A thick cloud of dust and debris settles into the grimy hallway, closely following a young girl wearing a lacy black dress, branding a large metal sword, the polished sheen severely contrasting with her dark, smooth skin, and perfectly accenting her pale white afro. It's been a long few hours for Scarlet "Shinobu" Jacobs, battling through a seemingly endless hoard of obnoxious minions, all shouting the same things at the top of their lungs. It was enough to make her retch. "A hot shower, that's what I need. To wash away the impurities of battle." The corridor is long, seemingly endless, which can only mean one thing: a boss fight. "Ahh wait, this means..." Shinobu quickly glances down at the minimap and notices a large pink S, which she's fast approaching. "Perfect. A little R&R for me." She dashes to the door and slides in, quick and soundless.
"Now, time...for...what the hell...?" This is something she wasn't prepared for: instead of a lovely, clean pink bathroom with an extravagant shower built in, it was...a dingy public bathroom, coated in grime, with a sink in one corner and a dingy toilet in the other. "Why...oh, you are fucking kidding me! This is that damn Travis' save room!" Her eyes dart around, taking in all the dirt and mess in the room; a pile of toilet paper in the corner, a faint smear on the toilet tank, scum all over the sink, inside and out. It's horrendous.
Grrggl An abrupt sensation of bloating sets upon her, and she feels a slight swelling in her stomach. A cramp soon sets in. "Crud. Looks like this isn't a bad room to be in after all." The young ninja warrior leans against the door, taking the load off her legs, which by this point in the day were getting weak. She slides her hand down her side and comes to rest at her thigh, rubbing, massaging her aching muscles. She sighs loudly. Much of her technique is based on acrobatics, and a great deal of stress is put on her thighs and ankles in the process, doing all those complicated jumps and balancing acts. "Well...I COULD use a seat, anyway...yeah, maybe."
She cautiously approaches the sink, catching her reflection in the mirror. She sheathes her katana, now staring at herself through a layer of grunge, the mirror covered in fingerprints and unidentifiable smears. For a moment she plays with her silver hair, tossing it and turning her head to and fro to get a better look. She curls her lips into a cocky grin, now convinced of her beauty. Humility never was Shinobu's strong suit. Farrt Crimson spreads across her face, a strong blush forming against her ebony cheeks. Frrt! "Jeez, I wasn't expecting that. This is not moe. Not moe at all." Then the smell. The bathroom was bad enough, smelling like the septic tank was installed on the wrong end, but Shinobu's "little toot" was just plain nasty.
She glances around the room once again, finally settling her eyes on the filthy porcelain commode. "Well, I've come this far. And I really need to save." She sighs and finally gives in to her natural urge and need for data backup and hitches up the ruffles of her black dress, feeling her gloved hand brushing her thighs. About to slide a thumb into the wasteband of her (also black) panties, she thinks about the state of the toilet, especially the seat. No sanity person would ever place their bare bottom on a seat like that. She thinks a moment and, realizing what she needs to do, steps up in front of the toilet and carefully slides her panties down to her knees, bending slightly so that her butt was placed above the bowl, making sure to lift the seat up with her foot first. A few moments pass. "This isn't right..." She squats down a little lower.
SAVE? Y/N
Y
Pfft "Alright, now to save I guess I just...go." She looks straight ahead, blushing. "And I bet you're enjoying this, aren't you? An innocent young girl voiding her bowels. Hmph. Sick." She relaxes control of her bladder and releases all of her pee, stored up for several hours. PsssssssPSSSSHHH She quickly looks down and sees that she wasn't positioned correctly, and wound up relieving herself all over the floor. Urine seeps into the cracks between the stained-brown tiles. "Damn! It's getting all over my shoes. Now I have to clean them off before even thinking about taking that psycho on." She leans further back and lets out the last few drops in the water. She then squints her eyes and gives a little push. "Mmph!" She lays her hands on her knees, trying to stablize herself. She angles herself forward and continues. "Mmm. Nnngh...!" The thick, knobbly head of a log appears at her hole, stretching her wide and stopping her up. "I don't have any time for this." She slowly reaches for her sheath, carefully removing the blade, then grabs the hilt and presses the tip of the blade into the floor. She grips the end of the hilt, pushing down with all her strength.
Now that she was properly braced, she began to get serious. By now the turd had retreated, and she was "desperately struggling" to get it back out. "Mmmnngh!" She grit her teeth and slammed her eyelids together, begging for a quick release. Pffffffft A blast of air, much like Shinobu herself: silent, but deadly. "Unngh!" A harder push, this time coercing her dump back to her poo canal. "God, fucking...THIS is the real boss." Her grasp tightens while her knuckles get white, contrasting with her skin tone. Her face on the other hand is deep red. Pfft brrt Another small round of gas escapes her ass, filling the room with a horrible, reaking stench. The smell is now so bad, Shinobu is slightly dizzy. She wants to place a hand over her nose, or wave away the smell, but both her hands are placed firmly on the hilt of her katana, and until this load is dropped, they're not going anywhere.
SAVING...
And now she held on even tighter, giving one gigantic, straining thrust, quivering where she stood and hoping her legs wouldn't give out. "MmmmnngghhuuunnGGHHH!!!" The shit slithered through her passage, tearing her asshole apart. "M...Mu-MOE~!" A small drop of blood ran down the surface of the wide, cracked brick, which in turn finally crashed down into the bowl, splashing up on her chocolate-colored ass and highly-decorative panties. Crkklk KerSPLUNK! "Aaaghhh! Oh my god! Damn it."
GAME SAVED!
She gradually pulls herself up by her sword, attempting to stand without crashing to the ground and covering herself in pee. Finally she's up, as she reaches for the toilet paper to clean her throbbing crevice. The paper is mixed with brown and red, and even trying to wipe is painful. Finally she's finished, and pulls her underwear to her curvaceous hips. "This is wet. NOT moe." She grabs the roll of TP and uses it to wipe off the sink. She then sits on the edge and removes her shoes, beginning the burdensome task of wiping them off and drying them, so they can actually be used without slipping or creating an embarassing stink.
After a time, she emerges from the save room once more, ready for anything at this point. "Still stings, but at least I feel better. I gotta do that again." She grins and whips her sword out. Shinobu flies towards the boss room, amped to cause someone ELSE pain.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Fog Advisory - Chapter 1: Self-Inflicted
A well-toned leg descends gently back down to the ground, recovering from a powerful kick landed on a makeshift practice dummy moments before. The leg belongs to young Chie Satonaka, presently taking up most of the backyard with her equipment (as well as running about the area in a flurry of activity). She is practicing her "martial arts" (entirely self-taught) and is just wrapping up her latest session. A brisk fall breeze sails through the trees, drifting down into the yard and sending a chill through Chie's body, forcing her to convulse and instinctively clap her hands to her side, trying to extract some warmth from the motion and impact. Her body was now achingly cold; it was clearly time to call it a day.
Chie spends the next 15 minutes clearing up the backyard; putting her equipment away, towelling off and, as per her orders from her parents, raking the lawn. "Uggh, this is too strenuous for one day...I need a nap." Chie threw the rake down on the grass, climbing inside the house and padding towards her room, slamming the door and throwing herself onto the futon. She tries (and fails) to remove her jacket while laying face-down on the futon, and decides to just roll over and pull the zipper down. She throws herself right-side-up and grabs the metal zipper, yanking down. She yanks again. Something is wrong. "Oh no, the zipper froze. Seriously? Ugghh! Fine whatever, I'll just let it...warm...up..." Her voice drifts, her grogginess becomes apparent. She lays down, pulling the covers over herself, settling in for a well-deserved rest. "Too much work for one day...hmmm..." She closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, breathing naturally and rhythmically, her legs wriggling about, trying to find a comfortable position to lie...
A few hours later, Chie opens her eyes slightly, stirring from her rest, seeing only fuzz instead of her room. She closes her eyes and places her hand on her stomach, relaxed. And...
The fog descends.
After a moment it becomes apparent something is wrong. Her stomach feels odd. Pressure starts welling up in her gut, her hands begin to feel a bit clammy...
A big one is on the way.
"Oh boy, this always happens when I overdue it for a few days in a row..." Indeed, she'd been training almost nonstop for several days, for hours at a time. All that excitement and exercise tends to stimulate her bowels, and produces giant "creations." She flipped her weary eyelids open and looked around the room, finally spotting a notepad on the desk. She got up and reached over, seizing the paper, and read over the list she'd prepared. It was all part of her training regimen; she would work on a few different things each day. She made to grab a pen, over on the other side of the desk, but bending over put pressure on her abdomen, and she let off a little fart. Prrft. Uhh...that was a wet one. Jeez. She grabbed the pen and began to make an addendum to the list. She scanned to the bottom of the list and wrote the words "Bowel Control." There, I'm not messing with this problem again. I've been screwed over too many times because I have to "go." I'm gonna end this. She pumps her fist into the air, a huge grin spreading across her face. "Fired up! Yes!" She realized it was probably odd saying that out of the blue, and quickly shut up again.
