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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.

I'm looking to write a series in vaguely chronological order taking place in the Marvel Universe. Some stories will contain messing, some won't. Chapter 1: Agent Carter Agent Peggy Carter was on a mission to track down Howard Stark’s missing nitramene bombs. She had tracked down the thief, Leet Brannis, to milk man Sheldon McFee’s home. It turned out they had the nitramene bombs inside the milk truck. After a vicious fight with McFee (no small feat in her blue blouse and long navy skirt), she had incapacitated the much larger man and tied him up to a chair. However, before she could begin interrogating him on the exact whereabouts of Brannis, she heard a man running outside and attempt to start the truck. She sprinted out and pointed her gun straight at Brannis. With contempt, she spat, “Get out.” She pinned Brannis against the truck, gun pointed at his head. With both baddies apprehended, she let down her guard just a bit and realized how badly she had to pee. She hadn’t gone in hours, since she had spent all afternoon and evening tracking down McFee and Brannis and apprehending them. She put that thought aside, focusing on her mission. She asked Brannis rhetorically, “Car trouble?” Before Brannis could respond, another man’s voice responded. “Nothing that can’t be fixed.” Agent Carter jumped a little in surprise, her wavy red hair bouncing. She felt the smallest leak into her utilitarian white panties, high waisted as the conservative 1950s fashion trends demanded. When the scare subsided, she realized it was Jarvis, Howard Stark’s butler. She didn’t let her momentary lapse of control be visible in her expression, though, and gave Jarvis a stern glare, her angular jaw hardening in place before she said, “What the hell are you doing here?!” Jarvis was not flustered. “Mr. Stark asked me to help you, and so I have. I sabotaged the motor.” Agent Carter kept her controlled persona going so as to not show weakness in front of Brannis. Turning to face her prisoner, she said menacingly, “Move and I shoot.” Jarvis followed up, “I thought you’d be more impressed.” Carter, already irritable from her brief loss of control, said harshly, “Well, I’m not. I already said I didn’t need your help.” “An ideal butler provides service without being asked.” “Ugh. Put it back. I need to drive this thing out of here.” After interrogating Brannis briefly, Jarvis returned flustered with the truck fixed but with McFee escaped. Annoyed, Carter told Brannis to get in the truck, promising him protection in exchange for information. She had him drive, keeping a gun pointed at him the whole time. After the adrenaline rush died down and they had driven for a few minutes, Agent Carter realized the extent of her desperation. The damp spot in her panties rubbed against her uncomfortably and she fought the urge to bounce her legs up and down, trying her hardest to exude confidence. She had spent long enough time in the man’s world of spydom to know they would never let her live it down if she showed a childish desperation to pee. Unfortunately, they couldn’t drive in peace as, a few minutes later, a thud indicated someone jumped onto the top of the truck. Jarvis said, worried, “Did you hear that?” Agent Carter felt another split second spurt. Suddenly, gunfire pierced the roof as whoever was on top of the truck began shooting in. Peggy Carter involuntarily let loose a second-long stream in response, her panties drenched. She shouted, “I definitely heard that!” Putting her desperation aside, she crawled out the window and on top of the hood of the truck. Brannis accelerated hard to unsteady the shooter and Carter fired with her pistol, barely missing. The man shot back, grazing Peggy’s leg. She shouted in pain and fell over, gripping the roof of the truck. Another spurt shot out of her, running down her legs. She couldn’t let it distract her. She shouted at Jarvis, “Shoot up!” Jarvis shot straight up with the shotgun he found and the shooter fell back. Agent Carter used the opportunity to swing up to the roof and began fighting hand-to-hand, trying to wrestle the gun away from the shooter. As Carter attacked the man, he let off two more shots that she fortunately directed away from herself, but it went through the roof. Unbeknownst to her, one had uncoupled the bombs and the other had hit Brannis. She finally knocked the gun from his hand, though. Jarvis yelled to warn Peggy, “Miss Carter!” Peggy tried to respond, but the attacker took the opportunity to swing a punch into her face. She fell over, peeing for a second yet again. She saw an upcoming turn and cliff and shouted, “Get Brannis! Jump clear!” She stood back up, angry at this man for potentially ruining her plans and angry at herself for her loss of control. In the back of her mind, she thought, “I hope nothing shows on my skirt…” She pushed that thought aside and began beating the attacker. She beat him into submission and stabbed his hand into the roof. As he screamed in pain, she said, “This is where I get off.” Jarvis leapt off with Brannis as Carter hung off the roof to fall off as gently as possible. Or, rather, as gently as falling off a speeding truck could be. She landed on the pavement, rolling repeatedly. She could feel a trickle erupt as she rolled and she only finally got control when she came to a stop. She stood up unsteadily, but at that moment the bombs exploded and the entire river seemed to shoot upwards. She flew back from the explosion, but was otherwise okay. As she got up to her knees, she felt herself peeing freely, finally. Her bladder ached in relief. She stood up quickly, still peeing, and realized the outside of her skirt seemed to be free of evidence of her accident. As the puddle grew beneath her, Jarvis asked, “You alright?” Her stream tapered off and she subtly felt the back of her skirt. Dry as well. The dark color and dark night would cover up any small spots. “I’m fine. You?” Yes… though I’m afraid Mr. Brannis broke my fall.” She stumbled towards him, focused again on the mission. He seemed almost dead… She demanded, “The rest of the weapons that you stole from Howard, I need to know where you hid them. Help me stop Leviathan.” Brannis drew a heart with a line through it in the sand before dying, leaving Carter and Jarvis to ponder the clue. Back at one of Stark’s penthouses, Jarvis insisted he check her leg wound and stitch it up, if necessary. Peggy really wanted a shower, her wet panties insistently rubbing against her, but she sat on the couch and raised her skirt just a little (she didn’t want him seeing her accident…) for him to patch her up. She realized too late that she had piss running down her legs, but those rivulets had seemingly dried by now. She could smell the faint scent of urine and wondered if he noticed as he patched her leg up expertly. They had a meaningful conversation about trust and if he did smell or notice anything, he didn’t say it. Agent Carter chose to assume he hadn’t noticed and when they were done, she headed to the shower to clean up.

