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  1. Back in January, I started an interactive about a group of mercenaries venturing to a dark island to break a curse. As much as I enjoyed, and still enjoy, writing it, I felt that story was started more as a way to prove that I could write. You know, give my own doubts the middle finger. After a few months and a rise in confidence, I felt like the time was right to tackle an idea closer to my heart. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You are roused from your sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses. You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled against a silk cushion. I must’ve nodded off. You think as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is hoisting your luggage aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of a wooden gate. You’d fallen asleep before you were even out the town. You can see that the sun is high. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept almost the entire journey. You stretch your arms and yawn. You look around your carriage; it’s your basic oak compartment. Easy on your eyes and easy on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats, dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large red curtain that runs the length of the whole compartment. There is also a small space beneath your seat to store your belongings but you prefer to keep your rucksack by your feet. In your tired state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before falling asleep; sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in warm welcoming glow. You rub your eyes and lean over to take a glance through your carriage window. It is a beautiful summer day in the midlands, there isn’t a cloud in the sky. birds are chirping and a light breeze blows through the forest, rustling the leaves. You almost regret not walking now, it was the perfect day for it. You feel a tad parched. You lean down, going to reach for your rucksack, looking for your flask, when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. It’s a small ornate hand mirror, tucked under the opposite seat. Strange, I don’t remember packing this. You think as you pick up the hand mirror, wondering just how in the realms it got into your carriage. Perhaps a noble was last to use this carriage and had forgotten it? Regardless, you decide now is a good time to sort yourself out. You want to look your best, after all. You hold the mirror up and examine yourself, meeting the weary gaze of your own reflection. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What does the reflection that stares back at you look like? Your Character Name: Personality: Outfit: Hairstyle: Hair Colour: Appearance: Height: Body Type: Breast size: Extra (Anything else you wish to add about yourself): __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Edit: If anybody would rather use a picture than fill out the description that is fine. (Still will need a name though) ^^
  2. I figure I should draw more. Not only that, but I should draw better. I'll probably take request later, for now I should just focus on drawing more. Well it's been a while, so here's two I did last night. I already warned NSFW, but everyone who looks at my stuff should be prepared for anything. I'm making it a goal to draw more period, but especially what I do best. Already got more coming, there will be plenty of colored and shaded works, I just needed to loosen up a bit first. EDIT: Before It's too late to edit I forgot to mention. I do lots of furry and anthro stuff, but also pony is a favorite of mine. It's all fantasy porn, I don't go around showing this crap to little kids so I don't care. Not afraid of diaper or males, but I don't usually draw them. I tagged yuri because I plan on it.
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    This is a super cute doujin by yomiclone I got today (as well as an additional bonus doujin by marinade vinegar)! I absolutely love Yomiclone's art style. He only has two comics, but they're already two of my favorites. This download includes the original comic and a waifu2x upscaled version for 4k screens. --- Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=12733966 Toranoana: http://www.toranoana.jp/mailorder/article/04/0030/55/88/040030558819.html

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  4. WriterForce6XV

    diapers Weapons with Hearts

    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!
  5. With the turn of the new year I figured it was time to start working on writing again. I haven't actually finished a single piece of work in quite a while (over a year) and now that interactive stories are taking off I wanted to try my own hand at one. This story takes place in my own universe, a land where magic is rare and dark forces stalk the world. Players will be taking control of Franziska Audenveil, an adventurer who has traveled to the eastern country of Serkaine hoping to free the island of Oldengrad from a mysterious and deadly curse. To get us started, there are three backgrounds available for Franziska that will help shape her history and abilities, as well as how she is perceived in the world. So let's begin! And I apologize in advance if my writing seems a bit underwhelming...like I said: it's been a long while since I did this. I would also like to thank a few people from this site who have encouraged me to take the plunge and try putting my writings and world back out there. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Backgrounds Select a background for Franziska. Her chosen background will shape her history and abilities in combat. Travelling Healer You were in Orientia during the great plague. You stood at the grand hospital of Vetalli as sickness ran rampant through the city, all the while risking your own life to ensure the lives of others. You are no stranger to disease or disaster. Your knowledge of healing magic and alchemy were not learned in the confines of a fancy academy. They were learned first-hand through methods that make even the toughest men shudder. Now, you wander the free lands, putting your years of medical knowledge to good use, aiding the sick and the poor. Abilities Healing Surge: You call upon the divine of Mercy to cure an ally of injuries, ailments, or stress. Inflict Illness: You manipulate your own magic, inflicting the symptoms of a deadly disease upon an enemy. Medicine Kit: Using a combination of ingredients and magical energy, you can create healing potions, salves, or tonics. Experienced Healer: Your years of training in medicine and psychology allow you to diagnose illnesses or mental issues and cure minor injuries such as a cut or scrape without proper supplies. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Monster Hunter You have hunted the undead, rogue spirits and even demons. You are a force to be reckoned with, combining a deadly duo of melee and magic. Your childhood was spent under the banner of the Selkava, the monster hunters of the east. Countless hours spent out in the freezing cold as you hoped to hone your swordsmanship, as well as mastering powerful blood magic. You departed the Selkava on the eve of your twelfth year of birth, heading out into the unknown lands, seeking out new evils and challenges. Abilities Blood barrier: You call upon your blood magic, sacrificing your own life force to create a magical barrier to protect yourself and your allies. Blood chain: You call upon your blood magic, using your own blood and magic to form a magical chain that pulls in enemies. Demon Gaze: You call upon your blood magic, seeking out the presence of any being that possesses blood magic. Monster Specialist: You can identify most types of demons, aberrations or horrors and the means to deal with them. You can also craft special bombs and potions to aid in combat. In addition your experience with dark forces makes you more resistant to stress or mental breakdowns. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Uncharted Witch You have studied the outer realms, learning their powers and secrets for your own gain. You spent your early years on the run, a rogue mage hunted relentlessly by the Magic Arcanum. Your family refused to be bound to their rules, taking refuge with a group of mages known as the uncharted. It was with these mages that you studied the outer realms and trained yourself in forbidden magic, learning to manipulate the elements, the minds of your foes, and even the world around you. Now you wander the world as a drifter, seeking out more forbidden magic. Abilities Ethereal Walk: You warp the world around you, allowing you or an ally to walk outside of your plane and become invincible for a short time. Elemental Rune: You call upon the elements, summoning a fire/water/wind/earth rune near you. The rune will explode when something steps over it or can be detonated by it’s caster. Control Creature: You summon your spirit into a nearby creature, dominating it’s mind and taking control of it. This ability will not work on strong creatures and exposure to dark magic or corruption puts you at risk of mental issues. Magical Font: Your knowledge and connection to the arcane realms allows you to cast an additional ability once. You are also capable of wielding a fireball/ice blast/wind strike/earth smash in your off-hand
  6. Greetings, once more! And welcome to the third iteration of Faust's interactive Stories! Faust felt it would be best to dive back into this kind of thing with a renewed vigor, and some balance from things he's learned from the previous two interactives...As they were both quite experimental. As such, welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories 3! Promising more adventures, more lewdities, and more stories! Rules, and mild changes coming up shortly.... ================================================================================================================================================== [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (For those looking for lewdity, in a scholastic setting. Days in this world will follow a brief morning (Depending on the character), Followed by Schooltimes. [In several segments], and end a short bit after returning from school.) Family Featurettes: (Will usually involve home life with a selected character's family, and occasionally a small vacation! Certain characters will get more out of this than others. Tend to have an average Morning, an average day, and an average night. (Subject to Vacationing)) Faust's Holiday Fun: (As expected, these days are selected to celebrate a holiday with specified characters. Christmas Parties, Thanksgiving Dinners, and the like. A mixture of lewdity, and casual home life. Tend to have a segment last longer than the others, depending on the Holiday) Magic Academy's Pleasure District: (A setting inside of the Magical Academy story, for those who wish to be adventurous with some lewdity! Details may or may not carry over to the actual Magic Academy Interactive. Have an average day segment, and a lengthy night segment, with a nearly-non-existent morning) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters! An early morning optional, but a Hefty daytime segment, with a very brief night) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to pick out a world. May be old, or new, times vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable for future segments.) Faust's Town Adventures: (A segment with an average time all around, with the selected individuals, going around town doing various normal things. Meant for enjoying things on a day off from the Scholastic system.) Private Bedroom: (For that special vulgar scene with characters of your choosing. Very restrictive.....Must have 5 Hearts of affection to invite someone here.) AuthorFaust's Fateful One-Shots: (For when you just want to request a special scene. If enough votes pick it up, it'll be written... Or if the Author likes it enough. Running times Vary considerably.) ???: (Locked!! Do 2 runs as Faust to unlock) ???: (Locked!! Do A run as a Magical Academy Student to unlock) Movie Adventures: (Go to the Movies with a character of your choice! Drinks and popcorn are provided! Watch a scene picked out by either the Commenters, or Author, and wait for the magic to happen. Runtimes of movies will vary, but usually put your companion in Dire need.) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] [A seemingly average boy with short forest green hair, and an unimpressive build.. Faust is the Familiar figure of the stories, and constant target of various happenstances. One with a healthy taste for the lewd, but kind enough to help out others when he can. If he could get out from under Saril's Thumb, he might...] (Able to be used in any plot except Magic Academy Pleasure District) Yuno Gasai: [Female] [The shapely, twintailed pinkette, with a cutesy manner of speaking, and a distressing past...Everyone knows who Yuno is, and it seems a wide variety of people have their eyes on her. However, her eyes are only on.....] (Will rarely involve herself in lewdity with anyone but Faust. Stories with her may center more around Faust (Or Fauxst) more than others. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure District.) Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] [A girl with a modest figure, and long green hair in a ponytail. With an overwhelmingly embarrassing family, and a stern attitude, one would be forgiven for seeing her as cold. However, beneath her stern exterior hides a girl with a firm penchant for holding...] (A bit harder to coerce into inciting lewdity in....But, far more likely to remain focused when at high bladder amounts. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure district.) Eoria Karakuri: [Female] [A girl with long silver hair, a modest figure, and a nearly unquenchable lust for science.....and a barely concealed naughty side. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and always working on something new...) (Runs with Eoria may contain an experimental item to utilize. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district.) Saiga Giriko: [Female] [A girl with crimson hair, a sizable figure, and an apt hand for mechanics. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and a self-proclaimed domme, Saiga is one of the few not into the idea of wetting herself, and is much less....open with her lusts than some others... (Lust fills slower as Saiga. Does not enjoy wetting herself. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district. Can temporarily modify O.M.O.R.A. in her runs.) Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] [A petite girl with orange hair, tied into ear-like twintails, and a taste for the lewd. What she lacks in curves, she more than makes up for in enthusiasm. (Cannot be used for Magic Academy's Pleasure District. Can carry 3 items in a run, instead of 2. Is also more proficient in using items, leading to a smaller cooldown...) Juuni Neptunia: [Female] [A petite girl with short purple hair, and a usually perky-nature... Who tends to run her mouth a bit more than she would like. Most certainly does not enjoy the affections of her 'Brother' <Actually Cousin> Faustus in an impure manner. Tends to overdo it sometimes.....] (Cannot be used in the Magic Academy's Pleasure district. Bladder meter fills a bit faster as Juuni..) Arthoria Faustus: [Male] [5th Ranked at the Magical Academy, and assistant to Saril's Special Show: Hold it! Omo-Idol. Runs the Black-Light District of Magical Academy. Probably needs a drink.] (Cannot be used for Another Note. May come with a variety of 'Spells.' May uncover new Magic Academy Characters to command...) Yonyu Bengane: [Female] (102nd ranked at Magic Academy, and the unofficial Librarian. A modest figure, concealed by many different garments, and a pair of glasses hide her true intentions, whatever they might be. And yet, something about her seems.... Ayano: [Female] (100th Ranked at Magic Academy, and the most prominent of the Black-Light students. Has a bit of a...dangerous disposition about her, and a venomous side underneath an innocent schoolgirl Facade...) (Does not play nice with other girls. Options may be a bit crueler than expected, with some exceptions. Cannot be used for Family Featurettes...) Lyna Hikari: [Female] (A shapely girl with silver hair, who's spent most of her life in a church dedicated to complete chastity and purity......And was transferred to a normal school by a certain Supernatural Hunter's efforts. Very inexperienced, and innocent, but eager to make new friends...) [Cannot be used in Magical Academy Pleasure District. More sensitive to lust than others...] ???: [More to be unlocked] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (These are mostly the same.....with a few, minor changes...) Plot: Now almost Strictly for story purposes. Lewdity is to an absolute minimum, and stories with this will contain very little naughty fun. (Stories may be shorter than actual plotlines) Lewd: A nice baseline for stories, with a smidgen of lewdity, but rarely things too inappropriate. Accidents are more likely, while aftermath can usually be dealt with off-screen.... And the lightest of touching, while still keeping to plots. Naughty: A bit lewder than lewd, this rating incites more accidents, and some more intimate scenarioes...without going into complete, full-on smut. One can expect a bit more skinship, but no actual, on-screen intercourse...... Though, one may still have lewd, naughty releases... Vulgar: A vulgar setting, where touching, wetting, and other vulgar activities are rather mundane, and expected. One can properly perform vulgar acts in this plotline, without fade-outs, or other censors. Adult Fantasy: A plotline more akin to a smutty film. Contrived coincidences to maximize the amount of Vulgarity are commonplace, and the more absurd sort of situations may occur, leading to maximum Vulgarity... ================================================================================================================================================= Items: (This subject remains similar, with characters allowed to utilize 2 items per story. (Except when otherwise indicated.), and may have Rating restrictions. Items cooldowns may vary...) [Item List!] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A naughty magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] (2 Story Cooldown) Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] (1 Story Cooldown) Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish individuals needy for Lewd release. [Naughty or Higher] [3 Story Cooldown] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher Rating required.] (3 story Cooldown] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher rating.] [2 Story Cooldown] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse [3 Story Cooldown] Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. [Naughty or Higher. 4 Story Cooldown.] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. [Lewd or Higher. 2 Story Cooldown.] Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one. [2 Story Cooldown.] Bottle of [Water]: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something. [No Cooldown. May sometimes incite random effects.] "Toy": A toy meant to incite lust in an individual, but certainly not appropriate for children.. [Naughty or Higher] (3 Story Cooldown.) Author's Helping Hand: May be used when a Decision is brought up once per story, to get a guide of what effects a decision may have. [5 Story Cooldown] Paradoxical Blessing: A blessing that will Randomize all of your conditions! Results may vary. Overuse may lead to accidental summoning...[6 Story cooldown] [Others to Come] =============================================================================================================================================== Affections Meters: (This is a Segment to determine a character's Affection for one of the male leads! 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However, those who made requests will likely still see their stories written. Particularly Blooper's, which will be part of a different thread entirely... Q: Why is [World Listed] Not an available Option? A: As before, Faust has decided to revamp a little, and will add worlds as they are discovered, or unlocked. If things progress well, or too long without something that people request, Faust may put up some unlock conditions for them to fill out. Q: Are our plots from before Un-done? Do we have to re-do things? A: As before, most things are the same as before. Your ranks with certain girls has not changed, and most things are the same.... With a few select changes, and things that would incite an achievement if you point them out... Q: Is there going to be a Bounty Board This time? A: Perhaps. But for now, let's just get our feet wet in the story, and see from there. Q: Can we unlock more playable characters? A: Yes, you can. 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  7. Yo, so it's finally time to get my version of EoS off the ground! I decided to be lazy and essentially just reuse a story chapter I wrote several months back instead of making something all new, for the simple reason that everything about the female Kirito that I wanted to change from Darksyn's version had already been incorporated on some level into that chapter and I just didn't feel like rewriting it all since this version isn't old enough to suck. So I just took the version from that and modified it to fit its new setting. This story as a whole will be my highly personalized version of the premise that Darksyn is using to write his version. My version of this story is probably going to be absolutely nothing like his version, but I thought it would be instructive to tell you all the main ways that it will differ aside from having a different story. First off, while Darksyn's and mine will both have yuri, the pairings will be different. Darksyn's will be Kiriko/Asuna, whereas mine will be a yuri harem centered around my own completely differently written Kiriko. Second, Darksyn's will have a wide variety of fetish content, both diapered and not, while mine will find a way to put literally every main female lead in diapers relatively quickly after they're introduced. Third, Darksyn's Kiriko will have a DEX/AGI build, while mine will have a STR/AGI hybrid build (also, mine is going to be a solo player who eventually becomes more overpowered than canon Kirito, but you probably won't think of her as a Sue by the time she is). Fourth and finally, the stat scaling for player and monster attributes will, as far as I can tell, be completely different (in my game, no player will start out with more than ten in any stat, and even getting above five in a stat at level one is rare). That's about it. There's not gonna be any fetish content for a few chapters, fair warning. I tend to prefer to take the time to make my readers care about the characters and the setting before delving into that stuff. The bathroom needs system will still be present in the story before the fetish content, however. With everything I wanted to say out of the way, read on! Era of Survival: Rise of the Empress Chapter One: A Little Project “Big sis, I'm going out for kendo practice!” The call came from the other side of my bedroom door. I had expected something like this – I'd heard the footsteps as the speaker approached my room loud and clear. I knew that my sister, Suguha, was probably waiting there for any response I could give. Even a simple, one-word reply would have been enough to satisfy her. Despite this, I didn't say a word or even make a sound. My feet, which I had been dragging from side to side across my stained wooden floor before she approached, had come to a complete halt. Consequently, my black leather computer chair stopped swiveling around, matching my complete stillness and silence to the letter. The door was locked, as it usually was when I was in my room, so she couldn't just come in whenever she felt like it. Her only way of checking on me was to come up to the door and listen for my voice or sounds of movement. And because she was even more painfully straightforward than I was, she didn't even think of not announcing her presence so obviously, so she called out each time, giving me every chance I needed to react like this. Knowing all of these things and taking full advantage of them, I remained as quiet and still as humanly possible in order to wait her out. I didn't want her to know I was even awake. And since it was Sunday, the idea that I could still be sleeping in was conceivable, even at such a late time as twelve-fifty in the afternoon. Eventually, my plan worked. After a grand total of ten seconds of waiting, she began speaking again. “I prepared lunch for you. It's in the fridge whenever you get hungry. In case you're asleep, I'll text you about it in a bit. I'll be hanging out with the club after practice, so I won't be back to log into that game you recommended until tonight. See you then, sis…” I listened to the sound of the footsteps walking away from my room with an ounce of guilt. It wasn't really my style to just give her the silent treatment like this. My reasons for avoiding my sister weren't even her fault – in fact, they had nothing to do with her at all. The only connection they had was that all of my anger, acrimony, and outright hatred was currently directed at her mother… In other words, my aunt. Suguha and I weren't really siblings, but I still thought of her as one because we were very close growing up. Her mother, on the other hand, could barely hide her resentment of me for most of my life, and I'd picked up on it before I was even toilet trained. By this point, I was pretty sure it was because I reminded her of her sister – my real mom – whom I knew was my grandfather's favorite child. A fact which I knew because the old geezer never shut up about it or how I was the spitting image of my mom. And due to a string of events at school over the past year, we were having a difference of opinions over our living arrangements. I wanted to move somewhere else, to basically run away from some people I'd accidentally alienated, I did admit, and well… she didn't like that idea. In all fairness, she had the stronger argument on her side, but the way she was handling the problem didn't exactly scream parental figure of the year. “I already bailed your sorry ass out of one school system, kid. I'm not doing it again for a reason that isn't even half as valid like this.” My current personal pick for the next cover model of Punchable Face Magazine actually said that right to my face just the night before. Was I supposed to thank her for doing what any sensible parent would have done in light of the circumstances? Even right after she blatantly told me my current problems weren't important enough to warrant similar actions? "Go to hell, Midori," I muttered under my breath, making sure to be quiet in case my sister was still in the house. What a joke. That jealous hussy just wanted to watch me suffer in a way that my real mom, who was dynamic, outgoing and didn't struggle to be social or keep her friends, never did. The only thing I seemed to inherit from my mother was her physique, from the well developed figure to the incredibly short height. My personality, intelligence and thought patterns? They basically came straight from my dad with no alterations, as much as I hated it most of the time. This was why I didn't want to talk to Suguha at the moment. I couldn't let it slip that I was fighting with her mom. Or even worse, let it slip that her mom was my aunt, and that we were actually cousins, which I had tactfully kept hidden from her for the past five years. So until my emotions cooled down a little, I had decided to hold off on speaking with my sister as much as possible. BZZ-BZZ This noise, coupled with a subtle shaking feeling coming from the inside pocket of my dark gray denim jacket, interrupted my thoughts to notify me that I'd received an email. A single buzz would have been a text, and three of them would have been an app notification, but the presence of only two, along with the current time, told me exactly what to expect. Rather than get out my phone, I swung my computer chair around to face my desk, where three large, high-resolution monitors, both blackened due to inactivity, stood next to each other in a way that made them look like the three obtusely angled sides of a trapezoid in a geometry problem. Under the desk, there was another surface, attached to the one above it with a sliding mechanism. It was currently rolled under the desk, hiding what I kept there. I slid it out, and a keyboard and computer mouse appeared over my bare frightfully pale legs, still kept slender yet toned from my kendo days and the regular indoor weight training routine I’d kept even after I quit the sport. Since I almost never went outside except to go home, to school, or to certain stores, my skin looked significantly closer to that of a white American than that of a Japanese girl. In fact, my own family members all had considerably darker skin than I did, and they weren't even super huge on outdoor exercise or outdoor activity in general. When boys around me at school thought I couldn't hear, many of them described it as a charm point… and coupled with the other such points they'd discuss, I usually had to fight back a shudder of revulsion and the urge to slap them across the face. Knowing my bizarrely and disproportionately high physical strength, I could very possibly snap their necks by accident if I actually went through with a slap like that. Shaking my head to clear it of such morbid thoughts, I shifted the mouse, and all three monitors lit up, showing three different screens. The cursor moved to the one on the far right, which showed my work email inbox. It had just updated to show the new mail I'd received. The sender was just the person I'd been expecting to hear from around this point. I clicked on it, and it popped up in a little miniature window on the side of the screen. Sender: Kayaba-Sensei Subject: A Quick Notification I trust that your copy of EoS came safely in the mail. I wanted to inform you that upon successfully logging in for the first time, your account will be that of a normal player. Your developer status has been suspended to make it fair on the other players. That was all it said. I'd been corresponding with him since shortly before summer vacation, and to date, he'd never sent a message longer than a mid-sized paragraph. He was very brief and to the