She looked over at the clock: 6:22 PM. Ok, let's hold this until...9. That's a good time, I think, to start out. She sat down at the desk, and realized she was still wearing her coat. No wonder it was so warm in here. It's probably defrosted by now... She made to unzip, and came upon a horrible realization: the zipper was stuck. The jacket was not coming off for the time being, unless she ripped it off of course. Oh no! I don't know how I'll get this damn thing off...oh boy, it's hot in here now. Shit. This is going to be a little harder than I thought. Sweat rolled down her back, and she rested her head in her hands, resting her arms on the desk. Pressure began building in her intestines again, and this time she could feel solid waste widening the corridors of her bowels, pushing it's way to her rectum. She leaned to one side and farted again. Brrt! The mass of digested food jumped forward, propelled by the expullsion. Oh shit! Gotta try not to do that, it'll just speed it along. Chie pucked her anus, determined not to pass gas again until it was time.
6:43 PM. Other than a little pressure, Chie wasn't feeling any discomfort whatsoever. Piece of cake! she thought. She decided she may as well multitask and try to get some studying done. Grrgl Her stomach lurched, as if in response to her previous thought. It seemed to say: There's still plenty of time left.
7:30 PM. The pressure was now getting intense. A cramp formed in her lower half, which she tried to massage away with little success. She decided to take a break from studying, so she just sat in the chair staring into space. She ground her rump into the seat whilst wriggling around, trying to keep the monster at bay. She could feel the tip of a leviathon pushing open her rectum, trying to force it's way into her panties. She gasped slightly and pushed it back hard. She swung her head over to spot the clock: 7:32 PM. It's going to be a long night...
7:50 PM. By now, the heat was getting to her. Chie wiped her brow, which was thick with sweat. Prrrbbrtt A fart escaped her bottom, echoing off the chair and filling the room with a rich perfume, which smelled of meat and half-rotten fruit. Oh my god this is rank! This is terrible, I'm really suffering here. How much longer? She looked at the clock again. Just over an hour to go. Hang in there, your will is your strength!
8:24 PM. The pain was now becoming unbearable. Chie fell to the floor and lay in a crumpled heap, clutching her stomach and gritting her teeth. Her eyes were shut tight, and her tight asshole was on full alert, passing a tremendous fart every few seconds. Prrt! PffBRRT!! Nononono please don't shit myself pleeeaasse! I have to make it...“The possession of anything begins in the mind”...alright, I can do this. Get fired up, c'mon! She sat up on the floor, still grabbing at her guts, the force of the movement putting strain on them and forcing more gas out. PRRRT! Oh shit that was so wet, I better check myself...oh god... She reached around her backside and pressed against the butt of her jeans. Dry. "Phew! Close call." Between the heat and the intense urge to defecate, Chie was now sweating like a pig, her entire face red and glistening. Her entire body felt numb and clammy, and she was beginning to feel dizzy. She grabbed a nearby pillow and squeezed for dear life.
8:49 PM. Chie was now "turtle-heading." She felt a massive log pushing the walls of her colon to the breaking point, forcing down to her hole. The tip was now poking out slightly, to the point where she could now detect the odor. It was VERY strong, just like...a freshly cooked... Steak. Ohh I should stop eating so much steak, this is what it gets me... She now had one hand permanently glued to her posterior. She was fighting a losing battle, and retreat seemed like the only option. On top of all this, the accident-waiting-to-happen in her bowels was now pushing on her bladder, making her very desperate to urinate. Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee gotta peeeee! Oh god how much longer? 8:55 PM. "Five minutes!" In her excitement she slipped and yelled this out loud. She blushed and looked around her, hoping no one heard. Another cramp sets upon her and she clutches her butt even harder. C'mooon, almost there...
8:58 PM. Suddenly a problem presents itself. Chie tries to stand up, and immediately sits back down. If she tries to walk to the bathroom, she will lose control. Oh shit! No! ...Mission failed, I have to surrender. Game over... 8:59 PM. Chie shifts around, hoping for something to save her at the last moment, or maybe a second wind to make it to the bathroom in time. Just as she is about to squat and let go in her panties...
The fog lifted.
After a quick scan of the room, she spots the trash can in the corner. She carefully lifts herself up, hunched over and grabbing her ass and crotch, and stumbles over to the can, grabbing a box of tissues on the way. No choice gotta poo gotta pee gotta go right now oh craaap. She grabs the can and swung it into the center of the room, still hunched over. Quickly, she pulls her pants and panties down in one swift movement and slams her ass down onto the rim of the container, letting go a few drops of piss in doing so. Sweat drips down her backside as she began her release.
9:01 PM. Niagra falls descends upon Inaba. The plastic garbage bag inside the can rattles ferociously, reacting to the sheer force of Chie's desperate stream. The crinkling is so furious as to render onomatopoeia impossible; as if a thousand shadows were released from the TV World, and were drowned in an ocean of pee. Oh god I REALLY needed that. I feel like a water balloon that's just popped.. "Hehe, stupid..." She giggles. Frrt! Whoa, train's leaving the station...
"Mmn..." a tight-lipped grunt issues from Chie's vocal chords as she gives her sphincter muscles a push, revealing the true girth of the log, which is already crawling out, attempting to break free. Huge...it's like a soda can! A vivid hypothetical scenario plays out in her head, where she really is "giving birth" to a can of soda, and the pressure from her tight asshole caused the can to pop open and shoot out, spraying up her back in the process. I spend too much time around Yukiko, thinking of this silly stuff.. Still, she giggles. It's a bizarre image, but one she could really get behind: this turd is stuck.
Ah! Maybe if I hurry, I can still get to the toilet, rather...than... Chie looks down at her panties: soiled. A thin brown mark staining the seat of her underwear, giving off a slight odor. ...No, bad idea. Sheesh... "Nngh!" A sudden urgent grunt: the log slides down past her hole and begins plummeting into the bag. Crrkkl CRNKL! "Oh sh-!" She stops herself short, realizing she needs to quiet down; she's not the only one in the house. Good thing I didn't try to go to the toilet.
Then the smell. A wave of nausea-inducing shit odor wafts up between Chie's well-defined thighs, rising into the air and filling the room with the pungent scent of her droppings. She gags and waves a hand in front of her face, gripping her nose tightly with the other. SHEESH! I REALLY need to stop eating so much steak. I better open the window after this. A second load takes it's place and exits her ass, along with a handful of liquid built up from holding it so long. Pfft crrkllk prRRT BLRURT!! The bag shakes and Chie almost falls off from the unexpected force. Holy crap! I'm never holding it this long again, this was a terrible idea! Starting to feel empty. Maybe only one more to go.
Prrt Another putrid expulsion, depriving the room of even more fresh air. "Ahh...hnngh..." A gutteral groan welcomes the final act. Chie is prepared to dump her final load on top of the mushy pile she's already left, and after a moment of intense concentration, it pokes it's head out. Immediately, it tries to retreat back into it's cave. Oh no you don't...I'm putting an end to this. "RrrnnHNNGH!" CrracklleecrkrPLMP The bag doesn't even make a sound. "Ahh...oh god..." Chie breathes a deep sigh of relief, says a quick prayer and reaches for the tissues. She carefully slides the paper up and down her aching hole, the back of her hand sliding against her round butt and making her blush. She throws the paper in the can, wipes a second time and then wipes her pussy. Done! She stares in the bag and realizes why the last load didn't make a noise: almost half the bag was filled, and it landed right on top of the rest of her leavings. Oh god...I better ditch this fast.
She bundles up the bag (trying not to puke at the stench) and slips out into the hallway. She walks quickly to the front door, opens it and...
"Oh, hi Chie." Her father. Oh...shit. "Uh..hi dad. Just...taking...the garbage out."
"Oh, right....what's that smell?"
"Uhh..."
Chie spends the next 15 minutes clearing up the backyard; putting her equipment away, towelling off and, as per her orders from her parents, raking the lawn. "Uggh, this is too strenuous for one day...I need a nap." Chie threw the rake down on the grass, climbing inside the house and padding towards her room, slamming the door and throwing herself onto the futon. She tries (and fails) to remove her jacket while laying face-down on the futon, and decides to just roll over and pull the zipper down. She throws herself right-side-up and grabs the metal zipper, yanking down. She yanks again. Something is wrong. "Oh no, the zipper froze. Seriously? Ugghh! Fine whatever, I'll just let it...warm...up..." Her voice drifts, her grogginess becomes apparent. She lays down, pulling the covers over herself, settling in for a well-deserved rest. "Too much work for one day...hmmm..." She closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, breathing naturally and rhythmically, her legs wriggling about, trying to find a comfortable position to lie...
