Never-ending Womens Room

So this is stupid, and more or less stealing, but here's the idea: A series of photoshops and other art that depicts a never-ending womens bathroom, featuring girl after girl...well you get the idea.

This is the source. It came from someone on FurAffinity, so if they want me to stop or take it down or whatever, lemme know. Anyway, eventually I'll run out of room, and then maybe I'll turn it into a flash app or something. So here's what I got so far:

Stupid, or...shall I continue? Submissions welcome, whether I use them or not. ;)

The Queen's Throne Part 6

Cassia popped open the top of the stool, lifted her elegant nightgown and sat. She rested her arms on her skinny thighs and leaned forward, still half-asleep. She was right: it had been a long night. In-between fits of barely restful sleep, she did nothing but pass the smelliest gas and moan from the awful cramps. After all these hours she finally felt something solid filling her bowels, but it was slow in coming. She rested her eyes and settled in for a long one.

Cassia managed to convince the men to leave her alone in her room, although they had someone posted at the door at all times. So she was afforded plenty of privacy, but was still fairly safe. She knew ahead of time that she would probably need the privacy; these kinds of cramps aren't just a freak thing. Cassia hadn't been constipated in a while, but she certainly knew what it felt like. She groaned and opened her eyes to look around the room, lit by enchanted candle. Dresser in the corner, mirror on the wall, the freshly slept-in bed, sheets torn asunder, book under the end table...

"Wait, I don't remember bringing a book." Cassia thought. Perhaps the inn had left it there for guests? Or maybe the last guest had left it behind? It was within arm's reach, so Cassia lifted off the seat slightly and grabbed the book. Before she could reseat herself, she farted, which echoed in the pot and broke the silence. *PfffFFTT!* Cassia quickly set her cheeks back down on the seat, embarassed. "M'lady?" Came a voice from outside. "Are you alright?" She blushed. "Yes, yes, I'm alright. Thank you." With that episode out of the way, she got back to business.

Now she could feel her colon stretching, something very hard and very thick making it's way out. She pushed, just to check how much resistance there might be. "Nnngh." It barely budged. Cassia winced as another cramp set in. She decided to give it a moment before pushing again. Instead, she decided to take a look at the book she'd found. There was no title, and it didn't look too old. The binding was nothing extravagent, but at first glance it did look rather fancy. The book was red with little gold details on the spine and around the edges of the front and back. She pondered it for another moment until her curiosity got the best of her. She opened the book to a random page, just to get a taste of the material.

["No, please, you are my servant! Why, if the king were to know about this affair..." The queen pleaded.

The young, nubile servant looked her over with hungry eyes. "The king be damned, m'lady! I love you, and I yearn for your flesh!"

The queen's servant leaped upon her and rubbed their breasts together. "Please m'lady. Please." She begged.]

Cassia was in the midst of a cold sweat. "This book, it's...it is pornography! Someone has left pornography in this room. And I'm actually reading it! Oh, what..." Cassia was embarassed, but as much as she tried to act offended and rationalize things, she knew deep down that resistance wasn't worth it. Her eyes were now glued to the pages. She couldn't stop reading, as she was so taken by the passion of the words, regardless of how base and meaningless they seemed. She pictured herself in the same scenario...

But in reality, the scenario she was in wasn't far too different. She began to realize this, and her fantasies started going unchecked. "I yearn for your flesh." She imagined Liviya saying this over and over again, fire in her eyes, grovelling at her feet, overcome with lust and desperate for any sort of affection. Cassia's heart went into overdrive as her blood pumped harder and harder. Her face became even more flush and she started sweating. Her nightgown became damp, and her hair went limp. She became unaware of where she was, and she didn't care. Small droplets of sweat and her most..."intimate" juices fell into the pot below. Cassia continued reading.

Though extra aware of her feminine parts, Cassia was completely oblivious to her pressing need to move her bowels, or the fact that they were acting without her. A massive log, like a minature tree trunk only twice as hard, began to crown. Cassia was so caught up in her own arousal that she wasn't even aware it had relaxed her enough to go. Cassia couldn't control herself anymore and began rubbing her pussy, which was now visibly swollen, if only slightly. She circled her clit with her index finger while teasing her cunt with her middle and ring fingers. Her other hand was over her mouth, stifling her moans and groans as she came closer and closer to orgasm.

Meanwhile, a good four inches of poo was dangling out of her distended asshole. In her dreamy state, Cassia became aware that her anus was being stimulated, but she didn't care what was causing it. All she could think of was fondling Liviya's breasts, grinding her private parts against her thigh, Liviya crying out her name and gasping as she came. The log made a sick crackling sound as it came out. *Crrkkll* It sounded like fire. Hot, passionate, flames, licking at Cassia's skin...

The thick, lumpy dump fell in the pot, and that last burst of stimulation put Cassia over the top. She gasped and moaned loudly into her palm as her body went numb. Electric sparks seemed to shoot off her body as she came, dripping pussy juices all over the floor and stool. She bit her hand out of passion and this snapped her back to reality. Her orgasm was subsiding, and she realized what she was doing. She frowned and hid her head in her hands, before it came to her that no one was watching. She folded her arms and peed on top of the "weight" she just lost, before nervously wiping herself and looking in the bowl. There was a huge, knobbly turd laying at the bottom, now glistening with pee. It seemed to have broken apart when it hit the bottom, as it was partly shattered, but was obviously all one piece before. Cassia closed the lid and stuffed the stool in the corner. She threw the book under her pillow and laid down, now feeling totally humiliated. But very refreshed...

As she drfited to sleep she imagined Liviya beside her, resting in her arms.

The Queen's Throne Part 5

The wheels churned over the dirt and the carriage rocked back and forth spastically. But the unpredictable motion was churning something else: their stomachs. The not-so-gentle rocking was annoying everyone, frustrating them and at times making them nauseous. Cassia was especially prone to the nausea, as by now she was very gassy, but decided to just clench her cheeks and stall emission until they were out in the open and nobody could track the sound and smell back to her. Two and a half agonizing hours the ride lasted.


The very minute they arrived, Cassia hopped out of the carriage and let loose. With the door shut and everyone else still climbing out, nobody paid enough attention to hear the massive, sickening burst of wind Cassia let forth. *BrrrPPPPPFFrrrttTTTffffweeee* Cassia was mortified, and more than a little sick to her stomach. Her fart had changed pitch at least 4 times, and lasted longer than 20 seconds. After the wave of nausea and the awkwardness passed, however, she felt a surge of relief. A burden had been lifted from her shoulders. (Or more accurately, her intestines.) By the time Gabriel and the escort had come around the carriage, Cassia had maneuvered away from the "stink cloud" and met them halfway, setting off for the church on foot. The carriage pulled away and went to await their return.


A few minutes later, as they reached the top of the hill in-between their stop and the construction site, they laid eyes on the church for the first time...or what was left of it. The foundations and scaffolding that had been built around the construction site were burned down, and it was mostly smoldering ash that remained. "What...what hap...what became of this place?" Cassia asked sullenly. Gabriel was silent, but it was clear he was in shock also. "Well, we had better find out." He said. Still shocked, the group began to carefully trudge down the hill.


When they arrived in the village, still no one had come out. When they were on the hill, they couldn't see anyone in the square or in the fields or anywhere else for that matter. The town seemed deserted. "Uhm...IS ANYONE THERE?!" Cassia yelled, trying to attract some attention. Nothing. The group scanned the area and still saw no one around. "ANYONE!" She yelled again. The group all turned on their heels, darting their eyes around fruitlessly. Finally, Gabriel's ears perked up. "Over there!" He exclaimed. His finger was pointed in the direction of a small house down at the other end of the square. Someone was peering out through the window at them, and was tapping on the glass to get their attention. They all ran over to find out what was going on.


When they got to the house the figure staring out the window threw the curtains back into position and disappeared. Cassia and friends all stopped short of the door. They waited. "Well, fine welcome this is." Gabriel sneered. Not even 10 seconds later he was forced to eat his words when the door clicked and swung open. A man stood in the doorway, urging them inside. "Hurry up hurry up!" He hissed. They all piled through the door and just barely got themselves braced when the man slammed the door shut and put a heavy wooden plank in front of it.


"What happened here?" Cassia immediately demanded. The man sighed and leaned up against the wall. "Aye, you're Lady Cassia, correct? We been expecting ya. Good thing ye didn't come sooner, girl." He said. "What happened?" She repeated, sounding a little more concerned this time. "Goblins." He grunted. "They came late in the afternoon, just started banging on doors and throwing those bombs around. They didn't do much damage as far as I know, but the church is torn apart. Think everyone is alright though. ...Ah." He quickly bowed. "Sorry m'lady, forgot me manners." She blushed. "It's quite alright. So goblins raided Coldmarsh? How long have you been hiding?" She asked. "Just since yesterday. Speakin', did ye see any on yer way in?" He poked his nose against the window again. "No. The town is empty." She told him. He perked up a little. "Ah, good then. I can round the town up and we'll decide what to do. As fer ye, ye better get back to yer big ol' castle. It's the safest place fer now." He warned.


