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  1. female A Little Assistance

    Hi! I've been kind of inactive/lurking for a year at this point, mostly due to work and other situations, but I want to try and be around more! I decided I would try my hand at writing an interactive story, because it looked fun! Instead of simply choosing the path, you (the reader) actually have a role to play in the story! Holly, a young witch attending a magical academy, has procrastinated for far too long, and has now allowed herself to become possessed by spirits (that's you!) in an attempt to cheat at a test. What she doesn't realize is that the voices in her head might not like helping a random girl with a test, and that they can also have an influence on her choices. Enjoy! --- This was a bad idea. This was a really bad idea, and Holly was probably being incredibly stupid right now, but a) to this rambunctious, daring young witch, there were no bad ideas, and b) at this point, she really didn't have any other option anyway. Her magical theory test was in two days, and she hadn't studied yet. At all. Look, say what you will about her work ethic, but being yelled at isn't going to get her out of this mess. She's been missing homework the entire semester, and spending too much time daydreaming and reading when she should have been studying, and now she's completely unprepared for a test worth thirty percent of her final grade for the year. It's not like it's her fault! She just, has a really hard time paying attention! And, actually summoning the drive to work. But still, this is going to make the difference between whether she ends up as an arch-mage or a cauldron scrubber, and. Naturally. She had only started caring two days ago. This was a good decision that nobody had any reason to regret at all, oh no. ...Which was why she was currently surrounded by a magic circle, attempting to summon spirits. Remember how I said bad idea? This is the bad idea. Holly figured that if she were to summon, say, two or three magical spirits (bad idea), and willingly let them possess her (bad idea), then they could simply learn all the theory for her, and whisper it back telepathically during the test, yes? Bad idea. Also illegal. But that wasn't going to stop a desperate little witch with no respect for the rules, so here she is, already reciting the necessary incantations from a book taken from the parts of the archives students weren't even allowed in. "Let's see... um, was it, aminus, or... um, no, wait, animus, I think-" And doing a beautiful job of it too, clearly. Eventually, however, it appeared she had done something right, because the circle glowed, and she suddenly felt her head filled with... far too much company. "A-ah! What's, what's all of..." she gasped, clutching at the sides of her head as it was suddenly flooded with voices. Thoughts that weren't hers, faint sentences in her mind, desires and motives that weren't her own, and... okay, she needed to take a moment here. "All of you, shush! Please be quiet!" And then silence, which she was very grateful for. This was... way more than just two or three spirits, so... she screwed up somewhere, but she could work with this! Definitely. "Alright, listen up! I've got a big test coming up in two days, and if I don't get it right I'm kissing my entire life goodbye at fifteen! So I've got you all in my head to learn all the answers for me so I don't have to! We'll look over the books later on tonight, okay? But for now, I've gotta go to class, so you've gotta let me think! Now..." --- Holly currently stands in her dorm room by herself, with a number of spirits now sharing her mind. She's wearing purple star pajamas, yesterday's white and pink polka-dot panties, and her glasses, slightly magnifying drowsy green eyes. Her curly brown hair is a mess, owing to the fact that she's just woken up, and for the same reason, she is hungry and has a mild urge to pee. The spirits now sharing her mind are able to affect her choices. They act as a sort of hivemind, and the general consensus of them will cause her thoughts to sway. She won't notice that she's being manipulated and freak out - to her, it will mostly feel like random compulsions. You, as the spirits, control her decisions, whether for better or worse! Moods: > Comply with Holly's orders, and help her get ready for the day. You can do a favor for such a cute girl! > Be mad! Who does this girl think she is, huh? You won't do anything for her! If she was stupid enough to put you in her head, then she can suffer your wrath! > Be subtle. You're mad at this girl asking you to bow to her every whim, but you won't let it show. Maybe you'll pretend to comply, and play a few tricks on her. That'll be fun. Possible options: > Get dressed > Eat > Drink > Use the bathroom > Fix her hair > Put away ritual equipment > Prepare for class > Go to class on time > Go to class late > Skip class You don't have to pick one of the options, or post it word-for-word, or anything. They are simply guidelines and suggestions, unless stated otherwise. The general consensus will shine most brightly, but if the opinion is divided, this will also show in Holly's choices. You also don't have to pick just one! Pick all of the things you think apply to the situation, unless stated otherwise. (That being said, do try not to pick too many things at once, I may struggle a little! Don't worry about ignoring fine choices if you don't think it's a good time yet - they might show up again later, so prioritize the most important/urgent things!)
