a mole but its level is higher than 50, it is probably a giant mole king ... The ceiling vibrated and a lot of sand and rubble fell, then from the wall to my right claws landed pointing to my face, I dodged them easily but the fright made me lose a jet of hot urine. (Lily): whaaaat! What is that?! (Tarasha'mind '): dodged such a shot without skill ... impossible! (Tarasha): You must know that older giant moles get retractable claws. The long and sharp claws retreated and after a while they resurfaced out of the opposite direction, this time the target was Tarasha who instead of dodging them cut them with the halberd making the monster growl that finally came out in the open, it was a giant mole of level 63, unlike the moles of before, his hair was gray and smooth, his teeth much more protruding and the burr dripped from his mouth. (Tarasha): Do you want to try to fight it? (Lily): okay ... I was slightly scared but I didn't hesitate for a second, I shook the weapon and with a vertical cut I tried to divide it in half as with the other giant moles, but this time it didn't go as I hoped, with its claws, it cut my sword, and subsequently he tried to hit me with them, even if I didn't expect it, I managed to dodge anyway, he tried to hit me again but Tarasha got in the way, with his bare fingers he grabbed the claws of the monster and with the halberd he hit him throwing him strongly on the wall and making the floor tremble. (Tarasha): Huff ... the magic of physical enhancement is exhausting! Finish the mole and put it in your inventory, unlike the ones before, this is worth a lot of gold coins, hurry up I really want to make a ... break ... (Lily): oh, okay ... I took a new sword from my inventory, this time a little better than before to avoid being left unarmed and I put the mole's corpse in the inventory after I gave it the coup de grace. As they walked towards the flight of spiral stairs I could notice a slight change in Tarasha's casual way of walking, it was as if she was trying to walk naturally and elegantly, moreover, the speed of her steps had slightly increased. We arrived at the spiral stairs and she asked me to go down first, I asked no questions and went on, once we reached the end of the stairs we found ourselves in front of a vault that emerged in a huge cave, unlike the narrow, dark tunnels and cramps on the upper floors here the atmosphere was peaceful, butterfly-like insects fluttered, there was a huge crystal on the ceiling that illuminated all corners of the cave, there was green grass on the ground and in the center, I could see a small mirror of water. (Lily): this place is amazing ... (Tarasha): I'm glad you like it, if you like you can go near the pond and find a space to have breakfast, I should hurry ... private matters ... It was then that I finally noticed that Tarasha probably needed to pee, I preferred not to ask questions and leave her her privacy even if in my mind the image of the beautiful Foxkin wetting her pants like a child passed through my head making me blush. (Lily): hem ... ok After a slight hesitation due to the anxiety of being alone, I decided to go to the pond to give Tarasha her privacy. She went away quite a bit, when I arrived at the pond I saw her still walking until she disappeared behind a rock. I sat on the grass around the pond and opened the skill log. Skill [coercion] Skill [death threat] Skill [Absolute revelation] Skill [Sevilathien's language] Unique skill [Space unit transfer]; Unique skill [Self-taught]; Locked skill [HIDDEN] To see if the hidden ability could be unlocked I tried to activate the easy mode, but no change, I tried to select the skill [Absolute revelation], it was level 1, I tried to use a skill point to enhance it and it became level 2, for level 3 ten skill points were needed, for 4 needed one hundred, etc., once taken to level 5 I stopped and tried to activate it, with a bit of concentration I managed it, I seemed to see in black and white for a moment and then everything in my view took on a different color and brilliance, the butterflies were blue and the green grass, in the distance I could see an intense purple light, it was Tarasha, I don't know how but thinking about his name its status. [ID]: Tarasha Tawakhir [Race]: Foxkin [Age]: 37 [Level]: 82 [Titles]: hidden [Work]: hidden [Hierarchy]: viscountess Visible statistics: [Bladder]: 73 [Bladder fullness]: 94% [Bowels]: 82 [Bowels fullness]: 61% (Lily'mind '): incredible! First Tarasha used this ability on me, how strange that he can only see some statistics ... Anyway, I was right, he needed to water the flowers ... As I watched the fullness percentage of Tarasha's bladder started to go down and I blushed thinking about what she was doing at that moment, it was then that I noticed something, on the numbers of the statistics there was like a pointer, as if I could write or to delete. "I could wait for his bladder to empty ... and then ... refill it?!?" A thought occurred to me that made me slightly excited and warm my cheeks. [Bladder fullness]: 10% (Lily'mind '): It doesn't seem to empty itself anymore ... I was about to rethink but in the end, I decided to try, I concentrated on the percentage and with an enormous effort I made it go up by two or three numbers, I was not satisfied and then I tried again but I could not make it go up, I took it as a challenge and I tried again and again, but unfortunately I lost track of time. (Tarasha): what is that expression? Alright? (Lily): Huh? And I found myself in front of Tarasha, which caught me off guard and with the deconcentration I deactivated the spell but not before adding a zero in the percentage that made it reach 130% (Tarasha): Ouch! What happens!? Tarasha crossed her legs and slumped to the ground. ~ psssssssssssssshhh ~ A continuous stream of urine poured into its vermilion dress which started to form a puddle. (Tarasha): ■■■■ [infinite storage subspace] The beautiful Foxkin activated the subspace in her panties to avoid further damage but already after 10 seconds of flow, she was completely drenched. (Tarasha): how did this happen? I who had witnessed the scene was completely speechless, I knew that I should have apologized but I didn't want to confess that it was I who caused her to have an accident, I felt guilty but I certainly liked what I saw. Her dress was soaked and shiny as her eyes where I could see embarrassment and confusion which then turned into intense anger. (Tarasha): Lily ... by any chance you? I'm not accusing you but ... you know I just emptied my bladder and it's impossible that it refilled again in such a short time! I did not know what to say (Lily): Tarasha I really ... actually ... I ... sorry ... I didn't do it on purpose ... I bowed my head to accentuate the effect of the apology and because I didn't want to meet his gaze. (Tarasha): so it was you eh? (Lily): are you angry? (Tarasha): absolutely not, if you didn't do it on purpose I can't be angry with you, do you think? Do I seem angry to you? He said it with a slightly forced smile but that still made me calm. (Lily): sorry again! (Tarasha): ■■ [Quick drying] The wet stain disappeared. (Tarasha): enough, let's pretend nothing happened, wines let's have breakfast now. Even if she seemed calm I had the doubt that she was quite angry, this because she didn't ask me how I had filled her bladder and that therefore she already had the answer or she was thinking of revenge, obviously they were only guesses, looking at her she doesn't seem angry just a little embarrassed, after a few minutes I stopped thinking about it and turned off the easy mode to enjoy the breakfast we would have gone for. Tarasha chose a place near the lake, from a subspace she took a table and two chairs and pulled a cloche, two cups, and a teapot out of the magic bag. (Tarasha): sit down Lily too. I sat on what was probably a wooden chair, the white color it had and the smoothing sensation it gave to the touch were those of marble, even the coffee table was of the same material, all with the spring atmosphere and the stone that illuminates the cave they brought me back to the times when I lived at my grandmother's house in the Alps, this made me feel for the first time a feeling of nostalgia, but the bad mood passed immediately and the joy pervaded me when I saw what was hidden underneath the cloche, while I thought Tarasha had uncovered it and now what I saw was a silver platter with a huge variety of pastries and various sweets on it, I noticed the sweets that I loved to eat in my old world, there were a croissant, a krapfen, a scone, and a danish pastry. (Lily): Tarasha, by chance these sweets are common in this world? (Tarasha): well, I think so ... obviously, they are not very popular because to prepare them you need expensive ingredients such as sugar whose refining is difficult and the production by spell consumes a good quality of magical power ... why are you interested? Have you seen them before? (Lily): yes, I had already eaten them ... I took a Danish in my hand and contemplated the skill with which they had been made. (Lily): did you prepare them yourself? (Tarasha): obviously, they are one of my specialties. (Lily): well then, can I taste it? (Tarasha): certainly. I took a bite. (Lily'mind '): truly delicious! (Tarasha): Do you like it? (Lily): it tastes fantastic! (Tarasha): well, I'm happy both to your liking, I prepare the Tea. Tarasha took spheres from the bag, looking more closely I realized that it was herbs and leaves understood and rolled upon themselves. (Tarasha): ■■ [Create water] The teapot filled with steaming hot water, Tarasha inserted the spheres inside. After a short time, he poured the liquid which had taken an amber color in the cups, sat down, and took a croissant. Without thinking about it, I took the cup and drank the contents in a few seconds, the taste was excellent, I didn't quite understand what herbs there were but it was delicious and perfectly matched the flavor of the Danish. Without thinking about it, I continued to fill my cup and gobble the tea until the teapot was completely empty. (Lily): sorry Tarasha, I could not hold back, congratulations also the Tea was very good. (Tarasha): don't worry so much I wasn't thirsty, besides I'm glad you liked it. She said it with a smile and a truly disturbing look as if she was plotting something, but I didn't give it any weight. After a relaxing chat we got up from the table and Tarasha put everything away, unfortunately, I didn't realize that he hadn't even taken a sip from his cup. (Tarasha): from here on, the floors will start from the hundredth, each level will be numbered and always decreasing in size, today we will go down by 50 floors thus reaching the fiftieth, get ready to go down! (Lily): I'm ready ... but I have a doubt, if we first met a level 60 monster, going down so low what can we meet? (Tarasha): do not worry, the giant moles are an exception, also what we have come down to now was not the real dungeon, but a simple entrance to it, you must know that the dungeon extends over a large surface and has more secondary entrances besides this main one. (Lily'mind '): I understand, this dungeon must be huge ... We crossed the whole cave to a huge statue, looked like a humanoid figure, was carved on a pedestal, and had no face. "Stand back," Tarasha said in a calm voice as she approached the pedestal of the statue. (Tarasha): ■■■■ [Mana transfer] A blue aura enveloped the fox woman who placed both hands on the pedestal of the statue. (Lily'mind '): incredible ... the statue moves! The aura had completely enveloped the statue and after that it had moved, leaving a corridor free with lanterns on both sides, on the architrave of the entrance there was written "100". (Tarasha): so close! I have almost used up my mana to get it moving, but thanks to that we will quickly get to the twentieth floor without having to switch between weak and annoying monsters. (Lily): what do you mean? Wasn't it supposed to be the main entrance? (Tarasha): it is but it is not used by anyone because, in order to enter the statue must be absorbed by a very high number of MPs, for this reason, all adventurers prefer the entrance near the capital or the one on the borders with the sacred empire of Lalostvane. (Lily'mind '): I wonder how big this dungeon is if it even reaches the borders with another country ... (Lily): out of pure curiosity ... how much mana did you spend to move the statue? (Tarasha): about 200 MP why? (Lily): two hundred !? Wouldn't it have been better for you to destroy it? (Tarasha): it is a statue made of a particular magic alloy, its hardness is very high and magic has no effect on it. (Lily): I understand ... you still need to recover mana? (Tarasha): don't worry, now let's go down quickly, I want you to fight some opponent worthy of the name and maybe learn the skill. We walked through the entrance and walked what looked like a tunnel hundreds of meters long, at the end of it there was a huge illuminated rectangular room with dozens of doors on the sides and another staircase in the center that went down. (Tarasha): from this level onwards there will be monsters, obviously, with their silly levels, they will be child's play but pay attention anyway. "okay" I answered After that, we went down again, this time the room was slightly darker but both in shape and color it was the same as that of the upper floor, this time however there was written "99" instead of "100". (Tarasha): this room is a safe place, there are two on each floor, however, to get to the next one we have to go through the territory of the monsters. We headed into one of the side corridors to the room, they were narrower than the tunnels where we met the giant moles and therefore I decided to change my weapon into a short sword with excellent statistics, Tarasha made my way, he seemed to know perfectly how to move in these narrow corridors. "scavenger rat," Tarasha said after turning immediately after turning a corner. (Tarasha): die! "Wow she's slain it instantly" this I thought after jumping backward almost losing control of my bladder. (Tarasha): sorry but unfortunately these beings remind me of a dark period of my life. (Lily): okay, don't worry ... anyway, what do you mean by dark period? (Tarasha): nothing special ... it's just that during my childhood when I was still a weak and defenseless child, these rats didn't make me sleep at night ... (Lily): in what sense? Couldn't your parents drive them out or put some mousetraps? (Tarasha): unfortunately, my parents sold me to a slave trader because they were too poor to take care of me, but I don't want to victimize you also because this is neither the time nor the place to talk about my past, so go on! Even though I didn't want to be indelicate, I couldn't help asking for more details, like when I liked a character in a game and wanted to discover his lore or like when I was delighted in finding a hidden quest. (Lily): So there is still market and slave trade in this world? oh, sorry if I touched a sore button, if you don't want to talk about it it doesn't matter ... (Tarasha): slaves are considered as commodities, and their value depends significantly on race, also because there have been laws that protect the health of human slaves, such as the one where I was born, but not being human, I do not I had the right to be subject to these laws. It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's just not the right time, also I warn you, among adventurers, there is an unwritten rule that forbids asking other adventurers from their past. (Lily): okay, I won't ask for more for now, but could you tell me later how a slave managed to become a strong warrior? "Maybe later" Tarasha replied with a smile. We kept going down the floors for at least an hour until we got to floor 81, we didn't meet particularly strong monsters, the one with the highest level was a rock worm level 22. In the descent, however, I realized two things, the first is that with my stats it made no difference to fight with the level 63 giant mole or a simple level 1 scavenger rat, the second is that I needed to pee, I had a strong stimulus even if I had freed the bladder less than 2 hours before and it was not a sort of suggestion because looking at my statistics I found: [Bladder fullness]: 83% (Lily'mind '): it is not possible! As I looked at the statistics from 83% it rose to 85%, I didn't understand the reason but I knew that in a short time I would have urinated. Being focused on my bladder doing some hopping dance on the spot and above all looking for a place where I could relieve myself undisturbed I didn't notice Tarasha looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a pleasing smile. (Tarasha): the next will be the 80th floor, from here on there will be no more room to go down but everything will be confused and without a map getting lost is assured. Tarasha spoke but my mind was focused on my bladder. Occasionally crossing my legs I managed to reach the 80th floor, there was a round room with the number 80 in the center of the ceiling, in correspondence to it on the floor there was a column made of a mysterious purple crystal and around it was the furrow of a circle. (Tarasha): this is the teleportation of the dungeon, activating it we would save the descent floor by floor but in addition to the disproportionate activation cost, we risk being sent to too low levels where the major demons live and where even I would struggle to survive, Lily, I wanted to put you in difficulty to unlock an ability but I doubt that even on the 50th floor there are opponents at your height, for this, I would like to use this teleport. (Lily): Do as you want ... there are no problems for me ... I couldn't concentrate, I had to pee "Tarasha, before going to fight can I" I tried to ask but was interrupted. (Tarasha): If only I had recovered enough mana to activate, I was stupid not to have thought about it ... wait ... Lily, you said you have 300 MP right? Could you give me some please? (Lily): certainly, but I don't know how ... (Tarasha): It's simple enough for you to do the same thing you did before but this time with mana. Tarasha said it with a neutral and stoic face but I could see a slight tinge of red on her cheeks, which made me look down and reminded me of my growing need to relieve myself. (Lily): okay I'll try ... I used the skill [Absolute revelation] but I could not see the mana point statistic, so I decided to use ten thousand skill points to get [Absolute revelation] to level 6, what I saw had changed, in addition to the living beings also the rocks had taken a bright orange color, however, Tarasha's visible statistics did not change. (Tarasha): Lily, can you do it or can't you? (Lily): wait a moment, please. I decided to further improve the ability up to level 9, now the colors made everything unrecognizable, I almost found it difficult to find Tarasha's silhouette also because of the growing need to urinate, I tried to activate the easy mode to try to simplify or understand what I saw, and in fact, as soon as activated everything seemed clearer to me, the color did not cover the surface of the objects but only made the contours shine making it more understandable, I also noticed that Tarasha and the column shone much more than the rest of the objects in my field of vision. I could see all of Tarasha's statistics: [ID]: Tarasha Tawakhir. [Race]: Foxkin. [Age]: 37 [Level]: 82 [Titles]: [ghost hero] [ex bandit leader] [killer] [thief] ... [Job]: magician, fighter, mercenary ... [Hierarchy]: viscountess. statistics: [Health Points]: 480 [Health recovery]: [high] [Vitality]: 28 [Stamina]: 100 [Stamina recovery]: [medium] [Resistance]: 27 [Mana point]: 46 [Mana recovery]: [medium] [Magic resistance]: 27 [Soul authority]: 2 [Power of the soul]: 17 [Brain power]: 82 [Come on]: 50 [Agility]: 30 [Dexterity]: 41 [Vision]: 18 [Self-check]: 24 [Bladder]: 73 [Bladder fullness]: 14% [Bowels]: 82 [Bowels fullness]: 65% I didn't realize that my need to water the flowers had disappeared into the utter void. I saw some not very nice titles but I didn't say anything, I could probably even delete them but I decided to do only what I was asked, I tried to write 300 MP but the meter did not go up more than 240, it was probably the maximum that Tarasha's body could hold. Then immediately afterward I tried to select the purple crystal column. Ancient artifact: [Name]: Ferryman's stone. [Manufacturer]: HIDDEN. [Owner]: Dungeon master. [Level]: 666. [Age]: Unquantifiable. [Description]: Hidden. [Property]: Hidden. Visible statistics: [Health Points]: 25000 [Mana point]: 0 While I was reading Tarasha after a jolt he spoke to me. (Tarasha): I'm speechless Lily ... I never thought I could do such a thing but now there is no doubt ... tell me did you use the skill [Absolute revelation]? (Lily): yes why? Didn't you just ask me? (Tarasha): I wanted to test you, I couldn't believe you could do such things, tell me how far did you take it? In fact, don't tell me! I could not stand the answer, however, it is incredible, I had doubts about how I had filled my bladder but I could not believe that the explanation was this! I thought inwardly of the scene of Tarasha slumped on the ground and then I realized that perhaps I had exaggerated but asked me in a too natural way, I could not understand that it was a test. (Lily): I don't know what to say to you Tarasha, I must confess that I didn't even realize how exaggerated what I was doing ... As I spoke I looked at the statistics of the column and thought that probably the best thing to do was not to talk about it further and continue with the exploration, so I wrote 240 MP and the column began to shine more intensely. (Tarasha): Lily! What are you doing!? stop! Stop! (Lily): I really ... Tarasha jumped towards me as if to grab me but did not have time and everything went dark. End prologue! It came out longer than I thought...
