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So rather than fill up the board with new threads for each image dump, I thought it prudent to consolidate all future posts/image dumps to one mega thread. So boom, here be thread. Just as I thought I was done with this barely working mess, Novel A.I. actually fixed its issues. Now the site actually works reliably. Every time I think I'm out, they pull me back in. But before I just dump another batch of images, some people have asked that I give some sort of basic tutorial on Novel A.I., or at least what I've learned. So I'm going to post something here that I recently posted on another thread. I hope this helps. ============================= NOVEL A.I. Basic Omorashi Tutorial ============================= EDIT: THERE IS NOW A MORE UPDATED/CONSOLIDATED VERSION OF THIS TUTORIAL POSTED TO PIXIV LINK --> https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=18609737 This is what I've learned and rendered in my first week with this crazy new sci-fi shit. Yikes what a week. Below I've posted my first attempts at "Landscape" mode, and it was definitely harder and took longer. Going forward I'm gonna try and work on clothing stains/saturation and getting the pee right, so it doesn't look like melted gold half the time. Maybe some of you "scientists" can figure that out, now that you have my mountaintop temple teachings. All of these new images along with the older ones are also viewable in my albums if that's easier. (link below) https://www.omorashi.org/profile/2305-duffman/?tab=node_gallery_gallery And the rest.

I'm gonna try to keep this one short and concise. My friend wanted to do a hold for me, so we decided to cuddle and flirt and kiss each other for a while while we waited for his bladder to fill up. His stomach was bulging and I kept gently pressing his bladder, making him moan. His moaning and intense blushing are so cute. I tickled him a lot too, which he said made him feel like he was going to wet himself. He looked like he really thought he might leak some from the tickling. We were running out of time before he had to go home, and he wasn't desperate enough to be accidentally leaking yet. I told him to go stand in the shower with his clothes still on. He stood there looking at the toilet and trying to keep from losing control. I tickled him until he tried to grab himself to hold better. At that point, I was pretending to get tired of his nonsense, and I firmly told him no as I grabbed his hands and forced him to stand still and not grab his crotch. He was shaking at that point. He still hasn't leaked at all, so I told him he could let out a little bit in his pants if he needed to. He was wearing sweatpants and a jock strap. He let a bit out, but was able to maintain control even with me holding him still. So I told him to let a little more go. At that point, the leaks were getting out of hand and he was about to just full-on wet himself as I held his hands away from his face when he tried to hide it in shame. I decided I didn't want him completely ruining his pants since he still had to drive home, so I let him use the toilet. We had agreed beforehand that if he used the toilet, I'd have to help him by holding his dick for him.

👑 The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.

Mateo Trinall was finally 21. He had been awaiting this day for months, planning to spend the day partying and drinking 'til he could barely stand. Nothing could ruin this day. And nothing did. The day was gorgeous; blue skies, pleasant weather, and good luck. Mateo's statistics class got cancelled because his professor's car broke down, track practice was a breeze with the cool wind that came right as his coach blew the whistle, and Phil, the solid 10 of the tennis team, and gave Mateo his number when they met near the vending machine. Mateo was sure that the gods were smiling down on him. As the sunlight faded, Mateo prepared to party. He called his friends together, including Phil now, and set his sights on the pub. They went to the local nightclub, Starlight, and promptly got hammered. Tony, the designated driver, dropped the group off and then popped over to the library for some alone time. The rest of the group tried about 20 different cocktails between the six of them. Mateo could feel his lips tingle after each sip, and watched Phil struggle to keep up. After a few hours, Mateo was exhausted, drunk, and happy. As he stumbled to Tony's car, Phil nearly tripped as he ran after him. "Mateo..." he slurred, nearly in tears as he approached the boy in question. "You can't go without me. I looooooove you." Mateo's head was empty at this point, but these words made him happy. "I... love you toooooooooooo." Mateo leaned in for a kiss, and tripped. Phil, even in his stupor, caught him, and kissed the boy. It was glorious. That's the last thing Mateo can remember as he woke up the next morning. Time for the first choice! Im not sure how to do this entirely, so I'll give a few options. What did Mateo wake up in? ~a wet bed and boxers ~a wet pull-up/diaper ~Dry boxers, but nearly bursting ~The nude Vote in the comments below! After 24-48 hours I'll see what is picked the most and write that. Have fun! Hope you all enjoyed so far! This is my first time writing in a long while, so I hope yall like it enough for it be worth continuing. Thanks! ~OhNo

This is my last new series for a while, and unlike my other works, it is an anthology series. This means that none of the characters have to come back, and each chapter can be unrelated to the last. Completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated The Student-Teacher Bond Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of ice water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?” The old teacher laughed “Just about. They have me subbing today.” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t aware of anyone taking the day off. “For who?” “You.” This took Elizabeth by surprise, which she quickly dissipated with the realization of what it was. “Don’t tell me they picked me to proctor?” Barbra nodded, Elizabeth groaned. She paused “Well, at least it’s you. We’ve got a test next week, you’ve got the lesson plan?” Barbra gave the much younger teacher a look. One of a quiet knowing “Right. Like I said. I’m glad its you.” Elizabeth took a long drink from her thermos. “My advise Beth? As someone who’s had to proctor these state exams, they don’t let you out either. Make sure you refill that before you go in.” “Wasn’t you who had that student pass out from dehydration, was it?” “No, but I nearly did. Make sure your students have plenty too.” Elizabeth nodded. It was going to be a quiet morning. ############################# Megan knew her mother would kill her if she caught her buying energy drinks. But it was Megan’s own money, and she was 18 now, so it was her choice. She knew it’d be hot in that room, so two ice cold ones would do. The trip up to Howe Highschool was a short one. Despite the morning school traffic, the gas station from which she made her purchase was only a short drive away. It made her feel like an adult, to park the car and get herself situated. Independent and free. Quickly hopping out of the car, she called to her friend Emily before they entered the building. “Hey short-stuff! Wait up!” The small girl in spandex turned around, smiling but blushing “Don’t call me that!” “What? Afraid Mike ‘ll hear?” “Yes! Your mom let you take the car?” The building was already hotter than the outdoors. Both could feel it as they crossed through the double doors. “Yeah. I might leave after the test.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’ve got the make-up for the C.A.N.T, right?” The two stopped in the hallway, Emily put her bag into her locker and grabbed her books for her first class “Why do you think I have these?” Megan held up her energy drinks “Don’t let coach see you with those! She’ll make you drink extra water!” “I know. Been having water since I got up. I’m seriously peeing like every five minutes!” “Speaking of which, I’m going before cla-“ The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Emily continued “Guess I’ll be late. You’ve got to head out, They lock you out of those, and I heard you’ve got Ms. Oliver!” Megan groaned, she could already feel her bladder reacting to her recently finished water bottle. She followed Emily to the bathroom but passed by “Gonna have to be quick, you know she’s a stickler for rules!” Emily replied, but Megan was walking too quickly to hear it as she made her way to her state test. As she opened the heavy door, Megan was surprised to be the only student there. Ms. Oliver sat at a steel desk facing the doorway. Megan picked a seat somewhat near her, a few rows back. “Were we expecting a full class?” She asked “You and five others.” Ms. Oliver spoke curtly Megan nodded. “If it’s ok with you, may I use the bathroom real quick?” “No. Doors lock in two” “It’ll be quick-“ “You’ve already wasted a minute talking.” Ms. Oliver cut her off and ended the conversation. Megan was sure she’d be ok, but she’d feel better if she was allowed to go. The two sat silent for a moment. Ms. Oliver sipped from her thermos and Megan from her energy drink. Standing, Ms. Oliver grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and walked over to the door, locking it. Walking back to the front of the classroom, she began to read from the paper, speaking in an authoritative tone. “I’ve now locked the door, The test will begin shortly. There will be no phone or mobile device use, nor is any student permitted to leave the testing are without forfeiting their work…” As Ms. Oliver read on, Megan tiled her energy drink towards herself and gulped down a large quantity to prepare herself. It would be a long test. ########################## Megan looked at the clock. Nearly a half an hour had passed. The heat of the room was starting to get to her. She had already finished one drink and was working on another. She felt warm, and the can was covered in moisture and sweat. She looked at Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was finishing her thermos, taking a large enough sip that it clinked off of her thin glasses. She looked at Megan. “Eyes on your test.” Megan raised her hand quickly “Can you open the window? It’s a little warm.” With this request, Ms. Oliver complied. Both teacher and student had downed a considerable amount of fluid and each was just hoping they felt warm from the heat of the room. Megan looked back at her test. 57 down, 200 to go…it was going to be a long test. Megan checked the clock. Feeling the first hint of her filled bladder. She looked at her now empty energy drink. She could feel its effects as she started to jitter from the caffeine. She tapped her pencil on the desk, the yellow utensil clacking off of the plastic desk. As her water and energy drink continued to push into her bladder, Megan countered sightly using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained as she pressed on through her next set of questions. The room was still hot. Against her better judgement, she took another sip from her other energy drink. The can was coated with moisture, and the liquid did little to cool her body. A silence came back over the room as Megan returned to her work. Another question in and the quiet was broken by Ms. Oliver, who suddenly stood. Megan looked up, watching her proctor straighten her red blouse and press her black pencil skirt. She walked over to Megan, her heels knocking against the linoleum floor. She stood by the student, looking over her test. Megan found it hard to continue to work with the added supervision, and her mind wandered back to her bladder. A constant heavy feeling had settled in her abdomen, and Megan wondered if her tight, dark, jeans were too tight. A finger made its way across the desk and pointed at her test. Ms. Oliver gave her a complement “Nice job on this one. You’ll get there. Stay focused.” It was slightly out of the ordinary for Ms. Oliver, but Megan took the complement. She looked at her teacher, her eyes at thigh level, noticing Ms. Oliver’s pantyhose-clad legs shaking slightly. Megan looked up, Ms. Oliver smiled, blushing from embarrassment and walked back to her desk. Megan worked, but each question was seemingly taking longer. The heat of the room didn’t help. She wanted to drink, but couldn’t. The chair was uncomfortable. She dug her knuckles into her back to ease her muscles, but as she pressed into her back it was as though she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Ms. Oliver looked over at the noise. Megan gave a look of an apology. Ms. Oliver looked at the mounted clock on the wall. “You have two hours remaining.” Megan looked back at the questions she had filled in. She could finish on time, she knew that. But she was slowing down. Her bladder weighed her mind down as well as her body. Like running underwater, Megan slowly felt her mind unable to press through her growing need. She peered at Ms. Oliver, her teacher was as stiff as a statue, Megan could hear her breathing. “Finish your test.” Ms. Oliver could feel Megan’s eyes looking at her “May I please go to the bathroom?” It was worth it to ask “Are you forfeiting your test?” “No…” “Then you may not. We can make it.” We? Megan reviewed her test. Nearly at question one hundred. Nearly halfway. The only problem was her bladder, which was filled entirely. Tap. Tap. Tap. Megan bounced her pencil off of the desk. Anything to keep her mind off of her pain. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She felt hot, sticky, sweaty. The open window did nothing to help. She leaned forward, her white shirt was damp from absorbing her body heat. She adjusted in her chair, moving forward. Balling her hand into a fist and pressing it into her thigh, Megan hoped the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She at the clock again. The rhythmic ticking soothing her somewhat. Ms. Oliver stood sharply. Stiffly, she preened her outfit. Megan observed as she walked towards the clock, her legs crossing with each slow step. She stood, staring at the clock as it continued to tick. Not realizing that Megan was watching, she dug her hand into her crotch, bunching her black pencil skirt into her crotch and bent forward. “A-are y…you ok?” Megan asked “F-f-fine.” Ms. Oliver pointed, blushing “Test.” Megan nodded and put her head back down. She still saw Ms. Oliver out of the corner of her eye. Her proctor paced, her heels making a racket as she paced. Megan looked up again, watching as Ms. Oliver grabbed at the hiem of her skirt. “Stop looking at me! I-I’ll forfeit you if you do that again!” She barked at Megan Megan smacked her dry lips. The room was hot, she was sweaty and dehydrated. Yet couldn’t drink. While answering a question on Macbeth, Megan felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen. Megan looked. Her bladder was protruding from her shirt, her jeans digging in. She rubbed it. Another wave. First a warm sensation that covered her body, then a cool one. Time stood still. She swallowed. Another question. Having lost track of time, Megan’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Megan’s mind. She hadn’t answered a question in sometime. She just wanted to hold it. Her concentration was broken by a sudden gasp. She looked at Ms. Oliver Her teacher quickly launched from her desk chair, legs twisted like a vine around each other. Her hands buried deep into her crotch. She shook visibly. She picked up the landline on her desk. Megan heard her whisper “Please come up here and relieve me…” Ms. Oliver hissed into the receiver Whatever the response was, she didn’t like it. Groaning, Ms. Oliver slammed the phone back down. She shook where she stood. Megan tried again, hoping the obvious predicament they were both in would lead her to relief. “Ms. Oliver, I really have to go-“ “Stop! Stop! Stop talking about pee…” “But I did-“ “Finish your test!” As Ms. Oliver spoke, Megan could see a small streak of discoloration maneuver down one of her legs before she quickly sat back down. What made it worse, was the Megan knew she was next. She sat on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief. She struggled. Megan rocked on her heel, hand pressed firmly into her crotch. Ms. Oliver stood again. Megan watched her teacher pace around the front of the room again. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Megan needed support. The desk. She grabbed it with all her might, her knuckles turning white. Her pencil rolled off her desk. She wanted to grab it. But she couldn’t move. She made one final plea. “Ms. Oliver please! I…I really have to-“ Megan stopped her words. Her mind went blank, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. A loud splatter erupted from where her teacher was standing. A two-pronged stream shot from under her skirt, loudly starting a puddle. Smaller streams and streaks began to splatter and drip from her backside. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all student and teacher could hear was her pent up pee smacking the floor with a splash. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. “A-ahhh! F-n-no!” Ms. Oliver crossed her legs, the main flow of clear urine now spraying down her legs as it slowed. She gripped the front of her skirt and managed to stop it. Bending over her desk, she looked back at Megan. “I-I’m sorry…” Dead silence. Time stood still. The only noise was the sound of Ms. Oliver’s jilted, stunted breathing. Bothe teacher and student shook, their muscles at their limits. Megan couldn’t help but feel a moist sensation in her own panties. She felt. Watching her teacher leak had let some out. She felt better. She closed her eyes, and relaxed a little. Another spirt. It was delightful. Some more. And more. Megan looked down as she opened her eyes. The field hockey captain now had a dark patch on her jeans. She wanted to let it all out. She didn’t care anymore. Her teacher had leaked and now so had she. Her emotions took over. Relief, embarrassment, jubilation. It was too much for her young mind. Megan began to sniffle as she cried. As she felt the tickling sensation escape her labia, she stated a fact though muffled tears “I’m gonna pee my pants…” Again, it wasn’t her that took the spotlight, but her teacher. Clear urine had begun to flow freely from Ms. Oliver, starting a new puddle just a few inches from the last. This time, she had a partner as she whispered. “You’re not the only one…” Megan shook. At this point, she was more or less forcing herself to pee. It hurt too much to hold it, and she wasn’t the only one. But rationalizing it didn’t help as she watched a yellowish puddle expand from her seated thighs. Her jeans were warm, soaked and darkened at the crotch. Her entire lap was covered in a darkened cloud from the storm she was unleashing. The puddle expanded, moving slowly as she released, heading for the edge of her chair. Megan was nowhere near done as she felt it expand off of the sides of her chair. With nowhere else to go, it began to drip and splatter onto the calves of her jeans. They darkened somewhat, though inconsistently as a puddle also formed under her chair. Having caught the majority of her forcible pee, the chair began to leak down the front, and her entire seat dripped as Megan emptied her bladder into her pants. Megan put her head down. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged her head with her hands, she could feel the tears on her cheeks. And odd sensation as her jeans cooled. Through coughs and wails she could only make out the word sorry. The only word she was capable of even conceiving through her sorrow. Megan felt a gentle hand on her back, her breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. She heard Ms. Oliver whisper “It’s ok. Megan, its over. I won’t judge you…” Megan looked up at her teacher, their eyes meeting. Ms. Oliver still had her hand on Megan’s shoulder “Finished?” Megan nodded “Here.” Ms. Oliver motioned for her to stand Taken by surprised for the second time that day, Ms. Oliver received a hug from her student, even as she still cried. “Megan, it’s ok. It’s a stupid rule and I’m sorry. It got me too…but I’m going to make it up to you.” Megan removed herself from the embrace and looked at her teacher. “If you let me change in here, and finish your test, I’ll make sure no one ever knows about this. And you can be dismissed for the day.” Megan nodded, still glassy-eyed. Ms. Oliver hiked up her skirt and stepped out of her heels. Megan moved seats as her teacher shimmied out of her pantyhose and panties. Tossing them into one of the desk drawers, Ms. Oliver reassured her pupil. “It’ll be our little secret.” The two smiled as Ms. Oliver pulled her skirt back down. She’d go the rest of the day without panties, discovering the freedom it gave her to forgo them entirely. True to her word, no one ever found out about Megan’s accident. There was a rumor about Ms. Oliver, but as time passed, so did the gossip. This was just another chapter in the secret history of Howe High School.

