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..."

Omorashi Academy

Chapter 2: Bad Little Girls

"What's the matter, Kimiko?" Bridget asked, as her younger roommate came into the dorm room, bawling her eyes out. Kimiko just shook her head and flopped onto her bed, crying into her pillow.

Bridget crossed the room and put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "What happened?" she asked again. "Are you okay?" She wrinkled her nose - this close, she could smell the faint but unmistakable odor of shit.

"Nuh-nuh-nothing..." mumbled Kimiko into her pillow, her shoulders shaking.

Bridget knelt by the bed and stroked the girl's back. "It's okay, hon... you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But... if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. What are roommates for?"

Though her tone was kind and soothing, Bridget smiled cruelly to herself - she knew full well that the poor girl had had an accident. Or rather, an "accident", since as Bridget also knew from personal experience, the Alderson Institute provided countless opportunities for its female students to mess in their panties. A first-day, Bridget thought to herself, and too embarrassed to even talk about it. Oh, she's going to be such fun!

Kimiko sobbed and shook her head, but slowly and by degrees began to relax as Bridget comforted her, and her tears eventually subsided. Still trembling, she turned to Bridget and leaned forward, and Bridget wrapped her arms around her roommate and gathered her into a hug, holding her comfortingly. "There, there..." she murmured. "It's gonna be all right..."

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The next day, Kimiko was determined not to have a repeat of the day before. Despite the long lines to the girls' restrooms, Kimiko made a point of visiting it as often as she could, whether she needed to or not.

So, by fourth period, she was able to sit quite still in Mr. Johnson's class. Or at least, there were no bodily urges pressing upon her. But she did squirm when she caught Mr. Johnson's eye, provoking a half-smirk from him - she knew full well that the rest of her terrible punishment was awaiting her at the end of the day.

This is outrageous, Kimiko thought to herself. He has no right to make me put on my messed panties! And she returned his smirk with a hostile glare, and then looked down at her textbook again.

By the time the detention hour rolled around, Kimiko was determined. He was not going to get away with punishing her that way! She walked toward his classroom with strong, confident strides. The slight twinge in her bladder worried her not at all - she'd have no trouble holding it all the way through. She'd show him!

"Ah, if it isn't my favorite little panty-wetter. Come in," said Mr. Johnson with a smile, as he pulled yesterday's plastic bag from his drawer, the filthy panties still sealed inside. "Please, put these on," he said, matter-of-factly, holding out the bag.

"No!" declared Kimiko.

"No?" asked Mr. Johnson mildly, peering over his glasses.

"No!" she responded. "You have no right to do this to me! I'm not gonna do it!"

"Is that so..." said Mr. Johnson, gently setting the bag on his desk, and reaching down into the drawer again. Then, before Kimiko could even flinch, he stood up, strode forward, and grabbed the girl by the wrist, clamping a handcuff onto it. The cuffs were of slightly non-standard design, two normal wrist cuffs, with a second chain attached between the wrists and leading to a rather smaller locking mechanism.

"What are you - let me go!" shouted Kimiko, struggling futilely in his grasp. "Stop it! I'll scream!"

"Go ahead," said Mr. Johnson, as he reached for her other flailing hand, finally latching onto it as well and tugging it forward into the handcuffs. "The classrooms are quite soundproof, and besides, there's no one but other teachers here at this time of day."

Kimiko screamed nonetheless, her young voice cracking as she cried out "Help! Help! Mr. Johnson's attacking me!"

"You're a lot livelier today, Kimiko dear," said Mr. Johnson, over her screams. "You didn't put up this much of a fight yesterday. I wonder why?" By now, he'd locked the handcuffs to the desk, and was lifting up her skirt. "No matter. You will learn obedience, one way or another!" And with that, he had started to spank the girl, his hand slapping hard against her panty-clad rump.

"OWWW! What are you - OOWWW!" Kimiko exclaimed, howling in shock and pain as Mr. Johnson's callused hand walloped her tender behind. By the time the spanking was done, she was crying and gulping, but her expression was still twisted in anger when Mr. Johnson reached into the desk again and pulled out a bottle of pills. Shaking one into his palm, he held it up to her mouth. "Take this," he instructed.

"Wh-what is it?" Kimiko quavered, as she leaned away from his hand.

"A diuretic," explained Mr. Johnson. "A drug designed to make your body produce urine faster. This one acts pretty quickly - it shouldn't take more than a half hour for your bladder to fill."

It took a moment for the implication to sink in - and then Kimiko went berserk, flailing and yanking at the handcuffs. "NO! NO! You can't make me take that, it's not fair! It's not fair!"

Mr. Johnson took hold of Kimiko's short dark hair. "This is your punishment for disobeying me when you came in," he said gruffly, yanking her head back. "And if you continue to fight me, your punishment will only get worse. Now open your mouth!"

Kimiko screamed as her hair was tugged painfully back - and this was enough for Mr. Johnson. With practiced aim, he dropped the pill straight down the girl's throat. "Now swallow!" he demanded, holding her mouth shut and pinching her nose.

Kimiko struggled for a moment longer... but as she grew short of air, eventually she had no choice. Her throat moved, and she swallowed. Mr. Johnson opened her mouth again with one hand while the other hand kept hold of her hair, and he did a quick search of the girl's mouth, making sure that she hadn't hidden it under her tongue. Satisfied, he let go of her hair.

"hff... pff... You'll never get away with this," Kimiko gasped as she slumped forward, her hands resting on the desk. The horrible pill, she knew, was heading down her gullet, and would soon be working its way on her body.

"Teachers have the authority to administer whatever punishments they see fit," said Mr. Johnson as he unlocked the handcuffs from the desk again, then dragged the girl across the room. He pressed a rocker switch on the wall, causing a rope to lower from the ceiling, and he hooked the cuffs onto the metal ring on the end. Activating the rocker switch again, he adjusted the rope so that it held Kimiko's arms straight in the air, leaving her just barely able to stand on both feet.

"It's not fair," sobbed Kimiko. "Let me go..." Ignoring the girl's pleas, Johnson reached down to her skirt and lifted it up, tucking the hem into the waistband. This provoked a scream of humiliated outrage from Kimiko, and she tried to kick at him. "Put that back down! I don't want you looking at my panties!"

"Still disobedient, eh?" said Mr. Johnson, easily dodging her flailing foot. "I've got the cure for that." One more visit back to his desk, and he came back with a pair of rubber bulbs. "A little enema should do the trick."

After all the indignities that had already been visited on her, Kimiko could only whimper at this one - and so shocked was she that it didn't even occur to her to wonder why a schoolteacher would happen to have enema bulbs in his desk. Or handcuffs. Or a handy rope to drop from the ceiling. "N-no... you can't... please..."

