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I haven’t pooped in four days. I didn’t even know I could hold this much inside of me. I’ve never waited this long before. When I went on this camping trip with some of my friends, I expected there to be a little more toilet privacy. Maybe an outhouse, at least. We’re staying in a camper van, one where the bathroom is separated from everything by a thin door which you can hear everything through. Everything. Anytime someone has used the bathroom, it’s been a subject of awkward laughter for everybody else. You can hear the fan go on, but it doesn’t help the noise, and it barely helps the smell. I haven’t been able to bring myself to use it. I’ve been bloated and sluggish, hiding my discomfort from them to the best of my ability. It’s been torture struggling to hold it in while I pee. I’m currently sitting on the toilet, desperately holding my buttcheeks together, squirming as quietly as I can. I have to jolt to retract the prairie dogs. Within a few torturous seconds of careful, directed relaxion, I was urinating hard. Last piss of the night. We leave in the morning, thank god. Letting out only my urine in this state isn’t impossible if my bladder’s full enough. If I have to pee really bad, I hardly have to relax on purpose. And as my rectum swelled with waste, it pressed up against my bladder, and led me to feel like I need to urinate more frequently. I crawled into the bottom bunk and started anxiously tossing and turning, begging my body to fall asleep so I don’t have to keep thinking about how badly I needed to go to the bathroom. I was starting to sweat, and unable to retain a pent-up fart I’d been holding in all day any longer. I hoped to god nobody was awake to hear or smell it. It released like nothing, sounding like playing cards around a bicycle wheel. The next one cramped, hurting me for a while as the gas moved down through my intestines, but the pressure was soon relieved in a long, hot fart that basically left my body on it’s own accord. This was what was happening until I finally, somehow, fell asleep. When I woke up, I swear it was about 20% more urgent. I didn’t think I’d ever been desperate to poop like that before. Occasionally, it was due to the consistency, but rarely on the volume alone. I was swelled up like a balloon with gas and waste. I scooted to the side of the bed, greeting my friends as casually as I could, who were cooking breakfast and getting dressed. I shifted around nervously, leaning my weight from buttcheek to buttcheek. I moved my foot under me and dug my bottom into my heel, eyeing the toilet longingly. The discomfort was extreme. I needed to pee, too, but I was no longer confident in my ability to retain my poop while sitting on the toilet anymore. And at this point, I’d probably clog it. I denied the offer of breakfast, but after a minute of persuasion, I caved in. I piled scrambled eggs and toast on top of it all, plus a glass of orange juice. I wondered if any of them notice my behavior, or how bloated I’m getting. I may be dying to shit, but I needed to be less in my head about this or they were going to start to get suspicious. Sitting to my left at this table was Lizzie, a tomboyish, somewhat heavyset girl with pink and blue pigtails. Across from us was Daphne, curly haired and covered in freckles, and Alani, my best friend. She had her black hair up in a messy bun, and a shirt about two and a half sizes too big. “Do you guys think we should stop somewhere cool on the way home?” I said, hoping to be able to poop somewhere on the way. “Whoa, Alexa’s talking again!” Alani noticed, “I was getting worried.” “I’m not used to not sleeping in my own bed,” I explained lightheartedly, fighting to keep from farting. “I’m tired, but I still wanna do stuff.” “I gotta get the van back by four,” Daphne said. She didn’t mean the camper. That stayed behind. We took her parent’s cramped van up here. “Aw, come on,” Lizzie said, “we can stop somewhere cool for a minute.” “Maybe, like, a gas station!” “Not if we leave now,” Alani supported. “Let’s find a place to go! Where’d you have in mind, Alexa?” “I don’t wanna pick,” I said, fidgeting and pressing my thighs together. My morning pee wanted out pretty badly, too. I think I had a good few hours of retention left in me before I popped, plenty of time to get back home. “Well, I gotta poop, so let me know,” Alani hopped off the seat and entered the bathroom. While we talked, we heard the toilet seat drop and her butt make contact. We heard the pattering of her pee, then a couple of plops. Everyone smirked and tried to talk over it. We heard the paper rustling and ripping, then a couple of wipes and the toilet flush. I wish I shared their bodily confidence. Somebody mentioned an antique store and everyone seemed on board with it. We got in the car and started off. The dirt path leading off the campsite was so bumpy that it mercilessly sloshed my excretion around inside me, increasing my discomfort tenfold. My morning pee yearned to be drained, but my feces was cramping with urgency. We couldn’t get to this antique store fast enough. It took an hour to get there. By then, my situation was pretty dire. I was sweating and my hands were clammy. I couldn’t hear my stomach over the music, but I could feel it’s contents churning. I literally couldn’t hold a few farts in, but luckily the windows were open. We pulled in and I was the first one out, stepping around and putting a little pressure on my behind when nobody was looking. The building was rustic, perfect for an antique store, characteristic of the area we were visiting. I hurried inside, but my friends were close behind so I didn’t ask for the restroom just yet. I waited until they got a bit into the aisles, then I slipped away. “Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” I asked pleadingly, feeling so close to relief. The old man behind the counter shook his head. “Not for the public.” I blinked. “W- I just- it’s such a long drive-“ “Gas stations on either side of this road got ‘em,” he said simply. I huffed with frustration, going back to my friends, who were genuinely looking for things to buy. I was ready to leave. My belly felt ready to explode. I passed a mirror and lifted my shirt up, inspecting the way the skin held tight around my unusually swollen midsection. I couldn’t hold in another fart. I could only get away from the others as quick as I could as it put-put-putted it’s way out of me with each step. I was nearing my limit. Hopefully, we’d stop at a gas station. If not, it’s another hour’s drive back home. When we finally got back to the car, I felt so full I wanted to throw up. I held my breath as I gingerly entered the backseat, the contact with it against my butt causing noticeable movement to the log I was holding inside me. My morning pee had grown in urgency accordingly, and I was having trouble keeping still at all. I found myself turning to desperate measures. ‘Could you do my a favor? I’m so sorry’ I sent to Alani. She gave me a confused look. ‘Of course, what?’ ‘Could you ask them to stop at a gas station?’ She paused. ‘For real?’ ‘I don’t want to ask it’ ‘Why?’ ‘Idk I’m embarrassed’ ‘Just ask it!’ I paused. ‘I can’t’ ‘Dude, why?’ I writhed in frustration, discomfort panging through my organs. ‘Could you please just ask for me? Please? I’ll buy you something there’ Alani sighed. “Do you guys think we could stop at a gas station?” Lizzie and Daphne groaned collectively. “I need to get my parent’s van back!” Daphne said. “It’ll only take a minute!” “We’ve got, like, thirty minutes left. Can you hold it?” She looked at me. “I mean, yeah.” I groaned inwardly, sinking in my seat. “I also wanted a snack,” she continued. “We got some in here,” Lizzie said. “Plus, we’ve only got, like, thirty minutes left to drive.” It was closer to an hour, but I didn’t say anything. Now the windows were up, and there was no music playing. I begged my body not to produce another fart. I could hear the gurgling of my gut over the sound of the car. After some time passed, and the urgency rose accordingly, I felt more gas bubbling up at an alarming pace. It moved rapidly through my gut and I frantically rolled down the window just in time for a hot puff of air to push it’s way out of me. It was getting bad. Really bad. So was my need to piss. I pulled up directions on my phone just to see how far we were. 35 minutes. For twenty minutes after that, I squirmed constantly and tried to distract myself, counting road signs and focusing on my phone. “Can we roll the windows back up?” Lizzie asked, “it’s so hot in here.” Hesitantly, I rolled mine up. I couldn’t imagine the embarrassment I’d feel if I audibly farted, and a reaction to the smell would worsen it intensely. My swollen bladder urgently pulsed and contracted, desperately inflicting discomfort to signal me to release it. It’d be an emergency even without the several pounds of waste backed up in my behind. I checked my phone again. 