point, always conveying everything he needed to and nothing more. The honorific I used to refer to him, sensei, was purely sarcastic. He was hands down the smartest person I'd ever met, but as much as I'd tried to learn from him about his craft, the man had never taught me a damn thing I didn't already know. Sometimes I got the distinct impression that he avoided telling me anything new just to screw with me, but he was more the serious type, so it didn't really add up. And besides, though he never directly taught me anything, he sure didn’t keep me from learning things on his own, like the programming language he literally invented from scratch for the game he’d just called EoS. Said game, the acronym of which stood for Era of Survival, was a little project he'd been working on for quite some time. It was an MMORPG, and the first of its kind on the particular hardware it used. Back around the time summer vacation was about to start, Kayaba scouted me as a beta tester. He found me through my blog, where I built and sold custom high end computers, often with modified operating systems to fit the recipient, and had quite the reputation for being one of the best and most reasonably priced in my field throughout all of Japan. I also did computer repairs and upgrades, reviewed new parts shortly after they came out, and gave advice to people looking to build one themselves, which only added to my popularity. Still, my reputation aside, it never really added up how he managed to find me. After all, I was a computer nerd, albeit a multifaceted and successful one, and he was a revolutionary quantum physicist who happened to have an interest in the gaming industry for reasons I never understood. Realistically speaking, our paths shouldn't have normally crossed. Yet he contacted me through my blog's dedicated email, asking to meet up, and after asking me a few really odd questions, he offered to let me take the last slot of EoS' closed beta, which would take place over summer vacation. As was probably obvious, I accepted, and he gave me a developer account to allow me to see all of the under-the-hood functions of the game. I also had a direct contact line to the programming staff in case I noticed anything that needed adjusting, which I had admittedly used a few times to iron out some particularly big problems I’d found. To be perfectly honest, I was glad that he had decided to take my developer account away. Considering I still vividly remembered everything I'd learned from it, suspending it wouldn't exactly remove my unfair advantage from a knowledge standpoint, but at the very least, I'd have an equal standing with the rest of the players. I didn't like being special in ways I could avoid it, so having a developer account had always bugged me during the test period. Deciding that by this point, there was no way that my sister was still in the house, I clicked the reply button, entered a new subject header, and began typing out my response. I kept it short and to the point, as in tone with that of the message he sent to me as I could muster. Subject: Too late for fairness Considering my memory is eidetic, the damage has kind of been done in terms of giving me an unfair advantage. But I'm still grateful for the gesture, since I'd like to appear as normal as possible, and having a purple "Dev" next to my player name wouldn't exactly make that easy. The game got here just fine, by the way. You did send it first class, after all. I've already got the cartridge in my Nerve Gear, which I set up for use again yesterday, so at this point, I'm just waiting for the hour to turn so I can play. After finishing, I hit send, and the message composition window disappeared. It occurred to me that most people in my shoes probably would have been total kiss-asses. However, it never really occurred to me to treat him as someone special, even if he most certainly was such. Because at the end of the day, whatever his reasoning was, he was the one who sought me out to play his game, not the other way around. So at the very least, this meant he held me in some regard from the start. I got his attention by doing what I normally did, so I never saw any reason to change my behavior. Finished with my correspondence for the moment, my eyes turned to the web page open on my far left monitor. It was a live countdown to EoS’ launch time, down to the thousandth of a second. It was telling me I had about six minutes to kill before the server went online – enough time to take care of the remaining preparations. First on the list, I shifted my gaze to the monitor in the middle, which had my blog’s front page loaded. I wanted to let my followers know I’d be playing the game all day, and therefore that I wouldn’t receive their emails until nighttime. I moved my mouse over to the text box which said “New Blog Entry Here,” then clicked on it and immediately began to type. Just a heads up to all followers and customers, both current and potential: I’ll be playing Era of Survival all day since it launches today, so all emails you send will be responded to after I log off late tonight. Thanks for your patience and understanding! And to those of you whom I convinced to get one of the hundred thousand first release EoS copies: I’ll see you in the game! I’ll be going by the same name I do on this blog for easy identification. And just a heads up: if even a single one of you fuckers steals my username’s normal spelling, you will be entitled to one brutal in game death a day, courtesy of yours truly! See you all online! My message to my followers complete, I quickly hit send and swiveled the chair around to face my room, takins survey of the task that lay before me. The floor wouldn't exactly count as spotless, but it was very well organized. Anything that took up space on the floor was properly packaged or put away – nothing was just lying around messily. However, when my eyes moved about a meter up, I found a completely different picture before me. In the center of the bedroom, I had three card tables set up. Not a single one of them had any spot with even ten centimeters of free space in any direction. Almost all of the surface area was taken up by ongoing projects – at least five half built computers stood out like mountainous islands among everything else strewn about the tables, each surrounded by an amalgam of parts that still needed to be physically installed. I probably didn't have time to finish any of them or make any room, so I turned to the right, coming face to face with my bed, the entrance to my room, and my dark violet walls that I got painted shortly after moving in. I had wanted to paint them black or dark gray, but my aunt vetoed both of those, telling me that having a room those colors would only make my depression worse, which she said would defeat the whole purpose of moving to a new house. So I settled for a very deep purple, since I'd been told all my life that my anomalous bluish gray eyes looked violet in the right lighting. My bedroom door was a bit atypical for a Japanese household, but not incredibly rare – rather than having a sliding door, I had a European-styled wooden door, with a bronze-colored metal knob that could lock from the inside. This was an absolute necessity from my standpoint, and it was honestly the reason we chose this house specifically – its doors locked and if they were locked, you couldn't just force them open. My queen-sized bed had a memory foam mattress that I didn't have when we bought the house. Instead, I bought it a few months later, as the first purchase I made in full with my own earnings from the computer business I'd started. However, at this point, one could not see the mattress directly, because of the presence of plain navy blue sheets, leopard skin-patterned blankets that I'd bought on a whim, and three fully built laptops that were currently situated on the bed. The two at the foot, which I kept there with no worries since my feet didn't even reach that far down even when I stretched out, were ones I'd built for the purpose of selling that I still needed to modify the operating systems of. The third laptop, currently charging on my extremely fluffy pillow, was what I currently used for running my blog from the bed when I didn’t want to get up, making purchases, and the occasional gaming session in bed. This was what needed to move – in order to play the game that was about to go online, I'd need to lie down in bed and make use of the pillow currently occupied by my portable computer. I stood up, walking over to my bed and grabbing my laptop with both hands. Setting it on the floor for the moment, I then turned to my large, whitish, oak wood nightstand, my eyes zeroing in on one particular device sitting next to the lamp. It was a streamlined helmet colored a dark blue, with an emerald green visor in front to cover one's eyes and a long, blue cord stretching out of the back end, the color of which matched the helmet. That cord was already plugged into the wall – I'd set it up the night before. I grabbed the helmet and set it on my pillow, the pillowcase of which matched the leopard print of my blanket. I made sure to be as careful as humanly possible when setting it down and moving the cord – if I somehow accidentally damaged it at this stage, I wouldn't be able to play EoS for days, possibly weeks. These things were sold out in stores all across the nation. After making sure everything was perfectly fine, I grabbed my laptop from the floor and set it in the spot on my nightstand where the helmet had once been, with notably less care than I'd used just before. That damn computer was durable as hell, so I didn't need to worry about it nearly as much. I cast another glance to the live countdown. Three minutes left before I could start playing. As much as I hated adding to the stereotype, I had to admit that the passage of time seemed excruciatingly slow now that I was paying close attention to it. I didn't want to be even a second late in logging in to make sure I got to use my username instead of some random troll, so I couldn't really leave my room, and there was nothing left to do inside it that wouldn't take more time than I had. With nothing left to do, I sat down on my bed, deciding to just get ready a few minutes early. I swung my bare legs onto the bed, absently noting that I'd gone the entire day so far without changing or putting on any clothes aside from my jacket, which was more of a comfort than anything else. I'd just kept wearing what I'd slept in, like usual – this time, a dark gray shirt and a set of black lace underwear that I'd received from an asshole family member as my fourteenth birthday present the month before. While the message of “get laid” that such a gift sent was irredeemably insensitive and somewhat cruel to me, I'd taken to wearing them anyway, because no matter how much I hated that idiot for giving them to me, they were certainly very comfortable, and they were also my favorite color. The fact that they were comfy was weird in and of itself, because they were lace, and therefore not supposed to be as comfortable as what I normally wore. I'd done a little researching shortly after receiving them and I'd found that the brand my family member had chosen was actually really high end, and that it typically made underwear with both fashion and comfort in mind. Knowing I'd probably just killed another thirty seconds, I made a grab for the helmet on my pillow. Turning it a little as it rose through the air, I gently slid it on my head, then shifted around a little on the bed before inevitably lying down. I didn't even bother getting under the covers – though winter was quickly approaching, I still didn't feel cold. Everyone in my family seemed to be remarkably temperature insensitive, to the point that changes in temperature that weren't at least five degrees would go completely unnoticed unless we constantly monitored the thermostat. As I lay there waiting, my eyes wandered around the visor of the helmet I wore. There were two displays, both very small, showing across the whole thing. Those displays would not be visible at all unless one was wearing the helmet – they appeared on the visor using the same technology that EoS ran on. It directly displayed the images to one's brain as pre-interpreted visual data, so there was no need for the displays to actually be on the visor. On the far right, in the upper corner, there was a battery icon. Mine indicated that it was both fully charged and plugged in, the latter detail being shown by a lightning bolt in the middle of the battery. Which made sense, considering it had been charging all night, and even before that, I hadn't used the thing since EoS’ beta, where I always kept it fully charged and ready for action. The other display, situated in the upper right corner, told the current time in text about the size of the battery icon. It only had hours and minutes, no seconds, and it was a twenty-four hour clock, rather than a twelve hour one. As I looked at it, the readout said 12:59. All this super slow-paced thinking had worked marvelously for killing time. Although how I actually managed the feat of slowing down my normally light speed thought processes was a bit of a mystery. I knew I could do it on command, but I'd never figured out how it worked. I had less than a minute to go. This was the most excited I'd felt in months – back in the beta, I'd been positively addicted to EoS, and I'd spent more time playing it than I did anything else, to the point that I'd forgone meals and sleep regularly to keep going. Even though I wouldn't be able to put the same amount of time into it now, during the school year and with my computer business not on hold, I still planned to play as much as possible for someone with my schedule. At long last, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the clock turned to 13:00. Filled with joy and anticipation, as soon as the numbers on the readout changed, I uttered a single phrase, just two English words. The words that, unbeknownst to me, would be the catalyst of an event that would change my life forever. “Link start!” Well, what do you think? Personally I'm of the thought that for an installment that was mostly written seven months ago, it holds up with my current stuff pretty decently. But you guys are the judge of that, not me! Be sure to let me know how I did. If you're one of the people who has also read the original version of this chapter over on FFN (I'm looking at you, Shirou), be sure to tell me if you think the changes to this version made it better or worse, too! I'm kind of on the fence about whether I want to continue using the story this first chapter came from as a base for the next chapter as well. See, I'd have to rework a lot more of the next chapter in order to make it work correctly, because the original version was set in a death game version of Gun Gale Online, and as such was futuristic rather than old-fashioned. It'd take almost as much effort to rework it as it would to simply write the next chapter from scratch... but if I went with using the existing chapter as a base, you'd get to see scenes from Klein's perspective. What do you think I should do? One way or another, I'll see you next time!
  8. PeeStacy

    Wet Cadets

    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.
