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  1. Does anyone know, there is a video on here already of a girl dancing and wetting, is this the same girl as in that video. This one is titled "Dancer wets her jeans again". She does some dancing and then goes to playing with herself a little as well. Warning: Video contains some nudity toward the end where she pulls her jeans down. Dancer Wets Her Jeans Again.mp4
  2. ATOM-175 (Part 5)

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    ATOM-175 (Part 5 of 5) DIURETIC TICKLE TORTURE / AMATEUR DESPERATION & BIKINI WETTING *BRIEF CHANGING-ROOM NUDITY* Final clip of the 4-hour JAV. A woman takes the challenge of diuretics and water and is tickled on a sofa by 2 guys until she pees her bikini. In the full video the wetting is followed by explicit sex: that has been removed from these clips, so the only nudity is when each girl changes into the bikini she is given for the challenge. The wettings aren't huge in any of these clips, but of them all this is probably the best one.

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  3. Saril: Greetings, my readers...and, hopefully captivated audience. To the first of what I hope is a Many Season Show. Though, what's a show without actors? What's a display, without proper toys? Saril: So, let me...spill it out for you all, so we can....Ah..Hey- AuthorFaust: Ground rules. Faust will help Saril, as she's never done this kind of thing herself properly before.... [Hold it..!!! Omo-Idol!] Hold it Idol is similar to a combination of a show like American Idol, and a bit like The show Big-Brother. Ten Girls will share one large Household, in the Residence of Saril.....For a two week vacation. But, having a mere vacation would be rather dull... Saril: So, I've arranged for it to have gone from a mere escape from the daily life....To a Lust-inducing-Extravaganza. All of the girls shall be pushed to their limits and beyond......Metaphorically, Literally, and lewdly..... AuthorFaust: Through the two weeks, there will be a myriad of Tests, Trials, and Challenges for them to overcome....That will test their abilities in ways that people have likely though of before, but we've decided to recycle anyways! Saril: And, as the title implies.....The main objective out of all of the challenges is to find out which of the girls is best suited for the title of..... Saril's Hold it!!!, Omo-Idol! AuthorFaust: Said perks include being featured as the de-facto plaything in the stories Omo-Weekly magazines, an increased affinity and presence in future stories....and of course.....The love and admiration of all of our lustful viewers in seeing them loosing their waters in whatever way most enticing throughout time....! Saril: I would settle for making them an Angel of mine, but the Author insisted on sharing our soon-to-be-Idol with everyone. Saril: Oh, but as I stated...What's a contest without contestants? Troubled, trembling, tormented-tinkle-tanks, toiling away......Inside of our tasty targets. AuthorFaust: As this in in the interactive forum though, You can probably guess what kind of input we plan to incite.... Saril: So, without further ado.....Set up that info, Faust. AuthorFaust: Right, right... ============================================================================================================================================================== AuthorFaust: However, keep in mind... The story will be written by Faust...But the Events will be influenced by you, the Audience. So, while you won't be Controlling one of the characters directly..... You will help determine their fate. Saril: As an added bonus, when I'm selecting the ten to join... I'll even start off with a little...Audition video for them. Granted, only writing...but.... AuthorFaust: Faust will fill in any character slots people don't fill.....and will write a small scene for them. AuthorFaust: Pitching ideas with your characters is welcome, of course. Faust will put up a model for one to utilize as soon as he's ready to type a bit more....So... Saril: Bring on the contestants! Once we have enough, the fun can really begin!
  4. Version 1.0.0

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    As my post promised in that one thread, here it is, a smoking and wetting video from yours truly. Also shows my feet at various times if you're into that ;) Really needed to go, hated to waste it, so decided to throw on some light-colored jeans, light up a smoke, sit down in my No Way Out chair, and try to read the chapter I've been working on. There are only two omo scenes in it, but I only made it to the first one before I started pissing myself a little. I wanted to hold on longer, but Doody (my roommate) came home, so I had to just let go.

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    The next series of vids from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ Starting from June 1 till June 12. Short clips of Japanese women wetting their panties (2-3 min) Different situations as usual, desperation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knickers, uniform, jeans wettings, masturbation; schoolgirls, nurses, ladies next door.... Some old ones, certainly some new ones as well...

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  6. On the mornings when Matty gets up early or he gets up to go to work I will either go into Alice's room and get into bed with her or she comes and gets in bed with me and we either snuggle and watch TV or go back to sleep depending what time it is. Yesterday morning I was roused by Matty getting out of bed and he apologised for waking me and said he was going to get a shower and was then heading out to run some errands. I kissed him before rolling over and snuggling under the duvet. As I came round I noticed that I really needed a wee. The previous night me and Alice had some holding fun and all the liquid I had drunk had filtered through and filled my bladder. I was too warm and cosy to get up and go pee and decided it wasn't too bad and went to go back to sleep. As I laid there I heard movement outside the door and I looked up and found Alice walking in. I threw the duvet open and she climbed into bed and snuggled up to me. She asked how long Matty had been in the shower. I told her about 5 minutes and she said okay. I asked why and she said she had gotten up because she needed a wee but then found the bathroom locked and realised it was Matty so came and got in bed with me. I nodded and said that I needed to pee too but I was too warm and cosy to go. She laughed and said “I was too, but I really needed a wee so had to get up”. I laughed and she said she would go when Matty finished and would come back. I nodded and rolled over and turned my music on and snuggled back under the duvet. We laid there listening to the music for a while and I just thought she was being quiet but I then realised she had fallen back asleep. Matty came back from his shower and got dressed and kissed me goodbye and after he left I snuggled into Alice and went back to sleep. I woke about an hour later and the first thing I noticed was how badly I needed a wee. I put my hand between my legs and squeezed my thighs together. I laid like that for a while enjoying the feeling of my full bladder and the feeling of my steadily increasing desperation. After about 20 minutes I was absolutely bursting and I knew if I didn't get up and go pee soon I would end up wetting the bed. I put it off a few more minutes but then I heard my sisters TV turn on in her room and I knew she would be getting up soon and getting ready for work. I decided it would be best to go before she got up and went for her shower. As I manoeuvred my arm from underneath Alice she stirred. I told her I was sorry and laid watching her as she came round from her sleep. She is always so cute when she wakes up. When she came round she said good morning and I noticed she was squirming. I said good morning back and swung my legs out over the bed and stood up. She asked where I was going and I told her I was going for a wee. She moaned and said “oh god hurry up I was just about to go”. I giggled and said “you do seem a bit squirmy”. She nodded and said “I was desperate earlier but then fell asleep, now im bursting so please be quick”. I laughed and headed over to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and let go of my bursting bladder. It felt so nice as relief washed over me. The thought of Alice laid in bed squirming waiting for me to finish was turning me on so much. Eventually my bladder emptied and I got up and went over to the sink to wash my hands. As I came out of the bathroom my sister was coming out of her room. She smiled and said good morning and went past me into the bathroom. I smiled at the thought of Alice needing a wee but now having to wait. I went back into my room and climbed into bed. She was laid squirming and I leaned over and said “you look so sexy when you squirm”. She giggled and I leaned down and kissed her. We kissed for a moment before she broke away and jumped up and said “ill be back in a moment I need to go for a wee before I burst”. She did a cute little dance as if to emphasise her need before she headed to the door. I wanted to tell her that Casey was in the shower but I wanted her to find out for herself. She went across the landing and hit the bathroom door. When she found it locked she realised Casey was in there and grabbed her crotch and bobbed. She came back and said “oh god Casey's in the shower and I'm nearly wetting myself”. My eyes widened as I watched her dancing around in nothing but her sexy white knickers. She came and sat back on the bed and started bouncing. I just watched her bouncing in desperation and watching her boobies bounce. As I watched I found myself getting more and more turned on. Every few seconds she would make the sexy desperation noises like gasping and going “oooh” and sucking air through her teeth. Her hand was firmly jammed between her legs pressed against her pee hole and she was gently rubbing against it. About 5 minutes passed and she suddenly jumped up and walked over to the bathroom door. She knocked and said “CASEY!!!! please don't be long”. I heard a muffled reply and Alice said “okay....but any longer and i'm going to end up having an accident”. I melted with arousal as she said that, I love it when girls use the word “Accident” it always sounds so cute to me. She came back and stood at the bottom of the bed dancing and grabbing her crotch. Suddenly she let out a gasp and I asked what was wrong. She moved her hand and pulled her knickers tight. There was a wet patch on the front and she moaned “oh god im starting to wet myself”. She put her hand back and resumed her sexy dancing. She kept gasping and the wet patch got bigger and bigger. After she had dripped a few times the leaks started. With each leak she moaned and the wet patch got bigger and she droplets running down her thighs. I could only sit there staring at her as she slowly started losing control. Suddenly she moaned out and a spurt escaped past her fingers and shot down her legs. I followed it with my eyes as it ran all the way down to her feet. Then another followed and another. She was walking back and forth down the side of the bed in an attempt to keep control. All of a sudden she stopped and said “no no no no, I can't wait anymore, im going to burst”. I told her she could do it but she shook her head and said “Im trying but im almost weeing, its going start any second”. She stood on the spot for a moment bouncing and bobbing before moaning and saying “oh god its coming, im having an accident”. When she said that sentence my arousal took over me and my body took over. I reached over and grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed. I grabbed her leg and moved it over me so she was straddled across me. She continued her bouncing on top of me and I got so turned on. She tried to get up and I held her down. She moaned saying she was about to burst and told me to let her go. I shook my head and she said “but im about to wee, it will go all over you and the bed”. I smiled and nodded and said “yeah....thats exactly what I want”. Her eyes widened and I said “let it go baby”. She looked shocked but then a smile spread across her face. She continued bouncing for a moment and then suddenly my tummy and crotch felt warm. I looked down and saw pee pouring out of her knickers all over me. It felt so warm and wonderful and we both moaned, her in relief, me in arousal. She seemed to pee forever until eventually she stopped and let out a sigh. There was a huge puddle on the bed and I was covered in her sweet pee. I pulled her down and kissed her long and hard before rolling her over so she was laid in her puddle. I licked down her body tasting her pee on my tongue. The more I tasted the more turned on I got. I licked down to her knickers and ran my tongue up the soaked material. I licked her throbbing clit through the wet material until she was writhing in orgasmic pleasure. After her fun we got up and stripped the wet sheets off the bed and put them to wash. We then shared a nice long hot soapy shower together where we had some more fun, but I won't write about that...that's for your imagination. She certainly brightened up what was a boring Wednesday morning
  7. Hey everyone, it's me again! I had another accident last night and I was nearly caught again. It was a series of incredibly erotic events! Luckily my ability to think on my toes in these situations saved my ass again. So I've been playing SOMA. Its a horror game made by the same people who made Amnesia, so if you don't know of it I just told you everything you need to know. I've been almost home alone since yesterday morning. What I mean by that is, my mother is gone on a trip for work and my brother is also gone away staying at a friends until Sunday, so until then it's just me and Dad. I was taking advantage of this fact. Dad can't cook so we've been living off pre-made store-bought food like subs and the chicken I just ate, as well as coca cola (Bad for me, I know). Now, I've been getting really into this game. Its really scary and really immersive. And I'm easily scared. I'm sure you can see the direction this is going. I was playing last night and had been drinking lots of coca cola. The caffeine really got to me, and I filled up rather quick. I don't know HOW quick, because time flies when I'm gaming. I was barely paying attention until I noticed I had to cross my legs and rock a little to be remotely comfortable. It was undeniable at this point, I really, REALLY had to pee. I was wearing tight light blue jeans, complete with a belt with a cute butterfly buckle, and black and white striped panties. My top was...somewhere. I dunno. I'm the type that after she gets home to relax, layers start coming off in no real specific order. I was still wearing my bra, a nice black one I like, but thinking back I'm surprised I didn't discard that too in favor of just one of my big T-shirts for the sake of comfort. Too eager to immediately get into the game I guess. I didn't even remember to eat. I rarely do, and when I do hardly enough to get any damn nutrients, thus my being a stick. This forgetfulness will come into play. So anyway, I was playing SOMA and I really had to pee. Crossing my legs, rocking, no grabbing though, as my hands were occupied with the game (I'm playing this on a dualshock 3 I have connected to my PC. The mouse and keyboard business lately has been making my wrist sore so I'm changing it up!). But I've got a bit of a complex where I don't pause to do something unless I've just hit a checkpoint. If I'm in the middle of an objective I don't stop until I've completed it, no matter how urgent other matters might be. The objective in this case, was to go downstairs and reset the network connection so I could run some sort of simulation to get a code from a virtual dude. Of course I get down there and there's a monster I didn't predict. Some gross mass of flesh with legs. Anyway, the point is I didn't know he was in there. And I get really immersed and really frightened. I walked into the room and felt something was off. It was dark and the music and accompanying atmosphere had gotten heavy. To reiterate, I get a little too immersed. Just being here put a pit in my stomach and a cold sweat on my brow. I snuck around, not really expecting anything to be there. I was quite literally on the edge of my seat, stiff as a statue, legs crossed with a bursting bladder. Just had to hit the button on the other side of the room and I could run off. But then I rounded a corner and saw it. It wasn't looking at me, but it was really close and I could see how very grotesque it was. I couldn't even move my character, I froze. My breathing went heavy and my eyes wide as I sat there, frozen and shaking. And my crotch going damp. Wait what? I slammed the pause button and shoved my hand between my legs. I was suddenly acutely aware that in being frozen in terror, I had peed in my underwear a little bit. A quick check showed a small patch between my legs. I cursed myself for letting myself be so caught off guard and vowed to run to the bathroom. As soon as I hit that fucking button, of course. I unpaused and backed off a bit, composing myself, waiting for the enemy to go away. As soon as I had the chance I slipped across the room. Finally, the network reset button! I flipped the switch. But I had to wait a moment so I could hit it again as confirmation? God dammit. Of COURSE, the button pushing action would be noisy enough to attract the flesh bag to said computer. I heard it coming so I tried to back up behind one of the server things. But something was blocking my character. Shit. I panicked and turned around to see a chair on the ground. blocking my path. And I turned BACK around, and creepy moaning flesh dude was STARING RIGHT AT ME. So goddammit, I turned around, jumped over the chair and ran. Sprinted through the weaves of the mazelike room, and out. There was a room outside of it to the left I knew I could shut the door to. My plan was to run in, turn around, slam the door, and figure out a hiding spot in there before he got in. Of course my plan had a fatal flaw. I was completely unaware that this limping, groaning bag of whatthefuck, could sprint like Usain Bolt like you were leading him around in a race car with a gold medal tied to the back, when you alerted him to your presence. He was sprinting and on my heels the whole way, when I assumed I had a few seconds of respite I really didn't have. I ran into my safety room and spun around to slam the door. And it was right there. Sprinting about 5 feet away from me screeching. It slammed into me and the screen went black. Of course during this short timeframe, I SCREAMED. I screamed and I dropped the controller, my hands shooting up to my face. The next thing I knew when I came to my senses, I was wetting myself from sheer terror. My ass was suddenly very warm, and as I was still on the edge of my seat, it was pitter pattering onto the floor. I stood up as fast as I could, crossed my legs, reached my hands down and held on for dear life. I regained control and assessed the damage. The back of my thighs and my ass were...very wet indeed. My pants and underwear were quite obviously saturated beyond saving so I'd have to change. The moment I stood up though my bladder dropped like a rock and I suddenly noticed that it was quite visible. Being a stick of a person, when my bladder gets big I can tell pretty well just by looking at my belly. I had severely leaked, yes, but I still had a ton left in me. So bathroom time it was! Those of you who have read my last experience already know my bathroom is just a little down the hall from my bedroom, on the 2nd floor. So I shuffled to the door and turned the knob to open it...Just as my dad was coming in. He didn't know I was on the other side, obviously, and my door, like most bedroom doors, opens inward. The doorknob was swiftly driven...directly into my bladder. I hid 85% of my body behind the door and peeked around and looked at my dad, asking what he wanted. The door wasn't wide open obviously, it was just wide enough that he could probably slip through if he turned sideways. While I was asking this I was trembling horribly. That impact to my bladder had knocked my control out of the park. I felt myself slowly start leaking, gradually getting heavier. My crotch was getting warm. The warmth started spreading. I could feel my pants getting wet in the back, and some starting to seep through to the front. I was not in a position where I could start dancing around or suddenly whip one of my hands out of dads view, as I was holding onto the door and leaning around from behind it. He could see from my head to my shoulders I imagine. He told me I had forgotten to eat and that he had re-heated my food. I stammered, shaking, legs wobbling as I lost further control. I tried so hard to clench my muscles down and press my legs tighter together, but my control was heavily wavering, to the point it was rapidly switching between extremes. One second I had full control, the next I'd hear the hissing for a second and hope he wasn't hearing it. I was basically peeing my pants now, the wetness traveling much further than my ass given that I was no longer sitting down. It started soaking my legs, leaving trails, two big ones down the back of either leg and smaller ones branching off. I told him I'd be down in a minute to eat. I let out a small audible gasp as my inner thighs became overly saturated and I could feel urine trickling along my bare feet and ankles. He asked me if I was alright, saying he saw I was shaking. He moved in the door more, pushing the knob further into my bladder. There went any control I had left and the hissing in my jeans became loud and constant. Pee was pouring out of me, and I could feel it traveling all over the front and back of my legs. I groaned loudly as he did this and he raised an eyebrow, and he tried to come in, yet again pushing the knob into my bladder even harder. It was like a hose at this point, it had gone from a stream into a jet, and I was wetting myself so hard the crotch and thighs of my jeans just couldn't hold this volume at this speed and it started heavily dripping onto the floor, pattering into the now growing puddle around me. He was about to come in and look at me in full and I started to panic. I suddenly realized that the pee hitting the floor and the loud hissing coming from my now drenched crotch was pretty loud, almost deafening to my in my paranoia and I quickly raised the volume of my voice and used my daughter powers to cover everything. "DAD!! I'm shaking because I'm cold! I'm not dressed, I'm trying to change in here!!" and gave the door a shove. I can pretty much guarantee you, you will never see a male back off faster in your life. Daughter powers. Every daddy's girl has them, and they work 100% of the time, and we all know how to use them like its primal instinct. Don't test us. Not applicable to mothers. I'm sure the story may seem drawn out while reading but do remember this was a short exchange that lasted like 20 seconds, maybe less. I heard a muffled "Alright, see you downstairs" and him walking off. I turned around and rested my back against the door. I unbuckled my cute little butterfly belt, undid my button and unzipped my jeans to give my aching bladder some relief. I was drenched anyway, so I figured I'd enjoy the moment and just stood there and finished wetting my pants. It felt absolutely wonderful now that the panic was gone. The warmth, the hissing, the general relief...these are sensations I'm sure 98% of you know so I don't really need to describe that. But it was amazing. And very much a turn on. I sat in my puddle for a bit and just recouped, before sitting back in my chair which also had a tiny puddle in it from earlier, and tabbed over to my browser to look up some...similar material to my situation, and yeah that other stuff. When I was finished I stripped off and took a shower, put on some jammies, cleaned up my messes with a towel, and I threw all that stuff into my laundry pile (which I did today while Dad was at work) and went down to grab my dinner and kick it back in the living room to watch some netflix with Dad for a bit. Nice bonding time, also partially testing how aware he was. Completely clueless, just as I suspected. As always, I hope you enjoyed! Please leave feedback and any thoughts, and I will of course answer any questions :) I love you guys! Read my previous experience here!~: https://omorashi.org/topic/27824-wet-myself-outside-of-the-bathroom/
