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  1. Jimmy Olsen

    female Dueling Bowels

    Here’s a fun little story I wrote quickly after @Alex Oxford gave me the idea. Scarlett and Ellie had a lot in common. They’d shared a womb, to begin with. They weren’t identical twins, but they both inherited their mother’s good looks. In fact, they inherited almost all of their mother’s features, to the point that both their senior pictures looked exactly like their mother’s senior picture at first glance. Scarlett was a platinum blonde, while Ellie was a strawberry blonde. Scarlett measured three inches taller, but Ellie had her beat in certain other measurements. They were both athletic, both competitive, and both could get rather ornery toward each other at times. They were both outgoing and loved attention, especially if it came from a certain boy. Fate seemed to smile on Ellie one day at a local restaurant. The sisters had sat down but hadn’t ordered yet. When Ellie returned to her seat after a brief trip to the restroom, she heard a familiar voice. “Hi!” said Channing. “Ka-thump! Ka-thump! Ka-thump!” said Ellie’s heart. She’d been admiring him for a long time, but they barely knew each other, and their last meaningful interaction was back in the first quarter of the school year. She was a little surprised he even remembered her. It was a very pleasant surprise, though. “Hi, Channing!” she said once she got her nerves in order. “What brings you here?” “Eating. Same as you.” She laughed girlishly at his quip even though she wanted to smack herself in the head for asking such a stupid question. “I wanted to congratulate you.” “Thanks,” Ellie beamed. Her heart sank when she realized what he meant. “You’re thinking of Scarlett, aren’t you?” Ellie then said in a much less pleasant tone. “But you’re Scarlett…aren’t you?” Channing said with a nervous laugh. “Hang on,” Ellie said with barely concealed resentment. She walked to the booth where her sister was sitting. “You’re wanted at the next table, Scarlett.” In a moment the 3 teenagers were chatting. “I’m Scarlett Bengtassen, winner of the Elmwood High School 5K Run!” she said as she showed Channing a photo on her phone of her holding the trophy. “He knows that already,” Ellie cynically remarked. “That’s how this all started.” “This is my sister, Ellie.” “Hi,” Ellie said with an almost painful lack of enthusiasm. “I’m the Bengtassen sister who didn’t win a trophy.” “Well, there’s always more chances,” he said politely. “Heck, you could win a trophy tonight,” he said as he pointed to the wall. Sure enough, the restaurant had a big trophy sitting behind clear plastic, waiting for a winner’s name to be inscribed on it. There was also a gold-colored frame waiting for a winner’s portrait to be put inside it. A garish series of banners and posters on the wall advertised the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. Anyone who could finish this monstrous foodthing in one sitting would win the trophy and have their picture on the wall. “Maybe I will,” Ellie said. She went back to the booth because she was becoming a third wheel in Channing and Scarlett’s conversation. After a little thought she dove headlong into this endeavor. Soon she was talking to a cook about the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. He doubted a slender 18 year old girl was up to the challenge, no matter how perkily enthusiastic she was. “It’s three footlongs, you know.” “Yeah, I read what it said on the wall.” “That’s 36 inches.” “Yeah, I passed fourth grade math.” “It’s covered with spicy beef and 3-bean chili, pepper jack cheese, and green onions.” “I know all that. Will you guys serve this to me or not?” “The challenge isn’t just eating it all. It’s staying in your seat ’til you finish the last bite. Before long it’s gonna wanna come back out…one end or the other.” “That’s disgusting.” “It is disgusting. I don’t think you wanna try it, little lady.” “Just shut up and let me gorge myself for a trophy!” Ellie finally exploded. “You’re feisty. Maybe you’ve got a chance.” When Scarlett finished chatting with Channing and returned to the booth she saw her sister eating her way through something gargantuan and grotesque.” “Are you taking the Chili Cheese Whatever Challenge?” Scarlett asked, rolling her eyes. “What’s it look like?” Ellie answered, rolling her eyes right back. “He was joking, you know. You don’t really expect a guy like Channing to be impressed by a girl who can eat a chili dog, do you?” Ellie slowly chewed and swallowed as she thought of a good comeback. “Who knows? I hear you got pretty popular with the boys for putting wieners in your mouth.” “Oh, you…!” Scarlett sputtered. “I hope you puke your pants! I mean, I hope you…Hi, Channing!” “Are you actually trying for the trophy?” asked Channing, who had practically snuck up on the sisters. Ellie nodded a reply because her mouth was full. “That’s cool! Mind if I sit here?” “We’d be delighted,” Scarlett said through gritted teeth. “Wow, you’re really moving fast,” Channing remarked. Ellie smiled as she swallowed the last remains of the first dog. “Have you done anything like this before?” “You mean putting wieners in her mouth?” Scarlett asked. “I hear she does it a lot.” “Hey! You can’t use my joke!” Ellie yelled, accidentally spitting out a bean that narrowly missed hitting her crush. She blushed but Channing didn’t seem to mind. “To answer your question, I did win a blue ribbon in a pie-eating contest at the county fair. Of course, I was only 14.” “I think it was the last prize she ever won,” her sister remarked. “What do you think?” Channing asked Scarlett. “Does your sis have what it takes to defeat 3 chili dogs?” “I think someone else will beat her to it,” Scarlett said with a sly smile. “After much consideration I’ve decided to go ahead with the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge.” “I don’t know,” Channing chuckled. “Ellie’s already got one dog under her belt and she’s tearing into the next.” “I’ll catch up,” Scarlett boasted. “I’m starving. You have no idea how fast I can eat when my stomach’s growling.” “You don’t look like you could eat that much,” he said as he playfully poked Scarlett’s trim tummy, much to the anger of Ellie. “True, I have to starve myself sometimes to stay this slender, but it just makes me all the more ravenous on those rare occasions when I decide to binge.” “You have to finish bragging and start eating if you’re going to win,” Ellie cut in. “I’ll be done eating before you’re done talking about how great you look.” Channing laughed and made the noise a cat makes when it attacks another cat because that was much like what was happening between the two sisters. He fell silent when he heard another noise. This one came from deep within the entrails of Ellie and it seemed to be telling her she should stop eating. “I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to beat the challenge after you throw up,” Scarlett quipped as she got up from the booth. Little did she know the noise had some from her sister’s lower intestine rather than her stomach. Scarlett hit the bathroom and then officially entered the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. The first bite was so spicy she wanted to give the whole thing up, but she didn’t let the pain show on her face. Her fiery passion for Channing and her fiery jealousy toward Ellie gave her the power to withstand the fiery taste of the chili. True to her boasting, she was eating fast. Ellie slowed to a stop midway through the second dog. It looked like the newcomer had a chance. The spices sent Scarlett’s digestion into overdrive, however. She had to take several breaks just to get a grip on the pain in her innards. An hour into the challenge both girls were progressing slowly. Channing had long since finished his meal and was watching them with rapt attention. They’d attracted a small crowd, mostly of acquaintances their own age. In a town this small familiar faces were never far away. Both Scarlett and Ellie ended up with a couple friends cheering them on. This had both positive and negative results. While both sisters were energized by knowing their friends wanted them to succeed, they were also embarrassed knowing their friends could see their obvious bodily discomfort and hear the ever-loudening gurgles of their digestive systems. Both girls were halfway through the final dog when a loud blast of gas filled the air. Scarlett stopped eating, turned bright red, and timidly uttered the words “Excuse me.” “I didn’t know you played the tuba,” Ellie said, provoking much laughter from the audience. “You don’t have to excuse yourself,” Channing said. “You’re taking the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. You have permission to be gross.” “You say such sweet things,” Scarlett gushed. Ellie couldn’t believe it. She’d put so much effort into passing gas silently, but now her sister was getting rewarded with this wonderful guy’s attention for doing the opposite. She did the next thing that came to mind, but didn’t consider the consequences. Ellie tilted her shapely bottom to the side until one cheek was freed from the plastic seat. “If we have permission to be gross then you won’t mind this.” She let it rip. It wasn’t as noisy as her sister’s production, but it was more than enough to get everyone’s attention. “Copycat,” Scarlett spat. Ellie was in no position to talk back. No one else knew, but she’d just make the inside of her panties warm and soggy. She had to adjust herself in the seat and tighten up some muscles to prevent more from coming out. She also had to recover from the surprise and stress of the near-accident. After a few deep breaths she was feeling much better. To her horror she saw Scarlett put the last hunk of chili dog in her mouth. “She’s finished!” someone yelled. “No, half the chili fell out. She’s gotta eat that too.” “I do,” Scarlett admitted. There was a lot left on her plate, and she wasn’t looking forward to eating it. Ellie still had a chance. She grabbed the remaining half of her dog and shoved all she could into her mouth. “Ow!” Scarlett yelled. “You just ate a big chunk of pepper,” Channing said. “I know!” she snapped right before she chugged half a glass of soda to put out the fire. Ellie chewed vigorously. For a second she thought she was choking, but somehow she forced the whole mess down her gullet. She proudly looked at her plate, which she’d already cleaned of all the topping that fell off. With another bite this size she’d be done. Scarlett was still making miserable noises. Everything hurt, from her scalded tongue all the way down to her clenched sphincter. “I hate to say this, but…” she stopped as she closed her eyes and clutched her belly. “I really hate to say this, but I have to go to the bathroom.” “If you leave your seat you lose the challenge,” Ellie said in a sing-song voice. “Then I lose,” said the disheartened Scarlett. “Too bad,” said the cheerful Ellie as she wrapped her mouth around the last hunk of her meal. Scarlett started to stand up, but stopped when she noticed her pants were falling down. She forgot she unbuckled her belt and unzipped her fly to let her waist expand. Now she quickly pulled the jeans up and put everything back into place. “Magenta! Nice!” commented a boy who’d seen the top of her panties. “Brapple ka-borf!” said Scarlett’s rear end. Everybody laughed. Scarlett gasped, then looked overjoyed. “I feel a lot better!” She sat back down. “I think I can do this!” Ellie was having a hard time with that last mouthful. The laughter made her start to choke. She tried to get the situation sorted with the food ball, her esophagus, and her trachea. In the end she had to spit most of it out. Channing grimaced in disgust and she blushed in embarrassment. In those few moments she had so much going on that she ignored her bottom. Suddenly she realized her cheeks weren’t as close together as they were a moment ago, and her panties were wetter and stickier than they were a moment ago. She clenched, but she was delaying the accident instead of preventing it. “Now I have to go,” Ellie abruptly said as she rose from her seat. Her friends said things like “Sit back down!” and “You can do it!” Across the table Scarlett was still working on the heap of chili, so it looked to them like Ellie had a chance. They didn’t know what was going on in her panties, however. “I really have to go!” she said emphatically, and slid out of the booth. As soon as she was on her feet she was back off them. She fell on her hands and knees, then rearranged herself so her cheeks were together, she was sitting on her shoe, and both her hands were on her sputtering and stinging abdomen. Channing shot out of his seat and knelt next to her. “Are you all right?” “I’ll be okay. I just need to get to the bathroom.” When she thought she had control, she took Channing’s hand and stood up. She immediately bent forward, clutching her gurgling guts once again. Her cheeks parted and her rear end opened wide. “Frappity-frop splort!” it said as it turned the seat of her Capris into a lumpy brown eyesore. She blushed furiously and felt the urge to cry. Her hands moved from her midsection to her face. She struggled to hold back her tears as she utterly failed to hold back her feces. Her long-suppressed colon churned out wave after wave of putrid semisolid waste with a multitude of loud and wet sounds. “You poor thing,” Channing said. He hugged her despite the stench. She recovered her composure enough to thank him. Then he gave her his jacket to tie around her waist to hide her waste. “I’m finished!” Scarlett announced triumphantly. There was applause from the people who’d gathered around, but Channing hardly noticed. “Congratulations, sis,” Ellie said. “I’ll be leaving now. Channing’s car has vinyl upholstery so he can give me a ride home without ruining anything. I’ll see you later.” Scarlett looked happy in the picture on the restaurant wall, but at the moment it was taken she was secretly regretful. For once in her life she wished she’d lost a contest.
  2. Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look like? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^
  3. Welcome, one and all, to Faust's Interactive Stories 4! Faust apologizes for 3 falling by the wayside easily, but Faust hopes that the fourth time is the proverbial charm. As stated in the fateful occurrences, this interactive is about exploring Faust-verses, and characters in varying degrees of decency. Faust will not keep you waiting much longer, for it's soon to be voting time! Read below, and prepare for our journey! ====================================================================================================================================== Story Setting: Another Note: A setting based around a mostly scholastic environment! Expect long classes, crowded bathrooms, and limited privacy, outside of certain areas. Good place to meet new people. Holiday Fun: A Setting based on a given Holiday, [usually the one the story is written closest to], and with a small group of people, specified by the audience at times. Beach Adventures: A setting based around a lovely beach, with Sun, Sand, and ocean for what looks like miles! May also involve a long car ride, but be warned: There are no bathrooms on the beach. Town Adventures: A setting based around a day off from scholastic journeys, to do things around the town. Play cards, Go bowling, watch movies... The Sky's the proverbial Limit! Private Bedroom: A setting where you forgo the usual wiles and joys of adventuring, and just settle down to make love to your selected girl. [Some Characters Restricted]. Wind-Down Ko-Fi Requests: Not really a Setting, but a series of tiny, little stories, set in the semblance of Caught Shorts, from his commission thread. Little, incredibly short stories, of a playmate or figure, on the absolute breaking point of their control. As for what they lose, or what they use... That's up to the comment-er! [Note: Does Not Require actually buying a Ko-Fi for Faust. Faust just is experimenting with it, before offering it as a feature on his own Ko-Fi Here . ] Meant as an easy-going setup, for if Faust's situation or workload becomes a bit strained. If it goes well, Faust may offer it as an actual reward on his Ko-Fi, and or create a separate thread for Ko-Fi submissions. ========================================================================================================================================== Character Select: Faustus Necromonium: [Male] [The Familiar Figure of Faust's stories, that has a generally friendly rapport with many people. A healthy appreciation for lewdity, and connections to the Goddess of Lust Saril may lend themselves to some naughty incidents.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] [Yu-know who this one is too! A curvy, friendly pinkette with a cutesy manner of speech, but with a bit of a distressing past. More than just good friends with Faustus, but with a woeful inexperience in shameful accidents, she tries her best to impress] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] [A girl with long, Forest green hair, and a bit of a stern, killjoy attitude... What this modestly endowed girl lacks in friendly flexibility, she makes up for with a cold, stern demeanor... And a talent for holding her liquids. Eoria Karakuri: [Female] [A silver-haired scientist with an insatiable appetite for sciences, that gets her in more than just a little trouble... With her tinkle, and other urges Saiga Giriko: [Female] A red haired scientist, who has to constantly reign in Eoria's more rowdy and raunchy plots... While also being someone not interested in wetting herself. [And more to be unlocked!] ======================================================================================================================================== [Modifiers!] [Forgoing the usual setup of Ratings, a new addition to the stories are Modifiers. These will affect the way things unfold in the story, in various ways. Some minor, some...] Normal Day: Nothing seems too out of the ordinary. May make it easier to find new people. Windy Day: The breeze is more than a little Stiff, and it has a mind of it's own! [Constantly blows things out of people's hands... Or certain garments up] Rainy Day: A ceaseless rainstorm goes over the town, making outside activities less pleasant....While the frequent, unending noises of water agitate piddle urges Hot Day: A day where the sun is working overtime, and it shows. Prompts more frequent Drinks, and copious sweating. Taco and Lemonade Day: A day where the school has it's famous Tacos on special... And The bathrooms are horribly crowded. [LOCKED!] [More to be unlocked] =============================================================================================================================== Items: {Currently Closed) ====================================================================================================================================== [TL; DR Version] Pick a character, Pick a setting, and up to 1 modifier. Majority votes will rule......But, while Faust is waiting on votes to come in, [And in Lulls between stories], Faust will set up Wind Down Ko-Fi Requests. ========================================================================================================================================= [Index of Tales] None so far! ====================================================================================================================================== [Wind-Down Ko-Fi Requests] Contrary to the Title, one does not have to buy Faust a Ko-Fi to participate. These are little, incredibly short requests that Faust will do, of a character at the limits of their control. Format is as follows: Character: [Who is being caught short] Urge: [Which Urge is overwhelming this individual?] Attire: [What kind of outfit is in danger? Undergarments, protective garments, etc. ] Extra: [Any additional Details] Rules: 1. Any entry in the format not filled out will be provided by the Author's own intentions. Faust may or may not make an accurate bit out of it. 2. One Request, per comment-er, per Wind down Session. This is to keep Faust from being overwhelmed. 3. No Shaming Other people's Requests. 4. All Characters will be written as they are of legal age. 5. A Ko-Fi Donation is not required, but is appreciated. Faust mostly does this as short little fun bits, to keep his writing momentum. [Example of a Caught Short/What you can expect from a request]
  4. Read First I'm really sorry if this against the rules, but I went ahead and created a new topic with tags. I didn't want to write anything that would be offensive to people who weren't into certain kinks and such. I'll continue to write this for a bit since it's been a pretty fun to practice writing. If any moderators come across this, Please just delete the original topic by the same name! Also added a doodle of Miyuki, not great but thought it would be nice to kinda show what I think, since my writing isn't the best. Chapter 1 On a quiet Friday night a tired diligent artist works on a new idea for a short romantic comedy 4-koma. She finishes typing up her script before saving, and putting her computer to sleep. Miyuki Izumi, had been working all day typing up her disappointingly short script. Even spending sometime at work, spaced out, day dreaming about the idea. She wasn't normally a bad employee, but her mind usually always revolved around her artwork, and nothing else. At 21 years of age, Miyuki held a decent salaryman job, as an office worker. She wasn't particularly skilled in much, beyond her drawing skills so often times she had to give it her 100% at her workplace in order to do her job correctly Drawing was something that plagued Miyuki she was quite an artist, but often doubted her own work. Often choosing to lie in bed scrolling through other artists work. She had serious issues with self esteem, and self confidence. She was a very short girl, along with her undesirable breast size and was also quite plain in terms of her fashion, Usually wearing longer skirts with a long sleeve sweater, or sweatpants and a t-shirt if she was home in her apartment. Even down to her large glasses she wore because of her bad eyesight. But despite these sometimes helpless feelings of despair she fought on because she loved to draw. "oh my, it's 2:am... I've got to get some sleep." She plops down onto her bed, removing her glasses and placing them on her night stand. Lifting the covers over herself, and grabs her favorite body pillow that she often slept with. Miyuki loved Magical Girl Poya Poya. It was an older magical girl show that she loved as a child, and secretly fell in love with. Hugging her pillow tightly she drifted off to slumber with a tiny smile. Miyuki jolted awake, followed by heavy breathing. Her back was cold and wet from sweat, as well as her sheets that were quite damp. She had woken from a nightmare that she had relived many times before. It was a large factor of her issues with self confidence and self esteem. She was once taken advantage of by a upper class-man in high school. The thoughts made her shiver in fear, thankfully she was saved by some nameless group of girls that caught the boy, in the girls bathroom before things could have become much worse. She became terrified of men, and often took measures not to interact with them. In that moment she was betrayed by someone who was her friend, they even shared laughs, He robbed her of her innocence, and it affected her greatly. That was five years ago. In that time, she had time to think and adapt, her parents sought out therapists. In the beginning it was rough, but eventually she was able to talk about it. She was not fixed but it did helped her move on. She still had nightmares about it. This was something that became a common occurance for Miyuki. Waking up in sweat was a more preferable occurrence, it didn't happen often but the worst case scenario she would have woken up in puddle of urine. It hadn't happened in a long time, but she took precautions nonetheless. She kept a plastic sheet over her mattress, to avoid soiling it. As well as regular bathroom use right before bed. Shivering she finally crawled out of bed and changed her clothes, putting on a pair of thick sweat pants and and a sweater she turned on her tv. Watching anime was an escape from her stress, She often left dvds in her dvd player for this purpose. After about an hour of watching anime, her stomach made and audible noise. "Ah, breakfast... "I'm gonna have to go out..." Feeling guilty of being lazy, she went ahead and took a shower, before putting on a sweater and skirt. Miyuki had fairly long black hair that went down to her back, though she often liked to keep it in a single large braid. After getting ready she grabbed her bag, and headed out. Usually she would keep some things likes eggs, bacon, and other foodstuffs, but she was so excited to get home and write some of her script yesterday, she forgot to go shopping. She locked her door, walking down the stairs to her apartment. "whoah... It's really cold out, I wish I had brought a coat." she says under her breath, rubbing her hands together. Soon her destination came into sight. It was a family restaurant that served a mixture of Japanese food, as well as more Western dishes. Walking through the door, a chime rings. She waits at the door patiently. It's not long before a older lanky man in his late 30s, comes to greet her. "Good morning Izumi-san, it's been what a year, since I've last seen you here!" Miyuki, had come to this restaurant many times before, she liked the atmosphere, the place wasn't always crowded, and she was a regular and the manger became used to her usual request. "y-yes sir, I've been busy with work and such..." Miyuki spoke a bit tense. "I'm glad to hear your working hard! So the table in the back corner?" She nodded. He grabbed a menu and some silverware, and led her to the table, she usually sat toward the wall so she could look out the window, and to minimize potential eye contact with others. "A waitress will be out soon to serve you." The manager, said after setting up the table. Miyuki thanked him as he returned to the front of the store. Looking into her bag she noticed she forgot something "n-no way." She had forgotten her phone on her computer desk. she sighed and pulled out a small sketch book and some pencils. Miyuki didn't like the attention of drawing in public, but today the restaurant was nearly empty so she seemed more open to the idea. about 5 minutes had passed before she was surprised when she heard a woman greet her quite loudly. Slightly in shock, the woman bent over placing a hand on Miyuki's shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" I-I'm okay! Miyuki awkwardly yelped. She was in disbelief of the pure femininity of this woman. She had long blond hair that went down to her waist, large blue eyes as well as make-up in all the right places. Not to mention her much more desirable figure. The lady took notice in Miyuki's dumbfounded stare. She giggled "My name is Katou-san and I'll be your waitress this morning." Miyuki finally coming to her senses. "Hi I-I'm Izumi-san n-nice to meet you!" She awkwardly replied. Katou-san Laughed again. "I don't need to know your name silly, but I appreciate your manners!" She sat embarrassed "s-sorry." "Aw your so sweet." Lifting up her clipboard, "What can I get for you?" Miyuki Replied, "Um, an orange juice, w-with pulp, a-and the hamburg steak breakfast." Writing this down Katou-san held a beaming smile,"oho, that's a cute choice!" "Alright, let me take this to the back hun, and I'll be back with your OJ!" As Katou-san left, Miyuki sat completely beat red embarrassed. Being doted on did not come naturally to her. She had felt absolutely dumb, for that greeting earlier. She thought about it hard, and something began to seem off. The waitress had a weird speech tone, she kept dropping english esque words, Miyuki wasn't all to sharp on her english but she understood popular words. Of course her blond hair, and blue eyes, also gave it away, She must not have been born in Japan, but maybe been here long enough to pick up the language? Soon the Blonde girl came back with her orange juice. "Here you go sweetie." Dropping a straw on the table, she returned to the back, with a little wave. Miyuki wondered if it would have been rude to ask about where she came from. She had never really talked to a foreigner before, but she heard some rumors about them. She began to doodle, as she sipped her orange juice. Her doodling turned to sketching, as she was interested in the strange waitress. upon a few quick sketches of the waitress, she began to feel a bit embarrassed so she quickly drew some other simple characters along side her to try to diminish the characters presence. No matter how you looked at it the drawing, it was definitely of Katou-san. Katou-san came back to check up on the small Japanese girl. "Need anything? Looks like your running low on OJ, want me to refill it for you?" Miyuki replied "Y-yes please!" She smiled reaching over the table to grab the glass. "Um... K-Katou-san... a-are you not from here?" Miyuki stuttered out. There was a bit of silence before Katou-san smiled and laughed. "You little detective.... nope, I'm not from here but I've been here for awhile, what gave it away? Was it my Japanese? Miyuki staring at the blonde beauty, with blue eyes. "N-no... just a hunch." She laughed again, "I'm kiddding! Seriously though hows my Japanese? it's not to obvious? I've thought it was okay since people around me never pointed it out." Miyuki trying to be tactful "It's.... not bad, but some of the words you say I don't really understand. Y-your accent doesn't help... b-but it's not like it's bad... but y-you do have a nice voice! Aw you think so? You're so kind! Thanks- OH I'm supposed to be getting your orange juice! I'll be right back!" The waitress returned quickly retreating to the kitchen, leaving Miyuki to her thoughts. "wow, she's really pretty, ah, I forgot to ask where she's from..." Katou-san returned, this time with a sizzling hot plate as well as another plate with her eggs and bacon all balanced on one arm, and in the other hand Miyuki's orange juice. "I'm back Izumi-san! Hearing her own name was a bit embarrassing. Setting the drink down, freeing up her arm, she skillfully maneuvered the plates off of it and on to the table. "Can I get you anything else?" Miyuki Replied "N-no, thank you." Katou-san smiled once again before leaving out of her sight. She doubled back before leaving "Oh yeah if it's not to weird, could I see what you were drawing?" Katou-san grinned. Miyuki nearly felt obligated as if she was being hypnotized by her beauty, before remembering what she had drawn, but it was too late, as she had already handed the waitress her book. Katou-san looked as she made her amazement, quite audible. She even took a seat across from Miyuki, who looked embarrassed as well as surprised. "Oh I hate this booth it's always to tight on this side, as she squeezed in, her large bosom nearly coming to rest on the table. "Oh is this one supposed to be me!?" She pointed showing the beat red Izumi. "Uh-uh... N-NO it's just a coincidence!" Miyuki panicked! Katou-san wasn't buying it as she grinned quite smugly. I don't know Izumi-san I think you really got my uniform nailed down pretty well! She spoke teasingly. Miyuki lost for words, looked as if she could cry at any moment. Katou-san laughed. "Aw it's okay! I love it, you draw really well! These other characters look really cute too!" Miyuki tried to hide her embarrassment "th-thank you..." Just as she thought the teasing was over, Katou-san made a comment with a seriously concerned expression. "Though I think my breasts are much bigger than what you've got drawn here Izumi-san!" Miyuki again lost for words not knowing how to respond, she just hid her embarrassment, I-I th-though it would have b-been rude... she quietly said. "I'm kidding! Please it's okay don't worry the place is empty, I'm just a big teaser! Oh I'm so sorry I should be letting you eat! Let me get out of here! Miyuki quickly responded. "Y-you don't have to go!" blushing. Katou-san was surprised, but she took her offer. "O-oh well I guess I'll stay then" She smiled with a light blush. Miyuki awkwardly began to cut into her food. "u-um is it okay if I ask where you're from Katou-san?"Katou-san breaking away from admiring her sketch. Finally responds. "I was born in the US." Miyuki swallowing. "Oh really! That's so cool, I'd like to visit there someday... "Yes it's a very nice country despite what people say." Katou-san seemed a bit pained. "If you dont mind me asking, why did you come to Japan?" Miyuki inquired. Katou-san seemed conflicted and a bit reserved. "I-I don't mind you asking, but maybe another time, it's a complicated topic." "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry..." Miyuki apologized. She seemed guilty about changing the mood, Katou-san seemed like a cheerful person and didn't like to hover on moody topics. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Miyuki deep in her thoughts, spoke a very out of character line. " K-katou-san I-if you ever need someone to talk to... Or.." Katou-san cut her off. "I don't really need anyone to talk too... But I could use a friend, I don't have too many of those. So maybe some time we could talk over coffee or something?" She seemed a bit happy that Miyuki had offered. Miyuki perked up, "y-yeah that sounds nice!" Just then the door chimed as a larger group of people came in." Katou-san got out of the tiny booth, peeved. "ah geez, looks like I can't talk anymore. Let me go grab your check before it gets real busy. Katou-san ran off to the back once again. about 10 minutes later. Katou-san had come back with the check, "Well it looks like it's about to get busy here...". handing Miyuki the check. "If you go up to the front He'll check you out." Miyuki nodded. There was a bit of hesitation, in Katou-san's voice, "Hey well I'm not going to be able to stick around, but I still wanna have that coffee!... so let me give you my number!" Strangely enough she pulls out an older flip phone. Miyuki got excited before she realized she had forgotten her phone. "Uh... I'm sorry but I left my phone at home..." Katou-san put her phone away and reached into her pocket, and pulled out a sharpie pen. "Hope you don't mind she smiled, leaning over the table, her larger but soft hands held onto Miyuki's as the pen tickled her palm. Katou-san was close, as Miyuki couldn't help but notice again, how pretty she really was. "There! Okay well I really gotta go, but you better call me, okay! Miyuki awkwardly replied "y-yes ma'am!" Katou-san giggled as she went over to take the other customers orders. Miyuki, for the first time in a long time, made a friend. Chapter 2 Miyuki had paid and left the restaurant as she began walking back to her apartment. She was in great mood, it wasn't everyday that she had a long conversation like that. She wanted to call Katou-san right away, of course she was still working. Now that she thought about it, she never told Miyuki, what would be a good time to call. Miyuki soon arrived at her apartment, taking off her shoes, placing them at the door. Miyuki-san happily sat on her computer chair where she left her phone, and immediately, entered in Katou-san's number into her contacts list. Swirling in her chair, her excitement grew. She soon took notice of her own eagerness, "Okay I've gotta distract myself... I've got work to do so I should get started." She woke her computer, to resume her work. She began to re-read and do some slight editing to her script before grabbing her sketch book and started drawing some rough sketches of the scenes, looking up every once in while to read. She put some music on, and soon found her self completely engaged in her activity. It had been about 5 hours of non-stop work. Her hand was a bit cramped, and her back felt stiff. A good sign she had been working to long. She let out a soft yawn, as she checked the time. 5:32pm "Whoah, yeah I should probably take a nap...b-but what if Katou-san calls first? I should just wait a bit longer..." She swiveled her chair towards her tv turning it on, continuing where she left off on her anime she was watching earlier. Soon the tired girl gave in to slumber right there in her computer chair... She woke slowly wiping sleep from her eyes. The tv repeated the main menu music, the window was dark. Coming to her senses she checked her phone it was 11pm. Miyuki Jumped up "N-No! I fell asleep!" She quickly checked her phone for any messages, seeing none she became very conflicted about what she should do. Was Katou-san already asleep? Did she work later? Miyuki grew desperate so she painfully pressed the call button and awaited for Katou-san to answer. The phone ringed for a bit each time was more disheartening. Hello? A voice on the other end spoke out. K-Katou-san?! I-it's me, Izumi! She gripped the phone tensely. "Oh, Izumi-san, you know... I was getting worried that you didn't want to see me..." Miyuki-san yelped, "T-That's not true! I-I just didn't know when was a good time to call, a-and then, I wasn't sure if you worked late, and then I tried just waiting but then I fell asleep. a-and-" Katou-san interrupted her. "I-I'm sorry... I was just teasing! Please calm down, I kind of figured that was the issue, I'm kind of an airhead sometimes. I should really pull back on the jokes." Miyuki once again fell for another one of her traps. "O-oh! y-you really had me worried Katou-san!" She shook her fist at nothing in particular. Katou-san apologized again, "Sorry, don't be mad please! Well it's kind of late I think all the coffee shops around here are closed..." Miyuki felt disappointed in herself but her determination was still high. "Katou-san! H-How about a b-beer! The bars are still open!" There was some giggling over the phone before Katou-san in between laughter replied. "Oh really! I didn't take you for someone who drank, or even someone who was old enough to!" Miyuki slightly embarrassed reassured her. "N-No I-can drink! I-I can even hold my liquor!" I'm serious! T-there's even a bar not too farm from my apartment!" There was some silence, before Katou-san replied. "I guess I have to take your offer! How about we meet at the restaurant in around 10 minutes?" Miyuki-san excitedly agreed before hanging up. She jumped all round excited as she quickly got her things ready and ran out the door, only returning a few seconds later because she forgot to lock it. Miyuki hadn't felt so happy in a long time, she was going out at night to meet a friend she had met the same day. She quickly made it to the restaurant, only 5 minutes early. She waited and waited with a grin on her face, looking about and searching for any sight of the blond. The more she waited the more she realized how few people were out, It was actually a bit spooky. Seemingly out of nowhere, She was frightened by a "boo" Jumping away she nearly had a heart attack, if she hadn't realized that it was Katou-san who had snuck behind her. K-Katou-san! Miyuki made a voice that was angry but not in the slightest intimidating. The blond was quick to apologize I'm sorry! You just looked adorable looking all over the place like that!" Miyuki blushed before she took notice of Katou-san outfit, it was much more stylish than her own clothes. She wore her hair in the same natural way, but she wore a cool looking black jacket with a blouse that exposed just enough cleavage to cause anyone to blush,and she wore a pair of jeans that hugged her legs nicely. "You done gawking?" I'm ready to hit the bars girl!" Miyuki playfully getting her attention. Miyuki came to her senses "R-right! sorry t-this way!" She led the away to the promised bar. It had been quite a couple of hours, it had started awkwardly enough as they broke each other in and soon they were talking comfortably. Comfortably left, and then came more intimately. Miyuki had lied about her ability to keep her liquor and it was obvious to Katou who was much better at doing so. Izumi had taken pleasure in drinking way to much, and by her 5th beer, was incoherently explaining to Katou-san how cool magical girls are and how she's wanted to be one all her life. Making all kinds of silly gestures and signs that the blonde could only laugh at. Miyuki had nearly ordered another before Katou stepped in. "I think you've had enough Izumi-san." She grabbed her hand before she rose it trying to get the bartenders attention. In her drunken state she had no fear of anyone even men. Though it was mostly due to Katou-san who ordered the first 2 drinks. Miyuki paused drunkenly before realizing what Katou-san meant. "O-Oh! I see, I am drunk..." It had been about 2 hours, and it was getting late, Katou felt a bit bad for the poor girl she must have been trying to impress her but she wasn't doing so well because she couldn't walk straight. Miyuki instead that she was okay and could handle the walk back to her apartment, but the mature blond knew better she put her arm around miyuki and helped her staggering out of the bar and down the dimly lit street. The normal 5 minute walk took roughly 20 minutes due to Miyuki drunken directions but eventually Katou and the young girl made it to her apartment, or at least she hoped. Miyuki had been rambling nonsense the entire time, but upon reaching the door on the 3rd floor Miyuki finally spoke something that she understood. "Um Katou-san I don't feel very good." Just then the blond, realizing what she meant, and had no time to react. The young girl stared off into space before vomit spewed from her mouth and nose. It wasn't long before she was sobbing. There was vomit on her front door as well some that had dripped on to her sweater and shoes. Katou-San quickly fished for her keys in the girls purse. Upon getting the door open she set Miyuki up against the wall. "Don't leave me Kato-san... I'm sorry." Katou reassured her. "Hey it's okay I'm gonna be right back you stay here and just have a seat." Katou had been to many parties before and knew how to deal with these things. She searched her apartment before finding her bathroom, grabbing a towel she ran back out side wiping off Miyuki's drooling mouth. She gently took Miyuki's glasses off placing them in her pocket. She then took care taking off her stained shoes. Upon taking Miyuki's sweater off Izumi-San suddendly had a burst of energy, she seemed feerful "w-what are you doing Katou-san! She weakly held on to herself making it difficult to remove her sweater. "Izumi-San sweetie your sweater is covered in vomit, I need to take it off-" "d-dont! Stop!" Her protests were void of energy. Eventually Katou-san was able to get her sweater off leaving her in a t-shirt, skirt, and black stockings. She picked up the incoherent girl, to her bed sitting her up on the edge of the bedside. "Izumi-san I think,it's best that you take a shower to try and sober you up." The young girl was nearly passed out and her eyes were red, from crying. She was most definitely tired. After some though Katou thought it was best to let her sleep. She didn't want to leave her alone in case she ended up suffocating on her own vomit. So she did the next best thing and slept next to the poor girl and kept her head on her side of the bed with a trash can. She opted for the gjrl's computer chair because for some reason her bed was a bit damp, she also noticed the strange plastic feeling under her sheets. She could only put two together which only made her feel more sorry for the girl. She had at least moved her to the dryer side of her bed. She couldn't help but rub her tired head. She looked like a little doll without her glasses on. She did have to admit she did look quite adorable with them on as well. But she kept her thoughts hidden away. She noticed looked at the clock on the night stand it was 3am. It seemed like it had been much longer. She too found herself nodding off, before she new it she was already asleep. Light was beaming into her Katou's eyes she realized it was morning, but didn't know the time. Looking over at the clock again it read 8 am, She nearly had a heart attack but she realized it was Sunday, a day she had off. Relieved she remembered that she spent the night in Izumi's apartment watching over the poor girl. She was actually a lot more worried that she had shifted her position in her sleep on to her side, but was relieved to see she was breathing. She had somehow able to find her body pillow with some anime character on it. She found equally cute as Izumi was hugging in her sleep. Katou-san couldn't help but to take picture with her phone until she realized it was dead. "figures..." She said with a smile before going back to watching the cute girl again. She had almost reached over to pet her head, until she suddenly noticed Izumi's light brown skirt, grew darker before visibly flowing liquid could be seen and heard. Katou gasped out loud before attempting to wake the girl up. Multiple shoves were required as the young girl held tightly to her pillow urine began to soil that too, as she had it tucked in-between her legs. "Izumi-san please wake up!" she said gently trying not to startle her awake. She suddenly woke up and she just stared off into the distance before noticing a blond girl looking over her. "K-katou...san?" she shifted and immediately felt the wetness on her legs and skirt as well as the currently trickling pee. Miyuki tried to jump up and quickly dart for the bathroom but she was wrapped up in her sheets and the large body pillow, she tried and tried, fighting to make it to the bathroom but she couldn't even get a foot on the floor. Eventually her bladder gave up and she sat there on her bed on her hands and knees wetting herself. She hung her head in shame but was equally to scared to look anywhere else. Thankfully her lower portion was covered in sheets, but even Katou knew what she was doing. Her breathing became heavy and staggered as her shoulders jerked. The blond walked over to the girl, she got down in front of the girl, who had made it just to the edge of the bed. She saw the face of a mortified girl, her eyes were open, casted down. brimming with tears refusing to look at anything else. she bit her lip but nothing could stop the pitiful sound of choked sobs. Katou grabbed and pulled the girl into a tight hug, not caring about the soaked sheets that surround the girl. Miyuki made some attempt at an apology but, Katou-san just held her tight without any words. Before long Miyuki gave up and let her self cry, she cried for a long time. The only thing breaking through her sobs, were Miyuki's heartfelt sorry's. it had been about 30-40 minutes before Katou-san spoke. "Izumi-san, It's okay... I don't think of you any less." She began to stroke the girl's hair. "You had a rough night you know? It wasn't your fault." Soon Miyuki had brought her tears down to sniffling. Katou noticed this and began to help the poor girl, trying her best to be tactful. "Hey how about we get you up and into the shower would you like that?" There was a pause before she could feel Izumi nodding. She could feel the girl struggling with the sheets, before Katou, simply princess carried her to the bathroom which almost started Izumi tears back up. "It's okay, just calm down. Miyuki hadn't felt so miserable, so humiliated, and helpless in a very long time. She couldn't help but cry, at the same time, she had never felt such kindness, and love from someone other than her own mother before. She tried her best to stifle her tears, and try to remain somewhat dignified. Soon she was placed down onto her feet. The floor was cold, and her soaking wet stockings didn't help. Katou-san gently untangled the sheets around the shivering girl, soon leaving her in her skirt which was almost completely wet down the middle and around her bottom, her stockings were fully soaked. She was so embarrassed, trying to cover herself which was nearly impossible. The tall blond rolled up the sheets into a ball, before addressing the younger girl. "Izumi-san go ahead and take your clothes off and leave them at the door, you go ahead and take a shower, and I'll wash these for you." Miyuki protested insisting that she shouldn't have to do so, but was ultimately silenced by Katou. "It's okay hun, let me help you." Katou-san took the sheets to the washing machine, and waited outside the bathroom door until a small hand held the soaking wet clothes just outside the bathroom door. The blond grabbed her clothes being mindful not to peak. She took her clothes to the washing machine, and started a load. Soon it was just her, the sound of the washing machine, and the sound of the young girl showering. It had been in the back of her mind since this morning but she felt horrible for feeling the way she did. Katou had a secret, she enjoyed watching girls wet themselves, bed wettings, toilet accidents... She drew immense pleasure from it, but most of all, she enjoyed when it wasn't on purpose... The blond had grown with this strange fetish for a long time, she used to hate herself for having it, and right now she really did hate herself for even thinking about that right now. This wasn't the first time she had witnessed it... but it was surely the most pitiful of them all. All she knew is that she wanted to protect this girl. Deep in her heart she felt that something was hurting Izumi-san. Chapter 3 Miyuki sat silently in the shower, letting the warm water pound her back and head, she had tucked herself into a ball and refused to move for quite awhile. She was replaying the incident over and over. She felt miserable, she felt humiliated, and she felt dumb. She wasn't able to make the call to Katou earlier, so they could have coffee. She couldn't hold her liquor, and ended up vomiting right in front of her. She had to be taken care of by Someone she hadn't even known for whole a 24 hours, forcing her to stay the night in her apartment. To complete the deal she had wet the bed, as well as wetting herself right in front of her. She quietly began to sob again, she tried her best but she just couldn't help feel how helpless and pathetic she was. An unknown amount of time had gone by as she sat in the shower, she had stopped crying and realized she should finish up in the shower and properly apologize to Katou for everything. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower, and grabbing a towel, she began to dry herself off. She held on to the door handle tying to compose herself. She was still shaking but she had to do what was right. She called out for Katou but there was no response, She did so again but heard nothing. She opened the door and saw no-one there. She grew worried but she also noticed her bed was not only dry but it was made, her clothes were folded on the bed. It felt weird having the presence of someone else in her, typically empty apartment. She walked over to the bed and noticed some breathing, and sure enough Katou-san had fallen asleep on the floor. She felt embarrassed because she was clutching in one hand her body pillow, and in the other hand her Magical Girl Poya Poya pillow case. She must have been trying to put it back on and fell asleep right on the spot. She smiled a bit, and it was the first smile she had made that morning. Seeing that she was a sleep she went a head and got dressed slipping on a pair of panties, sweat pants, and a long sleeve shirt. She hadn't had anyone sleep over at her apartment or house before, and wasn't really sure what to do, but she figured it was best to let her sleep. She grabbed a blanket from her closet and draped it over the sleeping blond. She soon found herself standing above the girl, staring at her face. It was a beautiful face that made it hard for the girl to look away. She was able to bring herself to her senses and found away to keep herself busy. She went over to the small kitchen area and decided to put a pot of coffee on. She tried her best not to make any noise. She thought about using her computer but the way Katou-san was sleeping made it difficult to actually sit at it, so she decided to work traditionally on her bed. She grabbed her headphones so she could listen to music, but her phone was nearly dead, so she went ahead and put it on the charger. She drew in her sketchbook in relative silence for about and 2 hours had passed and soon Miyuki had fallen asleep as well. Miyuki had been woken for the second time this morning by a blonde girl. She jolted up in surprise, realizing that once again she was going to have to face Katou-san. The blond was relieved, "Sorry that I woke you... I-uh... threw away your plastic sheet... I wanted to make sure you didn't... have another accident." She tried choosing her words more carefully as not hurt the small girl. Miyuki replied, "t-thank you... for doing that..." She went on her hands and knees on the bed, bowing her head, she was groveling in forgiveness. She spoke shaking. "I'm sorry for everything Katou-san. I don't know how to repay you. I'm just so sorry." Katou-san was lost for words. She wasn't Japanese but she knew that groveling was a serious deal. "I accept your apology but it's just as much my fault, I should have known you were having a lot to drink last night. I'm the elder her and I had a responsibility to take care of you. So please for the sake of being my friend will you please not grovel like that?" saying this, the blonde, gently sat on the bed with her. The groveling girl finally sat normally, her face was still hot with shame. She grabbed the small girls hands "Izumi-san... is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Miyuki felt Katou's hands, they were soft and gentle but at the same time she felt that if she ran away those same hands would not allow it. hearing this she thought hard. "Is there something that's been troubling you?" Miyuki was deep in thought unsure if Katou was talking about what she thought she was talking about. She wasn't the most open about things especially her past. "I turned down your offer yesterday... about needing someone to talk to, because I don't feel comfortable with my past. I don't like talking about it and I don't want to think about it." Miyuki listened intently. "Now how about we make a deal, If I tell you about why I left the US, how about you tell me about yourself, and your past." Miyuki thought about it, she twiddled her fingers, and thought really hard, the only ones that new about her past were her parents and her therapist. All of which she hadn't really seen in good while. She did feel safe with Katou-san. She had taken care of her the whole night and continued to do so in the morning. She really must have cared right? She nodded her head hesitantly in response. Katou smiled "Then it's a deal! but before we get started, I smell coffee, and I think this would be a nice talk over some coffee, don't you think?" Miyuki remembered she had put the coffee on but forgot about it when she fell asleep. "Y-yes I think so too, the mood change helped her feel a bit more relaxed. She ran over to the kitchen before turning back. "u-um the coffee... I-I might have to microwave it...." Katou-san replied "That's fine, sorry for the trouble!" It had been an hour of constant talking, most of which had been done by the blonde. Katou-san was born in the US, her real name however was Juliette Alice, she enjoyed her life there. She was a fairly popular girl in high school, a true queen bee. Though she was kind and understanding and was usually the one to stick up for other students the ones that were bullied and such. Juliette was not a very bright girl, nor did she posses any talent in the arts, or music. She did however enjoy sports, she was a good athlete which helped her through high school with numerous scholarships. She did however hold a secret, she was attracted to both women and men, but she never enjoyed the company of men the same way she did when she was hanging around girls. She had always kept this to herself, and for the most part never acted on the urges. It wasn't until the 11th grade that she had befriended a girl that she ran with often during track practice. She had known her for years, and at one point she just felt determined that maybe she was able to understand her feelings. If not, she was still a good friend and would understand her. She thought she had nothing to loose. Juliette decided to come out to her parents first, they were the supportive figures in her life of course. They had disregarded anything she had said, and strictly forbid her from talking anymore about it. She had been in complete shock, she couldn't believe it. About a month later, she brought the topic back up this time she was met with strong retaliation. This went on for months. She felt shame for her sexuality she felt disgusted. If her own parents wouldn't understand, how could anyone else? She continued through her school life, she was no queen bee anymore she was depressed, she became much more stoic, and spaced out. She favored watching videos on the internet, and browsing her computer in the late night. She found herself on forums about romance, and fan fiction, and soon she found her way towards watching anime, she only knew what she heard some of the geekier students talk about when they walked past. She became instantly hooked, she love it, nothing was forbidden, and nothing was wrong, it was all acceptable. Yuri, they called it, She became infatuated with the whole community, the fan works the art, the stories. She was happy, and she felt good about herself, that others were out there that were okay with. it hadn't been a year until her parents had taken notice in her grades. Upon taking her computer away they browsed her history and that was it. They confronted her again, they gave her the option of continuing school or going to bible school. Of course any sane person would have stayed away from the later. So she did, she finished high school, and slowly her rebellious side began to show, and on the day she received her diploma she left home at the age of 18. She left her home and she left her town. She planned ahead selling everything she owned she even stole back the laptop and sold it too. Her plan was to move to Japan. It was a dumb single minded plan but the though of it kept her going. With what she had in cash she was able to open her own bank account, but it wasn't enough, she only had about 1000$. She scrounged around taking small jobs, and by the time she was 22 she amassed about 10,000$ She flew, traveling as light as a feather picking the cheapest location that she could find. A one way trip. She wasn't coming back. She had issues with the language, as well as finding a landlord that would give her a room. She struggled for a long time in between jobs that she couldn't keep because of her living situation. 3 years had passed, she was a complete homeless mess. One night she walked into that same restaurant down the street, she had enough for one meal and a beer. Later that morning the manager's wife. found the same girl asleep outside their restaurant. He took her in and let her use they're shower upstairs. She begged him for a job only in payment for food. The girl worked well, really well and by the end of the day she had earned herself a job, a meal and a home. Her story had moved Miyuki to tears. "Katou-sa-..Arisu-san, oh my goodness, I didn't know you went through so much!" Miyuki held the blonde girls hand as she sniffled. "I-it's okay Izumi-san r-really come on now." Miyuki spoke, again. "I'm sorry, have I've been using the wrong name?" Katou reassured her, "No, please, just use whatever's more comfortable for you okay?" Miyuki nodded. Wow I feel kinda better getting that off my chest! So Izumi-san... I want to know your story, what's been bothering you?" Miyuki knew it was coming but it now was her turn. She played with her fingers before trailing off into speech. "There... was this boy.... that I was friends with..." She spoke slowly as she told the older girl who stared intently with her blue eyes. She told her about how they used to walk to and from school together. How the boy was like a brother to her. She kept avoiding parts of the story, but she couldn't do it with Miyuki's eyes staring at her. "H-he t-t-took... me into the b-bathr" her voice became shaky, "h-he took my m-my und." Katou-san quickly grabbed the girl into a hug as she did many times already. "Hey you don't have to say anymore!" she repeated over and over again. She rocked her back in forth "It wasn't your fault, nothing has been your fault, you hear me?" She continued, soothing the girl. Miyuki could only cry "w-why did he do that?" through her hiccuping voice. Katou continued to hug her tightly as the evening sun lit the tears on the young girls face. Katou once again was holding the girl as she calmed down. She felt as if the past 18 hours consisted of either sleeping, hugging or both. "I-i'm okay now Katou-san" She lightened her hug on the girl. Her eyes red from crying, Katou had forgotten that she still had Izumi's glasses in her pocket. "Oh I almost forgot to give these back." She took the glasses, opening them up and placing them on the girls face. She wiped a stray hair from her face, Katou couldn't help but be honest."Your so pretty Izumi-san, I don't want to see such a pretty face covered with such sad tears." Miyuki felt embarrassed hearing that from her, but secretly she was happy. Miyuki hugged Katou catching the blonde of guard. "T-thank you... for everything today." Katou felt her heart pound warmly. "Aw sweetie, I want to be here for you. I'm your friend arn't I?" about an hour later Katou had Miyuki wrapped in her arms, as they spent the afternoon watching anime together. Katou ordered a pizza, and the two had a great time. Miyuki had not laughed that much in a long time, for a brief instance it felt like a little piece of childhood, had been restored. Soon it was 10 pm. Katou knew she had to go back to the restaurant, and get a good night sleep for work in the morning. Miyuki also had work tomorrow. "Well Izumi-san it looks like our little party is coming to an end." Miyuki wasn't very happy about it but she understood. They hugged each other goodnight as Miyuki worriedly watched her turn the corner down the stairs. "U-um Katou-san w-when will I see you again?" The blond turned and smiled. "The weekend for sure, but the restaurants open till 8pm during the week!" She waved goodbye as she disappeared down the stairs. For the next couple of weeks the two spent many weekends together if not every. They were all each-other really had. Miyuki felt confidence when she was around Katou, she was kind and she was understanding. Katou liked Miyuki she couldn't lie to herself but the relationship she had with Miyuki was nearly enough, she loved seeing that girl smile and laugh. 3 months had passed, it seemed like a whole year to the two girls. One Saturday afternoon the two were together in Miyuki's apartment. Katou had grown used to calling Miyuki by her first name. She thought it was cuter and more fitting than Izumi. Miyuki still called Katou the same name out of respect, she was still her senpai of course. The blond had been watching some of Miyuki's anime, while she was working on a drawing. "Hey, Miyuki..." Katou spoke suspiciously. "yes Katou-san?" The blonde felt bad, she was about to ask something quite serious. "Remember that day after we first met... " Miyuki felt a bit concerned, she turned her computer chair to face her properly but Katou was still face away watching the TV. "O-of course I remember..." "You know how I said that..... I found girls attractive...?" "yes I remember..." Miyuki responded intrigued.. There was a pause before Katou spoke again. "W-well that's it, I-I love you Miyuki." She turned around to face Miyuki, her expression slightly concerned. "Ever since that day I've wanted to protect you, care for you and to love you. I... I was just hoping that you felt the same." Miyuki was surprised because she had never seen Katou blush so hard before, Nevertheless she was happy to hear her words. "I've never really been confessed to nor have I done so... S-so I don't really know how I feel about love with another girl... but I think I might have been feeling the same way, s-so please be patient with me, b-but I accept your confession, because I trust you Katou-san." Katou-san had never felt happier. "Oh Miyuki she ran over to the small girl, eliciting a giggle out of her as she was smothered by the girls hug. They soon found themselves on Miyuki's bed embracing each other. "Hey Miyuki is it okay if sleep over tonight?" Miyuki smiled. "Of course I-I'd love that!". The two were up late in the night drinking coffee and making up silly manga stories, Katou even drew some up, though she wasn't an artist in the slightest, Miyuki tried her hardest not to laugh at the funny faces she drew. Soon it was 1 am and the two seemed like it was time to go to bed. Miyuki had made a bed for the tall girl on the floor next to hers. They hugged each other goodnight, and Katou gave Miyuki a kiss on the forehand leaving Miyuki in a blushed state. "Good night Miyuki, I love you." Miyuki blushed hearing the words again. "I-i love you to Katou-san!" Katou-san was the first to fall asleep. Leaving Miyuki in a blushed mess, she hugged her pillow tightly, she thought to herself. "Katou-san loves me!"
  5. herrokitty