  2. A little Patented warning: There is some bullying, and it serves as a central point of the story, so if that's a turn off, I understand. However, these is no violence or any physical abuse or anything of the like, as well as no abusive talk or fucked up shit. It's quite tame, but the warning is here in case it deflates your bratwurst. ______________________________________________________________________________________ Lacey Emon, Daughter of Lord Emon, had never seen the inside of a prison. The only thing she knew about them were from the tales her family’s help told her. Based on those she imagined they were squalid, decayed, some place fitting for a pit where the criminals of Willoworth ended up. What she saw as she was guided through the stone corridors towards her cell was much worse - a horrid, grimy pit of a place, with the constant smell of mold and a lingering damp that made the tip of her nose wet. “What’s this one in for” Asked one of the guards in passing, a thick man wrapped up in layers of cloth and metal armour, scratching the stubble of his fat chin. “Another rogue mage - tore a rift open over the marketplace.” The guard leading her replied. “I’m not a rogue mage.” Lacey again tried to inform her, but for the second time today she was ignored. “Please, this is all a misunderst-” “Aye, aye. Let’s get going, criminal.” The guard nudged her shoulder, spurring on down the damp corridors. They passed halls of prisons cells, small chambers of stone barred off by strong steel bars. The torches on the walls burned, creating a hazy mist and a strong smell of burning wood. Through the ooze-filled cracks in the stone, laughter and joy could be heard in the city streets. For Lacey, it was like she had entered a different world, the walls only giving her a taste of the freedom that existed beyond them. “Here we are.” The guard said with a low growl, swinging open a barred steel door, the sound echoing throughout the prison. She put both her hands around Lacey’s shoulders and span her around. She unlocked the shackles around her wrists. They fell from her skinny arms and hit the stone with a metallic clank that echoed through the windward halls. Now that she had been freed from those horrid iron shackles, Lacey turned to guard again and attempted to protest her innocence. “Please, listen to me this time before you throw me in… there.” She waved a hand frantically toward the dark cell, where an unpleasant dripping emerged. “I’m not a rogue mage…” She started, pressing her palms together as if she was in prayer. Before she could speak any words in her defense, the guard showed her blatant lack of interest, scratching her arse with her baton. All this talk of defense seemed to be infuriating her, her face wading through the motions of impatience, her brow furrowed and a frustrated scowl fixed on her fat face. Of course she wouldn’t be believed. No girl who looked as cute and soft-faced as Lacey could convince a guard she was anything but a mage. Her soft, blushing cheeks, sharp diamond eyes and thin, but well-endowed frame spoke out to any commoner that she was either of noble birth… or a mage. And Nobility do not fall through rogue portals. The guard had heard enough and she pushed Lacey into her cell before she could say another word. She slammed the door shut, sliding the steel door along the rail until it rattled the wall. This was it - Lacey Emon, daughter of Lord Emon had been arrested. But being locked behind a steel door wasn’t going to deter Lacey. She was determined to try and tell her story, regardless of who it was she told or how bizarre it sounded. She grabbed the cold steel bars of the door and shook them. “If you’d just listen to me, you’d understand that I’m…” Finally, the guard had enough, growing frustrated and reaching for her baton. She grabbed it by the end she scratched her arse with and twirled around. Before Lacey could even flinch, she struck the steel bars with her baton. CLAAAANG! The bars rattled, shaking everything, even the stone. It was enough to shake the whole prison, but most importantly, it was enough to shut Lacey up. She fell silent the split second she heard that steel shattering clang ring out in her ears. “I’ll hear no more of your protesting, criminal.” The guard hissed, baton clutched firmly in her hand, ready to strike the metal again at a moments notice. There was anger brewing on her freckled face, and Lacey didn’t want to rile her up any more. She backed away slowly, staring into the guards wide, unblinking eyes. Not another word was said, the only sound was the sheepish steps of Lacey’s boots tapping on the stone. She backed up slowly, tiptoeing until she bumped her head against something. It was soft, with a small cleft that her head nearly sank into. It was like she’d hit her head against a pillow. “Well, who have we here?” A girl with a strong northern voice asked with a menacing tone, whispering quietly into Lacey’s ear. Lacey stood frozen in place, her heart pounding fiercely against her chest. Her knees were trembling. Had it suddenly gotten colder? She spun around slowly, coming face to face with the girl who whispered into her ear. At first glance, it was the girls heaving chest that drew her gaze. Only now was it obvious that it was her breasts that she had bumped into. She needed to look up to see the girls face. Her racing heart was beating faster, almost bursting from her chest. She noted the girls height, and how much taller she was - at least a head above her, with strong arms that she kept crossed, holding up her heaving breasts On her face, she wore a long, menacing grin, showing her teeth like a beast ready to devour its prey. Her eyes were hidden behind her fringe, like a curtain of black it was, stopping just on the top of her sharp nose. Her eyes were completely lost beneath her greasy black curtain of hair, which only added to the menacing aura that she presented herself with. The girl leant in, flexing her tremendous height over Lacey. Her nostrils flared up, like a confused creature sniffing at another. “We haven’t been introduced and already you’re trying to cop a feel.” She chuckled, her smile growing, and bit at the air, getting a touch too close. Lacey recoiled backwards once again, this time away from the girl. “That’s your new cellmate, Billie. Do try to behave with her.” The guard told her. “My new cellmate…” The girl’s grin widened again and she stepped forward, offering one hand to Lacey. “There’s no need to shaking, New Blood.” There was a piercing glare beneath that fringe; Lacey could feel it. “So, what’s your name?” With anxiously shivering hands, Lacey reached out and accepted Billie’s handshake. “L-Lacey.” “Billie.” The girl replied, smiling. Her handshake was firm, but friendly. Her smile was warm, even with a head of greasy black hair. But that friendly air the girl shrouded herself in was short-lived. “Now listen here, New Blood.” Billie’s face drained, leaving a stern, breaking stare. She leant in and whispered into Lacey’s ear. “I’m in charge here, what I say goes, is that understood?” Shaking, lacking the courage to muster anything beyond a whimper, Lacey nodded. “Heh…” Billie released her and pushed her backwards before brushing off her jacket. “Good. Stay quiet and we won’t have a problem.” After their less than desirable introduction was done, Lacey climbed up onto the top bunk and sat there quietly, wondering just how she’d gotten into this situation. For the next few hours, Lacey sat in silence, watching the world pass by from the barred window of her cell. Sometimes she’d listen to her cellmate who would be dealing with other inmates and on one occasion a guard who came to the door. She didn’t know what they were up to, and she didn’t care. She followed Billie’s orders to a tee - Staying quiet. Every now and then the guards would come by with water for both girls and Lacey gladly took it. She didn’t know if this was routine or Billie’s doing but again she didn’t care. She was happy to have something to fill her empty gut and she gulped it down gleefully every time it came. Finally, the day had passed. The clock in Willoworth Town Square rang for nine o’clock. Amidst the echoing chimes of the bells, something banged against the bars of the cell. “Alright, come on girls.” It was a guard, a tall, skinny woman with ginger hair wrapped up in a bun, tapping her baton against the steel bars. Billie, who was relaxing on her bed, counting out her earnings from the day, looked up at the guard and huffed with fair relief. “Finally… it’s about time.” She cursed, stifling some discomfort with a tight squeeze of her thighs. “I’ve been bursting for the last hour.” “Well the quicker you get your trousers on, Billie, the sooner we can get going.” The guard ran her baton along the bars again. “You, in the top bunk, get moving.” Lacey peeked over the edge of her bed, unsure what was happening. “Where are we going?” She asked, her voice reduced to a nervous squeak as both the guard and Billie looked up at her. From behind the curtain of her long black hair, Billie glared. She pulled up her trousers, squeezing her plump thighs and round butt into them and buckling up her belt. The whole time she didn’t stop looking at Lacey. “You really are a new blood…” She said quietly, sounding somewhat disappointed. “You didn’t hear? We’re being released.” She told Lacey, perking up with a dumb smile. “R-Really?” Lacey shot up, the excitement causing her skin to prickle. “Pfft!” Billie tried, and failed to stifle her snickering. She chuffed, and finally she couldn’t hold her laughter back, throwing an arm over her face and bursting out laughing. “No, you dolt! She’s taking us to the privy.” Her laughter grew and after a few seconds, Billie froze, her gut-splitting snickers ceasing in an instant. In what seemed like a desperate moment, Billie hobbled on her feet, shaking like her legs could no longer support her. She pressed her thighs together, the fabric of her trousers tightening around her crotch and defining the outlines of her womanhood. “Alright, come on…” She hissed, a crack in her vice. “I’m dying for a slash. Let’s go before I piss myself.” After the horrendous day she’d had, Lacey too welcomed a walk to the privy. Their cell had nowhere to spend a penny, save for a rusty old bucket that Lacey recoiled at when she was first feeling a niggle from her bladder and it seemed this would be her only time to use proper facilities for the day. At least being allowed to use the privy would give her some privacy, as well as some time away from her cell, from the lumpy mattress she’d been sitting on… and from Billie. All she had to pass the time was a glass of water to quietly nurse. When her glass was empty, it was about time for it to be refilled. When it was dinner time, she hardly had the stomach to eat the gruel they prepared for two reasons; one of them being that she didn’t wish to make a sloppy deposit in that filthy bucket in the corner of her cell. Billie happily scarfed down her meal, and Lacey’s, and the only thanks she got was Billie lifting her leg and ripping a fart so loud it rattled the wooden frame of their bunk bed. She wafted the air, giggling to herself like a juvenile and jesting that she was lucky it was a dry fart. It had been a whole day since Lacey had relieved herself; the shock of being locked up was enough to keep her mind off her bladder, but after all of that water, she was eager to sit down and take a pee. She scrambled down from the top bunk, brushed the dust from her dress and followed Billie out of the cell, listening to the steel door of their cell slamming shut behind them. The privy was located at the other end of the prison, and the long walk to it proved to be gruelling. The girls were escorted by two guards who couldn’t care less about Billie hobeling about desperately. They were happy to drag out the walk, and it felt like an eternity. Lacey tread slowly while Billie hobbled along beside her, constantly moaning about how she was about to water her skivvies. Finally, it got to be too much for her and she shoved a hand between her legs, grinning as she fondled her lower lips in an effort to stop her waters from flowing. Lacey however composed herself well in the eyes of company. It was a well-learned trait from her years and years of dealing with the pompous elite that her father associated with. There had been times she felt like she was about to burst, but she’d be made to stand there, legs crossed and her lips quivering until her father was done talking. This situation of secrecy reminded her of a time when she was younger, accompanying her Father to a formal meeting at a friends manor. The only thing Lacey could do while her Father droned on was drink glass after glass of juice until the two litre jug was empty. When she’d emptied the jug at last, she immediately realized that drinking so much was not a good idea. She’d grown desperate, almost bursting, to pee. Two litres of fruit juice had settled comfortably in her bladder and she needed somewhere to let it out. But it was a formal affair, and she knew she couldn’t openly announce that she needed to pee. Had she been familiar with the house, she may have wandered off to the lavatory herself, but she wasn’t, meaning she was forced to keep herself composed like a Lady should despite her growing urges. Her father kept talking, droning on about something or other, while Lacey stood by his side smiling. But beneath her formal attire was a girl squirming, her legs practically wrapped around one another as her bladder pushed against her, demanding relief. She’d lost count of how much time had passed before her Father waved goodbye to this friend and finally he allowed Lacey to be excused for the long carriage ride home. For the gruelling thirty minutes that she’d counted, nobody had been aware that the daughter of Lord Emon was just one misplaced step away from soiling her silken frillies. The carriage ride home took her through an unusually bumpy stretch of muddied roads, and with each bump knocking her bladder, she finally cracked. She couldn’t hold it any longer, each bump was just breaking her will down like a hammer against a wall. She cried to her carriage driver to pull over and without saying a word why, leapt out, sprinting toward a nearby grove, her whole face soaked in sweat, her breathing ragged and heavy as she flung up the hem of her dress and squatted down in a patch of petunias. However, just because she composed herself well, that did not mean Lacey was feeling any differently from Billie. Beneath her long skirt, she was holding back a fierce flood that left her legs trembling. All that water had hit her at once, like a violent wave striking the side of a boat. Finally, they arrived. An old wooden door at the end of the dimly lit hallway awaited them. From where they were standing Lacey could smell the privy and it was far from a bed of roses. She stuck out a tongue in disgust and covered her nose, refusing to pollute her nostrils with another sniff of foul air. That smell alone had her thinking if she really, REALLY needed to relieve herself. Never had she had to use such squalid facilities. A lady, even the bastard of Lord Emon, would not be caught dead submitting her bare arse to such a filthy box with her skirt hiked up and her silky delicates so near a disgusting floor. The thought of using the privy, especially since she hadn’t taken a pee since morning, was a sweet one that had Lacey’s lips curling with glee. In her head, she was envisioning the blissful relief she’d soon be feeling. But on the surface, she kept her expression blank, concealed beneath her auburn hair. Nobody but her needed to know how desperately she needed this. “Oh, finally~” Billie moaned, a crooked smile of pure bliss forming as she laid eyes on the door to the privy. She pushed the guards aside and rushed toward the door with her hands stuffed into the seat of her knickers. “Hey! Come on and get this door unlocked!” She yelled, pulling at the old lock with her free hand. Both guards exchanged frustrated glances and one of them made their way forward. She reached into the pocket of her long blue coat and took out an old rusty key. She began to twirl it, teasing Billie with the sight of it, smirking as she stared, almost hypnotised by it. Lacey waddled up behind them, shuffling uncomfortably as she too felt the growing pressure on her maidenly spout. She so desperately wanted to grab herself just like Billie had, but she couldn’t, she had too much pride for a childish potty dance. “Come on! Come on! Come ooooon!” Billie continued to cry, her face seething with impatience and riving at the locked door with both hands now. Her cheeks were burning a bright red and she held a pained expression on her sharp face, grinding her teeth. “I’m seriously about to go in my skivvies here!” The guard didn’t really care. Slowly, she leant in beside the lock and started fiddling with the ring that her keys were on. She continued to waste time and tease both girls by slowly picking out the right key and then slowly bringing it up to the lock. The keys rattled, clinking against one another, the sounds teasing both Lacey and Billie. They were forced to watch, both girls squirming in agonizing discomfort as the guard moved at her own leisurely pace. Lacey was still the better composed of the duo, and it was glaringly obvious that she didn’t have to pee nearly half as desperately as Billie, who at this point was unbuttoning her trousers to give the bulge of her bladder some breathing room. “Come on! Speed up!” Billie started to yell, her lips quivering as her fingers danced between the fabric of her trousers. “Get this door open or I’m pissing on the floor!” “Try it.” The guard mumbled under her breath. “I fucking will.” Billie hissed back. Ten seconds passed. Ten long, torturous seconds watching the guard raise her key to the lock, pretending to position it correctly, all while taking in a somewhat unethical pleasure in watching the two girls squirm. She turned the key and the lock clicked. The door swung open and beyond it was a sight that both girls savoured with an audible sigh - The privy. “Two minutes. Go.” The guard ordered, pointing to the box at the back of the room. “About time! I’ve got to piss like a racehorse!” Billie cried and pushed Lacey aside, rushing into the privy with ungodly speed. “W-Wait… we only get two minutes?” Lacey inquired, wondering if that was even enough time for them both to relieve themselves. What if they had to poop? Which thankfully wasn’t the case... At least for Lacey, but that didn’t stop her thinking about it. Before the guard could answer, Billie waddled back out, grabbed Lacey’s dress and pulled her into the privy. “G-Get in here.” She hissed through her teeth. The door slammed shut and the guard told them they now had only one minute and fifty seconds remaining. The privy was in a small room, and only after she was pulled into it and with the handle of the door fixed firmly between her buttcheeks, nearly violating her rear hole, did Lacey realize it wasn’t big enough to accommodate both girls. It was uncomfortable, and it was only made worse that she was packed in with a girl twice her size. A girl twice her size who was shuffling around, moaning and struggling to make space for herself so she could get her trousers down. It took Billie a few seconds, and through her struggle to get her knickers down she didn’t stay quiet. She moaned in discomfort and cursed like a sailor who’d stubbed his toe, all while wrestling the tight fabric of her trousers. Finally, she managed to get pull them down, though only an inch, revealing a slither of her buttcrack. She then managed, after banging herself against the wall, to pull them down around her knees. “Oooooh…” She moaned in success, jiggling her legs. This was when Lacey learned that Billie didn’t wear knickers, nor did she care about sharing a privy with company as she bent over, spreading her cheeks and giving Lacey an unflattering close up of her blinking brown eye. Lacey saw Billie’s rear hole give her a solemn wink, and she covered her eyes, hoping that she was quick enough to protect her innocence. She’d never had the… pleasure of seeing another girls butthole, and this wasn’t going to be her first experience. With her trousers wrapped around her knees, Billie spun herself around and hovered herself over the hole cut out on the top of the box. She wiggled her, aiming herself and plopped herself down over it, moaning in bliss as the fat of her buttcheeks sunk into the hole. The second she plopped herself down on the box, the clear sounds of hissing resonated in the small chamber. Lacey felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, and she gulped. That was the unmistakable sound of pissing, and she couldn’t believe she was sharing a privy with another girl while she relieved herself. “Oooooooh~ Ahhhhhh~” Billie moaned, the twisted grimace of pain on her face relaxed until she gave a dumb, relieved grin. “That’s heaven~” She sighed, leaning back and resting herself against the wall, spreading her legs. The feeling of relief was unmatched, unlike anything Billie had ever felt before. She felt her whole body grow numb, her legs growing wobbly like jelly. The relief could be felt right between her legs, from the spout where her water poured out like a bursting dam. A jolt of pure pleasure ran up her back, causing her to shudder. “Uuuu~” She sat, legs spread, revealing her ladyhood and the golden rainfall that fell from the slit between her legs. A few stray drops dribbled from a tuft of her pubic hair. Her stream intensified, a golden rain, long and thick, smattered the inside of the box and splashed her thighs with a strong sprinkling of pee while the rest fell into the murky waters below with quite the audible piddling. It sounded like she’d been holding the entire ocean inside her for the whole day. Billie may have been a tall girl, but even she couldn’t contain much in her bladder. Her stream seemed to never end. In fact, it seemed to grow in intensity, multiple streams sputtering from the pale slit between her thighs. Such delightful sounds. Lacey couldn’t help herself and soon she found herself gawking, watching Billie’s legs tremble gleefully as a shower of steaming piss fell into the darkness below. Pressed against the hole, her looks much pudgier than they really were. She certainly hadn’t been lying - she did have to piss like a racehorse. Like seven racehorses even. The small room resonated with an ever-growing hissing as her piss kept coming, pouring from her maidenly spigot like somebody had left her tap running. Suddenly, with a sharp-toothed grin, Billie clasped her legs shut, the fat of her thighs jiggling softly as she shielded her immodesties from Lacey’s leering eyes. Even when Lacey couldn’t see, she could still hear, listening to the muffled splatters of piss washing wood. It was still quite loud, even when it was muffled by the heft of Billie’s well-endowed thighs. “If you want to keep looking, it’s going to cost you.” Billie swept aside her fringe, showing her emerald eyes for the first time. She glared, her eyes burning as she gazed at Lacey. “I-I’m not.” Muttered Lacey, feeling a burning embarrassment that made her cheeks pink. There was nowhere else to look, but finally she forced herself to look away and up at the ceiling. At least a minute had passed before Billie finally finished. Lacey only knew a minute had passed because she’d been trying to keep count so she could know how much time she would have to pee, but she’d lost count after she started leering between Billie’s legs. The watery sounds of piss spraying against splintered wood came to a grand conclusion after what felt like an eternity to Billie. Now there was only silence, occasionally a dribble or two, and Billie let out a sigh of relief and shuddered, noting that it had been a good, and desperately needed piss. With a dopey grin, she clicked the heels of her boots together and played with a tissue in her hands for a second, much to Lacey’s dismay as each second she fiddled with that tissue was a second she could be using to pee. Billie leant back and gave her dripping wet lips a thorough wipe. “All done.” She said, throwing the damp tissue between her legs to join the rest of her waste. She got up from the privy and bent down to pull her trousers up. Again, she struggled to pull them up, wrestling with them and cursing quietly while her hands pulled at them. While she pulled her trousers up, Lacey looked past her and toward the wooden box. She could see the steam rising where Billie had doused the wooden insides. The smell of fresh piss was quite strong. A prison privy - this kind of foul deed would follow her for the rest of her life. She still flared up a bright red thinking about the petunias she peed on a few summers ago. “I need to go too.” Lacey squeaked and began her grand quest to inch past the girl twice her size. But before she could inch past Billie, a hand came toward her, barely missing her. The entire room shook. A fist struck the stone wall inches away from her face, hitting it with enough strength to leave a mark. Lacey leapt back, and the shock of almost being socked by a mighty fist caused a tremble in her bladder that was nearly enough for her to leak. “Where do you think you’re going?” Billie growled in a low, deep voice. Lacey felt her heart pounding against her chest, pure fear was dominating her body. “I… I’m using the privy.” She squeaked through a fearfully formed lump in her throat. That didn’t seem a convincing answer to Billie, who's dumb grin shifted into some far more malevolent, like a creature changing faces she drew