A few hours later, Chie opens her eyes slightly, stirring from her rest, seeing only fuzz instead of her room. She closes her eyes and places her hand on her stomach, relaxed. And...
The fog descends.
After a moment it becomes apparent something is wrong. Her stomach feels odd. Pressure starts welling up in her gut, her hands begin to feel a bit clammy...
A big one is on the way.
"Oh boy, this always happens when I overdue it for a few days in a row..." Indeed, she'd been training almost nonstop for several days, for hours at a time. All that excitement and exercise tends to stimulate her bowels, and produces giant "creations." She flipped her weary eyelids open and looked around the room, finally spotting a notepad on the desk. She got up and reached over, seizing the paper, and read over the list she'd prepared. It was all part of her training regimen; she would work on a few different things each day. She made to grab a pen, over on the other side of the desk, but bending over put pressure on her abdomen, and she let off a little fart. Prrft. Uhh...that was a wet one. Jeez. She grabbed the pen and began to make an addendum to the list. She scanned to the bottom of the list and wrote the words "Bowel Control." There, I'm not messing with this problem again. I've been screwed over too many times because I have to "go." I'm gonna end this. She pumps her fist into the air, a huge grin spreading across her face. "Fired up! Yes!" She realized it was probably odd saying that out of the blue, and quickly shut up again.
She looked over at the clock: 6:22 PM. Ok, let's hold this until...9. That's a good time, I think, to start out. She sat down at the desk, and realized she was still wearing her coat. No wonder it was so warm in here. It's probably defrosted by now... She made to unzip, and came upon a horrible realization: the zipper was stuck. The jacket was not coming off for the time being, unless she ripped it off of course. Oh no! I don't know how I'll get this damn thing off...oh boy, it's hot in here now. Shit. This is going to be a little harder than I thought. Sweat rolled down her back, and she rested her head in her hands, resting her arms on the desk. Pressure began building in her intestines again, and this time she could feel solid waste widening the corridors of her bowels, pushing it's way to her rectum. She leaned to one side and farted again. Brrt! The mass of digested food jumped forward, propelled by the expullsion. Oh shit! Gotta try not to do that, it'll just speed it along. Chie pucked her anus, determined not to pass gas again until it was time.
6:43 PM. Other than a little pressure, Chie wasn't feeling any discomfort whatsoever. Piece of cake! she thought. She decided she may as well multitask and try to get some studying done. Grrgl Her stomach lurched, as if in response to her previous thought. It seemed to say: There's still plenty of time left.
7:30 PM. The pressure was now getting intense. A cramp formed in her lower half, which she tried to massage away with little success. She decided to take a break from studying, so she just sat in the chair staring into space. She ground her rump into the seat whilst wriggling around, trying to keep the monster at bay. She could feel the tip of a leviathon pushing open her rectum, trying to force it's way into her panties. She gasped slightly and pushed it back hard. She swung her head over to spot the clock: 7:32 PM. It's going to be a long night...
7:50 PM. By now, the heat was getting to her. Chie wiped her brow, which was thick with sweat. Prrrbbrtt A fart escaped her bottom, echoing off the chair and filling the room with a rich perfume, which smelled of meat and half-rotten fruit. Oh my god this is rank! This is terrible, I'm really suffering here. How much longer? She looked at the clock again. Just over an hour to go. Hang in there, your will is your strength!
8:24 PM. The pain was now becoming unbearable. Chie fell to the floor and lay in a crumpled heap, clutching her stomach and gritting her teeth. Her eyes were shut tight, and her tight asshole was on full alert, passing a tremendous fart every few seconds. Prrt! PffBRRT!! Nononono please don't shit myself pleeeaasse! I have to make it...“The possession of anything begins in the mind”...alright, I can do this. Get fired up, c'mon! She sat up on the floor, still grabbing at her guts, the force of the movement putting strain on them and forcing more gas out. PRRRT! Oh shit that was so wet, I better check myself...oh god... She reached around her backside and pressed against the butt of her jeans. Dry. "Phew! Close call." Between the heat and the intense urge to defecate, Chie was now sweating like a pig, her entire face red and glistening. Her entire body felt numb and clammy, and she was beginning to feel dizzy. She grabbed a nearby pillow and squeezed for dear life.
8:49 PM. Chie was now "turtle-heading." She felt a massive log pushing the walls of her colon to the breaking point, forcing down to her hole. The tip was now poking out slightly, to the point where she could now detect the odor. It was VERY strong, just like...a freshly cooked... Steak. Ohh I should stop eating so much steak, this is what it gets me... She now had one hand permanently glued to her posterior. She was fighting a losing battle, and retreat seemed like the only option. On top of all this, the accident-waiting-to-happen in her bowels was now pushing on her bladder, making her very desperate to urinate. Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee gotta peeeee! Oh god how much longer? 8:55 PM. "Five minutes!" In her excitement she slipped and yelled this out loud. She blushed and looked around her, hoping no one heard. Another cramp sets upon her and she clutches her butt even harder. C'mooon, almost there...
8:58 PM. Suddenly a problem presents itself. Chie tries to stand up, and immediately sits back down. If she tries to walk to the bathroom, she will lose control. Oh shit! No! ...Mission failed, I have to surrender. Game over... 8:59 PM. Chie shifts around, hoping for something to save her at the last moment, or maybe a second wind to make it to the bathroom in time. Just as she is about to squat and let go in her panties...
The fog lifted.
After a quick scan of the room, she spots the trash can in the corner. She carefully lifts herself up, hunched over and grabbing her ass and crotch, and stumbles over to the can, grabbing a box of tissues on the way. No choice gotta poo gotta pee gotta go right now oh craaap. She grabs the can and swung it into the center of the room, still hunched over. Quickly, she pulls her pants and panties down in one swift movement and slams her ass down onto the rim of the container, letting go a few drops of piss in doing so. Sweat drips down her backside as she began her release.
9:01 PM. Niagra falls descends upon Inaba. The plastic garbage bag inside the can rattles ferociously, reacting to the sheer force of Chie's desperate stream. The crinkling is so furious as to render onomatopoeia impossible; as if a thousand shadows were released from the TV World, and were drowned in an ocean of pee. Oh god I REALLY needed that. I feel like a water balloon that's just popped.. "Hehe, stupid..." She giggles. Frrt! Whoa, train's leaving the station...
"Mmn..." a tight-lipped grunt issues from Chie's vocal chords as she gives her sphincter muscles a push, revealing the true girth of the log, which is already crawling out, attempting to break free. Huge...it's like a soda can! A vivid hypothetical scenario plays out in her head, where she really is "giving birth" to a can of soda, and the pressure from her tight asshole caused the can to pop open and shoot out, spraying up her back in the process. I spend too much time around Yukiko, thinking of this silly stuff.. Still, she giggles. It's a bizarre image, but one she could really get behind: this turd is stuck.
Ah! Maybe if I hurry, I can still get to the toilet, rather...than... Chie looks down at her panties: soiled. A thin brown mark staining the seat of her underwear, giving off a slight odor. ...No, bad idea. Sheesh... "Nngh!" A sudden urgent grunt: the log slides down past her hole and begins plummeting into the bag. Crrkkl CRNKL! "Oh sh-!" She stops herself short, realizing she needs to quiet down; she's not the only one in the house. Good thing I didn't try to go to the toilet.
Then the smell. A wave of nausea-inducing shit odor wafts up between Chie's well-defined thighs, rising into the air and filling the room with the pungent scent of her droppings. She gags and waves a hand in front of her face, gripping her nose tightly with the other. SHEESH! I REALLY need to stop eating so much steak. I better open the window after this. A second load takes it's place and exits her ass, along with a handful of liquid built up from holding it so long. Pfft crrkllk prRRT BLRURT!! The bag shakes and Chie almost falls off from the unexpected force. Holy crap! I'm never holding it this long again, this was a terrible idea! Starting to feel empty. Maybe only one more to go.
Prrt Another putrid expulsion, depriving the room of even more fresh air. "Ahh...hnngh..." A gutteral groan welcomes the final act. Chie is prepared to dump her final load on top of the mushy pile she's already left, and after a moment of intense concentration, it pokes it's head out. Immediately, it tries to retreat back into it's cave. Oh no you don't...I'm putting an end to this. "RrrnnHNNGH!" CrracklleecrkrPLMP The bag doesn't even make a sound. "Ahh...oh god..." Chie breathes a deep sigh of relief, says a quick prayer and reaches for the tissues. She carefully slides the paper up and down her aching hole, the back of her hand sliding against her round butt and making her blush. She throws the paper in the can, wipes a second time and then wipes her pussy. Done! She stares in the bag and realizes why the last load didn't make a noise: almost half the bag was filled, and it landed right on top of the rest of her leavings. Oh god...I better ditch this fast.
