Embarrassing things happen to Wallflower Blush, and no one notices.
Wallflower Blush didn't use the bathroom before class and has to pee really badly. Will she make it? And if she doesn't, will she be relieved or angry if no one notices it? What more embarrassing things will happen to her that go unnoticed?
Chapter 1 contains: Omorashi/wetting
Chapter 2 contains: Panties, with very non-descriptive omorashi
Chapter 3 contains: Farts and scat/messing, with a hint of omorashi
I was inspired to do this after reading a comment on derpibooru. Will likely not have super high quality, will be full of fetish fuel with little story to it, etc. Also stretchy scenarios like exaggerating how "invisible" Wallflower is to everyone else, I know realistically they WOULD notice her in the third chapter if nothing else. (I may not have seen the entire Forgotten Friendship either, but I know how her story goes)
I'm not entirely sure I liked how it turned out. I've been having this fantasy for days, but I think whatever writing skill I acquired in the past few months is gone, so I'd recommend not reading unless you liked my other fetish stories. (Also nervous because I don't think Wallflower has been fetishized in stories before, only in pictures, so I may be the first to write a fetish fic of her )
At first, today seemed like a regular day for Wallflower Blush. She got out of bed, got dressed, had her breakfast, and went to school. Once she got there, no one noticed her, as usual.
However, as she began her first class, she realized she had not used the bathroom this morning. She needed to pee.
At first, she was sure she could hold it. She didn't have to go that bad. She fidgeted slightly in her seat. As the class progressed, her bladder was gradually filling up, and she became more uncomfortable. Although, she was able to get her mind off it a little because they were studying plants.
She made it through her science class without much trouble, but not long into her second class, she felt her urgency increase, due to the coffee she had drank this morning.
She didn't want her first big scene to be wetting her pants in front of the entire class. It would be an embarrassing first impression. She raised her hand.
The teacher didn't answer, continuing his history lecture.
Wallflower shook her hand a bit more. Most of the teachers of the school were generally good teachers who let their students use the bathroom. But, the teacher just didn't seem to notice her.
After a few minutes, she gave up and crossed her legs, fidgeting where she sat.
She suffered through the history lesson before the bell rang. Wallflower was thankful, for it meant recess.
To her dismay, all the stalls were taken. Wallflower held herself and did the pee dance. Another girl walked into the bathroom. Wallflower blushed at being seen in such a desperate state, but the girl did not seem to notice.
Eventually, the toilet flushed, and the occupant of the stall came out. Feeling relieved already, Wallflower walked toward the stall, but the other girl got in first.
"Um... that was mine," said Wallflower.
This happened a few more times before the bell rang. Feeling distressed that the relief she desperately needed had been denied, she ran to her third class, which was mathematics.
She fidgeted harder through this course. She really needed to go. Once again she raised her hand, but the math teacher ignored her.
She was barely able to focus on the work sheets, and her need to pee increased with each minute. Wallflower fidgeted harder, feeling the pee sloshing inside her.
When there were only fifteen minutes left in the class, her bladder finally gave out. Wallflower blushed beet red as she started to pee in her jeans, feeling the warm wetness on her crotch and butt.
In the silence of the classroom, she could hear too easily the loud hissing sound of her stream soaking her jeans, and the sound of her pee dripping off her seat and forming a puddle under her desk. She could smell the strong scent of her urine, which was very yellow due to drinking coffee and not taking her morning pee. She could see the dark spot on her jeans expanding and glistening, and her puddle growing larger, and nearly shivered at the thought of what her white panties must look like now.
After what felt like an hour, but was really over a minute, she finished peeing, and looked around, feeling very embarrassed.
None of the students noticed that she had wet herself, nor did the teacher.
Now she felt enraged. However embarrassed she would have felt, it was almost preferable to no one noticing her.
"Teacher," said Wallflower, raising her hand. "I wet my pants. I should go change." She blushed lightly at the reaction that was sure to come.
The teacher didn't even look up from her desk.
Wallflower sighed and felt how wet her jeans were.
She ate lunch at the cafeteria alone in her wet jeans, and then went to gym class. She did not have an extra outfit, but no one noticed her wet pants. Or hit the ball to her when they were playing volleyball.
She sat in her wet pants through English class. Halfway through she needed to pee again. She knew the teacher would likely ignore her, and her pants were already wet, so she just peed where she sat. As expected, no one noticed. She might have enjoyed the warm release a little if she wasn't so angry that she seemed invisible to everyone.
As she walked out the school doors after the bell rang, she was instantly soaked through by a torrential downpour.
Wallflower was used to the rain. She'd often go for long walks in it out of sadness of being unnoticed and forgotten. It felt especially nice now because it at least washed the pee off her. Well, mostly. She'd still need a shower before she was completely clean. Not that it mattered how clean she was.
Rainbow Dash ran by her, accidentally causing her to lose her balance and fall butt-first in the mud.
This morning, Wallflower remembered to take her morning pee. However, the new pair of jeans she bought, in case of another accident, was a size too small.
So, as Wallflower made her way to school, her jeans were uncomfortably tight.