  8. Hey guys, sorry to anyone that was still waiting for me to continue The Conduit, if anyone even remembers it. I've not been able to motivate myself to write lately, but I did dig this story up from my old hard drive. I wrote it a long time ago, so try not to be too harsh on it. When I read it again, it was even worse than I remembered, I even ended up removing the first chapter which was just my attempt at imitating the opening chapter of the first Harry Potter book. Anyway, I don't think this is anywhere near my best work, but maybe someone will enjoy it. It reads very similar to my other stories, meaning it contains desperation and wetting, oftentimes leading to humiliation and diapers. I hope you enjoy it. Hermione Granger and the Philosopher's Stone Hermione Jean Granger was as precocious as any 10 year old anywhere, perhaps even more so. More than once her primary school teacher sent letters home asking Mr. and Mrs. Granger to please have Hermione refrain from correcting the teacher during lessons, as it was becoming disruptive to the learning environment. Despite the letters, the school was thrilled to have Hermione as a student. She was exceptionally bright, working at several grade levels above her peers. Hermione; however, was quite disappointed with school. They praised her just because she could memorize the information from a book and repeat it on a test, it was so boring. Each year she hoped the classes might be more challenging and she might learn something new, but every year it was the same. Maybe secondary school will be better. Hermione thought to herself. She would be attending an all new school next fall, with all new students. Hopefully this time they'll actually care about learning. Hermione never had much luck in making friends, all the girls at school seemed so childish to Hermione. All they did was gossip and giggle about nonsense instead of trying to learn, and then they had the nerve to make fun of Hermione for being smart, honestly. One group of girls in particular had learned the hard way that Hermione would not take harassment laying down, not that the girls, nor the teachers, would ever even suspect Hermione had a hand in the events of that day. "Did your nose get stuck in another book Hermy? Do you need help?" The three girls had tracked Hermione down during lunch, not that she was hiding, she was sitting in her usual chair, in an open unused classroom, with her legs tucked beneath her, reading. "It's Hermione." Hermione didn't bother looking up from her book. "What's that? I can't hear you behind that book, Hermy." Miranda, the de facto leader of the girls bothering Hermione. "My name is Hermione." Hermione lowered her book to address the three foolish girls in front of her. "Oh my apologies, Her-MI-one. Miranda overemphasized Hermione's name as she gripped either side of her skirt and dipped into a mock curtsy. "It's just that you seem to be so busy reading that you haven't finished your lunch, I suppose I can do you a favor and drink your juice for you." All three girls laughed as Miranda swiped Hermione's unopened juice box and stalked away. "Oh no, please don't take my juice." Hermione muttered sarcastically to herself as the girls finally left her alone. Step one complete, She thought to herself. Sighing, Hermione closed her book, making a mental not of the page she left off on, and stood up. She stretched briefly before gathering her things and making her way back to the classroom. There were still 15 minutes left before lessons resumed, but Hermione was on a tight schedule. Hermione got to the door and peeked inside the classroom, empty. Every day at this time the teacher left the room under the pretense of making copies, but Hermione knew she was really just going for a smoke break in the girl's lavatory, prohibited by school rules. Unfortunately for the teacher, the girl's lavatory was scheduled for cleaning right now, Hermione was sure that would put Ms. Evans in a bit of a bad mood for the afternoon classes today, step two complete. Hermione gripped the handle on the door, locked of course. All the classroom doors in the school had automatic locks that prevented the doors from being opened from the outside without a key. Fortunately for Hermione, she had discovered the lock on her classroom was faulty. Hermione concentrated and jiggled the handle just right, and the door popped open with a 'click.' Stepping lightly inside, Hemione strode purposefully to the back corner of the room, she still had 12 minutes, more than enough time. In the corner of the room was a door that opened to reveal a small cubicle with a toilet against the wall. The school apparently didn't trust the girls to make it all the way (20 meters) down the hall to use the toilet. Hermione could understand for the younger kids, but Hermione couldn't understand why girl's her age wouldn't be able to even make it to the toilet on time...during the day. Then again, Hermione wasn't exactly surprised considering how childish her classmates acted, but Hermione didn't have time to reflect on the immature behaviors of her classmates. Adjacent to the lavatory door stood a wall of small lockers, each labeled with a different name. Locating the locker named 'Miranda', Hermione gripped the handle and just as before, the locked door popped open under Hermione's hand. Hermione reached past a couple larger packages before grabbing the object she desired. Unfolding the garment in her hands, Hermione examined it in the light of the darkened classroom. A pair of pink, extra thick panties, designed to be absorbent in the event of small accidents. Each girl in the class had their own locker with spare underwear, in the event of an accident during class the teacher would unlock their locker so they could change. Some girls needed to visit their locker rather often, not Hermione obviously, she was far to mature to wet herself in class. Barely less than a diaper really. Hermione thought to herself, feeling the thickness of Miranda's panties. But most importantly, Hermione looked at the back of the panties, MIRANDA was neatly stitched along the inner waistband. Closing the locker door, she turned back to the lavatory. Quickly stepping inside the cramped cubicle, Hermione wasted no time balling up the panties and carefully dropping them into the water of the toilet. She watched as they sank to the bottom of the bowl, once they had settled, Hermione carefully dropped pieces of toilet paper into the water, sufficiently hiding the panties, while still looking natural enough. Step three complete. Hermione let herself out of the toilet, closing the door behind her. It would be too suspicious if she was in the room when Ms. Evans returned, or even if Hermione was waiting out side. Peering around the classroom to ensure she had not left any evidence of her presence, Hermione walked back to the classroom door and slipped out, going as unnoticed as she had been going in. Careful to remain unnoticed, Hermione made her way back to her chair where she usually spent lunch times. The cafeteria was so noisy, and today it would no doubt smell like chili, Hermione preferred to spend her lunch periods reading, and sometimes planning, away from all the noise. Before long, the bell signaling the end of lunch sounded throughout the school. Not letting her excitement shine through her usual, indifferent face, Hermione made her way back to her classroom. This time, the door was already open, and the lights were on. Hermione sat at her desk in the very last row, the teacher had moved Hermione from the front row to try and stop her constant interruptions and corrections. Sitting where she was, Hermione had a perfect view of all the other students as well as the lavatory. Hermione, satisfied with her endeavors, relaxed back to watch her carefully laid plan take shape before her eyes. There were still some time before class started when Ms. Evans walked into the classroom, looking thoroughly put out from being denied her lunchtime cigarette. Ms. Evans was nothing if not habitual, a fact Hermione counted on, she went to smoke everyday at the same time in the same place. It just so happened that today was the day the janitor cleaned the lavatory during lunch. Despite this semi-regular occurrence, Ms. Evans never found a new location to smoke, causing her to be in a rather bad mood whenever this happened. Incidentally, it was often on these days when girls needed to visit their lockers for clean underwear. The combination of the lavatory being closed right after lunch, and Ms. Evans being grumpy enough to limit trips to the toilet, caused more than a few pairs of wet panties among the girls. Entering the room shortly after Ms. Evans were the three girls Hermione was really interested in right now. Miranda and her two flunkies took their seats a little ways in front of Hermione. From her position, Hermione could see that the girls on either side of Miranda, Casey and Cari, were sitting with their legs crossed beneath their desks, and Miranda was leaning forward slightly, while bouncing her knees. Today was the day that the school cafeteria served chili, Hermione had been monitoring the lunch menu quite closely for some time. The school chili was by no means spicy, but it was hot enough that the girls who bought the school lunch would be sure to have a few extra drinks to go with the meal. Hermione was observing two such girls sitting on either side of Miranda, both of whom still had their legs tightly crossed. Even for girls, such as Miranda, who prefer to bring lunch from home rather than buy the school lunch, could find themselves caught out in need of a toilet if they were to have more to drink than usual; say by taking someone else's juice, for example. It would be especially troublesome if said juice had been tampered with by someone with the knowledge, means and intent to exact revenge. Hermione had done her research, the pain medicine Hermione had taken from the medicine cabinet at home functioned as a diuretic, and incidentally it was also the reason why the patient's chair at her parent's dentist office was now coated in plastic. The medicine was meant to be used in oral surgery, when it was injected directly into the gums it was very effective as a local anesthetic. The only drawback is that this particular compound is water soluble, and once it made its way to the bladder to be expelled, the the anesthesia numbs the bladder somewhat, and combined with the increased urine production from the diuretic effects, the result is often small accidents due to numbness of the bladder. These effects are somewhat limited, and should not provide any serious problems, unless the medicine were to be swallowed orally, rather than injected, if it were to be dissolved in a water based drink of some sort, secretly injected into a juice box, for example. The medicine would dissolve in water present in the stomach, when that water enters the bloodstream, none of the cells absorb the water because of the unrecognized compound in it. Therefore, this unused water is passed along to the kidneys, and finally the bladder, in much greater quantities than the subject would be used to, not to mention the lack of feeling, and therefore control, that sets in soon after. As if on cue, Miranda stood up. She glanced only briefly at the clock hanging on the wall, before walking toward the back corner of the classroom, across from where Hermione was watching. There were still a couple of minutes before class officially started; Hermione watched as Miranda reluctantly entered the lavatory stall. Most of the girls tended to avoid the toilet in the classroom, they preferred to wait until after class when they could use the toilet in the hall. If you used the lavatory in the class, it was like telling the entire class that you couldn't wait anymore, or you couldn't make it to the other lavatory, of course this mentality often caused girls to overestimate their abilities and need to visit their locker. Today especially, with all the different factors Hermione had taken into account, she was expecting a lot of trips to the class lavatory, either that, or a lot of puddles on various seats. Hermione stared at the lavatory door, she did not fail to notice that she was not the only one, she could almost fancy that she could see Miranda inside. Finally away from everyone else's eyes, she was holding her crotch to help hold back her need to pee that had come on so suddenly. Hermione fancied she could almost hear what Miranda was thinking. Gross, who didn't flush the toilet? There was the sound of the toilet flushing, there was no way Hermione was imagining that, but the water didn't sound quite right, almost like it was struggling to drain away, but something was preventing it. Miranda was no doubt staring in horror at the rapidly filling bowl. No! No! No! This can't be happening. Miranda rapidly hit the plunger three more times. Don't be stupid. Hermione thought. That'll just make things worse. Miranda staggered back out of the lavatory quickly, being chased by a small wave of water that spread slightly past the lavatory door. Step four complete. "Ms. Evans!" Miranda called, making sure to stay clear of the puddle of water. "Something's wrong with the toilet." "Oh dear." The teacher quickly realized the situation when she started walking towards Miranda. "It must be stopped up again, I've told you girls to take care using this loo." "It wasn't me, Miss." Miranda insisted. "I only flushed it, I didn't even use it yet." "Well it doesn't rightly matter who did it." Ms. Evans walked over to the phone on her desk. "But we can't very well have class if we're slowly being flooded, now can we?" After a short conversation on the phone, and a shorter wait, a surly looking janitor stomped through the door. Dragging a cart complete with mop and other tools, the man moved straight to the lavatory without so much as acknowledging Ms. Evans. Grumbling to himself as he stepped into the now damp lavatory, the janitor set to work to stop the water that was still flowing out of the toilet. Making her way as close to the lavatory as she could without stepping into the puddle of water extending out from it, Ms. Evans spoke to the janitor. "Thank you for coming so quickly to help us..." There was no response from the man. "Uh, do you happen to know how long this will take?" "Can' say fer sure." The janitor spoke with a thick accent. "Outta be right quick once I can figure out what the problem is." Miranda, who was still standing near the lavatory, with her legs tightly crossed, asked Ms. Evans urgently. "Can I use the loo, please Miss? The one in the hall, since this one is broken." "Well-" Ms. Evans began, before being cut off by the gruff voice emanating from the lavatory. "No can do, lil' lady. 'M in the middle o' cleanin' it. Floor's still wet, so I locked it up nice n'tight." "Ohhh." Miranda groaned, squirming on the spot, both hands between her legs. "I guess you'll just have to try and wait until the gentleman fixes our lavatory then Miranda." Hermione watched in satisfaction as Miranda struggled to hold on, she was also pleased to note several other girls in the class who looked decidedly uncomfortable in their seats, there were two in particular that Hermione was concerned about. "Noooo!" Miranda cried out in desperation, she was completely still now, hunched over. For a few seconds, the only sound in the classroom was the muffled dripping of water coming from with in the lavatory; but then, all at once a new sound burst out from beneath Miranda's skirt. Psssshhhhhhhhhh the torrent of pee poured out as Miranda's tortured bladder finally gave up the fight for control. The front of Miranda's skirt was instantly soaked, as Miranda pressed desperately through her skirt, trying to stem the flow. It was no use, for what must have been almost a minute, pee continued to pour out of the young girl, as Miranda could only whimper, before the stream finally tapered off. All at once the class started laughing at Miranda's accident, the laughter caused several of the girls to cross their legs tighter, and one girl even put a hand between her legs. "Now now, girls." Ms. Evans addressed the class as the laughter died away. "If you laugh at someone else for having an accident, then everyone will laugh at you when you have one." Miranda was in shock, red-faced, she was still standing amidst the evidence of her accident. "Chin up there Miranda, it's not the end of the world. This is why we keep spare knickers here, and there should be an extra skirt you can borrow now that yours is all wet." Ms. Evans pulled a bin out of a cabinet and set about looking through its contents. "Hmm, it looks like there are only first year skirts left, I guess they didn't expect the older girls to have quite so many accidents. Oh well, it's just for today, so I'm sure it'll work." Ms. Evans pulled the skirt free of the bin, it was significantly shorter than the skirt Miranda had just soiled. "Now we just need to get you some dry knickers." Ms. Evans retrieved her key from her desk. "But I've never had an accident before." Miranda moaned, mortified by the recent events. "I don't even know if I have any spare knickers in my locker." "Oh I'm sure you do, don't worry. Every year we send a letter to your parents, asking that they supply underwear in the case of an accident." Hermione's plan had gone flawlessly so far, but she was staring intently at the teacher, willing the woman to remember the final piece of her plan that Hermione had set in motion more than a week ago. "Come to think of it." Hermione grinned triumphantly as Ms. Evans continued to speak. "I seem to recall getting a letter from your mother that pertained to this very issue." "What? My mum never told me..." "Now where did I put that letter? Ah yes I do believe I placed it in your locker, let's see..." Ms. Evans inserted the key into the lock, and pulled open the small locker door. As Ms. Evans read the letter to herself the lavatory door was pushed open and the janitor reemerged. He scowled when he saw the large puddle of pee added to the pool of water that was already present. "I see yer havin' no trouble makin' even more work for me." The man growled, making his way over to where Ms. Evans stood. "Tell me, do you have a girl named 'Miranda' in this class?" "Why yes." Ms. Evans half gestured to where the still dripping Miranda stood. "Why do you ask?" "Do me a favor girl." The janitor shook an admonishing finger at Miranda. "Next time you pee yer pants, don't go tryin' to flush away the evidence." The man brandished a pair of thick, wet panties at the girl. "I found what was cloggin' the toilet. Stopped it right up. See the name, what's stitched right there." If there was any doubt left in the minds of the class, as to what the man was referring too, it was erased as all the girls craned their necks to see the neatly stitched name that was now plain to see, MIRANDA. "Wha? No, I didn't. I never..." Miranda looked, if possible, even more shocked now than before. "I don't know how those got there." "Hmm...You seem to be causing no end of trouble today, huh, Miranda." The comforting nature of Ms. Evans seemed to have evaporated like rain on a sunny day. "Thank you for your help, Mister...." Ms. Evans waited politely for the man to supply his name, but either the janitor didn't hear her, or he just wasn't interested in giving his name. "Don' thank me jus' yet. I'll dry the floor quick, but I shut the water off, and I need to make sure nothin' else is cloggin' the toilet 'fore I turn it back on. I'll be lockin' the door so's no one tries to use it 'till I can get back to it." "Ah I see. Still thank you for coming to help Sir. I'll make sure these girls don't cause any more problems like what happened today." The janitor grunted in disbelief as he gathered his equipment and headed for the door, having hastily cleaned and dried the floor. When he was gone, Ms. Evans turned back to Miranda. "Now let's see if we can't get you sorted out." There was steel in her voice now, as she observed the young girl. "Ms. Evans, I never..." "I don't want to hear it." Ms. Evans held up a finger to silence the girl. "Let's hear what your mother has to say on this subject, hmm?" Ms. Evans cleared her throat and straightened the piece of paper in her hands with a flourish, before reading the beautiful cursive writing aloud to the class. Dear Ms. Evans, My daughter, Miranda, has been causing trouble at home recently; and, although I sincerely hope it has not been likewise at school, I have reason to believe that is not the case. Miranda has always been a bedwetter... Ms. Evans paused briefly to let the laughter die down before continuing. Miranda has always been a bedwetter, I don't know