Omorashi Academy

Omorashi Academy

Chapter 1: The First Day

"Kimiko! Sit still!" barked Mr. Johnson, glaring at the new student from over the tops of his spectacles. Kimiko wilted under the attention, and tried to stop rubbing her legs together, whimpering softly.

It's not fair , thought Kimiko, her face pale as she clutched at the edge of her skirt. He already said no to a hall pass, and now he's yelling at me for trying to hold it? She glanced at the clock, and groaned inwardly. Forty- five minutes to go...

It was two weeks since Kimiko Saeki's mother had decided to send her away to the Alderson Institute, a secluded but well-regarded boarding school - at least, according to the literature they'd received in the mail. The elder Saeki hadn't investigated much further - after all, the reason she was sending her daughter to boarding school in the first place was that she hadn't the time to take proper care of Kimiko. Perhaps a closer look would've warned Kimiko's mother that something was amiss about the Institute. And then again, perhaps not - the Institute was well-practiced at hiding its true nature from casual observation.

Certainly neither Kimiko nor her mother had noticed anything unusual when the girl was moving in; the facilities and rooms were quiet, and the staff polite and friendly. As an incoming eighth-grader, Kimiko had been assigned a senior as a roommate; Bridget was a leggy blonde with a cheerful disposition and a twinkle in her eye.

Kimiko Saeki herself was quite pretty - or at least, that's what her mother had always told her. And, well, it was true. She was a petite young half-Japanese girl, just beginning to bloom into womanhood - she'd gotten her first bra over the summer, and was very proud of the fact that she'd finally started to develop. She kept her straight black hair cropped in a short pageboy cut, with a blue ribbon tied in it.

One of the first things Kimiko had noticed was that there wasn't much time between classes; three minutes was barely enough time to get from one class to the next. She hadn't even really noticed this until just before third period, when she realized her bladder was starting to get a little full, and the line to the restroom looked a little long.

Just before fourth period, she'd waited a full minute in the line before she had to rush to class with an achingly full bladder - and Mr. Johnson had refused to give her a hall pass, saying that "You should've taken care of yourself between classes. You're expected to be a grown-up in this school."

So now Kimiko was stuck - sitting in an interminable lecture, her need to pee inexorably growing every moment. She'd tried to catch Mr. Johnson's eye, to ask again, but his expression was formidable and unsympathetic. She squirmed in her seat again, trying to control her bladder, only to freeze again at another glare from the teacher.

Thirty minutes to go now, and Kimiko simply couldn't sit still any longer - she was constantly shifting her slender hips on the hard wood of the chair, her thighs crossing one over the other, her hand pressing into her crotch to hold her aching bladder. Mr. Johnson, seeing this, snapped, "Stop that this instant, young lady! Either sit still, or you can stand in the corner in front of the class!"

"Y-yes, Mr. Johnson," squeaked Kimiko, as she tried to straighten up in her seat... and then her face went pale with shock. She slammed her knees tight together, but it was no use - she could feel the hot wetness soaking into the crotch of her panties and spreading down her bottom.

Seconds later, the entire class was mumbling to one another and staring at Kimiko - or more accurately, at the fragrant yellow cascade pouring from the back of her chair and spreading in a puddle beneath her desk. Her eyes tight shut and her face blushing to the roots of her short black hair, Kimiko was helpless to do anything but sit there and wet herself in front of everyone.

Mr. Johnson watched impassively, waiting until the flood had slowed to a slow trickle, and then a drip. "Are you quite finished, Kimiko?" he asked, his tone cold and sarcastic. Starting slightly in her chair, Kimiko swallowed, and then nodded mutely, tears of shame beginning to form in her eyes.

"Good," said the teacher. "Now come up to the front of the classroom and stand in the corner. I will not tolerate a student who has no self-control!"

"But sir," protested the shame-faced Kimiko, "I couldn't help-"

"Silence!" roared Mr. Johnson. "I will not tolerate excuses either! Now on your feet, little girl!"

Stifling a response, Kimiko nodded, sniffling softly. She got up, and walked past the snickering and muttering students on either side of her, feeling the tears begin to start - and also feeling the way that the back of her school skirt, which she'd been sitting on, was now clinging wetly to the backs of her thighs, and the way her sodden underwear was quickly growing cold and clammy.