Unmoved, Mr. Johnson lifted the back of her skirt and tugged down the seat of her panties. Ignoring the flailing of her feet, he pressed the nozzle of the first bulb into her anus, and squeezed, forcing the solution into Kimiko's unwilling bowels, then repeated the process with the second, finally tugging Kimiko's panties back into place.

Kimiko shook her head, sobbing, and then groaning as she already felt her bowels begin to cramp. "N-no... stop it... let me go to the bathroom..."

"Good little girls do as they're told, Kimiko," said Mr. Johnson, patting her on the shoulder. "Little girls who don't do as they're told are bad little girls. And bad little girls," he added, completing the cruel logic, "don't get to enjoy the privilege of using the toilet. When bad little girls pee and poo, they pee and poo in their panties." He leaned back, enjoyed the look of horror that began to spread across Kimiko's face, and then returned to his desk to watch the show.

Within minutes, Kimiko's bowels were trembling mightily. "It's not fair..." she sobbed. "I need to go poo..." She dangled from the handcuffs, her feet rocking back and forth and her ass clenching. But protest as she might, squirm as she might, Mr. Johnson just kept watching impassively. And eventually, the girl's exhausted anus gave up the struggle, and with another plaintive sob, she began to fill her panties for the second time in as many days.

As the odor of Kimiko's shit began to fill the room, Mr. Johnson stood up again. "Awww, did little Kimiko go poopy in her pants?" he cooed mockingly, reaching under her skirt and feeling the gooey load, still growing as it weighed down the seat of the girl's panties.

"S-stop that..." whimpered Kimiko, tears running down her face, followed by an "Eeugh!" of disgust as Johnson squeezed, pressing the filthy shit against her bottom.

The cruel teacher said mildly, "Are you telling me what to do again?" as he continued to fondle the girl's shitty panties, smearing the mess up and down her butt-cheeks. Kimiko, nearly choking on the smell wafting up from beneath her skirt, felt so horribly dirty as Mr. Johnson ruthlessly ground her own feces against her bottom, and all she could do was whimper and shake her head.

"I didn't think so," said Mr. Johnson, as he wiped his hand on the back of her skirt. "Now I haven't forgotten your offense from yesterday, when you pissed yourself in class. You're going to have to learn some self control. So you have until half-past the hour, and you have to hold it till then. If you pee yourself any sooner, you will be punished again. Do I make myself clear?" Kimiko looked up at him, her face going pale - she could already feel her bladder starting to send its signals - but she nodded meekly. "I'll try," she whimpered.

"Trying isn't good enough," he responded. "Your crotch stays dry till half-past, or you pay the consequences." And with that, he returned to his desk once more.

At first, Kimiko could think of nothing but the smelly shit being held against her ass by the panties... but as time went on, and the diuretic worked, soon she was squirming again, crossing her legs back and forth, swaying from the rope as her desperation grew.

"Five minutes," called Mr. Johnson, enjoying the show as young Kimiko struggled not to pee, the still-pristine front of her pooped white cotton panties on display for him. He'd had years of experience with desperate girls, and as he watched the girl writhe with the need to relieve herself, he could see that she wouldn't be able to hold it for more than a handful of seconds longer - much less five minutes.

Kimiko knew it too. Tearfully, she sobbed, "Please, Mr. Johnson... I can't hold it any longer... please let me go pee..."

"Five minutes," he repeated implacably. "Piss yourself any sooner, and you pay the consequences."

"It's not fair..." wailed Kimiko, her knees knocking together. "I can't help it..." And with that, her head slumped forward, and the crotch of her panties blossomed with a wet yellow stain that quickly began to spread up her belly and down toward the brown load behind her.

"Tsk... Kimiko..." said Mr. Johnson chidingly. "Wetting yourself already?"

"It's not fair," Kimiko sobbed again, but she couldn't stop - the hot piss began to trickle down her legs and flow into her frilly white ankle socks, soaking those as well as her panties. Her shoes quickly overflowed with pee and began to spill onto the floor - and still she couldn't stop urinating, couldn't stop her body from flooding her panties with dirty yellow piss. Couldn't stop wetting herself, until her bladder was finally empty, pungent urine dripping from her filthy panties, squishing in her flooded shoes, and wafting its fumes around her from the golden puddle beneath her.

Mr. Johnson gave her a few moments to wallow in her shame and disgust... just long enough to let her think it couldn't get any worse. "Really, Kimiko, that was a disgraceful performance. Tomorrow, I'm going to have to put you on toilet ban."

"T-toilet ban?" Kimiko stuttered, her tear-streaked eyes looking up. No... no, surely he couldn't mean...

"Tomorrow," said Mr. Johnson, in a formal voice as he pronounced her sentence, "you will not be allowed to use the restroom facilities during school hours. Furthermore, I remind you that the dress code forbids you from removing your panties outside the lavatory." A brief pause. "Therefore, you will have to hold it in all day, or else do it in your panties. And you will not be allowed to clean up until the end of the day."

By the end of Mr. Johnson's speech, Kimiko was crying and stuttering in disgusted horror and fear. "N-n-n-no... oh God no... please, that's so horrible... please can't I have another punishment instead?" She could clearly remember using the bathroom at least twice that day - if she'd had to go in her panties each time... "Please, I'll do anything, anything, don't make me pee my panties all day, that's so cruel..."

Mr. Johnson glared at her for a long moment as his hapless victim writhed in helpless shame and fear and disgust. Finally, as Kimiko's desperate protests degenerated into helpless blubberign, he said, very quietly, "Anything?" He returned to the wall controls, and began to lower the rope again. "Anything? Then on your knees, Kimiko..."

Still sniffling and dripping, Kimiko let herself be lowered her to the ground, wincing as her knees splashed in the puddle of piss. "Wait, what are you -" she began, and then her voice trailed off, her eyes widening in shock as Mr. Johnson stepped in front of her and unzipped his trousers, presenting his stiff cock to her - about seven inches long, but it looked huge to Kimiko's inexperienced eyes. "Oh god," moaned Kimiko, leaning back and swaying from her cuffs. "Is - is that what I have to do?"

Instead of answering right away, Mr. Johnson leaned down and unbuttoned her blouse - Kimiko flinched, but knew there was nothing she could do about it - and carefully tugged her bra upward. "What's a little girl like you doing wearing a bra, anyway?" sneered Mr. Johnson. "It's not as if you need one..."

Even in the midst of her terrible humiliation, Kimiko rebelled against that remark. "I have breasts!" she pouted. But the comment still stung, especially since it was true. Although Kimiko's now-exposed chest did feature a growing bosom, her breasts were also quite small - barely an A-cup - and were firm enough not to need any support. But she'd been very proud of being old enough to wear a bra, and Mr. Johnson's words made her feel all the more like a little girl - an emotion amplified by the panties she'd been forced to piss and shit in.

