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Katie's Mishap in PE

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 05 Aug 2016 06:19:45 GMT

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Series 1 - Really Bad School Days

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 05 Aug 2016 05:37:15 GMT

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What If...

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 05 Aug 2016 04:59:40 GMT

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This is a page for stories that couldn't fit within The Humiliation of Katie universe. Here you could write any kind of story. Sci-fi, fantasy, other time periods, you name it. Feel free to add more universes.

(Note: Don't instantly start a story, make it a menu with several stories like [[Katie, when just joining her new high school for her senior year|this]]

[[The legend of Katie]] Universe where Katie is a princess in a "Legend of Zelda" kind of world.

[[The Humiliation Of Samantha]] Universe where Samantha starts to get humiliated by Katie.

[[Katie of the apes]] Universe where Katie is a jungle girl raised by gorillas.

[[Humiliation through Time]] Universe in which members of Katie's family, both in the past and future, suffer through embarrassing situations.

[[Humiliation among the Stars]] Universe in which Earth aligned itself with an intergalactic society years ago. Katie grew up on simulated Earth terrain and interacts with all forms of life.

[[Category:The Humiliation of Katie]]

What If...

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 05 Aug 2016 00:08:58 GMT

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Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - Movie Theater

AccidentalAddict — Thu, 04 Aug 2016 06:46:12 GMT

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[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]
[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
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After wandering around a bit, the brunette found herself in movie theater. A matinee ticket only cost $10 and came with a complementary snack or drink of the customers' choice. Chelsie grabbed her ticket and free drink and walked inside. While the hallway was occupied with patrons buying popcorn and looking at posters for upcoming movies, her particular theater was empty. It was still well lit and the brunette could clearly see that all the seats were empty. This was not a big surprise seeing as the film was six weeks old.

Chelsie had actually seen it on its opening weekend with her family, sans her mother. It was one of those superhero movies that was tied to a comic book series that Chelsie didn't really understand. Her brother talked about it all the time but none of the information registered, even when the brunette tried listening. The film was considered to be an all-around success and was praised by many. It was fill with action, comedy and self-references that fanboys like her brother and father loved. Even to a non-'hardcore' fan like herself, Chelsie enjoyed enough of the spectacle to overlook the film's plotholes.

The best thing about the film, in Chelsie's eyes, was Mark Xalyn. He played the leading man. He was charismatic, kind and could act when he needed to. He was also drop-dead gorgeous, the type of look Hollywood drools about in their sleep: a strong chin, crystal blue eyes and soft lips. The press said that he let his 'gray out' for the picture so he'd look more distinguished. Chelsie thought that was a lie. The man was only thirty years old. His hair couldn't be turning gray. ''"Although,"'' Chelsie admitted to herself, ''"he does make graying hair look good."'' The brunette tried not to think about the actor anymore and took a seat in the middle of the theater.

The film played on and Chelsie tried to enjoy herself. However, the teen kept noticing another element of the picture: Amelia Natchles. She played the partner and romantic interest of Mark. She was witty, caring and a great actress. She was already well-respected and, while this film wasn't the classiest, it had doubled her audience. Physically, Chelsie could help but feel that she was her opposite: her golden skin, mature face and fully developed body. The brunette felt like a pasty thin shadow whenever Amelia was onscreen. The worst part was that Ms. Natchles had two sexually implicit scenes with Mark Xalyn. She got to straddle him in the second one! Chelsie could see Mark undressing her with his beautiful eyes. The teen eased her slick hand from the cup to ball it into a fist.

The brunette sighed. She knew getting angry at a movie screen would get her nothing. She also knew that she had next to no shot of ever having Mark Xalyn caress her in his arms. Although, that wouldn't stop her from dreaming about it. Chelsie leaned back into her seat and rolled her panties down to her knees. She began working up and down her labia with her cold fingers. Her other hand started rubbing her breasts. She focused on Mark's voice. Soon, the words that were being said turned into the words that she wanted to hear. She was getting faster. Her moans were getting louder.

"Wait," she panted, "that's not my voice."

Chelsie fell quiet but the moans continued. The brunette turned to see a woman few rows down bouncing on something. It didn't take Chelsie too long to figure it out.

''"Oh God, they're fucking! Someone's fucking in the theater!"'' the teen thought. She felt herself twitch with excitement at thought of someone sharing such an act with her.

[[ Chelsie - Theater - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - She continues masturbating alone. ]]

[[ Chelsie - Theater - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - She asks to join them. ]]

[[ Chelsie - Theater - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - She films the two in secret. ]]

Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - Movie Theater

AccidentalAddict — Thu, 04 Aug 2016 06:45:37 GMT

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[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]
[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
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After wandering around a bit, the brunette found herself in movie theater. A matinee ticket only cost $10 and came with a complementary snack or drink of the customers' choice. Chelsie grabbed her ticket and free drink and walked inside. While the hallway was occupied with patrons buying popcorn and looking at posters for upcoming movies, her particular theater was empty. It was still well lit and the brunette could clearly see that all the seats were empty. This was not a big surprise seeing as the film was six weeks old.

Chelsie had actually seen it on its opening weekend with her family, sans her mother. It was one of those superhero movies that was tied to a comic book series that Chelsie didn't really understand. Her brother talked about it all the time but none of the information registered, even when the brunette tried listening. The film was considered to be an all-around success and was praised by many. It was fill with action, comedy and self-references that fanboys like her brother and father loved. Even to a non-'hardcore' fan like herself, Chelsie enjoyed enough of the spectacle to overlook the film's plotholes.

The best thing about the film, in Chelsie's eyes, was Mark Xalyn. He played the leading man. He was charismatic, kind and could act when he needed to. He was also drop-dead gorgeous, the type of look Hollywood drools about in their sleep: a strong chin, crystal blue eyes and soft lips. The press said that he let his 'gray out' for the picture so he'd look more distinguished. Chelsie thought that was a lie. The man was only thirty years old. His hair couldn't be turning gray. ''Although,'' Chelsie admitted to herself, ''he does make graying hair look good.'' The brunette tried not to think about the actor anymore and took a seat in the middle of the theater.

The film played on and Chelsie tried to enjoy herself. However, the teen kept noticing another element of the picture: Amelia Natchles. She played the partner and romantic interest of Mark. She was witty, caring and a great actress. She was already well-respected and, while this film wasn't the classiest, it had doubled her audience. Physically, Chelsie could help but feel that she was her opposite: her golden skin, mature face and fully developed body. The brunette felt like a pasty thin shadow whenever Amelia was onscreen. The worst part was that Ms. Natchles had two sexually implicit scenes with Mark Xalyn. She got to straddle him in the second one! Chelsie could see Mark undressing her with his beautiful eyes. The teen eased her slick hand from the cup to ball it into a fist.

The brunette sighed. She knew getting angry at a movie screen would get her nothing. She also knew that she had next to no shot of ever having Mark Xalyn caress her in his arms. Although, that wouldn't stop her from dreaming about it. Chelsie leaned back into her seat and rolled her panties down to her knees. She began working up and down her labia with her cold fingers. Her other hand started rubbing her breasts. She focused on Mark's voice. Soon, the words that were being said turned into the words that she wanted to hear. She was getting faster. Her moans were getting louder.

"Wait," she panted, "that's not my voice."

Chelsie fell quiet but the moans continued. The brunette turned to see a woman few rows down bouncing on something. It didn't take Chelsie too long to figure it out.

''Oh God, they're fucking! Someone's fucking in the theater!'' the teen thought. She felt herself twitch with excitement at thought of someone sharing such an act with her.

[[ Chelsie - Theater - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - She continues masturbating alone. ]]

[[ Chelsie - Theater - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - She asks to join them. ]]

[[ Chelsie - Theater - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - She films the two in secret. ]]

Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - Movie Theater

AccidentalAddict — Thu, 04 Aug 2016 06:43:39 GMT

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[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]
[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
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After wandering around a bit, the brunette found herself in movie theater. A matinee ticket only cost $10 and came with a complementary snack or drink of the customers' choice. Chelsie grabbed her ticket and free drink and walked inside. While the hallway was occupied with patrons buying popcorn and looking at posters for upcoming movies, her particular theater was empty. It was still well lit and the brunette could clearly see that all the seats were empty. This was not a big surprise seeing as the film was six weeks old.

Chelsie had actually seen it on its opening weekend with her family, sans her mother. It was one of those superhero movies that was tied to a comic book series that Chelsie didn't really understand. Her brother talked about it all the time but none of the information registered, even when the brunette tried listening. The film was considered to be an all-around success and was praised by many. It was fill with action, comedy and self-references that fanboys like her brother and father loved. Even to a non-'hardcore' fan like herself, Chelsie enjoyed enough of the spectacle to overlook the film's plotholes.

The best thing about the film, in Chelsie's eyes, was Mark Xalyn. He played the leading man. He was charismatic, kind and could act when he needed to. He was also drop-dead gorgeous, the type of look Hollywood drools about in their sleep: a strong chin, crystal blue eyes and soft lips. The press said that he let his 'gray out' for the picture so he'd look more distinguished. Chelsie thought that was a lie. The man was only thirty years old. His hair couldn't be turning gray. '''Although,''' Chelsie admitted to herself, '''he does make graying hair look good.''' The brunette tried not to think about the actor anymore and took a seat in the middle of the theater.