She bundles up the bag (trying not to puke at the stench) and slips out into the hallway. She walks quickly to the front door, opens it and...
"Oh, hi Chie." Her father. Oh...shit. "Uh..hi dad. Just...taking...the garbage out."
"Oh, right....what's that smell?"
"Uhh..."
Two In Harmony Surpasses One In Perfection - Chapter 2: One In Perfection
Mitsuru Kirijo nervously paced the floor of her lavish room, stopping every once in a while to sit her ample rump down on the sofa. The things I ordered should be here today. I'm still not sure about this... Just thinking about her plan was making her blush. But it was too late; it was all ordered, and besides, her "plumbing" had been backed up the last two days. I've tried doing this without any aid before, but...I've never used anything like this. I don't know what to expect.
There was a short pounding at the door, and Mitsuru stood up, adjusting her clothes before walking over and asking who was there. "It's Fuuka" came a meek voice from the other side of the door. "There's a package for you, Senpai." "Thank you Yamagishi." Mitsuru opened the door and relieved Fuuka of the package, bending down slightly to correct the difference in stature; Mitsuru was very tall, while Fuuka was very short.
"Uhm, Senpai? Is something wrong? You look flushed." Fuuka's face screwed up as she studied Mitsuru's features, the red shade only intensifying. "It's nothing. Thank you for bringing me this." Fuuka smiled a little, still cautiously examining Mitsuru's face. "No problem. Well, goodbye." Fuuka stepped out of the doorway, closing the door behind her. That was strange... Fuuka was concerned, but thought less of it the farther away she got. Mitsuru listened carefully to her footsteps as she walked away, down the stairs, trailing off halfway down. Now...I'm alone...I should open this.
She set the box down on the table, sitting at the sofa yet again, never removing her eyes from the box. Ok, need something to open...aha. I have an idea. Mitsuru looked down at her recently manicured nails. I'm sure they're strong enough to handle this. She hooked the nail of her right index finger under a gap in the cardboard, running the mostly sharp edge along the tape, tearing it slightly. The nail remained undamaged throughout the process. After the tape was removed, Mitsuru sat still, as if expecting the contents to remove themselves, without needing her intervention. Finally, she leaned closer in, stopping to eye her surroundings, making sure no one was lurking around. She reached into the tabs and pulled them apart, revealing not a few packing peanuts. Pushing them out of the way, she grabbed the true contents of the box and laid it on the table.
It's...very red. Mitsuru looked up and down the vibrator, still in it's plastic casing, from end to end, over and over and over again. It's larger than I expected. I'm not sure about this... It wasn't too late to return it: it was still in the plastic. No, I can do this, it's not so bad...
This time her nails wouldn't work, so Mitsuru searched her room for a knife, finally settling on a particularly sharp pair of scissors in the end table by the bed. She slipped her fingers into the scissor's handle loops and carefully cut away the plastic, until the box was finally open. She ran her fingers across the textured surface of the toy, feeling an ocassional subtle ridge or bump along the shaft, and a definite rough texture near the top. It's a very odd device. Why does it need to have such a bizarre surface? Does that really aid...stimulation? She began blushing again, thinking about what it would feel like.
Now feeling rather curious and exploratory, she undoes the button on her designer jeans, unzips the fly and displays a pair of lacy black panties to no one in particular (except herself) Her fingers seem to slide themselves down her blouse, spending entirely too much time on each button, pulling the sides of the blouse apart so that her bra was in plain view. The bra was perhaps a little too tight on her chest, and for some reason felt as if it were even tighter now. Wait...the others are all here today. And awake. I shouldn't, not yet. I'll wait until tonight.
She put the vibrator back in the box, hiding it under the couch and disposing of the cardboard shipping box and it's many packing peanuts.
*That night - 12:15 AM*
This is very nerve-wracking; I wasn't even able to take a shower this evening, I'm far too nervous. Well, I suppose it's time... Mitsuru removed the vibe from under the couch, placing it on the table next to the other tool she'd be using tonight: a simple, beige plastic bucket, filled halfway with water. Yukari suggested masturbation as a way of relieving constipation. She...did mean WHILE passing the bowel movement, right? She didn't say much about it... Mitsuru was a little unsure of how to continue now. But she did know one thing: she couldn't do this in the bathroom. It was hard enough playing with herself alone (which she rarely did), let alone where there was a chance someone else might walk in. Well...I believe I should start now. A long period of relaxation might be necessary.
This time, she hesitated a little while unbuttoning her pants, but eventually she had them undone and pulled down to just above her knees. She sank into the couch and took a few deep breaths, focusing on the dim candlelight she'd set up around the room to set the mood. A little cliche, but it helped. She looked over at the toy on the table, the red plastic gleaming in the candlelight, it's phallic shape making Mitsuru feel a little awkward. Still, she wondered again what it would feel like...
Her fingers immediately sensed her curiosity, moving again back down to her blouse buttons, this time working faster and more efficiently, eager to get down to the main event. She paused to imagine how she must look sitting there, with her pants at her knees and her blouse open, ready to pleasure herself in an entirely new and mysterious way. She blushed.
She could feel her hands aching again, her fingers finally tired of undoing buttons, thirsting for more. She ran her palm all the way down her bulging chest, across her flat, well-toned stomach and finally down to her curvaceous hips, pausing briefly to massage her curves, working around to her thighs and butt, lifting her rear up just to get a feel. It's a shame that something has to come out of that, it feels so...soft... Mitsuru was now losing herself to the discovery of her beautiful body. She pushed her pants down below her knees, which were now pressed together, her legs sitting askew. She at last reached up behind her back and pressed the hook on her bra off, letting it fall down to her waist, exposing her gorgeous, large breasts, swollen from arousal, her nipples already erect. She couldn't hold back any longer, sliding her fingers into her moist panties, feeling a few wet curly hairs brushing the tips of her fingers and her nails lightly. She felt her way over to her clitoris, lightly touching it. "Mnn" she moaned, closing her eyes and letting her mouth drop slightly. She began to rub harder, feeling little electric shocks all around her body, her brain shutting down.
I think I'm aroused now...ohh...right, I better start then... Her thoughts were clouded, too focused on her sexuality to concetrate on anything. She grabbed the bucket by the rim and placed it on the floor. Standing up, she hooked her thumb into her panties and pulled them down to her ankles, along with her jeans, stepping one leg out of them, leaving the other alone. She squatted down over the bucket, so that her ass just barely connected with the rim. She grabbed the soft plastic vibrator off the table. It really felt more like rubber. I hope Takeba was right, or else this would be a very weird scene... She giggled to herself, imagining what the other dorm members might think if they knew about this. She turned red yet again.
She left her simple white blouse on while she played with the toy's control. Adjustable vibration intensity, the power switch over there, it could even change how far apart the vibrations pulsed. I'm overwhelmed. How do I know what the optimal settings for me are...? But she decided to take a stab at it anyway, and flipped it on to the lowest settings, pressing it length-wise against her slit, rubbing herself with the pleasure wand. "Oohh that's excellent..." She blurted, almost immediately regretting it. I need to be more quiet. Nobody can hear this, I couldn't tolerate the humilation. Yet, despite her thoughts being centered around getting caught and the embarassment and humiliation that brings, she found herself sinking deeper and deeper into passionate lust.
Well...I need to get started, it's been long enough. She continued rubbing her soaking wet pussy (after turning the vibe up to a higher setting, with fast, steady pulses), giving a small push to her back exit. An airy fart exited her hole, leaving a dry, mild scent in the air. Pffft. She stayed still for a moment, concentrating on her anus, monitoring the slightest movements she felt. Her entire face was now beet-red, her lips pressed tightly together. The vibrator slipped and entered a little farther into her cunt than she was expecting, causing her to jump and moan at the same time. "Nnnaahh!" After recovering, she attempted to get her bowels moving again, letting go another burst of gas. Frrrt. This one sounded a bit more wet. Wait...ahh I feel something. A humungous log started moving into her colon, creating pressure all around her lower abdomen and even as far as her anus. "Nnnehh." She whined. It hurt and the pressure was uncomfortable...and yet...something about the way it was pressing the walls of her colon was very... Arousing. Things such as this shouldn't be arousing... She threw her head back and inserted the vibe even deeper into her love canal, groaning in ecstasy as she did. "Mmmnngghhhaahhh!"