"Barely," sneered Mr. Johnson, as he reached down to fondle the firm little mounds. "But they'll have to do. Now..." he said, straightening up and offering his manhood to the girl. "Suck on it. Make sure to use your tongue - that's a mistake a lot of little girls make their first time."

How would you know? Kimiko thought angrily. Do you do this to a lot of little girls? But by now she'd learned at least to keep such thoughts to herself - and fortunately for her mental state, she didn't think about it long enough to realize that it was probably true. Trembling with disgust, but knowing it was her only hope of escaping an even filthier day tomorrow, she leaned forward and swallowed the purple tip of Mr. Johnson's penis, her tongue slowly and unwillingly caressing it - and her nose wrinkled and she almost spit it out as she tasted the glob of precum that oozed out.

"Deeper!" snapped Mr. Johnson, and his fingers laced through the girl's hair and forced her head forward. Kimiko reflexively resisted for a moment, but the pressure on the back of her head was inexorable, shoving even more of the hot shaft into her mouth. She was almost at the point of gagging when her nose buried itself in the teacher's pubic hair and her lips reached the end of his manhood.

"Better. Now suck... and lick... there you go..." instructed Mr. Johnson, sighing contentedly as the girl's lips tightened around him. Despite the girl's inexpert technique, his penis began to harden still further, stimulated as much by Kimiko's abject humiliation and degradation as by her clumsy lips and tongue. "That's right..." he crooned, as he began to rock his hips slowly back and forth, his fingers still tangled in her short hair and holding her head against his crotch.

Kimiko did gag this time, a little, as Mr. Johnson's cock was forced down her throat, and she moaned muffledly about his lips and struggled to breathe through her nose. "Keep licking!" snapped Mr. Johnson, heedless of the girl's plight - no, savoring it - as he forced the girl to fellate him.

Faster and faster his hips began to move, and - never mind licking - it was all that Kimiko could do to breathe as Mr. Johnson moaned in pleasure and rammed his cock rammed repeatedly between her lips. Just as Kimiko was beginning to dread the possibility of having to swallow, Mr. Johnson pulled away from her, her lips making a slurping sound as they closed shut. And he aimed his manhood toward her chest... Kimiko winced, and turned her head away, but there was nothing she could do to stop the man from splashing his hot, thick semen all over her budding breasts, coating them liberally with the white gooey stuff.

Finally, Mr. Johnson sighed happily, and tucked his now-flaccid penis back into his trousers, then leaned back and admired his handiwork - a young girl, trembling with shame, her face blushing and streaked with tears, her bare chest covered with cum, her exposed panties drenched in urine and loaded with her waste. "Huh. Not bad for a beginner," he said dismissively. "I guess it's good enough for you to get out of that toilet ban - this time." He leaned forward and tugged her bra back down, right over the top of her cum-smeared breasts. Kimiko groaned in disgust and squirmed, but could do nothing as the semen soaked into her bra, making her feel filthier than ever.

Mr. Johnson then reached up to the girl's wrists, unlocking the handcuffs. Kimiko, eager to cover her soiled panties, immediately untucked them from the waistband, only then pausing to rub her wrists. "Well, you've still got those hundred and twenty sentences to do, Kimiko," said Mr. Johnson. "Better get to it."

Kimiko didn't respond right away - her shoulders were shaking with silent sobs, tears leaking from her tightly shut eyes. She didn't even really hear his words - all she could think about was how dirty she was, how slimy Mr. Johnson's cum felt against her breasts, how gooey and yucky her shit felt held against her rump by her pissy panties.

"Kimiko!" snapped Mr. Johnson, forcing her out of her gloomy reverie.

"W-what?" moaned Kimiko miserably.

"The sentences. One hundred twenty times, 'I will not defecate in my panties during detention.' You didn't forget, did you?" Mr. Johnson pointed to the desk, with the writing materials at the ready.

"N-no, sir, I, I'll get right on it," Kimiko mumbled, climbing to her feet, wincing once again as her damp socks squelched in her shoes, and shuffled back to her desk. She perched on the edge of the chair, beginning to write, only to gasp in disgust as Mr. Johnson casually shoved her back into the chair, her crapped panties making a wet splat sound as she was forced to sit in her own mess yet again.

Kimiko could barely manage to write, as she sat there marinating in her sticky and wet and smelly underwear, and her tears of shame and revulsion kept dripping onto the paper in front of her. A mere eternity later, she finally finished the one hundred and twentieth sentence. "Good," said Mr. Johnson, picking up the papers and reviewing them. "Now wait there until your detention is over."

Five more minutes passed - each one creeping by like an hour - before Mr. Johnson announced, "Time! Now, I don't want to see you in here again, Miss Kimiko, do you understand? If you hate pissing and shitting yourself as much as you pretend to do, you will behave yourself in my classroom. Is that clear?"

Kimiko gulped, stung by the suggestion that she was only pretending to be suffering, but nodded meekly. "Good," said the teacher. "Now off with you." Kimiko climbed up out of her chair and stumbled toward the classroom door, then headed back to the dorm as fast as she could stand to walk - which, because of the poop that shifted disgustingly in her panties with every step, wasn't very fast at all.

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"Ah, hi, Kimiko - oh my god, what's that smell?" Bridget said, looking up from her book as her younger roommate squelched through the door and stumbled across the room, slumping against her bed and sobbing piteously.

"Oh no," exclaimed Bridget, acting astonished. "What happened? Ssh... it's okay... it's okay," she said, wrapping her arm around Kimiko's trembling shoulders.

"H-he, he, he made me mess my panties," Kimiko slurred thickly, through her sobs. "An' then he... then he..." The girl shook her head, and buried her face in her arms and bawled, unable to recount the deeper humiliation of having to suck off her teacher.

"Poor Kimiko..." crooned Bridget, rubbing the girl's back. "That must feel horrible... Come on, hon," she added sympathetically, as she tried to gently urge Kimiko to her feet. "We need to get you cleaned up. You are allowed to clean up, at least, right?"

"Y-yeah... why wouldn't I be?" murmured Kimiko, sniffling, as she leaned on Bridget.

"Never mind," said Bridget, petting Kimiko's hair softly. She's not ready to hear about the all-day toilet ban yet, thought Bridget to herself as she led the girl to the showers. Kimiko allowed herself to be led, her eyes tightly shut so that she didn't have to see all the other students staring at her on the way there.

By the time Kimiko opened her eyes, Bridget was already taking off her bra, revealing a pair of shapely round breasts that made Kimiko feel a little jealous of the older girl. "Aw, c'mon, it's okay, Kimiko... we're all girls here," said Bridget as Kimiko blushed and turned her head away. "Come on, I'm sure you can't wait to get out of those filthy panties..."