The film played on and Chelsie tried to enjoy herself. However, the teen kept noticing another element of the picture: Amelia Natchles. She played the partner and romantic interest of Mark. She was witty, caring and a great actress. She was already well-respected and, while this film wasn't the classiest, it had doubled her audience. Physically, Chelsie could help but feel that she was her opposite: her golden skin, mature face and fully developed body. The brunette felt like a pasty thin shadow whenever Amelia was onscreen. The worst part was that Ms. Natchles had two sexually implicit scenes with Mark Xalyn. She got to straddle him in the second one! Chelsie could see Mark undressing her with his beautiful eyes. The teen eased her slick hand from the cup to ball it into a fist.

The brunette sighed. She knew getting angry at a movie screen would get her nothing. She also knew that she had next to no shot of ever having Mark Xalyn caress her in his arms. Although, that wouldn't stop her from dreaming about it. Chelsie leaned back into her seat and rolled her panties down to her knees. She began working up and down her labia with her cold fingers. Her other hand started rubbing her breasts. She focused on Mark's voice. Soon, the words that were being said turned into the words that she wanted to hear. She was getting faster. Her moans were getting louder.

"Wait," she panted, "that's not my voice."

Chelsie fell quiet but the moans continued. The brunette turned to see a woman few rows down bouncing on something. It didn't take Chelsie too long to figure it out.

'''Oh God, they're fucking! Someone's fucking in the theater!''' the teen thought. She felt herself twitch with excitement at thought of someone sharing such an act with her.

[[ Chelsie - Theater - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - She continues masturbating alone. ]]

[[ Chelsie - Theater - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - She asks to join them. ]]

[[ Chelsie - Theater - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - She films the two in secret. ]]

Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt, Panties, and Sneakers

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 25 Jul 2016 18:57:35 GMT

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[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]
[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
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''"Hey, you know the old saying: 'No shirts, no shoes, no service.' Well, they never said 'no pants!' Or panti-"'' "Stop right there," Chelsie cut off the voice's train of thought. "I'll follow you but I'm still keeping the panties. I need to protect some of my dignity."

''"Aww, but dignity's overrated!"'' The teen could feel her inner-adversary pout. Chelsie rolled her eyes at the rebuttal. Nevertheless, the brunette began undressing. She then wrapped her discarded clothes into a ball and tucked them underneath her arm. The teen walked out of the stall and observed her current attire.

Her t-shirt reached half an inch past her pelvis so it provided decent cover. Her panties were dark blue and of moderate length. If needed, she could probably pass them off as incredibly short shorts. Her legs would be left out in the open but they were toned and shaven, the type of legs one would like to see.

''"You know I kind of like this look. Your panties serve as concealment and easy-access!"''

Chelsie sighed, "Okay, I've done your bidding. Will you let me go on with my day?"

''"Hey, I'm not trying to be the bad guy!"'' The voice raised its non-existent arms in defense. ''"I just want you to have a little fun!"''

"Another terrible rebuttal," the teen scoffed. Chelsie was about to leave the bathroom before her perverted shadow spoke up, ''"You know, it looks awkward when you have a bunch of bundled clothes in your arm. People might think you're stealing."''

The brunette grimaced. For the first time in a long while, the voice had a point. The pile was too much for her purse. Her mom had to take the car today so Chelise couldn't utilize the trunk for storage. She let out a small groan, "I guess I could leave them here."

The teen glanced around the restroom, trying to find a secure place for her clothing. There was a row of cupboards underneath the sinks. All the doors were clearly locked except for one. Its hinges were broken. Chelsie had seen it last time she visited the mall. Apparently, Management felt that propping the door with a box of tissues was enough to solve the problem. Lucky for her, it wasn't.

Having placed her bra, jeans, and hoodie inside the cabinet, the brunette exited the restroom. She felt the temperature around her drop, especially around her legs, as she entered into the primary shopping area. The teen closed her eyes and took a few breaths before continuing her journey. "Don't worry," Chelsie told herself, "You've done things more daring than this. Just not in public."

After wandering around a bit, the brunette found herself in...

[[Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - Candy Store]]

[[Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - Music Store]]

[[Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - Movie Theater]]

[[Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - Arcade]]

[[Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - Thrift Shop]]

[[Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - Food Park]]

[[Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt/Panties/Sneakers - Skate Shop]]

Chelsie - Shopping - T-Shirt, Panties, and Sneakers

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 25 Jul 2016 07:25:31 GMT

Remove some clothing, and buy a little time

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 25 Jul 2016 06:37:32 GMT

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User talk:Anonegg

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 04 Dec 2015 19:41:13 GMT

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Hello Anonegg, I was wondering if you would be interested in adding to an interactive story that I am aiming to have an actual ending to [[Cassie's Horrible Family]]. Basically the main character (Cassie), goes through a limited amount of various difficulties each day until we get to our ending after a number of days. Basically I don't want any unwritten chapters in the story. I'd like it if you could take a look at it and see if you are interested. - Uman on July 13, 2015

Hello Anonegg! I just wanted to say that I'm a big fan of your story, the Namish. I know I should wait for more chapters but the chapters so far have given me a lot to think about like "How does fashion work in a world where clothes are not fashionable?", "How explicitly does Monica view non-Namish customs as sinful?", and "How do people experience body-image issues in 2115, of they do at all?" May I be allowed to work on this story? I apologize for how informal this request is. If you don't want me to, I understand. Nevertheless, I am still interested in this story and will continue to read future chapters. - [[User:AccidentalAddict|AccidentalAddict]] on December 4, 2015

User talk:Anonegg

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 04 Dec 2015 19:40:25 GMT

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Category:The Humiliation of Katie

AccidentalAddict — Sun, 29 Nov 2015 02:09:54 GMT

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Chelsie's Nude Awakening - jacket/class - "No. I must insist that you remove it immediately."

AccidentalAddict — Sun, 29 Nov 2015 02:08:46 GMT

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"Well..." Mrs. Halewood began, "No. I must insist that you remove it immediately."

"Wait!" Chelsie exclaimed immediately after her teacher's reply. She tried to think of any other reason for her to keep her jacket on. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind.

''"Tell her the truth,"'' the voice said ''"I doubt she would want her name anywhere near the headline 'Teacher Strips Student.'"''

Chelsie saw it as her best option. The brunette stood up and calmly walked to Mrs. Halewood's desk. She grabbed her hand and whispered into her ear, "I'm naked." Mrs. Halewood's grip tightened. The teen felt her face flare up. Chelsie could see her teacher look back at her, then to her classmates, and then around the room. The other students sat in silence waiting for something to happen. The teen's heart was beating so fast that she thought that she was going to faint. ''"You know, fainting might be beneficial to the both of you."''

Before Chelsie had time to respond, her teacher cleared her throat and said, "Please return to your seat." Mrs. Halewood let go of the teen's hand and grabbed the nearest pen she could find. The shock went right through Chelsie's body. She scurried back to her seat and tried her best to stop shaking. The teen hoped that Mrs. Halewood would start the day's lesson so everyone could move on but that wasn't the case. Minutes passed with nothing but the clicking of a pen to fill the room. Mrs. Halewood looked down at her desk, dazed. Everyone else was looking at Chelsie.
The brunette couldn't read their expressions. In fact, many of them were becoming unrecognizable to her. She never paid attention to her classmates, mostly because they would end up becoming the subject of the voice's fantasies soon after, but now she wished she did. What if one of them knew her mom or dad or the principle? It probably didn't matter because someone was bound to post a naked picture of her online as soon as she took off the jacket.

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - jacket/class - Mrs. Halewood asks Chelsie to see her afterclass.]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - jacket/class - Mrs. Halewood forces Chelsie to take off her jacket.]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - jacket/class - One of the students strips Chelsie in class.]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - jacket/class - One of the students strips Chelsie after class.]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - jacket/class - Mrs. Halewood starts the lesson.]]

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]

Category:The Humiliation of Katie

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 30 Oct 2015 17:39:26 GMT

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Chelsie tries to take the phone away from her brother

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 30 Oct 2015 17:36:40 GMT

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Chelsie ignired the voice's lewd suggestion for the moment as she made a mad dash to William's phone. The brother quickly shoved his phone into his pocket and readied himself his sister's attack. The two locked hands and began pushing in on each other. The 'unstoppable force-immovable object' phrase doesn't apply to this situation as Chelsie started slipping away almost immediately. She could fight her brother to a stalemate when given time to prep. Understandably, today was not one of those days. Chelise felt her knees buckle. The brunette only had a few more seconds before her brother would overpower her. She decided to take this time to berate her brother when they were on equal ground. "You shouldn't start rumors about me!" the teen yelled.

"I'm sorry!" William cried, "I just wanted to be cool!"

"What part of saying that your sister is a slut is cool?!?" She paused as she felt the voice giggling within her. "Don't answer that," Chelsie groaned. She would need to battle from both sides soon.

"Please, sis! Let me keep one pic."

''"Come on! Let him keep one pic!"''

"No!" The brunette shouted back. She then remembered that her mother was probably home and could pop in at any minute. She wanted to keep the ruckus down but it was difficult for Chelsie to restrain her vioce.