Cassia went along with the villager as he went by all the houses, ringing a bell and hollering for everyone by name. As they were letting Coldmarsh know the coast was clear, Cassia felt the pressure in her gut return with a vengeance. She just about doubled-over mid-stride, and it took all her will to keep moving without giving away her pain. After a while it become unbearable however, so she had to stop and lean against a fence to recollect herself. Gabriel took notice and confronted her about it. "Perhaps we should return, m'lady. You must be tired. This is a lot to digest." She winced. "It certainly is." She thought. She straightened up and looked him in the eye. "No, I'm fine. We'll be staying at an inn here tonight. I don't care if it is dangerous, I must see to these people. They're in danger too, and I shall not abandon them." She said proudly. Gabriel was taken aback. "Perhaps she is a proper leader then." He thought. He waited, to test her resolve, to see if she would flinch or back down. She did not. He sighed. "It is your will, m'lady. We may stay if you wish." She smiled. "Thank you, Gabriel. Bring the carriage out and let me collect my things."


As Gabriel carried a sack of Cassia's things and the guard carried her private loo, Cassia clutched her stomach and swore under her breath. She didn't feel the urge to move her bowels, but she felt a little gassy and it felt like she had been stabbed just above her crotch. "It may be a long night tonight..." She grimly considered.

Toilet Slave One-Oh-Eight: Chapter 1

"Listen, I don't care, just get it set up soon. I have to go and if it's not ready to use in 15 minutes, I'm using YOU!" I remember her saying.

This would be when we brought One-Oh-Eight home, of course. That's who she was referring to as "it", my girlfriend. She's a sadist, she is. Not One-Oh-Eight, my girlfriend. I think before I go on, I should explain the situation.

What my girlfriend likes to do is humiliate people. With me, it started with handcuffs. She would handcuff me to the bed, dress me up in women's clothes, maybe whip me a little, bring me up to just about the point of orgasm and stop, taunting me, and once or twice she spit on me. In all honesty, it sort of got me off at times. I'm not a total doormat, but I like a little abuse. But then one night when I was tied down on the bed, she squatted over me and told me she was going to shit on me, or in her words, "I'm making meatloaf, like a good little wifey! Enjoy, asshole." I managed to break out of my bondage and push her over. This is where I draw the line.

Now she may be a sadist, but even she has a line. She told me as long as she had someone else to use as a toilet, she would leave me alone. I told her I would definitely consider it, but I wasn't sure if she would ever find anyone who would agree to be used as a toilet on a regular basis. In retrospect, I should not have underestimated the perverts out there.

A few days later, she told me there was a network of people out there that were volunteering to be used as a toilet, in exchange for a place to stay, food, all that. Basically like a maid or butler, some sort of servant like that, only...you poop on them. There's some catches of course. They have the right to leave if they feel they're being abused, although I'm sure it's gone too far before. You have to go through a disease screening before they will even consider you. Then you sign a little contract, go through a little red tape, some other stuff, and then you're ready to go.

So that's what we did. We went out and handpicked our girl from the line-up, signed the papers, took the tests (I had to take a physical too, but it didn't bother me. Better than being covered in shit on a regular basis), and went through a short waiting period.

We came home with One-Oh-Eight. Short brown hair, kinda greasy and uncombed, light complexion, glazed-over green eyes, wearing a simple white dress. Being lead by a leash connected to the collar on her neck. By my girlfriend. I wish I was making that last part up.

We knew we were going out to pick One-Oh-Eight up today, so for the past two days my girlfriend has been binging on greasy fast food and my famous homemade chili. Just before we left she downed a few laxatives. By the time we got to the door of the house, she was farting such toxic fumes I swear I saw the tree in the yard start to wilt.

"You have 15 minutes, and I swear to god if she's not set up in the room, I will shit all over your face and make you eat it." She stomped her foot and clutched her stomach, throwing herself onto the couch and groaning.

One-Oh-Eight calmly handed me her leash and looked down at her feet. "Please lead me to my room. My master needs to use me."

And for a second, I saw a fire in her eyes. She was looking forward to this. The rest of her face wouldn't betray it, but her eyes did. I knew then that I was in for a sick ride.

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We entered the room, which was actually pretty stark. There was a small window on the side, and other than that it was entirely clear, grey wallpaper, special easy to clean linoleum floor. Very drab. There was a closet in the corner, which contained a futon for sleeping on and a place for 108's personal effects.

"So, uh, this is the room...you can just...sit in there." I managed to mumble out, and pointed to a small pit in the middle of the room. It was designed for someone to sit in for hours at a time, then be cleaned out once or twice a day. In front of it was a small splash shield, much like a squat toilet.

108 immediately pulled her dress off, revealing all of her naked flesh. She wasn't even wearing any underwear on the ride over. She carefully slid herself into the pit with a surprising amount of grace, and sat on the back of her feet. "Now, you ca- oh! Wait one moment."

She rummaged around in the duffel bag she brought with her and pulled out a package of diapers. She took a diaper out and put it on herself, again very gracefully. As gracefully as sliding a crinkling diaper under your ass can be, anyway. She pulled the tape around her waist and sealed up her diaper, before steping back into the pit and sitting back on her feet, rattling the diaper as she did. Through the entire process, she never once smiled, but for some reason she looked positively thrilled. Ecstatic. Raring to go.

Before I had any time to ponder this the door started booming behind me. For a moment there were no words, but I still felt a thunderous rage coming from every thump.

"You fucking...is it ready?! I'm coming in right now and shitting on the first person I see!"

"Uh, come on in Ally." I opened the door, making sure to stay behind it so she wouldn't see me.

Ally ran in and ran straight to the pit, fumbling for just a fraction of a second with her fly.

*FRRRP*

I heard the loudest, wettest fart I have ever heard, and then the room filled with a stench not unlike cow manure. Only worse.

"Ugh! Fuck...I shit myself. You fucking BITCH! You made me shit my pants! You'll fucking pay for that whore!" Ally screamed.

She yanked her pants all the way down to her ankles and pulled her panties down to her knees. Ally's face was completely red, and her pink panties were completely brown. It was a fiesta of color. I watched with horrified fascination as Ally squatted on her haunches and unloaded her bowels over 108's chest, soaking her breasts and stomach in the wettest, smelliest, foulest diarrhea I have ever seen or smelled. Every time I tried to breathe I gagged, so I just stopped breathing. I took short, sharp inhilations and tried to choke back vomit.

*Prrrrblllsklrtchfrrrp* Another wave from Ally's ass, soaking 108's head in watery chunks of mud. Trying not to look, I tried sneaking over to the window to get some fresh air. Ally screamed at me.

"Faggot! Get the fuck away from that window or I'll fucking puke on you!" Ally pinched her nose and farted out another load on 108's lap. Some of it soaked into her diaper. She let out another pungent load and sighed.

"Finished. Finally. Now clean me up you fuck." Ally demanded. I was about to put a stop to it, but 108 immediately complied, shoving her face into Ally's panties and snarfing down all the feces. There was shit everywhere, and 108 was completely brown by now.

"Don't smear it around stupid. Here." Ally handed 108 a wet towel, which she used to clean off her head. After wiping herself down she continued licking Ally's panties. Once they were somewhere approaching clean, she began tonguing her dirty asshole. 108 lapped and kissed until her lips and cheeks were brown again, and Ally was clean. Ally sighed again and pulled her pants up, before giving 108 a quick kick in the chest. "Gotta remember to flush you know." And with that she left us alone.

*Prrskrch* I heard a very faint farting noise coming from the pit. 108 had her eyes closed and her face was flushed. A few seconds later she sighed and turned to me. "Hand me another diaper please." And then I couldn't take it anymore and hurled on the floor.

The Queen's Throne Bonus Story! Liviya's Story

CAUTION: Contains scat, blood and rape. I'd spoiler that, but who cares, you're just going to fap to it anyway.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=DWJ0A1GC

The Queen's Throne Part 4

Like every morning in Dioria, the suns rays shone through the window, casting pure white light over Cassia's slender body and warming her up. Her head was rolled back over the bed, staring out the window. Her eye was fixed on a point just above the rising sun, so the effect was much like staring directly into the sun. However, she didn't blink. She continued staring straight at that point, until the strain on her eyes was too much and she had to close them for a moment. She then became more aware of the rest of her senses, and realized that she was uncomfortably hot. She didn't particularly care. She sank further into the bedding and began a high-pitched whine that must have lasted at least one minute. All was silent for a moment...until a familiar clack rang out from the next room. A tinny crackling noise followed by what was obviously massive expulsions of gas came from behind the door. Liviya moaned loudly.

"aaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Cassia screamed at the top of her lungs, startling all the little critters outside and waking up not a few farmers in the distance. Again, a moment of silence, and then a fart from next door. *FrrRT!* Cassia threw herself over and buried her face in her pillow for the umpteenth time in the past who-knows-how-many hours. For a few brief seconds, there was nothing but the sound of birds beginning to cautiously chirp in the distance and the awful, squelching noises of Liviya having a case of the shits yet again. Then, completely unannounced, two guards burst through the door and scoured the room, flipping Cassia over and shaking her violently. "What is it?! What's going on?!" They screamed. Cassia stared wide-eyed before regaining her senses. "...Oh...I'm sorry. You may go back to your post. It's nothing." The guard looked at her a moment longer and dropped her back on the bed, signalling the other to leave the room. He peered around at the furniture, under the bed, out the window, and eventually into Liviya's quarters (he slammed the door shut even more rapidly than he opened it) before edging out of the room, not looking very reassured.