By the time she reached the corner, she was sobbing in shame and humiliation, and was more than happy to face the corner so that she didn't have to look at the faces of her fellow students - even if that meant that the piss-soaked patch on the back of her skirt was plainly displayed for all to see, as well as the tiny rivulets of urine that were running down the backs of her thighs from her saturated panties and being absorbed by her socks.

The next half hour seemed to take an eternity, as Kimiko stood there in her peed panties - but finally the bell rang and the students began to file out, a janitor pushing past them and heading toward the puddle under Kimiko's desk. Kimiko turned to Mr. Johnson, and asked timidly, "Sir, can I please have a late pass to my next class?"

"Certainly not! What makes you think you need one?"

"I, uh, I need to change my panties... and my skirt-"

"Nonsense! If you pee in your panties like a little girl, it's your own fault. Which reminds me..." He scribbled on a notepad and handed it to her. "I'll expect to see you after school for an hour detention for disrupting my class."

"B-but sir!" Kimiko wailed, shifting her weight uncomfortably. "I'll have to go the whole day with-"

"Are you going to stand here and argue with me, young lady, or are you going to get to your next class?"

Kimiko's lower lip trembled, but she mutely accepted the detention slip and filed out of the classroom, whimpering as her soggy panties shifted and clung to her rump. The syllabus had been very clear that tardiness was unacceptable, and she'd already gotten one detention on her very first day - she was in dread of what might happen to her if she committed another offense.

Catcalls followed Kimiko down the hall as she rushed to fifth period, and several students pointed at the wet patch on her skirt. Covering her face, she cried as she ran - in the shame and disgust over the urine-drenched panties clinging to her crotch, she completely failed to notice that a few other students were doing the same thing...

Kimiko tried to sneak into Mr. Jarvis' math class without anyone noticing her. Unfortunately, one of her classmates from Mr. Johnson's class was ready.

"Well, if it isn't Little Miss Kimmy Potty-pants!" jeered Brenda, a red-headed girl who looked about a year older than Kimiko - several inches taller and with bigger breasts. Brenda was also one of nature's bullies, and she'd already managed to assemble a small clique. As Brenda mocked her less fortunate (and wetter) fellow student, her cronies took up the cry. "Little Kimmy Potty-pants! Little Kimmy Potty-pants! Gonna pee for us some more, Little Kimmy Potty-pants?"

"Shut up!" whined Kimiko, her face reddening anew. "I couldn't help it! Leave me alone!" But her pleas only encouraged her tormentors, repeating their cruel chant until Kimiko was crying again, burying her face in her hands.

"Let's see Kimiko's potty pants!" exclaimed Brenda suddenly, and before Kimiko could react, she'd pulled the smaller girl's skirt up. Several other students, who'd just now been looking up to see what all the fuss was about, began to murmur or giggle as they got a good look at the girl's pee-stained panties. Most of them were repulsed and looked away, but a few - especially the boys - were ogling the girl's wet panties with the undisciplined lust of the young adolescent male.

"NO!" squealed Kimiko, now nearly in hysterics. "C-c-cut it out, or I, I, I'll tell!" She tried to tug her skirt away from Brenda's grasp, but the other girl was too strong for her, and so poor Kimiko's sodden underwear remained on display as Brenda continued the taunting. "Awww, poor widdle Kimiko went pee-pee in her panties! Sooo yucky! Does widdle baby Kimmy need a diaper? Oooh! I bet she's gonna go poo-poo in them too! Kimmy wanna poo her panties for us?"

Unable to do anything other than flail ineffectually at her tormentor, Kimiko was red uced to a blubbering bawling wreck - and then Brenda let go of the skirt and scuttled to her seat, suddenly the picture of studious innocence. As Kimiko's skirt mercifully fluttered back down over her shamefully soaked panties, she looked up just in time for Mr. Jarvis to walk into the room.

"Would you like to sit down, young lady, or do you want to remain standing the whole period?" said Mr. Jarvis sarcastically, evoking another brief storm of giggling at Kimiko's expense. Red-faced, humiliated, and teary-eyed, Kimiko could only stumble toward her desk, wincing as the cold wet cotton pressed into her rump.