The sudden burst of raw sex caused her to push on her colon, sending the mass of poo closer to her rectum. Mitsuru gasped. Is it...working? Oh my god, this feels so amazing, I don't even have to put any effort into this... The shit slowly stretched her asshole wide, growing in diameter the farther it came out. Crrrklklklll "Uuunnh!" Mitsuru grunted straight from her throat, forgetting where she was and not caring who heard. With her left hand still massaging her aching vag, her right hand shot down to the rim of the bucket, pushing down with all her weight, her bum now caressing the edge of the container. She leaned over to one side and started panting rhythmically, feeling the pleasure of taking a giant dump. Crrkll Oh my god...I think it's almost out. No, not yet..I...I haven't cum yet... "Ahh..." She moaned in desperate pleasure, now penetrating herself deeply with her pocket rocket, sighing heavily whenever it went in or out. She bit her lip and gave one last big push, dropping a load into the water. Crrkllll...FLOOMP!!...crrkklplop...PLOP "UHHNNAAAHH!" She screamed, water splashing up and hitting her backside, slipping on the bucket and almost falling over. Her legs were having a hard time of supporting her weight, as orgasm was just around the corner.
Finally, after all this time (how long had it been? five minutes, ten minutes, an hour...?), she lurched forward, grabbing the coffee table for support, holding the vibrator with one hand and riding it with her hips, thrusting her ass against the couch. She massaged her breasts roughly as she went, grunting on each thrust, feeling a surge of energy collecting around her waist. Oh my...this is it... She gripped the table so hard the glass almost cracked, and her legs were now shaking like there was an earthquake. She let out one mighty gasp and it came to a close: a mind-shattering, body-numbing, earth-quaking orgasm. "Yyyeaa...UHH!" She felt more juice running down her legs, pooling in and around the bucket. Her legs finally gave out, and her hips just barely missed the bucket as she crashed to the floor, curling up and trying not to fall asleep. She was truly exhausted, and a nap sounded really good about now...
After composing herself (and wiping with some tissue paper she had on the table), she dressed and checked the hall, to make sure no one was around. She ran up the stairs and to the dorm bathroom, dumping the contents of the bucket (one big lump of poo and a 12" log sunk to the bottom) into the toilet and flushing. By some miracle, it actually went down without clogging. (However, it did leave one small brown streak. Hopefully no one would notice.) Mitsuru washed out the bucket and carried it back to her room, undressing again and throwing herself on the bed for a well-deserved rest.
The next day, Mitsuru went down to the dorm's living area, settling down on the couch to catch up on her reading. Yukari walked by, heading out to get something to eat with a friend. "Ah, Takeba, please come here." Mitsuru beckoned. "Yes, senpai?" Mitsuru leaned in close, and whispered into Yukari's ear: "Uhm...thank you...for your...help. That was valuable advice." Yukari paused for a moment, nodded, and said "You're welcome." She walked out the door, and Mitsuru grinned. It wasn't something I would have figured out myself, at any rate...though I'm glad I did.
Halfway to her destination, Yukari started blushing. She stopped dead in her tracks, feeling a cold sweat coming on, vomit half rising to her throat. Oh. My. God. She didn't mean...
There was a short pounding at the door, and Mitsuru stood up, adjusting her clothes before walking over and asking who was there. "It's Fuuka" came a meek voice from the other side of the door. "There's a package for you, Senpai." "Thank you Yamagishi." Mitsuru opened the door and relieved Fuuka of the package, bending down slightly to correct the difference in stature; Mitsuru was very tall, while Fuuka was very short.
"Uhm, Senpai? Is something wrong? You look flushed." Fuuka's face screwed up as she studied Mitsuru's features, the red shade only intensifying. "It's nothing. Thank you for bringing me this." Fuuka smiled a little, still cautiously examining Mitsuru's face. "No problem. Well, goodbye." Fuuka stepped out of the doorway, closing the door behind her. That was strange... Fuuka was concerned, but thought less of it the farther away she got. Mitsuru listened carefully to her footsteps as she walked away, down the stairs, trailing off halfway down. Now...I'm alone...I should open this.
She set the box down on the table, sitting at the sofa yet again, never removing her eyes from the box. Ok, need something to open...aha. I have an idea. Mitsuru looked down at her recently manicured nails. I'm sure they're strong enough to handle this. She hooked the nail of her right index finger under a gap in the cardboard, running the mostly sharp edge along the tape, tearing it slightly. The nail remained undamaged throughout the process. After the tape was removed, Mitsuru sat still, as if expecting the contents to remove themselves, without needing her intervention. Finally, she leaned closer in, stopping to eye her surroundings, making sure no one was lurking around. She reached into the tabs and pulled them apart, revealing not a few packing peanuts. Pushing them out of the way, she grabbed the true contents of the box and laid it on the table.
It's...very red. Mitsuru looked up and down the vibrator, still in it's plastic casing, from end to end, over and over and over again. It's larger than I expected. I'm not sure about this... It wasn't too late to return it: it was still in the plastic. No, I can do this, it's not so bad...
This time her nails wouldn't work, so Mitsuru searched her room for a knife, finally settling on a particularly sharp pair of scissors in the end table by the bed. She slipped her fingers into the scissor's handle loops and carefully cut away the plastic, until the box was finally open. She ran her fingers across the textured surface of the toy, feeling an ocassional subtle ridge or bump along the shaft, and a definite rough texture near the top. It's a very odd device. Why does it need to have such a bizarre surface? Does that really aid...stimulation? She began blushing again, thinking about what it would feel like.
Now feeling rather curious and exploratory, she undoes the button on her designer jeans, unzips the fly and displays a pair of lacy black panties to no one in particular (except herself) Her fingers seem to slide themselves down her blouse, spending entirely too much time on each button, pulling the sides of the blouse apart so that her bra was in plain view. The bra was perhaps a little too tight on her chest, and for some reason felt as if it were even tighter now. Wait...the others are all here today. And awake. I shouldn't, not yet. I'll wait until tonight.
She put the vibrator back in the box, hiding it under the couch and disposing of the cardboard shipping box and it's many packing peanuts.
*That night - 12:15 AM*
This is very nerve-wracking; I wasn't even able to take a shower this evening, I'm far too nervous. Well, I suppose it's time... Mitsuru removed the vibe from under the couch, placing it on the table next to the other tool she'd be using tonight: a simple, beige plastic bucket, filled halfway with water. Yukari suggested masturbation as a way of relieving constipation. She...did mean WHILE passing the bowel movement, right? She didn't say much about it... Mitsuru was a little unsure of how to continue now. But she did know one thing: she couldn't do this in the bathroom. It was hard enough playing with herself alone (which she rarely did), let alone where there was a chance someone else might walk in. Well...I believe I should start now. A long period of relaxation might be necessary.
This time, she hesitated a little while unbuttoning her pants, but eventually she had them undone and pulled down to just above her knees. She sank into the couch and took a few deep breaths, focusing on the dim candlelight she'd set up around the room to set the mood. A little cliche, but it helped. She looked over at the toy on the table, the red plastic gleaming in the candlelight, it's phallic shape making Mitsuru feel a little awkward. Still, she wondered again what it would feel like...
Her fingers immediately sensed her curiosity, moving again back down to her blouse buttons, this time working faster and more efficiently, eager to get down to the main event. She paused to imagine how she must look sitting there, with her pants at her knees and her blouse open, ready to pleasure herself in an entirely new and mysterious way. She blushed.
She could feel her hands aching again, her fingers finally tired of undoing buttons, thirsting for more. She ran her palm all the way down her bulging chest, across her flat, well-toned stomach and finally down to her curvaceous hips, pausing briefly to massage her curves, working around to her thighs and butt, lifting her rear up just to get a feel. It's a shame that something has to come out of that, it feels so...soft... Mitsuru was now losing herself to the discovery of her beautiful body. She pushed her pants down below her knees, which were now pressed together, her legs sitting askew. She at last reached up behind her back and pressed the hook on her bra off, letting it fall down to her waist, exposing her gorgeous, large breasts, swollen from arousal, her nipples already erect. She couldn't hold back any longer, sliding her fingers into her moist panties, feeling a few wet curly hairs brushing the tips of her fingers and her nails lightly. She felt her way over to her clitoris, lightly touching it. "Mnn" she moaned, closing her eyes and letting her mouth drop slightly. She began to rub harder, feeling little electric shocks all around her body, her brain shutting down.
I think I'm aroused now...ohh...right, I better start then... Her thoughts were clouded, too focused on her sexuality to concetrate on anything. She grabbed the bucket by the rim and placed it on the floor. Standing up, she hooked her thumb into her panties and pulled them down to her ankles, along with her jeans, stepping one leg out of them, leaving the other alone. She squatted down over the bucket, so that her ass just barely connected with the rim. She grabbed the soft plastic vibrator off the table. It really felt more like rubber. I hope Takeba was right, or else this would be a very weird scene... She giggled to herself, imagining what the other dorm members might think if they knew about this. She turned red yet again.
She left her simple white blouse on while she played with the toy's control. Adjustable vibration intensity, the power switch over there, it could even change how far apart the vibrations pulsed. I'm overwhelmed. How do I know what the optimal settings for me are...? But she decided to take a stab at it anyway, and flipped it on to the lowest settings, pressing it length-wise against her slit, rubbing herself with the pleasure wand. "Oohh that's excellent..." She blurted, almost immediately regretting it. I need to be more quiet. Nobody can hear this, I couldn't tolerate the humilation. Yet, despite her thoughts being centered around getting caught and the embarassment and humiliation that brings, she found herself sinking deeper and deeper into passionate lust.
