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Aqua and the staff of "Water" Chapter 1: The Dungeon of Soakarso!! Aqua rolled over onto her side. "Uuuuh... I wish I had a better sleeping bag..." She slid out of her sleeping bag and out of her Insta-Tent. Aqua was in a dark, damp, and rather scary dungeon. Sure she went into dungeons pretty often. Usually it ended with her and wet panties. She always wore the same outfit. Of course she cleaned it in between adventures. It was a short red dress. She wore a pretty pair of white panties with dark blue moons. Anyways, Aqua went into dungeons to hunt down artifacts and magic. She usually sold them for a pretty pack of platinum. She heard rumors that there was a magical staff in the Dungeon of Soakarso. That was where she was. She had to camp out in it because of the sheer size of it. It was a really straightforward path, but it was a long and treacherous one. Aqua used, ironically, a firebolt staff. She always managed to take out whatever stood in her way. Even if she was a pretty small girl. Being 22 and not being over 5ft. was kind of embarrassing. She was a pretty powerful mage so most people never bothered her. She was pretty close to the final room. She felt it. Too bad her bladder had to ruin her plans. She has a rather small bladder. Her muscles down there didn't even compensate for it. They were weak. She leaked and had accidents pretty often. She was always teased when they happened too! Even nowadays people tease her about it. It was weird. Aqua was always strong and knew how to get out of teasing and stuff, but not when she was teased about her accidents. She always hated that. She never could stand up for herself about it. "Ugh! Not now bladder!! Worst timing... I swear!" Aqua got her Insta-Tent back into her bag. It only took a second She then walks to the corner of the room and starts to pull her panties down, but a sudden arrow flying at her made her stop. She dodged the arrow, unfortunately landing on her butt with her legs spread out. Her pretty moon panties stood out in the light. There was a wet spot!! The sudden jump and landing caused her to leak! In the distance stood a skeleton with a recurve bow. Aqua put on a pouty face and jumped up to her feet. She pulled out her firebolt staff and shook it around. "Flambasa...!!!! SEAR!!!" She screamed the chant and the staff charged up. She shot the large firebolt right at the skeleton. The skeleton rolled and dodged it! Aqua gasped. She peed a little bit again. She had to charge up the firebolt again. The skeleton quickly shot another arrow at Aqua. She jumped out of the way landing on her knees. Scraping them. "Ow!!" She involuntarily peed a little again. In her head all she could think of was the phrase: 'Curse you small bladder!' Her mind raced. She was about to have an accident because of a stupid skeleton. She got frustrated and jumped back up. She shook around the staff and chanted again. Making sure to aim where the skeleton couldn't dodge it. "Flambasa... Sear!!!" The firebolt flew with speed. The skeleton tried to avoid it but it was hit right in it's chest. Breaking him into bits. "Phew..." Unfortunately for Aqua she relaxed a bit too much after the skeletons demise. Her muscles relaxed and she was full on wetting her panties. "Aw... I had an accident..." She stifled a moan and stood up straight. She actually quite liked the feeling of the warm wetness between her thighs, but now was not the time to have fun. She walked to the door to the final room. She opened it. It creaked open. The room was damp. Just like Aqua's thighs. She stepped into the room. It was calming. A sanctuary of sorts. She stepped up the stairs and onto the platform. There it was. The staff. She smiled and grabbed it. Fully expecting something bad to happen. Nothing did. It was calm. She shook around the staff. Nothing happened. Cautiously she touched the crystal part. Instantly she felt her bladder refill. She needed to pee again. Really badly. The staff seemed to fill her bladder to the maximum. Of course Aqua's weak muscles down there caused her to leak.... Which led to her fully re-wetting her panties. She was soaked! Her thighs were all wet and her panties... She didn't even want to think about them. This time though she didn't stifle the moan. She went with it and did it. She actually liked peeing herself. As weird as it was to her... She enjoyed it. It was comforting and warm! She really wanted to see another girl like her pee themselves, but she couldn't just tell them to. Now she had a plan. If she can touch someone with the staff they'll pee themselves! She wondered if there was a spell for it... She looked at the rest of the calming staff room. She saw some sort of hole near the corner. Liquid could get through it. Aqua thought for a moment. She walked over to the hole and squatted over it... Not taking her panties off of course... She touched the crystal again. Her bladder filled to maximum and she uncontrollably peed through her panties again. Right into the hole. A blue light trail went through the room. Out of the wall a bookshelf popped out. A single book was on it. Aqua ran over to it and grabbed it. It was a spell book! It only contained one spell, a spell called 'Omorashi'. She was going to have a lot of fun with this.

Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.

This is the first real story I've written outside of school, but I think I'm pretty good at writing so please be brutal with any criticisms to bring my ego down to the correct level. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM Wendy woke up to a familiar, yet still disappointing feeling. She pulled away her sheets and looked down at her legs to confirm. Sure enough, there was a large dark spot on the sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light grey pajama pants. Wendy had wet the bed again. She sighed as she got out of bed to clean up. As she peeled off her wet panties, she glanced over to the corner in her closet that hid a small plastic package labeled "Goodnites." Her parents had managed to convince her to bring them to college, but she only wet once or twice a month, and felt that the protection they would provide on those nights wasn't worth feeling like a baby on all of the others. While Wendy didn't derive any positive emotions from wetting the bed, there was one upside to the situation, which was that she was able to get one of the coveted few "single rooms." Most freshmen were required to have a roommate, but all it took was a doctor's note and a few embarrassing conversations with various school faculty and Wendy was able to live by herself in a dorm room that had its own small bathroom. This was great for Wendy not only for the obvious reasons, but also because it gave her the privacy required to do what she does best. She pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden stick and pointed it at the wet pile of clothes and sheets on her bed. After uttering a few words in a language she only vaguely understands, Wendy flicked her wrist and the pile of dirty laundry no longer fit that description. Her now-exposed thighs, however, were still damp and a bit sticky, so she stepped in the shower to clean up. It was only then that Wendy realized just how frustrated she was with herself. "I'm in college now," she thought to herself, "why don't I have more control over my own body?" She let the water run down her naked body as she thought about what, if anything, she could do about this. The obvious solution was one that she had thought of many times before. In fact, it was what came to mind first whenever she had any problem whatsoever: magic. However, the number of spells she had access to was limited. She had already read through all of them even tangentially related to bladder control, and none of them were even close to what she needed. With that thought, she should have probably moved on to more mundane solutions, but something seemed to be stuck in the back of her mind. Due to the many visits to the doctor she had previously gone on, Wendy was intimately aware that part of the problem was the size and strength of her bladder. If she could fix that, her problem should go away. The issue is that spells that modify the human body are strictly forbidden for wizards under a certain age, due to the extreme complications that could arise (and had arisen many times before). Wendy, however, happened to know where her family kept the age-restricted spell books, and was just irritated enough to try something risky. That night, when her parents were asleep, she would finally stop her bedwetting for good. The Study - 11:49 PM Wendy cast a spell and stepped through her bathroom door into her father's study. Shelves of books lined the walls, but she didn't bother to glance at most of them; she knew where her target was. On the top of a shelf at the far end of the room sat a book mislabeled "Archeology for Dummies." Previous instances of snooping in this room had made her fully aware, however, that this book actually contained spells designed to modify human anatomy temporarily or permanently. It was entirely written in the same confusing, unintuitive language that spells were composed of, so finding the right spell would take some decoding. Around 30 minutes later, she had combed the table of contents enough to find a spell that just might work. It said something about making a single part of your body be "the same" as someone else's. Surely, all she had to do was pick someone with a stronger bladder, and she would be golden. Her best friend Kate seemed like a good fit. They were a similar height and weight, and Kate needed to use the bathroom much less frequently than Wendy. Wendy memorized the spell and started to put the book back on the shelf. "Wait," she thought to herself, "if I'm going to involve Kate in this, I need to make sure there's no way of it hurting her." She opened the book back up and checked a few things. After a few careful rereads and looking up some words, Wendy assured herself that the spell would only physically affect herself and that there wasn't a way for it to kill either of them. Content with that clarification, Wendy stepped through the bathroom door back to where it normally leads. She went to the bathroom, clearing out her bladder before what she had begun to think of as "the operation." She took off all of her clothes and stepped into the shower. Sometimes these things can get messy. With her wand pointed just below her belly button, she recited the spell while including "bladder," and Kate's full name in the appropriate spots. When the spell was finished, Wendy could feel a strange pressure in her body as her bladder started to change shape. She jumped a bit as a small squirt of pee forced its way out of her and splatted onto the shower floor. After a few seconds, however, she started to feel normal. "I hope that means it worked," she thought as she stepped out of the shower and got ready for bed. Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM - The Next Day Wendy woke up to a comfortable, dry bed and hoped that it wasn't just a coincidence. "I guess it might be a while before I know for sure," she thought to herself as she got up to go to the bathroom. She slid her panties off of her legs and sat down on the toilet. She started to pee as normal, but it felt slightly off. Even though the amount was the same, it almost felt like she was peeing twice at the same time. Maybe it was just her increased bladder capacity, or maybe she was simply overthinking things. Wendy wiped herself and started to change so she could get to class. Classroom 146 - 10:24 AM The day went by as it normally does for the most part, which was a good sign. Wendy sat in her introductory graphic design class, only half-listening to the lecture on color theory as she doodled idly in her notebook. "...the colors get warmer as...," the professor said as she realized her legs were also getting warmer. Horrified, she glanced down while trying not to draw attention to herself and tried to stop the flow. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do as warm urine spread out from between her legs. It soaked through the back of the navy-blue skirt that made up the bottom half of her school uniform and pooled into a puddle on her chair. It kept going, creeping down the chair leg and onto the floor by the time her bladder had finally emptied itself. Wendy didn't know what to do. She hadn't even needed to pee that badly. She felt the entire contents of her bladder soaking against her skin and had to hold back the urge to cry. Luckily, no one seemed to notice, so she sat in her chair, her face burning red as she waited for everyone else to leave. Eventually, everyone did leave, except for the professor. He would be staying in this room until his next class, and Wendy would have to walk right past him having clearly just peed all over herself. He looked to see why one of his students was still in their chair, and Wendy could tell from the empathetic concern on his face that he had noticed the mess. "I'll clean this up," she started to stutter, but he told her that a custodian would take care of it. Her face somehow turning even redder than before, she stumbled out of the classroom and into the bathroom to clean up. Then, as her thoughts finally had a chance to clear, an important one came into her mind: "Either Kate's bladder is a lot weaker than I thought it was, or I screwed up that spell." Kate's Dorm Room - 8:00 AM - Earlier that same day Kate woke up to an entirely unfamiliar feeling, one she had felt before but long forgotten about. She pulled away her sheets and looked down to see what it was. There was a large dark spot on her sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light pink panties. Kate had wet the bed for the first time since she was potty trained. She reached down between her legs and felt the moistness that confirmed it. Her roommate's bed was empty, and she desperately hoped that she hadn't seen what transpired in the night. She got out of bed and removed her sheets so she could wash them. Hallway - 10:23 AM As Kate was walking back from her second class, she was still thinking about what had happened that morning. It wasn't like she had been drinking or anything. Was she sick? She didn't feel sick, but just in case, she decided to go to the bathroom now, in case it would sneak up on her. She pulled down her skirt and panties and started to pee. "Yep, I think there's something wrong," she thought. It felt different from normal, in a way she couldn't quite place. It was almost as if she was peeing twice at the same time. "Wait, that doesn't even make any sense. I'm probably just overthinking things." Not too long after, she got a call from her best friend, Wendy. Kate frowned. Nine times out of ten, if Wendy was calling her in the middle of the school day, it was because she fucked up a spell. She had told Kate about the whole magic thing a while back, and frankly, sometimes it seemed like only negative things had come from it. Kate answered the phone and listened to the voice of a Wendy who had possibly just been crying. "Hey Kate, I think I messed up." Wendy explained the entire situation, and just as Kate was making the mental note that it was now ten times out of eleven, she realized something. "I think I know what is going on, can you meet me in the bad bathroom?" Bad Bathroom - 10:40 AM Wendy had completely understood what Kate meant by the "bad bathroom." It was the one bathroom on campus that barely ever had anybody in it because of how gross and allegedly haunted it was. The "haunted" rumor was made up and reinforced by Wendy, who had cast a few spells to ensure she could have a space in the classroom building that nobody would walk in on. The bathroom had two stalls, which was all Kate apparently needed to test her hypothesis. "Just sit on the toilet in that stall and don't do anything." Wendy did as she was told and pulled down her still damp skirt. A few seconds later, a small jet of pee burst out of her without warning. Curiously, the sound it made when it hit the toilet was also coming from the stall that Kate was in. "I've figured it out," she said over the wall of the stall, "we're sharing the same bladder!" Parking Lot - 2:00 PM - 2 Days later As Wendy waited with Kate and the rest of the volleyball team for the bus to show up, she thought about her bladder. She had managed to coordinate going to the bathroom with Kate via text to avoid any further accidents while she tried to find a solution. All she had found so far was how to change whose bladder she was sharing, but frankly that wouldn't really help her much. The bus finally showed up and she sat down next to Kate. It would be a long ride to the game, and the stress was already starting to make her think she needed to pee again. It took about an hour for her to realize that thought was definitely correct, and she asked if they would be able to stop to use the restroom. "We've got a stop in about 30 miles" the bus driver responded. She was content with that answer. She wasn't too desperate yet. Half an hour later, the bus stopped at a gas station and everyone got out. "Make sure to use the bathroom if you need to," the coach said, "There isn't anywhere to stop after this besides our destination." Wendy and Kate didn't need to be told to go; they were the first ones off of the bus. Their faces sunk as they stepped inside the gas station and realized something: there was only one toilet. If one of them went, the other would be wetting themselves, and it wouldn't be worth the rumors that would start if they both went in at the same time. They both stepped aside, as if they hadn't needed to use the bathroom after all, and they tried to figure something out. By the time Wendy determined she would be willing to sneak out back and crouch down, it was already too late. Everyone else was getting back on the bus. The urge to pee grew as each minute passed. She realized there was too much time left in the trip to make it when her bladder started hurting. She squirmed in her seat and looked over to Kate making very similar motions. For a split second, her bladder released and a small wet patch appeared on her underwear. Kate appeared to jump a bit and turned to look at her, concerned and desperate. Wendy's mind raced as she thought of how she could get out of this. She felt so guilty for subjecting Kate to this, and her mind turned towards ways she could even just spare her the embarrassment. "I could sit on her lap," she thought "and then it might look like all of the pee was mine." No, that was a bit too ridiculous. "But what about something even more ridiculous?" Wendy looked over to Kate. "Cover me," she said as she slid down into the area in front of her seat. Kate, wondering what she was up to, held up the blanket she had on her legs to cover any line of sight the other passengers had to her. Wendy then pulled out her wand and said some words Kate didn't recognize. Well, maybe she did recognize a few words; one of them sounded like "bus." Wendy sat back up in her seat as she felt her bladder shift in the same way it had a few days before, and that was enough to release the floodgates. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly as a steady stream soaked through her volleyball shorts and onto the seat of the bus. She heard Kate's concerned squeal as the same thing happened to her. She felt confident that she had reduced Kate's embarrassment, however, because a gush of pee was coming from the crotches of everyone on the bus. A few moans, sighs, and startled yelps came from the various passengers as puddles of pee pooled onto the seats and its scent filled the bus. The streams slowed as Wendy regained control over her bladder, and an awkward silence filled the piss-soaked bus. Eventually they made it to the school of the team they would be playing against, and they all shuffled through the halls of the rival school towards the bathroom as a few members of the other team turned to each other stifling laughs. Wendy felt justifiably embarrassed, but also slightly proud. Now was no way anyone on the team would tell the school that she and Kate had pissed their pants.

“It’s nice to finally come over and take a load off after such a long week.” Minato Aqua took her shoes off and stretched her limbs in all directions. “Can you believe it Shion? They actually expect me to do maid stuff like cleaning the dishes and mopping the floor! I can’t do that! I’m a gamer maid!” “I don’t know, I feel like the title of ‘maid’ probably has something to do with it. People tend to do more in life than just play Apex, you know?” Murasaki Shion giggled to herself as she scanned her best friend from head to toe. She had invited the cotton candy-haired girl over for the weekend under the guise of being “a weekend for the girls.” However, the petite witch had much more devilish things planned. She had been browsing her spell books for new and inventive ways to prank others, but the one she found last week took the cake. “There’s no way I could turn down the ability to trap her in a diaper. She’d look way too cute! Plus, it’d give me a little leverage over her for a while,” Shion thought to herself as her giggle morphed into laughter. “What’s so funny?” Aqua pouted. “I don’t think that my profession is that humorous!” “I suppose you’re right,” Shion replied. “Btw, wanna get into some new clothes? I doubt you wanna wear that maid outfit all weekend.” She grabbed Aqua out of her seat and stood her up in front of her. “Yeah, that’d be nice. You told me not to bring any clothes though. What am I gonna wear?” “Don’t worry about that. I learned a new spell that can change a person’s clothes to whatever they want!” The bratty girl tried her best not to laugh at her blatant lie as the other girl beamed with excitement. “Really?! That’s so cool! You’d never have to buy clothes again! I guess your magic is useful for something after all,” Aqua joked before extending her arms outwards. “What are you waiting for? Light me up!” “Sure thing, baby girl.” Shion mumbled the last part of her sentence as she waved her wand and prepared to cast the spell. Normally she’d need to be touching the subject for these kinds of spells, but this one was based off of line of sight, making it easy to target the girl standing eagerly in front of her. Taking a deep breath and channeling her energy, she uttered, “Infantilia Morphessia.” A bright light emitted from Shion’s wand, blinding both girls momentarily, causing them to close their eyes. Shion was first to open them, however, as she was greeted with the sight of her success. Aqua was devoid of all clothes, save a large, poofy paper diaper. “Shion, what happened? I feel- AIIIIIHHHHHHHH!” The maid cut herself off as her eyes opened and she looked downwards, revealing her embarrassing state of dress. “HAHAHAHA, it worked!” Shion laughed as Aqua screamed in her own humiliation. However, it wasn’t very soon until the witch noticed a soft and crumply object between her own legs. “Huh?! No way!” Shion looked down at herself to reveal she had ended up cursing herself as well. “B-but how?” Shion looked around in a panicked state before her eyes grew three sizes. Slightly behind Aqua’s right-hand side was a full body mirror, of which Shion could see herself clearly. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening!” “Ughhhh, why won’t it come off?!” The other girl was not on the ground, desperately trying with all her might to pull or rip the infantile padding off her, but the garment resisted every attempt as if it were magic. “Shion, what did you do?” “Shit, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” the silver-haired girl cursed, facing her friend with a grimace on her face. “We’re trapped in these until I can find a way out.” “WHAT?!” Aqua got on her knees and grabbed Shion by her waist. “What do you mean?” “Only you were supposed to be hit by the spell, and I was gonna baby you for the weekend. The diapers can only be taken off by someone who isn’t cursed. But, since I got myself too, neither of us can take the diapers off of ourselves or each other.” “You’re kidding me. What now then? You don’t expect us to just sit here and use this diaper, do you?” “Just give me some time, I’m gonna figure something out.” With that, Shion buried herself in her spell book. “Well hurry up. I… have to pee…” Aqua shifted her legs a little at the end of her statement. Shion scowled, feeling a twinge in her own bladder as well. “HURRY UP!” “I’m trying!” Shion snapped back. It had been an hour, and both girls were now bouncing back-and-forth, doing their own potty dances as they desperately tried to hold their pee. The witch-girl had it worse, having to deal with finding a way to undo the spell, Aqua’s rambling, and her bladder all at the same time. “Ah, there it is!” She had finally found a spell that could work. The wording was unclear, but it seemed to be a “spell of sharing”. She didn’t quite get it, but it sounded like she could take her own curse and push it onto Aqua. “Do it already then!” Aqua was bouncing so much it looked almost like an idol step. “Of course,” Shion said with a smirk. This time, the spell was just one word. Grabbing her wand again, Shion incanted another spell. “Synegendo.” “Whoa!” Aqua yelped. The room filled with another flash of white, and before long both girls opened their eyes. This time, however, vision wasn’t needed to know what happened, as they could feel the body heat of another firmly pressed against their fronts. “WHAAAAAAAAT?” Both girls screamed. The spell had done the worst thing possible. Where the duo had originally been wearing their own diapers, they now found their waists were tightly bound together, entrapped together in one large, singular diaper. “Get off of me!” Aqua demanded, pulling desperately at the garment that now conjoined them. “I-I can’t! We’re stuck together!” The girls’ crotched were so firmly smashed together that they could feel each other’s pubic hair grazing the other’s vagina. Before they could comment further on their discomfort, they were reminded of a feeling that was now ripping its control from the girls’ bodies. “No, I can’t hold it!” “Shit me neither!” “I’M PEEING!” Both girls wailed as their urine started to jet out of their pussies and into the waiting padding. The duo could do nothing but hold each other as their crotches were cascaded with one another’s pee, humiliation burning holes through their faces as the begged for it to end. After multiple minutes, their streams turned into trickles, then into drops. The middle part of their shared diaper sagged greatly under the burden of two desperate women’s urine. “S-Shion… I feel so gross.” “I know… Me too…” The girls were gently sobbing on each other’s shoulders, nearly exhausted from the recent events. But that didn’t stop the spell from doing it’s magic any less. After a small reprieve, the short girls felt a pressure build at their anuses. “W-what?! Why did it suddenly get so strong?!” An epiphany hit Shion. “No way…” “Shion, I-I gotta…” “I know. It’s the spell, I think.” Shion let out a curse before continuing, “I think the last spell made us share each other’s spell effects.” “But… what does that have to do with anything?” the maid said, simultaneously squirming to hold the pressure in her bowels while trying not to mash her now soaked vagina against Shion’s. “To be honest, making us naked and putting us in diapers isn’t the only thing the first spell was supposed to do.” A blush formed on the witch’s face before she continued. “It also is supposed to increase the urge to use the bathroom. And because the second spell made us share each other’s spell on top of our own, I think we’re now experiencing the increased urge twofold.” “You… you mean…” Aqua stammered her speech, scared of the implications. “Yes,” Shion exhaled. “I imagine we’re only gonna be able to hold it for a few minutes before we… poop ourselves…” “I see…” No words were exchanged after that. Minutes passed, and as foretold, Aqua grunted softly as her anus gave out, allowing her poop to slide out effortlessly into her side of their shared diaper, bulging out the material with semi-soft goop. Shion didn’t last much longer. She grabbed the maid’s shoulders as she braced herself for the coming incontinence. Several hard logs of poop forced their way out of her behind, coiling on top of on another to make an even more pronounced bulge in her side of the diaper. As they defected in their underwear, their floodgates opened again, causing them to drench each other’s crotches yet again in pee. After many minutes of combined grunting and pushing, the duo’s diaper became fully used, and both girls were finally relieved. Their combined effort and close body heat only made things awkward, however, as sweat pooled all over their bodies and down their diaper as well, sweating so much that they could start to feel their breasts stick together. “We need to call someone, unless you wanna be stuck in a dirty diaper together all day,” Shion said between breaths. “Yeah. Let’s call Choco. She’s a nurse, so she has to keep this confidential, right?” “Good idea. Also, let’s get on the floor before my legs give out and I do something we both regret.” Aqua nodded, and both girls managed to ease themselves into a sitting position on the ground, the duo cringing as they felt their collective piss and shit push up against their bare bottoms and practically smooching crotches. As Aqua dialed up Choco, Shion thought to herself, “This is gonna be the longest wait of my life.” In an hour, Yuzuki Choco entered Shion’s apartment to be greeted by two girls lying on their side, sharing a heavily used diaper. The sight would’ve been appalling if she wasn’t told beforehand, but the demon couldn’t help but burst out laughing at her genmates’ predicament. “Don’t laugh. It’s not funny!” Aqua pouted, squirming lightly as the mess she was in started to get uncomfortable. “Just please, get us out of this mess!” Shion begged, feeling the beginning of a diaper rash developing on her nether regions. “Oh don’t worry girls, I’m gonna get you out in a minute.” Choco pulled out her smartphone and took a series of photos of the humiliated duo, making their eyes turn into tiny marbles. “C-C-Choco, w-what are you gonna do with those?” Fear deteriorated Shion’s ability to speak as the nurse kept taking pictures. “Oh, nothing. Just some material to ensure you two stay obedient while I baby you for the weekend.” The girls’ hearts fell. “But I thought nurses were supposed to be confidential!” Aqua rebutted. “In cases of health, yes. Not in cases of stupidity.” Choco put down the large bag she had been carrying and pulled out two adult diapers from it. “Now, are Mommy’s little girls ready for their first change of the weekend?” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

