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  1. Here's the last story for Gen 5! The next story will be my first entry in what I like to call "HoloMess Extra", which will be bonus stories I write that don't fall into the main story, or at least the ideas of the main story. This will include one-shots and alternate endings of already existing stories. Please look forward to it. “You fucking bitch!” Nene screamed, now unphased by the mess that lingered in her underwear, having grown used to the feeling, or rather, the lack thereof. In one swift motion, she slapped Polka straight across her face, causing the fennec to recoil. “I trusted you! Why didn’t you keep your mouth shut?!” “Look, I’m sorry! But I didn’t know what to do,” the circus girl apologized. “When I went to check out your… protection… a couple of the girls walked up to me and immediately started asking about it!” Nene stared her dead in the eyes. A shiver ran down Polka’s spine. “H-hey… how else was I supposed to explain myself carrying diapers to the cash register?” Nene scoffed, about-faced, and had begun to close the door in her face, but not before leaving Polka with the parting words, “You’ll regret this.” An air of dread hung over the remaining idol. She’d never seen Nene what upset before, and dreaded thinking about what was in store for her. “Polka, it’s time to get up.” The fox-girl grumbled, adjusting herself on the sofa she’d passed out on. “Huh? Izutsu? When did I fall asleep?” “Nevermind that,” the personal assistant started, “you have the dress rehearsal for your show in 10 minutes!” “CRAP!” Polka unabashedly tossed all the clothes she was wearing on the floor as she made her way to her outfit. “Can you at least put on some underwear when you come to the office?” Izutsu chided as she got a clear view of Polka’s bare bottom as she pulled her sweatpants down. “Eh, why bother?” Polka shrugged. “You all prepare shorts for me anyways because my skirts too short.” She eyed the spandex shorts lying neatly next to the rest of her stage outfit. “That’s not the- ugh, whatever. You’re on in 10,” the assistant sighed as she made her leave of the dressing room. “Yeesh, she can be a real hardass sometimes.” Polka slid the spats up to her crotch. She immediately felt something was off. It felt as if her underwear was weirdly stiff. The performer didn’t have time to investigate, however, as she threw the rest of her outfit on in a hurry and made her way to the stage. Dress rehearsal had been going well, for the most part. Polka needed to redo a couple of the animal tamer segments, but overall, the past hour had gone by smoothly. All that was left were the acrobatic sections, which Polka was admittedly not the best at. She climbed the side ladder with confidence, however, as she prepared for the trapeze jump, a move that sometimes scared the literal shit out of her when she was younger. As she approached the top, she looked around at the people on the bottom of the stage. Naturally, Izutsu and A-chan, as well as some other staff were directly below her, prepared with a tarp and trampoline in case she fell. On the sidelines, Sora, Lamy and Botan giggled to each other as they waited for Polka to begin. As she panned her vision, however, she caught a glimpse that stopped her heart. “Give it your all Polka!” “Nene.” Beads of sweat started to form on the fennec’s forehead as well as down her back, and she started to notice that her body was abnormally hot and somewhat itchy. “What is she doing here?” Polka thought to herself. She must have been here to exact revenge, but the how was completely lost on her. “Polka!” Izutsu screamed from below. “We’re ready when you are!” The ringmaster swallowed her fear as she grabbed the bar above her. “Don’t think about it, Polka,” she assured herself. She experimentally moved her hands to check if the bar was greased before shaking her head. “You need to focus. There’s no way Nene would do something like that.” She took a breath, then pushed off with her feet. Instincts took over. Polka closed her eyes as she hit the apex of the bar’s forward swing. She let go of the bar, flipping her body backwards without tucking her body. However, as she was suspended in the air, she felt something shift which immediately threw her balance off. The performer opened her eyes and was met with the sight of the stage ceiling. This was all the girl needed to know to realized that she wasn’t going to make it to the next bar. At this point, the only thing Polka could manage was a scream. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “TARP!” Izutsu commanded, prompting all the staff to stretch the cloth over the trampoline. In seconds, Polka’s fall was broken as she bounced several times on the tarp-covered trampoline. A weird bounce at the end sent her flying on her butt to the ground, finally landing with a noticeable squelching sound. This caused Sora to cringe to herself, but Polka couldn’t quite make out why. “Man, I screwed that up, huh?” Polka sighed with relief. “Yes, you did,” Izutsu started before asking, “but more importantly, are you okay?” Before Polka could respond, she saw Izutsu point down at the fennec-girl’s crotch. Fixing her gaze downwards, Polka was met with a puddle slowly forming around her spread legs. “No way!” The idol jumped up on her feet to reveal that she was still peeing herself, streams tricking down her legs and into her shoes. At the same time, a rank smell hit her nose, something impossible for a fox to miss. “Oh shit,” she said aloud, feeling the back of her shorts to confirm her suspicions. The now panicking girl looked around as faces of concern, disgust, or both surrounded her. Unsure of what to do, Polka sprinted as fast as she could back to her dressing room, with Izutsu chasing behind her. “I didn’t even feel it…” Polka sobbed in her assistant’s arms. She wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing, soiling herself in front of her coworkers, or being bathed and clothed by her assistant. “Hey, I’m sure there’s some explanation for it.” Izutsu pet the fox-girl’s head. “I’m gonna go out and clear the air with everyone. Don’t worry, I’ll tell them you weren’t feeling well today, and that the fall made you lose control.” And just like that, Polka was in the room by herself, left to wallow in her own tears. That is, until a certain blonde-haired girl walked in. “That was quite the show you put on out there. A shame there wasn’t a larger audience.” “Huh?” Polka looked up, only to be confronted by Nene’s face only a few inches from her own. Sadness turned into anger as she rose to her feet. “What the hell did you do?!” “Nothing much, just forced some empathy onto you. Honestly, I thought you’d be more suspicious of your clammy underwear, but I guess that sleeping powder I put in your water worked better than I thought.” “W-what?” Polka’s heart sank. “You didn’t actually use the stuff that made her incontinent on my shorts, did you?” “Yup, sure did!” Nene lifted her skirt, revealing her oversized diaper to the fennec. “Now you get to wear these for a whole month. Just. Like. Me.” Tears started streaming down Polka’s face again as Nene pulled one of her diapers out of her handbag. “Here, this one’s on the house, considering you don’t have any underwear to go back home in. The rest’s on you though.” The blonde pushed the garment into Polka’s arms before making her way to the door. “Oh, by the way, I took nudes while you were asleep, so take this quietly and accept we’re even like a good girl.” And with that, she was gone, leaving Polka with new “underwear” she didn’t even know how to wear correctly. A month went by, and despite horrifying first few weeks, Polka got used to her situation a lot faster than Nene could. Izutsu was very understanding of the situation, despite not understanding what was actually happening behind the scenes. The Hololive girls that witnessed her first accident were also very kind and supportive. It almost felt as if they all had wet and messed themselves recently too. At the end of it all, Polka was even inspired to add a new infrequent segment to her “Legend of Polka” show, dedicated to helping incontinent or accident-prone persons get over the humiliation or embarrassment by calling in Hololive members to talk about recent “accidents” they had. It took a while to come up with a name, but eventually she had come up with a name she thought best encapsuled the spirit of everything: “HoloMess”.