    female Joining the Sorority

    Credit to @Alex Oxford, @Mydnyght68, @Ktpq, and @EthanDaOmoWIz for the rp Joining the Sorority. It died out so I wanted to continue it as fiction, but for part 1, I've just put together everything everyone had written, credit goes in large part to them as this'll mostly be what everyone wrote word for word. Stina fretted over what outfit to wear. She was so happy to be almost officially an Alpha Chi Omega, the sorority her mother was in. All that was left was a last minute formality. The end of September, Alpha Chi Omega, or AXO, hosted a lemonade stand fundraiser on their sorority house’s front lawn while it was still warm. The money would go to their associated philanthropy, Girls on the Run (and to be honest, Stina didn’t even remember what they did - something to do with education for young girls?). All the new girls would be serving the lemonade, with all the other Greek life people planning to stop by. In particular, they would have to impress the fraternities. The only way they could “flunk” out now would be if they demonstrated that they were an embarrassment to the sorority in front of other Greek associations, something that wasn’t defined and totally up to the sorority’s leadership. After the fundraiser, the Delta Upsilon fraternity would take the leftover lemonade and host a party for them - since sororities couldn’t host their own parties, a tradition that annoyed Stina to no end. There, too, the new girls had to ensure they didn’t lose the approval of the boys. Stina settled on a black sleeveless crop top and a denim miniskirt, taking full advantage of the summer weather while it still lasted and that denim miniskirts were having a fashion renaissance. The size of the crop top meant she would have to go bra-less, but her boobs were a little on the smaller side, so it wouldn’t be the issue. In terms of impressing the boys, her main advantages would be her athletic build and her toned butt - a bubblier butt than one might expect for a skinny girl like her. The outfit would show off her flat stomach, a product of her time as a swimmer in high school, and her bright green eyes and long straight blonde hair usually came in handy in charming boys, too. She wore conservative full-cut black panties, though - if she accidentally flashed someone, she didn’t want it to be too revealing! The balance between being enticing and being “sloppy” from the frat guys’ perspective was… exhausting, but the game she had signed up for. She stepped out of her dorm room at 12:45, expecting to get to the sorority at 1. They had half an hour to do last minute setup (most of the decorative work was done last night) before they were officially open for business. They would be done at 5 and have dinner at 6 at the sorority house while the fraternity got the party prepped, then they would all head over (and probably change into a different outfit) at 7:30. The only thing that gave her pause was something her “big sister”, aka the assigned mentor, a junior named Emily, said: “They’re probably gonna block the bathroom, so go before you come over. There was a big scandal a few years back where an AXO peed in a keg tub, and we were banned from parties for a year. They wanna make sure you are all big girls who can control yourselves without embarrassing our name.” Stina made sure to use the bathroom, then headed off to the sorority house. Meanwhile, Niolette (or Nio, for short), was in her bra and panties and trying to pick out her outfit for today. She was eager to join AXO as well; her aunt was in that sorority. The petite, slender girl pulled on a pink t-shirt. She then slipped on some light brown pantyhose and lime green shorts. The hazel-eyed girl opted to wear her long straight strawberry blonde hair in twintails. She wore some jet black flat shoes and was ready to head out. But first... "Oh yeah, I better use the toilet before I go." She did just that before making her exit. She got on her bike and rode off towards the AXO house. *brrrrt* ”Ohmygooood,” squealed Maria as she danced in th elevator, hands pressed tightly against her ass. “I definitely held it too long this time.” Maria, a busty, bootiful Latina girl, was the last girl you would expect to minutes from crapping herself. Easily one of the prettiest girls in the room at any given time, she’d seem more like the “IG model” type rather than the “openly display my need for the toilet” type. You also wouldn’t expect her to be holding it in on purpose. But as we’ve discussed, she’s full of surprises. She danced in placed as she tried to fit the key in her dorm room door. The contents of her tummy began to descend, and she clenched her ass tight. “UGH! Hold it!” She demanded of her ass, as she burst through the door. She rushed the bathroom, shimmied her shorts down her plump ass, and.... “Ahhhhh.... much better.” She sighed with a pleasant smile, “that was a close one!” She couldn’t be on th pot for too long though. AXO was having their event today, and she was determined to make a name for herself. All those times holding had secretly been preparing her for this moment. ”I’ll have to get changed soon...” she mused to herself, trying to determine her outfit. Stina arrived at AXO a little early. The banners and the stands were already on the front of the house and on the yard, so it was just a matter of bringing out the cups and pitchers of lemonade already prepared in the fridge and assigning people to do "visibility" - aka look cute holding signs at passerby. She walked in and saw all the sisters hanging out in the living room, waiting for all the new recruits to arrive. There were about 80 members total, but only about 40 were there - the upperclassmen didn't have to attend all the events, and some would only come for the party. Almost all the new recruits were around, save a couple. Stina saw her Big, Emily, and sat with her. Emily squealed with delight and hugged her. "Stina! I'm so glad you're here, and you look so cute!" Stina beamed. "You too, Emily!" Emily was taller and more curvaceous than Stina, with long brown hair, and she was wearing white shorts and a sorority themed t-shirt that she had tied the bottom of to show some stomach. Emily lowered her voice. "Did you go to the bathroom already?" Stina nodded. Emily went back to smiling. "Great! Once everyone's here, Callie will assign you all to roles." Callie was the director of fundraising. Niolette showed up a minute later. As she stepped through the front door, she said to herself, "So this is where the magic happens..." She looked around and soon spotted Emily sitting with someone. "Hello, Emily," she cutely greeted. "Hey, welcome, Niolette!" Emily chimed in. "Thanks, and just call me Nio," Nio replied. "Gotcha, Nio. Oh yeah, I gotta ask..." Emily stood up and whispered to Nio, "Did you go to the bathroom?" Nio softly answered, "Yes, Emily. Almost forgot to, though..." "Good girl," Emily said with a bright smile. Maria arrived, looking stunning as ever. Her daisy duke short shorts hugged her plump ass grandly, so that you could see every wobble as she walked. She wore a tight shirt, cut at the waist and tied to show some midriff. Her large breast stretched the shirt. She was just as tempting from the front as she was from the back. Maria smirked as she eyed the crowd in front of her. She came to play, and didn’t see any reason why she wouldn’t make it in. ”Hi,” Maria said confidently to a pretty girl in a jean skirt, “Does anyone know where Emily is at? I think she’s the one I was told to talk to.” Stina gave Nio an approving up-and-down look, liking her outfit. She then saw Maria entered and was equally impressed and jealous by Maria's beauty as she walked in (and frankly, being Latina in a traditional sorority meant you stood out anyway!). Emily saw her too and waved her over to sit by Stina and Nio before nodding at Callie to signal that all the newbies were here. Callie, a stern-looking black-haired girl with jean shorts, a sorority tee, and a pony tail, stood up to address the room. "Alright, everyone, here's the drill. The rookies are gonna be doing the serving. Four stations, three girls per station. Explaining the proceeds and handling the money, giving cups and napkins, pouring and refilling the lemonade, and handling trash. The sophomores, juniors, and seniors will be doing promos - signs, welcoming people in, getting people's attention as they walk by. First customers come in at one, we are done by five. Delta Upsilon will come by at 5 and take the lemonade to make mixed drinks, we will have dinner and change at 6 and head over to their party at 7:30." Callie dropped the pretense of professionalism and glared at the new recruits. "As you may have heard, a former member disgraced our sorority with her... antics. I will not accept any such shenanigans from any current sisters. Anyone, especially you new recruits, caught trying to use the bathroom in any shape or form while we sell lemonade will be banned from the party and may be kicked out of the sorority. If we run on schedule and do well raising money, we will have a collective break before heading to the party. ONCE AT THE PARTY, the bathroom is OFF LIMITS. This is Delta Upsilon's rules, and I fought hard to make sure we would be back in the frats' good standing, so don't you dare violate those rules. We only let grown ups into this sorority." Callie paused for dramatic effect and looked around the room. "Alright. Pick your stations and move out!" "Well. That Callie apparently means business," Nio commented after Callie finished talking. “Yeah I know, I wonder what got her panties in a bunch,” said Maria. Stina gave a nervous glance to the closest new recruits, Nio and Maria. Emily leaned in. "Don't mind her. Y'all are a group of three, which station do you three want to pick?" "Ladies, here's what I think," Nio explained. "If we go pouring lemonade... well, take a wild guess what all that flowing liquid will make us think about. So no to that. Similarly, the trash? As in, dumping trash? That word 'dump'... I don't think I need to explain that one further. So trash isn't an option either. And the cups... There could be a point where those cups would be so tempting for some girl to... You see where this is going? So I figure handling the money is our best choice. "Besides, my father's an accountant. I think I've inherited some of his skills at handling money." Maria gave thoughtful glance towards the ‘accounting section’. Sure, she wouldn’t mind handling the money for a minute. “Damn Nio you thought of everything,” she giggled, “but it’s a good idea, it’ll make the hours more bearable as the day goes on! Those other girls are probably king to have a hard time after a few hours of being out here.” She giggled, “I bet it won’t even be halfway through when we’ll start seeing some girls get a little frantic.” Part of her wanted to be upfront, where the action was at, but she was more than content with being out of the sun. ”Just tell me what you want me to do,” she resigned. Stina nodded at Nio's thoughtful process. She certainly didn't want to mess up the only thing stopping her from being an AXO like her mom. Maria's comments did make her think how stressful this might be for some of them... She knew some small-bladdered girls in her life. "That makes sense to me!" Stina and the others grabbed the front table and set everything up. As they finished setting up and right before the first customers, Emily stopped by with three cups of lemonade. "First cups for the newbies! Make sure to have fun. There's a script about the non-profit if anyone asks, but usually no one cares." "Ahh, thanks for the lemonade, Emily." Nio took a sip. "A little sour for my taste, but I don't mind." “I’m on it!” chimed Maria, giving a playful wink. This was going to be cake. All she had to do was just not go to the bathroom for a few hours. How hard could that be right? Ehhh. Well, it’s been a trial before. Maria recalled a pair of messy shorts that could never be unstained, the consequences of a stuck zipper. Oh boy, that one was bad.... Things would be different today though. Maria was a far cry from her days of accidents; her endurance was easily twice that of her younger days. She could go hours without peeing or pooping, at her most desperate. Level strength was key, as was we massive, voluptuous backside, which helped clench and contain a few impending accidents long enough to get to the nearest commode. Maria was definitely ready for- *grmmmmble* ’Hmmm. I must still be hungry...’ she mused, uncertainly. Stina graciously accepted the lemonade and drank it all quickly in the summer heat. She and her bladder had a rough history in high school, but she was confident she could make it till dinnertime. She did lots of sports in high school and her nerves meant no matter how much she went, she always felt the need to pee before an event started, whether it be on the swimming blocks or at the start of a cross country meet. Swimming was easy - she would just pee in the pool, though it was always momentarily embarrassing to pee involuntarily the moment she entered the cold water. Once, in cross country, she didn't pee before the race, and the nervousness mounted until she just peed all over her legs when the gun sounded. Fortunately, no one noticed since everyone in cross country pees themselves at some point. Her involvement in sports where peeing was normal may have simultaneously reduced her holding ability and inhibitions, because in her first year drinking, her senior year of high school, she dropped her pants or lifted her skirt and peed in many an alley and backyard. Hopefully she wouldn't have to do that today. She, fortunately, though, didn't have any messy accidents since she was as child... except for that time she was at the mall with her friends and a shart came out of nowhere, but she didn't count that because she managed to throw away her stained underwear in the bathroom without anyone finding out. Upon overhearing Maria say she was hungry, she pointed to the girls working the lemonade. "I don't remember those girls' names, but I think they also have snacks we can grab, if you'd like! Bring us some if you do." Nio seemed confident that she could get through the event without having to go to the bathroom. Over the years, her family would take a vacation from time to time. It was always by car. On just about every vacation, there was a time when she and her two younger siblings would end up bursting for the toilet. She always managed to make it, but sometimes it was down to the wire. On the other hand, her brother usually ended up pissing himself, and there were three times when her sister shat her pants. "You know what, I could go for a bite to eat too," Nio commented. "Let's see what those girls have." She walked towards the girls at the lemonade station. Stina held down the fort while Nio checked out the snacks, stomach grumbling in hunger as well. Customers were coming in steadily, but it wasn't overwhelming and didn't stop her from looking around. Fifty girls, no bathrooms... Stina wasn't sure if dinner was soon enough for all of them. She knew some small-bladdered girls back in high school. The mood seemed cheery enough, though, with girls holding up signs and shouting at passerby, often fraternity guys who were more than willing to spend some money to hang out surrounded by their female peers. Maria accompanied Nio to snack stand, picking out some jalapeño nachos, and sneaking a few bags of cheese- its before they disappeared early. She was working hard, she earned it. *grumbbbllleee* ”Hmmmm....,” Maria silently mused to herself, wondering why her excessive snacking was not appeasing her seemingly hungry stomach. Ehhh, whatever. It just hasn’t digested yet. Nio had grabbed two soft pretzels, which were her favorite snack. ”So what are you studying?” She asked Stina and Nio as they returned to the money stand, with genuine interest. "I dunno, Maria, some kind of script in case someone asks about the non-profit, as Emily explained," she answered before taking a bite of pretzel. She heard a bit of a grumbling noise and swore it came from Maria. She shrugged it off, however. "So, you wanna take a look at this script?" Stina shrugged about the script. "Honestly, these frat bros don't care what the event is for, they just come up, give me money, and take the lemonade. I think they're mostly paying to check us out." Nio then stood up and started looking around. She did notice one girl looking less than happy and keeping her thighs close together. "Hey, Maria, Stina?" she asked them as she pointed to that girl. "See that girl over there?"Stina was eying Nio's second pretzel and missed who Nio was pointing at. "Who? Describe her to me." Stina scanned the crowd of scantily-clad sorority sisters. Nio finished her first pretzel and explained, "The one with her hair dyed purple. In a polka-dot shirt and white booty shorts. See, she's fidgeting right now. Yeah, she already has to piss, I bet." She then started eating her second pretzel. Maria eyed the girls butt in her shorts, wiggling with every subtle squirm. She couldn’t help but enjoy the view. ”Oh yeah, she’s gotta go alright. She still seems to be getting attention from the guys though, so it can’t be that bad!” She mused, nibbling on her spicy nachos, which basically had upset stomach written all over them. Nio giggled. "I must admit, she does look cute as she's squirming like that..." Stina was quickly handing change to a guy as Nio and Maria commented on the desperate girl and saw the guy faintly smirk, overhearing them. He moved on to the lemonade station and Stina finally noticed the girl. "Oh yeah, she totally has to pee. And it can't be 2, yet, right? She's gotta hold it for three more hours."Stina noticed something else while scanning the field. She nodded at a redhead in a sorority tee and leggings. "What about her? I totally just saw her clench her butt." Maria peered earnestly in the direction of the girl in leggings. Sure enough, she was hunched slightly forward, biting her lip and clenching her ass lightly as she stood erect at her post. Maria again could not help but casually comment on the spectacle. ”Ahaha oh yeah, she’s gotta go alright. I look a lot like that when I have to go, so I speak from experience l!” She giggled. ”They’re gonna be in a lot of trouble later on....” Nio turned her attention to two more guys showing up to attend. After a simple monetary transaction among them and those guys were on their way, she looked at the redhead Stina and Maria were looking at. That redhead was rubbing her butt a little. Nio shook her head and said, "There's no way she's gonna make it out of here without a shit in her pants. Not. A. Chance." Then she eyed the purple-haired girl again. That girl was shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. Deep down inside, Nio was really wanting to see that girl piss her shorts... Stina giggled dat Maria and Nio's comments. "You don't think they can hold it three hours? Maybe we should bet on it..."Stina added, "You know who should really have an accident? Callie. She's the reason why we're in this predicament." "Why didn't I realize that, Stina?" Nio commented. "Now that you mention it, I hope to God that Callie pisses her pants. I hate her guts already." “Oh my gosh, if she had an accident I would literally die of laughter!” Maria cheered, imagining te cute sorority girl soil her cute outfit. ”My money’s in the purple hair girl wetting first. That redhead over there looks like she squats. Unless she gets the bubble guts, she might even make it!” Maria smirked to herself, and couldn’t help but add little more.... ”I know that when I’ve really had to poop, clenching was the only thing that helped sometimes. Squats pay off when you’re lactose intolerant!” She giggled. Nio then looked back to the redhead, who was now holding her stomach. "I don't know, Maria, things are not looking up for the redhead. Anyway..." She looked around and spotted a girl with blonde hair with a streak of blue. "Now THAT girl over there was so not ready for this event. Look." The girl Nio was now referring to was wearing a translucent pink blouse and beige shorts. Already she was holding her crotch and crossing her legs. "Well, Maria, Nio, looks like you're betting on two different people, what are you two gonna bet? Would you, say, give up your toilet privilege at dinner?" Stina smirked, looking at Maria's eaten cheese. “HA! Looks like someone wants to raise the stakes!” She smirked, seeing a little more ambition from Stina than she had up till now. She knew it might be a foolish bet to take, but she couldn’t help bu complicate her situation a little to keep things interesting. “Sure! I bet the redhead with the big ass will last till dinner! If I lose, I hold it through dinner.” They shook on it, but Maria wasn’t worried. She had buns of steel and an iron will. This wasn’t her first rodeo. Nio thought about it for a moment. "Okay, Maria, if you're going to run the risk of having to hold it in, I'll go ahead and do the same. The girl with blue in her hair WILL wet, no question. Purple hair, yeah, she'll pee her pants too. Those are too easy, I ain't gonna focus on them. So Maria, I'm gonna bet against you and the redhead. I am so certain she will shit her pants before dinner. If she does, I get to go potty and you don't; if she doesn't, you get to go potty and I don't. Cool?" Stina found Callie in the crowd, flirting with some frat bro. She pulled out a couple of dollars and put it in the box. "I think I'm going to graciously give Callie a cool cup of lemonade on this hot day." ”Lemonade sounds great right now, I’m sure she is wouldn’t mind a little hydration. I think Stina should do it, since she’s feeling so edgy right now.” Maria commented suggestively. Stina flashed a devilish grin at the betting before her. Feeling emboldened, she said, "And I'll only use the bathroom after Callie... so I better get her this lemonade now." Stina walked off and headed to the next station and grabbed a cup of lemonade from the three girls working on that station. One of them smiled and greeted her. "Hey, Stina right?" She had met them before at some other event... two long-haired blondes and a brunette, so hard to tell them apart from the rest of the sorority... She wracked her brain for their names. "Yeah... Rowan, right?" She looked at the wavy-haired blonde who greeted her. Rowan beamed. "Yup! Glad you remembered my name." Rowan was wearing a tank top and tight ripped jeans, showing off a nice butt. The straight-haired strawberry blonde next to her was wearing a sorority tee and a denim miniskirt, as well. "Claire, right?" The girl nodded. She then turned to the brunette wearing a simple tee and athletic shorts. "You're Selene, right? You're on our school's track and cross country teams." Selene nodded. Stina made pleasantries before heading to Callie. "How are you all doing?" Rowan groaned. "Annoyed at Callie. How are we supposed to get till 5 PM without using the bathroom?" Claire chimed in, "I've already joked to them I can just pee where I stand and no one would notice." Selene laughed. "Yeah, in cross country, we just pee while running, so I'm gonna have to remember not to just pee whenever." Stina nodded her head in agreement. "Callie's honestly so rude. Can I tell you something? We all wanted to see Callie desperate as revenge at our station. I'm buying this lemonade for her." Selene perked up. She pulled out her clutch from under the table and pulled out a packet. "So, these are diuretics that athletes often use to change the results of their weigh-in... if you want, we could throw a packet in." Rowan and Claire smirked. Stina didn't hesitate. "Throw it in." Stina headed over to Callie, spiked lemonade in hand. Nio sat at her station and tried to eavesdrop on Stina and those three girls She was with just now. She noticef them add something to the lemonade meant for Callie. "Go get her, Stina," she said under her breath. “Holy shit, is she doing what I think she is?” Maria asked, a shocked smile upon her face. ”She better not get caught, I am not going to get in trouble for her taking this the extra mile!” She said uncertainly. *grrrummmblleee* Maria reeled slightly, placing a hand on he agitated tummy. Those definitely weren’t hunger noises. ’Damn it, why did I have to pig out?’ She whined as she subtly cross her legs. She could feel the beginnings of pressure build up in her bowels. For her sake, she hoped it was gas, and nothing messier.... Stina walked up to Callie and the frat guy she was talking to. "Hey, Callie!"Callie turned to her and glared, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. "What do you want?"Stina turned on the charm. "Oh, I just wanted to thank you for doing all the work you did on putting this together! Really happy to be here! As a token of my thanks, here!"Stina handed Callie the lemonade. Callie's facial expressed softened a little and she accepted the lemonade. "Oh. Thanks, I guess."Stina winked at the boy. "I'll let you two get back to it."Stina positively bounced her way back, acting her most innocent self, until she got back to Nio and Maria. Meanwhile, Nio positioned her smartphone so that it could get on camera Callie receiving and drinking the lemonade. She kept an eye on the phone to make sure Callie consumed the beverage. She was almost distracted by Maria's tummy grumble. "You doing okay, Maria?" she asked while maintaining surveillance on Callie. “I think so,” Maria mumbled, as her stomach continued to gurggle. “It’s probably just my nachos digesting. My stomach is very vocal!” She giggled. *grrrmmblleee* ’I’m just not sure what it’s trying to say...’ Maria distracted herself by also watching Callie, drinking the lemonade from across the way. She could just imagine this girl with a puddle at her feet. "Good, good," Nio quietly said as she witnessed Callie drink the lemonade. She put away her phone just before another random guy showed up to attend. She happily received his money and handed him the change. "Welcome! You enjoy yourself here, okay?" she told him with a smile. "Anyway, Maria," Nio told her, "maybe take a deep breath or two?" Stina returned and overheard the last bit of conversation and a foreboding grumbling from Maria. "Well, hey, look on the bright side. Who will care if you have an accident when iron lady Callie pisses herself?" Nio overheard Stina's question. "Hmm, let's see..." She looked over to the redhead. "Well, she seems to be faring a bit better, actually, so I might be the one to have to hold it in," she commented as she casually crossed her legs. She could feel a bit of an urge within her bladder at this point. "As for Callie," she added, "looks like she's already starting to have to go potty. I must say, if she weren't a total dickhead, she'd look quite cute having to pee like that!" Ahaha, sucks for you Nio!” Maria teased sticking her tongue out. *gurrrgggle* Maria winced visibly as her intenstines scolded her for her arrogance. No sudden moves, not in this state. “Uggggh.....” Maria moaned, placing a hand on her grumbling tummy, “I’m just glad she’s holding up. I give it an hour tops before I’ll need to take a dump!” She laughed, nervously. She looked around, sighing to herself. At least she wasn’t alone. There were quit a few legs crossed as she scanned the grounds. A blonde looked around anxiously as she pee danced in place, nervously glancing towards the next group of people; and of course, the redhead with the big ass, while not as uncomfortable looking as Maria, still clenched her ass from time to time, biting her lip as her stomach likely gurgled under growing intestinal burden. Then, two late freshmen approached. Eliza, or Lizzie, as she is more commonly known as, woke up slowly with a full bladder. Deciding she needed to changed, she lept the dam break as she let loose a torrent of pee on her bed. It stained the bed sheets and her panties quite a bit. No matter, she could wash it. She got out of bed, getting her first good look at the clock. "Shit" she thought as she realised she was very late. She suddenly got into hurry up mode as she prepared her sheets and her soaked clothes for the wash, and changed into an, exposing outfit, a short skirt, and a tang top that did a poor job at covering her rather large breasts. She did this to keep the boys interested, and, if she needed to pee, she could just spread her legs and pee through her panties. Since we're on the topic of her looks, she also had deep blue eyes, and long, dark purple hair. She also had a very nice bum to compliment her breasts. She was a pretty pale girl, if you wanted to be honest. She then raced out of her dorm, keeping a running pace until she neared the place the sale was at. She decided she wanted to sneak into a group, and pretend she was never late, she couldn't be cought late. Her older sister was in this sorority, and she didn't want to risk getting kicked out for being careless. She got as close as she could, spotting some of her fellow underclassmen. "Psssssst" she said as she tried to get there attention. Stina noticed the second new and late girl. "Don't let Callie see you..." Also, while Lizzie arrived, a freshman named Katie was just walking up to the sorority hut wearing her pink sundress that went up to her mid thighs. “ Sorry I am late, I ended up oversleeping,“ she says, yawning. “Hurry, get over her before anyone outs you!” Maria called to Katie, with a grimace on her face. Despite her earlier confidence, Maria definitely had to go to the bathroom. While she was comfortable holding it, this was right about the time where she usually decided whether she would keep holding it or go poop like a normal girl her age. That choice was made for her though, which was made apparent by her subtle squirming and clenched ass cheeks. ’Nothing I haven handled before.’ She said to herself, crossing her legs and standing erect. Stina wasn't doing too badly, but she noticed Maria squirming a little and could see her butt clench. She put a comforting hand on Maria before asking, "How is the girl you and Nio betted against?"Callie saw Katie and Lizzie, though, and marched over. "You both are LATE! You know the rules! No bathrooms AT ALL, including at dinner for you!"It was hard to take Callie's aggressive tone seriously, though, with her legs crossed tightly and bouncing slightly. Callie, however, was then distracted by the desperate purple haired and blonde-and-blue haired girls Nio noticed earlier, who had likely asked her for permission to use the bathroom. Though Callie yelled at them with some ferocity, her own bouncing took away from her intimidation, and Stina noticed her hand hovering near her crotch.Stina also noticed that Rowan, Claire, and Selene were huddled rather than serving lemonade and in an intense, quiet discussion. From behind, she could see Rowan's butt clenched tight in her jeans and Claire had her legs crossed tightly. How were any of them going to last until dinnertime? Many girls seemed to be right about to lose it. Nio scratched the back of her head and asked Maria, "So, how much time do you think is left before dinner?" Deep down inside, Nio wanted that girl to stay clean so that Maria could relieve her bowels. That would mean Nio couldn't take care of her filling bladder for a few hours, but she was used to holding in a lot of urine from all those family trips. Stina said to Nio, "I think she's distracted by the boys, but we got less than an hour left. I gotta pee, but I think I can make it. How about you?" "Assuming I'm gonna lose that bet," Nio answered, "I'll end up having to pee really, really bad tonight." She started to fidget as she looked down at her shorts. "Who knows, these shorts might end up full of pee..." She then watched the lemonade servers from a bit of a distance. "But, you know, Stina, if I do pee my pants, I won't be the only one. Look at poor Rowan," she said as she pointed to one rather desperate and frustrated girl grabbing her crotch to avoid any leakage into her ripped jeans. "She's not gonna make it. Which is too bad... You gotta admit, her butt looks so sexy bouncing up and down like that..." Stina eyed the three desperate girls serving lemonade to the growing crowd. As she poured another cup, Stina swore she saw trickles rolling down both legs, but Claire stood tall (though with crossed legs) and acted like nothing was happening, smiling at each customer. The miniskirt meant nothing was showing on her clothes... Stina envied her as her urge to pee ratcheted from "would like to use a bathroom" to "constantly thinking about having to pee."Callie, meanwhile, was doing her best to be flirtatious with all the boys talking to her, but her little bounces and leg crosses took away from her domineering woman aesthetic. Fortunately, boys were boys and thought she was cute no matter what she did. At one point, mid-sentence, she stopped and excused herself and walked away from the crowd. Stina saw her shove her hands in her crotch the moment she thought no one was looking. Stina wondered if she had spurted... when Callie regained control she walked back like nothing happened, no evidence of a leak showing yet. Things were beginning to get chaotic, which was a good thing and a bad thing. It was bad, because, well, it was chaotic. The activity had picked up tremendously, boys and girls alike hungrily eyeing the sorority pledges, and taking this opportunity to enjoy the eye candy. Others, more subtle, approaches the sorority girls with either intentions to buy, or engage them in conversation. Amidst all of this, there were a few ladies and gents, who lingered and socialized, perhaps lingered a little too long, and kept stealing glances and the growing crowd of desperate ladies. It was becoming quite a spectacle. Surely, they’d seen a desperate a woman before? But never so scantily clad, never so many at once, and never such a chance for a few messy pairs of pants. So what was the good news? Well for starters, Maria had to poop. Bad, very bad actually. Her gut was gurgling and churning with the remains of her lunch, and a strong pressure constantly bore down on her curvaceous and eye catching ass. She was desperate, definitely. But she did enjoy the attention, and it seemed that she was getting quite a lot, more than normal actually, and that was saying something. She was definitely enjoying the distraction from her urgency. ”I’ve been out here for awhile now!” She said to a cute guy in a tank top, squirming her legs around slowly. ”Well it’s worth it, business is booming yeah?” He mused, glancing down at her legs. Maria smirked. He’d been glancing at her legs for a minute now. Granted, she’d been wiggling around trying not to shit herself for a good minute, but some of these guys today had taken and odd interest the the ladies distress. She decided to test the waters, why not? ”Yeah, but Callie over there won’t let anyone use the bathroom, it’s part of the pledge.” She signed, placing a hand over her gut and clenching her ass. ”Geeze, that’s a little unnecessary don’t you think?” ”Well you’re in a frat, isn’t ‘unnecessary’ part of the whole experience?” ”True, very true!” He laughed, blushing slightly as Maria looked towards the house, biting her lip. “And.... how are you holding up?” Ahhh, so he is interested. Curious, if nothing else. ”Oh, you know, I’m holding....” she glanced around nervously, then smiled shyly, “.... literally.” ”She really won’t let you guys pee huh?” He said, incredulously, but suggestively. ”Haha, peeing isn’t my problem right now.” She giggled, crossing her legs and placing a hand gently over her ass. “My lunch isn’t really agreeing with me, so I’ve been.... well, trying to cope.” She giggled, stepping in place. He blushed, but smiled suggestively, eyeing her tense, desperate figure up and down. “I thought girls don’t poop?” She smiles wryly, and clenched her ass. “Well this one does, and it’s very inconvenient.” *grrrrmmmmbllleee* ”Ugghhhh....” she moaned, bending over slightly. ”That bad huh?” ”Yeah, definitely.” She smiled, enjoying the strange envy in his eyes. “But you’re me, so that helps.” “She doing my civic duty.” He winked. She saw her group from the corner of her eye, getting a little squirmy as well, and decided to go check in. It’d give this guy a chance to get a look at her burdened ass. ”Hey, I’ll be right back. I gotta go check on some stuff.” She giggled, crossing her legs again. “Don’t go anywhere, I need your help.” She winked, and sauntered off, clenching to contain her bubbling guts the whole time.