Erica Campbell looked at the email for the 4th time in as many minutes. Your daughter, Grace Campbell, has been referred to the Discipline Office for a violation of Section H of the Student Conduct Code. She has been assigned punishments that include after school detention for 4 hours, a written appology to her peers, and one month of reduced privleges. The Maternal Responsibility Act requires you to attend a review hearing at 7pm this evening. This review hearing will be conducted by the PTA Conduct Committee. You and Grace are both required to testify at this hearing. Grace's after school detention will be served today from 3pm to 7pm. She will be released from detention at the time of her testimony. The Maternal Responsibility Act had been touted as a way to reduce the amount of crime being committed by young people. Under the Act any misconduct by a person under the age of 30 required the offender's mother to attend a hearing to determine if she was partially responsible. The mother could be found responsible if there was evidence that she had not properly disciplined her child while they were growing up. The Act applied to various offenses including school discipline infractions, traffic offenses, and criminal matters. Traffic and criminal offenses required the offender's mother to appear in court, infractions at school or college were handled by the school system. The PTA Conduct Committee often sanctioned irresponsible mothers in a manner similar to how student may be disciplined by the school. The school system allowed corporal punishment for students and the Conduct Committee often used it for mothers as well. Grace was a very well behaved high school senior. Erica wondered why her 18 year old daughter was being punished. Erica went to the school website to find a copy of the Student Conduct Code. Section H - Student Hygiene: All students must maintain personal cleanliness at all times. Students shall be subject to discipline for failure to maintain control of bodily functions. Had Grace wet her pants? The email notification was vague and left Erica wondering about her daughter's plight. Erica spent the afternoon unable to focus. She wondered exactly what Grace had done. Did it happen in class? Had her friends seen it? Had she been denied permission to go during class? What if it wasn't wet pants; if not, what else could it be? If it was wet pants, why hadn't Erica been called to bring her dry clothes? Erica was also concerned about her review hearing that evening. Erica had been a vocal proponent of the Maternal Responsibility Act when it was first enacted 6 months ago. Erica was aware that her support of the Act might make for juicy gossip if she was found in violation of it. Maternal Responsibility Act hearings were open to the public. Erica had attended several public hearings after the law was enacted, so she knew it would be a humbling experience even if she was cleared of responsibility. She shuddered to think of the potential humiliation she might endure if she was found responsible for her daughter's behavior. At 6:55pm Erica entered the small auditorium being used for the review hearing. She was escorted to the right side of the stage where she was told to stand in line with the 4 other mothers who had to appear before the PTA Conduct Committee. The 5 person committee was seated at a long table in the middle of the stage. The small auditorium held approximately 75 seats for spectators, Erica's stomach flip-flopped as she realized it was a standing room only crowd. At 7pm the students who were required to testify at their mothers hearings were led to the left side of the stage. Erica begin to tear up as she saw Grace walk-in. Her fear was confirmed; Grace's jeans had a large dark stain in the crotch and dark streaks running down the inside of each leg. When Grace made a slight turn her mother saw that her butt was as soaked as her front. The chairwoman of the PTA Conduct Committee called the hearing to order then read the docket alloud: Cathy Blake, age 41. Daughter Penny violated Section B-Unexused Abscence. Sarah Kennedy, age 43. Son Kevin violated Section C-3rd Tardy. Diane Abrahms, age 38. Daughter Hallie violated Section C-2nd Tardy. Laura Jonson, age 36. Daughter Jessica violated Section F-Overdue Library book. Erica Campbell, age 42. Daughter Grace violated Section H-Urinated in her pants. The spectators chuckled when the last offense was read aloud. Erica saw Grace's face turn beet red with embarassment as her shame was publicly announced. Erica tuned out the chairwoman as the first case was called, she kept looking across the stage at her daughter. Grace was was staring at the floor as she fidgeted. Erica could see she was biting her lower lip and sniffling in an attempt to hold off crying. Erica's mind raced as she wondered about the emotions Grace must be feeling. Was it just embarrassment, did she feel guilty, was she angry? Without knowing what had led to Grace's accident it was impossible for Erica to imagine what was going through her daughter's mind. Erica's eyes kept focusing on the dark stains on Grace's pants. What does it feel like she wondered. The discipline notice had been emailed 6 hours ago, what must it be like to have that wet denim clinging to her legs for that long! The damp fabric must be cold by now, did it itch? Tardies and unexcused absences were routine business for the PTA Conduct Committee so the first 4 hearings were over quickly. The Conduct Committee found Cathy Blake partially responsible for Penny's unexcused absence and sanctioned Cathy to 10 swats of corporal punishment and 3 hours community service to the school. Sarah Kenedy was sanctioned 8 swats of corporal punishment and 2 hours community service for Kevin's tardiness. Dianne Abrahms was sanctioned 6 swats of corporal punishment and 1 hour community service for Hallie's tardiness. Laura Jonson was relieved to be sanctioned with only an hour of community service to the school for Jessica's overdue book; she was thankful to have been spared corporal punishment. The chairwoman called a start to Erica's hearing. Erica was lead from the side of the stage the very middle, standing in front of the Conduct Committee. She couldn't see the audience from this position, she suspected that several spectators were probably checking out her butt. Erica knew that for her age she had a good figure and she was quite proud of it. Today she was a little embarrassed knowing there were probably a several creepy dads in the audience hoping to see her butt get spanked. "The purpose of this hearing is to determine the level of responsibility you face for your daughters misbehavior in school today. In order to adequately determine your level of responsibility, and any appropriate sanctions, we must ask several questions of you and Grace" the chairwoman explained. "How old is Grace? "18" Erica replied. "At what age did you begin to toilet train Grace?" "Um, around 2." "Did she have any accidents?" "I guess there were one or two" replied Erica. I mean all kids have a few." "How did you handle them?" "Ah, I guess I cleaned her up and gave her dry pants." "At what ages did Grace wet herself?" " I don't know exactly. Probably one or two times before she was in school and then one time in elementary school. " "Any accidents since she became a teenager?" Erica didn't want to answer this question but she knew she could be charged with perjury if she lied during a hearing for the Maternal Responsibility Act. She felt conflicted as she replied, "Just a small one a few weeks ago. I don't think it was a big deal. Grace laughed a little too hard and some leaked out." "I see" said the chairwoman." How did you handle her wetting?" "Well, uh, Grace took a shower while I put her pants in the wash. That was the extent of it. It's something that could have happened to anyone." "Speaking of it happening to anyone..." continued the chairwoman..." let's move on the examples you may have set for your daughter. How many times have you wet yourself since being toilet trained?" Erica was stunned for a brief moment. "Uh, only a couple" she stammered. "I mean once in college when I was pretty drunk, I really don't have any recollection of it, I just know my friends teased me about it for a couple of weeks. The only other time was a few years ago." The chairwoman's harsh stare was the only prompt Erica needed to continue. "It was 3 years ago. I had to go at the end of the work day, I thought I could make it home. Traffic was worse than normal and it took a lot longer to get home. I could barely move my foot from the gas pedal to the brake without losing control. By the time I got out of my car I could feel a spurt leak into my underwear. I was squirming at the door trying to get my key in the lock. I had to go so bad that it took three tries to unlock the door. As soon as I stepped inside I just lost all control." "Was anyone home? Did Grace know you wet your pants?" Inquired the chairwoman. "Yes." Erica admitted. "Grace was standing there, she watched the whole thing. Afterward I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, later I had to mop the floor. Neither of us said anything. For about a week afterward Grace giggled every time she looked at me." The chairwoman called Grace forward to testify. Grace trudged gingerly across the stage as the saturated denim clung to her legs. "Before we begin with questions, I am obligated to read a brief description of your offense into the record." 'The Violation Report from 5th period Algebra, indicates that Grace was fidgeting and squirming in her seat as Mr. Swanson lectured. Mr. Swanson reported other students had difficulty paying attention to the lesson because Grace's fidgeting was so distracting. Mr. Swanson indicated that Grace made no attempt to request a restroom pass before the lecture began. The Violation Report goes on to say that after the lecture a quiz was handed out. Grace stood up partway through the quiz and walked toward Mr. Swanson's desk. As she got to his desk Grace let out an audible gasp and Mr. Swanson could see urine running down her legs. Grace left a puddle of urine on the floor and her jeans were soaked.' The chairwoman looked at Grace with a mixture of disgust and pity. This was the first description Erica heard of Grace's accident. Erica felt her stomach drop as she heard the details of Grace's humiliation . She felt horrified that her daughter had wet herself in front of her peers. She felt angry that Grace was still wearing her wet jeans; she wanted to know why she hadn't been called to bring Grace home for the rest of the day (or at least bring her dry pants). "We are not here to discuss your punishment." The chairwoman explained to Grace. "The school has already taken appropriate action against you. Today we are determining if your mother bears any responsibility for your actions. If your mother is found to be partly responsible for your misbehavior then appropriate sanctions will be applied. "Grace, you heard your mother's testimony about your prior toilet training and prior wetting. Was your mother's testimony accurate? Is it true that at no time have you ever been punished or scolded for wetting yourself? Is it true that your mother never engaged you in remedial toilet training?" Grace look at the floor as she nodded and said "Yes, ma'am. It's all true." "We would like some additional information about your most recent wetting; prior to today's incident. We need you to provide us with a detailed description of what occurred and how the matter was handled by your mother. " Grace sighed as she began, "We were in the backyard with my cousins when one of them told a hilarious story. I was standing on the patio and bent over laughing. I laughed so hard I had a hard time breathing... and then I just....felt it happen. My leggings felt really warm between my legs, I looked down and realized that I wet myself a bit. I didn't completely empty my bladder like I did today. It was just enough to put a 6 inch stain in my crotch and wet a couple inches down each thigh. As my cousins we're laughing and pointing at me I ran into the bathroom. I pulled my leggings down and finished in the toilet. I put my dirty leggings in the hamper then took a shower. "By the time I was done showering," Grace continued, "mom had already put my leggings and underwear in the washing machine. It's never been brought up since then...until now." "Describe any times you have seen your mother wet her pants." Grace paused for a moment before saying "I've only seen it happen the one time she already told you about. I was sitting in the living room when I heard her fumbling with the key in the lock. When she opened the door she was taking super tiny steps with her legs half crossed. She dropped her keys and stuck her hand between her legs and began to groan. A moment later I saw her jeans start to turn dark between her legs. She peed, and peed, and peed, and peed; it kept running down her legs and on to the floor. I think she probably wrecked her shoes. Her pants looked like mine do now. "She ran upstairs to shower and when she came back she was wearing clean pants and carrying the mop. We never spoke about it after" finished Grace. The chairwoman sent Grace back to her place on the side of the auditorium as the PTA Conduct Committee whispered amongst themselves. Erica was nervous as the chairwoman addressed her. "The Conduct Committee has determined that under the Maternal Responsibility Act you are partially responsible for Grace's misconduct today. Urinating in one's pants is unhygienic, particularly in a public setting like a school. Your failure to adequately convey that message to Grace is unacceptable. "The committee feels that you should have taken Grace's childhood accidents more seriously. It was irresponsible of you not to use them as an opportunity to educate her on the importance a bladder control. "We further feel the example you set an a mother was irresponsible. When you faced no consequences after wetting yourself, it likely impacted Grace's view that lack of bladder control is acceptable. "We feel your lack of consequences for Grace's wetting a few weeks ago was irresponsible. If you had imposed remedial toilet training, or some form of discipline, Grace would likely have taken actiins to avoid urinating in her pants today. "The Conduct Committee has decided to sanction you with 30 swats of corporal punishment and 20 hours of community service to the school. "The corporal punishment will be carried out at 3p.m. Saturday afternoon at the PTA barbeque. We believe by making an example of you in front of your peers, it will help all the mothers in attendance to understand the importance of responsible parenting. "Your community service will be spent assisting in the school nurses office for 1 hour each day for the next 20 school-days. There are several students who, for a variety of reasons, wear diapers. Your community service will be to conduct the diaper changes so the nurse is free for other duties." The chairwoman babbled on a little longer before closing the hearing, but Erica had stopped listening. Her brain was in turmoil with mixed emotions. Erica was trying to wrap her head around her sanctions. She didn't mind helping the nurse, but she certainly dreaded the upcoming corporal punishment. As soon as she was dismissed Erica ran to Grace. She wanted to hug and comfort her daughter! Grace and Erica cried as they finally embraced. "I'm sorry you had a rough day" Erica said as they walked to the car. "Let's go home so you can get cleaned up. We can talk about it after you've had a long shower."

Join in and choose the fate of the Equestria Girls as they embark on some wet adventures. It’s got all the genuine accidents, caught in the halls, recorded, in the stall barely not making it, not holding it, trying to hide it, and more! To start off, who shall be first to feature.