  2. New story! I initially had a different scenario for Nene, but a joke that was made in a discord server made me change my mind. Enjoy “Mmmm,” Momosuzu Nene moaned into her pillow as she coerced another orgasm out of her. She gotten into the habit of satisfying her sexual frustrations before her streams, and in no time at all, a pre-stream stress relief exercise became an addiction. She couldn’t go a single day without rubbing one out at least three separate times, and that number was only increasing. She played around during her streams, in front of thousands of her “husbands”, often seating herself on a dildo she bought, or masturbating in a voice call with other Hololive girls. “Hmmm, that was good,” Nene purred to herself, riding out the afterglow of her climax. After she caught her breath, the bubbly blonde got out of her bed, only to lightly tap her foot against a box on the floor. She stared at it for a moment before connecting the dots and picking it up with glee. “That’s right! I totally forgot about this!” Tearing open the package, Nene grabbed the contents and immediately laid back down on her back, reading the label: “Numb Dumb Aphrodisiac”. Nene was quick to uncap the bottle and start pouring some of the substance on her hand. She wanted to use the love potion to arouse herself during the upcoming stream, almost as if she were doing something naughty like orgasm denial play in front of a live audience. Looking at the translucent fluid in her palm, the playful girl felt an urge build up in her. She turned her head to see the time display on her PC. “Fifteen minutes, huh? More than enough time.” “Ahhhhhh fuck!” Ten minutes passed, and at this point Nene had worked her lotion covered hands into every nook and cranny of her womanhood. She rubbed herself as she gave more attention to her anus, thrusting her aphrodisiac-coated appendages as much in and out of her ass as possible. With an ear-shattering scream, Nene reached her second intense orgasm in only half an hour. “I’m such a dirty girl. How am I gonna make it til the end of stream at this rate?” Nene teased herself. Her hands were now sticky, and not just from the lotion. She decided to wash her hands quickly and put on her normal outfit, complimenting it with the cutest pink underwear she had, a snowman design stamped in the middle of the buttocks area. Sitting down at her PC, she got her stream set up with the minutes she had left and greeted everyone. “Kon-Nene!” About an hour had passed, and much to Nene’s disappointment, the aphrodisiac didn’t seem to be working. In fact, she didn’t feel anything at all. While reading a red superchat, she smiled to her viewers as she nonchalantly started to paw at her nether regions with her bear-gloved hand. Nothing. As in, literally nothing. “What the heck,” she thought to herself, realizing that it was possible that she just got scammed when she remembered the name on the bottle. “Oh, I get it! It must be like one of those Icey-Hot effects, where a numbing comes first and then the pleasure comes later.” Nene mused, hoping her patience would be rewarded soon. Another thirty minutes passed, and Nene was still engrossed in her superchat reading, giggling a storm, when suddenly she smelled something rancid. She gave her room a quick look around, but couldn’t identify the smell, despite it getting stronger by the second. “Oh well, I guess I’ll have to figure it out later,” the blonde girl sighed. She only had about ten superchats left, so she didn’t feel too bad about ending the stream early. At least on the bright side, Nene could feel her breathing getting heavier and lust filling her brain. “Finally it’s working,” she hummed to herself. She adjusted her butt in her seat before giving her crotch another experimental rub. Still nothing. “Shit. Oh well. At least it’s starting to do something.” As she looked at chat, she realized she’d been spacing out for a couple of minutes, leaving everyone in total silence. “Oops!” Nene exclaimed. “Sorry, I got caught up in my dumb brain for a sec! Anyways, I gotta go. Take care my husbands, and don’t cheat on me! Otsunene bye bye!” Nene wasted no time stopping the broadcast. After taking her gloves off, she gave her vagina some more direct attention. She didn’t get very far before something made her hand warm and wet. The scantily dressed girl yanked her hand backwards and tilted her hand down to confront the perpetrator. Her eyes were met by something horrifying. Against all odds, she was peeing herself. “What?! No way,” she started to say, stuttering over her words before resuming, “I-I-I d-don’t even feel it coming out!” A disturbing epiphany hit Nene like a truck. The aphrodisiac made her entire crotch feel numb, and that included the muscles that governed her potty training. That train of logic led to realization number two. With terror in her eyes, Nene stood up and felt the back of her underwear with her hand. Her fears were validated as she felt a hot, orange-sized mass perfectly conform to her palm through her now destroyed panties. “What if this is permanent?” A voice rang through her head, causing her to begin to have a breakdown. “No! No, no, no, no, no, nononononono!” She dashed to the toilet, lifted the lid, sat down, and proceeded to bawl her eyes out, praying that her thoughts were only just that. “A month?!” “Yes Ma’am. I’m very sorry to hear about what happened, but typically users reported not recovering from the numbing agent until at least one month’s time.” The HR representative for the manufacturer couldn’t sound more disinterested in Nene’s pleas, but that didn’t make her any more furious. “Can’t you do ANYTHING?!” Nene gave the underpaid worker an earful. She was pissed. “You can’t honestly expect me to piss and shit my pants for a whole month?!” “Again, I’m sorry Ma’am, but the recall for that product was over a year ago. We can’t take liability for something you bought from a third-party site. Nor are we obligated to.” “FUCK YOU!” Nene hung up the phone and looked at her bottom in the mirror and she could have sworn the bulge in her underwear got larger. She put her hand in her palms and sat back on the toilet, still wearing her shit-filled panties. To her, the worst part wasn’t even the fact that she was going to be fully incontinent for month. The worst part was above having to deal with that, her head was clouded with thoughts of lust, but her fully numbed pussy and ass made it impossible to act on those desires. For the next month, she was functionally a child. A little girl that peed and pooped her pants and was stuck in a body that could not feel sexual pleasure. Thinking about her situation, she knew she couldn’t sit in her mess forever, and that if she wanted to spare her clothes in the future, she needed protection. “Diapers…” Nene blushed as she mumbled to herself. Pulling her phone back up to her face, she dialed up someone she thought she could trust to not only keep her secret but to save her from the public humiliation she would risk with another accident. “Hey Polka? Yeah, it’s me. I need the favor of a lifetime. Promise not to tell anyone…”
  3. Can anyone help out with the source for this image? I found it in a discord server, but I haven't been able to trace the artist. There's a watermark on the top, but I can't make out what it's saying and all the guesses I've made haven't turned up any results.