  6. After a long stretch of work, I'm finally happy to say that I will be doing a series of shorts for my interactive: The Guild Apprentice. The first short is from the most recent chapter and involves The Bard, Addilyn Tsereteli during her most desperate moments of the story. This is a condensed version of that chapter which is done from Addilyn's point of view. Patented Clom Warning: This story focuses heavily on bowel desperation and farting. This is probably the crudest story I've written, featuring lengthy fart desperation, bowel desperation and stuff I know that doesn't interest a lot of people. That is not the case for all of these shorts, but for this one you've been warned. Enjoy! __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A horde of untamed goblins been troubling the local farmers and as such the call for a Fighter was answered. Ayla had arrived in the hamlet a day before, assisted the local guards with clearing out the caverns they infested and rode off back toward Guilden, stopping only to make camp the night before. Ayla always relished her time near the borders of her homeland. Tall, majestic trees, long flowing rivers of crystal clear water that sparkled in the sun, the majestic songs of birds and wildlife that swept through the forests; The true beauty of the country of Balkana started long before the border. While Addilyn Tsereteli, bard of Balkana, loved her home in Eserith, she always knew her true home was the country of nature and song. The Bard awoke to a beautiful summer morning; the sunlight warming the forest and the fragrant aroma of flowers in the air. As the sun was rising over the trees, Ayla packed up her supplies, prepared herself a treat of cold, sweetberry tea, and relieved herself in the grass before saddling up and making the rest of her journey home. On her day-long journey, Ayla made only one stop - to take a drink from the river and relieve herself against a tree before carrying on toward Fort Victoria. The sun was just setting as she rode along the lakeside and through the gates into the bustling town of Guilden. "Guildhand!" The guards at the gate called out as they noticed her horse brandishing the banner of Fort Victoria. The men stood aside and allowed Ayla to pass, lowering their heads in respect. The Bard left her horse at the stable in the west of town and proceeded through the narrow streets. She passed a group of cheerful market goers, reminding her that she would have to visit the summer fair before it left for the next town. Perhaps celebrating her victory with a bowl of noodles in plum sauce or a nice bottle of rice wine. She passed a group of men investigating a leak in an alleyway, muttering among themselves and soon she ascending the stairs toward Fort Victoria. Almost home. Ringing in the air, the familiar clings and clangs of swords welcomed The Bard. Apprentices practicing in the training yards, yells and grunts as they sparred. Ayla was finally home. She loved returning to these sounds, pretending they were a fanfare announcing her arrival within the fort. It made her feel like a mighty warrior returning to the castle after a grand quest. She strutted through the large iron doors and took in the long-awaited sight of the grand hall. Home. Home at last. Finally home after a long journey, Ayla wanted nothing more than to unpack her bag, perhaps play her violin a little, and then collapse on her bed. But before doing any of that, she had to make one important stop. I've been waiting all day to finally use a privy. She had been sitting on a loaf the whole time she'd been at the border, and the celebratory banquet she had feasted on the night before had finally hit the pits of her stomach. It was a great feast, a whole table of the finest spiced meats, bread and cream cakes the town could put together to honour their saviour. Ayla downed her fill along with a fine helping of wine and as a result she had spent the whole night gassy, farting beneath her sheets until the sun rose. Not once had the need to void her bowels burdened her until now. But even when she was home Ayla could not escape the call of duty. On her way to the lavatory she was caught up by Lucina. The white-haired warrior and Guildmaster of the fort, although she did not consider herself of the title. "Addilyn, I thought I saw you walking through the yard. I'm glad to see you're back safely." She said with warm greeting. "It's nice to see you too, Lucina." The greetings were dull, and felt far more formal than Ayla enjoyed. She struggled to see Lucina as a friend after taking the rank of Guildmaster. "I was hoping there was a favour I could ask of you. I know you've just come back but it's urgent." "Of course, I was hoping I could... never mind. What do you need?" Ayla asked. Lucina puffed out her cheeks and exhaled wearily. "Could you summon Yuka to the study. Myself and Damari wish to have a word with her regarding a recent contract." Of course you do. Ayla held her sigh. "Sure I can. I, um, do you mind if I..." She pointed toward the dining hall. "I'm sorry, I need her in the study now." Without a goodbye, Lucina headed back to her study, leaving Ayla without another word. With Lucina gone, Ayla finally let out her sigh. It was never good when the Guildmaster called a summon and in Yuka's case it was worse. Guildmaster Gregori had always been lenient with Yuka, but since his death that leniency was lost. Yuka suffered the full extent of the Guildmaster's wrath when her contracts went awry and more times than not it only put stress on hers and Lucina's friendship. Ayla had noticed the growing tensions, but she dared not question it. She knew it was naive to believe their bond was too strong for such a divide between them, but she still held onto that belief. On such a beautiful day, there was only one place Yuka could be. Down at the mouldy old dock near the Undercroft. That was where she enjoyed to drink, away from all the loud noises of the Fort. Ayla needed to use the lavatory, but she put it on hold to go seek out her best friend. She'd held all through the day, she could wait a few more minutes. She walked away from the dining hall and made her way toward the Undercroft. She passed the leftovers of several wine bottles scattering a windowsill in the bowels of the fort, and Ayla knew for certain now that Yuka was down at the dock. But she didn't find Yuka at the dock, though the scattered bottles of wine left behind certainly told a story. What she did find was something she hadn't expected. At the far end of the dock, Ayla caught the glimpse of a girl with long grassy hair, bent down in a most indecent position. The girl was squatting, her legs spread, revealing her small starfish between a pair of plump cheeks and the slightest glimpse of her womanly slit. Ayla could see it all, the girl was crouched over the waters edge, a stream of piss running from between her legs, piddling into the water beneath. The girl, completely unaware of Ayla's presence, went about her business with pleasure. The girl was in ecstasy, not letting a moment of her relief pass in silence; She hummed and ha'd as she pissed in the lake, her legs trembling as she squatted, her anus twitching as she strained the last drops from between her legs. Ayla couldn't believe it. She was frozen with disbelief. Such... crude conduct. She must be one of Yuka's friends. Finally, the girl finished up at the edge of the dock. Believing herself to be alone, the girl expelled a bout of wind. She sighed gleefully and finished her pee. After the deed was done, did Ayla decide to make herself known. She knew most of the company Yuka kept, they didn't care for being seen in such an indecent position and she knew it. But that was the first mistake Ayla made - believing this green-haired girl was anything like Yuka. She approached the girl squatting by the lake and gently put out a hand to tap her shoulder. Before she could, she saw a twitch of fear in the squatting girl. The Bard retracted her hand, took a step back and instead decided to address the girl. "E-Excuse m-me, a-are." That was her second mistake. The girl turned to face Ayla, her beautiful eastern eyes staring in terror unmatched by anything Ayla had seen. Her lips trembled, quivering. The girl didn't speak, instead unleashing a terrified shriek that pierced the skies. Ayla felt her ears almost shatter, her heart was racing with trepidation. All Ayla could do to calm the screaming girl was scream back. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She yelled, throwing her arm over her eyes into darkness. "I thought you were just pee... peering! Peering into the water! I didn't know... I'm sorry!" "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE!?" The girl finally spoke, but her composure was next to none. "I JUST GOT HERE! I'M LOOKING FOR A FRIEND." Ayla gulped. If word of this got out, people would think I'm some lewd voyeur! "I'm sorry, please take your time." She turned her back on the girl and pointed towards the stairs. "I'll just wait over there." A flurry of thoughts flew through her head. She couldn't steady her racing heart, she couldn't steady her trembling legs, she was overwhelmed with fear. I heard her fart, I heard her peeing, I saw her... places. And she saw me! Ayla thought. Back a meager five minutes and already she had found herself wound up in the unspeakable. "Alright... I'm d-done. You could've at least waited... or not snuck on me like you did." The girl hissed. "I'm sorry." The girls strict tone made Ayla feel like a child being scolded by her mother. She looked down at her boots, too scared to look the girl in her eyes. "I should've waited. I didn't meant to scare you." I need to not look so scared, I need to look her in the eyes. Slowly, Ayla raised her head, staring into the girls eyes. "It's just... nobody comes down here except for a friend of mine." She rubbed the back of her neck, trying to hide the trembling. "I'm just looking for her. My name is A-" "Ayla!" From behind, Ayla heard the excited squeals of her best friend. "Ayla! Ayla! Ayla!" Before she could even turn around Yuka was already on her, squeezing her and lifting her off the ground. To her surprise, Yuka did not reek of wine. A rarity. "There's my favourite little Princess fucker! I've missed you! I've missed you! I've missed you!" Yuka's hug made The Bard feel warm inside, one of her favourite parts of returning was the first few moments when her best friend saw she was back. She would lift her off her feet and make her feel like she was the only girl in the world who mattered. "Hiya, Yuka! I've missed you too." Ayla spat out a lock of her fiery hair that had ended up in her mouth as Yuka span her around. "I've only been gone a few days." "Yeah, but that feels like a whole month to me without you here!" Ayla felt nearly crushed as Yuka squeezed tighter, never wanting to let The Bard go. As happy as Ayla was, the force only served to speed up matters brewing in her belly. She leant in to Yuka's ear and whispered. "Yuka... do you mind if we... I need to... you know." Yuka started giggling like a juvenile, but she remained silent to Ayla's plight. "Ah okay. Don't want to squeeze it out of you." She put The Bard back on the floor and gave her a wine-soaked kiss on the cheek, still keeping her wrapped in a warm embrace. "Ah, you're awake Shibo! And looking awfully red in the face." She waves to the green-haired girl. "I was gonna say something, but forget it. Did you meet Ayla? Did you introduce yourself." "We've already met." The girl, called Shibo didn't sound too happy about that fact. "Gah! It feels like we don’t talk as much. You never come down here anymore. I love Ledley, but she’s nothing compared to my favourite little bard!" "I'm just trying to keep you and Lucina happy." With those words, Ayla felt the warmth inside her dwindle. She walked away from Yuka, feeling her friends arms slump from her shoulders with little resistance. "That's why I'm here actually." I'm sorry, Yuka. If only I had come down to see you. "She wants to speak with you in the Guildmaster's study." Yuka slumped her shoulders as the joy she felt a moment ago drained away. Ayla could sense it, when she lost her smile, that was when she was not her jovial self. The perky thief looks as grim as death. "Is Damari there?" She asks with a sigh. Yuka did not enjoy dealing with Damari, nor did she enjoy dealing with Lucina. "Damari is there." "Of course he is..." Yuka sighed. Ever since Guildmaster Gregori's death, Damari had overseen everything in the fort with Lucina by his side. It had become well known that those who were summoned to the Guildmaster's study would answer to both him and Lucina. "Alright, best I get this shite out of the way." Before she left, Yuka turned to Shibo and began talking to her, asking her if she would be still be coming out tonight. As Yuka and Shibo spoke about their plans for the night, Ayla looked out over the lake, soaking in the view of the mountains. It's good to be home. She breathed in the fresh air and let out a content sigh. Before she knew it, Yuka was in her face, talking about how Shibo had caught an amazing fish. Ayla listened, but she never had much interest in fishing. She gave the usual questions to make herself look interested but her mind idled on the scenery. Yuka and Shibo returned to talking and Ayla returned to the world in her head. "Ah, right!" Ayla heard Yuka call before hearing a finger snap beside her ear. "Ayla do you want to do your big sis a favour? It would mean the world to me!" She was tired from her journey and she needed to make a "drop" at the privy, but when Yuka give her the look of an alley pup, Ayla couldn't say no. "Of course." Excited, Yuka pulled in Shibo, pressing her against her breasts. "Great! This is a new friend of mine and Ledley's! Her name's Shibo. She's one of the new apprentices! “She could use a hand being shown around the fort, you know, bathing rooms, bunkhouse… getting settled in. I was gonna do that myself, but I can't if I need to go talk to the bastard baroness." "A pleasure to meet you Shibo." Ayla bowed her head, introducing herself properly after the drama that had ensued. It was the least she could do. "You didn't think of showing her around when you met her?" She asked Yuka. "Fort Victoria can be pretty overwhelming for New Apprentices." "Hehe, don't I know. I needed to take a piss earlier and ended up in an empty room." Yuka chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck. “Would you believe me if I told you I was waiting for the best navigator of Fort Victoria to return home?” "I wouldn't" "What if I told you that I was showing her all that famous Guildhand comradery by inviting her down for drinks in the sun?" She rubbed the back of her neck nervously once more. For a thief, Yuka didn't make a good liar when Ayla was involved. Everything became a joke. "Yuka~" The Bard put her hands on her hips sternly and shook her head with disappointment. "How did you meet her? It's not often you talk to the apprentices... unless your teasing them." You seem to forget your warnings for going too far with your pranks. “Okay, settle in. I’m going to tell you all about it. From the beginning!” Ayla already knew what was coming as Yuka puffed out her chest and cleared her throat. “You see, our fine lady had consumed too much wine at her royal banquet, and as such became incapacitated! As time passed, she felt the pressing, really dire urge to piss.” Yuka enticed her into the story with a worrisome stare. “It was leg-crossingly, pant-wettingly bad! Our fair lady, unable to contain her royal dam, tried her best to hold herself. But it was near hopeless… Until a noble saviour swept in! That saviour’s name?” She pointed over to Shibo, welcoming the girl into the story with a mock fanfare. “Shibo! This noble Knight offered to take our royal lady to the royal lavatory so that she could take a royal leak!” Ayla felt herself being pulled into the story, captivated by the fantastic storyteller that was Yuka. “So our brave Knight carried our fair lady, who tried and tried to hold it, sacrificing her own decency so she could avoid flooding her royal chambers! Finally, we arrived! The Princess was overjoyed, throwing herself from her saviour’s grasp so could finally tinkle, and oh what a tinkle it was going to be! But alas, an evil wizard had cast a cruel spell on the castle! Swapping the lavatory and another more barren room. The Princess had stumbled upon an empty room, devoid of a place for her to go!” Ahem! Both Ayla and Yuka looked over to Shibo, who cleared her throat. "I, uh, don't recall that part." She said, unimpressed. Yuka brushed off Shibo's qualms, a gesture that made Ayla giggle. “The Knight didn’t know of the vile curse! But the Princess could sense it!” Ayla always knew her best friend had a flair for theatre, and it showed. She continued listening with bated breath. “It felt like it was over. She leaked a royal leak as all hope was as drained as she wished to be. But there was still hope for our leaky princess.” Yuka points a powerful toward the lake. “The land of eternal hope! A land where any desperate girl could squat, stand and tinkle! The Princess had to make it here. She pleaded with the knight, but at first he was reluctant.” Ahem! Shibo cleared her breath again, this time looking agitated with her arms crossed firmly. "I'm not a he. Also she's only asking ho-" “Silence, Knight! This is the Princess’s rendition! So, the Knight was reluctant, but even he came around and saw the pain the Princess was in. Only the land of eternal hope could relieve her. So they ventured onward, out into the blazing heat. The Princess rode atop the Knight, too desperate to even walk…” Ayla felt her smile grow as she was further engrossed in this thrilling tale. It reminded her of the stories The Crafter would tell her. “We made it, and just in the nick of time! The Princess could see it, an unending sea before her. Delighted, knowing relief was just a second away, she hopped off the Knight and rushed to the waters edge. She pulled aside her royal attire and pissed, and oh did she piss! The lake water rose three inches that day! Peasants who drank from the lake were cured of any ailment. Including poverty! And at long last the Princess was relieved. To thank her noble Knight, she insisted he stay for wine, unaware that not only did wine make him tremendously gassy, but sleepy too. Our fine Princess would nap atop his glorious thighs! And that’s how it all happened!” After a moment of silence where it seems like Yuka is waiting for a thunderous applause, she shrugs her shoulders and smiles. “I hope we got the moral of the story: If in doubt, the land of eternal hope is here for you!" Shibo muttered something under her breath, too quiet for anybody else to hear. She began clapping slowly, looking awkwardly at Yuka, who takes a victory bow. "I didn't think you were such a good storyteller, bar some embellishment. You should be a playwright." "Embellishment is the mother of all modern tales." The Bard added. That was the first rule The Crafter had taught her. "I learned from the best, I did." Ayla found herself being pulled in and once again tangled in one of Yuka's hugs. "Seeing my fiery-haired little princess fucker is all the inspiration I need." "You're still my favourite storyteller in the whole realm." It's like being back with my older sister. Ayla thought as she wrapped her arms around Yuka, embracing her best friend. "You'll have to tell me what I've missed. In a similar manner, of course." "It's a date! For now though, I should go speak with the baroness before she beats me with the stick up her arse.” Off Yuka ran, stopping only to turn back to Ayla “So you’ll show Shibo around?” "Sure. I'm happy to help." The Thief vanished in the blink of an eye, using the speed she had built a reputation on. Even now watching her dart off into the distance still amazed Ayla. But once Yuka was gone, the air had grown quiet... and awkward. The Bard stood, being watched by Shibo and both were unsure what to say. Ayla adjusted her dress, swept back her hair and gave her new friend a kind smile and an offering of her hand. "Allow me to introduce myself properly this time!" She followed up with a bow. "My name is Addilyn Tsereteli, Bard of Balkana, Admirable Archer of the Arcane and and Royal-certified Guildhand of Guilden. Though... most just call me Ayla." She finished her excited introduction humbly. Shibo glared at Ayla, looking overwhelmed by The Bard's introduction. Ayla was used to that look, partly stuck between wanting to punch her in the face and wanting to warmly shake her hand. Thankfully, the former had only happened once. Shibo smacked her lips. "Shibo Kenshiko, though most just call me Shibo." She introduced herself with an awkward chuckle. "I, uh, am sorry I startled you while you were... you know." And then, unsure if it was driven by guilt, or stupidity, Ayla made the most bizarre offer. "If it'll make you feel any better... I could tell you a story about me?" What am I saying!? She couldn't believe the words coming from her mouth. The girl, brushing her green-hair aside, glared, unamused by the offer. "And what good would that do?" "Well..." Why am I still talking? "It might make you feel better if you hear something worse. I don't want us to get off on the wrong foot. Also it assures you that I won’t go gossiping, right? You’d be surprised how quickly word gets around this place." It's fine. She'll say no. Why would she want to hear something so ridiculous? "On second thought, I'm curious now." Shibo answered with a smug grin growing on her lips. "It is only right to accept the offer of embarrassing secrets." Gah! Of course she's one of Yuka's friends! She's a pervert! Ayla had expected her to say no. She would've taken some comfort in at least knowing she offered, but that brief moment of confusion from Shibo had made The Bard adamant she'd turn it down. Ayla twiddled her thumbs, damning herself for what she'd done. "Hehe... I guess I did offer that, huh?" With a beating heart and cheeks as red as beets, Ayla started delving into her most embarrassing story; she remembered it like it was just yesterday - a tale about herself and her friends going out for drinks to celebrate her rank as a Guildhand. Ayla started the story slow, regret troubling her for getting herself in this situation. She spoke of getting drunk, filling herself to the brim on every ale the tavern could offer. The taste of bitter dripped on her tongue as she recalled it. Just as she got to the part about being carried home drunk, Ayla felt her tongue weigh on her. She seized up and couldn't say another word of her story. "You know... the rest if pretty silly. You don't want to hear it." She chuckled nervously, hoping Shibo would be happy with just that. It didn't sit with Shibo, who merely shrugged her shoulders. "Would you mind continuing? You've made me curious now." "C-Curious about an embarrassing story." It's Matilda all over again. This girl is perverted. "You sound like my old girlfriend. Or Yuka." Again, Shibo shrugged her shoulders, showing that she was unwilling to hear anything against it. “I have to admit, Yuka’s story has put me in the mood for something with some bardic flair! And who better to tell it than a bard?” “Yeah but… I could tell you about dragons or a great siege or something… Does it need to be about me… and… pissing?” “It was your suggestion.” Shibo chuckled. “You don’t need to be so ashamed about telling me. Especially after… you know.” She pointed behind her, to the scene of the crime, still fresh. “Look at how Yuka told you her story so boldly. She told it like a bard, not sparing a single detail, and with a clear voice.” For the first time, Shibo sounded encouraging, but right now all that did was make Ayla even more uncomfortable. This girl REALLY wants to hear this. She grabbed the hem of her dress, rubbing her hands against the soft fabric. It made her feel at peace. “I d-don’t think bards tell these kinds of stories, especially to a big audience.” She rubbed her ruby cheeks. Shibo strutted past her and plopped herself down on a chair left on the dock. “Well for now, it’s just me. I’m your audience.” She leant forward in the chair. “Don’t be embarrassed. Think of it like any other story. Fighting a dragon, fighting legions of undead, just think of it like that!” Ayla covered her mouth, hiding a chuckle. “You’re… really eager to hear this aren’t you?” She said softly. She's a pervert, she's a pervert, she's a pervert. “You offered. A good bard doesn’t tell a story and stop halfway.” Shibo sat, hands crossed. “Just go when you’re ready. Take your time.” Although her cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment, Ayla clenched her fist. She was a bard, a creator of stories, and she wouldn't falter from the task. “Okay.” She brushed a strand of fiery hair from her eyes and took a deep breath. This would be the best performance Shibo had ever heard. “So later that night I woke up in pitch blackness. With all the drinking, and merriment going on in town, I didn’t get a chance to “Spend a penny” before bed. So I woke up fit to burst. A whole night of wine trying to break me down like the walls of a grand castle! In a really sloppy state, I was left with no choice but to drag myself to the privies.” I need movement! To show her what it was really like! Ayla began mimicking the motions of that night like they were happening again.“Do you know what it’s like moving around in the dark when you’re really drunk, plus you really need to piss? It’s not pleasant. I felt like a zombie, full of wine and piss, dragging my feet through the dark, eerie corridors of Fort Victoria on my quest for relief.” This isn't so bad. “I finally, after a long hobble through the halls, got to the privies. But do you know what I found? That they were locked! But!” She raised a finger. “Only the girls. So I did what any girl would do in my situation…” Her tongue began to seize again as memories of what happened next flooded her mind. “I used the boys privies…” "Don't be shy about it." Shibo, who looked enthralled, clenched her fist, urging her to carry on. "Just remember how Yuka told hers and keep going!" "Right!" Ayla felt reinvigorated, like she was telling a gripping, grand ballad before the courts of the finest castle. “So in I went, secretly and slyly, knowing if I’d be caught it would be over. A girl using the boys privy? I’d be chastised until the end of time! In I went, quiet as a whisper and to my own desperate dismay I noticed something horrible; the privies were nowhere to be seen, removed from existence…” Again, the haunting thoughts dulled the flame inside her. “...All there was… was the… iron t-trough… which I tried to… I pulled down my shorts and… in the trough…” She could still remember looking down at the dull steel trough, puzzling herself at how she was supposed to use it without the proper faculties. Looking disgusted, Shibo leant in. "You... didn't... in the..." SHE'S A PERVERT! “I g-got stage fright. Doing it like a boy, I couldn’t, no matter how much I had to go. Yuka makes it look so easy, huh?” Ayla could only shrug her shoulders. “Keeping a strong face… I zipped back up and ran back into the black night, at this point I wouldn’t make it much longer. Ah!” Remembering Yuka's own tale, Ayla thrust a finger toward the lake. “The land of eternal hope, as Yuka calls it! I just had to make it out of the fort and down to the waters edge. A bush, a tree, a ledge, that's not as embarrassing as in the boys! When you're a traveller, you're basically raised peeing in nature! So off I went! On my walk out, all I could think of was just getting it done, but then fate threw a horrible twist! I heard voices coming up from town. I couldn’t let those people see me in my state, nor could I let them know where I was going. So… I ran and hid in the stable until they could pass. But then, another cruel twist of fate for the poor bard! My attempts to avoid detection worked too well! one of the boys locked me in the stables, unaware of my presence. That..." That was the worst part. "Was the end of it. I couldn't hold it in any longer. Alone, drunk, and about to water myself like a plant… I did it right there… in the hay.” "Let me guess, somebody saw you making water in the hay?" There was a subtle look of disgust on Shibo's face. Ayla could barely see it, but she knew it was there. It had been much worst, but Ayla wasn't yet at that part. “You’d think that. But here's the biggest twist of the whole story." And here came the twist, the most important part of any story, but recounting her worst moment didn't give Ayla the energy she needed for the grand finale. "It was, actually, all a dream. I was sleeping, and… actually relieving myself… in my bed.” “Your bed?” Shibo asked. “My bed.” Ayla confirmed it. “Did anybody find out about it?” “Funny you should say that,” And here was the biggest twist, the twist of the twist. “I was sharing a bed with my g-girlfriend at the time. We were c-cuddling so, of course, I ended up making my water against her back.” Not that it bothered Matilda, she always had a thing for that. “She got pretty soaked.” The warm memories of her old lover made Ayla giggle. “I… uh… So that’s it! A tale as shameful as your own!" I need a moral! Yuka's story had a moral! All good stories have a moral! Aha! "You don’t need to be so ashamed about doing what we all do. We’re Guildhands! Adventurers! We pee where we have to, right?” Unable to think of anything else to say, Ayla finished her story with a thumbs up that must've looked as awkward as it felt. Shibo looked lost for words, her mouth was wide open but no words came out. "I... guess." She said, just saying something to fill the empty air. "But that story's just our little secret right?" Overcome with the excitement she hadn't felt in a long while, The Bard wrapped up her enchanting tale with a bow and a question. "I haven't had a chance to tell a story in a while, even if it was my most embarrassing one. So what did you think?" She expected praise, applause befitting of the best playwrights, but what Ayla expected was not what Ayla got. With a smug smile, Shibo crossed her arms. "I thought it was cute." "C-Cute?" C-Cute! She really is a pervert! She couldn't look a stranger in the eyes after being told that. I just told her a story about wetting myself... and she found it cute! "No! No! No! You weren't meant to say that!" Ayla screamed with scorn. "It's not a cute story! It was a recollection of my most embarrassing moment! It wasn't meant to be cute!" Her cheeks felt hot as blood rushed to them, she must have looked as red as a pepper. "You’re supposed to say that it made you feel better! That was my intention! You can’t call my most shameful moments cute!” What kind of pervert calls that kind of story cute!? "Well it did." Shibo shrugged. "But that doesn't mean I didn't find it adorable." She said with a smug smile. "Adorable?" She's doing this on purpose! She has to be! "I tell you that I peed myself and you tell me it was cute and adorable like you’re one of those sleazy patrons at the Le’moir!” Befitting of the sleaziest, filthiest hole in all of Guilden! That's the kind of pervert she is! Shibo gasped, recoiling with disgust. "What kind of voyeur do you take me for!?" She protested. "It's not lewd of me to tell you that story was adorable." "It wasn't adorable!" Ayla couldn't take it, she couldn't look this voyeur in the eyes any longer. All she saw in those gleaming eastern eyes was a girl imagining her making a large stain on her sheets. “Imagine if it was you in my situation, reeling, desperate, about to burst! Imagine dreaming that you're making your water, only to wake up and see you're pissing your bed… with your girlfriend still in it!” “I can’t say I went in my bed...” With a gentle jerk of her finger, Shibo pointed once again to the large damp patch on the stone. “But please don’t make me say it." “Oh… r-right...” Ayla glanced over Shibo's shoulder. “I f-forgot.” Now she just felt guilty, retreating from Shibo's gaze and burying her head beneath her long fiery locks. “I can’t really speak, can I? I guess you do know what it’s like." Wanting to lighten the mood, she chuckled. "At least you didn't do it up somebody though." “Can we move on from this?” Shibo sighed. It was obvious she'd grown weary of the conversation. “Would you mind showing me up to the chambers?" Ha! We can move on from this! "Gladly! Grab your bag and let's get going. It's quite a way from the Undercroft!" Ayla rushed off toward the stairs, expecting Shibo to be right behind her. She'd hoped the new apprentice would be excited about seeing her new quarters, but as Ayla looked back to check, it was obvious she did not share her energy. "I... um, do you need a moment for anything else?" Shibo shook her head, hoisted her rucksack over her shoulder and followed Ayla into the Undercroft. The girls ventured through the bowels of the fort. To fill the silence, Ayla talked about Yuka, warning Shibo for what she'd gotten herself into. The blonde haired thief that Ayla called her best friend drank endlessly, farted when she pleased, and groped most things in range of her and to most apprentices that was enough for them to keep their distance. Shibo was well aware and didn't seem so bothered about being teased. But the best part came when Ayla shared the one thing about Yuka that made most people almost faint with disbelief. "She's royal-certified." The sounds as Shibo stammered and stuttered, trying to reply to what she'd just heard gave Ayla a fit of the giggles. At least she didn't go pale, or shriek, or question it violently, believing she was being tricked. She looked to be frozen in time, jaw agape, trying to make sense of what she'd just been told. The Royal Guildhands were the best of the Guild, and to see a girl with such poor conduct carry that rank and its reputation was too much for some people to understand. Past the spiral stairs, the girls had a run-in with two of the guilds more reclusive workers. It was Shibo who noticed first, retreating back into the corridor when she heard the approaching footsteps. "Shibo, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost?" "I'm fine, just a little startled by the footsteps, is all." Yuka's been gossiping about them hasn't she? It was a petty pasttime of Yuka's to beguile apprentices about the girls in the Undercroft, making them out to be demons who worked in the shadows, feasting on people who strayed down here. And Ayla wondered why Lucina wanted her in her study. The girls walked out into the corridor and were met by Andi, the assistant, and daughter of Fort Victoria's distinguished gunsmith, the small dark-haired engineer Margo. Although her short stature and pudgy face gave her the appearance of a child, Margo was older than expected. Eighteen years. She kept much of figure concealed beneath a dark, oil-smelling cloak. Andi, after her usual warm greetings, spoke to Shibo. Ayla was surprised to see the two had met, especially after their falling out with Yuka. From what she heard, it seemed that Shibo was supposed to meet Andi and her mother for tea, but based on the compromising position Ayla had found her in, and Yuka's fondness for her, it looked like that didn't happen. “I didn’t know she’d made plans with you both. Heh, if I’d known I’d have offered to walk her to the gunsmith." She said nothing of where Shibo had been, or who she'd been with. That was best for all. They converse a short while, but not for too long. After a half-arsed introduction by Margo, Andi was interrupted by her pulling at her dress, looking quite impatient. "Andi, can we please-" She winces, her feet crossed beneath the confines of her cloak, "I drank quite a bit of tea." Andi leaned down and whispered into her mothers ear. "Can you not hold it another min-" "No, now Andi!" She began pushing Andi down the corridor, off towards the privies with fuming impatience. "I can't stand another minute for you to idly chit-chat." The girls disappeared toward the privies before Andi could finish her conversation, leaving Ayla and Shibo alone in the corridors. “Don’t take it personally.” Ayla said, trying to lighten the mood. “Margo rarely speaks to anybody in the guild. She shows up, works in the gunsmith and then heads home.” She rarely does anything else. She's just in there all day with Andi. “She doesn’t get along with most of us. I used to talk with her and Andi all the time, but she and Yuka had a… falling out…” “A falling out?" With a heartsunk frown, Ayla described their strained relationship. "She and Yuka had a small "disagreement" about something. We don't like to talk about it.” She put it plainly, sparing the details that even she didn't like to recount. Suddenly, the thought of the nearby privies reminded Ayla that she had urgent business to attend to. She had wished to make a deposit at the privy before Lucina had her off hunting down Yuka and now she was growing desperate, the weight of last nights feast was pushing down on her lower tummy. I guess since I'm here, I could use the privies down there. "Do you mind if I make a quick stop before we head up?" Ayla felt her cheeks grow warm. "I, umm, just need to take care of something. It's okay if you want to keep going." Please say yes. "You probably want to get settled in right?" Please say yes. "I can wait if you're eager to get to your new quarters." Shibo shrugged her shoulders, she didn't seem too bothered. "Sure." She replied. That was all Ayla wanted to hear. She'd been desperate to go since getting back, but now she was struggling to hold it. "T-Thank you. I've been travelling all night and didn't have a chance to stop." Not to deal with this anyway. "I hadn't even got to unpack my stuff before the Guildmaster had me looking for Yuka." She rushed down the corridor, but as if the lords of fate had spat in her face, tragedy struck, and Ayla could see she wouldn't be using the lavatory the moment she saw a very animated Margo staring up in pain at the door. For herself, Ayla didn't mind; It was just a mild inconvenience. But for Margo, who was shuffling on her feet, pressing her hands between her legs, it was a different story. "What's wrong with the lavatory?" Ayla asked. "It's out of order." Andi replies with a disappointed sigh. "Mother should-" Margo didn't wait to listen to her daughter. Already, the pudgy engineer was storming back off down the hallway, muttering curses in her native tongue. Although Ayla was barely versed in the tongue of Steilheim, she was certain she heard the word "fuck" more than once. "Mother! W-Wait up!" Andi rushed off after her. All four girls reunited in the corridors. Margo pacing back and forth, continuing to curse. Her usual pale face was glowing red as she bit her lip, wincing in agony. "Mother... It's not too bad, is it?" Andi asked with a sorrowful voice. "I drank a whole pot of tea, what do you think!?" At least you didn't eat an entire table of food. Ayla commented in her head. "Would you feel better if we went down to the lake?" Her daughter suggested. "You could tinkle there." For a girl so reserved, the thought of pissing in a murky lake filled Margo with disgust, and it showed as her face twisted at the thought. But to Ayla, it looked like there was a brief moment of contemplation. "P-Please" She shook her head. “I have some semblance of decency! I’m not that wine-drinking fotze who sullies where she pleases!” "I can't go down to the lake either." Ayla added. I wish I could. "I, uh, need to use a privy." If she had to piss, she wouldn't have had a doubt of squatting over the water and relieving herself there, but the thought of crimping off a solid length in the lake was a thought too vile for The Bard to comprehend. Without warning, Margo wandered off again, this time off toward the upper halls of the Fort. “We’ll just have to go up to the halls." She was already far down the corridor, her words traipsing into an echo. I... I need to go with them. I can't hold it in much longer. With a warm brow, Ayla placed her hand on Shibo's shoulder. "D-Do you m-mind if we g-go with them?" Shibo did not object, and with her permission, both girls caught up with Andi and Margo. The nearest facilities after the Undercroft were in the dining hall. On the walk, Ayla feared the hall would be packed. Over a hundred Guildhands filling their empty bellies and relieving their full bladders after a hard day on the training yards. The line would be long, longer than she'd be able to wait. She walked slowly, keeping her pace with Margo, who waddled along, wincing with every step. Andi and Shibo continued their conversation, leaving Ayla to her own business. She focused all of her strength on holding herself. She clenched her fists in a desperate need to distract herself from the pain in her belly. Her steps were rough and slow, the hard head of the turtle pushing against her hole with every step. “Ayla? How are you feeling?” She had been so distracted she didn't even notice Shibo had asked her. Like I could just go in my knickers. "Ha! I'm fine!" She downplayed her own urges, hiding too that her issues lay with her bowels, not her bladder. "Seeing the lavatory though, made me feel a bit weaker." “Where are we going, anyway?” Shibo looked around at the girls, waiting for any to answer. “The dining hall. That’s the nearest lavatory from here.” Andi is the first, and most willing, to answer. She looked down at her mother and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Mother, are you sure you wouldn’t be better just using a beaker in the sm-” "Don’t say another-” Margo was not keen on the attention, rejecting her mother with a push. “Please just… silence until we get to the lavatory.” The rest of their walk was in silence, the only sounds were the soft whimpers of Margo as she ferried a full bladder up the stairs and along to the dining halls. Through the empty corridors, the girls finally arrived in the large hall of the fort. And it was just as Ayla had feared. She didn't care for the tables full of fighters ripping away at their meals. Her eyes immediately went toward the lavatory at the rear of the hall. "Look at that line..." She said miserably, raising a finger toward the line of desperate people waiting patiently outside the privies. "We couldn't have come at a worse time." "What do you want to do, mother?" Andi looked down at her mother, who was bulging beneath her cloak, her short stubby legs shaking. "Should we just go home and you can use our toilet?" "I don't think I can suffer the long walk home." Margo squeaked. "T-There are facilities in the living quarters, correct? T-Those are closer. We'll just have to use them." The living quarters!? The very thought of suffering the long walk to the rear of the castle made Ayla falter for a brief moment. In the moment of weakness, she felt her tightly puckered hole unclench, something slimy poking slightly from her opening. The Bard winced and pressed her hands against her hole. "They're all the way in the north wing!" Suddenly, her hand caught something nestled in her pocket. Ayla remembered. She breathed a sigh of relief. She was saved. She raised her hand meekly and grabbed the attention of all three girls. "I, uh... have an idea. We could u-use the lavatory in the Guildmaster's q-quarters." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small silver key. "I, uh, have a key." The girls glared at the silver key in Ayla's hand. "Why on earth do you have a key for the Guildmaster's quarters?" Margo, of the three girls, was the one to ask. "I got it from Lucina." And forgot to give it back/ "And we're welcome to use her facilities?" Ayla chuckled nervously. "Not exactly. I, uh, borrowed this key and forgot to give it back." Both girls stared at the key with devilish temptation. The Guildmaster's quarters was just up one set of stairs. The finest chamber in the whole fort, and she had a key for it. She'd been in there plenty of times, but never had she used the privy. She could only imagine it being a grand room, lavished with the most fragrant flowers and a marble box to sit your arse atop. The thought was too tempting to pass up, but she needed to hear from the other girls first. Finally, Margo opposed, turning her back on the key. "I can't, and neither can you. We're not getting in trouble for trespassing." Oooh... I was hoping she'd say yes! The visions of a sweetly-scented marble privy were fading from her mind. "I have to agree with Margo." Shibo added. "We can't trespass in the Guildmaster's quarters just to use their toilet." "S-See?" Margo pointed toward Shibo. "At l-least she has some s-sense!" Andi spoke up too. "I agree with mother and Shibo. Lucina wouldn't appreciate us trespassing in her quarters and using her facilities. No matter how desperate the situation." "We have some respect for her privacy. I also quite enjoy my work, even if it is in a dark filth-ridden dungeon. I'm not going to damn that for the sake of my comfort." Margo spoke like a cannon fired, hitting Ayla's gut with a growing feeling of guilt with each word she spoke. The tone of her voice growing angrier. "You said the other lavatories were in the living quarters, right Ayla?" Shibo asked. "That's all the way in the north tower!" Ayla replied with a whimper. Just thinking about the privy made her hole quiver. "If I don't get to privy soon I'm going to..." Ahh! I can't say it out loud! The Bard shuffled on her feet, turning her eyes away from Shibo. She could feel the warmth as blood rushed to her cheeks. "Might go..." That was the only way she could say it, like an embarrassed little girl. "You can hold it." Shibo said with an encouraging smile. The apprentice did her best to be supportive. Uhh... I wanted to go use Lucina's privy so badly. I can't go on my own. "You're right." Ayla returned the apprentice's smile. "It'd be rude to just invite myself into Lucina's quarters and use her privy lavatory." I really need to... "Let's just go." And then, without warning, horror swept over her; Ayla's eyes widened, her lips trembled. From her quivering hole, a small tuff of wind escaped. Ah! Ayla wanted to scream, it wasn't loud but it was certainly ripe, polluting the air around her. "We need to get going now! Right now! Now! Now! Now!" As if possessed, The Bard grabbed Shibo by the shoulder and vacated the dining hall. Please don't smell it! Please don't smell it! Please don't smell it! "Did I hear something just now?" Shibo asked with a puzzled look. Ah! She heard it! "No! Nothing! Nothing at all! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" Ayla pushed Shibo out into the corridor. Already she felt another gurgle and her urge to break wind was growing. Her stomach felt bloated, her ring began twitching as she tried to hold in the impending fart. Once she was in the corridor Ayla walked frantically toward an open window in the middle of the corridor. She turns her butt to the window and let loose there, the air lifting her skirt, and let the wind carry her foul air. Thankfully for The Bard nobody seemed to care that she'd rushed off. Shibo and Andi were distracted by Margo, who had stopped just outside the dining hall. Her face tensed up and the engineer fell onto her knees, still covered by her long cloak. Please no! Ayla pleaded with the gods of fate. Margo looked incapacitated, so full to the brim that she could no longer stand on her own two feet. The girls chatted out of earshot of Ayla, who was busy dealing with her own problems out of earshot of the girls. She could see Andi and Margo whispering to each other, which was never a good sign. Margo only ever resorted to whispers when it was something rather unpleasant that she didn't wish to share. "What's the matter?" Ayla called back to her friends. Please hurry! "Mother is feeling a bit... over-encumbered. She just needs a moment." Another toot polluted the fresh air, riper than the last. Ayla grimaced, grasping her belly and hobbling up and down. "I d-don't think I have a moment!" The weight of her bowels made it feel like there was a landslide pushing against her puckered ring, about to break free into her knickers. "P-Please hurry!" Shibo looked up from consoling Margo, her eyes glanced at The Bard as she let loose in the wind for a third time. “Ayla, can you hold it a little longer? Just while Margo has a moment to pull herself together. You should go on ahead if you can't." "Ah... I-I..." I-I'd love to... There was nothing Ayla wanted more than to rush off, but she couldn't. But a Royal Guildhand must put others before themselves. She remembered the oath she had sworn. If she abandoned Margo and rushed off to selfishly cater to her own needs she wouldn't forgive herself. "No, it's f-fine." Even thinking about it filled her with guilt, the thought of breaking her honour and leaving a helpless girl to an unfortunate accident. "It wouldn't be fair to Margo if I left you all and took care of myself." "That's very considerate of you, Ayla." Andi smiled. "But please don't make yourself uncomfortable for mother's sake." The Bard let loose another toot, wetter than the last three, growing the fear that she had just drawn mud in her knickers. "It's n-no problem, Andi. I can wait." I can't wait! Please hurry! She tried to disguise her discomfort with a feigned smile that didn't last long. It was at that moment, just when things seemed bleak for both desperate girls, that an unlikely thing occurred. "I don't mind carrying you, Margo." Shibo knelt down on one knee and offered herself to Margo. Everything went silent as Margo and Andi whispered among themselves. Ayla kept her distance, squeezing her thighs and fighting against the forces bearing down on her anus. Her muscles were beginning to feel weak, trembling. She was losing the fight, but she had to hold out. All she could do now was relieve the pressure in her tummy by the open window, concealing the evidence of the vile acts committed by her rear. The girls whispered among themselves again. And finally, much to Ayla's joy, Margo agreed to the odd proposition. She wrapped her arms around Shibo's shoulders and allowed the new apprentice to carry her. Haa... we can get going! I n-need to hurry, I can feel the troll coming out of the cave!" Right, can we g-get going please?" Feeling her stomach settle briefly, Ayla approached the girls. "We've got the whole fort to walk through." The walk was agony, worse than she could imagine. Ayla could hardly walk, moving with a stiff, rigid movement. It felt like she was walking with a rod up her backside, every step jostling it loose. To make it worse, she was forced to match the speed of Shibo, who carried Margo with caution and care. Her stomach grumbled, her legs trembled, and it was beginning to look impossible. The wind was the worst part, her gut gurgled and the only resistance was the weakening muscles of her rectum, clenching her ring shut with dwindling strength. It was the worst for Ayla near the north tower. As the girls walked through the corridors, Ayla felt herself slip, and as she took a rogue step forward, her sphincter unclenched, and the fart she had been holding escaped with a loud, indistinct creak. Her cheeks burned like wildfire as she caught glimpse of two apprentices out on the balcony, enjoying an evening puff of their pipes. The girls behind her looked around, trying to make out the source of the creaking sound; Shibo was the one to ask. "Did I just hear a floorboard creak?" "Ha... yep! Loose floorboards!" Ayla chuckled. I need to go before they realize floorboards don't leave such a smell. A few more minutes of agonizing walking. There was only silence between the girls, leaving Ayla with the teasing thoughts in her head. Margo looked no better, pressing herself against Shibo and whimpering every few steps. This is embarrassing... I feel like a little girl being guided to the privy. Everybody we pass keeps looking... The pressure in her gut made her feel bloated again, like she was going to pop. I... really... need to... fart... She needed to get away just for a moment. If she could get somewhere quiet, she could at least relieve herself of some of the air in her tummy. Luckily, the last corridor before the tower was connected to the old balconies overlooking the lake. The balcony! Perfect! She clapped her hands together gleefully. She just needed to slip away for a moment and then relief could be hers. Ayla stopped just before doorway to the balcony. "Hey, you guys go on ahead without me. I... need a moment."Ayla addressed her friends with a straining voice. She tried to keep her composure, clenching the muscles of her rectum as tightly as her strength would allow her. "Okay, let's go, Shibo." Margo was accepting of the idea, pressing her thighs against Shibo and spurring her forward like a horse. "Mother, no! Ayla was kind enough to wait for you. We'll be kind enough to wait for her." Andi addressed Margo sternly with a waggle of her finger. "You're a grown girl, you can hold it in for a moment." "Are you not aware of my current circums-" "Do what you have to do, Ayla. But please be quick." Andi ignored her mother and spoke to directly to Ayla. She gestured toward the doorway she was heading toward, ignoring the desperate mutterings of Margo who continued to squirm impatiently on Shibo's shoulders. They're not even going to ask? Ha... thank the heavens. "Thank you, Andi. I promise I'll be quick." With her friends waiting, Ayla staggered out onto the walkway, almost doubled over as her stomach felt like it was about to pop. She feared a wrong move would be enough to ignite the bubbles brewing in her gut. She was alone out here, nobody would hear the sinful sounds that would come from her backside. Her cheeks were burning; even when she was alone, Ayla felt embarrassed about breaking wind. The sound, the smell, anybody passing could catch a whiff, but right now she had no choice. She was completely alone. She walked to the very end of the balcony, as far away from the door as she could. Once she was certain nobody would hear the evidence, Ayla turned, aiming her butt towards the lake, and as soon as she heard the wind whistle, let loose a reeking whistle of her own. Oooh... I needed that. The pressure in her gut abated as Ayla let a gust of wind loose in her knickers. "Haa..." She moaned, quivering with glee. That one was skirt-lifting. Her stomach rumbled and within seconds the need to break wind was already overwhelming. Ayla leant back on the railing and let out a second tuff of wind. She squeaked as the second toot came with more than just a foul smell. Something reared its slimy head again, pushing against her hole. Ah! The troll's almost out of the cave! She couldn't idle any longer. She rushed back into the corridors, keeping her hands behind her back, subtly holding them against her puckered ring. If she didn't get to the privy soon, there'd be a mess to clean up. "Ha, sorry about that." Ayla re-approached the party, keeping her composure, albeit poorly. Her knees were weak, trembling, about to give in as she felt the urge to just squat down and fill her knickers. "I was just making sure... the city was... okay!" She bumbled, piecing together the first words that came into her head. What a pisspoor excuse, they'll know something was amiss... I can't tell them I just went to fart... it'd be embarrassing. Thankfully, none of the girls looked interested in asking. Margo was squirming on Shibo's back, each uncomfortable shuffle the small girl made looked to be her last. She buried her head in Shibo's shoulder while Andi tried to comfort her mother, reassuring her that soon they'd be at the privy. Thank the heavens. Rigid and stiff, but with her stomach somewhat settled, Ayla pushed on with the girls, on toward the north tower. The lavatory in the north tower resided down a short, dimly lit corridor. A lone wooden door marked the entrance and before she even got close, Ayla could sense something was amiss. She could make out the note pinned to the door and she knew it was not a good sign. Dockert... you senile old... Gah! What's happening this time? "No! No! No!" She dashed ahead of the other girls and ripped the note from the door, desperate to read it. A note to all apprentices: “There’s only one working privy while we fix the waterway beneath the halls. So if you’ve got to squirt out that rancid filth they serve in the mess, you can turn back ‘round and shit there. Don’t worry, we’re not going to have you pissing from the balconies all night. Work’ll be done shortly after dinner. So keep your arseholes puckered 'til then” - Dockert "Oh thank heavens... I thought we were in trouble." "What? What does it say?" Just as she finished reading the note was yanked from her hands by Margo, who glanced over it, crumpled it up and threw it on the floor. “A-At least one is still functional… that old custodian is still good for some…” Margo froze, and then without warning, struck the door open with her foot. "Just one more door!" “Hold on! What do we d-do about the o-one stall?” Andi exclaimed, sounding as worried as both desperate girls. “Both of you need to go?” Neither girls answer her question. Ayla didn't want to think about how it would be done. She was on the verge of soiling herself, and looking at how frantically Margo struck the door, she was on the verge of wetting herself. Both girls needed to get to the privy and only then could they decide who would get to plop themselves down first. The familiar sight of the lavatory. At last, Ayla was here. She smiled with glee, just another minute and she'd be seated, knickers around her knees and unloading the burdens of her stomach. She glanced around, seeing the one privy open to her, the small wooden box waiting for her, teasing her. "Ha~" That was the best sight she'd seen all day. "Excuse me!" She walked off toward the alcove that housed the small wooden box. It's coming out! But just as she reached the door, standing a mere inch away from relief. Something stops her. "N-No!" It was Margo, who had called out in protest. "I need to g-go first! I've been w-waiting long enough!" "I have too!" I've been waiting longer! I've been waiting a whole day! Ayla wanted to yell, but she was too shy to do it. Even now as she stood with her legs shaking. "P-Please don't make me beg." I d-don't want to soil myself. "I don't want to say what will happen if I don't use the privy." It's almost touching my knickers. Ayla sighed. The sight of Margo, squirming on Shibo's back, gritting her teeth and moaning quietly into the sleeve of her jacket, made Ayla feel guilty. Uuuh... "You're right." Defeated, Ayla stepped aside and offered the privy to Margo. "“You’re right. I shouldn't be selfish. You've been waiting longer than I have.” Margo looked as if she cracked a smile and she lowered herself from Shibo's back. "Put me down, Shibo." She waddled along, the front of her cloaking bulging as she grasped herself. "I shan't..." But as Margo waddled desperately toward the privy, the plump brown snake she'd been holding in reared it's moist head from between her cheeks, spreading her hole. It was already descending. Ayla tried to resist, tried to pull back the snake unfurling, but her muscles couldn't cope, weary from the struggle. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She couldn't wait another second, let alone another minute. The inviting sight of the open wooden hole was too much for her quivering anus to bear. She had to go. Right now. And then, Ayla did something even she wasn't expecting. She booled past Shibo and Margo, hunched over, grasping her stomach and pushed past the old wooden door. SLAM! She pulled the door shut, bolting the lock with her one good hand, the other already fumbling to pull down her knickers. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Ayla squealed once she had realized her selfishness. "If I don't go right now, I'm going..." A spike of fear halted her tongue. Behind her shaking legs her anus twitched, the weight she could feel was slipping between her cheeks. "Ah! I'm sorry!" She hooked both hands around her knickers and yanked them down. The log had already pushed itself out, dangling over the dark hole beneath her. "Ah!...ah...ahh!" the wooden box creaked as Ayla plopped herself down. Her stomach cramped for a brief moment, the intensity making the poor bard wince. The moist log spread her hole wider, slithering between her crack like a long, hot snake. "Ahhh~" The soft, sloppy consistency forced the snake to break up into smaller, sloppy lengths that plopped into the depths below. The small box-like privy filled with a muddy squelching that crackled against the hot air, polluted with the stench as she expelled. The relief was overwhelming. Once the cramps had settled, Ayla felt her stomach lighten as she pushed off a length of the log. With a firm clench of her ring, her anus winced, crimping off the length she had produced. two, smaller sloppier logs followed from her muddied cave, plopping down into the depths beneath her with a small rain of mud. Each release began with a dirty toot that tickled the walls of her rear hole. The feeling, coupled with the relief of unloading made Ayla quiver. But that wasn't the end of it; Ayla's stomach bubbled and with a small push, a final muddy toot gasped from her backside. "Hmm..." Ayla grinned, feeling the last of the pressure in her gut fade into the dark, polluted hole beneath her. Her stomach gurgled, and a small bout of pressure filled her lower tummy. One final log needing to be expelled. "Verdamme Fotze!" The angry foreign curses of Margo ruined the silence Ayla was enjoying. Ayla yelped, her heart began racing, her teeth bit against her lip with guilt. Fearing the door was going to be opened she lifted her knees and pressed her hands against her chest to conceal her maidenly garden. The shock of Margo's attempts at intruding gave the bard stage fright. The log she was trying to force out retreated like a scared turtle to its shell. Her stomach cramped again; A brief pain in her gut that made Ayla wince once more. "Just give me one more minute!" She whimpered, the banging wracking her with guilt as Margo slammed harder against the door. No matter how much she strained or shook, trying to push the last of the brown slop from her bowels, it wouldn't come. It was a stubborn one, lingering at the edge of her ring. She could feel the small round budge yearning for release. The banging echoed. It was haunting. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! For a small girl she possessed a hand of solid steel. Ayla whimpered, the banging wracking her with guilt as Margo slammed harder against the door. Suddenly, the banging stopped. Silence filled the stall. Drip! Drip! Drip! Like a faucet leaking, a piddling sound prattled in the quiet air. A small pale puddle crept along the ground, beneath the small gap in the door. The piddling grew more intense, into a muffled hiss that lasted for several seconds. The puddle growing beneath the door continued to grow, forming a pool that rested near her boots. Everything went quiet again. Now a strong scent of urine mixed with the foulness of the privy, producing a stink that curdled The Bard's nose. "Eh, is everything okay out there?" Ayla asked. In her gut, she knew exactly what had happened, but she didn't have the heart to acknowledge it. "Y-Yes!" "Okay. It's just that..." "I said everything is fine!" Margo responded venomously. Before The Bard could say anything else, a powerful strike hit the door, causing her to yelp and lift her feet. Margo's angry... She squirmed on the seat of the privy, shifting from cheek to cheek. She sat, twiddling her thumbs, waiting for the last length of her mess to slide from her hole. She pushed, her starfish twitching as she tried her hardest to push it out. Pfft! but all she could push out was a puff of foul air. "Hmm..." She grumbled. She reached for the small wooden holder beside the privy, hoping for some paper to wipe with. Empty. She shuffled on the privy, looking beside her, behind her, even above her for something to wipe her backside with, but there was nothing. "Hey Shibo, a-are you still there?" Ayla was given no choice but to ask those her friends waiting outside the door. "I, uh, do any of you have any tissues in your rucksacks? There's none in here." "I have some, give me a second to find them." Her rucksack shuffled as Shibo rooted around for her tissues. Ayla bent down and took a gander at her knickers, fearing one of her earlier farts had drawn mud. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw they were still as white as when she'd put them on that morning. There was a tap on the door. "Here you g-go. Should I just open the door?" "N-No! I'll j-just..." Ayla leant forward, feeling the wet mud on her cheeks squeezing together, and pulled the door open with just enough space to put her hand out. She fiddled around, waiting for the tissues to be placed in her hand. "They smell nice." She sniffed them. Mint, one of her favourites. "Like mint." She sat forward, squeezing the tissue until it crumpled and felt her stomach gurgle. "Umm... I have another favour. Would you minding running a faucet? J-Just for a minute?" The sound of running water always loosened her up. When on the trail and making a stop in the bushes, if she couldn't go, Ayla always listened to the river. The sounds of rushing water always helped to soften up her stomach. "S-Sure." Shibo sounded confused but she accepted the strange request without question. The faucet creaked and right after the lavatory was filled with the rushing sounds of water. Ayla leant forward, wrapping both hands around her stomach and closed her eyes. She let the gentle sounds of rushing water wash over her, imagining herself beside a long river. She shuffled again on the privy and finally felt the small log slip from her hole, dropping into the hole with a tiny splat. The Bard breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, it was over. Much better... I'd been sitting on that all day. She grabbed the tissues she'd gotten from Shibo and wiped away the mess from her backside, using a generous helping of the sheets to clean off the muck. As soon as she felt spotless between the cheeks, Ayla yanked up her panties, and opened the privy door. Patting her now empty tummy, Ayla stepped out from the stall. Upon walking out, the first step she took was into something wet. "Ah! What did I just step in!?" Horrified, she slowly tilted her head down, looking upon a massive lake that was spreading around the tiled floor. "Please tell me I just stepped in water!" She cringed, her skin feeling prickly as she stared down at the darkened patch on the front of her boot. "It was," A small smirk began growing on Shibo's face, "a few hours ago." M-Margo's p-p-pee! "Ah! Ew!" As gracefully as a drunken dancer, Ayla leapt over the puddle, but it only got worse. There was a soggy splatter, and Ayla felt the specks of something warm touch her bare legs. "Ah! I think it splashed on my leg!" She creased up, holding back her need to scream. P-Pee! And I've stood in it! Ew! Ew! Ew! She only made things worse for herself as she began wiping off the specks with her bare hands. Ah! What am I doing!? "Ew! Now it's on my hands!" Her hands felt dirty, sullied, defiled, like she'd wiped them through the puddle. "This is what I get for going first! I'm being punished!" The sink! The sink! She rushed for the sink and ran her hands under the running faucet. The warmth of the water washed over her hands. It felt like heaven all over again. Shibo watched, letting a sly giggle escape at The Bard's misfortune. Ayla couldn't believe it. What had started as a night of wanting some rest had turned into a horrible nightmare. She had met a perverted, yet polite apprentice and found herself walking the entire length of the Fort with a length of her own perched between her cheeks. For her, the day couldn't get much worse, but Ayla would take something good away from this. Sometime in the future, she'd look back at this day and remember her first meeting with Shibo Kenshiko: The Guild Apprentice.
  7. So this is a little scifi setting I've been mulling around the past month or so. This is one of two projects. One is yet to be posted and an actual piece of fiction. This is an interactive story done in a disco channel so while it does have the length it's a little rough but thoroughly enjoyable thus far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjsemNhze7U Allow me to set the scene, to paint the canvas through which we will accompany our poor heroine. A small piece of music to help illustrate my vision of a corporate neon future. The San Angeles Metroplex or more commonly known as SANAM City. The remnants of the western North American Seaboard reformed on the temperate coast after the event... Everyone knows the event, it the world a chance to start over for better or worse. At a time during which the Earth's poles were reversing leaving the magnetosphere at a mere fraction of it’s strength the sun’s activity spiked. A devastating coronal mass ejection event started it all. Satellite’s circuitry fused in an instant, even the most hardened of communication systems ground to a halt with the interference generated by the petawatts of energy released upon the earth. High voltage transmission lines that made everyday living and the technology we relied on blew when the transformers melted, substations detonated from the ambient currents rippling through the atmosphere. Drives in all but the luckiest or most shielded locations were erased in a flash. The solar activity persisted and the power… stayed off. Governments crumbled, populations evaporated but as we are a tenacious species we carried on despite the adversity. The prevalence of nuclear reactors in the midwest and east coast left much of north america uninhabitable and a combination of factors made those who survived flock to the west coast. A temperate climate, the vast Pacific ocean, fertile farm ground and of course a lack of skin searing radiation which is a bonus. What little power structure survived was in the form of multinational corporations. Slowly they assumed control, provided stability, order. It wasn’t perfect but it was something. But enough of that history lesson. Some people don’t even believe that’s what really happened. With such limited electronic records from the time numerous wild conspiracy theories fill the net. Crime, drugs, technology and a thin facade of corporate order holding it all together. Welcome to Sanam city. Flashy advertisements line the streets projecting holo images. Far above ground level the ultralux jet about in their aircars looking down on those below stuck using wheeled transportation. Cybernetic implants enhance everyday life helping with every task imaginable. The sky is the limit when it comes to augmentation and if you can dream it up and have the credit for it… Therein came the problem. As with any foreign object certain precautions had to be taken to ensure the body’s white blood cells don’t attack and reject it. The latest iteration from PharmaTek of their ubiquitous acceptance cocktail Serum5 has been all the rage. Used in surgery it is combined with a potent anesthetic which makes it a favorite to smoke as well often sold by less than scrupulous doctors on the side looking for a little bit of extra cash. What nobody was expecting was the drastic side effects that accompanied the new revision. It wreaked havoc with the parasympathetic nervous system but only with those who had a XX chromosome pairing. The effects were almost instantaneous. Females everywhere began to experience the symptoms. Increased appetites, lacrimation, drooling and worst of all what looked like an inexplicable onset of incontinence like effects stemming from much more sensitive sphincter muscles. Nobody knew how to deal with it and information was scarce. PharmaTek slicers worked round the clock to expunge any questions confused and concerned women raised on the net. Doctors were paid off to look the other way and attribute such incidents up to stress but it was growing too big to cover up. With no fix insight and dollar signs in their eyes a pivot was made. After the first month past and the effects have spread to most if not all of the female population. Feminine incontinence wear sprang up practically overnight. Adverts and product campaigns in an effort to normalize and profit off of their own screwup. PharmaTek still hasn’t owned what it has done but profits are higher than ever now with it’s subdivisions devoting entire production lines to incontinence wear. Two months have passed since Serum5 hit the streets and the troubling issues brought with it are still fresh in everyone’s mind. Not everyone is accepting their fate laying down! Some still strive towards a cure to the sudden onset of symptoms but others resigned themselves to a life of ‘protection’. A song played in the early hours of the morning. The greenish hue of the fading Aurora Centralis besieged by the distant rising sun. “Just five more minutes.” a groggy voice calls out from underneath a set of expensive silken sheets. “Ms Blackstar, it is unsanitary to sleep in your own urine. This is the third night in a row you have urinated in your bedding. I advise an appointment with the company clinic. I scheduled an appointment for thursday of this week.” the ‘helpful’ computerized assistant spoke. “and I would advise using the restroom before bed.” it said almost as if it was mocking her. Her cheeks turned red as she slowly woke up. It was right… the clammy cool feeling of soaked sheets clung to her skin. “Nnnngggg not again!” she growled, wrinkling her nose at the smell of piss. She’d have to do laundry again. “Just… cancel the appointment and deactivate.” she said, obviously in no mood to be discussing her problem. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed her scowl only deepened seeing the huge damp splotch covering her bottom sheet and having soaked her pajamas. She pinched the bridge of her nose before her fingers in frustration before forcing herself to trudge to the bathroom. A shower would help, she’d have to strip the sheets again. This was getting real old… the past month had been chaos. Women under her command calling out sick having unfortunate… accidents and even having more than a few close calls herself including one afternoon in the office where after a mad scramble towards the restroom she’d ended up just yanking her skirt up and pissing through her panties. Everyone just said it was ‘something going around’ but what kind of cold did this? She’d seen one of the company doctors but he fed her some line of bullshit. Sounded like he was reading a script, told her to make sure she got some rest maybe take some time off. It didn’t sit right with her and now it seemed to be getting worse. She was wetting her bed again! A PrivSec agent should not being doing that… no less a PrivSec field commander! What kind of person wanted to hire security from someone who couldn’t stop wetting themselves… or worse? A hot shower helped ease her mind, it always did. Her morning routine fell into place with a few extra additions to accommodate her little bedwetting incident. A brush through her long black hair, a faint dusting of makeup followed by her sharp grey suit. It wasn’t her field outfit but she could change into that later if necessary. Most corporate jobs had been little more than babysitting lately which… with all the issues she was facing wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The door to her more than modest apartment opened and shut behind her as she exited towards the carpark. Even the low level grunts at PrivSec were payed relatively well. It wasn’t a bad outfit to work for if you didn’t mind turning blind eye on occasion to some of the less than moral contracts. Her implants hummed away taking care of minor tasks like opening her car door and making sure her apartment’s security system was armed. Unlike much of the tech on the street her implants were all top notch, designed not to stand out, not to raise attention. At first glance one would never even notice she was auged except for the faint glowing ring her pupils. Another benefit of being employed by PrivSec, implants related to your job function were provided at a heavy discount and doctor’s services were waived as long as it was installed inhouse. An executive black sedan waited for her. Living in a better part of SANAM city meant most of the other vehicles around hers were similar but all it took was driving a couple of miles in the wrong direction and the rolling scrap heaps people called cars would surround her vehicle. The coffee warmed her throat as she greedily sucked it down taking a seat on the fine leather. Sunlight was just starting to wash over the sprawling city, not that it was ever really dark anymore. Not with the aurora and the constant advertisements. The car’s engine fired to life with the raucous bark of a powerful cold start before falling into a smooth rumble. Before she could set off an advertisement chimed in through the av unit the holographic image of what could only be described as a child’s diaper appearing. “Now available to women everywhere the revolutionary Huggies Titan with color changing indic...” the advert went on before she bellowed angrily. “Turn that shit off!” she spat. People weren’t actually buying this garbage were they? She could feel the satin grasp of the panties she wore underneath her suit and blushed at the thought of wearing something so ridiculous. With an angry stab of the throttle she set off into the city’s early morning bustle. She continued to sip her coffee and catch up on the news as she drove moving from light to light. She liked to get to the office early. That gave her a chance to pick her assignment before other field commanders might choose a contract she wanted. She was getting close to the office, an uneventful drive thus far. Traffic had been heavier than normal but not too bad. She’d still be on time but… something caught the corner of her eye. Out the side window down a littered alley she spotted two bangers. Two hoods to whatever local gang was around working over some guy pretty good. A man and a woman both wearing a black hoodie with some neon colors on the back. “Low life parasites...” she sneered, her hand moving towards the large sidearm holstered under her suit jacket. She gave a sidelong glance at the time in her ocular implant. She could stop this, save that poor guy do a small act of good in a city that so often lacked it but… if she got out and approached those two punks who knows how long it could take or how risky it could be to approach them. What if they had backup? Most days she would have just driven by barely sparing a glance. Maybe it was everything that had been going on giving her a little bit of perspective but fed up as she was she wasn’t about to let this shit just happen. “Fuck it.” she glanced at the time, it would be cutting it close but… an outlet for her frustrations sounded just like what she needed. The door opened and with a hiss and the driver behind her layed on the horn to which she responded with a steely glare and a flash of her middle finger. The car’s door shut behind her and the automated driver took over shuttling the vehicle out of the roadway while she took care of business per se. The simplest way to clock a concealed weapon but not always the most accurate, a quick thermal scan. A quick change of her vision mode to thermal. The woman was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and from the rough outline the man looked to have a small firearm tucked into his waistband. Probably some piece of shit polymer printed illegal knockoff. The yellows and reds faded from her vision as she returned to normal sight. “Hey!” she barked at them already drawing the large caliber handgun from underneath her shoulder. Her other hand already flashing her PrivSec badge as she approached. A PrivSec agent was not someone you wanted to run up against. The two paused kicking the brutalized man and for a moment there was a calm in the alley punctuated by a groan of pain. At 5’10” Emelie Blackstar wasn’t exactly a small woman and in the small heels she wore around the office she crested six feet tall. The two seemed unimpressed by her stature or her badge and the young girl maybe early twenties spoke up first. “Oh come up we’re just showing our friend what happens when you mess with us.” she said. Her mouth was hidden underneath a bandana but she sounded like she was grinning, the smug little bitch. “Yeah, this ain’t some corpoRAT security detail so why don’t you fuck off.” her partner in crime spat with a laugh. The pair had balls but that wasn’t liable to count for much with a piece of serious hardware leveled at you. “Why don’t you go put on a show for some ultralux, whore.” the girl mocked. Her brightly dyed blue hair framed her face falling out from under her hood. Emelie just wanted to knock her teeth in. So far she had shown restraint but these two… her finger twitched moving from the trigger guard to the trigger. As his accomplice spoke he made his move reaching for his concealed weapon. He never even managed to draw it from his waistband before she fired the first shot. A deafening crack echoed in the alley, her aural implants attenuating the sound protecting her hearing. Another crack as she fired a second time, each crack of gunfire accompanied by the satisfying metal snap of the slide racking back ejecting the spent cartridge. Five shots directly center mass splattering the ground behind him with a red mist. He slumped over instantly. The woman’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she saw the agent storming towards her gun still in hand. “You should have listened to me. Your little friend here was about to come at me with an illegal piece. Now you’ll be on the hook for murder.” she said with a smirk as she grabbed the woman by the collar and shoved her against back against the wall. “N...no please… please just… just let me go.” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes jamming the hot muzzle of her gun straight against the woman’s throat. A small mercy she was wearing a bandanna but that would be the least of her problems should she decide to pull the trigger. She pinned her against the wall with her forearm using her hand to yank down the bandanna getting a good look at her face analyzing the expression. “Genuine remorse...” she said as she loosened her grip finally hearing the sound of running water. It was faint but noticeable with her enhanced hearing. She let her go taking a step back. “You… no… don’t tell me...” giving a look of disgust at the distraught girl glancing down expecting to see a growing wet splotch rushing down her ripped at the knee jeans but nothing… Something clicked in her mind. That damned advertisement she’d heard earlier. A quick flash back to thermal vision showed her everything she needed to know. The glowing yellow radiant heat all around her groin. “Show some backbone, christ are you actually wearing one of those… things?” she couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. “And stop crying!” she snapped at her waving her gun nonchalantly. “I… I can’t stop!” she said defensively, wiping her eyes. “and… and I didn’t even feel it.” the girl mumbled averting her gaze. The agent was disgusted but at the same time morbidly curious. “Let me see it.” she found herself saying. The woman blushed furiously, as if admitting to having pissed herself was embarrassing enough now this deranged woman wanted to see… her… diaper? “You can’t be serious!” she balked. “Just fucking do it and then get your ass out of here. I don’t want to waste anymore ammo today.” she threatened. The color drained from her face and her hands fumbled with her pants quickly yanking them down mid thigh exposing the sodden garment. It was just like that damn advert had described. Thick, swollen with urine the cutesy prints faded when she’d wet it. “Get out of my sight.” she said coldly, jamming the firearm back into her holster. Tapping her finger to her ear for a moment walking towards the end of the alley leaving the surreal scene behind her. She combed her fingers through her hair as the operator came on through her implant. “No… the emergency is passed.” she said to the emergency dispatch. “No… just… listen. PrivSec agent ID 37489 just send an officer down. Some little shit came at me with a piece of knockoff tech… No I won’t wait at the scene. Yes, whatever just send the paperwork to the office.” she said tersely ending the call. Walking along the sidewalk leaving the alley she called her car remotely tracking its crawl through traffic as it homed in on her location. She winced, feeling that familiar pang of growing urgency. That coffee… she should have known it would go right through her. She took a deep breath and pinched her thighs together before pressing on ignoring the sensation. “Damn autodrive… could it have found a farther parking spot!” she groused still waiting for her car to appear in the seemingly endless flow of traffic. Finally after another few minutes it slowly pulled up along side her as she strolled casually through the dingy streets gratefully getting into the passenger door when it slid open. “Get me to the office.” she said taking a somewhat stiff sitting posture, tapping her foot against the carpeting. “Uhg, I’m going to be late I knew I should have kept going.” she complained. Truthfully she would only be perhaps five minutes or so late but she had a feeling the better assignments would already be taken by the time she arrived. The rest of the drive was fortunately less eventful and though she resisted the urge to jam her hand between her legs thinking herself better than that she certainly wanted to. There it was, finally; the PrivSec building. A massive obsidian obelisk in a sea of concrete and glass superstructures. The car could park itself allowing her to take a deep breath and depart. She walked quickly into the looming building passing through the requisite security checkpoints verifying both biometric and implant locks along the way. She could feel her muscles quivering as she stood in the elevator forcing herself not to squirm. The very muscles threatening to send a torrential downpour straight into her uniform. Finally the bell chimed and her floor was revealed through the maglevetator. She let out a sigh of relief and departed heading straight towards the restroom. Approaching her from the other side of the hall was a man clad in a pinstriped black suit. Her stomach dropped, it was her boss… “You’re late Blackstar.” his gravely voice called out. He was holding a folder in his hands… was he just fucking waiting for her? Hagar that little micromanaging prick! This was bad… what if he got off on some tangent and started lecturing her or what if he wanted to talk mission parameters… She just wanted to piss! Of course he was waiting for her today of all days. She groaned as he approached her feeling uncomfortably full. It was getting urgent but she’d be fine… she was simply feeling a little concerned and rightfully so with what had been happening lately. The worry came from the twitchy sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath and focused, forcing herself to stand up straight her professional shoes clacking against the floor as she closed the distance. “Just a little distraction on the way to the office… you know how it is.” she said dismissively; having decided to address him first before running off. Ignoring her boss… not a smart move. “Actually, I don’t. The police report came in. It’s waiting on your desk for a signature. If you want to be a hero do it on your own time.” he said. She raised her eyebrow folding her arms over her chest shifting from one foot to another. “Priority B mission.” he said thrusting the folder at her. That must have been why he was in a less than jovial mood. She took the folder holding it under her arm already slowly beginning to circle around him. Normally the two had a good working relationship and on a small handful of occasions met for a few drinks and some extra curricular activities. Given the rigid corporate environment sleeping with a subordinate was not exactly smiled upon. It gave her a little bit of leverage with him but she knew if she really tried to pull that card he would most certainly take her down with him. “Priority B? I’ll take a look at it in a minute.” she said already beginning to look away. He sighed “You know the rules, we’ve got to go over mission parameters. This is an ultralux heavy hitter.” he began. “I said in a minute okay so unless you want me pissing all over the floor meet me in my damn office in five minutes!” she snapped at him shooting him a dangerous look. That didn’t stop him from quietly snickering and raising his hands in defense. “Fine fine, five minutes.” he said, watching her walk. “Oh and get me a danish from the coffee room… no, two. I’m fucking famished.” she said rubbing her stomach. “Fuck…” she hissed under his breath clenching her fists as she quickly walked towards the bathroom. Fortunately he wasn’t in as bad of a mood as he let on, just stressed at getting a priority B mission. Her cursing might come up later but he usually let her slide except for the few times he mentioned it in her damn yearly review but that’s another story! Finally the bathroom was in sight. She had just been joking about pissing all over the floor but seeing the bathroom so close suddenly seemed to make the urge even stronger. Her bladder spasmed but she didn’t feel anything and with a burst of speed she darted forward throwing caution to the wind as she threw open the bathroom door and hurried inside. Small mercy it was empty. The door locked automatically behind her giving her the privacy to attend to her rather pressing needs. She tossed the file haphazardly onto the granite counter; her hands were already fumbling with the front of her pants as she bounced from foot to foot. The sight of the toilet right in front of her making the need to go even worse. In a swift motion she yanked down her pants accompanied by her panties letting her head lull back with a moan of relief that was shortly drown out by the gushing noisy hiss. Blissful relief and she’d made it not like the other week which still made her flush with embarrassment. Pissing through her panties as she sat on the toilet, her a grown woman of twenty-nine, a PrivSec agent no less! The coffee having stimulated another urge she gave a push and finished her morning evacuation with an unladylike series of noises. She frowned, the urge had come on so fast and the strange sensations. She was growing concerned. At first she had tried to chalk it up to coincidence… and the first doctor had told her it was just stress but these close calls and then her wet sheets. “Fuck...” she said when her eyes finally rested on the gusset of her panties. There was a telltale damp splotch and a faint wet streak that ran down the inseam of her pants. “Fuck!” she cursed again loudly slamming her fist against the wall. Tears started to well in her eyes. “What the fuck… why am I crying!” she howled even more angry than before. It took a few seconds to calm down, but she did. Wiping her eyes to stave off the unbidden tears and squirming when the bidet triggered she was ready to start her day. She approached the mirror, a news feed of various stories scrolling through down one side. The water turned on automatically and she washed her hands, meticulously drying them before straightening out her coat making sure she was composed once again. “Get it the fuck together.” She told her reflection grabbing the folder from the counter. Emelie marched out of the bathroom back towards her office, stomach growling with ravenous hunger. He was waiting for her sitting across from her desk and as requested with two pastries and another cup of coffee were waiting for her. He was holding one palm up a holographic image projecting up as he casually checked his mail whilst waiting for her. The projection faded as he heard her enter and he cleared his throat. “Good morning Em, I didn’t mean to be sharp with you it’s just well you know… priority B.” he began, flashing a charismatic smile. “Yeah yeah, just don’t make it a habit.” She teased tossing the folder onto her desk, lowering herself into her cushy office chair. “So this mission, what are doing doing?” she began, reaching for the folder as he implants synced with the holoprojectors mounted in her desk. He intercepted her movements first. Before she could open the file he put his hand on top, a look of concern on his face. “Before that…” he began somewhat hesitantly. “Are you… doing okay?” he asked. The gesture of sympathy caught her by surprise. Of course they had a close working relationship but in the office he had always kept her at an arm’s reach. Analyzing his facial expressions with her implant she looked him over for ulterior motives; concern, unease, apprehension… amusement followed by a long list of potential false positives. ‘Fucking asshole would be amused by the situation’ but perhaps that was a little harsh she thought. Likely he was doing the exact same thing, scanning her reaction. Fuck it was tempting, to just talk about what had been happening lately. It seemed he was genuinely concerned, her only worry was as her boss he might take anything she said to the medical department. “Look you don’t have to tell me anything… I just know a lot of weird stuff has been going on the past few weeks… not specifically with you I mean” He said using an innocuous euphemism. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant by weird stuff. She took a large bite out of one of the pastries mulling it over. He was the closest thing to a friend she had in PrivSec. It was weird, everyone seemed to at least on some level know that something was wrong… but no one was talking about it probably too embarrassed to be the first to say something. It was easier to just carry on and pretend everything was normal despite a few extra loads of laundry. Even the few times she did a quick search of the net there were no hits leaving her thinking she was the only one suffering such issues or it was just all in her head. The raven haired agent looked at him, washing down the pastry with a gulp of coffee She set the cup of aromatic caffeinated liquid down staring at it for a moment before returning her gaze to his. Narrowing her eyes she pointed at him “This doesn’t leave this room and so help me god if you laugh… I’ve already shot one person today.” She threatened with a menacing tone. He shook his head giving her a look “Who am I going to tell?” he casually brushed away her concerns. Emelie rubbed her face with her hands massaging her temples. “I’m doing… well not exactly bad but…” she began, pausing as her cheeks started to blush red with embarrassment. “Have you noticed all those stupid adverts from the PharmaTek subdivisions?” she said, seeming to suddenly nonsequitor to another topic. He gave her a confused look before it clicked. “Sort of… not really though. So much of those ads are targeted by implant id.” He said, having a vague idea of what she was talking about. “I thought it was crazy… I mean they look like baby diapers with those prints and everything. I thought what kind of self respecting woman would wear -that-.” She continued, slowly getting back to her point. “One of those bangers I ran into this morning. She was wearing one… totally pissed herself.” She said before he interjected. “Well… you did gun down her running partner in front of her with that hand cannon of yours.” He said with a chuckle which earned him a sharp look. “And I held it to her neck but that’s not the point. Sorry… I’m rambling a bit.” She said shaking her head using the momentary silence to take another bite of her pastry. “I started wetting the bed…” she finally forced herself to admit. “You… what?” he said blankly, blinking a few times. “You heard me dick, don’t make me repeat it!” She said feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Once last week… and now three nights in a row.” She elaborated with a sheepish tone. It was what he had asked about but hearing it actually come from her mouth just made it seem even more outlandish. His mouth hung open slightly. “I see.” He said pensively, quickly composing himself. “Yeah… and I’ve had a few close calls during the day.” She said, the concern evident in her voice. “This morning?” he asked. She shook her head. “Not quite, close but I could have held it. I just didn’t want to risk it.” “Understandable… it could be worse though.” He said which earned him another sharp look. “How…” she said bluntly. He scratched the perfectly trimmed stubble along his square cut jaw. “I’m not going to tell you her name but another of the block managers she shit herself. Right in the middle of the Weekly Operation report meeting.” He said bluntly. Her eyes widened. “No…” she said in disbelief. “Yes… she was just sitting there fiddling with her pen taking some notes and I see her just go white as a sheet and then I heard it… and smelled it. She was shocked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run so fast out of one of those meetings.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s not funny!” she barked at him. “Sorry sorry.” He said defensively. “It’s not even just the bathroom issues… I’ve been so hungry lately!” she exclaimed, finishing the first pastry as if to reinforce what she’d said. “and the crying… uhg sometimes I can just feel tears starting for no reason. I just… I don’t know what I’m going to do if… this gets worse.” She confided with him. “and before you say anything I have seen a doctor. He said it was probably just stress. Which is bullshit and you know it. That’s just code for I have no idea.” She said with a wry laugh. “Now can I laugh?” he asked which brought a smile to her face. “I’ll allow it.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Well for what it’s worth I don’t think you’re alone with whatever is going on.” He said doing his best to be comforting. “That’s what I thought but… the few times I searched the net I couldn’t find anything but ads for Huggies and Pampers.” She said with an irritated shake of her head. “I mean… couldn’t they at least make them without those stupid cutesy prints!” she said. He gave her a confused look. “Nevermind…” she said embarrassed that she even knew what they looked like. “I also wanted to let you know you’ve got a mandatory physical eval today. I think it’s concerning what’s been going around all the women do. They started with the grunts earlier. I only heard about it today…” he said. She let out a pensive ‘hmm’ and opened up her messages on the holoprojector waving her hand to scroll through before seeing the invite. “Yeah… right here I’m scheduled for 9.” She said with a sigh taking another sip of coffee already eyeing her second pastry. “Thanks…” she said glancing away shyly. “But… if it’s all the same I’ve had enough talking about how I’m pissing my pants and let’s just brief me on mission details before my appointment.” Em said, getting down to business as she plucked a morsel of sweet dough from the delicious breakfast bread. “Right, of course.” He said, opening the folder revealing the papers contained within. “Client’s an ultralux which you probably already guessed.” He began, she nodded and let him continue as she worked on finishing breakfast. “Classic story, spoiled daughter gets it in her head that she wants some excitement, comes down ground level.” He covered spreading out the files on her desk. Pictures of the target, the client and her last known location. “Classic story indeed, can I guess how it ends?” she asked taking a good look at the pictures. “By all means.” He said with a gesture of his hand. “Goes to the club scenes, parties her brains out high of everything from Ozone to every Serum remix available and ends up locked in some guys basement. Now he’s trying to ransom her to daddy. How’d I do?” she asked looking up with a smirk. “Close, I’ll give you a B minus.” He joked. “First, ‘some guy’ happens to be Division Ruin. Serious players in the valley they run some serious combat grade hardware. DR management are ex higher ups from different arms manufacturers and second… we don’t think she knows she’s being ransomed. From what we can tell they’re treating her pretty good meaning…” he paused. “Once Daddy pays they’re just going to kill her.” She answered in his stead. “exactly… and third he’s an investor. So he’s given us a timetable and it’s how should we say… short.” He continued. Emelie frowned, she kicked herself for coming in late today. “On the upside Priority B means close air support if you request it and some pretty choice hardware if you want to go in loud. “I would say this kind of mission is begging for some creative infil, getting close to the higher ups and convince the target to walk right out but I don’t know that you have the time for that but… anyway like I said. Parameters are up to you, keep in mind we do have an asset in DR so try not to kill too many people. She sighed and nodded. “We’ll figure it out and get back Daddy’s little princess in one piece.” The two talked for an hour and change covering the layout of the surrounding area, strength and size of DR forces, security measures, equipment options, tactical approaches and everything else they could fit into the hour before her appointment. She ushered him out of her office so she could maybe get some answers about what was going on. The medical wing was decent walk away from her office. Wing was really more of an understatement as the PrivSec building also housed what amounted to a private hospital. “Examination room FF” she said aloud glancing over her shoulder as a bookish looking operative walked past her leaving one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hall her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. “Welcome Ms. Blackstar.” A chipper female voice called out as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her. “Mm” she nodded. “Please, go ahead and fill out this questionnaire and then undress.” The shorter woman said. She seemed too happy for this kind of meeting probably just trying to be friendly but Emelie didn’t like her. “Right.” She responded curtly, having to remind herself that the doctor was just trying to help. Had she received any implants and been administered with the new Serum5, had she experienced any increase in appetite, increase in needing to use the restroom… and at the very bottom of the list bouts of incontinence… It was a clean sweep, a yes to every question though she felt the defensive need to clarify with the qualifiers to downplay the severity. “If I could just elaborate on some of these questions…” she asked but the woman shook her head offering a friendly smile. “Oh no that’s not necessary we appreciate your honesty and it only helps us help you!” she said taking the clipboard allowing the woman to undress. Wanting to finish as soon as possible she did as asked carefully setting her shoes aside before slipping out of her pants. Her jacket and shirt followed suit and soon she was standing there in just her light satin panties with an elegant trimming of lace along with a matching bra. “Oh, completely naked please.” The woman asked when she turned around now holding an instrument in her hand. “I’m going to sync with your implants to check your vitals if you’ll open your firewall to device ID 72fc444A.” she said continuing with that irritatingly chipper tone of voice. She sighed again thankful that the small leak from earlier had dried by now as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her panties down her long toned thighs. Unhooking her bra shortly thereafter she stood, entirely nude in front of the woman her impressive physique on display. “Go ahead Doc, you should be able to sync now.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “Thank you, this shouldn’t take long.” She said humming to herself as she waved the device around looking at the screen and then poked and prodded at the woman’s body. “Odd…” she noted as she went about her work. “You haven’t felt drowsy or light headed lately?” she asked idly. “No… why?” Emelie asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Well your average resting heartrate has decreased by approximately 5 beats per minute to 49 or so. Exercising more?” She commented keeping as professional as ever. Emelie just shook her head and let the woman continue. Her impressive physique was enhanced by her implants. Lengthy fibrous metal cables ran the length of her spine and branched off into the major muscle groups in her arms, legs and even into her core. The Apollyon module implanted in the base of her spine helped enhance strength through muscle density and endurance by helping the body filter out lactic acid more quickly. With an elaborate suite of sensors it was also the module the doctor was currently accessing her vital information with. “Well you’re as fit as ever.” She said making a note on the medical device. The woman stood just barely above chest height eye to eye with Emelie’s generous c cup chest. “Let me just check.” She said to herself, setting the device down and reaching out practically jabbing her freezing cold fingers against the woman’s abdomen. Her stomach showed just the faintest hint of musculature underneath a layer of supple pale skin. She flinched, grunting in surprise at the sudden sensation of the woman’s fingers jabbing against her stomach and bladder. Even worse she could feel a spasm, a sudden tickle against her nethers and then a warm rivulet of liquid running down the back of her thigh. ‘Fuck!’ she thought to herself praying the woman didn’t notice. Discussing the issues was one thing but… dribbling down her legs in front of her… that was too much! “Nng” she let out an audible groan as the woman’s fingers dug in a little harder kneading around putting more pressure on her abdomen. “My apologies for any discomfort.” She said continuing to strain and pressure her lower muscles. Her bladder spasmed again and she felt another warm gush of urine run down her legs dribbling onto the floor. “Enough of that!” she exclaimed smacking at the woman’s hand, cheeks burning bright red at having just peed in front of her. It wasn’t much but still, she was mortified! “That should conclude my examination. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Blackstar.” The woman said. “You may use the towel on the wall to clean up.” She said as if she had been expecting her to urinate all over herself. “You performed exceedingly well and I must say I’m jealous of how you held it together when I pressure your sphincter muscles.” She spoke as the blushing woman toweled legs off. “I’ll get down to brass tax. Though we have no definite information evidence points to a unique interplay between Serum5 and our female physiology. You’re not the only one experience these symptoms an increase in urge incontinence, increased appetite and a mix of others as I am sure you are aware. Oh before you redress…” she said, stopping her just as her panties began to crest her thighs. “I have a sample for you.” She said opening a drawer tugging out a small wrapped package. “The latest in discrete incon wear. The Poise Guardian pad or if you’d prefer I have more absorbent options.” She said still keeping that same chipper tone of voice that was really beginning to irritate her. She was tempted to slap the damn thing from her hand! She needed a medical solution not a diaper! “Are you fucking kidding me!?” she finally snapped. The smaller woman recoiled slightly but stood her ground. “I understand you are frustrated but this is only a temporary solution until a more permanent course of action is presented.” She asserted. “I’m a grown woman! I’m not a child! I don’t need to go fucking traipsing around in a diaper!” she fumed. “This is ridiculous!” she continued, having lost her temper. “This isn’t a diaper!” she protested. After her little eruption the two stood silently, Emelie weighing her options. It was official… she had a problem but this… it seemed so extreme. So she had a few close calls… did she really need to resort to… this? Accepting it just felt like admitting to her weakness but at the same time… it seemed like the smart choice.
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  9. I recently find more messing clips in the female diapers and ageplay sector. I can remember there have been less when I was not regestered here. I personally do not enjoy messing clips, it just does not feel good, I really like wetting, though. My question is, how do you feel about messing, does it mind to you that it is a bit of a slobbery story? I mean, personally I do not think that wetting is icky, so maybe messing just feels normal to people liking that, too. Some time ago I read that story how messing feels for a woman, but that was not my thing either after having it told. So, how do you feel about it? Tailsuser
  10. With the flick of a switch, your terminal powers up. The machine comes to life with a low pitch hum that whispers in your ear. The screen flashes, bearing the familiar startup screen. A bright blue glow illuminates your dark room. “Beginning start-up process." Siren announces. "Location: Horizon, Hades VI. Current date: November 19th, 2234. Current time: 7:45am. Current external temperature: 25 degrees.” The camera fixed atop your terminal glances over you like a metal eye, whirring quietly. “Opening shutters.” Daylight begins to stream into your room as you hear the mechanical shutters opening behind you. It’s dawn, the cityscape is still dark, barely lit by the rising sun. “Please enter your passcode, user.” “Passcode: David eight one.” You speak clearly. “Passcode accepted. User: Amelie Rigton.” The voice of Siren, the virtual intelligence greets you with her robotic, yet polite voice. “Good morning, Administrator.” You yawn heavily, your eyes still heavy from lack of sleep. Your nerves had kept you awake for a good part of the night. Sleep felt impossible. You awoke earlier than you had hoped, barely dressed yourself in a pair of boxers and a vest, grabbed some coffee from the kitchen and decided it was best that you made sure everything was prepared for tonight. You take a sip from the cup, the bitter coffee perks you up mildly. “Open my files, Siren.” “What system are you wishing to access, Administrator?” You set down your morning coffee by the terminal and brush back the unkempt hair from your face. With heavy eyes you gaze into the illuminated screen. The brightness hurts your eyes. “Open file 1b1a.” The terminal beeps, acknowledging your request. “Understood, Administrator. Retrieving file 1b1a: Schematics of Mecha 3V. Pilot Name: Amelie Rigton. Sc...b...zzz…” The terminal begins to hiss, screeching static as the screen flashes a warning symbol. “Error. D-Data C-Corrupted. I am sorry, Administrator. A manual registration is necessary.” “I don’t have time for this.” You sigh wearily, shaking your head in frustration. Nothing could be done about it. “Very well.” You crack your knuckles and take a seat in front of the terminal. “Create folder. Name: 1b2a.” “Folder created. Name: 1b2a.” “Pull up the contenders list for the Horizon Clash: Amateur Division.” The computer whirs as Siren begins searching. Pages flash up on the screen, too quick for you to keep track, finally stopping on a single page full of names. “Horizon Clash: Amateur Division. Hosted by Trident Corporation. Event date: November 19th 2234. Location: New Trafford Arena, Horizon district center. Current Contender Count: 20.” “Find me my entry, Siren. Mecha name: 3V. Pilot name: Amelie Rigton. Registry number: 26732.” “Searching…” The computer beeps happily. “Entry found.” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Choose your Mech In this sequence, you are required to choose the frame of 3V. The frame chosen will also decide 3Vs starting equipment, health, and armour. As you progress through the ranks of the arena, new and better equipment will become available to you, including weapons, defensive gear, and armour plating. A mech can be designed from three frames: Vanguard, Nomad, and Titan. Each mech provides their own fighting style, strengths, and weaknesses. Mech loadout slots vary depending on the frame chosen. They are Offense/Defense/Support. The loadout slots cannot be changed, with the exception of the Nomad. All frames are capable of melee, though some weaponry and defensive items will replace the gauntlets of 3V. Weight load must be considered too. Mechs with too heavy a weight load will struggle, suffering penalties to melee and movement speed. All starting loadouts are within acceptable weight limits for their respective frame. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Vanguard Vanguard mechs are light framed mechs desired for their mobility and offensive customization. Their light armour means they can’t take much of a beating but they make up for their lack of defense and sustain with high mobility and an array of offensive weaponry. Vanguards use quick attacks and synergy between their weaponry to quickly take down heavier opponents. Their jump pack allows them to move through the air and along the ground quickly while their frame allows agile maneuvering. However, their light armour and reliance on shields means they are prone to EMPs and heavy attacks. In team battles, Vanguards serve as pure damage, relying on their team to keep the heat off them. Offense: Light Assault Rifle: A medium range assault cannon equipped with armour piercing rounds that is attached to the Vanguards right gauntlet. Fast firing with a two hundred round clip. Concentrated fire to a single area will shred the plate of heavily armoured mechs and stagger low armoured mechs. Offense: Longsword: A sharp, sleek longsword that replaces the Vanguards left gauntlet. A longsword is strong against little or no armour but ineffective against heavily armoured targets. Power can be diverted from a shield, charging the blade with electricity. Support: High Energy Shield: A high-strength shield that provides a shield around the Vanguards armour until depleted. Electrical strikes inflict more damage to a shield, and an EMP will take the shield offline temporarily. Support: Jump pack: A light and simple jump pack mounted to the back of the Vanguard, allowing for increased mobility and vertical movement. This support device is built into all Vanguard frames and can be upgraded. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Nomad Nomad mechs are medium strength mech units, desired for their versatility and jack-of-all trades combat style. The versatility of a Nomads frame prevents them from possessing a built-in device, however their frame allows them to be outfitted with almost every piece of equipment currently available. Nomads strike a perfect balance between offense and defense. They lack the mobility of a Vanguard or the heavy engagement of a Titan but make up for it with strong versatility. Weight management is highly important with Nomads to ensure the frame can handle the equipment. In team battles, Nomads serve as a flexible fighter, being customized to suit their teams need. Offense: Light Assault Rifle: A medium range assault cannon equipped with armour piercing rounds that is attached to the Nomads right gauntlet. Fast firing with a two hundred round clip. Concentrated fire to a single area will shred the plate of heavily armoured mechs and stagger low armoured mechs. The Nomad variant Is also equipped with long distance, low penetrating rounds. Offense/Defense/support: (Choose one of the following) Offense: Heavy Burst Shotgun: A double barrel cannon equipped to the left gauntlet of the Nomad. The cannon is slow to reload and only effective at close range. Successful hits will dent and damage a mechs armour as well as stagger them. -or- Defense: Heavy Holding Shield: A strong shield mounted to the left gauntlet of the Nomad. While active, the Nomad enters a defensive stance, raising the shield and slowing movement. The shield protects from frontal attacks and can be used to bash. -or- Support: Smoke Screen: A series of containers equipped with a high-heat compound. When deployed, a smoke screen surrounds the Nomad, covering it completely. The Nomad cannot be detected by thermal visioning or locked on-to while the smoke screen is active. Defense/Support: (Choose one of the following) Defense: Electromagnetic Shield: A low energy shield mounted to the rear of the Nomad. An EMS provides minimal protection from bullets and blunt attacks. If an EMP is used, the shield will overload, protecting all systems from going offline but the shield will be unusable for a time. -or- Support: Regeneration Sequence: A virtual intelligence mounted within the cockpit of the Nomad. Upon taking critical damage, the mech powers down for 15 seconds, gaining a massive shield and restoring functionality to critically damaged systems and limbs. The Nomad is vulnerable during this sequence, and an EMP will disable the regeneration. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Titan Titan mechs deploy the heaviest frames and are the mech of choice for brawlers. They’re built for long, sustained fights and can easily take a beating. Their strong, sturdy frame allows them to wield the heaviest weapons and shields. However, their thick plating does not allow a strong shield emitter, nor does their frame allow them high mobility aids. Titans use heavy defense and sturdiness to hold their ground. They are brawlers, employing crowd control to move in against their enemy and using their fists against weakened areas. They are strong enough to even remove equipment from an enemy mech. However, Titans are prone to long range attacks and armour piercing rounds that will make short work of their heavy plating. In team battles, Titans serve as support, drawing fire from the enemy while providing strong crowd control. Offense: Gunlance: A hybrid weapon consisting of a long lance and a heavy hitting rifle that replaces the Titan’s right gauntlet. The lance allows for extreme reach and is capable of pinning a target if it hits exposed armour, but is slow to swing and struggles to penetrate medium or heavy armour. The rifle holds six heavy rounds that can penetrate up to medium plating. Up close, the rifle will dent heavy armour and stagger weaker mechs. Defense: XL EMP Gauntlet: A Titan gauntlet designed for close quarters engagement, equipped with an EMP device. When activated, the gauntlet emits an electromagnetic pulse in a radius around the mech, momentarily taking all enemy electronics offline. Once used, the EMP must recharge, entering a 13 second cooldown. Defense: Dash Boosters: Two heavy boosters mounted to the back of the Titan. When activated, the Titan performs a short dash in any direction. This device is built into all Titan frames and can be customized. Support: Trident Missile System: A heavy missile launcher carrying a payload of fifteen missiles mounted onto the shoulder of the Titan. When performing a dash or sustaining heavy/critical damage, three missiles will deploy, striking the enemy mech. After each strike the launcher will enter a 12 second cooldown.
  11. BENAir01