  2. indian CURSED!! (Indian)

    Hi once again everyone. <present> The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet. At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette. The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out. I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! <Two Days Earlier> "Hey Rohit, where are we. I need to Peeee", Aishwarya whined from the back of the trekking group. Rahul looked up from the path in front of him. He scratched his head as he replied, "I'm not really sure. We're quite lost, that's for sure. We're in the middle of nowhere! There's just trees and more trees!! If you really need to pee you should probably just use a bush." Aishwarya looked indignant and sulking with a pouty face murmured, " I can wait." Our trekking group had gotten lost in the depths of the forest. We stumbled off the main trail less than an hour back and hadn't been able to find our way back. There were 8 of us in total, friends from work and other. We'd come up to Yercaud for a fun relaxing weekend of trekking, not this. Still we walked deeper and deeper into the jungle. As the sun started to dim, my eyes caught a figure in the distance, behind a forage of vines and branches. I pointed this out to my friends and they shouted to the person for help. The man however, didn't respond, at this distance we wouldn't know anyway so we all moved towards him shouting for help. Suddenly, the figure began to run. Shouting we chased after it for a good 5 minutes. Finally it appeared to be slowing down; we ran forward with renewed vigor. As we drew closer, we saw that the figure was not a man, but a tall beautiful woman, wearing a typical traditional folded saree. As we drew closer, we saw that she was fiddling with something behind a large tree. When we approached we were surprised to see a well built shed, about the size of a small public toilet, made entirely out of wood, in the middle of the jungle. The woman was fumbling with a ring of keys in front of the door. Her incessant jiggling and knee-bending gave voice to the nature of her hurry. Aishwarya had caught sight of the shed and was overjoyed. She outran all of us and reached the shed. Turning towards the village woman, Aishwarya said, "Toilet? Can .. I?? Toilet??" The village woman gave just one look of frenzied urgency to Aishwarya and went back to putting various keys in the padlock fastened on the door. Aishwarya was not well off. She was having severe difficulty keeping still. These were the final moments of struggle for her. All of a sudden a 'click' sounded as the padlock snapped off and the toilet door swayed open. Inside was a clean and obviously well maintained toilet. Aishwarya was already contemplating running ahead into the toilet before it opened. As the doors swung open though, she felt a long leak (more like a squirt) rush out of her and down her cargo trousers. She held it back but within 2 seconds another squirt escaped, and then another. Aishwarya ran ahead, literally pushing the village woman to the side and fumblingly bolted the toilet door behind her as she entered. She could feel drops of urine running down her calf. She tore her cargoes down to her knees as a tidal wave erupted from between her legs, washing the toilet clean in its path. Aishwarya sighed loudly and closed her eyes in bliss. The village woman trapped outside however was much less fortunate. Shell-shocked by Aishwarya's actions, the village woman, with her legs visibly twisted and in a semi hunch, pounded on the bathroom door. The 7 of us standing there could do nothing, and merely looked on. We were so busy watching her pounding away at the door that we didn't notice the gentle pattering noise of piss falling from her calves onto the soil until she started crying. When we realized what was happening, we all looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and awkward. The woman sobbed gently as her urine ran down her legs. Suddenly the wind changed, the sky darkened, the tree leaves rustled ominously. The woman looked up at us, her kajol smeared around her eyes. Her look was one of unadulturated hatred and anger. The next thing we knew, she was levitating above us, 5 feet in the air. As she looked at us her eyes glowed with orange fury. "FUCK YOU!! You bastards will pay for what you've done. You'll feel my pain, my humiliation, my helplessness, ALL OF YOU!!! You WILL pay. You WILL know what it feels like. Every single one of you!!" With that she disappeared among the foilage. We gazed upward stupidly in shock. The sound of a flush was followed by a relieved Aishwarya stepping out of the bathroom as she buttoned up her cargoes. "What happenned guys??"
  3. From the album OverFlo207 - 2016

    Gift for Aceheroic (Deviantart) Bonus panels I gave to Ace for being a super cool dude. His mommy, The Midwife (My OC) has a very unique ability...one that I'm sure every abdl has fantasized about at some point. One touch to any living creature, and they begin to instantly regress physically back to being a baby.
  4. Trick or Toilet

    From the album Nyoutou Collection

    © http://www.din.or.jp/~goutin/nyo/gallery/nyo042.htm

  5. Soul Eater: Eruka *revised*

    (Just a quick note. This is not a sequel to my original fic featuring Eruka, nor is it a repost of the same work. It is a rewriting of the same story with added parts, grammar corrections, better flow in my opinion, and just general improvements. I have not yet decided whether I want to just continue on making new fics, or do revisions for all of my own ones. If this violates some kind of rule, my apologies in advance. As a final note, It has come to my attention that Eruka is older than I once thought, however, I still do not know if she is old enough to be considered an "adult." As such, I will take the safe route and refer to her as "girl" rather than "woman." Let it be known that the Wiki does in fact refer to her as "woman.") Eruka's eyes shot wide open as she sat up in bed, shaking and sweating profusely, her breath hitching in her throat. It was another night of fitful sleep for the poor girl, as she was plagued by the same recurring nightmare yet again. Though, she was not surprised that she couldn't escape a dream where she was being bound and eaten slowly by giant snakes, because she couldn't escape a similar fate in real life either. The past few months had been filled with anxiety and fear for the young witch, all because her and her dear friend literally could not keep their mouths shut. It all began when she and her aforementioned friend decided to confront a witch that they believed was jeopardizing the entire Witch Order. Said witch retaliated by shoving her bony finger into their mouths and far enough down their throats that it almost made Eruka gag, even just thinking about it. Only later did they come to realize that they had been infested with magical snakes from that moment, and the realization came at a grave cost, the life of Eruka's closest friend. Eruka had no desire to die, but with hundreds of snakes writhing around inside her, she had no choice but to commit to a life of servitude to the middle Gorgon Sister, Medusa. Of course, for a time, the Frog Witch had wondered if the commitment had been worth it. She had to live every day under Medusa's beck and call, and should she dare step out of line, she faced immediate execution. Even when Medusa had supposedly been killed, she learned quickly that she could not go back to her old life. The witches had deemed her a traitor for helping to liberate Free, an immortal imprisoned by the Witch Order for stealing the eye of the Grand Witch. She couldn't live a normal life, as many witches