a nefarious gaze. “I don’t believe I said you were allowed to use it.” Her smile had grown sinister, as if the devil himself were grinning. “Around here, if you want to piss, there’s a toll to pay.” “W-What toll?” Lacey stammered, struggling to remember a single utterance of a toll. “Y-You didn’t m-mention a toll.” Her legs were trembling, and she grew cold. “Didn’t I say earlier that I was in charge around here? If I say there’s a toll…” Billie paused, brushing aside her fringe and showing her glaring eyes. “There’s a toll. And it’s five silver.” “F-Five silver? To use the privy?” Lacey blurted out, struggling to keep her voice down. She’d never heard such a ridiculous thing in her life. But conversation wouldn’t suffice for Billie, who unfurled her free hand while the other continued to block off Lacey from getting to the privy. “Five silver.” She repeated. Lacey felt an unpleasant wince from her bladder that rocked her whole body. Perhaps it was from the stress of this torrid situation. She doubled over, pressing her hand against her dress and whimpered softly. This was teasing, more so than her bulging bladder could bear right now - the privy was inches from her and she found herself being barred from using it by a girl twice her size who demanded payment like some kind of Slumlord. “I… I don’t have five silver.” Lacey admitted through the weakest of whimpers. Suddenly, a horrendous shudder had her whole body shivering. Lacey bit her lip, her bladder trembling. Sweet relief was an inch away, and it was driving her crazy. She was itching, more than anything, to get her butt seated over that hole and just release, letting it all flow out of her. But it wasn’t meant to be, not while Billie was between her and the privy. Billie’s grin faded and she tilted her head, staring longingly toward Lacey like she was disappointed. “No silver. No privy.” She said with a solemn shrug of her shoulders. There wasn’t even the tiniest crumb of care for her cellmate, who stood doubled, pressing her hands deeper against the crotch of her skirt. “You can’t c-charge someone to pee!” Lacey continued to protest, knowing she was just wasting her time. “Oh, I can.” Billie said menacingly, leaning in, her warm breath heaving on Lacey’s neck. Her grin grew and she again uncovered her eyes. “Or else… this happens.” “What happens?” Lacey feared to ask, but she inquired anyway, her voice trembling as she feared the unexpected. There was silence, and a few seconds passed. Suddenly, there was a knock against the door, a loud banging that ruptured the steel. “Okay girls! Your two minutes are up! Let’s go!” It was only the guard, who continued to pommel the door and demand that the girls button up their kegs and leave the privy. To hear it was only the guard was relief to Lacey, who took a deep breath to steady her racing heart. The way Billie had spoken, she feared it was something far more sinister. The guard struck the door again. “Come on! Knickers up girls!” “Time’s up.” Billie giggled. She was right, and Lacey hated that she was right - Time was up. Lacey could only gulp, her face drawing a pale colour as the guard continued to bang on the door. This wasn’t fair, not in the slightest - she hadn’t even gotten to pee yet. She was still dying to go, her bladder unrelieved, but she knew the guards wouldn’t care. The guard kept banging, and banging, and banging. She had no choice but to come out, leaving behind the privy. The thought of having to leave the privy unrelieved did nothing but conjure up an undesirable feeling of fullness that caused the watery contents of her bladder to push down on her poor spout. Billie swept aside her fringe, and with a teasing smile gestured to the door with her eyes. “Better not keep her waiting. You don’t want yard duty.” Both girls, though it was only Billie who’d taken a piss, were done. Lacey left first, waddling out, struggling to keep her composure from cracking beneath heavy desperation. She tried to stand up straight, hiding her urge for a pee from the guards. Beneath her dress, her thighs were shaking, beads of sweat trickling down her bare legs. Her whole body had seized up, the pressure on her muscles was too much and she struggled to hold it. She could feel the sheer volume of her bladder pushing down against her maidenly spout, the only thing stopping a leak was willpower. She had no choice but to endure it. For now, she clenched any muscles she could, making sure her whole body was seized up. She felt the unpleasant twitches of her anus as she clenched. The guards were waiting, and the ginger haired warden looked her in the eyes, glaring with some uncertainty. “Done?” She asked. She wasn’t, but she couldn’t say anything. She knew they wouldn’t care. What was it to them that one of the prisoners didn’t drop her knickers and piss within their arbitrary time limit? “D-Done.” Lacey answered with a strained voice, gritting her teeth as she spoke. “And Billie?” The other guard, tapping her fingers against her baton. Before Lacey could answer, the privy door swung open and Billie emerged, buttoning up her trousers and meeting the guards with a shining smile, her eyes once again hidden beneath her fringe. “Right here.” She replied cheerily, stretching out her arms. “Well that was certainly refreshing, nothing better than a good piss before bed.” “You’re all done then, Billie?” The guard asked again. “Yep. Tank’s empty and I’m ready for bed.” She patted her pudgy tummy and sighed. “You too?” The guard raised her baton in Lacey’s direction. Again, before Lacey could reply, she was interrupted as Billie wrapped her arm around her shoulder and pulled Lacey close, bringing her face delightfully close to her heaving chest. “She’d done too.” She pet Lacey’s stomach, causing her bladder to twinge and Lacey to whimper quietly. The guards didn’t seem to notice the discomfort she was in and they walked the girls back to their cell. Again, they were led with one guard in front and the other behind. As they walked past the courtyard, Billie walked up beside Lacey and whispered in her ear. “No need to worry. They’ll be back to take us to the privy… in the morning.” She cackled mockingly and patted Lacey on the back, again stirring her bladder, stirring violent discomfort between her legs. “In the morning…” Lacey whimpered, the very thought of enduring a whole night was enough to make her spigot quiver feverishly. A whole night lying in bed, restrained to her cell, denied the relief her bladder so sorely needed. They returned to their cell, the guards slammed the door shut and left the girls to their beds. Billie threw off her trousers, kicked them across the room, once again showing off her long soft legs and jumped onto her bed. She lifted her legs up, again giving Lacey an unflattering view of wincing hole, and turned on her side. “Have a fun sleep, and make sure you don’t piss the bed.” She cackled. Lacey ignored her, though she couldn’t promise that she wouldn’t wet the bed, not right now. But she didn’t want to think about it. She climbed up the ladder to her bed and lay down on the lumpy mattress. Without anybody to see, Lacey finally lifted her dress and lay there with her hands sandwiched between her thighs, holding herself. At night the city was quiet. Unnervingly so. Nothing could be heard but the cawing of the crows in a nearby belltower. The streets were still, the only motion came from the flickers of the flames in the lanterns, and the buildings were dark, their curtains pulled over and the lights out for the night. There was nothing for a girl to do but be deep within her own thoughts. Unfortunately for Lacey, who lay there with her hands still sandwiched between her thighs, her fingers and palms hot and clammy with sweat, she struggled to find anything pleasant in her thoughts. Her mind was firmly fixed on one thing and anything she thought of brought her back to one thing - the dam that was about to burst in her knickers. Thoughts of the pleasant countryside beside her family home became nothing more than thoughts of the long, stretching grass, the precious privacy they offered, perfect for a desperate girl to hike up her dress and squat down in. She recoiled at the thoughts in her head, wrapped up thinking about herself squatting down in a tall patch of grass, the wind blowing against her nethers as she took a long, relieving pee outdoors. Thoughts of her days to the market with the maids quickly delved down into visions of herself crouched behind one of the old buildings, marking the old stone wall with a nice, hot stream of piss in the cold winter air. It was all too much; for both Lacey and her bladder to bear. Eventually, she stopped thinking. She lay awake, staring up at the stone ceiling of her cell. Beneath her in the bottom bunk, Billie was fast asleep. Even if she wasn’t plagued by the bursting keg that was her bladder, Lacey felt she would’ve found it difficult with that “creature” sleeping in the bottom bunk. She snored like a beast possessed, growling and sometimes snarling in her sleep and that still was not the worst of it; Every now and then she’d grunt and rip a fart so violent it would rattle their bed and once she was done she’d sigh happily and start snoring once more. And then, Lacey started thinking once again. Billie - she was in this situation because of Billie. What she wouldn’t give to have shown some bravery earlier, some balls, to have pushed that brutish bully aside, telling her to stuff that toll where the sun don’t shine, and sat down on the privy to a long-awaited pee without listening to a single word of that toll nonsense. But she wasn’t that kind of girl. She was nothing like her siblings; she couldn’t handle confrontation, she never showed the courage or resolve they did. If it had been either of them, they would have thrown Billie out of that privy with her trousers still wrapped around her ankles. Once again, perhaps for the fifth time tonight, Lacey felt the weight in her bladder pushing down on her maidenhood. She bit down on her lower lip, cringing at the overwhelming discomfort. It was closer to pain than anything she’d felt tonight. She had to do something, she could feel her spigot twitching, growing closer to a relieving leak. In silence, she lifted the hem of her dress and lowered her hand, pulling aside the silk of her knickers and slipping the tips of her fingers between her lower lips, feeling the clammy heat against them. With a soft whimper as she entered herself, she pressed her fingers against the soft pink of her maidenly spigot and pushed them against herself. It offered her some relief, but it wasn’t enough. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping her hands between them. Her legs were hot, the feeling of sweaty fat wet against her wrists. There was no way Lacey could do this all night - writhing in her bed with her fingers pressed between her lower lips, fingering her maidenly spigot. It burned, she could feel the weight of the water in her bladder pushing down on maidenhood again. She grimaced, letting out a soft moan as a strong wave swept over her whole body, causing her to press the palm of her hand against herself. “Uuuu…” She whimpered, shuddered like she was cold, and turned on her back. It was getting worse. She was fighting a war against herself, and the pushes were getting worse. The waves of desperate that sent her into feverish fits were close to breaking her. Her bladder was begging for relief, and she was only one bad shiver away from leaking. At best, Lacey imagined she could only last another half hour or so, and that’s being generous. She could feel it between the soft shivers of her clammy thighs; all it would take was a wave strong enough and her whole body would cave, her muscles would give in to the temptation of sweet watery relief and she’d soil herself. There was no choice: If she wouldn’t be allowed to use the privy until morning, then she’d have to find… other methods of relieving herself. Thankfully, there was one solution that Lacey had been eyeing up for a while, though she detested the idea - An old rusted bucket in the middle of her cell. She rolled over onto her side and gazed at the bucket, staring at the splintered wood in the moonlight. It was a sight as tempting as any, one that made Lacey’s lip quiver as it conjured thoughts of sweet relief. “That’s w-what it’s there for… r-right?” She told herself. Never in her life had she used a bucket as a lavatory, and up until now, right when she was on the verge of yellowing her pristine silken knickers, she’d never entertained the idea. They weren’t acceptable vessels for a lady to tinkle in, but desperate times called for desperate measures and as she felt an impatient twinge between her legs, Lacey knew this was as desperate a time as any. “I’m going to do it…” She whispered, steeling herself from the shame of what was to come. After taking a deep breath, she threw aside her sheets and shifted slowly across her bed and toward the ladder. She climbed down, one hand on the ladder and the other between her legs, plugging her spigot. The snoring beast did not stir in the bed beneath her. Billie lay unconscious, her blanket thrown aside, draped on the floor, revealing her naked legs glimmering in the moonlight. It appears she didn’t enjoy sleeping with her knickers on either, the only covering she had between her legs was the hem of her long white tunic and even then Lacey could still see tufts of black pubic hair above her slit. It seems didn’t enjoy shaving either. Lacey slowly placed a foot on the floor, and immediately recoiled in surprise as her bare feet met with stone as cold as ice. “Eep.” She cried out, suppressing it by covering her mouth. Still, Billie didn’t budge at the sound. She groaned, her lips twitching, and rolled on her side. She reached behind her and stuck a hand between her round, pudgy cheeks. She started to scratch her arse, digging her fingers deeper between her cheeks and giving her hole a good scratch. Her dumb grin returned as her fingers seemed to go deeper than Lacey cared to think about. While Billie scratched her arse, Lacey stood in the shadows, waiting for her to stop. She’d stopped moving, freezing in place the second she’d heard Billie stirring. “Oooh…” Billie sighed, pulling her hand out from between her cheeks and rolling over onto her other side, now exposing her pale arse to the moonlight. “Okay.” Lacey sighed, wiping a nervous bead of sweat from her forehead. “Uuu… I really need to pee.” She whimpered, her clammy thighs quivering, struggling to support her weight. She stared at the bucket across the room, grinning as she fantasized about the relief she was about to experience. Just a few steps and she could pee to her heart’s content. However, upon taking her first step, she felt something grab her wrist. She had no idea what it was, and the only response Lacey could muster was to leap up in fright. It took all of her strength, both mentally and physically to stop a fearful leak from escaping. She yelped, her whole going cold. Once again she stood frozen in fear, the only part of her that moved during this frightful ordeal were her lower lips, quivering as they longed for that first taste of relief. “Where are you off too?” It was Billie, and she didn’t sound too happy. Like a rat caught in a trap, Lacey didn’t move. She remained silent, refusing to make any sound even as Billie tightened her grip around her delicate wrist. The only response Lacey could muster was to bite her lip. Fear was causing her to struggle, wrapping her tongue up in knots like a ripe. She couldn’t speak a word. “Out with it!” Billie yelled, tightening her grip around Lacey’s wrist. “I… I need to relieve myself…” Lacey finally mustered the courage to speak, though she was timid like a mouse. “Is that so?” Billie relinquished her grip on Lacey’s wrist and pushed her back. Judging by how she spoke, Lacey could tell she was grinning, and not in a friendly way. “Well, we’re not allowed to use the privy until morning, so where are you going to do it?” “I…” Lacey smacked her lips, feeling her mouth go dry. “I… was going to go in the… in the bucket.” Never had any words sounded so shameful - A Lady, a Noble, a child of Lord Emon and she was forced to admit to a commoner that she intended to take a pee into a rusty old bucket. The very instant she heard Lacey say the word bucket, Billie’s grin grew from ear to ear, the moonlight adding a sinister air to her smile. It harboured intentions that Lacey couldn’t even begin to imagine. “That bucket over there?” Bille said, pointing a finger toward the bucket. “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m quite fond of that bucket. It means quite a lot to me.” “I… what?” Lacey had no idea how to reply. What kind of person was sentimental for a rancid old piss bucket? What kind of nut job had she been locked up with. “But I suppose if you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go. You’re more than welcome to use it.” She grabbed Lacey’s arm again and this time pulled herself toward her. “For three silver.” “E-Excuse me?” Lacey again was lost for words, but deep down she knew she should’ve expected this. This wasn’t the first time Billie had tried to get money out of her. Still, even when she heard it the second time, that did not stop it from sounding as absurd as hearing it for the first time. “You heard me.” Billie giggled. “The bucket costs three silver.” “That’s ridiculous!” Lacey blurted out. “That’s as ridiculous as charging me five silver to use the lavatory! I’m not paying that!” For once, Lacey stood up for herself and refused to listen to another word. She stormed off toward the bucket, her hand fiddling beneath her dress to get her knickers down. However, she only made it a few more steps before she was again interrupted. A tall shadow cast itself over her. When she turned around, she saw Billie sitting up on her bed, her smirk fading. Even she was sitting down she looked tall, and without pants and the majesty of her untrimmed bush on view, she was still a terrifying presence. “Three silver.” She repeated, baring her teeth like a snarling beast. “Take it or leave it.” “I don’t even have three silver!” Lacey huffed. “How on earth would I even get three silver in here? They took my purse when I was arrested.” With a lewd grin, Billie gave her slit a gentle pat. “That’s not my problem.” She giggled. “When you’ve got silver we can do business… well, you can do your business.” She lay back down in her bed and turned on her side. “Until then… you can talk to my arse.” No, this time Lacey wasn’t going to let herself be bullied by this brute of a girl. She’d already let herself get into this horrible situation and she wouldn’t stand for it any longer. She was dying for a pee and nothing was going to stop her from using that bucket. With a stalwart gaze on her face, Lacey sucked up any fear she had left in her and charged onward toward the bucket. “Well… y-you can’t stop me.” Lacey said, holding her head up high. Maybe it was just from being so desperate, but she was going to let nothing stop her. She would pee! The bed frame moaned, creaking under Billie’s weight as she once again sat up. “What was that?” Her voice was cold, like a deadly beast had been awakened from its slumber. That cold, merciless voice was enough to cause Lacey to freeze. The Noble stood, feet rooted to the ground by fear alone. She trembled, a fearful shiver running up her body. She was almost certain she felt a leak escape. “Hehe…” She giggled nervously, the colour draining from her face. “I said,,, y-you can stop me, and I’ll just be going back to bed.” Lacey’s attempt at bravery though valiant, had failed spectacularly, and with quivering lips and a bulging bladder unrelieved, Lacey dragged herself back to bed. Denied the use of the bucket, Lacey waddled back to bed, doing her best to conceal how desperately she needed to go. She may have failed at being brave, but that didn’t mean she was going to give Billie the satisfaction of seeing her break under her stupid rules. It was a struggle, a truly monumental struggle for the Noble. She kept her thighs squeezed tightly together, letting her clammy legs rub against each other. It caused her to walk awkwardly, like her feet were weighed down. Each step she took was a violent knock against her full bladder, giving her a cruel reminder of how full she truly was. She could feel a small bulge protruding from her lower tummy. It was hard like a rock. Her bladder couldn’t hold anymore, she was right at her limit and she had to let it out. Somewhere. If she couldn’t do something soon, within the next few minutes at the most, she knew how this would end - with a sopping wet pair of knickers. She climbed back to the top bunk, taking a moment to push herself against the ladder as a powerful wave against rocked her whole body. The only relief she got from the cry of her bladder was the pressure as she pushed the rungs of the ladder between her legs. Once she was back in bed, Lacey lay down on her side, fearful of the pain she’d feel if she dared to lie down on her tummy. Between her legs the urges welled like a powerful storm. A strong, watery wave rocked her little boat. Again, she crossed her legs and pressed her fingers up against her spigot, plugging her maidenly spout. She ground her teeth until the discomfort passed. She tried to think of a solution, something she could do to appease Billie. There had to be something she could do to forgo paying her stupid toll. She rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling, lying in deep thought for a short while. All day Lacey watched Billie dealing with people, though she kept it to herself. All she knew was that Billie was selling things and once the day was over, she happily counted out the silver she’d made. Suddenly, Lacey had an idea. Maybe that was it - If Billie fancied herself a “merchant” then perhaps she’d be open to some light bartering. Being the daughter of a Lord, Lacey had plenty to trade; even her skivvies though soaked through with sweat, were worth more than a measly three silver. She turned on her side and gently inched herself to the edge of the bed. “What if we traded?” She asked, her voice frail and soft now that she was at her limit. “What if we did?” Billie replied with a clear tone of disinterest. Lacey was struggling to talk already. Every ounce of strength she had left was focused between her legs, clamping off her quivering dam and keeping water where it belonged. She couldn’t even argue. All she could do was hit and hope, praying that Billie would want something in exchange for letting her pee in the bucket. “My boots… Dragon Leather - that’s worth way more than three silver.” She whimpered, grimacing as she heard the desperation in her own voice. “Dragon Leather?” As from a dragon?” Billie inquired, now sounding somewhat interested. “Y-Yes.” Lacey whimpered, biting down on her lip. “They’re yours if I can u-use the bucket.” There was a moment of silence, one that lasted longer than Lacey would’ve liked. “Yeah right.” Billie scoffed. “Do you think I’m that gullible?” She lifted a leg and ripped a bed-rattling fart. “That’s all I’ll offer you for your “Dragon Leather” Take it or leave it.” “Ooh…” Lacey whimpered, defeated. If she wanted to appease Billie, she’d have to bring something better than her boots, and there was still something that she had to trade. The very thought made her blush, and if she wasn’t on the brink of pissing herself she wouldn’t have considered it. “Well… w-what about… my k-knickers? R-Real Veruvan silk.” “Your skivvies?” Billie said with a cackle. “Actually…” She went quiet for a second, obviously absorbed in thought. “Tell you what, I’ll buy your skivvies off you. If you piss in them.” “W-What!?” Lacey nearly screamed. There were no words to describe how she felt hearing something so vulgar; her cheeks flared up red and suddenly she felt faint. “If I piss myself!?” “Yep.” Answered Billie. “There’s quite a few people who’d pay a fortune for a pair of soiled skivvies.” Lacey didn’t need any longer than a second to give her answer. “I’m not going to sell my soiled underwear to you!” She yelled. “That’s a shame.” Billie yawned and the frame of the bed creaked. “You know, with all this talk of pissing, it’s making me need to go.” She stood up from the bed, scratching her arse sleepily. She strolled across the cell, toward the bucket and kicked it into the moonlight. She stepped into the light, making sure Lacey could see her. Only her chest was covered, and in the silvery light her arse glimmered, as did her strong legs and bare feet. At first, Lacey hadn’t noticed that Billie had quite the legs on her, though the only time she had seen them was when Billie was seated on the privy. Her legs were strong, but slender, growing slightly plumper around her thighs and butt, drawing attention to her rear. When she turned around, Lacey could again see Billie’s maidenhood, her lower lips clearly visible beneath the hem of her tunic, surrounded by a forest of pubic hair. Billie hovered over the bucket, wiggling her plump backside over it, savouring the next few seconds. She lowered herself down and plopped herself down atop it, the fat of her thighs slowly sinking into the aged wood as she shuffled her butt to get comfortable. Then, the faintest sound of tinkling resonated between her legs “Ahh~” She sighed. She lifted her head back, sighed, and played with her hair as she did her business in the bucket. She bit down on her lip and strained, the trickling between her legs intensified, growing heavier, like a heaving downpour she pissed a mighty stream against the wood of the bucket. “Ooooh~” She sighed again, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her thighs and her chin on her hands. Lacey gulped, the sounds proving stressful on her poor bulging bladder, cutting right through her. As Billie’s water splattered noisily against the bucket, the sound resonating loudly through their cell, Lacey seized up; she wrapped herself up, almost curling into a ball and lay with her knees pressed right up against her face. She let out the weakest whimper and squeezed her legs as tightly as she could, crushing her hands between the clammy fat of her thighs once more. It was such a tantalizing symphony of sounds. It sounded like Billie was enjoying herself. Lacey could bear listening any longer. She buried her head into her pillow, muffling the watery splatters raining from Billie’s spigot. Her whole body was stirring, writhing, wriggling, all under the sheets of her bed as she forced to listen. A few seconds passed, though to Lacey it felt like an eternity. Time seemed infinite, like she was to be locked in this position - curled up in a ball, shivering, her fingers digging between her lower lips. Billie filled the first few inches of the bucket, the sound of piss pattering against the wood turned to a light splashing as her stream was now striking the fresh puddle she had produced. “Ahh~” She let out a hearty sigh, shifting herself on the bucket and spreading her legs. She lifted herself up, half-squatting over the bucket to allow Lacey a teasing glance of her stream in the moonlight, letting her witness that which she so desperately desired. The sounds Billie made - the sweet sighs of relief, the heavy splattering of piss against wood, it weighed down on Lacey, breaking down not just her bladder, but her whole being like a hammer against the most feeble of stone. She turned to face the wall and pressed the pillow over her ears until she could hear nothing. What Lacey wouldn’t have given for Billie to just disappear. If she did, then she’d be free to hike up her dress, kick down her knickers and plop her butt atop that filthy bucket for a good, long, unending piss. She was spurred on by teasing thoughts until she could envision it, her maidenhood quivering feverishly at the thought. She was pushed to the brink of soiling herself, the thought growing ever more tempting just so she could savour the delicious relief after being forced to hold it for so long. And then, under pressure, Lacey did something she’d never done before. Against the watery noises of Billie pissing, she blurted out the words without first thinking. “I’m Lord Emons bastard!” She said, clear as day, her cheeks burning and her heart racing a mile a minute. She was sworn to never reveal she was a bastard, and she’d never admitted it before, let alone to some peasant perched atop a bucket taking a piss. Billie heard her, and she went into a position of deep thought. She sat on the bucket, the sound of piss quietly tinkling beneath her and rested her head in her hands. “Good to know, but what’s that got to do with anything?” She shrugged her shoulders without an ounce of interest. “It means that I can pay you handsomely - Whatever you want! Gold? Gems? A pardon? Name it and you can have it… if I can use the bucket.” “If you can give me a pardon, why are you still here?” She leant forward, now resting her hands against her bare knees and sitting with her legs crooked. “Surely the daughter of a Lord wouldn’t be spending the night in jail?” “She’s smarter than she seems.” Lacey muttered to herself. She knew she couldn’t say anymore about what had happened. “It’s… complicated.” She replied. “Uh-huh.” Billie shook her head, completely unconvinced. “Well none of what you’re offering me does much when I’m in prison, does it?” There was a quiet sound like cloth being torn. “You’re promising me a pardon while you’re still locked up?” She chuckled. “Even better you’d sooner give me a pardon than three measly silver?” “I’m promising you a lot… more than three silver.” The burning between her legs intensified to the point Lacey was forced to press herself against the mattress, crushing her hands between herself and the mattress. “But you… only get it… if… if I can use the bucket.” Billie stood up, spread her legs, and wiped the dribbles from between her legs, thoroughly wiping as if she was caressing herself. “Oooh… nothing better than a good piss, right?” She said with a feigned moan, her only intent being to tease Lacey. “Just sitting down and letting it all pour out of you. It’s so refreshing.” She raised her arms and stretched. “I really needed that.” Her teasing continued to strike at Lacey, digging right down to her core. Billie was right - there was nothing better than a good piss. It caused Lacey to think only of the intense pressure pushing against her spigot, the shivers around her lower half as her muscles grew weak, and worst of all, the hot spurt that she had accidentally let leak into her knickers. “Are you even listening to me?” Lacey hissed, the desperation burning through her. Her Cellmate clearly wasn’t. Billie stood for a moment, scratching her maidenhood and sighed once more. She said nothing, slowly lifted the bucket so the sloshing of its contents could be heard quite clearly, and made her way to the barred window at the corner of their cell. “Hey!” Lacey continued to try and get her attention. Billie continued to ignore her and emptied the bucket out of the window. Her piss rained down onto the streets below, hitting with the stone with a mighty splash. That big watery splash wasn’t even the worst part for poor Lacey, who fixed solely on the sound of dripping as a tiny puddle dribbled from the window and down onto the floor of the cell. Drip! Drip! Drip! It fell slowly, in a rhythm, every few seconds. Drip! Drip! Drip! Relieved, Billie strolled back to her bed, patting her tummy. “Not to worry, you’ve got a couple of hours until morning, so either pay the toll or try to hold it until then.” “Ahh~” Lacey squeaked, her whole body trembling at the thought of waiting even a few more minutes, let alone a few hours. And then, it happened again. Lacey felt her lower lips twinge and then suddenly she felt her fingers growing warm and wet. Her eyes widened in fear, but this time she did nothing to stop it, letting it happen. Slowly, it trickled down fingers, along her palm and fell onto the lightly soaked silk of her knickers. She’d leaked again, this time there was more, covering her whole hand. She couldn’t even feel ashamed about it; the relief was just too good, enough that covered her face with her pillow and moaned quietly into it, hiding her relieved cries. “Oh, silly me, forgot to do something.” Billie sighed and got up from her bed once again. Something rattled and then Lacey heard a metallic clink. She opened her eyes and against the stone wall, she saw a shadow, something small and square, dangling from the ceiling. Hey eyes widened, the sight of that swaying object made her spigot wince once more, and again another spurt escaped, dousing her fingers with a fresh dribble of warm piss. “Uuu…” Lacey moaned, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs feebly, without any more strength. It was the bucket; Billie had hung up the bucket from an old lantern hook on the ceiling. It was up high, at a height that only Billie could reach. There was no way Lacey would reach it, even on her tiptoes. That was it, that was the sign that she may as well give up. “Well good night.” Billie said with a feigned tone of kindness. As soon as Billie fell back to sleep, Lacey let out a soft whimper. She writhed around in total agony, whimpering. Her lips quivered and she could only quell it by biting down on her lower lip. Between her sweaty, squirming thighs, her damp fingers wriggled deep between her lips, pressed against her dripping wet spigot. She fingered her soft spot with as many fingers as she could, using whatever strength she had to keep another spurt from spilling into her knickers. She could still the last two soaking into the silk of her knickers, giving her lower lips a soft, wet kiss. The next leak would be more than a leak. Lacey could feel it. The next one would be her undoing, the turning of the tap that lets the water run free. She pushed her fingers deeper, right to the tip of her spigot, until they could go no further. She could feel that final leak coming. This was it. She could feel it as her bladder twinged. Her whole body was growing weak and at last she had no more strength to stop it, all of her willpower too had been extinguished. She was going to wet herself, a grown girl, a Lady of Lord Emon’s court and she was about to piss the bed like a little girl. All there was left to do before the inevitable soiling was to bury her head deep in the rough fabric of her pillow, hiding herself within the darkness. Lacey pushed her face into the pillow; she didn’t want to see the world while she was doing it. A tear ran down her cheek and soaked into the pillow; she squeezed herself tighter and continued to finger her soft spot, readying herself as she could feel a wave as strong as the sea rocking her little boat. And then, with a trembling tongue, and her whole body on the brink of collapse, Lacey lifted her head from the pillow and let out the weakest whimper. “P-Please… l-let me use the bucket.” She begged to Billie, her voice going soft like a child. “I… I need to go. I’ll do anything… just let me p-pee… p-please.” Never had she begged, but right now at the brink of pissing herself, she felt helpless enough to try. What did she have to lose? Even when her Cellmate tried to shake three silver out of her and then taken delight in teasing her and her bladder, Lacey continued to believe she could fracture this girls icy heart. There was silence in the chamber, the only sounds came from the bed frame creaking as Lacey danced in desperation. Finally, Billie sighed. “Okay… I’ll give you a freebie.” She said, her voice low and with a hint of regret. “It’s one use only, understood? Make the most of it because your next piss is going to cost you.” Billie stood up and walked across the cell, a hefty shadow strolling the dark. She walked toward the bucket, reached up and lifted it down from the lantern hook, chucking it to the floor. “There. Now make it quick.” She gestured to the bucket, now sitting freely on the floor. Without time to say anything, Lacey seized this moment of kindness. She kicked aside her blanket and wormed her way along her, slid down the ladders and ran toward the centre of the room. The sight of that little wooden bucket sitting in the moonlight was too much for her bladder to handle. She was weak at the knees, her whole body shivering like she had a fever, and her mind was clouded by nothing more than thoughts of sweet relief in that puny wooden bucket. The thoughts too proved to be too much for her toppling bladder, and Lacey leaked again. It was the biggest leak, like a flood, bursting from between her legs and dousing her fingers until they were soaking wet. It poured down her hands and soaked into the seat of her knickers. “Uuu… just another second…” She cried, begging her bladder to contain itself just a little longer. It was impossible, she felt another leak, larger than the last, and then another. Her hands grew wet and warm, as did her knickers, soaking through with a growing stain of hot piss. Lacey no longer cared about her dignity. She no longer cared about looking like a lady, nor did she care about composing herself in the presence of rabble. Right now, all she cared about was getting herself down over that bucket and relieving herself so she could once again know the blissful feeling of emptiness. She’s never been so excited to see rusted steel and splintered wood before. Under the moons silvery light, Lacey hiked up her skirt, flashing Billie a sight of her stained, silky frillies. She could only use one hand, the other was still thrust between her legs, giving her quite the bulge beneath her knickers. She didn’t care if Billie saw them, even as she made a lewd comment about how cute they were. She threw her skirt up and grabbed the hem with her mouth, biting down on it to keep it from floating back down. With feverish fingers she tried to pull down her knickers, struggling to move them as she fought against the shivers that made her thighs jitter. There was another leak, and Lacey was powerless. Completely powerless. The seat of her knickers were now soaked completely through, staining the soft white a warm yellow. She could feel it, the warm, wet embrace of the damp patch clinging to her thighs, making it even more of a struggle to remove them. It was the closest that Lacey had ever gotten to a real fight - a fight that had to be fought with sweaty palms and her nether regions as hot and clammy as a warm summer day. But that wasn’t going to stop her. Finally, after struggling, she managed to hook her fingers beneath the silk clinging to nethers and yanked them, grimacing as the dampness rolled down her legs. “Oh… Ooh…” She whimpered with a faint cry of success. The sight of her soaking silk knickers hung around her knees was enough for her bladder. All that mattered to her was that her knickers were off. Lacey paused for a moment, feeling her whole body grow weak. At last, it all came flooding down like a bursting dam. She felt everything in her bladder descend, rushing toward her maidenly spigot. “Ahh… It’s c-coming out!” She cried, cheeks flaring. She could feel a warm sensation between her legs and her lower lips growing wetter. She couldn’t stop the leak that followed, the stray spurt dribbled between her fingers and struck the stone beneath her legs. Lacey froze, realizing that was not the end of it. There was another leak, only this time it didn’t end. It doused her fingers, a shower of pee dribbling down her palm, but it kept coming, pouring between her legs until her hands were soaked. “Ah… Ahh…” She cried with a tremor of relief in her voice. She was going, peeing on the floor, her stream was splattering the stone between her legs, dampening her ankles. “Oooh~” She continued to cry, walking on toward the bucket. At last she was standing over it, but there was time to savour this victory. Lacey quickly stood over the bucket, letting some of her pee fill the bottom of it. The relief was tremendous, only growing stronger the more she let go. Her legs were trembling, her knees giving way, but that didn’t stop her. She squatted down, straddling the bucket to keep balance and plopped herself down atop the ring. Her cheeks sank into the ring, and the heavy sound of her flowing river was muffled by the soft fat of both her butt and thighs as she sat with her legs closed. The ring of the bucket was still warm after Billie had used it, and she could feel a few stray patches of wetness around it, but right now Lacey didn’t care. She managed to avoid completely drenching the floor and at last she was here, the wooden throne that she’d been pining for all night. Her lips formed into a crooked smile, quivering as she was thrust into a feeling of unexplainable bliss. Resting her hands atop her knees and leaning back, Lacey at last could relax and let nature run its course. All of the fluids she had been holding were now pouring into the bucket, filling the cell with a muffled, but quite audible tinkling. “Ooooooooooh~” Lacey moaned, throwing her head back. She slumped down on the bucket, letting the overwhelming feelings of pleasure take over. Her whole body went numb, her legs were like jelly, trembling. Between her thighs, it rained a glorious golden storm, the heavy flood of piss pelted the splintered rim of the bucket with quite a force. She could feel her bare thighs being splattered by the tiny splashes of piss that struck the side of the bucket. Lacey could only shuffle back an inch, stopping when she felt her butt hanging over the side of the rim. Even then, the force of her stream was too much to stop pale, slender legs from being doused. Right now, Lacey didn’t care. Even if the feeling was grossly warm, Lacey couldn’t care. A jolt of overpowering relief shot up her back and through her whole body. She felt it most between her legs, her maidenhood twinging with delight. Her thighs were growing wetter, dribbles of stray pee were running down her legs and dribbling onto the rim of the bucket. She could feel it between her buttcrack too - stray dribbles of warm pee that crept toward her knot before falling into the bucket. She straddled the bucket tightly and grunted, pushing down on her bladder and straining. Her anus winced as all of the pressure went on her lower body. It was enough force that she drew dangerously close to breaking wind, feeling a little bubble right on the knot of her butthole, but she held it. The hissing sounds intensified, even after a solid thirty seconds, Lacey was nowhere near done, her stream still going strong, filling the bucket to its halfway point. The scent of fresh piss was beginning to fill the chamber, as was a light air of steam that rose from the heat of her water resting in the bucket. It lingered, leaving the air feeling a tad hotter. “Hmmm~” Lacey continued to moan and relaxed her grip on the bucket, letting herself lean forward and resting her hands atop her knees. She could finally feel the balloon that was her bladder growing smaller, deflating. The small bulge that she felt protruding from her tummy was shrinking, growing with every passing second she filled the bucket. Through this minute long orgy of blissful, watery relief, as Lacey indignantly filled the old splintered bucket with glee, Billie remained quiet. She lay on her bed, watching Lacey pee, enjoying it with a wide grin on her face. She didn’t think to say anything, or to act at all. She simply lay there in her bed, taking delight in a desperate girl at last getting her long awaited relief. Time passed quickly for Lacey, and at last her thick stream was reduced to a few dribbles falling into a steaming sea of yellow. The sound of water striking water became a quiet tinkling once more. Lacey sat there, her dress hiked up over her knees and her damp knickers wrapped around her ankles. She sat quietly, legs crooked, resting her head in her hands until she was finally empty. She couldn’t believe it - it was over. At last, after a whole day of torture, it was finally over. “Ha… Ha… Ha…” She panted, gasping for breath. Straining herself had been exhausting and she needed a moment to take a breath and regain her composure. The rising steam from the heat of her piss wafted up, warming her bare arse in a pleasurable way. Lacey grinned, the feeling of the heat tickling her cheeks. She straightened up on the pot and stretched, clicking her heels against each other. All was right in the world again. There was nothing to do now but bask in the relief that followed after a desperately needed piss. There was nothing to describe how Lacey was feeling. There were no words, no actions, no anything to describe the overpowering relief that had taken over her. All she could do was sit there, panting for breath, letting the occasional shudder of pleasure take her. Her whole body felt warm and a bead of sweat was dripping from her forehead. She felt like she had just gone through a rigorous exercise. The kind of physical exertion that would’ve had the best men falling down and fainting. Heavens knew she felt like she could collapse right now. She was exhausted, tapped out, her whole body fatigued both physically and mentally. She finally knew how it felt - to hold it to the brink of wetting herself and then to let it all out. She finally knew the sweet water relief, the delightful pleasure as her bladder shrunk as she was surrounded by a liquid symphony of her own making. This feeling - this is why people loved to brag about the amazing piss they’d just taken. For so long, she had believed it to be nothing more than juvenile talk, but at last she understood why they did, like she’d cracked the code of the universe. Once she had caught her breath, and her mind was unmuddled from the haze that sweet relief had left her in, she looked up, toward Billie who was sitting in her bed. “T-T… T-Thank y-you…” She still struggled to give her thanks through her sighs and pants. “Ah...ha...ha…” “Think nothing of it.” Billie grinned, though this time there was something friendlier about her smile. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to see a lady take a piss. You really do piss like us common folk, huh?” “A Lady?” Lacey furrowed her brow, confused. “Yeah.” Billie nodded and leant toward the edge of her bed. “You said you were Lord Emon’s bastard - that’d make you a Lady even if he did put his arrow in a whores quiver, right?” “Right…” Lacey nodded in agreement. She had completely forgotten that she having this conversation while on the bucket. “You didn’t believe me before, so why believe me now?” Billie giggled. “No back alley girl has a pair of knickers that dainty.” She pointed between Lacey’s legs. “You weren’t kidding were you? Veruvan silk.” “What? How…” Lacey glanced down and at first sight, she felt her cheeks burning red. Her knickers were wrapped around her ankles, the delicate white silk now coloured a light yellow. “Ahh! Don’t look! Don’t look!” She cried, bending over to hide her stained delicates from view. She kicked them off and slid them beside the bucket to deal with them alter. “I’ll take that as a compliment…” Lacey paused as she reached up to grab a shred of cloth from the window sill. She took one and was just about to wipe when she noticed Billie watching from her bed. “C-Could I have some privacy please?” Lacey said, now feeling somewhat comfortable talking to Billie. “J-Just while I… w-wipe.” “I guess.” Billie shrugged and covered her head with her pillow, leaving herself a small gap so she could spy. Lacey wiped and threw the shred of cloth into the bucket. Billie watched her through the small gap beneath her pillow, feeling a light tickle in her maidenhood as she watched Lacey wipe herself. The bucket, which wasn’t exactly too big to begin with, was almost completely full. Lacey glanced down between her legs, seeing her own reflection in the pale water. Her own piss was mingling with the fragments of Billie’s, turning the mixture of their fluids a light, cloudy yellow. At last, she was finished. Lacey stood up from the bucket and let her dress fall down, covering her. She looked across the cell, noticing a small trail of dribbles, each one larger than the last until they finally finished between her feet. Lacey blushed, but she didn’t think too much of it. Right now, feeling relieved, she picked up her soggy knickers and went back to her bed. As she climbed the ladder, the bed frame rocked, and again Lacey saw a fist in front of her. It missed her and once again struck the wall, stopping her from climbing another step. “Hold up…” Billie said, returning to her menacing form, her voice low. “W-What?” Lacey squeaked, that panic she had felt earlier in the privy returning. Billie’s smirk grew, and she turned her fist, grinding it into the wall. Slowly, her palm opened, revealing several gold coins. “That’s…” Lacey couldn’t believe it. “Ten gold.” Billie replied, shuffling the coins in her palm with her fingers. “You wanted to sell me your knickers earlier.” Her smile grew softer. Lacey had completely forgotten about that, and hearing it again did nothing but cause her to feel humiliated. “T-Ten g-gold?” She stammered, unsure what to say. “F-For my p-panties?” “And I’ll waive the privy toll… for a week.” Billie grinned again, this time that friendly grin had returned, like she was talking to a friend. “Just for my p-panties?” “You said they were Veruvan silk, right?” Lacey didn’t have much more to say, and after thinking it over, she finally decided to sell her panties to Billie. It was ten gold, and she had been teleported far from home without much more than a few measly silver. And after tonight, after the display she had unknowingly put on for Billie while sitting on that bucket, selling her soiled skivvies no longer felt like the sin she’d thought of it as. Billie took the panties and waited until Lacey climbed back into her bed. Once the coast was clear she took a deep breath, steadying her beating heart. “The soiled knickers of a Lady.” She whispered to herself, squeezing the soiled skivvies in her hands. This was a moment she had been waiting for. At last, she had the soiled skivvies of a Lady, though they were not thoroughly soaked, it was enough for her to enjoy. As the clock in the town rang out for three in the morning, Billie slid under the covers, and with Lacey’s pee-soaked knickers beside her, she let her fingers wander south between her lower lips. With a sinful smile, Billie began to pleasure herself. The End
  3. So my biggest fantasies as far as omorashi goes mostly revolve around me being the one who pees. I've always wanted to pee in someone's mouth while they're eating me out, I've come very close to this before but they latch off before I actually pee. I'm an exhibitionist too, so if this happened outside where I could possibly be caught (eg; a forest or behind a building) that would be even hotter. They don't necessarily have to swallow my pee but the feeling of being able to do that while my pussy is being eaten would probably drive me to a new wave of ecstacy. Another one that I have is a little weird but I have an explanation: in porn I often see people farting on someone's dick and I wonder what that would feel like on my pussy. I'm not especially into all the aspects of farting but that's always just been something I'm curious about. This last one isn't exactly a fantasy, but if someone peed inside me I wouldn't mind it.