where she gets it from, her younger sister has already grown out of wetting her bed, but Miranda can scarcely make it through a night dry. I have tried to be accepting that bedwetting is something that she can't help, but recently she has started having accidents during the daytime as well. The class laughed once more, and this time Cari, one of Miranda's supposed friends, called out mockingly to Miranda. "Wow, I didn't know you were such a baby Miranda." "I'm not...I don't...I mean, during the day usually I...." Miranda looked to be on the verge of tears. "So you do wet the bed then?" Another girl called out as the class laughed even louder Hermione almost considered feeling bad for Miranda's humiliation, but when she remembered the months of relentless bullying she had suffered at Miranda's hands, she was content to sit back and watch how things played out. When the class settled back down, through no effort by Ms. Evans, they simply wanted to hear the rest of the letter, the teacher continued reading. Miranda tried to hide her accidents at first, she tried to blame the soiled knickers in the hamper on her sister, but it wasn't long before she wet herself completely when we were at the mall. Now I have to worry whether or not she'll completely humiliate me if we go out anywhere. After one particularly bad accident, and that's what she always claims, that these are accidents, I decided to take action. I've decided that if she's going to have accidents during the day as well, I'm going to handle them the same way I do her bedwetting accidents. I've started putting her back in diapers whenever we go out anywhere. "Too bad you weren't wearing a diaper today Miranda." It was Casey this time. The only reason I haven't sent her to school in diapers yet, and also why I think she's really just doing this for attention, is that I haven't received word of an accident at school, yet. The reason for this letter is that, if the past is any indicator, I'm sure she will wet herself at school soon enough. Additionally, I noticed that Miranda has been packing an extra pair of knickers to take to school. No doubt so that she can change in secret when she has an accident. With this letter, I am posting a package of Miranda's night-time diapers, they are quite thick, but I've found that anything less substantial is liable to leak with that girl. If you notice that Miranda has an accident while at school, I would request that you place her in one of these diapers for the remainder of the day. Perhaps any embarrassment she suffers will serve to teach her a lesson about using the toilet on time. I appreciate your understanding and your cooperation in this matter. Sincerely, Eva Wescott Miranda seemed to be at a loss for words, she was simply staring at the ground, or maybe at the wet spot on her skirt. Hermione was almost surprised at how well her plan was working so far. She had already considered the mission a success, just based on Miranda's accident, but the letter had been a gambit, the part of her plan most prone to fail, a risk Hermione had taken for the potential rewards. Hermione had done the research necessary on Miranda's family for a passable imitation of her mother, but Hermione had not predicted that Miranda actually did wet the bed, but based on her reaction to the letter, it seemed as though that was indeed the case. Even if Miranda asked her mother about the letter, or tried to explain that she hadn't been having daytime accidents, she would have no proof without the letter itself, and Hermione already had a plan to dispose of that piece of evidence. In any case, Hermione had suspicions that, if she didn't already, Miranda would have other things to worry about soon enough. "Well then, Miranda." Ms. Evans was staring down at Miranda with a sharp look in her eyes. "It seems to me that you not only potentially damaged a school lavatory by having an accident, you have also disrupted my class by peeing yourself. You're much too old to be acting like this, I think it is only right to follow your mother's wishes." "What?" Miranda jumped as though she had been shocked. "You don't mean..." "Of course." Ms. Evans reached back into Miranda's locker and removed one of the packages inside. "Thanks to your mother, we've got a whole pack of your diapers right here." "You can't. I won't" Miranda took half a step back, looking like a deer in the headlights. "Won't? 'Won't' is a strong word my dear." Ms. Evans was smiling now, but it showed more teeth than warmth. "I suppose I can't force you. If you would rather I called your mother, explained to her the trouble you have caused today, and have her drop whatever she was doing to come pick you up; I suppose that would work as well." Miranda stared up in horror at Ms. Evans for a second, before lowering her eyes. "No, please. I-I'll do what you want." "It's not what I want Miranda, It's what your mother wants." Ms. Evans pulled one of the thick white diapers out of the package and examined it, before offering it to the girl standing before her. "Don't look so sad, these are just like the diapers you wear at night for your little bedwetting problem. Now, can you put it on yourself, or would you like some help." "I'll do it." Miranda took the diaper without looking Ms. Evans in the eye. "Well then here's your skirt, now hurry up, we need to start class already." "Wait," Miranda glanced around the room hurriedly. "You mean I've got to change here?" "Where else, all the bathrooms are closed, and besides, those diapers just pull right up, you won't even be exposed." Miranda just hung her head in defeat as she slid her soaked panties down beneath her skirt. She stepped out of them, before quickly sliding the diaper up into place beneath her stained skirt. Miranda's hands hesitated at the waist of her skirt, before finally removing the still wet garment, exposing her newly donned diaper to the whole class. The whole class laughed, as Miranda, blushing deeply, quickly pulled the clean skirt up over the diaper. When she let it fall into place, the whole class laughed even harder. "Well I did say it would be a touch short." Ms. Evans commented, as if Miranda's new situation was as common as rain on a Sunday. Miranda stared in disbelief as the skirt stopped well short of her knees. Even when she was standing straight up, tugging on the hem of the skirt to get it to go lower, there were still at least five inches from where the skirt stopped and the tops of her knees began. "Lovely, why don't you give us a spin, show off your new outfit." Miranda looked horrified, but she dared not refuse. Slowly Miranda spun in a circle, as she turned around, laughter sounded through the class again. From every angle, the thick diaper Miranda was now wearing was clearly visible beneath the entirely too short skirt. It was bad enough that the entire class already knew she was wearing a diaper, but Miranda dreaded when the time came to leave the classroom, and eventually face her mother. "Well now," Ms. Evans clapped her hands once. "We have had quite enough distractions for one day, and now we really must start our lesson for today." As Ms. Evans refocused the class's attention to the front of the room, Miranda glanced around unsurely before making her way back to her seat. Hermione spared only a momentary glance of amusement as Miranda sat down, the girl's skirt was so short Hermione could clearly see the girl's diaper even while she was sitting down. Careful not to become distracted, Hermione quickly turned her attention back to what Ms. Evans was saying; it would not do to have the events of today effect Hermione's performance in school. "As you should all remember, we will be having a reading quiz today." Ms. Evans addressed the entire class. "I had planed to spend the first few minutes of class reviewing for the quiz, but now I have decided I will simply add a bonus question, allowing you the opportunity for extra points." Pieces of paper were passed down each row of students as Ms. Evans continued to speak. "The quiz is not long, if you remember the story, you should be able to finish relatively quickly. I will decide on the bonus question as you are working on the quiz. As always, there is no talking during the quiz; you may begin." Hermione barely paid any attention to what she was writing, the questions were too simple to even classify as a quiz. As her pen moved across the page, Hermione simultaneously observed the other girls in the class. Nearly all of them seemed to need a trip to the toilet to some degree or another, they ranged from rhythmically tapping feet, all the way to working on the quiz with one hand between their legs. Hermione read over her answers one last time, making sure she was happy with the wording of her answers. As she stood up, Hermione was surprised to see another girl a few rows ahead of her stand up as well. It was rare for any of the other girls to finish before Hermione when it came to school work, but Hermione noticed the girl had left her quiz back on her desk as she made her way up to speak to Ms. Evans. Ms. Evans leaned forward where she was sitting to answer the girl's whispered query, careful not to disturb the others who were taking the quiz. As Hermione approached the desk she was able to hear what Ms. Evans was saying. "...can't leave during a quiz, and the girl's lavatory is still being cleaned besides. You'll just have to hold it, you're a big girl." As the girl returned to her desk, defeated, Hermione stepped up to Ms. Evans' desk to turn over her quiz. "Done already Hermione? Not that I'm surprised, mind you, but I haven't thought of a bonus question yet. No matter, you can just write your answer on a scrap of paper when the time comes." Hermione smiled at the teacher, not trusting herself to speak at the moment. What's the point of having a bonus question if the quiz is already this easy? Hermione thought, incredulously. Hermione sat back in her seat, and immediately turned her attention back to Miranda. Every minute since her accident, her kidneys would have been working overtime to pump an excess of liquid into her bladder, and her bladder should have been numbed sufficiently by now. It was only a matter of minutes, if not seconds. Miranda looked relaxed as she sat in her chair, as relaxed as could be expected after the events of the afternoon, she did not look like a girl who was struggling with a full bladder, there were plenty of examples of those around the class room. Hermione knew it couldn't be too long now, she just had to be patient...There! Hermione saw Miranda unconsciously spread her legs slightly as her bladder let go without her consent. The pale yellow stain crept up the back of the diaper as the pee that was still trickling out of Miranda pooled in the absorbent undergarment. Miranda appeared to be completely unaware that her bladder had just betrayed her again. Having been one of the only girls not distracted to some extent by a need to pee, Miranda was the next student to complete the quiz. She stood up and made her way to Ms. Evans' desk. Seeing the movement Ms. Evans glanced up from what she was reading, she did a double take. Miranda's diaper now hung even further below the hem of her skirt, stained yellow, it obviously revealed her most recent accident. "Miranda." Ms. Evans did not lower her voice this time, causing Miranda to jump as the noise broke the silence of the room. "Yes Miss?" "Did you have another accident already? How is that even possible?" "What? No, I didn't." Miranda looked shocked at the allegation. "Well then how exactly do you explain the state of your diaper? Hmm?" Ms. Evans stood up and walked around her desk and lifted up the back of Miranda's skirt, confirming her assessment. Miranda just stared aghast, open-mouthed at her yellow diaper. "I don't know... I didn't feel... I didn't even need to go." "Well I don't know about that, you obviously needed to go, based off how wet you are. You'll need to change." Ms. Evans strode back to Miranda's locker, where she had replaced the package of diapers. Pulling one out, she handed it to Miranda before placing the rest back in the locker. "Throw the soiled diaper in the bin. Two accidents in less than an hour, I can't believe it. I will be contacting your mother to let her know of your behavior in class. I certainly wouldn't be surprised to see you in diapers again tomorrow." Miranda did not respond as she was busy pulling a fresh diaper up beneath her skirt, and trying her hardest to blend in with the wall. "Now then class." Ms. Evans addressed the students, most of whom were still taking the quiz. "I have decided what the bonus question will be for today's quiz. 'How many girls in this room are wearing diapers right now?' Should be simple enough." Ms. Evans clapped her hands and returned to her desk as Miranda stared up at the teacher in silent horror. Ms. Evans really wouldn't let the topic die. Hermione had wanted to humiliate Miranda for all the times she had tormented her, but it seemed like Ms. Evans was taking things a bit far. Perhaps Hermione would need to teach Ms. Evans a lesson, once she had finished with Miranda. While forming plans in the back of her mind, Hermione pulled out a single piece of paper. She wrote her name, followed by a single number. Taking the sheet of paper with her, Hermione made her way back up to Ms. Evan's desk. "Hermione? Ah, of course, the answer to the bonus question, thank you." Ms. Evan's took the paper that Hermione offered her. As Hermione began to turn away, Ms. Evans called out to her. "Wait, are you certain you understood the question Hermione?" "Yes Ms. Evans, I think I did. 'How many girls are wearing diapers, right?'" "Yes...but you're sure you don't want to change your answer then?" "No, I think my answer is correct Miss." Hermione answered matter of factly. "And just how do you figure?" Ms. Evans looked confused as she set Hermione's paper down, exposing the neatly written number '2'. "Miranda's the only one wearing a diaper you know?" "Well, Miranda certainly is wearing a diaper." Hermione tried not to sound too condescending, she had long since learned that adults, especially teachers, did not like to be wrong. "But I'm fairly certian that Julie is also wearing a diaper." "What?" Ms. Evans looked momentarily stunned at the unexpected answer. "Why would Julie be wearing a diaper? And how could you possible know that? Did Julie tell you she was wearing a diaper?" Ms. Evans looked over at the girl in question, who was sitting in the front row. "No, she didn't. But right after lunch, Julie was waiting outside the lavatory, obviously wanting to use it after Miranda, but it ended up being out of order." Hermione explained. "Well okay, but that doesn't mean..." Ms. Evans was cut off as Hermione continued. "During the whole incident, Julie was squirming in her seat, she looked absolutely desperate for the loo, but she never once crossed her legs to help hold on." "What does that mean?" Ms. Evans was struggling to keep up with Hermione's leaps of logic now. "Well, it's hard to cross your legs properly with a thick diaper between them, and if you're not careful you could end up flashing your secret to the whole class." "I still don't see how you could know she was wearing a diaper just from that." "I didn't know for sure until just recently. I told you Julie looked absolutely bursting before, but she was probably too scared to ask to go to the lavatory after how you embarrassed Miranda. Well right after Miranda's second accident, Julie froze in her seat, I think it's reasonable to assume that is when she lost control, but since there is no sign of her accident, I can only assume she is wearing a diaper." It may have been simpler to simply give her teacher the answer she was looking for, and forget about Julie, but Hermione couldn't help herself when it came to being correct. Ms. Evans stared curiously at Julie, the girl looked relaxed in her seat; at least more so than the other girls, who appeared distinctly uncomfortable. "Julie." Ms. Evans called. Julie jumped slightly when her name was called, and she glanced around the room hoping to find another 'Julie' to answer the summons, but finally she stood up and walked up to the front desk to stand beside Hermione. "Julie, if you need to be excused to the lavatory, or to visit the nurse, I can certainly accommodate that." It appeared that Ms. Evans' ill mood did not extend passed Miranda, as she spoke softly enough it would be unlikely any of the other students would hear her. "But if you need to wear diapers in my class, you or your mother should have informed me." Julie's ears were blushed bright pink as she frantically waved her hands in front of her. "What? No, I don't..." Julie, clearly terrified after seeing what happened to Miranda, fiercely denied it. "It's okay." Hermione whispered to Julie. "No one else knows, but they will if your diaper keeps leaking." Hermione gestured at Julie's skirt. The girls diaper wasn't actually leaking, as far as Hermione knew, but the result was as Hermione had predicted. Julie let out a surprised squeak and ran her hands along her skirt, feeling for wet spots, and let her hand quickly feel at what lay beneath her skirt before she looked back at Ms. Evans and Hermione with wide eyes, knowing she had been caught. "I..." Julie began, but she was cut off by Ms. Evans. "It's okay Julie, just go sit back down, you can be excused once you finish your test." Ms. Evans sighed as Julie retreated. "Looks like you were right again Hermione. Sometimes I don't even know why I bother trying to correct you." Hermione didn't know quite how to respond to that, but Ms. Evans continued. "You're obviously a very intelligent and gifted girl, Hermione, but you might make more friends if you weren't so focused on being right all the time." Hermione made a noncommittal noise as she excused herself back to her desk. Looking at the other students she thought to herself, Who would even want to be friends with these girls? The other students were either struggling to answer simple questions, or struggling not to pee themselves, or both in many cases. Miranda was sitting with her head laying on her desk. Hermione's plan had gone splendidly, it had worked even better than expected, but Hermione didn't feel as happy as she thought she would. Even if it was true that she was tormented by these same classmates everyday, some part of Hermione felt like her actions today made her no different that the girls that were currently suffering. As she lost herself in her thoughts, Hermione allowed her gaze to move to the window, Ms. Evans' words were still echoing in her mind. Hermione's musings were interrupted as she was mildly surprised to see an old tabby cat looking back at her through the window, or rather the cat was facing the window, it surely wasn't particularly interested in Hermione. "Ahh!" Hermione looked up at the sound in time to see Cari making a dash for the door as her pee dripped from under her skirt, leaving a trail behind her. Ms. Evans just sighed as she watched the girl leave the class room. "I don't know what is going on with you girls today." She sighed once more before standing up and clapping her hands together. "Okay girls, let's go on a class trip, we're going to....The Loo!" Full of fake enthusiasm, Ms. Evans gestured for all the girls to stand up. Hermione didn't need to go, but it seemed she wasn't exempt as she joined the rest of the class on the trip to the girl's room. After taking her own, unnecessary, pee, Hermione watched with mild amusement as a number of girls in the line squirmed in desperation. Casey seemed particularly desperate. There were still 4 people ahead of her in the queue, but she was already hunched over with both hands planted firmly between her legs, while moaning loudly. "Ohhh hurry up, I don't know if I can hold it." Casey's legs squirmed back and forth. "What's taking so long?" There were only two stalls, and Julie seemed to be taking an awfully long time in one of them. No doubt trying to discretely change her diaper. Hermione thought. "Nooooo....Hurry up. I need a wee." Casey was frantic. "Please, let me go next I can't hold it." "No way. I'm bursting as well." The girl holding the first place in the queue turned her down. "You can wait just like us." The second girl rejected her as well. "Ohhhh." Casey moaned as her bursting bladder begged for relief. "You can go ahead of me, if you like." The girl ahead of Casey showed some mercy. "Oh, thank you...AHhh" As Casey started to hobble forward she froze as a spurt of pee forced its way out of her aching bladder, making a 5 centimeter spot on her panties. The sound of a toilet flush made Casey look up hopefully, but even as the girl exited the stall, the next girl was already inside, closing the door behind her. "Nooooo...." Another 2 second spurt left a small puddle at Casey's feet. "Nooooo....It's coming out." 4 seconds this time, Casey's panties were soaked. "I'm weeing." Casey moaned as her bladder gave out, and the small spurts joined into a powerful stream that splashed off of Casey's shoes as it formed a big yellow puddle. The sight of Casey's accident didn't help the other girls who were still squirming, waiting to get to the toilet. Eventually, all the girls had their turn and the class was headed back to the classroom. "To your locker then, Casey. You too, Cari. I know you didn't make it either. And anyone else who needs it too, get changed girls" Ms. Evans looked frustrated as she continued. "I don't know if it's something in the water, or if you girls think you're being funny, but the accidents are going to stop here. You are all old enough to control yourself, and so help me if someone leaves another puddle in this room I'll make sure they're in diapers for the rest of the term." She sat down, exhausted, apparently not interested in teaching at the moment. Hermione took her seat, watching Casey and Cari take clean panties out of their lockers. Well, not really panties, they were both holding pull-ups. Trying to hide in the corner of the room they quickly changed out of their soaked panties. Both of their skirts had similar looking wet spots on them, but it seemed they had learned better than to ask for a new one after Miranda's predicament. Miranda had used the toilet with everyone else, but it looked like the numbness of her bladder was wearing off, unlike the diuretic effect, as Miranda sat with her legs tightly crossed, and her legs bouncing up and down. Hermione looked back out the window, as interesting as this day had been, she was ready for it to be over. She spotted the cat again, still facing the window...Or rather, it was facing Hermione, sitting on the inside sill of the window.
