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Kotarou - Couldn't Hold It In Her Anymore (Kinda Clean) by OverFlo207



Request by Kirito
(just a lil fanfic I doodled)

 

Kotarou is an anthropoid service dog. She had a license to walk freely amongst humans, which she would use in her job, walking the neighborhood canines around the dog park, she was a strong and respected police dog. Unfortunately when laws were passed to strictly prohibit dogs from walking outside without a master, unless on a leash, her license was revoked, and so poor Kotarou now found her job to be too degrading to perform, while confined to her mother’s leash. So she took a more humble job behind a desk, working as a forum bot for the Omorashi website, where she would send messages and let newcomers know when their accounts have been upgraded. It’s not much, but it has its benefits. At the end of each day, her boss Kirito ties on a shiny dog leash around Kota’s red collar, and walks her home. She’s happy to be walked.

 

But this sudden change in Kotarou’s lifestyle has had some small negative effects on her health, namely incontinence. Losing her only job where she used to be an assertive and respected pack-leader over the dogs she commanded, she is now encouraged to be more docile than aggressive, in a PC environment. This has made her more nervous around people, and she never knows when she’s allowed to properly assert herself, when dealing with an unruly member. And of course there’s the naughty artists that turn her stomach upside down. Kota really isn’t too interested in embracing a nasty diaper fetish, not since she was a puppy has she had any need of a diaper, so seeing and organizing people’s nasty artwork, especially from artists like OverFlo207, has made her throw up quite a few times. All this confusion and fatigue has caused her to start having accidents at the office more often. Soiled office chairs have had to be thrown out on more than one occasion, and it’s always an unpleasant and awkward time to have to cheer up and bathe a weepy dog-girl after she’s humiliated herself. Thankfully there is one great advantage to working for a diaper-lover’s website, a temporary solution for helping a little dog girl with a messy problem.

 

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She hasn’t had an unfortunate accident since, so lately Kirito has been walking Kota around the dog park, to help her feel at ease with wearing her new cushy safety precaution, and of course aiding her in dealing with her poopy anxiety problems. These sudden urges to release however, come at inconvenient times, and Kotarou has too much self-respect to do her business in front of people if she can help it, but when she has to go, she can’t stop it. Usually on a good day, she can find a tree or a bush to squat down behind when she has control over her bowel movements. This day unfortunately is not one of those. The first bad sign, is when she stops walking. She starts breathing more heavily, displaying clearly that she’s in a state of nervous distress. She can feel the pressure building up inside. Next her stomach starts to gurgle, and she hugs her arms tightly around her stomach. And once she pulls down those shorts, and places paws to the floor, that’s a sure sign that a defecating moment is no longer a moment of if, but when. Her tail starts to slowly raise, like a white flag waving surrender, and out comes the tears. Whether people are around or not, Kota starts grunting laboriously, as heap upon heap of dog-mess gets pushed out from between her legs, forming a large bulging brown mass to press out against the backside of her diaper. Onlookers pretend not to notice, but her stench does turn a few heads; and the sight of a young girl sitting on the ground, with her pants pulled down, and her diaper hanging out is impossible for anyone to ignore. Feeling distressed of her unwanted attention, she folds up, and begins whimpering, afraid to continue. Her handler pats her on the head and reassures her that it’s ok to get messy and to make mistakes, and once those pesky spectators are chased off, while ignoring the smelly aroma, Kirito crouches beside her and hands her a spare diaper. Her cries stop, she gratefully clutches the fresh crinkly plastic fabric in her arms, and finally she feels comfortable enough to finish. And so she closes her eyes, her face now turns bright red, and with one final strong and loud and flatulent push, Kotarou manages to launch out an embarrassingly huge lump of caca. After what felt like an eternity of strenuous pushing and grunting, she accomplishes her heavy task of putting that big fat defiant dump in its place...behind her, between her cheeks. Her tail lowers, and she starts panting. “Ow…huff, puff….my butt hurts…” She laughs nervously. The dung hangs down the back of her now very dirty diaper, practically spilling out the seams, she’s extremely careful this time not to accidently fall back on it. Her backside is bloated enough, without the stench of a squashed, rancid beefy diaper to clean up.

 

Now that she’s all done, she then stands, and pulls her tight shorts back up, feeling some restraint as she pulls it over the hefty mound that now sags down her diaper. She waddles the rest of the way home, on her leash, at Kirito’s side, to spare her boss the stinky odor from walking behind a messy doggy. Finally at home, she can now be changed from her nauseating cushy prison, and get bathed, by her mother this time around. Before they depart, Kota stops at the doorway, looking down nervously at her paws. “Sorry for the messy evening, boss…(sob) I appreciate you walking a smelly dog like me all the way home...(sniffle) b-but I just wanted to say thanks for the diaper…-Oh! And for giving us all a cool website to go to.” She wipes her eyes and looks down at the diaper given to her earlier. “Pink?” she says, “I’ve always kinda preferred boy colors, but…maybe I could give it a try….” Not wanting to force her to give up her tomboyish masculinity, Kirito then trades her for an alternative color. She happily accepts, and gives her boss a kiss and then she runs up to her room to change, before her smell lingers any further. Kirito then steps out the door, for the walk home, happily whistling as a pink waistband hangs out, exposed from the proud and generous Omorashi leader’s pants.


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