  9. MisticHD_

    Panty Thief Part 2

    "We're in trouble," said Myrna. Her blonde hair had been bleached white by many days in the sun. Her sunburnt skin was peeling. Her lips were cracked. She trudged along the dirt road in men's boots that were too big for her and giving her blisters. In one hand she carried an empty bucket which had contained water. She and Elsteen had had nothing to drink since the previous morning. They hadn't eaten for three days. "We can't keep going like this. We'll make ourselves sick." "What we really need is money," said Elsteen. Her once-plump rump was looking a little emaciated for Myrna's taste. "Then we could buy provisions instead of relying on what we find on the road." "How are we going to get money?" Elsteen didn't answer as they crossed a stone bridge and entered the town of Corse's Brook. This was the fourth town they had entered since leaving Holston. At Frieth, the first town, the women had asked a man in the street whether he knew where Hiphthasa the Enchantress was. "Ah," he had said. "Are you groupies?" "Sorry?" Myrna had said. "You know. Groupies. The Enchantress has a multitude of men—and women—admirers who try to follow her on the road." "I guess we are." "Well, all I can tell you is she lives far south. She travels around a lot but she always returns to her castle in the south. That'd be the most reliable way to find her, I reckon." The women had thanked him for his help. "I hadn't heard of these groupies before," Myrna had told Elsteen. "That might be one way we can get close to the Enchantress." They had asked the same question in every town since Frieth and got much the same answer every time. Corse's Brook was a small town: a cluster of stone houses built round a cobbled market square bustling with activity. Hawker's pushing barrows cried their wares. The women wove their way through the crowd. "Shall we stop here," said Myrna, "or keep going and hope we reach the next town before dark?" "I can't go on anymore. Let's stop here for the night." Myrna looked round furtively. She lightly held her breath, the corners of her mouth tightening briefly. This, Elsteen knew, was Myrna's tell for farting. "Great!" She threw her hands in the air. "I sharted!" She was oblivious to the looks she drew from passersby. "Haha! Good! Now you'll finally have to change those panties." Myrna was wearing the same panties she'd pissed on the hayride. Myrna had kept her promise to steal Elsteen a new pair of panties to replace the ones she'd shit, but Elsteen couldn't understand why she hadn't also stolen herself a fresh pair. Elsteen was fond of the smell of fresh piss but couldn't abide stale piss. Myrna's panties had grown stale. "I don't know why you've turned into such a fucken bitch these last few days!" "Because I've been travelling with a total cunt!" "Well I didn't treat you like this when you shit your pants!" Elsteen sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm tired and hungry and... I'm sorry." Myrna started to cry. Elsteen put her arm round her. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up." She led her down an alley. A man followed them. This man was followed a moment later by another and then another and yet another. Halfway down the alley, Myrna spun round and screamed, "Fuck off, perverts!" "Wait!" said Elsteen, grabbing Myrna's arm but looking at the four men. "If you want to watch, you have to pay. One copper each." The men looked at each other, then at Elsteen, then at Myrna. They seemed to give it some thought and then each man pulled out his purse and tossed Elsteen a copper coin. "All right, then. I guess here's as good a place as any." She and Myrna were alone in the alley with the four men and could not be seen from the streets at either end. Myrna lifted her skirt, revealing white cotton panties with a yellow stain in the front and a brown streak down the back. Putting her thumbs behind the waistband, she let her panties fall to her ankles and stepped out of them. She popped a squat, Elsteen holding her skirt high for her so that the men might have a better view. One man came round to watch from the front but the other three preferred to watch from behind. Myrna released a squirt of watery diarrhea. She paused, taking a few deep breaths, before releasing two smaller squirts mixed with gas. Sighing with relief, she got up and took a bow. The men applauded. They were just about to walk away when Elsteen called, "Wait!" She picked Myrna's panties up off the ground, dusting them off. "What am I bid for this beautiful pair of used panties with the scent of their owner still fresh on them?" She sniffed the crotch. "Mmmm!" The shit had freshened them up a bit. "Shall we start the bidding at two coppers? Do I hear two coppers?" "Two coppers," said one man. "Three coppers," said another. "Three coppers! Do I hear four?" "Four," said the first man. "Four!" "Six," said the second. "Six coppers! Do I hear more?" The first man emptied his purse into his palm and counted what was there. "Eight coppers." "Eight coppers! Do I hear nine?" One of the other men spoke up. "One silver piece." "One silver piece! Will anyone top that?" The man who had emptied his purse walked away. "Going once! Going twice! Going three times! Sold to the gentleman for one silver piece!" Elsteen gave him the panties. "Thank you very much, sir." She pocketed the coin. When all the men had gone, the two women and jumped up and down, arms linked, squealing. "How easy was that?" said Elsteen. "You were amazing!" "No sleeping out in the open tonight! We're staying at the inn!" The inn was on the other side of the market square. As they approached, Elsteen noticed the sign swinging above the door. "Hey, Myrna, look at that!" "The Enchantress' Panties." "Cheeky name for an inn." They stopped beneath the sign. Beside the name was a picture of white bikini briefs printed with runes and magic symbols. "I wonder if that's what they really look like," said Elsteen. "I suppose we'll find out one day." That night they ate dinner in the common room of the inn, their first hot meal since leaving Holston. Myrna disappeared for a few hours, returning to their room with six pairs of panties. "Why do you need so many?" Elsteen asked. "One for me," said said, putting on a pair of pale blue panties. "And the rest... you'll see." They shared the room's only bed. Too tired for sex, they simply cuddled up and surrendered to sleep. It rained overnight, but for the first time since they began their journey, they were sheltered from the elements. They woke up horny and ravished each other till lunchtime. After they had eaten downstairs, they went for a stroll through the market square, stopping to look at various stalls but not buying. When they had worked their way to the middle of the square, Myrna nudged Elsteen. "No matter what happens, just play along with me." "What?" Myrna grabbed her crotch. "Aw! I need to pee." "You should've gone in the chamber pot back in our room before we left." "I'm not sure I can hold it!" She was drawing furtive glances from passersby. "Let's head back to the inn." "Oh no!" She lifted her skirt up to her knees so that people could see the pee trickling down the inside of her legs into her boots. "Too late!" She made her way to the alley she had pooped in yesterday. Elsteen followed. "Did you just piss yourself on purpose?" "You're not playing along very well," Myrna whispered. "You're not acting very convincingly." "Just wait and see." One by one men began to follow. She waited for them in the middle of the alley. When a small group had gathered, Myrna auctioned off her pissed panties. Fetching only six coppers; she was a little disappointed. As the group began to disperse, Myrna put up her hands and shouted, "Wait! I've still got more used panties for sale." She pulled out a pair she'd shoved down her blouse between her breasts. "How about these? They've been washed but you can still see a period stain." Bidding resumed and Myrna sold all six pairs of panties. "I admire your business acumen," Elsteen said, the men having left. "I learnt from the best." They were about to return to the square when a familiar man appeared in the mouth of the alley and approached them. "How are my panties?" Myrna asked. "You wouldn't want them back now." He laughed. He was well dressed; probably a merchant, Myrna thought. "They were worth every penny." "So what brings you here today?" "Well, I heard from some friends that you were selling more used panties." "I'm sorry but we've run out. I can get some more for you, though." "Well, that's what I want to see you about. I don't just want any pair of panties. You see, there's this lady in town that I've always had a crush on and well... I'd like to hire you to procure a pair of her panties, if I may." "It'll cost you." "I was thinking one silver up front and one silver upon completion." "I'm interested. Tell me more" He described where this lady lived and warned Myrna that she kept dogs. Finally they shook hands and he gave her a silver coin. "Don't let me down. I'll meet you here again tomorrow, at dawn." "Let's go to the butcher's," Myrna said, grabbing Elsteen's hand. "Why do you need to buy meat? They'll serve us dinner at the inn." "It's not for me, it's for the job. I just need some cheap cuts." Myrna cased the joint with Elsteen while there was still daylight left. The lady the merchant admired lived on the edge of town in a distinctive two-storey house with a tile roof and a small, well-tended garden out front. Myrna got the impression that this woman was probably married to a rival merchant. The backyard was fenced off to keep in the dogs. She wasn't sure how she would get round the back, whether she would just use the side gate or jump the back fence. She led Elsteen back down the street and turned left then left again, coming at last to the house behind the lady's to check whether she could get in or out that way. Satisfied, she said, "We should get back to the inn. We wouldn't want to miss dinner." She grabbed Elsteen's butt. "You need to fill out a bit more." As they ate at a table in the common room, they were approached by a man who asked whether he could sit with them. They slid along the bench so that he could squeeze in between them and some other man they didn't know. "Word round town is that you ladies cater to certain... specific needs." The women looked at each other. "Perhaps," said Elsteen. "What do you mean?" "Well"—he cleared his throat and lowered his voice—"I have desires that my wife can't fulfill." "Um, sir," said Myrna, "if you're asking what I think you're asking, you're mistaken; we don't do that." "Hang on," said Elsteen. "This isn't the place to discuss this. I think you should leave us to finish dinner, sir, and then come up to our room." "You're not seriously considering this, are you?" Myrna asked once he had left. "Of course I am. We've got a long, expensive journey ahead of us. We need every penny we can get. Anyway, we'll se what he wants first and we'll lay out some ground rules." "We don't just need money, we need information. We still have no idea where we're going or how to get there." Their prospective client was waiting for them outside their room. "You're keen," Myrna said. Elsteen opened the door. "Come in." The women sat on the bed. The man stood before them with his hands clasped in front of his manhood. "So. What can we do for you?" said Elsteen. "Well, as I was saying before, I have certain needs that aren't met at home. Specifically, I would like to be... you know..."—the women leant forward—"a toilet slave." He let out a long breath. "Well," said Elsteen, looking at Myrna. "I think we could accommodate that. There would be no penetration, of course?" "Of course not. Although I hope you don't mind if I masturbate while you're using me." "That wouldn't be a problem." "And another thing. I would like you"—he looked at Elsteen—"to be my mistress. If the other lady would like to use me, she would have to ask your permission." "Okay. That leaves one more thing to discuss. Price." "Name it." She named a figure. He didn't try to haggle. "Oh, and another thing," he said. "Always wear panties while you're using me." "Excuse me?" "Please wear panties when you're doing your business." "Are you telling me what to do?" "Of course I'm telling you what to do; I'm paying for it." "I don't like your tone, slave. You don't tell me what to do; I tell you what to do." "Ah. I'm sorry, mistress. Please forgive me." "Lie down on the floor." He obeyed. Hiking up her skirt, she sat over his open mouth, the delightful aroma of her panties filling his nostrils. Farting, she pissed full force through her panties. His mouth filled to overflowing. He tried to drink it all but couldn't keep up. As the flow of her urine faded to a trickle, she looked down over her shoulder at the man on the floor. "Is that what you were looking for?" He nodded awkwardly. Squeezing the last few drops from her bladder, she got up. "Look at the mess you made! It's all over the floor." She kicked him in the ribs. "Get up! On your knees and lick it up!" "Yes, mistress." He stuck his hand down his trousers and masturbated while he lapped the pee off the floor. "I expect you back here early tomorrow morning before you go to work so that I can use you again." "Yes, mistress." He was on all fours, looking up at her with big eyes. "We won't be in town long, but I mean to use you as often as possible for as long as possible." "I am unworthy, mistress, to be your personal chamber pot." "Yes, you are. You don't know how unworthy." "Will that be all for today, mistress?" She nodded. He settled the bill and left. Myrna lifted up Elsteen's skirt. She gasped. "Look at your panties! Maybe I can lick them clean for you." "You can give it a try." Myrna did. Elsteen orgasmed. "It's no use," Myrna said. "I'm going to have to steal you a new pair." "Steal me several pairs. If I'm going to be this guy's toilet mistress, I'm going to go through them pretty quickly. We can always sell them once I've used them. And steal yourself a new a pair as well. You've been going around pantiless half the day." "I will." She kissed Elsteen on the cheek. "I'll be back in a few hours." It was dark outside. She carried two cuts of meat wrapped in paper. She returned to the two-storey house she had checked out earlier. The windows were unlit. The dogs began to bark as she crossed the front yard, but she couldn't hear any signs of activity from inside the house. Unwrapping the meat, she tossed it over the fence to the dogs, pacifying them. The gate creaked but Myrna was experienced enough to know that even if the occupants of the house were awake, they probably wouldn't hear. She left it open. Having eaten, the dogs followed quietly, watching Myrna expectantly. The clothesline was a length of rope strung across the patio. Suspended from wooden pegs were a pair of trousers, a man's shirt, a couple of dresses and two pairs of panties, one large, one small. She carefully unpegged both pairs of panties and tucked them behind the waistband of her skirt. The dogs—she only just now realized that they were large black hounds—tried to follow her out but she managed to shut the gate on them. She set off down the street looking for her next target. She had a productive night, returning to the inn with an armload of panties, which she dumped at the foot of the bed before climbing in with Elsteen. It was still dark when Myrna woke the next morning. She tried not to disturb Elsteen as she got out of bed but woke her up anyway. And she was really shitty about it. In no mood for an argument, Myrna decided she would make her way to the alley to meet the merchant even though she would be early. It was foggy and cold and Myrna had a long wait before the man showed up. "How'd you go?" he asked, his breath misting in the early morning light. "I got two pairs of panties," she said, pulling them from the waistband of her skirt. "I don't know which you want. They obviously belong to two different people." "Let me see." She handed him the bigger pair first. He held the mauve cotton control briefs up in front of his face, the waistband stretched between his thumbs. "These are hers. She's put on a bit of weight over the years but she's still hot." "What should I do with the other pair?" "I'll take them as well. For another silver piece. You did well." She gave him the smaller pair. He sniffed the crotch of the plain white panties. "She's looks just like her mother did at her age. She's mine, you know, but she doesn't know it. She's getting married next month." Myrna smiled. "Well, it's been a pleasure doing business with you." He placed two silver coins in her palm then took off down the alley. Myrna waited a moment so that she would not be following him then returned to the inn. When she opened the door to her room, she found Elsteen sitting on the face of her toilet slave, her skirt bunched up round her waist, the scent of poop in the air. "My slave and I were just having a discussion about punctuality. He was late this morning and I pooped my pants." She wiggled her bum, rubbing her poopy panties in his face. Myrna gave a mock gasp. "What a disobedient, unreliable slave! Say, I'm busting for the loo. Do you mind if I use your toilet?" "Of course not." She rose, keeping her skirt bunched up in her fists so it would not be soiled. "Go ahead." Myrna selected a pair of panties from the mound at the foot of the bed. These she put on before sitting on the man's pooped-covered face. Sighing, she emptied her bladder. She could feel him licking her pussy as he tried to drink her urine. "Aah! I needed that." Elsteen gave her a hand to get up. "Turn around. I want to see your panties." The white fabric was see-through where it was wet. "There's poop stuck to them!" She laughed. The man on the floor began to wank. Elsteen charged him double for the privilege of being a toilet for two mistresses. Word spread through Corse's Brook and over the next few nights more men turned up at their room. Some wanted to watch them wet or poop their panties. Others wanted to be toilet slaves. One man was content to watch them romp round the room in nothing but their panties. They all paid well and the following day the women would sell their wet or soiled panties on the black market. Whenever they were running low on panties, Myrna would steal more. But they thought their luck had run out when one morning the innkeeper knocked on their door and asked them to follow him downstairs to the common room. "This is Lord Limm," he said, visibly nervous, indicating a balding, middle-aged man wearing a dark velvet jacket trimmed with lace at the neck and cuffs sitting at a table flanked by toughs. "He asked to speak with you girls." "Ah, ladies," said Lord Limm, setting down his mug of ale and rising. "Please, join me." He indicated the bench on the opposite side of the table. Beside his mug was a sheaf of papers. He resumed his seat. "No doubt the innkeeper's told you who I am. And what are your names?" "I'm Myrna and this is Elsteen." "Pleased to meet you. I'll come straight to the point. I've heard that you ladies cater to unusual tastes in your work." Myrna gave Elsteen a cautious look. She wondered whether the lord was trying to trick them into a confession so that he could arrest them. "What exactly do you want?" "Well, I have a... predilection... for scenarios in which a lady is desperate to use a chamber pot and ends up having an accident. Is that the sort of thing that you ladies might cater to?"
