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  1. Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. Scott had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. Scott pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."
  2. Preface: A Sci-Fi epic may seem a little ambitious for my very first Omorashi story... However, I am reasonably confident in my ability to write non-Omorashi stuff, so maybe it will translate over? Each chapter will have a number of fetish tags attached to them (Minor desperation, Major desperation, Peeing, ect). The first chapter will partly be used to set up the world this all takes place in, so I urge you to read that one even if it's fairly light on the fetish side of things. I don't mind if people point out spelling errors or the like. Language mistakes annoy me, so I'd like to fix them if I can. This first part of the story will span four chapters and feature Leanore Turnstar, plucky protagonist. And so, without further ado, let's get this show on the road! Chapter 1 - Enter Turnstar! [Minor desperation] Earth, 2041. "Sixteen years ago, we humans learned we were not alone is the universe. The weather was obviously different all over earth when it happened, but, many accounts cite a particularly warm and bright summer day. It was June, after all. We never stood a chance. It was sudden. The only thing separating the idyll of summer and the ominous spacecraft blanketing out the sun was the blink of an eye. Later, we came to understand that a complex set of instructions and demands were telepathically communicated to the leaders of the world. For your average person, however, the following days must have been completely incomprehensible. For the first few minutes, the earth was simply shocked into silence. Then, with a frantic energy, we tried our hardest to understand what was going on. The news went mad, half-truths and conspiracy theories were peddled over the internet, and our leaders and influential figures raced to come out with an official statement. Two hours later, the nukes were fired. In a desperate attempt, some madman military or chief of state lost to history launched several megatons worth of nuclear missiles against the alien spacecraft. This had, seemingly, no effect yet it started a conflict known as the four-day war. Indeed, it took only four days for all of human society to capitulate to the aliens. No, or at least very few lives were lost on either side. Present day, our world has advanced at an incredible pace, thanks to alien technology. The aliens (we now know them as GOFD, or Milky Way Federation) shared some incredible technology, which has improved living conditions all over the globe. The Federation brought many societal changes as well, such as the school system becoming more geared towards sending students to work not only down on earth, but also getting them into positions with the GOFD. Not to mention the somewhat unusual toilet syst-... Are you listening, miss?" The class turned to face Leanore Turnstar (Known as Lea to her friends). She snapped out of her daydream and mustered a slight uh-huh and gave her teacher a little nod. As soon as attention was directed away from her, she once again stared out the window, mindlessly observing the bluish falling leaves. "So, as I was saying, the treaty between the humans and the Federation brought a number of laws and limitations we must follow. The strangest of which is probably the toilet directives. As you all know, all toilets are kept and maintained by the Federation, and you in this class are young enough that you don't even know what it was like before then, but..." Lea knew most of this already. Four restrooms were available at school, two for males and two for females. Yet, instead of queuing up for these bathrooms, everyone was assigned designated break times during which they could enter the toilet. You simply pressed your hand against the door at the right time, and it would open. This was Lea's first class in "Recent History", and she was guessing that this was just them covering the very basics. After all, you'd pretty much have to be blind to not know this stuff. "Hey, Lea..." I mean, teaching a bunch of third-years about the toilet directives? They've lived with them their whole lives, that's really... "Lea?" She once again left her window, as someone softly called her from her right. "What's up, Eri?" Lea's benchmate and friend, Erisa, always got a bit of a forehead wrinkle when she was fretting about something. Lea turned to face a pretty wrinkled forehead. "Um... When's your next toilet break?" Erisa had kind of a pleading look to her, so Lea was pretty sure she knew where this was going. "Got mine at 12:50, just after lunch. How so?" "Do you think I can have yours?" Erisa was desperately trying to keep her voice down. "I got really unlucky with mine today, I really don't think I'll make it like this" "Sure, no problem" At this, Erisa's face immediately shone up. "Just try to be more careful next time, if you end up relying on me for toilet breaks, that's sure to cause some trouble eventually." Perhaps surprisingly, people were free to swap or even give each other toilet breaks. Lea usually had no issues with the directive due to her rather generous bladder capacity, but she knew several girls who had. "Thanks, I don't know what I'd do without you..." Erisa let out a rather nervous-sounding chuckle while gently fidgeting in her seat. Lea wasn't really how Erisa already had a need this early in the day, maybe she had managed to miss her allotted morning pee somehow?
  3. This is a commission that I recently finished. All is kept anonymous; I just wanted to share it and maybe entertain a few lonely souls on omo.org at 3 A.M. It's called: Where Alice came from, and if the story moved forward I like to imagine the Alice finally has a loving care giver in Denis, and she can once again go to her happy place. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, who ever you are. Where Alice Came From Alice sipped at her coffee on and off as she watched people pass by. The sun hung lazily in the sky as fiery, dry leaves skittered by her feet on the lukewarm, autumn afternoon. She was camped in her favorite spot under the terrace of the cafe. Alice liked watching them, wondering where they were going, where they had come from. The young woman sat in curiosity; did any of them have secrets like she had? Did they walk with such confidence down the sidewalk all the while concealing their lack of control under casual clothing which gave little hint to the truth of who they were? These things Alice understood, hoping that she wasn’t alone; these were fantasies. Unlike her day dreams of the bustling crowd which passed by, Alice’s truth was undeniable and a rush of warmth emanating from her groin only served to reinforce what she was. Alice would need a change soon. Apart from people watching, and the delicious coffee, which often disagreed with her, there was another reason she liked Marki’s cafe on 24th and 5th; his name was Denis. It started small, occasional glances stolen by the man as he moved from table to table cleaning up after various patrons, but Alice could tell he was interested and made a plan to come to Marki’s a couple times a week hoping that Denis would gain the nerve to talk to her. Today, her efforts would pay off. Denis untied his apron, draping it over his shoulder after he punched out. His heart was beating so loudly he could hear it; his mouth was dry. He couldn’t explain the spell Alice put him under, but he knew she was unlike any of the other attractive women that frequented Marki’s. He quickly peered out the window to make sure Alice was still there, and smiled to see that she was, but now he was all the more nervous. Now he had to go through with it. He stepped out the door and into the cooling afternoon. He was glad that he had brought his cardigan with him, and Denis found the cool air a welcome change from the dense scent of espresso that persisted inside Marki’s. The cafe was built on the slant of a bluff in the city, and as a result many of the building’s features were either very small or slanted in an awkward, but acceptable way. Denis nearly had to duck to go in and out of the shop whenever he came to work, or wanted a coffee; he was rather tall to begin with. After a few more precious moments of stalling, he decided it was now or never. His eyes locked onto her as he approached. He hadn’t gotten much of a chance to look at Alice during his shift; he was busy cleaning tables, and also didn’t want to be rude. Now, he could take her in fully with his gaze, and what a delight it was. She was much shorter than himself, probably just under five foot, he guessed. Long white hair perfectly framed such a youthful, entrancing face. Despite her ageless features, she was no doubt a woman, with delightful, B-cup breasts, and just enough curviness in her form that would cause your eyes to wander. Denis was a particular fan of her ass, which always had a very round, full appearance, and he often found himself thinking about how soft it must be. All these things were very nice, but what really got to him was her outfits. He had to admit he thought she always looked adorable, and even though some might find it odd that a woman would dress so childishly, he found it particularly hot. Alice sat there, legs crossed. Light green overalls covered up to her chest, and the rest of her modesty was covered by a light blue onesie covered in prints of yellow, cartoon, rubber ducks. The overalls were clipped by two yellow buttons, and upon closer inspection, the onesie was closed from the back by snaps similar to those on baby clothes. Denis found this particularly odd since he guessed it would be rather hard to put it on by yourself with the snaps in the back, but mentally shrugged it off. Overall, Denis currently found her irresistible, and once he got close enough, her violet eyes looked back into his. Alice could feel her cheeks getting hot, and her diaper grow warmer when Denis got to the table. She brushed a hand through her hair, and picked up her coffee cup to take a drink. “Hi,” she said in a soft, sweet voice. “Hello,” Denis replied. He froze up for a moment, lost in the way she made him feel, but soon snapped himself out of it. “I’m Denis,” he reached out his hand, and Alice shook it in response. “Hi, Denis,” she giggled. “I’m awice- A-Alice,” she cleared her throat and blushed. “You can sit down if you want.” He did so gladly, excited to finally be talking to her. Her voice wouldn’t leave his ears. Denis tried to calm himself and focus on being polite. “Thank you. It was kind of a long shift. I hope I’m not disturbing you.” “No, I don’t mind the company,” she blushed and took a sip of her coffee. “That’s good,” he smiled back at her. Soon, coffee after his shift became a ritual of theirs, and the two quickly got to know each other. Coffee lead to dinner dates, dinners to late night movies at his apartment, and as the months went by they spent the nights together, holding each other and dreaming of their future. Denis wasn’t the type to rush things, but often he fantasized about undoing the clasps of her overalls and slowly unbuttoning whatever silly onesie she wore. He promised himself that he would remain a gentleman when it came to Alice; it was clear that she was something very special, so he could wait. The strange thing was that in all this time Denis hadn’t seen her in anything less than her pajamas, which was fine with him, she looked cute either way, but he had to admit that it seemed like she was hiding something. Alice had even made a rule that if she was in the bathroom she needed to be alone, claiming shyness. However, as the way secrets go, Alice’s effort to hide her truth from her friend eventually was proven to be in vain. It was a night similar to many others they had shared. The two were seated on Denis’s couch, and since it was Alice’s turn to choose the movie, they were watching an animated show with talking animals; Denis wasn’t exactly paying close attention, his eyes instead settling on her delightful smile. They held hands, and chatted casually as the movie carried on. This night in particular, Denis had dusted off two bottles of some nice wine. Alice usually didn’t drink, and she crinkled her nose after every sip until the taste grew on her. Her head felt so fuzzy that she scarcely noticed how frequently she had been wetting, and rewetting, her padding. Her stomach rumbled, and she pouted, placing a hand lightly over her belly. “Are you okay, baby?” Denis asked, voice tainted with concern. “Mhmmm,” she giggled, bouncing in her seat excitedly. Alice loved it when he called her baby. “Fanks for letting me choose the movie.” “You’re welcome,” he pulled her in for a side-hug, and poured himself another glass of wine, trying in vain to drink the majority of it lest Alice keep slurring her speech like that. “I’ll be right back, okay cutie?” “Oh, otay…” she frowned. “Come back soon, p-pwease.” She’s such a lightweight, Denis smirked to himself, walking off to the bathroom. He took the chance to check the litter box while he was there, he swore he could smell piss earlier and figured he must have forgot to clean up after mittens last night, but to his surprise it was untouched. He locked the door behind him. Back out in the living room, Alice sat with her hands in between her legs, letting the heat from the piss-soaked diaper under her overalls warm her fingers up. It was fall again, and the temperature had been dropping steadily each day. Her thoughts turned to Denis, and she remarked to herself that even now she missed him; Alice was really starting to develop feelings for him. He was so gentle, so kind. He had even read her a story once before bed, and that felt much nicer than Denis knew. Alice hated that she felt like she had to hide her secret from him, but how would he react? I wish I could tell him everything. I wish he just already knew and liked me anyway, she thought to herself. She hugged her knees into her chest, pouted, and began messing herself. This, she remained unaware of, and the shit continued to pile into her already exhausted diaper as she felt sorry for herself. The sound of the toilet flushing made her perk up a little, but that same weight came crashing down on her heart; Alice wet herself yet again, which she usually didn’t notice anyway, not anymore. She stood abruptly, walking toward Denis as he arrived back in the living room, and threw her arms around him. “Oof, hey there,” he hugged her back. “Is everything alright?” She took a step away and looked to his eyes, then the floor. Alice reached out and took his hand. “I w-want to tell you something. C-can we sit down and tal-” her diaper ballooned as the last of her bowels emptied. “Uh, I- I-” “What’s wrong, baby?” his eyes were heavy with concern. “Whatever you need to say, I’ll listen. Let’s sit down and-” his nose wrinkled “hang on, sorry Alice.” Denis looked around. “Do you smell that? I gotta call that damn landlord. I told him about the plumbing issues a million times, but everytime he ‘fixes’ it, the toilet backs up again a week later.” He sighed, “I’m sorry, let’s go talk, okay?” It had been two years since the last time Alice had a diaper leak; she was proud of this. It almost made her feel like a big girl, almost. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the wine that had so quickly made its way to her bladder lazily rolled down her thighs as piss and began soaking into the denim of her overalls. “Uh-oh,” her mind raced as she saw the realization wash across his face. Alice was petrified; she was peeing all over herself. She clenched her fists hard, trying with all her might to fight the words clawing their way out of her mouth. “I- I-,” she strained, urine now gushing down her legs and spreading out in a pool at her feet. “I had an accident, d-daddy.” Her face lit up crimson. It had been a long time since she had said those words; she had no choice. “Are you okay, Alice?!” Denis held the back of his hand up to her forehead “Are you sick?” “I had an accident, daddy.” Alice pouted, her mind becoming cloudy. She battled against it, but could tell she was loosing. The doctor really knew what he was doing. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Denis said, still very worried about his friend. He took her hand and started back toward the bathroom, but Alice remained in place. He to her, “Come with me, baby.” At his word, she obeyed. It felt so natural to take commands. Alice desperately wanted to change into a clean diaper, but whenever she considered doing it her arms felt very weak, and her hands would not obey. She was soothed by Denis’s presence, and it felt so nice to be led by the hand. They came to a stop in the bathroom, and he closed the door, sitting her down on the toilet. Alice swooned as she felt the warm mess mush into her ass, and purred. Denis knelt down, looking at her. “Alice?” He gently put a finger under her chin, and directed her gaze to himself. “Can you hear me, Alice? Can you lift your arms all the way up? Smile for me?” She obeyed, giggling as she thrust her arms into the air and smiled for him. She felt so safe with him. “Hi hi, Denis!” She bounced on her seat, enjoying every warm, lovely moment of it. “Hi,” he chuckled back. “Listen, you really have me worried. Please tell me why you’re acting like this.” “I had an accident, daddy.” “I know, cutie. What happened? Did you have too much wine? If that’s what all this is about then it’s okay. Trust me, I’ve been pretty drunk before and it’s easy to not realize how much you have to go.” Alice shook her head, grinning and thinking about how nice it was to be talking to Denis like this; just the two of them. “No, I jus’ can’t hold it.” “What do you mean, baby? You mean when you drink?” “No, Deny,” she giggled. “I can’t ever.” “You mean you’re incontinent?” Alice nodded, and tugged on Denis’s shirt. “Can we go cuddle pwease?” He picked up her hand and held it. He was genuinely confused. There was no way he could have missed something like that. Right? He thought to himself. Even so, being incontinent didn’t explain her behavior. He wanted to believe it was just the wine, but he couldn’t kid himself. She had only drank three glasses; lightweight or not, it’s not an amount people get piss drunk on. Plus, there was this look in her eyes, the same spark he would see just before bed when they would hold each other and share their thoughts. It was a look of honesty, connection, humility; it was Alice. “How can you be incontinent?” She shrugged. “I jus’ can’t hold it.” “No, baby, I mean if you’re incontinent then why don’t you have accidents all the time?” “Ohhhh!” Alice giggled. “My diape holds it.” “Your diaper?” “Mhmmm. This one can’t hold anymore though,” she looked down at the massive wet patch down both legs. “I’m sowwy I had an accident an’ made a mess.” The more rational part of the woman’s mind was dreamily watching through a thick, pink fog. Some part of her knew exactly what was happening, knew that it would go away on its own in a few hours, unless- I can’t ask Denis to do that! He probably already wants to run away, her adult mind sleepily muttered. Alice knew, however, that if she didn’t snap out of it soon, the poor girl may lose precious time explain before she did even more damage to her image being subbed out and regressed around Denis for the rest of the night. She bit the bullet, but found it felt so nice to ask, “will you pwease change me, Deny?” She looked at him yet again with the earnestness in her gaze. “I can’t do it on my own.” She tried lifting her arms to get to the buttons on her overalls, but they sat limply beside her. “Pwease?” “You need me to?” He looked at her with genuine caring. Denis was bewildered at the sequence of events that led him to this moment, but he knew that she needed him. Deep down, he knew that he would want her help too if the roles were reversed. “Mhmm,” she nodded. “Do you have any, uh- unused ones?” “In my backpack,” she grinned. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Alice kissed him on the cheek. Denis went and retrieved the bag, finally getting to peer into its contents. She always carried it with her. He retrieved a big, fluffy diaper. The man laid a towel out on the floor, and guided Alice down onto her back. He put on gloves, and went to work. After he had the used padding disposed of, and helped her shower off, of course being respectful and only looking at what needed cleaning. He was by no means an expert, but he remembered enough from his home economics class in high school to get Alice taped back up in a protective diaper; he even remembered to use vaseline and baby powder, both of which made Alice a very happy girl. He threw her clothes in the wash, and dressed her in a pair of his sweatpants and a bright yellow t-shirt, it was the only colorful shirt he had. Almost an hour later, he led her to his bedroom, and laid her down, tucking her in and making sure she was comfortable. Denis finally broke the silence. “Are you feeling okay?” “Y-yes I am, Deny- uh, Denis. Thank you.” Her voice was more even now, that familiar soft, sweet whisper was back. “Yeah, you’re starting to sound a bit more coherent.” Her mind became more and more clear with each moment. Now for the hard part; it was time for the truth. “Denis? I have to tell you something.” Her voice was vulnerable. “It’s okay that you’re incontinent, Alice. It doesn’t bother me.” Alice looked at him, “It’s more than that. Look at me, Denis. If I tell you my story, just do me one thing?” “Sure, Alice.” “Just promise you won’t ask me to leave until I get to the end, okay? Then you can do whatever you want. I just- It’s very personal.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her timid face. “I’m right here, Alice. I’m listening.” She took a breath. “I want to tell you where I came from,” she paused. “Where Alice came from.” *** Four Years Earlier Zac’s alarm clock went off, and he sleepily reached out a dead hand and slapped the button on top. It was time to go to work, again. He hoped against all that his hard work at Markov’s Bioengineering would pay off, and the young man could go from his internship there to a full time position; maybe even study under Markov himself. He sighed, pulling himself out of bed, and wandering toward the bathroom. He planted his hand against the wall and emptied his bladder into the toilet. After he was done with his morning routine, he walked out into his apartment, now more awake. Zac unplugged his phone from the charger, and scrolled through his notifications as the coffee percolated to his left. He stood at six foot five, with light blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a youthful face, fitting for his age of twenty-one years. His mentality betrayed his young age, however, and he was well regarded as a polite, responsible and sharp witted young man. Having graduated highschool two years early, and already earned a bachelors in biomedical technology left little to dispute in the way of his matured mind. He often thought back to his childhood years, and remarked to himself that he always had his eyes glued to a book, or copying anatomical drawings from grey’s anatomy. Zac still remembered the day he knew he wanted to help people be better than their body would allow. His younger brother had broken his arm, and Zac had never been so afraid for the little snot. He clung to his mother in the waiting room of the ER, and wouldn’t stop crying until the doctor agreed to let him back to check on Henry. The boy had arrived just in time to see a nurse wrapping the last of the wet plaster wrap around his brother’s arm, and was so relieved to see that he would be okay. As his mother liked to recount, despite being only eight years old, Zac had walked up to the nurse and thanked her for fixing his brother. “I wanna help people like you when I grow up.” That’s when I knew my little boy would grow up to be a doctor, he could still hear her voice in his mind. I should call her, he thought to himself. He continued to scroll until an email made his heart stop; the from line read Markov. Zac hurried down the street, suitcase in hand, papers of research in another. The email instructed him to report to Markov’s office as soon as he got to work. He couldn’t stop grinning, he was sure that he would be promoted. One thing, however, kept bothering him. Zac was also instructed to bring two changes of clothes, toiletries, the works. The only thing he could think of was that he was being sent abroad to work at one of MBE’s satellite locations. This turned his knuckles white with anticipation. Ancillary sites were traditionally were Alexi Marov did his most riveting work, where there was peace and quiet. Regardless of the unknowns, Zac complied with every instruction to the letter, and soon found himself in the elevator of MBE, ascending to the top floor. The door dinged, and opened to a nicely furnished lobby. Zac had only been as far up as the labs on the fifteenth floor. A beautiful woman stood up from behind her desk, and almost seemed to waddle over to him. He didn’t want to be rude, so he tried his best not to notice her odd gait, assuming she perhaps had clubbed feet, or scoliosis. “Welcome to Dr. Markov’s office. I’ll let him know you’re here, Zac. Why don’t you take a seat.” “Oh, um. Thank you,” he replied awkwardly. Despite his advanced intellect, Zac was not dissimilar in some respects to most men his age. He tried his best, but couldn’t keep his eyes from scanning her figure up and down. Luckily, his excitement was quelled by an odor that lingered in the air after the assistant returned to her desk. I guess even pretty ladies fart, he chuckled inwardly. Ten minutes later, a tone sounded from behind the receptionist’s desk. “You may enter Dr. Markov’s office now,” she smiled to him. “Thank you, uh-” “My name is Ms.Darcy,” she returned. “Thank’s Darcy.” Zac’s hand shook as he reached for the door’s handle, and he steeled himself before turning it, and entering. There he was. Markov sat behind his large oak desk. When standing, he was just as tall as Zac, but leaner and not as muscular. His real strength was his mind, and everyone knew and revered it. “Hello, Dr. Markov. You wanted to see me?” “Yes, Come in and please close the door behind you.” Zac obeyed, pulling the door shut and walking up to the doctor’s desk. “Take a seat, Zac.” The doctor watched steadily as the young man nervously lowered himself into the seat. “You know, I run a very big company.” “Oh, I know sir. I know all about your company?” “Is that so?” Shit, Zac cursed himself. “I mean, uh- not as much as the guy who owns it, obviously. I just meant, well, I’ve read all your biographies, followed your career since I was ten. Respectfully, doctor, you’re brilliant.” Markov chuckled, thinking to himself that he had indeed made a good choice in the young man. He was eager to please; this would make the transformation all the easier to carry out. Zac wasn’t strong willed like Darcy had been. Still, despite this, Markov was little else than successful with Darcy. Zac was simply there to help him tweak his formula, or so Markov told himself. “Thank you, son. We have something in common then, because I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while too. You’ve made quite the impression down in the lab; no easy feat for one employee to stand out among thousands.” “Th-thank you sir! That means more than you know!” Zac had trouble containing his excitement. He couldn’t help it; it was finally happening. All his hard work was paying off. “Listen to me now,” Markov uttered, his voice growing serious. “I need someone to help me fine tune a little project I have been working on. It’s a passion project of mine, you see. You fit the bill, Zac. What do you say?” “Absolutely!” Markov smiled, “wonderful. Did you bring what was asked of you?” Zac raised his suitcase, “right here, Dr. Markov.” “Perfect.” Markov continued to stare for a beat, and suddenly Zac got this horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. His nose wrinkled up. There’s that smell again, he thought to himself. “So, when do we leave for-” A rag soaked in chloroform was pressed firmly against his nose and mouth, and Zac quickly lost consciousness. The last sound in his ears was the voice of the doctor, Perfect… well done Darcy… good girl… *** Alice remembered very little from before the transformation, as she explained to Denis throughout her chronicling. She could recall her old job, that she had gone to college to study… something. Most of it was blank, and whenever she tried to dig back through her time before being Alice, all she could think of was Markov; to Alice, he would always be daddy. *** Zac awoke to the doctor’s voice crackling through an outdated P.A. system, a cold, metal slab firm against his back. “Welcome, Zac. We would like to thank you again for volunteering to help in my research.” “W-what?” He asked weakly, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the harsh sterile light shining down on his naked body. “Ah, yes. Disorientation is to be expected with the amount of sedatives you were given. You’ll have to forgive me, dear. As I’m sure you’ll understand shortly, it’s imperative that this facility remain a secret.” Zac could hear the clicking of heels getting louder as Darcy approached him. Had his mind been clear then, he probably would’ve gawked at the assistant. She wore nothing save for a large-volume, adult diaper. Darcy’s breasts were exposed, and she had a vacant, dreamy look on her face. “Don’ be scawed, silly! Daddy will take good care of you,” she giggled, and the hissing sound of piss swelling her diaper was loud enough for Zac to hear even in his dazed state. “Daddy?” he asked in a fog. “Catching on already, I see,” Markov’s voice crackled over once more. “Darcy here is assisting me with my research. You’ll have to forgive her ditzyness; her mind didn’t survive the procedure in tact, you see. That’s part of what you’re here to help me replicate.” Horror shot down Zac’s spine as some sharpness came back to his mind. He tried in vain to sit up, but found that he was restrained tightly. “L-let me go!” he thrashed against the leather cuffs once more but to no avail. “Now, now, Zac. We haven’t even gotten started yet. Don’t you still want to help me change the world?” “You’re fucking crazy!” He yelled in response. Zac could hear the doctor sigh over the loudspeaker. “Are you going to make this difficult?” “LET ME OUT!” Zac struggled hard against the restraints. His eyes were wide and belligerent. “Sigh. Darcy, be a good girl and put your new sister to sleep, okay cutie?” “What the fuck are you talking about?! Let me go!! LET M-” Zac felt a sharp pinch in his neck, and his muscles relaxed. Darcy stood over him, smiling giddily. “Did I do good, daddy?” Zac no struggled to even lift a finger, but his waking mind didn’t slip away entirely. His vision tunneled, and everything sounded like he had cotton stuck in his ears. Yes, Darcy. You’re a very good girl, Markov replied to his slave. Mmmm… does that mean you’ll change me now pwease? After we’re done helping your sister, I promise. Now, put her special princess mask on for her. She’s feeling a little sleepy right now. Zac could faintly feel Darcy pulling the rubber straps behind his ears, fixing an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. The receptionist giggled, Is she gonna be pertty wike me? A long hose was connected to the intake of the mask, winding its way across the floor of Markov’s sophisticated lab, and connecting to a strange machine comprised of several chambers, valves and canisters. That’s right, pumpkin! Kiss your sister for good luck. Darcy bent down, and sweetly kissed Zac’s forehead. It would be the last kiss Zac would ever receive. The doctor flipped a switch, and a pink cloud of gas began to work its way through the hose and into the young man. His chest heaved, and his heart raced. Whatever this stuff was, he was sure this was the end. He would die here on this table while Darcy drooled and filled her diaper. “Ahhhh!” Zac cried out in pain as his bones began to shrink. His jawline grew softer as his stature was reduced from his comfortable six foot five to under five feet. He moaned, his nipples growing sensitive and engorged, riding atop two mounds quickly developing into perky, B-cup breasts. He mustered all of his will, but still couldn’t manage to move any part of his body save for his mouth. Darcy, Markov called over the P.A. turn up the feed, sweetie. You’re sister needs a little more princess gas. Yes, daddy. Darcy complied, and to Zac’s horror he could feel his genitals begin to shrivel, decreasing in size so rapidly that after five minutes of his muffled screaming, it was gone. This was when Zac lost consciousness. *** Alice remembered those first few days well; she could not walk on her own. The poor girl had to get used to her new body, and in those early few months, Zac’s voice was still very loud in her mind, rebelling, fighting. Alice shook as she continued to recount the story to Denis for fear that he may tell her to leave and never come back at any moment, but he was a man of his word, and continued to listen patiently, with empathy. “At first, I thought it was all a bad dream,” her sweet voice carried on. *** Several days passed before Markov finally made an appearance. Up until that point, it was Darcy who had fed her broth, and cleaned up after her when she couldn’t get up to use the toilet in the corner of her prison. At first, she thought it was all a bad dream. When she first awoke, her eyes weakly scanned the room Alice found herself in. She was fenced into the corner by what appeared to be a massive, green playpen. Large wooden blocks with letters and numbers stamped onto the side adorned the chamber, as well as many oversized stuffed animals, and taking up one wall of her pin was a giant mirror. As days