"My body is mine alone to share and I'm not going to let you show it off to those imbecilic perverts you call 'friends!'" The brunette's foot slipped and the two toppled over one another.

When Chelie opened her eyes, she was greeted with the image of William's face. Their noes were pressing against each other along with many other things. William didn't seem to notice. He was too busy looking at his hands or, more importantly what was on them. The blonde-haired boy stood up to get a proper look. It was a liquid that was mostly clear and somewhat sticky. He separated his fingers and watched the stands slowly break. His face reddened as he turned to his sister, "Sis, were you-" He stopped and took a few steps back.

Chelsie looked down to see what was the matter. Her breasts had popped out. The teen couldn't move. Her face flared up.

"I-..... I-..... I-I-I-I-I-I-" her brother stammered.

"GEEEEEEEEEETTTT OOOOOOUUUUUUTTTTT!!!!!!!" Chelsie screamed.

"I'M SORRY!!!" William yelled as her slammed the door behind him.

In a primal rage, Chelise began throwing everything that she could find. Pillows. Blankets. Even her own robe. She wanted to punch things. The teen threw her fists against the walls and kicked the ground with all of her might. By the end, she was a naked panting, sobbing mess. She lied faced-down on the carpet and waited for herself to calm down.

After a few minutes, the voice pipped up, ''"Uh, Chelsie? The bus is going to arrive soon. William still has that photo. What do you want to do?"''

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - "I need to pee."]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - Get ready for school.]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - Enter William's bedroom naked.]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - Enter William's bedroom with the robe on.]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - Enter William's bedroom fully clothed.]]

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]

Chelsie's Nude Awakening - Chelsie realizes that she's late for school.

AccidentalAddict — Tue, 27 Oct 2015 06:17:15 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Chelsie's Nude Awakening - Chelsie realizes that she's late for school.

AccidentalAddict — Tue, 27 Oct 2015 06:13:31 GMT

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Category:The Humiliation of Katie

AccidentalAddict — Tue, 27 Oct 2015 06:12:22 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Chelsie's Nude Awakening - Chelsie realizes that she's late for school.

AccidentalAddict — Tue, 27 Oct 2015 06:10:56 GMT

Category:The Humiliation of Katie

AccidentalAddict — Tue, 27 Oct 2015 05:29:16 GMT

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Waking Up in the Nude

AccidentalAddict — Tue, 27 Oct 2015 05:28:09 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

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''Beep! Beep! Beep!''

Chelsie wearily searched for her alarm clock. She slammed her palm against the snooze button and fell back onto her pillow. The brunette shuffled and wrapped the blanket around herself tighter as she tried to remember where she had left off in her dream. It was something about space. Or maybe the sea? It was hard to tell. Chelsie began to take note of how the fuzzy material brushed against her and how it was tucked into places it couldn't normally be. The teen's eyes shot open. Chelsie flung the fabric off of her and gazed down at her bare skin. She immediately tried to cover herself again as she looked around the room. Thankfully, she was alone and the curtains were closed. The brunette paused and listened to hear any commotion from outside. Nothing. Chelsie eased slightly and ceased her attempt to conceal herself. Her heart fluttered as she inched offer her bed and began walking around.

"I did it." She slapped her hands over her mouth, unwilling to share this secret with the air she breathed. She had slept in the ''nude'' on a ''weekday.'' The voice had been daring her to strip and sleep for weeks-No, months!-saying that it could be a "weekend treat" for herself. It felt like the question would be brought up every time she'd go to bed. Chelsie had enough of it and decided to do it on a weekday, a riskier proposition, in the hopes that her adversary would drop the issue for a bit.

''"I can't say 'I'm not impressed.' Well, it's time to celebrate, girl!"'' The voice proclaimed. Chelsie was too excited to argue. She ran, danced, kicked and flipped across the room. She wasn't notably good at any of these things but she just wanted to see her naked form in motion. Unfortunately, she had to stop. While she wasn't as tired as she could have been, she was beginning to feel sore in a couple of awkward places. The teen didn't take the time to stretch properly beforehand. After a few short breaths, Chelsie walked up to the wall-mirror that doubled as her closet door and looked herself over. She was sweaty and her hair was a mess but she was smiling. "You know, I do look pretty good." Chelsie said aloud. While she was small in many ways, she had a figure that could work well with it. She had some muscle tone, a killer waist and a butt that her "friends" loved to talk about. Her breasts weren't much but she knew a couple of classmates that were into her type. As for her-um..... Chelsie looked down at her womanhood, blushing as she tried to find a way to describe it.

''"It's shaven, beautiful and needs some lovin,'"'' The voice panned. ''"Let's get to work on it!"'' Chelsie wanted to refuse but her hands were ready. She looked around her room once more. Nothing. She was probably going to regret this later and bicker with the voice for the rest of the day but right now, she was safe...

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - Chelsie masturbates in her room.]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - William walks into the room.]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - Katie walks into the room.]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - Chelsie realizes that she's late for school.]]

[[Chelsie's Nude Awakening - The blanket covering Dr. Teddy McHuggles falls off.]]

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]

Waking Up in the Nude

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 26 Oct 2015 07:37:21 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Please Don't Edit This. I worked on this page for an hour and a half. I finished it but I got logged out and was unable to save the original copy. I'll try to redo this tonight if I have the time. [[User:AccidentalAddict|AccidentalAddict]]

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]

Waking Up in the Nude

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 26 Oct 2015 07:35:56 GMT

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Please Don't Edit This. I worked on this page for an hour and a half. I finished it but I got logged out and was unable to save the original copy. I'll try to redo this tonight if I have the time.

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]

Her Home

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 26 Oct 2015 05:52:51 GMT

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What is Chelsie doing at her home?

[[Waking Up in the Nude]]

[[Doing the Laundry]]

[[Trying to Cook Dinner]]

[[Working on Homework]]

[[Prepping for William's Birthday]]

[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]
[[Category:The Humiliation of Katie]]

Her Dad's Apartment

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 16 Oct 2015 17:52:52 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

User talk:Uman

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 16 Oct 2015 17:50:33 GMT

AccidentalAddict: /* New Rules */

Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. There's been so much going on in my life that I haven't been doing much writing lately, and I am trying to focus my efforts on things that might actually earn me money, rather than just hobby writing.

I don't rule out contributing to your Cassie story-lines at some point in the future, but I don't see me making much of a contribution at present.

Regards, SergeantC

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It would be okay if you ended that particular storyline. As a matter of fact I am working on another interactive story right now with planned out endings - you should check it out. I haven't gotten far yet but I have about 30+ planned out chapters already. It's called [[Cassie's Horrible Family]], which is a subcategory of [[The Exciting Adventure]]. In the storyboard I have a lot of chapter titles already planned out.

The difference with that story is that you have to make sure that the chapter fits with what could happened. For instance, if someone picked the storyline where she wasn't stripped naked, you may have to plan for both that and if someone choose not to have her strip naked. Read what I have so far and you may get what I mean.

Cheers - Uman

Thanks for your kind offer. I think I'll pass. The Cassie's Horrible Family story just hasn't struck a chord with me to resonate with my writing: it's a great storyline and I hope you finish it and find contributors for it. -- [[User:Teejay|Teejay]]

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How do you feel about ending stories? I have an idea for an ending to the Hazing path I've started, that will wrap up the story in such a way that Katie will learn that her humiliation from the incident will never really end. However, the incident itself will be over.

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I was indeed thinking of Maisy from Ghost of the Mansion. She seems to me to be the best candidate.

What story are you interested in? I think something with Maisie might work, especially if you're willing to show some nudity in your comic.

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I've added a chapter to The Humiliation of Katie, in the 18-year-old category. I hope it's not too over the top. Feel free to edit if it is. SergeantC

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I've got an idea for possible intruders for The Ghost of the Mansion. How about a male photographer and two bikini models who want to use the mansion for a photo shoot? -- SergeantC

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{{warn1}}--[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 02:20, 29 November 2013 (UTC)

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'''Cassie's Horrible Family'''

I would love to help you out with your story. However I'm am slightly confused with the story line page. Is these the only story lines allowed or are they just the main ones and others can be added. [[User:Sophie4C|Sophie4C]] 07:43, 11 July 2015 (UTC)

== Great idea ==

Uman, I noticed your story board. <3 the idea ^.^ Thanks for the great idea, think I will use it for [[Dirty Me|my own story]], too.

lol, I sooo wanted to add "Cannot resist...must edit" to that page xD--[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 13:35, 18 April 2014 (UTC)

Are you referring to that new story I posted for splotch? Does your naughtiness know no bounds? - Uman

lol, you should probably put it on my talk page, or I might not get the message. Well, I am Dirty Me=P I am rather naughty ←～（o ｀▽´ )oΨ --[[User:DirtyMeStoryTime|Dirty Me]] 14:16, 18 April 2014 (UTC)

{{blue}}--[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 22:53, 2 July 2014 (UTC)

== Ghost of the Mansion ==

Thanks for the message. I've been busy with other things, but I'll try to add chapters to the story if I have time. [[User:AgentVincent|AgentVincent]] 17:42, 17 August 2014 (UTC)

== Humiliation of Katie (More Kids) ==

Thanks for contributing to the thread I created, but I wanted the "more kids?" chapter to take place after Katie's first child's first year at elementary school. I wanted more opportunities for Katie's young children to be manipulated by Aunt Jill or have the same bad luck with their clothes as their mother. I intended to have a chapter for when the children are older as well, and they can have more adventures with or without Katie. My idea is that when Katie is mature enough, she won't be bothered by her own nudity, and no one would be as interested in her as her children at some point.