"After school today I'm getting a bigger pair of jeans," she said to no one in particular.
When she arrived, she sat through her science class, fidgeting again, this time from the tightness of her jeans. She couldn't wait to get rid of these.
On her way to her history class, Wallflower accidentally bumped into Sunset Shimmer in the hall, causing her to drop her books. Wallflower bent down to pick them up.
A loud ripping noise was heard as Wallflower's pants split at the butt, exposing her white panties.
Wallflower whimpered and put her hands on her tush, confirming her fears. It wasn't bad enough that she wet herself yesterday but now her underwear was visible for the world to see.
But, no one seemed to notice it. Surely students should be laughing right now, and they weren't. As before, Wallflower was enraged rather than relieved, her embarrassment evaporating quickly.
After the last class, she needed to pee again, and couldn't get her jeans down in time.
...
The next day, Wallflower wore another new pair of jeans, but these were a size too big and kept sliding down.
As she was walking to her first class, her pants slid down all the way, revealing her white panties, which were tinted yellow because these were the panties she had peed in.
Wallflower blushed, pulling the bottom of her shirt below her panties and wishing she could just disappear. But, she felt like she had, for her underwear went unnoticed again.
She sighed, threw her big jeans in the trash, and sat in her panties the rest of the school day. She couldn't believe how outrageous it was that she seemed invisible to everyone else.
Wallflower sat through her science class wearing her usual perfect-fitting jeans, the ones she had peed in two days ago. She had been able to find a few extra pairs identical to them.
Less than five minutes into the class, Wallflower felt a gurgling in her stomach, which quickly turned into pressure in her bowels. Her breakfast must have been undercooked. She had eaten at a restaurant, where at least the waiters noticed her. She had also thought her milk had tasted funny. It must have expired. She'd never go to this restaurant again.
She looked around to make sure no one was watching her closely, and then released an airy but audible fart. She blushed a little, and sniffed. The smell of her fart was easily noticeable, but none of the students reacted or even gave a single nose twitch. Of course they wouldn't notice. Not yet, anyway.
Wallflower held it in for as long as she could after this. But, six minutes later, she accidentally farted loudly.
PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFT!
Wallflower blushed with embarrassment. Surely the others had heard this. Surely they could smell it.
But, it didn't seem like they could.
Wallflower was so angry that she started shamelessly letting loose with a flurry of farts that were as loud as possible. She was that tired of being invisible to everyone, willing to do anything for everyone to notice her, no matter how undignified.
There was still no laughter or reaction to the stench in the room.
Then, after a particularly sloppy fart, Wallflower's underwear felt dirty and very wet.
She raised her hand, knowing she needed to do more than just fart.
The science teacher ignored her. She should have expected this, but if she didn't find relief, she'd have a much messier accident than peeing herself.
As the class went on, Wallflower fidgeted more, the pressure in her bowels increasing. She kept farting, and each fart was dirtier and stinkier than the last. She was sure a few of the later ones were sharts, as her white panties were feeling even dirtier after some of them.
Then, Wallflower got a stomach cramp, and her bowels noisily released its contents.
PPPPPPPPBBBBBLLLLLRRRRRT!
Wallflower cringed as she felt her jeans rapidly fill up with a very wet, squishy, smelly mess. Wetting herself was one thing, but messing herself was too uncomfortable. She started sobbing with her head in her arms on her desk, feeling her mess squishing under her with squelching noises. A horrid stench worse than her farts was now in the air.
Yet, still no one noticed. As soon as she realized, she wanted to scream, even though she should have felt relieved her most humiliating accident had gone unseen, and apparently unheard and unsmelled.
Once science class was over, she waddled to the bathroom and dumped her mess in the toilet. She looked at the damage. Her panties had overflowed and were stained brown at the back, and there was a big brown stain on the butt of her jeans as well.
Wallflower arrived late at her history class in her soiled pants. As the class progressed, no one noticed the messy state she was in or the smell coming from her.
Before long, she was gassy again, and continued to fart (and shart) as loud as possible. Still, no one seemed to hear. She couldn't believe how ridiculous this was.
As she was entering math class, she felt another need to poop. This time, she voluntarily pushed out logs of poop that filled her jeans, causing them to bulge, and the classroom to smell even worse. This was also quieter than last time, as only a crackling sound could be heard as she messed in her jeans for the second time that day.
Again, she got no reaction. So she sat down, cringing at her mess squishing under her rear. And almost enjoying it.
She didn't even bother cleaning up at lunch time, and in English class, she released an even wetter mess than the first time into her jeans, while peeing at the same time. Afterwards, she let out a short fart, dirtying her already heavily-soiled pants further. She was wet, dirty, and smelled really bad, but still no one noticed.
As she walked home in the sunlight, she thought of how silly it was that she had gotten carried away and deliberately used her pants as a toilet to try to get attention. She wouldn't try that tactic again. Even if it worked, it would still be very embarrassing, and not the way she wanted to be seen, however preferable to going unnoticed all the time.
She took a long bubble bath in her soiled jeans, scrubbing herself with soap thoroughly (especially her butt), before changing into her pajamas and laying down in bed.
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