  10. MisticHD_

    Panty Thief

    Myrna stood before the town council, hands tied behind her back. A throng had gathered in the market square to watch the trial. "Myrna Skitts," said Mayor Brundle, "you stand accused of panty theft." His mouth twisted in disgust. Murmurs of disapproval rippled through the crowd. "Do you deny the charge?" Myrna shrugged. "I guess not." She wore a blouse that had once been white but now was beige, and a patched brown skirt with a frayed hem. Mayor Brundle turned to his fellow councillors, seated either side of him at the long wooden table. They seemed contemptuous of this barefoot, dirty-faced woman with long, unkempt hair. Some gave him a doubtful look. "Miss Skitts, this is not the first time you've appeared before us. In the past we have dealt leniently with you. Not so today." He rose and addressed the crowd. "What would you have me do with this... this lesbian panty thief?" "Burn her at the stake!" shouted one man, and the crowd took up the chant: "Burn her! Burn her!" The mayor raised his hands, hushing the crowd. "Well, Miss Skitts, you hear what the masses want. Ordinarily I would be inclined to indulge them. But we live in dark times." He resumed his seat. "Hiphthasa the Enchantress grows in power, oppressing every kingdom west of the Gorlush Desert. Just last month we received word that our own Queen has relinquished her throne to the witch. Have you heard of the Panties of Dominion?" She shook her head. "The Panties were woven on Hiphthasa's magic loom. Whenever she wears them, she has power over the bodily functions of every woman in sight, to contain their urine or faeces or to expel it against their will. She uses the Panties to threaten and humiliate and manipulate the rulers of the world. Many a queen has brought low by public loss of continence. And they have a strange power over men too. For all she has to do is flash her Panties at a man and in his arousal his penis will become so engorged with blood that it will burst open and he will bleed to death. "Clearly the Panties must be taken from Hiphthasa. And so we come to your plight, Miss Skitts. We would like to offer you an alternative. You are a panty thief. We want you to steal the Panties from Hiphthasa—and destroy them; don't keep them for yourself, you pervert. Do this and you will keep your life." He paused. "Will you accept this mission?" "Well, I guess so. What choice do I have?" Pausing, she asked, "But where will I find her?" "Word is that she lives far to the south, but she travels a lot, for she must be within sight of her intended victim for the Panties to work. That is all I can tell you. You will have to find her yourself." She nodded thoughtfully. The mayor's face became grave. "Myrna Skitts, I hereby banish you from Holston until such time as you have completed your mission to steal the Panties of Dominion from Hiphthasa the Enchantress. Iggart! Brolst!" Two toughs came forward from the crowd. "Set this woman outside the South Gate and send her on her way." Grabbing an arm each, they dragged Myrna through town. When they reached the South Gate, Iggart cut her bonds and gave her a shove. "Go on! Off you go!" And so Myrna began her journey, taking to the dirt road before her. Iggart and Bolst watched until she had disappeared beyond the horizon. The sky was clear on this midwinter morning. The cold ground numbed Myrna's bare feet. She had the road to herself. Holston was behind her, and to her left and to her right and ahead was nothing but farmland. Naturally Myrna was worried about how she would survive. She had no food, no money, no idea where she was going. Her feet were already beginning to bleed. But she could only go on. Going back meant death. The sun continued its ascent. The ground warmed and sensation returned to her feet, bringing pain, slowing her down. Myrna was hungry and thirsty and the tiredest she had ever been in her life. Suddenly she heard someone calling. She turned round and saw a figure running up the road towards her. As the figure drew nearer, she could see that it was a woman, holding her skirt up so that she wouldn't trip. "Wait!" the woman cried. "Wait up!" Myrna took a seat on a boulder by the roadside so that the stranger could catch up. She was glad of the rest. When the stranger reached her, she stopped abruptly and doubled over, hands on her knees. Taking a few deep, steadying breaths, she asked, "Are Myrna? Myrna Skitts?" "Yes, I'm Myrna." "You don't know me," she said, forcing herself to stand upright. "But I stood trial before the Holston Council this morning just after you." She gasped for air. "I had to answer for peeping. The mayor wanted to put out my eyes, but one of the councillors persuaded him that I should join you, be your eyes, since I was so good at spying. Will you have me?" "What's your name?" "Elsteen." "Elsteen. What a pretty name. I would be glad to have your company." Elsteen smiled. She was about the same age as as Myrna, with bright blue eyes, milky white skin and raven hair. "Your poor feet!" said Elsteen. "Here. Wear my shoes for a while. We can take turns wearing them." Myrna tried them on. They fit perfectly. "Thanks." "The first thing we must do," said Elsteen, "is find water. We won't last long without it." "Where will we find water?" "There are cattle grazing in the field behind you." Myrna turned round. "Livestock must drink. There must be a water source somewhere in that field." That sounded logical to Myrna. The two young women climbed over the low wooden fence and took to the field. The grass was soft beneath their feet. The only challenge they faced was avoiding stepping in cow dung. "So," said Myrna, "you were charged with peeping? "I was caught spying on my neighbour while she was taking a piss in her chamber pot." "Oh." Myrna cast a sideways glance at her companion. She did have a nice plump rump and perky bosom. Myrna tried to imagine what kind of panties she might be wearing. Perhaps high-cut cotton briefs with floral print on a white background. "Are you all right?" Elsteen asked. Blushing, Myrna looked away. "Sorry! I didn't realize I was staring." They soon crested a rise. On the other side was a dam ringed by drinking cattle. "Well, that was easy," said Elsteen. The cattle ran away as the women approached. Getting on their knees in the mud, they drank their fill of the murky water. They returned to the road and set out again refreshed. "So," said Elsteen, "what's your plan?" "I don't really have one. I was told Hiphthasa lives to the south, and this road seems to be taking us in that direction. But apparently she travels around a lot, so she could be anywhere. But I guess if we keep following this road, we'll eventually come to a town where we can ask for directions." "I hope you don't mind my asking, but are you married?" "No. Still a maiden." "And how old are you?" "Twenty-six." "Why have you never married?" "I just never found the right... person." "I'm not married either. I don't like men." The sun continued its ascent. The women felt its bite as their skin burnt. "We're going to have to find water again soon," said Myrna. "What we really need is something to carry it in, a skin or something." "Hey! What's that over there?" She pointed to a low hill some distance ahead on the left. "The trees all seem to be growing in straight lines. I think it's an orchard. Maybe we can find some fruit." "We can have a look, but it's winter, remember. There's not much in season." They took the shortest route, leaving the road and cutting across a fallow field. They followed a windbreak to shield them from view of a nearby farmhouse. At last they came to the foot of the hill. "We're in luck," said Myrna. "Oranges." They made sure they were well concealed among the trees before they began eating. The oranges not only assuaged their hunger but also temporarily quenched their thirst. "I've got an idea," said Elsteen, throwing away some orange peel and wiping juice from her chin. If we climb to the top of this hill, we should have a good view of our surroundings. Maybe we will see a village or something." Elsteen was wrong. When they got to the top, the trees blocked their view. So Myrna climbed one, getting scratched by the thorns of a sucker as she went. From the top of the tree, she did have a good view of the surrounding countryside. "There's nothing much too see," she called down. "There are no nearby villages. Just more farms. Although it looks like a nearby farmhouse does have a well. Maybe we can ask them for water." She climbed back down. "Shall we head that way, then?" "Sure." They took as many oranges as they could carry and made their way downhill. When they reached the edge of the orchard, Elsteen grabbed Myrna's arm. "Wait! I've just had an idea. That farm had a well, presumably with a bucket to draw water, right?" "Well, I couldn't see a bucket; it was too far away. But I suppose so." "And we need something for carrying water." "What are you suggesting?" "We get as near the farm as possible without being seen and check it out. If it has a bucket or anything else worth stealing, we come back here to the orchard to hide till nightfall and then take what we need." "That actually seems like a good idea." They crossed another grassy field then ducked behind a low stone wall. Elsteen raised her head just enough to see over the top. There was indeed a bucket beside the stone rim of the well, attached to a length of rope. "There are also clothes hanging out to dry. Maybe we can make something useful from them. Wrappings for your feet, or headscarves to stop us getting sunburnt. Or maybe a pouch for carrying oranges. And there's a toolshed as well on the other side of the yard. Maybe we can find a knife or something." They returned to the cover of the orchard. Myrna pulled down her panties and squatted, releasing an audible torrent of urine. "I probably should have asked you earlier, Elsteen, but how much did the council tell you about my mission?" "Just that you had to steal the Panties of Dominion from Hiphthasa the Enchantress." "Had you ever heard of them before?" "The Panties? No. But they sound like an instrument of worst kind of evil." Queen Tentril of Gisturia lay quivering before a tall figure in a black robe whose face was hidden under the cowl of a hood. The stone floor of the dungeon was cold beneath her. She had been held here for three days, since her abduction from the palace, and in all that time she had not urinated. The figure towering over her wouldn't let her. "Please," said the Queen, sobbing. "Why are you doing this?" "You know why. All you have to do is swear fealty to me and then you can return to your kingdom as my vassal." "No. I will never do that. I can't." "I think it's time for another drink." "No! Please!" "Guard!" Keys rattled. The lock clicked. The door opened. In came a large man carrying a water skin. "No!" The guard pinched her nose and made her drink. When he took the skin away, the Queen coughed, gasping for air, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her now-dirty silk dress. Minutes passed in silence. The Queen could feel her captor's eyes on her even though she couldn't see them. She felt another pang from her bladder. She grabbed her crotch. "Please! Let me go! You could make me piss myself right now if you wanted." "You know what you have to do." She pushed herself up into a squatting position and strained. Nothing came out. "Please! I have to go right now. Something's wrong, I can feel it." No response. The Queen screamed, grabbing her abdomen, curling up on the floor. She gave her captor one last pleading look before her eyes glazed over. Her bladder had burst. The sun had set and a full moon had risen. It was getting cold. Myrna rubbed her arms to keep warm. "The lights have gone out," said Elsteen from the top of the orange tree. "Let's go." She climbed down. They descended the hill and crossed the field, dewy grass soaking the hems of their skirts. Scaling the low stone wall, they tiptoed across the farmyard. Elsteen drew water from the well and set the bucket on the ground. She tried to untie the knot on the handle. "See if you can find something in the toolshed," she whispered to Myrna. Elsteen watched the farmhouse. Myrna retuned with a pair of shears. "Was that all you could find?" "It was the best I could do. It's dark in there." Taking the shears, Elsteen cut the rope. "They've taken the clothes inside. I don't think there's anything else worth stealing." "On my way to the shed, I saw a pair of boots sitting outside the front door." "Well, what are you waiting for?" Myrna tiptoed over to the farmhouse, up the wooden steps and across the verandah, floorboards creaking beneath her weight. She picked up the boots. Someone inside the house coughed. Myrna sprinted down the steps and across the yard. Elsteen reached the wall before her, sloshing water as she climbed over. The farmhouse door opened. Without looking back, the young women raced across the field back to the orchard, where they flopped on the ground laughing. There was hardly any water left in the bucket, but they shared what was left. Myrna tried on the boots. They were oversized and uncomfortable without stockings yet serviceable. In her haste Elsteen had left the shears behind. "We should try to get some sleep," Myrna said, lying down on the dew-sodden grass. Elsteen settled herself down a few feet away. The clear night grew colder. Frost set in. The women got no sleep. Myrna