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So this is a little something I've been quietly working on for a bit, now. With Journey to Arnwick finished, I'll probably have more time to devote to it. I can't say for sure that it's gonna be my next thing, but it's certainly something I enjoy writing, and something I have a lot of ideas for. Oh, and that "hypnosis" tag won't really apply until the second chapter and on, but oh boy will it apply. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 - A Desperate Escape There truly is no ideal time to get chased down by the cops, But how did they always manage to turn up when Jenny needed to piss? Speeding down the road, pushing her motorcycle as fast as it would go, she desperately wished the flashing lights and sirens behind her would disappear so she could pull over and relieve herself, but no. The red and blue lights continued to illuminate the forlorn road around her. She was honestly pretty surprised; her bike was fast. The fact that these police cruisers from some broke, no-name town could keep up with her was impressive. “One little arms deal, and they send the whole town after me,” She murmured into her helmet. The road grew rough, creating quite a bumpy ride. As Jenny bounced up and down along with her bike, she cursed each little bump that threatened to make her piss her pants. Ignoring the pressing need of her bladder, she looked around for any detours she could make- anywhere she could try and shake her pursuers. Hope presented itself as a somewhat more narrow road that she turned onto. For a brief but wonderful moment, the headache-inducing red-blue lights of the cruisers vanished, and only simple moonlight illuminated her surroundings. The fleet of cars behind her couldn’t make turns as easily as her lone motorcycle, and the turn put a fair distance between them. Another unexpected turn later, and Jenny felt she had nearly lost her unwanted entourage. Given that her bike was black, and her outfit consisted of a matte black helmet, black leather jacket, and black leather pants, she blended into the nighttime scenery pretty well, too. These wannabe cops had nothing on her, she thought. That is, until a cruiser pulled out in front of her from some unknown nook, nearly causing her to crash into them. She swore loudly, and veered right as hard as she could, finding another empty road. The shock had reached her bladder, and Jenny was sure she felt some wetness at her groin. They are actually gonna make me piss on myself, aren’t they? The howl of sirens behind her grew louder, and she knew it was gonna be a while longer before she was actually safe. She groaned loudly, and shuffled lightly in her seat. She labored to blank her mind, and just keep focused on the road while she emptied her bladder into her pants. Despite its terrible need to urinate, her bladder resisted. With a push, a jet of urine streamed into her panties. Her groin was overtaken by warmth, and Jenny felt her cheeks burn. She inhaled, and pushed again. Another, longer stream met her underwear, soaking them more thoroughly than the first. She felt the sickly wet heat slowly creep down to her butt. “Piece of shit cops,” she muttered disdainfully while she inhaled, and prepared to really let go. At last, her bladder was persuaded to release its contents. Urine flowed freely into her clothes, completely drenching whatever regions of her panties had remained dry. For the first time, that sickly, warm wetness began to crawl down her thighs. Instinctively, she looked down at her groin to inspect the damage, only to remember that she was wearing leather. Nothing showed on the outside of her pants. However, since none of her pee could soak into and be absorbed by her trousers, all of it ran down her legs. She felt the piss reach her ankles, and soak into her socks as it ran into her shoes. What didn’t flow into her shoes spilled out the bottom of her pants, immediately vanishing into the wind, given that she was driving a good few dozen miles over the speed limit. She wondered if the cops behind her were close enough to wonder what the deal was with the sudden, smelly mist. Her stream slowed, and tapered off, bringing an end to the most unpleasant piss she’d ever taken. Man, it’d really suck to get caught, now. She could already imagine the jokes and laughter they’d share if they managed to catch her, and she was still dripping. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. Since she’d finished wetting herself, her focus could be returned to more practical matters. The last visible cruiser chasing after her was lagging a good distance behind. Barring any further surprises, a few more unexpected turns should completely separate them, and then she’d just need to drive for a while to make sure they lose the trail. She put her plan into action, and made a sharp turn. The longer the chase went on, the more Jenny found herself driving on what she felt had to be completely uncharted roads. The shacks and trailers she passed by could hardly be misconstrued as being signs of civilization. Being so far out in the boonies was supposed to make it easier to evade the police, for fuck’s sake. Cops in little towns like this were supposed to be laid-back. She took another road, hearing the sirens grow ever more distant behind her. She made several more little turns and detours, until she could no longer hear nor see the horrible red-blue lights and sirens. She couldn’t risk stopping just yet, but she did breathe a little easier. Doing so, she noticed a slight salty smell in the air. She was somewhere near the coast. If she could find a town or city on the water, she could well be home free. Coastal cities get a lot more visitors, and she could blend into the crowd more easily. She was forced to make one short stop when her eyes fell upon her nearly depleted gas gauge. The gas station she found actually occupied a rather scenic spot. Along a high coastal road, providing a look at the rocky shoreline below. She’d be a fool to use her credit card when the cops were chasing her, so she’d have to go in to pay. Just as well, as she wanted to visit the bathroom and see if she could clean herself up, just a bit. She parked her bike, and climbed off of it. The interior lining of her pants, along with her panties, were still quite wet, and had grown cold and clammy. Her shoes and socks were wet, too. She didn’t know which one, but something she was wearing produced a humiliating squish sound as she walked. She had to walk quite slowly to prevent it from happening. She lifted the visor on her helmet, and sniffed the air, hoping she didn’t reek of piss. The gas station was quiet. A man who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world than working the graveyard shift at a gas station manned the counter, watching a small TV with the volume on low. His only greeting was a curt nod in her direction, which she returned. If she smelled like a public bathroom, he didn’t let her know. She walked into the ladies’ room, doing her best not to look like a woman who already made a bathroom out of her underwear. As expected, no one else was inside. She took her helmet off, and set it on the counter in front of the mirror. Her tired reflection looked back at her. Her blonde hair was messy, and only barely resembled the ponytail she’d put it in earlier. She entered the biggest stall available, and mentally braced herself to lower her pants. When she did, she grimaced at the sight of her drenched and yellowed panties. They had been white, once, but an hour and a half of riding and soaking in pee had changed that. Weighing her options, she considered going commando, but she knew that her pants wouldn’t be a great deal more comfortable. For the time being, she settled on getting some toilet paper and wiping her legs down. Jenny froze when she heard the door open. Light footsteps sounded through the bathroom. Jenny hastily yanked her pants back up, ignoring how it pressed her wet panties against her. She peered through an all-too-wide gap in the stall door, and internally screamed when she saw a woman in police attire at the mirror. She was inspecting something about her uniform, but Jenny could tell that her gaze found its way to the slick, black motorcycle helmet on the counter. There was no way they hadn’t radioed every cop for a hundred miles and told them to be on the lookout for that helmet. The cop picked up the helmet, and began to inspect it. While her eyes were away from the mirror that afforded her a view of Jenny’s stall, Jenny quietly slid the door open. She opened up her jacket, and withdrew her pistol from an interior pocket. She cocked it loudly to make the weapon’s presence known, and pressed it into the woman’s back. “Don’t make a move!” Jenny ordered in her most stern voice. The officer’s only movements were to drop the helmet onto the counter, put her hands up, and turn her head slightly to look into the mirror’s reflection. That, and an odd shuddering motion. Her legs shifted repeatedly, and Jenny could see the woman’s face scrunch up. An awful smell hit her, and Jenny could only mutter, “Don’t tell me you just… ” Jenny glanced at the woman’s ass, and looked in disbelief at the large and growing bulge there. Her dark blue pants began to stain as the officer’s somewhat wet load was pushed into them. The poor woman well and truly filled her pants up. Jenny, in her wet underwear, could certainly sympathize with having to hold it, but she’d never soiled herself, before. She’d certainly never had an accident out of fear, before. She was made of sterner stuff than that. “Did you really just crap your drawers?” Jenny asked, judging. She saw the woman’s anger in her reflection, “Why do you think I came to the bathroom, bitch?! You just had to pull this little stunt now, didn’t you?” She was glaring at Jenny’s reflection- and thus at Jenny herself- but the officer’s cheeks were burning read, and tears were brimming in her eyes. There was a soft crackling sound, and the bulge on her ass grew. The officer averted her eyes in shame. There was a wet mound across her rear end, and it looked like some of the mess had escaped down her thighs, as well. Jenny thought her own panties looked bad, but there’d be no saving hers. “Fair enough,” Jenny conceded, “Guess this is what I get for pulling a gun on someone in the toilet. Anyway, here’s what we’ll do: I’m gonna take your gun and walkie-talkie, and I’m gonna handcuff you to something in here. If you don’t make a move, I don’t have to shoot. We clear?” Still scowling, but also still blushing and tearing up, she glanced back to Jenny, “... Clear.” “Awesome,” Jenny confiscated the officer’s gun, sticking it in one of her own pockets. She retrieved the handcuffs, and used her pistol to push the woman forward, and down onto the ground. She cuffed her to a pipe under the sink, and then took the walkie-talkie as she stood back up. The cop was clearly trying to find some way to sit that didn’t have her sitting right on top of her mess. Judging her squirming and cringing, she wasn’t very successful. “Now don’t you worry, I’m sure someone’ll find you before too long.” “Soon as somebody finds me, I’m coming for you,” “Girl, if I were you, I’d be way more focused on coming up with an excuse for why I have a load in my pants,” the cop, “Officer Jones,” as a now-visible name tag identified her, continued to glare at her with the most hateful look. Jenny found pockets to stealthily hide the items she’d taken from Officer Jones, put her own gun away, and reclaimed her helmet. As she reached the door, she turned back to the officer, and put a finger up to the front of her helmet, over her mouth. If Jones was smart, she wouldn’t call out for help. Jenny walked by the employee, who looked even closer to falling into a coma than before. With a mute wave, she left the building. She didn’t even get any gas. She’d have to make do with what little she had left. Resuming her driving, Jenny was certain she was going to have the rash of the century. Her legs were still damp, and already stung lightly. She could only take solace in the fact that she hadn’t shat herself like Jones. Everything else about her night had been shit, just mercifully not in a literal sense. When she saw a road sign announcing the town of Ravenwood, Jenny had little choice but to pay it a visit. The morning sun would be up soon enough, and she was exhausted. Surely, there’d be a hotel with a convenient enough place to stash her bike.

Hi! New here but wondering the best way to go forward with involuntary wetting? Does anyone know any good free hypnosis sites that have worked for them to cause full incontinence, a pee trigger etc?

I've been looking for various means of improving one's ability to hold their bladder under immense pressure, other than using a urethral plus or adjustable cock rings. This has led my search toward the hypnosis side of things. I was curious if anyone knew of any denial/desperation hypnosis audios or videos that cause the listener to become unable to pee until their body can't hold it back anymore. In the case that there isn't, I'd be looking to write up a hypnosis script and voice it to solve this issue!