"Y-yeah," Kimiko agreed, risking a relieved smile as she reached up under her skirt and gratefully slipped off the stinky underwear, gasping slightly as a glob of poop fell out of the seat of her panties and plopped onto the floor. "Oh god, that feels so much better," she said, as she slipped off her shoes and took off her damp socks.

Bridget, meanwhile, was taking off her own skirt and panties. "Come on, come on, let's have it all off," she said brightly. Kimiko blushed, but took off her skirt, then reached for her blouse... and hesitated, afraid that her roommate would see the cum-stains on her bra.

"It's okay, you don't have anything I haven't seen before," said Bridget reassuringly as she reached for Kimiko's blouse. The girl gasped and flinched away, holding her arms over her chest. "What's the matter?" said Bridget, tilting her head.

Kimiko hesitated, trembling and blushing furiously. Finally she said, "N-nothing," and with quivering fingers, unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, then hurriedly reached behind her back to take the bra off and toss it onto the floor.

"There you go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" asked the older girl. Despite Kimiko's efforts, she had noticed the pale yellow stains on the fabric of the little bra cups, but didn't say anything about it yet. "Come on, into the shower with you!"

Nodding, Kimiko stepped into the stall, and sighed in utter bliss as the hot water ran down her body, feeling it begin to wash away the filth that had coated her. It felt so good that she hadn't noticed Bridget stepping into the shower with her until she felt the older girl's soapy hands on her narrow waist.

"Here... you've had a rough day today. Let me wash you?" Bridget asked. Kimiko hesitated, looking up at her older roommate... then nodded. "Okay," she said softly.

And it did feel so good, the gentle touch of Bridget's hands along her body, so much better after the filth she'd had to endure for the past hour. Kimiko was beginning to relax, enjoying even the feel of Bridget gently scrubbing her ass... and then she gasped again, as Bridget's hand slipped up between her legs. "W-what are you doing?"

"Well, I need to wash you there too, don't I?" said Bridget placatingly. "It'll get irritated down there if you let the pee stay there, and believe me, it really hurts when your girl bits are sore..."

"O-okay," Kimiko said meekly. Faintly, she wondered if there was something wrong with letting Bridget touch her there, but Bridget was so nice to her... and it did feel good... so good, as Bridget's long slender fingers, slippery with soap, caressed Kimiko's pink young petals. "Nnnh..." Kimiko murmured, feeling her cheeks flush again. "A-are you sure this is okay?"

"Of course it is, hon..." purred Bridget soothingly, her soapy fingers caressing Kimiko's sex with a very light, deft touch. "You've suffered enough today, haven't you?"

The growing haze of desire was beginning to cloud Kimiko's mind, and the cruel abuse she'd suffered at the hands of Mr. Johnson - abuse she was still convinced she didn't really deserve - had her primed to believe that it was only fair that she get to enjoy herself too. So she relaxed, leaning back against Bridget's warm soft chest and letting her roommate gently yet skillfully stroke her.

Again and again Bridget's fingertips glided along Kimiko's slit, slowly guiding Kimiko to higher and higher levels of arousal - very careful not to turn the girl on too quickly for fear of spooking her. By degrees, Kimiko began to squirm, her knees buckling as she tried to press herself against Bridget's fingers, and Bridget caught her with an arm around her chest, her other hand now delicately fondling the small firm mound of her breast.

"Ahhnnn... more, Bridget..." Kimiko begged, her small bosom heaving with her gasping breaths, and her roommate eagerly complied, slipping two fingers just into Kimiko's vagina and playing with the tiny clit. Even a few seconds of this delightful treatment was too much for the young girl, and she climaxed, shuddering and trembling in her roommate's arms.

Bridget murmured soothingly to the girl as she moaned and wriggled in ecstasy, her skilled fingers carefully guiding her younger protegé through her orgasm, moving slower and more lightly as the girl began to relax. "Mmmn... better now?" she purred.

Kimiko could only nod, smiling, and she turned around to put her small arms around Bridget in a grateful, relaxed hug. Bridget held the happy girl in her arms, letting the warm shower water wash over them both. Yes... such fun indeed, thought Bridget to herself, as she turned off the shower and guided Kimiko to the towels - quietly disposing of Kimiko's filthy panties and washing off the floor when the girl wasn't looking.

"There you go," said Bridget, as they got dressed again and walked back to their dorm room. "Need any help with your homework?"

"Nope, I'm okay," said Kimiko, now once again as cheerful as she'd been when she'd arrived, and, fishing a clean pair of panties out of her underwear drawer, she settled at her desk to work. Then she paused, and got up again, and gave Bridget a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you..." she whispered.

"You're welcome," murmured Bridget, enjoying the younger girl's affection, tousling her hair. Kimiko looked up, blushed, and looked away again, giggling in mild embarrassment, then danced back to her desk and got to work.

Bridget watched her young new friend over the top of her book, finding that she enjoyed the girl's delight as much as her distress. You really are a sweet one, aren't you? she thought to herself. I'm glad they paired you up with me...

Omorashi Academy

Chapter 3: Dirty Mouths, Dirty Bottoms

It had been two days since Kimiko's humiliating punishments at the hands of her English teacher, Mr. Johnson. She was mild-mannered and obedient by nature anyway, and two days in a row of having to wet and soil her panties made her very determined to avoid any further punishment.

Other students weren't so well-behaved. Brenda, the girl who'd made fun of Kimiko for wetting her panties on Monday, had been chewed out yesterday by the biology teacher in second period for swearing in class and ordered to serve detention. The foul-tempered Brenda had seemed quite blasé about this punishment, especially given Ms. Itsuki's kindly and even-tempered attitude in class. You're just lucky you didn't do that in Mr. Johnson's class, Kimiko had thought to herself with furtive glee.

This morning, though, as Kimiko filed into the classroom, she noticed that Brenda was wearing a sullen expression, as well as a bright orange wristband. And when Brenda noticed the attention, she glared at Kimiko with sullen rage.

What's got into her? thought Kimiko, as she took her seat. It's not like I'm the one who made fun of her on Monday. She glanced again at Brenda, who was no longer looking in her direction - and noticed that Brenda was squirming slightly. Before she had much longer to think about this, though, Ms. Itsuki had arrived, and the lesson was beginning.

Kimiko dutifully took notes and read along in the textbook, and only gradually was she aware of a shuffling sound from the direction of Brenda's desk. Eventually, Kimiko's curiosity got the better of her, and she looked backward, bracing herself for Brenda's evil glare. But Brenda wasn't looking at her. Instead, her eyes were fixed with a venomous gaze on the teacher, and she was muttering under her breath, as she twined her long legs together, one knee bouncing over the other.