Rhubarb was usually the one in charge of her (adopted) Daughter's responsibilities and behaviour around the house, giving them a spanking once a week at the very week and several every day of the week at the very most. Alongside behaviour adjustments, Rhubarb also had to deal with Jenny's and Custard's accidents, yes her fully grown daughters had accidents still! Oftentimes it was Custard out of fear and bad dreams, but sometimes Jenny has had an accident or two after drinking too much or being too lazy to get out of bed. Jenny would be spared and often only end up in pull-ups, meanwhile Custard's wetting was way worse and had to be put into outright adult diapers unlike Jenny. However this soon was to change! One day, thankfully where both daughters were allowed their normal underwear on, Rhubarb and her Daughters went to a mall for the day, Rhubarb went shopping for food while Jenny and Custard went off together to look at games (Something Jenny still spends so much time on) and shockingly Custard often went to buy toys intended for kids. But today Jenny took a small detour before heading to the game shop with Custard, they went over to a drugstore. "JenJen? Why are we here of all places right now?" Custard asked, very eager to find games to play with Jenny or some toys to play with. Jenny placed some liquid laxatives and some diuretics into her basket with a grin on her face, she then went over to the pull-ups section and found the biggest size she could find, an XXL size which was shockingly cheap, although it's price might be due to lack of customers in that size. "Today." Jenny begun. "Today we're going to get back at Mother for the past few embarrassing weeks!" Custard beamed up in enjoyment, you'd expect her to be the type of girl to not let this sort of thing happen to her mother, but Custard was a little devil on the inside. "Oooh! And what's the plan?" She asked. Jenny leaned over to Custard's ear and started whispering into it, she then used a self check-out and paid for the special items, placing them hidden in a bag afterwards. Alongside food Rhubarb was looking for tools she could used as spanking weapons on her daughters, however she couldn't find any and decided to just message her daughters to meet her at an outside table at a cafe. The two quickly arrived and took a seat. "Mama! Mama! Look I got a toy bow!" Custard said, revealing the plastic bow. "I got one of those anime sort of games for the Bintendo Witch, a jrpg about changing hearts." Jenny showed off the game before putting it away, not revealing the other stuff in her bag. "That's lovely dears, I hope you both behaved! Now I've got my tea here but I shall go get you guys your drinks! Coffee right Jenny? And Hot choco for Custard?" Rhubarb kindly asked her daughters, showing more of her nicer side. "Don't forget to ask for cream!" Insisted Custard, nagging at Rhubarbs long dark velvet dress. "Yeah, the usual coffee will do" Jenny said chilled out. Rhubarb went back inside the cafe and Jenny turned to look at Custard. "Its time...." Jenny spoke in a rather serious but mischievous tone, reaching for the diuretics in her bag and opening the packet. Custard got up and snuck into the cafe without Rhubarb noticing somehow, in there she got to the bathroom and put up a bunch of "Cleaning" signs in front of all the female bathrooms. She then snuck out and saw Jenny putting some of the pills into the coffee as she stirred. Custard sat back down on her seat. "Mama is nearly about to return! Let's act natural so Mama doesn't suspect a thing!" "Sure thing!" Jenny stopped stirring and got back to her seat. "Sorry I took so long!" Rhubarb shouted as she brought the drinks over. "Cashier was on about this crazy girl flashing him while he was at his part time job booth a few months ago!" She said with a chuckle and said down, taking a sip of her tea. "Hmm...It tastes a bit funny..." Custard began panicking on the inside, thinking Rhubarb would find out and punish them! However Jenny took a sip of her drink and gave Custard a reassuring look, or one that said "Play along". "Hmm...Is it good or bad type of funny?" Jenny asked, watching Custard take a sip of her drink. "I think the milk tastes funny but better" Custard said, attempting to fool Rhubarb. "Hmmm....Yes I do think it may be the milk.." Rhubarb commented, getting back to her drink. After a while of drinking the girls got up from their seats. "Excuse me you two, I'm just going to the loo!" Rhubarb didn't notice what was actually making her tea taste different and just saw this urge to pee as a usual one, although it was becoming a bigger urge each passing second. "Wh-What?! Cleaning?!" Rhubarb whispered to herself quite annoyed and angered as she became very desperate to go. She rushed out the cafe and to her daughters, a hand clutching her crotch. "Custard! Jenny! We got to find another toilet qui--Oh-Oh n-no..." Hisss...hissss...HIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.......! a massive wetmark formed around the front and butt of Rhubarb's dress, getting absolutely soaked as urine trinkled onto the floor below. Rhubarb was so embarrassed this was in front of her daughters. "Tsk...Tsk...Tsk!" Jenny said in an intimidating way. "Seems you've broken the rule of no accidents and must be punished appropriately!" "Yeah! Just like we do!" Custard added. Rhubarb was gobsmacked, both her daughters turning the table on her due to an accident (Or so she thought), and to make matters worse there was a small crowd watching. "Right let's get the wet clothes off of you! You stink of pee Mama!" Custard said as she unzipped Rhubarb's dress to reveal a lack of a bra and her soaked and smelly pink underwear, Jenny was also keeping Rhubarb restraint so she couldn't resist. "G-G-Girls! There's people around here! Don't remove my cloTHEEEESS!!!" Rhubarb screamed as Jenny pulled Rhubarb to lay over her lap, Custard pulling the wet panties off as Rhubarb landed. "Stage one of the punishment for wetting is being stripped!" Custard announced aloud. "And stage two is getting a fully naked spanking!" Jenny added, placing Rhubarb's arms behind her back and raising her own free arm. "You two! Stop it at once! These aren't meant to affect me! I am your Mot--OWWWW!!!!" Rhubarb whined as her big fat exposed ass was being hammered with constant harsh slaps. Custard was filming the whole thing that was currently happening on her phone, zooming in on Rhubarb's pinkening butt. "#NaughtyMama!" Custard shouted. The spanking continued on and on for a good few 10 minutes, a crowd as big as the amount of flesh Rhubarb has on her now glowing red butt was watching her get spanked. "Annnnddddd stage three....isssss....."Both Jenny and Custard started, the former grasping Rhubarb's sore butt firmly to indicate Rhubarb would finish the sentence. "Th-They....They...get put in protective underwear for at least two days straight....." Rhubarb knew this stage very well as sometimes stage 2 gets skipped but never would 3. "Now let's get you protected!~" Jenny said in a teasing way as she lifted Rhubarb so she was sat on her lap, the punished milf covering her crotch and pussy with her now free arms. Custard got a pull-up out from the packet and opened it up, sliding it up Rhubarb's extended legs. "Cu-Custard! Stop it at once!" Rhubarb protested, however it didn't do very much to stop the girl. As the pull-up went up her legs, Jenny lifted Rhubarb off her lap so the diaper could "cover" Rhubarb's red behind, however really only the crack and 40% of her ass got covered with so much red spank marks noticeable. "Bye! Bye! Everyone!" Jenny announced grabbing all of their stuff. Custard took Rhubarb's hand and started heading to the exit, with Jenny following behind. "She'll be back here tomorrow!" Custard's comment causes the crowd to laugh. --Quite a lot of hours later, at dark-- Rhubarb layed in bed with her pull-up and a pajama shirt on her, while also holding a baby bottle given to her by Jenny. "Now, Now! Don't make a fuss! Your coffee is in a safe cup for you to avoid any more wet accidents!" Jenny said in a tease as Rhubarb finished drinking her coffee and putit to the side. "I'm going to rewrite the rules to omit me from this ince it's..... it's...over.....Zzzzzzzz" Rhubarb had fallen asleep just as she finished her sentence, Jenny turned off the lights and left the room to meet with Custard. "JenJen! Did you out the laxatives and sleeping pills in?" She asked her older sister. "Of course I did, now let's get som sleep so we can deal with her more easily tomorrow!" Later and night due to both the things spiked into her drink earlier, Rhubarb was fast asleep but was having a bit of a nightmare! Nobody knew what it was about, but it clearly made her wet her pull-up....and then it must have gotten even scarier as several big lumps started to form at the back of the pull-up. TO BE CONTINUED!

Its a long post, I know, but it’s worth the read, I promise. One of my wife’s new years resolutions has been to lose a little weight, and slowly but surely, it’s been successful. She is down a pant size or two, so her old pants are falling off her a bit. Shes been wearing a belt more often because of this and has had to buckle it tighter. Keep that in mind, that came back to bite her in the ass later. As a celebration we went to dinner and a movie and just got whatever we wanted, basically a cheat day. She had a margarita at dinner, but she used that bathroom before hand so I didn’t think it would be an issue, or so I thought. We got popcorn and soda at the theater too. About a third of the way into the movie, I noticed her moving oddly. The kind of movement where you really have to pee and you’re trying to hide it. I didn’t bring it up and tried to concentrate on the movie, but since that moment, I kept looking over at her every few seconds out of curiosity. Near the end of the movie, she had both her hands in her crotch and was leaning forward on edge of her seat while crossing her legs. “I told you you shouldn’t have gotten soda.” I whispered. “I know! I just haven’t had soda in a while, so I wanted to reward myself.” “By peeing your pants in public?” “Shut up, I’m not gonna pee my pants, I can hold it!” This went on for like a minute longer before we finally shut up and focused on the movie. She kept leaning forward 90% of the time. It seemed as if every time she tried to lean back, the pressure on her bladder would be too great and she would need to lean back forward. She tried to loosen her belt whenever she leaned back, but since she could only do it for a few seconds, that wasnt enough time for her to try to loosen her tight belt. Her bladder was definitely bulging at this point. When the movie finished, she immediately bolted towards the exit and made a beeline to the bathroom. The line for the ladies was out the door, but for a movie theater after a movie just ended, that is pretty standard. The line was actually one of the shorter post-movie lines I’ve seen, but still longer than a typical mens room line post-movie. Anyway, I saw her furiously potty dancing, which turned me on so much, I was worried my boner was going to show. She went into the ladies and I lost sight of her. Maybe 15 minutes later, she came out, hoodie tied around her waist, face extremely red. We all know what that means. She quickly walked towards the exit and waved me over, but I stood there instead. She turned around after a couple seconds when she realized I wasn’t following and waved me over in an urgent way. She was so embarrassed by whatever had happened that she was itching to get out asap. She was blushing super hard on the car ride home, insisting that she didn’t want to talk about it, but she told me what happened when we got home. When we got home, she finally took off her hoodie and revealed her soaked jeans. I wasn’t surprised at all, but seeing it in all its glory really excited me. Then, she finally explained the whole story. She first tried to pee back at the restaurant, but the place we went to was small, so there was really only two stalls and a sink. She waited for a couple minutes but got impatient and left because she didn’t want us to be late to the movie. Her need to pee wasn’t really there all that much when we arrived at the theater, so she’s got her drinks and sat, but during the movie, the urge came on, and got worse and worse as the movie went on. Then events transpired as I stated. When she got into the ladies room. She kept on furiously potty dancing and got sone weird looks. She was spurting well before reaching the toilet. By the time she was next in line, she had a very noticeable and decently sized wet spot showing on the back and front of her jeans, basically broadcasting to everyone in the ladies room that she was peeing her pants. She lost control just as she got into the stall and locked the door. She managed to stop the flow momentarily to try and unbuckle her belt, but since she was leaning forward and the belt was really tight, she couldn’t get it undone in time. She tried to lean back, and that’s when her muscles finally gave out. She struggled for a few seconds before giving up and sitting on the toilet, peeing straight through her jeans. When she finished, she finally got her pants down and inspected the damage, cleaned up the best she could, wrapped the hoodie around her waist, washed her hands and left. Obviously having any accident is pretty mortifying, but like all accidents my wife has had, she was in good spirits after getting over the initial shock. I teased her relentlessly for it, as per usual. Since we got home late and everyone was asleep, we both drank a couple beers and I got to see her desperate again. I got to see her struggle to undo her belt again, but this time she made it and breathed a huge sigh of relief. After that, we did, uh, “cardio,” showered, and went to sleep. The next morning, she woke up desperate from her weakened bladder from the night before, so I got to tease her again before I let her pee.