This isn't my original story. The Algorithm kept on telling me I should read this story, but it was two single-page chapters with no punctuation at all. As I was procrastinating from actually writing something, I decided to take this jumble of words and see how easy it would be to edit into something readable. I'm not really sure why I did this, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I don't actually like the plot of this one, but it was kind of cathartic being able to rework a story for continuity/believability without worrying about the narrative; caring about the writing but not the plot. I tried to get in touch with the original author to ask if I can share this, but I think the account is no longer in use. If you want to compare to the original, it's here. Synopsis "an 18 year old girl gets hypnotised to do baby thing". Chapter 1/4: The Enigmatic Club Sammy awoke to the warmth of the sun streaming through her bedroom window, filling her room with a soft, golden glow. As she lay there, she contemplated what to do on this beautiful day. Once her thoughts had settled on a plan, she eagerly got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, conveniently attached to her room. She glanced in the mirror, ran her fingers through her hair, brushed her teeth, and stepped into a refreshing shower. Feeling revitalised and ready for the day, Sammy returned to her room and carefully selected an outfit. After getting dressed, she headed downstairs to find her mother busy in the kitchen. To her delight, her mother was whipping up a batch of her favourite breakfast – a stack of fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, and perfectly scrambled eggs. As Sammy savoured her delicious meal, she watched some morning television, losing track of time for about an hour. Eventually, she bid her mother goodbye and set off to meet her dear friend, Wendy, at the local park. Wendy, who had recently graduated and was only a month older than Sammy, had arranged to meet her there. At the park, Sammy waited eagerly for Wendy's arrival. When Wendy finally appeared, she was dressed in overalls and a simple white t-shirt, radiating an aura of carefree confidence. They greeted each other warmly. "Hey there, Sammy. How have you been?" Wendy inquired. Sammy replied with a bright smile, "I've been doing well. How about you?" Wendy shared her summer experiences, mentioning she had been going to a club that had started a few days ago and would last for two months. Then she extended an invitation, "Would you like to come check it out with me later?" Sammy, always up for a new adventure, hesitated, her curiosity piqued but her scepticism evident. "I'm not sure, Wendy. What exactly goes on at this club? It all sounds rather mysterious." Wendy and a few others who had gathered at the park chimed in, trying to persuade Sammy. They described it as an intriguing and transformative experience, something that could open her mind to new possibilities. "Come on, Sammy," Wendy urged, "it's a unique opportunity for personal growth and self-discovery. You won't regret it." With some reluctance, Sammy agreed, "Alright, I'll give it a try. But I want to know what I'm getting into." "Great," Wendy replied. "Meet me at my place in 50 minutes. The club starts at 1 o'clock." With that settled, they said their goodbyes, and Wendy went on her way. As Sammy watched her friend's departing figure, she couldn't help but notice a subtle, crinkling sound accompanying every step Wendy took. It was as though something was different about her friend, but Sammy couldn't quite put her finger on it. Sammy arrived home at 12:30 pm, giving her just enough time to gather her things. At 12:35 pm, she left for Wendy's house, which was a 25-minute journey. Upon arrival, she knocked on the door, and Wendy welcomed her with a warm smile. Together, they ventured into a nearby apartment building, making their way to apartment 27B. What they discovered inside left Sammy in utter astonishment. The room resembled a giant nursery, complete with adult-sized diapers. To her bewilderment, Wendy began to strip down to just a diaper, shocking Sammy and making her take a step back. "Whoa, Wendy," Sammy exclaimed, her voice trembling with disbelief. "What's going on here?" The others in the room, who had already shed their clothes and donned adult-sized baby attire, chuckled and approached Sammy. One of them tried to ease her shock by explaining, "Don't worry, Sammy. It's all part of the theme. We're having a costume party, and it's supposed to be fun!" Sammy's scepticism remained, and she hesitated. "I'm not sure about this. It's a bit... unusual, isn't it?" Wendy, now clad in a diaper and a baby bonnet, tried to reassure Sammy. "Come on, Sammy, it's just a costume party. It's going to be a blast, and everyone's doing it. You don't want to be the only one left out, do you?" Feeling torn between her reluctance and the group's insistence, Sammy looked at her friends who had already joined in the quirky festivities. She contemplated the situation and, with a deep breath, decided to embrace the party spirit, even though she wasn't comfortable wearing a diaper like the others. "I suppose I can join in," Sammy conceded, still feeling somewhat out of her element. “Just… I can’t wear one of those. Sorry, I don’t mind if you want to, but it’s too weird for me.” One of the partygoers, noting Sammy's hesitance, offered a solution. "Don't worry, we've got something for you!" They handed her a cute, childlike dress that matched the baby theme. "You can put this on, and it'll fit right in with the party." Sammy accepted the dress. At least it wasn’t a diaper. She quickly changed into it in one of the bathrooms. As she looked at herself in the mirror, the sight was indeed unusual but more in line with the fun and playful atmosphere of a costume party. Sammy rejoined her friends, now feeling a bit more comfortable in her new outfit. As they all prepared to immerse themselves in whatever games they were going to play, she thought, "Well, it's just a costume party. How strange can it really be?" After changing into the dress, Sammy rejoined her friends in their peculiar, baby-themed attire. The room had transformed into a whimsical nursery, and she couldn't help but feel out of place. The atmosphere was playful, but she wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to be doing here. Were they going to play baby games, or just party games dressed like babies? She could even imagine drinking games, for the surreal statement of indulging in an adult pursuit while dressed like babies. Then, Sammy's gaze landed on one of the other girls in the room who appeared to be, shockingly, using her diaper. Sammy's eyes widened in disbelief and she couldn't hide her astonishment as she watched the girl squat and start to push. It was a sight that was far from anything she had anticipated at a costume party, even a bizarre one like this. "Is she... really?" Sammy whispered to Wendy, her voice laden with disbelief. Wendy noticed Sammy's reaction and gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Sammy. It's all just for fun. Some people get a little carried away with the theme, but it's not real. It's like a form of role-play, and nobody is actually using their diapers." Sammy's confusion persisted, but she was relieved to hear Wendy's reassurance. Still, she couldn't help but wonder about the extent of the playacting and the peculiar choices of some of the partygoers. With a friendly smile, Wendy suggested, "If you're feeling a bit overwhelmed by the, uh, uniqueness of this party, we do have a separate room for newcomers who might be a bit apprehensive about some of the more unusual activities. Would you like me to show you?" Sammy gratefully accepted Wendy's offer, realising that perhaps the separate room might provide a more comfortable introduction to this eccentric gathering. "Yes, please, Wendy. I think that would be a good idea." As Sammy and Wendy entered the side room, Sammy felt an immediate sense of relief. The atmosphere here was much calmer, featuring a soft, reclining chair and a large TV screen. It was a stark contrast to the over-the-top baby-themed activities taking place in the main room. Sammy began to settle into the comfortable chair, starting to believe that she might have a more conventional evening, despite the unusual circumstances. But just as she relaxed, Wendy playfully tickled her, causing her to squirm and laugh. Sammy tried to push Wendy's playful advances away, but her laughter only increased as Wendy's tickling persisted. And in the midst of her giggles, she didn't notice the two other girls slipping into the room. They moved with a quiet, stealthy determination, positioning themselves on either side of Sammy's chair. And while Sammy did her best to guard herself from Wendy’s tickling fingers, she didn’t have a hand spare to fend off one hand on her shoulder, one reaching for her sensitive underarm area, and two more pulling her feet to opposite corners of the footrest. Before she knew what was happening, Sammy found herself rendered helpless, unable to resist as the two girls swiftly restrained her to the reclining chair. Nerves surged through her as she realised that despite the cutesy print on the pleather, this seat was really more like a dentist’s chair than any recliner she would have at home. Just what were they planning to do? She couldn’t even ask, as she continued to laugh and squirm under Wendy's playful tickling. Meanwhile the two girls acted swiftly and discreetly, reclining the chair to a horizontal position. Sammy's surprise quickly turned into concern as she felt the restraints pulling her legs apart at the same time. She struggled and attempted to break free, her confusion mounting. If Wendy hadn’t been here she would have been terrified by this situation, but she knew her friend would never do anything really bad to her. It could only be some kind of prank or game, but she couldn’t imagine what their intentions might be. It was then that she noticed one of the girls unrolling something stiff and thick beside her, and her eyes widened in astonishment when she realised that it was a bright pink diaper. Her heart raced as she realised what they were about to do. Sammy's struggles to escape her restraints became more urgent, her eyes darting between her friends and the unfolding events. She couldn't believe that they would be so insistent about their strange dress code. The room seemed to close in around her as her friends gently and methodically placed the diaper beneath her, her confusion deepening with each passing moment. But with baby powder applied and the diaper taped snugly around her waist, they let her sit up again and she felt more confident now, realising that the diaper didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable. It was actually quite soft, and as much as their unconventional way of showing her that had been scary, she knew now that she could easily have gone along with their suggestion in the first place. Dressing like a baby couldn't be that bad.

Well well well, after reading about @Shypurincess epic experience of rapid desperation and wetting at the park, I stumbled upon a comment about pee hypnosis that got me curious. But alas, the content I found was as dull as dishwater and didn't do it for me. So being the silly sausage that I am, I got a bit carried away and made my own hypnosis audio using some funky AI techniques. And guess what? It's designed to make you unconsciously leak - how cheeky is that? But hold your horses, uploading audio files to this website ain't that simple. So I took matters into my own hands and uploaded it to SoundCloud. And now, I'm dying to know what you all think of it. Does it work? Does it make you giggle? If it does, I'd be thrilled to whip up a few more with different themes. So, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and search for "Pee Hypno" on SoundCloud or look for "Mycall" - trust me, it's worth it 😜 Here's a link that may or may not work, but I'm sure you'll figure it out. Enjoy the ride, my friends, I'm about to test it myself!

Fire Emblem: The Nervous Recluse Connecting story to The Mage Prodigy: Part 1 "HUH?" Awaken, Bernadetta groggily opened her eyes to the familiar darkness of the dorm room around her. As a surprisingly solid sleeper, this was a phenomenon in and of itself. Something was off. The room was consumed in complete darkness with only a sliver of moonlight creeping in through the open window. A soft autumn breeze rolled in, its chill making Bernadetta sneak further under the thick covers for warmth. There was at least a distinct pleasant smell to the autumn breeze to give her appreciation for waking up unprovoked. It was her favorite season easily despite how much time she spent in this room. Wait. Waking up at a strange hour of the night? Running through her head a source of despair revealed itself. Panicking, the purple-haired girl scrambled with her hands to check the bedsheets beneath her. With a thankful sigh, they were perceived as still dry. It had been a while since an unwanted discovery like that, yet the danger still lingered. She gave a small and near silent exhale, a dreadful fear slipping away finding the bed to be in good condition. When first joining the monastery Garreg Mach, Bernadetta was so desperately concerned about the rooming situation. Her room would be everything to her, a simple yet precious sanctuary to retreat to and enjoy her life. Sharing that with a complete stranger at least felt a little violating. The purple-haired girl's lifestyle seemed unique and many could not be receptive to such a conduct. She was paired with Lysithea, a petite, white-haired and diligent student apt to spending long hours in the library and study rooms of the academy. Initially, outside of the Houses, it was unclear to her how students were paired off for dormitories. Very soon after the semester had begun it became glaringly apparent why Lysithea and Bernadetta were paired while sitting in different Houses: Both occasionally were prone to wetting the bed. The bedding in their room was just the slightest bit thicker than the other rooms and accommodated with linens a little more specialized. The linen closet was stocked a tad more thoroughly and instructors monitored their room more closely than most. Garreg Mach at least seemed to respect their dilemma with as much subtlety as they could. With those details Bernadetta could only speculate as much, but of course that detail would go unspoken and unconfirmed. It was a strangely bonding secret between the two girls and helped them to quickly become close friends. As two fairly independent students that spent a lot of time by themselves, the simple relationship between the two felt natural. Behind the closed door of a dormitory room, it felt much easier to expose that vulnerability and eventually others. To confide in someone who knew the same shame and need for secrecy became someone to celebrate successes and support when misses did occur. Who better to know than to be consoled by someone who knew the challenges of a soaked bed so well? An unsuccessful night could quickly turn either of them to uncontrollable sobbing and a desperate need to be consoled. As they both grew older, each eagerly awaited to "grow out of bedwetting" as they had continually been told would happen, but that day did not come. Stress, anxiety, fear, nightmares: these devious influences would catch one of them unaware and to wake to a cold, wet mess. On particularly vulnerable nights the two would share a bed, finding comfort in the closeness and warmth of each other's bodies. Bedwetting started as a shameful secret of their youth, most children went through a phase of some sort. Yet as time went on and soaked sheets continued on as adults, it soon became a critical secret that swore the two to the utmost secrecy. Now grown adults, they even more crucially depended and cherished each other's support. Drifting back to her current situation, the young woman's eyes finally became more adapted to the darkness of the room, with some of the outlines showing faintly. What woke her up? The dreadful silence of the room offered no answers. She rolled over on her side, now clearly seeing an empty bed where Lysithea would be lying. Up late studying likely, although even this seemed late for her, but not unheard of. As if hearing her thoughts and need for an answer, a flicker of blue magicks briefly illuminated around her body under the sheets in a swirl of foreign runes. A warming pulse of energy wrapped around her waist tightening to a quick bind, before disappearing just as soon as it had appeared. It caused a brief, inviting warmth to shudder through her entire being, yet the whole spectacle seemed to disappear just as quickly as it had arrived. Bernadetta's studies had not been around Reason magic recently, but even with her limited knowledge it was clear that a spell had just been triggered on her with no indication of its source. A new and strong unease filled her body. Was this an attack on Garreg Mach or accidental cast from one of her classmates? Anyone else would have spurred to action to find immediate answers, but the meek and timid Bernadetta simply sat in her bed considering. Anxiously, her hands tightly gripped the thick bedsheets she was tucked under. "Lysithea?", she called out full well knowing the small, white-haired girl was absent and hoping for an easy out. However the empty room provided no response. Bernadetta explored with her hand around her waist where she had seen the glowing, only to find everything as it should be. The young girl, now defeated, laid down once more and rested her head back on the pillow, staring up at the stone ceiling and wooden beams blankly. She was teeming with indecision and disquiet, locked in a battle to leave the room or wait to see what happened. Her natural uncertainty won out, laying in bed with a gnawing anxiety and unease. The spell's effects would at some point wear off or she could fall asleep and wake up tomorrow free of its impact. An all too familiar sensation in her body would not let Bernadetta wander back to sleep however. Now as an adult woman, the dread of bedwetting was much stronger than as a child. There would be sheets to clean, there was a smell to mask, and a shame that was even harder to conceal; all as strong deterrents against these accidents. A slight need lingered in her bladder and with Bernadetta's history she would become acutely aware of the consequences of not taking advantage of waking up this early in the morning. She dreaded getting out of bed and ran a hand over where her bladder was, finding it flat and deflated. Maybe she could just go back to sleep and take the risk? She laid there tentatively weighing the choices. As the purple-haired girl lay under the sheets a new vicious and magical heat spurred to life within her, tickling the nerves all throughout her body in a short rhythmic flow. Bernadetta squeaked in confusion and panic, although not completely opposed to the sensation. It gave her body a soft, pleasurable buzz that lingered for a minute then left. Bernadetta lightly bit her bottom lip nervously, this was no doubt the magic now taking effect.

