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

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

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.

(Okay! Hi! I'm back here with another adventure of Aqua! Just know Aqua has a staff that magically causes the bladder of the person who touches the crystal to fill up to maximum. Aqua appears to be into Omorashi! So that's also a fun detail. This takes place in my mixed up medieval-modern universe. Let's get into it!!!) Aqua stepped through the double doors at the end of the dungeon. There. In a display case. There was a a little sticker pack. "Invisi-Stickers!!!!!" The Invisi-Stickers could be stuck to ANY staff and the magic would be hidden. Definitely illegal in most cases. Just people didn't know what they were. If Aqua could fill someone's bladder up to Maximum in an instant it could be obvious. She had a plan. But first she had to make it home. Aqua had to pee a little bit. She decided she was going to hold as long as she could...she didn't make it far. At the entrance of the dungeon she lost it. She leaned into the corner and peed herself. Her white panties with the blue moons growing into a dark grey. Aqua moaned. Her smaller body shaking with pleasure. "It never gets old...!" Aqua rushed home to strip herself. She was totally naked in her laundry room. Her cleaning machine beeped at her. "Are you wet? We bet! Throw your outfit in and we'll clean it like we mean it!!!" Aqua loved hearing that line. It kind of validated her naughtiness. At least something helped her out when she ended up having an accident. After her clothes were washed. Her plan started. She tapped, hit, and scratched at the crystal. Being sure not to fully break it. She tried to get a piece of it broken off. She could plant it somewhere! Of course this came with the filling of her bladder. Aqua had to go bad, her bladder being weak just released itself. She was peeing on the floor. She laughed and ran to her bedroom. She put some panties on. She jumped on her bed and continued trying to get the piece of the crystal. She obviously started peeing. She moaned, but she kept a level mind. Well... tried. The more she peed...the more she wanted to touch herself. So she did. Eventually she managed to get a small piece of it off. Her bed was.... Soaked. Completely. She peed so much that it ran off her bed. There were two big puddles on either side of her bed. She was sitting in a puddle that went up to her thighs. She took a quick shower and through on black panties and some grey yoga pants. Uncomfortable pants. Her shirt was a red shirt with a heart on it. She was having a blast with the staff. Aqua had a sister who lived nearby to her. Her name was Pura. Pura was only 20, but she was a genius. She had a pretty pair of black glasses. She had her pajamas on when Aqua knocked on her door. "Oh..? Aqua? I haven't seen you in a while... Are you okay??" "I'm fine! Sorry I've been so distant... I've been busy raiding dungeons! How have you been?" "Come inside! We can talk there. It's safer!" Aqua runs inside. She really wanted to see her sister pee herself. She knew it was wrong, but she just wanted to see it. She's only used the staff on herself at this point. She thought about using it on her sister before, but she never did. Now was her chance. Pura had a pair of pink pajamas on. The shirt and pants matched very well. Wet... They'd be even better!!!! Aqua resisted just touching her sister immediately with the staff. She actually had a plan. "Hey, sis... Could I sleep here tonight? It'd be nice to spend some time here with you." Pura was a little caught off guard by the random question. "Of course! That would be fun. Just like when we were younger!" Aqua smirks. She had a naughty plan. The two girls hung out for an hour after Aqua first got there. Aqua changed into a thin pair of leggings. She also wore a loose white shirt. She still wore her black panties. After Pura fell asleep. Aqua grabbed her little crystal with her shirt. She didn't want to pee herself. Well she did, but then it would be too obvious. Pura was fast asleep. Aqua dropped the crystal into Pura's bed. It wasn't touching her. "Shoot..." Aqua had to move the crystal closer, but not for too long. Aqua grabbed the crystal with her bare hand. She touched Pura's side with it. Aqua had to slam her thighs shut. She rushed off to the bathroom quietly. "Ohhhh... Oh no... no no no no no....!" Her weak bladder decided to go against her. Aqua started uncontrollably wetting her black panties and white pants. Her pants went see through. So did the socks. Aqua tried stifling a moan, but it didn't work. "Oh... Oh yes... Ahhhh....." After Aqua finished peeing herself.... She went back to Pura's room. Pura slowly woke up and felt that she had to go really bad. Her blue panties were a little wet. "What... What the heck...?! Why do I....?" Pura felt her bladder spasm as more shot out of her. "Oh, what the heck!!!?" Pura tried hopping out of bed, but she was already fully peeing in her bed. "Did I just... Wet my bed????!!!" Aqua entered the room. "I uh... I peed my pants...." Aqua blushed. She noticed Pura's bed was totally soaked. "Oh no... You uh..." "I... Haven't done that... In so long...!" "Uhhhh.. I mean at least you're relieved...?" Aqua laughed. She had infectious laughter. Pura giggled a bit. "Wow... I really peed my bed. You peed your pants?? I know you used to do that a lot when you were younger... You still do it?" "Uhhh yeah sometimes..." Aqua smiled. She wanted to do more. She wanted to cause more accidents!

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.

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!

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

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.

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