You are in control of a cute girl with omorashi themed powers! Please choose: Name: Age: (Not too young) Appearance: (Body type, hair color, ect) Personality: (shy, lewd, ect) Background information: Bladder size: (ex: small, medium, large [more detail than this]) And, of course, her powers! Some ideas include: Being able too see desperation, can transfer bladders, desperation control, ect (she can have two of these) (She automatically has mild mind control powers) Ect: Majority will usually win, if the vote is 3/4 or greater, if not I will randomize This is my very first story, so feel free to give me advice!

This was something I read many, many years ago. From what I remember, the main protagonist found a magic book one day that listed the names of every person that goes to his school. Beside the list of names were three columns, each one showing how many times that person has peed inside or outside for the day, and wether or not they were menstruating. Furthermore, at some point near the end (or what was the end at the time), a curse gets placed over the school, causing rain to fall (the rain may or may not have been urine, I can’t remember) that forced everyone to have to pee very badly. The protag has some sort of anime-magic-transformation scene when he discovers that he gets special powers from drinking women’s pee. I don’t really remember anything else from that part other than that he had a really tall hat, I’m pretty sure. It’s killing me that I can’t find it anywhere online. Please, help!

A Fantasy of a slightly different kind here, the knights and dragons kind. Enjoy and review if you would like. It was a shame, sometimes, that Prestidigitation was a line of sight spell when used to clean things, Kilaria Sweetune thought as she changed her diaper on the roadside. The simple Cantrip could easily clean even her largest messes with one casting but she still needed to carry at least 1 change with her at all times, though luckily the spell could easily mask or change smells as an AOE. It was annoying to have to lay down, often on the rough, stone ground of a dungeon, and let the cold, dank, air, often fouled more by the smell of goblins, dead or alive, then by the smell of the business in the pants of her or her party members, blow over her nethers, chilling the young bard to the bone as she attempted to get the deed over with as quickly as possible. It didn't help that the spell did nothing about the gradual warping of the cloth caused by constantly vanishing the waste it soaked up but being able to do nothing about the stretching said waste had caused the cloth to do. She estimated that the bottom most layer of her liners had perhaps two changes left in it before it stretched beyond the bounds of her rubber pants, and that meant replacement or leakage. Nothing for it, she thought pulling up her skirts, time for a trek to Charhelan to purchase some new liners. Perhaps she would get some of those new all-in-one diapers that the artificers of the big cities had come up with. The cleric in the last group she had teamed up with had rather fetching ones with her Holy symbol artfully sewn into it while, somehow, not leaking out the holes such sewing must have made. Surely she had enough coin from that last den of goblins that she could spare some for two or three pairs before shopping around to upgrade her other gear. Two days travel later, and an hour outside the city gates, was a sight that gave her pause. Two elven women standing off to the side of the road. Had they been humans she would have assumed them to be a young mother with her daughter, though that assessment would have changed after a bit of eavesdropping unless the older looking one was named 'sissie' or some such, but you could never tell age with elves. The reason they were standing on the side of the road made it rather obvious that they were not native to the kingdom, or again at least the taller one wasn't. She was clutching her midriff in a way that looked painful, and struggling to walk forward while the other looked back at her with exasperation. They were a study in contrasts, the smaller one looking around six years old in a bright pink skirt. Her large, puffy, and obviously soiled, diaper sticking visibly out the bottom. The taller looked to be in her mid twenties, in a drab green dress of the style favored by commoners in most other kingdoms, her undergarments only barely hinted at beneath the thick fabric. Kali's eavesdropping graced her with the woman's beautiful, almost musical, voice saying "my body just won't let me," and she grinned, that was a situation she could definitely help with. She approached the duo and cleared her throat before saying "I couldn't help but overhear, and think I may be able to help you, if you want that is." The woman looked skeptical, but gave a short nod and Kali's grin grew as she put her ranks in Perform (Comedy) to the test, with a quick casting of Laughter at the end sending her subject into peals of jubilant giggles for far longer than just the spell alone would provide. The results were immediately obvious by the woman's suddenly smoother movements, not to mention the almost pornographic moan she let out. The smaller elf clapped excitedly, "oh thank you. I had thought my niece would subject herself to such pain her entire visit." She looked between the two of them grinning, ears perking slightly at her niece's (and wasn't that a surprise) quiet muttering that this felt much nicer than she anticipated. "Perhaps you would like to accompany us the rest of the way to the city? I know I would feel so much better knowing we had the protection of an obvious adventurer, and I am sure my niece would like the chance to thank her rescuer, perhaps you could even show her what a proper change is like once we get there?" Kali felt a radiant blush start to cross her face, and judging by the look on the face of the other elven maiden that experience would not be unwelcome. As she helped the woman stand, she could not ignore the slightly lustful gaze that passed over her body. Perhaps, sometimes, Prestidigitation being line of sight might not be so bad after all.

You’ve been granted 3 wishes by a magic lamp, how do you use them to fulfil your omo fantasies?

Please don’t mind any spelling or caps errors “I see the stars” she murmured as the dark of night befell them as they lay on the hard ground. The two women stared off into the darkness as they sleep the remains of a battle crumbling beside them. *three months beforehand* The lord sat on her throne her sword and staff hanging from a armor stand. the room was pristine not a speck of dust as the lord who was a women with flowing brown hair with sharp features and was muscular but somewhat out of shape mostly with her years on the throne to blame She sat consumed by worry as she waited to receive a message that could be arriving anytime she was sweating with worry as so she claimed The message arrived the lord squirmed with...anticipation? Anyways the lord listened closely as a servant read the letter aloud the lord looked...worried? As she had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth clenched halfway through the letter a faint wind passed through the room and the lords expression changed from the clenched jaw to a deep sigh with a faint smile on her face she adjusted her seat and finished listening the message confirmed it they were at war The lord excused herself claiming that she required time to develop a plan for war and she walked to her room called her most personal servant and locked the door shut The lord who’s name happened to be Melissa extended her arms letting her servant by the name of Anna Anna begann undoing the laces on the back of Melissa‘s dress letting her take deep breaths freely anna also removed the silk fabric of the garment supporting Melissa’s breasts soon Melissa’s entire top was off and Anna began removing the layered skirts that covered a simple fabric miniskirt held on by a fine leather belt that few would ever see something else even fewer wound see the skirt itself was soaked through anna who unfortunately was having to kneel to remove such garments had her head unfortunately close to the skirt that was hopelessly stained yellow Melissa shifted and said “hurry up i to...just hurry” as her legs squeezed together Anna was use to doing this as she finally finished unbuckling the belt And all that was left were the formerly white panties that were regretfully full with the mess squished almost flat against her rear but anna removed the panties and diligently wiped Melissa’s private’s until they were clean all the while Melissa tried her hardest not to let out all urine that was left as she was about to rush to the bathroom a knock echoed off the hardwood door “ queen allies have arrived and are requesting a immediately council” anna without missing a beat took something out of a nearby drawer and stated “please spread your legs my lord I highly recommend you wear this” it was a soft garment with buttons on the sides and three inch thick cloth “why must I” Melissa asked trying to escape to her bathroom “Well...ummm....comfort...and convenience” anna said not giving Melissa much time to think slipping the undergarments on and swiftly redressing the queen With that Melissa was rushed out the door to the awaiting lords Melissa attempted to walk regally but it was difficult with the unusual bulk. She sat at the large square table and joined the normal conversation minutes of this pass and something didn’t seem right to Melissa Before she had ascended to power Melissa had been a soldier and she knew when something was wrong now was one of those times as mere seconds later smoke rippled off the surface of the table yet her days on the battlefield had be more than four years ago her old habits took over Melissa rushed to the armor stand and swiftly unhooked the staff from its leather bindings she heard noises from the high smoke she took a deep breath and remembered her training “focus remove distractions”she thought as she got ready to rid herself of the bulging pain in her bladder she took a deep breath as the golden liquid spilled down but strangely none ran down her legs and at that moment she knew what the garment was. “a diaper” “haven’t worn one in a while” she relaxed her body and got ready for any oncoming threats “Hey lissa” one of her friends whispered they of course were not supposed be taking they were marching to battle lissa as most called her, was marching to her first battle as a solider she in the light plate armor alongside many others all had thoughts of glory and grander not knowing whats to come “what is it” lissa whispered back “do you have to pee” the friend asked “no” lissa lied “ok” similar small banter was shot back and forth until they saw them...the foe they marched against Lissa joined the charge holding the flimsy looking blade she had been given and stared hacking and slashing and in a blur she was separated from her unit to a near empty side of the battlefield A person in a showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women strolled along with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her and turned to see lissa all alone Lissa held her sword shakily and ran at the women who in one smooth motion took her weapon and stabbed at lissa Lissa fell back to see her Breastplate has saved her lissa sat up and scuttled back seeing the women standing above her “looks like i got you” she said in a peppy voice lissa was terrified as she stumbled backwards the poorly made pants of her uniform tearing of on a patch of briers she has gone through ripping the cheap fabric off of her chest The women approached once more and tilted her head and said in the kind of voice that a parent uses on a small child ” aww did you wet yourself” she said as lissa looked down to see the panties she was wearing as she saw more and more rippled out saturating the gray panties the women licked her lips and said “i may just enjoy your company as she got closer and lissa’s world shifted to black Melissa stood steadfast preparing for whatever came a she spotted a flash of blue and lunged slamming the blunt silver tip of the staff into the assassin the women who was wearing A showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back the women hit the ground with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her “You” she said “did you wet yourself this time as well” she said as she and Melissa started clashing there weapon the women’s halbert and Melissa’s staff they fought nearly as equals Lissa awoke upright naked with her hands bound somewhat comfortably below her a pit above her the women in blue sat up from a nearby chair of the log cabin they sat in “here drink this” the women demanded and lissa still half awake only started noticing her the current events the women was pouring a green liquid down her throat but lissa didn’t struggle She was too afraid the women bent over and leaned close putting her head against lissa’s stomach “do you feel it” “rippling throughout your body shaking it to its core” Lissa felt a sharp pain as the strange liquid shot through her taking anything in her stomach and shooting out into the pit in a pressurized jet after nearly two minutes of this it slowed spitting into several trails spilling down her thighs The women in blue placed a long plank of wood across the pit and began removing lissa’s bounds lissa in a moment of panic she kicked wildly knocking the women into the pit below The women screeched and was silenced with a splash lissa pulled the wood plank until it fell of into the pit hitting the women’s head knocking her out lissa fell backwards onto the floor trying to stay her breath She spent minutes before standing back up and beginning to rummage through the log cabin knowing she couldn’t leave in the nude in the first drawer she found several other skirts similar to the one the women was wearing she tried on a gray one that seemed like anyone could see up yet when she looked in the mirror to see nothing was visible she moved and shook but it always stayed down she couldn’t even lift it up it was completely stiff lissa decided it was to showy Lissa found normal foodstuffs in the kitchen and nothing of interest in the living room but she found the women’s bedroom The bedroom had many drawers and dressers along with armor stands wearing everything from full scale maile to a pink tutu lissa began looting Lissa found a simple cloth top and a knee length skirt with built in fabric panties that comfortably cradled her privates, lissa opened a drawer to see numerous folded cloth panties lissa snagged some strangely enough at the bottom of the drawer there was a false bottom, she lifted it away to see what looked like...diapers twenty of them three different types five pull-ups five with tapes on the sides and ten that didn’t connect in any logical way but as soon as she picked one up to get a better look she watched as it moved on its own and disappeared only for her to feel it slot itself in between her legs she now knew what the skirt was for. Lissa shamefully took all of the diapers for herself and there was a strange contraption that involved several ropes and a diaper a object that confirmed that this woman ether was or had contact with a magic user, they were uncommon but did exist Lissa on her way out took a halbert with her and left the cabin Melissa parried a stab from the women’s halbert and returned with full force hitting the women in the stomach and slamming her into a wall Melissa continued with a savage stream of attacks the silver tip of her staff catching the women’s clothes and tearing them off the women tried to hold it in but her body released a small amount of urine with astounding speed the women threw a object at Melissa but she knocked to back only for the contraption to spring to life with chains binding to the walls and methodically removing what was left of her skirt and panties and the chains holding her still pulled an absurdly large diaper onto her with metal chains across the bottom and sides finally the contraption snapped a lock on the chained diaper so even if she did escape the diaper would stay on yet the contraption finished dangling from the ceiling, Melissa looked at the panties on the ground to see that the bottom was soaked through Melissa in a mocking tone said “aww did you wet your self” “did you piss your panties” the women quietly whispered something “what did you say”Melissa said the women spoke quietly and said “yes” she whispered “are you sure I thought you said “I was so scared i wet my panties” didn’t you” The women yelled “I WAS SO SCARED I WET MY PANTIES NOW LET ME DOW-” she said before cutting herself off and her hands shooting down to her crotch to futility stop herself but it no avail the diaper slowly turned yellow as small droplets fell to the floor “anna remove her and place her in the dungeon and don’t give her any clothes ether” said as she began dragging the other five unconscious queens to her bedchamber to awaken them Melissa had awkwardly woken up the rest of the lords one of which had wet herself queen grenson one had wet and messed herself queen mespisr Two admitted had admitted to wearing diaper queens shmits and lokedth And the last one who had clearly messed herself but denied it as she winced and sat down with a loud squelch but she continued denying it queen cosuply Grenson borrowed some of Melissa’s panties and a dress Mespisr had brought her own change shmits didn’t need a change since she didn’t wet to badly lokedth had a servant change her diaper cosuply had denied any help and took the no stops ride home without a change As soon as they all left Melissa locked her chambers and demanded for anna to undress her “whats the rush” anna asked “I need to use the restroom please hurry” “Just go thats the point of the diaper” anna said Melissa was annoyed but anna was right as she relaxed as a large bulge formed on her rear visible even with her dress on The feeling took her back to her war days Anna was undressing Melissa when the question appeared “anna where do you get this diaper on short notice” “Oh it was one of mine i used them for long trips” “Oh ok then” and they finished in silence “There is a war going on” Melissa thought sitting on her throne “here i am surrounded by guards and servants undisturbed by the people struck down on the battlefield” She had made her decision She was joining the war Part one any recommendations are welcome

Welcome to the magical world of Usuxgyno. As magical as this world may be, it isn't all the color of roses. Geopolitical tensions are rising, nations and kingdoms are increasingly threatening with a war of unprecedented scale, and deep beneath the earth, in a dimension only described in myths and tales faded by time, an evil as ancient as the universe stirs in its deep slumber. With the entire world geared for conflict, and a single spark all that is needed for the planet-sized powder keg to ignite, who will you fight for? If evil and chaos wakes, will you attempt to seal it back under order? Or will you fan it's all-consuming flame? The choice is only yours... How this works There are 5 classes, each with 3 different subclasses. You must first select a subclass, and then create your character by specifying both physical and personality traits. Your class will not only determine your statistics, but also what weapons you may wield and what spells you may cast. Without further ado, it's time to select a class CLASSES Fighter: Fighters are your regular foot soldiers. They possess a moderately strong resistance and damage, however, they lack in mobility WARRIOR: Big, burly, and bloodthirsty, warriors have a very high resistance and damage, compensated by them being slow as an iceberg MILITIA: Militias are quicker and more nimble than most fighters, granting them a higher mobility. This is compensated by their subpar resistance BATTLEMAGE: Battlemages, as their name suggests, have a deeper knowledge of the arcane than their more brute counterparts. Their overall statistics are a bit lower, but they compensate for this by having stronger and more versatile spells Assassin: Assasins are quick, agile, and can deal insane amounts of single-target damage. However, their resistance leaves a lot to be desired DUELIST: Duelists boast high resistances but suffer from lower mobility, This makes them excellent for one-on-one combat,while hindering their ability for full-army battles NINJA: Ninjas are faster than any other class, and their damage is also very decent. However, their bottom-tier resistances make them more suited to stealth missions than live combat PREDATOR: Predators lack in mobility and resistance, but they make up for it with insane amounts of damage and a high amount of stealth, which lets them hide until the perfect moment. Ranger: Rangers are... ranged. They have a decently high damage stat, and also a medium amount of resistance, however their mobility is low. MARKSMEN: Marksmen are regular rangers, with high amounts of damage, and a low mobility stat HUNTER: Hunters have a higher mobility and stealth than their ranger counterparts, allowing them to perform surprise attacks from afar GUNSLINGER: Gunslingers harness the power of gunpowder, granting them higher damage and range. However this also lowers their mobility and makes it difficult for them to melee. Mage: Mages are blessed with higher knowledge of the arcane and the Golden Elemental Wheel PHYSICAL MAGE: Physical mages control the elements of the physical realm (Fire, water, earth, and air) These elements are easier to learn and control but less versatile SPIRITUAL MAGE: This subclass controls elements which belong to the spiritual realms (Darkness, light, life, and death) These elements are more powerful, although harder to control VANTAMAGE: Vantamages control the element of pure void and chaos. This grants them an extreme amount of power, however it's also very volatile and unpredictable, and may cause serious damage to the user, both physically and psychologically TANK: Tanks are big beasts, with low damage and mobility, but sky-high resistances PARAGON: Paragons deal near-zero damage, however this is compensated by their higher mobility and more powerful spells, which provide more protection to allies CONQUEROR: Conquerors sacrifice some resistance for higher mobility and damage, making them excellent in the front lines JUGGERNAUT: Juggernauts are even slower than normal tanks, however their higher damage and more versatile spells mean they can take on entire battalions at once CHARACTER CREATION (Female, sorry but male desperation just isn't my thing) Name: Class: Subclass: Height: Body Type: (Slim, chubby, muscular, etc...) Eye color Skin color Hair color Bladder capacity: (1-10, 1 being "has to go every 1-2 hours, and 10 being "can hold for over 24 hours) Bladder strength: (1-10, with 1 being "from slight urge to leaking extremely quick", and 10 being "can hold a completely full, bursting bladder for hours") Personality: Add messing to the story? (Yes/No, if yes, specify bowel capacity and strength) Any extra information you wish to add? I look forward to your character ideas, and to get this show on the road