Well...I need to get started, it's been long enough. She continued rubbing her soaking wet pussy (after turning the vibe up to a higher setting, with fast, steady pulses), giving a small push to her back exit. An airy fart exited her hole, leaving a dry, mild scent in the air. Pffft. She stayed still for a moment, concentrating on her anus, monitoring the slightest movements she felt. Her entire face was now beet-red, her lips pressed tightly together. The vibrator slipped and entered a little farther into her cunt than she was expecting, causing her to jump and moan at the same time. "Nnnaahh!" After recovering, she attempted to get her bowels moving again, letting go another burst of gas. Frrrt. This one sounded a bit more wet. Wait...ahh I feel something. A humungous log started moving into her colon, creating pressure all around her lower abdomen and even as far as her anus. "Nnnehh." She whined. It hurt and the pressure was uncomfortable...and yet...something about the way it was pressing the walls of her colon was very... Arousing. Things such as this shouldn't be arousing... She threw her head back and inserted the vibe even deeper into her love canal, groaning in ecstasy as she did. "Mmmnngghhhaahhh!"
The sudden burst of raw sex caused her to push on her colon, sending the mass of poo closer to her rectum. Mitsuru gasped. Is it...working? Oh my god, this feels so amazing, I don't even have to put any effort into this... The shit slowly stretched her asshole wide, growing in diameter the farther it came out. Crrrklklklll "Uuunnh!" Mitsuru grunted straight from her throat, forgetting where she was and not caring who heard. With her left hand still massaging her aching vag, her right hand shot down to the rim of the bucket, pushing down with all her weight, her bum now caressing the edge of the container. She leaned over to one side and started panting rhythmically, feeling the pleasure of taking a giant dump. Crrkll Oh my god...I think it's almost out. No, not yet..I...I haven't cum yet... "Ahh..." She moaned in desperate pleasure, now penetrating herself deeply with her pocket rocket, sighing heavily whenever it went in or out. She bit her lip and gave one last big push, dropping a load into the water. Crrkllll...FLOOMP!!...crrkklplop...PLOP "UHHNNAAAHH!" She screamed, water splashing up and hitting her backside, slipping on the bucket and almost falling over. Her legs were having a hard time of supporting her weight, as orgasm was just around the corner.
Finally, after all this time (how long had it been? five minutes, ten minutes, an hour...?), she lurched forward, grabbing the coffee table for support, holding the vibrator with one hand and riding it with her hips, thrusting her ass against the couch. She massaged her breasts roughly as she went, grunting on each thrust, feeling a surge of energy collecting around her waist. Oh my...this is it... She gripped the table so hard the glass almost cracked, and her legs were now shaking like there was an earthquake. She let out one mighty gasp and it came to a close: a mind-shattering, body-numbing, earth-quaking orgasm. "Yyyeaa...UHH!" She felt more juice running down her legs, pooling in and around the bucket. Her legs finally gave out, and her hips just barely missed the bucket as she crashed to the floor, curling up and trying not to fall asleep. She was truly exhausted, and a nap sounded really good about now...
After composing herself (and wiping with some tissue paper she had on the table), she dressed and checked the hall, to make sure no one was around. She ran up the stairs and to the dorm bathroom, dumping the contents of the bucket (one big lump of poo and a 12" log sunk to the bottom) into the toilet and flushing. By some miracle, it actually went down without clogging. (However, it did leave one small brown streak. Hopefully no one would notice.) Mitsuru washed out the bucket and carried it back to her room, undressing again and throwing herself on the bed for a well-deserved rest.
The next day, Mitsuru went down to the dorm's living area, settling down on the couch to catch up on her reading. Yukari walked by, heading out to get something to eat with a friend. "Ah, Takeba, please come here." Mitsuru beckoned. "Yes, senpai?" Mitsuru leaned in close, and whispered into Yukari's ear: "Uhm...thank you...for your...help. That was valuable advice." Yukari paused for a moment, nodded, and said "You're welcome." She walked out the door, and Mitsuru grinned. It wasn't something I would have figured out myself, at any rate...though I'm glad I did.
Halfway to her destination, Yukari started blushing. She stopped dead in her tracks, feeling a cold sweat coming on, vomit half rising to her throat. Oh. My. God. She didn't mean...
Two In Harmony Surpasses One In Perfection - Chapter 1: Two In Harmony
The dormitory was silent, the most peaceful it's been in a long time. It was finally all over; the members of SEES had finished their ordeal, and could go on to living a normal life.
It had already been just over a week since the members of SEES had regained their memories, causing a big stir at graduation by just walking out in the middle of the ceremony. But who wouldn't want to just stop and celebrate? They saved the world after all.
But this story isn't about their triumphs against ultimate evil, or the Shadows or the Dark Hour or anything like that. This is a story of something far more interesting...bowel habits.
The light was dim in Yukari Takeba's room; just bright enough to read in. It was also cold, being just the beginning of spring. This was probably why Yukari was laying in bed, half covered by a blanket, instead of out with her friends or anything to that effect, instead choosing to catch up on her reading and try to stay warm. She shifted slightly as she adjusted the book (A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking) to see in the light, wedging her panties into herself a little in the process. With one hand still clutching the book, she reached under her simple pink nightshirt (she was really, really into the color pink) and tugged her blue underwear out of her private area. She returned her hand back to her stomach, but disturbed the blanket in doing so, and had to adjust that so she wasn't cold. The lengths a girl goes to for comfort.
Her tummy gurgled loudly as she felt a slight pressure building in her abdomen, a sign of impending discomfort. The pressure grew little by little as she tried harder to concentrate on her activity, but a cramp started building in her gut, and it was becoming harder to ignore. She reached back down to rub her stomach, and once again knocked the blanket down. She didn't bother to readjust it this time however: she knew she'd be getting up in a minute. The pressure quickly moved farther south, and she felt something moving through her bowels. The cramp intensified as she winced in pain, passing a little bit of gas. Prrrt. Uh-oh, I know what that means. She thought. I really shouldn't have had all that curry for lunch. But I haven't had it in a while and I hadn't eaten breakfast and...ohh boy I don't have time to think about this. And she didn't, because the pressure in her lower half became even worse, filling her bowels with an intense urge to evac. The train was leaving the station, and it was leaving whether she was "on board" or not.
She quickly tossed the blanket on the floor and stood up, fast-walking over to the door and leaving her room, heading up to the nearby dorm bathroom. Each bathroom was composed of 3 luxurious, graffiti-free stalls, nice comfortable toilets within, and always plenty of toilet paper. At this time of night (about 12:30), when everyone was asleep, it was a girl's dream bathroom, because it was not only comfortable, it was empty. No one to smell your "results." And the last thing Yukari wanted was for someone to smell THIS one.
Yukari climbed up the steps, two at a time, and walked across the fourth floor to the bathroom, almost breaking into a run, but thinking better of it (the girls on the floor below might hear.) She swung the door open and dashed across the grey and black tiled floor, choosing the stall on the far end, as always. She hitched up her shirt, hooking her thumbs into her panties in one smooth action, and slid them down to her knees, bending down towards the seat at the same time. Wait, I should slow down a sec, the seat'll be cold. She realized, trying desperately to control her movements (the one down onto the seat and the...other kind), finally settling onto the seat. (Her back still shot straight when she sat; the seat was indeed freezing) It would be warm by the end though: she'd be here a while.
She let out another fart, this one smelling far worse than the last, echoing in the bowl. Prrbbrt. Yuck. I'm glad I'm alone for th- Yukari's thoughts shifted as she heard a sigh in the next stall. Ohmygodissomeonehere?! She panicked, afraid she might have to release her load in front of someone (it really couldn't wait, so it would have to be now, regardless) Another fart echoed in the bowl, but this time joined by a small airy one from next door. Bbbrttpll. Pffft. Yukari sighed, both in relief and to try and dispel some of the panic.
She leaned down just far enough to see under the stall, close enough to see the blue fleck pattern in the tile. She caught a glimpse of a pair of perfectly pedicured feet, red satin pajama bottoms and lacy pink panties bunched up around them. Mitsuru, She thought, pushing her fear into overdrive, sitting up straight. The sudden burst of adrenaline forced her to begin her BM involuntarily, a bit of poo dropping down into the water, crackling out uncomfortably fast, making a soft, barely audible plop. Crkkl Plip! There was a gasp from next door, and the sound of feet shuffling and a pair of eyes and a wave of purple hair quickly appearing and disappearing under the stall. Oh no, Takeba goes at this time of night too? Mitsuru blushed a deep crimson, leaning back on the toilet tank and staring down at her feet.