  4. Oh, wow. I'd totally forgotten about this one. Glad to see it's still getting updated. Can't wait to see what's next for Claudia and Sarah
  5. Let's go with something a bit on the weird and challenging route. 22-year old Tiffany She has short, black hair, green eyes, and a fit and petite body, a bit on the shorter end in height. She's got a strong bladder, but alcohol can tear through it like it's nothing. She used to be an outgoing sports team member, but after passing out drunk and wetting the bed at a party, she became the laughingstock of the university. This pushed her into a more shy and reserved nature, but she can get really angry is someone sets her off. After the party accident, she had a weird dream where she found out about her power. She has the power to magically spike alcoholic drinks by touching the container they are in. If someone consumes said drink, they will wet themselves after they fall asleep, no matter what time of day it is. Incidentally, Tiffany's power also works on herself. Tiffany uses this power to get even with all the people who bullied her, but she might accidentally hit the wrong target, including friends, family, or herself. Best beginner tips I can give for writing is to watch out for run-on sentences and tenses, as that's very easy to do when your fingers start flying on the keyboard. If you're using Word or something with autocorrect or spellcheck, don't trust it entirely. Do your due diligence to make sure the program doesn't mess with anything you didn't want it to. Aside from that, write what you like and practice a lot. Read other people's work, draw inspiration, both in writing styles and ideas.
  6. I've thought about doing messing stuff for Vshojo and indie vtubers, but if I do, they'll be very scattered since Hololive is my main focus. Also for Mousey specifically there's a weird guilt when I consider that she is terminally ill, and regardless of if that has any actual effect on her ability to use the bathroom, it feels kinda wrong to fetishize her (or you know, wrong in the "fucked up" sense, and not in the "taboo" sense like more other fanfics). I can kind of get over it though if I think about it as Ironmouse the character, and not Ironmouse the person. But yeah, I'm definitely considering it.
  7. I'm back! I had a lot going on in my life. Also, I was infected by COVID. I apologize for being so slow. Anyways, hope you enjoy the next installment! Shishiro Botan stretched on the futon, having grown tired of all the games of Battlefield she’d been dominating in. She looked at the clock on the wall. “She should be back in a couple of minutes,” the lioness said to herself aloud. She couldn’t resist but let a grin creep onto her face, she excitement untamable as she thought about the devious plan she hatched for her girlfriend. Today was April Fool’s Day, and Botan couldn’t let the opportunity to expose her other half to her fetish slip by. She loved watching girls fill their underwear. She could never imagine doing it herself, but the humiliation one experiences from soiling their pants sent jolts of electricity up her spine. As repulsive as it was, all the stories she’d heard about their seniors loading their panties with shit got her going harder than anything. She had decided a while back that she had to take advantage of the silly holiday to reveal this to her lover under the guise of a prank. “Sorry I took so long coming back!” Botan’s train of thought was broken as a higher-pitched voice accompanied the sound of the front door opening. The source came from a familiar snow-elf, who was in the middle of taking off her shoes in the entrance. “Ah, Lamy, welcome back,” Botan said while trying to get her heartrate under control. “I bought sushi for dinner. That fine?” “Yup! Sounds good.” Lamy walked up and kissed her favorite lion-girl on the cheek. “I’ll make some tea. Jasmine, your favorite,” the blue-haired girl said with a wink. Botan smiled in reply. It almost made her feel bad for what she was going to do. Dinner went over without a hitch, and both girls cuddled together on the futon, with an occasional exchange of kisses between them. As the mood rose, and as Botan thought enough time had passed, she made her move. In one swift motion, she flung herself on top of Lamy’s lap, facing her dead on and functionally pinning her to the furniture with her weight. This sent the bottom girl’s heart racing as lewd thoughts filled her head. “Hey, I’m really in the mood.” Botan started to gently rub her crotch against her lover’s leg, eliciting soft moans from the both of them. She leaned into a kiss, forcing her tongue into the elf’s mouth. After a few minutes, Botan pulled back and stared her now aroused girlfriend’s beet-red face. “Close your eyes,” she demanded. Lamy was more than happy to comply, shutting her eyes as she leaned in for another kiss. The lioness complied, entrancing her in another passionate kiss, distracting her from the fact that her arms were being moved. The snow-white girl lost herself in the moment, letting the predator take its prey. Then, without warning, Lamy heard two loud clicks in rapid succession. This snapped her back into reality, as she tried and failed to get up from her seat. In her stupor, Botan had handcuffed her to one of the supports of the futon, trapping her to their lovemaking spot. Botan started snickering, “Hehe, April fools.” “What’s this about?” Lamy struggled against her confines but gave up after a few hard tugs. With a blush, she told her partner, “What would you have me do?” “Oh, that’s easy,” Botan started with a giggle, “I want you to poop your cute little panties.” “What?!” Lamy started struggling hard, only now noticing a tense feeling in her gut. “Don’t tell me…” “What’s the matter? The sushi hit you hard?” Botan snorted, finding pleasure in her lover’s turmoil. Lamy whimpered as she started to shift her position, a newfound desperation filling her body. “Please let me go!” Lamy pleaded, violently rubbing her legs together as her control over her body started to loosen. An hour had passed, and she was at the end of her