    Messing

    I know in this site there are quite a few people who are also into messing (like me) and some others who find it so gross that just thinking about it makes them want to puke, so where do y'all stand on that scale? On a separate note we have an entire category for omutsu, so is there any chance we will ever have a category for messing? Thanks all!!
  12. desertfc

    Tremethyk

    Hi guys, long time no post. Some of you may remember a story I started working on a few years ago that got quickly shelved. It was named 'Where is Alec Tremethick?', you can still find it here if you look back far enough. The challenge that I took on with that project lay in trying to create a narrative that was compelling in and of itself while still being essentially an omo story. The reason I stopped adding to it wasn't that I lost interest in it, more that the narrative had not yet fully developed in my mind. As it started to become a more complete picture in my head I realised how utterly inadequate the first few entries were - entertaining though they had been to write. There were a number of things I wasn't happy with, but three things stood out in particular: firstly, the egregious dip in writing standards at the end of Chapter 2; secondly, the appalling character assassination that concluded Chapter 3; and thirdly, I did not feel that the characters were being rendered quite as I saw them in my head - save maybe Martin. I've gone back and rewritten a lot. Chapter 1 is much the same as it was with just a few minor tweaks. Chapter 2 has been significantly rewritten, especially the end with which I was previously deeply dissatisfied. Chapter 3 has gotten the chop. Though Kate is an integral character to the story, I've decided to introduce her much later in the story and in such a way that does not shred her integrity just for the sake of showing that she's a badass. She is a badass. But outright murdering people she could arrest is not something she would ever do, and her integrity as a cop is one of the key conflicts of the storyline. So Chapter 3 doesn't work. Meanwhile I prefer to keep the focus on who the real protagonist of the story is: Elise. The first half of the story focuses significantly more on her character development. As such, I have an entirely new Chapter 3 to replace the old one. There's also a brand new Chapter 4, and a prologue that I think adds a bit extra to the story. The good news or bad news depending upon how you look at it is that the story now runs to just shy of 13,000 words and we're not quite halfway. In any case, I've decided to lay down here what I've gotten to so far, although I now know better than to make promises for when the next chapters are going to appear. Anyway, hope you're all doing well. Enjoy, Des Tremethyk Prologue At the carefully selected location high above the dockyard a man cupped his hands against the cool early Sunday morning breeze as he lit his last cigarette. He'd had a commanding view of the forest of dockworkers and paraphernalia when he'd been standing on this exact spot just hours before. But now a thick cloud of fog obscured the waterfront and the piers below. It made no real difference to him. He had people where he needed them to be. For now he had only to wait. He did not move as footsteps approached his position from somewhere in the distance behind him. He stood there savouring his vice as the rhythmic thuds grew louder before turning metallic as another man came up the gangway behind him. 'Nothing yet, Aiden?' the smoker asked his visitor casually, as the man in the greatcoat and trilby stepped up alongside him and leaned over the side gripping the railing. Aiden pushed himself back and brushed off the front of his coat. 'Not a peep, sir,' Aiden replied softly, not looking his boss in the eye. 'I'm not "sir"', the man reminded him, waving his cigarette irritably, 'Not out here. You know better than that.' Aiden smiled to himself weakly. 'Sorry, Arthur,' Aiden pled meekly, 'But my answer remains the same.' Arthur snorted and stomped his feet on the steel platform impatiently. 'What are we doing out here?' Arthur complained petulantly, 'Bloody middle of the night dockyard liaisons? Seriously, who does that?' 'It's happening here, Arthur,' Aiden insisted, 'we've been over this a hundred times.' 'I'm not saying you're wrong,' Arthur responded, 'I'm saying anybody with half a brain would know it was a terrible idea. I find it hard to believe that his contacts agreed to it.' 'Very hard to believe, Arthur.' Arthur shot Aiden an inquisitive glance, but said nothing. The pressure must be getting to him, Arthur thought to himself. Arthur clapped his friend on the back. 'Don't fret, lad,' Arthur assured him, 'You're right. We've thought of everything. Can't go wrong.' Aiden sighed and closed his eyes. Preparation was the key and he'd gone over every detail until his eyes had bled. He knew he'd never get this kind of opportunity again and he was determined to make the most of it. Even Arthur had shown some admiration for the thoroughness of the planning that Aiden had allowed him to see. Still… 'Tremethyk didn't seem all that keen on it yesterday afternoon…?' Aiden ventured, watching his boss closely. Arthur frowned. 'That daft playboy's losing his marbles,' Arthur declared gruffly, 'Who cares what he thinks?' 'He thinks this is a bad idea, then?' 'Who cares what he thinks?' Arthur repeated obdurately. 'Well, maybe we could-' 'It's gonna work, goddammnit,' Arthur insisted, 'I know these types. Get so caught up in their persona of bullshit that they lose touch with reality. They'd be the devil to catch if they weren't totally up their own arses. But our fellows are better trained,' he added proudly. 'Yeah…' Aiden trailed off. 'Anyway - get your head in the game, son,' Arthur chided his subordinate, 'it won't be long now.' The two men continued to stand vigil up above. Arthur was almost right. It had already begun. Chapter One: Dust Dark. Cool. Dry. A gloomy cellar. The room was nearly silent. The only sounds came from the wind and the twigs of the ash tree outside as they skittered across the narrow, grimey slat glass window near the ceiling. Every so often sunlight would flash through the waving boughs and then through the window to illuminate fractions of the room. Save for the afternoon's rays the room would be completely dark. In the corner a steep spiral staircase rose out of sight, the stone steps worn by ages of use. Leaning on the opposite wall was a very tall and wide semicircular cedar table some four metres in diameter. Scattered around the rest of the room were three dilapidated wooden chairs, an easel, a vice, a bucket, and a work bench covered in tools and dust. Somewhat unusually, the room was occupied. A young auburn-haired lady of no more than twenty five years lay bound and gagged and motionless underneath the cedar table. It would not be immediately clear to a hypothetical rescuer whether the woman lay alive or dead. Her torso and her legs right down to her tightly bound ankles were blanketed by a very wide gentleman's coat. She appeared petite for a woman of her age and the coat seemed to have been designed in mind of a man more than twice her size. Had she two bound companions of similar size on either side of her they would all three have comfortably fit under the extraordinarily large garment. But she lay alone - and alive for the time being. The wind picked up outside and the small branches started to rap on the window with more urgency as if they understood the woman's predicament. The noise finally seemed to elicit a response and a small moan escaped the woman's taped over lips as she awoke. Elise opened her eyes blearily. She tried to stretch before remembering her bonds and how she had come to be here. Still in this room, then... and still alone. Damn. Elise was surprised by how calm she felt upon waking this time. This was her second day of captivity and still she had not seen a living soul since she had been chloroformed and plucked off a quiet street the previous day in broad daylight. It was tricky to move with her hands, thighs and ankles bound together, but her unknown kidnapper had mercifully bound her wrists in front of her. She found that the limited freedom this gave her made squirming across the floor possible and she chose this moment to wiggle out from the coat and lean her back against the wall underneath the table. Elise shifted a little uneasily on the hard stone and her loose business skirt clung damply to her bottom. She had wet herself twice since being captured; when she had woken up on the cellar floor for the first time the day before in a panic, and the following morning when her bladder reached its capacity and she tearfully realised that she could hold it no longer. She had felt humiliated upon realising both accidents, particularly the second which had soaked her skirt and tights leaving a massive puddle at the base of the stairs. Though nobody had seen her disgrace herself she still could not help but feel impotent outrage at the people who had dumped her there like a chained animal. She was hungry, dehydrated, cramping, and in her forty hours in the room nobody had come to show any interest as to whether she was alive or dead. She grimly thought to herself that it seemed likely that they didn't care. The bound girl sat there for a few minutes listening to the twigs that had awoken her, straining her hearing and willing herself to hear from outside any other sound that might indicate the presence of another person nearby. She could hear nothing of the kind. Looking around the room, Elise got an uneasy sense that something had changed. The light was starting to fade as the sun went down outside and she realised that she would only have a handful more precious minutes to move about the room before it would get pitch black and she would have to bed down for the night. Deciding that she would try to see if she could hear anything from inside the house, she wiggled across the room to the base of the stairs. She skirted the far wall, flushing as she remembered to avoid the puddle of her urine that she had left near the stairs earlier in the day. Having reached the base of the stairs, she leaned against the wall and tried to determine whether any sound came from within the house. She could only hear the whirr of an air-conditioner, and before long she realised that something else was out of place. She looked to where she had accidented earlier that day and she noticed the puddle was completely gone! Bewildered, she leaned down and gingerly put her face to the floor to confirm her suspicion. She sniffed. Pine detergent?! Somebody had been inside while she had slept! She looked over to the corner where she had first awoke the day before and noticed with a shock that the drying remains of the first puddle had been mopped away as well. Somebody's been inside and they cared more about their stupid floor than me!, Elise realised with indignation. Trying to shout through her gag, Elise attempted to climb the steps to bang on the door with her wrists, but found climbing the steep steps in her condition to be quite impossible. Her elbows slipped and banged painfully into the bottom steps. Tears sprang to her eyes as she collapsed exasperated and upset back onto the floor. She sobbed bitterly. Elise wouldn't treat her worst enemy with such contempt, and she couldn't imagine what it was that she could have done to have been singled out for this treatment. After some minutes spent sprawled on the floor, she miserably slid back under the table using her bound wrists to lever the coat over her body again. But no sooner had she settled down before she heard a door open somewhere above and behind her and footsteps crossing the ceiling. Heart suddenly racing and with a dry mouth and an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach the girl watched fearfully as she heard the cellar door get wrenched open and footsteps begin to descend the stairs. Chapter 2: Die Vorschlaghammer In a quiet area on the outskirts of the city, a single car sped down a lonely road lined with unfinished housing blocks. Even as dusk fell, the streets lay mostly unilluminated and the headlights of the vehicle blazed a path of white light through the dim twilight that prevailed over the avenues of ghostly concrete shells and scaffolding. The lone occupant of the sedan gazed out the window at what was effectively his kingdom. Through a series of strategic, carefully-planned construction contracts on behalf of Syndicate-aligned firms, Alan Sanders had succeeded in clandestinely taking control of the continued development of the entire district and through the use of some industrial shenanigans had brought further development of the area to a complete standstill. For the time being, the Syndicate owned the neighbourhood and it suited them to keep it sparsely populated. The situation could have caused a significant public scandal if certain 'independent' surveyors commissioned during the later stages of development hadn't conveniently found previously undetected chemical contaminants in the soil at multiple sites throughout the area making further suburban development totally out of the question. Now the councils were making up excuses to the public and doing the Syndicate's covering up for them. It couldn't carry on forever, but in the eyes of Alan's few superiors it was a real stroke of genius which had propelled the young man to his lofty position in the organisation's ranks. Unfortunately for Alan, his reputation tended to precede him throughout the organisation. It was for this very reason that his subordinates had failed to inform him of their kidnapping of Elise Wakefield until the day after the blunder was committed. As he closed in on the safe house at the end of the road in which she was being detained, he knew very well that he was in damage control. Alan had no use for this hostage with which he had been saddled. He could have had her disappeared, but this thought struck Alan as ungentlemanly. In an odd kind of way, he was an honourable man. Certainly, an honourable crook. It was true that few in the Syndicate were feared as much as Alan, but his reputation for ruthlessness was perhaps a little misplaced. He had certainly never let expediency trump his conscience when it came to unrelated members of the public and he deplored needless violence. Of course, that didn't change the fact that he had to get rid of his prisoner and to do so fast. But he couldn't just push her out onto the street they'd spirited her away from like nothing had happened. First, he needed certainty. The car pulled into the driveway and Alan retrieved a balaclava from the glovebox. For a second he eyed the material with some resentment. Alan was very much a gentleman's gentleman and he did not enjoy dressing himself up as a thug. On the other hand, he absolutely could not afford to be identifiable and he was going to have to speak to his prisoner face-to-face. It only had to stay on until he could ensure that she was properly blindfolded, Alan reasoned. So, with a measure of reluctance he pulled the woollen material down over his face, exited the car, strode up the driveway and entered the house. The front door admitted Alan into a kind of entrance hall. To his immediate left lay a fully furnished lounge room, while a doorway on his right would have taken him to a dining room with an attached kitchen. Stairs at the back of the hall ascended to the upper level which contained bedrooms and a bathroom. Of interest to Alan and adjacent to the stairs was a wooden and stained-glass pane door beyond which lay the descending stone spiral staircase which led to the basement workshop in which his guest was being entertained. As he crossed the floor to open the door he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the door's coloured-glass panels; a short, stocky man in a business suit… and balaclava. He snorted at the jarring asymmetry of it and then he was through the door and descending the stairs. The room came into sight as Alan rounded the last few steps and he came to a halt at the base. He could see from his vantage point that the prisoner was lying on her side underneath the cedar table on the other side of the room. He couldn't see her face and she seemed to be feigning sleep. Alan wasn't buying it, however, and he decided that taking charge at this stage meant using his voice. A suitably fake voice, of course. 'You are awake, Miss Wakefield,' Alan asserted in a more gravelly voice than normal. 'And I am not here to play games. You have some questions to answer and if your answers are truthful, I may grant you your release.' Alan smirked to himself as Elise betrayed her sleeping act by visibly jolting into alertness. 'Before you can answer my questions, however, I will be blindfolding you,' Alan continued. 'You are to keep your eyes shut until then. You must not ever see my face.' Hearing a timorous moan of acknowledgement, Alan managed a thin smile and tugged the balaclava off as he crossed the floor and tossed it aside. Where Elise lay underneath the table, Alan could see that she had her eyes clenched almost theatrically tight. Good. She understands. This should be fixable. He gently dragged the petite redhead out from under the table then rolled her onto her side to face her away from him so he could safely blindfold her without any risk of being seen. A pretty young lady, he thought to himself. Though he supposed that it shouldn't make a difference. Reaching into his breast pocket, Alan withdrew a large handkerchief and folded it lengthways to serve as a blindfold. He then gently lifted Elise's unresisting head off the ground to apply the blindfold, carefully manipulating the fabric around her soft tresses of chestnut-red curls. As he did so he noticed that she was shaking and he could see streaks of tears on her cheeks. Alan felt a twinge of sympathy, but he was a professional and he had his job to do. Blindfold successfully fitted, Alan sat down on the stone floor behind the bound girl. 'I'm sorry about all of this,' Alan said softly and with some genuine sympathy. 'I don't want to hurt you... If I can make it happen, I'd like to let you go.' 'But first, I must ask you a very important question,' Alan continued wearily. 'I have to ensure that you cannot betray me should I decide to release you. I will remove the tape over your mouth to allow you to answer.' 'But be assured that any screaming will result in a termination of this… interview, as well as of any chance you have of leaving here alive'. Alan added harshly. 'Do you understand?' Elise made a noise somewhere between a squeak and mumble. 'Very well'. Alan reached down and removed her gag. 'Please don't kill me, please, please, I swear I won't tell anyone, I won't say anything-' Elise gabbled, her voice shaking. 'Calm yourself,' Alan soothed, taken aback by her desperation. 'Elise, isn't it? Listen to me, Elise, my name is… My name is Alan. And that's the truth.' Harmless detail. Anybody would assume it to be a false name, anyway. 'I meant what I said,' he continued, 'I don't want to hurt you. I wish you had never been brought here and I want you to go home tonight. But it's not as simple as that... I do need to know what you know about why you're here. Do you know where you are? Do you know why you're here?' Alan enquired, his voice level, but his heart racing. This was crucial. 'I don't know! I swear!' Elise pleaded, praying that her kidnapper would hear the truth in her voice. 'I was walking to my car, you grabbed me, and I woke up here! I didn't see anything, I don't remember anything, please mister, I promise I don't know-…' Alan gently shushed her to calm her down. Inwardly he was sighing in relief. She thought that he was her kidnapper. The morons who'd actually done it had at least managed it without compromising themselves to the victim. They had earned themselves a much less painful death. 'Hmmm. Well, Miss, I don't really see any harm in letting you go home tonight,' Alan said. 'But if that's what you want then you're going to do exactly what I say, when I say it. And that starts with you staying quiet for the time being.' 'Thank you, sir!' Elise breathed, hardly daring to believe her ears. 'I swear I won't tell a soul.' 'I would know if you did, believe me,' growled Alan, but without much menace. 'Now I hope you won't take offence if I reapply the tape.' She started to speak again but he was already regagging her. He then bent down to pick her up. He got one hand under her right shoulder and she mewled something in protest. Getting his other hand under her thighs, he realised her skirt was damp and he jerked back his hand in surprise. Then he saw the oval shaped dark patch on the seat of the girl's skirt. She's pissed her pants! Christ almighty, don't tell me those cretins left her down here on her own for hours at a time. Sitting her back upright with her back to the wall he removed her gag. 'Miss, I noticed you, er… had an… accident.'. Alan had dropped the pretence of his false voice completely. The discovery had made him angry. 'I… I couldn't hold it!' Elise blurted out in an angry sob. 'You just left me here! I couldn't do anything!' 'Just left here?!' Alan exclaimed, aghast. 'You haven't been untied at all? What about for meals?' 'N- No! I haven't even seen anyone! I haven't had anything to eat or drink since I got here! And I had to… go to the bathroom on myself,' she cried indignantly, flushing as she confessed. Fucking hell. They just left her here? Brutes! They'll pay dearly for this. 'Jesus. I'm going to get you some water. I'll be back.' Alan ascended the stairs in a rush leaving Elise sitting there alone. She had no idea what was going on. Was this man her kidnapper? Had this been some stupid joke that had gone wrong? Why had he only turned up after all this time? It boggled the mind. She could hear the plumbing working upstairs, and with some unease the sound jolted a reminder to her that in spite of her earlier accidents she had still not pooped for a couple of days and she would need to go soon or risk having an even more humiliating accident. A few minutes later, Alan came down the stairs holding a sandwich and a jug of liquid which fizzed audibly as he approached. 'Berocca,' he said by way of explanation. 'I've brought you a sandwich as well. I'll unbind your hands so you can eat and drink. After that we are leaving. Wrists.' She presented him her wrists and started to mumble her request just as she felt her tummy cramp, causing her to jerk her hands a bit. 'What was that?' Alan asked sharply. 'I… I have to go to the bathroom again.' Elise mumbled, blushing beneath her blindfold. 'Oh! Oh, okay, well, there are facilities upstairs. But drink that first. You're dehydrated, you'll feel a lot better for it. Now… wrists, please.' Elise bit back the impudent response that leapt to her brain and simply nodded and presented her wrists again. She would be able to hold it a while longer and the deprivation of fluids during her incarceration was indeed causing her a nasty headache to go along with all her other troubles. 'I know it can't make up for anything or even really mean much,' Alan rambled, a little defensively. 'Nevertheless, I really can't tell you how sorry I am about the way you've been treated. The people responsible for this will be held accountable, you have my word.' Aren't you responsible? Elise thought to herself with some confusion and a little bitterness. But at the same time she felt a nervous, hopeful energy. She was going to be released. With her hands now free she felt a glass being proffered to her. She gulped down the contents gratefully. Under other circumstances she'd have been nervous that the drink might have been tampered with. But she was completely in this man's power anyway, and it did not seem as though he wanted her harmed. With the glass emptied she started on the sandwich which had been tossed onto her lap. She heard her captor refill the glass and take a drink from it himself. Definitely not drugged, then. Elise heard the glass being topped up again before Alan stood up and strode back over to the stairs. She finished the sandwich and picked up the glass again. It did not take her long to drain the second glass, but she decided not to return for a third. The urge to relieve herself had not abated during her meal, and to her surprise she even felt some pressure growing in her bladder. She thought her body could not have had all that much liquid in it left. Realising that her need was more pressing than she'd hoped, Elise addressed Alan again. 'Mister Alan, please. I need to go to the bathroom now.' Elise asked as politely but urgently as she could manage, sheepishly feeling like a schoolgirl asking her teacher for permission for the bathroom. As she said it, her tummy cramped momentarily and to her embarrassment she was unable to stop a fart from escaping audibly. Flushing pink to the roots of her hair and a little annoyed to have been ignored, she asked again. 'Please, sir,' she whimpered, 'I really need to go!' 'Be quiet!' Alan snapped suddenly from near the stairs, a razor edge in his voice taking her by surprise. Stung by the rebuke, Elise fell silent and tried to understand what she could have done to antagonise him. The answer came to her moments later when she heard other voices coming from upstairs. Were they police? Should she call out? Surely they'd find her anyway? A stream of thoughts rushed through her head as she tried to process the arrival of others. She was so caught up in them that she didn't hear Alan's near noiseless approach. 'The people upstairs are the ones who took you,' Alan suddenly hissed in her ear, nearly causing her to void into her underwear in fright. 'but it was a… a case of mistaken identity? You don't have what they want. Unfortunately, they're not the kind to throw back a catch and my bet is that they have come to liquidate you.' 'L-liquidate?' Elise rasped with a growing feeling of dread. 'Liquidate,' Alan repeated obliquely. 'They are stupid and cowardly and they tend to look for… short cuts…' Elise completely tensed up. Was this a trick? It sounded absurd, the kind of surrealism that you might expect in a movie. But she couldn't - wouldn't - bet her life on it. 'W-what… What can we do?' she asked nervously. For a moment there was silence. 'I need you to trust me.' 'What? What does that mean?' Elise asked desperately and almost too loudly, fearing what the answer might be. 'I am going to return you to the condition in which I found you and then I will head back into the house and wait for our friends to get separated. I will deal with them one at a time.' Elise gulped. So there was going to be violence. And if he couldn't overcome the others… 'Please,' she begged, 'Please don't leave me here. Don't let them-… Don't let them….' Her voice broke as she stammered over the sentence she couldn't bring herself to say. She felt her blindfold being pulled off and she blinked in the gloom, tears clouding her vision. She could blearily take in her captor crouching before her; a young man only a little older than she was. He had thick dark hair, grey eyes, greying stubble, and he was dressed in a neat navy suit. 'I will have to leave you here,' he said with a strange look on his face. 'But I won't let them hurt you. You have my word.' He quickly refastened her wrist bindings and reapplied the tape. He then placed the makeshift blindfold, the jug, and the glass into a box under the workbench. He then quietly reascended the stairs, flicking the light back off as he went. Elise was left alone in the dark and quiet room once more. She shivered, frightened of the uncertain fate that awaited her and becoming increasingly aware of the pressure building in the back and in the front. Time passed, perhaps an hour with her huddled in the dark. She quietly farted every now and then releasing the pressure that was building up, but she knew she couldn't hold it forever. She could hear the voices above her having an animated conversation although she couldn't make out their words. At one point it seemed to become quite heated and she was sure she heard a glass being broken. What are they talking about? How would Alan be able to separate them? Why is it taking so long, she thought as she shifted uncomfortably. Then she heard heavy footsteps cross the ceiling again and a door opened at the top of the stairs. The light came on. '-… -nd get her. You call Handscombe.' Elise was thunderstruck. That wasn't Alan's voice. What was he doing?! He'd been right there on his haunches in front of her - his grey-eyed gaze boring into her frightened viridian eyes - and he'd left her with a promise to protect her. Hadn't he? But with a sinking feeling, Alan's first instruction came rushing back and engulfed her like a bath of ice, tensing her body and sapping the breath from her chest. 'You must not ever see my face.' he'd said. And she had, hadn't she? But he was the one who'd taken off her blindfold. She didn't ask him to do that. It wasn't fair! Why did he do that? Was he just planning to let them finish her off after all? She heard the footsteps draw closer and closer until a giant of a man rounded the base of the stairs. 'Well, well… Princess Pissypants is awake!' he proclaimed in a rough voice to the sound of laughter upstairs. Filled with doubts, Elise squealed and tried to wriggle backwards away from the man. He leered at her as she bumped her head into one of the table legs behind her. 'We're going on a loooonnnng drive, baby doll. If you be a good girl I might even get you a fresh diaper on the way.' He advanced on her with a wicked smirk as she squirmed under the table to get away from him. 'Come on, now, come on out to Daddy,' the man said with glittering eyes. 'If you come out now, I promise I won't even hurt you. Maybe, anyway.' Suddenly there were some shouts from upstairs and a loud crash. The man paused and half-turned. 'Hey, what's going on up there?' he shouted with a nervous edge in his voice. Elise profited from the distraction by rolling herself as far under the table as she could manage. She pushed her back up against the wall and tucked up her knees to get her feet as far away from the edge of the table as possible. She wasn't crying now, but she was shaking violently, silently pleading for the man to take the bait; to leave her alone and go back upstairs. Having received no answer from upstairs, the man seemed to hesitate. He took a step towards the staircase, then seemed to think better of it and rounded on Elise again. 'Come out now or when I get my hands on you I will tear your throat out with my bare hands!' he roared. Elise was paralysed with terror. This is it, then. Whatever's happening upstairs, down here it's just me and the monster. She was dimly aware of a warmth spreading underneath her ass. She looked down and could see a puddle growing where she sat as she forcefully peed into her nylons with no control or restraint. But even realising this loss of composure, she knew she could not give in. Going out there would be a death sentence. Her only hope was to try to make things difficult for her attacker. The man was far too large to fit under the table so he would have to try to heft it aside to get at her. He was a large man, but it was a massive table with iron struts and it seemed to have been bolted straight into the rock. If it were as immovable as she fervently hoped it was then there was no way he could get her out in a hurry. But she did not have forever. Where was Alan?! She used her thumbs to rip the tape away from her mouth and screamed, hoping against hope that Alan could hear it and had not abandoned her. This disobedience seemed to send her assailant into a towering rage. He tried to pull the table away. It shifted no more than a few millimetres before his grip slipped and with a yawp of exasperation he gave up trying to move it. Elise didn't dare to believe it. Her plan had worked! He couldn't get her out! But the man walked across the room and selected a sledgehammer from the workbench. He stalked back towards her with murder in his eyes, the heft of the sledge dragging along the cellar floor ominously. Surely not. Surely he can't- The man drew it back and with an almighty heave he swung it down with the primal force of a goliath. With an almighty crash the cedar buckled and nearly split in two right down the middle. The noise was deafening. The man's strength seemed superhuman. And then he drew it back for a second swing. The poor girl saw her life flashing before her eyes. She couldn't believe that she was going to go out this way. How could anyone have that kind of strength? Where was Alan? She was going to be pulverised! Through her shock she felt her bowels begin to move. At first it started slowly, her poop solid and coming out into her lace-cotton panties at a steady pace, forming a tennis-ball sized bulge in her tights. Then all of a sudden it seemed to rush out all at once. She had completely lost control and was filling her panties with mushy poop loudly and uncontrollably. Nearly three days' worth of soft crap filled out the seat of her underwear and tights making a very large bulge under her bottom and filling the small space with the unpleasant smell of her accident. I'm messing myself, Elise thought to herself through the shellshock. I'm about to die and when they find me they'll know that I filled my pants like a toddler. And with that, the sledge reached its apex, and out of futile despairing instinct she ducked her head. The world went dark. Elise blinked against the near total blackness, willing her eyes to work. For an eerie, fleeting moment she wondered if she was dead. But the clatter of the sledgehammer's heft impacting the stone floor dispelled that vision, and she heard her assailant's furious, fearful shout as he span around. 'Who was that?! Show yourself, you coward! Do you- Two shots rang out in rapid succession. Elise heard the man slump to the floor. Gloomy strands of light were filtering down the stairs now, and she could make out a silhouette standing over the threshold, a pistol outstretched in one arm. Self-awareness returned and Elise came crashing back to earth. Her lungs had frozen in her chest the moment her attacker's sledge reached the zenith of its vicious killing blow. But now she breathed. Her eyes glazed over as she took in desperate, shuddering gasps of air. As the figure advanced into the room, Elise's hyperventilation began to slow. Eventually it receded to the point where she leaned on a table leg and began to sob loudly. But through the ghastly shock she felt her resolve to return to her. She grunted determinedly, forcing herself to bring her breathing back under control. When she looked to her rescuer again its shadowy form stood over the felled giant. Something was being inspected. Still weeping quietly, Elise watched as the spectre toyed with something small. Then it turned to the table and bent down to peer at her. Through the obscurity, she finally saw the creature's face. A mask. A blank, white mask. The eyeholes were two pits of shadow in the half-light, but from within those wells of black she could feel a penetrating gaze staring right through her. Ghoulish though it was, after all that had happened it did not frighten Elise. Just a mask, a man in a mask, she thought to herself. Is it Alan? The figure silently reached into a pocket and withdrew a knife. It tossed it next to her meaningfully. Then turning on its heel, the figure glided back up the stairs and exited the cellar without a second glance. Elise sat stunned for a moment before she came to her senses. 'H-Hey!' she yelled after the figure. 