I just want to get your approval to edit the chapter to reflect my ideas, since it currently doesn't line up with the other chapters I created for her first child.

== Humiliation of Katie (kids) ==

I just edited the "More Kids" chapter, and changed the way the chapters flow, so the "Katie's Children" chapter is now the hub for whatever children she ends up having. I hope it's easy to follow.

==Cassie==

Hey, I found your stories about Cassie because I have a character called Cassandra in my story [[The Punishment of Claire and Cassandra]]. Your stories are well written, so I am slowly reading my way through them. Feel free to link my story to your Exciting Adventure story hub if you like, as its possible that the Cassy I write about is the same girl in a parallel universe.

If you like my story, please leave any comments, criticisms or ideas on the story [[Talk:The_Punishment_of_Claire_and_Cassandra|talk page, here]], so that I can improve it [[User:Hornlarry|Hornlarry]] 18:51, 11 May 2015 (UTC)

==War13==
War13's contributions are back. I trust you to fix them up. --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 15:56, 7 September 2015 (UTC)

==New Rules==
I've got plenty of revising to do in my own stories, so I'm not even looking at anyone else's contributions at this time. You should go ahead and make any changes you think are necessary however. RobKohr is the one who made the decision to change policy here, and if he decides to mass delete offensive pages, he has every right to go ahead and do so. --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 23:10, 3 October 2015 (UTC)

RobKohr hasn't stated what the limitation is, but I'm also assuming it's 18. --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 00:51, 4 October 2015 (UTC)

Hey, if you want a place to move your stories where they are acceptable as is, feel free to join '''stories.allthefallen.ninja''' if you would like. (Yes it's a real site, but the system hates it when I try to post external links). --[[User:Elerneron|Elerneron]] 09:07, 4 October 2015 (UTC)

Hi there! I apologize for the fact that it has taken me so long to speak to you or anyone else on one of these discussion pages but I just wanted to send this message to you to ask about my contributions to your story. The passing off partial nudity section is one of my favorite parts in the story but it's listed in one of the multiple sections that need to be edited or scraped because of the new rules. The Crisis of Chelsie might be ok because we never specified what her age is but it still might need revisions. Is there anything mandatory that I should change in the next couple of weeks? --[[User:AccidentalAddict|AccidentalAddict]] 05:50, 16 October 2015 (UTC)

The mall - “you know you want to see this.”

AccidentalAddict — Sat, 02 May 2015 16:04:02 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

The mall - “you know you want to see this.”

AccidentalAddict — Sat, 02 May 2015 16:02:40 GMT

The mall- Chelsie keeps her shoes on, she doesn't want to run around barefoot

AccidentalAddict — Sat, 02 May 2015 15:59:38 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
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''“Welp! They got you pegged, sweetheart!”'' the voice exclaimed with glee.

“Shut up!” Chelsie shouted back in her mind. The teen froze as she thought of her dilemma. If she gave up her shoes, preferring to keep her panties or sundress, she probably wouldn’t be able to cover as much ground in her previous trial which would endanger any chance she would have in finding her friends in the next round. The scrawny girl was never considered herself as an optimist, especially today as every scenario the brunette ran through her head lead to her being naked at the mall and what came afterwards. She’d be arrested, on the news, and everyone she would ever talk to for the rest of her life would know her mild nude form. “What do I do?” she mumbled underneath her breath.

''“Take it all off.”''

“What?”

''“They agreed to this game because they wanted to embarrass you. Daring to be raunchy reveals how confident you are, spitting in the face of social norms. When someone challenges others to do something perverted, there is nothing more pleasing to see the challenger get humiliated slowly. Don’t play into their hand. Take them out of their comfort zone by showing how much you’re willing to take off!”''

Chelsie continued to stand still as she felt the heat be pulled from her body and violently swayed back and forth to weigh the opportunity in her mind. The fear the teen was experiencing had shaken Chelsie to her core. She had no recollection what she done in the past. Had she attempted something of this magnitude before? Is that why her classmates were so eager to join? All she knew was that she placed herself in a seemingly inescapable situation where any choice she made would soon leave her naked in public and subjected to whatever her newfound tormenters wished for. The fury within the brunette against herself and the voice was about to give way to tears. However, she also found herself begin to smile.

The world fell back into focus. Apparently, her ‘friends’ had closed in on her when she was lost in thought and were now inching away from the teen. The meager girl guessed it was due to the look on her face but her detective skills ceased as the fire grew inside her.

“I’m ready but let’s move the meeting spot for now.” Chelsie said, unable to contain the excitement in her tone.  
The four of them roamed across the mall until finally stopping by one of the hallways on the first floor that connected the shopping center to employee-designated complexes. This hallway, as with all hallways with the same purpose in the mall, was shielded from the skylight. In addition to this design choice, the lights in the mall were currently dimmed down which casted the hallway in deep shadows.

“You should have told me that you were going to strip in my hiding spot!” Leslie complained.

“You should have not told us that this was your hiding spot.” Sadie snapped back.

Miko rolled her eyes. “Ok. So you dragged us all the way here, Chelsie. Are we going to see something or what?”

“Yes. Just don’t take out your phones. There will be consequences,” the brunette said in a half-pleading, half-threatening manner.

Before her friends could respond, Chelsie took a deep breath and pulled the sundress over her head. She covered her breasts for a while with the article but it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. There was a moment where three girls in front of her stood in silence with their jaws wide open and their hands to their sides. The scrawny teen stared back with determination on her face.

Leslie was the first to speak. “Oh my gosh. You totally wanted to lose, didn’t you? Your panites must be soaking wet!”

Chelsie tried to push that comment aside but she could feel a wet spot beginning to form down there. “Here. Catch.” She threw her dress to Sadie, not even trying to hide her A-cups from view.

The curvier woman fumbled with the dress, as if holding it the wrong way could set the entire mall on fire, releasing a series of ‘uh’s and ‘um’s from her mouth.

Miko coughed as she tried to ignore the blushes on everyone’s faces, including her own. “So. What are you going to take off next?”

“What do you think?” the brunette asked back. She placed her thumbs underneath the waistband of her panties.

“Wait!” Sadie shouted and walked closer to the smaller teen, carrying the discarded dress between her forearms and her breasts. “You don’t need to do this. You can call the game off right now if you want. I.... We won’t blame you for that.” The raven-haired girl looked to her friends. Miko nodded first. Leslie hesitated, clearly thinking about what they were going to miss, but nodded anyway.

Chelsie looked back at the curvier woman. Her expression was a mix of concern and arousal. The brunette envied her to no end but the way she was looking at her was invigorating. However, more rational portions of her mind started conversing about how this was her way out. She looked down to her panties, then again to the hot-faced raven-haired girl.

Chelsie whispered. “I’m sorry but....

[[The mall - “you know you want to see this.”]]

[[The mall - “could you switch with me?”]]

[[The mall - “could we end this?”]]

[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]

The mall- Chelsie keeps her shoes on, she doesn't want to run around barefoot

AccidentalAddict — Sat, 02 May 2015 15:57:28 GMT

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
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| bgcolor=#FFFFFF valign="top"| Saturday, morning
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“Welp! They got you pegged, sweetheart!” the voice exclaimed with glee.

“Shut up!” Chelsie shouted back in her mind. The teen froze as she thought of her dilemma. If she gave up her shoes, preferring to keep her panties or sundress, she probably wouldn’t be able to cover as much ground in her previous trial which would endanger any chance she would have in finding her friends in the next round. The scrawny girl was never considered herself as an optimist, especially today as every scenario the brunette ran through her head lead to her being naked at the mall and what came afterwards. She’d be arrested, on the news, and everyone she would ever talk to for the rest of her life would know her mild nude form. “What do I do?” she mumbled underneath her breath.

“Take it all off.”

“What?”

“They agreed to this game because they wanted to embarrass you. Daring to be raunchy reveals how confident you are, spitting in the face of social norms. When someone challenges others to do something perverted, there is nothing more pleasing to see the challenger get humiliated slowly. Don’t play into their hand. Take them out of their comfort zone by showing how much you’re willing to take off!”

Chelsie continued to stand still as she felt the heat be pulled from her body and violently swayed back and forth to weigh the opportunity in her mind. The fear the teen was experiencing had shaken Chelsie to her core. She had no recollection what she done in the past. Had she attempted something of this magnitude before? Is that why her classmates were so eager to join? All she knew was that she placed herself in a seemingly inescapable situation where any choice she made would soon leave her naked in public and subjected to whatever her newfound tormenters wished for. The fury within the brunette against herself and the voice was about to give way to tears. However, she also found herself begin to smile.

The world fell back into focus. Apparently, her ‘friends’ had closed in on her when she was lost in thought and were now inching away from the teen. The meager girl guessed it was due to the look on her face but her detective skills ceased as the fire grew inside her.