10 minutes. Suddenly, a hot pocket of gas travelled up to my anus, carrying with it urgent pressure. I was able to retain it for only a few desperate seconds. Put-put-put-put-put. “Alani!” Daphne scolded, partially joking, partially annoyed by the incoming smell. “That wasn’t me, that was one of you guys!” “Well, it definitely came from back there, and I’ve never heard Alexa fart in my life.” I kept my attention on my phone. Potentially suspicious, but I was in so much pain I could hardly stand it. My stomach bulged out and pressed up against my waistband like they were a full side too thin. While my bladder was ready to leak, my rectum was ready to explode. My sphincter contracted, and the poop that pressed against my butthole genuinely felt like it was going to come out. I jolted my body, clenching every muscle in my lower half to keep it in. It eventually retracted, but it was unbelievable how badly I needed to relieve myself. I had never needed a toilet so urgently in my entire life. Another long fart forced it’s way out of my body. Loud, hot, and almost let some of my solid waste out. I clenched my buttcheeks, grabbing desperately at my underthighs while I struggled to retain it all. I could feel my rectum spasming with exertion. “Alani!” Daphne and Lizzie said in unison, lowering their windows. I glanced at Alani, who was watching me wide-eyed. I looked away in humiliation, my face burning hotter than the sun. “I-I just really have to use the bathroom,” she said, “if you won’t stop at a gas station, don’t get mad at me if I stink the car up.” “There’s literally five minutes left! Do you want to get dropped off before Alexa?” “N-no!” she said quickly, “I’ll be fine.” I forgot I was the first person to get dropped off. Thank god. I sat on my hand as discreetly as I could, pressing into my sphincter and gyrating my hips. I was unable to keep in another rumbling fart, feeling my ass vibrate and the gas hotly pass through my fingers. It was getting exceptionally difficult not to pee on myself every time I passed gas. I saw the turn for my neighborhood come into view and let out a small sigh of relief. Only a few more minutes… My swollen belly was ready to split open. I thought I was gonna be sick, and hoped it would stay down until I got out of the car. My urge to urinate had gotten exceptionally urgent, only adding to the bloat that my fecal matter was expanding upon by the second. I was sweating so badly, I hoped nobody noticed. I couldn’t look at Alani out of shame, but I was grateful to have someone covering for me, especially when I accidentally let out a hard fart as I bent over to grab my bag. I cringed, afraid it was too obvious. “The fuck did you eat?” Lizzie said. “I don’t even know, man,” Alani laughed. As they pulled up to my apartment complex, I was stepping out of the car before they were completely stopped. They all said their variations of bye, Alexa! simultaneously. “Seeyouguys!” I said, frantically shutting the door and rushing into the building. I unfortunately had a couple flights of outdoor stairs to climb. As soon as my friend group was out of eyesight of me, I held my butt tightly. The urge to shit was unbelievable. Alarm bells were ringing and I was dripping with sweat, begging every diety I could think of not to make me mess myself when I’m this close to relief. I got to my apartment and practically threw myself into the doorway, slamming awkwardly into the unbudging door. Locked. My full, fattened gut got squished badly, forcing me into an all-out potty dance. I pressed harshly into my backside and held my crotch, writhing on the spot and pressing my thighs together with each side step. In my desperate stupor, I’d neglected to get my housekey out of my bag. I banged on the door. “Jacine!” I called desperately. When there was no answer, I did it again. “Jacine, open the door!” I begged, squirming crazily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my neighbor opening his door to get in. I hadn’t even noticed him come up. Embarrassed, I forced my hands to my sides and settled for standing awkwardly while I knocked loudly. “Oh, god…” I whined, bending down to check under the mat. Of course we don’t have a spare key. I swung my very full backpack around and searched frantically for my key, which I usually just drop freely into the bag. It was taking so long, I started pulling out my belongings and dropping them around me, rocking back and forth in agony while I dug my heel into my butthole. I gasped when I finally found it and tried to shove it into the doorknob with my clammy, trembling hands while I was still on my knees. “Come onnn…” I whined through my clenched teeth, bouncing on my foot trying to keep my pee and poop in. I finally managed to get it. I leapt up and bolted to the bathroom, leaving all my stuff strewn about in front of my open apartment door. I slammed into the locked bathroom door in a similar fashion than before, noticing the shower water running on the other side of the door. My heart dropped. I started crying. I was clutching my crotch to hold my bursting bladder and digging my fingers in between my clenched buttcheeks, swaying my trembling body side to side. My body was screaming at me. It forced out a loud toot, my anus dilating as solid waste pressed against it, nearly forcing itself out. I squeaked and writhed on the spot, pressing against my butthole. It slowly retracted away from my quivering sphincter, remaining tremendously uncomfortable in my overfull rectum. I clutched my stomach and doubled over, thinking for a second that I was going to be sick from the intestinal pressure, when I heard the shower water cut off. I gasped eagerly, stepping side to side and wiping the tears from my face. It then occurred to me how embarrassing it would be if she saw that I was so desperate to blow up the bathroom, I dropped my stuff to the ground outside. I groaned miserably and hobbled to the door. Not daring to bend over, I dropped carefully to my knees and dug my heel into my asscrack as I gathered my belongings. My hands were shaking. Beads of sweat were on my forehead and above my upper lip. When I pushed myself up, I farted hard and peed a little, then clenched every muscle in my body to make sure those was the only things that came out. “Oww…” I groaned in agony. I dragged my bag across the ground to minimize the heavy lifting and leaned against the wall by the bathroom door. I knocked sheepishly, patting my butt with my free hand. “Jacine?” My voice trembled. I gasped when my rectum contracted and tried to force me to let it out. “Jacine!” The door cracked and her freckled face peeked out wearing a towel on her head. “Alexa! You’re back!” “Yeah, I gotta get in there now, dude…” I said urgently, trying to get in. “Wa-wait- hold on, man!” she laughed as I pushed past her into the steamy bathroom, stepping side to side with my hands behind my back while I waited for her to leave. It was humiliating, but I was absolutely desperate. “Gotta pee, huh?” she teased while she got her stuff off the sink. I swallowed nervously. “Please, Jacine, I really have to go…” I tensed up when my belly contracted and tried to void. My poop pressed against my sphincter, and I strained everything below my waist to keep it in. I pressed into my butt with the back of my hands. “All yours,” she said, leaving. The urgency skyrocketed this close to relief. I wasted no time. I frantically tore my jeans open, going up to the toilet and getting ready to let go, when I realized she’d left the door open. With tear-inducing frustration, I practically leapt over and shut the door. I couldn’t get back to the toilet fast enough. During the frantic steps to and from the door, my body suddenly forced out a spurt and the tip of my unimaginably large turd, which sat grossly against my butt in my underwear. Still filled with enough piss and shit to fill a water tower, I writhed crazily, determined to retain the rest of it while I wrestled my pants down. It fell into the toilet bowl when I finally yanked my pants down, plopping my ass down and immediately exploding. “Uhnn-“ I moaned, the massive weight finally emptying out of my tortured bottom, the ocean of pee bursting out of my pussy. My enormous waste pushed out and coiled in the toilet beneath my butt. It was bizarre to feel so much matter shift and leave my belly. It was multiple day’s worth, pounds and pounds of it. A barrage of waste and gas assaulted the toilet, forceful, constant and unyielding. I clutched my stomach and felt the tight bloating shrink turn back to it’s normal, squishy form. I had to flush two times before I was done to ensure I didn’t clog the toilet. By the time I was finished, I was drenched in sweat and almost needing to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe it was finally over with. The days of discomfort were finally over.

On Traveling Light Chapter Two Heavy. It was a word that resonated in Alex's mind and body. How his belly and rear felt, the context of the situation he'd gotten himself into, and the weight of anxiety he had for what would come next. Heavy. As the sun grew to stand mostly overhead, Alex and Penny found they were making good progress, and despite the rather unexpected delay they'd experienced earlier, they were back on track. A golden glow poured through the canopy of pine, warming their bodies, and as they pulled away from the foothills they were previously hiking, and onto a well-worn old mining trail, the ponderous terrain eased and their minds were free to wander. Penny caught up to Alex easily, his pace still understandably moderate, and while astride him, leaned in and awkwardly stole a kiss from his cheek. The tabby had been lost in the mix of sensations vying for attention from within ever since they'd set off from the ruin, and the smooch drew him out of his own head enough to cast an uneven smile in her direction. He still didn't know what to make of their arrangement, but for now, he was enjoying it enough, all things considered, although he certainly couldn't stop considering a thing or two, try as he might. For example, when one doesn't use the washroom - or, considering their distance from civilization, a bush, or a tree, perhaps - in a timely manner, certain things start to happen. A building sense of urgency, a strange tingling in their