  9. Reddit Writing Prompts

    Something a little different here- I posted a couple of stories on Reddit's Writing Prompts. Admittedly, the first link is a topic I started myself then posted as a different user. The second link was an awesome pee theme submitted by another user, but unfortunately only I posted :( Would love to see some of this community writing over there too (and sharing interesting writing prompts on here- just a thought).
  10. AuthorFaust: For those who have already seen this: Right now Faust is just copying over the Fire Emblem Story to a different thread. So, nothing new has appeared..yet. But, Faust just figured it was actually investing enough of a story for Faust, that he wanted to make it a bit easier to find, at a later time...And, the assorted fic thread is for..well, Assorted Fics. So, please...Bear with Faust a bit longer. He'll have an update on this soon..... ========================================================================================================================================== [Chapter 1: Beginnings] "Ugh....This should make about six, now.." Six times, he'd wandered through the worlds....Six times, he'd arrived in this world, and refreshed his existence there.... Six times, he'd re-rolled his fate in this world.....And, hopefully, it would be his last. "First, I need to direct Anna.." he called, answering the red haired girl's stock response of summoning him into the world......And the arrival of enemies. He raised his hand at this, pointing in the direction of an approaching Emblema solider....The red haired commander turning. "On it..!" she called out, brandishing a large axe. Anna was a modestly endowed figure, with a red ponytail..and brilliant, golden armor. The typical armor of the Askr Empire, it seemed....And some very high crimson and golden boots. She wielded an axe with noticeable skill.....And as she felled the foe before them with a pair of strikes...He continued along. "Alright, let's keep moving Commander." he called to the woman, starting along..Thinking maybe...maybe this would be the one time.... "Oh damn...More soliders..! We're outnumbered..!" ... 'Never CAN get lucky with this sort of thing..' he addressed to himself flatly, before brandishing the divine artifact, Breidabrik, for the first...Arranged summon of the world... "Virion..!" he called out, a regal looking man with silvery-blue hair emerging from what looked like the air...Brandishing a bow. His outfit looked not unlike the average noble, blue material accented by his white cravat.....As much as the summoner wanted to just call it a bib. "Attack that enemy! Anna, Follow up!" It was like clockwork to him. The arrows would connect, and Anna's strike would fell the enemy. Then, an enemy archer would fire at Anna.... "Now, my skill Night Sky is..." And she'd retaliate with a powerful strike of her axe, felling the man in a single blow. It was all the same as usual..... "Right...We should leave, before we get found again." he added to the red haired girl, who nodded. "Yes. Let's get a move on." He'd found this world by almost accident, hearing about it from the other authors....Lightly experimenting time and again. Soon enough, he was taken to the Askr Empire...And, showed around a fair bit.... After the proper processes, shown around the castle...He moved straight for the summoning grounds.... "At this point, they start me off with enough for a full five summon, at least..." he stated, before glancing at the mass of orbs in a conjured space, provided by the deities of the world. "Maybe two..." The summoning grounds were a mystical place. A stone platform with a magical rune in the center....And a pillar, with an indentation for the orbs. "Process is simple enough.." the summoner called, settling down the set of orbs as he narrated himself.. "Set the orbs in place, stand in middle.." The orbs started to glow, a mixture of Red and white. "Load said orb into indentation.." He lifted one of the red orbs, and slotted it into the indentation. "Fire Breidabrik." He held up the gun-like artifact, and pulled the trigger....Firing out a surge of energy that amassed in the orb. The orbs would glow upon receiving the energy....Kick up some smoke, and then it would manifest in the form of a legendary Hero, from across the worlds. 'Or, as we tend to know them...The games.' the Summoner thought, folding his arms. 'Starting with a red should be safe enough. Hey, maybe I could get a real cutie. Like Lucina, or even Tiki.' The summoner smiled lightly at the thought, losing himself in the pillowing smoke a bit. 'I wouldn't mind getting called Onii-Chan again for a bit.' He could feel a slight rumble under his feet at this......Snapping out of his trance in time for the figure to emerge....Bracing... "Oooh..a rare one.." he noted, as the energy finally settled on a form....Green hair catching his eyes at first...... Followed swiftly by blue armor, and a familiar...brilliant blade...wielded in the left hand.. "Ah....It's.." "My name is Alm, the leader of the Deliverance." the hero answered....Male, and looking a bit younger than expected. "You can count on me to take up my sword for your cause." "It's nice to meet you, Alm." the summoner answered politely, offering his hand out in a shake. "The commander will be here to show you to your room soon enough. Welcome to the Askr Empire." "Understood!" the boy called, lifting up his weapon. "My Falchion and I will serve you well." The summoner nodded his head, as he started to repeat the process for the other orbs. "Three colorless orbs.." the summoner stated, going through each summon in turn. First, a man with brown hair, and a red scarf.... '..An upgraded thief...' A bit of smoke kicked up....followed by a slightly older man, with white hair and an eyepatch... 'That perverse archer...' And, yet another archer...but, with blonde hair, and a purple outfit... 'And Klein. ....Not the worst.' the Summoner called, giving him the same response of sending him to his room as he did to Alm, and the others.... "Well..just...Just one red orb left." the summoner called to himself, sounding a bit distressed. He held the orb close to his face, as he started to whisper quietly to it... "Tiki...Tiki...Tiki..." he chanted...."I'll settle for a Tharja, or a Lucina.." He slotted the orb into position, and readied Breidabrik again. He held his breath, crossed his fingers metaphorically...and... Bang...! The energy coursed through the red orb....Starting to glow anew. 'C'mon.....C'mon...!' A rush of billowing smoke.... 'Yesss.....!' A small rumble of the earth... 'Yesssss..!!!' And, a flash of blue hair. He gasped softly....Before seeing some shoulder pauldrons, and an unfamiliar blade held at the side. A sharp exhale, attempting to hide his disappointment later, he appraised the figure. Long blue bangs...A flowing cape, and white gloves.... "I am Seliph, a Son pledged to fufilling a wish my father made as he died a bitter death......To battle Darkness." "R...Right...Right." the summoner called, starting to compose himself. "Welcome to the Order of Heroes, Seliph..." "I will aid you as best as I can, Summoner.." Seliph called, bowing his head. "My Tyrfing and I will endure any hardship that comes our way, to protect you." "I'll be counting on you." the summoner called, gesturing aside. "Go ahead and step this way: Commander Anna should be arriving shortly to escort you to your quarters." "Yessir." The summoner lightly folded his arms, sighing lightly as soon as Seliph was out of earshot. "I mean, two five star units is better than I've been getting.." he addressed, taking a tensed breath. "But, they're both reds....and both guys. Man, what's a guy gotta do to get a waifu around here?" He considered scattering his essence, and re-constituting it...repeating the process he'd been enduring for the past few days...But relented, looking down at his bag. "Just...barely have enough for one more full summon." he called, starting to pull them out. "If I don't get like, a Nino, a Cordelia, or just...some female, I might just have to re-roll again.." He moved to the center of the summoning platform again, watching as the orbs manifested into different colors...Looking over them again. "A Blue...Two Red..and two colorless.." the summoner stated, rubbing his head. "Well, no Nino to be found here.." He moved over to lift the blue orb, settling it into the summoning pedestal again. He stepped back, and fired his tool yet again...Watching as it shimmered... 'No smoke....Means..' he noted as it formed...a younger looking boy, with a metallic pot on his head and a makeshift spear in his hand appearing. 'Farmboy..' He lifted one of the colorless orbs, and fired again...Seeing a familiar figure. 'Gah, that same thief again..!' he snapped, seeing the brown haired thief he already summoned appear anew. It was...irritating to get mulitple iterations of the same hero, but he had to at least see the summoning through...lest he waste the orbs he'd used. A red orb was loaded....Though, while his hopes were high, no signalling smoke meant that the figure that emerged would be... 'Well..At least this one is a girl..' he addressed, moving over to help a girl with long purple hair, and a flowing cape stay on her feet. 'But...She's a three star..' He gently escorted the girl down the steps, as he moved back to the last two orbs...Another red, and another colorless one. "Luck be a lady tonight..!" he called to himself, slotting the red orb in, and firing...watching....and slumping pre-emptively... "No smoke..which means.." he started before the summoning even finished......A figure with orange hair emerging....Wielding a simple steel sword, and blue armor. "My name is Eliwood. I am the ruler of.." The summoner wasn't entirely listening...But, he nodded along politely. The man was a legendary figure to this world, responsible for a war long ago...Yet... 'Why do I keep getting all these three-stars?' he thought to himself, almost not wanting to pick up the last orb....But, relenting. 'I mean, I don't expect another five star, but would it be too much to ask for at least a four star?' He held Breidabrik up high without even thinking anymore, firing it at the orb haphazardly. A few seconds passed.... Ksssshhh A surge of pillowing smoke.....Enough to catch the summoner's eye. 'Oooh, maybe I can get a healer.' he thought, as he wafted through the possibilities. 'Like Elise, or Sakura, or..' The ground started to rumble again...and the Summoner's eyes lit up. 'Ooooh!!! A Five star! Forget a healer, it might be a Taku-.' The Surge of energy burst out at this...Forming in front of the summoner. He shielded his eyes for a few moments, before looking through the smoke.... 'A Bow...' he thought, giddy...Before seeing a completely unfamiliar figure holding it. A girl, with dusty blonde hair that trailed over her shoulder in braided twintails, and a respectable figure with a more than modest bust. Her attire was rather plain...A large, tannish-red dress with a matching shawl, and some brown boots.... The summoner found himself looking her over a few more times quietly....leaving the girl to approach him, rather than the opposite. "My name is Faye." she started, with an easy bow. "I'm glad to help. I've trained with the Deliverance, you know...." "Ah...Right. I'm-" the summoner started, unsure of how to properly respond....Before suddenly feeling the girl's hand taking his. "Ah..? Is something.." He felt his hand being lifted up to the girl's face, as she took in a deep breath...Smelling it? "You smell like Alm...Have you seen him?" she called out in a low voice...barely above a whisper. The summoner visibly flinched at this, blinking in surprise. "Ah..? Oh..Erm...Ah..." he stated quietly, thinking back a bit....Before recollecting the boy with green hair. "O..Oh yeah. He's here too! I summoned him earlier, and..." He felt the girl get uncomfortably close to him, her chestnut-colored eyes gazing into his intensely. "Take me to him..." The summoner froze at this...The summoning ritual fading around them, as he held his ground for a few tensed moments...feeling his heart skip a beat. "I...Sure..!" he answered after a pause....the girl slowly backing up, with a warm, easy smile. "Thank you very much summoner." she called out in what sounded like a sincere tone, letting her hands rest behind her back. "Please, lead the way." It wasn't unheard of for one of the summons to know another......Or to want to see one another. After all, the only real changes in demeanor he ever noticed was that they would loyally follow his orders in battle. They were still people..... 'Well, as much as they can be, at least...' he thought to himself as he started down the halls, glancing around for the telltale green hair, turning a bit. "So....what do you like to do, Faye?' he called quietly, attempting to make small talk with the villager. "Oh? Well....I like to pick flowers...." she started, lightly pressing her fingers to her chin. "And....selling flowers too!" "I...see.." he answered back quietly, pausing as he saw the blue haired swordsman, Seliph again. "Ah....Did you need something?" the man called out quickly, seeing the look in the summoner's eyes. "Hm? Oh, yeah." the summoner replied, before glancing a bit at Faye. "Did you...see where Alm went? He's that swordsman with green hair, and.." "Oh, he went to the training grounds." Seliph called, with a small nod. "Said he wanted to work hard. I should join him.." It was barely a moment to pass for the summoner to turn around, before Faye was gone. He hesitated....But decided it was probably for the best if he'd just let the girl wander a bit.... "She'll...find it eventually." he told himself as he started along....Wondering just what kind of group he'd summoned this time... ...... ............ "Yes, Yes...I know how to use an assist skill." the Summoner called after having gone through the rest of the hand-holding tutorial levels, gesturing with his hands. "Seliph, Alm! Take out Xander! Faye, take out that archer!" "Do my best..." the blonde girl called, darting forward fearlessly, and pulling back an arrow. The summoner braced as he waited for the other unit to fight back....But, in surprise, noticed that he merely recoiled....Not even readying an arrow in response. 'Huh...That's new.' The summoner called, directing the Commander to finish off the Archer with her mighty axe...As the two swordsmen clashed with the horseback foe. As powerful as he could be, even he couldn't handle being outnumbered....And, in no time at all, the enemy forces were retreating. "We did it!" the Commander called, grinning. "Good job summoner!" The summoner chuckled lightly, starting back with the others. Yet.... "Thank you for your sound tactical advice, milord." Alm's kind voice called, clasping a hand on his shoulder. The summoner could be seen buckling a bit, but merely smiled, and nodded. "We...Well, it was your hard work that won the day." he called, turning to Seliph. "You two....You and your Tyrfing are impressive as Alm's Falchion." "Ah...You flatter me..." Seliph retorted, modestly. "It was thanks to Alm that I was able to catch him off guard. Thank you..." "And Faye's arrow struck tru.." the summoner added...Finding the blonde haired girl nowhere to be seen. He paused....tilting his head a bit. "Where...did she go?" "Don't tell me you didn't notice?" the commander mused, striding up to him. "Her rigid posture....Her tone of voice...." "Ah..?" the summoner replied, as Seliph seemed to avert his gaze. "Oh, so it's....that." he called, lightly brushing his hair back. "I..erm..didn't want to say anything..." "Huh? What are you talking about..?" It took the summoner a few moments more than he would have liked to understand what they meant....But, he felt a slight flush forming. She hadn't seemed...that tense when he was watching her. Her long legs weren't exactly pressed together, and.... ... 'Oh God, I was staring at her, wasn't I?' he noted to himself, shaking his head. "Ah, it's fine. I'm going to go train some more..." Alm called as they returned to the castle, heading down the path towards the training grounds. "Just...call me if you're in need, Summoner." "Ah, permit me to join you.." Seliph called, pacing along with him. "I find training most effective with a partner..." The summoner watched the two swordsmen start off together, and he let out a small sigh, glancing down at his pouch. 'I suppose I could try to summon again..' he thought, glancing down at the orbs within. 'I've got enough for two, if I...' As if like clockwork, his pouch suddenly seemed to pop open...A single orb starting to roll away. "Oh for the love of Naga..." he snapped, starting after it in a grumpy huff. A small distance of rolling later though, as he scooped it up..... "Oh Alm..." a familiar voice called, commanding his attention. "Can't you see how much I love you?" The summoner looked up to see the familiar blonde hair, peering through a bush. He didn't need binoculars to know where the girl's attention was....pacing quietly closer to see the training grounds just within visibility of her location. 'Oh wow...She's a stalker..' he thought to himself, quietly pocketing the runaway orb...As he started to take a step back. 'I'd better...." The sudden rustling of the bush caught his ears far too easily....And, as much as he wanted to retreat, his eyes found their way back to the girl's figure...Now hunched over in a kneeling position. "Mmmmth...What would you have done, if you'd seen this..?" Faye's voice called out to the air, as she started to lift up her long dress...Revealing some lightly pale, creamy white thighs....And..... "How you make me feel.....and....That I..." A completely bare bottom, some sort of fluid trailing down her thighs. The summoner's face glew bright red at this....As he struggled to tear his eyes away from the sight..... "Ahhhnn......" Though, far too late to miss the show. A low, quiet trickling sound could be heard...as a small stream started to spray onto the ground at her feet, splashing noisily as she let out a soft, groan. "Ohhhhhh...Oh Alm.... What would you do if you stumbled into me like this...?" she whispered to herself, her sputtering stream consistently squirting out of her. "Just...beyond my limits of control.....Unable to do anything but hike up my dress and.....Go." The Summoner covered his mouth at this in an attempt to mask his breathing...The girl's stream splashing away merrily as Faye continued her inquisition. "Would you scold me for waiting too long? Or, for daring to not wear anything under my dress?" she continued to ask, lightly bucking her hips. "Or maybe, you'd know that I've been going through so many garments around you that I quite simply can't....Keep...Dry.." He could see her stream losing force.....Even as liquid glistened on her thighs....And, he knew he had to get out of there...He had to avoid being seen... But..... "Ohhhhhhh...." the girl's voice softly groaned...And he started to step away.. Crunch.... 'Shit..!' A rogue tree-branch, trodden on at the worst possible time. The Summoner flinched, held his breath, and prayed...Hoping that maybe.... "I know you're there." A sudden shift in tone, the sweetly, naughty girl's voice gaining a fierce edge....And in just as many moments...The summoner could feel his blood run cold... "Come out...slowly." Every part of him wanted to run....Every fabric of his being screamed at him to leave the world, and never return..... But, rational thought had left him...he'd merely complied, stepping out with his hands up. "I'm sorry! I was just trying to follow this orb and...." he immediately confessed....His eyes slammed shut as if to pretend he hadn't had that amazing view....Pausing only when he felt something shockingly cold on his neck... "How long...have you been there?" the girl's voice called....As he dared to open an eye... "I...erm...I just..." he started, noticing an arrowtip held to his throat. "I...I heard you talking about Alm! And...and what you were wondering...and..and.." He braced himself for the worst.....feeling the cold against his neck press a bit harder.....Followed by a sudden warmth on his shoulder, the girl's head now resting on his shoulder... "I can smell Alm on you.." she mused again, in her softer....but still chilling tone. "You're the tactician.....So, I won't do anything......." A sharp pain sparked through his body, the girl's teeth sinking into the shoulder that Alm had patted a short while ago... "Yet." He felt his whole body freeze up anew, feeling the girl's tongue lashing over him....Before pulling back with the same smile as when she first greeted him...Hiding her terrifying visage behind a sweet...innocent smile... "But, you must not tell Alm of what you saw here.." she added, in a much more relaxed tone. "A maiden's heart is a sensitive thing....and I wish to confess at my own pace. I don't wish for anyone to spoil my affections for him. Understood?" The Summoner merely nodded quietly, too afraid to even address the other part of what he'd seen...The girl's fingers brushing against his lips. "As for peeping in on me, in such a delicate moment.." she interjected almost immediately, the Summoner's body visibly flinching and bracing for another assault.....Opening his eyes again after a few mere moments to a gentle smile. "I don't see the harm in permitting you to watch....As proper compensation for bringing Alm and I together in this world as well...... Without any of those...troublesome girls to distract him...I can properly take my time expressing my love." The summoner could feel his heart beating again at this, wondering if he'd gotten off of the hook for the accident....Before the girl's eyes shifted again. "But know this..." she started again, her voice dropping to the menacing tone. "If you do...anything to sully my chances with Alm.... You WILL regret it." "U...U..Understood!" the summoner called, nodding his head so hard he felt like it was going to fall off..... "Wonderful!" she mused, her hand rubbing the same shoulder as before. "I'm glad we could have this talk. Now, you must be tired, Summoner. Please, get some rest for me, okay?" "Y..Yes Ma'am!" he started, before seeing the girl's eyes darken again. "I..I mean Faye...!" The girl's eyes brightened again, and he spared no further second to put as much distance between him and the girl again. Darting through the halls, past the commander, the prince, and the princess, he hurriedly returned to his room, and almost completely collapsed onto the bed. "Gods, what did I get myself into this time..?" he stated, brushing his hand over the bite mark on his shoulder. "I shouldn't stay here...It would be dangerous...." But.... 