Faylee open her eyes. She slowly sits up, she's right now on the ground. She looks around, and there is a lot of people laying on the ground sleeping, but most of them wakes up at the same time as she does. All of them are in a tight fitting white shirt and clear gray leggings. Boys P's and girls slit and breasts are not hidden by the clothes, they are even more alluring or appealing that they would in common clothes. There is also some boys that have a cunt and some girls that have a P too, of course, and in fact some of the beings aren't boy or girl even, but they are still here and in tight clothes, nonetheless. "Hello, what's your name?" A blond girl near her asks. "I'm Faylee. And you?" She replies. "I'm Akira." She answers. "Do you know why we are here for?" "No. But it is really scary tho." Faylee replies, trying to tie correctly her wandering red hairs. Suddenly a door opens, in two parts like in a spaceship lock or something, it looks futuristic and modern. Some figures in armored suits like space soldiers of some sort walks, and the one of the five that are here wears unlike the others that are white, a black helmet that looks terrifying, but at the same time it looks like a black hole, not invisible but really deforming the light coming behind it and looking like a bulb, an effect that don't seems out of context with the soldiers and the door, altho the people are truly scared of it. The time passes slowly, the soldiers watch the people's surprise and fearfulness. "What are we here for?" Someone tries to shout at them. The soldiers look right a him, it's a black plumb guy, in a nerdy shirt. "You don't have the scoring to get that reply for now." A shady voice replies inside the black helmet, in deformed and shatter robotic tone. The silence gets back and scares them all. "What are we going to do?" Faylee subtly asks to Akira. "I guess they would have killed us if they wanted to." She thinks out loud. They look at the soldiers again. "Would you hurt us?" Akira shouts. "That is not the objective of the program." The dark voice replies. "You don't have right to do a thing with us! Bunch of crooks, it is outlawed anything of what you have done to us by far already!" Someone else disproves and gets angry. The hidden figure brings a wand from their back, and point it at the young woman, and the next instant, she is magically lifted up and brought close to the soldiers, then the black helmet does a movement with their arm to put her back on her feet. The crowd is scared of what is going to happen to her. "You have deserved a punishment." The darklord says. "No I'm sorry I-" She panics. The second after the voice spoke they point on her their wand again, a ray sound is hearable, and suddenly her gray leggings starts to get wet from her crotch, her legs get small wet stripes from her private parts and the patch grows more and more. It stop soons after it started, but just enough for everyone of the crowd to have seen what she done. The woman looks down, still unsure about her senses, but she felt it right, her thighs are wet, she gone herself, when everyone is staring a her. She becomes red and feels incredibly humiliated, and starts crying like a kid. Every people are quiet, they have been scared of what could happen to her, then they are comforted that she is okay, but they really wouldn't like to be at her place right now. "I-" She cries, someone in the crowd do like a wow sound or something then she gets angry a bit. "It's not me!! I'm toilet trained!!!" She blushes, and turn at the soldiers. "That is ugly!!" She adds, speaking about what she had been made done. "I wouldn't had thought you would ask for more smites." The dark helmet says. They point on her their wand once more, and a ray sound is hearable. "Your pelvic muscles fitness have been reduced by 50%." The voice adds. "No, please! I'm sorry!! I don't mean it!!!" She cries. The black helmet use their wand to lift the woman and place back where she were. After a little silence, no one interfere with the scene, and the dark helmet takes the voice again. "You are all here for a reason. You can't know why yet. But an advice I would told to you is that you better comply, unless you wanna be humiliated like her." The dark voice explains. The dark helmet strikes the ground with their wand and all people's clothes disappear in a instant. Everyone covers their private parts, altho some don't care at all. Then they do again, and everyone's clothes are back again. The woman that have been punish still have her wet leggings, so the clothes are the same changed. Faylee and Akira didn't had time to look at themselves, otherwise they would be quite red by now. "This is only dusts of what I am capable to do. If you're wandering about your consent, well now you may ask yourself why you accepted already. Some of you received a strange mail. Some a letter. Some a direct well-clear-to-be-read contract, and aren't unhappy to be here. But you all agreed to be. Everything that will or could happen here were not hidden. But like everyone you just don't care about terms and conditions of use. So what ever product you drank or eaten, your felt asleep and your position was shown to us by a plotter, you have consumed the contract and now everything is going to be done. You will know why. But after the program." Everyone feels stupid. They may should have be more cautious of what they are doing with products and stuff. Faylee is scared to provoke the soldiers, but she burns to have more precisions. "But what if we don't complain in long term? I mean I will submit myself of course but if I had made a friend here and they happen to be bad behaving would they be hurt?" She asks. The dark helmet draws their wand right at her, but nothing happens actually. She feels like the dark helmet is opening her mind like we open a book, to see if she is honest, but the spacesoldier only finds in her genuine curiosity and fearness. "The traits of your soul are not mixable with these kind of people anyways. Don't worry Faylee, you will be certainly one of the less scoundrels." She sighs quietly in relief that nothing bad happen for her, and mostly not surprised that they know her name already. Akira looks at her, and she hugs her. "Thank you." She says after receiving the sweet hug. "I really needed this, it is really scary." "Let's stay friends okay? It would be better for us." She answer. Faylee nods yes. Then they focus on the space suits again. "Now we need you to make separated groups. Those who thinks they are fit and can fight well, you go with Mars." The dark voice order. A soldier with a sword on their bust walks sparse from the rest of the soldiers. Some people shyly walks and emerge around them, close to the soldier. "Those who thinks they are good merchants and traders, you go with Hermes." The dark helmet continues. A soldier with a flower on their chest form a group with some of the crowd. Faylee and Akira glance at eachother, but they read in their eyes they won't go there too. "Those who thinks they are smart, you go with Athena." The process repeats, a group of people form a team with a soldier, this one have a tower icon. Faylee looks at Akira, and she knows she's that type, but she wouldn't like to be separated from her new friend. She looks at her a bit sad and sorry. "It's nice! I'm smart too!" Akira smiles at her at her surprise. "What really?" Faylee asks. "Yes. Why? I don't look like a nerd, huh?" She smirks. Faylee blushes, and Akira giggles. They get to the group of people in front of the strategy solider. "Those who likes to create and produce weapons, you go with Hephaestus." The dark voice ends. The last soldier have a hammer on their chest. The four groups start to walks following the corresponding space soldier, and our two friends do the same and stay in the movement. "Don't ever forget I see everything, I feel everything, I hear everything, and I know everything. You better not try to lie to me in anyway. The punishment of your dues will be tremendous." They warn the crowd. After a walking, Faylee and Akira finds themselves in a office area filled with desks. The solder let them here, and close the door, then they sit on a chair in a survey room, that have a glass that show everything happens in the office room. The soldier press a button, and a counter appears on a screen, with red digital number on a black plane. Aside of it there is the sentence "Time before bathroom break:" and the time is 1:59:58 and lowering, means there is two hours before a break, which leads to meaning that they can't leave the room before the time is finished. The computers of the desks turn on, and some colors appears. "Well, I hope you won't need to go too soon then!" Akira says a bit afraid. "I know I will." "No it's okay, maybe we can be fast and finish before the time is up. They will certainly let us a free time after that." She wanders. "I hope so, you're making me having expectations, let's think you said right..." She confess. They come by the desk and look at the computer's screens, there is a game with soldiers and alien giant spiderish-scarabs, attacking a base and some troops. Faylee, strongly attracted to that type of games, grabs the chair and sit in front of an office, eager to know what the space people wants from them. She get her hand on the mouse and the keyboard, and with the arrows she slides the camera around the map. Akira sits, a bit reluctant, not specially attracted to games in general and even more hard games like RTS where only the meta of the game is important and she can't construct enough economy buildings like a city builder she would prefer. They look around the map, and see there is two sides, crossed by a river, the further side of the map is mountainous and the closer is desertic, when they zoom in they can see the tiny units and the huge size of the game. "What do we have to do?" Akira asks. "I don't understand a thing." "Find the base and produce units." Faylee replies. "How to even do that?" She asks clueless. "Press shift." She answer. Akira press a tile of the keyboard and a cyan/light blue base is now at the center of the screen and a spaceship flying over it. Faylee on her side, finds that on the edge of the screen there is a counter of roughly 2 hours 30 minutes with the name of "The Hive Anger", lowering slowly, and nearby there is names of players. "Computer 1", "Computer 2", all that up to the 8 desks there is in the place. She controls herself navy blue units, and that they are all in the same team. "Okay I know what game it is like, it looks quite original to me but the UI is inspiring me confidence, the game looks like Zero-k and Airmech Strike, I know exactly what to do to win." She explains. "Alright, let's try that. I would not like to end like the girl that wet her leggings." She says. "I don't think we would be punish if we lose, but we can't know, still a great idea to try our best." She explains. She select her leader and see its UI, like many games she knows, there is actions, but also the leader can construct on its own. She place a light archer aside of her command center, and after a few seconds, the archer tower is finished. If she would describe it looks a bit like a medieval setup, players start from hunter-gatherers to spacesuited infantry, with archers, tanks, all stuff of human's history. She look at the resources and the fast movements her leader does when she input on her keyboard, and she understand the game is a clever mix between small tactical skirmish battles and global ordering of gigantic armies. "What do I do?" Akira asks. "When you press shift you switch from RTS view to hero-centered camera, you can order units to follow you and get with them to the battlefields." She explains. She grabs a few group of units and get with them exploring the area, but soon enough she see the tanks and rovers are slowed by the sand in the desertic area she comes across. She decides to try to avoid it and follow along the river. She finds the base of AVA on the bridge of the river, a central AI that is colored in red, made of futuristic robots, and is defending itself against aliens. "I request help on sector F5!" The AI send in the chat. After some minutes she finds out that the AI have been made to have pre done messages, when she hits ctrl, a fast call wheel system appears, with that she can ask for defense, help, attack, supply, and everything needed for cooperation. On the top of the User Interface there is the global battle progress, and since they started playing the game it got from 44-56 to 37-63. There is also when she wander her cursor on the bar a strong description of the battle status: numbers of units price used, lost, destroyed, every detail is there. The numbers says she have done 39% of her team's war effort, AVA is 43% and the rest of the 7 others share the 18 lasting percentage, most of them around 2.5 and Akira at 3. She can't stand the pressure of the frontline alone with AVA anymore, and she gets up. "Okay everyone I know how to win this! Just listen to me and we can still win this battle!" She shout. "Why would you know better than me? You're a girl!" A nerdy guy with dirty hairs says. "Well look at my K/D then." She smiles. "You can be sexist if you want, but anyways you're pathetic at the game. So shut your mouth." She zoom out and look at the map. "We need to gather more pressure at the front line via the road. Someone can take initiative to build boats and someone else make more ranged units, so we can stay back a bit, I won't hold much longer alone here." She orders. She can click a key and draws on the map, the plans of her actions. She gets back to her base, and when she select her units, she is amazed. They can hold multiple items in their inventory of 3 slots, they can construct structures and change the terrain shape with axes or pickaxes. She also discovered that when trees' leaves disappear, they have a small chance to drop a sapling behind them, that is possible to plant and obtain a new tree again after a time. Time passes and there is a daylight cycle. She can also plant crops. She glance at the status bar and it is barely holding in place, meaning their team is still flimsy, or lost too many power/time being inefficient early game. She still manage to make her 1800's infantry gunners and canons to survive against the endless waves of aliens, surely helped and healed by AVA, so she hopes the point of end is not reached already. Suddenly, the road in middle of the sector C4 explodes, and a flow of the insectoid aliens get out of the hole. She almost instantly feel the change as the frontline is barely supplied by now. "Well, I thought we were not behind the point of no return, but look like the game it set already." She says glancing at Akira. "Don't don't say that, the game is not finished yet!" She tries to stay confident. Akira tries to build a wall to protect the bridge from the tarantula of the river, while some scarab flies directly on the bridge and attack them. "I would like help Faylee!" She says a bit overloaded by the pressure of the frontline. Akira clenches her legs together and wiggles them, she don't actually realize as she is strongly concentrated on the game but she does have to pee. The stress of the situation is a bit accelerating her bladder fillment, and it's not like she is the strongest when it comes to capacity at the first place. Faylee needs to go a bit too, but less than her. "I'm here!" She comforts her. She observe her soldiers wearing elytras and landing right by her side, switching to their rifle and shoot at the monsters that explodes on the attacks. "Thank you!" She replies. Faylee wander on the map and tries to understand how the monsters could seize the point after the bridge without going by the frontline. After a moment studying how the camera works she find that there is a level, the ground is not a plane, she seen it could be edited at its surface but now she can enter the hole of where the monsters came from, and see that the came is in 3 dimensions, she can lead the free camera inside the cave a bit but the fog of war retrain her sight. She decides to send an expedition after researching the oil prospector, to sense the gallery the enemy made. She lead well an army helped by some other players while Akira and some of the rest of players tries to stand on their own at the surface. Then Akira touch her shoulder, which makes her get out of the game for a bit. "What?" She asks to Akira's red blushing face. "I really really gotta go now..." She says. "I have to pee so bad..." She confess to her friend. "Oh no..." She looks at the clock, it is only 30 minutes from the end. "You almost made it yet... But if you can't hold it anymore, I guess you should just let go." She advices her. "Yes, I really would like to, but we are not able to take the bathroom break already." She says. "Indeed, just go yourself right now." She tells her. "What? No! I don't wanna be all wet. And mess the furnitures also." She denies. "What are you scared of, just get off you leggings a bit, pee your chair or on the floor, no one will know, and it's a plastic chair and the false flooring." She tap on the ground with a feet. The material is linoleum wood pattern flooring, she knows that because her shoes do less noises than on actual wood. "Well. I don't think I would hold it any much longer anyway." She admit. "Wait, I've seen a water dispenser over there, I can help you pee in a cup if you wanna." She proposes. "You would do that for me?" Akira is surprise. "Yes. It's not much. In fact, it arouses me a lot." Confess Faylee. "Oh I see. Now that you mention it it gets me going too." She smirks. "I'm your pee pet so, huh?" She giggles. "Shhh!" She puts a finger on her mouth. "We wouldn't want the headmaster to know we can't be punished!" She says quietly. "But we can still tho. It would be humiliating to be wet in front of everyone." She is afraid of that. "Well, it slightly turns me on to be forced to wet in front of everyone like how they did to the girl early, I have something that is called a pee fetish, I like every things around it, wetting, holding, stuff, but really don't talk to anyone about it okay? The dark being is certainly gonna find a way to hurt me if they know and I don't want that, I'll act like I'm humiliated whenever they would punish me so I'm not actually feeling bad. You would keep me my secret right?" She asks. "Yes, of course. And you will help my pee-needing-self to find a way to relieve me." Akira says. "Deal." Faylee replies with a smiles.

The Golden Tower 0 (Restart from zero) It contains: Wetting, Light desperation. The goal of anyone who enters the golden tower is to get to the top, because legend has it that whoever is on top of it can command the tower and everything and every one, this story tells the deeds of the first person to arrive at the top but that at the same time has lost everything for having gone against the one who commanded on the tower for an infinite time, God himself. {Year 9988 of the golden calendar, in a well in the capital (right foot of the giant) "How long has it been?" "How nice to be able to breathe!" "Where I am?" "It looks like the bottom of a well ... it's dark, it will be about fifteen meters deep, at least it's a drained well ..." There were many questions that yes she asked the most important was: "Am I alive? ID # 000000108: Name: Hecate Blake Race: Human Age: ??? Level: Not leveled Coin: 0 Ranking: Not in competition Skills: [EX: From Heaven to Hell] Title: [Graced by the goddess] Stats and Effects: [Do not assign] Equipment: [Bronze dagger (F-)] [Storage ring (F+)] [Breast band (black cotton tissue)] [Medium Length Dress (Purple)] [Black embroidered cotton knickers] [Canvas ankle boots (black)] Apparently, the answer to the latter had been easy to obtain, it was enough for her to concentrate, open her profile and see her only title, the confirmation she had when she saw that she had the same profile as when she decided to climb the golden tower certainly wasn't a heavenly dream or a hellish nightmare. "So the goddess kept her word ..." thought Hecate remembering the words of that day: "When someone I will consider as a threat as you have been by respecting then you will wake up, unfortunately, if this never happens or if your conscience crumbles before you will not have a second chance! ... this would leave a bad taste in my mouth " "Has anyone appeared capable of threatening the goddess? Ahhh that being able to live again! This time it will be different than! ... although ... how do I get out of a well? Can I use magic with no stats attached?" Hecate had understood that the tower did not give her power but simply made what was inside her easier to "understand", so even if in the past she had not even tried to use magic before entering the tower, now it was convinced of succeeding. "[Updraft]" after saying the name of the spell, the aloud she felt almost faint but at the same time her dress was completely blown by the wind, showing off her black panties and lifting Hecate before a few centimeters. to cease completely. "Oh shit, having about 5 mana ... will never be enough to get me out of here ... climbing is impossible, should I scream out loud hoping someone hears me? "Congratulations" "You have achieved a difficult attainable goal: you are entitled to a reward!" "Oh, is it to be using magic outside the tower?" (Hecate) "A guardian is coming!" Hecate thought of the guardians, beings full of dignity, external to some rules of the tower, the closest to the goddess, who enforcing her rules and who maintain order. ~ swoosh ~ With a golden glow, a blonde girl dressed in a white tunic with fitted trims appeared floating on Hecate's head. "Hi, I'm Lucy but you can call me L, and I'm the supervisor of floor 0" (Lucy) "This ... a supervisor guardian ... will be 16 years old ... at least apparently, but then where has the dignity gone? Her white panties are on display! " "Hem ... sorry but I can read your mind, I would like to let you know before you have any other strange thoughts, and anyway you are about 16 too, right?" "Oh shit! I have to remember my current condition!" Hecate thought. The old Hecate had numerous abilities and she knew how to use many spells to prevent mind control but to counteract her mind-reading it was enough for her not to dwell on one thing for long except in exceptional cases. "I'm so sorry, I'm really mortified ..." (Hecate) "Yes, it doesn't matter, now let's move on to the important things, you know I have a lot to do like a guardian ... "(Lucy) ~ tremble ~ Hecate had a suspicion but she couldn't think about it too much. "Are you right, then? Do I deserve a reward? May I ask for what?" (Hecate) "Say that you don't know just makes you look more suspicious, you know? It's obvious someone gave you some information!" (Lucy) ~ tremble ~ Hecate’s suspicion had been confirmed to her but she had to hide her thoughts of hers. "Hehe, how naive I am to try to fool a guardian, yes I got a tip, does that make it invalid? "(Hecate) "Oh no, on the contrary, being able to do such a thing without entering the tower is truly commendable, certainly more than those who have succeeded by pure chance ..." (Lucy) ~ fidget ~ "Well let's hurry up, then you can choose your reward from the catalog in front of you" (Lucy) "Please hurry!" thought Lucy. 《Congratulations, you used a spell outside the tower with no supporting tools: choose your reward!》 1st Apricopter shell armor (B-) 2nd Sapphire abyss sphere (C +) 3rd Kit start + (D-) 4th Instant-digital camera (F-) 5th Random Roulette Coupon (?) "..." (Hecate) "..." (Lucy) ~ squirm ~ At least 2 minutes passed but Hecate was reflecting looking into space as Lucy, who was still floating exposing her panties, had perfectly confirmed Hecate's suspicions, that she did everything possible to make reading her thoughts impossible. "Why can't I feel her flow of thought anymore? What's stupid?" Lucy thought naively. "So? Did you choose? (Lucy) "... No, actually I'm really undecided ... I couldn't take more than one object?" "All that you want!" She would have shouted Lucy, but she couldn't. "No, I'm sorry, if it were up to me I'd make an exception ... but unfortunately I can't, you know the rewards are controlled, you can take a maximum of 1, I'm sorry ..." (Lucy) "Oh ... it’s unfortunate, I guess it will take me a while to choose" (Hecate) "Eh? Wait, let's try to meet us, you know if you want I can make an exception, tell me the items you want, I'll take the cheapest one for you from the shop, I'll offer it out of my own, okay?" (Lucy) "Oh really, I don't know how to thank you!" (Hecate) "So what do you want the orb and armor !?" (Lucy) ~ dribble ~ "!!!" (Lucy) "Oh, no, I thought of two other objects, however first of all could you get me out of here? You know even with fantastic objects getting stuck in the well is a bit ... annoying" (Hecate) ~ snap ~ With a snap of their fingers, they were both on the surface, right in front of the city gate. ~ dribble ~ "So what are these objects?" (Lucy) "I feel guilty though ... it's unfair to receive special treatment, you know I'm fine with the possibility of using that thing you call a shop, so when I have money I can personally buy what I want" (Hecate) "... Are you kidding me by chance?" Lucy thought, "Who knows what I can do with this shop" was Hecate's thought, which coupled with the ridiculous request at least gave Lucy the assurance that Hecate didn't know anything about the shop. Using the shop was possible only under certain conditions, for a person not even entering the tower was an unthinkable thing and only after passing rank A, you could use the shop independently, however, Lucy was running out of time, now in the surface, the people were starting to notice her and she had to stay with Hecate until she chose her own reward, she hoped this would happen quickly because otherwise ... "Okay but you can make a maximum of 3 full exchanges ... then take" ~ swoosh ~ Lucy gave three floating marbles to Hecate which she smiled trying not to laugh. ~ dribble ~ ~ dribble ~ Lucy was on the edge, she put a hand on her thigh trying to look natural, she was also involuntarily climbed a bit of altitude. "THEN, did you choose?" (Lucy) "Yes, I would like the camera!" ~ swoosh ~ The digital machine appeared in Hecate's hands. ~ dribble ~ Unfortunately, Lucy had reached her limit, she had fulfilled her duty and now her mind (and her bladder) was free from the chains. ~ click ~ ~ psssssssss ~ "Oh no ... ahhhhhh" (Lucy) ~ ssssssshhh ~ "Huh?" (Lucy) Hecate was 10 feet lower than Lucy pointing the camera exactly under her skirt while two streams of urine descended to the ground splashing lightly the lower part of Hecate's robes, Lucy was impassive (Except for her bladder that kept drowning the now yellowed knickers). Otherwise, as soon as they exchanged glances, Hecate turned and ran to the best of her ability as she launched herself into the city from the gate. Normally Lucy, a supervisor Guardian with near-transcendental abilities and lightning-fast speed could disintegrate or at least block Hecate, but it was too surreal as what had just happened to her and therefore had stood still for about 5 seconds before running at her with a murderous intent that instantly knocked out the guards at the gate but a few centimeters from Hecate was stopped by an invisible barrier (Hecate fell to the ground anyway due to the wind generated by Lucy) exposing to the people inside the town her black panties. "Huff ... huff, I'm sorry my dear Lucy, but in the city, you can't harm me, the tower protects me" (Hecate) Both the guardians and the people could not hurt anyone in the cities, however the guardians except in case of enforcing the order could not even interfere so Lucy couldn’t take the camera to Hecate without violating the rules of the tower "This bastard! How dare you make such a joke on me and think of escaping it! Go out after the citi's gate!" Lucy thought "Oh rest assured that if you don't delete those photos I swear you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" (Lucy) "Oh yeah? Well, anyway, shouldn't you hide such a visible incident? I know that the rules of the tower don't apply here but you know ... a guardian who gets his pants wet, surely you don't make the goddess look good, you can't even make us believe not to be a guardian, that tunic made it clear to all present and you did nothing but attract attention ... " ~ sniff ~ A tear ran down Lucy's right cheek, completely humiliated and mortified, she had now fallen to the ground so as not to attract her attention by keeping her hands on the front of her tunic in direct contact with the warm humidity. Despite her monstrous stats, she not only let herself be humiliated by a little girl but she felt her legs weak as if she were about to fall to the ground and cry screaming in embarrassment, but this time she managed to hold back. ~ snap ~ With a snap of her fingers, her tunic (at least visually) looked dry. "I can't even take your camera ... theft is not allowed in this area ... what a treacherous plan!" Thought Lucy, but then she realized something else. "Hey ... you know I don't want to give you ideas that you may not have thought of but you know ... I wouldn't want to use the shop ... for the real one?" (Lucy) Hecate did not answer, at least non-verbally, "I screwed you my friend" is what Hecate thought and what Lucy felt when reading her mind. "Please ... everything but not that ... I beg you ... they could fire me and let me go back into the tower ... I would lose everything ... delete the photos, I'll do what you want!" (Lucy) "Oh a golden opportunity," thought Hecate (obviously on purpose) "Lucy you know ... I have a particular fetish ... you know I'm a bit ashamed to make you such a request ..." (Hecate) "Tell me, I beg you, I don't judge anyone, I'll do what you want! ... except things that are too heavy" (Lucy) "I would like your panties ... the wet ones" (Hecate) "Oh that's enough, let me see you delete the photos, all of them, and I'll give you the panties" (Lucy) "I don't trust, we make a trade in the shop" (Hecate) "How the fuck do you know these things !? Okay let's hurry up that ... it's getting cold down here ..." (Lucy) "Exchange" Id: 0000001008 <> Id: 0517740230 3x photos <> (drenched) Snowy Field Silk pure white ones (A +) "Before you screw me again, show me how many pictures you took!" (Lucy) "She discovered Me!" Hecate thought (Always deliberately) "Show me up, ah here is written 4 photos in memory, I can read my dear, I will not be fooled by you again!" (Lucy) Id: 0000001008 <> Id: 0517740230 4x photos <> (drenched) Snowy Field Silk pure white ones (A +) "Come on, accept this trade" (Lucy) "Ok ..." (Hecate) 《Exchange completed successfully》 "Well now I'm going to change, you know now it's even colder down here! Repent forever of this crazy idea of yours, you could have taken 2 high-ranking items, you wasted the help of a guardian for such a dirty purpose, one day I'll make you pay for this! " (Lucy) ~ snap ~ ~ swoosh ~ "Hahahahahaha ... Hehehe Haha" (Hecate) Lucy disappeared after a snap of her fingers and Hecate fell to the ground laughing like crazy. ~ dribble ~ "Ooops, I have not to exaggerate ... Hahaha" End (for now) Hello everyone, I hope I have entertained you, I'm sorry there is not much "Omorashi" content, I hope to add more, as always I state that this is a story translated with google from Italian to English so there may be errors or incomplete sense, I apologize in case.