Kimiko didn't learn much in the last three periods of the day - the discomfort and smell of her cold wet underwear, and the occasional taunting of her classmates, made it hard to concentrate on anything else. Three very wet and uncomfortable hours later, Kimiko was rushing back to Mr. Johnson's classroom as fast as she could despite the rumbling sensations in her tummy. The detention note had been quite clear - three minutes after seventh period, without fail.

"Ah, Kimiko," said Mr. Johnson, closing the door behind her as the bell rang. "So good of you to come. Take off your skirt, please," he added matter-of-factly.

"W-what?" asked Kimiko, going pale with shock.

"You heard me," said Mr. Johnson calmly. "Take off your skirt and show me what you did in your panties in my class."

Kimiko shook her head. "N-no! You can't do this!" she protested, beginning to grow outraged.

"I don't believe you understand the situation here, Kimiko," said Mr. Johnson, putting his hand on the girl's shoulder and walking around here. "At the Alderson Institute, we expect our students to be obedient . That means you do as you're told..." He leaned down to look Kimiko in the eye. "Or you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?" His hand tightened on Kimiko's shoulder, not quite to the point of pain but firmly enough to make it clear exactly who was in charge.

Cowed by the man, Kimiko shook her head, the tears starting again, but she reached down to unzip her skirt, which soon whispered to the floor. Mr. Johnson nodded. "Good," he said, as he stood back and began to circle Kimiko once more, looking down at her sodden panties.

The panties were pure white cotton, standard issue for the Institute - but now, there was a prominent half-moon yellow stain on the seat of them, the wet fabric folded and wrinkled as it clung to her firm young bottom, and to her crotch as well. As Mr. Johnson ogled her, Kimiko managed to find the courage to speak up again. "S-sir?"

"Yes, what is it, Kimiko?" said the teacher, sounding distracted as he studied her wet panties.

"I, I need to go to the bathroom, sir."

"You just did, three hours ago. In your panties." He gestured to the evidence clinging to her loins.

"N-no, sir, I need to do, uh, do the other. Number two," she mumbled, blushing all the more intensely.

"You'll just have to wait, young lady. You've had all day."

"Sir, please -"

"If you speak out of turn one more time, young lady, you'll get another half-hour of detention! Now sit down and be quiet! And start writing. One hundred times: 'I will not urinate in my panties during class.'"

This threat shut Kimiko up promptly, and she quickly retired to a desk at the front of the room, grateful for the way this slightly hid her exposed, dirty panties from the man, and began to write.

Time passed... and though her arm and hand ached from the writing, the urge to defecate was worse. Kimiko pressed her bottom into the seat, whimpering as this squished the wet panties against her tender skin, moaning as her tummy gurgled - in her urgent need to go, she was completely oblivious to the way that Mr. Johnson was avidly watching her show of desperation.

Twenty minutes in, Kimiko could take no more. Her voice edged with pain, Kimiko said, "Please sir, please let me go to the bathroom!"

"Half an hour more," Mr. Johnson said calmly, cruelly, looking her in the eye.

Kimiko whimpered plaintively, staring at the man and biting her lip... and then winced with pain as she felt her bowels began to move. Leaning forward and clutching at her desk, she groaned, and the odor of fresh shit filled the room as the poor girl felt her already-dirty panties begin to fill.

Mr. Johnson said nothing - simply watched as Kimiko, sobbing with horror and shame, squatted at her desk and helplessly pooped in her panties. He said nothing until it was clear that she was done, as the girl slumped forward against her desk and began to bawl.

"Disgraceful," he said, getting up from his desk and standing beside her. "Sit down!" he snapped, taking her shoulder and forcing her back into the seat - there was a wet squelch, and Kimiko nearly screamed in disgust as her bottom was forced into the pile of crap, which oozed all through her panties and began to leak out of the leg-holes. "And when you're finished writing your first hundred sentences, you can start another two hundred of 'I will not defecate in my panties during detention."

