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"Emii was a young girl with a strange fixation. It's not like she had a crush on a person, not exactly. Emii's affection was aimed at a... word. The word was 'crem', and she felt a certain draw to it. As she considered its unique form and texture, her heart would flutter and her face would blush. She would dream of the ways she might caress the word and whisper its name."..."For some reason, the thought of 'crem' was intoxicating to Emii. She considered its texture, its shape, its color, the way it sounded when spoken aloud. Emii would imagine touching it, caressing it, hugging it, embracing it. Her thoughts would race and her heart would pound. She was entranced, entranced by 'crem'. Every time she wrote or typed or said the word, she felt a dizzying rush of excitement.

"Emii's obsession turned from simple fascination to... something more. When she heard, wrote, or spoke the word 'crem', she would feel a thrill of ecstasy that began in her mind but spread throughout her whole body. As the rush overcame her, Emii would find herself unable to resist her desire for 'crem'. And so, the word 'crem' became Emii's kink. She embraced it, lived for it, craved it like nothing else in the world."

Every time Emii wrote or said the word 'crem', her heart would beat faster, her breath would quicken, and her whole body would shiver with delight. When she thought about 'crem', she could not control herself, and would sometimes even say the word out loud when she didn't mean to. Emii's fixation on 'crem' became an addiction, one that she knew was not normal, but she couldn't resist the incredible pleasure it brought her.""Emii was lying in bed. Her thoughts, as usual, were preoccupied with 'crem'. She was imagining its texture, its color, its shape, and suddenly she felt a warm sensation in her underwear. Emii blushed, and then suddenly realized with horror what she had done. She had peed herself. In her haste to pursue 'crem', she had lost control and wet the bed. Her heart sank, and she felt embarrassed beyond measure. And yet, her burning desire for 'crem' did not relent."

"Emii was deeply ashamed. But then she realized something. The piss smell. The warm, wet feeling. It reminded her of something. 'Crem'. Emii blushed, then her face lit up with recognition. This... this was exactly how 'crem' would feel. The shame quickly turned to joy, and then to an indescribable bliss, like touching 'crem' itself. She had experienced 'crem'. She wanted more."

"The incident with the bed wasn't a one-time thing. Emii soon realized that 'crem' was a natural diuretic. Every time she thought about it while lying in bed, she would piss herself again. So she started to do it on purpose. She would wait until night, and then deliberately focus on 'crem' until her bladder was full to bursting. And then, she would pee. The wetness, the smell, the sensation, it all reminded her of 'crem' and she loved it."

"As time went on, Emii's obsession with 'crem' only grew stronger. She started to pee not just once or twice per night, but many times. The sheets and blankets were soaked in piss, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide the smell. Emii didn't care. The feeling of 'crem' outweighed everything else. She wanted nothing except to lose herself in its embrace."

"Emii's obsession with 'crem' soon escalated. It wasn't enough for her to pee the bed, she wanted more. She wanted the full experience. So she started to poo the bed too. The smell, the warmth, the sheer joy... it was 'crem'. Emii lost herself in it, and was more satisfied than she had ever been. Her bed was now a haven of 'crem.'"..