This was supposed to be a flashback chapter to fill in some detail about the world as part of my other story about the knight Charlotte, which can be found here, but I decided to make her wake up desperate in the morning and wrote out a big story just for that one part of the day, which I then couldn't decide how to end so I decided to write a few branches, and before long, I ended up with 30 pages of different ways she could have an accident or barely make it. Thus, I decided I'd make the flashback into a separate topic and link to it from the original. It should serve fine as a stand-alone story anyway, there's no stuff from the originals you need to know except some basic stuff about the setting that doesn't really change much. The different arcs have been organised using quotes, as well as having a heading that indicates their place in the story. The indentation I used in open office didn't copy over right though and I've already proofread the entire thing too many times so it might be wrong. Regarding canon with my other story, [Dress Route > Remove Panties], [Trousers Route > Ask For Help] and [Skirt Route > Use Men's Room] definitely happened in some form (though not necessarily exactly as told) and the other stories also may have happened (again not necessarily exactly as told), or not, either case will be consistent with the canon. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Princess Lily's Eventful Morning The red rays of the morning sun shone through the curtains, dulled to a muted glow by the thin fabric. A light breeze rippled across them, sending a cascade of shadows moving through the expansive bedroom. An ornate desk sat beneath the window, its emptiness contrasting the scratched surface that indicated heavy use. Against the south wall rested a large chest of drawers, accompanied by a free-standing mirror in the south-east corner. The main feature of the room, a large four-poster bed, was placed against the north wall, taking up a significant fraction of the room's floor space. The figure of a young woman lay haphazardly among the sheets of the bed, her nudity revealed by her restless motions in the night. Her strawberry blonde hair lay messily around her, sparkling slightly in the light of the dawn. The slightly pointed ears and total lack of body hair served as subtle indicators of distant elven ancestry – a common feature among Floradene nobles and commoners alike. Laying loosely in the foetal position, she shifted slowly, a hand meandering toward her crotch, stopping just short as her motions slowed. She maintained this position for a few minutes, before suddenly straightening her leg and jerking the hand the rest of the way. Her awareness slowly gathered, and she pressed lightly against her vulva as discomfort worked its way into her consciousness. The sensation of pressure in her lower abdomen built rapidly, and she pulled her legs into her body as she squirmed in discomfort. She rolled over onto her back, moaning quietly as her bladder contracted in response to the jostling. Protruding visibly from her slim body, its subtle roundness was testament to her kidneys' nightly diligence. This was not a comfortable position, and the subtle force of taut skin compressing her swollen organ soon coaxed her into turning the rest of the way, returning to the foetal position, both hands now pressed against her crotch. In spite of her mounting discomfort, she was not yet willing to wake, and she clung to the last vestiges of sleep, squirming as she tried to find a comfortable position to relax into. Slowly but surely, her fidgeting slowed, and she began to doze off, even as her bladder continued its onslaught against her sphincter... Princess Lily jolted awake as a wave of pressure assaulted her. A powerful jet of urine sprayed wildly from between her labia, her foetal position providing it ample space to arc roughly across her sheets. The concentrated liquid immediately stained her white bedclothes, drawing a conical path in the moments it took to move her hands back into position and regain control. A smattering of weaker spurts wet her fingers as she clenched with all her might. The wetness became droplets, which scattered as she struggled out of bed, forming visible yellow circles wherever they landed. Dropping from the mattress, she spurted into her cupped palms as the landing jolted her, quickly launching into a fevered dance. The nearest toilet was only a short distance down the hall, an easy dash even for someone on the verge of an accident. However, the young princess was currently completely naked, and the halls would be host to any number of guards and servants going about their business. The scandal that would arise in her prudish society if she were spotted walking the halls in a state of undress would be ruinous, to the point that it could permanently harm her family's reputation and cost them the throne. And so, she danced over to her chest of drawers, a trail of yellow droplets marking her path. Removing a handkerchief, she carefully wiped away the lingering wetness from the smooth surface of her strained labia and mopped up the rivulets that had begun running down her legs, before shoving her hand back into the drawer and grabbing a matching pair of panties and bra. Logically speaking, it would clearly be better for her not to bother with underwear for that short, urgent journey, but the dignity of the highborn is so often illogical, and forgoing underwear was simply not something a Princess could consider doing. Balancing with her left hand against the drawers, she dropped carefully into a squat, while pressing her damp handkerchief into her crotch with her right and trying to keep her thighs together. She finished the motion by falling back into a sitting position, the sudden jolt sending a splash of urine soaking into the handkerchief. She sat for a moment, stock still, focusing all her energies into closing her floodgates once more. As the flow left off, she launched her legs into fervent motion, angling her body as she resisted a series of waves. With her free hand, she hooked her panties around each foot in turn and slowly began working them up toward her knees by tugging each side alternately a short distance. Upon reaching her knees, the Princess mustered her strength and rolled forward into a squat, jamming her now-free other hand into the handkerchief against her crotch as the roiling ball of urine inside her complained at the motion. Successfully resisting the pressure peak, she was then able to muster enough control to open her legs and quickly pull each side of her panties past her thighs before pressing them back together to assist her distressed sphincter. Gingerly, she relaxed her right hand, leaving the handkerchief where it was, roughly folded against her crotch, held loosely by the panties that were almost in position. As she grabbed the sides of her panties, ready to tug them into their final place, she was assailed by a violent spasm. Her right leg lifted involuntarily as she pulled her panties hard up toward her hips, causing their seat and her handkerchief to dig forcefully into her labia. She bobbed around on one leg, holding her panties taut as the wave continued, her face contorted into a wide-eyed grimace as she strained, desperately trying not to wet her underwear so soon after she put it on. At the peak of the wave, her overfull bladder pumped a forceful spurt of liquid into her sodden handkerchief, fully saturating it. Noting that her underwear was still visibly dry in spite of the sudden loss of control, an idea slowly formed in Lily's overwhelmed mind. Sliding the soaked piece of fabric out from under her panties, she grabbed another handkerchief from the drawer and placed it in the same position, hoping to protect her panties from further minor faux pas. Pulling her panties once again toward her hips, she used the opportunity of the wedgie digging into her to turn her attention to her bra. Deftly slipping it onto her shoulders, she bent uncomfortably, stepping from foot to foot as she reached up her back to clumsily tie the trailing strings together. She returned her free hand to her crotch just in time for a series of waves to batter against her sphincter. Her urethra was stinging from the effort of holding her wee, and the waves that assailed her were getting stronger and more frequent. She was running out of time, but she still had a lot to do before she could make her way toward relief. With no time to waste, she started moving toward her walk-in closet as the waves continued to beat against her opening, grinding her hand into her groin as she lumbered slowly across the room. Suddenly, she was assailed by a particularly strong wave mid-step, and the shock from her foot landing caused a momentary loss of control. A powerful jet of urine sprayed into her handkerchief, so forceful that more spilled out the sides than was absorbed. The split torrent continued for three seconds, cascading down her thighs and leaving a yellow puddle to soak into the carpet beneath her. The Princess used her second ruined handkerchief to wipe down her legs, dropping it into the puddle once she was dry and continuing her journey. Her panties remained visibly dry, but they wouldn't last long without replacement protection. She staggered against the door as she reached her immediate destination, fighting urgently with the fiddly latching mechanism as the pressure built once more. The latch gave, and she fell into the cupboard, angling straight toward a pile of handkerchiefs she kept on a shelf. As she reached out, the pressure began to peak, and in one swift motion, she grabbed a clean square of fabric and shoved it into her underwear just as a thin stream of wee began to flow from her sphincter. She pressed her new handkerchief hard against her urethra, allowing it to stem the flow that she was yet unable to stop. The stream, thin though it was, quickly began to saturate her new handkerchief, and she reached out to the pile with her free hand as she continued to urinate. Grabbing another handkerchief, she brought it up to her crotch where her current handkerchief was still absorbing her accident. As the weak stream continued unabated, she shimmied her panties down a short way to keep them clear of the wetness while she worked to stem the flow. Drops began to form at the edges of her current handkerchief, so she deftly slid the new one into position as she pulled the wet one away, dropping it on the floor. The stream slowly began to wane as she prepared another handkerchief, and by the time she needed to replace it again, her leaking had slowed to barely a trickle. Unfortunately, the minor accident had not served to reduce the pressure – rather, her bladder's contractions increased in frequency as it tried to continue the relief it had now tasted. Still weeing slightly, she pulled her panties back up to hold her slowly filling handkerchief in place as she looked around for something to wear. Fortunately for the leaking princess, tight corsets and complicated laces were not a common part of highborn Floradene attire, so she was free to pick options that were compatible with her hurry and her swollen bladder. Again, logic would dictate that the girl just pick the first thing she sees to throw on haphazardly so she can make her way to the bathroom quickly, but as before, the dignity of the highborn demands that one always be seen to be dressed properly in a complete and matching ensemble, with no allowance made for exigency. She grimaced as she thought, still unable to stop her trickling accident, reaching for one of her white blouses that went with just about everything she owned. As she shrugged it on, a wave of pressure forced one hand down to press hard against her crotch, preventing the trickle from turning back into a stream, but leaving her to awkwardly button the blouse up one-handed while she tried to focus her whirling thoughts into settling on a particular attire. Finishing with her blouse, she reached for yet another handkerchief to replace the one slowly saturating against her crotch, and deftly switched them out once more, leaving the old one on the floor with the others that had begun to stain the carpet where they sat. Leaving both hands in place against her handkerchief, she began marching on the spot as she finished deciding on a suitable attire, her trickling accident slowing to a stop as she considered. There were three main options available to her: she could wear a dress, which would be fairly easy to put on and get off enough to relieve herself, but she wouldn't be able to keep wearing the handkerchiefs in the hallway for fear of one being seen falling out and someone thinking that she was habitually incontinent (a worse outcome even than having a visible accident). She would need to put all her trust in her failing sphincter if she wanted to keep her panties dry, but any accidents would be fairly well hidden underneath the long skirt. she could wear a short skirt with tights, which would be awkward to put on, but fairly easy to get off enough to relieve herself, and would show accidents a bit more visibly than the dress, but it would allow her to continue using her handkerchiefs without risking them falling out. However, Floradene fashion expected skirts to be worn with a suit jacket, and Lily hadn't worn one in years and wasn't sure where she put hers last, so she'd need to spend time trying to find it. she could wear trousers, which would be difficult to put on and remove and would press against her bladder, but would allow her to continue using her handkerchiefs to soak up excess urine. Any accidents would be easily visible when they soak into the tight fabric. Dress Route Dress Route > Keep Panties On Trousers Route Trousers Route > Ask For Help Trousers Route> Handle It Alone Skirt Route Skirt Route > Hurry Maid Skirt Route> Look Around Skirt Route > Use Men's Room