Kimiko barely heard this, her throat welling up with choked sobs. Oh god... she was thinking to herself. Please, please let me go clean up... I feel so filthy... But something about the unsympathetic reaction to her earlier pleas warned her not to speak her complaints out loud. Instead, she suffered in silence, writing more slowly now thanks to the distraction of the filthy mess she'd been forced to sit in.

Another half hour passed - an half hour of hell, as Kimiko cried and wrote and marinated in her own feces, unable to decide which was worse: the stench of her own shit, the horrible slimy sensation of the muck clinging to her tender rear, or just the humiliation of having wet and messed herself like a little baby. As the first hour of her detention drew to a close, though, she realized something worse yet - she needed to pee again. Fearing the worst, she timidly raised her hand.

"What is it now, Kimiko?" sighed Mr. Johnson, affecting exasperation.

"I, I need to go pee again," whimpered Kimiko, cringing as she spoke.

"Oh you do, do you? Then stand up!" said the cruel teacher. The girl complied, trembling, holding her hands in front of herself. Mr. Johnson looked her up and down, and said, "Now pee."

"W-what?" gasped Kimiko. This was just too much! She'd expected just to be denied the bathroom, but to be ordered to pee her panties? "R-right here?"

"That's right. You don't deserve to go to the bathroom, you filthy little girl. If you have to pee, then you can just stand right there and piss in your panties."

Kimiko gulped and looked at Mr. Johnson pleadingly, but as his expression hardened and he opened his mouth as if to snap at her again, she swallowed and shut her eyes tight, and let go. She moaned in disgust as her already-saturated panties began to dissolve her shit into gooey mush - and then her moan dissolved into a keening wail as the piss began to trickle down her legs, running into her socks and soaking them as well. Mr. Johnson sat back and inwardly gloated to himself as he watched this pretty young girl, this almost-a-woman, stand there and cry and helplessly urinate in her panties.

The flow of urine down Kimiko's legs finally came to a stop, but her humiliated sobbing didn't. Even when Mr. Johnson barked, "Now sit down and get back to work!" the tears continued unabated, even as the girl stumbled back into her seat, her wails redoubled as she sat in the urine-softened crap in her panties. Slowly, very slowly, Kimiko's pencil began to move across the paper again, as her crying just as slowly settled into sniffles and whimpers - and coughs, as she nearly choked on the acrid stench she'd made in her underwear.

Finally, as Mr. Johnson said, "Time!" Kimiko looked at her paper, and sighed in despair. "I... I've got another hundred and twenty sentences to go, Mr. Johnson," she murmured, hiccoughing from the long crying fit.

"Then we'll finish your punishment tommorow," replied Mr. Johnson. "Stand up!" And as she did so, the teacher examined the shit-filled underwear... and began to pull them down.

"W-what are you doing?" Kimiko whimpered, but softly - the past hour had taken a lot of the fight out of her, and so she hardly flinched despite the fact that her naked young sex was exposed now, the hairless folds slightly reddened from the urine-soaked cotton that had been clinging to them all afternoon.

"Preparing for tomorrow," Mr. Johnson explained. "You'll wear these for your detention tomorrow."

"N-no..." Kimiko whispered, her heart sinking. "No, please don't make me do that... they're so filthy..."

"And why are they filthy, young lady?" asked the teacher, glaring up at her.

Kimiko bit her lip, but the admission was forced from her. "Because... because I went to the bathroom in them..." she sniffled.

"That's right. Little girls who potty in their panties are filthy, and so they deserve to wear their filthy panties."

Wincing in shame, Kimiko could only nod in acknowledgment. "I'm sorry, sir," she moaned.

"You'll learn," said Mr. Johnson. "Now go back to the dorm and get cleaned up, Miss Kimiko Potty-Pants."

Cringing at the terrible insult, stung by the reminder of Brenda's taunting, Kimiko could do nothing but return to the center of the room, hurriedly put her skirt on over her bare and shit-smeared bottom, and rush out of the classroom.

Mr. Johnson turned the soiled panties in his hands, admiring the pale yellow ring above the crotch where the piss was almost dry, and of course the thick brown lumpy load filling the seat. Putting the panties in a plastic bag, he grinned to himself in sadistic glee. "Oh, will you ever learn..."