“I’m ready but let’s move the meeting spot for now.” Chelsie said, unable to contain the excitement in her tone.  
The four of them roamed across the mall until finally stopping by one of the hallways on the first floor that connected the shopping center to employee-designated complexes. This hallway, as with all hallways with the same purpose in the mall, was shielded from the skylight. In addition to this design choice, the lights in the mall were currently dimmed down which casted the hallway in deep shadows.

“You should have told me that you were going to strip in my hiding spot!” Leslie complained.

“You should have not told us that this was your hiding spot.” Sadie snapped back.

Miko rolled her eyes. “Ok. So you dragged us all the way here, Chelsie. Are we going to see something or what?”

“Yes. Just don’t take out your phones. There will be consequences,” the brunette said in a half-pleading, half-threatening manner.

Before her friends could respond, Chelsie took a deep breath and pulled the sundress over her head. She covered her breasts for a while with the article but it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. There was a moment where three girls in front of her stood in silence with their jaws wide open and their hands to their sides. The scrawny teen stared back with determination on her face.

Leslie was the first to speak. “Oh my gosh. You totally wanted to lose, didn’t you? Your panites must be soaking wet!”

Chelsie tried to push that comment aside but she could feel a wet spot beginning to form down there. “Here. Catch.” She threw her dress to Sadie, not even trying to hide her A-cups from view.

The curvier woman fumbled with the dress, as if holding it the wrong way could set the entire mall on fire, releasing a series of ‘uh’s and ‘um’s from her mouth.

Miko coughed as she tried to ignore the blushes on everyone’s faces, including her own. “So. What are you going to take off next?”

“What do you think?” the brunette asked back. She placed her thumbs underneath the waistband of her panties.

“Wait!” Sadie shouted and walked closer to the smaller teen, carrying the discarded dress between her forearms and her breasts. “You don’t need to do this. You can call the game off right now if you want. I.... We won’t blame you for that.” The raven-haired girl looked to her friends. Miko nodded first. Leslie hesitated, clearly thinking about what they were going to miss, but nodded anyway.

Chelsie looked back at the curvier woman. Her expression was a mix of concern and arousal. The brunette envied her to no end but the way she was looking at her was invigorating. However, more rational portions of her mind started conversing about how this was her way out. She looked down to her panties, then again to the hot-faced raven-haired girl.

Chelsie whispered. “I’m sorry but....

[The mall - “you know you want to see this.”]

[The mall - “could you switch with me?”]

[The mall - “could we end this?”]

Games with Jill - Aunt Jill stopped her.

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 02 Mar 2015 23:30:52 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Category:The Humiliation of Katie

AccidentalAddict — Sun, 01 Mar 2015 10:48:24 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Category:The Humiliation of Katie

AccidentalAddict — Sun, 01 Mar 2015 10:46:49 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Games with Jill - Aunt Jill stopped her.

AccidentalAddict — Sun, 01 Mar 2015 10:43:07 GMT

Games with Jill - Pulled on an oversized sweater, panties and old basketball shorts.

AccidentalAddict — Sun, 01 Mar 2015 10:37:47 GMT

Public Pool - Chelsie's Orgasmic Juices Forces Everyone Out of the Pool

AccidentalAddict — Tue, 27 Jan 2015 02:21:32 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Public Pool - Chelsie's Orgasmic Juices Forces Everyone Out of the Pool

AccidentalAddict — Tue, 27 Jan 2015 02:20:04 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Public Pool - Chelsie's Orgasmic Juices Forces Everyone Out of the Pool

AccidentalAddict — Tue, 27 Jan 2015 02:18:00 GMT

Games with Jill - Passing Off Partial Nudity

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 19 Jan 2015 10:26:33 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]

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Katie didn’t know what to say. Words refused to leave her lips. The teen kept starring at her aunt with her mouth slightly ajar.

The silence lasted far too long for Aunt Jill’s liking. She crossed her arms; eyes still fixed on her niece’s vacant expression.

“Thought of anything?” the older woman asked.

Katie’s head shook as she was brought back to reality, under the cold glare of her elder. The brunette began to look around at anything else in the room. Her eyebrows and lips flexed back and forth in the efforts to stir an idea in her mind.

“Nothing?” The word dug into Katie’s side.

“I-I I’m not sure.” The teen replied.

“Ten seconds.” Aunt Jill stated.

“What?”

“Nine.”

''Why is she counting down? What game does she want from me? How would it help me get over the past two days? What did she have planned? Why can’t I respond? Why am I covered in sweat?''

“Five.”

“Basketball!” Katie shouted.

“Nope! Four.” Aunt Jill continued.

“Soccer?” Katie suggested, quivering from her aunt’s quick rejection.

“Wrong! Conventional sports simply won’t do. Three.”

“A video game?”

“Can’t have you looking at a screen all day. Try again. Two.”

“A board game?”

“Cardboard boxes filled with cheap gimmicks are for simpletons. I’ll give you one more shot. Think about it.”

................. “A card game?”

The older woman glared down at her niece before releasing a heavy sigh. She placed a hand over her eyes, unwilling to see the latest failure from her kin for another second. Nearly breathless, Aunt Jill muttered “No imagination. None.”

''Was I really crying in this woman’s arms a few minutes ago?''

Katie rolled her eyes as she added one more mark to her mental tally of insults she had been given today. She had half the nerve to ask what silly game the coot wanted to play. Of course, the question would be arranged in a more professional manner.

“WELP!” Aunt Jill clasped her hands together. “MY TURN NOW!” The room became charged with whatever was giving the woman that tight smile plastered across her face.

“Seeing as you have been struggling to keep your clothes on, we’ll be playing a game where you’ll be required to keep some of them off. The game is simple. I take a piece of your outfit for a short period of time and you need to complete some minor task bottomless, topless, et cetera without anyone noticing your goods-well, milds. The goal is to either go unnoticed until the next round or cover yourself with whatever you find. However, your coverage needs to be convincing such as a well-sized book or a towel dress. None of that barrel suit bullshit. Once a round is complete, I’ll rotate your clothes like: shirt, panties and no pants or panties, pants and no shirt. Any questions?”

After her aunt’s spiel, the brunette needed to take a moment before asking, “What?”

“What ‘what?’” Aunt Jill replied, her false naiveté oozing onto the floor.

“I can’t do that! I’d get caught instantly!” Katie yelled.

“Well it’s because you lack training. Your ill-preparation is exactly what led you into misery and humiliation for the last two days. Besides, a proper woman knows how to hide her manner of distress.” the elder replied.

“That’s crazy and you know it! You can’t make me play this dumb game.” Katie stood up to get closer to her aunt’s eye-level.

The teen didn’t hear a response from the older woman. Instead, she was suddenly shoved back onto the chair. Her aunt reached around Katie's hips, her fingers violating her privacy as she dug around her athletic short's waistband. Her aunt then pulled up and stripped Katie of her bottoms. Katie let out a yelp and slapped a hand over her unshaven pubic region. The brunette look back to her elder who was twirling her prize around her fingertips.

“I’m your guardian for the weekend. Your mother trusts me. Play my game or lose the shirt too. By the way, say ‘Hi.’ to neighbors.” Aunt Jill pointed to the front door with a grin. Actually, she was pointing to the occasional passerby looking through the open door.

Katie muffled a scream as she tried to cover herself with the chair as the knowledge that a number of anonymous people saw her get stripped bottomless in her own home took hold in her mind.

“C-could you please close the door?” the teen begged; her legs now crossed over one another.

“Despite the horrible things that have happened to you, your lack of focus and common sense allowed said incidents to escalate. For example, once all guess have been accounted for, close the door to ensure privacy.” Aunt Jill demonstrated as she closed the door. “You must take responsibility. If I catch you making a mistake like that again during our game, I’ll take an additional article of clothing and won’t let you have it back until the round is over. I’ll let you choose what I take but you better choose quickly. Do you understand?”

The brunette gulped. Her aunt’s uncaring eyes pierced into Katie’s spine. The teen was cold, sweating and only had a t-shirt to cover herself. The day hadn’t even begun. “Y-yes.”

“‘Yes ’what?” the elder inquired.

“Yes, Aunt Jill.”

“Always refer to the one you’re talking to by name, dearie.” Katie didn’t dare point out the contradiction within.

“Alright, let’s go.” Aunt Jill continued, her voice lighter in tone.

“Where to?” Katie asked.

“To the daycare, of course. I’m sorry Katie. I’d love to listen to all of most humiliating moments in your life-I’m sure there are plenty- but I’ve a job to do.” her aunt replied with a chuckle.

“Could I please have my shorts back?” the brunette requested.

The older woman looked back to her niece with astonishment. “I don’t see why you would need them right now. We have a game to play and I need to back at the daycare in thirty minutes. Let’s knock out two birds with one stone by seeing if you can manage being bottomless for an hour. Then, you can be topless for the next round.”

Katie’s face was completely red when her mind picked apart her aunt’s words. For the next two days, she would be forced to play a game that requires her to be in varying states of undress by a woman who easily overpower her. What was worse was she would probably be either bottomless or topless in every round because she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She needed to get out of here. She, at least, needed something to protect her nether regions.

'''''Click!'''''

The teen turned to see her aunt unlocking the front door. Katie screamed, “Wait!”

[[Games with Jill - “I need to pack my things first!”]]

[[Games with Jill - “I need to use the restroom!”]]