The stool lid clanked back down and the sound of a bed being disturbed was heard. Cassia sighed and picked herself up, dragging her feet across the floor and over to Liviya's room. She poked her head in, trying not to breathe through her nose. "Liviya?" Silence. "Liviya?" "Mmnngrghuhgh." Cassia persisted. "Are you keeping hydrated?" Quietly, Liviya managed to groan out "Trying." Cassia made to close the door, but rethought it and swung it open again. "Oh, I'll bring you some breakfast and some water. Something easy to keep down. Alright?" "Mmmn." Cassia gently slid the door back in place and tip-toed out of her room.

Still dressed in her nightgown, she padded to the royal kitchen to see what was going on. Astoundingly, the guards let her pass without a word. (They rather liked Cassia, and for the most part trusted her judgement and independence) She entered the kitchen to see at least a dozen cooks all working to get breakfast ready for the whole castle. The scent of eggs and frying meats wafted over to Cassia, and after suffering the smell eminating from Liviya's room, she fervently savored the wonderful aroma. She snuck in through the doorway and behind a counter, and for a few minutes, no one noticed her. She just sat and watched the masters at work, sculpting their edible art. After a while though, a few eyes glanced back and noticed royalty in the back of the room, so that they turned their heads around and stared. All the others soon followed. Cassia shifted in the rickety old chair she sat on, embarassed. "Uhm...good morning." A few of the cooks mumbled "good morning" back to her, not sure of what to do. "Can..can I just...oh you can get back to work, I just..." A few cooks frantically began working again, worried they were doing something wrong. A few still paid attention to the stray queen in back. "I was just wondering if I may use your facilities here? To cook breakfast?" The cooks stood flabbergasted, utterly confused. "You..want to cook?" They pondered this a bit, and then they all smiled at once, as if they'd rehearsed it. "Please, be our guest...or, rather, we'll be yours I suppose." She giggled and began to prepare something good for Liviya, as well as her own breakfast.

The cooks turned out to be good fun, once they acclimated to having royalty in their midst. They joked and laughed as they showed her how to prepare the food (she'd never actually cooked before, being first a princess and then a queen), and she seemed to be having just as much fun as them. With several plates piled with eggs and bacon and oatmeal and toast and various sweet things and greasy things and hot things and cold things (and drinks, of course) she attempted to wave back at them as she was leaving, but couldn't even tell where she was facing with the stacks of food so high. Instead she shouted "Thanks!" and set off for her room. Upon arrival she dumped off her portion on the nearest flat surface and took a plate of food, a small bowl of oatmeal and a cup of water into Liviya's room. She left it by her bedside table, patted her on the head and left without saying a word. As she was leaving, however, she thought she heard Liviya mutter "Thank you."

An hour later, Cassia was rethinking the entire plan. With still several bites of food left, Cassia wasn't entirely sure where should would put it even if she DID have the courage to put it in her mouth, chew and swallow. Her stomach was now showing a slight bulge, and on top of that she felt a dull ache in the area. She felt bloated, gluttonous and generally awful. She took a few deep breaths and laid down. "On the plus side, I haven't heard a peep from Liviya." She thought. Actually, she had heard silverware clanging, and if she strained she heard what might have been muffled chewing and drinking, but other than that, nothing. Anyway, by now the ache was subsiding, and she felt relaxed enough to slip into a coma...

But her servants had other plans. It was now the middle of the morning, and her servants appeared to groom her, dress her and send her on her way. Gabriel appeared shortly behind them and deliberately kept his expression blank. He was easy to read though; he wasn't happy. Although, he never really was. "I was informed of your little adventure this morning." Cassia said nothing and just looked straight ahead, seemingly ignoring Gabriel. Inwardly, however, she was grinning ear to metaphorical ear. "I don't want this to happen again, do you understand?" Again, she said nothing. He sighed and decided to just change the subject. "Are you prepared to visit Coldmarsh today?" "I suppose." She wasn't sounding eager, but she knew it had to be done anyway. Gabriel paced around the room. "I've arranged a replacement for Liviya. Her name i-" Cassia stopped him short. "It's alright, I don't require assistance. Just bring me a stool and something to wash myself." He gave her a funny look. "You're certain? ...And wait, where is your stool?" She feigned ignorance, but it was no use; he was too stubborn and too clever to just let it go. She told him she lent it to Liviya, and for a moment, he seemed angry. He glared and it looked like his face might start turning red, and perhaps he would storm out of the room or scold Cassia or something to that effect. Instead, after a moment of reflection, he began pacing again and wore a completely calm expression. "As you wish." Cassia decided to let it drop there and finish being dressed, but she was more than a little troubled at the display.

For the second time in two days, they piled into the carriage, a spare stool in Gabriel's arms, an armed escort and the driver among the group. They set off down the rocky road to Coldmarsh. On the way, Cassia's tummy began to ache again. This time, the pain was a little lower down her torso...

The Queen's Throne Part 3

The sun's rays spread across the room, magnified by the properties of the window, falling onto Cassia's face and bathing her in a beautiful glow, accenting her best features. She gripped the bedding with her left hand and rolled gently to the other side of the bed, throwing her right hand over first. Her eyes were still closed, and as she settled into the pillow again, she slowly pried her eyes half-open. At the first glimpse of her aide, she slammed her eyelids shut again and feigned sleep. "You have duties today, m'lady. We must oversee the building of the church in the village of Coldmarsh. You know this." She whined and buried her head in the pillow. "Gabriel, do you honestly intend me to go to a place known as 'Coldmarsh' now? I'm not feeling well." He pulled the bedding away and grabbed her cooly by the shoulder. "Yes, I do. You will be dressed in a few moments. Be ready." He pulled her to her feet and left the room.

Later, as her servants finish adjusting her dress and brushing her hair, Liviya exits her bedroom. "Ah, g-good morning...m'lady." Liviya stared down at her feet and blushed, not looking in Cassia's direction. Liviya stood in the corner and didn't say a word the rest of the time Cassia's servants were there, and then followed her out of the bedroom and down the corridor, where Gabriel was waiting for them. He stood leaning against the wall, tapping his foot impatiently. When the girls reached him, they stood for a few moments, waiting for him to speak. He finally piped up. "Are you forgetting something, Liviya?" Liviya looked around the corridor, checked her pockets, looked over the both of them and then shrugged. Gabriel rolled his eyes and sighed, giving Liviya a few moments to suddenly remember what she'd forgotten. She yelped and ran back to the bedroom, the door banging against the wall as she dashed in. Gabriel held his head in his hand. "Perhaps she was a bad choice..." Cassia grinned at him. "She's fine. I think I'm beginning to even adore her." Gabriel sneered in her direction until Liviya returned, carrying the "royal stool." She bowed while trying to catch her breath. "I..uhm...apologize. I forgot..." Gabriel ignored her. "The carriage is waiting for us." And with that, they left.

They all piled into the carriage and left for Coldmarsh. The ride was bumpy, as many of the roads along the way were in an awful state of disuse. Cassia's stomach still wasn't completely settled from the other night, and Liviya too looked rather uncomfortable. Cassia laid her hands in her lap the entire ride. Gabriel stared out at the landscape. Liviya looked like she was trying not to vomit the entire time. The only other person in the carriage, a guard, sat motionless, fixing his eyes on a point between Cassia and Gabriel. Everyone seemed to be entirely in their own world.

Roughly twenty minutes away from their destination, a putrid smell reached everyone's nostrils. The guard looked uncomfortable and embarassed, trying to fan his nose discreetly. Gabriel looked between everyone and sneered, before looking out the window again. Cassia looked at everyone, but then fixed her gaze on Liviya, who began to look a sickening shade of green. She was also breathing erraticly. "...Should we stop for a moment?" Cassia asked her, and her eyes immediately shot up. She nodded hastily. Cassia tugged Gabriel's sleave. "Pull the carriage over a moment, I think Livivya's about to be sick." Gabriel groaned. "You must be...alright." He leaned out the window and yelled at the driver to stop. He pulled in the reigns and the carriage lurched to a stop by the side of the road in a field of very tall grass. Liviya rushed out, with Cassia following her out of concern. The guard quickly got his act together and followed them. Gabriel, however, remained behind, yelling to them "Remember that we have commitments! Don't be long!"

Liviya ran through the tall grass with one hand cupped to her mouth. Once she was just barely out of sight of everyone, save for Cassia, she stopped. In a rather impressive feat, with one hand still covering her mouth she pulled her dress up and her underwear down and squatted over the ground. With no hesitation, she removed her hand from her mouth and retched. She clutched her abdomen for dear life and retched again, chunks rising in her throat. Cassia bravely walked up and stood beside her, keeping well clear of her mouth and ass, and patted her in the head, half looking away. "There there." She cooed. Liviya gagged again and spilt steaming chunks of vomit onto the ground, while her other end sputtered and released gallons upon gallons of watery diarrhea. The smell was intolerable, and Cassia was trying hard to keep from puking just the same. She patted her on the shoulder. "Should we return for the day?" Liviya spat and caught her breath before answering. "...M...M'lady, you have...business...erk..." Liviya threw up again. Cassia then realized that Liviya was much stronger than she appeared, perhaps even stubborn.