rope, being stuck in a state of despair, but in the same breath feeling aroused from the helplessness of it all. “Go where?” Botan was having the time of her life, naturally. The lion could feel her stomach start to hurt a little, but decided to ignore it for the time being, knowing the using the bathroom now might result in missing the elf-girl’s messy accident. She placed some pet sheets under her girlfriend to ensure the impending mess didn’t ruin their furniture. Lamy could only whimper as she watched her significant other treat her like a pet. “Th-the toilet… please let me use the toilet!” Lamy struggled one final time, pulling away from the futon, but failing. As if her body knew that victory was impossible, her anus opened against her will. Lamy gasped as she started to feel something snake out of her ass and into her snow-print panties. “Wow…” Those were the only words Botan could manage as she watched the love of her life uncontrollably soil herself. She couldn’t help herself from going up to the poor girl and cupping her hand over the expanding bottom of the underwear, feeling the warmth and texture mush against her palm and back against Lamy’s now shit-covered butt. Looking at the front, Botan swore she could’ve also seen a bit of dampness in the front of Lamy’s panties. Those thoughts were cut short, however, by the sound of sobbing coming from in front of her. Their eyes met, tears clearer than crystal streaming down the defiled girl’s face. The guilt hit Botan like a brick as the gravity of what she just did set in. Apologizing profusely, the lioness undid Lamy’s restraints and guided her to bathroom, where she was pushed away, and the door slammed shut in her face. Lamy couldn’t bring herself to do anything to clean herself, so she opted for the most childish option. She lowered her bottom onto the closed toilet seat, spreading her mess to every corner of her underwear as she sobbed quietly. Botan could hear the girl whimper from the other side, an emotional pain growing in her heart. What she didn’t know, however, was that Lamy was smirking devilishly upon her messy throne, ready to perform her sadistic deed. “Shit, I really fucked this up,” Botan thought to herself. The implications of what might happen crawled down her spine without mercy. The idea that she may have ruined her relationship with Lamy forever wouldn’t escape her mind. The possibility that the elf would never speak to her again stabbed through her again and again. “I gotta fix this and fast!” The silver-haired girl finished mulling through her head as she knocked gently on the door. “Lamy, are you okay?” “No…” Lamy lied through crocodile tears as she lightly rubbed herself through her dirty panties. “You could never know how this feels.” “I…,” Botan trailed off. She was completely right. Never once had Botan messed herself since infancy. Her fetish completely disregarded other peoples’ feelings in exchange for her personal enjoyment. Guilt now having surfaced its way to her throat, Botan exploded in a long and thorough apology. “P-Please! Let me do something to make it up. Anything! I messed up. No, I fucked up! I fucked it all up because I’m a selfish idiot! So please… please, let me have a chance to make it right! I love you more than anything, and I could never go on without you… so please. I’ll do anything you say…” The lioness started choking up to the point where she couldn’t form words anymore. Lamy also started to choke up a bit, her tears becoming real as she felt her partner’s unconditional love. However, she had come too far to not get what she wanted out of this situation. “Anything?” “Y-yeah…” Botan regained some of her composure, but nothing could prepare her for what her girlfriend was about to say. “Poop your panties.” “W-w-w-wha… what?” Botan took a small step back in shock, in utter disbelief of what she just heard. As she processed the words in her mind, the door opened, revealing a red-faced Lamy, still in her dirty panties. “I-it’s only fair…,” Lamy stuttered before continuing, “you made me mess myself against my will… so it’s only fair that you do the same…” “I-I don’t know…” The lioness’s cowardice was on full display, but Lamy would not back down. She had filled her panties with crap for the first time since childhood. She deserved her vengeance, as well as her release. “So much for anything…” Lamy sighed and began to close the door on her lover again. This pulled at Botan’s heartstrings exactly as intended as the stopped the door with her foot. “W-wait…” Botan held her head down, attempting to calm her nerves. “I’ll do it.” “Really…?” Lamy looked at the lion-girl with puppy-dog eyes. “Yeah…” Botan turned around and lifted her pencil skirt, showing off her black lingerie to the other girl. Lamy almost let out a giggle at the sight. “Here we go…” The pain in her stomach from earlier fortunately made the process a lot easier, but the proud lioness’s face illuminated red as she gave a small push against her bowels. That was all it took as a slimier, mushier mass eased its way into her lace panties. As the poop slid around and progressively occupied her underwear, Botan recognized the irony in her current situation. The panties she had prepared for bedroom playtime after Lamy cleaned up were now the same panties she was purposely filling like a baby. She spread her legs further, giving her crotch and ass more room to breath with all the shit now suffocating them. “I, uh, finished…” “Good girl.” Lamy wasted no time in sticking her hand down the front of Botan’s panties, using the other hand to pleasure herself as she showered the lioness in kisses along the neck. “I’m glad that tea seemed to do its job.” “Wha-,” Botan didn’t have time to finish her sentence as Lamy cut her off with her own lips. For around five minutes, the pair made out as the elf-girl pleasured the both of them, not a word uttered from either girl. Simultaneously, the lovers hit their peak together, climaxing on Lamy’s hands. After a brief respite, Lamy turned Botan around and stared her in her cloudy, grey eyes before cracking a smile. “April fools.”