wanted her dead, since the return of the Kishin that she assisted with put Shibusen on high alert, which meant that many witches couldn't even afford to go outside anymore. She ruled out giving herself up to Shibusen in hopes of a life in prison, since their students literally eat the souls of her people. So in a way, Eruka was almost a little glad when Eruka came to recruit her once again. It meant she could live the life she was meant to have, wild and chaotic. Still, there was always the sinking feeling that anytime she wanted, Medusa could end her with a flick of the wrist. Once the young witch had calmed herself down sufficiently, she began looking around in her half awake state, and almost had another mini-panic attack. It took her a moment to remember why she couldn't see anything. Muttering a quick incantation under her breath, a purple flame sprung to life on a sconce that hung on the wall, bathing the small cobblestone room in violet light. It wasn't much of a living space, only furnished with an uncomfortable medieval bed that she had to use magic to refurbish, and a few more modern pieces of furniture that she and free had made, such as a dresser, a desk, a bookcase, a chair, and a nightstand. The girl swung her legs over the edge of the bed, placing bare feet on the cold stone floor. Letting the blanket fall as she got to her feet, she stretched out a bit as she mumbled yet another spell, getting her dresser to open up, and making her clothes float over and begin dressing her on their own. Stepping into her underwear, they slid up her legs on their own as the matching piece fastened itself around her chest. Likewise, she stepped into a pair of pantyhose that stretched up her legs as her dress fell down over her. Rolling her head around to try and pop a crick in her neck, she sat down and let her boots place themselves on her feet, and finally, her hat sit itself upon her head. Standing once again, the young witch made her way out into the long stone hallway, lit only by similar sconces and torches, though these were lit with an eerie sort of black flame, casting dim light. Ever since she had been recruited once more, Medusa had been basing her operations in a dreary old castle in the middle of a dense, fog-covered woods. It was far from the most comfortable place Eruka had slept, but, at least it had a bed and indoor plumbing. This was very convenient for the young witch, as Eruka was the kind of person that needed the bathroom first thing after she woke up. So far, this hadn't been a problem. Free, the previously mentioned escaped convict, was usually the last one awake. The Mizune sisters woke before her, and all bathed together, so they weren't a problem. Eruka had no idea when Medusa went to the bathroom, as she spent most of her time in the big, spooky room she watched her crystal ball in. So it was very odd to find the door to the bathroom locked when Eruka came by. She knocked loudly. "Hello!?" she calls. "Eruka! What are you doing here!?" The voice was gruff and masculine, belonging to Free. Eruka couldn't help but let a blush creep onto her face. "What are you doing awake so early ribbit!?" "What are you talking about! I always get up around this time." Eruka's blush was replaced by a pale white as all color left her face. If Free was right on schedule, that meant she was late, which meant that she was late to meet with Medusa. Their leader had been kind enough to tailor around their sleeping schedules, though she insisted that no later than 10 minutes after they normally awoke, they would be in the main room, meditating and awaiting the meeting. The hallways were filled with the sound of Eruka's boots clicking heavily as she ran down the hall towards the castle's main chamber. Once the witch pushed the doors to the main chamber open, she got a knot in her stomach and a sinking feeling around her chest. Medusa was glaring down at the doorway from her seat high above the level that her subordinates usually sat at. Eruka couldn't apologize fast enough. "Sorry Medusa! I was..." "Sit." Medusa says, cutting off Eruka's speech with a harsh and forceful tone.The frog witch nodded and swallowed, going and taking her place sitting next to the Mizune sisters, criss-crossing her legs and and staring at her lap. Somehow, Medusa still manage to be terrifyingly intimidating in the body of a little girl, and Eruka didn't know whether than made Medusa a truly terrifying witch, or made her a pathetic coward, but either way, she was bound by the threat of death to said small child, so she had to follow commands. The Snake Witch said nothing about Eruka's tardiness to her, which scared the girl even more, as Medusa wasn't the kind of person to berate you verbally. No, Medusa was the kind of person to find some way to torture you later, after you had forgotten all about the incident that upset her in the first place. It was about ten minutes before Free showed up, and during this time, Eruka had nothing to do but be with her thoughts. And during this time, she became quite aware of a pressure in her lower extremities. The disruption in her morning routine had forced her to abandon going to the bathroom in the morning, making her need to urinate as she sat, waiting for Medusa to hand out tasks or briefings for the day. But Medusa didn't say anything once Free arrived, much to the confusion of all of them. Of course, none of them dared say anything, as each of them had their own reasons not to, whether out of fear or respect to Medusa. This, however, only worsened Eruka's experience. She had been hoping that the meeting would be over with quickly so that she could go and relieve herself before going to carry out her duties. But Medusa said nothing, for twenty, thirty, forty minutes, all the way one until she was pushing an hour of them just sitting there. By then, the Frog Witch had become very uncomfortable, shifting around where she sat, biting her lower lip every so often. Around the thirty minute mark, she had switched the way she was sitting, her knees together and forward, her butt resting on the back of her ankles. This was so she could push her thighs together without attracting too much attention from those around her. But it was getting to the point where Eruka was shifting around so much that Free and the Mizunes were beginning to take notice. "What is she waiting for Ribbit!? I've gotta go damn it!" she thinks to herself as she rests her palms on her thighs, grabbing the hem of her dress softly, shifting her hips back and forth slightly once again. Though, as she moved, her face lit up bright red as she felt her bladder begin to tingle, and she had to fight against her body's natural urge to let a few drops of urine leak out. She shut her eyes and scrunched up her face a bit as she tensed up, grabbing the hem of her dress tight. "nonono! Hold it! Hold it~!" "There's nothing of note that needs to be said today." Eruka was surprised to hear Medusa's voice high above them. She turned her gaze up immediately, trying to appear natural as the urge faded away, letting her grip on her dress loosen up. "Free and Mizune sisters, you are dismissed" Eruka felt a frown spread across her face as Medusa purposely left her out of the dismissal. The large man and all of the tiny Mouse Witch Sisters filed out of the room in silence, and only the loud clang of the door shutting brought absolute silence once more. Once again, Eruka was left alone in silence to her thoughts, a bit nervous now that she knew she had to fight off having an accident actively. She couldn't remember ever having to go so bad that she had to actively keep herself from having an accident. So, just as a precaution, she