"We can reschedule for tomorrow, and I can bring along a replacement for you...or even do without your position altogether." Liviya shivered as her bowels let loose again. *PrrtCLRRKKspllt* Cassia had finally had enough. "We're going home. I'll bring the things you need to clean yourself up and then we'll ride home. You're not well." Cassia parted the grass and walked back to the carriage, making eye contact with the guard as she passed. His eyes seemed to be filled with sympathy, as if to say "Good job, taking care of the poor, sick girl." She paused for a split second and turned around to face him. "Did you hear any of that commotion?" He shrugged, but his eyes again gave him away. Cassia pushed this out of her mind and approached the carriage. Gabriel did not look amused. She explained the situation and Gabriel sneered. "We can't do this any other day, it needs to be now. You have responsiblities." She gave him an icy glare, and for once, he felt respect for her, if only through a very vague sense of fear. Perhaps she could make a good leader after all. "The church will be there tomorrow. It's not even complete yet. They will understand." She grabbed the things she needed and took them back to Liviya. Liviya looked depressed, pale and worn out. She led Liviya by the hand back to the carriage, and they turned around to go home. They had to stop one more time for Liviya to vomit by the roadside, but fortunately she never made a mess.

When they arrived back in the mid-afternoon, Liviya crawled into bed and passed out. Cassia was at first afraid she might be in mortal peril, but after checking her over, the royal physician assured her it was a minor stomach flu and would pass in a few days. She breathed a sigh of relief and went to bring Liviya a bucket. Along with the bucket, Cassia left her own stool by Liviya's bedside. She brushed the hair away from her eyes and felt her sweltering forehead. "You deserve the best, perhaps more than I do." She retired to her bedchamber and laid herself down. Minutes later, she heard rustling from the next room, followed by Liviya vomitting into the bucket, then more rustling and the sound of vicious diarrhea hitting the pot. Cassia rubbed her eyes and groaned in disgust. "This will be a long night..."

One Soldier at a Time: Part 3 - Live Demonstration 2

ONE MONTH LATER

The sun shines brightly on the hood of the black sedan as a man in a white work shirt, black khakis and a pocket protector steps out. He reaches back into the car and pulls out a clipboard before walking up to the guard station. "Hey, I have an appointment?" "You the Navy guy?" "That's me." "ID please."

He pulls his identification out of his pocket and shows it to the guard. The guard looks it over, punches something into a computer and hands the ID back. He punches something else into the computer and then hits the button to open the game. "Thanks, you can go. Just go down the hall, turn left, down the stairs and he should be waiting there." "Thanks."

He follows the guard's instructions and heads down the stairs. He glances at his clipboard a few times on the way down. "Suit malfunction, unprofessional, mess...what the hell? I need to ask about this."

When he reaches the bottom of the stairs he meets a man in an expensive-looking suit. "Ah, you're the man the Navy sent?" "That would be me. Can we get started?" "Of course, of course. Do you want to watch the video demonstration first, or would you like to go straight to the live demonstration?" The Navy man makes a note on his clipboard. The rep looks nervous. "Let's see the video." Not even the slightest facial movement. Completely monotone. "Right this way, sir."

They watch the training video, and during the part about waste management the Navy man raises an eyebrow. Still, he doesn't say a word. Just watches on, silently. At the end of the video, the rep asks "Any questions?" The Navy man makes a few notes on his clipboard first. "Yes, I have a few. The report refers to a mess that occured. Does this have to do with the waste management system mentioned in the video demonstration?" The rep started sweating. "Well, actually, yes. It's...not something we're proud of. But we've certainly worked out the problems by now." The Navy man makes another note. "I see. Can we move onto the live demonstration?"

As they walk down the hallway, the rep begins to feel very uncomfortable. He glances back at the Navy man and realizes why: the Navy rep is staring at him. Not just for lack of anywhere else to look, but in a way that makes him feel very insecure. As if he's sizing him up at all times, trying to anticipate his next move, get inside his head. He looks ahead again and goes up to the double doors. "Here we are!" The Navy rep again doesn't change facial expressions or say anything.

Upon entering, the two men see two female soldiers in the combat suits standing near the entrance, talking. They notice the men and salute. "Cpl. Sanchez. Cpl. Woods. Where's Macintire?" He makes a show of looking around for her. "She's in the locker room sir. She's double checking her equipment, to avoid any...incidents." She glares in the NHA rep's direction and he gives her a sympathetic look.

"Well, let me start anyway. These are the updated PX-1000 combat suits, now labelled the PX-1100. They no longer have any problems with the waste management systems, and I've been assured this has been TESTED thoroughly." The Navy man writes on his clipboard again. "Can I get just a brief demo before the third girl arrives? Can we lock the doors and fire a few rounds from those rifles?" He gestures over to the weapons on a table near the entrance. "Oh, I don't see a problem with that. Who should go first?" The NHA rep looks back and forth between Sanchez and Woods. "We can both go, sir." Sanchez suggests. "Ah. Good enough, I suppose. Alright, follow me to the viewing room."

Once the two men start up the stairs to the viewing room, Sanchez leans over to whisper to Woods. "Ohmygod I have to go! I'm afraid to use the suit but I don't know how long this demo is going to last. What should I do?" Woods thinks a moment before flatly stating "Hold it." She then grabs a rifle and walks over to the firing range, adjusting her helmet. Sanchez frowns and follows suit.

The demonstration goes well, with the girls placing perfect shots on the targets from any distance. Blowback doesn't even seem to exist with the suits on. "And of course, the software for the augmented reality system has been improved. In just a month the targetting system actually works properly, and most of the glitches have been eliminated. It's still not perfect, however." The NHA rep continues his pitch as the Navy rep simply nods and scribbles on the clipboard. As the Navy rep watches the demo, he spots Sanchez wiggling her hips in-between magazines. "Is she feeling alright?" He points her out with his pen. "Ahh...I'm not sure. She seems ok." "Well, I've seen enough of this. The suit seems to function well, and I'll take the report's word for it on the other weapons. This is just a preliminary anyway. I'm curious to see the changes to the waste management system, though. Will this be a problem." The NHA rep started sweating again, terrified. "Well, I should hope...I mean it depends on the girls...they might not have to...but I mean with the rations we feed them, heh...heheh...ah." The Navy rep still remains stoic as ever. Not a single chortle. "Well, let's see then, shall we?" He rings the buzzer to signal the end of the live fire demo and opens the door. They both head down the stairs as the girls set down all their equipment. Again, Sanchez squirms as she puts her things away.

"So, we already have a dozen prototype suits set aside. They're all the updated 1100 models, so there shouldn't be any lingering issues." The Navy rep just writes on his clipboard again. No comments. No questions. "Ah, if you don't mind my asking, shouldn't you be a bit more inquisitive about this whole affair? I understand testing and inquiry is more rigorous after any incidents, especially in the arms industry." The man doesn't respond. The rep lets the subject drop as they're approached by Woods and Sanchez.

"Alright, moving right on to the next part of the demonstration..." Sanchez nudges Woods, and Woods leans over to whisper in her ear. "Don't worry, I'll do it. Just hold it." Sanchez smiles and pats Woods on the shoulder. "Any volunteers?" Woods raises her hand. "I have to go, sir." "Very good, Corporal. Go ahead." Woods blushes as one light comes on the hip plate. Woods' facial expression doesn't change until the light blinks off, then a very subtle look of relief fleets across her face for just a moment, before reverting back to her usual blank expression."

"Ah, Cpl. Woods, I hate to ask, but...can you remove your waste management device for a moment? I'd like to have a look at it." The NHA rep waits while she presses a button to detach the device and hands it over. He looks it over, then hands it to the Navy rep. He too looks it over, and hands it back. "Well, everything's in order, it seems! Perfect." He hands the device back to Woods, who reattaches it to the suit.

The Navy man makes another note on his clipboard, then steps over by the girls. "Excellent. We'll take it." The NHA rep is silent a moment, before stammering out "You'll...uh...take it?" "Yes, we'll take it." Again, he pauses in shock and confusion. "Well, forgive me if I'm incorrect, but you're a representative, correct? You're here to give your bosses an assessment of the technology, then they take a few for personal testing, and it's a very complicated process. What do you mean you'll 'take it?'"