crawled over to Elsteen and put her arms round her. "We need to keep warm." Elsteen rolled over and snuggled up to Myrna. Their legs interlocked. They lay like that, sleepless, shivering, till the eastern sky grew grey. "Time to get up," Myrna announced. "I guess it's oranges for breakfast." While Myrna picked fruit, Elsteen squatted for a pee, panties round her ankles. Myrna smiled. White cotton, high-cut, with rose prints. They returned to the road, carrying the bucket, filled with oranges, between them. Myrna slid her hand along the handle so that it was up against Elsteen's. She didn't seem to mind. The sun rose. Their clothes and hair, wet from lying in the dew, began to dry. About midmorning a horse-drawn hay cart pulled up alongside them. "Would you ladies like a ride?" the driver asked. "That'd be much appreciated," said Myrna. "Where are you ladies going?" "To the next town." "Frieth? I'm not going that far, but I'll take you a good bit of the way there. Hop on the back." The bails of hay were piled so high that they couldn't see the driver from where they sat with their legs dangling over the edge of the cart, their feet just inches above the dirt road. They ate oranges and giggled whenever Elsteen farted, which she did with increasing frequency as the morning wore on. Elsteen should have taken her excessive wind as a warning, but she didn't even heed the warning her gut gave her when it started gurgling. "Ooh!" she said, "I'm hungry for some real food." Then the urge hit her and she grabbed Myrna's arm. "How far do you think we have to go?" Myrna detected panic in her voice. "I don't know. What's wrong?" "I have to poop." She let go of her arm. "I think I ate too many oranges. Or maybe it was that dam water we drank yesterday." She started swinging her legs. "Maybe we should ask the driver to pull over." She massaged her tummy. "If we get him to drop us off early, we'll have further to walk. We don't know when an opportunity like this may come along again. Try to hold it." Grunting, she doubled over. She took a few deep breaths then sat upright again, her eyes watery. Myrna giggled. Sweat beaded on Elsteen's brow and she clenched her fists, grunting in frustration, sending Myrna into a fit of laughter. Regaining composure, Myrna blew a raspberry. "Too late!" "Don't even joke about it!" She pushed herself up so that she was squatting on the bed of the cart. "What are you doing? You'll make it come out." "I can't sit still." She started bobbing up and down. Myrna succumbed to a fit of unvocalized laughter. Tears ran down her cheeks. "I just wet myself!" she squealed. She had dribbled in her panties. Elsteen clamped a hand over her mouth and muttered something Myrna didn't catch and then, more clearly: "I'm pooping. I'm pooping my pants." Falling over on her side, Myrna struggled to breathe. She lost control of her bladder, wetting her skirt. Elsteen clenched her fists. "I can't... I can't stop it!" Her laughter subsiding, Myrna pushed herself up. Wiping tears from her eyes, she grabbed the hem of Elsteen's skirt and lifted it up so that she could see her panties. The gusset was stained brown. "You just shit your pants!" "It's not funny! I warned you!" "You're so cute!" A serious expression came over Myrna's face. She leant forward, putting her head between Elsteen's legs, and began licking her pussy through the shit-stained gusset of her white cotton, rose-print, high-cut panties. She got shit in her mouth but she didn't care. Elsteen pushed her away. "I might poop in your face. I still need to go a bit." "I don't care." She resumed licking the bean. Elsteen surrendered, leaning back against the hay, moaning. Another cramp hit and she unashamedly pooped a little more. Myrna didn't skip a beat. She kept licking, faster and faster. Elsteen grabbed fistfuls of hay, squeezing as she vocalized her climax, oblivious to the driver or any traffic on the road. Satisfied, she leant back against the hay, eyes closed, biting her lower lip. Myrna raised her head. Shit was smeared round her mouth. Her teeth and even the tip of her nose were brown. She knelt there for several moments looking longingly at Elsteen. Finally Elsteen opened her eyes. "Right. Your turn." "But I've peed my pants!" "I don't care." She stuck her head up Myrna's skirt and licked her silly through through the fabric of her plain white cotton panties. She enjoyed the pee flavour. And Myrna enjoyed the best orgasm of her life. After the women had had a chance to recover, Elsteen stood up on the bed of the cart and, supporting herself against the hay, pulled down her panties. Stepping out of them, she threw them onto the road. She grabbed a fistful of hay and, while Myrna held up her skirt, wiped herself clean. "I'll steal you a new pair of panties when I get the chance," Myrna promised. Elsteen grabbed some fresh hay and wiped Myrna's mouth. They spent the rest of the hayride sitting on the edge of the cart, holding hands, kissing, both immensely grateful that fate had seen fit to unite them on this journey.
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  15. Yo! Bet you guys forgot about me for a bit, right? It's been a while since I last posted anything on this site, that much is for sure. I decided that rather than putting all the content warnings in this opening author note, it might be better to make them all tags instead. As you can see, though, that got out of hand prety quickly... there's fifrteen of those fuckers because of it, and that's just all the basic stuff - it doesn't cover any of the other pairings which will take place should this story last long enough. And to top it all off, all I have to show for it so far is a complete list of eye powers on Deviant Art and a really short prologue... but I should have more sometime soon. I'm slowly removing the roadblocks which have prevented me from writing recently, one at a time. Anyway, without further ado, go ahead and read the prologue! Breaking the Cycle Prologue: That Which Cannot Be Replaced “Big sis! Our clan is being attacked! We’re being wiped out one after another!” The sound of metal seamlessly slicing through wood rang through the summer air as the double-edged katana in my right hand cleaved one of the solid wood targets set up in the Takamachi clan’s courtyard in two. The top half slid down the diagonal cut until it fell to the ground with a loud thud, the noise briefly drowning out the constant harmonious song of the cicadas in the trees which made up the area’s perimeter. “They just killed Mom!” “They killed Mom?! How did they even— no, it doesn’t matter! Take me to them right now! I’ll crush them all before they even notice I’m there!” The memories burned into my brain gave me strength as I reversed the blade’s direction to make a second horizontal slice through the target made out of a section of thick tree trunk. My blade cut through it so swiftly that the top section which got severed didn’t move even a centimeter, but instead simply fell straight down into place so perfectly that it would be next to impossible for most people to even tell that there were two separate pieces. “Mom was killed in a one on one battle! The one who did it is too strong for even you to handle! Their partner is on his way here as we speak, and his energy is even bigger than the one who took mom out!” “I don’t care how strong they are! I can’t let them get away with—” “They’re after you, sis! Mom died trying to keep them from getting to you! If you let yourself get captured or killed, her death will have been in vain! You have to escape!” With a roundhouse kick too swift for the average person’s eyes to follow, my left foot sent the top piece of the trunk flying into one of the trees to my right, the impact causing the birds in that tree to fly away in terror. The tree itself cracked internally at the point of contact until the tree itself fell down into the courtyard, unable to support its own weight. Yui… I won’t let you end up like mom or the rest of our clan. I used the momentum of my kick to pivot on my other foot until I’d done a full rotation and once more stood facing what was left of my target. I jumped high into the air, easily eclipsing the height of the Takamachi clan’s two-floor complex until I could see the streets around it without any obstruction. As I began to descend, I swung the identical blade in my left hand downwards in a vertical arc with such force that I began to roll through the air like a swiftly spinning wheel of death. No matter what it takes… My left sword bisected the trunk cleanly in half from above so violently that both halves were forced backwards by the wind current that my overhead strike had generated. As my rotation came to a halt and my blade once again faced the sky, my feet landed in the spots where the two halves of my makeshift target were mere moments before, planted on either side of a gash in the earth beneath me created by the wind and my sword. No matter who I have to kill… I rushed forward, pivoting on the ground right as I got within striking distance of my next target: the tree in the center of the courtyard which towered over all of the trees along the perimeter. This tree was far thicker than all the others, to the point that cutting it down in a single slashing attack would be impossible. It struck me as quite the symbolic target, considering one of my opponents was strong enough to kill my mother, whom I’d never been able to defeat in a sparring match even once. No matter what kind of insurmountable obstacles stand in my way… As I spun around, my glossy black hair whipping around in the air and covering a lot of my gaze, I swung the sword in my right hand so close to the one in my left that my palms actually brushed against one another. My blade cut through a bit over a fourth of the trunk before me with ease. But before the gap my strike had created could even be narrowed a millimeter, my left sword passed through it fully extended and charged with electrical energy which increased my range and cutting power, slicing through the other half of the trunk of the tree as if it were butter. As the tree I’d kicked part of my last target into did, this one began to fall inwards. Within a few seconds, it would fall onto me and crush me under its weight. Given that the energy which flowed throughout my body enhanced my body’s durability, this wouldn’t even be enough to break my bones, but if I just let it fall onto me, it would take out a not insignificant portion of the Takamachi clan’s complex with it. And it was quite possible that there were people in my friend’s clan in that part who would get killed as a result. I swear I’ll save you… But before it even dipped to a seventy degree angle with the ground, the manifestation of my energy, will and hatred materialized around me, stopping the tree in its tracks with its massive hands that only I could see. My blackish violet Divine Avatar gripped the tree and set it right back on its stump with such precision and gentleness that it did not fall again once it let go and the astral body dematerialized. Even if the price for doing so is my life itself. I sheathed my swords in their scabbards at my waist before placing my hands on the tree at the place where I’d cut it in two. I sent a portion of my energy into the tree, using it to make the stump and severed trunk slowly connect themselves back together. As I did, I remembered what my little sister said to me right before I made my escape that night one week prior. “You’re more important than the entire rest of our clan! You need to survive, even if no one else does! You’re the only one of us who can’t be replaced, sis!” Once I finished repairing the tree, I lowered my hands, beginning to walk off towards the exit to get a drink before coming out to train again. As I did, I began to reply to the what my younger sister had said to me. “That’s just it, Yui… to me, you’re the one thing that can’t be replaced. That’s why I’ll do everything in my power to save you, even if it costs me my own life as a result.” Because to me, your life is far more precious than my own. That’s what being your big sister means… I have to protect you at all costs, even if it means putting myself at risk. I didn’t have much time left before it’d be too late. Sooner rather than later, I knew I needed to start looking into the people who took her… but I needed to make sure I could beat them first. So for the time being, all I could do was train… and try to master as much of my newly unlocked power as possible. Because I knew that if I just charged in as I was now, there’d be no way in hell I’d stand even a ghost of a chance. Fun fact: this is one of the only installments in the entire first story arc that will be written from Kiriko's perspective. Most scenes will be written from perspectives of either observers of fights or the ones who will lose the fights in the chapter. Anyway, not really much to say about this. If you're interested in learning about the eye powers in this AU and who will get each of them, I'll direct you to this Deviant Art Journal which explains them all in great detail, save for the one which is intentionally not revealed for major spoiler reasons. Also, for those who read my other story, Asuna's Descent into Diaperhood, be advised that it will not be abandoned, nor will its sequel be... although my EoS story is in fact dead for now at the very least. Other than that, there's not really a lot to go over. See you in chapter one!