'Wait!' With trembling hands, she grabbed the knife and sawed away at her restraints, accidentally nicking her ankle in her haste to get free. Alan had not bound her wrists tightly so with some care she was able to cut those bonds as well. But it took time. She clambered out from her hiding space, wincing as she felt the mound of poop in her underwear and tights squishing up against her rear. But she couldn't worry about that now. She had to get out of here. Shaking as she stepped around the outline of her attacker's motionless body, Elise climbed the stairs and exited the cellar to find a house seemingly untouched by the commotion she had heard. Or so she thought until she saw two bodies slumped in the lounge room adjacent to the entrance hall. With a shock, she recognised the navy-clad figure closest to the door. A bloodied knife lay on the ground below Alan's outstretched hand. True to his word, he had tried to protect her. She approached and noted with surprise that he was unbloodied. The other man was bleeding out all over the floor and appeared to have been run through with the knife. Alan, on the other hand, seemed to have been struck from behind. He's still breathing! Suddenly the reality of the situation hit Elise like the sledgehammer she had only just barely evaded. Her captors were incapacitated or dead. The masked man was gone. She was free of her bonds. Nobody could stop her leaving. She was free. Outside, the rain intensified from a drizzle to a downpour. Through the sheets of water cascading over the gutters to the concrete paving outside she could see a silver car parked in the driveway. And beyond lay freedom in the cold, dark night. With escape a fait accompli few others would have hesitated. And yet here stood Elise with her head to one side, sucking on her lower lip with calculation stamped across her soft features. It struck Elise that Alan was not very tall. It was a strange thought to have, but he couldn't have been more than two inches taller than she, and he looked even smaller still lying knocked out cold on the floor. To Elise's faint surprise she felt sorry for him. He was in with these crooks, she knew. But he wasn't like them, was he? He'd tried to protect her. As she stood there wrestling with her indecision, Alan stirred a little, groaning, and reached out for his knife before slumping back to the floor. And just like that, she made up her mind. She was going to get even. Grabbing a set of keys she saw lying on the coffee table in front of the sofa, Elise shook Alan to wake him. He stirred once more, but seemed very groggy. 'Come on, let's get out of here,' Elise said firmly. Alan was too out of it to resist as she led him out the door to the driveway and into the night. Chapter 3: En Route Rivulets cascaded over the gutters in thin refractive columns as Elise and Alan lurched out the doorway under the security light towards the stationary sedan. The water drenched Elise's white blouse in mere moments and sent little columns of ice streaming down the small of her back and into the waistband of her skirt. Staggering down the driveway, the pair halted next to the vehicle as the deluge took hold of them and drenched them to their bones. Keys. Elise's fingers shook as she fumbled with the keys. Finding a fob, she unlocked the car and wrenched open the passenger side door. With Alan grumbling and moving erratically, Elise managed to womanhandle him into his seat and tossed his legs in after him. Slamming the door shut, she trotted around to the car's right-hand side and, rushing to get out of the icy shower, she plonked herself roughly down into the driver's seat. Squish. The mess that she had forgotten about in a few blessed moments of adrenaline now oozed through the legholes of her hopelessly browned bikini underpants into her black nylon tights and smeared her upper thighs. Some had been forced up to the elastic at the back, left and right across the cheeks of her buttocks, and worryingly close to other unmentionable vectors. If Elise's facial expression in that moment could have been committed to canvas by a painter it would have been a prizewinning masterpiece. In spite of herself, Elise half-giggled through her shock. The old joke was right, it really did feel like she was sitting in a shepherd's pie, she thought to herself with amusement. One embarrassing classroom wetting aside, Elise had never had many accidents. In the heat of the moment when she had been facing oblivion earlier, her messing had seemed almost mundane like it was just another slide in the horror show that she'd only narrowly escaped. But now she could almost laugh about it… She shifted a little and felt the mess squelch below her like a water cushion. It must have been the adrenaline, but she felt exhilarated; like she'd gotten away with something incredibly naughty. But as the smell started to fill the car she realised she would not be able to hide what she'd done from Alan. She finally glanced at Alan only to see that he was awake and watching her, eyes open and mouth slightly ajar. 'Oh! It's… I…' was all a flustered and slightly humiliated Elise could manage before Alan interrupted. 'Home. Override!' Alan enunciated, more loudly and firmly than Elise would have thought he could have managed in his condition. But her surprise at his apparent recovery was nothing compared to her shock as the vehicle responded to its master's command. The car locked its doors. The vehicle started itself up in defiance of the keys Elise still clutched in her right hand. Then it began reversing down the driveway as Elise grappled with the steering wheel in futile confusion. Then she heard a female voice. 'Voice activation engaged. Welcome back, Master Sanders. Navigating to Home - Inner Rothsay.' Panicking a little at the realisation she'd been trapped again, Elise floundered with the controls in desperation. The steering wheel did nothing. The pedals did nothing. The gearstick felt like it had been fixed in cement. As the car pulled out onto the street, she rounded on Alan angrily. 'What did you do?! What are you doing?! Where are we going?! Why-…' she cried before Alan interrupted. 'We're getting to safety. The only place I know for sure we'll be safe.' 'Home? Your home? Stop! Let me out!' 'I can't. We're not safe. You're not safe. Those fuc-…' remembering his manners, Alan cut off the expletive. 'I mean, those… gentlemen apparently did some… silly things that have made things worse. A lot worse. You can't go home now, they would come back for you.' 'But they're dead!' Alan eyed her calculatingly. 'Both of them?' he asked, eyebrow arched. 'Yes!' 'Well, then, clearly I've underestimated you, Miss,' Alan said, impressed. 'How'd you do it?' 'Do what? I-… Wait, no, I-I didn't! Somebody else was there!' 'Somebody else?' Alan furrowed his brow. 'Yes! I-' 'Who?' Alan interrupted. 'W-well,' Elise stammered, 'I, I, I'm not sure. They never spoke, or at least I don't think they did.' '"You don't think they did"?' Alan repeated at her impatiently, 'Well, did they or didn't they?' 'Look,' Elise snarled angrily, 'that maniac you let come downstairs nearly smashed me apart with a sledgehammer! I was a bit too focused on that to be worrying about other things like who said what and when!' 'Wait - Anders attacked you? With a sledgehammer?!' Alan exclaimed in astonishment. 'But they were planning to-…' 'IT HAPPENED!' Elise thundered indignantly. 'I was under the table and he tried to kill me!' 'Okay, okay, I understand, I do apologise for my rudeness,' said Alan contritely, raising his hands in apology. 'This other person, he killed Anders and set you free?' 'Uh… Yes…' Elise confirmed uncertainly. 'Just as the huge guy was going to strike, this other guy came down and fired a pistol. And then he threw a knife to me.' 'He saw you, then? Did you get a good look at him?' Alan inquired curiously. 'Why does it matter?' 'It could be very important. Please.' Elise bowed her head into her hands and rubbed her temples. 'I don't know,' she said quietly. 'I didn't get that good a look. He had a white mask on.' 'Ah,' Alan uttered stonily, and with this disclosure he fell silent and diverted his gaze to stare out the window. Elise gaped at him for a moment. It seemed like this new revelation was troubling him and she could sense that Alan knew more than he was letting on. 'I don't suppose you saw where this person went?' Alan enquired eventually. 'No.' The car turned off the road they had been on to a wider dual-carriageway road. Here streetlights intermittently illuminated the interior of the car as Elise chewed her lower lip and stared at Alan with a mixture of frustration and apprehension. As ever, Alan's poker face was unreadable, but she thought she could detect worry and possibly even fear. But she had worries of her own. 'Am I still your hostage?' Elise asked with some trepidation. 'Hmmm?' Alan appeared to stir from his reverie. 'You said I can't leave,' Elise reminded him bitterly. 'You're taking me somewhere else against my will. What are you going to do with me?' 'Well… No. You're not,' Alan sighed. 'As I said, we're going to the only place I know for sure we'll be safe. Then we can decide what to do.' 'But they're dead!' Elise exclaimed. 'I told you!' 'Makes no difference, I'm afraid,' Alan continued glumly. 'Those two clowns were going to try to ransom you off to somebody on the premise that you had something valuable that they're looking for. And they'd already given your name.' Elise frowned in bewilderment. 'Who were they going to ransom me to?' she asked confusedly. 'I don't know exactly. All I know is that it's someone well-connected with a lot of… well, certain kinds of people that you don't want to meet.' Alan fixed her with a grim stare. 'The kinds of people who own pig farms and chemical storage warehouses.' 'Well, what do they want from me?' 'I don't know that either. Information is my best guess,' Alan idly speculated. 'Documents, maybe?' Seeing the expression of protest on Elise's face Alan quickly added 'I know you don't have anything like that. Like I said earlier, it's an asinine case of mistaken identity. But that's what they're looking for. I think.' 'And it's worth kidnapping somebody over, is it?' Elise demanded as she glared at Alan. 'Honestly, I don't know what it's worth,' Alan responded impassively. 'What I do know is that if you had been carrying documents or whatever it is that those guys are after and they knew you had it, you would've thanked your lucky stars that the idiots back at the house who grabbed you first worked for me.' Silence reigned in the car for a moment as Elise took this in. 'So where do you fit in all of this, then?' 'Pardon?' 'Well, they want documents, or information, or whatever,' Elise observed. 'But in the end it wasn't them who kidnapped me. It was your men. So you're after something as well!' 'Maybe I just want money?' Alan suggested. 'Then you could have just gone through with the ransom to the other group!' Elise pointed out. Alan looked scandalised. 'I would never agree to that!' he snapped. 'What kind of a man do you think I am?' 'Oh, so you're not that sort of kidnapper, then?' Elise laughed. 'And you said you were going to let me go. I've never heard of a kidnapper giving up a ransom just because they didn't get the exact rich white girl that they set out to get!' In spite of himself, Alan smirked - seemingly with approval, but he said nothing. 'I think,' Elise continued slowly, 'I think you know exactly what it is that they're after. I think you want it too.' Elise held Alan's stony stare for a few seconds. Alan sighed. 'Look, I really am truly sorry about what's happened to you,' Alan stated with his head downcast, looking at his hands, 'Everything seems to be happening so fast. I'm ashamed to say this whole affair's been out of my control since the start.' He looked up at her. 'I didn't know that that oaf would try to kill you back there,' Alan continued, this time looking her square in the eye, 'I would never have permitted him to go down to bring you upstairs if I thought something like that might have happened. I'd have sooner shot him where he stood. Maybe I should have. But I promise you that I will not put you in harm's way like that again.' 'You could just let me out of the car now,' Elise suggested hopefully. The car had pulled up for a red light at an intersection on the edge of the Syndicate's new territory. Other road traffic whizzed past in front of them. Alan clicked his tongue. 'I told you, others would come looking for you,' Alan reminded her. 'Just because you don't have what they want doesn't mean that they wouldn't bury you in a ditch somewhere. Possibly - but not necessarily - after putting a bullet in the back of your head' 'So what am I supposed to do, then?' Elise exclaimed in dismay. 'I'm still your hostage, but it's all for my protection?' 'You're my guest, not my hostage,' Alan insisted. 'There's a difference.' 'Oh? What difference?' Alan dipped his head in exhaustion. 'Please, Miss Wakefield, I'm just trying to protect you.'. 'Are you?' Elise demanded. 'I only have your word for it that anybody else might come for me. Come to that, how can I be sure that anything you've said is true? You're lying, aren't you?! You're making all of this up just so that I will follow along compliantly without questioning anything and let you throw me into another cellar!' Alan looked up at her with a glint in his eye. 'You need proof? Okay.' Alan lifted his voice and addressed the car's internal service unit. 'Jacey, display review camera 11-, uh, 117. Please.' The female voice Elise had heard when the car had started up replied: 'Review Camera 117 connecting... Please stand by.' A panel above the car radio lit up and was showing a loading screen. After a couple of seconds a picture appeared showing a high-resolution CCTV view of the cellar workshop in which Elise had been imprisoned. Elise gaped in surprise at the picture. She did not remember seeing a camera in the room. 'Okay,' she said slowly, 'but what's this supposed to prove?' 'Hmmm,' Alan muttered to himself, 'well, nothing yet… Jacey, 116, please. Actually, 115, please, 115.' The view on the screen flicked to the entry hall of the house very briefly before moving to a camera showing the driveway they'd departed not ten minutes before. 'Aha!' Alan cried triumphantly, 'what have we here?' It was hard to make out in the dark, but another car had just pulled into the driveway. Elise watched as three men disembarked the car. The men were heavily built and casually dressed in jeans and sweaters. Each of them seemed to be carrying a firearm. 'Track them, please, Jacey,' Alan instructed, 'and I'd like audio when they enter the house too.' They watched from the driveway camera as the men entered the house. The screen switched to the entry hall camera feed. Two of the men went straight over to the cellar's glass-pane door and wrenched it open before descending. The man who stayed behind peeked into the lounge room curiously checking out the mess from Alan's fight with the dead man. '117, please, Jacey. And audio!' Alan reiterated. The view shifted back to the cellar camera. The two men had reached the bottom and were standing over the corpse of Elise's tormentor. One of the men spun around and kicked a bucket across the room, cursing in frustration. The other man reached for his phone, dialled, and then lifted it to his ear. 'Nope, sorry. They're dead. She's gone.' Elise was stunned. She looked from the screen to Alan and back to the screen. Alan merely grimaced without taking his eyes off the screen and nodded dejectedly to himself. The two men turned and went back up the stairs and the camera switched back to the entry hall. The man who had stayed upstairs was leaning against a wall as his colleagues came out of the cellar. 'Well?' The man who had made the phone call gave a quick shake of the head and continued out the door without breaking his stride. Shrugging, the leaning man followed him out just as the bucket-kicking man ascended from the cellar himself. He, too, started to follow his friends out, but stopped in the middle of the room and suddenly looked right up at the camera causing Elise to jolt upright in her seat. 'You smartarse pr*ck. We're gonna find you.' And with that he raised his pistol and the camera feed cut to static before switching to the driveway camera. 'We'll see about that,' Alan countered smugly. He glanced back to Elise and was taken aback when he saw her face. This turn of events had clearly affected her in a big way. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks as she sat transfixed watching the display as the men loaded up into the car and set off again. 'Ah,' Alan said, suddenly discomfited, 'er, Jacey, cut the feed, please, thank you.' As the feed cut to black, Elise broke into a sob and buried her face in her hands. Unsure of himself, Alan awkwardly reached across to pat her on the shoulder. 'Don't worry, Miss Wakefield, they will never find you,' Alan reassured her, 'you'll be safe with us, it's okay, it's alright.' 'Easy for you to say!' Elise sobbed, 'it's me they're after! I can't go home! I can't go anywhere! What about my family, my partner, my job? Oh god, Tyson. Who's looking after Tyson?!' 'Tyson?' Alan asked carefully, 'Who is Tyson?' 'My dog!' Elise shrieked, 'My partner's away on business and he's been at home by himself for three days! Nobody to feed him or give him water. All because of you! Oh my god, Tyson, we've got to go get him!' 'Are you crazy?' Alan jerked back in alarm, 'There will be people watching your house! Neither of us can go there!' 'He's my dog!' Elise yelled back hysterically, 'You want him to die of exposure? Let me out!' Elise scrabbled at the door and Alan leapt across to restrain her. 'Stop it! Stop it! Okay, okay, for god's sake, we'll get your damn dog!' Alan promised exasperatedly, 'I guess that can be a job for Millie. Gee, I hope she's home when we get back.' Elise slumped back and sobbed quietly in her seat, but she was beginning to calm down a little. 'Who's Millie?' Elise asked, sniffling. 'Erm,' Alan hesitated, struggling to think of a description that would do Emiliana Madaffari justice. 'She's, er, a friend of a friend,' he finished lamely, 'She'd be about your age. Actually, a bit younger, I think. She can be a bit of a, er, a livewire. If she gets too intense, be sure to tell her. God knows I have to. ' Alan shook his head. 'Anyway, we're not far off from arriving now. Three minutes, give or take.' They sat there in silence for a moment. Eventually Elise broke it. 'I… I'm sorry I called you a liar,' she said with a shaking voice. 'Miss Wakefield, you have nothing to apologise for,' Alan assured her, 'In your position, I'm sure I would have been suspicious too.' 'Elise,' Elise interjected. 'What?' 'Just Elise, please. 'Miss Wakefield' is weird, it makes you sound like my landlord.' Elise said, still sniffling but with a small chuckle. Alan stared blankly for a second before snickering awkwardly. 'Very well, Elise. Anyway, we're nearly there. We'll have dinner, and you can shower. I'm sure Millie has some clothes she can lend you. She'd be about your size, I think. And by hook or by crook we will get your dog.' 'Thanks,' Elise managed a weak smile for a second before she broke down again, 'But this is so insane, I can't believe this is all happening. How am I going to get my life back? I… I'm scared. I don't want to say it, but I am, I'm scared!' Alan was at a loss for words. Truth be told, he had never had the most sensitive people skills, and this one was well beyond him. And what could he even say? The people hunting her were animals. She was right to be scared. 'There, there…' he soothed pathetically, 'We'll… We'll work something out. In the meantime, you'll be safe where we're going. That much is true.' Silence reigned in the car for another moment once again broken only by Elise's sniffling. 'Sorry about your car seat, Alan…' Elise murmured sheepishly. 'What? What on earth for?' Alan asked with a frown. Elise blinked at him with incredulity. The unfortunate odour of her accident was unmistakeable in the car, but Alan's baffled expression betrayed no sign that he'd noticed it. Either he was a fantastic actor and set on playing the gentleman or he was being intensely obtuse. Maybe that hit to the head had done more damage than they'd realised, Elise pondered. 'I, uh, well, uh,' Elise stammered in confusion, 'You remember I said that I hadn't been untied to… go to the bathroom since you, well… kidnapped me. Well-…' 'Oh, that,' Alan interrupted, waving a hand dismissively, 'please don't worry about it. The seat will dry. The important thing is that you're safe.' 'Yes, but I didn't just-…' 'The rain probably rinsed it all out anyway,' Alan blundered on obliviously, 'it's just a bit of… water at the end of the day, no harm done.' 'Oh? Er, alright, then?' Elise ventured in bewilderment, searching Alan's expression for any hint of discreet understanding and finding only earnest ignorance. The car turned onto a narrow cobbled road and began to slow. This was an older, more affluent area, quite far removed from the hustle and bustle of the busy city centre that Elise called home. She peeked out curiously into the darkness. Facing each other from opposite sides of the lane, a hedge and a two-metre high sandstone wall completely blocked her view of the homes on either side. Further ahead she glimpsed the silhouettes of behemoth gothic mansions lurking in the distance, shrouded in shadow. 'We're here,' Alan announced woodenly as the car slowed up alongside the hedge and proceeded through a brass and steel gate that had opened automatically. As the car's headlights flashed over a bronze plaque adorning the stonework bestride the gate, Elise just had time to make out the name: 'Halatine Hill'. What lay beyond caused Elise's jaw to drop. They had been admitted to what looked like an old-fashioned country estate. A very large oak tree occupied the heart of a lush, manicured lawn which rolled away before them down to a tall red-brick Victorian manor which awaited them at the end of a rhododendron-lined driveway. Light poured out of large picture windows on the ground floor into trapezoids splayed across the grass around the house. Partly illuminated at the foot of the manor's front steps was a rose garden with a fountain featuring a stone statue of Hermes, naked except for a cloak and brandishing his famous kerykeion. 'What is this place?' Elise asked breathlessly. 'Home.' Alan answered simply. Elise gaped at him. 'Well, I guess that does seem to rule out any money motivations,' Elise mused teasingly. Alan shot her a look. 'This is a friend's place, not mine. I just live here. For the time being, anyway.' 'A friend?' Elise asked, 'This Millie girl?' 'Millie? Hah! No,' Alan sneered, 'but she does act as if she owns the place so watch out. Millie's… Millie. You'll see.' Elise wasn't sure what to make of that comment. But she pressed on. 'So who is the lucky owner, then?' Alan sighed, 'A gentleman named Roman Laquiere. We're… good friends. And since you're interested, he's also the one who had the bright idea of plucking a certain woman off a certain street not all that long ago.' The car pulled up to the side of the manor and parked itself neatly next to a gravel path that meandered towards the front of the house. 'You have reached your destination,' Jacey announced, 'Good evening, Master Sanders, Mistress Wakefield.' 'Wait, you mean-…' 'Let's go,' Alan said firmly. As Elise disembarked the vehicle she experienced the confronting sensation of suction as she peeled her bottom away from the chair. The seat was obviously quite badly soiled, Elise noted guiltily. She certainly wouldn't be able to hide that. But Alan was already making his way down the gravel path. It passed through a white wooden arbour gate and continued alongside the house underneath a pergola laced with vines and lilacs up to the front steps. Alan pushed the arbour gate open and turned back to give Elise a quizzical look. The sight of Alan holding the gate open for her made Elise hesitate. Was she really doing this? Voluntarily following her own captor into his lair? She'd heard of hostages experiencing Stockholm Syndrome before, but this wasn't like that. She'd come this far because she'd had no choice, but it didn't seem like it was Alan who was keeping her prisoner anymore. Nevertheless Elise dithered, half-expecting Alan would come over and force her up the path to the house to put her in his power again. But he just stood waiting at the gate watching her sadly. 'Why are you doing this?' she demanded tearing up again, 'I'm no use to you. You could have left me to those gangsters back there, but you didn't. You brought me here. Why?' Alan shrugged. 'You're involved now because of me. I feel responsible. You deserve better.' Elise stood there absorbing his words, turning them over in her head, trying to find the lie contained within. 'Come on, Elise. Let's go inside?' Alan suggested meekly. Well, she was here now. What else was there to do? Still, she felt like a ghost as she swept past Alan up the path towards the house. Alea iacta est. Chapter 4: Livewire The heavy oaken front door featured an impressive engraving of a lion fighting a bear amidst a storm. The design looked somewhat Eastern. Out of place among the rest of the manor's conservative architecture, Elise thought to herself as she waited for Alan to open the door for her. Just as Alan came up the steps, however, a dog started barking from inside. 'Beanie!' scolded a female voice from inside the house somewhere, 'Just a minute, Al!' Elise heard some footsteps approaching the door and feeling a little nervous she stepped behind Alan. The door unlocked and was pulled back bathing Alan and Elise in light and permitting a young German Shepherd to leap out the door and start jumping up at Alan. 'Get off me, you stupid mutt!' Alan exclaimed in annoyance, pushing the dogs waving front paws away from his hips. A figure moved into the doorway silhouetted by the light behind. 'Sorry about Beanie, Al' the shadow said with a giggle. 'I was going to take him for a walk this afternoon, but I ended up bingeing on Netflix instead.' Elise's eyes finally adapted to the light and took in the figure at the door. The pyjama-clad girl standing over the threshold was breathtakingly pretty. She had light brown hair that hung in a braid to just below her shoulders and she was a little shorter than Elise, but with a very youthful face - young enough to be in her mid-teens. By contrast, her full figure suggested late-teens and her bronzed skin hinted that she didn't spend a lot of time in classrooms. Her mere presence had made Elise feel very self-conscious. The dog that had been pouncing up at Alan shifted its focus to Elise now, and to her embarrassment it started sniffing around her butt where much of her mess had coalesced back into a ball in the seat of her pants. The dog's attention drew the girl's gaze too. 'But who's this, Al? You've brought a new friend home for Beanie!' she said beaming. The girl stepped out from the door, twirling a dog leash in her hands with her eyes locked on the trapped Elise. 'Uh, yes,' Alan mumbled clumsily, 'Millie this is Elise. Elise, Millie.' 'Wowee, Al! I didn't know you had it in you!' Millie laughed causing Alan to go red, much to Elise's shock. 'How did you two meet?' Millie enquired innocently, 'Ooh, I bet it was somewhere romantic!' 'Uh,' Alan said with an awkward glance at Elise's stony-faced expression, 'not exactly. She's had a bit of a rough time, actually, Millie. I wonder if you could-…' Millie came over and hugged Elise in welcome. 'Hi, Elise, my name's Millie! It's a pleasure to-' Millie sniffed and wrinkled her nose, 'Ugh, what on earth is that smell?' 'I can't smell anything.' Alan remarked, 'But then again, I wouldn't, would I?' he added bitterly. 'I think somebody must have stepped in one of Beanie's presents… Or-…' Millie started. Suddenly she became very aware of Elise's tomato red cheeks and put two and two together. 'Oh! Oh my gosh.' Millie exclaimed in surprise, clasping her hands over her mouth, eyes wide. 'What?' said Alan looking from the ashen-faced Elise to Millie, bewildered. Millie rounded on Alan in a rage. 'She's not a friend of yours at all, is she?' Millie demanded accusingly. 'Who is she? What have you done to her?' 'Wha… I… But…' Alan blithered in confusion. 'You went through with that idiot scheme of Roman's, didn't you? Jesus Christ, Alan.' Millie snarled, 'What the hell were you thinking? You don't care what happens to people like her, do you? The ends justify the means, yeah?' 'I… I'm trying to help her!' Alan protested, 'It was all a stupid mistake. Anyway, she's here now, so she's safe.' '"Safe"?!' Millie raged, incensed, 'What about from you? You've traumatised her!' 'What do you mean?' She's alright, isn't she? What's wrong with her?' 'You're… You're going to make me say it?' Millie was flabbergasted. 'You pig!' 'M-Millie…' Elise finally managed in a very small voice. Millie turned to her and enveloped her in a tight embrace. 'It's okay, babe,' Millie said soothingly, glowering at Alan over Elise's shoulder, 'I don't hold it against you. I know it wasn't your fault.' 'Millie,' Alan growled through gritted teeth, 'You don't understand. It wasn't like that.' 'No?' Millie asked incredulously, 'You expect me to believe that?' 'It's… It's true, M-Millie…' Elise offered timidly. She pulled away from Millie. 'Alan… Alan helped me when I needed it the most,' she affirmed miserably, 'If it weren't for him I'd be d-dead.' Millie bit her lower lip, and her glittering golden eyes flicked piercingly between Alan and Elise. 'Well, okay, maybe I've misread things,' Millie acknowledged eventually, 'But still… Bringing her here like this…' Millie shook her head. 'If you ever humiliate somebody like this in front of me again, I'll cut you in half, Al.' 'Humiliate?' Alan threw up his hands in dismay, 'I don't know what you mean, I certainly didn't mean to do that.' 'Yes, but, obviously she's-…' Millie stopped herself when she saw pleading tears in Elise's expression. Wait. He doesn't know, does he? 'You know what? Forget I said anything, Al,' Millie said cheerfully, reverting back to her chipper innocence with frightening speed. 'You don't mind taking Beanie for a walk around the garden do you? Me and Leasey have girl things to talk about.' 'Wha- Wait, but-…' 'Thanks, sweetie,' Millie interrupted, pushing the dog leash into his hands and grabbing Elise by the arm. 'Come on, babe,' Millie whispered in Elise ear, 'Before he catches on.' Millie dragged Elise into the house, insolently shutting the door on a miffed Alan as he stood outside the door holding the leash limply while the excited puppy bounced around him in excitement. 'Sorry about that, Elise' Millie said regretfully, 'I thought Alan was being a bell-end, but he lost his sense of smell when he was a kid. I guess I assumed he'd noticed anyway…' Elise blinked at this revelation. 'Oh,' she said in surprise, 'That's awful. I can't imagine. Um,' Elise added with a blush. 'Is it… really obvious?' 'It's pretty hard to miss, babe,' Millie smiled at her empathetically. 'But accidents happen. Believe me, I know. It's our secret.' The lobby they had entered had several doors leading off to other parts of the house. Marble busts of men from different periods of history stared down imperiously from pedestals situated around the lobby. A wide sweeping marble staircase dominated the room and it was up these steps that Millie dragged Elise up to a dimly lit landing with thick burgundy carpet. 'You'd be a Size 8 like me, I reckon?' Millie enquired conversationally. 'Lucky you! Your boobs are a little bigger than mine, but I reckon we can find you some stuff to tide you over til tomorrow.' Elise was having a bit of a hard time keeping up. While Millie's warm friendliness was hugely comforting, her innate self-confidence and unabashed outspokenness were a little bit jarring. Millie led Elise off the landing and down a corridor. The room at the end turned out to be a very large bedroom - Millie's. The room was a total disaster zone: clothes, books, and papers flung all over the floor, a desk piled up with pictures of friends and parties, plates and glasses, and even a depleted toilet paper roll. Just inside the door a couple of beanbags sat in front of a large LED TV which displayed the pause menu of a game Millie had been playing on her Playstation. A King Size Bed piled with cushions sat unmade at the far side of the room adjacent to the window. Mirrors lined the wall on the other side of the room, each one concealing a cupboard behind it. One of them stood ajar and Elise could see a number of dresses and frocks on hangers inside. Millie strode over to one of the mirrors and slid it aside. 'Hmmm,' she pursed her lips as she appraised the contents of a shelf, 'You know what? I think these would look cute on you!' She produced a light grey pair of button-up pyjamas patterned with sheep and retrieved a matching pair of slippers from underneath. Elise couldn't help but notice the pyjamas looked a little low cut for her tastes, but she took them gratefully. 'The ensuite's down there,' Millie said, indicating a half-open sliding door down next to her bed, 'You take as much time in there as you want. I'll go grab some stuff from the kitchen and then we can veg on the beanbags. Well, go on!' Millie gave Elise a playful spank on the butt. 'Uh, what about my clothes?' Elise pointed out. 'Oh, just dump them in the laundry basket in the ensuite. I've got to do a load, I'll take it down later,' Millie said casually. Seeing Elise's expression, she continued 'Babe, it doesn't bother me. Really. Every girl has the occasional accident. For some of us it's a bit more than occasional, too.' She added with a laugh. The stunned expression on Elise's face prompted a few more giggles from Millie. 'Feel free to use my shampoo and stuff in there. But if you touch my straightener, you're dead meat. Kinda joking, but not really. Anyway! I'll be watching my show over there if you need me!' And with that, Millie waltzed across the room and planted herself on one of the bean bags before picking up her controller and switching over to Netflix. Elise just stood there overwhelmed. Millie tended to have that effect on people. Elise must have been five years older than Millie, but she felt a kinship with the younger girl as if she'd known her for years. And she found herself thinking that Millie was more than a little attractive. Eventually she waddled into the ensuite for her long awaited shower. As her skirt fell to the tiled floor, she twisted to look over her shoulder in the mirror at the load in her tights. Even after all she'd been through, it looked about the size of a grapefruit. No wonder Millie had noticed it instantly. In a way it felt strange as she rolled down her tights and threw them to one side. She'd gotten used to the feeling of the load in her underwear, and although humiliating, the experience had provided her with one of the most intriguing sensations of her life. She half-wondered if she might do it again privately one day, but with a pang of self-flagellating shame she shook her head to clear the impure thought. She tipped out the load into the toilet and was relieved to see that it all came out stuck together, leaving nothing behind on her lacey panties except an embarrassing brown stain in the seat. She hoped that would come out in the wash. As she jumped into the shower, she reflected on the crazy few days that had been. Quite quickly she realised how exhausted she was. She finished her shower and donned her pyjamas which turned out to be very revealing around her cleavage. But she was too tired to care. She staggered out of the room and flopped down onto Millie's bed, and she was asleep in mere seconds. To be continued...
  13. I've been hoping I'd stumble across these two videos for a long long time but, sadly to no avail.. Now I come to my favorite website to recruit you guys and gals to help me find them. Now, it might not be for everybody but I'm sure there is someone out here that will help me. オムツの使い方完全マニュアル2 (OHOJHI-55) The documentation of Diapers (OHOJHI-93) If anybody would know where I can come across these (You know, besides the website), that'll be MUCH appreciated.
  14. DsGSilver