"I mean, we'll TAKE it." Again, everyone in the room is puzzled. The NHA rep's radio starts making noise. He removes it from his belt and answers. "Hey, what's going on?" "Sir, guy from the Navy is here. We double-checked the ID of that first guy and it's a phony. I don't know who you've got in there with y-...oh holy shit." The radio went silent.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, until the NHA rep dared to speak. "Sir, who are you?" The man said nothing. "Sir I'm going to need to see your identification." Still nothing. The NHA rep stepped closer. "Sir, I'm going to h-" Just then, the double doors banged open, knocking out the NHA rep. The sudden noise took Sanchez and Woods by surprise, and Sanchez dropped to the ground, trying to keep her nerve. Two lights blinked on the front before Sanchez had any idea what was going on. "Oh shit...oh my god...what's happening?!" Sanchez felt herself let go of her bladder and sphincter at the same time and felt a hot stream of urine entering the device, making an almost inaudible whizzing noise. Worse, though, was her urge to shit. Falling down on her back knocked the panel, breaking the waste management system. She begins to tear up as she unleashes a torrent of diarrhea into the suit, partly mashing the brown mess up against her back and buttcheeks and partly releasing it into the hip panel, dripping some down onto the floor.

Two men with assault rifles grab the girls by the shoulders and lift them up at gunpoint, marching them into the hallway. Sanchez farts and loses control of her bowels again in the process. *Frrrp* Shit drips down her legs. The man with the clipboard sniffs the air. "I don't think they fixed the waste management device." He frowns. "We'll have a go at it when we have the suits."

A third man appears and hands the clipboard man a handgun. "Let's get the other suits and get out." They quickly move from room to room, looking for any trace of the suits. "Hey boss, don't you think they'd keep them someplace more secure?" "We're playing the odds." Sanchez continues farting and having terrible diarrhea in her suit. "Hey, stop spoiling the merchandise bitch." She whimpers.

MEANWHILE...

The Queen's Throne Part 2

Lady Cassia paced up and down her bed chamber, unable to sleep. "That new girl, there's something about her. She was almost too kind, too sweet. Why can't I stop thinking about earlier today?" The sun was now set, and the mood in the room was just as dark as the light outside. A few stray candles burned in the corners of the room, just enough to provide some light so Cassia could see where she was headed. She sat at her vanity and stared herself in the eye, thinking hard. She looked over at the door leading to Liviya's quarters, laying her head down on the table and sighing. She stared for a long time. "Well...it's not too late. She could be awake."

She stood up, straightened her sleeping gown and walked over to the door, hesitating before knocking. "What if she's not awake? I could be disturbing." She shook her head, long strands of hair falling over her eyes. "She has an obligation to me anyway. She must expect this sort of thing...no, that sounds cruel. I don't wish to abuse her in any way." While her mind was still rambling, her body had taken over and knocked on the door. She was worried for a moment, because if she'd heard that, there was no going back now. "Oh my! This is terrible, I shouldn't be disturbing her at this time of night! What shall...I..." She heard footsteps, coming closer, and the door opened. Liviya stood there, also dressed in her white nightgown. "Do you require my services, m'lady?" She played with her sleeves as she said this.

"Well...no, I do-" *Gurggl* Her stomach lurched, and a sudden pain seized her lower abdomen. "Oh...I believe I do. I'm sorry." She rushed over to the royal stool and lifted the lid, quickly lifting up the back of her nightgown and sitting. *Pfft* A burst of air escaping her butt. "I'm very sorry. Did I wake you just for this?" She continued playing with her sleeves, and was staring down at her feet, but yet she didn't hesitate to answer. "No, m'lady. I was...awake." *Pffft* More gas, a very quiet puff, but quite aromatic. Cassia wrinkled her nose. Liviya just stared down at her feet. "Hm. It appears I'm just rather...er...flatulent, at the moment. Are you troubled?" "Not at...may I sit down?" Cassia looked confused for a moment, then realized she was, after all, the queen, and these sort of formalities must be expected. "Oh, of course. Please, sit." Liviya sat down on the edge of the bed. She still played with the cuffs of her nightgown. "You do appear troubled though. What is the matter, Liviya?"

Liviya sat silent for what seemed like an eternity, before she at last opened her mouth to speak. "I h-" *Frrt* A wet fart interrupted her. "Oh. Ah, I'm sorry Liviya. That was embarrassing. Now, you were saying?" Liviya was now bright red, obviously feeling ashamed. "Not a thing. I...apologize." Cassia furrowed her brow and reached out to touch Liviya's knee. "Speak your mind." Liviya sighed. "Well...Ineedtorelievemybowelsbut...uhm...I didn't...want to disturb you by opening the door so...I just sat there." Cassia was now the embarrassed one. "It's ok. You may leave and relieve yourself now if you want." Liviya held a hand to her crotch and spoke in an urgent tone. "Thank you, m'lady uh...but...mmn......I don't think I can make it there." She gripped herself tighter.

Cassia was now concerned. She thought about her mother, looking down on the poor and the laborious around her. She thought her mother might be annoyed by something like a servant leaving to use the lavatory. She didn't want to be like that. "Liviya, if you can't hold it...I should tell you this stool is rather large. If I move to the side, we may be able to use it both at once. If that might be fine with you, of course." Liviya started up but caught herself and sat back down. "No m'lady, I shouldn't impose." Cassia began scooting over to the side. "Loosing your bowels on my bed might be more of an imposition than this. Please." Liviya stood up and, in one quick motion, pulled her nightgown up, turned around and threw herself down onto the stool. Cassia had to grip the side to keep from being propelled off the edge.

Liviya wasted no time. Immediately she released a combination of gas and very loose diarrhea, groaning while she did so. *PffttcrrkklplpbllrtttPLPPpffftblrrrrtpfff* Cassia held onto the edge for dear life, both trying not to fall off and trying not to make the atmosphere thicker. She unconciously sniffled and smelled the horrible air, coughing involuntarily. "You're fortunate you have no sense of smell, Liviya." She laughed. Liviya didn't laugh, whether it was because of her physical discomfort or her unshakable etiquette. Cassia stopped smiling and looked around the room, passing more gas in the meantime. *Pffffft* Liviya was now urinating into the pot, and at the same time having awful, reeking diarrhea. Cassia felt sorry for the girl. She held this in for who knows how long, and was just now getting a chance to relieve herself, and it had to be in someone's company? It seemed almost unfair, but sort of fitting given the situation.

Cassia decided to lend some comfort. She reached behind her back and found Liviya's arm, wrapped tightly around her aching stomach. She pulled one arm away and lay it between them, holding her hand and running her fingers along her palm. Liviya opened her teary eyes again and realized her hand was being held. She turned her head and nearly met Cassia's gaze. They rolled their heads back a little farther in unison, now looking eye-to-eye. *Crrkkllflomp* Cassia let loose into Liviya's pile. She giggled. Even Liviya giggled this time. "Liviya scrunched her face up and grunted, testing her bowels. "I'm finished, m'lady." She sighed and let go of Cassia's hand. "As am I. Shall we clean ourselves?" Liviya gasped. "I forgot my things!" She carefully let down her nightgown and walked to her bedroom, bringing back the shallow bowl and silk. Liviya first cleaned Cassia's backside, then went to get another bit of silk. She came back and made to clean herself, but Cassia stopped her. "...Allow me. This will be a secret amongst us, yes?" Liviya stood stunned. "A...secret? Us? I...yes. Alright." Cassia smirked and commanded Liviya to turn around and squat, and she did. She took her time cleaning Liviya's rear, disgusted and at the same time highly fascinated. The smell was becoming a nuisance, however. "There, finished. Now please, Liviya, remove this." She pointed to the stool. "O...of course, m'lady." She opened the front and removed the pot, looking down into it before walking over to the window and pouring the contents onto the garden below.  She wiped the inside of the bowl and set it aside. "I shall wash it more thoroughly tomorrow. I'll take all of this away for now." "Please do."

After Liviya left the room, Cassia tossed herself onto the bed, deep in thought. She'd caught a glimpse of the contents of the bowl, and she was utterly astounding that such a slender girl as Liviya could produce something so...large. "At the least, I think there are a great many things I don't understand about this girl." She pulled the covers over herself and drifted to sleep, the still fresh odor of Liviya's evacuation still hanging in the air.

One Soldier at a Time: Part 2 - Live Demonstration 1

The men find themselves walking down the corridor again, ecstactic about the live demonstration. Was New Heaven Arms really ready to release such a visionary piece of technology? Would it truly prove itself on the battlefield? Time to find out.

The hallway ends at a large, metal double door. The NHA representative swings the doors wide and saunters into a long, high-ceilinged room, divided by tiles roughly 3x3 feet throughout the floor and ceiling. Four adorable (but gruff-looking) women stand not far from the entrance, each holding a different weapon: one holds a handgun, one an assault rifle, one a more conventional high-powered sniper rifle and one even holds an anti-tank weapon. They salute as the men walk in. The rep salutes back at them. "Gentlemen, these are our demonstrators." He points to each one in turn, and they all wave back. "Cpl. Amy Sanchez. Sgt. Abigail Guff. Sgt. Raegan Macintire. And last, Cpl. Imogen Woods."

Cpl. Sanchez is the shortest of the girls. Blond hair, blue eyes and fair complexion. Possibly the cutest of the girls, with the sweetest face. Not to be mistaken for innocent though: on the battlefield, she's dangerous. She wields the handgun, and is the current champion of the NRA's official target shooting competition.

Sgt. Guff is probably the LEAST cute of the girls. She has a strong, muscular face and black hair shaved into a fade. She has green eyes and is African-American, with a fairly light complexion. She holds the assault rifle, and is known to her squadmates as "Guff the Ruff."