This is a story I already posted on other sites; thought I should try sharing here and see if it gets any interest. Not sure I got the tagging right (what's the difference between "Participating Genders" and "Participant Genders"?), but here goes… The Baby Makers Chapter 1. Country House It was a grand old house, in the middle of nowhere. Not like a country estate owned by some old, rich person. No, this was literally in the middle of nowhere; as far as it was possible to get from a public road. There were disused quarries in between, forests long since given back to impenetrable walls of thorns, and acres of scrubby grasslands where the quality of the soil was too low to make commercial farming worthwhile. It wasn’t even high enough, or pretty enough, for hikers to come and trade footprints for photographs. They had to have chosen the place deliberately. Ana walked slowly up to the front doors, looking all around her as her shoes crunched on the gravel. Long lines of trees. Formal gardens, which must have cost a fortune to maintain, made a three-acre island in the middle of the wilderness. The grounds were immaculately set out, but there was no sign of gardeners tending to the displays. The house itself rose up ahead, three floors of impressive red brick. As she came closer Ana took a look inside, to find out what exactly these people were doing. She couldn’t sense anything, though. The whole place was screened, and locked down tight. That wasn’t exactly a surprise, but from everything she’d heard it was rare for anyone outside of the Order to mask their business so effectively. That was more grounds for suspicion; she would have to go inside. Eventually, Ana came to the front doors. They seemed built to a slightly larger scale than normal, so the ornate brass knocker was at eye level. In fact, it seemed like the entire building was constructed a little larger than the usual size. She could immediately see a couple of reasons someone would go to the trouble of making a large house like that, and she ran through them in their mind as she waited for a response to her knock. The first reason, and the most likely, would be to intimidate potential visitors. Ana wasn’t intimidated; she was here on behalf of the Supreme Order, and no initiate of the Order was ever afraid. They had absolute control of their own minds and responses before anything else. The larger door could also be to make the building suitable for people larger than a typical human. Maybe for a yeti, or bigfoot. Maybe for genetically engineered giants, or the rangy physique of alien visitors. Ana didn’t find that at all likely, because as a member of the Order she had access to the Black Library, and so knew the facts of cryptozoology with a certainty that even the most die-hard sceptic could never aspire to. And even with screening this good, there was no way some mad scientist could have developed a growth serum without the Order knowing. The last reason that came to mind was that it would make people approaching the door feel small and weak, possibly embarrassingly so, and would thus place them at a psychological or emotional disadvantage in the coming negotiations. Ana already knew she was small and weak, but she’d never let that make her feel inferior. She might not be as strong as many of her classmates, but she knew that her intelligence, her understanding or tactics, her quick thinking, and her reflexes more than made up for any lack of raw power. And as far as embarrassment was concerned, she considered that growing up around her parents, and with a name like Andromeda Anastasia Fairchild, had inoculated her against any future self-consciousness. Whatever their tricks, they would not work today. She judged two minutes had passed now, and still no answer. She reached up to the knocker again, and slammed it down hard. It was polished brass, old metal, and heavy enough to leave you in no doubt about its purpose. Ana liked that; so much more reliable than many of modern society’s ephemeral creations. Eventually, the door started to open. Ana reflexively stepped back, not quite sure what she was expecting. She was sure they wouldn’t attack her right away, or almost sure. The Order of Supremacy wasn’t widely known, and they didn’t make many enemies. Ana was the first representative who had been dispatched to this remote house, so in all probability the people inside had no idea what she was here for. It looked like the kind of door that would give a long and ominous creak, almost like the timber was screaming. But the sound was just a little whine of metal on metal, a hinge that might not have been oiled quite as recently as it would like. The space beyond the door was bright and airy, lit by windows somewhere higher up the building. The lobby seemed to extend all the way up to the roof, and sunlight flooded in to create a golden haze at the top. Heavy wooden staircases coiled around the edge of the room, and there was a desk in a similar dark and expensive timber in the centre. Behind the desk was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. His hair was shot through with grey, with just enough speckles left to let the careful observer know it had once been red. He was dressed in a white shirt today, with a tie that would have passed as formal attire were it not decorating with lurid yellow smiling faces. In one shirt pocket he had three pens, and the end of a chain which surely led to a watch in the opposite pocket. A bizarre clash of casual and formal, traditional and modern. Ana didn’t give him her full attention yet. She was more concerned by the person behind the door. It didn’t seem like the kind of place that would have automatic doors, not if that one weighed as much as it looked and sounded. A quick glance to the side confirmed this. She saw a rather old-fashioned lever lock that probably hadn’t been changed in half a century. Something like that would require a human being, or at least a servant more sentient than a simple motor to lift the latch. There was a person standing behind the door, but he was simply a servant. There was no hostility or aggression coming off him at all. So Ana turned her attention back to the figure behind the desk. A bureaucrat, she was sure. Not an owner, not a villain. The kind of mind that would happily count the number of paperclips it used each day, and would be proud of balancing the books. The kind of person who would be very easy to get answers out of. Although for an operative as skilled as Ana it rarely mattered; there was no way a human would ever be beyond her ability to manipulate.

“Enter,” Ember says, her voice as sultry and inviting as ever. I still remember the feel of the wood against my skin, the creak of the door as I pushed against it with all my might, the intoxicating smells of the room, even the dress she wore that night.“You summoned, your grace?” I said as I solemnly marched into the room, kneeling beside her chair as I always did. The only lighting in the room came from the fireplace and the glow Ember naturally emitted, an almost angelic light that gave her an otherworldly aura. I rose at the wave of her hand, keeping my arm crossed over my chest, scanning the features of her face from the side angle she provided me. It didn’t matter how many times I was summoned; her expressions always intrigued me enough that I couldn’t help but stare at her. The moment she turned to look at me, the climate changed, and my gaze wandered elsewhere. Her velvety chuckle sent a tingle through my body like a jolt of electricity. I had to bite my lip to stifle my moans. She didn’t make it easy for me, especially when she started stroking the underside of my chin. I purred for her like a little kitten. She laughed softly, patting my head. “Good girl,” She cooed before returning her fingers to the underside of my chin, guiding my gaze back to her emerald-green eyes. I could feel the breath being forced from my body as I stared back, feeling the pull of her gaze as strong as a black hole. She sat back on the couch, patting the space next to her.“Sit here,” She says in that affectionate tone of hers. I obediently took my seat, barely managing a moan in reply to her request. She immediately thrusts her feet into my lap. The room suddenly felt warm again as her heel dug into my nether regions. She knew how much I enjoyed this feeling and took joy from the shuddering gasps that left my lips as my hands moved to their positions. I massaged her feet as we held our usual meeting. She didn’t have to ask or command me to do it. I just wanted to do it. I craved the feeling of her feet against my hand, feeling her practically stepping on my lap and feeling my thumbs rubbing against the balls of her feet. We would talk about anything and everything. I told her about my latest conquests done in her name, and the evolution of my hypnosis style. She in return would tell me all about her day. Small things like about that neighbor that annoyed her, or that new song she heard at work. She had my full attention no matter what the topic was. I was obsessed with the sound of her voice, her laugh, anything having to do with her. Anything to keep her talking. “Hehe you're getting wet, aren’t you? I can feel it.” She’d tease me, snapping me from my stupor. I’d notice I was grinding against her foot a little, so aroused by her speech. She’d curl her finger at me, and I’d lay my head down in her lap. Was this how clouds felt? Such silly thoughts were at the forefront of my mind, and they were the last things I thought about before the haze kicked in, and suddenly I felt numb. I didn’t feel like I was in that room, I didn’t feel her knees against the sides of my head, I didn’t feel anything. At that moment I was not a person, just a hole in the universe in the shape of one. When I woke up, I had already soiled myself, completely ruining my panties. My spirit came rattling back into my body, feeling the intense burning sensation of arousal, but I had no reference as to what caused this intense pleasure. A second later I lost my reason to care. One more stroke under my chin and I was back in that place, spell bound and grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. “Let’s play around with you some.” Ember would say as she held her hands up over her head, I would mirror the movement with less grace, as if she controlled all my motor functions through strings. I didn’t care that she made me touch myself, rubbing my fingers against the folds of my skin, feeling the wetness of my panties around my finger. I didn’t care about anything, all that existed was the desire to please her, and serve her every command. It was over as suddenly as it began, and I found myself oblivious and wet, wondering what it would take to return to her side again.

This is a story I started writing quite some time ago, as an interactive book. I was actually considering releasing it on Kindle as an interactive book, back when there was a big fad for those things (the Algorithm was basically rewarding authors by recommending books where readers skip back and forth in the text a lot). This is interactive. I've written several full paths through the story, but some of them are still incomplete. And I think posting it might help to boost my motivation to keep working on it. I'll post it one chapter at a time, and give you the options that would have been at the end of the chapter. After a week, if people prefer a particular option, I will continue with that one; writing the missing chapters if necessary. If there's no response, I might continue with a random selection, but I think that might be a clue that this isn't a story people are interested in. Anyway, without further ado… Birthday Games [0] Once Upon a Time Karin sauntered down the street, arms swinging happily. It was her birthday today, and she was expecting a truly spectacular present from me. I was pretty confident she’d love it, we’d discussed what it was going to be so many times over the last three months. I’d been clever with my words, though, so she had no idea what to expect as she headed into college. There was a steady breeze, and her hair whipped back like a waving flag. Even though it was long enough to reach her shoulders, it rarely touched them, preferring to stick out in all directions. Since she’d had it dyed platinum blonde, she looked more than ever like a dandelion clock. I thought it was adorable, and now she was starting to bloom with enough confidence to take pride in her natural style; going with what worked for her, rather than following whatever style the media currently declared to be fashionable. Her arms stopped swinging when she heard a chiming sound from her bag. She was carrying two bags today. One was a medium size backpack, which she’d picked up on the way out of the house without really thinking about it. She assumed it contained her present, which in a way it did, so she wasn’t going to peek inside until she felt it was an appropriate time to open it. The sound, though, came from the purse slung over her shoulder. This was a fashionable bag, just large enough to carry a Moleskine notebook, a pair of sunglasses just in case, and other essentials like her student bus pass. Today, it contained a cell phone. It was a little smaller than the one she’d been using for the last couple of years, and a sleek lilac finish that seemed to reflect every colour of the rainbow when it caught the light at the right angle. The only breaks in the iridescent coating were a few buttons around the edge, and the screen which occupied most of one side. Right now it was showing a spiral in shifting purple hues, matching the styling of the hardware. This was a present that had taken a lot of thought, she knew. As she looked at it, wondering what to do next, words rippled into view at the centre of the swirl. « Happy Birthday Princess » The letters were bold and simple, but still gave the impression of ornate handwriting with a few subtle swooshes. Beneath them, more words appeared like handwriting, but the invisible pen always making clockwise loops around each character. « A Fantasy Game of Wish Fulfillment » « Are you ready, Princess? » The question mark developed with a huge swirl, taking up most of the screen, and Karin found her eyes following the end of the line as it looped around, and around, and around to form a second spiral almost aligned with the one in the background. She was still walking slowly as she watched, but a good deal slower than her usual breezy pace now. She didn’t even notice that she nodded as she read the question, but it seemed the new phone did. The programmers were very skilled, and the special application was designed to track the movement of her eyes across the screen. As long as she played the game, she wouldn’t need to give a single thought to the controls. « Choose Your Theme, Princess » «Bliss» - «Challenge» - «Humiliation» - «Magic» Her eyes danced across the labels, each emblazoned on a pastel pink diamond with its own spirals mirroring the background of the whole screen. She glanced at all the options, of course, but this time the game was watching how long her eyes lingered on each, her gaze flickering back and forth between two or three favourites before returning to the centre of the spiral. She turned left onto Charter Street, a quiet tree-lined avenue. She’d walked this route often enough that she didn’t pay attention to the landmarks on a normal day, whether she was concerned with talking on the phone, speculating about what I was going to surprise her with today, or composing a mental rough draft of one of her papers for college. Staring at the phone wasn’t any more distraction, and there was nobody else around at this time of day. This shortcut wasn’t on the way to college for students coming from the low-rent accommodations most of them were limited to, so depending on the time of her first lecture she would often have the whole walk to herself. « Thank you for your choice, Princess » She blinked in surprise, wondering when she’d even made a choice. [2] (In this case, I'm not offering the choice because all the chapters I've already written go in the same direction; although I might do a second book if I have any ideas for the others) The swirling, nebulous text faded away and a picture slid on from the side of the screen. It was clearly Karin, drawn in an anime style by an artist who knew how to represent just how attractive she was. It left no doubt that her small stature, wild hair, and almond eyes combined to create a stunningly beautiful figure. She knew right away that this present had been programmed from scratch just for her; if there had been any doubt in her mind before. The caption at the top of the screen said ‘magic’, and the picture beneath split into two. Karin dressed as a wizard, with a flowing but somehow revealing robe and a pointed hat, stared in rivalry at Karin with a tiny dress of pink gossamer and glittering fairy wings. [3] Submissive Her eyes darted right as the two versions separated, and the wizard quickly vanished from the screen. That was one choice I hadn’t been able to guess which she would go for, so I had given my full attention to both scripts. The next question was in the same style. At the top of the screen was a caption, ‘Humiliation’, and below it the fairy Karin divided into two different images. One, however, had her fairy dress trimmed down to the absolute minimum required by decency, flesh on show in a display you wouldn’t normally associate with a fairy. The other seemed almost like her natural self, but maybe more innocent and childlike. A naïve young fairy, sitting on the ground amid a scattering of broken plates. Both options this time were blushing heavily, and it didn’t take much thought to work out what the game was asking. She must have chosen humiliation from the first menu, and now the game wanted to know if she would rather have the main character in her story humiliated as a slut, or as a klutz. She blushed for a second as she thought of all the things that could happen, with either option. She wasn’t sure if the game was going to end up humiliating the character on screen, who looked so much like her, or if the magic would extend outside the game somehow to embarrass her for real. But either way, the thought of the possible shame made her blush as vividly as either of the fairy princesses on the screen. [4] Clumsy Then the slut fairy vanished, and the klutz shifted to the centre of the screen. That was a surprise to her, and to me as well when the app notified me of her choice. Karin loved being made to act like a slut, showing off her body or casually flirting in ways she’d never have the nerve for if she could choose. She’d told me many times over the last six months that it was one of her favourite things about being in a relationship with a master hypnotist. Today, it seemed, she wanted to try something a little different. The image on screen faded again, broken crockery vanishing and the fairy’s clothes becoming less rumpled as she got to her feet. Then there was a wand in her hand, and she smiled the smile of the truly oblivious. “Hello!” the fairy spoke, and her voice came through Karin’s bluetooth earpiece as well as subtitles on the screen. Karin was smart enough to recognise her own voice put through a few digital filters, but didn’t think to ask how we’d got the original recordings without her remembering. “My name’s Birthday, and my job is granting people’s wishes when they really deserve it! Today I’m going to tell you a story about when I gave a princess a very special wish, but it didn’t quite go like I hoped. Oh, I know!” A light bulb popped up above the fairy’s head, and Karin couldn’t help giggling at the slightly cheesy theatrics. She couldn’t wait to see how this was going to go, and automatically found herself looking around to make sure she was alone. She noticed two things then. First, that the game on this mysterious phone seemed to pause when she looked away. This confirmed her guess that it was watching her eye movements, a new control method that our friend Donald had been talking about for some time. He was hoping this was the innovation in user interface design that would make him a fortune, and from how naturally it had read her preferences so far, Karin had to admit that maybe he was on to something. The second thing she noticed was the large clock on St Bart’s church tower at the end of the avenue. She was more than an hour early for her first lecture, presumably having set her alarm for the wrong time in her excitement the night before. That meant she could afford to take a walk around the park, the site of the old Freeman’s Quarry. “Why don’t we act it out?” the fairy continued as soon as Karin looked back at the screen, “I’ll play the fairy, Birthday, and you can play Princess Karin! Have you got time to have some fun?” Karin nodded, but this time the game wasn’t waiting for an answer; it already knew she had time, and the question was just a formality. “This story happened on the Princess’s most special birthday, her coming of age day. This is something that happens to Princesses when they get to a certain age, when they’re … umm … how old is it?” A selection of ages appeared on the screen, numbers from 14 to 21 in the same style as the options from the first menu. Karin figured that this story would be most interesting if the character had just enough youthful naïvete, but was old enough to be corrupted by whatever kind of sexy shenanigans I had envisioned. Her eyes wavered back and forth between the «16» and «18» bubbles, and when the bubbles popped she found that she had no idea which one her eyes might have darted to first. But she knew for sure that this year was her special birthday, and the whole kingdom would be celebrating as the princess turned… What age did she choose? (if people have preferences, let me know. And if there's anything else you'd like to see, let me know – it's never too late to make adjustments. I think her initial age doesn't have that much direct effect on the story, but I'm open to new ideas) Thanks for reading so far 🙂