belly, and more relevant to Alex's present case, eventually, they start to get gassy. His lower gut was growing steadily more talkative since they'd started walking, in an audibly deep and restless sort of way, and now he'd become aware just why. The signals nagging him just below his tail had gone from lazy but sizeable ones, to ones decidedly more tingly and uncomfortable... he wanted... no, needed to relieve that building pressure. Badly. And yet, with Penny behind him, he'd found he just couldn't coax himself to relax enough to do it; and certainly not now that she was walking close enough next to him to brush his hand now and again. His guts made their disagreement with his hesitation clear with a groan loud enough that Penny's right ear flicked and she cast a sidelong glance in his direction, instantly reading the tenseness on his brow. "Something on your mind~?" He was sure he'd grow to hate that singsong tone of hers before too long. Before Alex could reply, however, his insides spoke for him by shifting in a particularly powerful way, and before he could even react to tense his grip on his bottom, the relative peace of the wooded trail was interrupted by a surprisingly loud and tense fart. It lasted only a moment, but definitely enough to leave Alex grimacing and red faced, looking away from her with one hand clasping his belly as they walked, several others following behind it in rhythm with his steps. Penny's hearty laughter certainly didn't help. "Oh, jeez. Not quite on your mind, I guess," she quipped, still giggling as Alex's humiliated cringe widened. Eventually, Penny found her tact, however, and she leaned in, feathering a pair of smooches to his cheek once she'd stopped laughing. Alex's wince lessened to an embarrassed smirk, and he remarked, "Sorry, I, er... can't really help it at this point." Penny nodded matter-of-factly. "I know what you mean. Don't give yourself gas cramps on my accord." Alex arched his eyebrows in a questioning way given what she'd requested of him before departing, and Penny took the prompt to give an explanation. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I love a boy with a bubbly tummy, but I don't think you're gonna hold those in with the way we're pacing and with how much you've had to eat." Alex groaned, lethargically retorting, "Try not to remind me." Penny trilled and closed her eyes, smiling lightheartedly and her tail coiling to and fro behind her, clearly soaking their time together up like a sponge. They carried on for a while yet, the terrain nearly unchanged despite their plodding progress, while Alex's belly rumbled and groaned, occasionally breaking the silence with a trumpet or two from his butt. Eventually, though, Alex's mind began to wander, and as he grew accustomed to letting off gas pressure in her presence, he began to wonder more about her, until finally, he asked, "Hey, so, uh... what got you into this kinda thing? Keeping guys from taking dumps and all?" Penny gave a little giggle. "Took you long enough to ask. Usually the 'why' comes in about the same time I step between them and the water closet. Or tree, in your case." She cast a bedroom look in his direction. "I guess you really do like me that much, huh?" Alex grinned back, shrugging. At least he was confident about his feelings on that particular factor of their encounter. Penny let her palms rest on the back of her head as they walked, humming. "I mean, I dunno what about boys and rumbly bellies gets me off, but it's a big enough kick that I take risks like this. Sorry if it bugs you that you're not my first." Alex shook his head. "No, no, it comes with the territory of traveling, I've been around, too. You're just, uh... the first that's done this to me." The lynx nodded in an understanding fashion, adding, "Probably the last, too, there's not a lot of my ilk, I've come to find. I've had a lot of encounters not go as smoothly as ours did, as you can probably imagine. But, uhh, to avoid getting into that, I've just been really into it for as long as I can remember. "I grew up with my mom, who was a scullery maid on one of the first intercontinental steamer ships. I usually helped her in the kitchen until I was old enough to take on an official job with the porter company myself. I probably don't need to tell you that in order to keep for weeks on end, the food they serve on those liners isn't always easy to digest. So, I guess I got exposed to seeing people in various stages of distress depending on how long the line for the can was pretty early! Myself, too, sometimes... Kinda grew into a weird fixation. And we know what weird fixations as a kid grow into as adults." It was Alex's turn to chuckle this time. "Somehow, I can't imagine someone as pretty as you in my position." Penny beamed back at him in a silly sort of way. "Oh, you have no idea. I swear, sometimes we'd serve this stew with a lot of potatoes in it that had me farting so loud in my cabin, it would echo off the walls of the entire deck. All night..." Alex guffawed, which caused Penny to crack up as well, but after a moment Alex grimaced, clutched his middle, and stopped in place just long enough that a particularly hefty gas bubble pattered out of his rear for several seconds before he could stop and straighten again. Penny chided him. "Jeez, go easy, you. I was afraid you were gonna unload in your shorts there for a minute." Alex shifted in place a little, groaning. "I did too. I thought I was doing okay, but that was sudden. I haven't had to go this bad in a while..." Penny promised to go easy on funny stories for his sake, at least until they made the next waypoint. Another mile or two passed by, their surroundings remaining mostly unchanged, but their pace - or rather, Alex's - gradually slowing. Even with his toned, fit, and capable body, his endurance and focus were beginning to falter, the weight of his meals beating on his drum down below with an ever increasing tempo. This was only exacerbated by Penny's habit of drawing oh-so-close each time he paused or slowed to fidget, squirm, or sway against his massive urge to poop, stealing kisses from his muzzle, and soft, claw tipped rubs of his swollen belly. After one particularly long and exaggerated session of dancing in place, Alex piped up with an urgent, "I need a break." Penny chewed her lower lip. "I was hoping you'd say that." Alex would have made a sarcastic retort if he wasn't rubbing his thighs together and clenching his jaw. His mind was occupied with an exercise - tense, inhale, relax, exhale - intended to keep his now openly rebelling bowels in check, and his tiring rear in strict obedience. He didn't care just how cute Penny was or how aroused he was by her interests... he wasn't going to shit his shorts in front of her, no matter how direly he-- "Wh-- Hey!" Alex was brought out of his deeply introspective trance by a sudden and clear physical sensation - Penny was undoing his belt and working on his shorts button and zipper. "N-now's a really bad time for that!" Penny gazed up at him, her hands pausing, an undisguised look of hungry lust on her face. "Oh. I'm sorry! I could stop. Button you back up, cinch your belt agai--" Alex whimpered through gritted teeth. "N-no, just..." He was interrupted by a soft pawpad touching his lips with a gentle, implicative caress. "Don't speak. Focus on your body. Trust me." Alex gulped, that familiar swelling of lust in his loins running up his spine again, washing over him and soaking his thoughts and inhibitions... How could he be horny at a time like this? He didn't understand how he could need to defecate so, so badly and yet want the woman in front of him... no, want to please this woman in front of him yet more. As if on cue, she whispered a hungry whisper into his ear. "Do you trust me? You've come this far, such a good boy, not even a protest..." He breathed out a hot, laden breath, his underwear tightening around his loins. He nodded obediently. Her fingertip was replaced with her mouth, kissing him, teasing his tongue with hers. Never had he been this aroused - at least not in a long; long time, the primal, dominating lust of a new, forbidden experience taking hold of his mind. Whatever she wanted, he'd oblige... no, he thirsted to give her. Penny, too, was getting a bit carried away, her breaths coming more deeply and rapidly, but she wasn't nearly as far gone as Alex had become. In fact, half of her own arousal was a contact high, the heat between her legs and thudding of her heart rising in response to his own - and more prominently, his genuine, driving want to explore her desires. She hadn't had to pry, bargain, beg, or compromise for her fetish once, even though he hadn't even entertained it once before... and it was driving her mad. Her palm rested on his belly lightly, but covetously - swollen and churning with fullness, and only because she'd asked him to keep it that way, just for her. She finished opening his shorts, but left his underwear on, instead letting her clawtips rest on their hem. Slooowly, she dragged them upward, across the slightly exaggerated bulge of his bloated belly. "All that food~" she chimed breathily into his ear. Alex mumble whimpered in reply, both of his hands clenched at his sides, trying not to think about it, but a thick rumble against her fingertips betrayed that her words had reached him. "So many chances to stop and relieve yourself..." she continued, his snout turning up and letting an unbecoming, urgent whiiine as she spoke, her words coaxing a squeeze from his bowels just behind his rear. She wanted to say something else, but she was too drunk on hormones, every motion