Sgt. Macintire is of Irish descent, and it shows. Messy brown hair, wide brown eyes and a very excitable demeanor, she's easily the perkiest of the group. Truly an anomaly in the sniping world, she's able to keep 100% cool composure whenever the situation calls for it. Outside of combat, however, she's a rowdy one. She carries the sniper rifle, and has competed with it in several ISSF Olympic events.

Cpl. Woods is the stoic one of the group. She has very pale blonde hair, almost silver at first glance, and dark green eyes. She stands in a very uncomfortable-looking stance at nearly all times, rarely adding to a conversation. But she's bright: her CO's have testified to her leadership ability, and if she were more sociable would probably have been promoted much higher by now. She holds the anti-tank launcher, and has studied the manual endlessly every night for weeks.

"Now, if you'll follow me..." They all walk over to the left and file up a short staircase into a small viewing room. The rep clicks a button on the panel in front of him, bending over to speak into a microphone. "You ladies can begin, starting with Cpl. Sanchez." The women put their helmets on and Cpl. Sanchez stands at the firing range, the other women standing off to the side.

The men watch eagerly as the women all take their turns firing their weapons down the range, scoring near perfect on each target. The demonstration for the anti-tank weapon was particularly impressive: Cpl. Woods didn't even seem to change stance as she fired the missle. She was perfectly still for the entire demonstration.

The women remove their helmets and line up again near the entrance as the men come back down. The men shake hands with the soldiers, congratulating them on a successful demo. "Ah, but the demonstration isn't quite finished." The rep adds to the ongoing conversation. "First, I have a working model of the helmet the PX-1000 uses, you can all pass it around and have a look at the interface, and see how it feels to wear. The men do so, and are all in agreement of how comfortable the helmet actually is to wear. The interface, as the rep said, didn't work perfectly; the targetting system was glitchy and the interface just shut down altogether a few times, but the rep assured them it was a software issue and not a permanent problem.

Cpl. Sanchez clears her throat and says "Excuse me a moment." The men turns to face her and she smiles bashfully, before a tiny light on the hip plate comes on. "Aha! A perfect demonstration of the waste disposal feature. I can see from here that it's a 'number one.' Very excellent." The rep beams. The light stays on for a few more seconds before Woods sighs and the light blinks off. She gives the thumbs up to the group and they give her a short round of applause. She gives a hearty laugh in reply.

"Come to think of it, I don't suppose any of you ladies could offer a full demonstration?" The rep looks hopeful. The girls shift in place for a moment, before Macintire speaks up. "I think I can manage it, sir!" Sanchez giggles while the other two roll their eyes. "Is it ok if I wear my helmet? I'm REALLY shy." She puts her helmet on and turns around, bending forward with her hands resting on her knees, squatting down slightly. From behind the helmet they can hear a muffled "Mmnf." This time, two lights switch on on the hip plate. Macintire feels her sphincter opening up to welcome a hearty log, and...*Clnk* "Hm?" The interior of the suit closes up, disconnecting the hip plate from her ass. "Oh shit." She (appropriately) quips. A warm, mushy mass smashes up against her butt. *Pfft crkl* She's unable to control her movement now, and panics slightly. "Uhh, sir? We have a malfunction." More shit squeezes against her ass and legs, until she finally finishes releasing her smelly load. "Uh, wait, why does it stink? Phew!" Sanchez pinches her nose and shoots a puzzled look at the rep. The rep looks mortified.

"The girl is right. I thought the system eradicated odor." One of the men says. The rep looks worried now. "Well, this is obviously a malfunctioning unit. An anomaly. The next unit probably won't do anything like this. Uh, anyone else? Can we give a proper demonstration while Macintire cleans herself up?" Macintire waddles out of the room, groaning and mumbling the entire time, leaving a trail of putrid odor behind her. The men all step back and hide their noses in their sleeves.

Woods raises her hand to speak. "I can try, sir." "Very well, Woods. Go ahead." She doesn't even bothering turning around or putting her helmet on, she assumes a squat position and rests her arms on her knees. "I volunteer!" Sanchez hums. She bends forward in the same way that Macintire did and winks at the men. "Nngh!" Sanchez gives them all an exagerrated grunt, pushing a load into her plate. Two lights come on. Meanwhile, Woods is still completely silent, but two lights come on on her plate. "Nngh...big one." Sanchez giggles again and grunts. The lights blink once and Sanchez sighs. "All good so far!" Sanchez grunts again before...

Sanchez's plate pops off and lands on the floor, along with the log it was holding. "Crap!" She squats down and drops another lump onto the broken plate, then urinates all over the front and the floor. The men all groan in disgust and start crowding the rep, who's looking very nervous by now. Meanwhile, Woods is still concentrating, her eyes now closed. Two lights blink as she feels a soft load coming out and entering the container. A crackling noise comes from her bottom. *Crrklk* She sighs quietly and begins to stand up, waiting to see if she's finished. The lights go off and she stands up, standing perfectly still again. "It works fine." However, Guff begins to step away from her. "I don't think so, Woods." "What do yo...oh. I see." Her plate didn't fall off, nor did the suit seal up, but the smell is proof enough that it didn't work. Guff cups both hands to her nose. "Nasty, Woods. Really nasty!"

Sanchez is now holding her head in her hands, thoroughly embarassed. Woods is removing her plate, examining it for defects, and Guff...

*Prrt* Guff lets out a small fart. "Aw hell, I'm gettin' out of this thing before it screws up on me too!" She scrambles to get her plate off, heading towards the door, and...*Pllbbrrt!!* A loud fart and a huge load of diarrhea comes streaming out of her, filling the container and overflowing the unit, seeping out the sides. "Oh dammit!" She squats down and lets out another fart. *PblblttFFRRT* Another explosion of mud, and the the cracks in the panel are now flowing with feces. The smell is intolerable, and a few of the men gag. Sanchez almost starts to cry, but when she looks around, starts to laugh. "So...good demonstration?" She snickers.

Woods is sniffing her own load, but immediately pulls back. "...Ew." Sanchez is now finished, but has nothing to obscure her private bits and is thus squating down over the plate, humiliated. Guff has retreated to the corner and is still having explosive diarrhea in her suit, moaning and clutching her stomach. "Oh god make it end, I wanna get this thing off..."

The men all turn to the rep, who is slowly edging for the door. "So...what should the opening bid on the project be?" The men all walk out at once, leaving the rep alone in a room full of smelly, ashamed women. "Uh...sorry girls. Off to the showers I guess, huh?" Everyone, even Woods, stares daggers at him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna go get a drink. I need to have a talk with the engineers, and I'm not doing it sober. Or politely."

Elsewhere...

"FUCK! This thing has to come off. C'moon, I need a fucking shower...ergh...AAHH!" Macintire gives up and curls up on the locker room bench and begins to cry.

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One Soldier at a Time: Part 1 - Video Demonstration

A man in a very expensive suit leads a small group of equally expensively dressed gentlemen down a brightly lit hallway, walking backwards and talking at the same time. "So you see, this new suit will usher in a whole new era of warefare. Environments which were once untraversable will now be trivial to pass through. The casualty rate will drop significantly and soldiers will feel far more secure in a firefight. We will have an immeasurable advantage over the competition." A murmur runs through the crowd as the men chatter excitedly. "If you'll step into this room, we'll watch a very brief video presentation. It also includes a taped demonstration of the suit in action. After this, you'll be able to see several soldiers using the suit in a live demo." The men chatter even more loudly this time. Excitement exudes from the group as they cross the threshhold into a small presentation room with a projector already set up.

The man leading the group waits for them all to sit down and flicks off the lights, hitting a button on the remote he pulls from his pocket. A video starts playing on the opposite wall, and the men watch with their full attention.

"This is the new PX-1000 powered combat suit." A buff female soldier holding an assault rifle stands in the middle of a field, obviously a proving ground. She's wearing a form fitting suit, with special plates built into the wrists, chest, part of the stomach and most of her legs, as well as a strange-looking piece built around her hips and across her crotch. "This suit is just the beginning in a line of powered combat suits being developed by the New Heaven Arms Corporation. Our hope is that the PX line will become a regular, permanent fixture of the United States military." One of the men in the room speaks up "Lofty goals, eh?" A few of the men snicker before the man giving the presentation silences them.

The woman on screen places a helmet on her head and hits a button on the side, closing the visor. "The PX-1000's helmet has built in communication devices as well as a UV-resistant visor. The entire thing is highly bullet and impact resistant." The woman readies her weapon and fires at some distant targets. The camera zooms in to reveal the targets, and all the shots are placed almost perfectly. The men in the room all look impressed already. "The PX-1000's Virtual Muscle system is designed to stablize the wearer's aim, and the helmet's visor is installed with the latest in augmented reality technology, allowing for advanced target identification systems." The man with the remote chimes in. "The software for the AR system still has a few bugs, but the suit is fully functional without it, and it can't be turned off within the suit itself. Also, the helmet has a filtration system, so it can function as a gas mask."