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  17. The lively city scape of Inkopolis was the start most Inklings dreamed of, loathing the sight of old towns and dull country life to the beauty of this Mega-City. It was the heart of Inkling life, the shining star of this small distant planet, built around the undying culture of Splat-Fest. Groaning, Vera woke from a bad hangover, rubbing her eyes and stretching tiredly. Raising her head, Vera looked around her, catching the sight of her weirdly designed room... The walls to her apartment were covered in street art, lined with black beams that express themselves with stickers and pen signatures. Raising the covers, Vera gazed at her near naked body, vaguely remembering the night before, but rather not endure the throbbing headache that accompanied it. Instead, she opted to get dressed, then going into the splat-area. Peeling herself off of her old, rugged mattress, Vera walked sluggishly towards her cupboard, viewing the remaining clothes she had left. Weighing her options, Vera picked out the sports bra and panties given to her by a former lover. The mainly black jumper, shorts and beanie she won in a competition. Plus, her newish white baseball vest to go snugly over the top... After tidying herself up, Vera posed in the mirror, gazing with an annoyed expression at her near vertical chest and 5'3 body. "One day..." Vera announced quietly to herself, praying she wasn't just force feeding her mind with false hope every time she uttered these words to herself for the millionth time. The vibrations of her phone brought the distracted, little, orange-haired inkling back into reality. Digging the phone out of her pocket, Vera groaned, visualizing the words 'anonymous caller' painted across the title screen. "It's too early for this..." Vera stated quietly to herself, pressing the ignore button firmly. Tucking the phone back into her pocket, Vera shuffled tiredly towards the door, twisting the door handle and exiting her room. "Sunlight!" Vera hissed, shielding the sun from her eyes and trying to walk down the multiple flights of stairs without tripping over. Entering the reception, Vera scanned the room briefly, peering at the weird and funky art painted along the walls carefully. Looking to her right, Vera saw near empty fish-tank, housing a sheer lack of effort being put into it. Finally readjusting to the sunlight and getting past the revolving door, Vera placed her hands on her hips, smiling broadly and gazing at the beautiful city square of Inkopolis. Inklings greeting, Inklings meeting, Inklings talking, Inklings walking, it was all happening here! Vera looked up to see a restaurant, designed like a steam-punk American diner, projecting amazing smells around the street. Or to her left, a Splat-Gun store, decorated with weapon posters, hanging rifles and splat marks. Inklings crowded around the Splatling being advertised in the window, gasping in pure awe. "It might hurt Octolings, but it hurts my wallet more" Vera remarked, viewing the price-tag and moving down the street further. All was swell, until Vera caught sight of something odd... Strange even. Looking to her left, Vera was drawn toward a clothes store, selling racks upon racks of clothing in multiple shades and colors, but this was just odd. "What is this?" Vera pondered, astounded at the design and style of this weird garment. Stroking it, Vera couldn't help but feel a little aroused, feeling drawn to the new item on sale... "Ahh hello, you must be interested in the new Splatter Swell!" The store owner announced from behind Vera, "Well... I can't really blame you." Turning around, the semi aroused girl struggled to reply to the comments, amazed by the beauty of the Inkling behind her. "I-umm..." Vera babbled, unable to remove her eyes off of the store owner's blue hair and eyes. "If you'd like, you could try these on in the changing room behind you" she suggested, handing Vera a small packet and pointing out the changing room. Vera willingly obliged, not wanting to disappoint the pretty girl in-front of her, racing off, to the changing room. Vera quickly tore open the packet, pulling out the obscene object from it and folding it out. Pulling down her pants, it only struck Vera then that she had no clue how to put it on... "Ummm... Miss?" Vera called out, hoping for the pretty girl's reply. To Vera's relief, the girl pulled the blind back, exposing herself to Vera's cleanly shaven privates. "Ummm... Yes sweetie?" The girl replied uncomfortably. "I...I..." Vera babbled in an embarrassed tone, the girl replied almost instantly with a firm voice "You don't know how to put it on, don't you..." The embarrassed girl nodded, shivering uncontrollably and asking if she diaper her politely and to Vera's surprise, she agreed and signaled for the half naked girl to lay down on the floor. Obediently, Vera plopped her bare bottom down, lowering her back to the floor and blushing uncontrollably. It wasn't long before the girl beside her slid the colorful object under her privates before pulling the front of it up between her legs carefully. Vera felt as the undergarment's sides were was taped to the middle, tightening strongly around her waist. After a little bit of adjusting, Vera finally looked up at her padded crotch. "There you go..." the girl uttered, blushing lightly and sweating. Vera stuttered, saying "T-thank you mi-"Please, call me Jane" the girl insisted, cutting Vera off mid sentence. Jane quickly perved at Vera's small, skinny body, noticing every detail whilst the cute girl was distracted by her new underwear. "I don't think I can afford this..." Vera commented, weary of the hefty price tag. Jane grabbed her by the thigh intensively, pulling Vera's attention towards her. She whispered quietly into Vera's ear, "take it, no one else was going to wear it anyway..." Moving her hand from the exposed girl, Jane scratched the back of her neck, suggesting "You know, this was kinda fun... Maybe we should go out for some more fun some other time?" Vera's eyes lit up, before polite "sure" was uttered from her mouth, directing a calm, warming smile towards Jane Grabbing Jane's hand, the two girls shared a quiet moment... That was, until the door opened. "Customers!" Both girls shouted, covering their mouths quickly afterwords. Peering over her cover, Jane hissed "Crap! A boy! Get your pants on before he see's you wearing that!" Vera nodded, rushing to grab her pants and pulling them up savagely. "Darn stupid fly..." Vera cursed, keeping her voice low to not gain any unwanted attention. Meanwhile, Jane jumped from behind the changing room, greeting her customers in a welcoming tone. "Urrr hi... Umm, could I ask, but where's the speedo's se-" "just over there!" Jane cut in, silencing the boy mid speech. "Oh, thanks" the boy replied in a thankful tone. "No worries..." Jane acknowledged, turning back to Vera and signaling her to wait outside. After what felt like an hour, Vera continued to patiently wait outside, twiddling with her thumbs and staring at the smooth black pavement. And before she knew it, Jane walked out, waving goodbye to her last customer and wiping the sweat from her brow. Vera jolted onto her feet, smiling happily to Jane and running over to her, almost knocking the ambushed girl to her feet. Steadying herself, Jane smiled back at the overly excited and happy Vera. "So... About that bit of fun you promised me?" Vera urged, grabbing Jane's hand. Returning the favor, Jane grabbed Vera's other hand, pulling her in closely, Jane whispered, Meet me at Jeffries diner at 7:00". "Done" Vera responded, letting go of Jane's hands and waving as she went back to her apartment. "Don't be late!" Jane called out, getting a faint reply from Vera "I won't!" as she walked further and further away. Vera couldn't feel more alive! She was in love, not some dorky crush from a 14 year old who only gave presents that exposed her body, a real date! She knew there was something more than gifts and kind comments in this relationship, she knew Jane had every right to say no, but she didn't, she stood by her... Vera looped these thoughts over and over, slumping at her bedside and slowly shutting her eyes to take a nap. "My gosh, I swear I'm wearing a pillow" Vera commented, stroking her crotch and promptly, falling asleep... Sleep tight... little Yuri Squid... End of Chapter One if you'd like more, please comment! Also, don't hold back on any critiscm, ideas or suggestions on this story! Kind Regards [Insert Omo]
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  21. The idea for the setting of this thread was inspired by a chat with @writerforce6, and they will be posting their own, different take on the core idea at some point. I'm somewhat of a fan of SAO, but it felt to me like the games the story takes place in aren't very deep or particularly well designed, and so I've decided to take existing characters and drop them all into a different 'world first' VR MMORPG. I hope to make this an entertaining and titillating read. Before I get to the first part proper, I will re-iterate in case anybody has missed the tags: This story will contain messing and diapers in addition to the usual omorashi fare. Turn back if you're averse to either. ------------- CHAPTER - ONE 'Finally.' Kirigaya Kimiko clutched the hard-copy case of Era of Survival to her chest. A huge fantasy castle held in an endless sky dominated the box art, with the title added just above the spires near the top of box, almost an afterthought. Now, after a lengthy beta test to work out the last of the bugs, EoS was about to go online. It had been a few hours since Kimiko had run through the Nerve Gear's initial set-up. It was a hassle - The storage for her personal data had been wiped at the end of the beta, forcing her to do the same, frustrating questionnaire and body measuring as the original. With an added couple of embarrassingly private questions added to the list. 'I hope Suguha didn't overhear any of that,' she thought to herself, opening the case and inserting the game chip into the neural-interface headgear before placing it on her head and laying down on her bed. "Here goes..." She muttered, closing her eyes as her heartbeat picked up in excitement. "Link, Start!" ------------------------- 'Kiriko' opened her eyes in a black void. As soon as she got her bearings, a series of windows popped up in front of her. They followed her movements as she looked around. "Still as black as ever." She sighed theatrically. The interface was the only thing around her, and she felt as if she was floating. They demanded her attention, and wouldn't let her go until she had finalized her character creation. Starting Weapon Skills: Shortswords, Arming Swords, Longswords. Finalize? (Yes) As if the game needed to ask! Ages before the beta had ended, Kiriko's mind was set on her starting gear and build. Starting Armor Skills: Cloth armor, Leather armor, Light metal armor. Finalize? Again, she input her carefully chosen choices. Starting Body Stats -- "This is new. Back in beta, we had to log in fully to see what the game gave us." Her eyes scanned through the list. Strength - Average, for a female player. Carry Weight - Similarly to her Strength value, her beginning value was normal. Endurance - Same again... Agility... She nearly did a double-take. "Eighty-five out of a hundred?!" Evidently, metrics had changed in the last few weeks of development! Dexterity - One of the things she was particularly strong with - She started with the maximum base value possible. From her discussion with Argo back in beta, this seemed to be an unlikely, but not impossible result. Still, the thought of being one of the most precise players in the game made her giddy. Perhaps if she trained her strength, she could pick up Archery. The list continued on, showing minute details as she leafed through her stats. Underneath her starting Hunger/Thirst gauge. "Oh. So that was why..." The devs had kept one of the more... colorful functions in the game, it seemed. Bladder Capacity: Above Average. Bowel Capacity: Average. Bladder Control: Strong. Bowel Control: Average. The blush from the questionnaire segment returned in full force. Before, it had simply been an optional feature... It was one that she had tested. It definitely felt like the real thing. Shaking that from her mind, she picked out her gear and finished character creation. A blow glow enveloped Kiriko, and in a flash of light, she was placed in an unfamiliar town. Her avatar had manifested around her, and she looked down at her hands and body to see that her appearance was what she wanted. Blue-black sleeveless tunic and lightweight cuirass protecting her modest chest? Check. Brown fingerless gloves and studded leather bracers? Check. Loose-fitting shorts, leather knee-pads and high boots? All clear. A gust blew down the road, blowing her long, straight black hair out behind her as she looked up to see players spawning in for the first time. Everybody was doing much the same as her. Hopefully, she would be able to locate one of her fellow beta testers and group up. One thing she had learned early in testing was that EoS was a PUNISHING game when played solo. Reviews of the decades-old S.T.A.L.K.E.R. games flashed through her mind as she recalled the first time she had tried to solo a kobold camp and had gotten her ass soundly whooped. That was a mistake she wouldn't make twice. ----- Please, tell me what you think so far. I intend to make this a long-running fic, and it will progress at a steady pace. Fetish content might be a bit lacking occasionally, but it will happen.