I've never posted any of them before, but I've actually written a bunch of short Omo stories, and one very, very long Omo story that has taken me years and that I hope to one day release. It's 12 chapters so far, probably 2/3rds done, with a detailed world and character development and all that, and it's very important to me. This is none of those stories. I wrote this in about 2 hours. I did not worry about character development or concern myself with writing a unique story. What happened is basically, after @KimAustad's request for hypnosis stories, I ended up writing a scenario for her, and then found that I had some lingering 'hypnosis on the brain' that I needed to unload. So, to try something different, I wrote this, proofread it once, and I'm posting it here before I can stop myself. This is chapter 1 of however many chapters i feel like writing about this character. Maybe it's the only one. Have fun. The boy leaned in close to the fire for emphasis, letting the flames cast what he imagined was an eerie light over his face. When he continued speaking, it was the same grandiose, conspiratorial murmur that he had been putting on for the last ten minutes. “You know, the government already has the cure for cancer, they just won’t share it because it doesn’t make enough money.” Claire rolled her eyes. Whatever opinions she might hold about the dubious morals of late stage capitalism, she hardly found it likely that the cure for cancer was languishing for lack of a monetary incentive. “You really think so?” asked her friend Amanda excitedly. Claire winced. Amanda was a lot less discerning than her, prone to believing almost whatever nonsense someone suggested to her, as long as they said it with conviction. “Absolutely,” the boy nodded fervently. “They figured this shit out in the 1950s, with sound wave therapy and that kind of thing. But if it won’t sell, they won’t let doctors prescribe it.” Sighing, Claire pulled out her phone, and started browsing idly through social media. She enjoyed going out to parties as much as the next person, but when it came to these tedious conspiracy theories, she couldn't help but get exasperated. How were people this stupid, even now, in the 21st century, when anyone with a brain could look things up on the internet and determine whether they had even a shred of real evidence to support them? Maybe it was narcissism, or maybe it was just true idiocy that allowed people to talk themselves into this garbage, and not stop to question why no one intelligent agreed with them. Claire had been raised to question things that have no evidence, like conspiracy theories, and religion, and believe in the things that did, like science and technology. She also believed in structured, empirical debate - the cornerstone of the career in law she dreamed of one day pursuing - and so had no patience for the free-form rambling of stoned college sophomores. “…And then, when doctors get too close to finding the truth, the government sends hypnotists to make them forget what they’ve learned!” Claire couldn’t take it. She had to say something. “Seriously? Hypnosis? Are you hearing yourself right now?” she asked incredulously. Some of the people around the fire chuckled. Apparently, hypnosis was a bridge too far for a number of them too. The conspiracy boy was unfazed. “Of course. Hypnosis is real. Haven’t you ever seen the videos?” Claire snorted. “I’ve seen videos of charlatans with eager volunteers who want hypnosis to be real, yea. Anyone will pretend they’re a bird if you get them up on a stage and pump them up a bit.” Her opponent was gearing up for a response, but before he could say anything, a new voice spoke up. “Well… That’s not real hypnosis, but hypnosis IS real...” A small, dark haired boy with gloomy eyes was sitting near the back of the circle, looking almost surprised to hear his own voice. Claire recognized him from some of her classes, but she didn't know his name. She turned to him instead. “What does real hypnosis look like then? Because I’ve never seen it.” The boy looked off to the side nervously, but he stuck to his story. “It’s complicated… I’m not going to tell… these people… but I could show you… if you want.” Even in the dark, Claire could definitely see him blushing. Was this just his fairly sad attempt to get her alone to talk to him? She supposed he was kind of cute, in a nerdy way, but not someone she had ever had any interest in talking to. His face was always buried in a laptop, and she doubted he had much experience talking to girls. “What’s so complicated about it?” she asked him bluntly. “Why can’t you just show everyone?” The people around the fire looked at him expectantly, and he looked at his feet uncomfortably. “It needs to be one on one… If there’s too many people, it won’t work,” he explained, quietly. Claire cringed. “I’m not going to go do ‘one on one’ hypnosis with you, sorry. You realize how creepy that sounds, right?” The boy stared at the ground, looking chastised. But just when it looked like that might be the end of it, Amanda piped up. “I could come with you!” she yelled excitedly. “Then it won’t be so awkward!” An enthusiastic smile was beaming from underneath her button nose. Claire just groaned. Unsurprisingly, Amanda didn’t seem to know the definition of ‘one on one.” Apparently, it wasn’t that important though, because the boy perked up. “Actually, that might work… You could at least come and witness it… I have to get my laptop out of the car though…” Claire couldn’t believe it. Was she really getting roped into this? She could see Amanda brimming with excitement, and knew she was stuck. Once Amanda got this worked up about something, she always made it happen. Sighing, Claire stood up from the circle. “I’m going inside then, I’ll meet you there.” And so, after a few minutes, Claire, Amanda, and the black haired boy found themselves holed up in a small, dark guest bedroom, barely large enough for the three of them, ready to experiment with “real hypnosis.” The boy, who’s name, it turned out, was Collin, fumbled with his laptop, while Claire sighed with boredom. The decor in the bedroom was tasteless and moldy, with blankets that had probably been passed down for several generations, and a forgotten portrait of some catholic saint or another adorning the peeling wallpaper. It would have been unbearably awkward if not for Amanda’s clueless exuberance. “This is so exciting! My cousin was hypnotized once. A magician had her come up on stage, and he swung a pendant and counted down from 10, and then she said she couldn’t remember. But apparently she danced a perfect salsa in front of everyone!” “Amanda,” groaned Claire, her head in her hands. “Even Collin already said that that’s not real hypnosis. Your cousin was just really into the magic show.” “But she didn’t know how to dance salsa, and then she did!” To Claire’s relief, Collin interrupted before this debate could really get going. “Ok… sorry it took so long, I had to log in to my VPN and get Tor set up… But it’s ready now.” Over his shoulder, Claire could see a forum page that looked straight out of 2006, almost illegibly formatted with dark text over dark backgrounds. An image of something vaguely spiral shaped was opened up in one corner. She was starting to get an idea of what was going on now. Collin must have gone down some deep web rabbit hole, and ended up convincing himself that THIS was the true hypnosis, and now he was going to try it on her. There was a brief silence. “So… Are you going to hypnotize me or what?” “What should be the goal for the hypnosis?” asked Collin. “I don’t know,” grumbled Claire, “can’t you just make me think I’m a cow or something? Get some good moos, and Amanda can take a cellphone video, and we can get on with our lives?” Collin shook his head. “No… no, it’s much harder to get people to actively DO things… with real hypnosis, it’s easier to get people NOT to do things, if that makes any sense.” Amanda was hanging on to every word, but Claire was nonplussed. “No, not really. Have you actually done this on anyone, anyway?” “Only my sister…” “And what did you make her do - er, not do?” Collin smirked. “I got her to stop being so mean to me. She doesn’t even remember being hypnotized. Basically, I just had her forget how much she hates me, and she stopped being such a bitch.” Unbelievable, thought Claire. Absolutely insane. Collin’s ‘proof’ that hypnosis works was that his sister was being nicer to him? She would have been nicer to her brother too, if she had one, and he was so desperate for attention that he was resorting to hypnosis. Still, she decided not to say anything, and just get this over with. Besides, Amanda had clearly not had the same reaction, because she was staring with rapt attention, eyes wide underneath her strawberry blonde curls, knees bouncing up and down like crazy. “Amanda. Amanda! Can you stop fidgeting like that, you’re shaking the bed.” “Sorry,” said Amanda. “You know me, I get excited and I can’t sit still!” “Well, control yourself. How am I supposed to be hypnotized if I’m experiencing a localized earthquake?” “Sorry,” said Amanda again. She crossed her legs tightly. Claire groaned. “Do we need to stop while you go pee?” Amanda blushed. “I can wait. You don’t need to ask me that all the time, you know.” “Oh please. I’ve known you your whole life, I know the signs.” Collin looked on with raised eyebrows, looking somewhat flabbergasted. Claire figured that this conversation was probably not what he imagined banter between college girls to center around, but Amanda was a special case. Claire supposed she should stop embarrassing her friend, but then again, it was Amanda’s idea to even be here, and when she thought about that her sympathy vanished. She turned to Collin. “She’s always been like this Collin, she gets distracted, and then she gets stubborn and then, well, I’ll let you guess what happens next.” Amanda looked at her furiously. “Shut up. It’s not my fault I have a small bladder.” Claire smirked. “You’re also 20. When are you planning to finish potty training, age 30?” “Shut UP!” “Ok,” Collin said nervously, “you two have some things to work out… but we’re supposed to be figuring out a prompt for hypnosis.” “Why don’t you hypnotize Amanda instead, and try to help her remember to go to the bathroom more often,” Claire said, with an evil grin. The whole thing was so stupid at this point, she couldn’t even pretend to take it seriously. “You heard what he said, he can’t make people do things they don’t know how to do.” Amanda interjected angrily. She turned to Collin. “I know, can you make it so that Claire always forgets to go to the bathroom when she has to pee? Then maybe she'll have some sympathy.” Claire burst out laughing, but Collin frowned. “I don’t think that’s a good idea… that could really be a problem for her…” “No, it’s perfect,” giggled Claire. “I bet even hypnotized I’d have better bladder control than Amanda.” Collin looked hesitant, but Amanda had fire in her eyes now. “Bet. Well, you heard her. Do it! Or are you scared it won’t work?” Even though his biggest supporter was now turning on him, Collin tried once more to inject a note of caution. “It’s a funny idea, but… I don’t want to do anything mean… if she starts having accidents, it will be a real problem, and I don’t want to be responsible for that.” “It’s not going to be a problem,” Claire snorted, “because hypnosis is fake. So go ahead, show me your spiral jpeg or whatever and let me out of this dusty room.” Whether it was because of Claire’s repeated disparaging of hypnosis, or Amanda’s badgering, Collin finally relented. “Alright, everyone calm down. We need to create a soothing, peaceful environment, or it won’t work. Claire, try to stop laughing, Amanda, try to stop fidgeting.” It seemed that now that it was finally time for the hypnosis, Collin was finding his confidence. He indicated to Claire that she should lie down in bed, and told Amanda to go stand in the corner. Once the girls had done as they were told, he placed the laptop down next to Claire’s face, with the spiral graphic blown up to fill the screen. “Ok. Make yourself comfortable. I want you to take deep breaths, long and slow, and keep doing it until you feel your heart rate dropping. In the meantime, work on emptying your mind. We are going to enter your subconscious, and rearrange it.” Claire did as she was told. Even though she didn’t believe in hypnosis, intellectual rigor demanded that she give it the fairest attempt possible. “Good, Claire, good.” Collin leaned over, and pressed something on the laptop. The spiral image, which had previously been stationary and kind of stupid looking, started to oscillate, waving and shimmering in and out. It didn’t even look much like a spiral anymore - the colors were changing too, and Claire couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Somewhere, she could hear Collin’s voice droning on, but she didn’t know what he was saying. After an unknown amount of time, he came back into focus, and the tone of his voice had changed. “You are staring down a long, dark hallway. There are doors all the way down, but we are not going to open them yet. When I say so, you can begin walking, one foot in front of the other. We are going to make our way deeper into the recesses of your mind. You don’t need to be afraid. Are you ready? Good. Let’s go.” The bedroom was gone. Amanda seemed to have disappeared. All that Claire could see was a long hallway in front of her, and there was nothing to do but begin to make her way down it. “You’re doing great Claire. We’re getting very deep now. Let’s open up the door on your right and take a look. Are you ready? Good.” Claire opened the door, and strode serenely inside. The room was infinite in size and complexity. Tall, black boxes with innumerable wires going in and out of them stretched beyond the horizon, with flashing lights occasionally blinking on their faces. She wandered over to one of them, inspecting it curiously. Then, without thinking, she grabbed one of the cables hanging down, and ripped it out. “Well done, Claire. That was very good. You’ve removed one of the connections between your brain, your bladder, and your higher reasoning skills. We’re going to be here a while, because there are a lot of these, and we need to find all of them. Do you think you can do that?” Claire nodded enthusiastically. “Very good Claire… Very good.” Claire’s body lay motionless on the stiff mattress for a long time, while the Claire inside her head wandered around, slowly deprogramming the inner workings of her mind. By the time she was done, and the bedroom started to come back into focus, Claire had no idea how much time had passed. Amanda was still standing in the corner, chewing on her fingernails, eyes as wide as dinner plates, and the spiral image on the laptop was just a spiral again. Claire blinked, trying to shake the cobwebs out of her eyes. A sliver of drool had wet the pillow beneath her, and she wiped her chin off quickly, embarrassed. No one seemed to know what to say. “Did it work?” asked Amanda, finally. Claire looked at Collin, who shrugged. “We won’t know if it worked right away. She needs to get a full night’s sleep and let her brain process the rewiring.” Amanda looked a little deflated, but Claire felt her confidence start to come back. It seemed that Collin knew how to run a good meditation, because she had really been out of it for a moment there. But now, when asked for real results, he was stalling for time. Claire, still feeling relaxed from the trance, decided not to be mean. “I guess we’ll just have to see,” she said patiently. “Thanks for trying, it was… different, if nothing else.” With nothing else to do, the trio exited the bedroom. Amanda made a beeline for the bathroom, while Claire waited outside. She didn’t really need to go herself, not like Amanda, who she figured would probably have peed her pants if the hypnosis kept going much longer. Instead, she grabbed a glass of water. She’d had a little vodka earlier, not much, but she didn’t want any kind of a hangover. The party was winding down, and once Amanda was done, the two of them started heading back to their dorm. “So did you get hypnotized?” asked Amanda eagerly, now that Collin was gone. “I don’t know,” said Claire, truthfully. “Probably not, because hypnosis is fake. But it was pretty relaxing.” “You were totally out of it,” said Amanda breathlessly. “Like, you were barely breathing even. You didn’t move like forever.” “I guess,” Claire admitted. “But that’s not hypnosis necessarily. I mean, I never said meditation wasn’t real.” “You don’t know if it was hypnosis or not,” Amanda chastised her. “Collin said we wouldn’t know until tomorrow.” “Right,” Claire laughed. “Well, I’m going to bed. I can at least get a good night’s sleep out of this while I’m still all hypnotized or whatever. Maybe Collin should try working with insomniacs, I’m exhausted.” “Wait, Claire,” Amanda stopped her, biting her lip, a look of concern on her face. “Yea?” “Do you think… maybe… should you get some diapers before class tomorrow? You know, in case the hypnosis worked.” Claire looked at her in disbelief. “Amanda. Seriously. Listen to yourself. I’m not going to need diapers. Where would I get diapers anyway? It’s the middle of the night.” “Oh.. yea… Well, you should set an alarm to remind yourself to go to the bathroom at least.” Claire opened her mouth to argue, then stopped. There was no helping some people. “Sure Amanda, good idea. I’ll do that.” She was definitely not going to do that. The two girls said goodnight, and Claire was asleep before she hit the pillow. The next morning was Monday, and Claire’s first class, The Physics of Sound, was bright and early at 8:30. It seemed that the effects of the hypnosis had lingered, because Claire’s good night’s sleep had been a little too good. By the time she woke up, she was running uncharacteristically late. Speeding around her dorm, she collected her books, threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, ran a comb through her straight brown hair and hopped on her bike. She figured she had just enough time to swing by the cafeteria for a cup of coffee, plus one to go. But she was not quite right about that, and by the time she walked into the lecture hall, class had already started. Her professor glared at her disapprovingly and she performed the walk of shame over to her seat. “Well, now that even the less punctual among us have decided to grace us with their presence,” he griped sarcastically, “we can hopefully discuss the properties of sound waves without any more distractions.” Claire blushed. Her professor was being melodramatic, but she prided herself on being punctual and organized, so his words still stung. Stupid hypnosis, she thought. It seemed like the only thing it had accomplished was the minor annoyance of putting her behind the 8-ball to start her Monday. As the lecture got going, Claire forgot completely about hypnosis, lateness, or anything else, and focused on sipping coffee and taking notes. The class wasn’t something for her major, but it was an engaging enough topic, and Claire always took her studies seriously. Her mind was totally consumed with sine waves, and the velocity of sound through different mediums, and the frequencies of different overtones. The only thing that was odd was that she was unusually fidgety for some reason - maybe that second cup of coffee had been a bit too much, and the caffeine was hitting harder than usual. She’d been so groggy from oversleeping, and eager to shake herself out of the funk, but now she was crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing up and down, playing with her hair… She was reminding herself of Amanda. She even caught a few people glancing in her direction. Frustrated, she straightened herself out, took a deep breath, and focused back on the lecture. After class, she could get some water, and have some food, and that would probably dilute the unruly concentration of caffeine. Plus she could take a walk and just try to burn off some of this energy. It was a little past the halfway point in class when something happened that, in retrospect, made the fidgeting make a lot more sense. Claire didn’t really know what she was feeling at first. It seemed to be getting very warm between her legs, starting from her underwear, quickly enveloping her butt, and then surging along the bottoms of her thighs. Had she spilled her coffee? No, the coffee was still on her desk, and it was empty anyway. She looked down, staring in puzzled disbelief at the stain actively spreading across her lap. The hot liquid was running down her calves now. A trickling sound was coming from below her, as the liquid overflowed the bench and splashed onto the floor, drawing the eyes of classmates nearby. One of them covered her mouth in shock. Only then did it dawn on Claire what was happening. If there was a playbook for how to react to suddenly discovering that you’re wetting yourself in class, Claire had never studied it. She let out a loud, involuntary yelp of surprise, drawing even more eyes, and grabbed herself fiercely between her thighs, clenching at the soaked denim with desperation and causing the stain to grow even larger around her hand. It was both ineffective and far too late. There was no stopping her bladder until it was empty. Still actively peeing her pants, Claire flung her books into her bag in one motion and just ran for it, a dripping, headlong dash for freedom, ears ringing and cheeks blazing. She didn’t stop until she had reached the bathroom, where she flung herself down on the toilet, ripped off her pants, and… nothing, really. It was all over. She hadn’t even been close. Claire was too shocked to cry right then. She wiped herself automatically, flushed the toilet, and pulled her pants back up. Her jeans were so thoroughly soaked that at first, the drips down her legs made her think that she had started peeing again. There was no point in trying to dry herself off, or wasting any more time in this bathroom. With her brain in crisis mode, Claire quickly realized that the best she could do was head back to her dorm as quickly as possible, before the first block of classes ended, and even more people saw her. Tying her sweatshirt around her waist, she scurried outside to her bike, leaving wet footprints along the way, and slung her saturated legs up over the seat. As she pedaled, her mind was blank, too traumatized to properly consider what had happened. More students pointed and whispered as she passed, on the street, and then in the hallway to her dorm. But it was all a blur. Reaching her room and slamming the door behind her, she peeled her jeans off like clingwrap, toweled off her legs, pulled on a pair of pajamas, flung herself into bed, and finally allowed herself to cry.

Note: This story is heavily based on Lauren's Game by @Tinkletown and the images are taken from the game as well. Hope you all enjoy it. Prologue: Peggy was an 18 year old high school girl. She had a very simple lifestyle and her only focus was on her studies. She was an excellent student and was always the topper of the class. Because of her simplicity and nerdiness nobody wanted to be friends with her and would only talk to her for favors of completing their assignments. She only had one friend, Amanda. They both knew each others since 3rd grade. It was a normal day apart from the fact that the temperature was almost 38 degree Celsius. It was absolutely boiling out there. Everything was normal until 4th period. The 4th period was games period. As soon as the bell rang all of the students left their seats and started moving towards the gymnasium. The girls and boys went to their respective locker rooms for changing their clothes. After they had changed, they did a little warm-up and then started playing basketball. This continued for the next 45 minutes. Everybody was exhausted from the intense workout. Peggy was only able to score 4 points and her team lost by a margin of 14 points. She was very thirsty. Her thirst had risen from a quiet background song to dance-rave loud. After changing she immediately went towards the water dispenser and drank a huge amount of liquid to quench her thirst. The bell had rung and the recess had started. She took her lunch box and went to the cafeteria along with Amanda. The duo sat at their favorite spot and started chatting. They both opened their lunch boxes. Peggy had brought her usual peanut-butter sandwich and Amanda had brought tacos. They started eating the food. Amanda offered Peggy a taco. Peggy took a bite of the taco. It was too hot for Peggy's liking. She somehow swallowed the bolus of the taco. Her mouth turned into a tomato. She started coughing badly. Amanda quickly gave her water bottle. She chugged a few sips but it was not working. After drinking almost half of the bottle she calmed down. The recess was finally over. Peggy and Amanda went back to their class. The class went on for like 20 minutes and Peggy was feeling a bit uncomfortable. She felt a tingle in her bladder. All that liquid that she drank earlier was starting to show its effect. The Story (narrated from the perspective of Peggy) It was becoming difficult for me to concentrate on the lecture and every passing second on the clock seemed like an hour. I should have went to the toilet before the class, I thought to myself. I was in a terrible situation. I cannot use my hand to hold my crotch without getting the attention from the teacher miss Patrick. A little longer into the class it became almost impossible for me to hold my urges. I rose my hand and asked miss Patrick "Miss may I please use the restroom?" To which she responded "Peggy you know the rules, I am afraid that I cannot allow you the leave the class." I gave a whimper after hearing her statement. The pressure inside my bladder was becoming unbearable. I started squirming in my seat which was noticed by all of the students sitting near me. Soon the entire class started whispering about my situation. I was clenching as hard as I could just to avoid making a mess. The arms of the clock were moving like a snail. Eventually it became almost impossible to hold it in and I leaked a bit. I somehow with all my might was able to cut off the flow. Luckily the damage was not visible. I again raised my hand and asked with my cracking voice "Miss Patrick I really need to use the restroom, It is an emer......." Before I was able to complete my sentence another wave of desperation hit me and a spurt of pee escaped. This time I was literally helpless to cut off the flow of pee. The flood gates opened. My bladder literally bursted. My worst nightmare was becoming a reality in front of my eyes. I was peeing myself at the age of 18 like a toddler while the whole class stared at me. I peed for almost 20 seconds. A huge puddle was formed below my chair. I was brought to tears by my inability to hold my urine inside. I was weeping with my head down on the bench while my classmates watched my embarrassment. Some were in complete shock, some were laughing and some were gossiping about me. "This type of behavior is unacceptable in my class Peggy. Clean up your mess and go to the nurse's room immediately." Miss Patrick yelled at me. I somehow was able to clean up some amount of the puddle with my handkerchief. I was trembling badly. I was just not able to walk properly as I was in a state of shock. Amanda grabbed me and helped me clean up my puddle and she took me to the nurse's office. While walking through the corridor everyone was staring at my wet skirt and it was obvious that they knew that I had wet myself. Amanda still consoled in every way she could but I was not able to get myself together. When we reached the nurse's office, I was not able to speak for myself and explain my situation. Amanda explained the nurse about my accident. She was very sympathetic towards me and helped me take off my wet clothes and get changed into new ones. It was unfortunate that she didn't had a pair of underwear and the skirt which she gave me was a bit short. I felt almost exposed wearing that skirt but that was the best alternative. I returned back to the class with Amanda. My head was down in shame and I was not able to make eye contact with anyone. When I sat down, I was sure that people who were sitting behind me had a clear view of my bare bottom. I sat down on the chair which was still a little bit wet but I had no choice. It was uncomfortable to sit on that cold and wet chair. When the class was nearing its end I felt the same tingling sensation in my bladder. It looked like I had not completely urinated out the content. There was still some pee left within my bladder. I wanted to ask to use the toilet but I was not able to gather the courage to even raise my hand. It was inevitable that I would leak again. My only savior was the period bell. I began squirming in my chair again. I was only praying that somehow this nightmare would end and I could use the toilet. I guess that today was not my day. Everything that could go wrong was happening with me. I leaked again. I was able to cut off the flow again. Luckily my skirt was saved from the damage and the pee didn't hit the floor. The bell rang. I eagerly waited for the teacher to leave the class. As soon as she left, I quickly got up and made a wild dash towards the restroom. I leaked again in the classroom and with no panties to protect me this time, the pee directly fell on the floor. My classmates were able to make out that I was having an accident again. I didn't care to listen to any comments. My only priority was to reach the toilet without leaking any further. I was running in the corridor holding my crotch like a wild horse. I managed to enter the restroom without any further damage. I used the toilet and made sure that I released everything this time. I returned back to the class. Everyone was still gossiping about my accident and passing comments. In a single day I became the talk of the entire school. The entire day I didn't talked to anybody. When the final bell rang, I was not in the condition make eye contact with anybody, even with Amanda. When I got back home, I hugged my mom and again bursted into tears. She was shocked and confused about my sudden outburst. I explained her the whole scenario while weeping and sobbing. She consoled and made me calm down. For the next few days I didn't went to school and my mom also understood that I needed time to recover from this tragic accident. Amanda came home frequently to give me the notes and cheer me up. Finally I made up my mind to go to school. I was a bit scared to face my classmates. I was fearing that they would definitely pass mean comments about me. I went to the nurse's office to return the skirt which she gave to me. Then I slowly moved towards my classroom. Opposite to my expectations, everyone behaved as if nothing had happened. Everything was going well until recess. I went outside with miss Jefferson to ask some doubts about the lectures that I had missed. When I returned to my seat I saw an adult diaper there. 'The Squad' was there laughing out loud. Their laugh almost felt satanic to me. 'The Squad' I think every school has a group of girls/bitches who think they own the place. My situation was hardly any different. 'The Squad' had 4 members 1. Emily: The richest girl in class 2. Charlotte: The hottest girl in class 3. Ava: School basketball team captain 4. Sophia: The Head cheerleader These bitches can make anyone's life a living hell. Seeing the diaper on my seat, tears were brought to my eyes. I literally felt disgusted for existing. I ran away from the class with my watery eyes choking on my sobs. "Peggy! wait" Amanda tried to stop me but I was too carried away by my emotions. I ignored her call and ran away into the parking lobby where nobody was there at that point of time. I sat on a bench nearby and started crying out loud. TO BE CONTINUED So that wraps up Part 1 of the story. Hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to share your views about the story and suggestions to help me improve. I am open to constructive criticism. Thank you

https://m.vk.com/video231881779_169375627?list=e99d9916fd50ae0150 She gets caught wetting and gives a blowjob, one of my favorites, can anyone make it a file? Does anyone know who she is or if there is more videos?