of his body in response to her teasing clouding her own ability to think. With what little clarity she had left, she pulled away from him, eliciting a confused, needy noise from him in reply, one paw reaching out for her as she stood just a stride in front of him. But still, she wasn't finished with him yet, and she knew if she stayed in that embrace, she wouldn't be able to resist him any longer, and she wasn't ready. Not yet. She gazed possessively at the boy in front of her, licking her chops. Alex was a sight to see. From the chest up, he was the portrait of a man ready to mate, maw half open as he panted, not with exertion, but primal need, eyes half-lidded and one ear flicking out of frustration. From the tummy down though, he was something else, his round, bloated, shapely belly giving his otherwise toned and fit frame an obscenely curvy shape, his shorts half-on half-off his hips and showing off not only how low the weight in his guts sat, but how powerfully aroused he'd become. Both of his bulges swayed weightily, his hips and rear bobbing to and fro as he lifted one foot and rested his weight on the other, trading it back and forth every second or so, as his insides made no attempt to hide their audible shifting and churning. Penny closed her eyes, swallowed, and took a deep breath. No, not yet. Soon. You'll have him soon. Make it last. "P-Penny?" Alex's tone wasn't just strained, but it was unsure, perhaps a bit worried, and it brought her back to reality. It was her turn to crack an awkward smile. "Sorry. Almost got carried away." Alex let out a frustrated noise as his youthful rush of hormones started to wane. "Almost, she says..." Penny's grin widened, and she laughed. "I don't think I need to tell you this is becoming a rather special experience for me... think you can make it last a little longer?" Alex mumbled something about not making any promises. "I know for sure I can't walk much farther. I..." He paused, not quite believing he was about to say what he was, "I've never had to take a dump so badly in my life." Penny trilled, replying with a sway of her hips, and a little pause before replying, "Tell you what…” … A gentle breeze blew through the sturdy trunks of the forest around them, the wind whispering around bark and conspiring through pine needles and leaves. The sound was calming to the pair as they hiked on, though the pace had become decidedly more of a lazy stroll than purposeful marching. Alex shivered a little. Rather, he had been shivering now and again for the past several hours as he tried to convince his body that refusing to relieve himself was not only an option, but the only option, much to its disagreement. Rather, what made this shiver unique was the effect the breeze was having on his body… a specific portion of his body, in particular. He was dressed much as he was earlier; a pair of windproof goggles resting on a leather strap atop his forehead, a taupe tunic with the sleeves long since removed in a rough fashion, his trademark red bandana around his neck, and a large hiking backpack slung over both shoulders. Beyond that, however, he was bare. His feet padded along the trail without the aid of hiking shoes, (which he didn’t mind in the least - his feet being bare on the ground merely meant he could feel the contours of the rough trail better, and as such, navigate it more naturally -) his bare legs and rather muscular thighs moving in an uneasy, slightly stilted rhythm, and much to Penny’s amusement, his bare balls, sheath, and rump swayed to the beat of his steps, free and presented for all to see. Penelope being the only one to see it didn’t do much to assuage Alex’s anxiousness, though if the plumpness of his sheath, with pink tip peeking from it as it swayed were any indication, his anxiousness wasn’t doing much to assuage his horniness following their latest close encounter. Above his bits, peering out from beneath his tunic, was his belly. Even a casual observer could see it was swollen now, and anyone that knew Alex would be hard-pressed not to ask him if he’d gained weight. He had, in fact, gained a few pounds over the last two days, but he carried it in a way that would seem odd to anyone that looked. It lacked the characteristic softness and gentle folds of body fat, the few inches of swell his normally athletic, flat middle had gained were round, almost formulaically smooth and curved. His belly button flirted with the hem of his top as he walked, and every once in a while it would make a very audible complaint of motion and fullness. Penny couldn’t stop glancing over her shoulder at him. Only partly because she wanted to see if he’d stopped or was falling behind - or perhaps even making a break for the trees - but rather because the shape and gait he’d developed was driving her mad. Her own bottoms, still attached to her hips rather than in her pack like Alex’s has found themselves, bore the gentle, warm dampness of her own lewd thoughts and mood, her heartbeat slightly more rapid than someone taking a gentle stroll through the forest in the afternoon. She wanted him, and badly, almost as badly as he wanted to let his body rid himself of his backed up meals. She still couldn’t believe her dumb luck - an attractive boy, with no place in particular to be, inclined for companionship, and a sense of adventure so conveniently and particularly broad she still wasn’t convinced she wasn’t dreaming. The deal she’d brokered was simple. Alex was to remain bottomless for the remainder of this leg of the journey; the relief of no belt constricting his abdomen and no clothing to soil should the unthinkable strike were the bargain in exchange. The deal had bought him some deeply desired relief from urgent squeezes and cramps from his plumbing - though it did nothing for how simply bloated and bottom-heavy he felt. His body wasn’t totally sold on this deal, either, and every half hour or so, Penny could hear a few heavy steps come to a pause, and turn to see him clutching at his abdomen or groping at his bottom, one leg raising awkwardly off the dirt of the forest floor to tuck under his sheath and coinpurse, usually accompanied with a dizzyingly attractive grimace of effort, and a thick bubbling from his lower gut as though someone were blowing into fresh oatmeal with a straw. Despite his hesitations, and a few honest impulses to cry out an apology and make for the treeline as fast as his belabored tailhole would allow, he still found himself before long walking again, with a belly feeling rather tighter and heavier than before. He’d never been quite so in tune with his bodily functions. He swore he could feel every inch of the tubes within his rounded middle, knowing exactly where each loop squeezed, pushed, bubbled, and shifted… and that was nothing to say for his tightened ring. The weight upon it was incredible. He swore he could feel it lazily bulging under the sheer gravity of his meals, tickling and tingling madly as the breeze caressed his bare rear, wobbling dangerously with the vibration of each footfall. Every pause induced by a sudden and coordinated pumping of his bowels made it ache and prickle with the numbness of fatigue against the sudden and nigh inexorable pressure building behind it… but seeing Penny’s looks of pure lust and covetousness made him swallow thickly and tense it up until finally, with a glacial rumbling from his depths, the pressure eased temporarily. In short, the poor tabby needed to poop. Badly. Badly enough, in fact, that after another mile or so, Penny heard a breathy gasp. She turned to see Alex staring into the middle distance with wide eyes, both hands clutching at his distended tum with a disoriented panic. His upper thighs pressed - no, leaned - against each other and quivered. Penny didn’t think much of it, leering at the tabby until she saw his body language take a rather very specific turn. First, Alex farted. This had been happening on and off as they walked, given he’d given up on trying to hold the persistent bubbles in, but this one was tense, tight, and nervous as first, but pattered to a stop suddenly with a few gentle pops… and accompanied almost immediately reflexive, squatting dip of his hips. Alex’s face went red. His cheeks puffed a little, and his eyes narrowed, his eyes drunkenly losing their focus. His fingers curled into tight fists, and his toes curled, claws raking tiny lines into the soft earth below him. His gut didn’t so much gurgle or grumble so much as it cavitated with effort. All of this, of course, happened over the course of about three seconds, and Penny knew with experience what was happening as soon as it had begun. Alex’s body was refusing to hold it in anymore. There was no longer a voluntary choice. He was going into a labor of sorts, and he was going to unload; right here, right now. Within the tabby’s head, there was no awareness of the world around him besides a fuzzy, desaturated image and a dim, cotton-wrapped stream of sounds echoing from far away... His world at present was instead one of sensation. A burning, powerful, urgent warmth has developed in his belly like a red-hot lead ball rolling downward towards his behind. He was aware of a panicked, twanging, staccato signal from his tailhole as it violently spasmed shut and involuntarily relaxed, his body trying to override the weakening signal from his increasingly fuzzy and unfocused mind. But above all, there was one clear thing he could focus on, one clear sense in his otherwise rapidly narrowing awareness: a mass, like a long-delayed freight train on slow, but dutifully steadfast wheels, was moving within him, and it was moving down. Penny