Kimiko, having suffered the same symptoms in Mr. Johnson's class on Monday, recognized them immediately. She has to go pee? thought Kimiko wonderingly. But it's only second period. Why didn't she go before class? And surely she could ask permission? I'm sure Ms. Itsuki isn't as mean as Mr. Johnson...

Even as she thought that, though, she saw Brenda's eyes squeeze shut, and the (relatively) busty redhead's body tensed up. Kimiko's eyes went wide and she bit her knuckle in shock, knowing what was going to happen next... and sure enough, a trickle of piss began to flood off the edge of Brenda's chair and patter to the floor.

Just as on the previous Monday, the class erupted in a chorus of muted murmurs as they turned as one to watch Brenda's shameful predicament. All except Kimiko, whose eyes turned toward the science teacher, wondering how she'd treat this indiscretion. To Kimiko's astonishment, though, the teacher said nothing at all, merely nodding and watching Brenda, as if in satisfaction.

Oh my god... that orange wristband... Ms. Itsuki put Brenda on toilet ban! thought Kimiko in shock, putting a hand to her mouth and turning in her seat again as Brenda continued to wet herself, her face twisted in an expression of helpless rage. Mr. Johnson had threatened Kimiko with that terrible punishment two days ago: a student under toilet ban had to go the whole day without the use of any toilet other than her own panties.

Up until now, Kimiko would have been quite happy to watch Brenda suffer that punishment, especially after Brenda had pulled up Kimiko's skirt on Monday and displayed her wet panties to the whole math class. But now, as Kimiko watched the hot urine spread in a puddle beneath Brenda's chair, she felt a pang of sympathy for the erstwhile bully. It's not fair, Kimiko thought. Even she shouldn't have to wet her panties as a, a punishment...

Finally, the flow of pee slowed and stopped, and Brenda turned her sullen glare upon the students watching her, as if promising terrible retribution if anyone dared to comment. As Brenda's gaze passed across Kimiko's wide-eyed face, though, some other unidentifiable expression flickered across Brenda's countenance - but it only lasted for a moment, replaced by an especially hostile stare and even a snarl.

Kimiko flinched back as if struck, and faced forward again. What did I do to her? Kimiko wondered. Well, I guess I was staring at her, but so was everyone else - why'd she look so angry at me? Even Ms. Itsuki didn't get that nasty a look... At which point Ms. Itsuki cleared her throat and got on with the lesson, leaving Brenda to marinate in the pungent odor of her own urine and Kimiko to look upon the biology teacher with newfound fear. She seemed so nice... how could she do that to anyone? Even Brenda... Another thought occurred to Kimiko. How come she peed herself so soon, anyway? It's only second period - I don't even feel a twinge...

"Fuck no, I'm not writing any goddamned sentences!" Brenda had snapped at Ms. Itsuki. "That's a, a kiddie punishment! I'm in high school now, I don't have to put up with that shit!"

"Apparently you still haven't learned your lesson, Brenda," said Ms. Itsuki, sighing. "So your punishment is going up to from two hundred to five hundred copies of 'I will not use swear words at the Alderson Institute'. You'd better get started - it's going to take you a while."

In a foul mood, Brenda sat down to writing, but had barely finished the first ten sentences when she threw down her pencil. "Fuck this! I'm outta here! Call me when you have a real punishment!"

"A real punishment, eh?" said Ms. Itsuki, and she leaned out to grab Brenda by the shoulder. "All right, here's a real punishment. Tomorrow, you are going to be on toilet ban."

"What's a toilet ban?" Brenda asked, confused. Ms. Itsuki explained.

"The whole day? And I have to do it in my panties if I can't hold it?!" exclaimed Brenda, now truly outraged. "Fuck that! What kind of fucking sicko are you? I'm not going on any fucking toilet ban, bitch!" exclaimed Brenda, shoving Ms. Itsuki backward.

Or at least that was the plan. Instead. Ms. Itsuki's hands flashed out like lightning and gripped Brenda's wrists in an iron grip. "Let go of me, you bitch!" frothed Brenda in frustration, struggling to free herself.

"You still haven't learned, have you, Brenda?" said Ms. Itsuki, her level voice still showing no signs of strain. For her slight build, the older woman was surprisingly strong. "You will serve a toilet ban, young lady... and because of this insubordination, it's going to be even worse."

"How can it be worse than a toilet ban?" shouted Brenda, beginning to grow fearful despite her bravado.

"Well, you could have two or three days of it, for one thing," replied Ms. Itsuki. "But instead we're going to do something a little different..."

It was time for English class with the dreaded Mr. Johnson. Kimiko tried not to look too directly at Brenda as she walked into the room, but even out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the redhead was walking funny, with her knees together and shuffling steps. She needs to pee again already? thought Kimiko in confusion. You'd think that she'd avoid the water fountains when she was on toilet ban...

Kimiko tried not to watch Brenda, knowing that the other girl was suffering enough already, but she couldn't help but hear the shuffling and squirming as Brenda struggled to control her bladder. "Goddammit, not now..." muttered Brenda under her breath. "Not in front of her, not again..."

Not in front of who? thought Kimiko to herself, confused. But Kimiko wasn't the only one who'd heard the outburst. "Please come up to the front of the class, Brenda," said Mr. Johnson, his eyes glinting with what Kimiko recognized as delighted lust.

"Whadda ya want now?" growled Brenda as she laboriously got up from her desk and tottered to the front of the classroom, one hand pressed to her crotch and her knees squeezed tightly together as the girl tried not to pee.

"I understand that you're on toilet ban at least partially for swearing, and yet I distinctly heard you swear yet again. Kindly raise your skirt and stand with your feet one foot apart, so that your fellow students can see what-"

"Raise my skirt?! Are you f- are you kidding me?" exclaimed Brenda. "Forget it!" And with that, she started to walk back toward her desk.

A hand gripped Brenda's free wrist. "I gave you an order, Brenda, and I will be obeyed," said Mr. Johnson, dragging her back to the front of the class. "And for disobeying me, you will serve a detention with me this afternoon. Now raise your skirt. Now."

Kimiko cringed in horror at this. Of the entire class, she alone knew what a Mr. Johnson detention meant, and it was more than just soiled panties. No... please don't do that to her, Mr. Johnson... she's suffered enough... thought Kimiko to herself, but she didn't dare say it, for fear that she'd join Brenda in Mr. Johnson's depraved detention hall.

Instead, Kimiko watched, white-faced, as Brenda reluctantly lifted the hem of her skirt above her waist, displaying the white cotton panties of the Alderson Institute and the damp yellow stain from her earlier wetting in biology class. And then, the crotch of Brenda's panties suddenly overflowed with piss, as the girl's overtaxed bladder once again began to relieve itself against her will.