Hey guys I am back or I should say that we are back with another story. This is a collaborative work by me and @btkdaku . Let's see how this one goes. Hope you will enjoy reading it. Chapter-01 "Hurry up Amina we are getting late for the airport." Areeba said to Amina while honking the horn of her car. Her daughter Neha was already sitting in the middle row of the SUV playing with the phone of her mother. "Coming in a minute." Amina replied from inside. After a while there was no sign of Amina so Areeba started honking the horn again. Amina again responded "I am coming Baji." The three ladies Areeba, Amina and Neha were going to the airport to pick up Mariam, the niece of Areeba and Amina and from there to the hill station of Murree for a vacation. Areeba was 36 years old with a fair complexion and a decent height of 5'09''. Seeing her it can't be said that she was that old. She had maintained her body very well. She always wore traditional salwar kameez. Amina was 27 years old and quite attractive at that. She was almost 6 feet tall. She had long hair that fell to her lower back, and she had a stunning hourglass figure. Amina was sexy and she knew it too. She always wore clothes that stuck close to her body and were tight. She wore a black Kameez with a low neckline that was especially tight around her bust and her waist. Neha was 16 years old and had all the traits of her mother. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a flowery cotton shirt with flower patterns on it. Eventually Amina came outside carrying a basket full of water bottles, juices, cold drinks and snacks for the road trip. She sat in the car and they were good to go. "I am so excited." said Areeba. To which Amina responded "Me too, last time we saw her she was in her nappies." They continued talking about Mariam's childhood till they reached the airport. Areeba stayed in the car while Amina and Neha went to terminal 2 where Mariam was supposed to be after the flight had landed. When the went there the flight had already landed and passengers had started to come out. Then came out Mariam a beautiful, tall grown up girl with complexion as fair as milk. She was wearing a white tank top with denim shorts and a pair of leather boots. "Look chachi it's Mariam didi." Neha shouted when she saw Mariam. "Yes I can see." They immediately recognized each other and Mariam greeted Amina and Neha in her American accent. Her parents settled in Chicago before she was born. Last time she visited Pakistan was when she was only 2 years old. It's been 20 years since then. They went towards the car where Areeba was waiting to meet her niece. Areeba was so excited to see Mariam that she ran towards Mariam and hugged her almost choking the poor girl. Then she started pulling her cheeks and said "my little princess is looking so pretty." Mariam gave a little smile as a thanking gesture with a little blush on her face. Everybody likes compliments and she was not any different. They all settled down and Areeba drove away the from the airport. Not too far away from the airport, Areeba stopped her car near a fancy restaurant and turned around and said "Mariam you have been in the flight for so long, you must be hungry. Let's eat something first and then we can continue our journey." Mariam nodded. They went inside the restaurant and ordered some 'kadhai chicken' with garlic naan and some soft drinks. Soon the order was placed on their table and began eating it. The chicken was too spicy for Mariam and Neha so they were consuming a crazy amount of soft drinks with it. Seeing Neha drinking her 4th glass of cola, Amina spoke up "Neha beta, you have a long drive ahead of you. You shouldn’t drink that much." She blushed a little as she said "don’t say that in front of everyone. I am 16 years old now. I am not some little kid." Amina laughed at her little outburst and patted her head. "Don't you remember what happened last time?" She chuckled. Neha was blushing furiously and was trying to cover her face. She had nothing to say about it. Mariam was curious to know what was her chachi talking about. She asked, "what happened chachi, tell me." "Well....." Before Amina could speak she was cut off by Neha immediately and Mariam was left with nothing but speculation. When they had finished and paid the bill, Areeba said to Neha and Mariam "beta you should go susu (pee) before getting into the car." Neha was too stubborn and wanted to prove that she is a grown up and can control her urges. Mariam didn't had to go at that time she was not taking any chances so she went to the toilet. It was an Indian-style toilet with very little space to move around. Mariam had never used such toilet before so she avoided using it and returned back. They again set off for their destination. They all listened to music and played road trip games as they made their way to their destination. By the time they had managed to leave the city and were heading towards the hilly road leading to Murree. They were already a little behind schedule because of all the traffic that they had faced while still inside the city. Now, by this time Mariam had started feeling the effects of all the liquids she had consumed during the day. All that liquid had made its way through her system and was now filtering steadily into her kidneys. Luckily she saw a rest area. She was hopeful that they would stop there and she would have that opportunity to go visit the restroom. Her need to pee grew steadily as they approached the entry point of the rest area and by the time they were almost there she was seriously bursting. But to her surprise, her aunt made no move to slow down the car and they sped past the rest areas and through the toll booth. She didn’t know what to do. She had been banking on that rest area stop and now that they weren’t stopping there she seriously felt that she had made a mistake. What could she even do? She was 22 years old. The sun had started to go down by now, so maybe she could get away with just peeing on the side of the road. But the thought of asking her aunt to pull over for something like that was too embarrassing to even think about. However, to her pleasant surprise, Neha spoke up before she had a chance to say anything. "Ammi, why aren’t we stopping at the rest area?” Neha was also looking uncomfortable. Mariam could tell that she was desperate for a pee because of how she sat with her legs crossed over one another. Her long shirt covered her crotch and Mariam could tell that her hand was disappearing somewhere underneath that shirt to help hold her crotch. She was also rubbing her thighs against each other as she bit her lip and looked expectantly at her mother. “We’re already late as in, Beta.” Aunt Areeba replied. “These roads aren’t that safe during night time.” “Oh, you mean we aren’t stopping until we get to the hotel?” Neha was seriously worried too. After all, she had also had the soft drinks. “Do we need to?” Aunt Areeba asked, her eyes focused on the road. “Well, it’s just…” Neha trailed off. Mariam could see even in the dying sunlight that her cheeks were flushed slightly red. Maybe she was hesitant to speak up because Mariam was there. But Aunt Amina finished her sentence for her. She looked back at the worried Neha and gave her a comforting smile before turning back to Aunt Areeba. “I think I know the problem, baaji,” she said to Aunt Areeba. “I think little Miss Neha needs to go potty.” She chuckled lightly as she said this, and Neha blushed even redder. “Is that true Neha?” Aunt Areeba looked at her daughter in the rearview mirror. Neha nodded her blushing face as a way of answer. “Tsk tsk tsk,” Aunt Areeba tutted. “This is why I told you to go to the bathroom before we left. Now is it number 1 or number 2?” Neha was embarrassed even more by this question by her mother. I could see it in how red her cheeks flushed. “Susu aayi hai,” she replied. ( I need to go pee.) Her mother shook her head in disappointment again. “Can you hold it until we get to the hotel?” Aunt Areeba asked her daughter. Neha seemed to consider this, but even as she was thinking her hand burrowed itself even deeper into her crotch. “Pata nahi. Bohat zor ki aa rhi hai.” ( I don’t know. The pressure is really high). “Ok beta.” Aunt Areeba started going a little faster after she realized the intensity of her teenage daughter’s need. “I’ll see if I can find a place to stop.” This is good. Mariam thought to herself. In this way she could go along with Neha and relieve herself. Or so she thought. As the minutes ticked by her need grew at an alarming rate. It seemed like all the liquid in her body had made its way to her bladder which was now very very full. First, she crossed my legs over one another, and then a few minutes later she started holding herself as she squirmed in her seat. “Do you have to go susu as well?” Neha asked after she saw Mariam's predicament. Mariam blushed at her question, but she didn’t know what to say. It was embarrassing to accept that she was absolutely dying for a piss – especially because she was older than her. Still, the truth couldn’t be hidden for long. “Just a little bit,” she lied, even as her bladder screamed for relief. “But it's not a problem. I can hold it until we get to the hotel.” Neha nodded at her answer, convinced by her lie. Ten more minutes went by without any sign of a bathroom. The sun had set by now and it was dark enough in the car that both Mariam and Neha had fully resorted to holding themselves on the backseat. It was starting to get seriously tough to hold it all in now. Neha spoke up again. “Ammi, can’t you please find a place to stop? It’s really urgent now.” Areeba kept her eyes on the road while Aunt Amina turned to Neha to give her encouragement. “It’s not far now, beta,” she said to Neha. “Just hold on for a few more minutes and I’m sure we will find a bathroom.” But while Neha nodded mutedly, Mariam knew her time was almost up. By now the signals from her bladder were getting too hard to reject. Her last hope had been the fact that they might stop the car for Neha somewhere but even that was looking like a faraway possibility now. An especially strong twinge from my bladder made her wince, and at the same time her Chachi turned the car along a sharp turn. The pressure from her bladder, coupled with the sudden change in direction made her lose control for just a couple of seconds. Hot piss exploded out of her pussy and wet her yellow panties and the crotch of her shorts. She regained control almost immediately, and grabbed her crotch extra hard to stop any other leakages. She cursed under her breath as she realized that there was a small damp patch on her crotch. It was still small enough that she could hide it until they got to the hotel, but they had to stop very very soon or else… She didn’t even want to think about or else. Mariam looked over at Neha again, who was also looking like she was at her limit. She was bouncing up and down on her seat now and both of her hands were between her legs firmly. Mariam's only hope was that they would stop the car for Neha and she could just jump out and pee. After Areeba made another rash turn Mariam's bladder lurched in her body. She did everything in my power to hold back the flood inside her, but her peehole relaxed once again. Hot urine burst out of her peehole and began to spray her panties and shorts. She managed to stem the flow after 7-8 seconds but the damage had been done. The pee had leaked out and wet the front of her shorts before flowing down. It had made its way through her inner upper thighs and then down to her buttocks. Even though it would be hard to tell because of the darkness, there was a wet stain all along her thighs and butt. It seemed like Neha had reached her limit because she shouted a few seconds later. “AMMI GAADI ROKO WARNA SUSU ANDER HEE NIKAL JAYEGI.” ( Mom please stop the car or else my pee will come out.) Areeba, realizing the severity of the situation, hit the brakes and the car swerved onto the side of the road where there was a grassy patch with bushes and vegetation on the side. Even though most of the pee was still inside Mariam, she had definitely had an accident that she wouldn’t be able to hide. She was now blushing bright red and She had a few tears forming in her eyelids. She looked over at Neha who was still bouncing on her seat violently. Not only had she wet myself like a child, she hadn’t even been able to outlast her younger cousin. How would she ever live down this embarrassment of peeing her pants as a 22 year old. As the tires skidded across the asphalt the last of my defenses crumbled away. PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH As Mariam sat there with her legs crossed, her bladder exploded with hot, embarrassing pee, one last time. She let out a small whimper as the golden liquid of her shame filled her panties and then her shorts. Amina turned to me as she heard the noise and gasped before covering her mouth with her hand due to the surprise. Areeba was too busy looking worried for her daughter as the car skidded to a stop. As soon as the car stopped Neha threw open the door and jumped out. Even as Mariam watched the back of Neha's jeans for any signs of an accident, her own pee continued to gusher out of her unabated. Her shorts continued to get wetter and now the stain underneath her started to grow wider and wider. Neha, who had only just gotten out of the car, had both hands jammed between her legs. She looked from left to right, before deciding that she couldn’t risk running to find cover in the bushes. She pulled up her long shirt and tucked it under her chin before yanking down her jeans and her panties. Mariam could just about make out a slight wet spot on her panties as she fell to a squat, but her jeans seemed to be spotless. Even before she had fully fallen to a squat a torrent of piss burst out of her peehole. PSHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT The sound of her piss hitting the grass underneath boomed throughout the area as Mariam managed to regain control over my own accident. Amina still had her hand covering her mouth when she spoke next “Hawww! Mariam. Ye kya kiya tumnay? Itni badi ho ke bhi susu kar diya andar hee?” (Translation: What did you do Mariam? You wet your pants at such a big age?) The only thing she could do was sniffle as Neha finished her pee on the side of the road. She got up and pulled up her clothes, and despite the fact that her cheeks were still flushed red, there was a sort of triumphant smile on her face because of the fact that she had outlasted her older cousin. Mariam bursted out in tears. She started weeping badly. She has never faced such embarrassment. Areeba and Neha tried to console her but Amina got no chill. She started taunting her by saying "last time we saw you in your nappies and looks like you still need one." Areeba tried to silence her but she continued scolding her. Areeba asked Amina to shut up in a very authoritative manner. Amina obliged. Areeba now politely asked Neha to move to the backseat of the car and let Mariam sit in the dry area of the middle row. She then asked Mariam to take off her wet clothes so that she could place them near the A.C. and let them dry. She pulled down her shorts but was too shy to pull down her panties. Areeba said, "beta take them out as well. We are all ladies, besides there is nothing we haven't seen already. She did as she was told. She slid down her yellow panties and gave it Areeba. Sitting bare bottom in front of her aunts and younger cousin was still very embarrassing for Mariam. She was trying to cover her pussy with her hands. Amina firmly said to Mariam, "beta if you want to go to the toilet, let us know and until we can find one hold it in." Mariam nodded as her head sank in shame. Nearly an hour into the drive, it was pitch black and hardly any other car was seen on the road. Mariam was still sitting bare bottom as her clothes had not dried yet. Amina was busy playing games trying to distract her from the urge to pee, Areeba had her focus on the road but she had also started the sensation to pee and Neha was fast asleep. Mariam felt a slight tingling sensation again. But this time it was not in her bladder but in her bowels. She had to poop. "This trip couldn't get any worse." She thought to herself. All that kadhai chicken was wanting its way out of her body. No rest area could be seen nearby. This only made her more anxious. She started fidgeting shifting her weight from one butt cheek to another. Areeba and Amina could now hear constant voices of shuffling and loud rumbling that was coming from Mariam's stomach. Amina turned back and saw Mariam struggling. Amina asked "is everything ok beta?" To which Mariam responded, "Chachi I need to use the bathroom." This time she not hesitant to speak it out loud as she didn't want to end up having another accident. "I really don't think there are any rest areas nearby." Amina said. This made Mariam worried. "Don't worry I will stop the car where there is enough pasture. Hold it till then." said Areeba. Mariam could do nothing but clench her bowels as hard as she could. 15 minutes passed by like this. There was no sign of any rest area and the car was not slowing down either. Mariam became more and more desperate. A huge amount of poop was piling up inside her bowels. After a certain point Mariam could not help herself but she started farting out loud. The smell of the farts could choke anyone to death. Knowing that the situation was severe and luckily there was nobody around Areeba started pulling over to the side of the road and asked Mariam to pop a squat on the side of the road. As soon as the car pulled over Mariam jumped out of the car like a kangaroo not caring that she had worn nothing under her waist and started relieving herself. Huge turds of poop coming out were burning her butthole. Amina opened the front door as well to give her cover. Both the ladies were watching her go making their situations a little bit tense. Mariam was not used to squatting and relieving herself so her legs were becoming numb and it was becoming difficult for her to even hold her own weight. Eventually her legs gave up and she sat down in her own mess while still in full flow. She immediately clenched with all her might to close her butthole but the damage was done. Here entire but was covered with poop. "Oh no! poor girl has fallen." Areeba quickly got out of the car and grabbed Mariam by both her armpits and grabbed her up. "beta quickly finish up your business." Areeba said. Mariam relaxed herself again and started releasing turds again. When she was finished, she said "Chachi I am done." like a toddler. Areeba asked Amina to pass a water bottle. She gave the water bottle. With Areeba grabbing her, Mariam was not able to reach her butt. So Areeba asked Amina "AMINA MAI AKELE YEH NAHI KAR PAUNGI ZARA MARIAM KA PICHWADA DHO DO." (Amina I won't be able to do it alone, so come here and clean Mariam's bottom.) Though she was disgusted by this thought, she knew that there was no other option. She got out if the car and started sprinkling water on her niece's butt and then cleaning the smear on it. The sensation of the cold water and another woman touching her butt made Mariam uncomfortable and aroused at the same time. Amina's situation was not any different. Though she was disgusted with the fact that her hands were covered with poop but she was also liking touching Mariam's soft and tender butt. Eventually Amina was able to clean off her entire butt and they sat inside. Areeba ordered Amina not to utter a single word out her throat about this incident. She respected her baaji and couldn't deny her command. Mariam was also very ashamed and not a single letter was uttered by her. She had embarrassed herself not only once but twice on the day 1 of coming to Pakistan. There was almost a deafening silence in the car. She just wanted to forget about these horrific incidents. TO BE CONTINUED Chapter-2 will be uploaded by @btkdaku as soon as he gets time. Thank you for reading. Do let us know your views about this idea. If you have any suggestions or ideas to be implemented in the upcoming chapters or any requests other than this series feel free to share them. We will surely consider them.