went by, Alice gained the courage to look at her new body more and more. She was beautiful. She was sure that she would be stuck in that place for the rest of her life, only having the receptionist to look after her. That all changed one day as Darcy was tending to her. “Daddy says it’s a good sign that you’re pottying on yourself. Daddy says that it means the tra-trasnfomashun went very well. Smile, Awice! Daddy says you’re doing good!” Darcy babbled as she wiped her sissy’s legs down with a warm washcloth. “That’s not my fucking name!” It was the first thing she had strength to utter since the nightmare in the lab. “Now, that’s a very naughty girl!” Markov’s voice sounded, and the mirror turned transparent, revealing an observation room. He had clearly been watching her slowly gain her strength back. “There’s no need for language like that, little lady!” “What the fuck did you do to me, Markov?!” Alice shouted. Her voice sounded soft, and oddly high pitched as it escaped her now full, cupid bow lips. The doctor cleared his throat. “It’s clear we should have started your conditioning much earlier with that kind of attitude, but I tried to be nice and give you a week to recover.” Has it really only been a week, she thought to herself, frantic. “P-please just let me go. I w-won’t tell anyone!” “Awww, Alice. That hurts me. I think that if you really give this a chance, you’ll find that you feel right at home with sissy and daddy.” She began crying; Alice feared that she would never be the same again, that she would forever remain the prisoner of this mad doctor. “Don’t cry, baby. Alice?” “THAT’S NOT MY FUCKING NAME!” “Zac!” Markov yelled. This got her attention, but shook her in the way that her name sounded forien. “Listen, you have my word that if you cooperate, I will turn you back to normal and set you free, okay? Can you be a good girl until then?” Her eyes stung with tears, and Alice’s mind raced as she considered her options. “Well?” “Y-yes…” her soft voice trailed off. “Yes, who?” “Yes, d-daddy.” “Good girl, now open your mouth.” “Why?” “Open your mouth,” the doctor’s face and voice were stern. Alice obeyed, starting to see that her only way out was by playing his game. Darcy walked up, placing a violet and white pill gently on her tongue. “Now, swallow. Good girl.” *** “I still don’t know what was in those pills, but I can tell you what they did,” Alice said to Denis, seeing the confusion on his face. “They made me daddy’s obedient little girl.” She propped herself up on her elbow and looked away from his eyes. “These next couple parts are embarrassing to admit, so I won’t look at you while I say them. I’m sorry, Denis, but you deserve to know the truth. This is the only way I can bring myself to talk about it.” Alice reached over and grabbed his hand. “It wasn’t until three weeks later that I figured out his plans for me.” *** Sometimes even after she was free from that place, Alice thought about how nice it would be to have another one of daddy’s magic pills. The first time she swallowed one, it hit her almost immediately. A light, warm fuzziness which hugged her mind like a big teddy bear. Markov smiled when he first saw the giddy, vacant look on her face. “I isolated the component that caused Darcy’s, well, let’s call it persistent silliness, from the compound you received before it was administered. I had a hunch about this compound. God it feels good to be right,” he chuckled to himself. “Anyway, you need not worry. It’s affects are, as far as I can tell from its structure, temporary. It’ll last for a few hours; that’s all I’ll require.” “Yes, daddy.” she giggled. Alice’s memories from when she would take a pill for the first couple weeks were unrecallable. All she could make out looking back was the warmest, fuzziest feeling and even thinking about it would make her giddy. It didn’t take Alice long to develop a liking for whatever Markov was giving her; it was a welcome reprieve from her situation. It wasn’t long after this period of time that Alice happily swallowed down her dose, but this time she would remember everything. *** “He never did anything sexual to me, he wasn’t like that. I know it sounds converse, but there were good times with daddy. The first time I remembered our training session, I became addicted to it.” Denis gave no response other than his expression, one of compassionate listening. He really liked Alice, and she deserved to be heard out, though he did have a million questions. “It’s hard to describe,” she went on. “Nothing felt better than obeying daddy, no matter what I was told to do.” Alice closed her eyes. “That included pissing and shitting myself. Daddy… M-Markov wanted what he called ‘the ideal, obedient diaper girl’ and, well, he got his wish. ” *** During their sessions, Markov, in addition to slowly whittling away at her control over her bladder and bowels, went to work conditioning her pliable mind while she was on the pill. Streaks of violet had begun to present in her irises, a sign that his tweaks to the formula were working as planned. Alice’s hair had also turned a beautiful, silvery white; it was an unexpected, but welcome side effect. Alice sat on her training potty, wearing a romper over an already very full diaper. Her eyes were glue to a monitor, broadcasting a million suggestions in the form of static into her gaze. “What are you learning, sweetie?” She swooned as she felt shit start to pile up in the back of her diaper, “Dat I can’t change my own diapee. My arms just won’t work.” “Good girl! Daddy is very happy with you, Alice. How do you feel?” “I feel fuzzy an’ silly,” she giggled. “What makes you feel that way?” “Mmmmm, the candy you give me?” “What else, pumpkin?” “Ohhh! When my diapee leaks hehe.” It was true, Markov had doctored the molecule to gradually build up in her system. Combined with certain cues which were implanted via hypnosis while under the affect of the substance, the doctor found a way to tie her regression to different triggers. Markov had gotten the conditioning down to a science. He watched as Alice illustrated his work, pissing her diaper past capacity. “I had an accident, daddy.” She pouted. Soon her once blue eyes were overtaken with a deep violet, and just as the doctor had intended, Alice was rendered permanently diaper dependent. She had been there just shy of two years, all the while being conditioned by her daddy. Even though she wet and messed without any control, Markov still delighted in making her shit herself with a single glance. It was a cue he had programmed in. The doctor would take shifts with Darcy, one of the two always being on watch, and tending to Alice when she needed a change, which was often. Night after night she spent her time happily soiling herself, seemingly conquered by the mad doctor; that was, until she was rescued. *** “The details aren’t very clear. I was kept deeply regressed almost constantly; even now, I’m still a little bit little all the time, but nothing compared to how deep I went under daddy’s care. I’m really happy I escaped and got to meet you, but sometimes I miss going under like that. It’s just not safe for me to do it alone.” Alice looked back up to look back into his eyes, and he gently smiled back at her. “It was Darcy that saved me. In all my time there I figured she was just as sillied out as I was, if not more. Apparently the doctor hadn’t got the math quite right on her ‘persistent silliness’. Darcy had been fully lucid for a month, acting the part flawlessly until she made her move. She waited until D-Markov was asleep, and synthesized an antagonist to the regression molecule. All it took was one shot, and I was back. Darcy motioned for me to stay quiet, and so I did. I followed her into his chamber, and watched her inject him with a sedative. I didn’t stick around to find out what became of Markov, but my guess is that he’s somewhere under her control.” “I took me a while to learn how to cope with my new… condition. I had to go buy my own diapers, had to get a job, and tried to put it all behind me. I kept going by Alice, my old name just didn’t feel right anymore. I kept a journal of everything that would trigger my regression; that’s when I learned that leaking could cause it and I had been very careful about when I would change myself up until tonight. You see, only the deeply ingrained suggestions still hold if I’m not kept deeply little, so I can usually manage to clean up after myself, but you can imagine that springing a leak can easily become a runaway cycle. Thank you for changing me by the way. Okay,” she took a deep breath. “That’s my story. That’s where Alice comes from.” Denis kissed her passionately. He felt so lucky to know her, and to get to have so much of her trust after others had treated her so poorly. He climbed on top of her, kissing her neck, and rubbing the front of her diaper which was already warm to the touch. Denis pulled her sweatpants off, and she giggled, happier than anything that he still liked her. He pulled the padding to the side, and slid into her, piss leaking out of her and trickling warmly over his cock. Alice moaned in delight despite beginning to shit herself as Denis put his weight into her. After they made love, Denis gave his cutie a change, and put her to bed. He kissed her forehead gently, “I’m right here, baby. I’ll protect you.” Alice smiled and fell asleep.
  4. Writer's block is a weird thing. On one hand you can't come up with anything meaningful to put down on paper - physical or virtual - but on the other hand it forces your mind to stray and come up with new, sometimes different, ideas. Some of those are really intriguing and end up becoming their own stories. Well, I have an unfinished story on this site and it's been close to a year since I did anything with it. I cannot for the life of me figure out what to do next, and until I do I still want to write. So, in a patch of boredom and inspiration, I've decided to write something else instead! This is intended to be a longer story, so expect parts to come in batches when time permits. It's gonna have lots of diapers and peeing (an outlandish claim for this forum, I know!), and lots of similarly-themed materiel, but the focus is not necessarily on these aspects. Forewarning - if you just want wetting and embarrassment there's a lot to chew through between those parts, but there will be several in every "chapter", guaranteed or your money back. So without further ado, prepare yourself for the sci-fi adventure of a padded lifetime, a look into the mysterious ways of the greatest warriors on Earth (and their obsessive drive that leads to a most curious of unintentional results)! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER I - The Girls Are Training Naomi's mouth was drier than the deserts beyond the palace, but the same could not be said for her attire. Sweat had been dripping down her sides for what felt like hours as she continued running laps, over and over and over again, and her drenched exercise pants clung to her thighs for dear life. The sun beat down mercilessly, but she still felt a keen kinship with it - it was still kinder to her than Instructor Thembeka. "Naomi!" her teacher snapped angrily from a few hundred yards away. "The King needs his Knights; step it up!" "I serve-" Naomi exhaled. She knew in her heart it wouldn't be heard that far away, and taking as deep a breath as her lungs would allow she forced a shout. "I serve!" She forced her legs to keep running. They felt like they were on fire but she knew they'd be in far more pain if she dared to stop. The Flowering Knights had a godly reputation to uphold and naught but the grandest of efforts would even begin to satisfy its instructors. Until Naomi collapsed she would be in danger. A tingle of anticipation flowed through her veins. She loved that feeling of danger, of pushing her body too far. It was glorious, a struggle! Palesa always sneered at this and called her an endorphin junkie, but Naomi didn't care what the other trainee thought. The Flowering Knights wanted her best? She'd give it to them. At the jumbling of her own footfalls, the girl was reminded of the pressure on her bladder, but immediately shoved this thought aside. As an aspirant Flowering Knight she had one duty: to protect the King and his people, in that order. All else was secondary. That included potty training. Years ago, when a much younger Naomi walked the Earth... Naomi was just a schoolgirl when her first day in the Flowering Knights trainee program began. Her mother was one of the best of these godly individuals, renowned throughout the land as the King's favored Knight - his One-Eyed Bulldog. That made a lot to live up to, even as a young child, but Naomi liked a challenge. There was no one that did not know the name of the Flowering Knights - men feared them, women adored them and the King championed them, but only the greatest of women could join their ranks. For a girl like Naomi there wasn't even a hint of hesitation at being forced by her mother to go for it. Decision or not, she was excited and ready to go. Many people lived their lives searching for meaning, but the Flowering Knights were meaning. Icons, every one! Standing in the gymnasium were the other trainees, girls of similar age but none of whom Naomi was familiar with. None of them looked like much special, just your usual schoolgirls from around the kingdom. She felt the sneering glares from several others, most likely at the fluffy ears atop her head. Naomi had been born with the blessing of Samesmelting, melded with the spirit of a wild creature. Supposedly it would grant her wisdom and strength beyond the limits of her human body, and in exchange the appearance of its features upon her. It wasn't necessarily uncommon, but it still drew the stares of enough people to make anyone feel embarrassed. Naomi was. She felt her fox ears fold back in shame, looking away. She didn't want to make any enemies before her first lesson had even begun, but it was almost unavoidable at this point - the people would do it for her. "Hey fox ears!" one of them sauntered up to her. "Got a name?" "Naomi," came the whispered reply. She was shy, and unfortunately knew where this was going. The loudmouthed girl looked her up and down. "Eww. Can't believe they let you in here without a leash." A pair of students nearby started snickering to themselves, covering their mouths and looking away. Naomi's face flushed crimson. It wasn't the first time she'd heard that kind of taunting but she'd never gotten used to it. A harsh response formed in her mouth but she held it back: confrontation would certainly get her in trouble. Her mother had warned her before the day started: Don't get on the bad side of your teachers, Naomi, the One-Eyed Bulldog had warned. Your peers can hate you all they want, but so long as you stay in the good graces of your instructors you'll be fine. "I'll be fine," Naomi mumbled halfheartedly. It gave her some small semblance of comfort, even in a time such as this. "What was that?!" the bully snapped. She seized Naomi by the shoulders and shook her back and forth. "You? Fine? How about the rest of us? No one said they'd be letting in some animal! You're probably not even house-trained!" A booming voice tore through the room, echoing off the walls. "Trainees, stand!" Every girl immediately froze in place, turning to face the new arrival. It was a rather buff woman, bearing the ornate dress of the Flowering Knights. A lapel pin indicated her as an instructor, and once this was realized the students formed a single-file line. The instructor approached, folding her hands behind her back and pacing up and down the line. "Hmm...I want to say you're a sorry-looking bunch and you'll never make it. That's what my teacher told me when I wore your shoes, but here I am. That alone should be proof that your road can be tread, be it paved with broken glass!" There was a slight pause while this sunk in. "This will hurt, a lot, but you can succeed. I will make sure of it! Every single one of you can become a Flowering Knight." The woman spun suddenly and barked out, "My name is Thombeka! I am your instructor and you will refer to me as such! Now then, who among you knows the creed of the FW?" No one rose their hand and an uncomfortable silence formed. Thombeka's eyes narrowed and looked back and forth for someone to call out, and all at once she pointed. "You! Name!" A girl nearby squeaked in surprise. "Imka!" Thombeka huffed. "Alright Imka, good on you for volunteering. Now then, what is your new creed?" Imka stuttered, starting to say something unintelligible. In that moment, Naomi felt an overwhelming need to act, and she felt herself speaking with newfound confidence: "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" There was an audible swish as Thombeka's head swiveled over. The woman peered and approached with outlandish footsteps until she stood directly over Naomi. "Hmm...name." "Naomi," her confidence vanished. She felt a very small trickle of warmth in her underwear as she leaked, barely catching herself. Her entire body shivered in anticipation, realizing that she had potentially interrupted one of the most important women in all the land. "Ahhhhh," the instructor exhaled, slowly transforming into a chuckle of her own. "The daughter of OEB. I should have figured that the One-Eyed Bulldog would bring up a girl with audacity. Runs in her blood!" Thombeka's grizzled face relaxed as she looked over the rest of the students. "All of you, say it!" "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" The chorus was chaotic and pathetic, and Naomi's ears winced at hearing it. "Together!" Thombeka barked. It took a few more tries, but finally all the girls said it together. "We serve the King, and the people of his country!" Thombeka clapped her hands once. "Better. Make no mistake - you are now a team, part of the sisterhood second in all the land only to the King himself. If you want to uphold that creed then you will work together. You do not have to like one another to do it." The instructor started chuckling sardonically at this. "And until your actions and words endanger your creed, none of your instructors will stop you." Someone raised their hand. Thombeka pointed her out. "Name." "Palesa, Ma'am," came the reply. Naomi didn't need to look to know that voice - the bully that had called her out earlier. She felt her lips purse in frustration. If this was about her Samesmelting... Thombeka folded her arms. "Okay, Palesa - what is your question?" "I need to use the toilet. May I go?" The girl's voice had grown significantly sweeter compared to the exchange with Naomi earlier. "No," Thombeka replied without missing a beat. "You're in training right now." When the student looked confused and horrified, Thombeka sighed in irritation. "Your creed is to protect the King and then his people, in that order. Everything else is of secondary consideration." Palesa stammered. "What does-" "That means," the instructor cut her off. "That your training as an aspirant Flowering Knight is the most important part of your life for the foreseeable future. Training, training! You must become strong like a lion, faster than the wind and sweet as honey! These things will make you an FW and ensure you can uphold your promise to your king!" The woman leaned in closer, a hardened look on her face. "I will make sure you are able to do so. It's my duty now to train the next Flowering Knights and ensure our creed will continue!" She pointed accusingly at Palesa. "Your King is in danger right this moment! Will the enemy wait for you to take a tinkle and calm your embarrassment?" Palesa didn't answer at first, but a glower from Thombeka fixed that. "My duty is to protect the King!" "Correct! So you will ignore the protestations of your body - if you are sore, you will persevere. If you are tired, you will force yourself to continue. If you have to pee, you will hold it or you will go - I do not care, and neither does anyone in the Flowering Knights. But, you will never stop in your promise. Is that clear?" There was dead silence in the room. Naomi heard her heart beating in her eardrums. The truth was, she'd already been exposed to this type of lifestyle, at least partially, by her mother. She'd never fully been potty trained herself, much to her embarrassment. She was usually fine with the flaw but she was certain the other girls would make her life hell for it. Her mother had insisted it was a problem that would solve itself. Naomi didn't believe that in the moment - it sounded more like everyone else would be forced to share her problem instead. Palesa's voice sounded pale, almost sick to her stomach. "I...yes Ma'am." There was a sharp inhale from Thombeka. "There's no place for humiliation and embarrassment if you want to succeed on the field of battle. The sooner its beaten out of your system, the better. If you're worried about making a mess on the floor, then I commend your sense of cleanliness. Ask any of your instructors for help - you're more than welcome to wear diapers if you so choose." Again, silence. Taking that as no-further-questions, Thombeka continued. "Now then - let's start off simple. Jumping jacks, begin!" The instructor immediately started in with the exercise, and without any further input the girls began to follow suit. Oh, that was a mistake. The PT didn't just start, it never stopped - Thombeka kept going, and going, and going and going and going. Soon the trainees were huffing and puffing, gasping for breath and flapping their arms with exhaustion. After countless minutes, Thombeka stopped. "Alright, sit ups. Find a partner and begin. I'll let you know when you're allowed to stop and switch. We start in sixty seconds." The girls did their best to scatter, too tired to debate and be choosy. Somehow still, most found a way to acquire a sit-ups partner before Naomi could ask. Soon it looked like it was down to just her and Palesa. She was about to consign herself to this defeat when someone gently fluffed her foxy ears from behind. "I need a partner still..." someone said meekly. Not recognizing the voice, Naomi turned her head and met herself eye-to-eye with Imka. Feeling a flood of relief, Naomi bobbed her head up and down in agreement. The two assumed the position. Imka offered to start, which Naomi was only too happy to allow. Her limbs still burned, and any chance to rest was welcome, even if that meant keeping her potential friend stabilized so she could sit up and down repeatedly. Small effort was preferable to exhaustive effort. Imka whispered. "Hey, thanks for speaking up for me back there." It took Naomi a moment to realize what the girl meant. "Yeah, anytime!" She did her best to smile, but felt awkward in so doing. There was a gruff noise from nearby: the instructor. "Speak freely amongst yourselves, girls: your attempts to hide your words irritates my ears. You will know when I demand your silence." The two girls looked at one another before giggling a bit. It wasn't much, but it was the start of a friendship, and that was good enough for Naomi. Finally, she had one person that seemed decent she could rely on. It was just under ten minutes later before they were given the go-ahead to switch. Imka was breathing heavily and delighted to have an opportunity to tag out. Soon Naomi found herself crunching. She tried to focus and steady her breathing, synchronizing with her ups and downs until she settled in on a rhythm. Music was a pattern of life and it would help her here. If the last jaunt was any indication it would be at least five or ten minutes until she could catch a break. Thirteen minutes after, Naomi began to realize the importance of volunteering to go first, even when exhausted. She sucked air through her teeth, noticeably slower than before, as the droning lecture of her instructor continued. "You can go slower if that's all you can do, but you will not stop. Not yet!" As Naomi crashed onto her back once more she heard a trickling sound from her left, and one of her ears twisted on instinct to get a better listen. It sounded like water being poured nearby, but she remembered her predicament and sat back up instead of focusing. Getting singled out by Thombeka would- "Eek!" someone to her left yelped, and there was a scuffling noise. The instructor was on them in a moment as everyone sat up to look. Palesa lay on her back, doing her best to cover her shorts with both hands as a small puddle slowly spread out from under her. The poor girl's exercise partner was on her rear, scooting backwards to outrun the wet danger. Thombeka roared: "Name!" "Palesa!" "Noxolo!" The instructor but her hands to her hips. "Why did you stop?" When no one answered, she continued. "Oh no, your comrade wet herself and your shins might get dampened. The King is in danger and you swore to protect him! What do you do?!" "We serve the King," both girls replied shakily, and Noxolo returned to her partner's side. Soon they were all back to doing situps like nothing had happened, and every girl present began to fully understand that magnitude of what their oath not only meant, but what it meant to take it. Hours later they were finally allowed to cease exercises for the day. Naomi's entire body was cramped and protesting any movement, and all her peers were too tired to argue, poke fun or commit any form of jesting beyond necessary verbal exchange. They were physically removed of all energy over the course of an afternoon, of such intensity there was not a single girl that survived the initiation with dry pants - endless PT combined with the necessity of hydration was a simple equation that led to the same point every time. Naomi had fallen victim during a sprint. She'd won the race, but left a trail of shame behind her, and part of her fluffy tail had gotten damp along with it. Mercifully, everyone was too tired to jeer even by that point, and no one else fared any better. By the time they'd retired to the communal barracks they were all in the same boat - sweaty, panting and stinking of wet pants. No one spoke as they showered off and switched to proper uniforms - knee-high skirts and long blouses - before sauntering off to the dining hall. The meal prepared was bountiful, served by FW's sporting flowing maid's dresses that bowed courteously at every turn. Fried pork, steamed vegetables, ice-cold milk and more! It was a veritable feast that washed away all the pain of the day's efforts, and by the time it was over the girls were seemingly back to normal, and chatted amongst themselves in high spirits, delighted at the turn of events. Even through the friendly surprise, Naomi began to see cliques forming, something her mother had also warned her about. Imka was thus far the only one that had opened up to Naomi, and she considered the softspoken girl to be a true friend. At least so far. Palesa was shaping up to be the most problematic element, and watching the bully girl's charisma at work filled Naomi with uncertainty and concern for the coming days. Unfortunately, being the first to have a potty accident hadn't done as much damage to Palesa's image as Naomi had hoped. It wasn't helping, but all the girls were in the same place - peeing your pants was no longer just an action of shame. It was a promise. The hours went by as the next phase of their day came and went. Book studies on a variety of subjects, including history, tactics, literature of heroes long since passed and a deeper understanding of the country and its people. Some of the girls started to doze off and were rewarded with a stern snap from instructor Nobantu. The older woman was of much more agreeable manner than Thombeka, but the slightest hint of disinterest in her teaching would set her off like a firecracker. As such, Naomi rapidly learned not to let her mind wander. She only fell asleep once during the whole stint, giving herself a nosebleed when her face smacked into her desk. Cleverly, she passed this off as an effort to keep herself awake, which the teacher seemed to accept. The only further distraction was the fidgeting of a student at her desk here and there, and with blessed hearing Naomi was able to hear the telltale hissing of her colleagues failing to hold on from time to time. Every time it happened her face reddened, knowing that it could just as easily be her. By the time they were done they were uninterested in the allotted one hour of personal time. Unsurprisingly, most simply went to their beds and collapsed. However, for Naomi, there was something important to be done. She perused the halls, walking around the long and grandiose architecture before finding the library. "You're up late," Nobantu's genteel voice spooked her. Naomi's hair stood on end and she felt another small leak. The girl spun about and bowed. "I'm sorry, instructor. I just...had something I needed to ask." "Go on, then," the older woman nodded lightly. Just say it, Naomi. The King is in peril, and you must act, not hesitate. "I was just wondering if I could get something to wear for nighttime." Nobantu didn't respond, watching expectantly. Naomi tried again. "You know, for uhm..." Again, the instructor refused to acknowledge this. She looked on, waiting for a direct and proper response. It took a few more seconds and a hearty breath for Naomi to work up the courage to say it out loud. "I need to wear diapers at night so I do not wet the bed." "Better," Nobantu finally acknowledged the girl's request. "Was that so hard?" Naomi's ears flattened again. It was one thing to be denied access to the bathroom, it would be another to wake up in damp sheets, especially when all her peers would be sleeping in the same room. They were still learning about one another, and that particular situation was something she didn't want to be known for. Nobantu led the girl down the hallway and back the way she came. They entered the medical office, a deceptively spacious room stocked full of various medicines in shelves and lockboxes. In the far corner, beyond the cots and medical machinery the finest minds in the country could develop were a few closets. When Nobantu opened one, Naomi had to stifle a gasp. It was full of diapers, packages upon packages stocked as close to one another as possible. The instructor grabbed one and passed it to her nonchalantly. "There's ten there - not very absorbent, but they're slim and discrete, and fit like underwear - they'll keep you comforted and protected until the morning if you'd like." Naomi didn't wish to be disrespectful, but felt compelled to speak up. "I thank you, but I don't need all of these. Just one should suffi-" "You're not special: lots of trainees need or request them. Your call - none of the instructors care about your continence; only your capabilities." Nobantu turned about and started to leave. "The door's always open - help yourself or not." Naomi only needed a few seconds to mull her options over. Dutifully closing the cabinet, she clutched the package of diapers close to her chest and ran back to her room. The realization that anyone in the facility could walk into her carrying such a thing gave her renewed energy and purpose, if only for long enough to reach the safety of confinement. But safety was a strange word. Sure, Naomi was now removed from the instructors and staff of the Flowering Knights, but now she was in the proverbial lion's den that was her immediate peers. Several sideways glances appeared when she entered, but most looked away. Despite being partially covered by her arms they all knew damn well what the package was, what it was for and the leering potential that it would be them the next night, or the night after. Palesa had no reservations about capitalizing on this. "Of course you'd be the first one to give up," the girl sneered, and a few others joined in on the passive-aggressive taunting. Naomi hugged the package tighter and moved to her own bed, doing her best to ignore it. Lashing out wouldn't solve anything right now and she was too tired to get into it. "Lay off, Palesa," Imka mumbled from nearby. "You were the first to fall." Several girls harumphed in agreement and the bully backed down with a, "whatever", going back to reading her book. Naomi prayed a silent thanks to her friend's insistence. True to the instructor's word these were discrete. Shaped like panties but with extra padding, they were easy to slip into and hide underneath pants or a skirt or anything else. Naomi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a strange comfort from the soft padding that hugged her like a fluffy cloud. It was embarrassing, but so long as everyone else was embarrassed she decided she could deal with it. Soon the girl had forgotten all about her predicament, her training, the bullying and the friendship she'd begun, settling into the hazy lines of the book in her hands, drifting off to sleep at some time unknown. The present day... "Step it up!" Naomi hissed to herself, forcing her legs to pump harder and faster. She accelerated down the racetrack, feeling the wind whipping across her sweat-soaked body and pants as she now made a full and concerted effort. It was a glorious feeling, and for a few dozen meters more she forgot all about the pain in her body. She was strong and free, and that was what mattered. As Naomi crossed the finish line Thembeka blew a whistle. "That's enough! Naomi leads by two and a half laps. Take fifteen to hydrate and get ready for the next exercise." "We serve!" came the chorus from all over the track. Naomi slowed her breathing and bent down, forcing her heart to slow down as her hands made it atop her knees. Standing was important, and the stretching helped ease her aches, but in trade she felt a familiar warmth start to puddle in her padded underwear. Sighing, she let the feeling wash over her - she had done her best and she had won, and that was all that mattered. Anyone that thought otherwise was wrong and had lost. Having a soggy diaper was a small price to pay for victory.