    The Contagion

    "I suppose it would be pretty be fair to say that, by the time the apocalypse came, nobody was really surprised. The first outbreak was the Green Scare back in 2013, where a sudden, violent mania suddenly took control of a small town in South Carolina, driving all of the residents insane. In a panic, the Office of Disease Analysis was created to isolate and neutralize the cause. And they succeeded. ODA prevailed when everyone else thought the zombie apocalypse was upon us. In 2015, another epidemic arose in Georgia, much more resilient than the first. ODA once again responded and terminated the threat. In 2016, Louisiana was struck. Amid the panic, ODA began to expand its power, creating new sub-organizations such as the Public Health Commission and the Ministry of Epidemiology. Don’t let the professional names fool you, these were tyrannical parties, bent on containing the infection and exterminating the infected. The rest of the world watched with bated breath, all were terrified of the spreading disease, now ominously known only as “the Contagion”. Then, in late 2016, an outbreak erupted in the UK. That was all it took to blow the house of cards over. Nations everywhere shut down their harbors and airports, fearing they, too, might suffer an outbreak. It is 2018, now. Over the last 2 years, outbreaks have gone from being a yearly occurrence to being monthly, and now only weekly. People have become isolated and paranoid, and ODA is losing control of the situation. There is a lot to know about ODA, the Contagion, the crumbling world around us, but our story has a more humble beginning to it. Our story begins with a small group of three people whose evacuation didn’t quite go to plan…" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my interactive story, The Contagion! A terrible plague has ravaged the land, and begun the zombie apocalypse that every gun nut has always dreamed of. There’s just a few points that I want to cover before we can truly begin: 1. This story will be told from the perspective of 1 of 3 characters, and you guys get to decide who that is. While every character will remain in the party, and they will still have accidents, you will only be able to fully control a single character. There will be times when the perspective temporarily shifts to a different character, and there may even be times when the option to completely permanently change perspective is available. 2. This story will feature a main male character who is subject to accidents, along with 2 females. More characters may join the party as it progresses. 3. This story will absolutely feature messing. A lot of it. 4. This story will most likely wind up considerably darker than most others that I’ve written. Characters will get hurt, do bad things, and be put in very horrible situations. 5. And lastly, just to add some risk and unpredictability, the results of a lot of the actions you guys select will be determined via d20 roll. Not all, but a lot. With all of that out of the way, let’s introduce our cast. Leo Taylor Bio: The younger brother of Grace Taylor. His quiet, reserved speech on top of a decisively unimpressive stature and musculature makes Leo the last person anyone would expect to survive any kind of disaster. Despite his physical shortcomings, Leo has managed to survive thanks to his shortness, speed, agility, and quick wit. He always manages to find some way out of any trouble that comes his way. Though the thought of being alone terrifies him, both Grace and Angela know that he’s likely the only one of them who could survive alone. Appearance + Equipment: Leo is younger than his companions, being only 17. He is short for his age. He has light skin and shaggy, messy brown hair. Currently, he wears a green hoodie and some blue jeans. He possesses a small pistol, some ammunition, and a combat knife. Continence: Bladder control - Low, prone to leaking. Bowel control - Medium low. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Low, he will lose control easily. While Leo may always find or invent a way out of dangerous situations, he hasn’t yet discovered a way to do so without needing a change of pants. Being the timid, nervous sort of person he is, he’s always had a little trouble keeping his bowels and bladder under control. After the apocalypse, this has manifested itself in him being too shy to ask his companions to stop for a bathroom break, along with him being pretty easily scared to the point of leaking, if not flat out voiding himself in his clothes. Grace Taylor Bio: The elder sister of Leo. Grace is a respected and admired individual. Prior to the end of the world, she was a police officer, and one with a stunning record. Talented, intelligent, and strong, she was very well suited for her line of work. Evidently, she was pretty well suited for the apocalypse, too. Granted, a whole lot of her survival knowledge comes from video games and movies, but it’s served her well enough so far. Appearance + Equipment: She is 25. Similar to her brother, Grace has light skin and brown hair, though hers is kept tied in a small ponytail. She is fairly tall, and fairly fit. Currently, she wears an unbuttoned blue shirt on top of a white tee shirt, and dark blue jeans. She also wears an old, gray baseball cap that she’s owned for many years. She is the most well-armed of the group, carrying a bolt action rifle and her police handgun. She also carries a police baton. Continence: Bladder control - High Bowel control - Medium Fear/Stress Tolerance - Mixed, fear is high, stress is low. Details are below. Grace is no stranger to terrifying and dangerous situations, considering her line of work. Undoubtedly, during the early days of her career, the more intense conundrums saw her pissing or soiling her pants, but those days are long past. However, Grace has always had stomach problems, ever since she was a kid. Today, performing exceptionally strenuous physical activity will often cause her bowels to leak, or even totally empty. Angela Blake Bio: While she is unrelated to the Taylor siblings, Angela has been a close friend to both of them for many years. Before the apocalypse, she was a librarian. Like Leo, she is not the type of person you might expect to see outlive everyone else in a disaster. And, well, you wouldn’t really be wrong to think that way. Angela is not a skilled fighter or survivalist. At all. She has survived mostly by doing whatever Grace tells her. She is, however, fairly good at keeping the others going. She is decently skilled at mending clothes and wounds. She is also an excellent cook and organizer, so she is generally left in charge of supplies. Even beyond those skills, though, she is simply a very charming and optimistic person, and is usually able to inspire her friends to keep going, no matter what. Appearance + Equipment: She is 23. She has pale white skin, due to all the time she spends indoors. Her hair is black, perfectly straight, and stretches down to her back. Currently, she wears a light pink sweater and a long purple skirt that reaches nearly to her ankles. A slim pair of glasses adorns her face. She is equipped with a small revolver and a switchblade. Generally speaking, she carries their supplies, due to her skill at managing them, unless an item proves too heavy. Continence: Bladder control - Really low. Bowel control - High. Fear/Stress Tolerance - Extremely low. Angela has somewhat of a weak bladder, and it’s always been a bit of a problem for her. Scary movies or games, Halloween haunted houses, even just startling pranks, all of them had a tendency to leave her slightly damp. When the end of days rolled around, Angela found it nearly impossible to keep herself dry. Curiously, however, neither Grace nor Leo have ever seen her shit herself, nor even mention the need to relieve herself. For whatever reason, despite her weak bladder, her bowels are stronger than anyone’s. Which character will you control? A). Leo Taylor B). Grace Taylor C). Angela Blake
  15. somerandomguy

    female Persona 4 - Naoto's Dilemma

    Hey all! Silly to think I've been here so long and not posted a thing. So, I've had this story on pastebin for almost forever now, but there's one problem with that; Pastebin doesn't let me read comments or criticisms! So, I post it here, for all you sweet lil ones to enjoy. This is my first story here, so if I accidentally did something wrong with posting it, please be sure to correct me! Anyway, on with the story! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I can’t believe this was the best idea I could come up with…” The petite detective looked over the small, padded object she held in her hands. Her outlines for the way she would best hide her identity while attending Yasogami high for her work were almost flawless, except one thing. Being disguised as a boy meant she wouldn’t be able to use the girl’s bathroom without giving herself away, and the boy’s bathroom carried too high a risk with the way it was set up. She was also cursed with a notoriously small bladder, meaning holding it throughout the day probably wouldn’t work in her favor. With no other options, she went to the nearest pharmacy and bought some of the ‘protective undergarments’ that were made for young girls who still wet the bed. With her small stature, it would be no problem to fit into one of them, and to hide it under her school uniform. Naoto shook her head, still a bit reluctant, but knowing she was too far into her plans to afford a mistake now. Gradually, she slipped off her pants and panties, then just stood there for a couple of seconds. She hadn’t worn one of these things since she was, well, an infant. It would absolutely be a foreign sensation, especially if she actually used it. Sighing loudly, she slipped up the undergarment, securing it over her slim waist as if it were just a thicker pair of panties. Looking back at the clock, she saw much more time had passed than she thought. “Oh no. I need to hurry.” As quick as she could, she pulled her pants back on, and slipped on some shoes, before running out the door. How bad it would’ve been if she were late to her very first day at school. So far the plan had gone off without a hitch. Naoto sat in her seat for her 3rd class of the day, and so far, no complications had arisen with either her disguise or her new undergarments. In fact, she’d all but forgotten the thing pull ups she wore underneath. In fact, if it wasn’t for the slight twinge in her bladder reminding her of what she had to use for a bathroom, she’d have forgotten the entire thing. Regardless, the young detective continued to pay attention to the teacher as she taught her lessons, not paying too much heed to everything. As the clock continued to tick down, the feeling in her bladder rose, and was still rising quite fast. Naoto looked at the clock. 15 minutes left. I can make it that long. She didn’t want to cause a disruption in class by asking to go to the toilet, especially with such a little amount of time left. Even though she had planned ahead by donning the absorbent garment currently hidden by her pants, it was far above her to use it this soon. Even if the bathrooms were out of the equation, since lunch was next period, perhaps she could use the commotion and noise to slip off behind a bush and quickly relieve herself. While humiliating, it is steps ahead of peeing myself. Naoto thought to herself. She’d had enough of being called childish, which is why she bought the slightly oversized garment adorning her groin, as it was the most adult kind of incontinence garment she could that was close to her size. Getting increasingly more desperate, she began rubbing her legs together, hoping the movement would dull the increasing pressure. Her eyes turned yet again to the clock in the room, and she prayed this would be almost over. 11 minutes… Come on, hurry up! Time seemed to move even slower, the hands of the clock mocking her with every slow tick. Deciding it’d probably go quicker if she actually paid attention, she directed herself as best she could to listening to the teacher. She narrowed her eyes at the board, focusing entirely on what was written there as a means of distraction. The teacher’s words even became a mess of jumbled noises, Naoto focusing too hard to be able to care. Unfortunately for her, with her center of attention having moved entirely to the board, she’d relaxed a bit on her groin, and she felt a small warmth escape her. Her focus was instantly brought back down upon her bladder, which was now demanding release. Again she looked to the clock. The hands had only moved an extra 2 minutes. There was no way Naoto was going to win this fight. Thinking quickly, she knew the best way to do this would be to go as slow as possible, to allow it to soak up, and hopefully it wouldn’t leak. She relaxed her bladder a bit more, and yellow liquid began to flow. Caught off guard by the unexpected increase of flow, Naoto gasped lightly and tried to close her muscles a little tighter. The stream slowed a bit, to her relief, and the dark haired girl sat there, wetting herself entirely in secret. This is… Warm. An obvious thought, but for Naoto, who hadn’t had an accident since her very early childhood, it was a completely new sensation. And with how her first day has went, she’d have to get used to it if she wanted to keep her disguise without humiliating herself. Once her peeing had come to a complete end, her hands shot down to the groin area of her pants, and she felt around for any signs of wetness. Good. No leaks. Her eyes returned to the clock, which now signaled that there were only 5 minutes left. The nervous student looked back to the teacher, paying the rest of her attention to the end of the lecture before the bell rang. Naoto sat there and waited until almost everybody else had left, then slowly stood up and made her exit. Lunch flew by in a breeze. Too preoccupied in the morning with her new article of clothing, Naoto had forgotten to make herself a lunch, and instead had to order something from the cafeteria. Still thoroughly stressed by her classroom accident, she ate quickly, and had finished her meal in scant minutes. Still squishing around in a wet pull-up, it was around that time that a major problem she’d overlooked came to mind. How am I going to change out of this? For one who’d prepared for every contingency to forget such a simple task, well, it was ludicrous! Even if she thought of how to sneak into a place where she’d have the privacy to dispose of her wet diaper, she had no spare underpants at all, and there was no way she was going to go commando in school. Thankfully for the forgetful detective, the rest of the day went smoothly. The next 3(?) periods went off without a hitch, and she sat in the last 10 minutes of her final class, attentively reading her book since the teacher had decided to end the lecture 12 minutes early. A slight grumbling in her abdomen had her worried for the past 30 minutes, but so close to release meant she probably wouldn’t have to worry. She continued reading through the pages, and time passed by almost in a blink, with no more potty problems to plague her. Sure enough, the bell rang, and this time to signal the end of the day. Rather, her problems would begin now. As soon as Naoto went to stand up, a sharp cramp hit her. Though her stomach hadn’t felt too bad, as soon as she got up, the magnitude of pain multiplied sharply, much to her chagrin. Her hand instinctively ran down to her abdomen, and she tried rubbing it to make the sudden bodily interruption go away. While it didn’t leave entirely, it calmed down enough that Naoto could stand up straight, and slightly waddle out of class, on the way home to get some regular panties back on. She walked down the stairs, and out the double doors of her school, somewhat symbolizing her freedom from the strange peeing ordeal. Walking through the gate of Yasogami, the sudden cramp came back, and even worse this time. To her horror, she felt her bowels churn, and all the pieces fell into place. Oh no… I can’t do… That in my pants! And especially not in public! The urgency was rising with every second, and Naoto shimmied off to the more secluded areas nearby, hoping she’d at least be able to pull her pants off and go in the bushes or something. Hurrying out of the sight of her fellow students, she looked for a shadowy place and rushed as fast as she could, which wasn’t very fast, considering she had to hold her legs together so the mass of feces wouldn’t escape prematurely. A couple steps from her destination, and a tiny sense of relief washed over her for how close she was. That was all it needed. The detective’s clenched anus finally let loose, and a loud cacophony of farts announced the introduction of Naoto’s former lunch into her diaper. Soft, mushy poo flowed out from her anus, completely unrestricted, and caused a minor bulge to appear in the back of her pants. Restricted by the tight waistline, the still moving feces began to spread through any places it could find within her pull up, mixing with the now dried urine from earlier in the day. Grunting hard, she gave up any chance of making it out clean, and decided it would be well worth the effort to just finish up and get home to a clean shower. Some more thick squelching noises made her pooping known, until finally, a spluttering moment of flatulence signaled the end of her ordeal. Panting heavily, Naoto moved a very tentative hand to the back of her pants, and slipped one hand down them to feel the back of her diaper. Still in a dreamlike state, the feeling of warm mush confirmed her worst fears. She’d just had a poopy accident right in front of the school. Miraculously, the padding held it all, for the moment, and her next course of action would be to get the heck out of dodge, the remains of her dignity hopefully intact.
  16. So here i am, back on making vids~ next will be omorashi again~ btw again i'm a male, sorry :3 95399.t.mp4
  17. If you had a method, whether "magical" or chemical or other to "turn off" your bladder control for a specific length of time, how long would you do it? I know some AB/DL types strive for total incontinence, but most of us would definitely hate that? So, how long? Hours, days, weeks, months, (etc.)? Go ahead and throw loss of bowel control in there too, if you fancy. I'd love to pick your brains about this.
  18. Omo-secret

    female Sick Cheerleader

    Warning, contains messing. Single post story, if you enjoy my work, please check out "New Marauders" I examined myself in the mirror for a moment. My dirty blonde hair tied in a perfect pony tail, my green eyes were surrounded by a thin layer of mascara and eye liner, my lips were coated with red lipstick, altogether my face was stunning. But more than that, so was my body. The v-neck of my red cheer-leading top gave a glimpse of my breast and just a hint of my black lace bra. My black and red pleated mini-skirt ended at my upper thigh, exposing my long, well toned legs. My curvaceous butt was covered by thin golden colored panties, unlike the red shorts that most other girls wore under their skirts. I looked absolutely gorgeous I decided as we waited our turn to go out to the pep rally. Though I felt horrible. My stomach felt odd, I wasn't sure what was wrong with it, just that I wasn't exactly healthy. "It might look a little more modest if you wore shorts beneath your skirt." An older cheer-leader commented. "I'm not exactly modest." I replied. "With a body like that she doesn't need to be." One of the chubbier cheer-leaders commented. I blushed, she was actually attractive herself, though she didn't seem to think so. I balled my fists, my alternating red and black nail polish poking into my palms as I stared at the black flat like slippers that covered my dainty feet. Finally we went out as my stomach began to churn. I brushed it off as nerves. However, five minutes into the twenty minute routine my stomach was clearly upset. As we did double back hand springs I farted. Though I doubted anyone could hear it over the blaring music, I clenched my butt cheeks and noticed they felt moist, not just from the sweat that my body was perspiring either. I tried to ignore it as I did a serious of complicated routine moves, but I released another one in a cartwheel. The time a spurt of urine forced its way into my panties, darkening the panties. I gasped out loud as I prepared to be launched in the air. I felt my ass clench as suddenly feces threatened to burst through my anus. My face was red as I felt one log starting to slide out. Soon I was flying through the air, and I quickly regret the choice in no shorts, wondering if they would have hidden the wet spot or the bulge in my panties. Fortunately no one touched my groin region as the rest of the routine continued. Unfortunately I continuously spurted into my panties, and yellow streams of urine ran down my legs. More scat filled the back of my panties as well. By the time I was suppose to be going on the top of the pyramid there were pebble sized puddles of urine here and there that no one seemed to notice and my panties seemed to sag from feces. I followed a complicated set of movements probably spurting on a few girls but finally I was on top, and in a second my bowels exploded. A loud fart sounded as slimy trails of scat oozed down the back of my legs, some logs fell through the leg holes and down below me. Other cheerleaders shrieked as a golden stream of urine splattered on them as well as falling turds. I stumbled back and fell onto some padding. I wasn't seriously hurt, but the impact sprayed feces from my panties sending logs of scat out and around me. Instantly my urine formed a puddle around me much to the disgust and amusement of others. I quickly got up and limped out, crying, more feces falling to the ground as urine dripped from my panties.
  19. heartfulwarm

    From my game

    Hello, I'm working on a fantasy game that I'm making and I wanted to share this with you. It's basically a wetting animation for whenever the women wet themselves in game. This particular character pictured is pending, meaning that she may or may not be in the game. I'm somewhat satisfied with the result except for the puddle. Messing content is below, some in combination with wetting. I can post more pictures, since I got other if anyone wants more angles and views.
  20. HarryPotterFun

    malefemale Harry Potter

    This is technically my third story on here but i had to delete the other two as i had lost my train of thought on them ? I would appreciated it if you follow me, the story and comment on the story every now and then to give me some positive criticism on the chapter. it would be much appreciated. ? The first 10 chapters will be of Harry and may include flashbacks of the abuse he suffered at the hands of the Dursleys. It wont feature any omorashi until at least chapter 7. please be patient with me. Chapter 1 The rescue Harry was sitting in his cupboard under the stairs we he had slept for the last nine months, ever since his parents had disappeared in a flash of green light, and he had come to live here with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley. They only let him sleep and do his punishments in this cupboard. He wasn't allowed to play with any toys, he had no toys. His cousin Dudley, on the other hand, was spoiled and had all the toys a 2-year-old could ever want. Harry was forbidden to play with any of Dudley's toys. At nursery he was allowed as he was encouraged to by the nursery nurses. They had once commented to Aunt Petunia about him not playing with any toys even though he clearly wanted to. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had then decided that Harry could only play with toys at nursery so as they wouldn't raise any unwanted questions. There was a knock on the front door and Harry heard his Aunt Petunia go to answer it. He knew that Uncle Vernon was at work and Dudley was at nursery. As Harry had been in punishment he was forbidden to go. He was being punished for something that Dudley did that he had blamed on Harry. Harry had cried at the unfairness but that proved fruitless as he was punished even more for that. He had learned quickly not to cry too often as the punishments were severe if he made such a noise. Meanwhile out in the living room Petunia was sat on the sofa opposite two men, one of whom was her arch childhood nemesis, Severus Snape. The other was a man who had introduced himself as Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. 'You know why i am here i presume', said Severus with a sneer. He hated the woman in front of him. She had made his childhood before Hogwarts hell, not to mention how she had turned her back on her only sister. 'To take the boy', said Petunia, shrugging. 'Thats, right, it has come to our attention that you havent been treating him like your own. We have come to take him away,' said Severus smoothly. 'Good, he's a freak', said Petunia. She wanted rid of the boy, he was nothing but a burden to her and her family. She had only taken him in because of the extra money she would get and she didn't know what else to do with the boy. Sirius was shocked at the woman in front of them. How could she be so horrid to her own flesh and blood. He knew from Lily how her sister hated her but he didn't think it would pass on to her son like it obviously has done. 'Then go and get him', said Severus with a look to Sirius who sat in disbelief at how Petunia was so hateful of her only sister. Petunia went to the cupboard under the stair. Both of the men where shocked to say the least that they had kept Harry in a cupboard underneath the stairs for nine months when they had four bedrooms upstairs. The sooner they got Harry out of this house the better it would be for the boy. When Harry walked into the living room he instantly recognized Sirius as soon as he saw him. 'Padfoo?' said Harry questionably. He was unsure whether it was him as he had longer hair then he remembered and he was thinner. 'Yes, it's me', said Sirius in a hoarse voice. He was shocked his godson could remember him after nine months of not seeing him. Harry ran up to Sirius who caught him instantly. 'Sevvy?' asked Harry after a moment or two having at last remembered the other man. Severus nodded. He too was shocked that the little boy could remember him. He had only seen the boy a few time, the last time was the day before Lily was killed. 'Lets get going shall we?' Sirius asked. 'You take Harry to the car. I'll meet you there. I have to have a few words with Petunia,' said Severus. Sirius nodded knowing it wasn't something that could be overheard by the little boy. Once Sirius had left the house and Severus had heard the car doors close he turned back to Petunia. 'Now, Petunia, I want the truth from you starting now. You are to answer all my questions truthfully. One; is Harry toilet trained?' 'No', said Petunia. 'But I put pants on him anyway, as Dudley currently in training'. Severus nodded before continuing. 'Two; how long has Harry been sleeping in the cupboard?' 'Ever since I found him on the doorstep, nine months ago', said Petunia. Severus sighed. 'Three; did you or your husband hit Harry?' 'Yes we both did. He deserved every hit with the belt', said Petunia. Severus was seething, how could they do that to an innocent little boy. 'Right, we'll be off. I expect you will be hearing from us again soon enough', said Severus. Petunia shrugged. Severus went out of the house and into the car where Sirius was waiting in the passenger seat with Harry in the back, in a car seat that he had thought to get before they even went to this house. Severus got into the drivers seat. 'What did you find out?' asked Sirius as Severus began to drive out of the street. 'Harry isn't potty trained at all even though he is in pants, he has been beaten badly, neglected by the looks of it and thats not the worst of it. They let him sleep in that cupboard ever since he as brought here', Severus told him. Sirius swore silently in case Harry heard him. 'Exactly', said Severus. 'We will have to got to the store and get the necessities', Sirius nodded. Half an hour later found them parked at the local supermarket they got out of the car. Sirius picking Harry out of the back and placing him on the ground holding his hand. Severus ran to get a trolley. Sirius sat Harry in the trolley while Severus pushed it. 'What shall we get first?' asked Sirius. 'You can run with Harry to the baby aisle to get nappies, wipes, powder, shampoo, nappy rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups. I'll come and meet you in about ten minutes after I have got some food shopping', Severus said Sirius nodded picking Harry up and going to get a small trolley so it would be easier for him. After placing Harry in the seat he went down the baby aisle. He got size 5 nappies, wipes, powder, rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups which he got some with different characters and some that was plain but different colours, shampoo, sponges, wash cloths and by the time he had finished, Severus had come to meet them. 'Got everything?' asked Severus. Sirius nodded. 'We'll go get some clothes for him, now. I've already got all the food shopping, paid and put it in the car. You pay for that, get Harry into a nappy and join me in the clothing aisle with Harry when your done. I'll put it in the car once we have done', Severus said. He knew Harry wasnt in a nappy and he knew he would go sooner rather than later. Sirius went to pay for the stuff and told the cashier he'll just wants a nappy from one of the packs, She scanned them all as he had got three packs. She took one out of a pack before packing the rest in a bag. Once everything had gone through and was bagged up, Sirius took Harry into a changing room. 'Shall we put you in a nappy now', Sirius said. Harry nodded. He didnt know when he could go anyway until he had wet or messed himself. Sirius got him undressed from the waist, and he saw the welt marks on the back of his legs. He didn't comment but he would definitely have a talk with Severus later. Sirius quickly put a nappy on him and he then went to join back with Severus. 'What size is he currently wearing?' asked Severus. '5-6 years', said Sirius. 'that would be his cousins size then, he'll be a 2-3 by the look at him', said Severus. 'We could do the size spell', said Sirius. Severus looked around. He nodded and Sirius did the spell. 'He's a 1-2 year', said Sirius. 'That is small, we'll get a few sets in that size but the rest will be 2-3 years', Severus told him. Sirius nodded. They started on the underwear. Severus decided to get a few for later on knowing they would one day toilet train him. Sirius picked out a dozen packs of socks, some with different characters, shapes, colours and animals. Severus did the same, they also got some vests. They then went to the tops, shirts and jumpers where they got loads of each item with different characters, shapes, colours, and animals. They went to the trousers and got several pairs of jogging pants, trousers, jeans and shorts. Sirius went to the shoes and got some black shoes, trainers, slippers, sandals, and wellies. They then went to pay. Sirius took Harry to the car as he had fallen asleep and Severus had said it was alright as Severus had help from the cashier. Once they were all in the car and driving off Severus had a though of a pushchair for Harry and told Sirius to keep in the car with Harry who was still asleep and Severus went into an Argos store to get a folding pushchair that could be laid down. Once he had paced it into the car they were off again. An hour and a half later, they had arrived at Sirius cottage. Severus had his own house but it wasnt yet child friendly and he had some stuff to sort. Sirius made them all a quick tea, and after they bathed Harry and put him to bed. 'Harry had welts on his legs', Sirius said. 'I know, we'll be finding all sorts of things now about him. We'll send for Poppy Pomfrey first thing to see what damage has been done. Them people have a lot to answer for', said Severus. 'Sev, thanks for helping me the past couple of weeks', said Sirius. 'Black, its not a problem. I know we have our history and for Harry's sake we will get by that. It may take a while for me to forgive everything that happened between us in school but i will not show it in front of Harry', Severus told him. Sirius nodded in relief and after a while Severus went to the spare room to sleep knowing that Sirius will need a bit of help before Remus turns up. Sirius went to bed not long after and they all slept peacefully.
  21. Welcome, one and all, to Faust's Latest interactive, the Fateful Occurrences Interactive! Now, as Faust mentioned in the general, In this interactive, you do not control the person.... But you control the environment around a person, which may lead to accidents, or incidents of an illicit nature. How does it work? Simple.... The Audience as a whole picks a target, who will be selected to focus on. While the character will no longer be directed by people's own decisions, one can imagine a few little ways to interact. For example, if one closes a bathroom door, or guides someone else into it, the character will have to find another place to go....Or even put off peeing entirely. Depending on the scenario, your influence will result in different endings for the character. Try to shoot for every one. [Endings fall under several categories. There are Normal, Wetting, Messing, Vulgar, Outdoor, and Secret endings for each target. One may discover more with time, but for now..... Time to pick a target! [Targets] (Targets are individuals that you can follow, with hopes of them having an accident. Different characters will have difference scenes, and different difficulties in coercing accidents, or other lewd scenes. Unlock endings for girls to unlock new targets) [Target Format: This is the format for any Targets that are to be included on the list. If one wishes to submit their own target, it must be filled out entirely. (Meaning one must be willing to have their targets cater to each urge.) Name: What is the name of your target? Wetting: How hard [On a scale of 1-5 hearts] is it to make this character Wet themselves? Messing: How hard [on a scale of 1-5 hearts] Is it to make this character Mess themselves? Lust: How hard [on a scale of 1-5 hearts] is it to make this character lose themselves to Lust? Bust Size: How big is this target's bust? Be as specific as you like Rump Size: How prominent is your targets bottom? Appearance: What does your character look like? An image is preferred... [The Less Hearts, the easier it is] Targets Name: Youmu Konpaku Wetting ❤️ Messing ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Modest Rump Size: Firm Appearance: Youmu Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Weiss Schnee Wetting: ❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Modest Rump Size: Perky Appearance: Weiss Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Yuno Gasai Wetting:❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Ample Rump Size: Plump Appearance: Yuno Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Ayano Wetting:????? Messing: ????? Lust: ????? Bust Size: Prominent Rump Size: Firm Appearance: Ayano Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Wynn Tatsumaki Wetting:❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Bust Size: Modest Rump Size: Modest Appearance: Wynn Endings Unlocked: [None] Name: Juuni Neptunia Wetting:❤️ ❤️ Messing: ❤️ ❤️ Lust: ❤️ Bust Size: Flat Rump Size: Prominent Appearance: Juuni Endings Unlocked: [None] And, lastly...To mark your progress, Faust is including Achievements again! Though, they might do something, if you obtain a lot of them..... [Good Luck]: ??? [Dripping]: ??? [So Close]: ??? [LEWD!]: ??? [Oof...]: ??? [And so it begins]: Pick your first target. So, without further ado, please pick your target! [Urges to be targeted will be decided during the story]
  22. Tsukasa was sitting in her final class, blushing madly as her bowels ached. She had made it through the entire day, desperate for a bathroom, but because of some girls fooling around in the bathrooms, they were closed to students unless the students were trusted. But Tsukasa was not trusted. She was one of the girls who fooled around in the bathrooms when they were caught. She couldn't go relieve herself, so she had to wait until she got home. Tsukasa desperately wanted to let out a few farts, but would be far too embarrassed to do it during class. So she waited until she left school to actually let out some wind. The final bell rang through the school, and all the students began packing their things and leaving the class. Tsukasa carefully stood, and blushed as a quiet, little fart escaped from her rear uncontrollably. The pressure from the seat wasn't there anymore, allowing the unwanted fart to escape. As she began packing everything into her backpack, she smelled her fart faintly. But there was plenty more inside of her, she just had to get outside before she could actually release it. She put her backpack on, and followed the rest of the students with one hand on her stomach. Her bowels grumbled silently as she whinced slightly. Tsukasa exited the school and began making her way down the street, and turned down the walkway onto another street. She glanced to her left, then to her right, and smiled as she seen no one around. No one ever went on the street that she took home, luckily. She smiled before relaxing her rear, and a loud brrrrrrrrrfrrrrrrrrrt sounds from her bum as a loud, dry fart released from her bowels. She moans silently as she blushes, feeling the relief of releasing her air to be extremely amazing. Just as she released her air, she felt a tingle down in her nether region. Could Tsukasa be enjoying this a little too much? "Aaaah~ it feels to good~" Tsukasa said to herself silently. She pushed, and a pfffrrrrrrrrrt sounds as more wind escapes from her rear. She found herself to be enjoying her predicament a little, being a little disappointed that she couldn't smell her flatulence. She continued making her way to her home, pushing out a fart every now and then. She finally reached her front door of her house, taking her keys out of her pocket and frantically putting them in the door as she placed a hand on her stomach, whincing. Her bowels churned angrily, a large portion of poo that urgently needed to be evacuated nearing the escape. A loud, sudden frrrrrrrrrrrrrrt escaped as a smelly fart escaped from her rear, the mess getting closer to escaping. Tsukasa kept getting the wrong key as she let out a pained whimper. Just then, a bit of solid poo began poking out from her rear, causing her to whine audibly as she fumbled with her keys, trying to find the key to unlock her door. The mess squeezed further out before it touched cotton, meeting the resistance of her panties. She continued fumbling with her keys as her poo began to push her pink panties out. She finally found the right key, and inserted it into the lock of the door. Even though she finally got the key inserted into the door lock, her body seemed to have other plans. As soon as she inserted the key into the door, her body involuntarily caused her to push, a loud crackle sounding from her rear as poo began roping out from her bum and into her pink panties. Tsukasa gasped and blushed madly as her panties began bulging out. The crackling began to get more muffled as her panties began sagging down with the additional weight being exerted into them, the brown mass growing in size. Her skirt hid her accident, but Tsukasa felt and smelled what was going on as she gave up, and pushed voluntarily, causing a sudden splooooorch to sound as brown mess exploded from her bum and into her filled panties. She breathed heavier as she grunted cutely, pushing again as the bulge continued ballooning out, the seat of her once pink panties now turning to a brownish pink colour. The mess began spreading quickly across both her bum cheeks as her lower lip quivered and her cheeks flushing. She moved her hand that was on her stomach to the rear of her as she placed it softly on the slightly ballooned skirt as she pushed. She grunted adorably as she pushed the last of the mess out, blushing deeply as she whimpered. The deed was done. Tsukasa just filled her panties. "Oh.. I just... oh no..." She told herself as she blushed. She turned the key and unlocked her door, entering it before closing it behind her, the mess shifting about in her panties. The stench from her accident wafted up her nose as she blushed, keeping her hand placed on her rear. Soon, Tsukasa found herself slightly enjoying her accident. "It feels... weird... But warm.." She told herself. Tsukasa found herself staying in her soiled panties for a few hours before finally cleaning up. It was quite a messy afternoon for Tsukasa.
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  24. Before I recount this incident, happy New Year, and welcome to 2019! So, this occured YEARS ago, back when I was in kindergarten at good old Saint John Vianney. This was fairly early on in my time in kindergarten, around September. I was five and seven-ish months old. As it was nearing Fall, and it was a bit chilly, I wore the school's green sweater over my white polo. Alongside these two articles of clothing, I also wore a set of slip on Vans, and the regulation khaki slacks. Now, those of you who have read my previous experiences, you may ask, "Why didn't I include a diaper in my list of vestments?" Did I just presume you, my dear reader(s) would already think it would be there and think it unnecessary to re-iterate? Well, to answer that, we have to rewind back to a few hours prior, a little bit after I was dropped off. So, school would begin at nine, but we were suggested to be in our seats a bit earlier, just in case. So, my mom dropped me off at the drop off/pick-up area, kissed me goodbye, and left, promising to pick me up at the usual time of 3 PM. The AM Kindergarten class, and the entire school on Wednesdays, had half-days, but as I was in the PM class, and this day was not a Wednesday, I would be leaving at 3. As I made my way towards the double doors that would allow me access into the kindergarten itself, I felt a clenching feeling in my gut, and as soon as I felt that, I realized, I hadn't had my morning poop yet. However, I didn't just squat down and go. I quickly checked through the glass the double doors had to see if anyone was in the hallway that, if went down and turned left, you would reach the kindergarten classroom and,across from it, the bathroom. Luckily for me, the teacher, Mrs. Seminatore (who is now the principal) nor the two aides, Ms. Pina or Sister Maria, were in the hallway. That done, I looked behind me, to see if anyone was in the courtyard and heading in my general direction. I was lucky there too, as no one was in the courtyard. Satisfied, I squatted down, and swiftly pushed my morning poop, and probably some of my breakfast, into my awaiting diaper. Standing up, I headed inside, and to change out of my used diaper. I entered the boy's bathroom, which was tinted blue by the blue tillage. Going into a stall for extra privacy, I tugged my khaki slacks down, and untaped my diaper. Tossing it into the trash, I wet some toilet paper to clean myself up. As I had forgotten to pack spare diapers, I simply pulled my khakis up, and headed to class. Now, let's forward when this incident began. It was about time for the teacher to read us a story, when I felt the need to pee come over me. While I normally would have tried to hold it in until I could find something to pee in, or use the bathroom, but I didn't wanna miss the story. I was trying not to squirm, holding myself ever so often, as I was in the 20 or so bunch of kids in my class, listening to the story. Eventually, I felt a spurt come out, and scooting away a bit, I simply realized it would be futile to hold it in, I removed my hands, and let go. Immediatly, the front of my khakis dampened as a wet patch formed and grew, soaking the carpeted floor as well. As soon as the story ended, and recess was announced, I dashed towards the cubbies. A wet sport the size of my fist at the time stained by crotch. I quickly grabbed my Badtz-Maru (Male Hello Kitty Penguin) lunchbox, and used that to cover my wet crotch. Thankfully, as I made it to the playground, trying to tug my sweater over the wet spot, I found my out. It had rained a fair bit the day before, and both the slides were wet. Quickly making my way over. I plopped myself down in front of the taller, winding, purple slide, and slid down. The rainwater splashed against me, soaking my khakis a bit further. Mrs. Seminatore called my mom. A little while later, I found myself in the cubby area, laying on the ground, my mom getting me into a fresh diaper, and a fresh pair of pants.
  25. View File Messing Panties on the Balcony "t’s such a beautiful day outside I decided to spend sometime on the balcony. I’m wearing a very short dress and cute cotton panties. I lean over the railing and let out a load in my panties. This is a risky place to poo my panties, cause there’s another apartment building across the way, with lots of balconies facing mine, but the risk of getting makes it so much more exciting doesn’t it? After filling my panties on the balcony, I come back inside and give you lots of nice upskirt shots of my dirty panties then walk around so you can watch the bulge move as I pace about." -enjoy Submitter melikai Submitted 01/05/2019 Category Peeing