yelled. “Hey! Not here, big boy!” Alex paid her little heed. His eyes showed a brief flicker, his ear flicked, but he farted again, and his ass lowered even further toward the earth. The efforts of verbal persuasion held no heed over nature’s hypnotizing spell that had gripped Alex as firmly as his bowels were gripping the mass inside of him. The lynx swallowed. She half wanted to let him go… he’d certainly come far, far further than any other sane and relatively potty-trained person would - all for her benefit alone, even - but a persistent sensation of her own, throbbing and begging for physical attention between her hips had hold of her mind in its own gentle but insistently effective and glibly persuasive grasp. Her feet trod on the path at a short, but dutifully urgent jog. Another sensation - then a second, prodded its way through Alex’s foggy mind. It shared space near his tired and flagging tail, on either side of it… Penelope had gripped Alexander’s rear firmly, and with her legs, had begun to hoist Alex’s butt out of a squat. Alex whined in deep, warning tones. “I know, you big hunk, but we’re almost there. Come on.” The last word was accompanied with one final tug, bringing Alex to a shaky, knock-kneed stand. His voice growled from deep within. “Can’t… Can’t hold it… Let me go…” He didn’t fight back or pull away - he couldn’t. Every neuron he could goad into motion was focused on damming back the mountain that was moving within him. Penelope leaned in and bit his ear, making the tabby yelp and colors dance before his eyes, his sheath bulging and his tip sliding free from its confines to taste the cool, crisp breeze and dribble clear fluid from within obediently. The fuzziness in his head waned. A baser instinct rose from within, clashing with the primal bodily urge and loosening its grasp on his mind. His bowels surged with bubbling and rumbling as pressure generated by his cramping insides relented back. His ring slowly drew closed, and a bulkhead of mass at the very end of his pipes, nearly poking to the open air itself, retreated within. Alex moaned. The moan hadn’t decided if it was out of raw lust or despairing urge to defecate by the time it left his mouth and hung in the air as steam despite the temperate climate. Penny whispered directly into Alex’s ear with much the same effect, “Good boy.” Alex’s thighs unlocked, and he turned, slowly. His cock swayed heavily as he rotated, a thin trail of precum lazily following as it, and he, turned to face the Lynx. Penelope reflexively swallowed and trilled. “Oh… something else on your mind, is it?” Alex looked through her. His blue eyes were still hazy, and his hands released his bloated belly to grab at her hips. Penny gave an involuntary whimper of her own as lust rolled through her core and sloshed like a spring between her hips. One of her own hands reached, groping between the tabby’s legs until it found his twin orbs, lifting them and cradling them in her palm. Her wrist was immediately kissed with a drip of pre, and she could feel the heat of his loins. Her emerald eyes peered into his and their lips met. Tongues intertwined and danced, shortly followed by their bodies, Alex’s hips pressing into Penny’s and smearing her trail shorts with his pre as he bucked against her and his length dragged desperately along the fabric. Alex’s palms tugged at Penny’s shorts with an unmistakably wordless demand, making no headway against her belt. Penny pulled back just enough to undo the first loop, inadvertently caressing the tip of his cock softly with the backs of her hands… Grrrbbbbl…. The moment that carried the igneous, magma-like bubbling of his belly hung in the air, as if it were awkwardly deciding where in this primal dance of mating it belonged, before hurriedly moving along; deciding it perhaps had interrupted something more important and very private. Alexander’s gut hadn’t just sounded bloated, gassy, and in urgent need of relief; it sounded indignant. Perhaps even threatening. The urges within had lost this battle, but a descending bubbling beneath his belly button decreed that it would not lose the war. Alex stood, panting, his lower abdomen giving a short groan once… twice, deeper… thrice, his thighs quivering with sheer effort, before a weak, sputtering toot forced its way free. He tried desperately not to laugh when his eyes caught Penelope’s, this time having the advantage as her own lust had left her feeling soft around the edges enough that it took her several seconds longer than Alex to process exactly what had just happened. Eventually, though, she recovered, and didn’t bother to resist laughing, although Alex carried on valianty fighting it, preferring that over fighting off another wave of urges on his tired, bulging tailhole. He was far from relaxed, one hand furtively rubbing his badly bulging tum in slow circles, the other holding his rump, two fingers clandestinely massaging his ring. His length, sensing that playtime was decidedly over, gently nestled all but its tip back in his sheath, though it was still dripping embarrassingly, which in turn caused Penny to look down at the glistening swath of dark, slick fabric on her shorts and begin giggling again. “Aha, ha, man. I almost feel bad for stopping.” Alex chuckled, shifting from foot to foot. “Almost? Don’t let me interrupt you. I just hope you won’t mind when I explode.” Though the jovial awkwardness between the two was something they both enjoyed, Alex’s belly bubbled ominously and his thighs dipped together again. Nothing that had possessed either of them a few moments ago had let Alex lessen the load within his bowels, and though the monster of his base instincts was back in its cage for the moment, it was growing larger and the bars were beginning to bend with each gurgling roar. “I can’t believe I almost… …had an accident…” he mumbled, the last half of his sentence rather quieter with the unfamiliarity of it not having left his mouth in almost two decades. “I can,” Penny mused. “You’re getting to the end of your rope, big boy~.” Alex nodded with a little huff. She turned and looked out down the trail. The sun had left its apex in the sky and the trees drew lines of shadow across the path from its mid-afternoon angle over the mountains. Alex followed her gaze. The trail carried on flatly and relatively straight for about a half mile before dipping out of view… but beyond, it peered back into his sight a blurry distance away, where it soon met a stone and wood covered bridge… and more importantly, the Faurine River. Alex rubbed his belly and practically drooled in anticipation, his thighs needily grinding together. The look he gave the broad and cerulean blue water in the distance would have made it run backwards and retreat up the mountain in fear, had it the capacity for thought. Penny kissed his cheek before his thoughts gave his body and belly any bright ideas. “Think you’ll make it, handsome?” Penny inquired. “Can’t be more than a half hour or so away, all downhill…” Alexander glanced down. His swollen abdomen groaned, and he allowed himself to dance, hopping from foot to foot as a cramp loomed, gripped his bowels threateningly, and eased… all as Penny bit her lip and shuffled her own legs a bit under a similar but altogether different bodily need. “I… don’t think so,” Alex said finally, hands less holding his distended middle, and more resting its hefty weight on his palms. “It’s taking all my strength to not make three steps into the trees and handle business.” Penny nodded, replying with an amicable, “I won’t stop you.” Alex continued to dance, ready to make another gentle protest, when what she’d said registered. “I really… wha?” His feet begged him to start walking, and his gut bubbled as another wave of urges surged down his middle and rebounded thickly off of his tailhole, making him give a grunt of effort. “I… are you sure?” Penny nodded, resisting calls from within herself somewhere to grab his hand and start pulling him down the trail. “I can’t lie… I want you, right here, right now…” Her words dripped with lust. Alex’s sheath bobbed heedingly. “And even more, I want to drag you, squirming and begging, all the way to the banks of the river…” This statement drew an involuntarily tensing of muscles on the aft side of Alex’s lower body. “But you’ve been so, so good… to me, to my silly wants and desires…” She paused for a beat. “...better than anyone else…” she ventured with just a bit of added honey. Alex swallowed loudly. “We’re so close, big boy, and if we make it, I don’t think either of us could stop ourselves…” Alex’s bits dribbled another long string of pre, his mind rapidly changing tracks between the burning pull of his loins and the smoldering push of his bowels. He looked again, down the trail at the distant blue line carved through the trees and grass. It seemed so far, further now than when he looked last. A gentle gust of wind tickled under his tail and past his bits. He clamped one hand firmly beneath his tail, and took a deep breath, holding it and counting. Penny watched with hopeful interest, tail curling the question marks in her mind as his dancing from foot to foot slowed, his thighs parted, and his own tail, like a flag lowered in defeat, shakily descended, curled over his hand and between his legs, the tip covering his sheath. His belly burbled moodily, but feebly in protest. “No promises. But for you, beautiful, I’ll try.” Penny let out a barely restrained squeal, stopping just short of throwing herself into him and hugging him for dear life (and, inevitably, sweet relief, which is what barely managed to stop her) and instead, leaned in to give him a lingering, warm kiss. Alex’s belly bubbled again, louder this time, and he winced. “T-time is a factor…” he whimpered. Penny giggled, nodding, and beginning to plod down the trail, beckoned for him to follow. Alex nervously called after her. She trodded to a stop several strides away from the tabby, who was still standing where he was, shifting from foot to foot, tail curled between his legs and looking rather pleadingly in her direction. “What is it, big boy? Change your mind?” Alex pinkened a little. “N-no, but…” he trailed off, feet still trampling the ground urgently beneath him. “But what? Want me to carry you? I don’t think I can lift you, even without all the added weight.” Alex took another deep breath, glancing down between his legs, at the trees to his right, then back at Penelope. “No, but I might need your help, anyway…” “...I really, really have to pee.”