Games with Jill - “I need to pack my things first!”

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 19 Jan 2015 10:19:13 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Games with Jill - “I need to pack my things first!”

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 19 Jan 2015 10:18:23 GMT

Games with Jill - Passing Off Partial Nudity

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 19 Jan 2015 10:12:21 GMT

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]

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Katie didn’t know what to say. Words refused to leave her lips. The teen kept starring at her aunt with her mouth slightly ajar.

The silence lasted far too long for Aunt Jill’s liking. She crossed her arms; eyes still fixed on her niece’s vacant expression.

“Thought of anything?” the older woman asked.

Katie’s head shook as she was brought back to reality, under the cold glare of her elder. The brunette began to look around at anything else in the room. Her eyebrows and lips flexed back and forth in the efforts to stir an idea in her mind.

“Nothing?” The word dug into Katie’s side.

“I-I I’m not sure.” The teen replied.

“Ten seconds.” Aunt Jill stated.

“What?”

“Nine.”

''Why is she counting down? What game does she want from me? How would it help me get over the past two days? What did she have planned? Why can’t I respond? Why am I covered in sweat?''

“Five.”

“Basketball!” Katie shouted.

“Nope! Four.” Aunt Jill continued.

“Soccer?” Katie suggested, quivering from her aunt’s quick rejection.

“Wrong! Conventional sports simply won’t do. Three.”

“A video game?”

“Can’t have you looking at a screen all day. Try again. Two.”

“A board game?”

“Cardboard boxes filled with cheap gimmicks are for simpletons. I’ll give you one more shot. Think about it.”

................. “A card game?”

The older woman glared down at her niece before releasing a heavy sigh. She placed a hand over her eyes, unwilling to see the latest failure from her kin for another second. Nearly breathless, Aunt Jill muttered “No imagination. None.”

''Was I really crying in this woman’s arms a few minutes ago?''

Katie rolled her eyes as she added one more mark to her mental tally of insults she had been given today. She had half the nerve to ask what silly game the coot wanted to play. Of course, the question would be arranged in a more professional manner.

“WELP!” Aunt Jill clasped her hands together. “MY TURN NOW!” The room became charged with whatever was giving the woman that tight smile plastered across her face.

“Seeing as you have been struggling to keep your clothes on, we’ll be playing a game where you’ll be required to keep some of them off. The game is simple. I take a piece of your outfit for a short period of time and you need to complete some minor task bottomless, topless, et cetera without anyone noticing your goods-well, milds. The goal is to either go unnoticed until the next round or cover yourself with whatever you find. However, your coverage needs to be convincing such as a well-sized book or a towel dress. None of that barrel suit bullshit. Once a round is complete, I’ll rotate your clothes like: shirt, panties and no pants or panties, pants and no shirt. Any questions?”

After her aunt’s spiel, the brunette needed to take a moment before asking, “What?”

“What ‘what?’” Aunt Jill replied, her false naiveté oozing onto the floor.

“I can’t do that! I’d get caught instantly!” Katie yelled.

“Well it’s because you lack training. Your ill-preparation is exactly what led you into misery and humiliation for the last two days. Besides, a proper woman knows how to hide her manner of distress.” the elder replied.

“That’s crazy and you know it! You can’t make me play this dumb game.” Katie stood up to get closer to her aunt’s eye-level.

The teen didn’t hear a response from the older woman. Instead, she was suddenly shoved back onto the chair. Her aunt reached around Katie's hips, her fingers violating her privacy as she dug around her athletic short's waistband. Her aunt then pulled up and stripped Katie of her bottoms. Katie let out a yelp and slapped a hand over her unshaven pubic region. The brunette look back to her elder who was twirling her prize around her fingertips.

“I’m your guardian for the weekend. Your mother trust me. Play my game or lose the shirt too. By the way, say ‘Hi.’ to neighbors.” Aunt Jill pointed to the front door with a grin. Actually, she was pointing to the occasional passerby looking through the open door.

Katie muffled a scream as she tried to cover herself with the chair as the knowledge that a number of anonymous people saw her get stripped bottomless in her own home took hold in her mind.

“C-could you please close the door?” the teen begged; her legs now crossed over one another.

“Despite the horrible things that have happened to you, your lack of focus and common sense allowed said incidents to escalate. For example, once all guess have been accounted for, close the door to ensure privacy.” Aunt Jill demonstrated as she closed the door. “You must take responsibility. If I catch you making a mistake like that again during our game, I’ll take an additional article of clothing and won’t let you have it back until the round is over. I’ll let you choose what I take but you better choose quickly. Do you understand?”

The brunette gulped. Her aunt’s uncaring eyes pierced into Katie’s spine. The teen was cold, sweating and only had a t-shirt to cover herself. The day hadn’t even begun. “Y-yes.”

“‘Yes ’what?” the elder inquired.

“Yes, Aunt Jill.”

“Always refer to the one you’re talking to by name, dearie.” Katie didn’t dare point out the contradiction within.

“Alright, let’s go.” Aunt Jill continued, her voice lighter in tone.

“Where to?” Katie asked.

“To the daycare, of course. I’m sorry Katie. I’d love to listen to all of most humiliating moments in your life-I’m sure there are plenty- but I’ve a job to do.” her aunt replied with a chuckle.

“Could I please have my shorts back?” the brunette requested.

The older woman looked back to her niece with astonishment. “I don’t see why you would need them right now. We have a game to play and I need to back at the daycare in thirty minutes. Let’s knock out two birds with one stone by seeing if you can manage being bottomless for an hour. Then, you can be topless for the next round.”

Katie’s face was completely red when her mind picked apart her aunt’s words. For the next two days, she would be forced to play a game that requires her to be in varying states of undress by a woman who easily overpower her. What was worse was she would probably be either bottomless or topless in every round because she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She needed to find get out of here. She, at least, needed something to protect her nether regions.

'''''Click!'''''

The teen turned to see her aunt unlocking the front door. Katie screamed, “Wait!”

[[Games with Jill - “I need to pack my things first!”]]

[[Games with Jill - “I need to use the restroom!”]]

“We train you to improvise!”

AccidentalAddict — Mon, 19 Jan 2015 10:01:55 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Katie Answers the Door

AccidentalAddict — Thu, 15 Jan 2015 23:16:28 GMT

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]

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Katie decided to brave it and at the very least see who was at the door.

“Who is it?” Katie asked as she leaned against the front door to see through the peephole.

“Well, who do you think it is?” a woman replied back. Her ‘cutesy’ tone was clearly forced in a manner suggesting the disguise was worn daily.

The teen hesitated for a second but soon answered; her words more jolted than what she wanted.

“I-.... I-I’m guessing.... Aunt Jill?”

“Very good!” the woman cheered in the same unnerving tone, “Now, Katie. Could you please open the door?”

The brunette could feel temperature drop when the elder used her name. Katie wrapped her arms around her chest when she remembered what little she had on. “I-I’m sorry! I’m not properly dressed!” she shouted.

“I’m your aunt, Honey. You think I care about what you wear.” the woman said with the slightest increase in her sincerity.

Katie looked herself over again. She was nearly in a cold sweat. Her nipples were clearly visible and she knew that her shorts showed too much whenever she walked. The teenager sighed. Anyway she looked at it, Katie couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. However, she had been talking with her aunt for a while without letting her in. To leave her at the doorstep to go change would just be rude. She’d probably get an earful from her mother afterwards.

''“Pleeeeeeeeeeeaseeee?”'' her aunt asked. Katie could almost feel her aunt’s puppy-dog eyes through the wood.

“Okay!” the teen blurted.

“Yay! Show me what you go on!” Aunt Jill replied, her words forming the hook to some song Katie couldn’t think of at the moment.
With eyes closed, the brunette puffed out her chest, brought a clammy hand to the door knob and twisted.

---------------

“That’s it?” Aunt Jill asked, the excitement in her voice taken down a peg.

Katie opened her eyes an got a full look at her aunt. The elder seemed to tower over the girl, primarily due to her lifts. A large sun hat pressed against the back of her head which was odd considering the weather man predicted rain through next week. Her dress was professional, devoid of the loose jewelry Katie associated her with. The teenager assumed she was going to her daycare sometime later. She was very similar to her mother but the differences were noticeable. She was toned for her age. In fact, her muscles could rival the best of those years younger. Her brunette hair was wavier and reached past her shoulders. Her wrinkles proved that she was the oldest amongst her mother’s siblings yet her face screamed ‘respectable teacher’ to the teenager. It was a kind face except her eyes. Her eyes gave way to the fury behind the ‘cutesy’ attitude and they were glaring at her: judging her and ready to strike at any time.

It was then Katie registered her aunt’s last comment.

“Wh-.... w-what do you mean ‘t-that’s it?’” Katie inquired, feeling insulted but wishing not to hurt Aunt Jill’s feelings.

“This is what you’re embarrassed about!” Aunt Jill declared, motioning to Katie’s body, with little effort to hide the humor she took out of her niece’s distress. “There are women who go running everyday in those same types of clothes. Of course, most are more developed than you but that comes with time and effort. A-cups, am I right?”

The brunette covered her chest, much to the delight of her aunt. She could feel those eyes dressing her down and out of what little she had on.