Like the title says, I'm wondering if anyone's found any scenes in games. It seems unfortunately rare to me, and most of the scenes don't really show anything (Which is understandable, really). To try and kick it off, I'll supply a few things I've found. In Fallout 3, while exploring an old metro tunnel, you open a door at the same time as this scientist guy, who chides you for scaring him. One of the possible replies is something like "Scared you?! I just crapped my pants!". Naturally, nothing's shown, but I can dream. In Wasteland 2, if you run from a fight, the game gives you a number of colorful messages calling you a wuss. One of them reads: "You managed to escape. Probably because they were too busy laughing at the piss running down your legs." In World of Warcraft, there's a few mentions. One of the first Death Knight quests has you killing peasants, who sometimes remark that they soiled themselves. A Horde quest in Silverpine Forest has you resuscitate a bunch of unconscious orcs, who sometimes say that they think they wet themselves. Bonus: while not actually a wetting, a quest in Azsuna has you rescue a female goblin who's been stuck in a cage for a couple of days. When you let her out, she says "Thanks! Now if you'll excuse me, I have go to go, if you know what I mean." In Mass Effect 3, there's a scene in the Citadel DLC if you have Tali and Liara with you. While riding a slow elevator, Liara asks if everyone's ready, and Tali says she has to go to the bathroom, then says "And... there. Now I'm ready,". I'm pretty sure her suit has a built-in bathroom, but I like to imagine otherwise. In Telltale Game's The Walking Dead Season 1, there's a scene early on where Clementine has to pee during a tense situation, and wanders off to find a bathroom. A zombie in the bathroom attacks her before she can use the toilet, and her needing to pee is not brought up again. While it's not explicitly seen/stated, it seems pretty clear that Clementine probably wet herself. That's about everything I've got. Anyone else found any fun stuff?

Hello! Welcome to live action messing, where you can tell your current poop desperation and messing experience here! I decided that since there's a live action Omorashi thread, why not have a live action soiling thread as well? Lol Hope you all enjoy your time here!

I’m not sure if we can post messing stories here but i know there are people interested in poop accidents as well. This is the story of my only real poop accident past my childhood age and it was mortifying for me. I was 12 years old but I remember it very clearly. My parents, my sister and me were visiting four of our relatives and we were all walking in the city. We got to a playground which me and my sister played on and the grown-ups were all standing around and talking to one another. I noticed I really had to poop but I kept ignoring my need and continued playing. I realized I couldn’t make it much longer but I was still too shy to walk up to all the grown-ups and tell them I had to go the bathroom now. And I wanted to let them talk, I didn’t want to disturb their conversation. Suddenly I slowly felt poop coming out and I really couldn’t hold on anymore so some poop made its way into my pants. And since there was already poop in my pants and I knew I couldn’t hide it anyway I decided to push everything out into my pants. I involuntarily peed a bit while doing it too. It felt really good to be finally able to go after having to hold on so long. I really went alot, my pants were totally full when I was done. After this act, I started blushing when I realized that now I had to own up and tell my parents. I decided to just tell them to just get it over with, since they would find out anyway. I awkwardly waddled towards the group and they noticed what I did before I even said anything. My mom asked me „Did you poop your pants“ and I just nodded. She got kind of annoyed and asked me: „Why didn’t you tell us you had to go?“ Her being disappointed about it made me upset too and I started stammering and said „I didn’t really notice I had to go that badly. I didn’t mean to…“ and I suddenly started crying. Her seeing me cry probably triggered her motherly instinct and she gave me a hug and whispered into my ear: „It’s ok. I understand. Let’s go find a place where you can clean up.“ My younger sister thought it was really funny that I pooped my pants and laughed at me but my dad and my relatives saw I was very upset so they didn’t comment anything negatively. My mom took my hand and we started looking for places with public toilets for me. She asked a few stores but they didn’t end up having public toilets. So I ended up having to walk 20 minutes through the city with full pants. My walk was very awkward and many people noticed me along the way. I cried all the way even though everyone was trying their best to comfort me to make me stop crying. We finally got to a Italian restaurant that let us use their bathroom. What sucks is that the waiter also noticed what I did and also asked me directly „Did you poop your pants?“ just like my mom asked me. I didn’t reply but hearing his remark made me cry again. My mom escorted me to the bathroom but I went into a stall on my own and tried to dump my poop from my pants into the toilet. After 20 minutes I still wasn’t done cleaning up but my parents called me and told me we wanted to leave. My underwear was a complete mess but I wasn’t sure if I should throw it away or not so I just put on my soiled underwear and pants, zipped up my zipper and left the bathroom. My pants were stained and there was a brown spot on the back of my pants so literally could have seen what I did. Luckily my parents accepted to take me home instead of continuing to walk through the city with my relatives. But I still had to walk all the way back. When we made it to our family car (My relatives went home in their own car) I was very quiet the entire ride. I remember my sister complaining about the smell and we had to open the car windows. When I finally got home, I took off my clothes and washed them and I took a bath which finally calmed me down a bit. But when it was time to sleep I got sad again and asked my parents if I could sleep in their bed with them that night and they let me. When I was lying in bed with them they reassured me again that it was ok to have an accident and that I shouldn’t beat myself up over it. I apologized to them for ruining the evening but they comforted me and told me I didn’t ruin it and that we wanted to leave anyway. After a lot of comforting I managed to finally sleep. The next day I already felt somewhat better. But what also sucked is that in the next couple days my parents made sure to often keep asking me if I had to use the bathroom and I hated that they had to keep asking this because it embarrassed me and made me feel like a toddler. But I understand why they did it. They weren’t trying to embarrass me, they were just trying to prevent another accident. And after all I really did have an accident that night, so I really couldn’t complain. So this is my memory, fellow omo-lovers. It is a 100% real story, and it was my only real poop accident after I grew out of having daytime accidents as a small child. That’s why I remember it so clearly. But now, many years later, I don’t feel bad about this experience anymore. I think no one really judged me for it so it was fine afterwards. At the time I felt helpless and miserable but now looking back at it I think it’s kinda cute that it happened.