Below, parts one through three are posted. Hope you enjoy! Please comment with any feedback. I love hearing what you guys think about my work! This was part of a commissioned series, and I had a lot of fun writing it. I plan to finish very soon, so stay tuned lol. The Witch’s Toys (Part 1) Zac walked hand in hand with his girlfriend Lucy as her dark hair seemed to nearly shimmer from the high, afternoon sun. A picnic basket swung lazily from her right arm as they scouted the woods for a perfect spot to dig into their meal. Lucy bit her lower lip as she contemplated the can of whipped cream she had snuck in with the food, and the clear absence of a pie was a strong tell of what she planned to do with it. She squeezed his hand as they approached a clearing in the dense woodland. “Oh, wow,” Zac said as his eyes swept over the grass and wild flowers poking their way up through the soil. “I wonder how long that’s been there.” He nodded toward a shack planted directly in the center of the open land; it’s dark, oak boards told of the structure’s age. The two of them approached it cautiously, making sure not to disturb anyone who could be inhabiting it. He watched Lucy as her green eyes scanned the shed, with its stained glass windows of all different colors, and tall crooked chimney; no smoke escaped from it. She turned to him, “I want to go inside.” He frowned at her, “no way. Even if there’s nobody home, it could collapse on us. We have no clue how stable in is.” She pouted back at him, tapping one of the supports under its floor with her foot, “It feels pretty sturdy to me. Please?” Perhaps if Zac had been aware of what his woman was planning, knew of the warm tension it caused between her thighs when her mind continued to drift back to the whipped cream, he would have entered, and therefore exited, the cabin sooner. There were times, now, when Zac thought of the series of small decisions that had led the two of them into the situation that had long since become their reality; but, during the late, long nights when they held onto each other, clinging to the only good thing they had left, Luce would tell him such thoughts would only bring his spirits down. Perhaps she was right, but he couldn’t help to marvel at how such a little thing could result in what was now their life. “No, Lucy. It’s too dangerous. Let’s just enjoy the food out here. You can still look at it.” She rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue any further. With the blanket spread out, and the food unpacked, they sat in the shade of the small house as the sun abandoned its perch, moving a little closer toward the horizon. It was a warm day, and Zac had trouble not staring as moisture accumulated on the cleavage of her breasts. Luce had caught his eyes a few times, and grinned to herself as he would notice and quickly avert his eyes. She was by no means an easy girl, but even she was surprised at how suddenly she became comfortable with Zac, and offered herself to him; she was also delighted to find that he wasn’t incompetent in bed either. Despite the passionate heat that tethered the two together, neither could deny that there was something equally as nice about just being in the same room together. Lucy sighed as her head came to rest in his lap. She looked up at her man as he finished the last of his sandwich, washing it down with lemonade, and reached up a slender hand to brush the crumbs from his mouth. He smiled down at her, “It’s a shame we didn’t bring any desert. It’s so nice right here. I don’t wanna leave.” She blushed at the mention, but tried to keep a cool exterior. This of course was betrayed by the couple’s familiarity, and Zac noticed at once as her breathing picked up, and her perky breasts rose and fell under the weight of her arousal. He gave her a knowing look, raising one of his eyebrows at her, “How are we feeling?” She blushed slightly, and licked her lips in her nervousness. “Please?” Her voice was almost sheepish in request; though she knew what she wanted, it was always a little embarrassing to admit when she needed him inside of her. “Out here?!” Zac couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. “I suppose we might give some lost hikers a nice show, but I think you might faint if that happened.” Despite his joking mood, Lucy felt her energy returned as his erect penis could be felt pressing against the back of her head. She sat up, looking back to see his trousers tented by Zac’s desire, and smiling at it, reached into the basket to retrieve the can of whipped topping. “We don’t have anything to put it on, but” Luce grabbed his hand, placing it on the chest of her blouse “maybe we could figure something out?” Zac leaned in, taking his well versed fingers to move a strand of hair behind her ear. His rough hands gently brushed across her cheek, and their eyes met. It’s a common experience for many couples to lose some sexual momentum as time progressed, but the both of them nearly experienced a strange magic as every encounter felt as though it were their first time with each other; neither admitted this to one another, fearing they’d sound ridiculous. Regardless, there was a force akin to magnetism between the two that, once set into motion, was at the very least painful to the both to halt. Lucy’s skin broke into goosebumps as Zac’s soft lips were felt lightly kissing her neck, her breath hitching, and nipples growing erect. Their passion for one another was a nearly tactile thing, as lips met lips, and their excitement grew in tandem. She shuddered as his hand squeezed at her inner thigh strong with hunger for her; she moaned softly as his fingers began to gently massage her clitoris. Zac reveled in the sensation as her moisture accumulated, soaking through the panties hidden under her skirt, and slickened the tips of his fingers. Almost at the command of muscle memory, her delicate hand gripped at his cock, and his eyes rolled back as her thin arm moved up and down in the work of his pleasure. It was this season of teasing before they were connected by her penetration that seemed to nearly bend time; in these moments, hours, minutes and seconds belonged to them, and passed slowly as their heart rates increased. She shot him a desperate, frantic look. “Let’s go inside. Please?!” When he saw the deep need in her expression, and certainly felt his own desires brewing within him, it was then that he made the decision which would change the course of their lives. He stood up, bending slightly forward to accommodate his erection, and lifted her effortlessly onto her feet. He took the whipped cream from her hand, and with his other led her into the cabin, closing the door behind them, sealing their fate. In the heat of the moment, as they pawed at each other, fabric nearly tearing as clothes were hurriedly removed, neither of them took notice of the stacks of diapers in the back corner, nor the several, hand-sewn baby clothes that adorned the wall. Lucy’s head was mere feet away from a play pin as she felt Zac enter her, takin his fill of his lover. It was another thing he wondered at that they never noticed the bizarre interior of the place that was to become their prison, but, right then, he was enraptured by their unification, and was only interrupted when the door handle turned, and a silhouetted figure stood at the precipice. They carried on, still unaware of the presence; Zac’s face was red with arousal, and was panicked as he heard their tormentor’s voice for the first time. “What is this?! ” The figure stepped forward into the shed, and her features came to light. The couple quickly stood up, eyes growing wide from the presence of the stranger. Zac was frantically pulling his pants back up. “W-we’re so sorry, uh- ma’am.” “We thought this place was abandoned,” Luce chimed in. Zac nodded in agreement. A soft, sweet laugh came from the mystery woman. “So you decided to have yourself a nice fuck in an abandoned house?” She continued to chuckle lightly. The taught, dark fabric of her cloak stretched across her full breasts; they were bigger, and perkier than Lucy’s by a mile, and Zac found himself staring at her. The garment carried on down to her legs, and her round ass kept few secrets, as it was obvious this woman did not feel the need to wear panties, or a bra for that matter. Her hair was an acorn brown, which framed her thin, fair complexion. “That was quite a sight. You two must be in love, aren’t you?” She laughed to herself again, walking toward them slowly. The two were frozen in place, unsure of what would happen, but not brave enough to try and run. Her hazel eyes locked onto those of Lucy, and she smirked as she brushed a finger against her lips. “You’re a pretty one,” she looked over to Zac who, despite the surprise, was still obviously hard. “Does he treat you good, sweetie? He looked… well equipped before he hid that big cock away. I wouldn’t mind some of that.” His softening erection re-ballooned with fresh excitement. Lucy’s eyes burned with jealousy as the stranger took her finger, and scooped some excess whipped cream from the girl’s cleavage; she licked it clean. “I would have you too in a heart beat.” Zac’s demeanor changed at this, and he too had to bite his tongue, fearing that any agitation would escalate their situation. It was then that he found his focus, and his eyes began to dart around the room, taking in all the diapers and outfits. “Ma’am, we obviously made a mistake. We did not mean to intrude on your property, but we are happy to get out of your hair.” He grabbed Lucy’s hand and made two steps toward the door before stopping in place, grunting half in pleasure and half in surprise as the woman’s hand wrapped firmly around his cock. Luce was hot with anger, “Let go of him, you bitch!” “Shhhh,” she put her finger to her mouth. “Let me have a word with your little toy, okay sweetheart?” Luce began to panic as she found her mouth would not open, and began to pull at her lips in a panic. Zac watched in horror as his love struggled to utter anything other than frightened moans. “O-oh, god. Y-you’re- you’re a witch!” She smirked at him, “what, expecting green skin, and warts? And just when I was telling you how cute you are too. That’s not very polite, is it?” “Leave her alone!” He yelled. Zac pushed her, but the witch remained upright and unmoved despite his immense strength. He looked her up and down, becoming increasingly worried about the predicament they were in. “Aww, c’mon. Isn’t nice to have the bitch shut up every now and then?” His veins boiled with rage at the insult. He swung at her, but a loud cracking sounded when his fist connected with her cheek. He whimpered, pulling it away and checking to make sure nothing was broken. “L-look, ma’am. We’re very sorry to have disturbed you. Would you please just let us leave, and I promise that we’ll never come back.” She sighed in disappointment, rolling her eyes. “And here I thought you were a man. You certainly look it by your cock, but you sound like a pussy when you talk like that, baby. You don’t deserve to have a man’s dick.” She snapped her fingers, and Zac cried out in horror as he felt his genitals decreasing in size. He pulled his pants down, and nearly fainted as he saw that his member was now scarcely bigger than his pinky finger. Luce’s muffled grunting turned into screaming as she watched it continue to shrink. The witch sat down in a big rocking chair by the room’s table, and laughed as she watched his penis become smaller and smaller; they found themselves unable to move, as if their feet were glued to the floor. The witch sat smiling at them as time passed, and their panicked breathing gradually slowed, tears running down Lucy’s cheeks. “You know, I get so little company out in these woods. It gets quite lonely out here.” She mused as she grinned at his dick which now more closely resembled a clitoris. “Perhaps I might keep you out here for a while. At least until you learn some manners.” She picked at her nails while she spoke. “And, if you leave now, your boyfriend’s cock will always be the size of tic-tac. I know that would just break your heart, huh?” Her taunt was met with a hateful stare from Lucy, but Zac kept his eyes glued to the floor, too ashamed to look at his woman. The witch stood up, and walked past them, grabbing two outfits and two diapers. She hummed as she organized the play pin before returning to stand in front of them. “The two of you act like children, and there’s only one way to deal with attitudes as bad as these.” Again, she snapped her fingers, Zac wincing at the sound for fear of its very real power. That’s when it happened. The woman seemed to start growing taller, and far bigger than the two of them, and the house followed suit until they both stood about two feet tall. Another snap, and everything went black. It was hours later when they came to. Zac quickly got to his feet, and looked around in shock as he found that they were both locked in the play pin, the walls and gate several times too tall for him to climb. He shook Lucy, “Luce, Lucy wake up.” Her eyes slowly opened, and she too stood up in a hurry. She looked around at her surroundings, but her eyes went wide when she looked down to his crotch to see if the witch’s spell had reversed yet, returning his penis to its normal size. The both of them were wearing a diaper, and dressed in baby’s clothes. “Oh god, Zac! What are we going to do?!” Her man raked his hair with his hands in stress. The two of them had been cursed, and beyond looking like a baby, which was embarrassing enough, he could also feel that he was nowhere near as strong as he was before their transformation. They could see nothing with the walls of the pin blocking their view. He pulled her into a hug as she began to cry, trying to stay calm. Panicking would do them no favors now. “I don’t know, Luce.” They both stood, holding each other in fear of what would become of them when they saw their captor’s, now very large, face peering down at them over the wall. She laughed as she saw them hugging and crying on one another. “Awww, are the babies scared? Hmm?” She stepped into the cage, towering over them. She took a seat on the floor, and the open bottom of her dress unabashedly displayed her massive pussy; it teamed and sweated with moisture from the domination of her captives. “Don’t be scared. I like my new toys too much to kill you two, and I have big plans for your stay here.” “Please let us go, ma’am!” Zac cried out. He was desperate now, and was not above begging their tormentor. “Oof, it looks like someone’s cranky. You need to be fed, don’t you?” She leaned forward, and scooped him up in her arms, exposing her left breast as he squirmed, trying to get free. Lucy ran forward and began punching her the witch’s legs. “Let him go you bitch!” She snapped her fingers, and Zac was overcome with an intense hunger, and on instinct closed his mouth around her nipple and began to suckle. She smiled down at Luce as her soft, impotent blows landed on her inner thigh. “You’re boyfriend seems extra hungry tonight, sweetie. Either that or he can resist sucking on mommy’s nipples.” The motion in Lucy came to a boil, and hot tears started to stream down her cheeks as she watched her lover sucking and licking at their enemy’s tits. The witch moaned at the sensation, and the girlfriend nearly gaged as the scent of the captor’s arousal washed over her. The woman’s face scrunched up in discomfort. “Ugh, I have to piss real bad. Would you mind taking care of that for me?” She snapped her fingers, and suddenly Lucy felt an immense pressure in her bladder as the witch’s urine was magically transported into her bladder which was now ten sizes too small to hold that much. The girl whimpered, as she gripped at her lower stomach and the piss forced its way out of her, making her diaper grow warm. Her face flushed red in humiliation as she wore the woman’s piss against her pussy and ass, shifting uncomfortably at the wetness and heat of it. “Good girl! Are you ready for more?” “You fucking bitc-“ She doubled over as another, more intense wave of pressure took hold, and she refilled her now piss-logged diaper. It reached its capacity, and went well beyond as the villain’s urine began to run down her legs and pool at Lucy’s feet. She immediately tried to pull the diaper off, but found that it wouldn’t budge. “No changes until I say so, little slut.” She giggled as she sent the rest of the urine, and watched as Lucy fell to her knees from the sharp pain of carrying her pee. It jetted out of her, and the puddle she knelt in grew wider and wider. Zac continued to drink his fill of her milk, still under the spell of hunger and arousal. He was blatantly hard, and Luce had no choice but to watch him enjoy every second of it while she soiled herself four more times. “You’ve really done a number on that diaper, huh? But, good babies use their diaper to its full potential.” She tugged on her earlobe with her free hand, and the girlfriend’s stomach immediately cramped up. Her face grew red and she panted, grunting as fresh, hot, thick diarrhea began to pour from her ass. “Wow, that’s pretty gross. I wouldn’t be surprised if your man doesn’t touch you tonight. You know that your diaper’s not coming off for a while, right?” Another spell was cast, and another mudslide of shit made its home in Lucy’s diaper; it was now expanded to twice it’s size as the magic kept everything inside to ensure her ass marinated in it. Zac continued to drink his fill of her, and, under her spell, found himself more aroused by his woman’s humiliation. Of course, hours later, he would feel sorry for it all, but they both knew it was far from his fault. The witch tormented the girl for an hour, making her piss and shit herself for her amusement while the boyfriend pleasured her. By the end, the both of them were exhausted, and fainted as soon as she released her control. She looked down on them, smiling at her achievements for today, and was already forming plans for tomorrow, the next day, weeks, months; she had every intention of enjoying her new toys. The witch would break them yet, and her panties were drenched with excitement over her new little project. She leaned in close. “Goodnight, my babies. Mommy will take care of you.” Zac remembered this night vividly, and while he knew it wasn’t good to dwell on such humiliation and trauma, he knew that was the night their hell began, and it wouldn’t end for a long, long time. The Witch’s Toys (part 2) Zac awoke that following morning to the deep sounds of his stomach rumbling and gurgling, but he managed to overlook his discomfort when his gaze fell on Lucy, who almost looked peaceful other than when her face would scrunch up as she caught the scent of the disaster she had forcefully deposited in her diaper only hours previously. Her chest gently rose and fell, and his eyes wandered down to the brown, yellow and swollen padding magically adhered to her usually quite attractive ass. He felt guilty as he nearly gagged at the sight of it, but, moreover, Zac felt terrible that he was unable to protect her. His visage stiffened with resolve as he promised himself that they would find a way to escape; for now, they needed to stay calm, and play along. He reached over, and gently shook Luce, and her eyes lazily drifted open. She immediately frowned as she wiggled her ass and felt the slurry, now cold and substantially thicker, squish around against her backside. “It wasn’t a dream, was it?” He sadly shook his head, and reached out to brush a hand against her cheek. Her brow furrowed as she heard his gut churn, “are you okay, Zac?” Her man grimaced at the gas pains, “She made me drink almost a gallon of her milk.” The sounds of a storm percolating in his bowels grew louder. “I don’t want to mess myself, Luce.” She reached out and grabbed his hands, looking into his eyes apologetically. She hated the bitch that was doing this to them, and seeing her lover belittled and in pain made her rage burn hotter. “I-it’s okay, Zac.” She reached down, and tugged at his diaper, unsurprised to find that it was magically bound to his waist as well. “You don’t have a choice, ya’ know?” Lucy leaned forward and kissed his forehead, which was beaded in sweat from the strain of holding it all in. “Just get it over with. There’s no reason for you to be uncomfortable.” His face was flushed with humiliation, but his eyes were vulnerable and loving at her words of acceptance. Regardless, he couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes when he voided his aching gut, so he turned around, taking support from his girlfriend’s hand on his back as he began to grunt with effort. She rubbed between his shoulder blades as he began to fart loudly, and a large brown spot splattered against the back of his diaper. Zac’s ribs expanded with a sob when he felt the first wave of shit warm his naked ass underneath the thick padding. his fingernails dug into the foam, alphabet mat they had slept through the night on as his stomach rumbled in anticipation of more to come, and a clear message; this would take a while. After nearly twenty minutes, his body’s foul work was done, and he laid on his side panting from exertion. Lucy would’ve guessed that he released around five pounds of mess, and her heart broke for him. She thought back bitterly to the night before when she was powerless to watch Zac feasting on the witch’s breast milk, and pouted as her gaze drifted down to see the result of his dinner clinging to her lover’s ass. Luce scooted toward him, her diaper making a wet, sloppy sound as she inched closer to drape her arm around Zac to pull him into a hug. “Are you all done, baby? Do you feel bet-” she was interrupted by violent hissing as he, not intending to, emptied his full bladder. “Oh,” Luce was taken off guard by it, but kissed his neck as she felt her own need for a piss throbbing below her navel. She squeezed Zac tightly, closed her eyes, and her lips trembled as Lucy relaxed her bladder, feeling fresh warmth spreading through her diaper; though Luce hated to admit it, the heat was almost comforting. Zac turned back around, and returned her affection. They laid quietly, trying to savor their time together before the witch’s inevitable return. Outside, the sun was just peaking above the tree line, and the birds chirped, oblivious to the horrors that occurred inside the innocuous looking shack in the middle of the clearing. His mind raced, trying to consider all angles to their situation. They were five miles off from the hiking trail that snaked through the dark woodland. At their current size, covering that distance would be akin to crawling a marathon, as the way back was tricky to traverse at regular size with its brambles, and above ground roots that veined the forest floor. “Maybe someone else will wander out this way, Luce” He thought out loud. “We’d need to be ready for that, and what if the witch does the same thing to them?” She didn’t want to be negative, but after last night hope tasted a little bitter on her tongue. “We have to try something, okay? I’m gonna get us out of here, baby. This is not our fate unless we give up, and then that cunt wins.” His muscles tensed in resolve, and his eyes darted around as his mind continued to chip away at their predicament. Lucy was reluctant, but she let his words work their way into her heart, and comfort bubbled from her core up into her chest. She knew whatever lay ahead would undoubtedly be unpleasant, but with the two of them together, Luce dared to let herself think that they just might make it. “So, we would need something like a signal, right?” Zac smile as he saw her on board with his plans. “Exactly. Something that’s hard to overlook, but nothing that would draw the witch’s attention too easily.” They held hands as they continued to discuss what they might do when the time was right, both growing in hope and confidence. However, these feelings were promptly ruined by the return of their enemy. “Well, well. It looks like my babies are awake, hmm?” She stepped over the wall of the play pin, and took a seat in front of them. “Aww,” she effortlessly lifted Zac off the ground. “It looks like somebody had an accident. Such a smelly boy!” She laughed as she turned him around to pull at the back of his diaper to inspect the damage. “That’s quite a big mess, but you’re not ready for a change just yet.” She pointed her long, polished nail at Luce. “You on the other hand, stink like shit. Doesn’t she, Zac?” He started hitting her hand as she grasped him tighter, “shut the fuck up. Don’t talk to her that way!” The witch giggled, “c’mon now, be honest.” She picked up Lucy with her other hand, and in one motion forced his face into the bloated backside of her diaper. “Can you honestly tell me that she doesn’t smell terrible?” Luce cringed as she felt the point of her lover’s nose being forced through several inches of shit, and felt even worse for him when his chin came to rest at her pussy. There was little she could do compared to the significant strength of the witch, but felt a twinge of regret as the sensation of it, to her surprise, turned her on. “I-I’m sorry, Zac.” The apology might have been ruined if her boyfriend had been able to hear the stifled moan escape under her breath, but by the witch’s design, the man’s face was submerged to his ears in her padding. After a few minutes, the two were pulled apart by the massive arms of their captor, and Zac gasped and sputtered for air. “Why are you doing this?!” His voice was desperate and shaky. He loved his woman, but couldn’t deny that being forced into the mess-end of her diaper was torture. Coughing and gagging, he pleaded, “just let us go!” The villain only grinned at her toys, and reveled in the boyfriend’s fear as she slowly brought the two back together, and forced him to watch the filthy, sagging diaper inch closer back to his face; she stopped right before they made contact. “Why should I let you go when I’m having so much fun? And, besides, the two of you have yet to learn any lesson from all this. You’re a very rude and ungrateful lot, ya’ know? You haven’t even asked my name yet.” She whispered a spell under her breath, and, against all possibility, Luce grunted as she deposited a fresh load of mess inches away from Zac’s face. “What’s your name, then. I-I’m sorry for being so rude.” He tried to stay calm as the scent of Lucy’s accident began to make itself known. “It’s Mabel. Now, answer the question.” Another quick whisper, and Luce panted as both urine and fecal matter magically flowed out of her for another couple seconds. The diaper was swollen and heavy beyond belief. “Doesn’t she smell like shit?” “It’s okay, Z-Zac. Just tell her the truth.” Lucy hated being used to torture him, and right then, being told she smelled bad was far from the worst thing that could happen. Her diaper at that point was visibly growing by the second. “Just do it!” “Yes, she smells like shit!” He shouted angrily. Mabel smirked, and Luce immediately stopped filling her padding. She set the two of them down, and Lucy’s legs immediately buckled and failed under the weight of her diaper; a loud squelching sounded as her ass hit the mat. Zac looked down at her to make sure she was okay, but frowned as he felt aroused seeing her in such a pathetic state. With each beat of his heart, Zac’s erection grew thicker, and noticeably pressed against the front of his diaper. The two lovers connected eyes, and Luce’s expression grew even more dismal when she saw her boyfriend seeming to enjoy her humiliation. He quickly moved his hands to conceal his excitement. “Awww, don’t worry dear. The two of you are under a new little spell I cooked up this morning. There’s no way a man could get so excited over you when you’re covered in shit without a little magical assistance.” Mabel sat content, watching her prisoner’s interact, and mentally applauded herself for drafting such a fun piece of magic. They both looked up to her, concerned. “What do you mean, a spell?” Zac tried to focus, but couldn’t make his arousal subside. Lucy thought back to minutes before when she felt the lips of her vagina slicken as her lover’s face massaged her dirty diaper. “It really is quite simple, sweetheart. When your lover is feeling ashamed, or humiliated, then you will feel some- urges. Some so strong that you might find yourself helpless but to offer yourself to them despite the circumstances. Make sense?” She saw them looking back at her blankly and rolled her eyes. “You’ll find out soon enough.” The witch stood up and stepped out of the play pin. “Mommy has to go out into the woods to collect some ingredients for her magic. I expect Lucy to be changed in cleaned by the time I’m back.” She snapped her fingers, and Luce immediately tried to pull the diaper off, but found that it wouldn’t move. Mabel chuckled, “no, silly. Your boyfriend has to do it.” She walked past the stacks of diapers and outfits toward the door. Mabel opened it, parting with, “I’ll be gone about twenty minutes which is about how long you’ll need to clean ups such a big mess.” Lucy blushed as the door closed, and she sheepishly looked to Zac. She hated that he would have to see it all, but couldn’t deny that she was uncomfortable in all her mess. Luce looked to the ground after seeing his hesitance, but at her embarrassment, the man felt his heart rate quicken. “I’m sorry you have to do this, Zac. Please? I’m really miserable in this thing, and I can’t do it myself.” She tugged at the hem of her padding. Zac gulped as he looked at her, “It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He began to pull at it, but she reached out and grabbed her hand. “Wait. I, uh- “ He looked at her, raising an eyebrow, almost concerned about her after the events of last night, and the harrowing experiences of that morning alone. “You okay?” Her face was beet red. “I, um. I h-have to pee still.” Her eyes peered downward at the mass of her diaper to avoid looking at her lover as she spoke. “I don’t want to do it in my new one. I haven’t been clean in so long. C-can I please do it befo-” “Go ahead, sweetie. It’s okay.” Luce laid on her back, her arms crossed over her breasts. He watched as her chest rose and fell, and her lips turned down in a pout. Despite the large about of shit in her diaper, the hiss of Luce relieving her bladder was clear. In that moment, he felt Mabel’s spell taking effect as the face of his lover contorted in humiliation at being forced to wet herself in front of him. He leaned over her, looking into her timid eyes as the hissing continued. Her vulnerable gaze made his loins hot with passion, and he leaned down, kissing her. She moaned as her body relaxed, but clenched her eyes tighter when the lax state of her body allowed the piss to flow harder, and the trickling sound grew louder. Zac panted as a strong wave of heat rushed to his genitals in response to her self-consciousness. Heavy kissing and groping ensued, but as her stream came to an end, she pulled away, “Please, Zac. You have to change me before the witch comes back!” He pouted at the tease, but climbed off of her, his cock still throbbing. “Okay, sorry. Are you done?” She nodded back to him, and Zac pulled at the tapes of her nappy. The smell hit him right away, and he grunted as he pulled the anchor of a diaper out from under her. Luce hugged her knees to her chest, and waited with rosy cheeks as her man hefted the load into his arms and carried it to the far corner of their new home. He returned with a fresh diaper, wipes and some powder. “At least she left these for us.” Zac got down on his knees, and started cleaning the mess from her legs and ass. She closed her eyes as he went to work, both embarrassed and grateful. He looked at her round, perky bottom as he cleaned, and his gaze drifted to her crotch, eyeing her glistening pussy greedily. It was odd, he thought, that he could consider making love in such circumstances. It seemed that even in the most dire of circumstances, his admiration for Luce was strong; perhaps it could be stronger than even the powers possessed by Mabel, for, in that moment, he was able to look past his lust, and see her vulnerable face. All he could feel was love for her. He applied the tapes, and stood up, offer a hand to Lucy. The two hugged once she was back on her feet just in time for the witch to re-appear through the door. They stood side by side as they waited for Mabel to come back over to their prison, and the face of their beautiful prisoner eventually peered over the great wall that stood between themselves and their freedom. She grinned down at them, “Hello, darlings. It’s good to see Zac took care of your little problem. My trip into the woods was very successful.” The witch held up a glimmering, glass vile with blue liquid inside. She eyed it favorably, clearly proud of her magic craft. “Do you want to see what it does?” The two clenched each other’s hand in fear of what was to come next. They had already had plenty of demonstrations of Mabel’s powers; none of them were good. She rolled her eyes at them, and hurled the bottle down into their pin. They flinched as they heard the glass break, and a puff of smoke rose from the area of impact. Mabel waited with her arms crossed, and when the vapor dissipated, a large doll house sat waiting for them. “It’s a place for you to stay,” said Mabel. She smiled down at them, excited to see her toys explore their home. “I didn’t want you sleeping on the mat, and getting cold. I’m not a monster, after all.” The sun was high in the sky, and it would be several hours before the two fell asleep, but curiosity overtook them, and they wandered into the mansion the witch had provided. The interior was simple, but fortunately, all the draws and windows, and even the kitchen appliances, seemed to be in working order. They returned to the pin, and looked up at Mabel. “T-thank you,” Zac uttered. He hated her with all his heart, but he figured showing a little appreciation couldn’t hurt anything. Mabel nodded her head, and seemed to genuinely enjoy being thanked, but she couldn’t help but notice that Zac was doing an awkward dance. She raised one of her eyebrows, “Does somebody have to go?” He blushed and looked to the ground. He hated being talked to like that, especially in front of his woman. He shook his head, denying his very real need to relieve his bladder. The witch smirked at him, seeing right through his lie. She snapped her fingers, and with a poof Zac found himself restrained in a bouncer; it was bright yellow with pink and purple dots all over. He struggled to get free, but soon realized it was a futile effort. “Then you can stay right there until you do, and your darling Lucy will keep an eye on you for me while I work on my magic.” Luce found that she could not take her eyes off of her lover, and pouted apologetically toward him as she watched Zac bounce around, writhing and wiggling as his desperation grew. It wasn’t long before his will gave way, and his diaper flooded with fresh piss. Even after this, Lucy could not look away, and the two miserably sat through several more wettings as the sun approached the horizon. It was the end of another day, and neither of them knew where they would find the strength to carry on. Neither of them had a choice. Once the spell was lifted, Luce helped her man into their new home, and set him in bed to rest. She sat up a while longer, hugging her knees. She thought about what they would do, what their plan for escape would be, but looking at Zac as he slept she felt a strong determination rising within her. They may be physically imprisoned, but the both of them would be damned to let Mabel break their spirit. She turned in with a scowl, and sleep came quickly. She was ready for whatever tomorrow would bring. The Witch’s Toys (part 3) Lucy stirred at the sound of her lover waking, and turned, gently opening her eyes to see Zac smiling at her. These moments, she knew, were those same ones that sustained them during their imprisonment. It had been a few days since they were given their new house, and they made the best of it, settling in, organizing their new, humiliating baby clothes, and fixing up their bed every morning. The only thing sorely lacking was running water and a chance to clean the filth off of themselves; although, it would be little help without the ability to remove their diapers. She was ashamed to admit it, but what bothered her the most was not being able to make love to Zac with their padding in the way, and was almost ashamed when Zac had caught her furiously rubbing the front of her nappy the day before. Of course, he said that he understood, and was frustrated himself. Still, she hated Mabel and the state she had put them in. Some nights, when they weren’t planning their escape, they would talk about why the witch would do such things to them. They landed on only a few possibilities, none of them good. “She must be some kind of sadist,” Lucy spat. Zac nodded, but then shrugged, his eyes scanning the helpless expression of his girlfriend. “Could be a lot of things, I guess. Maybe she’s just lonely?” “Fuck that bitch either way. I know she gets off on doing this to us.” He shifted uncomfortably at the thought of being her toy, the action messaging some fresh urine into his groin. However, what he found most disturbing was the fact that he was beginning to enjoy the punishment in a strange way. He hoped against all that it was simply Mabel’s spell that would stiffen him as he watch Lucy soil herself, or, more embarrassingly, when he wet and messed his own diaper. Now, as the first amounts of sunlight streamed into their doll-house bedroom, he pulled Luce into a hug as they did every morning. He looked into his lover’s eyes, and could see that she was starting to get worn down from the constant punishment; he imagined that he didn’t look a hundred percent either. That morning began their fifth day of captivity, and the both of them were terrified of what was to come. He squeezed her tightly, “We’re gonna make it out of here, Luce. I promise you. I won’t stop fighting.” She nearly teared up at the words. Lucy had always known that she loved Zac, but after the past couple of days, and seeing the way he looked out for her coupled with her own drive to protect him, she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Her eyes must have said it all because Zac leaned in and kissed her passionately, communicating the same sentiment by his touch. That was when Mabel opened their doll-house. Zac and Lucy clung to the bed tightly as they felt half of their house swivel open, and their bedroom was split down the middle. Mabel’s beautiful face leaned down, peering into their private space. “Well, well, well. It looks like my babies are finally awake.” Her nut brown hair hung sideways from her head as she smirked at them. Her gaze scanned their tiny haven, and finally landed back on the couple. “It smells like you two could use a change, huh? Turn around and touch your toes so mommy can check you.” The both of them stood in defiance, their arms crossed and eyes stern. Mabel let out a long sigh, and snapped her fingers; they immediately assumed the position against their will. Lucy looked over to Zac with a nearly defeated expression, the blood rushing to her head, and giving her complexion a strained, red hue. Mabel reached into the doll house, and patted the backs of their diapers, using one index finger to pull at the backs of each of their diapers one by one. She chuckled as she made her inspection. “Awww. Both of you? I guess I did leave you in those nappies for a while, huh? Now, ask nicely, and I’ll give you a change.” “Go to hell!” Lucy shouted. Zac shot her a warning look. He understood after the days of torture that talking back only resulted in more punishment. Still, he admired her courage, and felt shameful as he uttered, “P-please change us, Mabel.” She crossed her arms as she looked down on them, spite clearly in her gaze. She didn’t appreciate the back talk, but Zac’s submission quelled her anger. She stood, tapping her chin in contemplation. There would have to be dome consequences, at least for that little bitch Lucy. “I’ll fix the both of you up, but there will be a catch for your little girlfriend’s outburst, okay?” The two of them stayed in position, held there mostly by the witch’s twisted magic, and partly by fear. Lucy whispered an apology to her lover, and felt stupid for making the situation worse. However, she still recognized that this was exactly what Mabel wanted. For them to be obedient, and afraid to fight back. “I’ll give you both a change, but every time little Lucy has to go potty, any of her piss or shit will be transported to your diaper, Zac. Sound good?” He grimaced at the words, but tried to remain strong for his girlfriend. He knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, but would undoubtably beat herself up for getting him into this situation. Oddly enough, he found the thought of wearing her mess around all day to be slightly arousing, but quickly shook the thought from his mind. His time in this prison was beginning to change him, and he didn’t like that one bit. He timidly nodded his agreement to Mabel’s terms, and minutes later they sat out in the play pin in fresh, clean diapers; for now. They sat and watched as the witch took both of their soiled garments, and stowed them away inside the doll-house. It was another one of her sick punishments, and she had carefully explained to them in a most demeaning tone that they should have to smell the messes they made as a reminder of how powerless they were. In fresh baby clothes, they looked at each other, taking the time to admire each other’s form when not clad in a messy diaper. Mabel had decided to only half dress Lucy, and her tits hung lightly off her chest exposed for anyone to see. Zac could feel his heart rate increase, and he began to fantasize about making love to her. He wished above all else that he would get to change her again, and have a chance to pleasure her, but for now, he needed to stay focused on their escape plan. They had discussed many ideas. The winner so far was the fact that there was a window right above their doll-house. He had figured that if they cut off strips from their outfits just small enough to not be noticed, they could fashion a rope over time, and use this to repel down the outside of the cabin. Of course, the main problem with this was that even if they escaped, they would remain this size for the rest of their lives, and if their diapers weren’t removed before they got away, chances were that they would be stuck in them forever. It was a tricky puzzle to solve, but Zac had a feeling that Mabel must have some source of her powers, and if that were destroyed, they would be on equal foot. Even better, it would be two against one. He was taken out of his musings by Lucy’s voice. “I’m so sorry, Zac.” She was too ashamed to look at him, but from the redness of her cheeks, Zac could easily guess what she meant. Luce rocked back and forth while sitting on the foam mat of the play pin, and occasionally whimpered at her growing need to piss. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, baby. Just let go.” Mabel was craftier than Lucy would have wanted. She figured that the witch would have singled her out, maybe make her stay in her new diaper for a couple days, but she was wrong. It was so much worse to see Zac get punished for her mistakes, and she nearly started to cry as her bladder gave way, and her eyes watched her man’s diaper swell with her urine. At least it was just pee for now. Her brow furrowed in curiosity as she saw Zac’s diaper become tented with an erection. He tried desperately to conceal it. “Z-Zac- do you like this?” His expression was frantic, and he felt so ashamed for visibly liking this so much. He bit his lower lip, trying to calm himself, and will his arousal away to no avail. “I-I’m sorry, Luce. I’m not sure what’s going on with me. I think I’m just really frustrated, or maybe it’s that same spell from a few days ago, but I’m honestly not sure. I hope you’re not disgusted by me.” Her heart was made tender by his words. Of course this wouldn’t change the way she felt about him. Luce was almost confident that he hadn’t gotten to cum since they were captured, and going such a long time without release could start to twist anyone’s mind a little. Despite how confusing this all was, she took some solace in the fact that the witch’s intended punishment seemed to bring Zac pleasure. She wanted that for him above anything else. He had been such a trooper, and he deserved to feel good. “It’s okay, Zac. If it makes you hot then I like it too. I’ve been dying to fuck you ever since we got trapped here. I guess this is better than nothing, right?” He was surprised by her acceptance, and his heart swelled seeing how much she cared for him. Right then, though he was aroused, Zac moreover felt a sweet longingness for his mate, and he promised himself that if they ever made it out alive that he would never let her go. Lucy looked around, and with no witch in sight, she kissed her lover, and then stood up. “Mabel?!” She called out. The witch walked over from her cauldron, and looked down on the couple, curiosity in her eyes. She had to admit she was curious. “Yes, dear?” “I’m really thirsty-” she hesitated, “mommy. Can I have some water please?” At this, the witch raised her eyebrow. Usually she had to fight tooth and nail with Lucy to get her to play along, but this sudden change was a welcome one, albeit one that aroused some suspicion. “Are you sure you want water? You’ll have to drink all of whatever I give you.” Lucy quickly shook her head, racking her brain for some words she could use to douse the strangeness of her request. It wasn’t long before something came to her. “I’m mad at Zac, mommy. Last night he said I smelled awful, but I can’t help it! I never wanted to go inside your house, but it was his idea. He deserves to be soaked in my piss.” She shot her boyfriend a spiteful look, but Zac knew her well enough to see it was in play. He found himself getting harder at the effort she was putting into satisfying his new craving, but tried his best to look crestfallen and betrayed. “Lucy, please don’t! I’m really sorry I said that. Come on, you know it’s not fair to do that to me!” Mabel chuckled at this apparent lovers’ quarrel, and turned her attention to Zac. She cupped her chin in consideration, reveling in the yellow stain already inhabiting his diaper, and found herself determined to help destroy his padding, and his self-esteem, further. “You really should be nicer to your woman, Zac. Normally I don’t take requests from little diaper wearing brats, but she’s made her case and made it well. You apologize to little Luce while I go and get her water.” The witch walked off into the kitchen to oblige Lucy’s request, and the two were left alone once again. Zac smiled at lucy, eager to feel the warmth of her urine soaking into his diaper as soon as she got what she wanted. Lucy returned his gaze, and winked at him. It made her feel amazing to have this opportunity to humor her lover’s desire, and her look communicated that she fully intended to soak his padding beyond its capacity, and then some. Mabel returned with two full, regular sized glasses of water, which to the two of the prisoners, in their tiny state, comprised gallons of water. Lucy stared at the containers, visibly daunted, and the witch set them down with a straw in each so she could reach. “Now, you don’t have to drink it all at once, but they both have to be drained by the days end, okay? Hopefully this will teach Zaccy a lesson about how to talk to women, huh?” The witch blew them both a kiss, and then walked off to return to her magic-craft. Zac’s cock was throbbing at the sight of all that water, knowing full well that it would all eventually end up in his already swollen padding. Lucy gave him another big kiss, and whispered in his ear. “Are you ready, baby? I’m gonna have to pee all day by the looks of this water. Are you excited to feel all my hot piss pouring out onto your legs and ass?” He was nearly breathless at her mock taunting, and his cheeks were a cherry shade of red. His hands trembled with excitement as he pulled her into a hug. “Thanks, Luce. I love you.” She nodded back to him, and turned away from his pleading eyes to pull the large bendy straw down to her mouth, and began to drink. She rhythmically moved her padded ass back and forth as she drank, hoping to tease him all the more. She finally removed her mouth from the straw, and the first glass was nearly half gone. She showed off her swollen belly to him, and guided his hand onto it. “You feel how full I am, baby? That’s all for you.” “Wow, you must have drank a lot of water, Luce.” “Mhm, and it’s all gonna go right here.” She pointed to the front of his diaper before placing her open palm on it, pressing the still warm piss-soaked material into his stiff cock. Zac moaned at the sensation, and felt his member twitch at her touch. Luce looked around, being careful to keep an eye out for Mabel, lest their little fun be spoiled. She put a finger to her lips, signaling for Zac to keep his pleasure silent as her hand continued to rub at his diaper. “Mmmm, I kinda have to pee again, Zac. You don’t mind do you?” He desperately shook his head no, entirely too eager for her to flood his diaper yet again. His mind darted around in a hazy arousal, thoughts pinballing from wanting to fuck her, to their life together, to concerns about what kinds of things he would like once they were free and safe. He couldn’t deny that this was very unusual, but also found comfort in the way that he and his partner had adapted to their situation. Zac’s eyes rolled back as he felt his diaper come to life with fresh warmth, and his lover’s hand still gingerly working at his cock. He tried all he could not to moan, but failed in the way that some soft grunting escaped his chest as Lucy continued to work her magic. In that moment, he felt more connect to her than he had ever felt, and the air smelt of a mix between her urine and a strange, almost static charge that built up around the two of them. He thought that it could only have been in his mind, but was surprised to see Lucy sniffing at the air, apparently noticing the same thing. It would require some further investigation later, but for now, Zac was paralyzed in his pleasure, and he wordlessly begged for more. Lucy, again, nodded her

