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!)

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??"

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 <^-^>