"SHUT UP, BEN!" Gwen yelled. She lunged at her cousin, yanking at his hair and pinning him down on the floor. She feet the energy of her magic build, crawling through her body like electricity and then... nothing.
She felt the magic leave from her palms, but was too frustrated to really notice. The cold padding on the floor clashing with the warm, wet yet strangely clammy padding between her legs. The smell of baby powder in the room. These sensations draining her strength and fueling her anger. She bumped her right knee into Ben's padded crotch and stopped struggling. Ben had wet himself and she only now noticed. She got off of him and sat back, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Look who's wet themselves now," said Gwen, a minor smugness on her face.
"What are talking about? I'm not..." Ben got up, realizing the warmth between his legs. He blushed brightly and looked to the side, too embarrassed to respond.
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