  4. View File DLEE-197 In this JAV desperate ladies enter a ally way to pee. As they start emptying there bladders they let out loud farts that echo in the ally way. Sometimes someone will come walking down as she is in the middle of peeing and farting. There are some scat warnings at file- EE-197-02 at 4:17-8:33 EE-197-02 at 29:45-35:14 Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 04/21/2020 Category JAV Collections  
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    In this JAV desperate ladies enter a ally way to pee. As they start emptying there bladders they let out loud farts that echo in the ally way. Sometimes someone will come walking down as she is in the middle of peeing and farting. There are some scat warnings at file- EE-197-02 at 4:17-8:33 EE-197-02 at 29:45-35:14 Enjoy

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  6. My town has a modest sized mall. By this point two of the anchor stores have closed and the inside has many empty storefronts, but what it still there is a decent escape to spending more money than you wanted. Like almost any mall there is a food court. After sitting empty for an entire year, the largest restaurant space re-opened as an A&W. If you don't know what A&W is, it's basically trying to be an orange colored rip-off of Culver's. If you don't know what Culver's is, then you're not from the midwest and I feel bad for you. But really, it's just some very average burger and fries type of place but their not very common here in Minnesota and even more, it's right in town. This was a year ago, my wife and I had only been married for about five months. I still remember the day fondly. We decided we were going to check out the new A&W and then walk around the mall a bit and maybe even run some errands. My wife looked amazing. It was the middle of August, in Minnesota this is basically the last of the hot weather before it gets ridiculously cold. She had on a pair of black jeans that hugged her figure. Her wide thighs had every curve highlighted from the form fitting shape, and the large, smooth curves of her butt were tightly wrapped into the black denim. They were tight on her butt that you could clearly see the outline of her underwear through them, and more so they were heavily contoured to the individual curves of each of her butt cheeks. She wore her new tortoise shell glasses and an mustard yellow crop top that day, it wasn't cropped too high and exposed a very modest amout of her midriff. I had convinced her not to wear a bra out so her breasts truly were flopping around everywhere. She was looking fine as fuck and I had already been feeling her legs up during the car ride over as she was driving. Once we got to the mall my wife had to pee. She Snapchatted me a picture of her on the toilet while I was waiting for her that really turned me on. We were out in public so I was trying my best not to be fully torqued. Unfortunately, the rest of the night would indeed leave me trying to hide the fact that I was most certainly fully torqued. Like I said before the food from A&W is average at best, their root beer floats are the only thing worth it. I don't remember the exact details of my wife's order but I can tell you it was a burger of questionable quality. I didn't think anything of the food she ate at the time, mostly because she drank a huge ass root beer float and I was excited for when she would have to pee from it. The only real reason the mall is even open is because one of its anchor stores is a Target. That brings in almost all the traffic really. It was a typical busy Saturday day there. The two of us we perusing the wax melts when my wife, who was pushing the cart, stopped suddenly. She took a quick look behind to make sure no one was there and said to me, "Heh, put your hand on my butt, quick." I, being the horn dog I am, politely took her up on the other. Right as my hand felt the curve of her butt, she ripped a massive fart, I felt it go through my fingers. It was very stinky and she immediately started walking away. "There's gonna be a lot more where that came from. You better get ready for me to crop dust all these aisles. My stomach feels a little weird." I was so aroused, but I tried to keep my composure. Several more times, she ripped very bubbly and smelly farts as we walked through the store. We probably meandered around for about 20 minutes before headed over to the self checkouts. As we were making our way over to an open machine my wife said to me, "Uuf Da. I think all my farts were holding a shit back. Now that I let them all out I can feel it starting to come down. You should bag this stuff up quickly so I can get home." My wife's second mistake was telling me to move with some urgency, her first was definitely eating A&W. She gave me shit for intentionally taking my sweet time and we headed out. We had to walk through to the entire other side of the building to get to our car. About half way there my wife started holding my hand way too tightly, and starting to walk ahead of me. "Come on, don't walk so slow. I wanna get home." "Why is that?" I asked. "Uhhh, no reason. Absolutely no reason at all." She nervously was playing with one of the curls of her hairs as we stepped out into the parking lot. "Can I drive?" I asked. I should point, I only have a learner's permit. My wife is teaching me how to drive and often lets me drive us places. "Ugh. No, not this time. Just let me drive." Of course, I protested. "Sure. So I'm just never gonna get my license I guess since I have nobody else to help me practice." She took the bait perfectly. "Alright, alright, you can drive. Please just drive normal, do drive slow." I put our purchases in the trunk and buckled up. As my wife buckled her belt her exposed stomach gurgled a little. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. "I really have to poop. Like, seriously dude, I feel it poking my butthole. Can you please just go home the quick way?" "Alright, fine. But you have to tell me how bad it is while I'm driving." My wife looked genuinely relived, "I can do that! Maybe it'll distract me from the massive turd in my butt right now." I went off her as I started driving home. "It's not diarrhea?" "No actually, I can tell. It's a really big turd and it's super uncomfortable." "Mmmmm, very nice. What are you doing to hold it?" "Oh god, don't make me tell you." I immediately started driving slower. "It's embarrassing!" "Oh whoops I think my foot skipped off the gas a little.' "Fine, only because I love you. I'm having an urge right now and it's very bad. I can feel it trying to come out and I'm clenching my butthole really tight! God, and I keep clenching my butt cheeks together really hard. I'm glad I'm sitting down because it's helping me hold it in. Now drive!" Her descriptions were really getting me, as these kids say, hot and bothered. Every red light and stop sign I was glancing over at my wife's curves in her black jeans. Thankfully we don't live super far away. I opened the truck and went to grab the stuff we bought, which she quickly ran to the front door waiting for me. "Come on you slow bastard, some of us have to take a shit here!" "You know your letting me watch." I said as I unlocked the door. She quickly untied her Doc Martin's "Yeah I don't care, but I'm going now! I can't hold it in anymore!" I quickly followed behind her, watching her butt with every step, every jiggle, into the bathroom. I was very turned on by watching her unbutton her black jeans and swiftly pull them down to her knees in one motion. As she sat down, immediately I started to hear the loud crackling and squishing of her poop coming out. Several turds splashed into the water and the stench radiated in the entire small bathroom, and into my nostrils. "Hold on, I have to push for this last one." I started rubbing my erection quite nicely as my wife, with a few very cute gasps, pushed out the last turn with the very loud and airy fart. The bathroom smelled terrible, but it was very pleasant for me. I was so turned on thinking about how cute my wife was on the toilet, thinking about how such a cute, short woman took such a disgusting and smelly shit, it was pure ecstasy. My wife left me take a quick peek at all her poop and shitty toilet paper in the bowl before she flushed it down. I wish I could have jacked off looking at it, but she still hasn't let me do that one yet. She felt much better afterward, but still had many more farts inside her, of which I got to enjoy her ripping them all night. That's certainly not the most desperate to poop my wife has been, I'm saving that story for when the time is right . But, that said, she did tell me it was very difficult to hold it in all the same.
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  8. Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate. The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks ! Chapter 1, the bedwetter princess The year 277 of the human calendar was in force, that is, 277 years had passed since man prevailed over the other races in the great war, we were in a happy period, where humans could live peacefully (in their territories of course). In the palace of the emperor (the highest authority in the human world) a small girl with shining red hair and eyes as black as the night walked through the halls, dressed in magical clothes with a very high price, her name was Chlothsinda (for the friends Chloe) and she had just turned 10, she was the eldest daughter of the emperor and had lived a spoiled life without knowing the misfortune of the world. At least until his mother Katherine died, his mother was the strongest paladin ever and his magic, at least according to rumors, could exceed that of the heroes of 300 years ago or the direct descendants of the gods. However he died, this because in the clash with the king of demons, who rises 1 time every 1000 years, and his demonic army was cursed and because of the curse for every demon he killed he lost 1 day of life. At the death of the demon king, then at the end of the war, nothing remained of the strongest paladin except the ash and his divine equipment, traces were lost. Chloe at first did not understand what had happened, however she never saw her mother again, the only one with whom she behaved normally and the only one who treated her with affection. Ever since Chloe realized that her mother was dead, nightmares turned her every time she slept and as soon as she woke up all sweaty and sometimes screaming she immediately knew she was wet from her pee .The servants and maids who had to change her sheets every morning, wash and change her every time began to call her bedwetter princess. When Chloe turned 11 her father with whom she had never talked practically married another woman, who already had 2 daughters: Elizabeth 15 years old, a beautiful young blonde woman with green eyes, 1.70 meters (5.7 ft) tall, thin, with abundant breasts and a hateful personality with no magical ability and no fighting ability, she liked to boast of her beauty and exploiting her sister and her extraordinary magic power; Isabel 10 years old, 1.50 meters (4.9 ft) , thin, small and gentle, with medium beauty, black eyes and dark brown hair, her character was very kind and condescending, she did everything they told her to be a mother and sister, her magical power was exceptional for her age. Their father was a general who died in the war and their mother was a duchess, both were spoiled but unlike Chloe they went to a school or the magic academy of the empire, the most important school in the human world, where only the nobles could enter high-class or the prodigal wizards. At first Chloe thought of her father's new marriage as an opportunity to get back a loving mother and sisters to share the pain with, but she was wrong. Her stepmother treated her decently, although she did not love her as her daughter, the problem was her stepsisters, in particular the eldest, Elizabeth who was envious of her and needed to let off steam on someone, so in addition to the insults and grievances in also around for her condition of wet bed, she asked her younger sister Isabel to sometimes use spells on her to make her lose control of herself making her pass out and then dream and then have a nightmare and get wet, or keep her still with magic while he tickled her until her panties drenched, which were slowly ending. Chloe used very high-level white panties, made of a magical fabric of incredible comfort, which, however, every time we peed inside, became stained so that it was no longer possible to remove the traces of the urine, except than with a product that was used in medicines that cost more than the panties themselves, very expensive... One day Chloe went to Elizabeth (Liz) and Isabel (Isa) because desperate from the situation and without magic panties in fact now she wore red cotton panties with a comfortable pink dress and deer leather shoes on them: (Chloe): sisters I can't stand you and your teases anymore, since you arrived a day hasn't passed since I kept my panties dry, please stop! (Liz): oh, my favorite little princess is out of the cradle huh! Let's see, sister, do you think we mistreated our wet little princess? (Isa): see sister...in her situation I would feel bad, very bad... (Liz): little sister, who do you prefer between me and her! (Isa): obviously you sister...but I think we could be more...kinder... Isabel was shaking because she was afraid of her sister and did not want him to get angry with her and if she had not used timely medium-level illusion magic, probably the girls would have noticed that a wet patch of the size had formed on her green skirt of a coin while her white panties were obviously drenched and her gut hurt from fear. however Isabel regained calm. (Isa): sister, there is no need to get angry, we can solve it if you want and if you really don't want to apologize to Chloe then let's go that I have to go...to the toilet... Isabel said timidly. (Chloe): ha ha ha Chloe who thought Isabel was a son of a bitch changed her mind slightly and at her shy comment about her needs she gave a light laugh. (Liz): little sister I will never apologize to Chlothsinda, and don't mention her, she is the wet princess! and you my beautiful insect, how dare you smile in my presence on my sister's personal matters! Liz was now angry, she wanted to humiliate Chloe and punish Isabel for being on her side. Isabel released a silent fart and a hot jet warmed her panties. as Chloe began to feel an increase in pressure in the abdomen, her bladder was almost full, and she had chosen a bad time to be. (Isa): frighten sister ... if I didn't know how you love me I would need a change of clothes now ... (Liz): you do well to be afraid little sister, otherwise I will have to tell mom how you use magic to make her headache come up every time she tries to scold you ... Liz had ordered her sister to build a special magic wand for her which although it is valid only for low-level magic also allowed her to cast spells, one of which caused a severe headache and worked only on those who could not use magic apart from herself, Liz used it on their mother to avoid being scolded. After Liz's words, Isabel swallowed and released another silent fart because her mother always terrified her. (Chloe): Do you dare blackmail your little sister with these methods? don't you love her? I'm surprised, every time you tortured me with a tickle, that you made me wet and then you made fun of me ... I endured everything thinking that maybe one day we could talk to sisters, and I envied your bond but now, after seeing that here the villain is neither isa nor the duchess, I want nothing more than to make you pay for how you mistreated me! Chloe was angry for the first time in her life, until now she had never reacted but now... Ok, first chapter over! world statistics: average adult human (25 years old): Magic: 1 Strength: 10 Bladder: 8 Bowel: 8 Katherine (EX stronger human and Chloe's mother) Magic: 999 Strength: 999 (basic) Bladder: ??? Bowel: ??? Chlothsinda (wet princess or Chloe) Magic: ??? Strength: 15 (basic) Bladder: 9 (awake) 0 (sleeping) Bowel: 10 (when awake) 6 (sleeping) Isabel (prodigy sorceress) Magic: 83 Strength: 1 (basic) Bladder: 2 (awake) 3 (sleeping) Bowel: 2 (when awake) 6 (sleeping) Elizabeth (hateful stepsister) Magic: 0 Strength: 6 Bladder: 1 (awake) 2 (sleeping) Bowel: 6 (when awake) 2 (sleeping) Statistical info: if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses! if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3! strength (basic) means without magic upgrade!
  9. View File New BAtch of Messy Diaper Girls Found some new video for y'all! fml! Submitter cheese142 Submitted 01/30/2020 Category Diapers and ageplay
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    Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/MessyAcademy (New exclusive builds are updated to patreon supporters every 2 weeks! All support helps towards artwork right now. More details on patreon page ) Build_0.03 changes & known issues- -All of Free day section is complete. (if affection value for girl is 0, it can cause the game to get stuck after some dialogue. This is fixed in Build_0.04) -Chapter 1 has been reworked! (dialogue, choices, etc. has been added!) -Known Issues- -Free day section in this build doesn't know how to proceed with dialogue if affection stat with the girl is at value 0. There is some other minor areas in the free day section that has bugs as well, these have been fixed and addressed but sadly it was late for release and won't receive a hot fix for these issues. Please understand and know that they are addressed in the next coming build. What is Messy Academy? Messy Academy is a 18+ erotic visual novel that puts a major focus on it's story of mystery, slice of life, drama and lastly is themed around diapers. The main goal in mind with this series is that while the game has a general theme of diapers and it's a focus point through the game. The game prides itself on the mystery behind the academy and puts very good work into the world building for these characters. I'd like to think that you could remove the diaper themes all together and with what you'd have left, still be able really enjoy the game purely for it's story and character building. (The game is in the process of slowly moving from 3dcg into 2d art form, as it's always been my intention for this.) Players will take the role of Brandon, a young man who managed to hack and find a loophole within the academies computer system. He adds his name, along with his two friends to the student list, knowing that the academy would be breaking it's contract by refusing to accept them. But why go through all that trouble to get into an all girl's school? Well in order for him to get the best chances of getting a girlfriend and losing his virginity of course! But these boys quickly learn that the school has a very unique and padded rule in order to attend.. Who runs the academy? How are they kept in secret from the public's eyes? How are they able to get away with the craziness happening at the school? You'll have to find out by playing Messy Academy.. Tags: 3dcg, Drama, Mystery, Slice of life, Optional NTR, Male protagonist, Optional BDSM, Handjob, Diapers, Farting, Facesitting, Wet, Messing, Humiliation, School setting, Anal sex, Vaginal sex, Oral, Straight sex, Creampie, Footjob, Pregnancy, Titfuck, Dirty talk, Erotic spanking, Group sex, Lesbian sex, Outdoor sex, Public sex, Big tits, Small tits, Unlockable sexual content. (Tags can be updated later.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: Messy Academy contains scenes of sexual content and is intended for adults only. Any art or implying of characters being underage within the game aren't meant to be done so. While the game is set at an academy, these characters are not underage or minors, nor are they based on anyone in real life. Anything that might suggest these mentioned themes are purely part of fetishes or kinks that might be suggestive, but not intended to play them off as underage characters. There might be routes and choices in the game that lead down some hardcore content, we try our very best to keep a updated list of tags towards the top of this page to warn of this content, in most cases these extreme or hardcore content choices are optional and will give a warning within dialogue or story before hand. We understand that even if our story and character building could be good enough to stand on its own, not everyone will be interested in a game that still has a focus on diapers. That's your choice, as much as one might choose not to play any game with "insert fetish/kink here". The team behind the game takes no responsibility for anyone under the age of 18+ who decides to ignore our warnings and play the game on their own will.

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  11. (Note: This contains both wetting and messing.) Nurse Candace went to work today with a very upset stomach. At a stunning age of twenty, she approaches her desk with a folder full of papers which were then left with one of the main doctors. She then pulled up a chair and sat her cute little butt in it. As she sat down, though, she could feel her stomach churn...a lot. "What did I eat this morning?" she grumbled, holding her stomach. "And why did it wait until now, of all times, to act like this?" The churning stopped for a bit as a young boy, appearing about age sixteen, was coming into the room for a checkup. His parents left outside to handle a few errands. As the nurse had began the examination, her stomach began to churn again, this time where it could be heard more clearly. The boy couldn't help but notice her sudden movements. "What's wrong?" the boy asks. "I-It's nothing," the nurse responded. "I just ate something really nasty, that's all." "Well, just let me know if you're gonna throw up or something, okay?" Nodding, Nurse Candace resumed her examination disregarding her churning stomach. Fortunately for both her and the boy, the churning didn't seem to be going up at all. In fact, the churning was actually going down to her bowels. In a quick jolt, she stood up and pressed her hands on her butt. The boy stares at her as if she is having a bad cramp. As she is desperately trying to hold in her bowels, it started to fill up at a fast and powerful rate, to where she just couldn't hold it in anymore. She ended up releasing a very loud fart and shooting a massive brown torrent into her white panties with red hearts all over them. The stream poured down her backside onto the floor. Thankfully, none of it got onto her uniform, which was a dark pink one-piece dress. The mess on the floor was as if someone had poured a thermos of coffee onto it. "Did...Did you just...?" "Don't tell anyone, okay?" the nurse asked as she feels her bowels churn again. Not taking any chamces, she jerks up her dress to where her heart-patterned panties were in clear view of anyone who stares at her. She lets out more loud juicy farts as she shot out another brown torrent into the already-stained and soiled panties. Fortunately, the messing couldn't be seen in the front, which was in the boy's direct sight. But then she ended up releasing another torrent into her panties, which this time, was clearer and more obvious. The assault continued for another twenty seconds, then it died out. Despite seeing the nurse had completely wet and soil herself, the boy couldn't help but stare at her curvy thighs, instead. Getting the advantage, the nurse sticks a needle into his arm. After the boy had left, the nurse took off her panties and slung it into the sink to clean it. She, of course, cleaned herself, as well...right after taking a whiz standing up into the toilet. Surprisingly, her stream was very sprinkly, like a fountain. (A request from a friend I met once. ;) )
  12. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Commissioned by NowiGreen (http://nowigreen.deviantart.com/) Page 3 of The Adventures of Nowi Green and her squishy little poofy puppy bro, Fwo. ^^ Little brothers are the stinkiest...especially when fed their milk. That's about what would happen if I really did drink milk, while wearing me diapey. ^^ Time for changies! XD Thank goodness Fwo has a cool big sister to take care of him ..V///v//V.. Also little HofBondage's Laura (http://hofbondage.deviantart.com/) stopped by to see her two baby friends.....but it seems she came at the most awkward time...leave it to Fwo to become a party-pooper... It duh milk's fault!..>///^//<..