3. A warm shape collided with Vera and almost knocked her down had she not caught herself on her suitcase. She had barely rounded the corner into the trains corridor and Brittany had thrown herself onto her. “Hey! Oh Im so glad to see you! The time isn’t the same without you around eh? Here, I saved the seats by the snack trolley.” Vera planted a big kiss on Brittany’s cheek before getting into the cabin. “You’re a beauty Brit! I missed you. At least we’ve got a few hours on this train to catch up on our summers. I want to hear all about this Muggle boy. Are they different?” Brit closed the sliding door as they sat across form each other. “It wasn’t that bad. I thought that maybe, it would be tiny, because of the theory that all wizards use enlarging spells down there. But no, it was about the same as a magic dick haha!” “Well that’s good to know! If I ever get with a muggle I wont have to use an Engorging charm.” Vera chuckled. “Is he going to be writing you this semester? Did you tell him you’re a witch?” “No I didn’t! He kept trying to buy me stuff and asking about numbers. Muggles are so odd to me. Did you meet anyone this summer?” “No I mostly laid low. Helped my parents work on the gardens so they can harvest a bunch of food I wont get to eat.” Brittany waited exactly the minimum amount of time after Vera’s response to delve back into her own escapades without being overtly rude. “He wanted me to 'go for a drive’ with him. What is that? Just going around…” Vera let her speak as her thoughts drifted back to her bladder. She grabbed her water bottle while acknowledging Brittany and took a long swell of water. “Let’s see if we can’t have some fun on this train.” “Here Brit have some water, it’s important to stay hydrated.” “You’re so right. I’m actually dying right now, and you know what the best part is?” she grabbed her wand and tapped the side of the water bottle, which began filling with water “I’m a witch again!” “Hell yeah we are! Couple of badass witches. Finish off that bottle and let me fill it up! That looked fun! We’ll each drink one more so were hydrated.” They both did and Vera could already feel the liquid hitting her. Brit looked out the window and Vera noticed her hand shift subconsciously to her crotch. Vera knew that the food trolleys would start making their rounds soon with the first round of snacks. She also knew that if Brit left to the bathroom now she would get stuck behind the snack cart and miss out. A tap on the bottle filled it and with a smile she drank half of it before passing it over to Brittany. She drank from it slowly and wondered out loud where everyone else was. “I didn’t see anyone, except Professor Longbottom. I’m planning to continue my extracurricular herbology studies this year.” Vera said with a grin. “Man Vera you are the baddest witch in the year hands down” Vera accepted that merely by widening her grin “I fucked up Vera. I cant make it to the bathroom in time. I’ll miss the snacks! I drank two coffees this morning too, ugh I’m going to explode!” “You’ll be fine Brit. Just sit back and breathe slow. Divert your thoughts, tell me more about this muggle, what was his name-” “Nope! I’m going now! I’m going to run and beat the carts!” Vera stood up, turned around and sat right square on Brittany’s lap. “ You’re not going anywhere missy. It just so happens that I also have to pee Brit. It also just so happens, that I have a solution to our dilemma. But you’re going to have to bend you’re instincts a little.” Vera leaned deeper into Brittany’s lap, pressing back against her breasts with her shoulders. “Mmmm Vera you’re really pushing against my crotch. It’s not exactly helping! Oh Vera! Vera- ahh no I can’t hold it!” One final squeak of resistance left Brittany, along with the first flood of urine onto the seat. Vera could hear it streaming out of her body and started to feel wetness on the backs of her thighs. The warmth sent a chill through Vera’s body and she let go control of her bladder as well. It was puddling in Brittany’s crotch and starting to flow down Vera’s thighs, the first few drops spattering on the ground. A sigh of relief that was also a moan of pleasure escaped Vera as she moved her wand in arcs around their legs, moving upwards and evaporating the wetness. “Oh wow that’s so smart” Brittany adjusted herself under Vera “keep doing that, I’m going to keep peeing right here on this seat. That feels good!” Vera extinguished the rest of their mess with a few passes of her wand and resumed her seat across from Brittany. “That’s how I spent most of my summer, except I didn’t have an evaporating spell I could use! Mmm it feels so good! Isn’t it warm in your pants?” “I definitely didn’t hate it.” Brit said. “Let’s make a bet for this semester Brit. If you can pee with me in each of our different classes, then I’ll recommend you join for my extracurricular studies with Professor Longbottom.” “You’ll be peeing too?” “Yes, we will do it all together. You saw how easy it was. You have nothing to lose, except your chance to experience a Professor.” As Vera said it she knew she had her. “OK fine. But this better be as good as you’ve cooked it up to be.” There was a rap on the door by the snack vendor, Brittany’s eyes snapped to focus. “Perfect timing! I know exactly what I’m getting!” Vera smiled with laughter that reached all the way to her eyes and she reached to open the door.