"The PX-1000 is resitant to bullets, heavy impacts and indirect explosions. It is built from special space-age metals and nano-fibers for maximum protection." The woman removes her helmet and wipes her forehead. "Hot? The PX-1000 has a cooling system built right into the suit for high-temperature environments, as well as a heating system for low-temperature environments. Sweat is collected in a resevior, filtered and recycled into the in-suit hydration tank." The woman then screws up her face and rubs her inner thigh. "But what about other bodily wastes, you might ask?" Some of the men in the room looked interested.

The woman squats down slightly and a look of relief comes across her face. "As you may notice, first of all, the suit is built for a wide range of movement. Now, what's happening here is..." A small animation plays in the corner as the woman continues urinating, of both male and female genitalia urinating into the small compartment, with the urine being stored in a small pouch in the hip piece. The woman sighs and stands up. Then she frowns and squats down even lower, grabbing her stomach and screwing up her face. A less graphic animation of feces being stored in a compartment on the hip plate is show in the corner. She stands up again and looks even more relieved; she's actually smiling.

Some of the men look disgusted (if highly interested), others highly intrigued, and one of them looks very excited at the whole idea. The man with the remote grins.

"The PX-1000's waste disposal features include scent eradicating technology, as well as a system to compact larger movements." The hip plate whirs for a moment as the woman looks surprised, then comes to a halt. She blushes and shuffles around uncomfortably, giggling.

"And one more important feature of the PX-1000 is related to it's waste management feature. Watch." The woman clicks a button on the hip plate and it begins whirring, popping off into her hand. The crotch area of the suit quickly closes up to protect her modesty. She places it on the ground and hits another button, causing it to move foward across the ground. After a few minutes, once it's far out of range, it explodes. The men in the room are taken aback. Urine and feces are spread across the ground, smoking. "The PX-1000 employs basic psychological and biological warfare within it's waste management system, for use in emergencies or possibly ambushes." The camera refocuses on the woman, who holds her gun at her side and winks, giving a thumbs up to the camera. "New Heaven Arms: Building a better war, one soldier at a time."

The projector automatically clicks off and the man with the remote flicks the lights back on. "Now, gentlemen, you've had a taste. Is anyone excited about a live demonstration?" The men all leap up at once and follow the man out of the room.

TO BE CONTINUED

The Queen's Throne

The kingdom of Dioria was known as one of the calmest in the land. The queen was young and fair, there was little political turmoil, and, unlike many of the other nearby lands, there were few beasts to contend with in the wilderness. The price to pay for all this peace came in the fact the the kingdom was very, very boring. Much of the brown was brown or dark green, much like a swamp but less damp, and the ground was sparse with vegetation. There were no massive mountain ranges in the distance, or even nearby hills to climb on top of. It was flat, dull and few wanted to live there.

Still, it had it's benefits. The farming community was thriving in the area, as the soil was very fertile. Should anyone or anything attack the main kingdom (which no one ever wanted to, anyway), they would have no place to hide, giving the guards a strong tactical advantage. The kingdom was very out of the way, so actual supplies and news from other towns and cities was rare. The people of Dioria made do with what they had, and tried to be entirely self-sufficient. And it worked well for them. They were decent, hardworking people, the lower class was not looked down upon by the upper class, and nobody picked on anybody else. It was a good place to live, if you're not looking for any excitement whatsoever.

On one of these uneventful days, the current queen of Dioria, Lady Cassia, sat in her throne room staring out the window, holding court for the day. She sighed and turned over to her aide, on the left side of her throne, looking him up and down. "Must we do this today? Nobody has been in to bring news, and nobody has any issues to address with me today, and even nobody has been in for my entertainment. Can't we retire for the day?"

Her aide gave her a concerned look for a few moments, before saying "M'lady, you are the queen of Dioria. You must spend a certain amount of the day at your throne, prepared to solve disputes or negotiate with ambasadors from other kingdoms. It is one of your obligations, and I'm afraid today's time is not yet up. It will be over soon and we can do as you wish." She grumbled before turning to the window again, sighing.

Lady Cassia was only 19 years old, but had a very mature look for her age. Her mother, Lady Aria, looked down on the lower class, but even she was rather fair to them. She had passed away of disease (a rare thing in Dioria, as sickness was not widespread) at the age of 47. Cassia was only 17, and was to take the crown from that moment on. It suited her just fine. Running the kingdom was actually a pretty easy job, and she was never all that fond of her mother. Still, she sort of missed her, from time to time.

Cassia shifted in her seat and squinted her eyes for a moment, trying hard to keep her composure. "C'mooon, how much longer is this going to be? I can't wait much longer..." She thought, tension mounting in her nervous mind. She glanced around the room a few times, while attempting to conceal her discomfort. It was unavoidable that she would shift around, but she could not let her aide see a strange facial expression or hear (or, god forbid, smell) any "emissions." She sat back on the chair and groaned.

Her aide looked over at her, slumped over in the throne, and his mind began to wander. "Is she really mature enough to hold such a position? She can't even sit still in her throne for a scant few hours." He stared at her for a moment, taking in her pale skin, her long black hair, her extravagant dress of red and gold, custom tailored to make her look all the more dignified, lacy bits on all the ends, her shape just barely showing through the... He snapped back to reality. "She's technically royalty, and your job is to aid her in her queenly endeavours. Don't think of the lady in that way." He turned to face the main door of the throne room again, pushing his urges aside.

"M'lady, is there something distressing you? You seem listless." She frowned and looked to her right, out the window again. "Nothing is distressing me. You needn't worry." He too frowned. "It's just that you seem...distant today. Alone in your own world." He waited for a response for several seconds, almost ready to repeat himself, before finally she spoke. "No, I'm...fine. How much longer until we finish?" "Do you have a prior engagement? I can send to tell them you may be late." Again, she waited several seconds before responding. "That's alright."

Several minutes passed before anyone spoke again. The queen let her hand fall off the arm rest and began to rub her stomach, using soft, slow movements as to avoid undue attention. She spoke again. "Uhm...is it possible to take short...breaks, perhaps?" He thought a moment. "Well, no. It is your duty to remain in the room during this time, m'lady. Do you need something? I could send for a meal if you wish. Or perhaps even some entertainment, if anyone is available. Some company, perhaps." She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. "That's the last thing I need..." He paused a moment, thinking hard. What could be upsetting the queen...?

He blushed after finally realizing the cause of her distress. "Ah...m'lady? Do...you need to..ah...relieve yourself?" There was a very long silence, in which neither looked at each other and both turned deep red. "I...rather do, yes." He sighed and continued facing away from Lady Cassia. "Well, fortunately, we've taken such things into consideration. We are very strict and traditional here, but we do realize that even royalty have basic human needs. If you would stand, m'lady." She very carefully gripped the arm rests and stood up slowly, attempting not to soil herself in the process. Once she was stood up, her aide swung around and stood in front of the throne, avoiding her gaze the entire time. He reached under the throne and lifted the top, revealing another seat entirely under the top cushion, with a padded hole connected to a pot below the throne. "I'm afraid this will have to do, m'lady. Unfortunately I must be present at all times, unless more urgent business or sickness keep me away, as you know. I promise I will not look, however." It was a nice gesture, telling her this, but not exactly comforting. "Uh...does m'lady need help...removing her undergarments?" He didn't look at her as he said this, turning away and blushing deeply. "I still promise not to...look."

"That's...quite alright." She said, also avoiding eye contact. "...Please turn away." He did, and she carefully pulled up her dress and the layers underneath, sliding her underwear down. There was a small brown streak on the back, from holding it all morning. As she turned around and began to sit on the throne again, her stomach gurgled. She groaned as she lay her smooth bottom on the seat.

Meanwhile, Cassia's aide had been distracted trying not to embarass her, and thus didn't notice the gurgling sound. He was not aware of how badly she needed to go.

Another few moments of silence passed, where the aide looked to the leftmost wall, and the queen was too embarassed to go. The aide decided to sit down next to the throne, still not looking in her direction; keeping his promise. She finally relaxed and began urinating into the bowl, the sound echoing around the chamber. She stared down at her feet and wiggled her toes as she peed. The bowl quickly filled, and the almost soothing sound of the stream hitting the side of the pot was replaced with the sound of pee sloshing against her large puddle. Her stream at last slowed, and she let off a few last drips into the bowl. She sighed in relief and sat back in the chair.

Her aide stood again, turning towards the queen. "Excellent then. I shall call for the royal chambermaid to dispose of that. Just then, as if perfectly rehearsed, she farted into the pot, echoing through the bowl around around the room. *frrRRTT* Her aide nearly went green, and blushed again. "I...will send for the lady of the bedchamber immediately. I...suppose...you will need someone to wash you afterwards." He quickly turned and walked out of the room, leaving her alone. She held her head in her hands and tried not to breathe through her nose; the smell was unbearable, and there was no doubt he'd sampled her aroma before he left. *Nngh* She grunted and began her movement, a pile of brown slop shooting out of her sensitive hole. *Spklklkrrt* The sound was beyond description, and the smell was even worse. The smell and texture of her bowel movements reflected the diet of royalty in a small farming community: cabbage, meat, potatoes and anything with lots of fiber. She gagged and vowed she would never eat the cabbage again.