  13. Sorry for such a strange request but after seeing a video on here from awhile ago, I developed a fart fetish. I'm craving to see if there's any videos with peeing/wetting combined with farting but they seem very hard to find. At least, finding them without scat/messing.
  14. Tsukasa was sitting in her final class, blushing madly as her bowels ached. She had made it through the entire day, desperate for a bathroom, but because of some girls fooling around in the bathrooms, they were closed to students unless the students were trusted. But Tsukasa was not trusted. She was one of the girls who fooled around in the bathrooms when they were caught. She couldn't go relieve herself, so she had to wait until she got home. Tsukasa desperately wanted to let out a few farts, but would be far too embarrassed to do it during class. So she waited until she left school to actually let out some wind. The final bell rang through the school, and all the students began packing their things and leaving the class. Tsukasa carefully stood, and blushed as a quiet, little fart escaped from her rear uncontrollably. The pressure from the seat wasn't there anymore, allowing the unwanted fart to escape. As she began packing everything into her backpack, she smelled her fart faintly. But there was plenty more inside of her, she just had to get outside before she could actually release it. She put her backpack on, and followed the rest of the students with one hand on her stomach. Her bowels grumbled silently as she whinced slightly. Tsukasa exited the school and began making her way down the street, and turned down the walkway onto another street. She glanced to her left, then to her right, and smiled as she seen no one around. No one ever went on the street that she took home, luckily. She smiled before relaxing her rear, and a loud brrrrrrrrrfrrrrrrrrrt sounds from her bum as a loud, dry fart released from her bowels. She moans silently as she blushes, feeling the relief of releasing her air to be extremely amazing. Just as she released her air, she felt a tingle down in her nether region. Could Tsukasa be enjoying this a little too much? "Aaaah~ it feels to good~" Tsukasa said to herself silently. She pushed, and a pfffrrrrrrrrrt sounds as more wind escapes from her rear. She found herself to be enjoying her predicament a little, being a little disappointed that she couldn't smell her flatulence. She continued making her way to her home, pushing out a fart every now and then. She finally reached her front door of her house, taking her keys out of her pocket and frantically putting them in the door as she placed a hand on her stomach, whincing. Her bowels churned angrily, a large portion of poo that urgently needed to be evacuated nearing the escape. A loud, sudden frrrrrrrrrrrrrrt escaped as a smelly fart escaped from her rear, the mess getting closer to escaping. Tsukasa kept getting the wrong key as she let out a pained whimper. Just then, a bit of solid poo began poking out from her rear, causing her to whine audibly as she fumbled with her keys, trying to find the key to unlock her door. The mess squeezed further out before it touched cotton, meeting the resistance of her panties. She continued fumbling with her keys as her poo began to push her pink panties out. She finally found the right key, and inserted it into the lock of the door. Even though she finally got the key inserted into the door lock, her body seemed to have other plans. As soon as she inserted the key into the door, her body involuntarily caused her to push, a loud crackle sounding from her rear as poo began roping out from her bum and into her pink panties. Tsukasa gasped and blushed madly as her panties began bulging out. The crackling began to get more muffled as her panties began sagging down with the additional weight being exerted into them, the brown mass growing in size. Her skirt hid her accident, but Tsukasa felt and smelled what was going on as she gave up, and pushed voluntarily, causing a sudden splooooorch to sound as brown mess exploded from her bum and into her filled panties. She breathed heavier as she grunted cutely, pushing again as the bulge continued ballooning out, the seat of her once pink panties now turning to a brownish pink colour. The mess began spreading quickly across both her bum cheeks as her lower lip quivered and her cheeks flushing. She moved her hand that was on her stomach to the rear of her as she placed it softly on the slightly ballooned skirt as she pushed. She grunted adorably as she pushed the last of the mess out, blushing deeply as she whimpered. The deed was done. Tsukasa just filled her panties. "Oh.. I just... oh no..." She told herself as she blushed. She turned the key and unlocked her door, entering it before closing it behind her, the mess shifting about in her panties. The stench from her accident wafted up her nose as she blushed, keeping her hand placed on her rear. Soon, Tsukasa found herself slightly enjoying her accident. "It feels... weird... But warm.." She told herself. Tsukasa found herself staying in her soiled panties for a few hours before finally cleaning up. It was quite a messy afternoon for Tsukasa.
  15. fulldiapers

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    This has scat, farting, piss, and other really gross things, so seriously, if that bothers you, leave, because it gets nasty as hell from here. Also, I know trolls can't get pregnant in canon, roll with it I did not write this, my friend http://rainbowdiapers.deviantart.com/ asked me to post this here for him, so please give any credit to him :3 Terezi Pyrope had a problem. She was, in fact, far more of a freak than any of the trolls could have imagined. Compared to her secret desires, her obsession with the color red and tendency to lick people was nothing. Even Equius's strange horse infatuation and whatever the hell is up with Gamzee paled in comparison to her secret depravity. To add to this, she was also pregnant, her hormones raging, her desires heightened. She had to go on, wanting desperately to share her desires with Dave or Karkat, but there was no way, they would be disgusted, so she kept her dirty little secret to herself. That is, until she got herself an idea. Who better to fulfill her secret fetishes without judgement than her own ancestor? She took after Redglare, so it was only natural that her dirty thoughts must exist throughout the entire Pyrope bloodline. She wandered through the dreambubbles, for a few hours, until she finally located her Ancestor, a taller version of herself with a much more full, mature figure. She was also pregnant, but with a much more impressive stomach, jutting out massively, with a visible popped navel underneath her clothes. "H3Y, R3DGL4R3" she shouted at her ancestor. "Yes, greetings, Terezi" she said calmly. "WH4T'S W1TH YOUR VO1C3?" she said, referring of course to her lack of a quirk. "I used to assume the same tone that you do now, but, I have resorted to talking in a more proper manner, since it's easier to take me seriously when I don't T4LK L1K3 TH1S" Terezi sighed. "W3LL, 1 W4NT3D TO 4SK YOU SOM3TH1NG" she said. "DO YOU 3V3R H4V3 SOM3TH1NG YOU R34LLY W4NT TO DO BUT YOU C4N'T T3LL 4NYON3 B3C4US3 1T'S GROSS" Redglare's cheeks immediately flushed a shade of turquoise. She cleared her throat. "I assume you're referring to...the, uh" "SH1TT1NG ON 34CH OTH3R, Y34H" "Keep it down" Redglare said, hushing her ancestor. "Yes, that. I'd, uh, enjoy taking you to a more private location to, well, defecate and urinate on you" "GR34T, 1LL T4K3 YOU B4CK TO MY H1V3" Terezi lead Redglare back to her hive, conversation between the two was nonexistent. Without a word, Terezi lead her inside, through the rooms, and into an area that they could conduct their filthy behavior in peace. Terezi removed her clothes, baring her large breasts, swollen from pregnancy and nook, that was leaking her light blue genetic fluids. Her belly was also visible, a perfectly round sphere with a rock-hard navel. Redglare removed her garments as well, showing off her body, with much larger, monstrous breasts, and a nook that was equally wet with arousal. Her own pregnant belly was fully exposed, dwarfing Terezi's Terezi laid on her back, mouth open, a big, wicked grin on her face. Redglare walked over to her, positioning her ass right above her ancestor's face. "H3Y, C4N YOU F4RT ON M3 F1RST?" she said, still smiling. Redglare took a deep breath, squatting down slightly. Her asshole could be seen puckering, and opening up a bit, as she released a loud, nasty fart. Terezi inhaled deeply, savoring every second of the putrid scent. She moaned, beginning to stroke her own nook. "Oh, I'm sorry, that must have been the grubloaf I have this morning" she said. She released another deep, wet fart right in Terezi's face, who sniffed it all up, loving the feel of the warm air and stench surrounding her. She pleasured herself aggressively, letting out yelps and moans. "1 W4NT SOM3 P1SS" she said. Redglare obliged, spreading the petals of her nook, and raining down a golden stream of urine all over Terezi's fertile body. Terezi used her long tongue, licking up the few drops of golden liquid that she could. "NOW T4K3 4 B1G SH1T ON M3" she said, ready to go into the final level of her twisted fetishes. Redglare obeyed, spreading her asscheeks apart, as the remains of her morning grubloaf had begun to turtle out from her asshole. The thick, brown, chunky log of solid shit plopped itself right down on Terezi's chest, landing in her cleavage. In response, Terezi decided to take a shit herself, a large, clay-colored coil making its way out of her anus. "MOR3" Terezi demanded. Redglare moved forward a bit, taking another huge, smelly pile on her belly, forming a perfect, almost cartoonish coil on her big, round stomach. Terezi stood to her feet. "1 TH1NK 1TS MY TURN" she said. Redglare took the hint, laying down on the ground, exposed. Terezi planted her asshole above Redglare, ripping an unimaginably odorous fart right into her nostrils. Redglare's eyes watered from the scent. Determined to outdo her ancestor, Terezi pulled her ass cheeks apart, and dropped a thick brown turd onto Redglare's bloated belly, much larger than anything that had come out of Redglare. It continued to pour out, in all of its thick, stinky horribleness, forming an increasingly large pile on Redglare's tummy. Finally, the turdy onslaught stopped, leaving only an enormous pile of waste on Redglare's round stomach. Redglare had been pleasuring herself the whole time, and managed to reach her climax, spraying her fluids all over the floor. Terezi, who had also been fingering herself throughout, released her own sex juices at the same time. The two trolls paused, before Redglare looked up at her partner. "Just so you know, I'm not cleaning up" she said.
  16. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    This is an art trade for my friend and talented artist Dango-tan2 ^^ http://dango-tan2.deviantart.com/ (She's an anime DL artist that works for extremely low prices!) Art featuring their chibi OC, Dango A true hardworking artist doesn't take a break...He or she keeps working through the long days, and through the short days. An artist doesn't let anything stop him or her from working, and they'll continue to work until......well, until this happens. :) (I've done that in my diaper countless times while drawing ^^)
  17. I've wanted to do another Yuka story for awhile. This one is a rewrite of the first story I wrote called The Thief and The Holy Girl. This time though, I wanted to make a longer, more fleshed-out story with more situations. I'll give the warning that this first part has no drawn out desperation, but that will be coming later. If casual peeing/pooping isn't your thing, then this first part isn't going to tickle your pickle. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part I In the courtyards of the prison, she could hear them talking, though just barely. “So what did she do?” One guard asked another. “Assaulted a noble. There was a brawl in a small teahouse, nice little place. A couple of kids got rowdy, just as Lord Danshin’s son was visiting. In the whole mess, this girl, thin as a beanpole lashes out at somebody and misses him. Hits the noble’s kid square in the jaw.” The first guard seemed to find it difficult to take in. “This is that girl down in the cellar, right? The cute one with blonde hair?” “Yep. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right, so anyway, Danshin’s kid, now covered in tea, starts hollering and screaming. He demands whoever struck him must be executed. By now, the rest of these kids have realized who it is screaming and they’ve bolted out the front door. Not the girl though, she was just stood there.” “So she’s sat in that cell waiting for the gallows?” “Nope. A few weeks before we were meant to do it, Captain of the guard comes to visit personally. Claims Lord Danshin’s kid was way out of hand and that her sentence be lowered to a life imprisonment. So she’s shoved down into the cellar and left to rot.” “Shame, she’s cute.” In the bowels of the prison, in the old cells deep beneath the ground, a thief had been locked up. For the crime of assaulting a noble, she was to miss trial and be sent straight to the gallows. But the sun shone from her arse one lucky day when that execution was reduced to life imprisonment. This thief was Yunoko Tanobi, a blonde-haired miscreant and extremely talented. It was her who had raised her fist to that noble, striking him square in the cheek. Now, she was left to rot in this cell. She was a sharp, tomboyish girl of nineteen years. Courtesy of her thin frame, she had a sharp, distinct face with amethyst coloured eyes. She had long, straw-coloured hair that reached her shoulders, or would if it did not flick upwards. It was as if a banana skin had been discarded atop her head. That was the joke that was shared among her friends. The well-renowned beauty of Orientian girls was lost to Yunoko, with her wide whimsical eyes that always seemed to be looking for something and her thin crooked lips that held a certain sinister intend buried behind a friendly grin. As for her body, she was thin and built like a beanpole, barely an ounce of fat on her. She was skinny, lanky, and well shaped only around her arse, which she often touted as been her best feature. Even without any sun for so long, she was still a light tan colour. Appearance meant little to her, and her philosophy for thievery had always been the less she wore, the less constricted she felt. Because of this she often favoured a long white robe without sleeves; She’d torn them off believing it made her difficult to grab. She’d been right until recently. Beneath her robe, she covered her breasts, barely, with a brown corset that exposed her midriff. Were it not for laws, or the constant propositions from drunk horny men in the late hours, she’d happily walk around with her assets on display. Her shorts were a dull beige and often so low she’d catch a stray wind against the crack of her arse and lastly her boots were simple, made of leather, stained with all kinds of muck that littered the streets. Today had been a day like every other day that had passed since she’d been locked up. Yuka had woken up, tended to a pesky inch on her arse, and hobbled over to the corner of her cell, scratching herself the whole way. Still half asleep, she’d squat down over the drain and take a long, hissing piss into the waiting abyss. She’d yawn, let out a tired groan and fart, all while her water rushed beneath her. She’d sigh with relief as a whole nights worth of water poured from between her legs, splattering against the iron grate beneath her. Once she was almost finished, she’d peer between her legs and watched the last of her piss rain down in the unending darkness beneath her. After she’d taken her morning piss, she’d shake off the stray dribbles, cursing the lack of paper she was given as she jiggled her butt to get dry, then pull up her shorts and get breakfast. An iron tray would always be waiting by her cell door. On it was a bowl of porridge, unsweetened, lumpy, and more like gruel, as well as a cold cup of green tea. Seeing that miserable excuse for food made her long to be back in the capital, eating meat and drinking wine once more. She’d sit on her bed, slowly nibbling at the lumps of porridge and sipping her green tea. Some days she’d think about the Thieves Guild, and others she’d think about Ania, hoping one day she could feel her soft embrace again. Once breakfast was finished, there was nothing to do but sit on her bed until nature called. Once she heard the moan of her stomach, she’d jump up from her bed and head back to the corner of her cell, where she’d yank down her trousers and take a dump over the drain. With a soft grunt, Yuka farted. She wrapped her arms around her legs and emptied her bowels into the hole. Eating nothing but porridge had given her a soft stomach. She’d farted again, only this time it was wet. After a few seconds of wiggling her backside, she’d feel her hole yawn and a slither of soft mess wormed its way between her cheeks. It passed easily, like slop. It fell into the sewers beneath with an echoing splat. Once she was relieved, Yuka hopped up, her shorts still around her knees, and reached for the papers she used to wipe. Most of what she used for paper were pages from the books she was given in ‘care packages’ which were often sent courtesy of an old friend. She took a few papers and bent back down. “You guys bring me this drivel, but won’t bust me out.” She scrunched up the paper angrily in her palm and used it to wipe her arse. Taking a dump was the last notable thing of the day in Yuka’s routine. With the exception of one call at noon to give her another thimble of bland tea, all she could do until lights out was lie down on her bed and stare up at the cold concrete ceiling. For most people, that would be enough to drive them insane. Not for Yuka, she held onto the hope that her friends were planning something to get her out of here. She was the best thief they had, no job went without loot when she was the one running it. Those thoughts were what kept her sane. Once or twice, if the feeling took her, she’d even entertain herself with her fingers. But touching herself couldn’t compete with the touch of a tavern girl. Their soft, almost silk-like touch gently fingering the soft spot between her legs as she’d grope their bare breasts was a feeling she missed greatly. Often, as she played with herself, she’d sigh, yearning for the touch of another woman, and it was those thoughts that entertained her and pushed her toward pleasure. The day passed, and evening came quickly. Not that Yuka could tell. There was no window in her cell and the only way she knew of the passage of time was by the Prison belltower. She lay in her bed, one foot hanging over the other and both hands behind her head. She sighed. “Someday…” Her longing to escape was interrupted when her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and that dire excuse for porridge hardly sustained her through the whole day. Dinnertime had to be soon, or so Yuka thought. An hour passed, signaled by the ringing of the bell, and still no food. Yuka grumbled, jumped up from her bed and angrily approached her cell door. “HEY!” She yelled through the bars of her cell door. The words echoed but nobody seemed to care. “HEY!” She called again, this time rattling the iron bars. Her calls were answered; The sound of heavy footsteps pounded against the old stone of the prisons cellar. A looming shadow that only grew as it approached her swept along the concrete walls. A large bull of a man appeared, wrapped up from head to toe in steel and leather armour. He stood at nearly twice the size of the prison doors and glared down at Yuka with dead soulless eyes. “What?” He said calmly, but there was no kindness in his voice. “I’m hungry.” Yuka scowled. “Dinner was meant to be an hour ago.” “You eat when we say you eat, Prisoner.” The man tapped the handle of his greataxe against the stone floor. His cold lifeless stare did not ease up and he leant forward to match Yuka’s height. She wasn’t easily intimidated by the Brutes display. A thousand cunts twice her size had tried that before him, and few could scare her. She too leant forward, mimicking every action he did; she slapped her hands against her hips, leant in until she could smell the cheap booze and aging meat on his breath and scowled, baring her teeth. “Dinner was meant to be an hour ago.” She repeated herself quietly this time, displaying a seething anger in her voice. BANG! It happened quickly. The Guard, for a large boorish brute, was certainly quick with that axe. He slammed it against the cell door, rattling the metal and sending a howling echo through the cellar. Shocked by the sudden rattling of the bars, Yuka fell backwards, unable to comprehend what had just happened for a second. She nearly fell arse-first onto the floor of the cell, but managed to save her backside the hard landing. “You eat when we say you eat, Prisoner.” He growled again, wrapping his meaty hands around the handle of the axe and cackling. All Yuka could reply with was a long cold stare that tried to hide her anger. Her heart was pounding from the fear that strike brought her, but she buried it in the pit of her stomach. I’d kick you in the fucking balls if I could. She thought, holding her tongue. “Fine…” She gave in, scrambled to stand up straight and brushed off the dust that had landed on the bottom of her robe. There was a twinge in her bladder as she bent over to reach her robe, and again the need to take piss had made itself known. “I’m going for a piss.” Yuka waved her hand feebly in the air, brushing off what the guard said like it did not bother her, and strolled over to the corner of her cell. There was no privy in her cell, or even a small hole to squat over. Her cell was directly above the sewers and in the corner of her room was an old drain that connected to them. Apparently it was an old drain for throwing old food waste down into the sea, and that was what Yuka had for relieving herself, a squalid old drain. It didn’t bother her too much. She’d pissed in far worse places in her time. The only thing that bothered her was the smell that crept up, and she even grew used to that eventually. She approached the drain, one hand already fiddling with the button on her shorts. The feeling of fullness that pushed against her bladder was mild, but it made itself known. It had been a while since she’d last taken a piss. This morning actually. She unbuttoned her shorts, hooked her fingers around her knickers and pulled them down. She turned around, angled herself over the iron grate that led to the sewers and squatted down over it. She couldn’t go so easily. Out of the corner of her, Yuka could see the guard was watching her squat. She could see those wide, bloodshot eyes leering at her, hoping to get a peek of something. She raised her middle finger to the leering guard and hissed. “Hey, I’m trying to take a leak!” The guard growled. He tapped his axe against the stone and leant toward the cell door. “Turn the fuck around!” Yuka yelled. The guard growled again, and this time he shook his head in disgust. His hand disappeared behind the wall and he pulled the mouldy old curtain over her cell door, bathing her cell in near darkness. She had some privacy, at least. Yuka shuffled over the grate to get comfortable. She found it hard to piss if she wasn’t comfortable. She spread her legs slightly and sighed. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she huffed and let her bladder handle the rest. But before she could, something caught her attention down deep in the sewers. Yuka held back her water and peered down between her legs. She noticed a very faint light from deep below illuminating a small patch of mouldy stone. A lantern. “What the…” Somebody was walking through the sewers, and they were getting closer. The thought of somebody wandering beneath her cell gave Yuka a menacing thought. One that made her grin. For no other reason that to amuse herself, she watched the light grow closer. When it was right beneath her, she intended to open the floodgates and piss right on the head of whoever was beneath her. The light came right beneath the grate and stopped. It was still too dark for Yuka to tell who it was, but it was probably just a guard; some poor bastard who’d been sent on rat extermination. She didn’t care, her piss didn’t discriminate. With a big grin, Yuka shuffled again, angling herself properly and lowered her butt closer to the grate until her butthole was almost puckered up with the dirt steel. With a mischievous grin, she relaxed and let her river flow. “I think this is it.” Somebody beneath her spoke. It was a boy, and the voice sounded familiar. “Are you sure?” A female replied to him. “The map says it’s her cell. Right beneath the sewers, right?” “Alright, get the rope.” They were talking about her, they had to be. Nobody else was locked up in the cellar. The rest had already been carted off to the gallows or released. “Who are they…” Yuka held herself, halting her water right at the tip of her maidenly spout. It stung, and she grimaced, but it subsided quickly. “Yunoko, you up there?” The boy called up. Before she could reply, Yuka peered around the corner of the drain, and upon seeing the shadow of the guard was gone, she called back down. “Who the fuck’s down there?” The boy didn’t answer. “Move aside Mouri.” The girl spoke in his place. “Yunoko, I’m gonna shoot a rope up to you. Get ready to catch it.” “Hey hol-” She couldn’t even get her words out before she heard a whistle fast approaching her. It was a dart, and behind it a length of rope was unfurling. It shot up through the drain, barely missing her left arsecheek. “Fucking hell…” Yuka cursed, feeling the wind of the dart. “You almost gave me a second arsehole.” With nibble things, she grabbed the dart before it could fall back between the iron bars. “Alright, I’ve got it.” “Now tie it to the pipe running across the wall.” The girl ordered her. “Can I at least, you know, pull my knickers back up?” “Now, Yunoko.” The girl sounded low on patience. “Fine…” Yuka sighed. She followed the girls orders and tied the rope around one of the metal pipes running along the wall of her cell. Her shorts fell down further and landed atop her boots, revealing her bare arse to a cold drought that felt refreshing in more places than one. As she tied the rope, Yuka thought to herself for a moment; she was sure she’d heard the name Mouri. It couldn’t be. She hadn’t seen him in months. He was one of her few friends in the Thieves Guild and a boy with far too little stones to be doing something as daring as a prison breakout. She tied the rope around the pipe and finished tying the knot. “Alright, done.” “Mouri, hand me those gems.” “A-Amida…” The boy shook his words. Yuka could hear his nerves quivering just from the sound of his voice. “D-Do you mind if I do it?” The girl sighed. “You’re kidding.” Things went silent for a moment. “Think you’re up for it? Remember make it quick and use these gems around the corners of the drain. Remember: The corners. Say it with me.” “The corners.” The boy repeated those words. “Amida? Mouri?” Yuka recognized Amida too, and now it was absolutely clear. She hadn’t been forgotten about and left to rot in prison. The Thieves Guild had actually grown some stones and come to break her out. “I didn’t think you two had the balls to come do this.” Yuka grinned. She felt all warm, her heart was fluttering and she felt a joy she hadn’t felt since she was last on the outside. After a minute, Mouri arrived at the top of the rope. He appeared beneath the grate with a less than satisfied look on his face. He’d grown in these three months, or so it looked that way. His dark hair had grown and a thin layer of fluff was growing on his lower lip. He looked like a man now. “Hey Mouri.” Yuka giggled. “Getting a good view of my arse from there?” She wiggled her backside. “Wanna give it a kiss?” The young thief’s cheeks burned a bright crimson at the sight of Yuka’s bare thighs, as well as her more personal of assets being wiggled in his face. He averted his gaze and looked straight ahead at the gross walls of the sewer. “Now is not the time for messing around, Yuka.” His words stumbled. “Come on, pull your shorts up and let’s go.” “This is the first time I’ve had a lads face this close to my arse.” She reveled in his embarrassment. Already, it was like old times, and that made her joyous inside. She hopped to her feet, pulled her shorts back up and buttoned them up. That piss would have to wait, at least she would have the pleasure of an actual toilet… or an alley. “You’re lucky, I was gonna piss on your head.” Mouri ignored Yuka and did exactly was Amida had ordered him to do. With four small orange gems in the palm of his hand, he pressed one against each corner of the drain. A small orange flame erupted from his hand and burned away at the metal, melting it almost instantly. On the final corner, he rested a gloved hand against the grate, relying on his legs to keep him on the rope, and caught it one the gem had melted away the last piece of metal. He shimmied up the rope and gently placed the grate on the floor of the cell. The sight of the barren cell twisted his face with disgust. “This is what you’ve had to live in for three months?” He asked. “And that’s what I’ve had to shit in.” Yuka pointed to the open drain. “Let’s get going before that numb fuck out there realizes what’s going on.” Yuka climbed onto the rope and descending with Mouri into the depths of the sewers. “Hey Mouri?” She whispered. “What?” “Thanks for not forgetting me.” Yuka smiled warmly.