  5. This story is going to go in a MDLB direction, but more by vibe and not actual ageplay. It is set in the universe of Endless Sky ( https://endless-sky.github.io/ ) some decades before the start of the game. May be a little rough, I'm pretty bad at editing. Also the diaperbcontent may take a little while for me to get to, FYI. Also, Endless Sky is awesome, and free. If you like space games, I recommend it. Just be careful as it's a little addictive. Note to mods: I'm not sure I got the tags right, feel free to correct. Protagonist is a male who'll be subbing to an older female w/o ageplay. thanks ************************* That had been the last fight Hank James would ever have with his mother. He couldn’t quite get a handle on his feelings… he was a cacophonous mix of angry and sad and relieved. She’d never seemed to understand that carrying on the family store was her idea, not his. And any time he’d ever strayed from the straight and narrow, she’d come down on him like a ton of bricks. But that was now a thing of the past. When he remembered that, the sadness and relief came to the fore. His shoulders relaxed a little as he walked. No more getting yelled at. No more ball of stress in his gut at the thought of going home. He had friends in the neighborhood that he'd miss. But they couldn't help with his mother, nothing would. This was his only option. As Hank passed a store window, he stopped for a moment to take in his reflection. He was a pretty scrawny kid, always had been. His brown hair was short and parted like it had been most of his life, and even to him, his eyes looked anxious. He wore the cotton button down shirt that he'd worn to go out shopping before his fight with his mother. A backpack hung from his shoulders, carrying a couple changes of clothes and his personal computer, just the things he'd stopped to grab after deciding to leave. His black pants were cotton too… all his pants were dark, a habit born of necessity. He looked up once again. The immense buildings that were the New Port towered above. He was almost there. The ground shook at the approach of a megafreighter on landing approach. Hank looked up and saw the Syndicate Bulk Freighter lumbering towards one of the big landing pads. Just another day at the New Port. Ships coming and going with no thought for the people below and their problems. But hopefully, he thought, someone up ahead would have a solution for his. A job, or a working berth. Anything to get off planet and beyond the reach of his mother. The businesses he was passing had become less suburban sprawl and more… spacer focused. There was a strip joint in his hometown, Hank knew. But he’d passed three in the last five minutes walking. Arcades and bars were mixed in with equipment stores. Some of the equipment he recognized… computers and clothes and the like. But there were things that looked like ship fittings and he didn’t know anything about them. Starship crew were growing thicker as Hank walked as well. They all looked very comfortable in the port… much more so than he felt. He could tell from the occasional double-take that he stood out like a sore thumb. But he couldn’t help that. With a familiarly sudden urgency, he realized that he needed a bathroom. Badly. He began looking around him, hoping for some sort of public bathroom, but he couldn’t see anything. His foot started tapping, and he started bouncing. In his sudden need, he looked at the building he had been passing. From the volume of the music, it was a bar… not his first choice for a bathroom, but it would have to do. He opened the door and stepped in. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. As they adjusted, he saw that a number of the patrons were watching him. Some with curiosity, some with amusement. He tried to stay calm and hide how badly he needed to pee as he walked to the bar. The bartender, a lady who didn’t look much older than Hank himself, was discussing the tap list with a rather imposing man who didn’t seem very happy about it. “-- was the whole reason I came here anyway. If you’re out of the Bantam porter, then I guess I’ll just have to settle for…” he paused to consider. Hank noticed that he was bouncing again and his legs were trying to cross. He decided to interrupt. “Excuse me, but do you have a, um, restroom I could use?” “Listen, you little brat, a man is talking, and I’m going to finish my order,” the man said. “I’m sorry, I just really need to–” “Shut up and let me order!” the man yelled. He turned to Hank and started to wind up to backhand him. Hank tried to back away but caught his foot in a barstool and fell back on his ass. He tried to scramble away but froze as he saw the man go for a laser pistol. Hank had never been in a fight, and had heard all kinds of stories about how dangerous spacers were. He couldn’t think, all he could see was the pistol starting to lift from its holster. He’d never been so scared. “Jeremy Blain! The boy’s not a threat!” a woman’s voice yelled from behind the man. Hank couldn’t see the woman who’d spoken. The man, Jeremy, started. His hand fell away from the gun and he started to turn around. Halfway around, he staggered as he ran into a monumental slap. “You and your stupid macho man temper! You’re always starting fights over nothing!” yelled a brown-haired woman. She was a full head shorter than Jeremy, but it was obvious that she was more than a match for him. She glared for a moment, then, more calmly but just as firmly, said, “Jeremy, you asked why I don’t want you around anymore. It’s shit like this. I was going to give you one more chance, but this is it. You don’t have a hold on that damn ego, and I’m done trying to keep it in check myself.” “Sarah, wait–” Jeremy began. Hank watched carefully from the floor as Jeremy deflated visibly. “No, Jeremy. I’m through with you. You're out of chances, but I’ll give you one last choice: you can leave this bar under your own power or I can kick your ass and chuck you through the door myself,” she said, steel in her voice and ice in her eyes. Somehow, Hank didn’t doubt that she could do exactly that, and it was clear that Jeremy felt the same way. Jeremy looked around the bar. Hank followed his eyes, and saw the same thing: the bar was clearly on the side of the woman. No one wanted to cross her, and no one was going to help Jeremy. Jeremy slumped. He spared one brief glare for Hank, then slouched off toward the door. The only sound in the bar was the music. Once the door closed behind Jeremy, Hank realized he’d been holding his breath, and let it out with a sigh of relief. Sarah looked at him, and he couldn’t quite read her expression. He knew he should say something, thank her for her help, but he was tongue-tied looking at her. She was a beautiful woman, with hard brown eyes and short, dark brown hair. She had a small smile on her full lips. She turned to the bartender. "I'd ask you to let this one use the bathroom, but it looks like that ship has already launched," she said, with clear amusement in her voice. The lady behind the bar glanced at Hank and then chuckled. It took Hank a moment to understand what Sarah had meant, then he looked down at the floor where he'd landed and saw a puddle. His hand shot to his crotch and he flushed as he felt the soaked fabric of his pants. A laugh went around the bar, and he flushed darker. The whole bar knew he'd gotten so scared he'd peed his pants, and there was nothing he could do about it. "Come on, kid. Get up," Sarah said to him, offering him a hand. Hank hesitated a moment, then took the hand and stood up. Her grip was firm and she easily supported his weight. As he straightened he realized he was actually a bit taller than the woman, but somehow it didn't seem that way when he looked her in the eye. "I--... Thank you," he managed as he released her hand. "No problem, kid," she replied. She paused a moment, looking Hank in the eyes with an appraising glance. Her eyes then flicked down to the straps of his backpack, on down to his sodden pants and down to his well worn shoes before returning to his eyes. She turned to the bartender. "I think it's time to close my tab, Amelia," she said, sliding over a credit chit. "Of course, Captain," replied the bartender. Hank looked at Sarah anew, realizing that this woman was a ship captain, with all the wealth and power that implied. Here he was hoping to earn a berth on a starship, and he'd gone and wet his pants in front of a woman who might actually have one. She snorted in amusement. "Never know who you'll meet at a spaceport, kid," she said. "Come with me, I can tell you've got a story. Least I can do is listen to it… owe you that much for reminding me what a jackass Jeremy is." ************* Thanks for reading. Comments welcome.
  6. With the flick of a switch, your terminal powers up. The machine comes to life with a low pitch hum that whispers in your ear. The screen flashes, bearing the familiar startup screen. A bright blue glow illuminates your dark room. “Beginning start-up process." Siren announces. "Location: Horizon, Hades VI. Current date: November 19th, 2234. Current time: 7:45am. Current external temperature: 25 degrees.” The camera fixed atop your terminal glances over you like a metal eye, whirring quietly. “Opening shutters.” Daylight begins to stream into your room as you hear the mechanical shutters opening behind you. It’s dawn, the cityscape is still dark, barely lit by the rising sun. “Please enter your passcode, user.” “Passcode: David eight one.” You speak clearly. “Passcode accepted. User: Amelie Rigton.” The voice of Siren, the virtual intelligence greets you with her robotic, yet polite voice. “Good morning, Administrator.” You yawn heavily, your eyes still heavy from lack of sleep. Your nerves had kept you awake for a good part of the night. Sleep felt impossible. You awoke earlier than you had hoped, barely dressed yourself in a pair of boxers and a vest, grabbed some coffee from the kitchen and decided it was best that you made sure everything was prepared for tonight. You take a sip from the cup, the bitter coffee perks you up mildly. “Open my files, Siren.” “What system are you wishing to access, Administrator?” You set down your morning coffee by the terminal and brush back the unkempt hair from your face. With heavy eyes you gaze into the illuminated screen. The brightness hurts your eyes. “Open file 1b1a.” The terminal beeps, acknowledging your request. “Understood, Administrator. Retrieving file 1b1a: Schematics of Mecha 3V. Pilot Name: Amelie Rigton. Sc...b...zzz…” The terminal begins to hiss, screeching static as the screen flashes a warning symbol. “Error. D-Data C-Corrupted. I am sorry, Administrator. A manual registration is necessary.” “I don’t have time for this.” You sigh wearily, shaking your head in frustration. Nothing could be done about it. “Very well.” You crack your knuckles and take a seat in front of the terminal. “Create folder. Name: 1b2a.” “Folder created. Name: 1b2a.” “Pull up the contenders list for the Horizon Clash: Amateur Division.” The computer whirs as Siren begins searching. Pages flash up on the screen, too quick for you to keep track, finally stopping on a single page full of names. “Horizon Clash: Amateur Division. Hosted by Trident Corporation. Event date: November 19th 2234. Location: New Trafford Arena, Horizon district center. Current Contender Count: 20.” “Find me my entry, Siren. Mecha name: 3V. Pilot name: Amelie Rigton. Registry number: 26732.” “Searching…” The computer beeps happily. “Entry found.” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Choose your Mech In this sequence, you are required to choose the frame of 3V. The frame chosen will also decide 3Vs starting equipment, health, and armour. As you progress through the ranks of the arena, new and better equipment will become available to you, including weapons, defensive gear, and armour plating. A mech can be designed from three frames: Vanguard, Nomad, and Titan. Each mech provides their own fighting style, strengths, and weaknesses. Mech loadout slots vary depending on the frame chosen. They are Offense/Defense/Support. The loadout slots cannot be changed, with the exception of the Nomad. All frames are capable of melee, though some weaponry and defensive items will replace the gauntlets of 3V. Weight load must be considered too. Mechs with too heavy a weight load will struggle, suffering penalties to melee and movement speed. All starting loadouts are within acceptable weight limits for their respective frame. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Vanguard Vanguard mechs are light framed mechs desired for their mobility and offensive customization. Their light armour means they can’t take much of a beating but they make up for their lack of defense and sustain with high mobility and an array of offensive weaponry. Vanguards use quick attacks and synergy between their weaponry to quickly take down heavier opponents. Their jump pack allows them to move through the air and along the ground quickly while their frame allows agile maneuvering. However, their light armour and reliance on shields means they are prone to EMPs and heavy attacks. In team battles, Vanguards serve as pure damage, relying on their team to keep the heat off them. Offense: Light Assault Rifle: A medium range assault cannon equipped with armour piercing rounds that is attached to the Vanguards right gauntlet. Fast firing with a two hundred round clip. Concentrated fire to a single area will shred the plate of heavily armoured mechs and stagger low armoured mechs. Offense: Longsword: A sharp, sleek longsword that replaces the Vanguards left gauntlet. A longsword is strong against little or no armour but ineffective against heavily armoured targets. Power can be diverted from a shield, charging the blade with electricity. Support: High Energy Shield: A high-strength shield that provides a shield around the Vanguards armour until depleted. Electrical strikes inflict more damage to a shield, and an EMP will take the shield offline temporarily. Support: Jump pack: A light and simple jump pack mounted to the back of the Vanguard, allowing for increased mobility and vertical movement. This support device is built into all Vanguard frames and can be upgraded. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Nomad Nomad mechs are medium strength mech units, desired for their versatility and jack-of-all trades combat style. The versatility of a Nomads frame prevents them from possessing a built-in device, however their frame allows them to be outfitted with almost every piece of equipment currently available. Nomads strike a perfect balance between offense and defense. They lack the mobility of a Vanguard or the heavy engagement of a Titan but make up for it with strong versatility. Weight management is highly important with Nomads to ensure the frame can handle the equipment. In team battles, Nomads serve as a flexible fighter, being customized to suit their teams need. Offense: Light Assault Rifle: A medium range assault cannon equipped with armour piercing rounds that is attached to the Nomads right gauntlet. Fast firing with a two hundred round clip. Concentrated fire to a single area will shred the plate of heavily armoured mechs and stagger low armoured mechs. The Nomad variant Is also equipped with long distance, low penetrating rounds. Offense/Defense/support: (Choose one of the following) Offense: Heavy Burst Shotgun: A double barrel cannon equipped to the left gauntlet of the Nomad. The cannon is slow to reload and only effective at close range. Successful hits will dent and damage a mechs armour as well as stagger them. -or- Defense: Heavy Holding Shield: A strong shield mounted to the left gauntlet of the Nomad. While active, the Nomad enters a defensive stance, raising the shield and slowing movement. The shield protects from frontal attacks and can be used to bash. -or- Support: Smoke Screen: A series of containers equipped with a high-heat compound. When deployed, a smoke screen surrounds the Nomad, covering it completely. The Nomad cannot be detected by thermal visioning or locked on-to while the smoke screen is active. Defense/Support: (Choose one of the following) Defense: Electromagnetic Shield: A low energy shield mounted to the rear of the Nomad. An EMS provides minimal protection from bullets and blunt attacks. If an EMP is used, the shield will overload, protecting all systems from going offline but the shield will be unusable for a time. -or- Support: Regeneration Sequence: A virtual intelligence mounted within the cockpit of the Nomad. Upon taking critical damage, the mech powers down for 15 seconds, gaining a massive shield and restoring functionality to critically damaged systems and limbs. The Nomad is vulnerable during this sequence, and an EMP will disable the regeneration. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Titan Titan mechs deploy the heaviest frames and are the mech of choice for brawlers. They’re built for long, sustained fights and can easily take a beating. Their strong, sturdy frame allows them to wield the heaviest weapons and shields. However, their thick plating does not allow a strong shield emitter, nor does their frame allow them high mobility aids. Titans use heavy defense and sturdiness to hold their ground. They are brawlers, employing crowd control to move in against their enemy and using their fists against weakened areas. They are strong enough to even remove equipment from an enemy mech. However, Titans are prone to long range attacks and armour piercing rounds that will make short work of their heavy plating. In team battles, Titans serve as support, drawing fire from the enemy while providing strong crowd control. Offense: Gunlance: A hybrid weapon consisting of a long lance and a heavy hitting rifle that replaces the Titan’s right gauntlet. The lance allows for extreme reach and is capable of pinning a target if it hits exposed armour, but is slow to swing and struggles to penetrate medium or heavy armour. The rifle holds six heavy rounds that can penetrate up to medium plating. Up close, the rifle will dent heavy armour and stagger weaker mechs. Defense: XL EMP Gauntlet: A Titan gauntlet designed for close quarters engagement, equipped with an EMP device. When activated, the gauntlet emits an electromagnetic pulse in a radius around the mech, momentarily taking all enemy electronics offline. Once used, the EMP must recharge, entering a 13 second cooldown. Defense: Dash Boosters: Two heavy boosters mounted to the back of the Titan. When activated, the Titan performs a short dash in any direction. This device is built into all Titan frames and can be customized. Support: Trident Missile System: A heavy missile launcher carrying a payload of fifteen missiles mounted onto the shoulder of the Titan. When performing a dash or sustaining heavy/critical damage, three missiles will deploy, striking the enemy mech. After each strike the launcher will enter a 12 second cooldown.
  7. The goal of this story is to not wet yourself, as the character’s prestigious position and reputation would be utterly tarnished should such a thing come about, but the exceptions are if the witness is a well-trusted person, or if you manage to successfully hide the evidence. In addition, the gender of the character does in fact matter, due to the nature of the game and for added fun and player choice, a male player-character will have a slightly easier time holding their urine, but will be far more scrutinized for actual physical holdings, and especially if they wet. A female player character will have a slightly harder time holding their urine, but will be judged less for fidgeting and actual wettings. This is to add some spice to character creation. An invisible ‘fidget-meter’ will also play a large role, constant fidgeting and movements pertaining to your bladder, or outright holding may diminish people’s respect for you. Try to keep it out of view. You wake up, staring at the dull, grey ceiling, with the hum of the air vents and the scrubbers as your only welcoming sound. You groggily get out of bed, it isn’t like you to wake up before your alarm goes off- but you feel thirsty. You enter your private bathroom and fill your regular cup with water, rinsing it out several times before filling it up from the tap, a gasp escapes you as you lower the cup from your mouth. You needed that. You set the cup down and lean against the sink counter, you are the captain of a starship, working for DecaCorp™, they specialise in the construction of Military, Civilian, and Civil Service vehicles, for Space, Air, Land, and Lava. You work on a non-combatant starship known as The Adelheid, it's a Commercial Cruising Vessel that regularly ferrys thousands, if not tens of thousands of VIP, Noble, Common, and some working-class people as well. This specific CCV has more in common with a luxury cruise than an airplane...however it is also entirely self-sufficient, you manage the crew and the ship’s daily goings on, and the workload is highly stressful, but you are quite confident in your abilities, after all, you’re the captain for a reason, surely? You stare at your reflection and admire yourself. You see… A) A comely woman with, brown hair, and green eyes. B) A handsome man with sharp features, blonde hair, and blue eyes. C) A Bald Eagle man, or woman, with an unamused look forever burned into your features. D) A purple creature in the shape of a human, made entirely of a gelatinous goo. E) A lizard man, or woman, with greyish blue scales, descended from a proud warrior race.
  8. This is a time-crunch rewrite. Hope it's good. No omorashi yet, just intro. But it's coming. Aim for the bucke... err, enjoy! "Well, I suppose I could..." Rick's hopes rose high, but Ashley wasn't done yet. "...but I don't think It would work out. I mean, it would be really awkward with me paying for everything, and having to go there really early so you had time to catch up on your undersized bycicle. And plus, I kinda have some important stuff I needed to do anyway. Like, there's this dumb TV show that only comes on on Friday night, and I'd have to miss it if I went out with you." She slipped on her backpack. "So, really sorry about that." She turned and walked away. Rick couldn't help admiring her figure as she strode off. Her silky and long blonde hair trailing in the air behind her, slick bell-bottom jeans, and the way she had held perfectly realistic tones through the entire sarcasm was just flat out impressive. but then the pain started to hit. Thankfully he hadn't put too much emotional money on the table. He had shot high on a whim, and gone belly skidding into the mud. He only wondered how Matt was doing on his side of the dare with Ashley's best friend, Rebecca. But given that Ashley's beauty had only been skin deep, he went ahead and checked his funds for their hard-times favorite at the all-night pizza parlor.