adjusted herself so that she was sitting on the heel of her boot. It definitely was not the most comfortable position, but she didn't want to risk having some sort of accident in front of Medusa. It was fifteen minutes before the Snake Witch spoke up again, looking down at Eruka with...eyes that were almost kind. That was scary. Eruka didn't like Medusa when she was being nice. "Eruka, make a run into town with me." The girl had to keep herself from groaning. It was no new job, as there was only so much you could do to make a medieval castle self sustaining. It wasn't uncommon that Eruka and Medusa had to go to the nearby town for things like food, laundry soap, toiletries, and other such things. "Now!? This is the worst time!" Eruka screams internally, but of course she wouldn't dare voice these thoughts. Instead, she flashed Medusa a smile and nods. "Sure thing Lady Medusa." she says, feigning pleasure at having an easy task for the day, "but do you mind if I take care of something first?" she asks, deciding to see if Lady Medusa was truly in a good mood, and feeling generous, or if this was somehow her punishment for showing up late. She had her answer when Medusa's eyes became narrow and angled, and she felt a sharp poke in her stomach. The poke and shock of the even itself brought back her desire to pee, making her tense up where she stood, all color draining from her face. "Uhm...never mind ribbit. I'm ready to leave when you are." The smaller witch smiles warmly, her eyes returning to normal as she opened the door with magic, motioning for Eruka to follow behind her. The girl had always wondered how Medusa was able to make her eyes do that, but she chalked it up to magic and left it at that. She followed Medusa through the stone corridors in near-silence, the only ambient noise being the clicking of her own boots on the floor, overpowering the soft padding of Medusa's bare feet on the ground. The two witches continued on in silence until they reached a staircase, that led up to a hidden entrance on the surface. Of course the smaller witch had no problem climbing the stairs, but Eruka, whose bladder had not let up on its desire to be emptied, gave her a sharp twinge every time she lifted her leg. As they reached the surface, the two girls had to climb out of a cellar and through several layers of bushes, then hide the entrance to the underground passage once again. Then, they had to walk through the woods until they found a small wooden building, inside of which were a collection of broomsticks, belonging to Eruka, Medusa, and The Mizune sisters. The two retrieved their respective broomsticks, and cast a few charms to hide them from sight, and put their soul protect on. Medusa climbed upon her broomstick, hanging both feet off of one side, and flying high into the air. Eruka, who had always rode her broomstick in a more traditional way, spread her legs to straddle the handle. As she did, she felt a sharp pang of pain in her bladder, and before she could react, she could feel a few tiny drops leak into her underwear. Thinking as quickly as she could, she found a way to put pressure on her crotch, by dropping hard onto her floating broomstick, wincing and making a small noise, tensing up in pain and gripping the handle of the broom in a vice grip. She had to sit there like that for a moment, leaning forward and pressing herself into the broomstick, before she felt the pain and the urge to pee fade away. Deciding she would stay like this for the whole ride, Eruka tugged her hat down over her forehead and hovered up high, taking off after Medusa. It took about twenty minutes of flying, but eventually, the two reached a nearby town where they usually bought all their things they needed for daily life. By now it was a routine procedure, the two witches landed in a dark secluded alleyway, and Medusa took the brooms further in to hide them. As soon as she smaller witch was around the corner, Eruka wrapper her legs around each other and bent her knees, making a quiet whimper noise. Her bladder began protesting as soon as she was off her broom, but with Medusa around, there wasn't much she could do but grin and bear it. She didn't want to find out what would happen if she began acting truly desperate in front of who was for all intents and purposes her master. This urge lasted longer than the others, and it didn't help that during her facade in front of Medusa, she had leaked a tiny leak into her underwear, and the warm, wet fabric was teasing her, tantalizing her with sweet relief. But, at last, she managed to get herself under control enough to walk around behind a dumpster, and remove a brick to retrieve a pile of money, which Medusa's snakes had been pickpocketing between now and the last time they came to town.Not long after, Medusa returned, and the two set off. The girls walked hand in hand as to draw as little suspicion as possible. After all, Medusa looked no older than seven, so it would be expected that she was under heavy supervision when out shopping in town. This meant Eruka had to appear to be leading, so she was setting the pace at which they walked, which was unbearably slow compared to how fast Medusa wanted to walk. The Frog Witch's strides were hindered by her pressing her thighs tightly together, in an effort to contain the contents of her swelling bladder. Luckily for her, the alley they landed in was near the convenience store they normally shopped at. Entering the store, she grabbed a basket, and began leading Medusa through the aisles. Ever so often, Medusa would tug on her hand, indicating that she needed to grab whatever they were currently standing in front of. Making their way through the aisles twice, once for the left side, and once for the right side, the woman told her to grab a few assorted food items, air freshener, laundry detergent, disposable silverware and paper plates, toilet paper and other toiletries, and a small package of pens. By the end of the trip through the mart, Eruka was absolutely dying to get back home and relieve herself, having to shift her weight around from foot to foot where she stood, and wiggle her hips back and forth, bending at the knees and clenching her hands when Medusa wasn't looking or holding her hand. Finally, it looked like they were ready to leave, when all of a sudden, Medusa yanked down on her arm. "Big sis! I have to pee!" Just the word made Eruka cringe. Medusa HAD to be messing with her. There was no way that this was coincidence. "heh...we...we have to get home to meet mom on time. Can't you hold it." Medusa tugged on Eruka's arm even harder, and the girl knew that this was no joke as she felt another sharp poke in her stomach. "No! I gotta pee now!" The girl sighs in defeat and nods, guiding Medusa over to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the convenience store's bathroom only accommodated one at a time. Medusa stepped inside, and made a show of telling Eruka not to come in, before shutting the door and locking it behind her, leaving the Frog Witch to wiggle around outside the door. "At least I can squirm freely out here." She thinks, allowing her legs to freely wrap around one another, dropping her hips low, and letting her but stick out a bit as she wiggles, bringing one leg up, letting it down, and bringing the other leg up in an obvious pee dance. Coupled with the time she had spent sleeping, and the time from last night, it had been nearly 14 hours since the last time Eruka had used the bathroom, and it was catching up with her hard. It only became worse when she heard the steady sound of liquid rushing into the toilet behind the door. Apparently, Medusa had not been lying, that, or