  18. I'm glad I was able to find all the documents for this. This is for the first chapter of the Guild Apprentice, an interactive I ran for ended recently. This version is a rewrite of the original interactive with some parts touched up because the early chapters didn't really age well. To the people who read the original interactive I hope you enjoy this, and I hope anybody new will enjoy this. Here is a link to GA: Part 2 which is currently ongoing: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/51233-the-guild-apprentice-part-2/?page=2 This will be getting updated every few days. Part I You are roused from a peaceful sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled in a silk cushion. “Uuu…” You sit up, waiting for the mugginess of a rude awakening to fade. “I must’ve nodded off before we’d left town.” You think, rubbing your eyes. It’s not surprising, you’d barely slept a wink last night, the excitement of today, as well as a somewhat lumpy tavern mattress had kept you awake for most of the night. The last thing you remember is hoisting your rucksack aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of the town gate. You must’ve nodded off before you were even out the gate. Inching yourself toward the carriage window, you peer out to get a look at your surroundings. The sun is high, peeking over the tall oak trees along the trail. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept the entire journey. As you stretch out your arms and yawn, you look around your carriage; it’s a basic oak compartment. Easy on the eyes and even easier on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large curtain the runs the length of the whole compartment. Beneath your seat is a small nook to store your belongings, but for the journey you felt comfortable keeping your rucksack by your side. In your weary-eyed state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before nodding off. Sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in a warm welcoming glow. You rub the sleep from your eyes and lean over your seat to take a glance through the carriage window. It’s a beautiful summer day in the Midlands without a cloud in the sky, birds are chirping and a light breeze is blowing through the forest, rustling the leaves. You huff, regretting that you didn’t walk the trail now. It was the perfect day for it. You lean over, reaching for your rucksack when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. Looking down, you see it’s a small ornate hand mirror tucked under the seat. You bend down and pick it up. “Strange, I don’t remember packing this.” You mumble to yourself as you raise the hand mirror to your face. How on earth did it get in your carriage? Perhaps a noble was to use this carriage and had forgotten it? There was no chance of that, no noble would be riding in such a shoddy carriage, even the thought makes you laugh. Regardless, you decide now is a good time to check yourself over. You want to look your best after all. Gazing into the mirror, you quickly check yourself over, sweeping your hair, wiping the drool from your mouth, the usual fare for when you’d faceplant a pillow and fall asleep. Your name is Shibo Kenshiko, an aspiring mage of House Kenshiko, a magi family who hold high rank among the noble families of Orientia. Being a girl of plain appearance, the noble roots of your family did not shine through too well. Nothing in particular stood out about your looks, though you liked to think you were cuter than most girls. The recent weeks in the sun had given your skin a healthy tan, your eyes were curved and as light as the blue sky and you seldom smiled. You had long green coloured hair that would normally reach down to your shoulders, but you were fond of keeping it contained in a long ponytail. Your outfit too lacked any air of nobility, though it did not stand out much among the people of the cities. It was quite fitting with your appearance; a simple white blouse that was far too big for you. Sadly, it was all the tailor had in stock when you needed some garments and you couldn’t afford to be too picky. It stretched down to your knees and was nearly long enough to be a dress. Along with your blouse, you wore a pair of green baggy shorts, and a pair of black tights along with a pair of leather boots that could certainly use a shine. “I look fine.” You comment to yourself, smiling. You run a hand over your green hair and hold the mirror out to get a better look at your figure. Your clothes concealed your curves well, giving you an almost blocky figure. That was for the best. You were modest in your womanly assets; you breasts were fair and the same could be said for your backside; like a firm, well-rounded peach. Your hips had the honor of being your least modest feature; they were slightly wider than average and often it made you feel a tad… pear shaped, but you thought little of it. Finally finished, and giving yourself a soft smile, you sit the mirror down by your side. As you do that, you notice, sticking out of your satchel, a piece of rolled up paper. That was your letter of acceptance to Fort Victoria, the capital fort of Eseriths Fighting Guild. You pull the parchment from your satchel and unroll it. On the parchment is the sigil of the Eserith Fighters Guild; two longswords crossed in front of a silver kite shield. Running across the bottom of the sigil is a banner reading the words “Always Willing. Always Ready. The famous motto. The parchment also bears your name: Shibo Kenshiko and a signature: R. Rodrin, the mentor of the site that had gotten you your Apprenticeship. Holding that letter close to you, you sit back in your seat and close your eyes. You fantasize about your new life with a Guild. “I’m going to be a Guildhand.” You whisper the words, letting them hang on your tongue. Just speaking them makes you grin with joy as you open your eyes and once again admire the letter in your hands. Those words filled you with glee now just as much as they had when you first spoke them. As you are sat there, letting dreams fill your head, you hear the squeaking wheels grow quiet. The horses whinny, their hooves trampling the mud and falling quiet too. The carriage grinds to a halt. That was odd, you weren’t expecting any stops until Guilden, and you certainly weren’t there yet. Quickly folding up the letter and stuffing it in your satchel, you go to see what the commotion is about. On your way past, you decide to take the hand mirror with you, but when you reach down to pick it up… you find it’s gone. “Strange…” You hoist your satchel over your shoulder and leave the carriage. The door of the carriage swings open and you are greeted with the warm sun on your brow and a warm breeze. You can hear the rushing water of a nearby creek. “Aye, calm yourselves!” The carriageman, an old balding man with a thick beard and heavy sleepless eyes, yells to his horses. His voice causes a robin to flee from the branch of a nearby oak. You step up beside one of the horses, comforting the nearest one with a gentle pat on the nose. There is a narrow river running through the forest. It’s not too deep, a few twigs and stones stick out above the waters surface. No, the real concern that is causing the horses such dismay is a tree which has tumbled down, taking the wooden bridge over the river down with it. “Oh, Miss Kenshiko.” The carriageman notices you beside the horse. He takes a wooden pipe from his pocket and sucks on it. “I’m afraid the carriage can’t go any further.” He says with a frown, the pipe hanging from his lips. You share his frown, but only for a moment. Then, you feel a great joy in being able to enjoy this beautiful day on foot. “I don’t mind.” You smile at the carriageman. “It’s too nice a day to be cooped up in a carriage.” You grasp the strap of your satchel with both hands and look ahead. “How much further is it to Guilden?” The carriageman takes a puff from his pipe, lets the smoke hang in his mouth, and exhales. “It should only be a half hour venture on foot, I reckon.” He stands up and points over the collapsed bridge. “Just follow the trail and you’ll come out on the hill overlookin’ the lake.” “Thank you.” You reach into your pocket and throw the carriageman his payment for ferrying you so far. “I wish you a good day, sir.” With your boots to the dirt, you prepare for the final quarter of your travel. You hop across a few stones by the bridge, leap across the river and follow the road deeper into the forest. It’s beautiful, almost tranquil. The sun shines through the trees, critters scamper around your feet, chirping and chattering before vanishing into the bushes. A soft summer wind blows over you, rustling your hair. You feel relaxed as you walk briskly through the tranquil stretch of forest. Roughly five minutes later, as you are walking along, surrounding yourself with the sights and sounds of the Riverren forest, you suddenly hear footsteps running toward you; stressful boots thumping against the dirt, closing in on you. “Hey! Wait up!” A voice calls out from behind, urging for your attention. It’s a young girl travelling alone who beckons for your attention. She looks far too innocent to be a thief or a brigand. She is quite short, almost half a head shorter than you, her eyes gaze widely like a child and her auburn hair looks like it was cut by a drunk with a blunt knife; it was short and only got longer and messier the nearer it got to her ears. But it’s her “unique” attire that catches your eyes. She’s wearing a long mage robe with the sleeves cut off near her elbows, and a messy white shirt that looked more like an artists canopy, splattered and stained with all matters of colours and patterns. A belt full of vials, all filled with unknown concoctions of various colours, as well as a leather bandolier of potions are wrapped over her robes, and the most eye-catching of her apparel - a large wooden barrel, almost twice her size is hoisted on her back like a satchel, held in place with two leather straps that she’s grasping. The barrel hisses and a burst of steam erupts from the top. You hear it gurgling like a hungry beast from within. The young girl, despite hoisting that gargantuan barrel, does not struggle to catch up with you. She stops when she gets by your side and catches her breath. Up close, you see just how short she truly is - her eyes just meet your breasts. That’s somewhat of an impressive feat, since you were not too tall yourself. The girl huffs and puffs, her red cheeks inflate and deflate, her chest heaves and she pants, desperate to swallow all the air she can. Finally, she manages to blurt out some words. “Y-y-you… you’re h-heading for Guilden… right?” She struggles to speak between bouts of heavy panting. Her ragged breathing and flat heaving chest make you think lewdly. You blush, and avert your gaze. “Aha! You are! I knew you were!” She gives you a toothy grin. “I see that letter in your backpack.” You didn’t feel the need to give a response now the girl knew. Instead, you nod. “Maybe you should put the barrel down for a moment?” You say. “Ha!” The girl grins, her teeth showing through her smile. “Good idea!” She lets go of the straps and the barrel collapses behind her, kicking up dry dirt. “Ahhh…” She bends down, leaps up and stands up straight, stretching out her arms as high as she can. “That’s better!” She throws a hand out in your direction. “My name is Muaki!” She introduces herself, offering you her hand, which you accept reluctantly. “You say the first part like a cow!” She demonstrates with a moo, completely forgetting she had just pronounced her name while introducing herself. “So it’s Mooo-aki!” She grins. “I’m an alchemist from Waverton! A pleasure to make your acquaintance!” Though reluctant, you still feel obliged to introduce yourself, though Muaki’s ecstatic nature makes you feel especially shy. Probably all that cheeriness. You were never that outgoing, especially around energetic people. “My name is Shibo.” You start with a nervous quiver. “Shibo Kenshiko.” “Kenshiko?” Muaki tilts her head like a confused puppy at the sound of your name. After a moment to herself, she snaps her fingers her eyes begin to glimmer. “Ah! You’re from Orientia!” She goes quiet again, muttering under her breath and giggling. “Sorry, I was just running your name through my head! It’s really fun to say! Shibo Kenshiko. Shibo Kenshiko. Shibo Kenshiko. You should give it a try!” “There’s no need for that.” You say playfully. “I hear it enough almost everyday.” “I bet you do!” Muaki does not catch on to the subtle snarkiness in your voice. “Shibo Kenshiko. Shbo. Kenshiko. It’s so fun to say!” She tenses up, scrunches her face, and clenches her fists with overwhelming glee that leaves her feeling giddy. After repeating your name a few more times, she finally gets bored of saying it. “Sorry, I’m just really excited about getting to Guilden. Do you mind if we walk together?” “I… sure.” You say, resisting the urge to sigh. So much for enjoying the forest peacefully. But you’d feel guilty turning her down, and it was only a short walk to Guilden. “Ha! Great! I love walking with company!” She bends down and hoists the barrel back onto her back. It gurgles. “Let’s get going!” She points onward and starts walking, hunched over with the weight of the barrel on her back. You look at down, frowning at the sight of your scuffed boots. “I have to pee…” You mumble, hoping Muaki doesn’t hear you. That’s all that is on your mind. It had been lingering for a while but only now was it creeping up on you. Maybe it was the heat. You’d hoped to hold it in until you reached Guilden, or if the need got too demanding, you were not averse to wetting a patch of dry dirt behind a tree. But that option went out the window thanks to your newfound traveling companion. The stretch of forest seemed never ending and the tea you had downed before falling asleep was getting well acquainted with your bladder… perhaps a bit too well acquainted. “A half hour walk my fanny…” “Shibo! Is something the matter?” Muaki looks back, noticing her walking buddy is now absent.. Pushing back the urges in your bladder, you look to Muaki and shake your head. “It’s nothing.” You would not be resorting to a childish potty dance just yet. For now, you just had to endure it. You rush on to catch up with Muaki and together with your new friend walk along the trail.