Chapter 1 [The final quest to return back] "Time end" is a name that was full of significance, but at the same time, it seemed to fool those who heard it. In fact, it was the name of a simple desert land, an expanse of sand as large as the entire kingdom. If you listen to the marauders, "Time end" represents an hourglass with infinite grains of sand, like the desert from which there is no escape. If you studied the history of the Armond kingdom in-depth, you would discover that the name comes from the spell it has eradicated the realm of the same name from existence in a time gone by. Now the moor was crossed by a dark-haired girl wearing a white shirt and pants, how she got there is a mystery even for herself, her last memory was having decided to make a subscription to try the latest version of a game illegally downloaded, and that she had loved it madly, she couldn't remember anything else. However, strangely she wasn't scared despite being in a deadly desert at noon. For an ordinary girl, it wouldn't be strange to panic. However, Eloise had a smile on her lips, and it was not a usual smile: it was an expression of pure happiness, an uncontrollable expression, not she couldn't have stopped smiling even if she were dead. "The truth is, her biggest wish had just come true." "Shop!" said the girl breaking the silence. A virtual window opened in front of her. "It's very hot! Probably it's midday," she thought as she looked briefly at the sun in the sky and breathed in a blast of hot air. 0 coin: this was the writing observed thoughtfully by the girl. - you feel the pressure build-up -pssssssh- A hissing was the only noise the brunette heard, a sound that always made her blush and her heart pound. The hiss lasted about 7 seconds, so they wouldn't even understand what had just happened if someone else were near the girl. However, Eloise was in a paradoxical mix between bliss and frustration. Her white linen pants felt fresh, after all, the urine was colder than the scorching desert air. The girl would have gladly emptied her bladder under other circumstances, she felt pretty full, and if she was in a shopping center, she would have already found a solution, but now with disappointment in her heart, she had to stop the flow. [First Intentional Wetting] + 0 experience points + 1000 coins + 1 large bottle (1500 ml) - Title earned: (Novice Wetter) + 1 parchment (Over holding) - Welcome player 1 (Eloise Lyfart) + 1 interactive map + 1 exploration backpack + 1 clothes box + 1 getting started guide + 1 medium bottle (1000 ml) + 1 savory brioche (250 g) "Is this your first time in N.O.Q.?" Yes No After giggling lightly at her nickname, she said mentally and with conviction: "No." "Do you want to do the tutorial?" Yes No Here Eloise was doubtful: doing the tutorial in first person would have been great for her, however, she would have had to give up the trick she had discovered thanks to her incredible curiosity or maybe more than her thanks to her perverted mind. "No" - tutorial skipped - updated current quest: [Leave the Desert] "It's time for Farming," thought Eloise starting to be horny; her panties were drenched from the release earlier, and what she was about to do gave her more than just a tingle in her pussy, so she started to" Farming". Eloise's "trick" was simple: getting out of the desert would have been part of the tutorial, so no "malus" but only "rewards" were given inside it. For example, if she found an unbudging cactus and drank its juice, it would only fill the hydration bar without suffering the paralyzing effect. At the same time, if she were to get wet, it would not punish her bladder capacity or her own continence, not that Eloise didn't mind playing incontinent at a specific time. So there was more: in the tutorial area, it was possible to achieve objectives with extreme ease; this is because the player would not level up until he had acquired the mana core and the status, obtainable only after exiting the desert, meaning that Eloise could overcome the restrictions of the algorithm that calculated the difficulty (if she was really in New Omo Quest). The girl was a bit sad because the scat expressions were disabled in the tutorial. Therefore she can't "Farming" from that side, but she resigned herself to it, and after having decided what to do, she looked around, ready to implement the plan: Firstly she took off her simple sneakers, feeling her feet burning as she sank into the sand; Then she undid his belt and took off her pants, putting them to dry on a dune while her white cotton panties that covered his chubby ass were well exposed to the sand. Eloise fingered through her panties: she always liked touching herself through them, rubbing the damp fabric, even if now, with the atrocious heat, she didn't feel goodly at ease. -pssh- With her legs closed she released just 2 drops, at least enough to see her wet spot get bigger. [Deliberate Wetting] + 0 experience points + 10 coins + 1 small bottle (500 ml) [Rewetting ×1] + 50 coins + 1 light incontinence panty pad - Title earned: (Panty-wetter) Usually, even from level 1, earning a title so quickly and with so little effort would be impossible. Eloise called it a "trick" but thinks the game developer has probably deliberately added it as an easter egg. Satisfied by her functioning, Eloise waited for the desert wind to dry the cotton on her underpants. About ten seconds were enough, and then she continued with her method. -pssssh- [Deliberate Wetting] + 0 experience points + 10 coins + 1 small bottle [Rewetting ×2] + 100 coins + 1 moderate incontinence panty-liner . . . [Rewetting ×40]: Without special classes, you will not receive new bonuses after the 40th soak in a row. + 2000 coins + 1 Colossus - Title earned: (Yellowed Cloth Fetishist) - Title earned: (loose pee-hole) + 1× skill rune (Staining urine) [Rewetting ×41]: Without special classes, you will not receive new bonuses after the 40th soak in a row. + 0 coins "I can consider myself satisfied," said Eloise, a little worn out by the actions. Now her bladder was nearly empty, and she couldn't risk emptying it completely: she had a secondary quest to complete, and due to the sweat due to her heat, she drank the large bottle. She also removed her underwear, becoming naked from the waistline in a puddle of wet sand, with her legs spread and a little sticky on her thighs. - white cotton panties (yellowed×41) -? -? -? Peeing your pants gave the panties random buffs and debuffs, but Eloise couldn't see them now that she was out of mana, so she reluctantly removed them to put them in the clothes box, a pouch enlarged with magic. She took with her hands the linen trousers lying on the dune, now they were hot to the touch of her, which didn't help her, then decided to stay naked for a while, wearing only sneakers and a white shirt. 42,410 coins: this was the wording in the shop. With a satisfied smile and an almost empty bladder, Eloise decided to start her adventure in earnest. "100 Steps Right." "150 steps forward." "10 Steps Right." Eloise was walking, tidying up her bag, trying to remember where she had to go, but doing it with the keyboard was simpler than walking among the sand dunes with her legs feeling sticky after all the pee. After a while, before her, at the base of an exceptionally high dune, was what looked like a brick entrance to a dimly lit gallery. "So soon we'll fight." thought Eloise, a little peeved because she didn't like fighting in first person without overpowering skills, and after all, she was afraid to feel the pain of an arm that is cut off cleanly with a scimitar, that's why she opened the shop, a thing that theoretically she could do but without do anything cause of the low amount of money. [Sorcery Growth Bundle] - pre-enchanted wand (100 mana) - arcanist's dagger (100 mana) - bipedal weathercock coat - magician's panties (?) - wizard's boots (?) - magician's ring (?) - 5 health potions (100ml) - 5 mana potions (100ml) - 1x Skill Rune (Mage's evolution) Cost: 15000 coins [Warrior Growth Bundle] - iron sword - 2x throwing knife - lion leather cuirass - barbarian culottes - fighter bands (?) - fighter bracelet (?) - 10 health potions (100ml) - 1x skill rune (Fortitude of the physique) Cost: 10000 coins [Dancing Barrier] "A disposable protection that protects your life" Cost 5000 coins "It's a pain that I have to use my coin on unserviceable items, " thought Eloise, buying all 3. Now her backpack and clothes box was full of items that she couldn't use yet due to the level restriction, however before entering the cave, she put on her white linen pants, her barbaric knickers(a pair of rough underpants of a whitish fabric, that despite the appearance are very comfortable), then her cuirass and then she put on her cloak. Before entering, she