For the longest time I've been constipated, coming in two or three nights a week, sitting for hours trying to pass these horrible bowel movements, and thinking I would always be the only one here. I suppose that was a bit of wishful thinking. She sighed quietly and patted her stomach, leaning forward and resting her chin on her hands, which were in turn resting on her knees. A few plops came from the direction of Yukari's stall, echoing around the bathroom. CrrkklPlopPlop PsshFlump. Finally the smell was starting to waft into Mitsuru's stall, assaulting her nose with a smell not unlike that of rotten meat. She coughed, trying to be polite. She pushed a little, trying to get her turd moving, so she could get out of there. No such luck.
Yukari sat with her head in her hands, soft diarrhea burning her tender hole on the way out. SpplooshCrrlkcrcklrkPlopplop PLOP Crkkklllll...floompplop. "Uuuhhhnn." She groaned against her will, clutching her midsection and trying to relax. She flushed the toilet. Wave one was over, but more was on the way. I haven't heard any noise from Mitsuru's stall. What's going on with that?
She spoke too soon though, as Yukari heard Ms. Kirijo let go of a deep grunt, and a loud sigh immediately afterwards. Oohhh so that's how it is. Poor girl. She's always so busy though, all that stress has to go somewhere. Yukari farted again and blushed. Frrp
Mitsuru sniffed the air and almost gagged, managing to just cough again instead. "Mmmn." She whined, accidentally. She immediately turned her head to the stall partition, hoping Yukari hadn't heard her little "comment."
Meanwhile, Yukari shifted her slender butt on the seat, still trying to calm down. It's only going to the bathroom, all girls do it. When a girls got to go, a girl's got to go, right? But...it doesn't sound like she's going. Yukari pondered as a second wave of stinky, burning sludge fired out of her ass, coating the bowl, painting it a deep brown. PffftbrrtcrrkklplopPRRFFBBTT Prrtplop BLLLRTplipcrkklplip. "Ohhh god. Ahh."
Mitsuru's eyes shot open wide, reacting to Yukari's voice. Oh boy, she sounds like she'll be here for a while. Well, I don't really want to give up yet, and this seat is already warm. I'll just try to bear it.
I should've thought to bring my book. I need something to take my mind off this. A more solid log slid out of Yukari and down into the pot, settling right in the bend. Crrrrklll Flumpp! "Mmm," She moaned, mostly in relief. She looked over in Mitsuru's direction, brushing her wavy wheat-colored hair out of her face. She flushed, almost clogging the toilet this time. She looked down at the toilet paper and stared for a moment, thinking how to pass the time until this was finally over. No end in sight.
She cleared her throat and opened her mouth, as if to speak. Oh no I can't do that! That'd be really creepy, talking to another girl pooping. Ehh what do I do? Mitsuru, on the other hand, sat with her mouth almost permanently open, ready to speak at any moment. No, it would just increase the tension in here. I don't have anything to say anyway. They sat for a moment, not a sound (but unfortunately a smell) permeating the air.
At last, Yukari gathered up all her courage and spoke. "Uhmm...sorry...a-about the smell...I...h-had...curry for l-lunch." Mitsuru shut down for a moment, unsure of how to respond or indeed if she SHOULD respond. Eventually she did get her act together and spoke softly, squinting down at her thighs the whole time, which looked almost as pale as the toilet. "It's...ok Takeba. It's only...n-natural. Unfortunately, the air-freshener requires refilling, so..." She trailed off, in a very uncharacteristic way. Yukari could tell she was just as nervous as herself; this was a little comforting.
"Well...I'm still s-" Yukari began to speak, but just then her third wave of feces started up with a thunderous explusion. BLRRRTT! Plopplplpp Splltfrrp....plipp. The stench wafted up betwen her legs, entering the next stall at almost the same time as Yukari's nose. She grimaced and held her nostrils shut. That was just too rank for her. She couldn't see, but Mitsuru did exactly the same.
"Uhm...Senpai?" Yukari began, trying to keep the conversation fresh. "This is sort of embarassing but...it doesn't sound like you're...g-going...over there." Yukari looked up at the ceiling, realizing just how dim the light was in here. It made the atmosphere sort of cozy.
Mitsuru's lips curled into a little smile as she released her tight grip on her nose (the smell hadn't gotten any better, even sense the last time Yukari flushed), and she began explaining. "Yes, I'm sorry. I've...been suffering from a bout of...constipation."
Yukari paused, then giggled. "We're a real pair. I can't keep mine in and you can't get yours out." Mitsuru chuckled, in spite of herself. It was true.
There were a few small plops and farts from Yukari's stall. Plop...crkkl plip...frrrrrt. Finally, Yukari felt empty. It was about time. She flushed the toilet yet again and reached over for the toilet paper (two-ply, mmm), and ripped off a few squares, running them across her crack, her hole still burning painfully from the fecal assault. She had to repeat the process several times to get anywhere near clean.
"Uhh..." Yukari stumbled, playing with the elastic on her panties. "Senpai, I...have a little...r...'remedy' for...that." "...What's that, Takeba?" Mitsuru detested things like laxatives or enemas. They put too much stress on the body, and she took great pride in her health. (Among the many other things she took pride in.)
"W-well...I'm...not sure if..." She was still playing with the elastic, perhaps a little too intently. She wasn't sure whether to finish the thought. "It...I don't know."
Mitsuru was now thoroughly interested. Is this a chance at relief? What's she trying to say? She sat straining her ears to listen.
"I don't know...w-why it helps, but...I...sometimes...when I'm having trouble..." Mitsuru leaned even closer to the partition, waiting for her to finish. "I...ma...m-masturbate." Yukari suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline, a cold sweat, a chill ran up her spine. Ohshitohshitohshit! I can't believe I just told her that ohmygodohshit!
Mitsuru clammed up. She stared straight at the stall door, not really sure what to think or say. She spoke anyway, out of courtesy. "Takeba, that's...very interesting." It certainly was. But it was ridiculous...right? That wouldn't help a thing...right? Well, it could help to stimulate the bowels. But...would it really do much? Besides, I...can never make myself comfortable enough to pleasure myself... Regardless of how she felt, she gave Yukari's suggestion much thought.
Yukari was a deep red, her face seemingly ready to burst. She stood up and lifted her panties back to her hips, lowering her shirt back down to her slim, creamy thighs. "I...I'm sorry, t-that was..." "No, thank you Takeba. I'll...think about it." "No, that's...ok" Yukari quickly undid the door's latch and snuck out to the sinks, washing her hands quickly and rushing out the door, before things got more awkward. Mitsuru sat on the toilet for a minute, thinking, before finally surrendering to her frustrated bowels and pulling her pajamas up, padding off to bed. Strange, it must just be a psychological comfort to her, or something like that. But...
It had already been just over a week since the members of SEES had regained their memories, causing a big stir at graduation by just walking out in the middle of the ceremony. But who wouldn't want to just stop and celebrate? They saved the world after all.
But this story isn't about their triumphs against ultimate evil, or the Shadows or the Dark Hour or anything like that. This is a story of something far more interesting...bowel habits.
The light was dim in Yukari Takeba's room; just bright enough to read in. It was also cold, being just the beginning of spring. This was probably why Yukari was laying in bed, half covered by a blanket, instead of out with her friends or anything to that effect, instead choosing to catch up on her reading and try to stay warm. She shifted slightly as she adjusted the book (A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking) to see in the light, wedging her panties into herself a little in the process. With one hand still clutching the book, she reached under her simple pink nightshirt (she was really, really into the color pink) and tugged her blue underwear out of her private area. She returned her hand back to her stomach, but disturbed the blanket in doing so, and had to adjust that so she wasn't cold. The lengths a girl goes to for comfort.
Her tummy gurgled loudly as she felt a slight pressure building in her abdomen, a sign of impending discomfort. The pressure grew little by little as she tried harder to concentrate on her activity, but a cramp started building in her gut, and it was becoming harder to ignore. She reached back down to rub her stomach, and once again knocked the blanket down. She didn't bother to readjust it this time however: she knew she'd be getting up in a minute. The pressure quickly moved farther south, and she felt something moving through her bowels. The cramp intensified as she winced in pain, passing a little bit of gas. Prrrt. Uh-oh, I know what that means. She thought. I really shouldn't have had all that curry for lunch. But I haven't had it in a while and I hadn't eaten breakfast and...ohh boy I don't have time to think about this. And she didn't, because the pressure in her lower half became even worse, filling her bowels with an intense urge to evac. The train was leaving the station, and it was leaving whether she was "on board" or not.
She quickly tossed the blanket on the floor and stood up, fast-walking over to the door and leaving her room, heading up to the nearby dorm bathroom. Each bathroom was composed of 3 luxurious, graffiti-free stalls, nice comfortable toilets within, and always plenty of toilet paper. At this time of night (about 12:30), when everyone was asleep, it was a girl's dream bathroom, because it was not only comfortable, it was empty. No one to smell your "results." And the last thing Yukari wanted was for someone to smell THIS one.