'But....' He couldn't help but feel...a little more invested in this world than he had been before. Was it the implied death threat? Or..... .. ......... "Mmm....He's not quite Alm, but...." [Chapter 1: Beginnings, End] ============================================================================================================================================================ [Chatper 2: Dangerous] [Dangerous, Part 1] The next morning came all too soon, it felt....As the summoner quietly pushed himself out of bed. "Nnngh...Maybe it was all some kind of bad dream.." he thought to himself audibly, rubbing the side of his head. "I..I mean..." He shook off the thoughts of the previous night, feeling at his shoulder absentmindedly....And feeling the little marks. "....I should do that summoning.." he remarked to himself to try to distance himself from the memories, quickly gathering his robe and darting down the halls. "Good morning, summoner!" Seliph's voice calls as he practically zoomed past him, with a wave. "Hi Seliph, Bye Seliph." he quipped, taking a left...and then a right. "Morning, Summoner!" Alm politely greeted, as the summoner weaved past him as well. "Hi Alm Bye Alm." he added, picking up the pace a bit. He wasn't exactly excited to do some summoning...rather, he was trying to avoid.... "Ah, Summoner!" the only person he couldn't blow off called out, freezing him in his tracks. "We've got a new recruit." "C..Commander Anna.." he groaned quietly, before turning his head and... .... "Hello...! You must be..the tactician around here?" An unfamiliar girl, who was a little taller than him. With long, green hair that trailed down her back....A form-hugging sort of short dress...a white chest plate.... "Ah...Y..yes.." the summoner called, glancing down at her long legs...covered by what looked like some black tights, and knee-high boots. "I'm..." "Hehehe...You're staring, you know?" she pointed out to him quietly, prompting a face-flush from the summoner. "It's okay, don't feel bad about it. I'm Palla, of the Macedonian Whitewings." The summoner lightly snapped to attention, extending his hand out to the green haired girl. "N..nice to meet you.." he called out lightly, as she took his hand. "Um..White Wings?" "Named for the Pegasus they ride." Anna whispered into his ear, the boy flinching again. "A..Ah...Right..!" he sounded, as Palla chuckled. "Don't be afraid to come to me if you have any trouble." she assured, smiling a gentle, warm smile. "I've two younger siblings, so I've always been good at supporting people." "I..I'll keep that in mind." the summoner remarked, nodding his head as Palla started off....Trying to shake off his embarrassment. "Oh, and....Faye wanted to see you too..By the way." Anna added in a slightly matter-of-fact way. "Something about breakfast. Don't move too fast with her now, summoner." "C..Commander..!" he stammered out far too late, watching as the mischievous redhead stuck her tongue out teasingly...And strode off to leave him alone with his thoughts. "...W..Well, I can always summon afterwards.." he remarked to himself, quietly. "I..I'd better see what Faye wants..." He could tell himself he didn't have to see her.....But, a small voice in his head told him it would be a bad idea to ignore her, and he reluctantly agreed. The summoner strode down the halls once more, passing by several other figures conversing, debating, and otherwise communicating with one another...Before pushing his way into the kitchen. "Faye....? Are you in he-" he barely started, before seeing those familiar twinbraids...Dusty blonde hair quickly giving way to a.....worryingly sweet grin. "Oh good morning, Summoner!" she called out in far too perky of a tone compared to the previous night. "I just thought that you deserved a little something for bringing me and Alm together in this world again. Sooooooo....I made you some breakfast!" "R..Really..?" the summoner's mouth remarked, before he could properly stop himself, sheepishly taking a seat.. "U..Um..T..Thanks.." "Ehehehe...No problem." she sounded in an almost song-like tone, as she set a plate of...remarkably normal looking food in front of him. The summoner paused for a bit, hesitantly reaching for a utensil as the girl watched him...eerily... "No need to worry! It's perfectly safe." she mused, in a gently teasing tone. "Go on, eat up!" 'I feel like it would be unwise to accept her offer..' he thought, looking it over....before sticking in a spoonful. 'But, somehow I think it'd be more dangerous if I declined.' He took a careful first bite...expecting something foul, or toxic...But instead.... "This is....Amazing..!" he called, before starting to dig in hungrily, his body finally seeming to remember how long it'd been since he'd eaten. "Faye, what...What did you put in this?" "Ohhh, you know." she mused, letting a hand rest on her cheek. "The usual ingredients....A little bit of love.....And a bit of Crocus Sativus." "Ah, I see.." he sounded, quietly between bites....Before visibly pausing. "Wait....A bit of what?" "Hm? Crocus Sativus?" Faye inquired lightly, as she rest her head in her hand. "It's more commonly known as Saffron....An Aphrodisiac." The summoner dropped his spoon, feeling his body starting to become..uncomfortably warm and tensed. "Oh, looks like I used enough..." Faye mused, as she moved closer to the summoner's view, and knowingly knelt down so his eyes were level with her... considerable bust. "Well, then we can get to what I really wanted to talk about." The Summoner tried his damnedest to tear his eyes away from the girl's dress, and some exposed cleavage....Fruitlessly. "Now, I know we just got a new recruit." she stated quietly, in her menacing tone. "Miss Palla. Whitewing. You've met, I'm sure..." "Y..Y..Yes.." the summoner stammered, still feebly trying to avert his gaze....his body starting to lightly quiver as his mind wandered. If her outfit went down a few more inches..... "I would never suggest denying our army additional manpower..." Faye added coyly, as she shifted her arms a bit to lightly push her bosom out a bit more, making them look even larger than before. "But...Goodness knows I don't want Alm making eyes at another woman. So, I have a request..." "Y..Y..Yes..?" he feebly sounded, wanting nothing more than to leap onto her, and pop her bust free of her dress, and..... "Put Alm on training duty." she called, squeezing her arms around again. "Double down, even." "D..Double..." the summoner mouthed lightly, prompting a few giggles from the menacing village girl. "I'll decide for myself if she's going to be a problem...." Faye added, lightly inching back. "But until then, you are to bring her and me along in our battles......Understood?" "Y..Y..Yes.." he weakly sounded, finally managing enough willpower to clasp his eyes shut...A soft, lithe finger brushing against his cheek. "You do that..." the girl added, as she leaned into his ear, something soft pressing into his side. "And I'll...help you with your little..Problem. Sound like a deal?" He couldn't think of any way out of this...and he certainly wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up a firm resistance....So... "D..D..D..Deal..!" he sounded out in a shaky stutter, as the feeling of her body suddenly backed away. "Perfect! I'll be waiting then, Summoner!" she mused, back in her usual, pleasant tone. "See you inna bit" The summoner froze for a few moments, seeing the various cooking implements scattered around the kitchen....worrying about what he'd gotten himself into, despite all of the lustful thoughts plaguing him.... 'Gods.....She's....a dangerous woman..' And yet... [Chapter 2, Dangerous, Part 1, End] ================================================================================================================================================= [Chapter 2, Dangerous, Part 2] Three..........Four...Five times now, the summoner had dunked his head in a well of cold water.... Trying desperately to calm himself after the morning's deception, still trying to subdue the lingering effects of Faye's meal.... "How was I supposed to know a girl was going to join our team on her own?" he called to himself, still lightly aflush. "Stupid....freaking.." He shook his head, before starting along the area again, going to do what he'd intended to before the little distraction.... Finally visit the summoning grounds. "Might as well see what I can get with these orbs.." he called to himself as he started to slot in the orbs....flinching as he realized something far too late... "Grah..! I only have five!" he grumbled, gripping his hooded head between two clawed hands. "I thought for sure I had....Gahhhh..!" He mentally chided himself for being so stupid....As the orbs charged into their colored forms...Four red, and a colorless.. "Well...Shit." he quipped to himself, looking at the colorless. Part of him wanted to reach for it, but the thought of another Faye possibly wandering around.. ..... ....... "Top one, don't fail me now!" he called, scooping it up, and starting to slot it into the pedestal. The other orbs lost their color almost immediately, as energy started to swirl around... The crimson orb glowed......And, he raised his tool once more..... BANG Breidabrik fired into the orb, and he waited. Smoke started to pillow out from the pedestal, and he lightly perked up. "Ah..?" Rrrrummblll "AH?!" he sounded even louder, bracing himself for the best...yet feebly trying to temper himself for inevitable failure....Before the all-encompassing light blinded him.....and then.... "You mean I don't have to sleep anymore? I can stay with everyone?" The Summoner's eyes lit up for the first time in days wih pure glee, as he darted forward, and lifted up the summoned hero without pause. A petite girl, with a pink dress, a golden circlet, and long...forest green hair. A blue crystal was held in her grip, but... "Uh huh..!" he called out, excitedly. "You can be with us, forever, Tiki!" There was a small pause as much hugging occurred, before the girl's voice piped up again. "...What about Vegetables?" "We'll see." the Summoner called, lightly pressing on the girl's nose, and turning around. "C'mon, I'll show you around.." "Okay..!" she mused back, holding out her hand for him to take. The Summoner smiled, and started to show her around the base for a time, before a familiar red haired girl interrupted his good time. "Summoner, we've got reports of Emblema invading the world of mystery." Anna stated, quickly. "Muster your troops, and prepare for battle." ".....Yes Ma'am..." the summoner called in a deflated tone, kneeling down to the green haired girl. "We'll play around a bit later, okay? Just get used to the castle, and behave Tiki darling." "Okay, I will!" the girl called in a perky tone, grinning. "Please be safe, summoner!" He grinned back at her, before starting along...Heading out to the courtyard with a bit of spring in his step.... "Woah..! Easy girl...!" The Summoner barely ducked out of the way of a descending Pegasus, seeing a familiar head of dark green..... .... And, contrary to his previous conception, a sizable bottom, covered in very form fitting black spats. The boy found himself blushing once again, his previous lust having resurfaced almost immediately. "Aha...Sorry. Was just taking her for a ride around here." Palla's voice called, as she dismounted the horse. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little red..." "I..I'm fine.." he lied quickly, trying to avert his eyes from the girls....Even as his view trailed down her legs. It was easy to picture the girl's curves through her uniform, but..... "Oh, you must be Palla.." Faye's voice interrupted, prompting the boy to stand at attention once more. "I'm Faye. It's nice to meet you." "Oh, nice to meet you too." Palla added lightly, holding out a hand for the girl to take. "I got the orders. We're going to head out to help the World of Mystery, right?" "Right." Faye mused, turning her head to look at the summoner...who was struggling to keep his eyes level with hers. "Will Alm be joining us?" The Summoner froze at this.....but remembered the girl's words from earlier, and started to pull on his cloak nervously. "U..Um...he...had a bunch of training he wanted to do.." he answered quickly, glancing along. "But, Seliph should be joining us. And..." "Aww...Well, okay." Faye mused back innocently...and for a moment, the summoner wasn't sure he hadn't made a mistake somehow..... "Well, I brought some drinks. In case we get thirsty." Palla called at this, reaching into a pouch on her pegasus's side to pull out a canteen. "Don't worry, I brought enough for everyone, so drink up." "Oh...S..sure.." the summoner answered, politely taking a cup of it....Faye doing much of the same with...what he thought of as barely concealed intensity in her gaze.....along with her...shockingly calm breathing. He could barely see her ample bosom moving at all as they spoke, and.. .... 'Gah..I need to focus..' he thought to himself, before starting to point forward. "Enough talk! We should make our advance now!" he called out.....awkwardly. "I..I mean..the sooner we get this done, the better, yeah?" "Mmm." Faye sounded in agreement, as the boy turned back to see Seliph arriving....And lead the group on... .... ........... ................ ''Okay, yeah. I need to stop staring at Palla's ass.' the summoner thought to himself as he watched her pegasus swoop her down for another would-be deadly strike...proving their strength against the heroes of the world of mystery.....And freeing them.... ... Or, that was the plan, at least. He knew they were about halfway through the invasion, but before he could lead them towards their next destination, another pegasus swooped down from the skies...a girl with short blue hair, and a similar chemogasm/Breastplate combo to Palla....but, blue appearing. "Sister, is that you?" the girl called, Palla leaping off of her mount to get a better look. "Catria? What's wrong?" the green haired girl responded....As the summoner found himself looking back towards the blue haired girl. In the place of boots, she wore blue thigh-highs instead. And where he saw black material covering thigh with Palla... Catria wore no such covering....Her own leap down from her pegasus making the summoner's addled mind wonder if she had anything on under it.... 'No...No...Bad Summoner...Bad..' he thought to himself, shaking his head. 'Don't ogle the girl that we just met..' Her bust was fairly modest as well...But, before he could get a better look at her, Palla quickly strode over to him, pure panic on her face. "Summoner, Please..!" she remarked sharply, the boy wishing he hadn't missed the last part of the conversation. "We must go after them immediately! You understand, right?' "U..Um...R..right.." he called, Palla's expression softening quickly. "Thank you...!" she cried out, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him in a short, but tight hug. "A..Ahhh...!" He was certain she could feel a certain part of him against her thighs....But, if she minded, she didn't show it outwardly, as she leapt onto her pegasus. "Come on, Let's go!" The summoner nodded a bit, glancing to Faye who kept up her usual, slightly worrying smile...As they chased after.... ... ....... "A....Ahhhh.." The group ended up eventually coming up to a battlezone, the summoner wincing as he looked around. Armored knights, and discarded, bloody tomes scattered the wayside....Yet, as he looked up to see yet another pegasus with a different girl mounted atop it...Even he could see the weight of the situation through his lust-tainted mind. "She's outnumbered..." he called out quietly, seeing the girl lunge with a spear at a foe swordsman. Her lance pierced his throat, and he fell to the ground..... Yet, as he fell, it seemed as if three took his place, wielding different weapons. One holding a long lance, another gripping a heavy-looking axe....And another pulling back the string on a bow.... "Est..!" Palla's voice called, as the girl peeked over in their direction..The boy getting a glance at her. Pink hair, short like Catria.....But, while her outfit was a deep red, she wore long boots like Palla...Though.... "S..Sister..!" she cried out, her lance working to parry an incoming strike aimed at her pegasus....Looking to be her only advantage on the forces on the ground.... "But...archers are strong against Flyers.." he called to himself, scowling. "Shit...Seliph! Faye! I need you to head forward! Catria, Palla! Go save your sister!" A mixed group of affirmations rang out as he sat back..trying to direct them through a quick path towards their target. "I won't let you harm my sister!" Palla's voice cried out as the soliders turned....a few nasty grins on their faces. "Eheh...Look here. Now there's one girl for each of us." the lance-wielding one called...prompting a scowl from the summoner. "Well, you can have pinky." the axe-wielder called to the lance-wielder. "I like my girls to have some more shape on their bodies, like blue here..." "Oh, so I get the plain green one?" the archer called, starting to aim an arrow. "Fine.... I'm gonna have fun pulling on that long hair." 'Okay, now I just wanna puke..' the summoner scowled, glancing over at Seliph. He darted forward with his legendary sword aloft, but.... "Gah...!" The summoner's guard had been let down for a moment, and when he looked back, Catria had been knocked off of her Pegasus, tumbling to the ground as the axe-wielder started towards her. Though she quickly gripped her lance to strike back, the blade of his axe cleaved the end off of it handily. "Shit...Seliph!" the summoner called as he brought down his blade on the man's shoulder, tearing open a sizable gash with a swift strike..... "Tch..stupid heroes.." the lance-wielder called, plunging his spear into Palla's Pegasus, which left a very sizable wound....Palla leaping off with a bit more grace than her sibling. "I won't forgive you for attacking my sister like that..!" she started, raising her blade to strike back.....Only to have the man butt the back of his spear against her stomach. "I'm not asking for your forgiveness.." he called, sweeping the girl's legs in another fluid move. "No matter how much you scream for it.." The summoner visibly flinched at this...Watching Est's pegasus buck her off to dodge an incoming arrow from the archer. "Iyah....!" Est's voice squeaked out, as the archer paced closer....Kicking her now dropped lance firmly out of reach.... "Oi, check this out..." the lance wielder called, as all eyes on the battlefield turned towards him, and Palla. The Summoner's eyes went wide as he saw the man's spear lift up the front of her dress, and a pool of liquid started to sputter out between her thighs. "This one's pissing herself!" Palla's cheeks burned in shame as the man roughly jabbed at her waist with the blunt side of his spear, clearly doing her body no favors. "I wonder if this one would too." the archer called, pulling back an arrow aimed at Est's head. "You know you'll end up doing it when you die anyways, so might as well give us a show, pinkie!" Est's body quivered, and shook...before the man let his arrow fly.... It missing her head, and planting itself into the ground right behind her. "AHHH...Ahhhh..." the pinkette sounded, before a trickling could be heard...and her own thighs started to glisten with moisture. "Ahahaha! These girls are barely out of diapers, yet they think themselves warriors? How shameful!" "Yeah. Wetting yourself in front of the enemy. Do you sluts have no shame? I mean, come on..." The summoner scowled, gripping Brediabrik, and leering up at the jeering man now hoisting Palla up by her hair. "STOP IT, you MONSTERS!" he cried out to the man, who barely afforded him a distasteful glance. "Shaddup..." the man called, before turning back to his prey. "We're going to have fun with you, aren't we?" he added, turning his head to look at his comrade in affirmation....freezing after a moment, and suddenly dropping Palla. The summoner started towards the green haired rider immediately at this, his view going from her fallen form.... to the lance-wielding man beside her. 