“Why are you covering? I’ve seen you naked plenty of times. Nothing I haven’t seen already. Also, your nipples are clearly erect.” Aunt Jill rattled off as she entered the house.

Katie choked and sputtered at her aunt’s words. Clutching her private parts, her legs fumbled across the room in the hopes of distancing herself from her elder. Aunt Jill took the nearest seat and began to laugh at her niece’s action. The teenager managed to take a seat as well, slowly cradling herself while her mind tried to find a happier place to wander.

Her search was cut off when her aunt spoke up. “So, I heard you had a bad couple of days. What’s been bugging you? Besides me, that is.”

Katie glanced back at the older woman, flinching a little as the ‘cutesy’ tone made its appearance once again. What she saw was a woman reveling in how much control she had. Katie then realized that this woman was her guardian for the next two days. She felt sick and hoped that the universe could go easy on her for once. Perhaps if she told her about the misery she had been put through, her aunt would take pity.

“I tried out for cheerleading on Thursday.” Katie said.

“And?” Aunt Jill replied.

“The coaches told me to strip out of my jeans! They kept on commenting on how big my butt was! Then the cheerleaders showed up-”

Katie spent the next couple of minutes retelling how the cheerleaders humiliated her and how the day after that she was forced to run in the rain in her nightie. She wanted to stop but the unnecessary details continued to spill just like the tears flowing off her face. By the time it was over, the teenager found herself in the arms of her aunt, slowly swaying her back and forth.

“Shhhh.... It’s okay..... We’ll fix this.” her aunt whispered into her ear.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Katie choked out.

Aunt Jill stood up and placed Katie in her chair. “Well, we can’t punish all of them. Not yet, anyway. That’s at least half of the school board but I know exactly what we can do this weekend!” the older woman declared.

“What?”

[[“We get you a body you can flaunt!”]] -Let's work out!

[[“We get you comfortable with your own body!”]] -Strip!

[[“We train you to improvise!”]] -Let's play a game!

[[“We get naked!”]] -???

Chaperoning William

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 19 Dec 2014 20:41:22 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

[[Category:The Humiliation of Katie]]
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God, did she hate this- stuck escorting her little brother through the mall. Chelsie’s and William’s mother, Katie, was supposed to bring the younger one to the mall for some extracurricular activity so Chelsie could have four or five hours to herself but, unfortunately, their mother was called into work..... again. This left the teenaged brunette with the duty of looking after the once ‘little squirt,’ who to be honest is millimeters away from being the same height as her, as he met up with the middle school’s-

“Who are we meeting again?” Chelsie shouted to her three-year junior who continued to pull her around by the arm of her hoodie like a much younger individual.

“My touch football team!” William said exuberantly.

Right.......... Touch football: the sport for football players who couldn’t take a hit or where smart enough not to try. The middle school wanted a less violent substitute for the heavy-contact sport; one that ‘everyone could take part in.’ Needless to say, the opposition to the switch had been huge and protesters, mainly fathers of students who played traditional football, lined up against the fence every game. However, the season was nearly halfway done and profits were sustaining as more kids from the middle school crated their own teams which led to more parents coming to games. So far, there where eight teams from William’s middle school alone. Not enough to build an organization but enough to keep the experiment going for the rest of the year.

No matter how dumb Chelsie thought touch football was, she wasn’t angry at William for joining a team. She just thought that many of the kids were going to have their hearts broken when they got to the high schools in the district who refused to partake in the experiment. Most who might apply for the real thing would have to face the mockery and possible rejection of jocks who opposed their efforts in the first place. While William was high-school football material, the way he was dragging Chelsie around the mall was a testament to that, Chelsie feared her high school team would break him like an egg.

''“Wow! You really do care for him!”''

“God, not you.” Chelsie muttered under her breath.

The second reason as to why this morning was turning out to be a massive pain in the ass was her ever-loving, always-perverted voice inside her head. The teenager found it harder than usual to ignore her today which was a big concern because she was going to be around a bunch of middle-schoolers for the next four-to-five hours. At first, it was the normal conversation: the voice asked her to masturbate, Chelsie told her to fuck off, and so on. The voice managed to persuade Chelsie to stash her bra in her backpack and be topless underneath her hoodie before taking the bus to the mall. The fabric was light-weight and breathable but provided coverage; a compromise between her normal attire and flashing the entire neighborhood. This turned out to be a big mistake as her younger brother started to yank on the arm of the jacket. Chelsie had to hold onto the zipper at all times or else the jacket could fly open. She desperately tried to keep pace with William but she was quickly losing steam. By the time the two stopped at the food court, the brunette found that she could barely stand. Her eyelids were heavy and her legs gave out.

''She didn’t fall. Strange. She was back in bed with her pillows. In fact, she had her arms around one. It was so soft. She just wanted to snuggle with it. She rubbed her nose against the fabric. The brunette grinned as the pillow wrapped it arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. It felt like she was being lifted but she didn’t care. She began to kiss the top of the pillow’s head as it lay nestled between her breasts.''

Wait, what’s going on?

Chelsie opened her eyes to see the top of William’s head pressing against her breasts, thankfully still inside her hoodie.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!” Chelsie screamed as she tried to get out of his grasp.

“You fell asleep! I was trying to carry you to that bench!” William shouted back as he tried to motion to the nearby furniture.

“STOP IT!” Chelsie demanded. William obeyed and let go of Chelsie. She quickly shook of the invisible sludge one feels when they realized they were caressing their sibling and looked herself over.

The brunette’s focus was on how she was going to explain why she was kissing the top of his forehead until she realized...

[[William’s Mall Escort - Chelsie was wearing her bra.]]

[[William’s Mall Escort - The jacket’s zipper was stuck.]]

[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]

Local Mall

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 19 Dec 2014 20:40:54 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

What is Chelsie doing at the mall?

[[Looking for a new outfit]]

[[Shopping around]]

[[Chaperoning William]]

[[Working]]

[[Hanging out with classmates]]

[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]

Chaperoning William

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 19 Dec 2014 20:39:05 GMT

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God, did she hate this- stuck escorting her little brother through the mall. Chelsie’s and William’s mother, Katie, was supposed to bring the younger one to the mall for some extracurricular activity so Chelsie could have four or five hours to herself but, unfortunately, their mother was called into work..... again. This left the teenaged brunette with the duty of looking after the once ‘little squirt,’ who to be honest is millimeters away from being the same height as her, as he met up with the middle school’s-

“Who are we meeting again?” Chelsie shouted to her three-year junior who continued to pull her around by the arm of her hoodie like a much younger individual.

“My touch football team!” William said exuberantly.

Right.......... Touch football: the sport for football players who couldn’t take a hit or where smart enough not to try. The middle school wanted a less violent substitute for the heavy-contact sport; one that ‘everyone could take part in.’ Needless to say, the opposition to the switch had been huge and protesters, mainly fathers of students who played traditional football, lined up against the fence every game. However, the season was nearly halfway done and profits were sustaining as more kids from the middle school crated their own teams which led to more parents coming to games. So far, there where eight teams from William’s middle school alone. Not enough to build an organization but enough to keep the experiment going for the rest of the year.

No matter how dumb Chelsie thought touch football was, she wasn’t angry at William for joining a team. She just thought that many of the kids were going to have their hearts broken when they got to the high schools in the district who refused to partake in the experiment. Most who might apply for the real thing would have to face the mockery and possible rejection of jocks who opposed their efforts in the first place. While William was high-school football material, the way he was dragging Chelsie around the mall was a testament to that, Chelsie feared her high school team would break him like an egg.

''“Wow! You really do care for him!”''

“God, not you.” Chelsie muttered under her breath.

The second reason as to why this morning was turning out to be a massive pain in the ass was her ever-loving, always-perverted voice inside her head. The teenager found it harder than usual to ignore her today which was a big concern because she was going to be around a bunch of middle-schoolers for the next four-to-five hours. At first, it was the normal conversation: the voice asked her to masturbate, Chelsie told her to fuck off, and so on. The voice managed to persuade Chelsie to stash her bra in her backpack and be topless underneath her hoodie before taking the bus to the mall. The fabric was light-weight and breathable but provided coverage; a compromise between her normal attire and flashing the entire neighborhood. This turned out to be a big mistake as her younger brother started to yank on the arm of the jacket. Chelsie had to hold onto the zipper at all times or else the jacket could fly open. She desperately tried to keep pace with William but she was quickly losing steam. By the time the two stopped at the food court, the brunette found that she could barely stand. Her eyelids were heavy and her legs gave out.

''She didn’t fall. Strange. She was back in bed with her pillows. In fact, she had her arms around one. It was so soft. She just wanted to snuggle with it. She rubbed her nose against the fabric. The brunette grinned as the pillow wrapped it arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. It felt like she was being lifted but she didn’t care. She began to kiss the top of the pillow’s head as it lay nestled between her breasts.''

Wait, what’s going on?

Chelsie opened her eyes to see the top of William’s head pressing against her breasts, thankfully still inside her hoodie.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!” Chelsie screamed as she tried to get out of his grasp.

“You fell asleep! I was trying to carry you to that bench!” William shouted back as he tried to motion to the nearby furniture.

“STOP IT!” Chelsie demanded. William obeyed and let go of Chelsie. She quickly shook of the invisible sludge one feels when they realized they were caressing their sibling and looked herself over.