March 26 update: (I hired an AI artist to train Emily's face, body, and clothing, and while it mostly was reproducible, we noticed that the AI couldn't quite get her top exactly the same each time, so sorry for the slight differences.) Emily was eighteen, a senior in high school, and more gorgeous than ever before. Standing at 5'6", she carried herself with a grace that captured the attention of all around her — her petite frame outlined by the light of day, showing off her fair complexion. Her bright blue eyes peeked out from beneath her blonde tresses falling around her shoulders. Her breasts were small but certainly present, barely filling a hand, with delicate small pink nipples adding a subtlety to their beauty. Her long, beautiful legs never met one another as they reached up to her vulva, and they completed her graceful silhouette with every stride. No matter where she was, she stood out from the crowd due to her mesmerizing features, drawing in all those who took the time to admire her. With every step, Emily moved with an elegance and poise that was captivating. Between Emily’s legs lay a delicate flower, just starting to open up and bloom. Her outer lips were soft and pink, like rose petals, with a hint of peach. They did not plump outward, like they sometimes do on thicker girls; instead, they complemented her slender body, smooth and inviting. The inner lips were smaller and a lighter hue, like the petals of a lily. They hugged the entrance to her core, and they would have been surrounded by a light tuft of downy, blonde hair, save for the fact that she kept herself clean-shaven every day. The hood of her clitoris formed the tall arch of this flower, with the clitoris itself like a tiny pearl, peeking out from its protective sheath. Further down, her opening was tight but enigmatic, awaiting exploration and discovery. Her hymen was broken, not from sex, but just from normal exercise and outdoor activity. In spite of her beauty, Emily was still a virgin. And despite being admired and talked about, she was generally shy when it came to speaking with other people, especially boys. Most boys immediately assumed she was out of their league and never even tried to approach her, leaving her feeling isolated and alone. She knew that her shyness was holding her back, and that she wanted to do something about it. For months, she had thought about wearing more revealing clothing to help break the spell, and after some online searching, she had found a few daring outfits that caught her eye. With a newfound confidence, Emily decided to buy some of them. She purchased a sheer top cut off at the midriff with a built-in bra in a blue color that matched her eyes perfectly. The top was designed to show off as much of her skin as possible while still covering her breasts. She paired it with a denim miniskirt that accentuated her legs, adding even more femininity to the outfit. The entire ensemble was a cerulean dream, and it had finally arrived in the mail. Emily was excited for the next day. The morning before school, Emily realized to her dismay that she had left all of her panties in the wash. She scoured about her closets and drawers but to no avail. She knew that going commando wouldn't be the end of the world since she wouldn't be doing any dancing or anything like that; she would only be walking around and sitting. With a little push from her desire to be wanted, Emily decided to go ahead with the outfit anyway. She completed the look with a pair of stylish heels and some jewelry that sparkled in the light. (Emily frantically searching her home for clean panties) Before she left for school, Emily quickly got ready and hopped into her car, feeling a rush of cool wind that breezed between her legs. It reminded her again about her lack of panties, but the sensation gave her a thrill as well. She would have fun keeping her little secret today. Before thinking about it too long, though, she realized with a start that she had forgotten to do her usual morning pee, but she quickly understood why — the excitement of her new outfit and her search for clean panties had distracted her from the task. She wasn't worried though, as she knew she would have just enough time to visit the toilet before her first class. Thinking that she would need the extra gumption and energy to wear her new outfit, she had brewed extra coffee and was forced to use an extra-large thermos to hold it all. She drove off to school, feeling more energized than ever as she drank it. When she arrived, she tossed the empty thermos into the passenger seat and stepped out the car. Her legs opened wide as she got out, but the car door maintained her privacy. She felt a pleasurable breeze of cool air again, and she walked into the school, feeling the eyes of her peers on her as she strutted through the hallways in her heels. Her mind was focused on getting to the toilet before class. She still had all the pee from the night before in her bladder, and now the large coffee she had was quickly adding to it. She needed to get there soon, but still had enough mental power to take note of all the attention her top and miniskirt were getting. She could feel the surprise radiating off of her peers as they took in her daring outfit. She had expected there to be whispers and stares, but she hadn't expected it to be this intense. She started looking at the individuals around her, each one gawking at her in shock and awe. All the attention distracted her from her swelling bladder, and when she saw one of her friends at her locker, she was distracted enough to tap her on the shoulder and show off her outfit. Her friend turned around in astonishment and praised her new look, bringing a smile to Emily's face. They got lost in conversation for a few minutes before the growing urgency to pee made Emily finally continue on her way to the toilet. (Emily's best friend at school. I plan to write something about her later.) But before she could take two further steps there, the one-minute warning bell for first period rang. Emily cursed under her breath. She wasn’t anywhere near her classroom, and her first-period teacher was an absolute stickler for being on time. She made a calculated decision: she would head to class first and ask permission to go to the toilet. The teacher was usually nice about that kind of thing. She pushed her way through the crowd of students all trying to make it to their classrooms, feeling their stares as they took in her daring outfit, but also feeling the bowling ball in her lower abdomen. When she got to the classroom door, she was relieved to find that a few other students were also late. She blended in with the crowd; that is, until she stopped in the doorway. There, she was met with the eyes of all her peers, who were surprised to see her, or rather, to see that much of her. They had never seen her bellybutton before, or even so much of her attractive legs. She kept her head held high as she made her way to her seat, only the substitute not noticing her because she was writing on the white board. "Shit, shit!" she thought to herself; that was not the regular teacher! Her bladder was screaming at her, but she had to take a seat at her desk. As she sat down, the extra pressure from the sitting posture grew in intensity. She raised her hand and asked to be allowed to go to the toilet, but the sub, without turning her back, said that class just started and that she should have gone before class. Emily lowered her hand in frustration. Emily couldn’t wait; her bladder was too full. She stood up to slip away from the classroom while the teacher was still occupied with the whiteboard. All the students were transfixed by her miniskirt and legs, which were glowing in a beam of sunshine. Emily worried that someone would say something and alert the teacher, but nobody did; they remained enthralled. She quietly stepped out through the door of the classroom and hastened down the hallway towards the toilets, her heart beating faster as faces looked out at her from various classroom windows. (Sprinting down the hall, trying not to leak. Full-res version coming soon) She tried desperately to move quickly while still holding back her speed enough to avoid making sound in her heels. More and more faces were staring at her from the classrooms on either side of the hallway as Emily rushed towards the bathroom, feeling the heat of embarrassment washing over her. She was desperate to get away from the prying eyes and to find a moment of privacy and relief. But it was not to be. Emily heard the principal's voice booming out in the hallway, and now dozens of faces were staring at her, including teachers in the two rooms on either side of Emily. She felt a sudden surge of panic. The principal, Mr. Smith, pointed a finger at her in a wagging motion, calling her to him. Emily walked to him with her head down, feeling everyone's stares as he led her into his private office at the back of the school. Mr. Smith wordlessly closed the door behind them as Emily tried her best to contain her urge to pee. She had never endured such a strong need to go before, and the situation was only made worse by her anxiety about being in the principal's office. Mr. Smith looked her up and down, taking in her outfit. (Emily in the principal's office as he looks her up and down.) “You shouldn't be dressed like that, young lady,” he said with a disapproving shake of his head. She knew that he was right, of course, and suddenly, her normal sensibilities flooded back into her mind. She was all-at-once ashamed at her recent choices, but at the same time, she was overwhelmed by her full bladder and urgent need to relieve herself, a pang that was becoming more and more difficult to put off. Despite the pressure, she was too afraid to speak up or even look at him. (another shot with the AI getting her outfit slightly different. Again, apologies for the inconsistencies.) A moment of silence followed, and when Emily could wait no longer, she finally did look up. It was at this moment that she noticed a certain twinkle in her principal’s eyes. It was something she had never seen before. At seeing her dressed as she was, Mr. Smith had apparently sensed a change in Emily, and it showed on his face. “I believe that today might be a good day to explore this new side of you, Emily. There are certain aspects of adulthood that I see you are just beginning to understand. I can help you learn more.” He spoke calmly, but there was a hint of excitement in his words. Emily felt a spark of excitement of her own, as well as anxiety, as she considered his offer. But then, he put a hand on her shoulder and slowly but firmly pushed her back toward the sofa in his office, and she quickly realized that it wasn’t an offer at all. She stumbled backwards into it, just barely containing her flood, but as she rolled all the way back onto the large couch, Mr. Smith stood between her open knees. Her bare vulva, sans underwear, was open and exposed, and she couldn't close her legs with him standing there. Emily’s face turned beet-red as he smiled knowingly and said softly, "It looks like you're ready to learn something new today." Emily felt a rush of heat spread through her body as she realized what was happening. (Emily splayed back on the furniture, somehow still holding it in. Full-res version coming soon) Emily was also fighting a losing battle as her bladder swelled and ached, now near to its bursting point. Mr. Smith kneeled down and gently pried her legs open, revealing her delicate, youthful anatomy. He stared intently, taking in the sight of her privates up close. Her inner labia were small and thin, with hardly a wrinkle at all, Mr. Smith was amazed at how young this part of her body looked. He blew on her moist genitals lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through Emily's entire body. She wanted to give in to the sensation, yet she was consumed by the desperate urge to pee. She was frozen, her mind desperately searching for a way out of her predicament. Mr. Smith slowly brought his face closer to Emily's folds, his tongue lightly flicking her delicate, unblemished petals as his lips softly kissed them. He explored her with slow, methodical precision, taking in every inch of her delicate femininity. His tongue circled around her, over her clitoris and around her inner labia. His breath was warm and inviting, and it sent tingles of pleasure up through her core. Her body was in turmoil, torn between the conflicting desires of pleasure and relief. Mr. Smith continued his exploration, his tongue slowly and roughly grazing her most sensitive parts. Every move was calculated and precise, as if he was determined to bring her to the brink of pleasure. Emily's body burned with desire and anticipation, yet the fear of losing control kept her on edge. She was caught in a state of blissful agony, her mind and body warring against each other as the pressure in her bladder built. She was so close to the edge, and yet so far away. She had no idea how she was going to make it out without emptying herself onto Mr. Smith’s face. Emily desperately wanted to speak up, to tell Mr. Smith to stop before it was too late. But she couldn't find the strength in the moment to do so. Finally, her voice broke through the silence as she called out. But before she could get a complete word out, he raised a finger to her lips to shush her. She whimpered in response, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and fullness. She knew it was foolish to let him continue, to not pull away harder, but she could not resist the sensation of his tongue on her. As he lapped at her, she felt herself being drawn closer and closer to a feeling, an new yet powerful feeling. Her body was in ecstasy, her mind was in a tumble. She wanted to surrender to the pleasure, but her bladder was bursting and she was terrified of the consequences. And though she didn’t know it yet, everything was only about to get even more intense. Mr. Smith inserted his finger into Emily without warning, and she gasped as the sensation hit her. It was a strange feeling, for she had as yet never even had so much as a tampon inside of her before, yet in the moment, it felt so natural. She felt the pressure inside her as he moved his finger around, exploring the walls of her vagina. When he explored upwards toward her bladder, she whimpered again, loudly. Mr. Smith heard this, and he repeated the motion, slowly but firmly, each press on her bladder through her vaginal walls sending Emily to places she hadn't dreamt existed before, both heavenly and hellish. He brought his face back to Emily's clitoris and suckled on it while brushing against it with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure from two sources coursing through her body. She felt herself being drawn closer and closer to the brink of climax, but the pressure in her bladder was reaching a critical point. She was seconds away from bursting, and if Mr. Smith didn't stop soon, she would lose control. She tried to push him away, but her body betrayed her and she couldn't resist the pleasure any longer. She let out a shuddering moan as she felt her first orgasm building, the pressure in her bladder overpowering her at the same time. Emily screamed out that she was about to pee herself, but Mr. Smith didn't listen. His finger moved deeply into her vagina, arching upward in a “come-here” motion again and again, hard, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of climax but also the loss of control. She felt her body shaking and her muscles clenching as she tried to hold back the flood, but it was too much. She let out a new scream as she finally lost control and her bladder opened momentarily, her orgasm crashing into her and sending her into a state of blissful pleasure. The intense sensations coursed through Emily's body like a river bursting its banks in more ways than one. Her entire being felt alive and electric, as if every nerve was firing off in a wild frenzy. She felt her muscles tense, her heart racing, and her breath quicken as a single squirt of urine shot out of her. She was completely lost in the moment, her body trembling and quivering with pleasure, the intensity of the sensation too much to bear. She screamed out in ecstasy as her orgasm finally reached its peak, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her, but the relief was not complete. In fact, the relief was barely there at all; she had somehow managed to hold back most of the contents of her bladder. Mr. Smith took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the urine from his face, his eyes blinking open after a few swipes across his brow. He looked intently at Emily, his gaze unwavering. She felt a renewed thrill run through her body at his stare, but also a deep sense of shame at both the pleasure she had just experienced and the fact that she had just squirted some pee on his face. He then asked Emily if she had had to pee before they entered his office, to which Emily nodded a silent yes at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Mr. Smith then asked if she still needed to pee, and she nodded again, her eyes avoiding his gaze, and at this, he smiled again, a slow, mischievous smile. He looked around at the wet spots on his sofa and carpet of his office, dropping the smile and shaking his head before turning back to her. “Tsk tsk tsk, young lady, look at what you have done to my office.” Emily could feel her embarrassment deepening as she looked around at the wet spots on the sofa and carpet of Mr. Smith's office. As punishment, Mr. Smith told her, she would have to spend the rest of the day there in detention. She was not to leave for any reason. Emily felt a pang of anxiety at the thought of being stuck in the office all day, especially considering that her bladder was still full and uncomfortable. “But I still need to pee, quite badly, in fact,” she finally admitted aloud. The ache in her bladder, though barely improved from minutes before, was still strong enough to urge Emily to speak up. “Good. I think you’ll be getting a sorely needed lesson on self control today, my dear.” He stood up and left the room, locking the door behind him. Emily got up to try the door, but it was no use. His office was located at the far end of the annex, and his secretary’s desk was many meters away and through two sets of doors. Emily wouldn’t be heard even if she screamed. She looked around the room, taking in her surroundings. She noticed the art on the walls, mostly paintings of landscapes and seascapes with a few abstract pieces mixed in. She noted the papers strewn across the desk, with a few scribbled notes and drawings of diagrams. There were also a few books scattered around the desk, on topics ranging from philosophy to economics. She also noticed the furniture in the room, all of which was comfortable and inviting. There was the plush leather couch that she had just partially soiled, a few armchairs, and a coffee table with a few magazines and a bowl of real fresh fruit and some bottles of water. There was something else that caught Emily’s eye. On the corner of his desk, there was a small photograph of an Asian girl. She was standing with one hand holding her crotch through her dress, and it looked like she urgently needed to pee. Her other hand was on her lips, and she looked as though she were asking for permission. Emily couldn't help but wonder about this photo, and it reminded her of her own predicament; she still needed to pee. The single squirt of urine that Mr. Smith’s fingers elicited was quickly being replaced by the coffee she had on the way to school. She tried to put that out of her mind as she looked further about the room. Her gaze next fell upon the computer screen, which had a recent search term for something called Omorashi Gaman. Emily didn't know what it meant, but it sounded Japanese. She couldn't help but be curious. She wondered if it had something to do with the photograph of the young girl holding herself, and if Mr. Smith was interested in this type of thing. She clicked on the link. [To be continued.] I'm getting more art commissioned as we speak to be sprinkled throughout the rest of the story. Please check back again soon! (Other variants of her outfit) (Yet another variant.)

