DonnyWotty

Alrighty, nobody else is commenting, so I think I'll dive in and see what I can cobble together: Name: Renn Barraclough Personality: Rather self confident, almost arrogant, especially in her abilities as an archer, which aren't entirely unwarranted, considering she's actually quite a good shot. Outfit: She wears the trappings of an archer, with light fabric hugging her body to prevents snags against obstacles on the move, reinforced in the most critical areas to prevent ripping, and lightweight leather armor covering her vitals, secured with straps. Hairstyle: Shoulder length, going no longer, again to avoid entanglement when on the move. She does it up in a bun when she thinks it could be grabbed by an opponent, but she tries not to ever let them get that close. Hair Colour: Brown. Appearance: Those unfamiliar with her might say that she doesn't look that quick on her feet, her hips flared, thighs wide, and arse ample. Under the leather chestpiece she wears, she also has a visible amount of tummy pudge bulging out from the fabric of her shirt, a symptom of being a woman with a rather healthy appetite. She has a pale complexion, and eyebrows that are thick enough to cause a second glance at her. If one were to get a gander at her without clothes on, one would see that she's quite bushy under the arms, and has an ample forest covering her mons. Height: 5' 2" Body Type: Pear-shaped/Plump/Bottomheavy Breast size: Not large. She's definitely on the bottomheavy side. Other Details: As hinted before, despite her size and proportions, she's actually quite agile and quick on her feet, and is also an excellent shot. As far as weaknesses, besides her overconfidence and arrogance rubbing people the wrong way occasionally, she's also a glutton when the opportunity presents itself. If you mix her overconfidence with her gluttony (such as an eating contest, or a challenge that she cannot devour a particularly large meat pie at the tavern), the results can be quite precarious as a day or so later she's left desperately trying to find a privy while a large, brown snake is slowly pushing between her heavy cheeks. Since her time as an apprentice, she's quite tolerant of using various facilities for relief, even a filthy privy. However, humorously, she is utterly loathe to go outdoors, either to empty her bladder or her bowels, unless she is absolutely sure nobody is peeping at her or listening to her expulsions, even if her gusset is going heavy with her waters or her load is smooching the fabric of her knickers.

Fine, make it quick.

>Attempt to manifest the door

>"Will this take much longer?"

Chug the potion, and pray you can hold it in long enough to do your thing.

>Hold it, pucker up, and keep going

“Alright, let’s go see your master.” (Belt up and follow the cat)

Ask if she had fun fishing. Optional: Give up trying to drop your load here, and maybe try to find another spot that's more private.

Hold it!

You are an absolute treat. Real talk, is anyone else waiting for the day @Mbgpeelover writes an article titled along the lines of "Today I couldn't make it to the toilet and had a very embarrassing public accident"?

I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't looking forward to it. Don't worry, I'm sure a mum having an accident in public would be perfectly understandable though.

All these stories sound amazing! Out of curiosity, have any of these situations doing your duty as a mom ever ended not in a close call, but a soaking? Particularly ones where you were away from home?

I say play it safe and deploy the EMP

Go for the wings!