"Do we have enough?"

"No we will have to get some."

"I've have already given it some thought."

She smiled at him and held out her hand, he took it.

"Show me," she commanded.

He led her across the park, looking around.

Finally he stopped.

"Those girls over there."

Princess Peach looked where he indicated.

A group of four girls were standing near a fountain, eating ice cream cones and talking.

Mario lifted his hand slightly, making a quick, subtle gesture.

One of the girls, a young woman wearing jeans and a T-shirt, suddenly stiffened, a strange look on her face.

It was a mixture of surprise and terror.

As Princess Peach watched a dark spot appear on her crotch, spreading quickly out, down her thighs.

She let out a little scream, trying to cover the growing wet spot with her hands.

She crouched down, trying to hide better.

The dampness spread over her rear and urine began to seep out of the jeans and splash on the ground.

Her friends looked more than a little shocked and for a moment just stared on.

A young boy who was nearby began calling out about the girl who had just wet her pants.

One of the girls yelled at him and he ran away.

Another of the girls pulled her jacket off and used it to cover her friends jeans.

The three girls quickly got their wet friend away.

Princess peach had watched the entire thing, then she turned towards Mario

"That was rather cruel."

Her tone was not angry, or disapproving, she was just stating a fact.

"Perhaps.

I've noticed that these people tend to produce a greater amount of energy when they are under the influence of strong emotions.

You no doubt noticed that girl was producing a great deal of energy."

"Yes."

"Shame is a very strong emotion I've learned.

While there are many ways to bring it out, I have noticed that they seem to give a great amount of concern over control of various eliminatory functions."

"Interesting.

Can you do this on a large enough scale?"

"Yes.

I will be working with the segment of the population known as teenagers.