And so Brenda stood there, holding her skirt up, trembling and red-faced with anger and embarrassment as she helplessly peed her panties in front of the entire class, while Mr. Johnson said, "This, my students, is what happens to disobedient young ladies. If a little girl has a dirty mouth, she'll have a dirty bottom too." She winced as she felt the piss run down her legs and begin to soak into her socks, and groaned as she heard some of the boys whistle at her. And she cringed as the girls who she'd thought were her friends, the same ones who'd helped her mock Kimiko for her accident on Monday, where among the loudest to snicker and point as Brenda was forced to wet herself in front of everyone.

As Brenda finally managed to stop urinating in her panties, and the flood of pee slowed to a drip from Brenda's soaked crotch to the puddle below, Mr. Johnson said, "All right. Now, class, please turn to page thirty-eight - Brenda, I did not dismiss you, please remain with your skirt up - and read the poem halfway down the page."

Brenda, who'd been preparing to flee to the relative safety of her desk, gasped in dismay, but reluctantly lifted up her skirt, her glare passing around the room. Once again, Brenda's eyes fell on Kimiko with particular viciousness, and Kimiko blushed and averted her eyes.

Brenda had to stand there in her own puddle for ten minutes, trembling with humilation, her nose wrinkling from the pungent smell of piss, her teeth clenched in frustration as the other students were allowed to ogle her sodden panties as much as they wanted. Finally Mr. Johnson said, "Please return to your seat, Brenda," and she nearly ran back to her desk, her piss-drenched socks squelching and urine splashing out of the sides of her shoes, and she barricaded herself behind her textbook. Kimiko wasn't sure, but she thought she heard a sniffle. Well, I know I'd be crying if I'd had to show off my panties to everyone while I peed in them, thought Kimiko, but Brenda? Surely Brenda wouldn't cry...

After school ended, Kimiko went to wait outside Mr. Johnson's classroom. Someone has to be nice to her, thought Kimiko. I heard she had to pee herself two more times today, and all of her friends were just as mean to her as they were to me. It must feel horrible to have to wet your panties that many times. No one deserves a toilet ban, much less whatever Mr. Johnson's gonna do to her... Last time Kimiko had been in Mr. Johnson's detention, he'd forced Kimiko to fellate him on threat of toilet ban, and no doubt Brenda was undergoing some similar sort of perverted torment even now.

Finally, the door opened and Brenda stormed out, her face almost as crimson as her long hair. Kimiko realized in dismay that Brenda's pretty locks were streaked with something white and sticky - eww, he came in her hair, Kimiko thought - and she was surrounded by a stench that told Kimiko that the redhead had had to shit in her panties, and was still wearing the horrible mess. Brenda stopped short, blinking at the sudden sight of Kimiko in front of her - and before Kimiko could say anything, Brenda erupted.

"You goddamned bitch! " screamed Brenda hysterically. "Don't you dare say a goddamned word! Cause if you do, I'm gonna-"

"Brenda... a word, please?" came Mr. Johnson's voice from the door. Brenda went pale with shock, and walked back into the classroom as if in a nightmare, while Kimiko watched helplessly, her hands to her mouth. When Brenda emerged, she was still palefaced, shaking, and nearly in tears.

"You... you..." said Brenda haltingly, "th-th-thanks to you I'm on toilet ban again tomorrow! And they're gonna make me take a laxative and a diuretic!" With a start, Kimiko realized the answer to the mystery of Brenda's multiple wettings. Oh my god... not only did they not let her go to the bathroom, but they gave her a diuretic so that she'd constantly have to pee her panties! Kimiko thought, horrified. And now a laxative on top of that - how can they - how can anyone be so cruel?

But Brenda wasn't done screaming. "Now I'm gonna have to go the whole god-" Brenda stopped herself with a visible effort, "the whole day shitting and pissing my panties! I hope you're happy!" And before Kimiko could respond, Brenda ran off in tears, ignoring the little gobbets of poop that were falling from her soiled panties.

She... she was crying, thought Kimiko, horrified. Tough-as-nails Brenda, mean, cruel Brenda... was crying. "Brenda, wait! Please, wait!" cried Kimiko, and she ran after her classmate, her heart aching for the unspeakably cruel punishment Brenda had already endured, and the even worse torment she would endure the next day.

Brenda's trail wasn't hard to follow, and soon Kimiko found the redhead leaning against a water fountain, shaking with sobs. Kimiko slowly walked toward the other girl, and said, timidly, "Brenda, I'm so-"

"Go on!" Brenda snarled bitterly through her tears. "Make fun of me! Make fun of me for pissing and shitting myself! Make fun of me for being a potty-pants! Go on! You know you want to!"

"NO!" wailed Kimiko, beginning to cry herself, as she realized why Brenda had been glaring at her all day. All this time, she thought I was going to pick on her! Like she did to me... "N-no... Brenda, I don't want to make fun of you! It's, it's not fair, what they're making you do... it's too cruel! I'm so suh-suh-sorry... I didn't mean to make you so upset just now..."

"Don't give me that!" snapped Brenda. "I made fun of you on Monday for pissing yourself, so it's your turn to pick on me! Isn't it?! Isn't it?!" Brenda turned to face Kimiko, glaring at her dark-haired classmate in helpless rage and humiliation, panting heavily, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"No," said Kimiko softly, shaking her head and walking forward hesitantly. "No, Brenda. I thought I would, but... when I saw you in Ms. Itsuki's class, I remembered what it was like when it happened to me. I remembered how horrible it was. It's too horrible." She looked up at Brenda, her eyes welling with tears of compassion, and reached out to put a hand on Brenda's shoulder. "Even after what you did to me... it's too much."

Brenda flinched away from Kimiko's hand and looked Kimiko up and down, looking for any sign, any sign whatsoever that Kimiko wasn't serious. "Y-you mean it, don't you? You really mean it..." murmured Brenda unbelievingly. "You really do feel... feel s-sorry for me..." And then, bewildered and ashamed, Brenda burst into tears and fell forward onto her knees, wrapping her arms around Kimiko's waist and burying her face in Kimiko's chest and bawling, bawling with the shame of it all.

"Oh, Brenda..." murmured Kimiko, hugging her back, stroking her long red hair, ignoring the stench of Brenda's panties and let Brenda press her face into her almost nonexistent bosom. "Brenda..." she whispered again, and held her former tormentor close, letting the girl cry her heart out over all the horrible degradation she'd endured that day. For of all Brenda's classmates, Kimiko was the only one who could understand what she felt.

Finally, Brenda's sobs began to subside, and she became a little more aware of herself. "God, I hope no one sees me like this," Brenda moaned, sniffling. "It's so embarrassing."