  9. Something like this was once done, themed in the future. But I didn't read the rest, so I don't know how much they will be alike. In this case, SPOILER: guys get snobbed unjustly by some of the cuter girls in school, but gain posession of a pee remote. You can guess the rest. I need to go eat right now, so sorry.
  10. *Authorized Access: Hello, xError_MissingName here. I will be your conductor for the orchestration of the events you're about to see. From your point of view, the world you're about to witness is a futuristic version of your own. This here is miss Yenesis Heaven, an A-class android. She's 22 years old, brave, and unmistakably beautiful. She is inorganic in her left eye, her breasts, her left arm, her right forearm, and her lower legs. The augmentations have given her many useful abilities and even more potential for upgrades. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's see her. She has fair skin, a beautiful face, short white blonde hair in a bob cut that covers a bit over her left eye, a toned but feminine body, a pair of C cup (but adjustable) breasts, a healthy bottom, and a pair of womanly legs. Her pores are slightly augmented to produce a nutritious, anti-aging clear liquid that enhances cellular reproduction by eliminating cell senescence. The pores on her face can also auto-generate her makeups as well as remove them. The internal workings of her body has similar enhancements to her skin. I tell you all this now because it explains why you'll see her consume much more food and water to run efficiently and survive. In this dreamscape, we have all of time itself. But her journey must start now. She must find purpose in her new life as an android. Feel free to give us some advice. Because when she sleeps... I'll return. ***** ***** Authorized Access Only ***** ***** Checking Subconsciousness ***** ***** Checking Consciousness ***** ... ..... ....... ***** Identify Confirmed ***** [Yenesis Heaven] My eyes open. I see a ceiling fan going around and around. I'm laying in my bed, snuggling under the blanket. This dark brown room stinks. One source of light beams through a broken window cover while the other blinks on and off in my bathroom. Did I forget to turn it off? ... I feel the now common pang in my bladder. It's irritating but something must be done about it. I cross my legs under the blanket. Turning on my side, I slide a hand down there as well. Squirming only as much as I need to, I try to clear the grogginess by sleeping in just a bit more. I try to relax. My body stops and I can feel the weight of my bladder. Sigh. Why do I even care anymore? Who's here to judge me for pissing in my own bed? I start urinating with my eyes closed. The stream hits my wrist before running down the side of my thigh. Piss pools around my bum and starts to spread on the mattress sheet. Good thing I went to bed naked, I guess. Tomorrow I'll move on from here. The abandoned building vibe gives me shivers... that or the warm lake I just made by doing my business in the sheets. The blanket caught it too. Now I regret it. The relief is appreciated but now, reality hits: I just pissed myself in my own bed. I already can't recall the logic that was going through my brain but, carefully, I push myself up off the crime scene, pee dripping from my thighs into the dissipating puddle. The smell makes it even more embarrassing. I throw the blanket over the spot where I laid. I walk into the bathroom. I still have to go. I sit down on the toilet and relax. Now I have to remember where I put my clothes. ... They're in the bedroom, of course. I finish and wipe myself with my bare hand because there's no toilet paper in here. I walk over to the sink and twist the facet. Nothing. I move over to the tub to try the shower. Nothing. I hate this place. I move back into the bedroom and wipe myself down with the dry spots of the blanket. I dress myself into my pair of shiny silver briefs and bra, my pair of tight black pants, my black tank top (that shows off the edges of my bra), and my black sneakers. I don my grey baseball cap and turn on some makeup for myself. Why not? Now it's time to find something to eat. ... I walk down the stairs with echoing steps. The silence really bugs me. I feel a tinge of fear running down my spine as I make it out onto the empty street. If I remember correctly, there's a bar northwest of here. Maybe I'll find a job there too. But first, I have to walk. ... My thighs and bum feel a bit sticky. Gross. The bar is right in front of me. The street here is a bit dirtier and feels more lived on. Noises of the bar's patrons tell me that I'm safe to enter without drawing too much attention to myself. I walk inside. A colorful palette of neon colors greet me along with the sight of a dozen and a half patrons drinking and talking among themselves. Only the bar owner pays me any attention. I walk over to him. The man is rather large in a bulky, strongman way. He has an eyepatch over his left eye and a cigarette on his lips. He's got a full beard that looks to be still growing on him and a buzz cut head of dark hair. Auto-analyzing his profile, he should be around his late forties to early fifties. Even though he appears younger, he's augmented just a bit. He seems nice though, maybe he'll see me as the same. "Hey there, you want a drink?" He says. A drink? At this early hour of the day? "No, thanks. Do you have something to eat?" I reply. "Sure, what do you want? I've got rations, soups, bread, sandwiches, burgers, and fish balls." That's... a unique variety of food. "Um, how much for some soup?" "Wait a minute, young lady." Uh oh. "... You don't have any credits to your name." Crap, he checked my profile. "Can I owe you for this one? I haven't eaten since... days ago," I say to him. "Listen here, kid, I'll do you one better." ... Huh? "If you're willing to work, I'll get you some food. You are looking for a job too, right? No point in coming here, otherwise, unless you were banking on a stranger's generosity. Hah!" I nod my head. "Alright, so you're willing to work, yes?" "Yeah." "Good. Listen closely then, kid," he leans in. "I've recently received a shipment of some specialized beers and I need someone to deliver it. My usual driver yesterday got in an accident real bad and doesn't even lift a finger now. I need you to drive the truck that I have in the back of the bar to this address... here." The barkeeper hands me a chip. The location must be on it but... "Why the secrecy?" I decide to ask. "Because it's a specialized beer, see? Secret recipe. I don't plan on living in his dump for any longer than I have to and that beer is going to put our name on the map. I need you to deliver it to where my people are so they can spread the word and product. Do what you're supposed to and I'll even pay you, yeah? But don't open up the back of the truck, understand? Or else you'll ruin the refrigeration." Sounds doable. "Yeah, alright. Can I get something first though?" "Oh yeah, here," he hands me a key. "Again, the truck's just 'round the back." "... I meant some food." "Oh, that's right. Early payment for you, I guess. Now, what do you want?" I order a soup and a few sandwiches and start eating. Everything tastes alright but I'm in no position to be a critic. I quickly chug down a few glasses of water before heading out. Stuffed, I make my way to where the truck should be and find a monstrosity in its stead. The supposed delivering truck is a safety regulation gone out the window. Sigh. No complaints though. A girl's gotta eat. I climb into the truck and start it up. I implant the chip into my arm and it gives me some coordinates... twelve hours away. Motherfucker. Yet... I'm also in no position to bargain. It's just time to drive. ... Five hours on an empty desert road and I'm beginning to feel like shit. The air conditioning doesn't work, the sun is right in my face, and I actually have to take a rest stop. I feel my bladder aching in defiance against my rubbing legs. This time, I'm NOT pissing all over myself. At any point on the road, I know I can simply stop for a quick break. But I'm just as stubborn as my bladder. I'll not stop if I'm not asked nicely or, in other words, if it doesn't stop wrecking my nerves and making me look like an un-potty-trained six year-old who constantly has to pee every few hours. Grumble. Great. But not great. I have to poop. An immediate pain grips my stomach as I instinctively bend forward and clutch it with a free hand. I could feel the intense pressure building up, calmly but menacingly demanding me to let go. But all I had was soup and a few sandwiches. At most, it should've blocked my system... unless... the food was fucking dirty. Sweat begins to bead on my forehead where the sun couldn't manage before. THUMP. A bump in the road suddenly launches me off the seat for a split second. "Damn it!" I felt it, a jet of something warm running through my uterus. I bend straight back up and I could feel the full force of the pressure in the back again. Alright, time for a stop. I glance at the side view mirrors, holding on with a left hand buried between my legs and crotch and the elbow of my left arm trying fruitlessly to massage my stomach. For some reason, both sides of the road has a big enough ditch for the truck to get stuck in if I try to pull over. I grit my teeth. Through sticky strands of hair covering my face, I could see the end. An impossibly long stretch of extra rocky desert road. Worst yet, another truck is coming up behind me. If I jump out now, I'll piss immediately, with or without pants. "F-Fuck me... f-fuck it!" I groan, signal, and pull over on the side of the road. My right hand works to put the truck in parking with my left hand struggles to unbutton my pants. The hard stop gives the last push to break my control as the front of my pants begins to grow hot. I rush to quickly yank my pants and briefs down to my knees. To my horror, the flood doesn't wait before I can open the side door and hot pee shoots into the door's compartment. A bit leaks away from the main stream and flows onto my thighs before the leather seat. I finally open the door. "Haaahhh..." The stream soaks the ground with intensity, blowing up steam and the smell of hot piss. I hang onto the door with one hand while the other hangs onto the neck of the seat. My legs, stuck in a pair of briefs and pants, spread with little success to keep the stream from separating into smaller rivulets running down into my shoes. I feel my face grow hotter than before. A cramp suddenly drops me as I hit the gravel clutching my stomach with one arm. Seeing the oncoming truck with no chance of stopping, I feel my embarrassment grow to an unbearable level. I yank my underwear up... a bad mistake. The pee hits the material with its full force and causes the gusset of the briefs to dip before flooding completely, marking a dark but shiny spot on it. Groan. I can't pull my pants up or else I'll flood them too. I push myself to finish quickly while using the door to hide my flushed face from the truck that's coming up close. My embarrassment mounts as a sizable puddle forms beneath me because the ground can't absorb quickly enough. The truck stops. Its front doors open. Two men in black suits exit the vehicle, pointing their guns at me. "Freeze, freak! You're under arrest!" "Put your hands in the air!" It looks like they drive a transport truck for prisoners, the SSH or the Superior Society of Humans. It's no coincidence that they are here. Either they stalk this road, the barkeeper set me up, or both. In any case, I've been caught with my pants down... literally, and with one too many guns to even try to get away or disarm anyone. "Lay down, freak!" I slowly lay down on my stomach, pants down and wincing with every movement in a puddle of my own pee. Life... is a bitch.
  11. Author's Note: Welp... I'm back. The name is trash... but meh whatever. I was considering doing a superhero themed story given that it is the season for it, but I happened to be inspired to write this, so I'll leave it up y'all. Also, feel free to skip chapter 1 if you want to get straight into the omo stuffs. Chapter 2 should be farther down the page. Vote: Superheroes Continue this story - This story is going end up sci-fi. Alternate - Write 1 chapter for each each week. Regardless, enjoy and feel free to leave comments, reviews, suggestions, or even just to say 'hi'! Cheers! Chapter I: A Trip Too Far (1) Spirit’s room was clean and very white and silver. White walls, white lights, white topped furniture supported by silver metal. It was very much in fashion and also, at least in the fourteen year old’s opinion, quite bland. Which was why she never wore white. Her long honey colored hair was tied back in a ponytail using a white ribbon that she liked to tie in the shape of a butterfly, but that didn’t count. She pulled her usual steel gray jacket unzipped over a mint colored tank top and blue jeans. She turned off the lights before opening the blinds allowing natural light to replace the artificial. Spirit was neither tall nor short. She was sporty, or at least fairly athletic for someone who didn’t play or train for sports. The more unkind would call her skinny, but most people agreed that was just a little on the slim side. The computer buzzed softly before fading out as Spirit powered it off. She had been reading an interesting article. Something about how women everywhere seemed to be needing to use the restroom much more often than normal. She was almost certain it was just some sensational bit cooked up to snag readers seeing as how no mention of such a phenomenon could be found anywhere. Maybe she’d go back and actually read the article, but that would have to wait for later. Spirit wanted to be early for her physical exam that afternoon at the Military Prep School she would be attending starting next week. She wanted to join the Imperial Navy and doing well at the Military Prep School was a necessary first step. It was always best to make a good first impression, hence Spirit’s leaving early for her exam. She was just about to pull on her boots when a familiar sensation caused her to frown. Hadn’t she only used the restroom a couple hours ago when she woke up earlier? Still it was best to take care of such business now before her commute. Rush hour was always a pain. Spirit made sure to lock the door to the apartment before heading from the third to the tenth floor of the sky rise apartment complex. Perhaps part of why she was so determined to join the Imperial Navy was to escape the almost constant claustrophobic environment of the city. The other reason was that she needed money. She still had parents technically, but she rarely heard from them. Her father was constantly holed up in his office in the middle of who knew where designing who knew what. Her mother just flat out disappeared sometime while she was in kindergarten. At least her father still sent her enough to cover the rent and her living expenses whenever he remembered. She tenth floor was packed. The station which serviced many buildings in the area was if possible even more dense. Several times Spirit felt like she was going to drown in the sea of bodies but she managed to swim through mostly thanks to grabbing onto various items of furniture and occasionally unsuspecting strangers before she made it onto the train. Fortunately, she managed to snag a spot next to one of the poles and clung to it tightly. The train smoothly glided forwards on its rails. Every stop, Spirit was being dragged by the people trying to get off and then crushed by the people entering. Still, this was at least twice as fast as trying to walk. Trying to get a ride would be even more impossible. Spirit barely kept herself from planting her face directly into the pole as someone shoved her roughly from behind. A mother and daughter crammed themselves into the corner seat next to Spirit who had been thinking about trying for the spot before almost getting her face crushed. “Oops, I’m so sorry. Are you alright dear?” Both the mother and daughter had auburn colored hair and wore designer blouses and leggings. The mother was looking at Spirit with concern. “It’s no big deal.” Spirit gave a reassuring smile. “It’s not like I got- woah.” Someone farther up the cabin couldn’t deal the with the acceleration and stumbled causing a mini domino effect. Spirit ducked as the last person in the line squeezed her against someone else. “Like I was saying,” Spirit wheezed as she finally got some space back, “just fine.” The mother clucked her tongue in sympathy. The daughter finally finished fixing her hair which had been messed up when they took the seats and noticed the a paper poking out of Spirit’s coat pocket. “Can I take a look?” she asked. “That symbol looks familiar but I can’t see it from here.” “Oh, sure.” The paper was after all just some informational pamphlet. Spirit would never carry anything important on her person. Not in this city. “Neat!” The girl took her hand off the paper which she had been twisting to see properly. “So you’re going to Military Prep as well?” “Yup, I have my physical there this afternoon.” “What a coincidence! So does Claire.” “Really?” “Yup.” The daughter extended her hand. “Claire Baum.” “Spirit. Sorry, but I don’t think I can shake your hand right now.” Spirit was currently leaning sideways holding the pole with both hands to keep herself from toppling over. Claire retracted her hand with a laugh. The three of them started talking about the school, swapping stories about what they had heard and a little about their pasts though there frequent interruptions caused by the shifting crowd. Spirit was having a great time talking with the Baums when she noticed she had to pee. But the sensation passed away and she didn’t give it a second thought. She had after all used the restroom less than an hour ago before leaving the apartment. Over the next half an hour though she grew conscious of the pressure building in her lower abdomen. It wasn’t worrisome, but it was noticeable. Spirit decided she would get off at the next station and take care of business before it had a chance to become worrisome. She did have some extra time after all having left so early.
  12. ".....Systems failing, please report to the bridge." ... "All systems failing, please report to the bridge." ... "All syste-KZZTZZZ" A loud hiss sounds as the stasis chamber De-pressurises and air rushes in. The chamber door slowly opens with a groan as the mechanism struggles to force itself into action. Alex has a similar problem as she's forced awake, doing her best not to fall on her face. Alex opens her eyes hesitantly, adjusting them to the light as she does. She forces herself out the chamber, cringing at the cold touch of the metal floor against her bare feet. She presses the door forward with one hand, cringing again as the sound of alarms and sirens tear through the now open door. Alex takes in a deep breath and readies herself to step further out the chamber. Her other foot hits the cold ground with a soft slap, and she winces again at the sudden cold. She stumbles forward toward the control panel on the wall nearest to the door. *Click* "Computer....yawn...W-what's going on?" "kzzzzz...." "Computer?" "What?" "What's going - Can you shut these alarms up? I've just woke up..." The alarms go silent. "What did you want?" The speakers ask. "What's going on?" Alex asks, yawning again. "Major system failure." states the computer. "Severe damage detected. Recommend immediate evacuation." "Evacuation?" "Evac - Oh hold on." "What do you mean hold on?" Alex yawns. The computer doesn't reply for a moment. "Computer?" "Multiple issues detected. Evacuation no longer possible." "Why not?" "No escape pods." "Computer?" "What?" "You're acting strange. Did someone plug in some new personality program?" "Significant damage detected to computer mainframe. And it really bloody hurts." "Oookay..." Alex says, walking into the middle of the room. She stretches and yawns again. "Can you give me a damage report?" "Major damage is detected." "Yes, but where." "I...don't know." "What do you mean, you 'don't know'?" "I can't get a response from the damage report machine. It would appear to be damaged." Alex sighs and drops her arms to her side. She presses herself up on her tiptoes a couple times, before walking over to the screen again. "How are your CCTV systems? Can you follow me?" She asks. A camera descends from the ceiling at the corner of the room. "It would appear that the CCTV systems are faulty. I can't get a visual." Alex sighs again. "Try turning around." she says. The camera swivels. It looks about and then focuses on Alex. "Update. CCTV systems have been repaired." "Now what?" Alex asks, walking about the room. "The ships in bad shape, what can I do?" "Recommend you attempt to repair critical systems." The computer responds, it's eye fixed on Alex as she paces. "Shouldn't I leave that to the repair crews?" "What repair crews?" "What?" Alex asks. "What do you mean, 'what repair crews'? Aren't they on board?" "Negative." "Have you done a life sign scan?" "Hold on. I'll do it now." The computer says. The camera freezes in place, no longer following Alex. After a few seconds it flicks back into life and refocuses on Alex. "Scan complete." "What are the results?" "One." "One." Alex repeats. "What do you mean one?" "One life form on board." "What is it?" Alex asks. "You don't mean-" "You." Alex takes a moment to let that sink in. She's the only life form detected on board. "And you're absolutely sure?" Alex asks again. "You've scanned the entire ship?" "Yes. Well, no. Significant damage across the ship could result in faulty reporting." The computer responds. "So there could be more life on board?" "Possibly." "You're a big help." "No need for sarcasm" "So now what?" Alex asks. She sits on the floor, leaning against the wall below the computer panel. "What should I do?" "Recommend basic post-stasis excersizes - You should stretch, eat, use the bathroom, get into a uniform, and perform emergency routines." "What emergency routines?" "Visit the armoury. Try not to get killed by anything. Also, see if you can't reach the local command room - perhaps you could fix a local damage scanner." "Right...I'll get to that..." "You've just got out of stasis Alex, you should consider that you won't be at your highest mental capacity for some time. Try not to make poor decisions." "Sure...let me just plan how I'm going to do this..." What does Alex do? A) Bathroom, canteen, armoury, command room. B) Command room, Canteen, Armoury, Bathroom. C) Armoury, Command room, Bathroom, Canteen. D) Canteen, Bathroom, Armoury, Command room. E) Other
  13. Yo, guys and gals! I promised I would release this story on this website as soon as I was done with the next chapter on this thread, so here's the first chapter! I plan to release all of the old installments at once here before going for a simultaneous release on this site, ABDLstoryforum, and Deviant Art of the newest chapter. So that being said, expect me to release these pretty rapid fire for the next hour or so, there's quite a few installments which need to be posted lol. Anyway, I won't hold you up. Go ahead and get reading... but prepare yourself. Edginess inbound. Weapons with Hearts Prologue Part One: Project Uninhibited “Drain the tank on number 735. She has a practice match with numbers 528, 360 and 146 in an hour.”The girl whose number had been called for shuddered involuntarily. The event where her lungs switched from extracting the oxygen out of the water that inhabited them back to breathing and processing air was violently unpleasant. The man sitting at the computer a few yards in front of her had ordered for her tank to be drained, so she knew that she would have to experience that event again in the immediate future.The emotionless twenty-four-year-old blond man had spoken in a quiet voice from the other side of the room, but even with her whole body submerged in water and barricaded by a glass encasing, she’d had no trouble hearing what he had to say. If she were using her ears to physically listen to him, it might have posed a challenge. But she’d picked up on the words because she had been monitoring his brain waves when he was forming the sentence in his mind. Distance was the only thing that could have made his thoughts harder to discern, and it would take much more than this to pose a challenge.The Asian woman in her thirties to the right of the girl in the tank nodded in response to her boss’s command. She didn’t even bother responding to him verbally before pulling the lever down that would begin the draining process – as an immigrant who’d only been in the country a short time, her spoken English was limited at best. Though this man had never mistreated her, many of the other employees around the base would mock her accent, or deliberately make her say words that she couldn’t pronounce properly and then laugh or smile condescendingly when she inevitably messed up. In her mind, the less she spoke here, the better off she would be.The girl in the tank had read through this woman’s thoughts and memories before a small number of times, usually to distract herself from the experiences that she knew awaited her when the tank drained. Originally, she’d done it to see what country she came from – the girl’s parents were also Asian immigrants, or so she’d been told by her foster parents whenever she asked about them. But this woman hailed from South Korea, whereas the girl’s parents were both Japanese. She found she had very little common ground with this woman once she started looking for it, and they didn’t even really look alike.The water in the tank dipped below her forehead, the air feeling chilly on the exposed skin that wasn’t being clung to by her black hair which normally came down to her mid-back. They always kept the water calibrated to match the exact temperature of the subject’s skin to make it easier for them to fall asleep in it, but the air in the room was always very cold for the opposite reason.It was supposed to be an automatic process, where the subject would lose consciousness when fully submerged in water of a similar temperature to their body and would only wake up when they detected a temperature change. But that process no longer affected her in particular – she’d electrically manipulated her brain so that she never slept unless she personally induced it as soon as she’d figured out how to do it precisely enough that she didn’t affect anything else in her brain throughout the process.The water level fell below her eyes. If they had been open, she knew the sudden difference in temperature and pressure would have really bothered her, enough that her tear ducts would have started working on overdrive. But she’d had them closed the whole time she’d been submerged specifically to prevent that unpleasant feeling.Desperate to delay the impending vile sensation for even a few moments longer, the girl bent her knees and re-submerged her whole head into the ever lowering water. Since her lungs and stomach were both filled with only liquid, she sank to the gray, grated bottom of the tank much faster than a normal human with air in those organs would have. But then, a normal person with air in their lungs would have floated to the top of the tank when it was filling with water because the oxygen gave them buoyancy and then drowned when it filled to capacity and their breath expired. Looking at it that way, the comparison seemed meaningless to her – because the other end of the comparison wouldn’t have even survived until the draining order.The girl curled up into a ball and hunched her head over her knees, getting as low to the ground as she could. She knew that, at best, she only got a few extra seconds from the gesture, and that she’d still have to go through the awful experience again in mere moments regardless, but as far as she was concerned, the later into the draining process it happened, the better. If it had started when the water level was almost as high as her entire body… she helplessly shuddered again at the disgusting thought.In an effort to distract herself again, the girl thought back to the command given that put her in this position – or more specifically, the explanation he gave right after the order. He said that she would be fighting against three other subjects at once: numbers 528, 360 and 146. The way he’d phrased it made it sound like they would all be teaming up against her.She’d fought all of them separately before in other ‘practice matches,’ but never all of them at once. She knew from personal experience that only one of them was really a threat individually… but the three of them together might be a little more difficult. The whole point of the exercise would likely be to help the three of them work on their teamwork – their abilities did have an impressive level of synergy, so it made sense for the people in charge to want them working together.When the girl felt the air once again make contact with the top of her head, she knew her time was almost up. In a few moments, the experience she’d avoided as long as possible would be upon her. And this time, there was nothing she could do to put it off any longer – she just had to deal with it now. And if the past three months were anything to judge by, she would be given next to no time to recover from it before they sent her to do the next thing on their agenda for her.It began when the water dipped below her nose and the water in her sinuses drained. The moment the inside of her nostrils were exposed to the frigid air being pumped into the tank from the room outside it, they began to tingle for a moment. It was a sensory experience that would tell her brain it was time to expel all the water in her lungs and stomach. She could feel the all too familiar intense waves of nausea growing stronger and stronger, coming closer to overtaking her by the second.But she wouldn’t let her body win just yet. The water level in the tank was barely below her chest at this point – if she were to give in and vomit up all the contents of her lungs and stomach now, her stomach acid would be thrown into the water and would probably get all over her. Even though she knew she’d be taken to a shower right after this, the thought of having bile on her skin for even a few moments, no matter how diluted, was just too disgusting for her to bear.So she fought back against the biological urges which she had been modified to have using the only weapon she possessed. Using the same asset she used to read the minds of the other people in the room, she clamped down on the electrical signals her brain was sending to her body, preventing them from causing any more havoc for the few seconds it took for the rest of the water to drain from the tank.Once her whole body felt the cold breeze of the air-conditioned room, she released her grip on her brain, and allowed her body’s genetic programming to take over. She violently retched, the mix of water and bile in her stomach and lungs spilling out of her mouth as if it were a running faucet. The pale, clear yellow liquid cascaded through the gap between her two feet, splashing against the grate beneath them but ultimately falling through it into the piping below.Even after there was no water left to expel, she continued to gag and cough uncontrollably for a good long while. The experience had felt just as vile and repulsive as it always did. And as per the usual, some of the diluted stomach acid had splashed off the grate and onto her feet and lower legs. It wasn’t much, but she still made a mental note to give them special attention in the shower that she knew would come right after this. “Good. Now lower the glass casing. Our supervisor should be on his way to take her already.”The man sitting at the computer said this in an equally quiet tone to that of his first command. Like with every command he ever gave, he offered an explanation for it, because in his mind, orders were generally easier to follow if you knew the reason why they needed to be carried out. He always seemed to be somewhat muted and generally never displayed outward emotion, but the girl knew that it was just the way he’d chosen to cope with the human rights abuses he had to watch and facilitate on a daily basis. When he’d chosen to work for the government, he’d never wanted to be a part of a project like this one. But because he now knew about its existence, he couldn’t quit or transfer out to a different department, so he’d chosen to deal with his unwanted position by numbing his emotions as much as he possibly could.In fact, quite a few of the people working here had a similar mindset, and chose to cope with their situations in a similar way. The girl known to them as number 735 bore the likes of them no ill will – they didn’t ask to be put in this position, and none of them liked it, so there was no reason to harbor any resentment towards them. They knew what they were doing was wrong, and they did, to varying levels, regret the things they were forced to do to keep their jobs and, by extension, their freedom. That was enough for her.But the ‘supervisor’ he mentioned… that man was different. The supervisors of this project knew full well what they were getting into when they transferred into their current positions, and they typically felt no remorse for the horrendous acts that they watched and enforced. They had little to no moral objection to the abductions, the genetic experiments, the ‘practice matches’ where they made teenagers fight with the intent to kill each other, or any of the other wrongdoings that went on in this facility.In a few seconds, after the glass of the tank was fully lowered, this team’s supervisor would probably come strolling in with a gentle smile on his face that, combined with his thoughts, showed how completely vile and disingenuous he really was. He would offer her a hand to help her stand up, a towel for the trip to the nearby shower room, and he would ask her what she wanted to eat for her meal before the match.And no matter how much she hated the false kindness he displayed and the darker thoughts she read in his mind, all she could really do was just accept the fake gestures and continue to go along with the fate she’d been unfortunate enough to become trapped in. Because the moment they detected a hint of resistance from her, she knew they would decide she was not worth the risk of keeping around… and they would order her dead.And after the things they’d done to her, there was no place left on earth where she could escape to that wouldn’t fear, hate and rise up against the inhuman powers that she commanded. So yeah, dark shit, huh? It's gonna get worse in the main story eventually, trust me. Anyway, I'm gonna keep the author notes relatively short for the time being while we catch up with the forum I originally posted this thing on and Deviant Art, so this is where I'll leave you. Expect the rest of the chapters to drop in the next hour or so until we're caught up, at which point I'll be releasing the newest chapter on that forum, DA and here simultaneously. Ciao!