  22. I think this is the right board for this... anyway, this is just an update/discussion thread for my upcoming RPG Maker MV game, Angels and Demons. It's a huge, ambitious project, and it may be a while before a demo is released, but I'm putting up a topic for it anyway. The reason? Shameless advertising/"hype" building, mostly (where I normally post stuff about this game, FTT, is kind of half dead compared to this site so...). I'll probably have a demo out before the end of the year, but other than that I make no promises. Worth noting is that I'm more or less done with the stuff I have to get done before I can release a demo, but I'm waiting on other people for everything else. So, a brief synopsis: basically, early on (not right away though, it won't be in demo one) your characters witness a fight between an angel and a demon. The player can choose to help either side, and based on which one they pick, they will experience a totally different story for the rest of the playthrough. Also, because any of the four main leads dying will force a game over (which takes you back to the title screen without saving), I made each of them potentially broken in their own right so that the player has to make really dumb/hardcore decisions in order to lose progress because of a game over. A key feature of this game is that many seemingly inconsequential decisions you make will majorly affect the game either in the long or the short term. Sometimes stopping to help an NPC will make the a particular upcoming boss battle much easier, sometimes choosing to fight that one guy because he was a dick to you will end up making the whole game exponentially harder starting several major plot points later. Certain choices will mean the difference between getting the best possible ending and getting the worst. So yeah, more or less anything you do could have a huge impact, and it might not always be an immediately apparent one. In addition to this, another feature is that the game will have lots of custom art, including bust shots for the MCs as well as CG. But unfortunately, my artist is not willing to draw ABDL/omo stuff, so none of the fetish content will have custom art. Which is okay with me because the game itself will only show the fetish content if you enter the right password upon starting your save, so I mean, the game can stand on its own without it. This right here is the reason I haven't released a demo already - I'm waiting on my artist for like four things, but since her school year hasn't ended yet and she's going to be travelling most of the summer, it may be a while before they finish any of them. On the bright side, they have gotten enough stuff done that I can show you guys content... for example, the attached image is a CG of the main character. On a subject touched upon in the last paragraph... the ABDL content. Most of it will come from two characters, one of which appears earlier in the demon route than the angel route. The main character that isn't in the attached image will have incontinence issues due to the lingering degenerative effects of a curse that gets lifted early on but has already messed her up pretty bad. In addition, the third party member in the demon route (fourth in the angel route) is a closet AB due to her rather... complicated past. Those two are going to be the source of the ABDL stuff. Which, by the way, you activate by typing in "ABDLmode" (case sensitive) at the start of any given playthrough. If you don't do that, you'll never see it unless I somehow screw up and accidentally forget to make some of it dependent on a certain switch being turned on due to the password. Come release I may need some people to play through a clean run to test for that, actually... Wow, this got longer than I thought it'd be. Anyway, I'll try to keep this thread relatively updated... but if you want to see the latest, the thread on FTT's games board (I know my usernames are different but that's just because this account is super old and has an old name attached to it that I can't yet stomach changing) is probably going to be more frequently kept up to date. I'm also not fond of the idea of reposting stuff from that thread since it's mostly just old progress updates, so if you want to see everything that's gotten done before I made this thread here, you'll need to go there anyway.
  23. (Author's Note: The characters of this story are all OC's, currently active in my Fire Emblem inspired Interactive Story. This isn't canon to the primary story, but rather a calm aside, just for the hell of it, just because I feel like writing right now. This will get updated whenever I feel like updating it, just when I'm in a writing mood) Prologue: The Calm 6:58.... Rose thought to herself as she stared at the clock. Two minutes till showtime. She felt more nervous than she should have. She had most of the afternoon getting stuff ready. Buying drinks and snacks, getting together sleeping bags, renting a scary movie, trying to figure a way out of the party her girlfriend had pressured her into throwing, getting shot glasses, which her girlfriend also pressured her into doing. She honestly wondered why she let Vera pressure her so often, though she guessed it was something to do with how good she looked when naked. The thought made Rose blush slightly. She then noticed that the clock had gone forward a minute. Almost time... A slight twinge in her bladder alerted her to her own growing need to relieve herself. She internally debated if she had enough time to go. She went through the guest list in her head. First, there was Vera, her purple haired girlfriend. She would be a little bit late. Feya, a fellow red head and her and Vera's.... other girlfriend would be with her. Rose had accepted that rather odd relationship a while ago. The three of them had gone through a lot together, and Vera refused to let either red head get too far from her. Besides, Feya was just kinky enough to satisfy Vera where Rose was too reserved to. Moving down the guest list, Reyne was coming as well. Another red head, this girl was far different from the others. Rose was slightly worried about Reyne coming. Not because she would make trouble, very much the opposite. Reyne was more reserved than Rose was, as far as she had seen. Ironic, considering her companion, Belle, who was also coming. That long haired blond was as kinky as Feya and just as easy. Reyne would be here soon, Rose knew, since her reserved nature stemmed from her rich upbringing, which also made her punctual, which meant that she would be there on time. As the clock struck seven, Rose knew she'd hear the doorbell any second. As for her last guest, she knew that Kara wouldn't take long to show up either. Vera had made sure that Kara was coming, and Rose knew the exact reason. Vera wanted Kara to be there because Kara had something that none of the other girls had, being a futanari. It was better than having a boy around, Vera had argued. Well, it's not like she'll be pulling it out. Rose thought to herself. She's not that easy. Knock Knock "Coming." Rose called out. She took one last look over her living room. It was big enough to easily fit all of them. She had moved her couch back so the majority of the floor was open for the six sleeping bags to cover the floor. She also had a flat screen on the wall, as well as the table that held up the drinks and snacks. Satisfied that it would work for the night, Rose walked to the door. Before opening it, she turned to the mirror a few feet from the door, one last check to make sure she was all together. Her hair was freshly combed and went to her shoulders. Her pajamas were boring as usual, pure black bottoms and a plain white top, and nothing under them, how she usually slept. As she gripped the door knob, a sudden bolt of dread shot through her as Vera's words rang through her head. "Just show up in what you wear to bed." She had said to the group. To a normal group of girls, that would mean pajamas, as Rose now wore. However, the group invited was no normal group of girls. She would be amazed if no one arrived armed. But show up in what you wear to bed... Rose sighed so loudly that whoever was behind the door was sure to hear her. Well, nothing to fix it now. Might as well take a toll of who shows up naked. She guessed at least half, then opened the door. As she expected, Reyne and Belle stood behind it. Both wore identical white robes, monogrammed with with the letter R in bright red letters. Rose smiled warmly at them, honestly surprised that Belle wasn't naked. "Good evening, Rose." Reyne said, in that royal sounding British accent of hers. Belle then slapped her on the back. "C'mon Reyne, don't be so formal." Belle said. She then walked up to Rose and pulled her into her strong arms. "Hey Rose, it's been too long." Rose couldn't help but laugh as she returned Belle's hug. An involuntary blush crept onto her face as she felt Belle's massive breasts press against her body. The woman was muscular and well endowed, it made sense that she was Reyne's bodyguard and personal trainer. Trainer in multiple different ways, as Belle explained it, which always prompted a bright blush from Reyne. "Nice to see you too, Belle, but it's only been like two days since we last spoke." "Two days too long then." she then let go of Rose, then walked past her into the house. Rose then turned to Reyne, who seemed to realize something, then go after Belle. "Belle, keep your robe on." Reyne called after her as she sped past Rose after her escort. Rose looked around outside and, upon seeing no one, reentered the house, shutting the door behind her. Upon entering, she was immediately greeted by a lovely view of Belle's exposed breasts as Reyne attempted to pull her robe back on her. "Belle..." Reyne growled. Belle stared her down, a slight smile on her face, staying firm in her attempt to strip. "Reyne, it's fine." Belle explained, holding her robe down. "Vera said that we should come how we sleep. I go to bed in a robe, but I sleep naked, so that means I can hang out naked." "Technically, that's true..." Rose said, softly. She had no qualms with a bunch of naked girls walking around her house, despite herself remaining clothed whenever she wasn't bathing or changing. However, she wanted to have a relaxing night with a few friends, instead of the orgy Vera was most likely planning. She was then alerted by another twinge in her bladder. She watched as Reyne relented, allowing Belle to strip naked, throwing her robe to the side. Belle's muscular body on display was enough to make Rose forget how to speak for a second, but she quickly regained composure. "Would you two like something to drink?" She asked. Her eyes peered over to the clock on the wall. 7:02 and she already had a large breasts woman naked in her living room. Tonight was going to be a long night.
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    Her face says it all, pain, exhaustion, confusion and fear, expressing themselves noticeably. Eyes clamped tightly shut, lips wobbling like jelly, sweat trickling down her face and the silent murmurs of her innocent cries all were there. Only centimeters from you, your eye's are treated to front row view of her amazing display. Her beautiful body, jerking from side to side whilst shuffling around erratically, like a bear getting an itch. You know she's at her limit, as tears accompanied by the smell fear lingering around her like a swarm of locus. All it would take is an action to break her resolve... But friends don't do that and you wouldn't... Or would you? As her cries get louder, a small jet of urine escapes, marking a large spot on her jeans. She's like a balloon, she'll pop any minute now... But something spreads over your face, shouting something more thats more than mischief and excitement, but something deeper... Guiding a hand onto her leg, you manage to get a look from distressed friend. Her gasps and pained voices call you, they long for relief. Both of your eyes are completely locked onto each other and your lips are hungry, almost as if you had a long suffered starvation for far to long. Pouncing onto your friend, you throw her back onto the car door. You give her a look of sexual hunger, as you start to kiss her hard, almost savagely, completely silencing her calls and shocking her to the core. A loud hissing sound echoes within the car, as the aura of urine reaches your nose, like a shark who's smelt blood, you engulf your prey. Cupping her crotch with your right hand, you can feel the juices race through your hands and onto the warm leather. But the urgency of your kiss completely melts her, but ultimately, she opens her mouth to receive the kiss. Your mind is completely blank, but the urgency for more swarms the both of you, engulfing you into a relationship that will last for years to come.