Hello, Omo.org! For those who don't know me, I'm KimAustad, and previously I've made a number of videos involving pants wetting via hypnosis. I'm currently looking for more hypnosis scripts for even more wetting videos! I'd like to post them here for free as I've done with a number of my old, archived content from PornHub. Alternatively, I'd love to hear new ideas for wetting videos (with or without hypnosis) that I could also film. If you're familiar with my content, and wish to provide a script or video idea, I'd like to read it over and possibly film a video for it! You can send all messages to [email protected]. Some ground rules: - No nudity. (I'll be fully clothed in these. You can specify an outfit, if I own the clothes to put it together!) - No sharing of personal info. (Face or voice reveals, addresses) I plan to make this content free on this site, but if you'd like to commission paid content involving other things, non-hypnosis wetting, faux-soiling, diapers, etc, I'm open to discussing potential videos. Thanks to you all, hope to read your scripts and video ideas soon! I buy all my clothes on Amazon. If you wish to commission a video, or just send a tip, Amazon Gift Cards are the way I buy supplies for content making! 🙂

Well, it's about time I kept my promise. I said I would talk about Ember, and about my experience with falling under her spell, and I shall. So, without further ado, here is the story of a little cub and an angel. I will never forget how it happened. It was briefly after my initial induction to the group worshiping Amanda. I was a cocky brat, thinking I was entitled to so much more for my hypnotic talents, thinking that I deserved a spot among the absolute most elite of them all, standing as an angel at the side of the goddess. That is when I met her. That is when I learned of my place in the hierarchy. She called me aside with her sweet words, asked me to sit down across from her. She played on my ego, stroked it like a kitten and watched me purr and sing for her. I spoke of how many people I had brought under my thrall like a bounty hunter, moving on from subject to subject constantly searching for that thrill, that challenge, that subject who I would show the depths of mindless bliss to. It had become easy, almost effortless for me. Just a few words, some symbolism, and a vision to put into my subject's mind of some happily ever after I could only assume they craved from the moment they walked through my door. Ember, however, was different. Where most subjects I encountered were easy to read, easy to understand what it is they desired and how to play on them to wrap them around my finger in a spell binding game we played, I could not understand Ember at all. She was aloof when we spoke, unshaken by my subtle attempts at reading her, even going as far as letting me take my chance on her mind only to fail miserably, realizing I had barely scratched the surface. I was in awe of this girl, in awe of her mind, and I craved her. I craved bringing her down under my control and proving my worth. That's when the game changed, when I had lost. Where I was unable to read into her personality, she read mine like a book. She knew the thrill that I sought after well and knew how to make it work to her advantage. I felt that tingle inside, that thrill and rush of adrenaline that came with bringing a subject down into my spell, knowing that they were mine to control and manipulate as I pleased, and turned it around. Suddenly the idea of serving became enticing to me, the idea of being bowed at the knee before her made sense. Within a few sessions I was completely obsessed with pleasing her. I had made her laugh, and she found amusement in my theatrics, and I had found love in her words. Not the kind of love that binds two souls forever but something else. It was warm, like a blanket being swaddled around me. I felt so weak before her so helpless in my attempts at controlling her before, but something about that surrender felt so good. I felt peace that I never knew I could possibly feel, and I came to associate it with being in her presence. The transformation had been complete, and she made sure I never forgot my place again. In her tutelage I learned to surrender my pride, to fully submit to her will and to serve her with every fiber of my being. She told me if I wanted to control, this was the presence I should command over them. She commanded me to soil myself, and after a battle within my own mind I found myself submitting...I remember that first rush as the urine poured down my legs, filling into my panties like a balloon before popping and letting the urine rush down. I remember feeling so hazy, so feverish as the urine rushed down, my knees quivering and shaking so weak as she held my shoulders. I curled my toes into the puddle forming under my feet, feeling them soak in the warm fluid like a sponge. I was embarrassed, but I felt so free doing it. Every step I took felt so light, like I was floating above water, continuing to feel the pressure build and release in my bladder constantly. Imagine peeing, but never being able to stop, all while feeling unable to put your feet down, like you are being lifted up so high all you can do is touch your toes to the ground, feeling so light and feeling this burst of warmth in your chest lifting you up like a hot air balloon. That was what being under Ember's control was like. It was wonderful and strange and arousing all at the same time. I could feel her everywhere I went, and it kept me complacent to her will even when she wasn't talking to me directly. I was her pet, and proudly so.

So I had this dream not long ago which really startled and confused me when I had it. It was the hottest dream I think I had ever conceived but it confused me as to why exactly I found it so arousing. I think as far as my omorashi fetish is concerned I am on the lower scale of things. I get aroused watching people pee their pants, mostly when it involves them being hypnotized to do so, watching them stand there mindlessly drooling standing at attention as the urine starts trickling down their legs, waking them up then after to the result. But I personally am not aroused by golden shows or pee drinking or really most things beyond just watching someone just pee themselves and then reap the humiliating result to follow...at least...until this dream. I also do have a mild foot fetish. Similar to my omorashi fetish I am once again on the lower scale of things where I am interested in watching people walk around barefoot, and I like being able to be barefoot myself feeling the carpet brushing against my feet mostly because I love sensory stuff like that, especially in rp. I like being able to interact with and feel the world around me, and I feel we do so much of that through our feet which inspired the fetish. In my dream, both fetishes were dialed up to a higher notch than I normally like and did things I normally like, but the thing is...I didn't hate it one bit. Like I thought I would be less okay with this dream than I was. In the dream I had hypnotized a character from one of my favorite shows, someone who is cocky and sassy and perfect for my tastes in hypnosis. I love taking people so dependent, who can stand perfectly well on their own two feet,and robbing them of that ability with my powers. I had her sitting in a chair across from me, eyes swirling as she waited perfectly for my commands. I told her to put her feet in my lap....and I started grinding against her heel while she just stared at me like a lifeless doll. After a while of doing it I began to pee myself..a big wet patch forming on my panties as the urine pooled in between my crossed legs from my grinding...My subjects heel was dipping into the puddle I made...and suddenly I took hold of her foot, brought it to my face, and started dragging my tongue along it as I shuddered and moaned. It was the most visual dream I'd had in a while but I thought I'd share it here. Is it weird? Am I weird?

A hypnosis based story focusing on heavy humiliation/degredation/emasculation, with lots of bedwetting and fear/stress/submissive wetting based on an adoptable i bought a while ago. The kind of hypnosis focused on repetition. Very little introduction, just straight into it. This is my first time posting anything I've written, i hope you like it 👉👈 Please excuse any spelling mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker. -------------------- Part 1. When he'd said yes to this, Travis had been sure it was fake. He'd maybe been a bit mean, poking fun at his new roommate for believing so sincerely in something like hypnosis, not to mentioned he believed he could actually do it himself, too. He had laughed when Joss challanged him to let himself be hypnotize, agreeing immiditaly, feeling totally secure and not afraid to put his money where his mouth was. He wasn't laughing now, however. His eyes followed the mesmerizing swing of the eccentric looking pocketwatch joss was swaying infront of him. He distantly heard Joss's voice, saying something about relaxing, about focusing on the watch. He'd been saying that for a while, atleast that's what Travis thought. How much time had passed actually? He didn't know, and he couldn't bring himself to worry about it. His mind was far to full of a distant voice belonging to someone he no longer remembered, and the side to side swinging of the pocket watch. Maybe it was no one elses voice at all, but merely his own thoughts. "You", said the voice. "Are a bedwetter". Shock ran through him. No, that wasn't true, why would would anyone think that? "Thats right. You are a bedwetter. You just don't wake up when you have to pee at night. No, you simply pee in your bed, sleeping peacefully and undisturbed. Yes.. and it happens every night. Every night you brush your teeth, put on your pjamas, get in bed, and drift off to sleep. Then, when you wake up in the morning, your bed is wet. You... are a bedwetter" A deep embarrassment filled him at the tought of it. It was not true. Ok, the part about brushing his teeth was true, and the part about putting on his pj's... but he didn't wet the bed! "You're embarrassed, arn't you? Yes, of course. Wetting the bed at your age? Of course you're embarrassed. Most people stop wetting the bed by the time they are 5 years old, and here you are, a fully grown adult, still peeing yourself every night" Shame burned inside him. Just as the voice said, he was embarrassed. A distant memory from when he was a child floated across his mind. A memory of waking up in soaked sheets, the feeling of devistation when he realized he'd had another accident, knowing he was too old for this. That was so long ago...wait, was it long ago? Was he even a child in that memory? "That's right. You're a bedwetter. And you know what that means, don't you? You will wet the bed again. When you go to sleep tonight, you will wake up wet. And the night after that, and the night after that. Every night, for the rest of your life. It doesn't matter that you're embarrassed, it doesn't matter how much you dont want it to happen. You're just a helpless bedwetter, you have no control" He felt that feeling of wrongness, of resistance. He didn't want to wet his bed... but that didn't matter, he realized. He couldn't choose whether or not he wet the bed... he had no controll. "That's right, you have no choice. What you want doesn't matter, you can't help it. When you fall asleep, you wake up wet, it's inevitable. You're too pathetic to do anything about it. You have no control" That memory wafted through his mind again, and indeed, he was no child. He was an adult, waking up in a wet bed. He unconciously swallowed around the lump in his throat. How could he still be wetting his bed, even at 22 years old? He felt so humiluated, coming to the realization that it would always be like this. There was nothing he could do... he couldn't do anything about it. "You know what else is embarrassing? You pee yourself when you're nervous" Another wave of shock shot through him. That defenetly wasn't true. He did not wet himself while he was awake. "Yes, yes you do. You feel it right now, don't you? When you're stressed it's like your bladder shrinks to half it's size. You're a weak little man, you can't defend yourself, you can't handle stressful situations... all you can do is pee your pants to show how pathetic you are, and hope someone takes pity on you" That thought was terrifying. Being forced to humiliate himself like that because he was weak and helpless... His bladder felt full, but for the life of him there was nothing he could do to focus on it. The swaying of the watch was all he could really register. "You don't want that, do you? You don't want to piss your pants. But that doesn't matter. You're weak, you're pathetic, you have no way to defend yourself from anyone. It doesn't matter how much you don't want to, you have no control. You're too scared, too insecure, too nervous. You wet yourself when you're nervous, you know you do". If he had been more concious, maybe he would have noticed his seat grow warm and wet, or heard the splattering on the floor, but he didn't. There was only an eccentric looking pocket watch, swinging soothingly from side to side. "Well now.... you see? You've wet yourself", the voice pointed out for him. Any doubts in his mind got drowned out by shame when he realized the voice was right. Despite his blank expression in real life, his inner consciousness was writhing in shame. When had it happened? Why? 'because you're a weakling, because you have no control', his subconscious whispered back at him. "It's to be expected. You're a bedwetter, it's not so strange you would wet yourself while awake too. Stressful situations are just too much for you. You have no control" It did make sense. He didn't like it, but it did make sense. "Good" the voice praised him, drawn out and pleased. "You understand. Now you say it" He didn't really understand. Say it? He wasn't sure he remebered how to speak. "Say it. You're a bedwetter. Even though you're an adult, you wet the bed every night" "Im... a bedwetter" he mumbled out, surpring himself. "Even though I'm an adult... i wet the bed... every night" "That's right" it praised again. "And you wet your pants when you're nervous. Stressful feelings are too much for a bedwetter like you, and it makes you piss yourself. Come on, say it" "I wet my pants... when I'm nenervous", He repeated carefully. The voice was quiet, waiting patiently for him to continue. The puddle he was sitting in reminded him it was all true. "It's overwhelming...and it makes me... pee myself..." "Very good. That's right. And how do you feel about that?" "...it's embarrassing..." he awnsered, his voice thin and fragile. He didn't want to wet himself. He was 22 years old! "But there's nothing you can do, is there?" "...no, there's nothing i can do" There it was. The deal was sealed. He had admitted it himself, and it would now be reality. To be continued. ----------------- If anyone reads this, please tell me what you think... this is purely self indulgent, but i hope it scratches the itch for some of you, too.