Huh? More embarrassing than pissing yourself in class? thought Kimiko, bewildered, but she knew better than say it out loud. And then Kimiko blinked in astonishment as she suddenly realized that yes, for Brenda, breaking down and seeking comfort from someone else - especially someone whom she'd picked on days before - really was more embarrassing than going to the bathroom in her panties. "Come on, then," whispered Kimiko, helping Brenda to her feet. "I, do you want me to help you clean up?"

"S-sure," muttered Brenda, sounding uncertain of herself, but she allowed Kimiko to lead her to the showers. Her original burst of rage-fueled energy had left her, and she now walked slowly, in the waddling gait of a little girl with poopy panties. "Ugh... this is so gross..." she muttered.

"I know, Brenda," said Kimiko encouragingly. "Just keep going... we're almost there." She herself felt a little odd, trying to be the comforting one, but she had an example to look up to. Kimiko's roommate Bridget had helped her when she was feeling filthy and abused - now Kimiko was going to do the same for Brenda. It was as simple as that.

"Um... you can go now, Kimmy," Brenda said, as they walked into the showers. "I mean... ugh. Right, you're helping me clean up, right, right. Er... can you, uh, do it without looking? I mean..." Brenda was blushing hotly, and tugging down on the back of her skirt with both hands, clearly embarrassed at the idea of anyone seeing her soiled underwear.

"It's okay, Brenda," replied Kimiko, resting a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "I, Mr. Johnson made me poop my panties too, you know. Twice." The dark-haired Asian cringed visibly at the memory, then forced herself to be cheerful again. "So, um, you know, I don't mind. Let me help?" The girl's hand moved down to Brenda's wrist, the slender fingers wrapping gently around it.

Brenda stood there uncertainly for a moment, her mouth working. Finally, she murmured, "A-all right," she said, letting go of her skirt again. "B-but you mustn't make fun, all right?"

Kimiko knelt down beside Brenda and carefully unfastened her skirt, lowering it to the ground. Then she winced at the sight of the sagging, heavy brown mess in Brenda's panties, staining the white cotton, bits of brown muck oozing out of the leg holes; almost as bad was the front of her panties, which showed several concentric yellow rings along her belly, showing the high-water marks of the poor redhead's many wettings. "Oh god..." said Kimiko. "Th-that looks so horrible... God, that must feel awful..."

Brenda sobbed. "D-don't remind me!" she whimpered, putting her face into her hands and stepping away, groaning as the foul muck oozed around against her ass.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry, Brenda," gasped Kimiko, remembering herself. "Here..." And with that, Kimiko carefully eased the soiled garment down Brenda's legs, careful not to let any more of the filth get on her. Then she took several handfuls of toilet tissue and wiped some of the shit off the back of Brenda's thighs and her bottom. "There..." she said, trying not to breathe through her nose. "G-go on and get in the shower... I'll be right there." Kimiko lifted the poopy panties off the floor again and began to rinse them in the toilet.

"O-okay," said Brenda, blushing. She finished undressing while Kimiko's back was turned, and climbed into the shower. She sighed softly as the soothing warm water sprayed her messy bottom, beginning to rinse away what was left - and then shrieked in surprise as the shower curtain moved again, covering her body with both hands.

"It, it's just me," said Kimiko timidly, blushing herself, just as naked. "Um. I... I just thought I'd help you wash up too. You know. Um, I don't have to if you don't want me to..." Kimiko backed up a step, reaching to close the shower curtain again.

"N-no... it's okay... come on in, Kimmy... you just surprised me, is all," said Brenda, lowering her hands again. Kimiko's blush deepened as she got a better look at Brenda's nude form. Her classmate wasn't quite as pretty as her roommate Bridget, but she was still very attractive - soft-looking, full breasts just large enough to be firm without support, athletic thighs, a bushy tuft of hair 'down there'. Kimiko swallowed, and stepped into the shower, and began to soap Brenda's bottom with trembling, uncertain hands. She'd never touched another girl like this before, and she didn't understand why it made her all flushed and tingly. Just embarrassment, she thought.

Brenda flinched a little as Kimiko's hands brushed against her tush, but slowly she relaxed as she felt the little fingers wiping away the last of the filth. "Ugh... that was so horrible... I hope I never have to serve detention with Mr. Johnson again," she said, her voice quavering. "And, and having to shit myself wasn't the worst part either..."

"I know what you mean," Kimiko said fervently, as she paused to lather up her hands again, letting the shower rinse the suds off Brenda's rear.

"Y-you do?" asked Brenda, looking around. "Oh, of course you do, you said he made you shit yourself twice..." Her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. "Did he come in your hair too?"

"My chest," said Kimiko, pouting. "And he took off my bra first. Said I didn't need to wear a bra and stuff, too." Kimiko began to scrub down Brenda's thighs, her hands shaking as she relived that humiliating memory.

"Well, you don't," said Brenda, matter of factly. "I mean, they aren't that big, they'd hardly jiggle at all."

"I know," whimpered Kimiko, her face scrunching up as she sniffled. "But he, but he didn't need to say it. I mean, they're growing ..." She looked up at Brenda. "It's not fair. You're the same age as me, but you've got such nice breasts..."

At the sight of Kimiko's miserable expression, the words Well, tough shit, you flat-chested little kid floated through Brenda's head. But she didn't say them. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the compliment to her own breasts, which she was quite proud of herself. Or maybe... maybe it was the way Kimiko was so nice to her. People weren't often nice to Brenda. It felt strange. It felt good. Instead of insulting the girl as she normally would have done, she found herself kneeling down beside Kimiko and saying, "Well... actually, I'm probably a year older than you. I... I had to repeat third grade.

"Oh," said Kimiko, looking a little happier, a little less jealous now of her classmate's superior tits. "Oh, okay. I'm... I'm sorry to hear that."

Again Brenda was momentarily bewildered by Kimiko's show of sympathy. "It, it's no big deal," she said, shaking her head. "Are... are you done washing me?"

"N-no..." said Kimiko. "There, there's one more place I need to wash you..." And with that, Kimiko reached a sudsy hand between Brenda's legs.

"H-hey! What're you doing? That's, that's, that's my pussy you're reaching for!" Brenda exclaimed, leaning back.

Kimiko's hand froze in mid-grope, then pulled back. "S-sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." she said, and then she blinked. "But Bridget washed me there, when I came back from Mr. Johnson's detention all messy. It... it must be okay, right? She's a senior, she wouldn't do something like that if it wasn't okay..."

"Really? Your roommate did that to you?" Brenda asked. "Well... I guess it's okay..." She relaxed, and leaned forward on the balls of her feet, presenting herself to be washed. "But be gentle..."