View File More New Messing Clips! Just keeping the ball rolling is all. Found a bunch more new clips I wanted to share. Let me know what you think of them! Submitter cheese142 Submitted 10/15/2019 Category Diapers and ageplay  

Apologies for the repost; I wanted to update the story but realized I had tagged my previous post incorrectly. While this chapter and the one I'm about to publish don't have messing, I plan on including it in future chapters; as such, wanted to give people the heads up. Below is a repost of Chapter I, Chapter II will be close behind. Hi all, I've been kicking around a few ideas centered on the TV show Riverdale. If you haven't seen it, it's basically Archie Comics meets Twin Peaks -- a complete mess of a product, but entertaining nonetheless. All the actors are well over 18, and my descriptions hopefully indicate that, so pretend as though this world is staffed entirely of 18+ high schoolers. By the standards of the original Riverdale, that's actually pretty normal. This first chapter is based on the pilot episode. I stripped out a lot of the original plot elements (Jason Blossom's death, etc) but may bring them back in later installments. This chapter has a lot of background in it and it somewhat light on the wetting description, so I apologize -- going forward, should be a lot more efficient. Chapter I: The Riverdale Mermaids “Oh my God, Archie Andrews got hot!” Since they first became friends in the second grade, Betty Cooper and Kevin Keller had spent countless hours in the Coopers’ idyllic suburban house. Cross-legged on the bed in Betty’s 2nd floor room, they grew up eating snacks, swapping gossip, and fretting about classes. However, the night before their sophomore year, they had abandoned their normal post to press up eagerly against Betty’s window – which looked directly into the Andrews’ house next door. Kevin insisted they augment their routine gossip session by peering into Archie’s room, and despite Betty’s protests, their spying seemed to have paid off. “Kevin!” Betty exclaimed, admonishing him for his tactless comment, but not taking her eyes away from the scene before her. Archie, her best friend and next-door neighbor, was strutting shirtless around his room. Betty had long harbored a crush on Archie, and she felt her face grow warm as she gazed at his abs and torso. A summer of construction at his father’s firm had added muscle to his skinny frame, complementing his strong jaw and shock of bright red hair. Betty was suddenly glad that Kevin was too busy ogling Archie to see her own reaction. “What! It’s true!” exclaimed Kevin. “I bet you can’t wait to get back to school and show off your goods. You’ll have that ginger Adonis eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.” Kevin had faithfully served the role of gay best friend since 13, when he first came out to Betty. Of the two, he was far more brazen in commenting on all the cute guys in their class. But Betty had eyes for only Archie, and Kevin had long known about this crush. “Kevin, I don’t think Archie will ever pay attention to me. Especially not now that he looks like that,” Betty replied dejectedly. Kevin turned to look at his friend. While Archie may have put on muscle over the summer, Betty had undergone her own transformation. He remembered the stick-thin girl who sported braces all throughout middle school. Now, Betty sported a blonde ponytail pulled over a pink sweater, her alabaster skin and aquamarine eyes creating a wholesome, pretty girl-next-door image. “Betty, don’t be ridiculous. You’re gorgeous, and your goods are gorgeous, and you just have to flaunt them!” Betty blushed, as she did every time Kevin mentioned her body. Determined, Kevin pushed on. “You know what you should do if you’re so worried about getting him to notice you? Try out for the Riverdale Vixens!” “I don’t know Kevin, you remember what happened last year -- it didn't exactly go very well.” Not well was quite the understatement – Betty had been told directly by Cheryl, the fiery redhead in charge of the cheerleading squad, that she was too fat to join the team. Objectively, the comment was ridiculous – Betty’s slim figure fit nicely into the rotating wardrobe of tight sweaters she wore for Archie’s benefit – but the memory of humiliation still lingered. “Yeah, but Cheryl was just being a jerk! You need to stick up for yourself Betty – you’d be a positively fantastic Vixen, and you shouldn’t let her stand in your way.” Before Betty could respond, her mom walked through the door. Though well into middle-age, Alice Cooper cut a striking figure, and her domineering personality sucked the air out of any room she entered. As far as Betty could remember, her mother had been a strict disciplinarian. Now that Betty’s sister, Polly, had been mysteriously sent away, her helicopter parenting had reached critical levels. “Hello Mrs. Cooper!” Kevin cheerfully addressed Betty’s mom. “Hello Kevin. Betty, it’s a school night – I need you in bed pronto. Say goodbye to your friend.” Betty walked Kevin to the front door, chattering all the while about how excited they were to come back to school the following day. Promising to talk to him soon, she closed the door and came back inside. She was greeted by Alice, who was standing at the foot of the staircase leading to Betty’s room with her arms crossed. “Betty, dear, remember to use the toilet before bed. We don’t want any mishaps before your first day.” “Mom!” Betty meekly protested. For the past few years, Betty had been struggling with anxiety. Whenever she was pressured, Betty would dig her fingernails into her hands hard enough to draw blood. Kevin, Archie, and the rest of her friends could see it but were kind enough not to say anything. A far more embarrassing and thankfully discreet symptom was her bedwetting. While this had been a nightly occurrence for some time, it had mostly stopped by middle school. Still, there were isolated incidents, particularly under stress. The night her sister Polly had been sent to a long stay at the hospital, Betty dreamed that she was floating underwater. Beside her, Polly and Polly’s ex-boyfriend Jason Blossom drifted lifelessly with their faces in the water. In her dream, she tried to call out to Polly, but the limp corpse didn’t respond. Instead, Jason’s body opened its eyes and lunged at her, causing her to wake up with a scream. Alice, startled by the noise, came up the stairs to find her teenage daughter sitting in a puddle radiating out from between her legs. Since then, Alice insisted that Betty use the toilet promptly before going to bed, saying she was tired of scrubbing yellow stains out of Betty’s pretty pink blankets. While Betty was embarrassed by her mom reminding her, she knew she was right – she was pretty nervous for her first day back. After taking care of her bathroom needs, brushing her teeth, and changing in to her light pink nightgown, Betty crawled underneath her covers. As she closed her eyes, she thought wistfully of what it would be like to be a Vixen. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty heard the clamor of her classmates as she walked down Riverdale’s main hall for her first day of sophomore year. In keeping with her mother’s strict insistence on conservative garb, Betty had donned a tight argyle sweater and a knee-length red skirt that morning. Complete with a pink bow fixed in her hair, Betty felt eerily like a Norman Rockwell painting come to life. Looking around her school corroborated that picture – she saw Reggie and the football team harassing Dillon Doyle about which classes he could do their homework for, and passed by cheerleaders gossiping about their summer flings. “Are you Betty Cooper?” Betty turned to look for the source of the voice, and saw a beautiful Latina girl. Silky, jet-black hair fell straight down onto her smooth caramel skin. While this girl had a short and lithe frame, her femininity was accentuated by a very short black skirt and a top showing a generous amount of cleavage. In the presence of this gorgeous, provocatively dressed newcomer, Betty felt acutely aware of her chaste outfit. It took her a moment before she was able to find her words. “Yes, I’m Betty. Are you Veronica Lodge?” As Betty spoke, she remembered that she had promised Principal Weatherbee to chaperone a last-minute new student for the day. She hadn’t expected anything like this girl though, with her ostentatious outfit adorned by a pearl necklace and expensive looking jewelry. “The one and only. I believe you’ve been saddled with introducing me to the various players of Fast Times at Riverdale High, yes?” Betty struggled again to find her words as she tried to remember what she had heard about Veronica through the Riverdale rumor mill. Allegedly, Veronica was a bit of spoiled brat who had lived in NYC before coming to Riverdale. Her expensive outfit and haughty look of disdain as she surveyed the lockers definitely confirmed that. According to Kevin, Veronica had been living the high-life at her expensive prep school before her father was arrested for white collar crime. To keep expenses down, the family was forced to move to Riverdale, where Veronica’s mother and father had grown up. This was not a girl to cross, Betty thought, as she finally spoke. “I’m more than happy to give you the tour of campus. Ready to get started?” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As they walked, Betty found herself warming up to Veronica. Her initial impression had been melted away as Veronica asked about her life at Riverdale, what her friends were like, and complimented Betty’s outfit. With Kevin following in tow, Veronica and Betty chatted away, with the latter pointing out all the important landmarks. “These are the school bathrooms. They’re usually pretty gross though” Betty gestured to a door labeled “Ladies” with peeling white paint, sandwiched between two lockers. Veronica turned and looked where Betty was pointing with disgust. “Oh God. I don’t plan on letting my precious derrière touch that diseased porcelain while I’m here. Do you even have bidets in that abomination?” Betty laughed. “Oh, there are certainly no bidets. In fact, I’d say that there’s about a 50% chance of any given stall even having toilet paper.” Betty was normally far too timid to talk about bathroom matters, but found that Veronica’s brazen attitude was starting to rub off on her. “Gross!” Veronica shrieked. “I imagine that’s why it looks like Pippi Longstocking over there has such a tight ass, her cheeks must be stuck together.” Betty turned to look where Veronica’s gaze was fixed, and saw Cheryl communing with a few of her underlings on the cheerleading team. Betty laughed again at Veronica’s crass joke, but felt her heart fall ash she looked at her tormentor from last year. “I can’t let her get to me,” Betty thought, digging her fingernails into her hand. Her reaction was strong enough to draw Veronica’s notice. “Betty, dear, are you all right? Is it that positively rank smell from the bathrooms that’s affecting you?” “No Veronica,” Betty replied, unclenching her hands. “Let’s just keep moving.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty invited Veronica to come eat lunch with her and her friends. Kevin, of course, tagged along, complimenting Veronica’s outfit and witty remarks the whole way. They were joined by Jughead, a skinny, sardonic individual who seemed skeptical of Veronica’s attitude, and Archie. Betty felt her heart beat a little faster has he sat down with his guitar. Over lunch, the friends caught up. Archie filled them in on his burgeoning music career and desire to become a professional singer. Betty noticed with a small pang of jealousy the way that Veronica was eyeing Archie, but tried her best to shrug it off. Everything was progressing as normal until Cheryl haughtily approached their lunch bench. “What have we here? Is Ugly Betty stuffing her face with her usual grace?” Though Cheryl’s cutting remark hurt deeply, Betty couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Cheryl’s “brand” was red – her red hair, red lipstick, and red clothes framed her buxom figure. With an incredible ass and rotten heart, it was no wonder that Cheryl was the captain of the cheerleading team, Betty thought to herself. “Why don’t you back off, Cheryl. Betty needs your negativity less than you need that horribly gaudy outfit.” Veronica sneered back. Betty was shocked. Nobody ever spoke to Cheryl this way. She looked around for reactions. Jughead looked amused, Archie looked worried, and Cheryl’s underlings looked flabbergasted. But Cheryl herself looked more impressed than taken aback. “You know, I kind of like your style new girl. I guess having a jailbird Daddy makes you a little tougher. I’d like you to try out for the Vixens this afternoon.” “I’ll only go if Betty comes with me,” Veronica fired back. Betty was now even more shocked than she was a moment ago. She didn’t expect to be dragged into this. But before she had had a chance to respond, Cheryl had burst into laughter. “Fine! Bring that bloated cow,” Cheryl spat, “and let’s see if you both have what it takes to be elite.” With that, Cheryl stormed off, lackeys in tow. “Veronica, I can’t do this!” Betty said, her heart racing to her throat. “Cheryl hates me, she calls me fat, she..” “Don’t worry about it B”, Veronica said. “We’re going to make the team no matter what Cheryl thinks. That’s a Lodge guarantee.” “I think it’s a great idea!” Kevin piped up. “I do too,” said Archie, and all of a sudden Betty felt she had no choice in the matter. “Fine, I’ll do it,” Betty said to a beaming Veronica. Despite herself, she felt hopeful. Maybe Veronica would help even the odds a bit this time around. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ As Betty was finishing up her lunch, she felt a customary pressure in her lower abdomen. She had long lived her life under the thumb of her authoritarian mother, adhering to strict study schedules and regimented extracurricular activities. As a result, her bathroom use followed an equally predictable pattern. After getting rid of a night’s worth of pent-up urine each morning, Betty would wait until the end of lunch period to make her next bathroom trip at roughly 12:30 each day. She would empty her bladder, wash her hands, and have time to make her 12:35 class. Her next bathroom break would take place at 3:00pm, right after the final school bell rang. This way, she would never miss any class time, and could show up to her after-school activities unfettered by her anatomical needs. “Excuse me everyone, I’m going to go freshen up before class.” Betty delivered her customary line before standing up from the bench to go perform her daily ritual. “Wait up, Betty, I’ll come with you too!” Veronica said, getting up hurriedly with her Louis Vutton purse draped across her shoulder. Betty’s heart fell. Growing up, she had always been closer with guys than girls, and didn’t have much experience with bathroom buddies. What’s more, Betty had always felt awkward “going” in front of people, particularly given some of her prior experiences in the school bathrooms. Without trying to, Betty recalled a horrifying moment toward the end of last year. Like clockwork, she had come in after lunch to use the ladies room. That day, Cheryl and her cronies had been fixing their makeup at the mirrors, paying her no mind as she went into the stall to do her business. Her pee was standard, gushing forth from between her legs in a powerful stream that hissed as it touched the front of the porcelain and dribbled down into the water. As she relaxed the muscles in her lower body, she unintentionally relaxed a bit too much. The greasy burger she had eaten at Pop’s the day before made itself known with a rumbling in her lower gut, and before she could stop it… “BRAPPPP” A thunderous fart echoed off the bowl, serving as a coda to the urination which had tapered down into a weak stream. Betty felt her heart pound and her face turned a deep vermillion, praying that nobody outside would react. She wasn’t that lucky – Cheryl’s cronies cackled while the Queen Bee screamed in disgust that it smelled like a squirrel had died. As the stink of overripe meat engulfed Betty’s nostrils, she heard the door slam – cronies still laughing, Cheryl still screaming about calling an exterminator. She’d been too afraid to use the school bathrooms for weeks after that, and the memory was etched into her brain. But she couldn’t think of a reason to ask Veronica to stay back without sounding crazy, so she said nothing as her new friend followed her to the toilets. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty swung open the ladies’ room door with some trepidation, Veronica in tow. As she walked toward the stall furthest away from the door, she noticed that Veronica wasn’t following her. Instead, the buxom new girl had paused at the mirrors, leaning against the sink. Betty paused for a moment. “Oh, go ahead,” Veronica said. “I’d sooner die than eliminate waste on these Bates motel-esque toilets. I’m just here for the company.” “So you’re not going to use the school bathrooms at all?” Betty ventured. “No. We Lodge women have a great deal of bodily control, particularly over our more unsavory needs. Daddy made me sit through a dinner with the Ambassador to Belgium for 8 hours once without a single bathroom break and perform a dance after – I didn’t spring a single leak. I think I can wait long enough to use my private commode.” “Okay,” Betty said uncertainly, pushing open her stall door. Betty pulled down her red skirt and white panties. Though she would never speak to Veronica about it, Betty didn’t like sitting on the school toilets either. Instead, she hovered over the seat to avoid the urine spray from previous visitors. Nobody else was in the bathroom. Betty tried to relax. But, despite her consistency, Betty found that she couldn’t go. She was far too self-conscious knowing that Veronica would hear every movement and sound in this bathroom. Her face burned with shame as she remembered her Cheryl encounter. Even if Veronica was nice to her now, she was still a prissy girl at heart – she would be disgusted if she heard Betty going to bathroom in front of her. As Betty strained to expel her bladder, she found that she just could not get her stream started. After pushing on her pelvic muscles a bit more to no avail, Betty began to feel very aware of how long it was taking. As long as Veronica was there, she decided, she couldn’t relieve herself, and she was far too shy to ask Veronica to wait outside so she could pee in peace. Instead, she flushed the still clear toilet in defeat, unlocked the stall, and went out to wash her hands. Veronica was waiting at the mirror, inspecting her makeup as Betty duly applied soap and water. “I guess I’ll just have to come back later,” Betty thought. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the time the bell rang at 3pm, Betty was dying for the bathroom. She didn’t want to ask to leave and miss risking any of her classes. But, she thought ruefully, it hardly made a difference. She hadn’t been able to concentrate in Biology, tapped her leg all the way through World History, and was discreetly grabbing her womanhood in Spanish. “I really underestimated the importance of routine,” Betty thought to herself. When the Spanish teacher finally said “Hasta luego”, Betty felt like kissing him. She had remained dry so far, but at this level of desperation, she knew her panties wouldn’t be pristine much longer. As she scurried to the bathroom, pressing her legs together, she ran into Cheryl and Veronica talking in the hallway. Betty tried to sidestep the conversation, but Cheryl noticed her. “Where are you off to Betty? Cheerleading tryouts started 10 minutes ago. You and your criminal floozy here are going to have to run to get changed.” “What are you talking about Cheryl,” Betty replied with alarm. “Class just ended!” “Yes, but I had penciled you in for 2:50.” Cheryl replied with glee. “Now come along, no dilly-dallying. Let’s see if you’ll make history as the first cheerleading whale today.” “Come on B,” Veronica said, clearly annoyed with Cheryl’s antics. “Let’s just play by her rules for now. I promise we’re going to smash these tryouts, and then that hipster Prince Harry will be all over you.” “Okay,” Betty said unsure. She was still aching to release her overfull bladder, but couldn’t admit that to Veronica, and especially not to Cheryl. Pushing her legs together a little tighter, she followed Veronica and Cheryl to the girls’ locker room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Dammit,” Veronica thought, “I could really use the little ladies’ room pronto.” Despite her earlier bluster about her bladder capacity to Betty, Veronica was still feeling the effects of not urinating for an entire school day. At her old school, the bathrooms had been immaculate. Veronica still saved her more “serious” business for home, of course, but she never had trouble peeing freely while talking with her friends about which boys they were dating and which clubs they would go to that weekend. But she had seen the Riverdale toilets, and the staff here simply weren’t keeping the toilets clean at a satisfactory level. “No,” she thought to herself, “I can hold it. I’ve held it for longer. I’m a Lodge woman, and I won’t let my body control me.” Veronica looked over at Betty. The girls were changing in to their loaner Vixen outfits for the tryouts, and Betty was taking quite a while. Come to think of it, Betty had been awfully fidgety