The pointing and laughing was more than Emily bargained for. Chants about her panties. Taunts about her "itty bitty titties," bouncing and jiggling up and down and all around. And it seems Desmona was pulling harder and harder, not just keeping up but quickening the pace like an engine, and Emily felt like she was losing control. The weight of the humiliation, the weight against her blushing privates...
It came on so suddenly. If Desmona didn't stop in 10 seconds Emily was going to piss her panties in front of everyone. It was as if Desmona handed her a large barrel to steady over her head, otherwise dumping it all over her. Her legs were shaking. She started squeezing her pelvis tighter and tighter.
*TOOOOOOOOOT*
Emily's antsy little antics let out the largest, loudest fart Emily ever heard come out her. She was shocked. And powerless. And in the midst of the roars over her little tushy toot, the floodgates opened.
A thundering cascade dripped and shattered on the floor, rolling out into a large puddle that took up almost the entire hallway.
Everyone went silent. Her accident slowed to a trickle. Every little drip could be heard by everyone.
Her panties were now completely see-through. Not that it mattered for long. Desmona, smiling the widest anyone had ever seen, admired her finest creation.
She bent over, so as to not step into more pee, with the tippy-tips of her thumbs and index fingers pointing out.
"Well, we won't be needing these will we?"
Her humiliating panties, five pounds heavier, slid down her legs like a boulder, and made a huge splash in the lake of pee below.
There she was, Bratty Emily. Butt naked. Standing in her pee pee. For everyone to see...
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