'Okay...So, If I charge him and thrust my weight into his chest, I might be able to.' he planned to himself as he started to get closer, looking over at the man... Just in time to see his body tumble to the ground....red trickling down the visor of his helmet. "Ah..? What the..." he sounded incredulously, looking for what caused it.....Noticing.... A single arrow....aimed true...Right between the eye holes of his helmet...... Fired by the dusty-blonde villager, who's eyes held a cold, steeled expression of pure malice. "You people disgust me..." she snapped in a low tone, Seliph's own distaste for them apparent in the archer's own marred body....Slashed almost to the point of being unidentifiable. The summoner breathed a sigh of relief, before darting over to the green haired girl, reaching out to help her up. "Palla! Are you okay?" he called out quickly, Seliph helping Catria up, and Faye assisting Est to her feet. "I...I've been better.." she groaned out, wincing. "Are Catria, and Est okay?" "Yeah...Yeah they're fine." the Summoner called, hoisting the girl up onto his shoulder. "C'mon...Let's get you all back to base now..." "Si...sisters.." Est sounded, looking near tears as Faye helped her over...Catria managing to hobble her way over as the trio embraced...Sniffling, some of them soaked, and crying...But, relieved..... The summoner had been anxious for the longest time, but as they all started back, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment...The group managing to pull through their battles with everyone intact.... 'E..Even if their garments are.....' he thought, stifling another flush. 'Are.....' .. No, he couldn't focus on that. Not right now.... .... "W..Well, we've left our...clothes with laundry...." Palla called out to the Summoner, wearing an oversized shirt at this. "So....I'm going to go take over the baths with my sisters right about now." "A..Ah.." the summoner responded, finally feeling the aphrodisiac's effects waning, allowing him the ability to not think of them all stark-naked...rubbing, scrubbing, and otherwise touching at...various sensitive areas of their body. Not that he wouldn't still be thinking it. "O..Okay.." "I'll see you later, Summoner." Palla added lightly, leaning down towards his ear. "Thank you for today. Hope you're as happy to see me again tomorrow." The boy couldn't tell if she was teasing him or not, but he started to head back to his room at this, letting out a small yawn when.... "Summoner." Faye's voice broke the near-silence of the halls, carrying a sort of box, and a bucket. The boy turned with a flinch at this, before glancing down. "Do you...need help?" he offered, the girl shaking her head. "Oh, Oh no..You don't have to.." she assured him, starting along. "Unless you want to carry along the whitewing's soaking wet dresses...and....naughty underthings...." ... He hadn't quite expelled all effects of the aphrodisiac it seemed, as he blushed deeply and nodded, moving to help her lift it up. "So..um..where to?" he asked the girl, who merely smiled and pointed in a vague direction ahead. "Where we won't be seen, of course." she mused, leading him out of the castle.... And a far ways away.....Until he could hear the rushing waters of a nearby river...... "The moon's bright tonight." she called out to him, as she knelt down, and started to fill the bucket with water. "Y..Yeah..It is.." the Summoner absentmindedly responded, as a heavy silence fell over the two...... .... "So, I promised you I'd help with that little...problem you have.." Faye added after a short bit, prompting the boy to flush. "P...P..Problem? Wh..what problem? I d...don't have a problem! No, Honest!" he protested, starting to mentally plead with himself to keep his excitement repressed....As the girl turned her head to look at him. "Lying is bad you know..." she leered at him, the boy's face going from flush to white in mere moments, as she started to move through the box. "As the one on Laundry Duty..." she continued as if he hadn't said anything, starting to set out a few garments. "Responsibility to everyone's sacred undergarments falls to me. Though I would never think of pilfering someone's most intimate wears.....If a certain someone were to desire a bit for some naughty relief...Perhaps I could say it got washed away in the river, and we could...'find' it at a later date." The boy paused for a moment, before blushing once more as he thought about it......The girl's eyes glancing back up at him as she started to pull out some key items. "Perhaps....These oh so soaked spats." the girl started, holding up Palla's black shorts-like garments. "Held firm, and concealing over her thighs, and girlhood....Yet, in the end, they were tormented with her troubled tinkle-tank and are in a thorough needs of a cleansing." The summoner shivered a bit, as the girl reach into the box again. "Or, perchance, one would desire the clothes of someone smaller.." she added, pulling out a pair of pink, lacey panties....similarly darkened around the crotch region. "Form fitting, yet just as susceptible to spraying as any other garment. You could probably still smell her naughty scent if you tried hard enough..." He quivered once more....As the girl then pulled out a pair of white garments....greyed around the crotch, and fairly up the back as well... "Maybe one prefers the plain, but thorough approach.." Faye added, still wearing her casual grin. "Though she hid it better than her siblings, it seems they're less whitewings, and more...Wet wings, if you were to ask me..." The boy blushed at the thought deeper, as Faye turned to look at him once more....holding up the trio of garments. "Or...is there someone else whose garments you wish to....indulge in?" she asked...The boy flinching, and pausing... 'Is there a girl who's underwear I'd want..?' he thought to himself, feeling his body tense up. 'W..well of course..It's..' The girl's eyes seemed to widen at this, as if reading his mind..Before hooking her hands to her dress. "I'm sorry to say, but.." she mused, hoisting it up above her hips again to reveal what he knew he saw the previous night. A perfectly shaven girlhood, creamy thighs.....soft-looking skin, all bare for his eyes to see... "I simply don't wear any." The boy's pants started to tent out wildly at the view, a bit of drool dripping down from his lips...As the girl let out a small...perky giggle. "Goodness, you're an animal." she quipped, lightly. "Getting this worked up over a little view? Surely, you wouldn't be so satisfied with something like..." "Do you need to pee again..?" The words escaped his mouth before she could complete her sentence.....And before he could fully grip the weight of his words. He had lost himself in his lust for a few precious moments, and at even the slightest nudging..... 'Oh Naga, she's going to kill me..' the boy thought to himself, watching as the girl's eyes went from warm...to cold....to a strange lukewarm mixture of the two. "You....want to watch me pee again..?" Faye asked, not quite sounding friendly....But, at the same time, not sounding angry. "Would you rather have that, than someone's underwear?" The boy thought for a few tensed moments, before slowly nodding his head. "I...If you don't mind.." he meekly requested..... Watching...waiting for some kind of telltale response. Would she comply? Would she rebuff him? Would she call him a creep, no better than the people they fought earlier? "I...suppose I could.." she answered a bit oddly, adjusting her dress some more. "Just...do not tell anyone." "I..I won't." he called immediately, as he watched the girl's eyes. They didn't shift from their middle-ground of emotions....Only glance downward as she, for the first time, avoided his gaze.... "Ah....Ahhhhhh...." He could see a clear stream sputtering to life between the girl's lower lips...Spraying the ground beneath her feet fiercely...if not as powerfully as the night before. Her puddle barely nipped at her own heels before it started to sputter to a stop, the girl's body shivering from top to bottom afterwards. "Was...that enough for you?" she asked, a faint tinge of pink finding it's way to her cheeks. "U..Um..Y..Yes..! Yes, it was.." the boy called, feeling his own face burning red, and his body demanding he mentally replay that scene over...and over again.... "Go..Good." Faye called, starting to dunk the girl's undergarments in the water. "Y..You should get back, before anyone wonders where you are." "A..Ah...R..right.." the summoner called, starting to turn away from her. "And.....Summoner.." the girl's voice called out, prompting him to pause, and turn. "Y..Yeah?" "Don't..." "I won't tell anyone. Especially Alm." he answered quickly, the girl visibly flinching. "R..Right..." she stammered, glancing down. "Please..Don't." As the summoner started back towards the castle, she glanced back at the puddle on the ground, and the clothes she was to wash. "He's....really...." .... "Alright...." the summoner called as he made his way back to his room, his mind still burning with the image he'd just witnessed. "Now, I can finally deal with this, and go to..." No sooner had he started towards his bed, did a thumping sound catch his attention, prompting him over to the door. He opened it quietly, seeing a familiar, petite green haired girl, clutching a pillow. "I had a bad dream..." Tiki's voice called, gently rubbing her eyes. "Can...I sleep with you tonight..?" ..... 'Well, not getting that relief tonight..' he thought to himself, before opening the door, and pulling back his covers. "Sure thing, sweetie." he called, starting to lay down in his bed. "Make yourself comfortable." "Thank you..." Tiki sounded quietly, letting out a small yawn, before immediately starting to doze off. ... ....... "Gods, I wish I could sleep like that." [Chapter 2, Dangerous, part 2, end] ============================================================================================================================================= AuthorFaust: Faust hopes you all enjoy this, and all further chapters. Faust hopes to have the next chapter of FE: Heroes up by next Friday. In the meantime, have fun, and a pleasant time! Faust hopes to update This, and Another Note soon.
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  14. Hi everyone! It's me, Kozmo. Its been awhile since I've written anything here or done any lottos, I've been having a weird go of it in life lately. For example, I just moved away from my home I grew up in, into the city! New apartment, new life, still getting the hang of it (I've lived here a little over a week now) but I think I'm doing okay. The long and short of it is, I've been busy like I've never been busy before. Almost as if fate was detecting the negligence in omorashi activities to share with you all, I had an...incident, the other day. Right here in my new apartment, no less, so it could be considered a christening. Also, it's been awhile, so I might have a fair amount of new readers! Hi, I'm KozmoFox, things happen to me a lot and I write about them here. I occasionally put on fun lottery games to allow some lucky winner to pick the next omorashi scenario I deliberately put myself in so I can write about it here. Obligatory description phase! I don't change much :P. I'm in the upper-mid 5ft range and too lazy to measure myself exactly, and I fluctuate between like 100-110 pounds. Yes yes, I know, too skinny. I've been doing workouts to try and build some actual muscle mass, but not too much, I like being really lean and thin, I just don't like being called a twig like its an insult :(. I'm 22 years old as of last wednesday. Long dark hair, a nose stud, and several tattoos ranging in areas from my chest and collarbone areas, wrists, back, and ankles. Not telling what they are! They are super identifiable and I'm not looking for stalkers. I'm also as pale as a snowy winter day. On this particular day I was wearing a black star wars T-shirt, grey pajama pants that kind of looked like sweatpants, a pair of white panties, and a pair of super aesthetic black socks with rainbow stripes. Now to tell you about my day! It was a day just like any other in my new apartment, essentially just sitting around playing video games all day. It was warm, and I was having a lot to drink. Like, a LOT. Mainly because for some weird reason, I had a headache and I was out of Tylenol but drinking cold water was making the headache a lot more tolerable. I'm no doctor, but if it works I keep doing this. Eventually, as logic dictates, I needed to pee. Because you know, that's what happens. I didn't INTEND to do a hold that day but fate had other plans in store for me, as when I reached the squirming-and-about-to-leak stage after refilling the pitcher I had at my desk, I moved to get up again so I could use the bathroom....BUT. I received a call on Discord. Meet Kaylee. Kaylee is getting into the PC gaming scene. However, her PC is a toaster. However x2, she doesn't know the first thing about basic computer operation. Kaylee bought CS:GO. Kaylee tried to change her resolution low when her monitor is actually a 16:9 TV and had no idea why her screen was suddenly black when she tried to play the game. Meet me. The poor sucker that was about to get sucked into tech support duty. You see, this wasn't as simple as telling her what folder her config file was in. This is like, your grandparents level of needing tech support. I also didn't know where it was by default given I'm not a big CS:GO player, so it was bound to be an adventure. "Kaylee I'll help you, but I've REALLY gotta pee, I'll be right back." "No no! This will only take a few seconds and I wanna play :(" You see friends, what you have right there is an excuse for an omo-fanatic to torture themselves. A normal person would have told Kaylee to fuck off for 20 seconds. I just took a sip of my water to ease my head pain and said "Fine." First I got her to screenshare so I could see her screen. I could see CS:GO but she couldn't, because it was her tv not supporting the resolution that was the problem, not the system. For about 10 minutes I tried to guide her mouse. Wasn't working. By the end of that I was sitting on my heel, rocking back and forth in my rocking chair gritting my teeth. I was slightly irritable from the growing pressure in my bladder and far too impatient for something so meticulous. Around this time I might have brought up my situation in the site chat. I finished my glass of water, and poured another. Counter-intuitive to holding it in until we were finished the call, yes, but my head hurt and the water helped. But god I had to pee. Next step was to try and find the config folder that every game on earth has. But lo and behold, couldn't find one in the general location. Her steam wasn't in her program files. "Where did you install Steam?" "I dunno. :D" I was so frustrated I leaked. That's not even an exaggeration, the eyeroll at the ceiling and the distraught groan took enough off my senses that I felt my panties grow warm. Like a flash I had my hand between my legs, and feeling it against my fingers was enough to tell me it had made it through to the pants. I wiped my fingers off on my knee, but went back to pressing the heel of my hand against my crotch while rocking in my chair. At this point I was literally sweating from the effort of holding it in, once or twice using my right hand to wipe off my forehead while holding myself with my left. The feeling in my bladder was ridiculous, and I could feel the muscles in my pelvic floor wavering, LITERALLY wavering like when you're holding something heavy and your arms start to shake. I had no choice but to battle through it. "Kaylee, listen I need to go to the bathroom like right now so I'll be ba--" "Nooo! One more second we just need to find the file right? And change it and we'll be done." Fast forward a few more agonizing minutes, and I find her steam is installed to her desktop. Her DESKTOP. It was a mess. I'm pretty sure some things were outright missing. It was like looking at a massacre. A literal massacre. I was so frustrated I could scream, and I needed to pee so fucking BADLY I could cry. Frantically looking around her desktop for the thing I was looking for, my entire body tensed up, and I could feel my bladder tightening and tightening trying to let something out. You know the feeling I mean, where you literally lock down as hard as possible just tensing, and your bladder is fighting back against you to force it out, and more often than not manages to leak it out? That happened to me and I quickly shut my mic off momentarily as I loudly groaned in protest, feeling a sizable leak painfully force its way out of me and into my pants. Looking down, I saw the grey darken, and could feel a bit of warmth pooling in my underwear and pants around my rear end. I clutched myself with both hands and waited for the wave to pass. Then it hit me like a freight train, how stupid I was. I told her to open Steam, right click CSGO, go to properties and go to local files. I was so distracted by needing to piss like a racehorse that I forgot the easiest solution on earth. I had her go to the cfg folder and start clicking around. I was on the brink, I needed to have this done now or never. Bouncing up and down in my chair I started getting mad, none of the cfg files that were there had graphic and video settings. It dawned on me dreadfully. These were all for control settings. All of them. And my bladder was seconds away from giving out, I could feel it tensing up again ready to spill and I knew I wouldn't be able to properly fight it this time. "Kaylee I'll be rig--" "But--" "Kaylee I'm about to piss my fucking pa--" I clicked my mic off, tossing my headset aside and shooting up before I could finish my sentence. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I make a lot of noise when trying to hold it, so I switched my mic off in advance of the self begging. "Oh god fuck fuck noplease fuck no" It started to force its way out. Through me, through my panties, through my pants, into my fingers. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I started violently moaning and lurching, bouncing and trying to hold it back. It didn't help, it just made it worse. The leak became a stream that almost hurt to try and stop, and I could feel my pants quickly growing warm and sopping. Realizing my chair was fabric, I jumped out and landed on my floor, on my knees. One hand gripping my desk, one hand on the floor, both keeping me upright. Upon hitting the floor, my bladder DROPPED and I full on exploded. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't, it was like unscrewing the cap on a firehydrant. PSSSSSSSH. My pajamas were soaked in seconds, and I had a huge puddle expanding underneath me at a rate that it might as well have been my own personal tsunami. I continually shuddered and lurched and loudly moaned (I'm very vocal when I lose it) until I was empty. Eventually I managed to get upright, wiping my hand that was overtaken by the lake on the front of my absolutely destroyed pants; I had managed to soak them completely, front and back, as is usually the case with me. It was hard to find a dry spot. Cleaning this up would end up sopping an entire towel. I put my headset back on and told Kaylee that I had to suddenly leave anyway because I had to rush across the apartment to answer my phone. I stayed kneeling in my pee puddle and soaked pants until I had solved her issue. The CSGO graphics cfg is in userdata, not the install folder. I was so goddamn angry. So. Goddamn. Angry. Had her change the resolution to 1600x900 and all was good. "Okay [Name Redacted], sorry for being so impatient and keeping you here and bothering you so much! You can go pee now!" "Oh don't worry I did all that when I went to go get the phone." "Kay! Talk to you later!" And that was that. I cleaned up the mess, tossed my pj's in the clothes basket, and watched some JoJo's after taking care of various other needs, like [redacted] and food. I hope you all enjoyed! Thank you for reading! Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message or whatever, I love you all! <3 If you're new to the Kozmoverse and you liked this post enough that you're like "Aw gosh darn gee willikers, I wish there was more!" then you're in luck, because this stuff happens to me a decent bit often. Here are other experiences I've had and written about: Trying to number them chronologically in brackets Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) (Third?) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom (This one was the first) Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! (Fifth?) Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! (My second experience I posted I think?) Wet myself at the University (Gonna guess the fourth) Don't remember the order of the ones not numbered. After all those people were liking my writing so much I started literally putting myself into omorashi situations at request, just so I could write more instead of waiting to have an unintentional accident. Thus spawned the Kozmo-Lotto, where people would roll a d100 and whomever had the closest number to a secret number I myself had rolled by the end of the week would get to choose an omorashi scenario for me to put myself into, which I would write about afterwards. Here are the resulting experiences from the four that have happened. This fourth one has the record of being the highest rated post in the history of Omorashi.org! 93 upvotes and counting! Okay that should be enough shameless self-plugging. Enough new viewers have started to ask if I've written more to the point I just tack them all onto my posts now. :P Again, thank you all for coming and reading! ^^~ <3