Yukari climbed up the steps, two at a time, and walked across the fourth floor to the bathroom, almost breaking into a run, but thinking better of it (the girls on the floor below might hear.) She swung the door open and dashed across the grey and black tiled floor, choosing the stall on the far end, as always. She hitched up her shirt, hooking her thumbs into her panties in one smooth action, and slid them down to her knees, bending down towards the seat at the same time. Wait, I should slow down a sec, the seat'll be cold. She realized, trying desperately to control her movements (the one down onto the seat and the...other kind), finally settling onto the seat. (Her back still shot straight when she sat; the seat was indeed freezing) It would be warm by the end though: she'd be here a while.
She let out another fart, this one smelling far worse than the last, echoing in the bowl. Prrbbrt. Yuck. I'm glad I'm alone for th- Yukari's thoughts shifted as she heard a sigh in the next stall. Ohmygodissomeonehere?! She panicked, afraid she might have to release her load in front of someone (it really couldn't wait, so it would have to be now, regardless) Another fart echoed in the bowl, but this time joined by a small airy one from next door. Bbbrttpll. Pffft. Yukari sighed, both in relief and to try and dispel some of the panic.
She leaned down just far enough to see under the stall, close enough to see the blue fleck pattern in the tile. She caught a glimpse of a pair of perfectly pedicured feet, red satin pajama bottoms and lacy pink panties bunched up around them. Mitsuru, She thought, pushing her fear into overdrive, sitting up straight. The sudden burst of adrenaline forced her to begin her BM involuntarily, a bit of poo dropping down into the water, crackling out uncomfortably fast, making a soft, barely audible plop. Crkkl Plip! There was a gasp from next door, and the sound of feet shuffling and a pair of eyes and a wave of purple hair quickly appearing and disappearing under the stall. Oh no, Takeba goes at this time of night too? Mitsuru blushed a deep crimson, leaning back on the toilet tank and staring down at her feet.
For the longest time I've been constipated, coming in two or three nights a week, sitting for hours trying to pass these horrible bowel movements, and thinking I would always be the only one here. I suppose that was a bit of wishful thinking. She sighed quietly and patted her stomach, leaning forward and resting her chin on her hands, which were in turn resting on her knees. A few plops came from the direction of Yukari's stall, echoing around the bathroom. CrrkklPlopPlop PsshFlump. Finally the smell was starting to waft into Mitsuru's stall, assaulting her nose with a smell not unlike that of rotten meat. She coughed, trying to be polite. She pushed a little, trying to get her turd moving, so she could get out of there. No such luck.
Yukari sat with her head in her hands, soft diarrhea burning her tender hole on the way out. SpplooshCrrlkcrcklrkPlopplop PLOP Crkkklllll...floompplop. "Uuuhhhnn." She groaned against her will, clutching her midsection and trying to relax. She flushed the toilet. Wave one was over, but more was on the way. I haven't heard any noise from Mitsuru's stall. What's going on with that?
She spoke too soon though, as Yukari heard Ms. Kirijo let go of a deep grunt, and a loud sigh immediately afterwards. Oohhh so that's how it is. Poor girl. She's always so busy though, all that stress has to go somewhere. Yukari farted again and blushed. Frrp
Mitsuru sniffed the air and almost gagged, managing to just cough again instead. "Mmmn." She whined, accidentally. She immediately turned her head to the stall partition, hoping Yukari hadn't heard her little "comment."
Meanwhile, Yukari shifted her slender butt on the seat, still trying to calm down. It's only going to the bathroom, all girls do it. When a girls got to go, a girl's got to go, right? But...it doesn't sound like she's going. Yukari pondered as a second wave of stinky, burning sludge fired out of her ass, coating the bowl, painting it a deep brown. PffftbrrtcrrkklplopPRRFFBBTT Prrtplop BLLLRTplipcrkklplip. "Ohhh god. Ahh."
Mitsuru's eyes shot open wide, reacting to Yukari's voice. Oh boy, she sounds like she'll be here for a while. Well, I don't really want to give up yet, and this seat is already warm. I'll just try to bear it.
I should've thought to bring my book. I need something to take my mind off this. A more solid log slid out of Yukari and down into the pot, settling right in the bend. Crrrrklll Flumpp! "Mmm," She moaned, mostly in relief. She looked over in Mitsuru's direction, brushing her wavy wheat-colored hair out of her face. She flushed, almost clogging the toilet this time. She looked down at the toilet paper and stared for a moment, thinking how to pass the time until this was finally over. No end in sight.
She cleared her throat and opened her mouth, as if to speak. Oh no I can't do that! That'd be really creepy, talking to another girl pooping. Ehh what do I do? Mitsuru, on the other hand, sat with her mouth almost permanently open, ready to speak at any moment. No, it would just increase the tension in here. I don't have anything to say anyway. They sat for a moment, not a sound (but unfortunately a smell) permeating the air.
At last, Yukari gathered up all her courage and spoke. "Uhmm...sorry...a-about the smell...I...h-had...curry for l-lunch." Mitsuru shut down for a moment, unsure of how to respond or indeed if she SHOULD respond. Eventually she did get her act together and spoke softly, squinting down at her thighs the whole time, which looked almost as pale as the toilet. "It's...ok Takeba. It's only...n-natural. Unfortunately, the air-freshener requires refilling, so..." She trailed off, in a very uncharacteristic way. Yukari could tell she was just as nervous as herself; this was a little comforting.
"Well...I'm still s-" Yukari began to speak, but just then her third wave of feces started up with a thunderous explusion. BLRRRTT! Plopplplpp Splltfrrp....plipp. The stench wafted up betwen her legs, entering the next stall at almost the same time as Yukari's nose. She grimaced and held her nostrils shut. That was just too rank for her. She couldn't see, but Mitsuru did exactly the same.
"Uhm...Senpai?" Yukari began, trying to keep the conversation fresh. "This is sort of embarassing but...it doesn't sound like you're...g-going...over there." Yukari looked up at the ceiling, realizing just how dim the light was in here. It made the atmosphere sort of cozy.
Mitsuru's lips curled into a little smile as she released her tight grip on her nose (the smell hadn't gotten any better, even sense the last time Yukari flushed), and she began explaining. "Yes, I'm sorry. I've...been suffering from a bout of...constipation."
Yukari paused, then giggled. "We're a real pair. I can't keep mine in and you can't get yours out." Mitsuru chuckled, in spite of herself. It was true.
There were a few small plops and farts from Yukari's stall. Plop...crkkl plip...frrrrrt. Finally, Yukari felt empty. It was about time. She flushed the toilet yet again and reached over for the toilet paper (two-ply, mmm), and ripped off a few squares, running them across her crack, her hole still burning painfully from the fecal assault. She had to repeat the process several times to get anywhere near clean.
"Uhh..." Yukari stumbled, playing with the elastic on her panties. "Senpai, I...have a little...r...'remedy' for...that." "...What's that, Takeba?" Mitsuru detested things like laxatives or enemas. They put too much stress on the body, and she took great pride in her health. (Among the many other things she took pride in.)
"W-well...I'm...not sure if..." She was still playing with the elastic, perhaps a little too intently. She wasn't sure whether to finish the thought. "It...I don't know."
Mitsuru was now thoroughly interested. Is this a chance at relief? What's she trying to say? She sat straining her ears to listen.
"I don't know...w-why it helps, but...I...sometimes...when I'm having trouble..." Mitsuru leaned even closer to the partition, waiting for her to finish. "I...ma...m-masturbate." Yukari suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline, a cold sweat, a chill ran up her spine. Ohshitohshitohshit! I can't believe I just told her that ohmygodohshit!
Mitsuru clammed up. She stared straight at the stall door, not really sure what to think or say. She spoke anyway, out of courtesy. "Takeba, that's...very interesting." It certainly was. But it was ridiculous...right? That wouldn't help a thing...right? Well, it could help to stimulate the bowels. But...would it really do much? Besides, I...can never make myself comfortable enough to pleasure myself... Regardless of how she felt, she gave Yukari's suggestion much thought.
Yukari was a deep red, her face seemingly ready to burst. She stood up and lifted her panties back to her hips, lowering her shirt back down to her slim, creamy thighs. "I...I'm sorry, t-that was..." "No, thank you Takeba. I'll...think about it." "No, that's...ok" Yukari quickly undid the door's latch and snuck out to the sinks, washing her hands quickly and rushing out the door, before things got more awkward. Mitsuru sat on the toilet for a minute, thinking, before finally surrendering to her frustrated bowels and pulling her pajamas up, padding off to bed. Strange, it must just be a psychological comfort to her, or something like that. But...
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