since they got to the locker room, and Veronica noticed her casting longing glances over by the toilets. Veronica wondered if Betty was facing the same struggles that she was. “Well, she went at lunchtime, so I’m sure she’s probably doing far better than I am,” Veronica thought ruefully. Even if she wanted to, Veronica knew she couldn’t use the toilets now. Cheryl was standing in front of them, arms folded, as Veronica and Betty were changing. Thanks to Cheryl’s little stunt, Veronica and Betty were being forced to tryout well before any of the other girls. “That ginger Mean Girls wannabe has another thing coming,” Veronica thought. “Still, since we’re going so early, we should probably be fine. I’ll just perform, shine, and then make a beeline for it!” Just then Veronica heard a yelp. She and Cheryl turned her attention to Betty, who was doubled over and the source of the sudden sound. “Everything okay B?” “Yep! Just stubbed my toe. Almost ready!” Betty had finally gotten the skimpy cheerleader outfit on. Cheryl’s influence meant that the uniforms were far skimpier than the clothes Betty was wearing before, Veronica noticed. With a skirt that ended well above the knees, Betty looked far more in the mold of the typical Riverdale Vixen. Veronica was excited to show her new friend how to stand up to girls like Cheryl. She just hoped she was okay. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty was not okay. After shuffling into the girls’ locker room like a water balloon filled to the brim, she had to change in front of Veronica and Cheryl. Worst of all, she couldn’t pop into the toilets without risking Cheryl’s wrath. She wasn’t even sure she’d want to go, she thought ruefully, as the last thing she needed was Cheryl hearing her use the toilets again. But putting on the uniform with an overfull bladder was an arduous task. Betty felt herself sweating despite the frigid gym locker air. Worse yet, she could have sworn that the moisture between her legs was greater than the moisture on the rest of her body. “I really hope I’m not leaking,” Betty thought to herself. As she bent over to tie her shoe, a sudden jolt stabbed in her urethra. She shrieked as she felt a spot of warm wetness trickle past her lips and land with a spot on her underwear. “Ah!” She told Veronica a lie about stubbing her toe when the latter asked about the noise, but Betty’s mind was elsewhere. She felt a dime-sized patch against her underwear, which were luckily hidden underneath the cheerleader skirt stopper. Yet, both her underwear and the skirt were white. “I hope it doesn’t show!” she thought nervously. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Betty and Veronica stood on the hardwood floor facing Cheryl. Veronica was staring daggers at the redheaded bombshell, while Betty tried her hardest to stand up straight without grabbing herself. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as Cheryl belted out instructions. “Betty, you’re up first. Please try not to embarrass yourself like last year.” “Gee, thanks Cheryl,” Betty thought to herself, but nodded back at the other girl. Betty limped over to where Cheryl was gesturing, willing the contents of her bladder to stay inside. She could still feel the wet spot against her genitals from the accidental emission earlier, cooling against her white panties. “Okay, Betty, here’s the deal. You’re going to have to perform a five-minute routine to a song of my choice. Soon, the rest of the girls will be here, and you and your extra friend will have to mingle and do some group exercises. Peachy keen, but knowing how brain-dead you are, I assume you’ll flunk this in the first minute.” Normally, Cheryl’s barbs would bother Betty more, but all she could do in response at this point was nod again. Her bladder felt as though it were on fire, and her cute white panties felt like they were sticking to her body. She had no idea how she was going to get through this exercise, but she would rather be caught dead than admit to Cheryl she needed a potty break. Cheryl would never let her live it down, and worse still, it would be embarrassing to show such weakness in front of her new friend. “Okay, go!” Betty tried to put all thoughts of her bladder away as the loopy electronic music came on. Just as she had practiced the year before, Betty pranced around the hardwood floor. Despite her very pressing need, she smoothly executed a series of kicks and jumps without too much trouble. “This is going pretty well!” Betty thought to herself, as she lunged into her next move. “The music is winding down, and I’ll be able to pop off to the bathroom soon.” “Now split!” Cheryl screamed, as the music came to a halt. Betty wasn’t expecting that; while she had practiced the standard cheerleading fare, she had only executed a split a handful of times. Even worse, she knew that the move would tax her ready to burst bladder. Still she had no choice, and grimaced as she jumped up and spread her legs. “Ta-da!” Veronica shouted in support as Betty’s legs hit the floor. But Betty could barely hear her. As her legs hit the floor, her bladder decided it had enough for now. With a jolt, Betty realized that the floodgates were loosened by the impact and decided to open. Her ass felt warm as a small puddle of urine flowed out of her tired urethra, pooling inside her underwear. Using all the self-control she could muster, she cut the flow off with a burning sensation lingering in her thighs. “It’s only a little bit,” Betty thought. “Nobody will notice.” Betty cautiously got up, and saw that she was right – there was only a tiny wet spot on the floor. At this point, though, she felt that she would definitely need to change her panties. “Luckily I can finally get in to the bathroom now!” Her heart sank as she saw all the other girls filing in from the locker room into the gym. Cheryl grinned. “Well, it looks as though Riverdale’s resident livestock has finally learned how to shake her flat ass. Betty dearest, one final thing for your tryout. Stand on the top of a pyramid so my girls and I can practice by holding up a blimp.” “I thought I was done Cheryl. Can I take a break?” “Absolutely not,” Cheryl said, “unless you want to forfeit here and now. The door is over there.