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Wow, it's been a while. Some years ago, I began the adventures of these two young ladies and their bladder mishaps, but I never completed them. At long last, that is what I am attempting to do. And so, without further ado: Chapter 1 - An Introduction Specific tags: one-piece swimsuit, messing Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons. “That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?” These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?” Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?” Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it. Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty. “Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand. ~*~*~*~*~ It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together? Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?” Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.” “Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do. The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again. So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on. And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that. What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be. Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there. ~*~*~*~*~ The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.” “Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable. “Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?” “Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.” “Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.” As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?” Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.” Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out. Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard. The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there was a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out. “Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively. Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.” “Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?” “I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.” “Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty. “Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.” Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!” Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.” Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose. Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them. Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?” Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” “Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.” “Do you have any friends around?” “Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly. Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it. “No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly. “You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click. ~*~*~*~*~ Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school. hey Ange Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply. Hey Jackie Whats up? wyd the librarys doing a free movie want to come ? Cool, what time? And what movie in like fiften minutes Tangled I think Sorry, I can’t make it sounds fun though. ah you suckkkk haha Why cant u come tho My mom asked me to be with the Wells’ daughter while they’re out. whos that you know Lily? o yeah isnt she the one who pees her pants alot? Yeah, that’s her. Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation. wow that’s cray has she had to go pee a lot ? No, she seems normal. She’s nice. We’ve been getting to know each other. Does she like wear diapers or somthing? Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda. No she doesn’t. Anyway, can we talk about something else? It’s making me have to pee. haha I feel u girl well, sorry u cant comeee Thanks. Have fun Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in. pee pee rivers waterfalls She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back. Jackie! Not funny. Lol But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it. The door wouldn’t move. It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands. Nothing. The door was locked. Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking. She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness… Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out. Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?” Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal. The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all. Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her. “Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?” Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily. “Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine. After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other. “I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing. Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.” “Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point. Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her. Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?” “Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front path meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate. “Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard. As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander. I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling… Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out… No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused. She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out. Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine. Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine. Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear. Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and… Nothing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs. Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily. In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry. She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding. It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and… Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out. Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in. She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to. Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil. I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done. If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes. It would feel so good to just let go No! No I can’t! Yes just let go Just let go No! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands. She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse. She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage. Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice— “Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?” That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now. It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off. For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold. Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence. “Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—” Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her… She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever. Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight. Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?” Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom. She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream. ~Aftermath~ After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance. Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened. One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard. Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness. She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose. She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see. She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat. Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen. It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts.

a/n: Hi~ Here's the start of the second part of Jill's story! Selena and I enjoyed writing this just as much as the first part and we hope that you all enjoy it as well. If you want to catch up on the story, you can check it out here: New Feelings Feel free to comment if you have any ideas or if you really enjoy the story. We love hearing what people think :3 --- Chapter One: Getting Back on Track When Jill woke up, she was unsure of her surroundings. She stared up at the ceiling, her brow furrowing slightly as she tried to figure out exactly where she was. It took her a few moments longer to realize that she was in her new house. The week had gone by in a complete blur. Everything was still all very new, and it was still disorienting a week later. Jill’s things were still mostly in boxes, not quite ready to break into the process of setting everything up. She had opted to pull out a fair amount of her bedroom things and most of her kitchen supplies. Half of her bathroom still remained in boxes, but that didn’t matter so much. The things that she needed had been taken out and that was all she was worried about. Jill’s decision to move had been spur of the moment. It was a very uncharacteristic move on her part, but once the idea had settled into her brain, she had to run with it. The idea of starting somewhere fresh where she could be more herself and without judgment. A soft giggle escaped Jill’s lips at the thought – it was more like she was in a place where nobody knew the Jill that could keep her pants dry like any normal adult was meant to. No, everything would be much different where she was, a thought that was equally scary as it was exciting. With a sigh, Jill rolled over in her bed, staring at the empty wall across from her as she ruminated on her thoughts. In a weird way, she missed Alice who was several states and hundreds of miles away, but Alice was also the reason why she had moved in the first place. Well, one of them at least. As much as Jill loved and adored Alice, the woman had a tendency to make things more difficult than they needed to be. There were very few moments where Alice wasn’t constantly checking up on her and trying to convince her to try different treatments. Jill was positive that she didn’t need any of them. Speaking of treatments, Jill figured that she needed to try and find a new doctor. It made no sense for her to try and travel all the way to Georgia every so often just to see Dr. Hudson. Although, Jill supposed that it didn’t matter too much as her last appointment didn’t seem to go as well as it should have. Jill had noticed straight away that her last appointment was not going to go like any of the others. Dr. Hudson had entered the room with such a somber expression that it was impossible to think anything good of it. A deep frown crossed Dr. Hudson’s face as they sat down on the nearby chair but then disappeared just long enough to start their appointment like any other. They first discussed Jill’s vacation with their usual pleasantries before moving along to talking about her diary. The conversation naturally veered into whether or not they felt her trip was affected and how she was doing overall. After a painstaking amount of time just focusing on her accident in the airport, an event that Jill really did not want to relive, the conversation shifted once more to her appointment with the urologist. Jill didn’t even want to have to relive that moment either. She could feel a warm flush creeping up her neck at Dr. Hudson’s assurances that anyone could have had an accident on the table after having to drink so much, but it wasn’t something Jill had wanted to do. The nurse had taken care of things without even a blink of her eye, but Jill had been utterly humiliated to find herself severely misjudging her holding abilities and in her own puddle. Again. But then the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed considerably, and Dr. Hudson pulled their seat closer to Jill. They sighed, studying Jill for a moment before lifting a shoulder in a slight shrug. “The urologist wasn’t able to find anything conclusive from your appointment,” Dr. Hudson had told her. “The main thing that was gathered was that you have a small bladder, which isn’t out of the norm, and that there aren’t any other specifics. It doesn’t necessarily rule out stress, but it doesn’t appear to be stress related either. We already concluded that you didn’t suffer any major issues from your fall and that your spine appears to be fine.” Dr. Hudson gave Jill a few moments to process their statement before continuing on. “We don’t know what has caused this to happen to you, Jill, and I am deeply sorry but I don’t believe that there is much more we can do for you. For right now, we’ll continue to monitor things and see what happens. In the meantime, make sure that your insurance will cover any other expenses that might arise. To make things a little easier, I’ve added to your records that we’re classifying you as incontinent.” Looking back on it, Jill still had a strange mix of emotions. From the doctor’s tone, it made her a little scared, but after being in the comfort of her own home, she had been able to see things differently. Rather than seeing it as a bad thing, she could see it as an opportunity for her to do as she pleased. Jill supposed it was a bit of a fucked up thought, but it was one that she was going with. In a way, she blamed Alice for leading her to her decisions, but that wasn’t entirely fair. But Jill wanted a change where she didn’t feel smothered. The idea of getting up and moving had been started in Dublin and by the time she returned back to the states, she knew it was something she needed to do. Jill needed a way to just start completely fresh and leaving her old self behind became more and more appealing. While errantly browsing on Realtor.com, Jill stumbled across a beautiful home in West Ocean City, Maryland. It had far more space than she would ever need in her life, but at the price she found it, it was an absolute steal. She wasn’t sure about how people were in Maryland, but she hoped that they would also be more tolerant of her and her romantic interests. Jill craved a place that she could completely call home and where she could feel more free to be herself. The house seemed to stare at her for a few days on every device that she owned. She had opened and closed the listing on her phone at least a dozen times and kept a tab (or several) open on her laptop. Everywhere she turned, the house seemed to be there. Finally she gave in, contacted a realtor, and placed a bid. She didn’t expect for the bid to go through at all, coming in just under asking price, but a week later she received the call that changed her entire world. “Congratulations, Jill!” her realtor had practically screamed into the phone. “You got the house!” It was lucky enough that Jill was able to sell her house fairly quickly. The money from her old home was going to be going towards her new one, making the mortgage far less expensive than it would’ve been otherwise. With a U-Haul rented and far too little time, Jill managed to pack up the entirety of her life to prepare for her trip north. Alice wasn’t remotely happy by the move at all, but also understood why Jill was leaving. With a promise to stay in touch and a promise for Jill to return to Georgia for Christmas, Jill parted ways with a tearful goodbye. And so there Jill was – a few hours away from starting her first day at her new school. As the thought crossed her mind, Jill let out a sigh. Making the switch to kindergarten wasn’t a move she had wanted, but it turned out being open with her situation made getting jobs a lot harder than she thought. She had been turned down by several schools despite the teacher shortage. Their reasonings usually ranged from they weren’t hiring to outright saying that they couldn’t accommodate her and that was that. It shook Jill up a little, startled by how difficult it had been. She didn’t want to dare think of how much more complicated it was for others in far worse situations. Still, she was determined. On a whim, Jill decided to apply to a small community school that had just listed a full-time position. The school was on the smaller side, something Jill wasn’t entirely used to, and mentioned that she would have a co-teacher, but the pay and benefits were worth it. The only other downside was it was for a lower grade than Jill felt comfortable with, but with few options left, she had no choice to give it a try. The interview itself had gone surprisingly well. Conversation was easy and Jill was able to discuss what she had done in her previous classroom with ease. The principal seemed impressed with her work, but then the dreaded question finally came. “Is there anything important that we would need to know in regards to your potential employment?” the principal had asked. Jill doubted for a long moment that she should say anything. She could just say no and be done with it, but for some reason Jill felt like she had to say something. There was something about the principal’s fairly easy-going nature that made it easy, though Jill still worried. With very pink cheeks, Jill confessed her condition. The principal looked stunned for only a moment before turning thoughtful and giving Jill a gentle and understanding smile with a slight nod. “Well, Miss Bennett,” the principal said slowly, “I appreciate you being forthcoming with that information. I imagine that it can’t be easy. I’m fairly positive that we could accommodate such a thing, and otherwise I’m sure that you’re used to making do however you can.” Jill could only give a sheepish smile in response, shifting nervously as the principal looked through the papers in front of them. “Your qualifications are more than enough,” the principal continued, gesturing to the papers. “From what you’ve told me, you certainly sound like you would be a great fit in our community. The first year is obviously on a trial basis, but I see no reason to not hire you, and maybe, in the future, we could get you back to a grade that you would like to work with. For all you know, you might fall in love with teaching kindergarten. I’ve had several come through who wound up finding their calling teaching our youngest. The position is yours if you would like to have it.” Jill very happily accepted the offer, shaking the principal’s hand and positively beaming at their “congratulations.” She was practically bouncing out of the building, more than happy that things had started to turn around. Jill had a new job and her new life was well and truly on track. Walking through the hallways of a new school always reminded Jill of starting up the new school year as a child. There was something awkward about the entire situation, despite being something that she did for her job. Her backpack was slung over one shoulder, a hand gripping tightly to the strap. Everything she could possibly need was hidden within the confines of her backpack – one of those fancy “mom” diaper bags that didn’t give away what was inside. It had a steep price, but the pockets and compartments made everything worth it. The hallways were quiet as summer break was winding down, but in the next week the entire building would be filled with tiny feet and (often) very loud voices. Jill was excited to meet the children of her new community, but she was nervous, as well. Jill was finding herself starting to become a bit lost in where she was meant to be going. She had a vague idea of where she was meant to be going, and was silently relieved when she turned the corner to find the principal heading in her direction. “Ah, you made it!” they said with a jovial smile. “I was just heading back towards the office to wait for you, so I’m glad to have caught you. I’m very happy that you came a little early before the meeting so I can give you a chance to show you around. I figured you would be interested in seeing your classroom.” “Oh, yes, please,” Jill said with a smile. She more than happily followed the principal back in the opposite direction. “Now, you know the classroom is going to be a bit bare,” the principal said as they walked. “It was Natalie’s, but she decided to take her decorations with her. It used to be a classroom for our second graders, though it was originally meant for our youngest. So, with you in mind, we decided it would be best to switch out classrooms. Nathalie was more than happy to switch out rooms with no questions asked. Don’t worry, I didn’t say a word about your condition,” the principal added, seeing Jill’s slightly panicked look. “Nathalie has been wanting to change classrooms for a while, so I’m sure she’ll be thanking you the moment she sees you.” Finally they stopped at a solid wooden door with a single long window along the side. The principal took out a key, unlocked the door, and motioned for Jill to enter. Jill couldn’t complain about the room at all. It was a modest sized classroom with plenty of space and large windows along one wall. The space could easily be divided for play and for teaching with plenty more room in between. There was a small section of the room that jutted out from the wall with two doors. Jill looked at the principal in curiosity, not understanding the doors. A closet, perhaps? But then why were there two doors? “Ah, I see you’ve discovered why this room is special,” the principal said. “This classroom has a particularly special feature designed to keep any and all emergencies – for everyone – at a bare minimum.” Jill’s face immediately burned at the realization of what exactly the second room had to be. A bathroom. She couldn’t deny that it wasn’t handy, but it was embarrassing to have it all the same. Even though the bathroom wasn’t strictly just for her, there was a part of her that couldn’t help but feel like it was. “Here,” the principal said, handing Jill a set of keys. “These are for your room. I’ll give you a chance to take a look around without me here so you can imagine your space exactly how you wish. Please be careful with these and don’t lose them. Your co-teacher will have a set as well, but if one, or both, of you loses them we’ll be in a bit of a pickle. Everything will be explained at the meeting which starts in about -” the principal pulled their phone out of their pocket with a slight hum “- in about 15 minutes. When you leave here, just make a right and we’ll all meet in the staff lounge. It’s impossible to miss.” Leaving Jill on her own, she felt slightly flustered and moderately overwhelmed. Not wanting to dwell on the reality of her new life and job entirely just yet, Jill allowed herself to take a look around the room. The principal had a point – the moment they left, Jill was able to imagine the room more clearly. She had several ideas for decorating pop up in her head about how to divide things up and what she needed to track down in the building or buy. Jill mostly liked to let the classroom do its own decorating with her student’s artwork as it always added a personal touch and gave the room its own personality for the year. However, a few plants wouldn’t be amiss to try and add some color to the very white-washed room. Curious, Jill opened the two doors. The one room was definitely a supply closet, something that would be very handy. The door next to it was the bathroom. It was surprisingly spacious despite its small size. Jill grimaced at the very low toilet, but that was nothing new. A small free-standing wooden cabinet sat in the corner, the perfect little space for emergency storage as needed. She imagined it would be needed by everyone, and the top shelves were the perfect height to keep small hands from reaching into her own personal supplies. It meant that she didn’t need to carry absolutely everything on her, and that made things that much more relieving. Jill shifted from foot to foot with a slight moan at the tiny twinge in her bladder. It wasn’t strong, but it alerted her that she needed to pee. However, with a quick look at her watch, she realized that she had spent too long looking around and didn’t want to be late for her first meeting. Even though Jill felt like the principal wouldn’t mind too much if she was a minute or two late, she didn’t want to give a bad first impression to her colleagues. Heaving a heavy sigh, Jill decided to skip having a bathroom break. It wasn’t like she wasn’t wearing protection, so she would be fine, but it would have been much easier to just pee now versus later. She didn’t know how long the meeting would be, but everything would be fine, right? Not wanting to delay things further, Jill made her way out of the classroom and followed the principal’s directions to the staff room. The principal wasn’t kidding when they said she wouldn’t miss the room. The closer she made it to the room, the brighter the hallways seemed to become. It was like the paint on the walls were guiding tired teachers to one of the few places of solace within the building and it made Jill snort. The bright, almost neon, lightning bolts on the walls only made her walk a little faster towards the room. Whoever had come up with the design was a genius, Jill decided. As Jill approached, she could start to make out some of the voices of her colleagues. There was both a distinct lack of accent and an accent that seemed native to the area all at once. It made Jill realize just how much she was going to stand out with her very Georgian accent with the slight twang that she had grown up with. Most people seemed to find it endearing, but would these people feel the same? Jill’s knees nearly buckled at a stronger ache in her bladder. It came on swiftly and suddenly with a dull pain that had Jill sincerely doubting herself. She was always startled by how quickly her brain (and bladder) liked to remind her that she had to pee. Jill could nearly kick herself for misjudging her need again and considering heading back to her room to use the toilet, but she really didn’t want to be late. She bounced on her toes anxiously, looking between the door in front of her and the hallway back towards her classroom. After a long and silent debate with herself, Jill decided that if it were too bad, she would just excuse herself. First impressions were everything, after all. Jill took a moment to steel herself and slung her bag up higher on her shoulder. With a small breath, Jill entered the staff room. Just as she suspected, the whole room fell quiet when she entered. Most conversations ceased so that everyone could take curious looks at her. Jill took a moment to study her new colleague’s faces, as well, glad to see mostly warm smiles. There was a nervous look from a few, a few that were wary, and to Jill’s surprise, some that appeared to be less than enthused by her presence. But Jill wasn’t given much time to dwell on that fact as the principal stepped into the room. Jill quickly took a seat between a young man with dark hair named Joshua and a woman around her age with bright red hair who appeared to be the Natalie mentioned earlier. Before more pleasantries could be exchanged, the meeting started. The principal first went through the notes from their last meeting before summer break to verify that everyone remembered and to get Jill up to speed. Jill nodded in understanding as she tried to subtly squeeze her thighs as she crossed her legs. In typical fashion, she was cursing herself quietly for misjudging her need to pee. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue, but she didn’t want to be squirming, or even worse, holding herself during the meeting. She wanted to make a good first impression, but this meant her ability to hold the oncoming flood were extremely limited. Plus, there was the added factor that she was very aware that she was sitting in a pull up. She wasn’t yet ready to share that information with her new coworkers, and she feared moving around too much would betray her with the telltale brushed crinkling sound. It didn’t matter how soft the pull-ups were, it was still very obvious. As Jill snapped her attention back to the meeting, she noticed that the principal was looking at her with a wide smile. “Now that the opening of our meeting is over, I would like to formally introduce you to our newest teacher, Jill Bennett. I hope that you will all give her your warm welcomes. Jill, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?” The principal gestured for Jill to stand up and it took everything in her power to keep from grimacing. She hated having to introduce herself. Even worse, to her absolute horror, she had to stand up. Jill very carefully stood, hoping that the slight crossing of her legs looked to be more out of shyness than her absolute need to pee. If she didn’t, she feared that the incoming leak would lead to far worse. She was already in deep waters as it is and the end was far from being in sight. Jill took a small breath, hoping that she could muster up enough courage that would keep her voice from faltering or betraying her nerves. “Well, okay then,” Jill said with a slight laugh and an awkward wave. “I’m Jill, as you all know. I’m a fresh 28 and I moved here from Georgia for personal reasons. I needed a new start in a hopefully more open environment, and I’m very excited to start working with you all. I hope that I get a chance to get to know you all sooner rather than later, and I’m hoping for a great year for all of us.” When Jill sat back down, she winced slightly as the slight crinkle she heard before letting out a breath of relief. She had made it through introducing herself without any major incident. “Thank you very much,” the principal said, standing up and flipping through the papers in front of them. “I hope I speak for everyone when I say we’re excited to have you on board. As for the classes, Jill will be taking care of Ellie’s classes as the school board decided to let Ms. Winchester go. I believe that she’ll make a great fit and her credentials speak for themselves.” Jill felt her face start to grow warm. Whether that was from the principal’s praise or the fact she really had to pee, she wasn’t entirely sure. Jill suspected it was mostly from her need to go, but she didn’t dare let out anything to relieve the growing pressure. With her introduction out of the way, Jill was fighting to maintain a good impression and keep listening to the principal. She realized that her thoughts had wandered a bit too far when the conversation seemed to have taken an abrupt turn. “Ashley, I know Ellie is a friend of yours, but these choices were all made before the summer so there’s no need to go over them again,” the principal said sharply to a mousey brown-haired woman. The woman shot Jill a disgusted look before leaning back in her chair. “Anyway, moving along,” the principal continued, not allowing for Ashley to continue whatever protests she may have had. “The classrooms have been changed up a bit this year. Nothing drastic,” the principal stated. “Due to medical reasons, we decided to swap Natalie into Ms. Winchester’s old classroom and give Jill access to Natalie’s classroom.” “But that’s outrageous!” Ashley protested. “I worked as co-teacher with Ellie for years. Besides, has Natalie even been asked to change rooms?” “Uhm, yes, I did agree to a swap,” Natalie said slowly. “If any one of you needed the room, I would obviously have made the switch for you, as well. It’s only fair. We’re not a huge school with a ton of rooms, and I think anyone else would be willing to make things a little easier.” At this, there were soft murmurings and nods of agreement from the others. “Besides, you still have your office,” the principal added gently. “Jill will teach four days out of the week, and you’ll take over on her off day. It’s not as if you will be spending a lot of time in the room as it is.” Jill had to admit that she couldn’t stop watching what was happening in front of her with curiosity. It was clear to her that he co-teacher would be extremely difficult to work with, but she would manage. She had worked next to Mike for years, so Ashley was the least of her worries. “Jill, if it’s not obvious, you’ll be working with Ashley,” the principal said with a sigh. “She’ll take over on Wednesdays so that you can get whatever work you need to get done all completed. Or, if you’d like, you can step in for another classroom. Your weeks will be different all the time.” “That sounds good to me,” Jill replied. Not a moment later, Jill suddenly felt her bladder spasm in the middle of the explanation of events for the upcoming school year. Jill started to panic. She didn’t want to have to hold herself in front of all of her new colleagues, but squeezing her thighs proved for a completely ineffective. A short spurt or warmth suddenly shot out and Jill practically shoved her fist in her mouth as she attempted to casually rest her head on her hand. She was silently thanking everything possible that she had thought to wear some sort of protection, but something had to be done as she was terrified of leaking. Just as another spurt escaped, Jill tried to discreetly put her hand between her legs. She cleared her throat, forcing the principal to lose their train of thought as they looked at her. “Uhm, sorry,” Jill said sheepishly as everyone turned to look at her. “Is it all right if I just snuck off to the ladies room really quickly?” The principal looked at Jill in confusion for a moment and Jill nearly let out a noise of surprise as she felt another spurt leak out, this time pooling slightly in her pull up. “Yeah, of course,” the principal said with a laugh. “You don’t have to ask, just don’t run away. I know the meetings can be boring, but we need you here.” “Right, of course,” Jill said, not needing any further encouragement. She quickly scooped up her bag and dashed as quickly as she could in the direction of the nearest toilets. Unfortunately for her, the only place she could think of was her classroom as she was entirely unsure of if the staff room had a bathroom or not. Her old school didn’t, so she automatically assumed, and she wished that she didn’t. Still, Jill made her way in the direction of her classroom as quickly as possible. With each step she could feel herself peeing herself more and more. Her crotch was fully engulfed in a warm heat and she was certain that her pull up was struggling to contain her urine as Jill could feel a distinct pooling of heat. She was terrified that she would leak at any given moment, but then she finally made it to her classroom and the toilet. Jill undid her zipper with fumbling hands, but before she could get her pants and the pull up pulled down, she felt an even longer spurt leak out of her. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked down to feel a hint of wetness leaking from the groin of her pull up and spilling down her pants before she could actually sit down. She groaned, yanking everything down her legs and plopping down on the toilet only to have two small dribbles come out. She couldn’t believe that she had just peed herself at her new job. Granted no one was around to see it, but she was fully aware of what had just happened. She carefully inspected her pants after she pulled them off her body and was relieved to see that it was at least the smallest of wet spots. If she wanted, she could play it off as water spilling from the sink, but it would dry, and she could hopefully get away with it. Jill pulled a fresh pull up from her bag and got herself dressed. She shivered a bit as she pulled her pants on, the wet spots having cooled considerably in the seams of her pants where the previous pull up had leaked. With a very heavy and dizzy head, Jill returned back to the meeting, her stomach fluttering with embarrassment. The rest of the meeting went off without any further incidents and Jill was relieved that she had to have gotten away with what just happened. There was no way that no one was aware of what transpired outside of realizing that she might have some bathroom issues. However, what Jill didn’t notice on her way out of the building and back to her car, was the curious look of Natalie who had spotted the wet seams right away.