  19. Hey, thought I’d share my latest video in spire of some slightly embarrassing noise related mishaps. I have the night to myself, so decided to kick it off a few hours ago by getting some drinks in, with the end goal of weeing myself. This went smoothly. However, when the time came, and I sat on my mat and started videoing, I got a wave of performance anxiety lol. I was relaxing myself, but I wasn’t weeing. I relocated to the shower. Standing in it, knowing that cleanup is reduced significantly, sometimes makes things easier. But I still wasn’t weeing. So I pushed. After about two minutes (which I’ve cut), I finally started wetting myself. However, I’ve had tummy problems today. And while I thought I was clear of them for the time being, while pushing to wee, I also farted a few times. And had a (very minor, and not visible in the video) accident with one of them. This did not please me. Still, I’m glad I was in the shower at least lmao. And the drinks haven’t worn off yet, so I’ll share it anyway, even though it’s bad. https://caryspee.tumblr.com/post/166268515228/lesson-learnt-dont-push-too-hard-to-wee-yourself
  20. [Hello everyone! Nikolai here with a new story series! Today, I wanna make a story where you, the reader, are now roommates with two skunk girls who love to fart and sometimes mess~ hope you enjoy the series~] "Man, I've been walking down this road for ages now.. where is this place?" You ask yourself, looking down at the paper in your hands. Your parents have recently kicked you out of the house, and you needed a place to live. On the paper, there are two names under the residents section. Miku and Keko. Miku and Keko are two lovely skunk girls looking for a third roommate. You happened to be the lucky winner. Lucky you, huh? The only thing is, you don't know the two girls are skunk girls. You just assumed they were possibly ordinary girls or a couple of nekos. You stop in the middle of the block you were walking on. You look down at the paper and read the house number to yourself. "1438.." You say as you look up from the paper, looking for the house with that number. You notice a dark purple house that stands out from the rest. It looks very tidy and cared for, and that's what catches your eye. You read the digits next to the front door. "1438.." You say quietly to yourself. Then your eyes light up as you realize that this was the place! "Oh finally! I was beginning to think that the house was fake!" You say excitedly. Without hesitation, you swiftly walk up the walkway leading to the front porch. You continue walking up the stone pathway, eager to meet both Miku and Keko. As you walked up the pathway, your nerves made you feel slightly nervous. You've never really spoken to many girls before. Maybe you'll get along with these two! You finally reach the porch, and gently step up the single stair. You slowly walk up to the front door. You take in a deep breath, nervous on meeting your new roommates. You extend your hand out in front of you slowly, and your finger gets closer and closer to the doorbell. Your finger meets the doorbell, and you ring it. You hear the doorbell ring inside the small little house. Then you hear two female voices from inside. "Oh, who could that be??" You hear one say. "Ooh! It must be the new roommate! Let's go greet him!" You hear the other say. You stand there for a few moments before the door opens, revealing the two girls. One girl was wearing a white and black hoodie, with black leggings. The other was in a blue tank top with grey leggings. But you immediately noticed the one thing that stood out the most about these two girls. They both had huge, fluffy skunk tails and cute little skunk ears. And their hair was black eith little white stripes in it. This took you by surprise as you have never seen a skunk girl before. "Hello! You must be the new roommate! I'm Keko! And this is Miku!" The one girl in the hoodie said as she wrapped her arm around the other and pulled her close. [This is the end of the first part! If you like it, stay tuned for the next part! ♡]
  21. Irene was just coming home from a long night at the movies when a storm came. It was after midnight, and she was tired. She didn't want to go to bed yet, so she went to the kitchen and drank what was left of a one-liter carton of concentrated orange juice, which was more than halfway full. Combining that with the thirty-two ounces of soda that she drank at the theaters, plus a cup of tea that she drank afterwards, sne felt that going to the shower would be a bad idea. Instead, she went straight to her room and turned on the TV. Because the room was usually hot, she didn't bother putting on pajamas. Insstead, she just takes off her red tank top and black jeans and hopped into the bed. She began to relax in her comfortable white cotton panties and bra, which were in clear sight because she took the quilt off of her bed and she's not wearing pajamas. The cool air blowing in the window fan next to her bed had felt so good that it actually made her a little aroused. She takes both of her hands and places them between her legs, then slowly drifts to sleep. Irene starts to dream of getting up in the morning to go to the bathroom. She enters the bathroom, locks the door, pulls down her white panties, and sits on the toilet. She sighs as she gushes a torrent into the toilet, making a loud hissing sound as it sprinkles into the water. As she is peeing, she lets out a big and loud (and juicy) fart that surprisingly didn't stink at all. It almost sounded as if she was about to take a dump, but all it was was just gas. Wet, juicy gas. After the stream had died down and the gas chamber was empty, it was time for Irene to wipe her privates. Though it made her a little aroused, she pulls up her panties and flushed the toilet. Irene snaps out of her dream at the sound of her alarm clock. She turns off the alarm, only to feel something wet underneath her. She looks down and sees her panties pulled completely off and the mattress completely soaked. She gasps deeply, understanding that she had wet the bed, along with herself. What was worse, she wasn't finished. Luckily, she was the only one home, so she didn't care much about walking butt naked. Then again, the windows were wide open in the living room. So, she decides to finish the little job that she started. She hops back in the bed and sits on it with her legs closed. She sighs and releases what was left in her bladder into the mattress. The dark patch begins tp expand and darken even more. She then stops amd gets into a standing position with her legs open. She aims for the pillows and releases a sprinkly yellow stream that splashed on the walls. The stream died out a few seconds later, and the breeze from the fan began hitting her crotch, making her aroused to where she sits back down on her pee-soaked bed and rubs her privates. During this, she lets out a wet and juicy fart that covered the entire room, making her even hornier. She rubbed even harder until eventually she gushed out a clear fluid that splashed onto the pillows and part of her bed. She sighs in relief as she let out another wet and juicy fart.
  22. Warning: The story that you are about to read is at least 20% true. Also, it contains diapering, messing/pooping, masturbating, and squirting, as well as wetting and peeing. (Knowing me, it may contain mostly messing.) Just remember...you've been warned. :D Prologue: My name is Spector Incognito. I have just enrolled to Aeris University. I'm eighteen years old. I've always wanted to know what living on my own really felt like, so I've planned move out of my parents' house and into a dorm. But before I could do that, I had to get a physical AND a shot. But it wasn't all that bad, until the nurse had whipped out the first needle. As soon as she stuck it in my arm, I began to notice her knees shaking. I wondered if she was afraid of something. When I asked her that, she smacked me in the face, probably 'cause I said it in a joking manner. But when I started to hear something splashing on the floor, I quickly thought otherwise. Yes, my friends, this twenty-something-year-old lady (obviously her early twenties) had just pissed herself right in front of me. At that very moment, she asked if she could check my...you-know-where. I took off my belt and unzipped my pants, just as it started to spring up. The nurse took one good look at it and went "Ooooh, a happy little one, aren't you?" and wraps her soft fingers around it. Now, I had to pee, myself-- really badly. The way she began to move it was making it hard to hold it in. Eventually, she takes it out of my pants and moves it around some more. Then she strokes it with her hands. I was desperately trying to hold it in (of course, I'd tell her I had to pee, but I thought it's better if she didn't know). Then she moves it faster to where it was just about to come out at once. After about five seconds, the floodgates have opened, making it spray all over her chest. I stopped it, just as it had almost hit her in the eye, but the way she was moving it had made it impossible to keep it closed, as a bigger stream had gushed out right in her face. Though I almost felt embarrassed about this, she somehow seemed to like it, as she sighs and moves it around so it would get all over her body. Then, all of a sudden, she unbuttons the top of her dress and puts it in her bra so it would get in between her breasts. Her head, on the other hand, was in so close of a reach that I could stroke her long powder blue hair. When the stream stopped seconds later, she took it out of her breasts and re-buttoned her dress up. I stared at how badly her dress was soaked, along with her face and neck. At that point, she had placed her hand on her butt. As she started to fidget again, I slowly crept my hand up her dress and placed my finger on her panties, just as she had quickly took it out and ran to the toilet, surprisingly with the door open. She sat on the toilet, watching me staring at her. Eventually, I began to hear the biggest eruption I had ever heard in the toilet. As she was holding on to her stomach, she was farting very loudly, probably in hope to push something out. She then asked if I wanted to watch. As much as I wanted to plug my nose, there was no way in hell that I could tell her no. She got up and slowly pulled me next to the toilet. I sort of expected to see her legs open; instead, she closed them, lifted the seat, and sat on the rim. I grabbed her shoulders so she wouldn't fall into the toilet. As I stared into the toilet, I began to hear more gas come out of her butt before seeing brown fluids shooting out in a massive jet stream. She stops every now and then to catch her breath before pushing out another stream. She seemed to be out, but she was actually trying to hold in a third stream. She fidgeted a little, hoping that it would come out in a massive burst. A few seconds later, it came out in a much more powerful force than before. After it had stopped seconds later, I had wiped her butt and the front side (if you know what I mean) and flushed the toilet. I don't know why she even bothered putting those pee-soaked panties back on, but I'll bet that she felt good about letting it all out. But then I got concerned about her dress. Thankfully, there were plenty of spares in the cabinets. There was also a sports bra sitting underneath the desk for some odd reason. Her underwear, on the other hand, was replaced with a very thin diaper, which she seemed to have trouble getting on; I had to help her out with it. Then we both washed our hands and went back to the room to finish the checkup. When she finished, I had left out of her office with a pair of her pink panties with ten digits written in black ink on the back. In the front, right at the wet spot, was the name Clara. If I know one thing, I'm gonna be callin' somebody tonight!
  23. I am a Second year at Vale's one and only Huntsman/Huntress Academy, Beacon. I am also one of the biggest closeted perverts you will ever meet. Luckily, nobody has ever found out, I think I would have to go curl up and die if somebody did. See, I'm kinky like the body of an old pre-airship car. I like when women are embarrassed in public situations, it's some sick turn on for me. I also like when they're squatting or sitting down and their pants ride down and you can see that little strip of underwear, or butt crack. Oh, and I've kind of got a thing for feet too, but that doesn't really come up all that often. My biggest and most shameful secret fetish though is that I am obsessed with other girl's bathroom needs. Y'know, peeing and pooping? Gross right? Well that's what I like. From the moment they first need it to the the last moment of relief they get as they sit down and let it all out, it's all one big treat for me to see. I especially like it if they get really desperate for the toilet, and they're squirmers. You know, those girls that just can't sit still and bear it? That gotta let everyone and anyone know that they gotta go? Yeah, that gets me off, probably mostly because they're embarrassed too, and their squirming usually involves them shaking their asses. Now I would become a social pariah if anyone found this out, so I've been extra careful not to let anyone know. Even my teammates haven't found out yet and I LIVE with them. I can't say what team I'm a part of because it might get out and ruin all of our reps, but I guess you already know I'm a Second Year so take your pick I guess. There have been a couple instances this semester though that I thought my secret was going to get out. I don't know where Ozpin found these first years, but on three separate occasions, I got to live out a sexual fantasy the likes of which I thought I would never get to see. Since I'm never going to get to be able to talk about it with anyone, I figured I could at least share it on the internet where nobody's going to figure out I guess I'll start with the first one. Funnily enough, it happened the very first week back at school. Everyone had just started to settle back in and everything, hell, I hadn't even finished unpacking yet. Now, I'll be the first to admit I'm kind of nerdy. Like, there's a chair at the library that probably smells like my perfume with how often I'm using it. And all through last year, as far as I could tell, I was the only student like that. At least the only one that used it just for reading books, and not for playing card games like Duke does ?. But this year, for that first week, and every week after that now, there's been this other girl that's in there almost every day for at least a few hours after classes. She's a first year, kind of on the taller side, with long black hair and a really pale complexion. Slim, but I'll tell you she's got the cutest butt I've ever seen. Like, perfect shape, and toned, but with just enough of a jiggle to it that you can see it through her uniform skirt and just...ugh! I guess I'll stop describing her cause she probably wouldn't want to be recognized, but that's about as much as ya'll need to know about her looks. Anyway, she's really bookish, and by the end of the first week, I was noticing that she was always alone. I figured she was shy, so I was gonna be a good upperclassman and offer to be her friend. After all, we both like books, so we could bond over that. So i kind of stalked her for an evening on the third floor of Beacon's library, and waited until it was looking like she gonna leave. Once she headed for the elevator I kind of rushed in after her, looking like I was in a hurry so I could get in on the same lift. Nice girl. Held the door for me. So now we're in this enclosed space, and the first thing I notice is that she's actually taller than me, which is a little embarrassing, since I'm older. She's also shifting around on her feet a little bit, so i think at the time she's probably nervous. A reclusive girl like her probably doesn't like standing so close to other people. And I notice she's holding a copy of "Jane Ecru." I've read that! This is my in! At least, that's what I thought. Just as I was about to open my mouth, the elevator audibly hitched and grinding, knocking me off my feet and causing her to stumble to the wall. The light flickered and the elevator's buzzer started to go off like an alarm. My first thought was that the elevator was going to fall, and I let out an embarrassingly shrill scream. It was actually the first year girl that calmed me down by yelling at me that the elevator was just stuck from across the cramped box. Embarrassed, I cleared my now slightly-sore throat and leaned up to hit the emergency red button and then the door release button. No good. The doors were locked up, and the only response we got was a little red L.E.D that came on in the elevator with a label next to it reading "Call received." I remember grumbling about how such a state of the art school had such an old and crappy library/elevator, but I got no response from the other girl. In fact, she seemed pretty content to stay quiet and ignore most of my questions, scooching her way to the corner of the elevator and leaning into it, staring at her feet, while continuing to shift around. At this point I still thought she was just nervous. Since I didn't know how long we were going to be there, I whipped my Scroll out to first, tell my team where I was, and secondly, call the school library desk to make sure they knew we were hear. She said she did but they had to call the janitor back from home and it could be any amount of time before we get out. Apparently we were stuck between the second and first floor, so we weren't in danger even if it fell. We'd only fall a couple feet. That was reassuring at least, so I decided to relax and just sit on the floor to wait it out, going to play around on the scroll itself. My action seemed to remind the other girl that the school gave her a scroll to use and she too sent a message to her team, or it least it looked like it. The next half hour was pretty uneventful. I decided not to press things with the first year and just sat there playing a mobile game, still getting over my embarrassment for screaming like a baby at a falling elevator. But this is where the story starts to turn for the sexual, cause I notice her make a really sudden move out of the corner of my eye. Using my super-great huntress reflexes, I peer over to see that she had grabbed the front of her skirt when she thought I wasn't looking, crossing her ankles. My eyes widened and I spoke before I could stop myself. "Gotta pee?" That got her attention all right. First of all, she let go of her skirt and brought her hand behind her back, her cheeks lighting up and her eyes shooting me a nasty look. "No." Fair enough. But that reaction was all I needed. I now understood what was going on. This girl had to pee and she was trying to hide it from me. I was stuck in here with her and there was no telling how long we'd be here. I felt a shiver go up my spine at the thought, but I was equally as nervous, cause this would be the worst way for my secret to get out. Perving on some shy first year while she's in a vulnerable situation? Still, it was kind of exciting. There wasn't much I could do at that point, so I went back to playing my game. But I started to sneak looks over at her whenever I could. Unfortunately, she wasn't really the overly squirmy type, but now that I know, I could tell she had to go pretty bad. Whenever she thought I wasn't looking, she was sneaking a tug at her skirt's front or a little bounce in place, and she was standing with her ankles crossed, the foot in back tapping the tip of her shoe against the elevator floor. She would bite her lip in a way that got me feeling hot in a very comfy way... But then I noticed it was hot in a very uncomfy way too. Our combined body heat and the lack of air conditioning in the elevator had begun to heat the little box up it would seem. It wasn't unbearable or dangerous by any means, but I could see a little sheen of sweat appearing on her legs, and mine as well. I decided I would try to converse with her again... "Getting hot in here?" I joked. She didn't reply again. From that point, her state only seemed to get worse, as every little tell she was doing only got more frequent and less discreet. After about an hour and twenty minutes, she had her hand gently tugging down the front of her skirt at all times, as though she didn't care if I saw it anymore or not, and she was doing a little swaying dance in place, moving first from her stance with her crossed ankles, to two feet, where she rubbed her thighs together or would bounce a little bit, and move to the other foot, crossing her ankles again. Her breathing was a little more frantic, and her eyes stared at the doors longingly. I was in heaven right about now, so I couldn't have asked for a better experience, but after about ten minutes of this going on, I heard her give a little noise of surprise, like a squeak or a mewl. I didn't even try to hide my gaze this time. My head turned and I saw that she had her legs crossed and one hand gently pressing her skirt between her side, her other hand gripping her boot tightly to her chest while her upper body curled over a bit to keep balance. That was it. I knew what had happened all to well, and the knowledge of what had just transpired meant there were now two different wet patches on two different sets of panties in that elevator. I probably should have left well enough alone, after how she'd responded to me before, but I had to open my mouth again, openly staring at her now. "Hey, you okay?" I said. Of course, she quickly stamped her foot back down and uncrossed her legs, letting go of her crotch and glaring at me with a face as red as a christmas light. "Why don't you mind your own business!?" She snapped, her voice cracking in embarrassment. That was all the response I needed. I held my hands up in a mock surrender and turned back to my game, pretending that I wasn't having the time of my life. We were stuck in that elevator for another forty five minutes after that, and I wont lie, after about half that time I started to need to pee too, which was not helping the tension in the room by any means. The first year girl only had her state grow more frantic as time went on. After another ten minutes, she had to go back to having her legs crossed, and tugging at the front of her skirt. By now, the temperature in the little box had gotten high enough that I could see that her legs had a glisten of sweat to them, as did her neck and forehead, though that might have been from the red blush that had permanently stamped itself on her face. I was sweating too of course, mostly in my lower back and pits thought (Thank GAWD I kept my blazer on otherwise It'd have been super embarrassing for me too ?.) After twenty minutes she leaked again. And I know she leaked again, and that it was a pretty big leak, because I was looking when she suddenly winced, making another little mewl from her throat, and pressing her thighs together. And I saw, in the spot where the flesh of her thighs squished together, a bit of yellow tinted clear droplets falling to her knees and collecting there for a moment before soaking to her skin and disappearing among the glistening sweat. I swear I could have died and gone to heaven. I could just imagine the state she was in right now, her panties already soaked to the point of letting her leaks fall out down her legs. This complete stranger sitting right next to her, watching her nearing an accident. What I wouldn't have gave at that moment for a look up her skirt. Five minutes after that, she grabbed her crotch, and kept her hand there as she resumed dancing about in place. She was getting squirmier, and I knew her type quite well. They only started squirming when they were on the complete brink of an accident. It was their last resort. Now the question would be how squirmy would she get. Do I sound creepy? I feel like I sound really creepy. Anyway, she didn't seem to be checking whether I was looking anymore, which was good because my eyes were glued to her. The way her skirt swayed when she cocked her hips back and forth, the glistening liquid on her thighs. The burning blush on her face and the grimacing expression as she grabbed at her crotch through her skirt. I'd need to change my underwear when I got back home too, that's for sure. Now unfortunately, this story doesn't end with her wetting herself. I don't think I'd have been able to resist myself if she had (that's a joke, teehee.) She stayed that way for the next half hour, probably leaking a couple more times and getting a little more frantic with her dance. But finally, just when it seemed like I was going to get to sit here and watch this girl pee herself, the elevator made a whirring sound and rumbled a bit, before moving down yet again. I could swear I could see the light of god in her eyes as she stamped forward, bouncing and stamping her feet in front of the elevator door. Doing my best to swallow the lump in my throat, I got up from my spot on the floor, watching her squirming hips and frantic behavior. The doors open, and of course, she rushed right to the first floor girls room, not even stopping to address the librarian who was waiting for us. The woman looked at me, and all I could offer was a nervous chuckle and shrug. I asked if I was good to follow after the girl, since I knew the woman probably wanted to leave and go home, and when she nodded, I couldn't hurry to the bathroom fast enough. As soon as I swung that door open, my ears were graced with the sound of what sounded like a hose pouring liquid into a half full bucket. I felt my own face light up when I shuffled over to a stall of my own and chanced a look under the walls to see her. There she was, sitting two stalls away, with a pair of dark grey panties bunched up around one ankle, and I could see from where I was that they were completely soaked. She had leaked a lot, and it was heaven to imagine just how close she was to wetting herself. I stayed there and listened for a few moments, taking in the sound of her relief. Funnily enough, I can swear that I heard her make some noise close to purring. She didn't seem like a faunus though, so I was probably hearing things. When her stream started to die down, I decided to sit down and do my business in as little lewdness as I could imagine right then. I'm sure everyone reading this is waiting for the part where I start describing how I got off right there in the bathroom to the sound of this first year peeing in the same room as me, but sorry everyone, I was good girl this time! I did my business and left like a normal student, only a few minutes after the first year girl had left... Now for what I did later, that's up to everyone else ? But enough about that. I guess I can say that after that, her and I have developed something almost resembling a friendship. I didn't see her in the library the next day, but the day after that I found her in the usual spot, and I went up to her to apologize. Oddly enough, she chastised me for that, saying I didn't have anything to apologize to her for. The conversation kind of ended there, but after that, she started to come over to me, asking me if I knew where books were and things like that. We've talked a couple times, mostly about books or our respective teammates. She's nice enough. Makes me feel almost guilty about oogling her that night. But hey, beggars can't be choosers. Anyway, it's late enough and I think i'm starting to annoy my teammates by tapping away at the computer so late, so I'll have to tell the other two stories another time. Everyone have a great night and keep on the lookout! ? -Vivacious Voyeur in Vale
  24. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    Commission for Bobkitty: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/bobkitty Fwo's mommy takes care of many babies at her daycare, and after a nice BIG snack, she sits the cute kitty down on her lap to sing to him softly as he drifts off to sleep. Nothing can disturb this peaceful moment between mother and baby....FFLRRRT! the loud earth-shattering noise cuts through the silence, startling mommy and kitten....Peew...what a stinky kitty. >///<
  25. Hey, all! In my introduction, I mentioned that I had plans to possibly put together some comics. To that end, I set about planning some possible story ideas. The one that I liked the most involved wetting and possibly messing at a fancy dress party. Now that I've shared some art with you, I felt that I should share some of my writing with you too. Below you'll find some words that I've written, based on that particular story idea. I'd love to hear any feedback you have! I've received some very kind comments so far in my art thread, so thank you! WARNING! CONTAINS SWEARING, FARTING, AND IMPLIED POOP DESPERATION!
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