"Y-you sure?" Kimiko swallowed. "Okay, then..." And Kimiko reached down again, her slippery fingers brushing against Brenda's sex, as the younger girl tried her best to remember exactly how Bridget had done it. Her touch was inexpert, uncertain - but Brenda's puffy lips were very sensitive after having pissy panties clinging to them all day, and the first touch made Brenda gasp. "Aaah! Gentler... gentler..."

"O-okay," Kimiko said, and eased back even more, barely brushing the reddened folds. Slowly the soap and water began to rinse away the stinging dried piss under Kimiko's ever-so-gentle caresses.

"Oh, god, that's so much better..." breathed Brenda. "I had no idea how itchy I was down there..."

"Mmmn..." murmured Kimiko, soaping up her hand again. "I'm glad..." she whispered. Her fingers hesitated for a moment, then she remembered Bridget's ministrations, and gently caressed the top of Brenda's slit, just under her dark pubic hair.

"Aaaahn..." moaned Bridget, swaying backward and breathing harder, making her breasts rise and fall. "Oh wow... that's... that's... do that again..."

Kimiko brightened up a bit. "Okay," she said, and caressed her again, a little more firmly this time, a soapy fingertip slipping between Brenda's folds and running along her sensitive clit.

"Nnnnghn..." Brenda's toes curled, and her legs spread apart. "It... it feels like when I play with myself..." she murmured hoarsely.

"Y-you play with yourself?" Kimiko asked uncertainly. "My mom always said that was dirty..." Kimiko's young, slender digits continued to brush along Brenda's pussy, still very gently.

Brenda chuckled wryly. "Don't be silly, Kimmy. There's nothing wrong with it, you know. I'd teach you, but... mmmn... it feels like this roommate of yours already did..."

Kimiko blushed. "Oh..." she said, embarrased, drawing her hand back as she realized that she was actually masturbating another girl.

"N-no, no, don't stop, Kimmy, don't stop..." Brenda said anxiously. "Please... it's just starting to feel good..."

"Well... if you don't mind..." said Kimiko hesitantly, and began to stroke Brenda's crotch again, trying to remember how Bridget had done it. Yes... rub up and down along there... now put a finger in... what was the other thing? Oh yes... Kimiko scooted a little closer, her own little breasts pressing against Brenda's side, as she reached over the other girl's shoulder and began to caress Brenda's chest.

"Oh, woooow..." moaned Brenda, her eyes rolling up in her head. "Woow... you learn fast, Kimmy... that's so nice..." And because Brenda was used to having her own hands busy when her pussy was being played with, one free hand began to feel around behind her, groping fitfully between Kimiko's legs until she found the younger girl's own slit.

"B-brenda, I... mmmn..." gasped Kimiko, her blush redoubling, but she could hardly object, could she? Not while she had her own hand between Brenda's legs... but the pleasure distracted Kimiko, and her fingers began to fumble along Brenda's sex, as if they'd forgotten where the clit was.

"N-no, Kimmy... up at the top... that's it... yeah..." Brenda coached, even as she began to finger-fuck her former teasing victim, groaning in pleasure as Kimiko's inexpert fingers picked up the technique again.

"Nnnh..." Kimiko moaned, slowly rubbing her chest against Brenda's side as the desire overtook her, and she began to fondle Brenda's larger bosom more fervently, barely remembering through the haze of lust that she was supposed to caress the nipple with two fingers.

"Oh, god, Kimmy, yer an expert..." moaned Brenda, thrusting her hips against Kimiko's hand even as Kimiko had begun to press a second finger in. Kimiko wasn't prepared for this, but the motion pressed Brenda's swelling clit between the other girl's fingers, making the redhead squirm and writhe in pleasure.

"Buh, buh, Brenda..." blubbered Kimiko incoherently, quickly going wild with desire - her classmate's fingers actually knew their way around a girl's pussy better than Kimiko's did, and Kimiko forgot all the technique she'd learned from Bridget's tender molestation, and she leaned her slender body into Brenda's side, humping and grinding, her fingers now blindly fumbling around Brenda's sensitive places.

But Brenda was so close anyway, even Kimiko's now-clumsy groping felt delicious, and it wasn't a few seconds more before both girls were crying out in pleasure, squirming and writhing, both their slits flooding with sticky hot cream, before the two girls collapsed into a tangled heap of bodies, leaning against each other and panting as the shower water washed over them both.

"Oh, wow... I've... I've never done that with another girl before..." murmured Brenda, as Kimiko's head flopped against her shoulder.

"Yeah... wow..." murmured Kimiko. Then she blinked. "Um... does this mean, I mean, uh, when we... like just now..." she stuttered, bewildered and nervous even through the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Sssh... it's okay, Kimmy... there's nothing wrong with it..." said Brenda. And impulsively, she leaned down and kissed Kimiko full on the lips.

"Mmmh?" exclaimed Kimiko, as she found her lips enveloped all of a sudden. M-my first kiss? With a girl? wondered Kimiko. But it felt... right , somehow. Maybe it was just the orgasm talking, but... nothing that felt as good as this could be wrong, could it?

Eventually, Brenda broke off the kiss, blushing hotly herself. "Y-you won't tell anyone, will you?" said Brenda. "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with it, but... what was that?" she added suddenly, turning her head toward the shower curtain.

Kimiko blinked, still blushing, and looked at the curtain herself. Eventually she said, "I didn't see anything..."

"Me either," admitted Brenda. "I just thought I saw something move... oh, never mind," she said, turning toward Kimiko again. "At least I'm all clean now, right, Kimmy?" she went on, smiling. And then her face turned grey with horror and she started to tear up again. "Oh god... tomorrow..."

Kimiko sat up and hugged Brenda tight. "I know... I know... but I'll be there for you, right? I know, I know I can't help you during the day, but as soon as school's out, I'll help you clean up again, okay?"

Brenda clung to Kimiko, trembling in dread of spending another whole school day wetting and soiling herself. But eventually she relaxed, burying her face in Kimiko's shoulder. "Well... okay... but only if you clean me up the same way you did today, okay?"

Kimiko looked down at Brenda, pop-eyed... and then both of them collapsed in girlish giggles, clinging to each other like the lovers they'd somehow become, as the cleansing hot water poured over both of them.

Bridget sneaked quietly back out of the bathroom, giggling to herself, her footsteps obscured by the noise of the shower. So my adorable little roomie's already seduced someone, she thought. And this Brenda girl's a cutie, too. I'm almost jealous. Bridget grinned to herself as she heard the giggling erupt behind her. Maybe next time I can surprise them both, teach them a little more... But first, I'd better go look up who Brenda's roommate is. I don't want to go poaching on her turf... Bridget walked back to the dorm room, already plotting how she was going to further introduce her pretty young roommate into the wonders of sex... just like Bridget's roommate had done for her three years before.