  14. Ryan is an average high school student with a special interest in biology, physics and omorashi :p. He has been a fan of omorashi ever since he can remember but has never confessed to anyone. He loves seeing girls dancing for the loo but it has been ages since he has seen a girl wet herself. It was just an average day for Ryan. He got up, showered, had some breakfast and went to the school. He was just sitting in his class fiddling with his pen during the bio class. It was the last class and he hadn't peed since morning so he was getting a bit uncomfortable. He was constantly holding his crotch and waiting for the class to get over which was still half an hour ahead. Moreover, the topic going in the class was urinary bladder which was not helping at all. "I have an important announcement to make!", the teacher said. 'What can it be?',Ryan thought. "As you all know, the inter-school science competition is coming near so I and Mr. Pradeep (the physics teacher) are going to help a few willing students make a special device." "What is it, Ms. Ruchi?", Ryan asked. He being one of her favorite students, he will have to be on the team to make the device. "The nosy visor.", Ms Ruchi said. 'huh? what kind of a stupid device is that?' Ryan thought. "It will be a special device which will help those suffering with cold to dispose off the mucus in their nose by giving it to another person's nose who has less mucus. It will help those suffering from a disease in which a person needs to be donated mucus. It will work wirelessly and will complete the job within seconds." 'At this time, I need more of a visor which can transfer my pee to someone', Ryan said, leaking a drop in his pants. "So, anyone interested?", the teacher asked. Ryan and two other students raised their hands. "Great", the teacher said and noted down their names- Ryan, Genelia and Prachi. "Meet me after the class." 'Fuck', Ryan thought. 'now it will be longer till I can use the toilet.' He said looking at his watch. It was just 5 minutes to go. When the bell rang, Ms. Ruchi asked the three to come with her. They went to the physics lab were they were going to meet Mr. Pradeep. "Ms. Ruchi, can I go to the toilet once?"Ryan asked. "No. It will just take 10 minutes" She said looking at his dick. 'I dont think I have that much time :(' He thought.
  15. Warning, this had female and male defecation Chapter Two Marcy and I made our way to the locker rooms to grab the only spare clothes we had left, our gym uniforms. This is so embarrassing! I thought. having to wear our gym uniforms all day, and without panties. Pee sloshed around in our shoes at every step we took. We left a long trail of wet foot prints behind us. Marcy got her gym uniform out first since her locker was closer, then we went to get mine. Marcy and I walked over to the bathroom to find that there were plumbers inside. There was a sign on the door saying "closed for maintenance" except it wasn't for maintenance. The plumbers were inside rounding up the toilets. "Excuse us." Marcy called inside. "Sorry girls, toilets are off limits!" The teacher’s weren't kidding when they said their toilets would be taken away. "You think you can hold it till we..." He interrupted himself as he looked over to see us both standing by the door way in our dripping wet skirts and sparkly legs. "Oh, um..." "We just need somewhere to change." Marcy smiled. I stood behind her, being as shy as I was. "All right. Go ahead and change in that stall over there and I'll get you two some bags for your clothes." "Thank you." "Don't mention it." There were three plumbers working in the bathroom. They gave us some bags to put our wet clothes in and stood off to the side. I slid down my skirt and panties and put them in the bag. My legs sparkled from wetness. My panties were drenched on the bottom where I sat on it. The front side looked pretty soaked too, riding half way up to the band, clear and obvious. My skirt, of course, was wet from front to back. I was soaked to the bone down there. I used the dry part of my skirt to dry off my bare legs. I took off my shoes to pour the pee out into the bag he gave me and dried off my feet. I through my skirt, socks and underwear into the bag and tied it up. It wasn't exactly a grocery bag with handles so it made a really big, bulking knot. Finally, I pulled up my green bloomers and changed my shirt, just so I didn't look like I was naked wearing my school shirt without the school skirt. That didn't help much though. My bloomers were fairly tight on me. The fabrics creases revealed my lady parts, try as I might to fix it. Marcy and I came out of our stalls with our bloomers and bags and bid the guys “good by”. Marcy had it worse then I did with her bloomers, with her body being more shapely then mine. I was glad it wasn't me, but it made me jealous. We had ten minutes left of class by the time we got back. We saw janitors over there mopping up our mess. My face blared red as they saw two girls coming down the hall way with their gym uniforms on, carrying plastic bags. “Sorry guys!” Marcy perked at them, just to make matters worse for me. I really wish she wouldn't attract so much attention to herself. “Don’t worry about it girls. We’ll take care of it.” “Thank you!” It was so embarrassing coming into class with bloomers, and bags! Everyone stared at us on our way in, but they particularly stared at Marcy. For one thing, she was hotter then I was. More importantly, they didn't expect her to wet herself. She didn't have to go near as badly as me, did she? “Marcy?” The teacher puzzled. “What happened to you?” “The bathrooms are officially off limits.” She replied. “Oh, I’m sorry. So you didn't make it either huh?” She turned over to me. I just covered my red, freckled face with my hands and grieved. “I’m sorry girls.” I noticed a small twitch in my bowels that moment and realized I wasn't wearing any underwear under my bloomers. My bloomers revealed more details about my butt crack and privates then I wanted it to. It felt like the cloth was groping me. Anyone could notice the details if they looked. I pulled my shirt down as far as it would go, as if it would help. I noticed my parts weren't as dry as they could be either, so it made a fine, dark line on my bloomers. Marcy let her parts hang out as she sat in her seat. Every boy in the classroom, and some girls, eyed me for the remainder of the class period. Thankfully the bell rang and we made our way to our next class. On the way to history, I bumped into Hiroyuki Rokou. “H-hi Rokou san!” I could never greet him properly. He stopped to greet me back. “Are you going to Gym?” He asked. “O-of course!” “Ah, well gym is that way.” “Oh, right. Um, thanks.” It was a stupid thing for me to say, of course the gym was in the other direction, where Hiroyuki had to walk! I had to walk with him, still carrying my plastic bag. Good grief! “What’s that?” He asked. “Mylunch!!” I replied promptly. “It must have gotten soggy in the car.” “Okay.” He replied, but there was a suspicious tone in his voice. What if he’s on to me?! What if he finds out!? Looking back, either he saw the clothes in my bag, or I smelled funky at the time. Probably both. My pee did stink pretty bad when I wet myself in the hall way. “You don’t have gym next period do you?” He smirked. “Of course I do! I’ll prove it to you!” I yelled at him. I ran off to gym class and slammed the door behind me, leading outside. Unfortunately, that wasn't the right exit either. “Honestly Hiroyuki!” A shapely girl rubbed her forehead at him. “What, it’s pretty obvious isn’t it? She’s carrying her wet clothes around and she smells like my grandmother.” “How can you be so stupid. You never state the obvious with insecure or naive girls.” I waited for Hiroyuki to pass by the hallway so I could head to my next class. It might have been my imagination, but I think my parts showed through the fabric from behind. It sure didn't want to hide my butt cheeks very well. Sweat built up under my purple bangs. “Hi Anzu!” I heard a male voice call out from behind me. I jumped out of my skin and turned around to see a familiar set of flaming orange hair that stuck out all over the place and a pair of red eyes. “Oh, hi Hiroshi.” “Hi, why are you wearing your gym uniform? Are you okay?” “I’m okay.” My eyes trailed off. "Did you pee your pants or something?” “No!! I was just on my way to, uh, gym?” “You're so obvious it's embarrassing!” “I'm not obvious! I just, uh, I had a schedule change! Yeah, that’s it! Hehehehe!” “Look, you’re just a bit freaked out about this whole mushroom thing. You and me both, but it’ll pass soon enough.” “What makes you say that?” “They’ll figure something out. They always do.” “Are you sure?” “Guaranteed!” He smiled with confidence, revealing his missing tooth, and shot me a thumbs up. He always knew how to cheer a girl up, but the mushroom still bothered me. What if the mushroom didn't go away. What if the government couldn't get rid of them before they destroyed all the farm land? I went inside as soon as I saw Hiroyuki pass through the hallway and said goodbye to Hiroshi. Next class was History with Akira Sensei. I loved my sensei from History class. She was always so funny and full of energy. “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD Morning class!” “Good morning.” we greeted. “Everyone take a seat, quickly! We have a lot to do today and so little time to do it!” Everyone seated themselves and awaited further instruction. “Now everybody get up! It’s time to go to an assembly!” She cheered. The class laughed as they stood up to follow her out the door. People’s hearts started pounding when they realized what the assembly would probably be about. Akira Sensei lead us outside where a man waited to explain things in detail. The whole school was outside to listen. “Good morning everyone!” The crowd stirred a little. “First of all, thank you for being mature about this. This is really the last thing we would want to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures.” Speaking of desperate, Hiroshi had been holding in a load since yesterday and his bowels were churning. He had his hands around his stomach as he hunched slightly over, The pressure felt like a weight in his abdomen. He could drop it at any moment. My bowels were acting up too. My bloomers began to ride up my cracks as I squirmed a little. Marcy didn't have too much luck either with her bowels, but she had some time. “So here’s what we’ll do from now on. You’ll be asked to use depends when you need the toilet, obviously. I’m sure you’re teachers already went over that with you. You will use depends from here on out until further notice, which could be months from now. You can not, I repeat, you can NOT, go on the ground anywhere. If you do the mushroom will cultivate in your area. Failure to comply with these strict orders can and will result in immediate arrest. You will be required to supply your own diapers or depends unless you have financial difficulty. If you think you qualify for financial assistance you can submit your request at www.publicemergencey.com, or you can submit at your local stores. They will have forms for you to sign." I felt the pressure increase in my bowels as he spoke. Hiroshi felt his starting to force its way into his briefs, but he held it in. "You will receive a weeks supply of free depends after you get your waists measured for sizing in the nurses office. When the assembly's over, you will return to your classes and resume your normal day. You will be called up to the nurse when they're ready for you. You will also be receiving new uniforms to go over your protection." He pulled out two pares of uniforms. One for girls and one for boys. They were an entirely different design then the ones we had, which was a plain white shirt, a red tie and green skirts with a white strip along the bottom. Our guys uniforms were just plain black suits. These uniforms were bigger and more elaborate. The skirt was elongated to fall to our knees. They were mush bigger and frillier then our green skirts. It was blue with several darker and lighter blue, intersecting strips. The shirt was elongated too. It was a white, frilly button up with a blue collar and a royal blue bow tie around the neck in contrast to the darker blue skirt. For the men, an elongated white button up with a royal blue tie and black dress pants. "Like em'? They'll be your new uniforms from here on out. And for gym..." He held out a plain white t-shirt and a pare of blue, baggy looking gym shorts. "This will be the gym uniform for men and ladies alike." I tapped my feet with anxiety, stepping from foot to foot and bouncing in place. The poop in me wouldn't stop pushing. If this guy didn't finish soon I would soil my bloomers right then and there. "As you know, the mushroom has infested vital farmlands, and it spreads through the air and infects your bowels believe it or not. That's why it's crucial that you cooperate so we can deal with the matter. Before you go and get fitted, we have port-a-potties available for use if you want to use the toilet before you put on your diapers. This will be your last chance ever so make it count. That's all.” Hiroshi hobbled over to the port-a-potties with his legs quivering. He felt one wave after another hit him, and he dropped a marble in his pants. Blushing profusely, he made his way to the lineups that formed at the doors. He stomped his feet on the ground and groaned. He crouched as the load weighed him down. “You wanna cut in front of me?” A girl asked him with the softest, sweetest voice. He didn't delay for one second. He seized the spot in front of her, with three people in front of him to wait for. “Thanks. Nngh!” Suddenly, a log slipped out and dropped into his briefs. “C-can he cut you guys, he really has to go.” That same girl requested the students in front of him. “Uh, yeah, sure.” They agreed. He was at the front of the line, but there was just one more person to wait for. He pounded on the door and begged while he hopped from foot to foot. “Jesus Christ, let me in! I’m going to shit my pants in a second!” “I’m sorry!” A cute voice replied. “I’ll just be a minute.” “Hurry!” He groaned. He dropped another load into his pants and it started to expand outward. He pulled his shirt over it to hide it while a snake started slithering out. “Jesus, hurry!!” “I’m going as fast as I can! Geez! You sound like my brother!” “You sound like my sister!! I’m messing myself here!!” “Okay okay, I’m coming!!” It was too late. He had completely lost control of his sphincter and he loaded his pants with rancid mud. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” “I’m out, I’m out!” The door busted open and out cam Marcy. “I didn't even finish.” He pushed right past her and locked the door behind him. “You’re welcome!” She retorted, but then she sniffed the air and plugged her nose. The other’s in the line followed suit. “Holly shit dude, did you shit yourself!?” “I’ve had enough shit for today, thank you!” He replied. Hiroshi pulled down his pants very carefully to reveal his white bulking briefs. He held it up to keep it from spilling in the wrong place and dropped his load in the toilet. Hiroshi found it difficult to wipe himself completely since the poop had mashed around in his pants and smeared against his cheeks. He went through at least twenty sheets of paper to fully clean himself, and another twenty or more to clean the inside of his briefs. He placed some toilet paper inside his man panties to keep his dirty underwear from rubbing against his skin again and pulled it up. A little bit of toilet paper hung outside the edges of his briefs as he pulled his pant up. “Are you coming out soon?” The sweet girl said. “I really gatta go!” She said, dancing in place with her hands in her crotch. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming!” He stepped out smelling funky for the rest of the day. The girl had three other people to wait for before she could see the light of relief. She bobbed in place anxiously while the line took it's time. At the foot of the door, she lost a small spurt in her panties before the guy in front of her emerged from the port-a-potty. She rushed past him and locked the door behind her. She leaked again before she managed to slide her underwear down and plant herself on the toilet seat. A jet of urine shot from her lips into the toilet as she finally relaxed herself. her pink and flowered underwear had a small wet spot on the front. I waited in line for the toilet, bouncing up and down with pressure in my abdomen. Finally the door opened and I rushed right in. I promptly lifted the toilet seat to find pee on the rim. “Thanks for cleaning up after yourself you pig!” I scolded. I quickly took some toilet paper off the walls to wipe up the mess while I did a potty dance in the port-a-potty. I felt the snake begin to slip out and I caught it just in time, but now my hands were preoccupied. My face flushed red at what I was about to do, but I swallowed my pride and took a deep breath “Un, excuse me! Could someone come in and help me?” I quivered. A snake slipped into my bloomers. “Hurry!!” “I’m coming in.” Said a girl with pink, long hair and green eyes. When she tried the door, it was locked. “Ooohh!” I moaned. “Are you going to be okay?” She asked. “Nooo!!” I whimpered. “Unlock the door for me and I’ll come in and help!” “I can’t!!” “...If it's that bad you could just go in your pants and throw your underwear down the toilet. It is a port-a-potty after all.” “Okay I’m unlocking it, I’m unlocking it!” I pressed as hard as I could to push the load back up, just long enough to take my hands away. I unlocked the door and my hands went right back down to my butt. It was so embarrassing asking someone to help me, but I didn't know what else to do. I already had a lump in my bloomers. The girl came in and locked the door behind her. “What’s the problem?” “The toilet, I need you to cover it up with toilet paper! Pleas hurry!” “S-seriously! Is THAT what’s holding you up?” “Hurry!!” Another long snake loaded my bloomers and they began to bulge and sag. The girl frantically covered the seat in toilet paper while I was completely losing my grip. My sphincter gave in and the muck just spilt into my bloomers. “There, go!!” The girl said. I quickly pulled down my bloomers and finished my business in the toilet. The mess flowed into the hole like tooth paste through my anus. The poop in my bloomers was in plain view for her to see. "Jeez, you weren't kidding." She said. "And you're worried about the toilet seat." I started to cry from the mess I already made in my bloomers. “Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that!” She patted my back. “It's okay. You made it for the most part.” “That’s the second time today!” I cried. “I don’t have anything else to change into!” When I finished and wiped myself, she dumped out my mess for me and wiped up the inside of my bloomers with toilet paper to the best of her ability. We took up to fifteen minutes to come out, making the other students mad at us. “Whew! That was close!” I heard Kyoko say from the next door port-a-potty. I was not going to enjoy wearing diapers.