  8. I finally made a new story! I hope you enjoy the long awaited conclusion for generation 0. Sorry to make you wait for so long. I had been struggling with some personal battles. However, I intend on having more stories out this Winter. Please look forward to it! “We’re here as you asked, now what do you want from us?!” AZKi shouted with disdain. Three girls stood close to each other’s sides in a Shinjuku back alley, provoked by an untraceable text message. The intent of the message was clear as day; a series of pictures of their friends in horrifically grotesque situations, a pinpoint on a map. Moreover, the text saying, “Tomorrow, 8 PM. Come alone. Make sure you all have to use the bathroom, in both ways,” left nothing to interpretation. “Should we have come in our work clothes?” Tokino Sora looked at herself and frowned as she thought about what the perpetrator would make them do, as well as how soiled her garments might get. The reminder to herself made her more self-conscious about the fact that she had been holding it in for a while. Brief glances to her partners confirmed they were in a similar position. “I imagine he’d be upset if we didn’t,” A-chan sighed before continuing, “and given our current position, that’s probably the last thing we… want...” The spectacled girl trailed off as she saw someone approach them from the other side of the alley, obscuring his face under his hoodie. The figure stopped just short of the girls before pulling out his phone and tapping on it. Shortly after putting it back in his pocket, Sora’s phone buzzed in her hand. Bringing it to her face, the trio read the message she received. “Glad you all could make it. Now show me your panties.” AZKi was fuming with anger, while the other two could only look down with disgusted expressions. Regardless of their frustrations, they knew there was no say in the matter, and began to comply with the man’s instructions. Sora and AZKi slowly rose their skirts as A-chan undid her belt and the buttons on her jeans. Within seconds, the girls had their underwear in full view of the blackmailer. The brown-haired girl, in an attempt to maintain as much of her purity as possible, opted to wear spats, whereas the other two stuck with simple, black panties. Although most of his face was obscured by darkness in the poorly lit alley, it was clear that the girls’ captor had a smile on his face. Pulling his phone back out, he spent a large chunk of time typing before shooting another message at the girls, prompting Sora to check her phone in turn. “Very good . You’re more obedient that I thought you’d be. Now, let’s not beat around the bush. I asked you to come here needing to use the restroom, both pee and poop. Judging by your constant fidgeting, I’ll assume you held up that end of the bargain. You three know what I want you to do. Turn around. I want to see your backsides as you do it. Lift your skirts up while you do it. Oh and you can keep your pants on for this one A-chan .” “You’re sick, you know that?!” AZKi lost her temper, verbally lashing out at her aggressor. “Quiet AZKi,” A-chan urged her friend while redoing her belt. “We’re already going to be humiliated. We don’t need to attract any unwanted attention.” Sora looked straight at the man, her eyes beginning to grow teary. “B-before we do this, I need your word,” she said shakily. “First, you need to promise that you’ll delete all the photos and leave us alone after this.” A brief calm washed over Sora as the man nodded his head. “Good,” the idol paused before continuing, “and I also want your word that you won’t touch us.” Again, the man nodded. This time Sora nodded back before turning around. “Let’s get this over with,” she beckoned her friends to follow suit. Begrudgingly, the others also faced their rears to the perverted man. Sora was first to push against her bowels, hoping in part that it would make it easier for A-chan and AZKi to do in turn. In no time at all, a thick yet slimy mush was deposited into her undergarments, where she had realized she made a grave error in choice of underwear. Although her spats tented out at first, they were quick to run out of room, causing the soft feces to spread in all directions, including towards her most sensitive area. Sora tried her best to stay strong amidst the shameful display she was putting on. A-chan couldn’t bear to see her best friend suffer alone, and with newfound resolve became the second of the trio to expel their waste. Grunting softly, her anus moved firm logs into her pants and panties, one after another. Despite wearing jeans, a bulge grew through the denim material at a rapid pace, and with it the transparency that she was purposefully messing herself. AZKi, seething with hatred, was the most reluctant to do the deed. However, thoughts of the blackmail photos filled her mind, as well as the guilt of her partners having both just emptied themselves. The diva cursed in a low voice, clenching her fists as she pushed as hard as possible to end the deed quickly. A velvety mush, similar to Sora’s, spilled into her black panties all at once. AZKi cringed visibly, praying that nothing would spill out the sides. With all three girls exhausted, the wetting part came naturally, as none of them had the will power to attempt to hold it any more. Puddles formed under everyone’s feet, with A-chan suffering the most damage as her jeans were stained to a much darker shade of blue. Just like that, within minutes, three fully grown adults completely wet and messed themselves on command. The trio stood perfectly still, holding back their tears as they could feel the heat and weight of the masses which were now nestled in their underwear. Before anyone could say anything, Sora’s phone went off again. They checked the message simultaneously, their eyes growing wide with fear as they read the contents. “Great job girls. This feels like a dream come true. You all made excellent messes of yourselves (if I had to pick a favorite, it would have to be A-chan). Anyways, I’ve got good news for you! After this next task, you’ll all free to go and pretend none of this ever happened. Now, for my last command as your master, I want all of you to sit down perfectly on your shit, in a triangle, and rub each other’s clits and make out until the three of you cum. Don’t stop for a second, even to look at me, or I won’t hesitate to send out the pictures. Have fun .” The pervert watched them shake in horror. The sight