she was being very evil and using something to pour water into the toilet. Whatever she was doing, it made Eruka's bladder spasm. She could feel urine rushing down, on its way out, and did the only thing she could think of. Throwing her hands down, she pushed her dress down between her tightly shut thighs, grabbing her crotch through the fabric, groaning and wiggling on the spot. "This is torture ribbit! I swear I'll never be late again!" she whimpers in her own head as tears form in the corners of her eyes. Things got even worse when, after a brief silence, Eruka heard the toilet flush. Again, she could feel a leak on its way out, but she could also hear the door opening at the same time. Doing the only thing she could think of, she opened her thighs a bit to let her dress out, and uncrossed her legs, pulling her hands out and folding them together in front of her. This action brought about consequence in the form of a heavy leak spurting out of her, soaking her underwear, which had all but dried out between then and her last leak. The blush on her face was undeniable, but Medusa made no comment on it as she took Eruka's hand again. Rushing as much as she could, she brought the older woman up to the check out counter, and began letting the cashier ring them up. "Is this your daughter?" The question was a shock to the poor Frog Witch, partially because she had not been expecting to be pulled into conversation with an employee, but also because she was slightly offended. What part of her made her look old enough to have a seven year old kid! What a b*tch! "Uhm...no. She's my sister Ribi....." Eruka ended her sentence with a cough to cover up her slip, forgetting about her verbal tick for a moment. It was always a pain whenever they came out that Eruka had to consciously keep herself from saying "ribbit" as she usually did, though now, with her focus divided, it was even more difficult to remember. The cashier blushed a bit, looking embarrassed. "Oh! I'm sorry!...its just..you don't really look alike." She apologizes (sort of) as she continues bagging up their stuff. Eruka nods and decides to let it go, allowing silence to fall between them again. "So...I like your hat." This girl was persistent. "thanks..." Eruka replied roughly, trying to get the girl to stop. "Where did you get it?" Eruka had to physically stop herself from snapping at the girl by biting her tongue momentarily, before speaking once more. "I made it." "Oh really! That's so cool! 87.88 is the total." Eruka quickly paid and grabbed the bags before the girl could ask any more questions. She was also rushing because she was sure that she could smell out the faintest hint of urine on herself. It may have just been because she was self conscious about her leak, but she didn't want to take that chance. As soon as they exited the store, she turned to head back into the alley, but she felt a familiar poke in her stomach, wincing and tensing up, shaking as the pain forced another leak out of her, warming her now-chilled crotch, and she could swear she felt a bit of wetness rolling down her pantyhose as well. "Sis! I'm hungry." The Frog Witch knew it would be no use arguing, so she sighed and turned around. She took Medusa's hand again and let her lead the way, picking the restaurant. The older witch settled on a smaller diner, which Eruka was almost grateful for. She wanted to sit down, figuring it would be easier to hold back her pent-up pee that way, and wondering if she could find a way to use the restaurant's bathroom. Once inside, they were quickly seated by a pretty-looking waitress with sandy blonde hair bound back into a ponytail. She led them to a booth by a window in a non-smoking section of the diner, and as soon as Medusa was situated in her booster seat, Eruka wasted no time asking her question. "Excuse me miss, where's the bathroom?" she asks, standing with her legs locked tight together, setting their bags down on the outside of the table. The young woman only shakes her head. "Sorry dear, but some hooligans came in earlier and trashed the bathrooms. We have them both closed off until we can get someone in there to repair them." Of course, why had she expected anything different? Resigning herself to at least another hour of torture, Eruka slid in across from Medusa, keeping her thighs locked tightly together. Even if Medusa hadn't known she needed to go, she definitely knew now, and Eruka was confident that she would find some way to make the next hour torturous for her. The woman set a menu down in front of Eruka, and children menu with a coloring mat on it in front of Medusa, before she pulled out a notepad. "Any drinks to start off?" Eruka felt her heart sank. Just the thought of consuming liquid made a sharp pain rush through her lower body. She crossed her legs tight, wincing. "Uhm...c-could we have a minute?" She asks, wanting to compose herself before dealing with the question again. Medusa made a pouting face, but the woman nods and leaves them to look at their menus. Figuring that it was important she at least try to look natural, Eruka opened up her menu, and immediately regretted it with every fiber of her being. Her eyes were assaulted with imagery of liquids sloshing around in tall glasses with droplets of condensation dripping down them. Blushing bright red, Eruka felt a hot rush of liquid between her legs, pee spurting out of her, soaking through her underwear and running between her thighs. Immediately, she tenses her muscles, stopping the liquid, and pushed a hand between her thighs, pushing her dress down with it, pressing directly into her crotch, crossing her legs over her hand, and bending forward, gritting her teeth,and shutting her eyes tight. "Oh God! Please no! Ribbit! Please stop! I'm wetting my pants! I can't! Ribbit!" she thinks, mentally panicking over her large leak. It hurt so much that tears came to her eyes, the burning and stinging of urine right behind her womanhood, begging to be released. Naturally, these movements caught Medusa's attention. "What's 'sa matter big sis!?" She asks, feigning a look of concern. Eruka swallows nervously. "N-nothing...Sis is fine..." Medusa flashed the witch an evil smirk, and then looked down, continuing to color. The sight made Eruka's stomach twist and sink. She knew. She knew and was punishing her with this torture. The young witch bit her lip and fought back tears as she managed to hold back the flood. Eruka watched Medusa grow distracted with the coloring, as apparently some of Rachael, the original owner of the little girl body, had rubbed off on her. She took advantage of this distraction, and reached under her dress, shimmying in her seat and pulling down her pantyhose to inspect the damage. She knew it wasn't going to be good when she saw a glistening dark mark on them. Next, she took her hand away from her crotch, shaking and clenching her muscles to fight off another leak, as apparently her body didn't appreciate the sudden lack of pressure. She grimaced, seeing that there was a small wet spot on the front of her dress, right on one of the white dots, leaving a little bit of yellow discoloration. The sight made her have a revelation. She was sitting on the back of her dress! If she leaked anymore, she's probably end up putting a wet spot on it. She couldn't leak anymore, lest she have to walk out of here in shame. Finally, she made sure nobody was looking, and lifted her dress, revealing grey panties, with white polka dots and trim, matching the color scheme of her dress. The sight wasn't very pretty. The crotch of her panties was darkened to a near-black color, and the polka dots inside the wet patch were an off-yellow