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Veronica watched as her friend nervously eyed the girls in charge of hoisting her up – Cheryl and one of her cronies. At this point, her own desperation had started to make itself more known. She was surreptiously grabbing at her vagina cloaked beneath her Victoria’s Secret thong, and prayed that the tryouts wouldn’t take much longer. Her bladder pulsated against the front of her uniform, and she felt far more bloated than was acceptable. “Are you ready, Betty dearest?” Cheryl intoned with mock sincerity. Betty gritted her teeth, tears starting to well in her eyes. Her legs were shaking of their own volition, her face felt hot, and her panties felt very damp. She was sure that the wet spot from earlier had tripled in size. But, seeing no choice in front of her, Betty made a noise of assent. “One, two, three!” Cheryl and the other girl lifted Betty up into the air. From this vantage point, Betty could see around ten other girls looking directly at her, including a rather shifty Veronica. Before Betty could process this, though, she felt her body drop slightly and squealed in surprise. “Oopsie!” Cheryl called out below, “you’re just so heavy, it’s hard to keep you up.” Betty disliked being on top of the pyramid due to a minor fear of heights. Cheryl’s sudden dip worried her, but she swallowed and steeled her nerves. Clenching her sphincter as tightly as possible, Betty looked into the distance to keep balance. Cheryl, however had other plans in mind.” “Gosh, Betty, I think there must be a weight limit for cheering,” Cheryl exclaimed, playfully dragging Betty’s leg down before hoisting it back up again. For Betty, though, this was too much. Her overtaxed bladder, filled with eight hours of hydration, began issuing a stream from under her stained panties. It spilled forth in a clear arc, running down her leg and shooting out into space. Betty felt hot tears fall down her face as her urine ran down her leg at the top of the pyramid. Cheryl felt warm liquid running on to her head. She looked up to see if a sprinkler had broken, only to feel hot, light-yellow urine splash on to her red hair and drip into her eyes. “Ahhh!” she yelled, involuntarily dropping Betty out of surprise. The girl to her left, finding herself holding one leg and urinated on as well, dropped her too. The three girls crashed on the hardwood floor. Betty’s pee hadn’t stopped, with golden jets still squirting out into a puddle. Cheryl’s pristine red hair was now flat against her head, matted with Betty’s excretion. For her part, Betty silently sobbed, wondering how she would ever live out this embarrassment. The rest of the girls looked on in shock, until a sudden noise burst through. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Veronica had never seen anything so funny in her life. While she felt bad for Betty, the image of her pee dropping on to an unsuspecting Cheryl sent her into fits of hysteria. While the rest of the gym stayed silent, Veronica screamed out in laughter at the precise moment that Cheryl screamed out in frustration, and found that she couldn’t stop laughing. She gasped for air as the scene replayed in her mind – the Queen Bee of Riverdale getting pissed on during tryouts. Unfortunately, the scene was too funny. Veronica felt her knees grow week as she doubled over trying to catch her breath. Her muscles loosened involuntarily, and with sudden alarm, she realized that her own bladder was weakening. A single stream of urine ran down her leg. Unlike Betty, who had been hydrating all day, Veronica hadn’t had much to drink to avoid using the facilities. Now, bright yellow urine rained down into her white tennis shoes, staining them the color of daises, and a strong ammonia stink filled the air around her. “Oh my God, the new bitch is pissing herself too!” one of the other girls shrieked. It was true, Veronica’s pee had begun to puddle beneath her feet as she couldn’t stop laughing. The smelly amber liquid left an opaque puddle on the hardwood floor, and several girls stepped away from the kneeled over Veronica to avoid get their own feet wet. As Veronica felt her bladder void, her laughter turned to sobs. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “So, I guess I have to transfer out of Riverdale now.” Betty and Veronica sat on the benches in the main Riverdale hallway, still in their messy clothes. Cheryl’s wrath had been too much to risk lingering in the gym for. “Well, I’m right there with you B. This might be the worst first possible impression a girl could make.” “Hey, at least we made the team.” Surprisingly, after screaming at them for ten minutes in front of the other girls, Cheryl’s anger cooled slightly. In a menacing tone, she told them that both of them were now Riverdale Vixens. “Yeah, but she said we only got on so that it would be easier to punish us.” Veronica laughed. “I told you we could get on. A Lodge always holds up her promises.” Despite herself, Betty began to laugh. With Veronica around and a spot on the River Vixens, this year was shaping up to be the craziest one yet.

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AuthorFaust: Hello everyone, and welcome to... The CRACK of a whip rings out, interrupting the author that you are all likely familiar with...The source being an unfamiliar man, with auburn hair, styled as messy to one side....but perfectly trimmed on the other in a stark contrast to one another. He wore a brown vest over a white shirt, (topped with a blue tie) And long, but perfectly pressed black pants, with nary a wrinkle in sight. "You can drop the usual spiel." he calls, a murky-textured black whip straightening out and forming into a cane, as he folds his hands over it. "Everyone knows why you're here, and what it's about.." The shrouded form of the Author cut a scowl and a sneer to the well-dressed man, but shook his head after a few moments of held disgust, one of his hands tracing a line in the air....And forming a book with a blue cover...Grasping it between his fingers, as he pulled it closer to himself. "Yeah yeah.."he grumbled, thumbing to the front of the book..which was strangely blank. "Been lacking in my writing department, and I've been needing to catch up. Life's been up and down, but I need to get back into the swing of things, or I'll lose my edge." "Presuming it hasn't already slipped away.." the well dressed man mused with a small grin, earning another sneer from the Author. "So, I've decided to bring you all on.." he started, running his fingers over one of the pages, as it slowly started to fill with letters, and colors. "A little journey of an Author. A sort of trip, through ideas.... Or, as the title of the thread should say..." [Faust's Daily Dimension Diving (for) Desperate Developments] [Faust 5Ds for short] "In short, it's going to be a section of short fiction pieces.." the author stated, magicking a pair of glasses to rest on his head. "To help me get back into writing shape. There won't likely be any epics, or other outstanding work pieces, but getting some progress is better than none, yeah?" The well dressed man said nothing, but one could see the Author cutting him a glare as he stood perfectly still... Wearing the same, devilish smile all the way. "And this....charming gentleman.." the Author stated, gesturing at the reddish-brown haired stranger. "Is going to be my...Assistant, for this set of events. Ei-" The well-dressed man raised a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture...Earning a cold glare from the Author...As he leaned forward on his cane. "My name is Eiji Biwasaka." he stated plainly, still never losing the coy smile. "You could say I'm less of an assistant and more of a...warden. I'm here to...encourage our friend here to do as he says. It's always unsightly when one can't keep their promises, is it not?" He gave a light chuckle, glancing over at the Author with the same wicked smile...Before taking a few steps back, and gesturing forward. "Go on then... Now you can give them the spiel." The hooded figure of the Author stepped forward the moment Eiji stepped out of the way, turning the book