Hello all, I'll start this story by linking my other story New Form Of Incontinence from the non-diaper section of the site. I also have direct permission via DMs from Lizy The Leaky Leafeon to post this here with all the juicy details! My previous accident right when I got home from work seemed to gather a lot of attention in the omorashi chat channel on Discord, and Lizy pointed out that it was super hot (despite her not usually being into male desperation) and that she'd love to make me have another accident! I had put in the channel that I'd diapered up since then, as I seem to be genuinely incontinent at the time being and was just lying in bed enjoying the desperation. Naturally, Lizy jumped on this and asked me to keep my legs apart! I didn't take her up on this until I'd established just how humiliating the whole diaper thing was and that, since I do usually provide pictures or videos, I'd still do so, just with the covers still on so I could hide my diaper. Looking back, I'm not 100% sure this was necessary bc it's not like it's all I was wearing. I was in a shirt and pajama pants as well. With the ground rules set and a 1 minute timer agreed on, I spread my legs and started the timer! It was so hard! Dribbles nearly turned into spurts as my legs shook furiously to contain the flood! Note that I probably wasn't much more than 50% full, I've been having a lot of accidents lately. Context is in the post I linked at the top. The desperation turned me on SO MUCH and I started breathing heavy, only adding to how much my legs were shaking! By time time the 1 minute timer had ended, I'd already came in my diaper and dribbled enough to equal a small spurt! It was truly amazing and I came THIS CLOSE to losing it all in my diaper! 1.mp4 Of course, after talking about how hard it was to keep the spurts in, Lizy told me to let out a spurt and stop it right away! I can't explain how hard it was! My whole body was on fire and I was sweating from the effort! It was so damn hot! There were no dribbles leading up to the spurt, it just ROCKETED out of me as soon as I thought of letting some out, and I had a lot of slow dribbles while I fought to keep it stopped! Nearly came again! At this point, a tidal wave came crashing in and I shot to a 10/10 continuously dribbling and nearly spurting several times as I slammed my legs together, squirming to hell and back to contain the flood! My mind was going 1,000mph and I was in heaven! 2.mp4 At this video, people commented on how amazingly squirmy I was and Lizy admitted that she was getting wet! While my mind got off on the thought of people getting wet, my body continued to fight off the tidal wave and I came once again! I was going crazy out of my mind it felt so good! Naturally, this is when she made me set a timer for 2 minutes and keep my legs apart again! It was gonna be SO HARD and I put in chat "JESUS CHRIST RIGHT AFTER YOU MADE ME SPURT" to which she of course gave a "you heard me" and I went ahead and set the timer! My legs shook SO HARD and from time to time one of my knees shot up at the ceiling! Of course, when a spurt escaped, I slammed my legs together and she made me reset the timer! The rules were now in place that leaking and/or closing my legs would result in resetting the timer! I swear I tried my hardest but my legs kept slamming shut and every time I managed to resist from closing my legs I'd leak again! Next she cracked down on my squirming and lifting my knees up, telling me that I had to keep still no matter what! I just couldn't! I sent the following video as proof! 3.mp4 I complained that I HAD TO SQUIRM otherwise I'd lose it all! Of course she told me I didn't have to and that I needed to stop squirming! She also cracked down again on how I kept lifting my knees and I tried my very best! My legs sort of vibrated in place as my thighs tensed SO HARD and I lost a nearly continuous dribble and a couple boiling hot spurts! Naturally, when I was down to about 20 seconds on the timer I got hit with a hell of a tidal wave and my legs SLAMMED SHUT! Shit! Gotta reset the timer again! I was able to resist the spurts for half of the timer before I started squirming again and had to reset the timer AGAIN! I finally managed to keep from squirming long enough to get a short video and put it in chat, but was still not able to resist squirming for the whole 2 minutes! I swear those dribbles were about to turn into a total loss of control! There were tap dancers and a whole disco party going on in my bladder! 4.mp4 At this point she offered that she could cut the timer in half, but I'd have to do it standing up! I was torn between these! They'd both be just as hard! Since I wasn't able to decide, she decided to do something else. I was allowed to squirm and kick my knees and everything, but if I dared to close my legs I'd have to let out a spurt again! I said I'd do my best and she left to get some food and some hot coco. Naturally she dropped a gif of a leaking water bottle in the chat and my mind filled in the dripping sound and I lost a bunch of short but powerful spurts all in a row! Then she said she had to go to the bathroom and asked for my permission, which I of course denied and told her that she had to suffer with me! To be honest, it didn't matter what her answer was! The thought of her going to the bathroom made me dribble for a couple seconds and I came again! She then told me to learn my place (part of a humiliation thing we agreed on back at the beginning) and that she was gonna pee whether I told her to do it or not! She described how good it would feel and talked about the hissing sound echoing throughout the bathroom! I started dribbling again and nearly lost another set of spurts! Then she punished me for telling her not to use the toilet and made me push on my bladder! I lost a continuous stream for a second or two! 5.mp4 I had to stop the video bc I was about to lose it all if I didn't close my legs IMMEDIATELY! I put in chat that I swear I didn't close my legs on purpose! As per the rules, I let out another spurt as punishment for closing my legs and I nearly couldn't stop it! Lizy told me that I could keep them closed if I apologized for telling her that she couldn't use the toilet. I don't know why I did this, but I begged for permission to keep my legs closed instead of apologizing. Naturally, she told me to apologize once again. I gave a sincere apology in text only bc I was panting and moaning so hard I couldn't speak straight! Naturally, she told me that I could only keep my legs closed for 2 minutes! I set another timer and slammed my legs shut once again, managing to keep the floodgates completely closed for the entirety of the timer! My body SCREAMED for release and my knees started bouncing SO HIGH! I was on fire again! It felt SOOOO GOOOOOD! Then she made me describe how good it would feel to pee! I could barely speak! So I dumped it in chat as well. "It would feel like a river of bliss! Like my very being was melting! Like all the tension was leaving my body! It would feel like Heaven!" Naturally, this was true torture and my bladder began screaming! Although each spurt was only 1/4 second or so, I lost a few in a row and used every muscle I had to keep the flood at bay! 6.mp4 I BEGGED for permission to close my legs bc I was leaking and I didn't know if I could stop it! Miraculously, she gave me permission to close my legs again! I rolled onto my side and did my best to stop the spurts and dribbles! I was so close to losing it all! 7.mp4 After cumming yet again and barely holding on, she told me to go downstairs and turn on the sink! Naturally, it took me a moment just to get out of bed and I nearly fell on the stairs bc I had to suddenly stop and completely doubled over! By the time I made it to the bathroom, my entire body was covered in sweat! I was moaning so hard, nearly screaming in desperation! My whole body shook furiously as I lost another series of quick but powerful spurts! I thin I'd lost about half of my urine at this point! 9.mp4 I started steaming for a second which I somehow managed to stop and it turned into just a continuous dribble that I couldn't stop no matter what I did! She told me to go into the shower and contemplate wetting! I was torn! I really didn't want to wet and at the same time I WAS UNBELIEVABLY TURNED ON! I just stood there jamming my hands on my crotch and doing the most frantic peepee dance of my life! I swear my heart was going 5000bpm! I eventually got a couple palpitations in a row and my focus shifted to that... My floodgates opened for another set of spurts and I got dizzy and had to lean on the wall for a sec... I eventually ripped my diaper down and sat on the toilet and let go, catching my breath as my remaining pee gushed out of me and my heartrate calmed back down. Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a bit too much excitement for one night is all. Naturally, I went back to bed in a fresh diaper and slept soundly for through the whole night! The end!

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