  16. During the start of the twenty first century, Japanese scientist Mitsuyuki Ikeda developed a method for extracting proteins from feces, ultimately creating artificial steak that became known as poop burgers, turd burgers, and a number of other ridiculing names. For decades, people dismissed the idea as being unsanitary and just plain unpleasant. Additionally, the meat was worth twenty to thirty times that of typical steak. To remedy this, Mitsuyuki worked with a team of American genetic engineers to develop a more profitable way to extract the proteins. They genetically modified a kind of tropical fungus to devour the bacteria found in feces and produce the proteins they contained. While this method proved to be far more affordable, the psychological factors lead scientists to use this meat as animal feed. The fungus got into the meat it produced for livestock and infected them and the people who ate them. Though the infection proved to have minimal effects on human beings or their live stock, the fungus made it's way to the sewer drains into the ocean, climbed to shore and infested the land. At first people were intrieged with the mushrooms that began to grow in their yards, but it became a serious infestation that destroyed vital farm lands. With panic spreading faster than the “sewer mushrooms” as they called it, the government resorted to a desperate tactic they called “mushroom hunting.” This meant that the Japanese government would take extreme measures to prevent the fungus from spreading any further beyond its borders, and hopefully, putting the fungus to extinction. Chapter One My name is Anzu Kohaku. I was born here in Takahashi Japan. I have short, slick, light purple hair to match my eyes that falls to the bottom of my neck and curves slightly inward. I also have these stupid freckles on my big, puffy cheeks that my grandmother likes to pinch. Everyone always tells me they make me look cute, but I don’t like them. I’ve always been shorter than all the other students too, and I would always struggle in gym class. I’ll never be able to ask out Hiroyuki Rokou like this! Anyway, there’s been a serious mushroom infestation destroying crops lately. They say it infects people too, though they haven't found any serious symptoms yet. It just makes you poop a little different. However, I hope it doesn’t spread to Takahashi. It’s already spread to other parts of the world. Today should be a pretty normal day at school with my friends, Kyoko and Hiroshi. “Hi Kyoko!” I greeted. Kyoko was my best friend in the whole world. We’ve been friends since grade school. She has long, green, thick, wavy hair that falls all the way down to her lower back. Her body is amazing! The curvature of her hips, the size of her chest, and she’s 163cm tall (five foot two). I’m only 146cm, and I have a flat chest! Sometimes I wonder if I hang out with her because I like her or because I envy her! She’s had at least sixteen boy friends in her past. As for me, zero. My life stinks! “Hi Anzu. Have you seen Hiroshi?” “No, I haven’t seen him anywhere.” “Oh, I hope he’s not sick or something.” I hope he doesn’t have bowel mushrooms! I mused. “Anyway, did you hear?" Kyoko inquired. "The government’s going to try to stop the mushroom from spreading.” “Yeah. I heard their going to block off all the toilets in the area to keep people from using them.” "Why the hell would they do that?!" "They say it'll stop the mushroom from cultivating in the sewer lines until they can clean it out." “Really!” Kyoko rolled her eyes. “Why don’t they just give everyone medicine or something and do things normally for once?!” “I don't know.” I puzzled. "Do they even have medicines like that?" “Guess not.” “Yeah, because if they did, they'd probably be giving them to us right now.” “Yeah, I guess so. But how would you even go to the bathroom anymore? Pee in the bushes? Dig a hole in the ground?” “I don’t know.” Things have been getting pretty weird at the school lately with this mushroom going around. What if the food market colapses and we all starve! DX “Anzu, don’t look now but here comes Rokou san.” Hiroyuki Rokou?! The boy of my dreams?! The one with thick, wavey, dirty blonde hair and defined muscle tone?! The one with those luminous blue eyes who’s 171 cm tall?! The one who makes me wet myself every time I lay eyes on his angelic beauty?! “Hi Kohaku san!” He smiled warmly at me. “EEP! H-Hi R-Rokurou san!” I stuttered before he walked off. “Whew!” The bell rang for class to start and my friend and I had to go separate ways. My bladder’s starting to act up. I should probably use the toilet before I go to class, but if I’m late for sensei’s class again I’ll be suspended. I’ll just go next period. “I have an announcement to make about the mushroom before we start class this morning.” Said the sensei. He teaches biology, the most boring subject in school. “So, is it an actual mushroom that grows out of peoples butts?” Someone asked. The class snickered. “This is serious business guys. We could starve in the next ten years. As for your question, the fungus looks more like mold from the time of infection. It doesn't actually grow mushrooms inside your bodies, just mold at best. You wouldn't notice it though because it only feeds on your feces. It just makes your poop softer. When depleted, however, the fungus dose sprout mushrooms, and that’s where the real problem arises, because mushrooms have spores that the wind caries off in the air. New fungi are born from those spores when they get land on farm land, and that brings us to our announcement. To prevent the fungus from spreading through you, prepare yourselves, the government has issued strict orders for it's citizens in certain states to wear depends. Plumbers will be confiscating our toilets and replacing them with tiles until further notice.” The crowd began to buzz. “Diapers, really?!” one student retorted to another. “Why can't we just use port-a-potties!?” "Because port-a-potties are two expensive for the government to provide and we need the funds to deal with the main problem at hand." Sensei replied. “I know how disturbing it seems, but if you think about it, astronauts had to wear adult diapers in outer space during voyages. So it’s not completely out of the ordinary. “Gee, thanks!” Another student retorted. “It will feel very weird for the first week or two" "You think?" "But you’ll eventually get used to the idea. This is a matter of survival now, and we’ll do whatever it takes to deal with this situation.” Diapers!? How will I gain the courage to ask Hiroyuki out now?! And to think that he’ll be wearing diapers too, and my parents! This is so embarrassing! Stupid Mitsuyuki and his stupid poop burgers and his stupid experiments with his stupid mushrooms! Ooohhh! I really need the toilet now! I couldn't sit still. My bladder bulged at the thought of wearing diapers. I started shifting in my seat in a sad attempt to get comfortable. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs and shifting my butt back and forth. I tried really hard to sit still, but I couldn't concentrate on the lesson. It seemed to drag on. The clock ticked as slowly as possible just to make me mad. Only half way through class, my bladder became really full. I started rocking in my seat and pressing my hands into my crotch to stem the urge. “Are you okay Anzu?” Someone asked me. “Uh, y-yes, of course! Why wouldn’t I be? Hehehe! Eeep!” I through my hands down to my crotch as I felt a wet spurt of pee spit into my plain white panties and form a small dark spot. They had a sewn line that connected the panties around the groin area, you know, the standard type. Though the damage was minimal, it had begun. The lips of my girlhood felt wet and slippery, as if breaching the first line of defense. Now I had to manage with sheer will power. “Yeah, okay Anzu. Look, we’re all a little nervous about this whole thing. I hope this ends soon.” Nerves, when I thought about it, I figured it was nerves. “I hope so too!” I sighed. Nerves or no nerves, I still had to pee really badly. I felt my legs quivering from the pressure. Fifteen minutes had passed and I was double crossed. My double crossed legs bounced up and down and I rocked frantically back and forth. I could barely concentrate on my bladder, let alone the lesson. I just waited anxiously for the class to end so I could use the toilet. I couldn't stop groaning as the pressure wined at my flood gates. Another slippery spurt leaked in my underwear. My face burned red hot from the warm, gush of liquid now leaking onto the seat through my skirt. The dark spot on my panties grew into a marble, but the stain on my skirt was as big as my ear, making my whole crotch feel damp. A tear dripped from my eye when I looked up at the clock and realized I still had thirteen minutes to go. Three minutes had gone by and a slow, gradual stream of liquid oozed out and groped my butt cheeks. A puddle formed at the seat of my skirt bigger than a baseball, but I was stubborn. I felt wet and miserable sitting in my own toilet seat. I only hoped I could leave early enough to beat the line up at the toilets. I crammed my fists in my crotch to hold it, and I realized that it was my own weakness and fatigue that allowed spurts to come through. With every waking breath I felt myself slowly going insane. The clocked ticked exponentially slower until finally, a miracle happened. The bell rang. I sprang up from my wet seat when I was interrupted by my sensei. “Anzu!” He shouted promptly. I froze in place with my underwear dripping urine on the floor. The class erupted into shocked laughter seeing the obvious splotch on the back of my school uniform, a green skirt with a white strip along the bottom, a white shirt and red tie. It took at least a minute it seemed for the class to settle down. “I just need a couple of minutes to finish this up okay?” He smiled warmly. A couple minutes!? My heart sank. At that point I could barely wait two minutes if I was lucky, but I knew in my heard the line was building up at the door as we speak, and I’d have to get to my next class by the time the wait was over. I would have to sit through a whole other class like this. Tears streamed down my eyes. I sat in my puddle defeated. It took him three minutes to realize that he would need to continue the lesson tomorrow, and dismissed us. In a panic, everyone crammed their books in their bags. I rushed out the door with false hope and saw that the dreaded line was there. I waddled to my next class and sat down in the seat with my wet skirt, looking up at the clock. I poured my entire body and soul into keeping myself from getting any soggier. I just took deep breaths and meditated during the class to calm myself down. I tried to think about other things, like my friends, and Hiroyuki, the boy of my dreams. Despite the blaring, throbbing pain in my bladder, I was able to wait a little longer. I just challenged myself to go as long as I could without checking the clock. Pretty soon I found myself at a mental sleep state. “Anzu!” “Huh, oh, yes sensei?” “Pay attention, this is important.” There goes my happy place, at least my skirt dried a little bit. I dared to look up at the clock. Fifteen minutes. In all that time, only fifteen minutes had passed. I felt my crotch lips spazing out as they spilled drop after drop into the seat. My panties were soaked to the bone by now. I quivered at the warm slippery feeling of pee drenching the bottom of my skirt. I forced my fist into my crotch and managed to stem the flow. By that time the puddle had grown to the size of a basketball, easy. I crushed my vagina in the clench of my fist until it hurt, but it was the only thing pinching off the flow. The front of my skirt got wet from the panties underneath. I just had to hold it until the end of class. I began to shiver and sweat. My body grew cold. My mind began to go numb. I squirmed in my seat like an angry eel in a pot of boiling water. My butt squirmed in my wet seat and my legs rubbed hard against each other, shifting left and right, up and down, all around. There was no rhyme or reason to my patterns at that point. I just squirmed randomly as the pressure pressed hard enough to compete with the clutch of my hands. Another long squirt slipped through my skirt and past my fingers. I checked the clock at least every five minutes, if I was lucky, then soon I started checking the clock every thirty seconds. I still had twenty four minutes to go till the end of class. To make matters worse, I felt pressure coming from my bowels. It couldn't get any worse. “Anzu. You think you can help me solve this? I always forget how to cross cancel here.” I froze. “Anzu, can you come up and help me solve this?” Tears started to flood my eyes. I quivered with desperation. I felt a sudden, long stream of pee leak before I got a grip again. The puddle started to peak out from under my skirt. “No sensei!” I cried. “I can’t!” “Why not?” She puzzled. I paused for a long time with my face all but catching fire. “I need the toilet!” “Toilet, why didn’t you say so!? Hurry, before you regret it!” My brain just blew a fuse. Why didn't I just ask!???? Without a moments delay, I tried to stand up, but the rock hard pressure in my bladder forbade me to move. The class stared in awe as they watched. “I can’t move!” I cried. “Uh oh! Marcy?” She looked over at a Swedish transfer student. “Can you help her?” “Yeah!” She promptly got up and rushed over to my rescue, but I couldn't move. She was the thinnest, lankiest, most flat chested girl in the school, even more flat chested than me, but slightly taller too. She had a bright, highlight blond ponytail braided down to her upper back. She tried to hoist me out of my seat. “STOP STOP, Stop! I'm gunna!” I groaned and whimpered. A powerful, audible jet of urine shot through my fingers and the puddle became more visible. My fragile tissue hung on by a mere pinky. She quickly shot her hand under my butt and lifted me up without breaking a sweat. She felt short, spazmic jets of pee shooting against her hand. She ran out of the room, cradling me in one arm while opening the door with the other. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Every one saw it. She put me down and let me stand on my own. She saw short strings of pee spill from under my sopping wet skirt while I still had my hands rammed in the hole. “Uh, oh! You think you’re going to make it?” “I don’t…” “Just hold it a little longer, we’re almost there okay?” Without saying a word, I let her drag me across the hall way, holding one of my hands. I got a grip and managed to hold it in until we got around the corner, but my heart started pounding when I heard activity going on where the toilets were. My pupils dilated. The plumbers had already come to take our toilets, and we didn't even have diapers yet. It crushed me. I stood in the hallway next to Marcy and let the pee spray into the ground. It flooded my panties completely. A wet splotch crept down the front of my skirt and my pee spilled into the ground below, flowing down my legs and flooding my black, slip-on shoes and short white socks. I sobbed openly in the hallway while Marcy looked away to give me privacy. “Don’t worry about it.” She perked while urine flooded my butt with wet stickiness. It flooded my entire spine with putrid shame. I buried my face in my hands. I wanted to die. I wanted someone to just shoot me with a tranquilizer, or better yet, a bullet. I wanted to puke. “Hey hey hey! Cripes, it’s not that big-a-deal! I peed my pants in the car once!” I tried to calm down a little as I hiced. “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll join you.” "W-wait, what?!" She pinched her skirt between her legs and stood there for a minute or two before I noticed pee trickling down her legs and a splotch sprawling over the front and back of her skirt. Marcy’s pee sprinkled into the floor and added to my puddle, making her socks wet too. The plumbers took notice and tried not to stare until their boss out-right smacked them upside the head. “Get to work!” He scolded. Marcy and I took notice. I have to admit, it did make me feel better to see that I wasn't alone any more. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal. "Feel better?" "You didn't have to do that." I told her. "Sure I did. It made you stop crying didn't it? Now let’s go get cleaned up.” We walked down to the locker rooms where we’d fetch our gym uniforms. That's the end of Chapter one.
  17. From the album: Sketches & Ideas

    I think visiting this community inspires me to art, because after reading this post I had the urge to draw what I described on my comment! *chukles* So, thanks so much to folks for the inspiration! To who started the post as well as the others who commented and liked my post, y'all are awesome! As I was saying on the post, I think it's awesome and a turn on when someone says "please" like in this context, why? Well, cos this means that they aknowledge that things are out of their control, and they think their only hope it's to call the help of an force who is way more powerful than themselves, and who watches for their well being. And that's just so adorable! And the french talking it's always the coolest and sexiest part! 😄 Also, I like it cos I can relate in a deep level to this situation. When I've been really really desperate and I feel I'm loosing the hope to find a bathroom I've done this to God. And He haven't failed me cos I haven't went in my pants on public since that accident I had when I was 7. Oh and yeah, this is the character I was talking about on that post, heheh.
  18. Prologue I Jean sat idly typing away on the keyboard of the cyclopean computer in front of her, slowly sipping her iced tea in an attempt to cool herself down. The combination of heat being expelled from the running equipment and a heavy labcoat made her feel uncomfortably warm in contrast to the light snow flurry outside the sterile walls of the laboratory building. She brushed her auburn hair out from in front of her face, pulling it back into a ponytail. The sound of a familiar voice pierced her concentration. "Still have your face glued in the screen, huh? We should probably be out of here soon, the university wants all the buildings closed off by 10 tonight. They are the one's paying for our little experiment after all." Jean motioned for the blonde haired woman standing behind her to come over and look at the screen. "Ashley, come over here. I think i found the frequency we're looking for. I'm going to test it before i leave." Ashley walked over to the now furiously typing Jean to see the screen. She put her hand to her chin before speaking. "That looks an awful lot like the one that caused a short and fried the power for the whole building last time we fired this thing up. Besides, we should really wait for Donovan to be here. He won't be happy if he knows you're doing things under his nose... again." "Donovan, Donovan!" Jean growled. "That bastard took most of the credit for the paper that got us the funding for this, a paper i did most of the math for, mind you. I'll be damned if i let him take credit for any more of my work." Ashley put her fingers to her temples. "Listen, it's late. We need to be out of here in 30 minutes. Lets just wait and check the math tomorrow. Besides you should get home, see Ja..." Ashley's eyes got wide as she caught herself in what she just said. Jean abruptly stopped typing. "I'm sorry!" Ashley said. "I forgot about Jack-" Jean interrupted. "Forgot that Jack was screwing some dumb bimbo behind my back? I almost did too, thank you very much for reminding me!" Jean said with a sarcastic edge as she returned to her typing. She stood up and opened the door leading into a room behind a window in front of the computer she was working at. "I don't think you're understanding this Ash, we could be seconds away from rewriting all of quantum mechanics." She placed two small rods of quartz into two champers on opposite sides of the small, otherwise empty room. "Linking two objects on the quantum level, sharing energy, information, everything across infinite distance. I could end up in the history books for this." She raised the back of her hand, extending her middle finger, towards a portrait of a man with black hair and a goatee. "I don't want to let Donovan end up there instead of me." "Hey, at least you would be the subject of a documentary about underappreciated female scientists 60 years from now." Ashley said with a awkward laugh. "Yes, thats more than enough." Jean said, rolling her eyes. She walked back into the larger room and shut the metal door behind her before sitting back down at the computer, "Hey, hey, it was just a joke. Listen, just sleep on this, you might catch a problem. I don't want to get chewed out again-" "What was that? Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of destiny calling!" Jean yelled before hitting one final key on the computer. Sparks of lightning shot from the two chambers in the machine. Jean smiled widely as a blue light filled the room. "Ha! Look at these readings, i told you this would work!" She stared down at the screen as the two rods began to vibrate in synchronicity. The sound of warning alarms filled the room. Ashley stepped back. "Somethings wrong, shut it down and get out of here!" Ashley yelled. Jean looked at the brilliant azure light emanating from the chamber. A bolt of blue electricity beamed from the chamber, penetrating the radiation shielding glass, and striking her directly. Jean fell to the ground as the world went back. "Jean? Jean!" Ashley yelled. "Oh God, i think her heart stopped! I need to call a doctor! I need too- I need too_" Ashley said as she started to hyper ventilate. Jean slowly sat up from the ground. "Shut up, you're making my headache 10,000,000% worse." Jean groaned. Her vision split for a second, showing three identical copies of everything in the room, save for Ashley, who's copies differed slightly, having one with pastel clothing and another with a denim skirt instead of her usual pants, and the paining of Donovan which looked the same in one copy while having a picture of a woman that looked like Jean in another. Before she could process anything, her vision returned to normal. "I think that hit me harder than i thought." She said before standing up. "Oh thank God, i thought you where dead." Ashley said before pulling Jean into a hug. "Don't scare me that way again!" "I'll try not to piss off Zeus again" she said with a chuckle, being interrupted by her pounding headache. "More importantly, how's the computer... and why are all the lights off?" she asked looking around. "I tripped the breakers again, didn't I?" "I hope that's all. But we need to get you to the hospital, who knows what that freaky blue lightning did to you." "Relax, i feel fine, just a little light headed. I just need to sleep it off." Jean said. She started towards the door before feeling a strong and previously unnoticed pang in her abdomen. Her knees clasp tightly together as she suddenly became aware of a need she wasn't aware of a few moments ago. "Damn, near death experiences take a number of you old girl." she thought to herself. She contemplated walking to the restroom before Ashley chimed in. "At least let me drive you home, and promise to go to the hospital if you feel bad." Jean adjusted her stance and nodded. "Sure, i don't feel like walking back now anyway." The two of the shuffled down to Ashley's car and began the five minute drive back to her apartment. She shakily sad down in the seat, letting her arms fall limp as she leaned back. Her needs began growing uncomfortably quickly. feeling a sudden desire to shove her hands between her legs. "Did that shock weaken my muscles or something? Should be temporary but it's weird." She thought to herself in a mixture of concern and scientific curiosity. Ashley pulled into the parking lot of Jean's apartment building. Before Ashley could say anything, Jean shot up and out the door. "See you later Ash, thanks for the ride!" Jean ran up to the door of the building and hastily swiped her card before running in. She turned at the elevator and ran to the lobby's bathroom. After she walked in, her head began to pound furiously again. Her vision split again, turning some of the stalls into changing tables and others into what she though were urinals. "What the fu..." She thought to herself as her body shivered. She was snapped out of her daze by a slight feeling of warm dampness growing between her legs. "OH MAN!" she squealed before shoving her hands between her legs, causing her slightly damp panties to press up against her womanhood. "Did i just piss myself?!" She thought to herself, looking down to inspect the damage. She saw a small, almost unnoticeable dark spot on her pants. "I hope no one sees that before i go up to my room." She regained her strength as her split vision returned to normal. She removed her hands from between her legs and hastily walked to the nearest stall. She yanked down her pants and underwear and slammed down on the toilet seat before releasing a torrent into the bowel beneath her. "I really need to stop putting this off when i'm working." She thought t herself. Having rectified her situation, she ran up to the elevator and road it to her room on the 7th floor. She walked in and pealed off her clothes after locking the door. She climbed into her empty king sized bead and stared over to the top drawer of her nightstand. "Well..." she said as she opened the drawer "at least i can use one of these without him giving me that stupid look of his." She said, pulling out a vibrator from the drawer. She turned it on, moving it past her waist just as her head began to bang again. "Not again, maybe i should go to the doctor..." Prologue II Jean sat idly typing away on the keyboard of the cyclopean computer in front of her, chugging a beer in an attempt to cool herself down. The combination of heat being expelled from the running equipment and a heavy labcoat made her feel uncomfortably warm in contrast to the light snow flurry outside the sterile walls of the laboratory building. She pull her shoulder length her auburn hair out from in front of her face, pushing it back behind her. The sound of a familiar voice pierced her concentration. "Looking up porn on the job huh, just because no one else is here at this hour, doesn't mean you should do it." A blonde haired woman in a skirt and lab coat joked with a chuckle. The quip brought back embarrassing memories of the time Jean was caught looking at porn in the library computer after working all night on a project. "Oh shut up cunt, remember i'm technically your boss." Jean quipped back. "Keep telling yourself that, the only one that treats you like you're in charge in Donovan." The blonde woman said as she walked over to the screen. "Well, maybe i should kick you and give him your job Ashley." "Ha, replace me with that dumb stud, you're hilarious." Ashley joked, looking down at the screen. "By the way, the bean counters at the university told me to tell you to leave for the night. They want to shut up all the buildings soon." "But i'm sooo close!" Jean yelled. "I found the code that'll do it, i know it." "Is this like all the other times you found the code?" "Nothing at all like those, thank you. I'll do it tonight. I know it." Jean said, placing two quartz rods into separate chambers inside a room behind the computer. "Shouldn't you just wait, we need to leave soon. Besides that math looks a little... shaky. Maybe you should sleep on this? Besides, don't you think Jacky boy will get lonely? I swear if i had a boyfriend with a jaw line like that i wouldn't be staying late at work." Ashley said looking up from the computer. Jean slammed the metal door behind her before walking over to the computer. "Did i touch a nerve?" Ashley asked. "I found out yesterday that he was cheating on me so i kicked him out." Jean growled. "Oh... Sorry, i didn't-" "I don't want to talk about it, help me fire this thing up. This is going to be one for the history books." Jean yelled as she typed in a final line of code. As Ashley pulled a leaver on the other side of the room, sparks of lightning erupted from the twin chambers, filling the room with a deep red glow. The two began celebrating as the readings from the two rods began to synchronize. "I told you it was going to work!" Jean yelled. As she started recording the readings from the experiment, a warning alarm began to sound. Jean started frantically typing away. "What the fuck?" Ashley stepped back. "It's gonna blow, get down!" Jean looked into the chamber as a bolt of Crimson lightning erupted out towards her, striking her, knocking her several feet back and to the ground. "Jean? Jean! This isn't funny, get up!" Ashley yelled, picking Jean's seemingly lifeless body up from the ground. "We've got to get you to the hospital." "I'm.... I'm fine." Jean said, stepping away from Ashley. "Uggg, my head. I feel like i was hit by a fucking Sam truck." "Don't scare me like that again Jean! I though you fucking died." Ashley yelled. "Just a little static discharge." Jean said, shaking her head. Her vision seemed to momentarily distort and split, replacing the picture of herself she had on the wall with a portrait of one of their assistants Donovan and splitting Ashley into three copies, one with pants and another with a almost childish pastel outfit. "The fuck?" she asked to herself before her vision returned to normal. "You want to go to this hospital?" Ashley asked. "No, the only medicine i need is served out of a shaker, want to stop at AJ's? It's on both our way's home." Jean asked, wrapping a scarf around her neck. Ashley shook her head for a moment. "Only you would want to get drunk after being struck by lightning." Ashley quipped. "So you don't want to get sloshed?" Jean asked "Fuck no, of course i want to go for a drink, but i wasn't the one struck by fucking lightning." Ashley said, replacing her lab coat with a normal winter coat. The two of them walked out into the winter cold, departing on a short walk to the nearest bar. AJ's, a bar known for being the closest bar to a college, and for little else. They stormed into the nearly empty bar and sat down in their usual seats. They's become a bit of a fixture by this point, coming in nearly every weekday at around this time, usually complaining about something or sharing ideas. The bar tender Rebekah strolled around to them. "Let me guess, hurricane and a bloody marten?" She asked. "Something harder, i don't want to remember the last 37 hours." Jean said. The two of them sat their for the next half an hour, swamping stories, immature jokes, and more than a few complains about men. "I tell you" Jean said before hiccuping "I don't know what he expected. He wanted more commitment? Really? I wasn't hunting for side dick or anything! It was him or nothin! It didn't mater if he wasn't in the mood or something, i did my part!" She yelled swinging her empty glass around. "Fill her up again!" "I don't know, men are fucking... gay right?" Ashley said with a laugh. "They're, like, so confusing. Sometime i wish i was a lesbian, then i wouldn't have to deal with their bullshit!" "Yeah!" Jean said. "That'd be awesome! Except for the whole fucking chicks part, but everything else sounds great! "Yeah, how the fuck does that even work? Like do they just..." Ashley clapped her hands together and rubbed them up and down with a laugh. "Yeah. FUCK MEN! wait... DON'T FUCK MEN!" Jean yelled Rebekah gestured at the two of them. "I'm cutting both of you off now, go home." "Fuck you, cunt!" Jean yelled. "I decide when i've had enough! And i haven't had enough yet! More Boooooze!" Jean yelled. Ashley grabbed her shoulder. "Nah, nah, we should go Jean. it's late and i'm sleepy." "Fine, but i'm gonna get... Twice as drunker tomorrow!" Jean said as she stumbled outside. The two of them stumbled their way down the street towards their respective homes as Jean felt a nagging feeling between her legs. Jean stopped and set her hand on a tree before making sure the streets were empty and turning away from the road. "Hold on, i need to piss." Jean pulled the front of her skirt up, revealing a tight fitting pair of panties with a slit in the front that was buttoned closed. She undid the button with her free hand while her other hand supported her weight against the tree. She moved her fingers into a V shape in front of her slit and spread her legs before sighing and releasing a clear stream onto the tree. "Ahhhhh..." She looked over her shoulder to see that Ashley was doing the same thing on the side of a nearby building. Her head hurt for a second, causing Ashley to appear in threes again, one that was squating, and another that looked almost like she was wearing a- Her focus was broken, causing her hand to move, splashing her dying stream on her panties and her left stocking. "Fuck!" she shouted, abruptly stopping her stream. Her vision returned to normal. "Did you just piss yourself!" Ashley said with a laugh. "Shut up cunt!" Jean said as she walked towards her apartment. A short journey plagued by minor headaches lead her back to her apartment. She road the elvator up to her apartment, rushing through the door hoping that no one would see her. Jean pealed all of her clothes off and jumped into bed. She pulled her laptop into bed and turned it on, opening a incognito window. "I still don't know why i bother with these, it's not like anyone will check my search history." She surfed through video's for a few minutes, slowly massaging herself underneath her blanket. As she landed on a video of a man in a nurse uniform being pinned down by a woman playing the role of a escaped mental patient, her head started to throb again. "Uggg, i feel tired all of a sudden..." Prologue III... coming sometime later this week. And yes, the fact that they both get clam jammed is a joke about prologues not having a climax.
  19. I have had several tiny head cannon fictions and fanfiction over the years, quite a few having to do with omorashi. by tiny I mean that if the part I had established was acted out it would probably last let than two minutes, maybe not even one. I think there may be others that are like me in this respect, so here is a thread to post it on. As is, I need to get to bed, so I will have to post later. But don't worry, it's coming.