tested the wand, it wasn't necessary to cast spells for any wizard, but she didn't have a heart of mana yet, so her mana was 0. The test was to use arcane magic to throw an ice spear into the air. With only 25 mana, she had managed to get it to the other side of the dune, so she thought it was so easy that she wondered if things were made more accessible for her. Arcane magic was divided into 2 categories in the world of N.O.Q., the elemental and the specialized one: the elemental one has a logarithmic cost and was calculated based on the physical properties of the element that made up the spell; for example, if Eloise wanted to create from nothing a liter of water at average temperature would cost her 1 mana point, and this remains unchanged in most cases. For the specialized one, the calculation was incredibly complex. If Eloise wanted to transport a milliliter of her urine into another's bladder, only 10 meters away from her, she would not be able to do it with 100 units of mana. After the tests, she entered the tunnel holding the iron sword in her right hand and in her left the magic wand. - you feel the pressure building up "Are you telling me that I'm peeing myself from anxiety?" Eloise thought, smiling lightly. "The tutorial is easy as fuck" she said softly to comfort herself. At 10 meters from the entrance, the corridor began to shrink, and the torches along the wall to distance themselves. Furthermore, it can be seen that it begins to descend as a spiral, preventing you from seeing behind the curvature further forward. "......mana...power.." "...incontinence.." Eloise heard two female voices arguing, so she slowed down, knowing they were the two marauders of the first fight. "Who is there!?" yelled a woman with olive skin wearing a white turban and beige with gold embroidery robes. "..." Eloise said nothing and wrapped herself in her cloak. "Israa, go check," ordered the earlier woman to a younger one, without a turban, with short dark hair and lighter skin, apparently wearing the same marauding clothes, but she also had a very nice shoulder strap that attracted the girl's attention. Eloise saw the young Israa walking in front of her without noticing anything. - the pressure is now unendurable "It feels bad without externalizing it," Eloise thought as she squirmed, being at the point of leaks, but she needed to wait to be 100% sure of not taking damage. "There is nobody!" The young woman said as she walked back. "Well, help me pull this stone out," she ordered back the older one. "It's our chance Israa: finally we can eradicate the curse from our tribe! Eloise was thinking about what the curse could be, even from her home, she had always read the dialogue, but in the game, she hadn't found such a tribe. Trying to not wet her pants, she took out her wand and channeling the mana created 1 frost spear and threw it straight into the back of the older woman. The impact and speed were insane, and the woman could barely turn around before she fell to the ground dead. [First Kill] + 0 experience points + 1000 coins [First wetting induced] - Title Earned: (wetting maker) + 1 skill rune (Omovision) "Laya...what...aiee!" -pssssssssst- "aieeee...don't hurt me! Stay away!"The young woman screamed as she peed at seeing her partner die instantly, jumping behind a wooden crate. "I don't fall for it," said Eloise and launched a second dart of ice which, however, shattered on the wood of the chest. "You leave me no choice!" Screamed the young Israa taking a snake's fang from her shoulder strap and running towards Eloise with the now semi-transparent white trousers from her crotch to her knees, showing her black panties. This distracts Eloise, who tries to throw another dart, but the marauder becomes too close. She didn't panic because she couldn't be poisoned by the snake fang during the tutorial. She told her: "That's a good last pee, my dear." and then thrust the sword into the young girl's chest. After another "psss" and a few droplets splashed on Eloise's shoes, the marauder fell to the ground. "I managed not to get hit," she said, satisfied, drawing her sword and wiping the blade on the robber's clothes. -your bladder is leaking -psssssst- A brief release of relief saturates the whitish barbaric knickers, her linen pants giving her a cool sensation while the panties that soaked up her loss nicely instilled warmth. "This feeling is the best!" Eloise said, starting to move towards the sphere to extract it and finish the tutorial, but as soon as she touched it, I felt her body weaken. "What's happening to me... huf... huff" She feels her muscles tire, and she falls to her knees, unable to hold her own weight. -pssssssssshh- "Ahhh, at least…it's relaxing," Eloise said before passing out. "Congratulations, you finished the tutorial!" "Hmhmm? Mom, is that you? Eloise spoke in a faint and dreamy voice, she thought of sleeping in her bed in peace, but as soon as she opened the slit of her eyes, she was overwhelmed by an incredible golden light. "Get up, little girl!" Eloise hopped up, thinking this robotic voice surely did not come from her mother. She looked down and saw that the floor was an endless mirror, immediately noticing being naked except for the rough knickers, which now seemed quite yellowed, which put her a little embarrassed, then she remembered entering the game and putting her hands on the opal stone. "Is this perhaps a dream?" She said, touching her own body, she looked down to see herself in the mirror, her hair was a bit tousled, and redness on her boobs which, combined with the yellowness of the knickers, made her think she was lying face down for a period. "Are you done?" Eloise turned to her voice, but she saw nothing noticing that she couldn't see the room's edges. "Who are you? Where are they?" She asked without showing hesitation. "Do you like N.O.Q.? "...Yes, that is. Why are you asking me?" "Glad to hear that, did you like the tutorial of the new full immersion release?" "So it wasn't a dream? Or am I still dreaming?" Eloise began to calm down a little more, trying to cover her breasts with her hands and turn towards her/her interlocutor also because she did not understand where her voice came from. "You're not dreaming, baby" The voice began to take on a feminine tone, and the light converged in one point, giving shape to a tall woman. She was twice as tall as barefoot Eloise, perhaps over 3 meters. While the woman's body was taking shape, Eloise saw the huge breasts and thick ass, and then the abs, which made the girl feel a lot of jealousy but also a lot of excitement that reduced slightly when it began to form around the body being created the edges of a long white dress. "Enjoyed the show?" The emerald-eyed blonde woman asked the drooling girl. "...yeah...I mean...who are you? Are you real? "I'm obviously real, the goddess of this world, and *pauses* I'm also the one who brought you here. Thank me later." "You brought me in N.O.Q.? Why? Can I go back? What if I die?" "Hold on, baby, so many questions I'm hearing, and I want to explain only some things to you. You know the previous versions of the game, and you will have fun here, trust me, you can go back when you manage to get this title* a message appeared in Eloise's log* and if you may die, let's say that there will be consequences" the goddess seemed very amused by this last point. But Eloise didn't notice it because she was directed to the message. Final Mission: Make the Goddess of N.O.Q. soil her Panties." Reward - title (divine mess maker) "Ehmm, it seems a bit hard, but not that hard..." The girl tried to open the bag or the shop but couldn't do anything. "Did you want to do it now??" the goddess asked ironically, adding, "Do you think it's possible to succeed in such a feat? Let me give you a spoiler, you probably wouldn't succeed in a million years, it's just a way to tell you that you will stay in this world for always. I don't care if you want to return to your boring life of sleeping, eating, fingering, pissing, shitting, etcetera... "Are you serious? The game isn't endless; couldn't I get bored after many years? "My little lassie, don't worry, I made this world at least as big and vast as yours. I also expanded the mechanics a lot, don't worry, ah, you cheated in the tutorial, you had no privilege to make that easy coins!" "Just call me Eloise. I'm not a child, I don't care if from your centuries of old age, you see me as a newborn, and then I don't like forced things, I really like the gam...this world, and thank you, but I would like the chance to go back, I've got a lot of gay content to watch yet, get those panties dirty and send me home!" It may have been the fact of being naked in an uncomfortable place, it may have been the fact that Eloise didn't like her impositions, but she yelled at the goddess. Obviously, she immediately regretted it, covering her insolence with both hands and thus leaving her breasts dangling. "HAHAHA, more than solely centuries, you can speak about thousands or millions, of course, you're just a fool hilarious silly, you said right, I see you as a baby, enough I really want to see you exploring MY world but don't believe that your unpunished attitude *snap of fingers* I'll remove the shop for a while and you'll have some surprises" the goddess giggled and started to pee herself saying: "You know, when I move human beings between different dimensional planes I lose bladder control, because of you it's the third time today, hahaha". With the hysterical laughing, Eloise felt herself being dragged away and then woke up lying on the ground in her cooled urine pool. - finished tutorial for level 1 player [Eloise