was working wonders for him in ways he didn’t think possible. He smirked, stifling his laughter as he took more pictures. Of course, he never had any intention of keeping his end of the bargain, and now he had more ammo to put all of Hololive under his control. A-chan was quick to pull the other girls into a hug, giving a message to them in a whisper. “No matter what happens, we’re all friends. We’re not lovers, and we’re not about to have sex. We’ll get through this and never speak of it again. Okay?” The other two gave a gentle nod in reply. The blue-haired girl sighed, slowly lowering herself, using her friends as a brace. As her ass made contact with the cold and wet concrete, she lost her ability to think of any words. The only thing she knew was that she probably looked like the most disgusting woman on the planet right now. Sora and AZKi looked on in pity, before looking at each other. Grabbing the other’s shoulders, the pair lowered themselves to the ground together. However, as they got close to contact, AZKi’s left foot slipped in the large puddle the girls had made, and in turn pulled Sora down with her. In a swift motion, both idols fell to the ground with an audible “splat” sound emanating from their butts. Sora could contain her tears no longer, and started to mutely weep. “Sora…” AZKi was heartbroken through her own discomfort, causing her friend more unnecessary humiliation. “Let’s just do it,” A-chan said, attempting to push the situation along. “Here, if everyone closes their eyes, it shouldn’t be too bad.” The others did nothing but nod. The girls got into a comfortable position, or at least as comfortable as they could, and closed their eyes. Each of them felt two different hands enter their underwear, as well as each other’s breath, which was getting closer as their lips met in the center. They had completed a three-way kiss and laid their hands on one another’s vaginas, but they knew this was far from what they were supposed to be doing, and the blackmailer was quick to verbally call them out on it. “Hey, you know what I said. Get a move o- Ugh!” The girls hear a loud thud on the ground near them and immediately jumped back in response, their messes shifting around even more against their butts. Upon opening their eyes, they saw the man lying on the ground, out cold, and at his feet stood a police officer with a striking baton. “Are you girls alright?” The officer was quick to cuff the man, as well as retrieve his phone. Walking up from behind the officer was none other than Suisei, a pained expression on her face as she saw her friends in pitiable positions much like her own. Upon realizing they were safe, the trio couldn’t help but break down and sob like children. “I’m sorry! This was all my fault!” Suisei got on her hands and knees in apology. The three girls were still in their soiled clothes, but at least now they had towels around them. It didn’t do anything to mask their collective stench, but at the very least it wasn’t visually obvious what had happened. “So you got blackmailed into setting up Miko, and it spiraled from there,” A-chan summarized as she looked down, unsure of how to properly judge Suisei’s actions. “Yes… As soon as I could I secretly got in touch with the police, but as you know, it took them a while to track him down,” the remorseful girl kept her head hung in shame. “If I had only thought about it more back then, none of this would have happened. But I was scared. I didn’t know what I could do, and did what I was told just so I could get out of that hell and I-” “You idiot,” was all AZKi could manage before turning from Suisei and leaving for the ambulance that arrived. Silence filled the air until Sora finally said her piece. “You acted very rashly, and as a result, a lot of us became victims too. Some of us will likely take a long time to recover, and even then, none of us will forget what’s happened to us,” she began to chastise the girl. Suisei started to visibly sob, her tears hitting the ground in rapid succession. Sora then crouched down to Suisei, much to her displeasure as her lingering mess shifted with her, and continued her statement. “That being said, I’m glad you decided to atone for your mistakes and took action when you did. If it wasn’t for you, A-chan, AZKi and myself would’ve done things to each other that I don’t think we’d ever recover from. For that, I’m grateful beyond belief.” Suisei looked up to her senior, eyes red and sore from her crying. Sora took her into her arms and comforted her, continuing, “I know you care about us. You put yourself at risk to try to set things right. It’ll take time and effort, but I’m sure everyone will come to forgive you eventually.” Suisei felt a hand touch her shoulder, and traced it back to A-chan grinning lightly at her. In that moment, the junior idol cried harder than she ever had before. That moment of reconciliation lasted but a moment however, as Suisei gasped loudly as she felt her padded underwear grow heavy. “What’s wrong?” Sora asked with light concern. “Sorry… I-I had an accident… ever since he left me be, I’ve had a hard time controlling it.” “I see,” A-chan said somberly. “In that case, it’s probably time for us to head home and clean up. We can talk more later.” Sora and Suisei nodded in agreement. The three set off at a meagerly pace towards the cops and EMTs, thankful that the nightmare had come to an end. Four months passed, and things within the group had finally seen some sense of normalcy. Everyone had regained their mental health as a long break, as well as their bladder and bowel control form the most part. The ones who were affected the worst still wore protective underwear just in case, but otherwise, things had come to a close. The suspect was convicted with a cumulative sentence of 60 years in prison, guilty on every count charged against him. The girls had also received word that the phone had been destroyed after the proceedings and that all photos of them had been purged from the suspect’s personal electronics and online databases. Most of the girls had come to terms with Suisei, with the only exception being AZKi. However, Sora still believes that things will work out with more time. At last, the horror that hovered over Hololive for half a year was no more, and whether they denied or accepted what had happened to them, everyone was able to move forward, and more importantly, strove to never let this happen to anyone ever again.