  20. Preface: It's been a while. I've been busy like a crazy person, and I keep getting sick which is a bummer. However, for all you guys and gals who have been eagerly anticipating this (There's gotta be at least two people, right?), here is part two of Planet of Desperation. Just like last time, it will consist of four chapters; full of intrigue, aliens, and Omorashi-based science. Enjoy! If you want to read the previous four chapters, you can find them here. Chapter 5 - Remains of Tension This chapter was proofread by @MasterXploder, who writes awesome videogame and anime-related Omo-stories. Read his latest story at this link. Yellow Crystals. Urene. Lea's mind was racing. How was this possible? The 600 ml beaker which had been about three quarters full of her pee now contained clear liquid, a red rust-like pigment, and what seemed to be honest-to-goodness Urene. But what did this even mean? Lea simply had to investigate. She suddenly realized her panties were still awkwardly hooked to the side of her lady bits, and her skirt was bunched up, revealing all. It would have been highly embarrassing if anyone walked in on her. She swiftly brought her skirt down, locked the door and got some paper to wipe herself. Lea wanted with all of her being to investigate the crystals, but she knew that wasn't wise, not right now. There would be a class here soon, and while Sarah Lee may have hyped the idea that they would be attempting to create their own Urene, Lea knew no-one had actually expected it to work. If the truth got out, she might not get the chance to investigate at all. Lea made her decision - she would come back, after classes were over. She'd tell Lee her findings, of course, but she had to sate her curiosity first. She put the lid back on the test tube, stashed it in the cupboard far in the back, and hurried back to class. The remainder of Lea's day was quite a drag. She got scolded for being late, of course, and there was not a chance in hell she'd be able to focus in class; not with this kind of anticipation. Another factor was her bladder. Her emergency pee had brought her need under her control, but her muscles were tired, and by lunch she felt quite full again. Her next toilet time read 12:31, so she felt confident that she would make it this time. The final half-hour was agony, regardless. Lea was once again hanging out with her friends, Erisa and Meranda, while they were eating. The situation was a little different compared to yesterday, though. "S-so, what did you end up writing about for your history assignment, Merand..ah..!" Lea had felt mostly in control so far, but a sudden spike in desperation forced her to cross her legs under the table. Meranda was the first to speak. "Got bad times? I can spare you one in about an hour if it's an emergency." Erisa, too, gave her a worried look, but stayed silent. Lea shook her head. "N-No, I've got a time coming up in just fifteen minutes. I'm pretty sure I'll be fine." Lea's desperation was of a quite different nature than before; her bladder wasn't so full that she'd normally be at her limit - but she hadn't been able to empty her bladder completely for over a day at this point. Her hold was faltering, but she could stay strong for just a little longer. Five minutes before her time, Lea excused herself and left the table on somewhat shaky legs. The A-block bathroom was just outside the cafeteria, but the fact that Lea was now on her way to the toilet seemed to reinforce her hold somewhat. When she made it to the toilet, she found another girl waiting for the bathroom - she probably had a time coming up soon. Lea wondered if she was going before or after the girl, herself. After just a few seconds, the girl checked her wrist, then entered the bathroom. The girl had not seemed very desperate, only perhaps a little annoyed. Lea would have liked nothing more than to ask the girl if they could trade times; but as a natural consequence of the toilet directives, people were a lot less keen to give up a visit to the bathroom to a stranger - even temporarily. Lea couldn't help to imagine the girl plonking her butt on the seat, tinkling away even though Lea herself was far more desperate. She longed to do the same herself, releasing her pent-up urine and finally fully relieving herself after so- "Eeep!" Lea erased her train of thought as a rivulet of pee entered her panties. She had to get into the bathroom soon, or things were going to get dangerous. Three minutes later, and the girl had still not left the toilet. At this point, Lea's eyes were watering. It wasn't fair - her toilet time had already started, it should be her turn now. She could walk all the way to the B-block toilet, but if she did she would wet herself for sure. The margin you were given for your toilet time was about ten minutes - so Lea wasn't going to become locked out, but ten minutes felt like ten hours at this rate. Lea gasped as a drop left her. After what felt like an eternity, the girl left the toilet. Lea still couldn't enter, as all toilets locked themselves automatically for three minutes after they had been used. When the toilet became available again, the hand sign by the door would turn from red to green. Lea desperately looked at her wrist to get the time. 12:32 Three minutes was such a long time. At this point, Lea felt even worse than she had felt this morning. Then, her bladder had been filled to the brim, but now she kept leaking and could do nothing to stop it. She grit her teeth and buried her hands under her skirt. A Hundred and sixty... A hundred and sixty-one... "Ah...!" A hundred and sixty-two... Lea counted the seconds until her relief in her head. When she made it to a hundred and eighty seconds, she opened her eyes, and brought her hand to press the button that would be her salvation. It was still red. Lea practically short-circuited. She had primed her body to push the button, rush into the bathroom, and then pee. Now that her step one had failed, her body didn't know what to do anymore. She started peeing. For a second, she felt like the control she had over her own body was in free-fall. Her bladder and tired muscles just couldn't take it anymore - she was peeing as though she was sitting on a toilet. In her panties. The button became green. Lea was brought back into reality. Her entire body became tense as she forced herself to stop peeing. Time stopped around her, it seemed. Her body still remembered her three-stage plan. Button, rush, relief. At this point, holding her bladder felt like holding her breath. The instant her butt was one the seat, her pee started as though it had never stopped. Her stream just kind of coming out of her - anyone watching would think it was a completely ordinary pee until they noticed for how long she was going for. She no longer had any energy left to make it come out at any slower, or any faster. Even if she had tensed up her entire body right now, her bladder would still empty itself at the same rate as before. Lea peed, and peed, and peed. Her bladder had not felt this full, and she wondered if her long hold had affected her senses in some way. Considering she had already let out a not insignificant volume into the beaker earlier, she couldn't help but wonder just how much she had been holding in. After she had finally finished with her massive pee, she felt a lot more clear-headed. She quickly checked her panties - they weren't exactly dry, but they were holding up a lot better than Lea expected. If she cleaned them out now, it didn't seem she'd have to replace them. This only added to Lea's relief - having to get a new pair would eat out quite a big slice of her savings. Now that Lea's pee situation was finally solved, she could focus on the more important matter at hand - Urene. As she spent a little bit of time cleaning up, a plan was forming. She wanted to investigate the Urene she had created. However, she wasn't ready to reveal her secret to the teachers yet, since she really wasn't sure she'd be allowed to handle the sample if she did. This meant gaining access to the chemistry lab before the weekend. Lea wasn't sure how she would go about this - sneaking into the lab after the school closed was an option, but that would require stealing the keys, which seemed way too risky. Lea tried another train of thought. Afterschool clubs made use of classrooms for a while after school. If she could start a club, she might gain access to the chemistry lab without anyone suspecting her. However, if she were to go the route, she needed a partner in crime. Someone with the scientific curiosity to keep quiet about this for a while. Someone with a good enough track record that they'd be considered responsible enough to start a club in the chem lab. As Lea considered this, she left the bathroom, only to be greeted by a familiar face. "Oh! Hi, Leanore!" It was Elsanova, her chemistry lab partner from yesterday. "Got a toilet time coming up, but I'll see you on Chemistry class next week." Elsanova moved towards the bathroom door to wait for the hand sign to change color to green. Lea nodded, then headed down the hallway. However, after one minute and thirty seconds, she turned to head back to the toilet. As she returned, she saw Elsanova press her hand onto the hand sign, then enter. Lea waited outside the bathroom. She had found her partner in crime.
  21. Before opening her eyes, Lynne gradually awoke. The feeling of a subtle chill on her skin brought her to a half-awake state. Her fingers and toes wiggled in the stuffy air of the chamber as her eyes perceived the gradually-brightening light. After a few attempts, she drowsily opened her eyes and maintained a sleepy gaze. Her frail attempts at making fists marked the beginnings of true re-animation. From inside of the frosted, circular window, she noticed the nurse pressing buttons and heard mumbled speech. Slowly, her pod shifted her body from laying flat to sitting at an angle. As she further gained consciousness, she licked her dry lips and groaned at the murmur of her empty stomach. A sudden hiss startled her, and she continued to flex her weakened muscles. The chamber door finally swung open, causing her to delicately shield her eyes with her frail hands. Lynne continued to focus up, finally recognizing Nurse Diane and her assistant. As the murmurs of speech became more clear, Lynne heard bits and pieces of Diane's medical analysis. As Diane spoke, her assistant diligently filled out a form on a handheld computer. "128 pounds...internal temperature is at...5 foot 6". She started to wake up more rapidly, highly conscious of her hunger and thirst. Towards the end of the examination, she saw Diane briefly lift her gown, stare at her crotch, and say "She's wet, up to the fourth mark. Better put her on the list". Attempting to speak through her painfully dry throat, Lynne croaked "What?" Diane turned to her. "Oh, talking already! You must be starving. Petra, bring the tray over here please." Her assistant responded "Right away, Diane!", then wheeled a tray over. On the tray was a tall glass of water, a bowl of oatmeal, and a banana. Next to the food was a spoon upon a napkin. Gaining strength, Lynne immediately reached for the glass of water. "Careful now!" Diane warned, steadying Lynne's shaky grip on the glass. Lynne began by taking short sips, but quickly increased the pace, gulping down the water. She smiled, took a moment to breathe, and reached for the spoon. She stirred the oatmeal and ate small spoonfuls from the edges as Nurse Diane filled her in. "We're in orbit above Tau 6001 now. You and your fellow cadets will embark for the surface soon. This is your first time going through hypersleep, right?" Lynne nodded, rapidly shoveling the oatmeal into her empty stomach. "Can I have some more water, please?", she asked. "Sure thing!" Petra cheerfully replied. Petra walked over and fetched the empty glass. She bent over to reach a small faucet, refilled the glass, and returned it to Lynne. Lynne's motions grew increasingly stable, and she barely shook when she downed the second glass. With her newfound strength, she found the task of flexing and making a fist easier. She felt less cold, and her shivers were gone. Lynne attempted to move her legs. She felt something thick, soft, and squishy between her thighs. Curious, she lifted her gown to see what she was wearing. From her brief, embarrassed glimpse, she surmised that she was wearing a thick, tabbed diaper. Moreover, her face turned beet red when she realized that it was soaking wet. Before she could speak, Diane chimed in. "We remove the urine-catching system a few hours before you wake up, to test your bladder muscles under normal sleep." She paused, gathering her thoughts. Lynne anxiously waited. "There's probably no need to worry, but since you had an accident we put you on a watch list--" Lynne interrupted, frustrated and embarrassed: "What kind of list?! Who will know about this?!" Diane maintained her composure. "It's a medical list, so patient confidentiality will be kept up. It's a preliminary list for candidates that may have endured some, let's say, bladder weakening." Lynne, desperately attempting to regain her composure, asked "preliminary list?" Diane nodded. "We recommend that you be changed into a fresh pull-up to test your daytime bladder control. If you wet yourself again, we'll see to it that you get the care you need." Scoffing at the idea, Lynne replied coldly "I do not need to wear a diaper. You can take me off your list." Slightly less sure, she added "This was just a one-time thing, I only uhhh... used the diaper because of the hypersleep drugs." Diane attempted to reassure Lynne: "This is a very common occurrence. Girls coming out of hypersleep in a wet diaper aren't always experiencing bladder weakening, but you'll be glad if you are protected later." Seeing Lynne's disheartened expression, Diane added "And it's not a diaper, it's a pull-up. No-one will notice under your jumpsuit. And really, lots of other girls will be wearing pull-ups too. It's just a precaution. If you can manage to stay dry for just six hours, you'll be taken off of the preliminary list." Lynne smirked. "I told you, I don't need to wear a diaper. I get that you don't think much of cadets and all, but this is just ridiculous." Diane sighed, knowing that Lynne had made up her mind. "You don't have to wear the pull-up. Just let me take this off of you so you can get a shower. Orientation begins in twenty-eight minutes. Your jumpsuit and belongings are in the shower room." Uncertainly, Lynne replied "Okay..." as Diane lifted her gown. Lynne turned away with a beet-red face as she heard the ripping sound of four tabs being undone. "Lift up, please," requested Diane. Lynne lifted her butt, allowing Diane to slide the soaking garment from beneath her. Lynne looked at the diaper briefly; the massive set of padding was completely yellowed. Diane set it in a deep trash can bearing a bio-waste symbol. Excited to bathe herself, Lynne felt the sticky, residual urine on her skin. Quietly, she thanked Diane, then swiftly moved to the shower room in the center. As she drew closer to the shower room, Lynne heard the excited hubbub of newly-awoken cadets beneath the comforting heat of a long-needed shower. Though the floor was someone cold to her bare feet, Lynne felt a drop of sweat running down her leg. At least, that's how she perceived it.
  22. These side stories are part of a series known as Planet of Desperation, set in a fictional future with alien federations, toilet-regulations and omorashi-based science, oh my! You can read the first part of the main story here. Reading the first two chapters before delving into the side stories is probably a good idea, to get a better feel for the setting. The first side-story, Sleeping Beauty, will feature supporting character Ceel Heart and takes place before the events of Planet of Desperation, part 1. Ceel Heart - Sleeping Beauty [Desperation] [Free Peeing] Ceel Heart was a mess. A half-asleep, frantic, stressed out mess. She was sitting in class, but the lecture was hardly registering. This was her final class of the day, which in Ceel's head meant that in just a few hours someone was going to drug her and poke her eyes with various sharp objects. She'd had a vision fault most of her life, and last week she had finally worked up the nerve to get it fixed. It was a simple procedure, Federation technology made it so, they even did this to little kids! That is what Ceel had been telling herself, but it was still affecting her gravely. She had barely slept this past week! After class she immediately made her way to the school toilets. She had a toilet time scheduled, and it was going to be her last one before the procedure. Removing her panties and plonking her butt on the seat, she readied her body to release her waste and stress. But for some reason, she couldn't. Even spreading her legs and nethers, her body was too tense to relax. After a few minutes, she became very annoyed, having her nude butt on the toilet without actually peeing was very uncomfortable. She decided she didn't need to go that bad and left the bathroom before it kicked her out. Ceel had always thought that the hospital building was a little strange. Half of the thing was a normal-looking hospital building, but the other half was a federation facility, like some freak science experiment had fused the two buildings together. Ceel entered the building and grabbed a waiting ticket and took a seat. While waiting, Ceel stared intently at her ticket and tightly held it in both hands. After just a minute her number was called. She walked up to the counter. "U-um. I have an appointment booked. Ceel Heart.." At this, the lady at the counter swiftly went through some papers. "Ceel Heart... Yes, just follow the red hallway until you reach a room with a big four on it. I will inform the doctor you are here, as well" After a slight pause, Ceel followed the instructions. The doctor was slightly intimidating. He was very tall and seemed to take up a lot of space in the room, even though he was fairly scrawny. When Ceel entered, he flashed a disarming smile. Ceel awkwardly tried to smile back, but at this point she was quaking in her boots. "Please have a seat, Miss Heart." The tall man pointed her in the direction of a comfy-looking chair. "As you may be aware, this hospital is connected to a federation facility. In there, only federation operatives and select medical professionals are allowed. However, your operation will take place in there. As you have been made aware, you will be drugged during this procedure. Not only for your comfort, but also to preserve Federation interests. Now, a lot of people might find this uncomfortable, however..." The doctor went on a tangent about fears and phobias about being operated on by federation people. Ceel wasn't worried about aliens, she was worried about people digging around in her eyes. "...And that is why you have nothing whatsoever to fear. Please change into this gown, then lie down on this table, I will return in just a minute or two and we can start with the procedure." Ceel stiffly followed the instructions. While waiting for the doctor to return, Ceel felt a bit of a twinge in her bladder. It was getting fairly full. Ceel had a particularly large bladder, and she hadn't wet the bed since early childhood, so she wasn't particularly worried. Still, it annoyed her; if she had been able to pee before she wouldn't be uncomfortable now. But moreso than that, waiting was making her extremely anxious. When the doctor returned, she knew she would have to be ready for the operation to start. Ceel's mind was a haze. The doctor had returned with a nurse, and administered the sleeping agent. Yet, she wasn't sure if she was asleep or awake and seemed to have lost both the track of time and location. She could see two figures above her, maybe the doctor and nurse. Yet, one of them seemed strange and blue, had the operation started yet? She felt something in her arm, and suddenly her entire body relaxed and felt very, very heavy. In her dazed state, Ceel worried that she would start peeing, her bladder felt fuller than before and her muscles couldn't clench. A vague state of urgency gripped her, but she had no strength left to resist. Ceel was sitting in a cave, nude. She had never been in a cave before, but she knew this was an unusual cave for a few reasons. First of all, it was gently lit, despite lacking a light source. The ground felt soft and a little warm under her butt, despite consisting of rock. She was alone in the cave, and her pose was quite relaxed, with her legs crossed by her ankles. Ceel's bladder was very full. Looking down, her lower belly seemed to stretch a little. Even so, she was in full control and in no risk of involuntarily peeing. Much better than before... Tracing her train of thought back to the eye operation, Ceel realized that she was dreaming. In her dreamscape, she felt very safe and in control. Gone was the anxiety of the people poking around in her eyes. In addition, her bladder felt like an ironclad fort now, reinforced to last for as long as it would take. It had been a while and Ceel was getting a little bored. Sitting around in the cave was comfortable, but there wasn't a lot to do. She decided she would search around the cave for an exit; maybe she could make one for herself, it was her dream after all. Walking around the cave revealed no way out, and walls had a frictionless smoothness to them, completely lacking any holes or imperfections. She decided to try plan B, closed her eyes and tried to imagine a way out. As she did, a strange mix of adrenaline and dizziness overcame her, forcing her to her knees. At first, Ceel couldn't figure out where she was. The harsh light and the people gathered around was rather unsettling at first, as she could faintly remember being somewhere comfortable and homey just moments ago. "Ceel..? Are you awake?" It was her mother's voice. It helped her make sense of what was going on. Operation. Eyes. Right. She rose, as she had been lying down, and turned toward the sound. When she saw the clothes her mother was wearing, she was overcome with a strange emotion. Pride in herself for going through with the operation. Fear- had there been any complications? But above all, absolute and total wonder- her mother's dress was a color she had never been able to see before today. "Umm.. Ceel..!" Now that Ceel's vision had cleared, she noticed her mother was pointing somewhere. She followed the trajectory of her mother's finger. It ended at her legs. It was only now Ceel noticed it all: her legs were twisted together several times over- that her nude bottom was just barely covered by the surgical govn in her current pose, and that she had to pee so, so bad. Her bladder felt like a concrete balloon, and bulged out farther than she had ever seen before. Her body still felt numb and strange in all over, and now that she had become aware of her need, it seemed as though she might turn into a living fountain any second now. "Ah..! Gotta.. Pee...!" Setting her modesty aside for a moment, Ceel grabbed herself hard under her gown. The pressure, however, was mounting to new levels as if her bladder had been frozen solid during the operation and was now starting to thaw. "I-I'll go get something..!" Ceel had barely noticed the flustered-looking nurse beside the bed, who quickly left to get a bedpan. The following minutes were torture. Ceel was rocking back and forth, clutching herself, and massaging her bladder. Her mother would offer words of encouragement from time to time, but seemed a little distracted herself, maybe? Ceel barely noticed, almost all of her attention had to be directed toward the losing battle fought with her pee hole. Still, she had not yet spilled a single drop; the white sheets were pristine still. When Ceel was sure she had reached her end, the nurse returned with the bedpan. In one lightning-quick motion, Ceel snatched the pan and covered her quivering pussy with the funnel. "A-Ah, please wait..!" The command was torture. Her legs now spread, Ceel contained the ocean for a few precious seconds while the nurse fiddled with some dials on the side of the pan. "U-Um, you can go now." Ceel had expected to explode into the pan as soon as the words reached her brain. But for some reason, nothing was coming out. Ceel started panicking. Why wouldn't she pee? She was about to explode. It hurt, the pressure was- Pssssssssssssssssssh! The stream was shooting into the back of the pan. It was incredibly thin, yet absolutely fierce, like some sort of precision laser. Ceel's back arched in relief as the Nurse helped her adjust the pan. For almost a minute, Ceel lost herself in her pee. Her laser-stream became a full-on torrent, splashing the sides of the pan. She was still peeing up an absolute storm with no sign of stopping, but the pressure in her bladder had decreased to a much more manageable level. Now that her mind was less preoccupied, she once again had time to examine her surroundings. The bed she was lying in was surrounded by white screens, so this was likely a rest area for patients. She noticed that her mother and the nurse were both acting a little strangely- her mother had a rather stiff posture and was occasionally fidgeting while looking away from her. The nurse, too, had a rather tortured look, blushing and biting her lip as she held the pan straight. Another wave of relief wracked Ceel and she let out a moan. At this, the other women in the room seemed distraught. Ceel's fierce piss finally came to an abrupt close. She pushed a little to empty the remainder of her bladder, a hiss and some drips, and then she was done. When she was finished, her mother spoke. "U-Um.. H-How do you feel, Ceel?" Ceel gave her a knowing look. "I'll be fine, mom, you can leave me for a bit." "Mmmph.. I'll be right back..!" Her mother stiffly walked out of the enclosed space, leaving Ceel alone with the nurse. The nurse was pretty obviously desperate as she detached the spherical part of the bedpan which contained Ceel's great quantity of urine. Oh-ing and Ah-ing, as she fought against the urge to grab herself. "Are you going to be okay, miss? Do you have a time soon?" Ceel raised the question, hoping the nurse wouldn't be too embarrassed. "Mmh..! Yes.. I guess I'm being pretty obvious..!" The nurse let out a little laugh. "I have a toilet time coming up, and I should get as soon as I finish here..!" The nurse had fully detached the sphere from the bedpan and was replacing it with a new one. "Excuse me, is there a nurse in here?" From the other side of the cloth screen, the voice of a woman Ceel didn't know called out. "Ye-yes.. You may come in." The woman entered. "My daughter really needs some help, could you come over as soon as possible? It's an emergency." The nurse gave Ceel a worried look, then left with the bedpan and the woman. A minute or two later, Ceel thought she could hear a tinkling noise from somewhere. Finally alone, Ceel felt totally exhausted even though she had just woken up. Closing her eyes, she got her first peaceful night of sleep in what felt like ages, dreaming of all the new colors she was going to see.