Today I'd like to share with you all a work a new story that I've been having commissioned. From Zuorsara whose kindly taken the time to write this story for me. He's a very talented writer and has been able to help me breath life into this creation by helping me bring my ideas to light. So, once again I thank you Zuorsara for writing this series for me. ------------------------------------ Chapter 1 The sky was an incredible blue color, and was filled with beautiful white clouds at the start of Lilith’s adventure. The sun was a glorious golden color, sending fearsome rays of heat down to scorch the barren clearing where Lilith stood. The clearing itself was dry and dusty, but far in the distance was a vast forest, and a short way away from that other buildings could be seen, yet they were too far away for one to properly make out their shape and design. At the top of a ledge in the center of the clearing stood Lilith. She was a young woman, curvaceous, with a prominent and shapely rear. Her hair was pure white, and done up in silken tresses with twin tails at the sides, and the rest draping down the back of her neck. Her eyes were a bright emerald color, and her skin was lightly tanned. She was clearly some sort of warrior-woman, and stood gazing across the horizon, youthful and yet strangely intimidating. Lilith was wearing two small white gloves, which refracted the light as if they were seemingly made out of some flexible crystalline material. Over her chest she wore a pink, black and white blouse that ended at her shoulders, with ruffles at the sides and a large pink bow over the front. Over her back was a small red and black cape. The skirt portion of her blouse was black and pink and reached about mid thigh, with the helm ending in white ruffles. She was wearing a black and white pair of boots with gold dragon emblems upon them that seemingly radiates strange particles of an unknown magic. As her eyes adjusted to the harsh sun bearing down on her, Lilith felt a soft breeze rush through the dusty clearing around her, causing her hair and skirt to flutter around. She smoothed it out a little bit, before turning and walking down a small cliff path that led in the direction of the strange buildings in the distance. As she walked, Lilith’s thoughts drifted to just a few hours ago, and the strange event that had suddenly occurred to bring her here, wherever she was. One moment, Lilith was walking down a noisy street in modern day California, and all of a sudden she’d felt a strange tingling sensation, and noticed small purple dust-like particles attaching to her. Before she could cry out, the world had started spinning, and she’d woken up dressed exactly as she was now, with no clue where she was or how she could return to where she’d come from. She wasn’t sure whether she’d been teleported to the other side of the world, gone back in time, or traveled to some alternate dimension, but she wasn’t about to let it get to her. Sure, when she’d first awoken, it had been a terrible shock, and she’d panicked for several minutes at first, but she’d gradually gotten her bearings and knew that despite the confusion, she had to get a grip on things. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more Lilith was struck by a strange idea. In her life in California, she’d been an avid reader of ieskai based light novels, and she began to wonder if she herself had been transported to a fantasy world, to be reborn as a super strong warrior woman. Despite the horrible notion that she might never see her family again, she was strangely excited by this possibility, and wanted the chance to see if her hypothesis could be proven correct. As she kept walking, Lilith began to feel a certain tug in her abdomen; the unmistakable signal of a full bladder. She stopped for a second and began to ponder the idea of sneaking off behind a rock to urinate, but eventually decided against it, instead deciding to wait until she got to the buildings to look for a toilet. Besides, the sooner she found someone to talk to, to help her figure out her situation, the better. She kept walking, eventually leaving the dusty clearing and entering a patch of wetland on the outskirts of the forest, feeling the heat of the sun being replaced by the humid chill of the vegetation. Yet the more she walked, the more Lilith felt the urge to urinate. It wasn’t an urgent need yet, but she knew that sooner or later she’d have to do something about it. Furthermore, whilst in her old life she’d had a slightly larger than average bladder, she wasn’t sure if that had translated into her new form or not. After half an hour of walking, Lilith finally reached a small patch of trees on the edge of the forest, and sat down in the roots of one, feeling the cool shade of the tree protect her from the sun’s harsh rays. She was getting a little bit hungry, having not eaten since before her arrival here, but she was at a loss for how to feed herself. The mysterious buildings were still a way off, and Lilith didn’t know if the strange fruit growing on the trees was poisonous or not, and she wasn’t about to risk it. Sighing, she realized that her problem wasn’t going to go away by sitting around and thinking about it, so she picked herself up and continued in the direction of the buildings. Suddenly, she heard the unmistakable sound of rustling footsteps from the forest, and turned to see who was causing it. For a second Lilith couldn’t see anyone behind the dense undergrowth, and then all of a sudden, a young woman appeared, about Lilith’s age, wearing a black and pink dress. She had long blonde hair, and a white and black striped corset, with black and pink boots like her dress. She was wearing a pair of black gloves, and had two black and white bows in her hair. Initially, Lilith had thought that she might’ve been in trouble, but when she saw the girl smile she knew that everything was alright. “Hi, my name’s Princess Elise!” Lilith was taken aback momentarily. This was the first person she’d met in this strange new land, and she couldn’t believe it was a princess of all people. What would a princess be doing in a forest anyway? “You... you’re a princess?” Lilith said, trying to sound as confident as possible despite the strange turn of events. “Yes, I’m the princess of Nohr. Who are you?” Elise replied, smiling at her and showing a set of perfectly white teeth. Despite the weirdness of the situation, Lilith couldn’t help but grin back at the girl; it was relaxing to have the first person she’d met be so happy. It calmed her nerves and made her more excited for this new land, rather than anxious and miserable as she had been before. She was a little hesitant to tell the girl her name, but then realized how stupid she was being. “My name’s Lilith... I’m kinda new here.” “What do you mean by that? Are you a traveler?” said Elise, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, maybe. I don’t really know how I got here,” Lilith replied. “What do you mean by that?” Elise smiled back. “It means one moment I was just walking along, and then all of a sudden I ended up here,” Lilith said bluntly. She didn’t know how else to explain it, or if Elise would think she was crazy. “Well, why don’t you follow me back to the camp, and we can try to figure all of this stuff out. Come on, you look absolutely starving. You can lodge with us for a little bit as well. It’s going to be freezing tonight; you can warm yourself by the campfire.” Lilith couldn’t argue with that. She began to follow Elise on the road towards the village, still feeling the pressure in her bladder gradually rise. After talking with Elise for several minutes as the buildings of the camp grew closer and closer, a sudden gust of wind blew right across the ground. It snatched up Lilith’s dress, allowing Elise to peek at her bright blue panties before Lilith could push her dress back down again. Elise giggled whilst she blushed in shame and tried to make smooth out her dress. She was dreadfully embarrassed, but Elise just rubbed a hand on her shoulder and she immediately felt much happier. She was incredibly grateful for having met this strange princess, and she didn’t want to imagine the situation if she’d ended up somewhere where there were no people to talk to at all in this strange land. As soon as the shame of suddenly having her underwear revealed wore off however, she was reminded of the presence of all of the liquid in her bladder, and her need to urinate was rapidly becoming urgent. She was still not exactly desperate, but she knew that she should definitely relieve herself, considering she might not get the chance when she got to the camp. “Uh, Elise, can I tell you something?” she said. “Sure, tell me anything you want,” Elise said, still beaming as ever. “I really have to pee; do you know anywhere where I can use the bathroom in private?” Her face went bright red as she said it; she wasn’t exactly used to announcing that she had to pee in front of strangers she’d only known for less than ten minutes. Yet her embarrassment was nullified when she saw Elise’s face, perfectly understanding, without the slightest hint of judgement. “Sure, there’s a place just outside the camp that everyone uses as a toilet. It’s like a little clearing, but there’s lots of cover so you won’t be disturbed when you’re doing your business.” On one hand, Lilith had hoped that there had been actual, working toilets at the camp, but she realized that it had been too much to ask for; peeing on the ground behind a bush would have to suffice. Besides, her bladder really was killing her at that point. Eventually, they got to the camp itself. Lilith could only see the tops of the strange wooden buildings, due to the fact that they were hidden by a barricade of wood that surrounded the entire camp. She turned to look at Elise, who understood completely her implications, and pointed in the direction of a small clearing a short distance away from the camp. Lilith hurried towards the clearing, her bladder pushing her for release as soon as possible. The clearing itself was empty of trees, but the ground was covered in tall, obscuring bushes and reeds, and by hiding herself behind one, Lilith was finally confident that she total privacy. She knelt down on the dark, earthy soil and tried to make sure her blouse didn’t touch or snag on any of the nearby plants. When she was confident and relaxed enough, she pulled her panties down and prepared to release. With a sigh, Lilith relieved herself, urine splashing down into the dirt in the form of a forceful torrent. The surging urine hissed out of her, creating a puddle that, despite being absorbed by the ground, rapidly grew to threaten the edges of her boots. It was incredibly hot, and in the cool afternoon air Lilith could literally see clouds of steam rising from it. She basked in the relief of finally urinating after being forced to contain it for so long. It was wonderful. She just put her head back and let the relief over take her, closing her eyes to enjoy the pleasurable feelings as her bladder emptied at last. The urine was spraying out of her loudly, the hissing as it excited her urethra contrasting with the pattering of it impacting the ground. It was a dark golden color, and smelt strongly of ammonia. Whilst she was peeing, Lilith thought about her current situation, and what the consequences of it would possibly be. She really had absolutely no idea where she was. She’d never heard of Nohr, and she was pretty sure that she’d slipped into some kind of alternate dimension or time-stream. It was incredibly confusing, but at the same time Lilith was very excited. She’d read all about people being taken out of their ordinary lives to be given strange and fearsome magical powers, and she wondered if she had some of the same. Still, despite only being gone a few long hours, she longed to see her friends and family again, and hoped that somehow she would be able to make it back to her original place and time so she could be with them again. She couldn’t stomach the thought that they might be gone for good, and she was determined to do all she could to learn about this strange new land that she’d found herself in, and to try her hardest to find a way back to her original life, if it was possible. She began to wonder if she’d taken her friends and family for granted, and she vowed that if she saw them again she’d do everything she could to make sure that she appreciated every moment spent with them. But for now, she had to make the best of the world she had found herself in, and to enjoy the sense of adventure that had dawned on her when she’d first met Elise and realized that she wasn’t completely alone at least. After a while of her pee splashing onto the ground, Lilith could feel her bladder slowly beginning to empty. It was a marvelous feeling; just peeing and peeing and peeing. Eventually however, her bladder started to run dry. Her raging torrent turned into a soft stream, and then a gentle trickle, and then it was nothing more than a few drops. When even these ceased, Lilith kept squatting there for a second, just enjoying the wonderful feeling of having her bladder empty at last, before rubbing her pussy with her hand to dry it and then wiping her hand on some of the nearby bushes. She didn’t have a sink or even a puddle to clean herself properly, but it was better than nothing. At last, when her business was finally complete, she pulled her panties up and stood up herself, patting down her dress and leaving behind a puddle of stinking urine in the dirt where she’d urinated. She headed back in the direction of Elise, hoping that she hadn’t disappeared in the time that Lilith had been urinating. She’d only been gone for a couple of minutes, but she didn’t like the idea of suddenly being left on her own again. Her fears were unfounded however, as Elise was still in exactly the same place as Lilith had left her, and when Lilith approached, she bounded over and smiled, just as happy as ever. “Did you relieve yourself?” she said. “Yeah, thanks. I really needed that,” Lilith replied. “Oh, that’s good to hear. Come inside the camp; let’s talk about how you got here.” Lilith followed Elise through the gates into the camp. Inside, she could finally see the strange buildings in their entirety. They were made of wood, appearing from a distance to be rather ramshackle, but up close they were deceptively well made. The roads and passages inside the camp weren’t paved, but consisted of dry dirt roads, trampled clean by numerous people milling about. None of them stopped to say hello to Lilith, but a few glances were thrown her way. She felt a little self conscious knowing that people were looking at her, but she fortunately couldn’t detect any hint of malice or suspicion from them. They just seemed to be looking at like she was somehow out of place, which was exactly how she felt. Maybe it was her feeling out of place that was causing them to look at her funny. Regardless, Elise pulled Lilith through to the center of the camp, where there was a large campfire with several logs surrounding it. “Wait here for a second,” Elise said, pointing to one of the logs. Lilith sat down on it and put her hands in her lap, warming herself as close to the fire as she dared whilst Elise went into one of the nearby buildings. It was becoming evening pretty fast, and like Elise had said, the warm rays of the sun had quickly been replaced with the freezing chill of the impending night. Lilith rubbed her arms as well as she could, and started blowing on her hands. It was like the heat of the fire had caused her to realize how cold she really was. Regardless, after a couple of minutes, she was very warm indeed, her body heated by the orange glow of the campfire. Eventually, Elise emerged from the building holding several bottles of liquid under her arm. She sat down next to Lilith and handed one to her, saying “Here, drink this. This should warm you up in no time.” Sure enough, when Lilith had a swig of it, it was like her whole body had been filled with heat, and all traces of the cold scoured from her in an instant. “Now, tell me the whole story,” Elise said. “Well... I’m from California, in America. Have you ever heard of America?” Lilith said. “No, never,” Elise replied, shaking her head. “Is it like Nohr?” “I’ve never heard of Nohr either,” said Lilith. “Well, anyway, California is a state in America, sort of like a kingdom, but with no kings or princesses. I was just walking along the road when all of a sudden I felt this strange sensation throughout my entire body, like a prickling, itching feeling, and then I noticed these tiny purple particles surrounding me. And before I knew it, I was lying on the floor in a clearing a short distance away from here, with no idea how I got here or anything.” Elise seemed very confused by this. “You mean... you were someplace else, and then you just felt weird, and then you woke up on your back with no idea of how you got here? That’s so strange. I’ve never heard of anything like that ever happening.” “Neither have I. One day I was a student in my final year of high school, watching anime and reading my favorite books... and then I was here,” Lilith replied, taking another swig of the wonderful drink. “Wow... that’s so weird. I really don’t know what to say,” said Elise. “I don’t really know how to help you.” “Thank you so much Elise,” Lilith suddenly blurted out. “I mean – I was worried that I was gonna be the only one here – that I’d wonder around and have nobody to talk to. Thanks for being so nice to me. I was really anxious and scared when I first came here, but you’re really helping me to make the best of things.” “Awww, come here,” said Elise, moving up to Lilith and hugging her deeply. Lilith hugged her back. She hadn’t cried when she’d first arrived here, despite how scared she was at first, but now that Elise was being so nice to her she almost burst into tears, desperately trying to hold back from sobbing. She wiped a rogue tear from her eye and wrapped her other arms around Elise, feeling the heat of Elise’s body against hers. She also felt another kind of heat building up within her, obviously the result of the liquid she’d been drinking for a little while now. She didn’t fancy going all the way back out to that clearing, especially since it was a little way outside the walls of the camp, and she hoped that when the time to announce her need came, Elise would have something like a chamber pot that she’d be able to use. After what felt like forever, Elise broke off the hug and said to her “Well, I’m really glad we met, Lilith. I’ve always believed in looking out for travelers, especially people who get lost, so I promise that I’ll always look out for you. If you need anything from me, anything at all, I promise I’ll do my hardest to make sure that you get it, and hopefully one day you’ll be able to find your way home and see your family and friends again.” Lilith thanked her for her consideration, wiping another tear of happiness from her eye. She did long to see her family and friends again, but at the same time, she knew that this adventure with Elise was exciting. It was confusing, yet at the same time she actually quite liked being a new realm, a place which she’d never heard of before, meeting new people and discovering things she’d never seen before. It was like a whole new world for her, and as much as she missed the previous, she was growing to like this one more and more by the moment, especially since meeting Elise and making her very first friend here. She was intensely glad for Elise, somebody she could to and reveal her predicament without sounding crazy, and that Elise had been so caring and understanding. Lilith was jolted out of her thoughts by a sudden urge from her bladder. She pressed a hand into her crotch through the fabric of her dress, before slowly standing up to get better control over her need to urine. Elise stood up in turn. Just then, a gust of wind blew through the camp with a howl, sending both Elise’s and Lilith’s dresses flying up around them. Lilith’s blue panties were exposed once again, but when she went to shove her dress back down again, she noticed what Elise was wearing; a white padded garment with blue stars scattered across the front of it. Lilith wasn’t about to judge Elise so quickly, especially since Elise had been so nice to her, but Elise blushed bright red when she realized that Lilith had seen her diaper. “I can explain-,” Elise said, putting a hand out as if she expected Lilith to turn and run away from her. “No, it’s fine... I don’t care,” said Lilith honestly. Elise audibly relaxed at that. “I have to wear this, you know. Royalty are expected to hold their pee for ages and ages, and I haven’t quite got there yet... in fact, I kinda need to go right now. You don’t mind, do you?” “No, of course not,” Lilith said. Elise nodded in thanks. A second later, there was a muffled hissing noise as Elise released her bladder. As soon as she did so, Lilith suddenly felt her urge increase until it was almost unbearable. She hadn’t realized how badly she’d had to go, and listening to Elise pee had set her off badly. It was almost instant, that urine began pouring down her legs and soaking into her boots. Golden streams of pee trickled down her legs as she inadvertently urinated, droplets of pee dropping onto the ground. Fortunately, only a small patch at the front of her dress was soaked, but her legs were hot and sticky with pent up urine. “Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you had to go really badly as well,” Elise said, putting her hands over her mouth. “I didn’t mean to make you wet yourself.” “No, it’s my fault,” said Lilith, going bright red. “I didn’t realize how badly I had to pee until it was too late. I probably would’ve peed my pants before I got back to that clearing anyway.” After a couple more moments of relief, both of the girls were empty once again. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. I need to change my diaper and you need to dry your legs,” said Elise, leading Lilith into the wooden building she’d gotten the drinks from. She entered the building and felt the warmth of the interior move over her and around her. Still leaving little droplets on the ground from her wet panties, she let Elise take her to one side as they prepared to clean up before turning in for the night in this strange, bizarre new land...

Hi guys, here is my next story but its going to be a bit different to the ones I have done before. Usually I’ve already planned out much of a story and have notes for each step along the way. But I’ve not got as much free time as before, so I am starting this without the prior planning. There is a high probability that this could become another unfinished story on the site and, posts may be sporadic and random lengths depending on when I get the time and inclination to write. I'm saying all this because I often get people commenting they are happy to see a story with an ending, so thought I would be upfront with this. But hopefully it will still be enjoyable to you all! The Wet Rune Chapter 1: The foundation Rays of morning sunlight shone through the partially curtained windows, illuminating a figure seemingly deep in thought. A stillness filled the room, the only movement coming from the drifting dust glimmered in the light having recently displaced from its position atop the numerous old boxes and piles of long forgotten books. Carefully the figure turned a page of the fragile book, studying the faded and stained pages covered in barely legible glyphs and symbols. Her right hand slowly moving over and taking a note of something in an old leather notebook that had seemingly seen better days. Hearing the floor creak the figure turned their head to see a younger woman, her assistant was hurrying towards her whilst carrying a number of scrolls in her arms. A broad smile on her face as she caught her superiors attention. “Annabeth, I think I found something” She said, rolling out two of the scrolls on the table and using a random assortment of artefacts and books to weight down the corners. Her associate simply raising her hands out of the path of the scroll in a way that suggested she was used to these sorts of interruptions. Picking up the mug from the table she took a swig from the stale and old tea before leaning over to peer over the ancient texts unfurled before her. “Well I am glad you have, im still coming up empty.” She sighed, placing the empty mug down on one of the few uncovered parts of the table. “Ok, so look here. Anything seem odd to you?” Her assistant said excitedly. “Nope, that just looks like the seal of Erzulie.” “Correct, but this isn’t a Benin scroll, its Egyptian” “Ok, that’s weird.” Annabeth said, moving around the table for a better look. Her interest clearly peeked by the revelation that would have made sense to very few others. “So we have a deity about 4,000 miles and a few hundred years out of place.” “Yeah, and then over here we have it again. But this time it’s a translation of a Mameluke text found in Spain.” Her assistant continued, a large tomb carefully placed on top, open to a gold leaf page covered in sigils and marks both women were deeply familiar with. “hmmm” Now looking at the second text, she peered closer at number of ornate symbols, her hand outstretching and grabbing a magnifying glass to help. “There is Nanshe from the Sumerians as well as Tefnut and Anuket from Egypt” Annabeth said using a finger to lightly trace the scripture on the page. “So this really could be it. The sect we were looking for?” “That’s what I was thinking and more than that, if you read the passage down there” her assistant said pointing to the bottom of the opposite page. “A communal treasure, its power unimaginable was stored by the priests of the water of life to protect it until it was needed again. To protect it from the great….What does that word say Courtney?” Annabeth asked, her assistant farm more of a linguist than even she was. “Uh… I think it translates to roughly famine, or maybe thirst. It mentions the tale of the Famine Stela, which Anuket is also present for, so it could be referring to that?” “The seven-year drought? That was where they talked to the gods at the Elephantine spring in Egypt and the temple of Satet was created right?” “Yes exactly and I think the the cult of Satis may have formed a basis for our larger group. Judging by the few mentions of the Omotet It would appear that it was somewhat of a secret sect, even from many other groups that knew of each other. It is possible that members of Satis were also members of Omotet.” The young assistant said, looking up and pushing her glasses further up her nose.” There was a long pause as the two women contemplated their findings, the room falling silent for a moment. They had been working on this for months, years... but now they had found something. Although, they had both been bitten like this before, the secret sect many believed to have never existed becoming some what of an awkward conversation for both of them. Many of their peers putting it up there with the theory of aliens building the pyramids. “So, do you think this is it Annabeth. The fountain of youth?” “Only one way to find out, but this is great work Courtney. We might be on the verge of one of the greatest rediscoveries ever.” She said, a wide smile covering her face as they locked eyes. The tiredness of many sleepless nights wiped away in an instant. ------------------- So that is the set up, I'd love to know peoples thoughts. Also, sorry to anyone who might now more about Egyptology than me, I did my best but I probably got some things wrong there.... More coming soon! Also, this is largely inspired by a story I read many years ago called the Wet Stone that I think many of us will be familiar with. But if not I would 100% recommend this story.