  9. New story! The next one will be the last story for Hololive Gen0. I plan on changing topics for a little while to focus on some independent Vtubers. Please look forward to future works! “Ahhhh, so disgusting…” A faint hissing sound resounded in a small room. At its source was a young idol, void of any clothes except her headset and the diaper she was currently urinating in. Both her hands were occupied, equally pleasuring her breast and her privates. The smell of pee and the warmth cascading her hand only served to further gross her out. What’s worse, she was starting to feel tight in her stomach, likely as a result of the laxative she took beforehand. She cursed under her breath, lamenting how she ended up in this situation. If only she had been more careful back then, none of this would’ve happened. “Gotta pee…” Hoshimachi Suisei awkwardly pranced, one hand between her thighs as she got off the train. Dance practice went on far longer than she intended, and she tried to avoid public toilets whenever possible. However, on the train back to Shibuya Station, she was quick to learn she had made an error in judgement. The blue-haired girl could already feel spurts start to leak out into her matching panties. She knew she couldn’t make it home in time, let alone the next few minutes. In a last-ditch effort, she sprinted through the crossing into an alleyway behind some office buildings. Barely making an effort to check her surroundings, she pulled her underwear down to her knees and let her floodgates open. Suisei lost herself in the ecstasy of release, closing her eyes as she focused on her stream. After a while, her flow died down to a trickle before stopping, ending the desperation that haunted her. But that relief was short lived, as when the girl opened her eyes, she was met with a situation that made her heart sink. She looked up to find a young man in a hoodie staring her down, grinning as he held his phone in front of her. It was clear what he was doing. Before getting the time to process what was happening, the man spoke his terms clearly. “Do as I say, or this video goes out to the whole world.” Suisei froze. If this got out anywhere, her chances as an idol would be shot. She couldn’t afford to let this happen, especially with her debut album around the corner. The now nervous girl bit one of her gloved fingers, contemplating her options, or rather, her lack thereof. After a few seconds of thinking it over, she defaulted to what she believed to be the only option. “What do you want?” Suisei’s flashback was brought to an abrupt halt as her bowels churned, begging for release. With a disgruntled expression, she turned around in her chair, exposing her backside to the camera lens as instructed by her blackmailer. Hugging the back of her chair, she grunted as she gave one hard push. And one hard push was all that was needed, as steaming hot, barely solid shit rocketed itself into Suisei’s diaper. Tears and drool started to escape the sullied idol’s eyes and mouth, her pride completely voiding her body and filling the protective garment around her waist. For the first time in her life, Suisei had crapped herself on purpose, and in a diaper to boot. She could only pray this was the only time she’d have to suffer such humiliation. The young girl finished her business, the only sound in the room being her barely audible sniffles, and the only smell being that of her own waste, which was worsening by the second. She shuddered, remembering that her task wasn’t fully complete yet. Suisei about-faced towards the camera, staring at it with a look of pure hatred as she propped her butt above her chair. Slowly and gently, the girl began to lower herself into the chair, grimacing once her soiled padding made contact with the cushion. It that moment, she let go of the chair arms she’d been using to hold herself up, plopping into the chair. Her mess rapidly spread across her buttocks and pussy, all for her extortionist to see. Suisei’s light sobbing transformed into crying like an infant, her dignity in shambles. The young man logged off after leaving a parting message for his prey. “Good girl. See you next week.” Over two months had passed since the initial accident. In that time, Suisei had grown more and more used to using diapers as her toilet. The blackmailer would get more creative with his demands each subsequent week, ranging from acting like a baby to cumming in a shitty diaper. But this time, the idol was at wits end. Not only did he want her to poop her panties for the first time, but she was also going to have to do it in the middle of Shibuya Crossing, with hundreds of people around her. There was no way no one would notice, but at this stage, it was too late to do anything in retaliation. Multiple weeks of high-quality footage of her willingly pissing and messing herself hung above her head. Just like back then, Suisei got off at Shibuya Station after her dance lessons, walking to the crossing before pulling out her phone to confirm her task. “I’m here. How will you know I did it?” “I’ll know.” Suisei scoffed at the remark, putting her phone back in her pocket as she made her way to the center of the crossing. She stopped in the middle and took a deep breath, thinking to herself, “Am I really about to do this?” Gathering herself, she took a series of breaths, slowly pushing against her bowels, hoping the drugs will take care of the rest. And they did just that. A long, sturdy log started to coil inside of Suisei’s panties. She opted for black today, hoping that there would be a remote chance she could save them from being stained. But even then, for the time being, the bulge in her undergarments was only growing bigger, with little sign of stopping. In that moment, she panicked. She knew she needed to do something, or her shit would leak out of the sides. Without thinking, she put a hand under her skirt and pressed the growing mass against her ass, flattening the load and making room for more. “Ewewewewewewew!” Suisei was screaming at herself internally, utterly repulsed by what she just did. She looked around and noticed the pedestrian traffic was almost over. With softer mush making its way out of her now, she opted to cross before gaining the attention of all of Shibuya. As she finished crossing, she realized her “accident” had ended, the only thing remaining to show what she did being the heavy mass weighing down her panties. The typically high-spirit girl spared no time finding a convenience store to cleanse herself of this nightmare. After she was satisfied with her condition for the time being, she checked her phone yet again and was met with a disturbing message. “There’s a package in the alley where you first humiliated yourself. Follow the instructions perfectly, and I’ll let you go.” The idol feared what he had in store, but built up the determination to go confront her final task. Sure enough, there was a completely inconspicuous package waiting the fashionable girl’s arrival. It was hard to concentrate on it with the remnants of her last accident still on her person, but picked up the small box and read the note attached to it. You’ve been a great toy, but frankly, I’m getting bored of you. Even if I had new ideas planned, you just don’t do it for me anymore. So, that being said, I’ve got one more task for you. Disobey, and you know what’ll happen. Inside this box is a “game” of sorts. Your friend, Sakura Miko, is expecting a game like this to come to her door in a few days. I want you to swap this with the real copy she’s expecting. I’ll know if you don’t complete this swap, so don’t pull anything funny. Anyways, it was fun playing with you. I can’t wait to turn the rest of Hololive into obedient slaves. Just. Like. You. Suisei swallowed. She wasn’t sure what was awaiting her colleagues, but if she could be free of this torment, she was ready to do anything. Even if that meant betraying her best friends.
  10. Thanks a lot! I was on vacation so I hadn't uploaded in a while. It's good to see people still look forward to my stuff even after taking a month off.