color. Swallowing nervously, Eruka sniffled, fending off the urge to cry, and grimaced as she smelled the faint scent of urine wafting up from her lap. Immediately, she let her dress fall again and pulled her pantyhose back up, not wanting anyone to smell pee on her. It was lucky she did it when she did too, as the waitress returned at that exact moment, wanting to know what they wanted. The Frog Witch was at a complete loss. She wasn't hungry, and didn't want to eat anything, potentially bloating her stomach and worsening her problem, but she knew that Medusa would probably call her out on it if she didn't order anything. "W...water...just water..." Just saying the word made Eruka's abdomen throb and scream out in protest. The woman writes it down and turns to Medusa, asking what she wanted in a sweet and fluttery voice. "Grilled Cheese and Lemonade!" The smaller girl answered. Eruka paled and sank down in her seat, squirming under the table and crossing her legs tight. It just HAD to be lemonade! The woman writes it down and heads away, and Medusa returned to her coloring mat, and Eruka was busying herself with trying to picture anything other than a glass of yellow liquid. "Ribbit! Ooooo...I gotta peeee....gotta hold it....gotta hold it...." After a short time, the Waitress comes back with their drinks. Eruka couldn't force herself to look at it, having to grab herself with both hands under the table, pressing hard into her crotch just to contain the flood. "Look sissy!" Eruka looks up as Medusa waves down her attention, then immediately pales once again. Medusa was putting her straw in her drink, putting her finger over the top, pulling it out, removing her finger, and letting the yellow liquid spill back out into the glass. Eruka felt another leak spurt out and through her panties and pantyhose, this time soaking her dress, She shuddered and tenses as hard as she could, grabbing her crotch as hard as she could, gritting her teeth and nearly doubling over. The warm leaks teased her, tortured her. The gently trickling drops running down to the bottom of the seat, soaking into the back of her panties, tickling the bottom of her butt crack, it was all begging her for release, making it unbearable. "P...please stop Ribbit!" Eruka pleads out loud. Medusa almost seemed surprised by the sudden outburst, but them smirks evilly, her eyes changing shape once more as she goes to replace the straw, just as their waitress returns with her food. "oopsie!" Medusa "accidentally" thrust the straw into the cup too hard, sending the yellow-colored drink toppling over and spilling all over the table. The waitress gasps and pouts. "Oh no! Don't worry, I'll get this cleaned up and get another one out to you right away miss.....miss?....Oh my god!" The waitress had been apologizing to Eruka, who just had her head down, appearing to be crying. It was all too much. As the yellow liquid fell, Eruka's face lit up bright red. Both hands were buried in her crotch as she leaned over the table, letting out a long, heavy breath. A sigh of relief. She could feel her bladder contract hard, seeing all the yellow liquid spilled all over, and felt another leak spurt into her underwear, running down between her thighs and into the seat of her clothes again. Then she leaked again, longer, sending the wet spot on her panties nearly up to the front waistband, and further across her butt, making the wet spot where she was holding her dress to her crotch spread out to about the size of a softball. Another leak, and another, the smell of urine became obvious, and it was here that the waitress screamed out, realizing what was happening. Eruka could feel liquid tickling her rear end, the backs of her thighs as well. She was sitting in a small puddle. And then all control was lost. All at once, a muffled, yet still considerably loud, hissing sound came from Eruka's lap. The waitress' scream had attracted the attention of all the patrons around them, and they watched as urine came pouring out of Eruka's tired lips, soaking the front of her dress. A puddle became visible, spreading out under her butt, a second wet spot crawling up the back of her dress, darkening the grey fabric and leaving the white dots a pale yellow color. The puddle then begins spilling over, pee splattering to the floor at Eruka's feet, as well as spilling down the backs of her legs, to form a second puddle on the floor, and start filling her boots with the hot liquid. The urine filled her boots all the way up to her calves, leaving her standing ankle deep in her own pee. Finally, the hissing died down, as the smell of pee began to move to other tables, making people hold their nose, or comment on it, or outright get up and leave. People looking at her were either sympathetic, pitying her, or absolutely disgusted, yelling at her, calling her disgusting. "Sissy had an accident!" Medusa announces, only making it worse. The seat was completely and utterly soaked. There was a puddle of urine underneath Eruka's ass, as well as on the floor around her feet. Her panties, and her dress were absolutely ruined, and her boots probably were too. The waitress was torn between going to get her manager and staying to comfort the girl, despite how disgusting she might be right now. Eruka was silent, sliding out of the booth, standing up. The front of her dress had a giant wet mark on the front, and leftover drops were sent rolling down her soaked pantyhose-clad legs, down into her boots. Another wet spot spread all the way from the top of her hips to the bottom off the dress in the back, widening the further down it went. She leaned over in silence, tears streaming from her eyes, unfastening Medusa's booster seat. "Can we go home ribbit~?" she asks, her voice cracking as she fought to keep from breaking down in sobs in the middle of the diner. Medusa nods, and Eruka picks her up, setting her down and holding her hand, and picking up their shopping bags. "Tell your boss I'm sorry." She says, thrusting the rest of the leftover money into the Waitresses hand and leaving without a word, rushing Medusa outside. As soon as they were out, Eruka broke down in sobs and tears, crying openly as she walked down the street with Medusa in tow, wiping her eyes on her forearm, wanting to avoid her urine soaked hand. She began to shiver as the outside air began to dry out her clothes, leaving her with cold, wet clothes that smelled like pee. The two girls wordlessly made their way back to the alley, mounting their brooms and flying home. Eruka had to deal with the disgusting feeling of wet clothes squishing into her as she rode her broom. She would likely have to wash off her broomstick after this as well. After another twenty minutes of flying, the girls arrived at their hiding spot for the brooms. Putting them away, they again had to make the trek through the woods, and fight through the bushes and cellar doors, and then navigate the corridors back to the main castle, before they finally ended up outside Eruka's room. For the longest time, Eruka had been following Medusa, assuming she would berate her, or punish her in some way, but once they were outside the Frog Witch's room, the smaller girl stopped, which made Eruka stop in turn. She looks over her shoulder with evil, spiteful eyes, but a playful, satisfied grin. "Don't be late again." (I hope this has less grammar errors than the last one and is all in all more pleasant to read. Like I said, I haven't decided if I want to do this for all my fics or not yet, but it partially depends on feedback and reception of this one! I hope you enjoyed it! <^-^>)
  6. Halloween Wetting

    An amazing halloween wetting sketch shared by Anathema!