The brunette’s focus was on how she was going to explain why she was kissing the top of his forehead until she realized...

[[William’s Mall Escort - Chelsie was wearing her bra.]]

[[William’s Mall Escort - The jacket’s zipper was stuck.]]

Local Mall

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 19 Dec 2014 20:30:21 GMT

AccidentalAddict: Created page with 'What is Chelsie doing at the mall? Looking for a new outfit Shopping around Chaperoning William Working Hanging out with classmates'

What is Chelsie doing at the mall?

[[Looking for a new outfit]]

[[Shopping around]]

[[Chaperoning William]]

[[Working]]

[[Hanging out with classmates]]

The Crisis of Chelsie (Teenager)

AccidentalAddict — Fri, 19 Dec 2014 18:05:01 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Katie got married and has two children, Chelsie and William. She and her husband grew apart for various reasons and now try to fund their children’s living expenses separately; leaving the two kids to fend for themselves.

Her ex-husband is second-in-command at the security to a local theme park and takes the kids there frequently.

Katie started working at some corporation a few years back but never discussed her job description at home. In fact, she hasn't said the word “job” in about five months. All we know is that Katie relies on Chelsie to man the house until she returns. This tends to be from 9 AM to about 2:30 the next day. At least it pays well.

Chelsie is a brunette like her mother. She is somewhat scrawny for a girl her age with small breasts and curvy butt. She tries to work out but tires quickly. Her quick temper has become legend to those around her. She can find nearly anything to get angry at. While her rage could probably send a tiger up a tree, her body can’t seem to put words into actions. It’s unlikely she could win any fights against her classmates which is why most of them find her to be just a pile of hot steam. Manipulation isn't her forte either; in fact, her feelings tend to leave her blind to the most blatant traps.

However, Chelsie has been keeping a secret with her since puberty: a separate personality who loves to toy with her sexual frustrations. Nearly every minute of the day, Chelsie can feel this presence with her that she can talk to with her mind. What is said in her mind can be summed up as one-sided bickering but there are some cases where the voice can coerce Chelsie to do some pretty raunchy and risqué things. Even though, she struggles to manipulate others, Chelsie has proven that she can at least manipulate herself.

'''Important Information'''

William - Younger brother to Chelsie and one of the few people who likes to be around her. He’s been undergoing a growth spurt and is millimeters away from being taller than her which he teases about to no end. He takes up many traits from his father: his blonde hair, his love of sports and even his uncomfortableness around girls just like his father when he was young. In fact, Chelsie is one of the few girls that has ever talk to him. Recently, William has been getting into certain clubs at his middle school. Peer pressure and social image torment him constantly.

Tiger - Family cat. Fat and lazy. Has stripes like a tiger.

Dr. Teddy McHuggles - Do not look at Dr. Teddy McHuggles! Do not!

Katie, Chelsie’s mom - Been doing good on her own. She’s still smart and beautiful as ever. Katie’s very career-focused right now, even though she never talks about it at home. Her past is a mystery to the kids too. Family discussions tend to be about how the kids are doing in class and if anything bad has happened, especially the latter. The two know something’s up so their actual problems are kept out of the loop. However, they still know that their mother cares for them.

Garett, Chelsie’s father - Living a comfortable life for a single man. He had to get a couple roommates to pay the rent but they’re fine even if they’re nearly half his age. While he approaches things with a very “chill” outlook, he’s a reasonable father so long as you keep him away from the booze. If not, then it’s party time! (Party time usually amounts to three drunken idiots playing video games and fighting out in the hallway.) The kids come to visit every other weekend.

Garett’s roommates:
Frank-Big guy, played football up to freshmen year in college. A bit more fat than muscle, three years later. Seeing where life will take him. Party time all the time.
Henry-Tall guy, just getting into community college. Trying to grow a mustache. Failing at it. Left home for unknown reasons.

Chelsie’s Classmates - The acquaintances that Chelsie finds herself ranting at most of the time. She has a trouble associating names with faces. She likes to see them as faceless drones identical to each other. It’s better that way when you have a voice in your head suggesting the most horrible, despicable, orgasm-inducing things you could do to that person and vice versa. So when someone in this group does want to be involved in Chelsie’s life, its hard to tell if they are friend or foe.

Aunt Jill - Surprisingly active for her age. The kids only saw the woman a handful of times at family gatherings. They don’t really know her nor really care to. Aunt Jill and their mother seem to have a past but the elderly one has never had the opportunity to explain and Katie has skirts the issue every time. The fear and hatred in their mother’s eyes is enough to tell Chelsie and William to stay away.

Chelsie’s “inner-voice” - Her primary tormenter since puberty. A voice that is identical to her own that fills her mind with erotic thoughts. Chelsie tries to mentally yell at this voice but it’s an once-sided argument that the teenage somehow continues to lose. As stated before, there are some cases where the voice can coerce Chelsie to do some pretty raunchy and risqué things which end up embarrassing her in spectacular ways.

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]

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The Crisis of Chelsie (Teenager)

AccidentalAddict — Tue, 16 Dec 2014 19:56:55 GMT

AccidentalAddict:

Katie got married and has two children, Chelsie and William. She and her husband grew apart for various reasons and now try to fund their children’s living expenses separately; leaving the two kids to fend for themselves.

Her ex-husband is second-in-command at the security to a local theme park and takes the kids there frequently.

Katie started working at some corporation a few years back but never discussed her job description at home. In fact, she hasn’t said the word “job” in about five months. All we know is that Katie relies on Chelsie to man the house until she returns. This tends to be from 9 AM to about 2:30 the next day. At least it pays well.

Chelsie is a brunette like her mother. She is somewhat scrawny for a girl her age with small breasts and curvy butt. She tries to work out but tires quickly. Her quick temper has become legend to those around her. She can find nearly anything to get angry at. While her rage could probably send a tiger up a tree, her body can’t seem to put words into actions. It’s unlikely she could win any fights against her classmates which is why most of them find her to be just a pile of hot steam. Manipulation isn’t her forte either; in fact, her feelings tend to leave her blind to the most blatant traps.

However, Chelsie has been keeping a secret with her since puberty: a separate personality who loves to toy with her sexual frustrations. Nearly every minute of the day, Chelsie can feel this presence with her that she can talk to with her mind. What is said in her mind can be summed up as one-sided bickering but there are some cases where the voice can coerce Chelsie to do some pretty raunchy and risqué things. Even though, she struggles to manipulate others, Chelsie has proven that she can at least manipulate herself.

William-Younger brother to Chelsie and one of the few people who likes to be around her. He’s been undergoing a growth spurt and is millimeters away from being taller than her which he teases about to no end. He takes up many traits from his father: his blonde hair, his love of sports and even his uncomfortableness around girls just like his father when he was young. In fact, Chelsie is one of the few girls that has ever talk to him. Recently, William has been getting into certain clubs at his middle school. Peer pressure and social image torment him constantly.

Tiger- Family cat. Fat and lazy. Has stripes like a tiger.

Dr. Teddy McHuggles- Do not look at Dr. Teddy McHuggles! Do not!

Katie, Chelsie’s mom- Been doing good on her own. She’s still smart and beautiful as ever. Katie’s very career-focused right now, even though she never talks about it at home. Her past is a mystery to the kids too. Family discussions tend to be about how the kids are doing in class and if anything bad has happened, especially the latter. The two know something’s up so their actual problems are kept out of the loop. However, they still know that their mother cares for them.

Garett, Chelsie’s father-Living a comfortable life for a single man. He had to get a couple roommates to pay the rent but they’re fine even if they’re nearly half his age. While he approaches things with a very “chill” outlook, he’s a reasonable father so long as you keep him away from the booze. If not, then it’s party time! (Party time usually amounts to three drunken idiots playing video games and fighting out in the hallway.) The kids come to visit every other weekend.

Garett’s roommates:
Frank-Big guy, played football up to freshmen year in college. A bit more fat than muscle, three years later. Seeing where life will take him. Party time all the time.
Henry-Tall guy, just getting into community college. Trying to grow a mustache. Failing at it. Left home for unknown reasons.

Chelsie’s Classmates-The acquaintances that Chelsie finds herself ranting at most of the time. She has a trouble associating names with faces. She likes to see them as faceless drones identical to each other. It’s better that way when you have a voice in your head suggesting the most horrible, despicable, orgasm-inducing things you could do to that person and vice versa. So when someone in this group does want to be involved in Chelsie’s life, its hard to tell if they are friend or foe.

Aunt Jill- Surprisingly active for her age. The kids only saw the woman a handful of times at family gatherings. They don’t really know her nor really care to. Aunt Jill and their mother seem to have a past but the elderly one has never had the opportunity to explain and Katie has skirts the issue every time. The fear and hatred in their mother’s eyes is enough to tell Chelsie and William to stay away.

Chelsie’s “inner-voice”- Her primary tormenter since puberty. A voice that is identical to her own that fills her mind with erotic thoughts. Chelsie tries to mentally yell at this voice but it’s an once-sided argument that the teenage somehow continues to lose. As stated before, there are some cases where the voice can coerce Chelsie to do some pretty raunchy and risqué things which end up embarrassing her in spectacular ways.

[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]
[[Category: The Crisis of Chelsie]]