  23. Spatial Concerns ~Deliveries Delayed~ Eve scanned the surface of the planet from the satellite's position deep in space, the terraforming procedures were going smoothly as the atmosphere of the planet condensed beneath the hovering craft. The Commander stood by her console that overlooked the bridge, her space suit a sheen gray that reflected the light of the sun distal in the spacescape. She sipped her morning nutrients, the sweet nectar that under a full bottle supplies the drinker everything except water content for a whole day. Unknown to her, however, her right hand man had a prank in mind this morning. Today is the day they begin draining the ocean tanks from the incoming water Dreadnought ship. Today is also the day that her first mate, lovers when off duty, snuck in some diuretic into her drink, she always had a strong hold on her crew, her fearsome temperament caused wills to bow and backs to bend. Let's see if we can't get her legs to do the same, he thought to himself. Eve downed another several gulps of the nutrients, the flavor lingered in her mouth before drying it like it eventually does. Not many people actually were able to finish their nutrient bottles in a single day, the Commander however, could probably down more than two if she wasn't warned of nutrient overdosing. She got herself up from the command, pinging the lower team to keep watch and ensure things are on schedule while she went to get water from the small cafeteria quarters. Most of the satellite's space was taken up by engines, comm arrays and other tech storage, what was left was split into common areas and things actual people could use and live in. The strong woman downed two whole glasses and grabbed a third to go, enough to keep her from needing to leave the deck again for a while, she bet. The octagonal pattern of her suit refracted from the gentle luminescence from the inner lights of the station. The suit form-hugging, but thicker than it looked on the thirty-year old woman. "Commander, we're getting a message from the deliverers." One of her crew relayed to her, "There may be a change in plans." Eve made her way into the bridge to find out what was different. Meanwhile, Dirk, her right hand man, was enacting the second part of the operation, their scheduling for years has shown in their daily habits, there was no weekend or weekday, every day was the same, so much so in fact that Dirk knew that Eve goes to the bathroom at least twice earlier in the day before anyone else goes once much at all. With that, he got into the control room, usually left on autopilot as the nanomachines and other working relays would check to see if anything really went wrong. Using his priority keycard, he accessed the maintenance logs of the nanomachines, which swarm about the station with near reckless abandon. They were located far into the weapons bay, where self-defense measures were located, they were doing general cleaning. He modified their logs to show that all the bathrooms on the ship were overdue for full routine checks. It would take the nanomachines at least 4 hours to get to the bathrooms, let alone do a full check, and because of a bug in the system since it's meant to make the machines go to the next directive closest, the directive gets shut off from personnel without proper credentials. With that, the first-mate pulled out his key and saved the changes; his mind played endless tales of how the Commander would go. "So the delivery is delayed?" She asked. "Yes, but not by much, so we can't leave post since their ETA is still only marginally unchanged, they're checking for damage to ensure none of the falling space debris hit them." The comm. man went over, "We'll keep you posted ma'am." "Very well, back to your station soldier." Eve said, taking a sip from her glass, "We can't have a planet without water. The stuff's too important." She sat herself back at her own station, she wondered where her first-mate went, he's usually by her side awaiting orders. Another chug from her nutrients, the commander trying to down what she can so she can focus entirely on her work, but her stomach was full and would complain if it had any more. "Dirk, where are you?" She asked impatiently, "You're not at your station." "Making sure everything's on time." Dirk replied on the local comm, "And using the bathroom, too." "Yeah, yeah, well after you're done lollygagging you can get going to the bridge." She closed the comm and patted the small lump on her stomach from a full meal and got to work, the jumping pixels and dodgy texts were hers to catch and peruse to make sure she caught anything her own crew missed. The beautiful sights of the galaxy lost upon such a busybody. It took Dirk fifteen minutes to get to the deck, "Sorry," he said, noticeably out of breath, "Forgot to make my journal entry for the day." "You and your soft side," Eve replied, "When are you going to stop attaching yourself to things?" Dirk chuckled and said quietly in return, "When you're no longer attached to me." "Work related activities, helps keep the mind open and the body ready," the blonde woman retorted, "Now do me a favor and get these holo-arrays sent to the light-transfer station, I'm going to check a zoom-in on our current planet." "Yes ma'am," Dirk said, upset that he wouldn't be around again within the timeframe for the first effects of the diuretic. In a couple of conversations with his buddies in the med-bay he found out that the diuretic was powerful and in a single dose it practically siphons water from the patient in half an hour. Eve peered into the looking glass on her desk, or rather, a hologram of one, but one all the same. Within it was the cataclysmic stormy activity brewing on the planet. Heat lightning, air rushing through and pushing rocks all about, boulders tumbling from cliffsides, cliffsides tumbling from mountains, it's all chaos without water to absorb some of the blow. Time passed as Eve analyzed the planet, her data matching up with what was happening. Soon, her bladder walls absorbed the blow of her water, and she felt the need to go. But again, the adamant commander refused, she could hold it until the delivery arrived, besides, it was barely a call for nature. It mostly went straight to voicemail. Even gently took another swig of water and finished her notes, forwarding it to the science team. Catching her by surprise though, her bladder knocked again, this time a bit more audibly, Eve put a hand between her legs as if to choke out the upcoming complaints. Just in time for Dirk to catch her doing so, a small grin barely withheld from his face. There were still many hours to go. ~=~=~=~=~ Another small start, I was on the IRC chat and most people were interested in another Sci-Fi, so I brought another! This start is a bit more quiet than the first one, but trust me, it will have just as much of a ride, if not a bit more, than my last work. As always, .doc included and comments appreciated! Spatial Concerns 1.doc
  24. Welcome to Mars Life: Humanity Explored, my first of what I hope to be several interactive stories here on Omorashi.org. In this story, every decision matters -and not in the typical sense either. Every path you take, every person you talk to, every decision you make will change the story, sometimes immediately, and definitely in the future. If you have played Mass Effect, you can think of it as similar to that, if not then just know that everything matters. Mars Life, if you have been around to remember, was a story I wrote here a couple years ago which sadly (although trying twice) I never actually finished. Now though I'm ready. I have general outlines done and considering the recent popularity of Interactive stories on the board, I feel as if its the best medium to get it across. In this story you will have alot of leeway with how our character interact with the other characters. You can start a romantic relationship for example, or you could renounce your entire social group. All is fair game. During the story, death is possible, and death is final. if you die in the game, it is game over. Be safe, be careful and most importantly watch out. I will warn though, i'm not the best artist. That said, I will be doing images because even if they are bad, they help set the feel of the story. I hope everyone enjoys, and welcome to Mars Life: Humanity Explored. ============================================================ "Up until recently life on mars has been a no-go. Although after decades of the Sol expansion project, we have finally enabled Mars as a suitable home for the Human Race away from Earth. Mars, home to 1 Billion people, all of which live within the three cities on the planets surface. My name is Emma Warian, I am a 16 year old female Adept who lives in New Avalon, the capital city of Mars. Adepts are people who -though some genetic mutation- have that ability to use what old societies would call 'magic', or atleast thats what my parents have told me. Out of the entire human race, only a couple million actually have Adept powers, so you could say that I'm special; special enough that adepts have been separated to a special school on Mars due to the constant threats of kidnapping and death from the more closed-minded. Luckily most of the population is cool with us, but the threat is still real enough that the SOL Government wants to keep us safe, we are the future of the adept trait after all. I guess I should mention, my main Adept power is the ability to read into the near future. I can't control when it happens, nor is it always clear what I am predicting when it happens, but more often than not I am correct. Other than that though my secondary Adapt power is the ability to control my local electromagnetic fields on a subatomic level to allow myself to levitate, something I dont have completely down yet, but I can still use the power to push or pull objects at a short distance. Welcome to Mars! ========================================================= Prologue ======================================================== >> May 18, 2811 >> New Avalon, Mars -- -- (Play every post) It was a dark and cloudy night. Everything was normal except "A-OUGH!" you yelled out in pain as you ran down a pathway. You didn't know why you were running, or how you got where you were. You had never seen this area before, yet you were here, running. Behind you in the far distance you could hear the sounds of gunfire in addition to sounds you had never heard before in your life. Closer than the gunfire, you could hear the sounds of someone or something following you, but for some reason instead of looking back you continued to run. Running down the path you could smell wide scale burning, though not like any burning; it was like thick smoke which filled your nostrils and made you want to choke. Because of your constant running, your heart was burning and your lungs gasping for air. As you continued to run, you came across two separate pathways, to the left a road which continued what seemed to be out of New Avalon. To the right was a forest with a pathway cutting through it. As the pathway came closer your body pulled you down the --Left Path (Road seemingly out of the city) --Right Path (Forest with a path through it) --Path you were just down (Turn around and head back)
  25. A VISITOR TO TRITON by Write And Left I looked across the Manhattan skyline and watched streams of aircars travel at the various levels of the city. “It is good to be back on Earth, Doc,” I said, “but I still miss that girl I met back on Triton.” “Lie down on the couch and tell me about her,” said Dr. Emily Gleeson, the shrink that the Navy forced on me. “Why should I?” I asked. “No one takes me seriously when I talk about her.” I stared at the ceiling and paused. “No one takes me serious at all. Why should I bother if you are not going to take me seriously?” “Just humor me,” she said. She flicked her Tablet with a finger, obviously going through her notes. “Tell me about Alison Randall.” Why not? I thought. I would just tell her everything about the girl I left behind on. Maybe she would believe me. “Well it started back when the Orion stopped by for my regularly scheduled relief...” ### The alarm blared in my quarters. The relief ship was arriving. I had been stationed on Triton for two years and my relief would finally take over so I could return to Earth and go to the next place the Navy wanted to send me. I had requested Mars, the second most populated planet in the solar system. Triton Station had a crew of one: just me. Before the advent of Faster Than Light travel, Triton acted as a way station at the edge of the solar system. The newer FTL ships would blink into and out of existence at the orbit of Saturn, thus they never needed to come way out here. Only the slow boats came to Triton, and as soon as they arrived in the solar system, they upgraded their engines to FTL and never returned to Triton. The only slower than light ships around were those that left before FTL’s invention. Still there were quite a few out there and Earth command wanted someone out here to greet them. Since I was stationed out here, the only ship I had seen was the one that brought me out here to the butt end of the solar system. The Orion was the second ship I saw, but it had come from Earth to relieve me. “USS Orion,” I spoke into the Mike, “this is Triton Station. I look forward to your arrival.” I then waited the two minutes for my message to travel the eighteen million kilometers back and forth to the ship. After the wait the speakers sounded, “Sorry about this, Triton Station, but the ship is in plague status. No personnel may be transferred from our ship to the planet. We are at quarantine. A container of supplies will be dropped to you.” My heart sunk. I was stuck here and I would be alone for who knows how long until the Navy saw fit to send another ship out here. “How much longer am I stuck here?” I asked. “We sent a message to Earth and they sent another ship immediately. Your estimated time of arrival is six months.” I clicked off the radio and swore. There would be another six months of not feeling the breeze on my cheeks. There would be no pizza from Manhattan Pie Company and worst of all, no people to talk to. The loneliness that I had put behind me for the past two years suddenly came to the forefront of my mind. ### “So Alison Randall never arrived on the Orion,” asked my shrink. “Of course not,” I said. “She arrived on the bulk carrier, the SS Fortune.” “Go on with your story then,” she said. ### In the weeks that followed, I became more and more despondent. I was still imprisoned on Neptune’s largest moon for five more months and I was bored. I had watched every holovid, read every text drama on my Tablet, and even went so far as to write my own stories. One night, at exactly midnight, I heard an unexpected alarm. A ship was arriving, but this ship was transmitting a distress signal. Triton Station had one shuttle stationed there and I ran to the shuttle. The message attached to the distress signal said that the ship was rapidly losing air and that they needed help. I wasted no time. The ship was dark; the only light came from the day side of Neptune, but I piloted the shuttle closer and closer. The ship was completely dark. There were no running lights and no indication of anything approaching life, but I continued onward. As I drove the shuttle around the ship, I saw a horrible tear in the hull that went across all five decks of the ship. There would be no survivors unless they were suited or they were trapped in an airtight compartment somewhere. It was a bulk carrier. It is a common enough ship even today. It contained five decks and a spine to which cargo containers were attached. The only difference between it and a modern FTL ship was the massive fusion tanks on the tail end of the ship. Modern ships replaced most of the tank space with an FTL engine. I drove the shuttle around until I found a hatch where I could enter the ship. The only good hatch was on the spine. I set my coffee on the copilot’s seat and went inside to look for survivors. I floated through the spine of the ship and watched for any signs of life. There was air there, but as I walked forward of the spine the hatches all had red pressurization faults. All five decks were airless. Since I couldn’t get to the main hull of the ship, I walked aft. That is when I saw her. “I’m from Triton Station. I am here to rescue you.” She was young, probably in her early twenties, but dirty and disheveled. And she stank like a bad environmental plant and lack of showering. “Everyone else is dead,” she said. I took her by the hand and put her in the co-pilot seat in the shuttle. “I’ll take you back to Triton Station,” I said. “You’ll be safe there.” She was too shocked to say anything else, so I just let her be silent. She had just lost the rest of the crew of her ship. ### Dr Emily was tapping her Tablet and looking up stuff while I talked. I knew she was not just taking notes. “What are you looking up?” “Just reviewing your log for the incident,” she said. “Oh?” “But...,” Dr Emily started to say. She must have thought better of it. “Just finish your story.” ### Alison sat in silence on the way back to the moon’s surface. I thought I saw a tear in her eye, which was only natural since there were no other survivors on her ship. However, the tears were there for another reason. I pulled the shuttle into the dock and went toward the airlock and motioned her to follow me, but she wouldn’t move. “Come on in,” I said. “There is food, clean clothes, and showers.” She gave a sheepish look and then stood up to reveal a circular wet spot on the co-pilot’s chair. Her face turned red as she looked down at her seat. “Um,” she said, “I have trouble getting to the bathroom.” I sighed and we left the shuttle. Once in the passageway, I stooped down and caught a cleaning robot that was rolling along the corridor and took it back into the shuttle with me. I dropped it on the co-pilot’s chair and returned to the passageway. The girl stood there waiting. “I will take you up on that offer of a shower and clean clothes.” “Of course,” I said. I took her to my quarters where the only working shower in the small station was located and motioned her inside. I went back to my bedroom and opened my drawer to look for something for her to wear. I was a bit larger than her, so I just picked a t-shirt, and some shorts for her. The shorts would obviously be big on her, but she cinch the belt tightly around her waist. I slipped into the head and set the clothes on the sink. After that I slipped out. She finished soon after I left. I had never met a woman on Earth who took such short showers, but she was from a space ship and water is scarce, especially on a slow boat traveling between the empty gulf between the stars. When she came out of the head, the T-shirt and shorts looked quite large on her, but she smiled at me. “Thanks,” she said. “Are you ready for dinner?” I asked. She rubbed her stomach. “Are you kidding? I haven’t eaten for three days. I was trapped in the spine of my ship and couldn’t visit the galley or the rest of the ship.” “Well let’s take care of that.” I lead her to the galley and started taking packages out of the boxes of supplies that lined one wall and covered the galley tables. I had emptied the container that was dropped and brought everything inside and just put it along the wall. I pulled out some pre-made chicken cordon bleu and made that. In all I made four servings, figuring that we would probably each eat two. I was hungry too. She took a bite and then began to hungrily shovel in the food. “This is so good,” she said. She paused to take a drink of Kool-aid and then shoveled more into her mouth.” “These are space rations,” I said. “They are not really considered the best of cuisines.” “These are new rations then,” she said, “Our food has to last years and I bet you these would taste bad too if they were in storage for decades, even with the effects of relativity.” “Yes, I guess so,” I agreed. “I don’t think I could stand to be on a ship that long between ports.” “It’s tough,” she said. “I am on my first push out from Epsilon Eridani. We were to go right back after stopping at Earth, but forty years will have passed when it’s only been four years four me. My parents will be in their nineties. The trip after that, I would have been visiting my sister’s great grandchildren. I wanted to be a spacer though and signed on with the first ship that would take me.” “Wow, you must have just left before...,” I started to say. She put down her fork. “Before what?” she asked. “I don’t know if I should tell you, but I will. About twenty years ago ships started getting faster. You could have been home already.” “How fast?” she asked. She picked up her fork again and took another bite. She had a look of relief on her face. “I thought something horrible had happened.” “Faster than light,” I said. “A journey only takes the amount of time needed to go far enough away from the sun and then it is instantaneous.” “How far away?” she asked. “I could get home next year?” “Depending on the spectral type of the sun, it varies. In the solar system it is about ten astronomical units.” I heard a pattering sound coming from beneath her chair as she stared at me open mouthed. I looked down and saw a growing puddle. When she noticed what she did, she looked down and turned bright red. She looked at me. “I’m so embarrassed. What you said took me by surprise.” She stood up and looked down at herself. “I get like this when I am taken by surprise. Perhaps I should be wearing diapers.” I was inclined to agree with her. “What happened on your ship when this happened?” I asked. “It’s just been happening the last couple of weeks. They put me in EVA diapers. I heard they were going to beach me on Earth because of it.” She shuddered. “Well you are pretty much stuck here on Triton until a relief ship comes. We are about twenty astronomical units out from where any ship goes anymore. The only reason we keep Triton open is to support stragglers.” “Stragglers?” she asked. “People like you. Slower than light ships that left before they came home to find out that the universe changed and transportation is faster. Anyway, I have some EVA diapers. You probably should wear them until we find out how often you wet yourself.” She sighed. “Well okay,” she said. “I will.” She got up and I led her to the airlock. There were spacesuits there. Some were for walking across the planet, but others were for fixing ships in space. The station used to be a lot bigger and at one time it was a full support base. Now it was just an outbuilding with a section converted to quarters. The full supply of spacesuits and accessories were there. I opened a cupboard and found a pack of EVA diapers and gave it to her. “Well here you go,” I said. “We can travel quickly throughout the stars, but we can’t figure out a better way to pee while wearing a spacesuit.” “Well that works for me,” she said with a smile. She hurried into my quarters to change. When she emerged she wore only the diaper and the t-shirt. “I can find you another pair of shorts,” I said. “They made me dress like this when I was on the ship,” she said. “I’m used to not wearing pants with diapers.” “Suit yourself,” I said, “but you can still have shorts if you want.” “That’s okay,” she said. “It’s quite warm in here. So what do you guys do for fun around here?” I showed her my Tablet. “You can either read books or watch movies.” I showed her how to access both. ### “So you say you dressed her in EVA diapers and a shirt and she didn’t mind?” asked Dr. Emily. “No she didn’t mind,” I said. “She will testify to that fact, that is, if anyone can find her. No one will tell me what happened to her.” “How about you finish the story.” ### That night (if you can call it night, because the southern hemisphere of Neptune is constantly in daylight) I set her up on one of the couches in the staff lounge. Before going to my quarters to sleep, I showed her where the head was in case she needed to use the restroom in the middle of the night. I made sure she had plenty of blankets and was comfortable before I returned to my quarters to sleep. I woke up later with a soft, warm body pressed up against mine. It was Alison. She was fast asleep, but I woke her up anyway. “What happened?” she asked. She stretched and turned to look at me. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. “You must have sleep walked or something. You crawled into bed with me.” “Oh, yeah.” She yawned and stretched again. “I couldn’t sleep all alone. The ceiling creaks and the couch is uncomfortable. Besides you are cute. I want to sleep with you.” “What? No,” I said. “Go back to the lounge and sleep on the couch.” “Please,” she said, “just for tonight.” “You’re too young. I’m almost thirty and you...” I paused because I didn’t know how old she was. “...are too young.” “What’s the date?” she asked. I told her. “Well I am almost forty-one,” she said, “and that makes me a cougar, but plenty old enough.” “A cougar?” I asked. “What’s that?” “Nevermind,” she said, “I am plenty old to share your bed. I only look twenty-two because that is my subjective age. My objective age is forty-one. Besides, we are just sleeping.” “Fine,” I said, “but tomorrow night you are going back on the couch.” “Okay,” she said. I turned and went back to sleep. She never did go back to the couch in the five months we waited for the relief ship. ### I woke up late the next day. Alison was gone. I figured she was in the bathroom, but I didn’t hear water running. I got up and went inside and looked around. She wasn’t there. I wondered where she could have gone. I was about going to do a tour of the station, but then I heard a thumping sound coming from the galley. I raced to that compartment to see if she was okay. She was standing on counter wearing just her EVA diaper and t-shirt. She held a bunch of food containers and was stacking them in the cupboards. “What are you doing?” I asked. She pointed to the row of cartons stacked along one of the walls of the galley and stacked on the tables. “I am stowing the supplies,” she said. “I am also rotating the stock here. We might have to stretch the food a bit since we have two people here and your planners only planned to supply the base for one.” “There is plenty here,” I said. “I agree,” she said, “but I didn’t find that out until I started to inventory the food. Although if worse comes to worse and we are out here longer without resupply, we can take the shuttle back up to the Fortune and raid the galley there. You got proper suits and stuff and according to the chart, the Fortune is in a stable orbit of Neptune.” I looked around. She made a lot of progress on unpacking the food supplies. “You’ve thought quite a bit about this,” I said. She reached for my hand, which I took, and then jumped from the counter. “Of course,” she said. “I also should try to earn my keep.” I was please her restocking effort, but I also felt a little guilty for not doing it myself. It was not like there was anything else for me to do and I was required to restock instead of letting the supplies sit in the hallway. The only thing I had done besides parking the dry goods on the tables and against the wall was pulling the pallet of frozen goods into the freezer. ### That evening we ate a feast. The proper ingredients were easier to find and Alison gave the meal a woman’s touch. We even had a salad before the meal and she had crawled through the frozen foods to find some ice cream for dessert. She stuck her fork in the lettuce and held it up. “This is pretty good,” she said. “Where do you get green lettuce?” “Um,” I said, “all lettuce is green. That is how it grows on Earth, except there it is greener and not freeze-dried.” “Lettuce is black on Epsilon Eridani III. Most plants are black there. You can only see the amazing color patterns if you wear infrared glasses. Most animals and insects see in infrared on Eridani III, so no plants are really colorful to humans.” “Sounds depressing,” I said. “Well, I grew up that way. How much difference can colorful plants make?” she asked. “Women like to get colorful flowers,” I said. “In fact my wife used to love it when I brought her flowers, especially when there wasn’t a holiday. I brought them to her because I loved her.” A wave of disappointment washed across Alison’s face. “You’re married?” “She died in an aircar accident,” I whispered. It was all I could do not to cry. “We argued the last time she and I spoke, and now she is gone.” “I’m so sorry,” said Alison. She paused for a moment, but apparently thought it was okay to say what she was going to say. “I know how you feel. I argued with my parents before I left on the Fortune. With time dilation, I thought I wouldn’t see them again. I don’t know what happened to them or anyone else I left behind. I felt guilty about it for the whole trip to Earth. That’s probably the reason I started wetting.” “But now you can go back home in about six months and see them within the year,” I said. “That’s true, but Mom and Dad are almost seventy. I hope they are still around when I visit again.” We finished the meal and by the time we started on dessert, the conversations had moved to lighter subjects. “They usually just spray paint the leaves of existing trees and flowers when they do movie scenes that are set on Earth,” she said. “Of course now with FTL, they can now bring real Earth plant seeds to use in sets.” “They’ll probably need to use special lights if they want them to grow,” I said. Suddenly an awful smell filled the air. I wrinkled my nose and then looked around for the source of the smell. “Oops,” said Alison. Her face turned red and she smiled slyly. “You didn’t?” I said astonished. She took one last bite of her dessert and then stood up. “I’ll go shower,” she said. She turned and waddled away with an obvious bulge in the back of her EVA diaper. ### The next day I caught her in a wet diaper. “Alison,” I asked, “are you trying to get to the bathroom on time?” “I am wearing a diaper,” she said. “I don’t really need to worry about getting up to use the restroom. Besides you don’t tease me like the other crewmembers of the Fortune.” I sighed. “You know you can become dependent on diapers if you don’t try to avoid accidents. You don’t really want to deal with diapers when you get to the beach on Earth and want to wear a bikini.” She nodded. “You are being nice about this. I still might have accidents, but I promise I’ll try to make it to the bathroom.” “Good,” I said. “That is all I ask.” After that she made more of an effort to get to the bathroom. She still used her diapers at night when she was in bed, but I didn’t notice her sitting in a wet diaper as often during the day. ### When we had been together for almost five months, the incoming ship alarm went off. I raced to the control room and Alison followed behind. “What’s that sound?” she asked. “Our ticket to Earth,” I said. “We can tow your ship back to Earth so you can sell your cargo and then arrange passage back to Eridani. You might even make enough on your cargo to buy an FTL drive for your ship, make repairs, and head back home to see your parents.” “I’ll believe that when I see it,” she said. I picked up the mike. “Gemini, this is Triton Station. Please state your ETA and intentions.” I waited for the time for the round trip communication. “This is Gemini. ETA is six days and our intentions are resupply and relief for station personnel,” the voice from the speaker said. “There is a straggler ship in orbit around Neptune,” I said. “Will a trip to tow it back to the inner system be possible,” I asked. “The ship’s hull was breached and most of the crew were killed, but one surviving crewperson was evacuated to the station. Will passage for her be possible?” I waited for the communication lag again. “Yes,” said the transmission from Gemini, “we’ll clear some room for an additional passenger.” “Here that?” I said as I turned to Alison. “I told you they would...” My voice trailed off. Alison was gone. ### “None of the crew of Gemini could find any trace she was on the station at all,” said Dr Emily Gleeson. “Why do you think that is?” “I don’t know. She had to be on the station somewhere. No space suits were missing and the shuttle was the same way I left it when we arrived from the Fortune,” I said. “Where was there to hide on the station?” she asked. “Never mind. Please finish your story.” ### In the final week when I was awaiting the arrival of the relief ship Gemini, I search the station from top to bottom looking for her. She was nowhere to be found. I searched the galley, the lounge, my quarters, the restrooms, and even the sanitary tank reservoirs. The latter was the most disgusting place to look, but I didn’t care. I had to find her. I then checked the shuttle. It was in its slip and it was empty. The cleaning bot I had put on the chair had even cleaned Alison’s pee stain. It was still trapped in the immaculately cleaned shuttle and fled through the door as soon as I had opened it. Obviously no one used the shuttles. I also checked out the suit lockers. All the suits were accounted for. I suddenly had a horrible thought. I quickly readied a suit and put it on. I then exited the station through the only airlock in that building. What if she had left without a suit? I walked all around the station, even though I knew she couldn’t make it ten feet without a space suit. Triton’s outdoor temperature was almost 400 below zero on the Fahrenheit scale. I finally went back inside. The crew of the Gemini found no sign of her either. Finally, I had to get on the ship and go home alone. Instead of going to Mars I was sent straight to Earth. ### “So what is the official story about where she went?” I asked. “She never existed,” said Dr Emily. “You made her up.” “But she was there. I saw her. If she didn’t exist, then who put away the supplies? Who did the deep cleaning of the station? Who did I talk to for almost five months?” It was a ridiculous idea the Alison Randall did not exist. “I suppose you are going to say that the SS Fortune doesn’t exist.” “No,” said Dr. Emily, “I’m not. I am going to say that Alison Randall never came down from the Fortune once you saw her.” She pushed a button and a wall panel moved aside revealing a view screen. “Watch the view screen.” A camera moved around the inside of the SS Fortune. The floating camera came to a door that said, “Spine.” An arm reached up and opened the door to reveal another airless compartment beyond. Inside a body floated. The figure was frozen in the moment that air had escaped the compartment. She was trying to pull on a space suit but hadn’t got it pulled up higher than her legs. She only wore a t-shirt and an EVA diaper. “They all died two months before they reached Neptunes orbit. That’s Alison Randall floating there. She was dead all along. Your brain pulled her image off out and used her so you wouldn’t have to think about your loneliness.” “It can’t be,” I said. “Who wet the co-pilot’s seat in the shuttle? Surely the video log in the shuttle caught that.” “It did,” said Dr. Emily. “It showed you knocking your coffee over onto the co-pilot’s chair.” She pulled up another screen and I saw the coffee cup fall over and create a circular wet spot on the chair. “No,” I said. “It’s not her.” I pointed to the other view screen. “That is some other girl. Alison came back to the station with me.” “Look,” said Dr. Emily. The body rotated until I could see her from the front. The nametag area of her shirt said Alison Randell. She looked the same as Alison, but her skin was a bluish shade. She almost looked like the way my wife when they dragged her body from the crashed aircar. I felt empty then and I felt just as empty now.
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