I'd love to force a woman or a trans m2f to wear diapers and wet them till they leak while tied to the bed. Then proceed to fuck them till they love me. Fill them up with my cum till they can't hold anymore, re-diaper them up so they don't drip my cum all day over the place. Thus the training of my little diaper lover will begin. The pic is of me I more than likely I will wear with you. -Diapered Daddy

Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

Hello dear reader, the following short story is not for everyone, as you can already see from the tags. This is my first post here, but I have already written a bit on other platforms. Please let me know if there is something formally wrong with this post, will correct it as soon as possible.🙂 I'm not completely satisfied with the beginning, as it is a bit rushed, but I wanted to keep the whole story short, so I was better able to focus on the aspects later on. I hope that I have managed the end better 😄 If something bothers you I'm happy about constructive criticism, but please not too deprecating because that would make me sad 😞 (Note: I am not a native speaker) If you like it let me know, that's very motivating 😄 Viviane is a young Amazon woman working at a regression center for unruly, criminal, or otherwise problematic Betweeners. She thinks that all Betweeners should be treated here, embracing their infantile side and stopping with this charade of trying to appear adult. Therefore, Viviane greatly enjoys her work, supervising the Betweeners during their descent into diapers. Her workplace uses a combination of regression drugs and hypnosis. Amazons have a high resistance to those things, but as it can still affect them slowly, there are safety regulations in place. For example, it is not allowed to stay with a patient in the room during hypnosis training. Viviane thinks herself superior, her mind is an impregnable fortress. In her opinion, no strong Amazon would ever fall to such hilarious hypnosis. She firmly believes that these regulations are only for the weak-minded that belong in thick diapers, so she doesn’t care to leave each time when a hypnosis session takes place. In fact, she enjoys watching those Betweeners squirm as their minds start to melt under the hypnosis videos. Just like right now: Viviane stands right next to a Betweener, which is transfixed into a stroller. Restraints on arms and legs keep the Betweener from running away, while Infront of them is a screen showing an episode of Naomi and Oliver. A typical start for new arrivals. The Betweener is watching the program in a trance with eyes opened wide, suckling on the pacifier in its mouth. Viviane watches with malevolent glee, knowing what is about to come. Then the Betweener starts to make grunting noises before the diaper starts to swell. A noxious smell starts to permeate the air as the episode finishes. Right after Viviane grabs the still-expanding bulge at the backside of the Betweeners diaper and gives it a good squeeze. She gloats, “What a naughty Betweener we have here. So much for your supposed adulthood. Seems to me quite warm and squishy, do you agree?” The Betweener unable to respond watches how the Amazon grabs a vibrator with her other hand, turning it on, before continuing “So naughty, yes you are! Trying to play adult when you are only a baby. At least we are correcting this now.” With her last words, she presses the vibrator against the front of the Betweeners diaper. This is part of the training here, making a deep connection between the feeling of a dirty diaper and pleasure. It makes the Betweeners unconsciously accept the regression treatment, making it much more stable. Viviane continues to massage the full diaper while stimulating the Betweener. Slowly her charge is getting more excited, starting to hump the vibrating tool with the Betweener room of freedom provided. As she sees that the Betweener is getting close, she orders, “Show me how much you love your poopy diapers! Cum for me!” With a final convulsion, the Betweener experiences the first orgasm in a soiled diaper. One of many to come. During the whole procedure, Viviane also got quite excited. Over the last couple of weeks, she started to develop a craving for the comfy diapers the Betweeners are put into. It started slowly and she didn’t become suspicious as the hypnosis kept this from happening. Five days ago she bought some Amazon-sized diapers. Three days ago, it was her first time wearing the infantile garment at her home, masturbating in the fluffy garment and disposing of it afterward. Today is the first day she wears one to work and her little naughty slit is completely slick from anticipation. After watching the Betweener cum, she can’t contain herself any longer. She quickly brings the Betweener out of the room and into a crib, before coming back to the training room. She shakes a little in giddy anticipation, as she rewinds the video and watches the end again. She takes a nearby chair and sits Infront of the screen, imagining herself in the role of the Betweener just moments earlier. She concentrates on the hypnotic video, pretending as if it influences her. Then she whispers with determination, “I’m such a naughty girl! Pretending to be an adult, when …” She is so close and can’t stop hyping herself up even more. Her hand rubbing her diapered kitty. Basking in the feeling of humiliation she speaks aloud, “… when I am only a baby girl!” After her last words, the hypnotic video gives her the command to use her diaper. In absolute bliss, Viv starts wetting herself. The feeling of her warm pee-pee spreading in her diaper is intoxicating, turning it nicely warm and squishy as it should be. Only seconds later she convulses as a strong orgasm flows through her body and right into her beloved padding … After the incident Viviane manages to clean up after herself, leaving no evidence of her naughty escapade behind. In the following days, she continues to mock other Betweeners during their hypnosis sessions. As Viv visits many different Betweeners in all stages of regression, she gets exposed to quite a mix of hypnotic messages. At the start, they didn’t find any purchase, but after the first big hole in her mental defense was formed, Viv got much more receptive to the regression videos. Ironically, they wouldn’t stick very well in her psyche, but by indulging in pleasure, the hypnotic messages get the fundament they need to build something truly lasting. In the next few days, Viviane starts using her diapers more often, until she uses them exclusively for peeing. Her dreams become more childish and nighttime accidents follow soon after. The hypnosis makes her overlook all these warning signs and think about them as normal instead. She doesn’t wonder about her oral fixation, using a pacifier at home and candy at her workplace. Her new interest in colored building blocks and other children’s toys seems like a new hobby to her. Despite all these changes, she keeps performing well at her job. Her work mentality keeps her professional during her work, at least enough to not be overly suspicious. But whenever her bladder gets full or she has a great time with another Betweener, the arousal she felt started increasing, as her control decreases in turn. By now this always concludes in a warm and squishy diaper. She loves the feeling of having an accident, pleasuring herself after every wetting. As Viviane empties her bladder several times a day, she starts rousing suspicion. After becoming fully diaper dependent for her wee-wees, there was only one thing left to do: She started holding her poopy in, having been told repeatedly by the hypnosis how bad the toilet is. On the one hand, she doesn’t want to soil herself, she knows deep down that if she crosses this line, there will be no turning back. On the other hand, she can’t convince herself to use the toilet, as her bowels keep filling up. The more she needs to go, the stronger her arousal gets. The thought of pooping herself turned her on beyond belief. She needs to distract herself, right? Let’s get the next Betweener a nice hypnosis session. She checks her schedule and locates the next person due for training. After getting the Betweener from the crib into the stroller, Viv takes them back to the training room. Falling back into her old habits she teases her newest victim the whole time until they arrive. The Betweener struggles in the restraints, knowing what is coming from Viv’s teasing, but it’s no use. Viv loves the struggle and takes her time, announcing “You will love this next session. You will make a nice big poopy for me to clean up. I will make sure that you will enjoy every moment of your smelly load entering your diapee!” Lisping a little at the end, as her kitty becomes slick from anticipation. Viv giggles excitedly like a small child before starting the video. Her thumb firmly planted itself in her mouth as the screen captures her attention. She starts suckling on it like a good girl, not even noticing her slip into her infantile persona. By now she gets completely transfixed by the hypnotic video. Viv feels as if on cloud nine, her thoughts becoming slower and simpler. The hypnosis video guided her to shed her adult worries and embrace her inner baby. Strong feelings bubble up from deep inside her: Happiness and Carefreeness. She giggles again, a bit of drool running down her cheek. The nice voice tells her what a good baby girl she is. That it is proud of her, wearing a diaper as she is supposed to. Viviane agrees, feeling satisfied with the praise. Then the voice speaks about how good girls are rewarded with pleasure and Viv starts to feel the building heat inside her again. A good kind of heat, a very pleasurable heat. She even knows what to do next and when the nice tells her, she starts flooding her diaper. With a hissing sound warmth spreads from her crotch, as she starts to rub her diapered kitty with her free hand. She releases a sweet moan, as the smell of her little accident reaches her delicate nose. She gets very close to climaxing, but then the golden flow into her diaper slows down. With an indignant squeak, she tries to finish, rubbing her swollen diaper faster and faster, but without success. She is sooo close, she can feel it! As the flow stops, she starts to whine, knowing that the sweet release is getting even further away. The displeasure lifts the fog over her mind, as it starts searching for a solution. At this point a team of her colleagues enters the room, having observed her the whole time discreetly. The first to enter announces, “You went too far Viviane. Breaking the safety regulations, again and again, was something we could overlook. It was your maturity you put at risk. Now look at what you have become …” She speaks the last words with disgust, a frown on her face, pausing the video via remote. Viv feels extremely ashamed, but her colleagues seeing her like this reignites the fire of her arousal. She tries to stop herself, but her body just continues to hump her discolored diaper. She needs to cum before being able to think straight again! With a bright red face, she realizes that she will humiliate herself much stronger than she already has. Another voice chimes in with clear mirth in her voice, “Looks like she is really enjoying herself.” Viviane recognizes the voice immediately as her close friend Anna. The nurse takes a couple of steps closer, switching her tone to baby-talk, “Awww, you went wee-wee in your diapee like a good baby girl!” Viv answers with a whining mumble from behind her thumb, causing her former colleague to continue in the same voice, “Such a good baby! Using her diapers like she is supposed to. You deserve to make squishies, let me help you.” Grabbing the vibrator meant for the Betweener, Anna turns it on before pressing it against Viv’s diapered crotch. The adult baby answers with a satisfied moan, while the other nurses watch the ongoings from some distance. While holding the pleasuring tool in place, Anna explains herself to the others, “As you can see, she is just a big baby now. You shouldn’t scold her for using her diaper. Remember your training.” As if to confirm the statement, Viv releases some gas. Eliciting a giggle from a couple of nurses. They take it like a signal as nearly every one of them starts moving. Quickly Viv is put into an oversized stroller and the same restraints as used on all patients are fastened on her. The former Amazon can only watch in dread as her colleagues work together to strip her from her uniform and put her into the same clothes as all the other patients. Anna keeps a close eye on her level of excitement, making sure that she stays close to release, but not getting it. Viv feels so small as mittens are placed on her hands and a strap-on pacifier replaces her thumb. Her tummy grumbles again, announcing that her bowels are full. That she should visit the toilet like an adult. Anna looks at her in understanding, knowing that this is an important moment she states in a soothing tone, “Viv, I know that you need to go poopy.” She looks Viv deep into her eyes as she offers, “I want you to understand that this is your last chance to escape full regression therapy. The same one you helped so many Betweeners to complete. Becoming diaper dependent forever and being unable to use a toilet ever again. The feeling of your adult thoughts turning to mush, before being expelled into your infantile garment. A future as a depraved little baby girl, happily humping her stinky diapers!” She lets her words sink in for a moment, before continuing, “All you need to do is to hold in your stinky’s while watching the end of the video. I`m sure you can do it, right?” She smiles at Viv, before proceeding, “On the other hand you can have the best orgasm ever. Right here in your beloved diapers, Infront of all of us. All you need to do is to fill your diaper to the brim like a good baby would do.” With her last words, she repositions Viv Infront of the screen, the Betweener getting rolled away to the side to watch the coming show. Adjusting the restraints so Viv’s butt is lifted into the air for all to see. Viv tries to resist the restraints like her former victims but without success. Viviane realizes at this moment that she experiences the same thing as she has forced onto others before. She always wondered how she would react in such a situation. She thought that there was no way that she would be terrified, as she thought herself immune to the hypnotic messages. Her former confidence voided like her bladder, but while she is terrified, she is also turned on beyond reason. With tears in her eyes, Viv sees the hypnotic video resuming, her legs spread wide open. She tries to resist the voice, but her mental defense is completely gone by now. Completely devoured by her lust, as she was too close to the edge for too long. She feels how her concerns start to slip away. The feeling of impending doom is being replaced by calm. It is soo much nicer as she follows again into a trance. Absorbing the hypnotic message like a sponge. The Betweener watches in satisfaction as the worry on Viv’s face vanishes and is replaced by a big dumb grin. The terror in her eyes replaced by peacefulness. The previous tension leaves her body as her mind slowly turns into warm mush. It is pleasing for the Betweener to watch the Amazon tormenter getting a taste of her own medicine. Finally, the hypnotic voice tells her to push and to no one’s surprise Viv complies without hesitation. Then with a look of concentration, she starts to push out her maturity. A lustful gaze all over her face as her diaper starts to tent out from the first log. Anna coos, “Such a good baby, making such a nice present.”, as she applies the vibrator to Viviane’s diapered crotch. “Show me how much you love to soil your diapers!” Viviane answers with satisfied grunts as the vibrations cause pleasure to flow throughout her whole body. Hot stinky mush keeps flowing into her diaper as Viviane convulses in absolute bliss. The feeling of warm mush spreading in her infantile garment, as she is watched by the adults around her is amazing! While in the middle of soiling herself, she reaches the height of her orgasm, spewing lewd juices out of her pussy. Viviane looks so happy, so fulfilled as her diaper keeps filling up. Her colleagues know that it will take some time before her mind has recovered enough to realize the consequences of what she has just done. The former Amazon nurse has reduced herself to the level of a depraved little baby girl, just like she has done to many Betweeners before. The naughty fantasies she craved have been fulfilled. The smell of Viviane’s mess permeates the air, her diaper having another discoloration now. There is no sound for a moment. Anna steps closer again, declaring in a proud voice, “Good girl, you made such a big poopy in your diaper …”, she presses on the diaper, smushing the stinky mush inside, eliciting a soft moan from Viv, “… and look at you, enjoying the feeling of your warm, squishy diapers.” The other nurses chuckle, even the Betweener looks at the scene with a bright grin. “Pheww, Eeh, that stinks! What did you eat? We have to get you on a nice diet of breastmilk to remedy this problem.” With a mischievous grin she continues, “Let’s feed you right away. You look exhausted and you should get your num-nums before taking a nap.”, uncovering her breast. At this point the other nurses start to disperse, the show already having reached its conclusion. One of them takes the stroller of the Betweener away with them. Before beginning the feeding, Anna loosens the restraints and brings Viv into a more comfortable position. This causes the mess to shift another time, but at this point, it already got into every crevice. Making sure that the other nurses don’t hear her, Anna whispers into Viv’s ear, “You know, I always had a crush on you. I tried and tried but no matter what I did, you were just over the top. I remember exactly how you rejected me.” Imitating Viv’s voice Anna proceeds, “I'm too childish, just like the Betweeners here in our institution … Maybe I should try wearing one of the diapers you said …” In a monotone voice, Anna continues, “At the time you were jesting, laughing about it, but it wasn’t funny for me. It wasn’t funny at all, so I planned all of this.” With a forced smile Anna concludes, I knew you liked to control other people. Let them dance according to your wishes. I also knew that you don't care much about our safety rules ... All I had to do was give you a little push. Let you come up with the idea yourself ... I must say it worked perfectly. Proud as you are, it was easy for me to get you to join the Betweener hypnosis training for your entertainment. At first, I didn't think it would work, but I just had to wait patiently. You won't believe the satisfaction I felt when I saw you in a diaper for the first time …” Viviane is completely out of it, showing no reaction at all. Anna sighs, knowing that Viv is not in the right mind to understand her, but she feels much better now. It feels good to succeed. In the end, Anna didn’t even do anything illegal, she never told Viv to be an ass to the Betweeners. She just said some things that caused Viviane to develop a certain interest. It was all Viv’s own doing in the end. In a way, Anna believes that Viviane was destined to end up like this. Viv's character did not allow anything else. With a genuine smile, Anna removes Viv’s pacifier. She always wanted her own baby girl and she already made arrangements to adopt her former friend after she completes her time here. As Anna offers her breast, Viv instinctively latches on and starts suckling. Getting more praise as the sweet milk starts to fill her mouth. Drinking in big gulps, she is quickly changed to the second breast, before sinking back satisfied. Anna cleans some remaining milk around her mouth, before putting the pacifier back into place. Viv looks back with sleepy eyes, tired after the whole ordeal. The way to the changing station is quick. Before entering Anna quickly changes her mind and makes a small detour to the so-called “playing room”. A place where most of the Betweeners are gathered right now, being able to play with any baby toys to their heart’s content. The Betweeners watch with big eyes how Viviane is pushed inside. Many know the Amazon nurse who is now dressed like themselves. It gets even better as they notice the bulging diaper, starting to laugh at the plight of their former tormentor. Of course, the other nurses are quick to react and shush them. Warning with spanking time in some cases who keep pointing fingers at Viv. Arriving at the center of the room, Anna announces, “As everyone already noticed this is Viviane. A former nurse of this institution. She behaved incorrectly against many Betweeners here and got away with it until now. Her transgressions have caught up to her and from now on she will be a patient here like anyone else. You can interact with her later. I want to see no name-calling or pointing with fingers. She is now a baby just like you are. Any transgressions will be punished by us.” Making a pause, Anna lets the information sink in before making a second announcement, “Just like any of you, Viviane will be punished for her transgressions in due time. She will get a nice, good spanking from me tomorrow morning.” Before leaving for the changing station, Anna repeats the motto of the regression center, “Always remember: Good babies get to choose rewards, while bad babies get punished!”