So, um, this is my first time writing an interactive, hopefully this can get off the ground. This was inspired by The Desperate Dungeon by Bees, and Make em pee by ShadowPhantom. So, what this would be about is a girl who goes into a dungeon, and you must collect items to get stronger, but at the beginning, getting killed is very easy, but when you die, you keep some of the items you’ve collected, making you stronger for your next run. So lets start! Some info: Collectibles: There are 3 forms of currency, VG (Virtual gold), Orbs, and Exp chips. VG can be spent at shops to buy items, but you lose them upon death. Orbs are saved after death, and are used to buy power ups and modifiers for your next run after you die. XP chips automatically make you level up when you get enough, letting you add to your stats. You keep your levels after death, but not your leftover XP chips. There is also Ethereal XP, which you keep after death. Achievements: Getting these give you either Ethereal XP or Orbs. Unlocking achievements unlocks others, in a tree sort of way Leveling up: Leveling up lets you either upgrade 2 skills of choice, or 3 random skills. Every 5 levels, you get a bonus ability pertaining to a skill For character creation now: Name: Pretty self explanatory , choose a name Height: How tall you are Breast size: ...chose a size Hair length/color: Chose either brown (Bonus HP), black (Bonus bladder), Blonde (Bonus storage), Blue (Bonus magic), Red (Bonus strength), and green (Bonus stamina) Stats: All stays start at level 1, but you can choose 5 to upgrade automatically. You can upgrade the same one multiple times: HP: The amount of damage you can take before death (10 hp per level) Stamina: Doing actions uses this. If you run out, you go back to the beginning of the dungeon with half of max stamina and lose half of max hp, but keep your VG, XP chips, and items (10 per level) Strength: The amount of damage you can deal. Also depends on your weapon Storage: The amount of items you can hold. (2 per level) Magic: The amount of spells you can use per run. Buy spells with Orbs Bladder: The amount of pee you can hold. (100 ml per level) So, lets go! Current Achievements: Wetting: 1: First Hold - Reach 100 ml) [10 Ethereal XP] Combat: 1: First Fight - Kill a monster [10 Ethereal XP] Progress: 1A: First upgrade - Die with at least 1 orb and buy a orb upgrade [3 orbs] 1B: Getting somewhere - Clear 3 rooms in a single run [10 Ethereal XP] Collectibles: 1: Forager - Pick up 3 items or 10 orbs in a single run [5 orbs] Other: 1: 1st reply - Get 1 reply [None]

Chapter 1 - The Bracelets It started with a weird exchange as I left the store. "You seem like a kind fellow!" He said, stopping me as I was about to step into the parking lot. "Thank you?" I reply, trying to step around him. "Do you wear bracelets?" He asks "No, I do-" I hear the grocery bag in my hand crinkle, and look down, then quickly to his hands. There's nothing that he's holding, and everything still appears to be in there. "Well, have a nice day." He walks away, seeming to have accomplished something, though I wasn't sure what. I didn't work it out until I had arrived home, and started putting my grocery bags away. I discovered 3 clear bags of bracelets that I hadn't bought. They were all labeled "Pee Bracelets - Set of 8." I flipped one bag around to look at the back, and their was a list of each color. "Red - Long Distance. Put it on and see how far your stream will go! Orange - Height. When wearing this one, be careful not to get rained on! Yellow - Infinite. You'll never run out of pee while wearing this one, great for pairing with the others! Green - Absorbable. Pee on fabric, and not only soak it, but fill it like a water balloon! Blue - Fast. If you want to pee more than you already are, use this to get more out in less time! Purple - Silent. Cut out those loud hissing and splashing noises to be more discrete about what your doing. Pink - Resistant. Ever wanted to wet yourself without ruining the pants your wearing? Now the pee won't be absorbed by your pants (or anything else)! Black - Reversal. Pee on anything that has fallen victim to your powers and return it to normal. Just pee into the already soaked item or into the pool of pee, and all of it will be undone!" Confused, but curious, I took a pack of them out into my backyard, put on the red one, and dropped my pants. I started to pee, and to my amazement, it flew across my yard, hitting the fence that was at least 25 feet away from me. I removed the bracelet, and the moment it wasn't around my arm any more, the pee quickly returned to normally hitting the ground in front of me. I decided to go in color order, so I located the orange one and put it on. Immediately my pee started to almost defy gravity, going almost straight up in a huge arch that didn't land to far in front of me, but went higher than my house, or any building on the block for that matter. Then, to my slight dismay, I had emptied my bladder. Luckily, the next in line way the yellow one that promised to make sure I never ran out. I put it on, and immediately my peeing returned. I waited for a couple minutes, and it never stopped, so I kept it on as I found the green one, and put it on. Nothing seemed to happen, so I re-read the bag, and realized I needed to be wearing some type of fabric, or at least be peeing on it. So I pulled up my underwear, whilst still peeing, and watched. My underwear immediately started to act as a diaper, and swelled as it held all the pee. It dripped in some places, but held 99% of the pee I was releasing. I eventually had to remove the underwear completely as the massive amounts of liquid were weighing me down. One I had them off, whilst still wearing the yellow and green bracelets, I continued peeing on the underwear now laying in the grass in front of me, and discovered that the pee was still going into the underwear, causing it to expand further. Eventually I remove the green one, leaving the overfilled underwear laying on the ground in front of me. I put on the blue ones on, and the stream of pee suddenly increases in size quite a bit, clearly causing me to pee more than I normally would at once, and it quickly makes puddles in a few places that spread out quicker than the ground can absorb it. I remove the blue ones as the pee seeps into the ground. I put on purple next, and suddenly everything that goes quiet. There's no "pee hiss," no splashing, no dripping. It just silently lands in the lawn. There's not much else to say about this one. I switch to the pink one, and it starts to run across the ground, this time it doesn't seem to seep into the ground. As I read the explanation of the pink one again, I pull my pants back up. I feel the pee run down my legs, and out the bottom of the pants. But it's completely dry as the pee continues to pool on the ground around me, I put on the final black one, and pee onto the ground. The pooling from the pink one immediately disappears. I pee on the balloon-like boxers, and the immediately dry off and return to their normal size. I finally remove all the bracelets as I pull a folded paper from the bag. I unfold it and read: "Bracelet Combos: The Parabola - Red and Orange: Pee over buildings with this one to make sure the evidence is as far from you as possible. The Basin - Blue, Yellow, and Pink: Instantly fill up anything with this combination, maybe if you want to go for a swim. The Marker - Red and Green: Pee far into the distance, and see if you can hit someone. You'll be able to tell when their torso or legs expand The Cancellation - Pink and Green: Wearing both at the same time will cause you to pee and soak things normally, and nothing will be different, even if you have other bracelets on. Same goes for wearing the black one with any of the other ones. The Pitstop - Blue and Purple: You'll be in and out of the bathroom in an instant, and you'll be so silent nobody will even notice you were there. The Growth - Yellow, Green, and Blue: Blow up your crotch like a balloon in seconds with this combo. Try and get your dick more upwards for a more normal belly look if you can get it to hit your shirt instead. And the most popular among testers: The Balloon - Orange, Yellow, Green, and Blue: This one is extremely complicated to do, but equally entertaining when pulled off. You'll want a pair of underwear (as it grows into a round shape), and somewhere outside to lie down. The challenge becomes trying to throw the underwear in the air, and then aiming at them with pee. This creates a situation where the underwear are slowly rising into the air (due to the force of the blue bracelet's power) while expanding, both like qualities of a balloon. Be careful that you have the black one nearby because when that underwear gets big, the force of the stream won't be able to keep in in the air, and the underwear will start falling fast." Out of interest, I decide to try the last one. I lay down in the grass, and put on the orange, yellow, green, and blue bracelets, making sure the bag of them is within arms reach. I remove my pants again, and grab my underwear. I throw them into the air, and try to pee on them. I fail many times, and the stream lands on my shirt many times, causing it to fill my shirt. Eventually, I hit the pair, and it starts to rise into the air, amazingly enough. It also starts to quickly grow. In fact, it grows so fast it's bigger than I am within the first ten seconds, most likely due to the blue/green combination. Soon it's getting pretty huge for the backyard, and starts to get to heavy for the stream. It starts falling, and I quickly stand and run out of the way, still peeing straight up, and fishing through the bag for the black one. I quickly put it on, and as the underwear hits the ground, now a huge sphere, I pee on it, and it snaps back to a normal shape and size as it dries off. I put the bracelets away in the bag and seal it again. I set it down on the table, and not a minute later is there a knock at the door. I quickly pull on my now-dry pants, and answer the door. It's Logan and Nathan, brothers who are good friends of mine. Logan is a short, skinny, blond guy with pale skin and brown eyes. He tends to be very talkative and interested in everything. Nothing truly bothers him that much, and tends to enjoy himself no matter what he's doing. Nathan is very tall and wide. He has tan skin and night-black hair. His eyes are also brown, and his clothes are very tight on his large frame. I'm pretty sure he and Logan share a wardrobe because Logan's clothes always looks to be 3 sizes to big and so long that the ends of his limbs are never visible. Nathan doesn't talk nearly as much, but often asks questions about everything until he gets an answer or gives up. He's willing to try anything, but will quickly drop anything he doesn't want to do. "Hey Cam! You ready for our trip?" Logan asks. "Oh shoot! That's today?" I answer. "Yea... are you packed?" He presses. "I mean, I am, but I'm just surprised." I say, and head to get my suitcase. As I grab it, I glance at the three bags of bracelets on the table next to me. I quickly grab them on a moment's instinct and decide to take them with me. I shove them in a pocket on the case, zip it up, and head for the door. "Let's go!" Logan says, as they lead me to Logan's car. We climb in, and we head off. The trip is to drive around the Canadian providence we live in, Alberta, and see the sights. We has many plans, but nothing was really set in stone. And I knew I was gonna end up derailing them with these bracelets, though not immediately. Our only basis is that we're doing it as a camping trip of some kind, so we all have foldable tents, and we're planning to spend a lot of time outside. Pretty soon, we're already getting off at an exit to use the bathroom at an gas station. However, out of temptation, I try to make an excuse to get us to go outside in a field instead. "Come on, why use a gas station bathroom? We're on a camping trip! We should go pee outside, eh?" I offer, and surprisingly Nathan agrees pretty quickly, to my surprise. Logan also agrees after a bit of consideration because he can never turn anything down from his constant curiosity. I've never felt more glad of how comfortable the three of us are around each other. We drive onto a dirt road, and after a while we come to a clearing where we can pull the car onto the side of the road. Logan steers us from the road, and we all get out and walk away from the road. Before I get out, a quickly grab a random bracelet, finding that I grab the yellow one. I slide it on, and immediately need to pee even more. I quickly drop my pants and start to pee, and so do the other guys. Soon, the other two have finished peeing, but due to the bracelet's magic, I haven't, and won't until the bracelet is off. "Woah, you really needed the bathroom, didn't you?" Logan jokes while the two of them wait for me to finish. "Yea, I did." I reply, smirking a bit knowing that it won't stop. We stand around for a couple minutes in silence before Nathan peeps up for the first time in the whole trip. "How could someone possibly pee this long?" He says as he walks over to check if I'm still going. "What the heck?" "I really needed to go, I hadn't gone all day." I try to excuse myself. "You've made that obvious, eh?" He says. "I guess so." I play it cool, but it only keeps the hewt off me for so much longer. At this point I'm just trying to see how long I can go before they try to stop me, or just take me back to the car whilst I pee. "Hey, Cam? You still going over here?" Logan walks over. "Yea. I hadn't peed for at least 24 hours, so I've really had to go." "I don't feel like that excuses a 10 minute long pee, though." He says, and he grabs my arm, and starts pulling me to the car. "I care about getting to a campsite more than wether you pee in my car, honestly. So we're going back to the car wether you're still peeing or not." Logan's careless nature takes him over "Uhhh... okay." I say, casually and secretly removing my bracelet from my wrist and putting it my pocket, stopping the stream. I pull up my pants, and we climb back in the car. "Wait, you finished?" Logan inquires. "I guess so, and just in time." I say as I climb back in the car. "Let's go, because I feel like I'll be needing to use the bathroom again later." "I don't remember you needing the bathroom this much..." Logan says. "Me neither." Nathan says. "My bladder's gotten weaker then, eh?" I say. We drive until we arrive at the campsite, and then find an area far from any other campers, per my request. As we park, I pull out the green bracelet, sliding it on with the yellow one, while taking the bag with me. I quickly get out, leaving my pants behind in the car, so I'm just in boxers. We start to set up our tents, and while I'm behind mine and out of sight of the other guys, I start to pee again. My underwear immediately becomes soaked, and starts to expand. "What's that hissing noise? Are you already peeing again, Cam?" He walks over as I continue peeing and setting up my tent. He walks around the side and jumps back at the sight of the growing underwear. "What's wrong, dude?" I ask, casually. "Are you, like, wearing a diaper?" He says, waving Nathan over. "No, why?" I ask. "Why are your boxers soaked and filling with pee?" He asks, as Nathan arrives, not reacting in the slightest. "I don't understand why that's a problem." I lie. "I mean, it's not a problem, it's just... unusual. Boxers don't normally stretch like that, and people don't normally pee as much as you are right now." He says. "Well, maybe I'm not normal." I lean over, pretending to continue setting up, but I actually put on the blue bracelet from the bag on the ground next to me. The underwear immediately starts to grow a lot faster. "How are you peeing so much? Did it just get faster?" Logan backs up. My crotch is now bigger than the tent I'm setting up, and is approaching double the tent's size. "I'm just using the bathroom, Logan. Go finish securing the tents before the wind picks up or something." I say, getting up. "I've finished my tent already, so I'm gonna go over here to finish peeing since it bothers you so much." I stroll a bit away from the tents, making sure I'm not to close to the sight of other campers. I have the bag in hand, though it's hidden from view by the bulging underwear. I continue to pee as the underwear weighs me down, forcing me to the ground. Eventually, the underwear is now at least 10 times the size of me, my legs and most of my torso now hidden from view, as Nathan walks over. "Hey, dude. Sorry about Logan, I've never seen him grumpy about anything like this before." He says, though I can barely hear him. "It's okay, but you're kinda far away for me to hear you." I say, though I do nothing to allow him to approach. Then, to my surprise, Nathan climbs onto the pee-filled fabric, and maneuvers closer to me so we can talk. His pants are immediately dampened as he sits down on the underwear. "Okay, look, I get that you know it's not normal. I can tell you're doing this to mess with us, more specifically Logan. I'd be willing to join you in messing with him if you're willing to tell me how you pull this stuff off?" Nathan asks. "I'll tell you. But wait until tonight. It's less risky if Logan is asleep so he won't overhear." I say. "So I'll be able to do these things, eh?" Nathan checks. "Yea, you'll have the tools." I guarantee. I suddenly remember that the underwear is still growing, but the bag is somewhere on it, out of my sight. "...but as a bit of an explanation, do you see a bag pf bracelets anywhere?" "Yea, it's on the underwear over there." He points off into the distance "Get it for me, will ya?" I beg. "Will do." He gets up and walks across the expanding underwear. He returns with the bag in hand. "Pass it here and then get of the underwear. Call out if you can once you get off." I explain, and he walks away after giving me the bag. I grab the black bracelet out, and wait for him to say something "I'm off!" I hear him faintly say. I slide the black bracelet on and the underwear returns to being the right size, and I immediately stop peeing. "Woah! How did you do that?" He asks. "I'll explain later. Right now, go change your pants before Logan sees you soaked." I order. "Well, before that, seeing as I'm already pretty wet." A hissing noise starts, and more of his pants become wet as pee runs down them. Once it stops, Nathan walks off like nothing happened.

Just a short story I whipped up because I really like realistic hypnosis but also wish it worked a little bit more like magic. also I'm a huge fan of stories where control is slowly taken away from the subject. no actual omo content right now, but I may continue this story if people like it and want to see what happens next. ------------------------------------------- “Are you comfortable? Good. I need you to lie back and start to relax. You wanted to be hypnotized, right? Well there’s a few things you should know about hypnosis before we begin. First, it’s not magic. I don’t count back from 10 and make you fall asleep, then tell you to act like a chicken while you blindly obey. You won’t really be asleep at all, just relaxing. Like you are now.” Hayden wasn’t a skilled hypnotist by any means. But he had some experience with trancing and had listened to enough hypnosis files that he could attempt to imitate the style. It shouldn’t have been very successful. Joleen had never been hypnotized before. Under ordinary circumstances he would have had a hard time getting her into any kind of trance like state, but he had his special helper with him. Some hypnotists liked to use focus tools, like spirals or metronoes, or pendulums or anything that had a slow, repetitive movement to it. Hayden held in his hand a special coin. About the size of a quarter, it was said to have an enchantment on it, and he knew from experience that it was real. With this coin, he was able to easily put anyone he wanted into a deep hypnotic trance. It wasn’t all-powerful, as he’d learned of some of the coins limitations in his test trials, but it was good enough that he could slowly manipulate people into doing nearly anything he wanted. In order to do so, he did need to at least go through the motions, so to speak. He needed to say some words, it didn’t really matter what, as long as they were words that were meant to guide people down into trance. And with no regard for that person’s individual will or their rapport with Hayden, two things vital in actual trance, he could bring them down. He continued, “That’s right. Continue to relax. I want to relax all of the muscles in your body.” This was a sort of induction he’d heard used many times. He began at the head and started naming body parts one by one, tell Joleen to relax all the way down to her toes, then working back up he let her imagine being washed over by a gentle wave, like a tub of warm water filling up around her body until it nearly covered her head. Just before it reached her head he instructed, “Now I want you to relax one more thing for me, before you’re completely engulfed. I want you to relax… your mind. That’s right, let all your thoughts be washed away. The water filling up over your head, but you don’t need to worry about drowning. Just breathe deeply enough and you’ll be perfectly fine. Let you’re breathing come nice and slow as your thoughts drain away and all that’s left is your subconscious mind, floating in a sea of nothingness. “Now that we’re here, here in this deep state. I want you to imagine going even deeper with me now. So deep, to a place where your mind no longer questions, no longer thinks for itself. A place where there is only the sound of my voice. That’s right, listen to my voice and forget all that has been troubling you. All your daily struggles aren’t important here. Just my voice. Without question you will listen, and you’re just so relaxed. You’re so relaxed that when you hear a suggestion, rather than get worked up over trying to figure out what it means, or trying to decide whether or not it’s something you want to do, you just listen, and you do it. “That’s right, you listen, and you obey. Obey my words because it feels right. Because it’s so easy, so simple to obey. Forget coming here to my home today. Forget all the things you were complaining to me about. Forget even that I suggested putting you into hypnotic trance, to help you forget. You don’t remember where you are. You don’t even remember who you are. Put those memories aside and just listen to my words. You are Joleen. You are a girl who has trouble remembering things. Even simple things like… when you need to go to the bathroom. “That’s right, it can be hard to remember things. Remembering memories can be tricky, but remembering feelings can be even trickier. Uncomfortable feelings, like when your bladder is full. A tightness, just a little painful, when you start the feel the need to pee. The next time you start to feel it you won’t immediately recognize what it is. Your brain will start to think of other things and you’ll just let that pressure build unnoticed. You’ll let it build right up until the point when it’s almost too late, sometimes. And you’ll find yourself rushing to the bathroom suddenly, only just barely making it because that feeling crept up on you. So suddenly, like a thief in the night, you won’t catch it until it’s upon you. “This will continue, and as you’ll find yourself less and less able to hold onto your bladder when it’s full. That’s right, when your bladder starts to fill up, even a little bit, you’re going to want to release it immediately. As part of not remembering, that fullness, that feeling of your bladder being full or filling up, it will be strange and foreign to you. You’re going to want to be rid of that feeling as soon as possible. And so it will be that before you even realize it, you’ll be letting go and your bladder will start to empty. It will be embarrassing, but far better than just letting that strange pressure build, that’s for certain. “Because of this, you’ll be dashing to the bathroom often. You sometimes won’t make it in time, and that’s going to make you very embarrassed. You won’t feel like a big girl when you have an accident, and you’ll need to be comforted by someone you look up to. Someone like me. That’s right, you’ll confide all your bathroom related worries in me. You’ll ask me to help, and I’ll gladly help you along your journey. Just keep relaxing now, you may even start to feel the pressure on your bladder building at this very moment, that’s good. Remember to forget what you would normally do with that feeling, and just let it build until it becomes uncomfortable. And then because it’s uncomfortable remember to make that feeling go away as soon as possible by just relaxing, and letting it all out as soon as you can. I’m going to let you wake up now, and you’ll have no memories of any of this session. When I count upward from 0, you’ll be wide awake, and all my instructions will stay with you in your subconscious mind, but you won’t remember any of my words. Ready? 0… 1… 2… That’s right slightly more awake. 3… 4… 5… Eyes opening. 6.. 7… 8.. 9… feel free to sit up and stretch that sleepy feeling away from yourself. "10. Wide awake now, Joleen. You’re right. Hypnosis is probably dumb and doesn’t work.” “Oh c’mon. I wanna see if you can hypnotize me. I bet you can’t,” Joleen said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Was I lying down just now? That’s weird I feel all lightheaded. Maybe I should get going, it’s pretty late and I’m starting to feel super tired.” “Yeah you’re probably right. I’ll let you get outa here, have a good night.” “Thanks for listening to my problems, maybe you can try your hypnosis thing some other time, you’ve got me all curious about it now.” “Yeah, yeah, next time for sure.” -------------------------------------------------------- Let me know if you want to find out what happens to Joleen and how Hayden will "improve" her life next. Maybe a slow trend toward full on incontinence? Diapers could be involved? I'm thinking of ideas, let me know what you think if you want to read more.