around. "It's going to be simple." he started, pointing at a set of lines. "I'm going to show you all various little ideas that pop up in my head.... Little scenarios, with people old and new to you... And, hopefully you'll like at least a few of them." The words shifted around, changing to pictures of other people. Of shapely pinkettes, of modest silverettes, classrooms, car rides, fairs, trips, and even inside homes...As he waved his hand over it once more. "If I can get About 20 or so stories done by the end of September, I'll consider this a success. If it's anything less, then well..." "Mhmhm... Well, let's not find out, okay?" Eiji interjected, giving a wave to you. "Ta-ta for now. Hopefully, you won't need to worry about me anymore, audience." The author sneered again... but opened the book once more.... Drawing his finger over the pages...and diving in... ================================================================================================================================ [Day 1: Not entirely....] "So....This is Avacyn's Ace-card power.." a certain, shapely girl with violet hair called, glancing down at the beautiful Angel card that started her Magic Journey.......Coupled with the power of her mysterious, red-haired girl's Sarilian item...... Bouncy had heard from Keep before that some cards tended to bring people luck, curry favor with negotiations, or had various other niches of support.... But, it was the first time she had been able to well and truly see the effects of it in action. The card normally made all of her things indestructible in the game, but in reality... "Y..You've had like, three bottles of water.." Meta, the source of the unnatural power called, bouncing from foot to foot. "And you haven't peed since school started. Are you Tr-Trying to get people's attention with that bloated bladder, or....?" "N..No..." the violet haired girl stammered, pressing her legs together. "I was just....kind of curious...you know.." She had a feeling the card was special, but she had no idea when she started how special. Despite what the girl had said, and the hours of silent testing, and schoolwork.... Bouncy had found herself able to not only withstand the growing pressure in her body, but hadn't made so much as a single spot on her panties! No matter how many people she bumped into in the halls, how many times she had to bend down to pick up her dropped things, or even the sounds of splashing or running water tormented her.... She felt merely...very full...but never quite at the level where wetting herself was even a thought. She could feel her body sloshing with every step....A bit of her body warming up at the sensation...And she still crossed her legs every time someone used the water fountain, or sink.......And yet, she still felt completely in control. "I wonder if Keep knows about this.." she mused to herself, as the red haired spirit tugged fruitlessly at her arm, trying to drag her aside. "C..C'mon, Bouncy, this is..isn't funny..!" Meta cried out, one hand constantly dipping and burying in her skirt. "I...I know the school bathrooms are crazy gross, but it's better than the alternative, isn't it?" Bouncy ignored the pleas of her nearly-intangible friend, merely pacing along with tensed legs, as she came to a familiar shop....The ringing signalling the owner, Keep. "Ah, what can I do you for, Bouncy?" he asked with a friendly wave, lightly brushing the hair out of his eyepatched eye. The violet haired girl gave a small, teasing smirk... And started to lift her shirt, prompting a hurried blush from the owner. "Ga...H..Hey...do..don't.." he stammered, nearly falling over the counter to pull it down for her. "W..what if someone walked in and saw..." "Look~" the girl called in a low tone, barely holding the shirt over her belly.... but showing off a significant distention from her lower belly... Legs lightly trembling as she stood. "I...umm..wow.." Keep sounded, now noticeably staring at the girl's distended bladder... A flush rushing to his face. "That's... It must be bad.." Bouncy giggled, and leaned forward, dropping her voice even closer to a whisper as she glanced over the shelf. "Gimme one of those, and you can touch it.." she offered, prompting a sharp reddening of Keep's face, as he glanced over...stammering. "Awa...I..I don't..I mean..I could...Aaaaa..." Meta bounced from foot to foot, snapping a quick glare at Bouncy, as she gestured. "C..C'mon! Seriously, it's gonna come out if you don't hurry.." the red haired girl sounded, as the Shopkeep sat the pack down on the counter, and Bouncy took it with a grin. "Thankies, Keep~" she replied with a bright smile, sliding over to one of the chairs, and leaning back. "Be gentle now...." The brown haired shopkeeper stared from behind his counter as the girl crossed her legs over one another.... Finally allowing her fingers to grip at her distressed opening.... But, still retaining her control, as she kept her shirt rolled up juuuuust enough to show her swollen bladder. It seemed like minutes passed, before Keep finally worked up the courage to step over and dare to slide his fingers down.... Pressing on that distention with a slow Pooooooooooooooke Bouncy shifted and wriggled in her seat, Meta WRITHING beside her as the Keeper pressed....Once...twice...thrice, on an increasingly firm bladder, prompting Bouncy to shiver, and quiver with need.... "Ohhh...Ohhhh it's baaaaaad." she groaned, feeling her body giving her telltale signs of losing the battle...The sensation of pressure mounting, of her lower muscles going numb, of the sharp rises in pressure, from contraction to contraction.... "BOUNCY, I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DON'T GO NOW, I'LL BREAK YOUR BLADDER MYSELF!" After a few more gentle probes, the girl stood up on shaky legs, giving a playful... Flirty smile to the shopkeeper. "Mm..Mmmm...I'd bet..better go handle this..." she stated sweetly, swaying her hips back and forth with every step...Squirming, and shifting with every bit of progress. "R..Right...." Keep answered with a deep blush, standing up and heading back to his counter. "J..just be careful in there! I just mopped a bit ago, so the floor might still be we-" A thought not entirely heard by the time the girl got into the bathroom... Mere steps from salvation... But, in an echo of a past event, her careful, tensed posture gave way to the still-wet floor.... A Tragic Slip.... Forcing her legs apart.... P.Pssssh...Pssssssshhhhhhhh And, the cessation of what she thought was an indestructible bladder....A rush of warm, wet relief rushing out at the signal..... Dark blue material quickly moistening, darkening, and blooming with her long-overdue waters....A hand weakly grasping the counter for balance, as a loud SPLASHING could be heard throughout the entire store...... Leading to a mirrored release from the red haired spirit (Who was Rightfully Pissed), and another hasty closing of the store, to hide her shame....As it started to puddle across the bathroom floor.... Needing much much more time with a mop now..... =====================================================================================================================================