  15. female How It All Began

    Hi all, Ive posted these on another board but have been hanging round here a bit lately and thought I would post them for you to enjoy. Theres five parts to this so I will post gradually, Im yet to write the 6th and final chapter so maybe someone here will inspire me to! How It Began - Lisa Part 1 People often say there is a link formed early in childhood that associates an act with a sexual desire, particularly when it comes to wetting. This is my story of how it all began for me. Lisa was a cousin that I'd spent a lot of time with growing up over the years, generally in the school holidays when she would come to stay with us or I would go to stay with her. We had always got along well and this occasion was not different. Lisa and I were of a similar age and were both in middle school, although lived quite far apart so did not get to see each other apart from in the holidays. It was a hot summers day and we were playing on our bikes in my back yard, as she had come to stay for the week. We were pretending we were police and racing around on our bikes. We'd been outside for a couple of hours and had been sipping on drink bottles all afternoon to rehydrate in the hot sun. It was Lisa's turn to be the police officer and she was chasing me around on her bike. I went around a corner and pretended to crash my bike taking the corner too fast. I pushed my bike over on the concrete and fell to the ground and closed my eyes. I lay there still with my eyes closed pretending I had been hurt. Lisa raced up behind me and threw her bike down. She stood there and started to shake me, saying "James, wake up, wake up!". I peeked through one eye and saw her squatting beside me with her flowery blue skirt held up by her knees and her plain white panties visible from my direction. Being young I hadnt seen up a girls skirt before and was perplexed by this new sight, so continued to lie there pretending I was hurt. Lisa then stood up and shoved her hand between her legs, saying "please James, please wake up!". "Please James, Im busting to pee!". Still peeking through one eye I saw her bob up and down a few times in desperation still with her hand between her legs. It was only a matter of moments and I heard a splashing on the ground. Immediately I opened my eyes and saw it was coming from under her skirt, she was peeing through her knickers! I couldnt believe my eyes and she just looked down sheepishly at me as the pee continued to run down her legs and splash onto the concrete, a puddle growing steadily around her feet. Im not sure how long she stood there for as her bladder emptied but it seemed like an eternity. She had let her knee length skirt go now and just stood there with her legs fairly close together as the pee cascaded from beneath. There was a small wet streak down the front of her skirt where her hand had been before she'd pulled it away, but it was not too noticeable. "Im sorry", she said as the stream of pee lessened to a few droplets, the embarrassment clear on her face. "I'd been busting for ages and didnt want to say anything". I just said, "it's ok, make sure you tell me next time!". I suggested we go back to the house and she said "but I don't want your mum to see". I said I wouldnt tell anyone what had happened, but she would need to find something to change into. We rode back up to the house and went inside to my bedroom, leaving the puddle on the concrete to dry in the sun. We got back to my room without anyone suspecting a thing and Lisa closed the door. "What am I going to do?" she said, holding her skirt up in front of me and exposing her wet panties, a few drops of pee still evident on her thighs. I just stared in amazement, having not seen a girl of that age in her underwear before, particularly not soaking wet! I gathered myself together and said "do you have any spare knickers?" She said they were still in the car in her suitcase. We decided she should take them off and wash them in the bathroom then leave them in the sun to dry. She pulled them off and a couple more drips fell from beneath her skirt. We both giggled repeatedly about the situation and her lack of knickers under her dress. We sat on the floor and played board games for a while so they could dry. I asked Lisa if this had happened before and she said once or twice but kind of brushed it off. She made me swear to keep this our secret and not tell anyone else, to which I agreed. While there was nothing obviously sexual about this experience I believe this is where the link with wetting started to form in my mind. My experiences with Lisa weren't to end here but I will share more of them at a later time. How It Began - Lisa Part 2 It had been a while since I'd seen Lisa last and was excited she was coming to stay at my grandparents house with me for a couple of days. She pulled up to the house and her mum got out and went inside. Lisa had grown a lot in the few months since I'd seen her, her long blonde hair was past her shoulders and she had gained a nice set of breasts as well as being a few inches taller. She had on a black cotton dress that came down to a few inches above her knees. She was realling starting to turn into quite an attractive young lady. After the car had been unpacked we went off to escape from the parents. My grandparents house was amazing, a big country style house with three storeys and expansive gardens and farmland surrounding the house. Last time we had been there we had built a hut in some bushes near the back of the property, so went off to see if it was still there. The hut was there just as we had left it, tucked inside the bushes and invisible from the house. We went inside and Lisa said in a quiet voice, "Guess what, I've got a secret to tell you". "What is it?", I said eagerly, having no idea what she was talking about. She replied, "I had an accident on the way here". "What do you mean?" I said, not quite understanding what she was getting at. "Come with me", she said and grabbed my hand and led me off to their car which was parked not far away. She opened the back door and put her hand on the seat. "Feel it", she said. I put my hand on the seat and felt the dampness in the seat. "No way", I said, "you didnt, did you?..." "I couldn't help it", she replied, "It takes three hours to get here and I had two bottles of water. I told mum I needed to find a toilet but she told me to hold on as we were only half an hour away. I was really busting and I leaked on the seat". "Leaked? Thats more than a leak!" "Yeah a few drops came out at first but I couldnt hold it and after a minute I wet my pants". I couldnt believe what I was hearing and felt a strange excitement about what she had just said. I remembered back to what had happened at my place a few months back and the puddle forming under Lisa's skirt as we played in the back yard. "Does your mum know?", I asked inquisitively as she shut the door and we began wandering back to the hut. I still could not quite believe what she had done. "No I didnt say anything and she didnt notice. I pulled my dress out from underneath me so it didnt get wet". I looked at the rear of her dress and sure enough you couldnt tell. "I don't believe you did that" I said as we went inside the hut. What happened next was a complete shock to me. She grabbed my hand and said "Here, feel" and guided my hand under her short dress and rested it on her wet panties. I felt the dampness immediately and felt the warmth of her pussy through the fabric. My hand lingered there a couple of seconds, not really sure of what had just happened, or what to do in this situation. I'd never seen a grown girls private parts properly and had certainly never touched any. Lisa had never been shy but this was completely unexpected. Lisa giggled as I said "you're so naughty!", to which she replied "well I couldn't help it, I had too much to drink and I'd been stuck in the car for ages, I was soo bursting. I drank so much water I almost need to go again!" She then pulled up her dress and looked down to inspect the damage, just as she had done the previous time at my house. I couldn't help but feel excited by this, a strange sensation tingling down below in my pants as I stared at her light blue panties which had a visible damp patch at the bottom of them. She turned around still holding her dress to try and inspect the back of her underwear which was completely damp and a darker blue. I dont know where it came from but a strange idea suddenly entered my head. "I dare you to do it again", I blurted, wondering how she would react to my challenge". "What, wet my knickers right here?" she said, still holding her skirt up exposing her damp underwear. "Yeah, noone will know", I replied, half expecting she would tell me there was no way. "But I have to wear them the rest of the day, they're almost dry now", she said. "I do have to pee though". "Then pee, noone can see in here", I reasoned with her. She let her dress go and stood there contemplating my challenge. She then bent over, sliding her damp blue panties down her legs, removing them and putting them on a nearby tree branch. She spread her legs wide apart and pulled her dress up slightly, not quite enough to give me a view of her pussy but enough to make sure the dress wouldnt get wet. She stood up straight and waited a few seconds, nothing came out. My eyes were glued to her at this point. "Im bursting but I can't pee", she said as she stood there and concentrated. A few seconds later I heard a hissing sound followed by a pattering on the dry dirt below. She was peeing right in front of me! "It's running down my legs" she cried as she relaxed and let it flow, at which we both giggled. She clutched tightly at her dress and lifted it a bit higher. I got my first glimpse of her pussy as pee shot out of it, spurting in different directions and hitting her thighs, droplets running down her legs onto the now wet dirt below. I was mesmerized. I dont think she meant to expose herself to me but she had no option if she wanted to keep her dress dry. The flow drew to a few drips and then stopped as she grabbed her underwear from the tree branch and used it to wipe up the excess moisture from her thighs and legs. "How was that?", she inquired with a big grin on her face, a large wet circle on the dirt below her. "Amazing", I said, unsure how else to put it into words. "James, Lisa, dinner time!" a voice called from the house in the distance. She hurriedly put her underwear back on, again giving me another glimpse of her pussy. We walked back towards the house without saying a word, knowing we had done something we shouldn't have but both with grins on our faces about our little secret. "What have you two been up to?" my grandmother inquired as we sat down at the table. "Nothing," I said, "just seeing if the hut was still there". Lisa and I smiled at each other across the table. More to come!
  16. Yesterday morning, my girlfriend (Lesbians) challenged me not to pee in the toilet for 24 hours. The other rules were I had to drink four liters of water throughout the day, and I couldn't pee the same way twice. She would be the judge of what the "same way" meant. Here's the progression of how the day went. 7:00 AM: We just woke up, and the challenge is made. I gladly agreed, and we both made our way to the bathroom. I watched her wee in the toilet as she grinned at me, and I stepped into the bathtub. I spread my legs, and she rubbed me as I let it out over her hand and into the tub. 10:00 AM: I had two bottles of water already and I was feeling the need to go. We were on the couch watching Game of Thrones at the time, and I decided to hold it until the show was over so as not to cause a distraction. I was bouncing in my seat by the time the credits rolled, and she finally noticed it. I leaned back on the couch and slid my PJ bottoms down, taking the large glass off the table which had contained my last half-liter of water. I placed it between my legs and started filling it. She was wearing a black T-shirt and panties, her usual in-house attire, and she started playing with herself as I went. I filled the cup and stood to pour it out in the toilet, and stuck it under me again; I still needed to go. But she told me... "No! You already peed in a cup, even if you didn't finish, it counts!" She took the cup away from me and went to wash it. I decided I could wait for the second half of my pee, and sat back on the couch. 12:30 PM: After she washed the glass, she sat back on the couch and put on Captain America 2, as we planned on seeing Age of Ultron later that night and were in a big Marvel mood. I was bursting after two more hours, during the final battle of the movie. I had no choice but to pause. I found myself already having difficulty thinking of a place to pee. She said a bottle was too similar to the glass. Finally I had an idea, and she followed me into the kitchen. I dropped my PJ bottoms again and jumped onto the sink, and started weeing almost instantly. She started kissing me and touching me. I peed for a long while, but finally we got back to the movie. 4:00 PM: Since it was becoming harder to come up with ideas where to pee, I decided to wait as long as I could. I still had to drink my water, I was at two and a half liters now. Three and a half hours passed since I went in the sink, and I reached my limit. I was shaking, holding myself, even leaking a little before I just had to let it go. I already knew what I was going to do, but I wanted to put it off just as a safety. I hobbled into the bedroom and changed out of my PJs and into a long sun dress, that reached quite a bit below my knees and almost touched the ground. She followed me into the back yard and I barely made it down the stairs before I started wetting myself. I opened my legs, and the panties kept it from spraying out and hitting the dress. Anyone watching from outside would see nothing over the fence, but she had full audio and visual of the hissing and splattering on the concrete walk. I almost collapsed from the relief of that one, and we went back inside. 5:30 PM: Time to leave for the movie, which started at 6. I knew what I had to do. I ran into Walgreens and bought a small pack of adult diapers. It was the first time I had ever used them, and they aren't a part of our fetish, but if I were to adhere to her rule throughout the movie, they were the only choice. I pulled a pair on under the sun dress that I still wore, and she made me drink two more bottles of water as we drove, bringing me up to three and a half liters. I already felt pressure as we walked into the theater and purchased the tickets. We sat down all the way in the back of the small theater, and as the previews finished, I was already jiggling in my seat. This was the best kind of theater, one of those small five-room ones where there was nobody in there after opening weekend, and even less so on weekdays. The only other person was a lone man all the way in the front and on the other side. We might as well have been in different towns. It also has those brilliant cup holders that go up and down, allowing us to cuddle as much as we wanted. I was too preoccupied with my bladder, but she leaned into me and wouldn't let go of my tits for the first hour of the film. I was sweating after an hour and a half. My legs were clamped shut and my bladder was throbbing, I had to grind myself against the seat to keep it in. Of course, I could have peed by now, but I knew that she would not allow me to wee in the diaper twice, and besides; it would probably overflow if I tried. She must have known I was on the verge, because she kicked up the cup holders on the rest of the seats in the row and spread out across them, giving both her arms full access to my body. She started pressing into my bladder with a fist and kissing it, obviously way more interested in me than the movie. I was just sitting there thinking "And now I'll have to pay another fifteen pounds so we can pay attention to the bloody film." I couldn't complain much though, as despite the pressure, it felt AMAZING. I gave up on the movie and leaned back, letting her go to town on my bladder. She pulled the dress up and pushed on it harder, and started moaning quietly against my leg. I couldn't see in the darkness, but I knew she was getting herself off to me. I was horny as possible as well, but the diaper prevented me doing much about it, it was too tight to get a hand in. This went on for another fifteen minutes before I lost control. I grasped her wrist and navigated it to the front of the diaper, which was quickly swelling in size. I was glad I bought max-absorbancy, any less wouldn't have done the job. Still I had to cut it off with more to go, because I felt the pee welling up inside of it, ready to leak out. I whispered to her to let it settle for a minute, then she tore the side tabs and let it fall open. I was SOAKED, and it took me less than a minute to come once she started going at my clit and G-Spot. We watched the remainder of the movie in a haze, wrapped the diaper in a plastic bag and put it in my purse, and left the theater. 10:30 PM: I was tired from my efforts that day, but I was desperate again and needed to let it out before I slept. I had finished my four liters, and it would be my last pee before the morning, and the challenge's end. But she had me by the balls, despite my complete lack of said balls. I couldn't go in the tub, or the sink, or a bottle or cup, outside, or in one of the remaining five diapers. I thought of many things, but all of the thoughts ended in the same problem: I didn't want to ruin any of our stuff. We talked about peeing on furniture, houseplants, curtains and whatnot before, but both of our neat-freak-ness greatly outclassed our fetishes, and all of these things were resounding nopes. By 11 I was truly afraid of wetting myself. Some people say animals can sense their owner's feelings. This was nearly proven to me last night, when right as I was on the verge of giving up, my cat Gipsy jumped on my legs. He startled me and I squirted a bit through the dress, but the solution hit me instantly. I stood and shambled pathetically into the bathroom, where I pulled the spare, clean cat pan from under the sink. I filled it with fresh litter and tore off my dress just as Girlfriend entered the room, looking at me stunned and saying "Fuckin' 'ell, Bulge_Lover, are you honestly going to do that?" I just giggled as I squatted over the catpan and burst into it, saturating every inch of the sand. It amused me that she looked more surprised / amazed at my audacity than turned on by it, but I didn't care, I found relief and thought I had completed the challenge. We were awake another two hours, having fun with each other, before I fell asleep. 5:00 AM: I woke up as desperate as I had ever felt. I immediately squeezed my hands between my legs and inhaled. I thought it had been long enough since I drank before the cat litter last night, but I was wrong apparently. I absentmindedly got up and headed for the toilet, and I only remembered the challenge when I saw the cat litter still sitting along the wall of the loo. I whispered up a storm of cursewords. Girlfriend is a very heavy sleeper, a nuke going off in the yard probably wouldn't wake her. I could have easily gone to the toilet without her knowing, but I have my dignity. I climbed back into bed with her and opened my legs. My bladder was throbbing, and I apologized to myself in my head. Accidents happen, and we've had the same mattress for five years anyway. Time for a new, better one. I closed my eyes and burst through my PJs into the bed. 7:00 AM: Challenge completed, alarm rings, Girlfriend shrieks. I fake ignorance, stating that it "must have just happened" as I slept. She wasn't mad, actually a little turned on. We flipped the mattress and plan on going out for a new one later today. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed.
  17. Genre - Horror Platform - RPG Maker VX Ace So, a year ago, I got my hands on RPG Maker, and since then I've been slowly familiarizing myself with it, and eventually began building my own game. The Sanguinary Emissary is a horror-themed RPG, but remains on the comical side of things so things aren't too heavy. It features it's own desperation system, along with wetting and peeing mechanics, hand drawn art, in-battle and out-of-battle fear wettings, and an enticing story line, based on the premise of exploring a mansion that everyone considers haunted. Side notes: -Much of the art is more than six months old, so by the next or even final release, there will be many redraws. -This is in its beta stage, so any bugs or errors you find, please report them either here or in the comments section of the file download page. -A very special thanks to Rainyday and OmniLisk for their patience and time. They have been instrumental in the development of this game and supported me in times of low confidence. Remember, if you haven't played a game in RPG Maker VX Ace before, you will need to download the Run Time Package (RTP) for it. You can get it for free here: http://www.rpgmakerweb.com/download/additional/run-time-packages https://omorashi.org/files/file/2626-the-sanguinary-emissary/ I ask that you bear with me on this. There is bound to be many many bugs and errors for the first people to play this. Don't hesitate to report anything that feels out of place.