    © http://omorashi.org/topic/9786-happy-halloween/

  7. Soul Eater: Eruka

    Eruka quietly bit her lower lip, pushing her thighs together and squirming slightly where she sat. Ever since Medusa had been resurrected, or found a new body to possess, or whatever it is that she did, the three of them, that is, she, Eruka, and Free, had been forced to lay low in a small underground castle dungeon. This meant none of them could go outside, except in disguises to the local town, for food or other such needs. Ever since this cycle of events began, Eruka and Free were instructed to gather with Medusa in the largest room of the dungeon, sometimes to talk of strategy, sometimes to dish out assignments, and sometimes simply to meditate, to keep the mind and the nerves at ease. These meetings ranged anywhere from an hour to four, depending on when Medusa decided to disband them. Unfortunately for Eruka…this meeting was running rather long. Medusa had called them in for a session of meditation about two and a half hours ago, and looked like she meant to go on. The night before, Eruka had been reading an extensive series of books on different applications of transformation magic. In order to stay up and continue reading, she had drunk several tall glasses of coffee, and now was paying the price for them. Over the course of the early morning, her bladder had been steadily filling, and just when it got to the point where Eruka had given in and was about to go to the bathroom, Medusa had summoned them for a meeting. She was meant to be meditating, but her swollen bladder made it hard for her to focus. She shifted in her spot again, making little noise as her dress dragged across the cold floor beneath her. She squeezed her thighs together again as another small urge to let go came across her, her bladder tingling. “Ribbit, this is getting bad…” She thinks, shutting her eyes and biting her lower lip once again, gently tugging at the hem of her dress. “That should be enough for today…” Medusa’s voice echoes through the room. Eruka looks up to see the newly child-bodied Witch sitting in the air, her legs crossed held up by the snake-like extensions to her robes. Free got up and walked away, and a newly relieved Eruka was about to do the same, when the girl up above suddenly turned her way, standing up on her own two legs and hoping down beside her. “Eruka, come, you will make a run into town with me…” she says. This was nothing out of the ordinary, as this was usually their job. Free tended to attract a lot of attention, and a little girl running around buying groceries and other such things was thought to be too conspicuous. Eruka swallowed nervously, and was about to open her mouth to ask to “take care of something first,” but Medusa seemed to sense this and narrowed her eyes. Eruka suddenly felt a short, sharp poke in her stomach…one of Medusa’s snakes no doubt, and she paled. “Um…s..sure…” she says, a nervous smile on her face. “Good, come with me…” The two girls walked through the dungeon, the small tapping of Medusa’s bare feet, and the loud clicking of Eruka’s boots on the floor echoing off of the concrete walls, until finally, they reached the staircase heading up to the outside. Medusa, of course, had no problems climbing the steps, but Eruka, whose bladder still had not given her any breaks, had to climb each step in pace with the girl, each time her leg lifted up putting pressure on her abdomen. Once again, she merely bit her lip, tensing her muscles to keep from leaking. At last they had made it outside, the exit being disguised as a cellar door next to a small barn. Eruka followed Medusa around the side of the structure and into the barn, where two broomsticks leaned against a nearby support post. On these brooms were small seals that, when touched by a witch, turned them and the rider invisible to the naked eye. Medusa quickly mounted hers, riding in a side-saddle style, while Eruka, new to riding broomstick, had to straddle it in the traditional way. The brooms floated at the witch’s touch, and almost immediately, when Eruka spread her legs to straddle the broomstick, another urge to pee hit her bladder, and she, on instinct, put pressure on it, in this case, dropping her full weight onto the broomstick, leaned forward, her crotch pushing on the handle. She immediately felt better, the pressure relieved, and she maintained that she would stay like that for the duration of the ride. By this time, Medusa had already cloaked and taken off, so quickly, Eruka tugged her hat down tight over her head, cloaked, and took off, flying out of the barn and up into the sky. After around five minutes of flying, the witches hovered down into an alleyway, in the town down the hill from the castle, just as they always did, and just as always, Eruka walked down the alleyway to behind a dumpster, where her snakes had been compiling pickpocketed money since the last time they had shown up. Eruka stayed farther up the alleyway, and when she dismounted her broomstick, she was reminded of her urgent need, as a wave of desperation overcame her, her bladder twinging tightly in her abdomen. She quickly crossed her legs and bent over slightly, her ass sticking out as she did a small dance of desperation, waiting for the urge to fade. Fortunately, it did, and she straightened up, but unfortunately, Medusa turned around as she was in the process of uncrossing and closing her legs tight. “Go on…hide the broomstick…” Medusa says, a small smirk on her face, “Big sister…” she adds with the smallest hint of sarcasm. When in town, Medusa took on the moniker of Rachel, the little girl that rightfully owned the body she possessed, and Eruka was her older sister. Eruka swallowed nervously as she throws the broom behind a piece of cardboard leaning against the left wall of the alley. Had she seen her? Does she know what’s wrong? Eruka bit her lip once again as she took Medusa’s smaller hand in her own and began walking her down the street, Eruka’s pace quite delayed due to her thighs being mashed together. Not a minute had passed before Medusa looked up at Eruka, putting on a cute-looking, Puppy-eyed face. “Sissy, I’m hungry…” she says, sounding remarkably like a little girl. This probably translated into something along the lines of “I’m actually quite hungry. Let’s go get something to eat before we go shopping.” She says. Seeing the opportunity to sit down, and possibly even use the restaurant’s bathroom, Eruka nods quickly. “Okay! We can go eat!” She says, her voice coming out much more frantic than she had meant it too. She bites her lip, a blush lighting her face, and Medusa, still in character, giggles. Eruka pulls the smaller-but-older girl into the next food-service-shop they passed, which happened to be a diner. They were met with a hostess, who, after asking the obligatory question of smoking or non-smoking, brought them to a booth, with two menus, one normal, and one for children, along with a coloring mat and a booster seat. “Excuse me ri-…miss…” Eruka asks, tapping on the woman’s shoulder as she led them to the booth, having to stop herself from saying “Ribbit” As she usually did, “Can you point me to the restrooms?” The hostess looks back briefly, then stops walking, and begins setting one side of the table for them. “I’m sorry, but someone was vandalizing the bathrooms earlier this morning. They’re out of order for cleaning.” Eruka felt her heart sink, and coincidentally, her bladder twinge. She pushed her thighs together even tighter, her face now hot with embarrassment. She heard Medusa giggle again. If she didn’t know that Eruka had to go before, she definitely knew now. “Oh…” was all the witch said as the hostess put the booster seat down. She then left and Eruka put Medusa in, strapping the buckle across the smaller girl’s waist, before climbing in on the other side of the table, moving her tableware and menu over with her. She immediately crossed her legs, and felt much better than she did moving around. She opens the menu…and then immediately closes it as her eyes are assaulted with imagery of liquid