  11. New work on the series is here! I'm happy to be writing again after a break. I hope you enjoy this story. Next member will be Hoshimachi Suisei-chan. Please look forward to it! Roboco arrived home after a long day of investigating Miko’s case and crashed in her bed. She stared at the ceiling for a while before pulling out a USB drive from her jacket pocket. “This took so long to compile,” the android lamented. She got permission to investigate from home as opposed to spending all day at Miko’s apartment, but she had to move most of the files from the DVD to something she could actually put in her body. It didn’t help that she also had to compress the files so they would fit on the small device. “Oh well, at least I can analyze it in sleep mode,” she said, plugging in the drive before covering herself in her sheets and resting. Although she didn’t have dreams, or even a conscience, Roboco felt like something was off as she was letting herself recharge, metaphorically and literally. She could feel herself getting warmer, but she knew she wasn’t overheating. Typically, that would require her internal temperature to rise, but this felt like more of a heat encompassing her from the outside. “Hmm, so warm,” she thought to herself before questioning herself, “and wet…?” The robot girl sprung up in surprise, throwing off her covers to reveal the origin of her uncomfortable warmth. “I… wet the bed?” Roboco said quizzically. Admittedly, her creator did design her so she could imitate a person near-perfectly, being sure to include the ability to eat and drink as well as defecate and urinate. That being said, having an accident could only be seen by her as a malfunction, and an embarrassing one at that. She rushed to throw her damp sleepwear and bedsheets into the washer and changed into some clean clothes before sitting down at her desk. Hooking herself up to her PC, she began to perform a diagnostics test on herself and quickly found the problem plaguing her body: the USB. Realizing it was still connected to her, she yanked the flash drive out of her and threw it on the ground. “It gave me a worm?!” Roboco had scanned the game for any obvious malware, but she would’ve never guessed someone would write their own code for such a specific purpose that would only work on her. “I gotta warn the others!” The high-spec robot tried to get out of her seat, before being forced to sit back down by her own programing. “N-no way, this can’t be happening,” Roboco said panicked, reaching for her phone in a last-ditch attempt for aid. Going for the quickest option, she called the person at the top of her “Recents” list. Tokino Sora woke up begrudgingly as her ringtone started to go off. Normally she was reluctant to answer this early in the morning, but she made an exception when she saw who was calling. “Hello~Bo~” Sora mimicked her friends greeting with a cheerful demeanor before being sharply cut off. “Sora, I’m at my apartment! Help me plea-,” Roboco’s voice got cut off at the end of her plea, but the pure idol got the message nonetheless. “Huh?!” If Sora wasn’t awake already, she definitely was now. Without hesitation, she dialed the police shortly before calling her best friend and heading down to Roboco’s home herself. The malware was already busy rewriting the defenseless android’s code, filling her logic with ideas that no sensible machine, sentient or otherwise, would do. As a result, Roboco started to feel a similar feeling to when she woke up, spreading quickly across her bottom and her crotch. She was peeing herself without feeling the need to use the restroom, or even having the ability to stop it. “Wha-?” The brown-haired android tried to do anything, but could only speak to herself in disbelief as her pants darkened in their color and begin to move down her legs. “Damn it. Did the malware overwrite my excretion functionality?” Roboco cursed aloud before having a horrifying realization. She remembered all at once who she was dealing with and what they did to Miko. “Oh, no! Please, anything but that,” the robot pleaded, regretting her creator’s attention to detail. She didn’t have long to think about her specifications, however, as she felt the hijacking code begin to make her do the unthinkable. “NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!” The opening on Roboco’s rear end began to expand as a believably human-like waste began to expel into her waiting sweatpants. She cursed under her breath, angry with her decision to not wear any underwear. It didn’t take long for the crap trapped in her pants to start squishing against her body, beginning to push itself both up and down her body. Shame flooded the girl’s thoughts, but something else started to rise in her, and the need only grew by the second. There was no escaping it. Roboco was horny. “Impossible… I… I turned off my pleasure parameters,” she said, stunned by the reality she was currently trapped in as her hand automatically guided itself to her groin. She was about to masturbate against her will in pants that were beyond ruined by piss and shit. And the worst part? She was going to enjoy it as much as, if not more than Miko did. As she started to rub, she could feel the world around her start to fade away as her battery began to deplete from the overexertion and warming of her body. At least her pleasure parameters made her power drain fast, so she wouldn’t have to bear with for too long. But that’s not what was on her mind at the time. Instead, she couldn’t focus on anything that didn’t involve achieving her first orgasm in a long time. Slowly, Roboco’s mind blanked out until there was nothing left for her to consciously process. “No way, the police aren’t here yet?!” Sora ran up the stairs at a heightened pace. She was too distracted by a need to help her friend, she couldn’t even hear Yuujin A trying to stop her from behind. Once she got to the door, she input the passcode to Roboco’s apartment lock, swinging it open as soon as the lock disengaged. Inside, she was met with a familiar, yet appalling sight. Much like how Miko was found, Roboco was sprawled out on her gaming chair, completely powered off, with a hand down her urine and feces covered sweatpants. Unsure of what to do, Sora started to weep in front of her friend in her beyond pitiful state. “Hey! I said to wait up!” A-chan finally made her way into the apartment, only to be greeted with the same sad sight. “Holy shit…” was all she could manage say at first, but pulled herself together quickly. “So this is how it was with Miko too, huh…” She sighed, placing her hand on Sora’s shoulder. “You stay here for when the police arrive. I’m gonna get her cleaned up and ready to recharge.” Sora nodded as the short-haired girl took Roboco into the bathroom. A-chan took the android’s clothes off shortly before beginning to wash her down in the shower. After thoroughly cleaning her off, she got the powered-off girl into bed and attached her charging cables. Shortly after, the police arrived at the complex, where Sora chewed them out for their lack of timeliness and explained Roboco’s situation as a panic attack to prevent any further embarrassment. Once she reached a sufficient charge level, they woke Roboco up only to get confirmation on one thing: she had wet the bed again. Yet again, a week passed. Much like Miko’s case, Roboco was temporarily stuck with incontinence and arousal around said incontinence until a solution was found. The easiest option would’ve been to format the robot and reboot her with a backup state from before the incident, which would also wipe her memory of the malware as well. But Roboco was vehemently against it, saying that she wanted to remember the shame so that she’ll never make a mistake like what she did again. However, that left the only option being to patch out the malware, which could easily take weeks, if not months. This didn’t stop her, however. Although she was hurt mentally, Roboco agreed to keep streaming while using “protection” as a safeguard for her future accidents. The more worrisome part of her ordeal was that again, like Miko, video feed from Roboco’s eyes during the incident was being sent to a random IP address and port, likely for their newfound assaulter’s amusement. But with no leads, for the time being all the members involved could do was wait for these perverts’ next move.
  12. These stories were great. The sibling dynamics add to the experience quite well for me. Hope to see more like this!
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