  18. female Meet my little friend.

    First of all I'd like to start this off by introducing this lovely girl I know. Let's call her... S. S is a girl full of fantasies as well as a lust to explore what is yet unknown to her, to a certain extent. We initially got in touch with eachother in a rather innocent way, as it had nothing to do with any of our kinks what so ever. After a while of having talked to eachother we began talking about what we both enjoyed, and surprisingly I decided to yet keep this kink that I have a secret - for now. Eventually we reached a point where we were comfortable enough to talk about any- and everything and oh boy did we crack open some delicate topics! One of these topics lead to this experience as well as the pictures listed below. The topic we decided to explore was under the Sub/Dom category and involved controlling her... I saw this as a sneaky oppertunity to 'coincidentally' introduce her to the kink which I haved had ever since I was a child - Holding, as I'm sure many if not every one on this form knows of. She was a bit nervous and uncomfortable about it, until the inevitable ending occured; her not being able to hold it any longer and having to give in. She fell in love with this kink and we have since then explored it far more and I will definitely be sure to throw in a few more stories and possibly even pictures of her, as she is very eager to explore further and hear what people have to say! I'll be sure to return some other time with more content - but for now this is all I have to contribute. Have a wonderfully wet weekend, folks. - Mr Strangerous. For those that are curious I can confirm that her age is indeed over 18.
  19. Roommate hogged the bathroom...

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    I completely flooded my shorts after my roommate took too long in the bathroom after I'd been holding for awhile. I had a lot to clean up, but the experience was worth it. Enjoy!

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  20. Hello everybody. :) Most have probably forgotten me, because I post quite rarely, but this site does have some content created by me. I mostly do stuff that involves Urination and Mind Control. This time I did another animation, but got fed up with the GIF Filetype, imported everything into Photoshop and rendered an MP4 ... then thought what the heck and added some soundfiles and the end result is quite decent. Of course I do neither own the Images I based the Animation on nor the sound files. They were taken from a couple of Eroge and sources from the Internet. The CG is from a game called Ryakudatsusha no Inen and my animation has nothing to do with the game at all. I just found the pictures fitting, so I used them. If you want to check out other Images from that game, I have to warn you that there are some very disturbing images there (snuff, guro etc,) but my animation is safe. :) One last thing. I added the voices, sfx last - more as an extra. It was originally never intended. So there are 2 scenes where they do not exactly match up, but I wanted to keep the original Image alive and not change everything because of the sfx/voices again. Have fun and enjoy the video/animation. And please leave a comment if you like it, and if not, well, leave a comment as well. :) Dangerous Magic.mp4 If you like what you see, please check out my other works as well. There are 2 Threads with animations and Manipulated pictures. And of course the Doujin "A Taste of her own Medicine" Commissioned by me, drawn by Nell-Chrome, Story written by me. You can also check out more of my Animations and pictures on Hypnohub: http://hypnohub.net/post?tags=hypnomangaeditor_(manipper)
  21. Hello community! I will upload some clips I made with some of my girlfriends in the past. I am not totally sure how, but I have convinced some of my friends to wet themselves and allow to film them. They are fine with me uploading the clips as long as their faces are not shown; I will not use their real names also in order to protect their identities. Here is the first one, lets call her "G". We have been good friends for a long time... maybe a little more than friends. She used to be a model and she actually enjoyed wetting herself. Sorry for the horrible camera job on this video, but there was people inside the house, so I had to hide in a really uncomfortable position in order to record this inside an empty pool. G-1.mp4
  22. Hello, people! My name is Cheshire. Certainly, not my real name, but that's the name i'm giving you as of right now. I've had an account on here for a while and I just read things. I didn't comment on anything. I just read. And I wanted to post something for other people to read. Today, I started a hold without knowing. My siblings had a basketball game, which I attended. I went to the bathroom there at about 3:20 in the afternoon. That was the last bathroom visit of the day. I got home, made food, at the food and grabbed 4 juices and drank them all in quick succession. I assume you know the strain that will hit your bladder. My bladder isn't weak per say. I'm the person in my family who would rather wait two hours until I get home rather than use public bathrooms, so I can hold. It was around 8pm when I felt anything and I was simply too lazy to get up to move towards the bathroom. I dared myself to hold until 2am. I succeeded in that and then held on as long as I could after. I went too the bathroom, where I proceeded to do the pee dance until I pissed myself because I wanted to pee on myself. I did record the pee dance and the accident if you wanna see that. I think that if you listen close enough, you can hear when I start to pee... MVI_0434.MOV
  23. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
  24. All following chapters will be posted in this thread. Backstory: For those of you unfamiliar with the book series/television series, I'm basing my stories off the television series. In the series the girls are supposed to be 17 but the real ages of the actresses range from their early to late twenties so I don't mind posting about them. For a brief overview, the show is mostly about 5 girls; Spencer (an intelligent, successful girl), Emily (a Native American lesbian swimmer), Aria (mainly known for having a romantic relationship with her teacher), Hannah (the blonde bombshell with a shoplifting issue) and Allison (a girl that was the queen bee of the group that was missing and found dead, but not everyone is convinced she is dead.) The "living" group is being tormented by a group of individuals called A, which many believe might be led by Allison, who exposes these girls lies and frames them and their families for murder, abuse, vandalism, etc. I'm starting this from the most recent season, season 4. For those not keeping up with season 4 but are into the show, there might be some spoilers in the story: From left to right: Hannah, Emily, Spencer, Aria Chapter 1 Emily began her shift at the Brew House coffee shop, forgetting she was supposed to work that night. She had been too caught up with social services suddenly questioning her family after she injured her shoulder and her mysterious stalker, A, had given an "anonymous tip" suggesting her parents were abusing her. Emily left the house quickly, knowing she was forgetting something but couldn't decide what. Once she arrived her boss scowled at her for being late and out of uniform; Emily was wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a low cut dark red top with beige cowgirl boots. "If you're late one more time I'm writing you up. Tonight is talent night and I have a family emergency so you are in charge. Jennifer quit this morning so you're in charge of training our new employee, Collin." Emily's cheeks flushed and she apologized immediately taking the keys from her boss and quickly making coffee for a line of busy customers, including herself. She began to relax as she sipped her large vanilla double shot latte, extra whipped cream for a little bit of flavor. About thirty minutes into her shift Emily finally remembered what she forgot at home: the bathroom keys! Each employee had a set and customers were required to ask to use the restroom due to vandalism in the past. Panicking about being written up for another mistake, Emily quickly looked through her bosses keys, sure there had to be a key on the set she was handed before her disgruntled boss rushed out the door. Double checking, Emily's heart sunk as she realized the bathroom key was missing from the set, which was extremely unfortunate on the busiest night the Brew had ever seen! Suddenly Emily's phone pinged with the alert of a new text message: "Missing something? Have fun with those bursting bladders tonight! -A" Emily sighed, exhausted of A messing with her once again, but at least this was one of A's smaller offenses. Aria and Hannah showed up finally, running late because Hannah couldn't pick the right skirt to wear with her top. She ended up wearing her hair in beach wave curls with a heavy layer of mascara, hot pink lipstick, and a black lace top with a black skirt splotched with pink roses. Underneath she had on black tights and a pair of hot pink designers pumps. Aria was wearing a long sleeved beige button up blouse with black hearts and light wash skinny jeans with fashionable rips in them with low black heeled booties. They ordered their drinks and chit-chatted with Emily about their college applications as she rushed around making coffee for angry guests and trying to train her clumsy colleague. A couple of times customers asked for the bathroom key but Emily told them the restroom was out of order; for the most part it hadn't been an issue and Emily figured times customers really needed to go they would just leave to go home. Reluctantly, she felt her own bladder swell with her large latte and remembered in her frenzy to get out the door she had forgotten to use the bathroom. She hadn't relieved herself since 6th period at school around 3 pm and it was now 7 pm. She had a decent sized bladder, she supposed, but had drank a lot of water and coffee today. Uncomfortable but not yet desperate, Emily shifted behind the counter but tried to distract herself by filling orders and re-arranging scones. Around 7:30 PM Spencer burst through the door, her long brunette hair tied in a ballerina bun. She was wearing a black long sleeved sweater, a strand of pearls, and a pair of white leggings with black Ugg boots. Spencer said quick hellos to Aria and Hannah, but sped past them to the counter, waiting impatiently behind a line of five customers. The over-achieving Spencer had been stuck at a school president meeting and while she had used the restroom right beforehand, it had been almost 5 hours since she had voided her bladder which was full of her favorite drink, Arizona Mango Tea. Spencer had considered stopping off somewhere on the way but had some important information about A to reveal to her friends so she rushed over as fast as she could, trying to ignore all the liquid filling up her bladder. She crossed her legs as casually as she could, starting to pant as the line slowly moved along until she was met with Emily's face. Before Emily could even breathe a greeting Spencer said "Bathroom key NOW!" in a demanding, no-nonsense voice. Pulling up the text as evidence, Emily showed Spencer that the bathroom was an impossibility, feeling the weight of her own bladder swelling. Spencer groaned and sprinted over to the bathroom, jiggling the knob hoping it would be open. Of course the bathrooms were locked and she sighed, sitting down next to her friends at a table with her legs tightly crossed, her full bladder smashed against her leggings. She reassured herself that she could leave soon to let out the ocean of pee inside her but needed to share crucial information with her friends first and foremost. Spencer took a deep breath and took her laptop out of her bag, showing the girls a video that had appeared on her computer that day of A dressed in her (his?) signature doll mask, black hoodie, black pants, and black gloves dragging Allison's body bag out of the grave. The next video was a video A had captured of the girls loitering around her grave, searching for clues in the dark a few days before, the evening Allison's grave had been dug up. The girls felt sick to their stomach and were all startled when Spencer's computer re-booted and both videos were suddenly gone. Each received the same text message at the same time that read: "A picture is worth a thousand words but a video is worth a million. You're going down, bitches. -A." The next fifteen minutes was full of frightened, paranoid chatter as the girls discussed their options and feared the wrath of the cops who were already very suspicious of these four beautiful liars. Spencer's thoughts were clouded with the weight of her bladder and while she tried to come up with ideas, she was constantly shifting in her seat and occasionally reaching underneath her long sweater to grab her crotch and apply pressure. The pressure helped momentarily but she quickly had to let go of her grip before attracting attention. Since her job was done (and the other girls promised to fill the ever-busy barista Emily in on the content of the videos) Spencer squeezed her muscles together tightly as she stood up, seeking relief as soon as possible. Each step to her car shook her bladder and she hadn't realized how desperate she had grown at her meeting, so distracted by A's new threat. By the time Spencer reached her car she immediately slammed her hand into her crotch and silently prayed traffic would be within her favor on the ten mile drive back to her house. She considered stopping off at another shop but Spencer hated public restrooms; besides, very little would be open this late to accommodate her growing need. Back at the coffee shop Emily was in her own desperate situation, regretting the coffee she had sipped. Her bladder had to be full of almost a liter now, if not more, and while Emily knew she could hold more than that she was extremely uncomfortable and urgently needed relief. At this point she was tired of customers bugging her for the non-existent key, constantly reminding her of her plight. Eventually she just sloppily wrote an "Out of Order" sign and slapped it on the door she so badly wanted to get inside. Emily knew she would have no relief until her shift was over and she was able to get home, which thankfully was not a long drive. Her jeans were cutting so deeply into her growing, bulging bladder that Emily discretely unbuttoned her pants, grateful that the apron covered her crotch. Her light blue boyshort panties showed as her zipper slid down, but thankfully no customers could see as she walked around serving drinks. Collin was essentially useless and kept knocking over equipment in the back, creating more work for Emily as she would have to squat down to pick up his mistakes. Aria and Hannah were doing a decent job distracting her with their nervous views of A's antics, wondering if the cops were really going to be alerted or if this was just another ploy by A to strike fear into their hearts. The nervousness wasn't helping Emily's bladder but she was convinced she could wait out the next few hours if she really tried and didn't drink anymore; one time she had managed to hold a very full bladder on an extremely long road trip and while it took everything she had in her, she had only lost one small spurt before reaching a rest area. Spencer swore loudly as she hit a detour that would extend her desperation, now constantly holding her crotch and shifting in her seat. She had even undone her seatbelt, which was a big no-no in the book of over-cautious Spencer, which revealed how urgent her need was. Just as she hit a pot hole on the uneven road leading the long way to her house, Spencer lost a five second spurt into her white cotton thong panties, wetting the crotch of her thin leggings. She willed herself to last just a few minutes longer, cramming a hand into her crotch, but knew she was practically at the end of her rope. Not wanting to pee on her expensive leather seats (her mother was a big shot lawyer and Spencer was a bit spoiled), Spencer quickly pulled off onto the side of the road. It was dark outside now, but there weren't any woods for her to sneak off into. Desperate for some relief, Spencer searched around into her backseat until she found an empty 32 ounce bottle of her bladder's enemy; Arizona Mango Tea. She also found a towel and acted quickly, placing the towel beneath her to catch any pee that she might not be able to aim into the bottle. Clenching her teeth and her bladder muscles as tightly as she could, Spencer lifted her butt off the seat and pulled down her white leggings and thong. She placed the bottle in between her legs, positioned the best she could, and tried to let go. Despite her urgent need, Spencer's training to only pee in a toilet kept her from the relief she so desperately needed. Concentrating and bearing down hard, Spencer was finally able to pee a short stream into the bottle. She was having difficultly holding both her entire body up and the bottle in place, Spencer's entire body shaking as she concentrated. One more long spurt and the floodgates were open, her pee stream filling the bottle quickly. She sighed as the bottle filled with her hot, yellow pee, feeling her bladder bloat shrink enormously. Not even halfway through with her release, the bottle began to overflow onto the towel, completely filled to the rim with Spencer's pee. She struggled to try to open the window to pour out her pee and tried with all of her might to cut off her stream, but she could only stop for a few seconds at a time. After resigning to the fact that there was no going back Spencer placed her bottle of piss in the cup holder and sat down directly on the towel, soaking it with the remainder of her bladder. The relief was indescribable as she felt the towel attempt to soak up her river of pee. Finally, her stream turned into slow spurts as she let out the remaining tea in her bladder onto the towel. Blushing at how improper and unladylike that whole incident was, Spencer swiftly opened her car door and jumped out of the car, her bare bottom half exposed to anyone that might drive by. Luckily, no one had and she quickly pulled her panties and leggings up, feeling the dampness of the droplets of urine that remained on her butt and thighs. She leaned against her car door for a moment, exhausted from her long day of school, fear of A's wrath, and the effort of holding back a full bladder. Once Spencer recovered, she removed the towel from her seat, wrung it out to the best of her abilities and placed it in the trunk of her car on top of her spare tire. When she got back into the car she dumped the bottle of tea pee into the grass out the window and cringed as her butt got wetter as she sat on the small puddle of pee on the seat the towel hadn't properly soaked up. Poor Emily was still at the Brew, now crossing her legs behind the counter and slipping a hand into her crotch occasionally to relieve the growing pressure ...
  25. One winter evening in January 2011(?), I was meeting a guy I'd had a couple okay dates with for dinner at a restaurant I'd never been to before. I had a general idea of where it was, but I wasn't entirely sure. I was meeting him directly from work, so it was a good forty-minute drive, and I really needed to pee long before I even got in that area. I was also still in my work clothes: black work pants, white top, black sweater, black hooded peacoat. My growing desperation distracted me to the point I drove right past the restaurant, and had to call him to ask for more specifics. I was getting irritable, too, as I squirmed in my seat and he couldn't tell me exactly where it was. I found the place, and he came to my car after I parked it. Although I had told him about my fetish, and showed him my videos on our second date, I didn't want him to think I was trying to force my fetish upon him by showing up ready to piss in my pants. I felt somewhat better when I stood up, more room for my bladder to expand, but I wasted no time getting into the restaurant; I even went to the wrong door at first. He commented that I was in a hurry, and I told him I was freezing. The restaurant was pretty busy, Friday fish fry, and I had to stand with my legs crossed while we waited for a table. It was also very dark in there, when we did get seated, I felt like I was sitting in a cave, I couldn't see five feet in front of me, let alone pinpoint the restroom. I couldn't sit still, I was on the verge of an accident, and I had to ask him where the restroom was. He said he had no idea where the ladies' room was, only the men's, so I had to wait to ask the waitress, fidgeting the whole time, sitting on one foot, and he laughed at me a little. I laughed, too, because at least he seemed to think my reaction to my predicament was sort of cute. When our waitress finally arrived, I ordered a diet Coke and asked where the restroom was. She pointed out the general direction, and I hurried that way as fast as I could, my legs tightly together. I wanted to hold myself, but knew that wouldn't be proper in this family restaurant. Just as I reached the restroom, two older ladies were going in, and I followed them. But, to my utter dismay, there were only two stalls, and they beat me to them. I think I may have cursed out loud, or maybe they could just see me pacing the floor, because one of them kept apologizing to me. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't even pace back and forth anymore, I had to stop and cross my legs and focus everything on not losing it, but a long gush escaped, and wet my work pants halfway down to my knees, and I couldn't help but whimper and panic. I had regained control, but I knew it was only a temporarily victory. I couldn't even remember when I'd last hit the restroom, and had drank at least two liters of water that day, as usual. The same lady who'd apologized told me she'd be right out, I heard the toilet flush, but it seemed to take her forever to put herself together, and I was on the verge of losing it again, and I knew that once I did, I wouldn't be able to stop until most of the pee was out of me. Finally, she came out, and I hobbled into the stall, just as I lost the battle with my bursting bladder. I began peeing down my legs and couldn't stop, even as I finally pulled my pants down (the lace thong I didn't even bother with) and finished on the toilet. I was fairly confident my date wouldn't notice I'd had an accident; I had wet the same pants too many times to remember, in broad daylight, and this was a dark restaurant. And, he didn't notice, and I didn't tell him.