I need your help, should I make more omorashi/Omakyusai Arts?

write a sarcastic apology speech by a sorority leader to her pledges, who are all standing there in pissed pants, after their last contest ended in them peeing their pants ChatGPT Ladies, gather around. No, no, don't worry, I won't ask you to sit. I understand the circumstances are... quite damp at the moment. I stand before you today, as your oh-so-beloved sorority leader, to deliver an apology. But before I get into that, let's just acknowledge the, ahem, unique aroma in the room. Eau de Pee-Pee, my favorite! Such a bold choice for a group of young ladies. Now, onto the heartfelt apology. I just want to express my deepest, most insincere, I mean, sincere apologies for the rather... moist end to our contest. I mean, who could've guessed that a bladder endurance challenge might result in a few of us sprinkling the dance floor? Totally unforeseeable! You see, we strive for unity here. Unity in sisterhood, unity in fun, and apparently, unity in public embarrassment as well. And isn't that just beautiful? Don't we all feel closer, more bonded after sharing such an intimate moment together? Of course, I could stand here and offer a shallow apology for making you all participate in a task that inevitably resulted in you wetting yourselves, but where's the fun in that? After all, we're all adults here, right? And isn't part of being an adult handling your own... fluids? In all seriousness, though, let's take a moment to thank these brave, damp souls standing before us. It takes a certain kind of courage to literally piss your pants in front of your peers, and yet, here you are, doing it with such grace. So here's to you, my brave and slightly soggy sisters! May your dignity dry faster than your pants, and may you always remember this as the night we laughed so hard, we peed a little... okay, maybe more than a little. Remember, girls, it's all part of the bonding process! So, once again, sorry, not sorry. You girls keep doing you. And maybe next time, think about packing an extra pair of pants... or maybe two. https://chat.openai.com/_next/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fs.gravatar.com%2Favatar%2F5c654bb855c96ddc8416b2438377c037%3Fs%3D480%26r%3Dpg%26d%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fcdn.auth0.com%252Favatars%252Fmi.png&w=96&q=75 write a follow up speech after the sorority leader made the pledges all wet their beds ChatGPT Hello again, my daring damsels of dampness! I trust you all had a wet...I mean, restful...night. It's delightful to see so many of you embracing the sisterhood's commitment to creating shared memories. Or should I say shared mattresses? As I look around, I see not just a group of sleepy, slightly soggy girls but a team that took to bed-wetting like ducks to water. Yes, yes, I know - as your revered and slightly feared sorority leader, it falls on me to offer you an apology for our nocturnal adventure. But before I do, let's take a moment to appreciate the...aromatic blend of early morning and...eau de mattress. So, here it goes: I offer my sincerest - and let's be honest, fairly tongue-in-cheek - apologies for the overnight dampness. Who would've thought that the lullaby of a trickling stream would prove so...inspiring? You see, here at this sorority, we believe in stepping outside our comfort zones. Or in this case, diving right out of them and into a small puddle of your own making. It's all in the name of unity. Nothing says sisterhood quite like synchronized bed-wetting, am I right? Now, I'm sure there are a few of you who didn't find our midnight activity...refreshing. But remember, we're not here just for the easy, the dry, or the odor-free. We're here for the challenges, the unforgettable experiences, and yes, even the occasional damp mattress. So here's to all of you, my brave nocturnal Niagara Falls! We'll not just remember this as the night our beds got a bit too warm, but also as the night we learned that shared discomfort can be a bizarre, yet powerful bonding experience. Again, I’m sorry, but not entirely. Remember to let it all out in life, not just in bed. And as a pro tip for the future, you might want to invest in a waterproof mattress protector. Just a thought. Keep your chins up and your mattresses dry, ladies. Until our next damp...I mean, daring adventure. Stay soggy, sisters! https://chat.openai.com/_next/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fs.gravatar.com%2Favatar%2F5c654bb855c96ddc8416b2438377c037%3Fs%3D480%26r%3Dpg%26d%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fcdn.auth0.com%252Favatars%252Fmi.png&w=96&q=75 write a follow-up sarcastic apology speech after a full-bladder parade dance led to all the pledges dancing in wet pants for half the parade route ChatGPT Hello, my delightful dancing damsels, I see we have a new uniform for our sorority – shades of blue denim that quickly turn to a darker shade down below. Unique, memorable...moist. Exactly what we aim for here! Now, I stand before you as your esteemed, and apparently bladder-challenging, sorority leader to deliver my warmest – dare I say, soggy – apologies. But before we delve into that, let’s take a moment to appreciate the astounding synchronicity of your bladder control. I mean, to time it so perfectly that you all started, ahem, "changing colors" halfway through the parade route? That's teamwork, ladies! But onto the official apology. I want to offer my most heartfelt – and let's face it, slightly gleeful – apologies for the unexpected turn our full-bladder parade dance took. I mean, who would've anticipated that combining a gallon of water, hours of dancing, and the slight nervousness of a public performance would result in such a cascade? Well, apart from every urologist ever. You see, we value unity here. Unity in fun, unity in laughter, and now, as I see, unity in public pants-wetting as well. And don't we all feel a bit closer now? Sharing such a personal and slightly damp moment? In all seriousness, you've all shown tremendous grace under pressure – bladder pressure, that is. You kept dancing, kept smiling, and didn't miss a beat even as your jeans started to feel a bit like a swimming pool. You are the embodiment of the saying: when the going gets tough, the tough keep dancing...even if they’re doing it in wet pants. So here's to you, my brave and decidedly wet-at-the-knees sisters. May the memory of your dampened dignity dry faster than your clothes, and may you always remember this as the day you quite literally went with the flow in front of an entire parade. Once again, I'm sorry – but also, I'm not. Let's face it, we'll be laughing about this for years to come. In the meantime, might I suggest investing in some waterproof pants for next year's parade? Just a thought. https://chat.openai.com/_next/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fs.gravatar.com%2Favatar%2F5c654bb855c96ddc8416b2438377c037%3Fs%3D480%26r%3Dpg%26d%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fcdn.auth0.com%252Favatars%252Fmi.png&w=96&q=75 write a sarcastic appreciation speech by one of the pledges to the sorority leader following the parade ChatGPT Good afternoon, dear sisters, I stand before you today to express my deepest, and might I add, most sincere appreciation to our fearless, and dare I say, ever-so-bladder-challenging sorority leader. Ah, where to begin? Let’s start with yesterday's parade. Who would've thought that a day full of sunshine, sisterhood, and spontaneous showers could be so much... fun? Yes, our beloved leader orchestrated an event that will go down in the annals of sorority history. An event that didn’t just leave a mark on our hearts, but also on our jeans. It takes a special kind of genius to convert a simple parade into an unforgettable water dance, one where we were both the dancers and the water source! Thank you, dear leader, for opening our eyes to the many uses of denim, beyond fashion and into the realm of, well, moisture wicking. And let’s not forget the unity. Yes, under your guidance, we discovered a bond stronger than mere friendship. A bond that emerges when you're dancing down the main street of town, laughing and leaking all the way. The phrase "making a splash" has a whole new meaning for us now. And it's all thanks to you. And in all honesty, who needs dignity when you have sisterhood, right? Why keep our pride when we can trade it for a slightly damp pair of jeans and a story that will live on long after we've graduated and gone our separate ways? So, from the bottom of our hearts, and the bottoms of our slightly soggy jeans, we thank you. For turning us into a spectacle, a spectacle that truly embodied going with the flow. Your leadership, as unorthodox as it may be, will always be remembered. And so, too, will the distinct aroma of Eau de Parade. And as I conclude, I would like to propose a toast - to our esteemed leader, who managed to take the phrase "wet your pants" from fear-inducing to fun-inspiring. May we continue to learn, grow, and, yes, even leak a little, under your watchful eye. Cheers! https://chat.openai.com/_next/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fs.gravatar.com%2Favatar%2F5c654bb855c96ddc8416b2438377c037%3Fs%3D480%26r%3Dpg%26d%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fcdn.auth0.com%252Favatars%252Fmi.png&w=96&q=75 write a follow-up apology speech from the sorority leader after a hypnosis session has led to pledges peeing their pants whenever they hear the codephrase "tinkle" ChatGPT Ladies, ladies, First and foremost, let me commend you all on your excellent performance in the hypnosis session. I have to say, you've all embraced the spirit of the experiment with enthusiasm and, well, a remarkable capacity for suggestion. But now, let's address the, um, damp elephant in the room. It appears that our little experiment had some rather...wet consequences. So here we are again, with me offering my most sincere, yet ever so chuckling, apologies for the unintended side effect of our group hypnosis. To those who heard the code phrase "tinkle" and suddenly found themselves living a very literal interpretation, my deepest apologies. And to those who thought it was a clever prank and started using the code phrase at every opportunity - I apologize to you as well. Who knew that suggestion could be so powerfully persuasive, and so soggy? I confess, I underestimated the power of the mind and the persuasiveness of the word "tinkle." I mean, it's such an innocent word, isn't it? Who'd have thought it could unleash such a...torrent? That being said, we learned something valuable here. We've discovered the strength of our minds, and maybe the weakness of our bladders. We've found that even in the most uncomfortable situations, we can find humor, unity, and a new appreciation for waterproof clothing. So, my brave and slightly damp sisters, keep your heads high and your bladder control higher. I promise, we'll work on a de-hypnotizing session soon. In the meantime, I would recommend avoiding wind chimes, small bells, and any song that involves the word "tinkle." Again, I’m sorry, but let's be honest, we've all had a good laugh. Remember, in this sorority, we're not just about sisterhood, we're about shared experiences. And this is one experience that's definitely made a splash. Stay strong, stay dry, and stay away from the word "tinkle", ladies. Until our next...adventure. https://chat.openai.com/_next/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fs.gravatar.com%2Favatar%2F5c654bb855c96ddc8416b2438377c037%3Fs%3D480%26r%3Dpg%26d%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fcdn.auth0.com%252Favatars%252Fmi.png&w=96&q=75 write a sarcastic follow-up speech from the sorority leader after getting complaints that her last speech, and use of the word "tinkle" made many pledges pee in their pants during the announcement ChatGPT Dear Sisters, Well, it appears we've found ourselves back in this damp place yet again, haven't we? And by that, I mean the metaphorical damp place, not the literal dampness you may currently be feeling. Let's have a moment of silence for the untimely demise of dry pants, courtesy of a particularly suggestive codeword. Firstly, allow me to express my sincerest - and yes, slightly snickering - apologies for the premature initiation of the 'Tinkle Effect' during my previous announcement. It seems, in my earnestness to address the issue, I only managed to...well, exacerbate it. Oh, the irony! Who would have thought that a simple word, and a rather endearing one at that, could evoke such a physiological response? It's really quite impressive when you think about it. That said, I’m here today to offer my apologies for what seems to have become the Great Tinkle Incident of 2023. It's fascinating, really. We're living, breathing, damp evidence of the power of the subconscious mind. And even though I'd imagined our sorority making history, I must confess that this was not exactly the kind of splash I had in mind. But ladies, let’s take a step back and look at the silver lining here - apart from the one forming around your pant lines. This is, without a doubt, a shared experience that will unite us forever. Who else can boast such a unique and moist form of sisterhood? I must applaud your dedication and, might I add, your stellar bladder control - or lack thereof. So, while I work fervently on a solution to un-hypnotize you from the waterworks effect of the word...um...you know... let’s just say it rhymes with "sprinkle", let's keep our spirits high and our laughter louder. And yes, my dear sisters, I am deeply, profoundly, and amusingly sorry for turning an ordinary speech into an unintentional water park. Please rest assured that I’ll make sure our next meeting does not involve any inadvertent usage of the T-word. Until then, I'd suggest investing in waterproof attire - it seems to be an emergent trend in our sorority. Stay bold, stay brilliant, and for the love of dryness, stay away from anything that rhymes with... well, you know. Until our next adventure, ladies. https://chat.openai.com/_next/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fs.gravatar.com%2Favatar%2F5c654bb855c96ddc8416b2438377c037%3Fs%3D480%26r%3Dpg%26d%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fcdn.auth0.com%252Favatars%252Fmi.png&w=96&q=75 write a follow-up apology letter after the sorority leader left a tape repeating the word "tinkle" play through the speaker at 2am in every room ChatGPT Dear Sisters, Well, here we are again, addressing the perpetual rainfall within our sorority, and by that, I don't mean the weather outside. Firstly, I offer you my deepest - and this time I mean it - apologies for the nocturnal deluge that was caused by our old friend the T-word. It seems, in my most earnest efforts to decondition the subconscious response, I ended up orchestrating a symphony of sprinkles. I must admit, playing a recording of the T-word at 2 AM was not my best decision. I thought repetition might lessen its power. A kind of exposure therapy, if you will. But alas, instead of ending the storm, it seems I've only managed to bring about a midnight monsoon. I understand that waking up in the wee hours of the morning to an unexpected bout of the T-effect was not only uncomfortable but also downright annoying. Believe me, I too am a victim of my own overzealous endeavors. Our noble quest to break the spell of the T-word has turned into a saga that not even the most imaginative fiction writer could have dreamed up. That said, I do want to commend you all for weathering this storm, quite literally, with such grace and humor. It's times like these that prove the strength of our sisterhood, and it's your resilience that keeps us moving forward. So, my slightly soggy sorority sisters, please accept this sincere, heartfelt, and somewhat embarrassed apology. I assure you, I am as eager as you are to dry out this situation once and for all. Until then, I recommend you consider this a rare opportunity to perfect the art of napping in a raincoat, and remember: even in the midst of this nightly Niagara, we remain unshakeable, united, and, unfortunately, a little damp. Let's look forward to drier days ahead. Until then, stay strong, stay patient, and please, stay dry. Sincerely, [Your name] https://chat.openai.com/_next/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fs.gravatar.com%2Favatar%2F5c654bb855c96ddc8416b2438377c037%3Fs%3D480%26r%3Dpg%26d%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fcdn.auth0.com%252Favatars%252Fmi.png&w=96&q=75 rewrite the last part and sprinkle in the word tinkle and sign it Becky ChatGPT So, my slightly soggy sorority sisters, I, Becky, must beg your forgiveness once again. I'm afraid my misjudgment has caused us all to revisit the nightly ballet of the T-word effect. Remember, we're sisters, banded together not just by our shared dreams and ambitions, but by our shared experiences of the T-word. Our story is one for the ages, one where the word 'tinkle' became much more than a mere term. It became an event, a bonding experience, and a frequent, unwanted midnight surprise. I assure you, as I wipe away my own laughter tears, I am just as keen as you are to end our 'tinkle' torment. But until then, let's hold on to our laughter, our sisterhood, and perhaps a stock of absorbent towels. Let’s turn our 'tinkle' trials into triumph, the shared memories into our sorority’s legend. And yes, while we're at it, let's agree that investing in some waterproof sleepwear might not be such a bad idea after all. So, as we ride this wave together, let's remember to laugh, to embrace the absurdity of it all, and to never let the fear of a 'tinkle' rain on our parade. Here’s to drier days and quieter nights ahead. Until then, stay strong, stay patient, and for the love of dryness, stay clear of the T-word. With heartfelt apologies and hope for a drier future, Becky -------------------- So if you have ideas, please let me know, I am using ChatGPT 4.0 and am paying for the newest updates.

