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..."
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