The door creaked open and Cassia's eyes shot foward, taking in the sight of a frail-looking girl bashfully entering the room. She looked around and walked up to the throne, staring down at her feet. "I'm...the...uhh....lady...uhm..." Cassia stared at her while she continued stammering. She tried to hide her embarassment and smiled. "What is your name?" She looked up at Cassia and said "Uhm...m'lady, I am Liviya. I'm...the uh...well I'm...your lady of the bedchamber. I...you know..." 'That's enough. I know what you do." Cassia noticed the small device in Liviya's hand, and the shallow bowl of water in the other. The device was a sort of silk handkerchief attached to a stick. "I think I know what that does." She giggled in spite of herself, and Liviya almost flashed a smile, before looking back down at her feet.

"I thought I was to choose my own lady of the bedchamber, though. I had heard the woman with my mother had recently passed. I had never liked her much anyway, she was much too rough. You seem young." Liviya ground her shoe into the floor and stammered out "Well...I am...very young, yes. See, your aide thought you might still be getting used to your authority, so your aide thought it best...if uhm..he chose...the lady of the bedchamber for you. And there were lots of other people and I mostly didn't want to...but my mother thought it would be nice for me...to uhm...'be among royalty' so she sent me there. And then uhh...I told him...I told him that I didn't have any sense of smell, because see I was attacked by a troll when I was little...and I'm ok...I'm really ok, see?..." She pointed to her cheek, and indeed Cassia noticed a small scar on her cheek, as well as the fact that it was almost indetectably caved in. "So I can't smell anything, and that's...a good thing for...this job..." She trailed off and stared down at her feet. *SPPLRTbrlbrt* Cassia dropped another load into the pot, freshening the stink in the room. She pinched her nose and nearly gagged again.

Liviya blushed. "If you wish...uh...I ah...can leave you to finish. Alone..." *Frrp* "......That's alright. If you want to leave, you can, and I'll call you back. I'll leave it in your hands." Liviya trembled and looked up at Cassia, before laying her instruments at the foot of the throne and standing to the side. "I'm ok. I should be here." She suddenly seemed far more brave, even though she was shaking. Cassia smiled shyly and reached over to grab Liviya's hand. Liviya gasped, before calming down and grasping Cassia's very smooth hand with both of hers. "Please, finish."

*SpllkkRTCHTLklk* an extremely wet load exploded from Cassia's rear, once again adding more to the already overpowering scent. "And you're certain you can't smell that? I envy you." Liviya giggled. Cassia squeezed Liviya's hand hard and said with a strained voice "Almost...through...hnnngh..." *CrrkklkPLOP* A much more solid log crawled through her colon and landed in the watery mess below, marking the end of her BM. She gasped and leaned back, still gripping Liviya's hand. "I'm finished." She panted, sweat running down her forehead.

Cassia now realized how adorable Liviya was. She wore a simple black and white dress, but it was much more form-fitting than her own. You could almost see Liviya's curves, and even though she wasn't well-endowed, her breasts looked well-shapen even through the dress. She had short brown hair, and a very soft face, with high cheekbones and a rather small nose. She looked almost childlike. "How old are you, Liviya?" "I am 17 years old m'lady. Soon to be 18." Cassia eyed her again, and envied her youthful appearance. Cassia herself was very young, but she looked far more mature. Her face was wrinkle-free, but she still looked older than she was, which made her much easier to respect at least.

Liviya grasped Cassia's arm and lifted her off the throne, telling her to lift her dress and squat down. She did, and Liviya began splashing water onto her butt, and then she was wiped up. Liviya set her things to the side and redressed Cassia, before noticing the small stain on her underwear. "Uhm..should I uh...take these to the laundry?" Cassia went flush for what could've been the hundredth time today. "Please." She removed her underwear and set them also to the side, then walked over to the throne and looked into the pot. She gasped, covering her hand with her mouth. "...Oh, I'm...I apologize, m'lady. It's just that...my..." She stared at the pot with a look of bewilderment.

"I'll remove this." She said, when she was finished gawking. Cassia still giggled, and closed the lid on the throne before sitting down again. She bolted up for a moment before sitting again, slower this time. "Uhm...is there any way to make...me...less tender...down there?" She asked. "I...have heard of some herbal remedies grown locally, yes. Shall I look into it?" "Please do."

"Goodbye, m'lady." Liviya left the room, and a few minutes later Cassia's aide reentered. He stood stoicly by the throne, not saying a word. "Is she to your satisfaction, m'lady? I apologize for taking this into my own hands." "She's perfect." Cassia grinned widely. "She's certainly got her work cut out for her."

Before they left for the day, Cassia's aide stared wide-eyed at the queen for several minutes, shocked she could say that sort of thing.

Ruin a Bathroom - Guest #1

A young girl, about the age of 20, cautiously shuffles down a dim corridor, trying to keep her mind on where she's going and off of a certain urge. She finally notices the sign attached to the wall, jutting out a little ways, reading "RESTROOMS" with an arrow pointed towards the wall. She breathes a sigh of relief and picks up her pace. Upon reaching the doors, she experiences an odd flood of emotion while reaching for the door handle: a sense of foreboding, a twinge of dread, and even a bit of excited wonderment. She shrugs this off and opens the door, revealing nothing but darkness. Once again, as she sticks out a hand to flick on the lights, she gets an odd feeling; a feeling that maybe this room doesn't belong in this corridor, in this mall, in this city. Maybe this toilet wasn't originally from this mall. Maybe this doorway doesn't really go to the mall's toilet, but another restroom, somewhere else. "Nah, stupid." She mutters.

After hitting the light switch, she ducks into the room, seizing her rear end with her free hand while she slams the door shut and clumsily locks the door. "Gotta gooo..." She whispers, a sense of urgency in her wavering voice. A rumbling sound escapes her gut and, with no other warning, a hot, foul, wet blast escapes her ass and fills the small one-toilet, one-sink bathroom with a pungent aroma. She shambles over to the bowl and slams the seat down (why was it up in the first place?), hiking up her grey, plaid-patterned skirt and pink "Hello Kitty" panties and slamming her rump down on the seat just in time. *Pff...prrt..* "All that damn greasy shit at the food court, nasty. Stuff'll turn anyone's asshole into a weapon of mass destruction." Under normal circumstances she might laugh, but there's a more pressing matter to take care of now. She closes her eyes and plugs her nose (the stench from her previous fart still lingers about the room) and bears down for a hearty dump.

*Bllrtt* A fart, even louder than the last, echoes through the bowl. She opens her eyes in surprise and notices a large brown stain on the back of her panties. "Oh my god I shit myself. I crapped my panties." Her skin flushes a deep shade of red. Her thoughts race across her mind in a frenzy. "Oh jesus, it's not just a little stain, that's pretty big. Dammit...no wonder it stinks so much in here. I can't walk out of here wearing those." She decides she'll throw them away in the trash can over by the sink on her way out, and high-tail it out of the mall before someone notices she's not wearing underwear.

Finally, her fecal mass begins to prod her backside, seemingly begging for her attention. A cramp sets upon her stomach as her sphincter opens wide to allow her crap proper passage into the holy porcelain temple. She lets out a primal grunt as she wrings her shirt. *Nngh...spllkkrk...plop! Plipplipfloomp* A thick, soft, fluffy mass exits her ass and fills the toilet, pushing the water away and clogging up the hole. The stench is now unbearable, her hand now permanently glued to her nostils. It's no good, she can still smell the greasy, fast-food-induced manure pile laying just beneath her butt. A final push and another, more solid, log drops on top of the mushy mess.

She reaches over for the toilet paper and lifts her butt off the seat, sitting to one side, and begins to slide the paper forward across her now searing hole. The paper is absolutely covered in soft shit, so she throws it into the nearly choked toilet and grabs a few more squares. She has to choke back vomit as she wipes, the smell and sight of her own waste beginning to nauseate her.

After a few wipes she's now clean, so she stares down into the bowl to examine her droppings. "Gnarly" She exclaims. She hesitates a moment, saying a silent prayer that the toilet won't clog, and pulls the flush. The water swirls around the edge of the bowl, forcing her poop to evacuate down a tiny hole for the second time today. After a very tense moment, the feces does indeed go down the hole, though not without a fight; a few large brown smears still coat the bottom of the bowl, and the strong smell of shit still fills the air. As she's stepping over to the sink to wash her hands, she steps out of her panties and carefully pinches them between her thumb and index finger. With one hand still gripping her nose, she pushes the revolving lid of the garbage can open and drops the once adorable underwear inside. She can't help but notice the trash is currently empty.

As she's washing her hands, she catches herself in the mirror, and a thought crosses her mind: how can something so disgusting come from such a cute face? Pretty little brunette, with her short hair, soft face, tiny little nose. It just doesn't make sense. She grins.

Leaving the bathroom, she can't help but have this strange feeling...the feeling that the room she just left isn't there anymore, and may very well have appeared somewhere else, and is about to be used again shortly. She pushes this strange thought out of her head and makes her way out of the hallway, intent on getting home and forgetting the whole mess.

(NOTE: The whole thing is part of a collaborative story, posted in this thread)

Dropping a Save

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.

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..."