Chapter 1 [The final quest to return back] "Time end" is a name that was full of significance, but at the same time, it seemed to fool those who heard it. In fact, it was the name of a simple desert land, an expanse of sand as large as the entire kingdom. If you listen to the marauders, "Time end" represents an hourglass with infinite grains of sand, like the desert from which there is no escape. If you studied the history of the Armond kingdom in-depth, you would discover that the name comes from the spell it has eradicated the realm of the same name from existence in a time gone by. Now the moor was crossed by a dark-haired girl wearing a white shirt and pants, how she got there is a mystery even for herself, her last memory was having decided to make a subscription to try the latest version of a game illegally downloaded, and that she had loved it madly, she couldn't remember anything else. However, strangely she wasn't scared despite being in a deadly desert at noon. For an ordinary girl, it wouldn't be strange to panic. However, Eloise had a smile on her lips, and it was not a usual smile: it was an expression of pure happiness, an uncontrollable expression, not she couldn't have stopped smiling even if she were dead. "The truth is, her biggest wish had just come true." "Shop!" said the girl breaking the silence. A virtual window opened in front of her. "It's very hot! Probably it's midday," she thought as she looked briefly at the sun in the sky and breathed in a blast of hot air. 0 coin: this was the writing observed thoughtfully by the girl. - you feel the pressure build-up -pssssssh- A hissing was the only noise the brunette heard, a sound that always made her blush and her heart pound. The hiss lasted about 7 seconds, so they wouldn't even understand what had just happened if someone else were near the girl. However, Eloise was in a paradoxical mix between bliss and frustration. Her white linen pants felt fresh, after all, the urine was colder than the scorching desert air. The girl would have gladly emptied her bladder under other circumstances, she felt pretty full, and if she was in a shopping center, she would have already found a solution, but now with disappointment in her heart, she had to stop the flow. [First Intentional Wetting] + 0 experience points + 1000 coins + 1 large bottle (1500 ml) - Title earned: (Novice Wetter) + 1 parchment (Over holding) - Welcome player 1 (Eloise Lyfart) + 1 interactive map + 1 exploration backpack + 1 clothes box + 1 getting started guide + 1 medium bottle (1000 ml) + 1 savory brioche (250 g) "Is this your first time in N.O.Q.?" Yes No After giggling lightly at her nickname, she said mentally and with conviction: "No." "Do you want to do the tutorial?" Yes No Here Eloise was doubtful: doing the tutorial in first person would have been great for her, however, she would have had to give up the trick she had discovered thanks to her incredible curiosity or maybe more than her thanks to her perverted mind. "No" - tutorial skipped - updated current quest: [Leave the Desert] "It's time for Farming," thought Eloise starting to be horny; her panties were drenched from the release earlier, and what she was about to do gave her more than just a tingle in her pussy, so she started to" Farming". Eloise's "trick" was simple: getting out of the desert would have been part of the tutorial, so no "malus" but only "rewards" were given inside it. For example, if she found an unbudging cactus and drank its juice, it would only fill the hydration bar without suffering the paralyzing effect. At the same time, if she were to get wet, it would not punish her bladder capacity or her own continence, not that Eloise didn't mind playing incontinent at a specific time. So there was more: in the tutorial area, it was possible to achieve objectives with extreme ease; this is because the player would not level up until he had acquired the mana core and the status, obtainable only after exiting the desert, meaning that Eloise could overcome the restrictions of the algorithm that calculated the difficulty (if she was really in New Omo Quest). The girl was a bit sad because the scat expressions were disabled in the tutorial. Therefore she can't "Farming" from that side, but she resigned herself to it, and after having decided what to do, she looked around, ready to implement the plan: Firstly she took off her simple sneakers, feeling her feet burning as she sank into the sand; Then she undid his belt and took off her pants, putting them to dry on a dune while her white cotton panties that covered his chubby ass were well exposed to the sand. Eloise fingered through her panties: she always liked touching herself through them, rubbing the damp fabric, even if now, with the atrocious heat, she didn't feel goodly at ease. -pssh- With her legs closed she released just 2 drops, at least enough to see her wet spot get bigger. [Deliberate Wetting] + 0 experience points + 10 coins + 1 small bottle (500 ml) [Rewetting ×1] + 50 coins + 1 light incontinence panty pad - Title earned: (Panty-wetter) Usually, even from level 1, earning a title so quickly and with so little effort would be impossible. Eloise called it a "trick" but thinks the game developer has probably deliberately added it as an easter egg. Satisfied by her functioning, Eloise waited for the desert wind to dry the cotton on her underpants. About ten seconds were enough, and then she continued with her method. -pssssh- [Deliberate Wetting] + 0 experience points + 10 coins + 1 small bottle [Rewetting ×2] + 100 coins + 1 moderate incontinence panty-liner . . . [Rewetting ×40]: Without special classes, you will not receive new bonuses after the 40th soak in a row. + 2000 coins + 1 Colossus - Title earned: (Yellowed Cloth Fetishist) - Title earned: (loose pee-hole) + 1× skill rune (Staining urine) [Rewetting ×41]: Without special classes, you will not receive new bonuses after the 40th soak in a row. + 0 coins "I can consider myself satisfied," said Eloise, a little worn out by the actions. Now her bladder was nearly empty, and she couldn't risk emptying it completely: she had a secondary quest to complete, and due to the sweat due to her heat, she drank the large bottle. She also removed her underwear, becoming naked from the waistline in a puddle of wet sand, with her legs spread and a little sticky on her thighs. - white cotton panties (yellowed×41) -? -? -? Peeing your pants gave the panties random buffs and debuffs, but Eloise couldn't see them now that she was out of mana, so she reluctantly removed them to put them in the clothes box, a pouch enlarged with magic. She took with her hands the linen trousers lying on the dune, now they were hot to the touch of her, which didn't help her, then decided to stay naked for a while, wearing only sneakers and a white shirt. 42,410 coins: this was the wording in the shop. With a satisfied smile and an almost empty bladder, Eloise decided to start her adventure in earnest. "100 Steps Right." "150 steps forward." "10 Steps Right." Eloise was walking, tidying up her bag, trying to remember where she had to go, but doing it with the keyboard was simpler than walking among the sand dunes with her legs feeling sticky after all the pee. After a while, before her, at the base of an exceptionally high dune, was what looked like a brick entrance to a dimly lit gallery. "So soon we'll fight." thought Eloise, a little peeved because she didn't like fighting in first person without overpowering skills, and after all, she was afraid to feel the pain of an arm that is cut off cleanly with a scimitar, that's why she opened the shop, a thing that theoretically she could do but without do anything cause of the low amount of money. [Sorcery Growth Bundle] - pre-enchanted wand (100 mana) - arcanist's dagger (100 mana) - bipedal weathercock coat - magician's panties (?) - wizard's boots (?) - magician's ring (?) - 5 health potions (100ml) - 5 mana potions (100ml) - 1x Skill Rune (Mage's evolution) Cost: 15000 coins [Warrior Growth Bundle] - iron sword - 2x throwing knife - lion leather cuirass - barbarian culottes - fighter bands (?) - fighter bracelet (?) - 10 health potions (100ml) - 1x skill rune (Fortitude of the physique) Cost: 10000 coins [Dancing Barrier] "A disposable protection that protects your life" Cost 5000 coins "It's a pain that I have to use my coin on unserviceable items, " thought Eloise, buying all 3. Now her backpack and clothes box was full of items that she couldn't use yet due to the level restriction, however before entering the cave, she put on her white linen pants, her barbaric knickers(a pair of rough underpants of a whitish fabric, that despite the appearance are very comfortable), then her cuirass and then she put on her cloak. Before entering, she tested the wand, it wasn't necessary to cast spells for any wizard, but she didn't have a heart of mana yet, so her mana was 0. The test was to use arcane magic to throw an ice spear into the air. With only 25 mana, she had managed to get it to the other side of the dune, so she thought it was so easy that she wondered if things were made more accessible for her. Arcane magic was divided into 2 categories in the world of N.O.Q., the elemental and the specialized one: the elemental one has a logarithmic cost and was calculated based on the physical properties of the element that made up the spell; for example, if Eloise wanted to create from nothing a liter of water at average temperature would cost her 1 mana point, and this remains unchanged in most cases. For the specialized one, the calculation was incredibly complex. If Eloise wanted to transport a milliliter of her urine into another's bladder, only 10 meters away from her, she would not be able to do it with 100 units of mana. After the tests, she entered the tunnel holding the iron sword in her right hand and in her left the magic wand. - you feel the pressure building up "Are you telling me that I'm peeing myself from anxiety?" Eloise thought, smiling lightly. "The tutorial is easy as fuck" she said softly to comfort herself. At 10 meters from the entrance, the corridor began to shrink, and the torches along the wall to distance themselves. Furthermore, it can be seen that it begins to descend as a spiral, preventing you from seeing behind the curvature further forward. "......mana...power.." "...incontinence.." Eloise heard two female voices arguing, so she slowed down, knowing they were the two marauders of the first fight. "Who is there!?" yelled