sloshing in tall, cold glasses. And then Eruka felt a slight warmth…a short wetness between her legs. Her face lights up and, as discretely, but also as quickly as she could, she pushed her hand down between her thighs her dress trailing down with it. She grabbed her crotch tight, crossing her legs over her hand and bending forward slightly. ‘Ribiit! Oh god! I just wet myself Ribbit!” She screams in her head, her eyes shut tight and her muscles taught. She felt a stinging, burning sensation just behind the lips of her womanhood, liquid pushing and striving to get out. “What’s wrong sissy?” Eruka looked up, the stinging quickly fading away. Medusa had looked up from the coloring mat she had begun coloring in, probably to keep her disguise up, but also probably to pass the time. She had that small, knowing twinkle in her eye, that made her seem so much like her snakes. “N-n-nothing…Sissy’s fine…” Eruka stammers out nervously. She saw Medusa smirk, then look down and continue her coloring. Eruka took advantage of the distraction, and, after looking around to make sure nobody was looking, removed her hand, crossed her legs once again, and lifted up her dress. After she had tugged the fabric up above her waist, she then took her free hand and pulled the waist of her tights away from her body, revealing her dark grey, white-polka-dotted panties. She could see a small dark patch in the crotch of her panties and even a slight stain of yellow near the bottom of one of the lower polka dots. She swallowed nervously, and gently let the stockings fall back in place, pushing her dress back down. It was a good thing she finished inspecting when she did too, as the waitress showed up. “Hi, what can I get for you today!?” She says with a big smile. Eruka was at a loss. She didn’t want to eat food, not at a time like this, where it could potentially add a second problem, but she knew Medusa would probably call her out in some way if she ordered nothing. “I’ll just have…” she swallowed nervously once again, “A...g-glass of water…” Just the word made her abdomen throb. The waitress took the order and smiled down at Medusa. “And for you little one?” The witch thought for a moment and smiled brightly afterwards. “Grilled cheese and lemonade!” she says with a huge, almost goofy-looking grin. Eruka paled, sinking down in her seat, her heels and legs bouncing under the table. The waitress nods and takes both of the menus, leaving to go fill the orders. Medusa went back to the coloring mat, and Eruka…Eruka was frantically thinking of things to dry and keep her mind off her throbbing bladder. Her ass moved back and forth across her dress on the seat, her legs squeezing tight together. She shut her eyes again as a small tear rolled out of one, the pain in her abdomen becoming near unbearable for the poor girl. “I can hold it…I can hold it Ribbit…” After about five minutes, the waitress comes back with their drinks, and Eruka felt another stinging, twinging sensation in her groin, a throbbing pain hitting her with deadly force. She forced her hand between her legs under the table, and nodded a thank you to the waitress, who went off to get Medusa’s food. “Under the table…” Medusa mutters and Eruka nearly breaks into a cold sweat out of sheer embarrassment. She looks down, peering under the table, and is relieved to find that Medusa is simply holding out the wad of dollar bills collected from her snakes. She takes it in her free hand…and see’s Medusa’s eyes change into their reptilian slit state, indicating a devious thought running through her head. Eruka bites her lower lip as Medusa waves her hand in a mock attempt to grab Eruka’s attention. “Sissy! Look!” she calls, and she puts one finger on the straw in the child’s cup of lemonade. She then pulls the straw out, bright yellow liquid filing it’s lower half. She shakes it, and a small drop comes off. Eruka’s face goes bright red, and she drops the money into the seat beside her, and pushes her second hand between her legs, pushing into her crotch so hard it hurt. “Rachel! Please stop!” she says frantically. For a moment, Medusa seems confused by the sudden outburst. She then giggled and nodded. The small girl then see’s the waitress coming and, in a stroke of evil genius, goes to put the straw back in, and purposely topples the cup over, the lid popping off on the table, and the yellow liquid spilling all over the table top. “Oh no…” the waitress says as she puts the plate of food down on the tables edge, looking at the now-sad-looking little girl, “Uh oh…” she says, patting Medusa on the head. “Would you like another…Miss!” The waitress turned her head to look at Eruka, and saw her eyes streaming with tears. Both of her hands were buried in her crotch, and her face was bright red. Her body seemed to slump down slightly, and she leaned over the table a bit, letting out a short, heavy breath, a sigh of relief. Eruka felt her control slip away, as first a small spurt leaked out into her panties, running down between her lips and settling just below the seat of her underwear, then a larger leak, soaking her crotch, and sending the wet spot farther up into her abdomen area, with liquid running down between her legs and spreading the wet spot further up the seat of her panties. Another spurt and Eruka could feel her hands get wet, meaning there was definitely a wet spot on her dress now. Another, much longer spurt, and she felt pee tickling at the edge of her ass crack, at the edge of her cheeks, the very top of the back of her thighs…she was sitting in a small puddle. Finally, the quiet sound of spraying liquid came from between the girls legs. Piss came pouring out of her, a visible wet spot spreading across the front of her dress, spreading from where she held herself. A yellow puddle became visible as it spread from under Eruka’s ass, a second wet spot climbing up the back and the sides of her dress, the white spots all growing dull yellow as the wetness crawls past. The puddle began spilling over and splashing onto the floor, making enough noise to attract the attention of the patrons in the booth behind her, and the table next to their booth. This also dragged the wet patch down the rest of the back of her dress. Pee gushed down the insides and the back of her tights-clad legs, filling up in her boots, soaking her socks and filling them, pee slowly crawling back up her ankles, up to her calves, and pooling on the floor. The distinct scent of urine rose from around the girl, quickly filling the air around the booth, and if that wasn’t enough, Medusa thought appropriate to yell out, “Sissy had an accident!” She yelled it loud enough to where everyone in the non-smoking section of the diner had their eyes on Eruka, and whispered about either how disgusting it was, or how bad they felt for her. By the time Eruka’s spraying piss faded to a stream, and finally to a trickle, the seat had been completely and utterly soaked, a stagnant puddle underneath Eruka’s soaking wet rear. Her dress, as well as anything underneath, was obviously ruined. Her boots had been filled up to her calf muscles in piss, and the girl reeked of urine. “miss I…I…” The waitress stutters, trying to think of some way to make the situation better. Eruka simply slides out of the booth, tears streaming from her eyes, and stands up. As she stands, some leftover drops go sliding down her tights, some others dripping from the bottom hem of her ruined dress, which now had a big wet circle on the front near her crotch, and another, one all the way down the back, starting from the top on her ass. She leaned over and unfastened Medusa from the seat, and however odd it may have looked, asked her if they could go home. Medusa nods and Eruka pulls her out of the booth. She then takes the money off the seat, luckily untouched by the puddle, and hands it all to the waitress. “Tell your boss I’m sorry Ribbit…” she says, hiccupping as she, without another word, takes Medusa’s hand and leads the smaller girl out of the diner. I may write a follow up to this one, if people really enjoy it. I know I enjoyed writing it <^-^>