a woman with olive skin wearing a white turban and beige with gold embroidery robes. "..." Eloise said nothing and wrapped herself in her cloak. "Israa, go check," ordered the earlier woman to a younger one, without a turban, with short dark hair and lighter skin, apparently wearing the same marauding clothes, but she also had a very nice shoulder strap that attracted the girl's attention. Eloise saw the young Israa walking in front of her without noticing anything. - the pressure is now unendurable "It feels bad without externalizing it," Eloise thought as she squirmed, being at the point of leaks, but she needed to wait to be 100% sure of not taking damage. "There is nobody!" The young woman said as she walked back. "Well, help me pull this stone out," she ordered back the older one. "It's our chance Israa: finally we can eradicate the curse from our tribe! Eloise was thinking about what the curse could be, even from her home, she had always read the dialogue, but in the game, she hadn't found such a tribe. Trying to not wet her pants, she took out her wand and channeling the mana created 1 frost spear and threw it straight into the back of the older woman. The impact and speed were insane, and the woman could barely turn around before she fell to the ground dead. [First Kill] + 0 experience points + 1000 coins [First wetting induced] - Title Earned: (wetting maker) + 1 skill rune (Omovision) "Laya...what...aiee!" -pssssssssst- "aieeee...don't hurt me! Stay away!"The young woman screamed as she peed at seeing her partner die instantly, jumping behind a wooden crate. "I don't fall for it," said Eloise and launched a second dart of ice which, however, shattered on the wood of the chest. "You leave me no choice!" Screamed the young Israa taking a snake's fang from her shoulder strap and running towards Eloise with the now semi-transparent white trousers from her crotch to her knees, showing her black panties. This distracts Eloise, who tries to throw another dart, but the marauder becomes too close. She didn't panic because she couldn't be poisoned by the snake fang during the tutorial. She told her: "That's a good last pee, my dear." and then thrust the sword into the young girl's chest. After another "psss" and a few droplets splashed on Eloise's shoes, the marauder fell to the ground. "I managed not to get hit," she said, satisfied, drawing her sword and wiping the blade on the robber's clothes. -your bladder is leaking -psssssst- A brief release of relief saturates the whitish barbaric knickers, her linen pants giving her a cool sensation while the panties that soaked up her loss nicely instilled warmth. "This feeling is the best!" Eloise said, starting to move towards the sphere to extract it and finish the tutorial, but as soon as she touched it, I felt her body weaken. "What's happening to me... huf... huff" She feels her muscles tire, and she falls to her knees, unable to hold her own weight. -pssssssssshh- "Ahhh, at least…it's relaxing," Eloise said before passing out. "Congratulations, you finished the tutorial!" "Hmhmm? Mom, is that you? Eloise spoke in a faint and dreamy voice, she thought of sleeping in her bed in peace, but as soon as she opened the slit of her eyes, she was overwhelmed by an incredible golden light. "Get up, little girl!" Eloise hopped up, thinking this robotic voice surely did not come from her mother. She looked down and saw that the floor was an endless mirror, immediately noticing being naked except for the rough knickers, which now seemed quite yellowed, which put her a little embarrassed, then she remembered entering the game and putting her hands on the opal stone. "Is this perhaps a dream?" She said, touching her own body, she looked down to see herself in the mirror, her hair was a bit tousled, and redness on her boobs which, combined with the yellowness of the knickers, made her think she was lying face down for a period. "Are you done?" Eloise turned to her voice, but she saw nothing noticing that she couldn't see the room's edges. "Who are you? Where are they?" She asked without showing hesitation. "Do you like N.O.Q.? "...Yes, that is. Why are you asking me?" "Glad to hear that, did you like the tutorial of the new full immersion release?" "So it wasn't a dream? Or am I still dreaming?" Eloise began to calm down a little more, trying to cover her breasts with her hands and turn towards her/her interlocutor also because she did not understand where her voice came from. "You're not dreaming, baby" The voice began to take on a feminine tone, and the light converged in one point, giving shape to a tall woman. She was twice as tall as barefoot Eloise, perhaps over 3 meters. While the woman's body was taking shape, Eloise saw the huge breasts and thick ass, and then the abs, which made the girl feel a lot of jealousy but also a lot of excitement that reduced slightly when it began to form around the body being created the edges of a long white dress. "Enjoyed the show?" The emerald-eyed blonde woman asked the drooling girl. "...yeah...I mean...who are you? Are you real? "I'm obviously real, the goddess of this world, and *pauses* I'm also the one who brought you here. Thank me later." "You brought me in N.O.Q.? Why? Can I go back? What if I die?" "Hold on, baby, so many questions I'm hearing, and I want to explain only some things to you. You know the previous versions of the game, and you will have fun here, trust me, you can go back when you manage to get this title* a message appeared in Eloise's log* and if you may die, let's say that there will be consequences" the goddess seemed very amused by this last point. But Eloise didn't notice it because she was directed to the message. Final Mission: Make the Goddess of N.O.Q. soil her Panties." Reward - title (divine mess maker) "Ehmm, it seems a bit hard, but not that hard..." The girl tried to open the bag or the shop but couldn't do anything. "Did you want to do it now??" the goddess asked ironically, adding, "Do you think it's possible to succeed in such a feat? Let me give you a spoiler, you probably wouldn't succeed in a million years, it's just a way to tell you that you will stay in this world for always. I don't care if you want to return to your boring life of sleeping, eating, fingering, pissing, shitting, etcetera... "Are you serious? The game isn't endless; couldn't I get bored after many years? "My little lassie, don't worry, I made this world at least as big and vast as yours. I also expanded the mechanics a lot, don't worry, ah, you cheated in the tutorial, you had no privilege to make that easy coins!" "Just call me Eloise. I'm not a child, I don't care if from your centuries of old age, you see me as a newborn, and then I don't like forced things, I really like the gam...this world, and thank you, but I would like the chance to go back, I've got a lot of gay content to watch yet, get those panties dirty and send me home!" It may have been the fact of being naked in an uncomfortable place, it may have been the fact that Eloise didn't like her impositions, but she yelled at the goddess. Obviously, she immediately regretted it, covering her insolence with both hands and thus leaving her breasts dangling. "HAHAHA, more than solely centuries, you can speak about thousands or millions, of course, you're just a fool hilarious silly, you said right, I see you as a baby, enough I really want to see you exploring MY world but don't believe that your unpunished attitude *snap of fingers* I'll remove the shop for a while and you'll have some surprises" the goddess giggled and started to pee herself saying: "You know, when I move human beings between different dimensional planes I lose bladder control, because of you it's the third time today, hahaha". With the hysterical laughing, Eloise felt herself being dragged away and then woke up lying on the ground in her cooled urine pool. - finished tutorial for level 1 player [Eloise Lyfart] - You now have a Mana Heart - your status is unlocked - scatological expressions have been forcibly activated - the use of diapers or incontinence items is limited [Status] Name: Eloise Lyfart Level: 1 Race: Human Class: none [Stats] Strengths: 9 Dexterity: 9 Constitution: 9 Intelligence: 15 Charisma: 13 Wisdom: 11 Continence (Bladder):10 (3) Bladder Capacity: 100 (30) Continence (Bowel): 10 (3) Bowel Capacity: 100 (30) "She decreases my stats, son of a... *guts cramps*" -pprrrbbttt- - The pressure is making you explode. "Great," said ironically Eloise feeling a warm gas warming between her ass and knickers. She didn't have time to take the parchment for the over-holding when ... -Your insides are poorly damaged [reckless holding] + 10 experience points + 10 coins + 1 corduroy pants + 1 cotton panties - Title earned: (Crazy holder) - fecal continence downgrade 10 to 9 (3) -bblblrrtt- -pbbrrt- -spllrck- A soggy mess much bigger than a melon smashed quickly against Eloise's white knickers, the rough underwear containing everything went to mash the mess, widening the back of her linen pants. "Yeah, I made an egg in my panties*she sees brown through white linen* an easter egg," she corrected herself. - the pressure is unendurable -psssshh- "You won!" Eloise said, resigned now, almost with tears in her eyes and her knickers now sagging and irreparably stained. [first calamity] [first complete accident] + 150 experience points + 150 coins + 2 medium flask (1000 ml) + 2 salted brioches (250 g) - Title earned (Novice incontinent) - urinary continence downgrade 10 to 9 (3) - fecal continence downgrade 9 to 8 (3) - bladder capacity downgrade 100 to 95 (30) - bowel capacity downgrade 100 to 90 (30) "Bitch..." Eloise, with extreme caution, took off her linen pants, trying not to squash the mess, she was in a terrible mood but the smell of urine made her horny as always, then she took off her barbaric knickers, being prudent to not get her legs dirty dropping the egg" on the floor with a wet *squish* and putting them in her clothes bag. -barbarian knickers (very soiled) "Cleaning will be a real feat, damned goddess," Eloise thought, unaware that a marauding girl in damp pants was watching the scene with a snake's fang in her hand, ready to launch her surprise attack. End of chapter 1 Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed the writing, hoping I will at least be able to write a second chapter. Unfortunately, I know there are some errors caused by google translate; I wish I had been born in an English-speaking country for these things.