Lyfart] - You now have a Mana Heart - your status is unlocked - scatological expressions have been forcibly activated - the use of diapers or incontinence items is limited [Status] Name: Eloise Lyfart Level: 1 Race: Human Class: none [Stats] Strengths: 9 Dexterity: 9 Constitution: 9 Intelligence: 15 Charisma: 13 Wisdom: 11 Continence (Bladder):10 (3) Bladder Capacity: 100 (30) Continence (Bowel): 10 (3) Bowel Capacity: 100 (30) "She decreases my stats, son of a... *guts cramps*" -pprrrbbttt- - The pressure is making you explode. "Great," said ironically Eloise feeling a warm gas warming between her ass and knickers. She didn't have time to take the parchment for the over-holding when ... -Your insides are poorly damaged [reckless holding] + 10 experience points + 10 coins + 1 corduroy pants + 1 cotton panties - Title earned: (Crazy holder) - fecal continence downgrade 10 to 9 (3) -bblblrrtt- -pbbrrt- -spllrck- A soggy mess much bigger than a melon smashed quickly against Eloise's white knickers, the rough underwear containing everything went to mash the mess, widening the back of her linen pants. "Yeah, I made an egg in my panties*she sees brown through white linen* an easter egg," she corrected herself. - the pressure is unendurable -psssshh- "You won!" Eloise said, resigned now, almost with tears in her eyes and her knickers now sagging and irreparably stained. [first calamity] [first complete accident] + 150 experience points + 150 coins + 2 medium flask (1000 ml) + 2 salted brioches (250 g) - Title earned (Novice incontinent) - urinary continence downgrade 10 to 9 (3) - fecal continence downgrade 9 to 8 (3) - bladder capacity downgrade 100 to 95 (30) - bowel capacity downgrade 100 to 90 (30) "Bitch..." Eloise, with extreme caution, took off her linen pants, trying not to squash the mess, she was in a terrible mood but the smell of urine made her horny as always, then she took off her barbaric knickers, being prudent to not get her legs dirty dropping the egg" on the floor with a wet *squish* and putting them in her clothes bag. -barbarian knickers (very soiled) "Cleaning will be a real feat, damned goddess," Eloise thought, unaware that a marauding girl in damp pants was watching the scene with a snake's fang in her hand, ready to launch her surprise attack. End of chapter 1 Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed the writing, hoping I will at least be able to write a second chapter. Unfortunately, I know there are some errors caused by google translate; I wish I had been born in an English-speaking country for these things.

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GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT THEIR POSTING PRIVILEGES? No more waiting a week and a half for mods to approve my posts for this bitch! I am getting into omo writing. All of these will be in the same universe. This post will be an introduction. These stories, mostly short and nonlinear, will focus on a King, Garnet III, his Queen, Cordelia, and the harem they keep (and yes, it is shared). Fantasy setting. The kingdom, Riverkeep, is small but peaceful. There are some other kingdoms nearby, one of which, Helmsmount, is experiencing some political strife. As a result, some dissidents have sought shelter in Riverkeep (this will be important later). It is in a fairly temperate region with hot summers and cold winters. The harem dwellers are kept in plush conditions, and are given plenty of jewelry and other finery to wear. In the summer, they're encouraged to wear little else. Normally, they get five pee/poop breaks a day, called toilet passes or potty passes, that they can use whenever they want, with these breaks resetting daily at midnight (they can plead for more if they're really desperate, but may be refused). Unlimited breaks are given only in the case of illness or significant injury. The toilets themselves are mostly variations on the chamber pot, although other options will be used. Main characters include: King Garnet Mid thirties. Considered rather handsome. His skin is tan and smooth, and his body is toned from athletic training and a good diet, with a bit of pudge on the belly, but not very much. His hair is dark and curly, and shines brown in the sun. His eyes are dark and, in the right light, his eyes look almost wine-red. Fond of women with MILFy builds, and skinny twinks and femboys. Considered a capable leader due to his care for domestic issues Charismatic, wise, intelligent, all that that makes a good leader Average bladder, but good at making it seem bigger than it is by managing his fluid intake. Maximum hold time is between eleven to thirteen hours. Will not urinate outside of his private pot unless there are quite literally no other options other than clothing. Dislikes even doing it in front of Cordelia. Queen Cordelia: Late twenties. Curvy build, with large hips, a round butt, and breasts around the side of a large orange or smaller grapefruit. Fairer skin than her husband. Brown eyes that have been described as honey-colored or amber. Her hair is long, wavy, blue-black, and well cared for. She has shapely, plush lips and is fond of lipstick. Not a lot of body hair, but the carpet matches the drapes, and is thick. Several harem members attempted to shave it all off one time and it took the better part of an hour before it was all gone. Empathetic and a little daft Big bladder. Max holding time around eighteen hours. Will urinate in front of those who desire to see it, but never where anyone else could see her--no public latrines, alleyways, or bushes. If she's travelling, she has to have a servant bring her chamber pot and set up a special tent. Even then, she doesn't like it. Flint: Male harem member. Late twenties. Smooth tan skin, with some pink scarring, mostly on his back. Dark brown, straight hair just past his shoulders. Gray eyes. Strong build, hint of abs. This next point mentions violence, so it's under a read more. It's backstory. Is subservient to Cordelia and almost excessively chivalrous to her Intelligent, appreciates that Garnet is the same. Has some trauma from his ejection from Helmsmount. The best remedy is either "quality time" (wink wink) with Cordelia or a nice long talk with Jim. Average cock, a bit long and thin. Pubes soft and fine. Slight happy trail. Average bladder. Maximum hold time is around twelve hours. Will urinate in public, but would rather use a toilet if one is available. Jim: Male harem member. Late thirties. Pale skin. Dirty blond hair that's a bit shaggy. Has a beard of the same color. Plenty of body hair to match, especially on his chest, abdomen and around his genitals. Prominent happy trail and thigh hair. Speaking of genitals, his are very large, both in length and girth. You can see it through his pants sometimes. It's also a nice-looking cock, with a good color and shape. Solid build, with a slight dad bod and strong arms. Fatherly disposition, took Flint under his arm because he thought "the lad looked lost" Very large bladder. Maximum hold time around twenty-four hours. He managed that only once, and with extensive leaking. Genuinely enjoys peeing, too. Has little shame about public urination--"we all gotta go." Rosemarie: Female harem member. Early twenties. Slender build, not much muscle, not much fat. Redheaded, but no freckles. Green eyes. Hair is a bit above shoulders. Smaller breasts--maybe the size of a lemon. Very, very attracted to Cordelia Hotheaded disposition. Irritates easily. Can be needy. Very subservient to Cordelia. Prefers to watch others pee, especially Cordelia. Will drink pee. Pubes are soft and fine, with no happy trail or thigh fuzz. Small bladder. Maximum hold time around six hours. Usually needs a pee at night. Frequently has to pee in a bucket or in the harem-members' exercise yard due to running out of potty passes. Due to this, has no shame in peeing in front of others. Background characters will be present. This may be edited later. First story post! This one's very x rated lol As soon as Garnet entered, the lovers swarmed around him. One lover took his crown and laid it carefully aside. Another unbuttoned his tunic and helped him out of it. Yet a third took his pants and shoes. A fourth gently pulled his undergarments from him, leaving him bare. A red silk robe was drawn about his shoulders, and he was led to a large round mattress dressed in velvet, where he lay down, sighing heavily at the lack of weight. He let his eyes close for a moment. A kiss was placed on his nose. “Would you like to be taken to your bed, your majesty?” He sighed. “No… no. I am merely a bit drained. Where is Cordelia?” The girl, slim and bare-breasted with piercings of ruby in each nipple, bit her soft lip. He recognized her as Lila, a new-ish addition. “... I know not. Would you like me to summon her?” Garnet sighed. “Yes. After that, come right back… I think I would like to play with those piercings you have.” She giggled. She sent for a servant, then came back, sitting next to him and baring her large chest. He carefully turned the piercings around within her soft pink nipples, marvelling at how they caught the light. She squeaked and squealed as he manipulated her soft buds. “... I think I will make someone breed you,” he murmured. “I think I would like to see those pretty breasts of yours full of milk.” She flushed. “Why… thank you, my lord.” Another presence approached the bed. Garnet looked up. “Cordelia. How nice to see you. Come, sit with me.” He sent Lila away with a wave of his hand. Cordelia sat, carefully. “You wanted to speak to me?” “I wanted to be with you,” Garnet sighed. “Has this day not been stressful? I thought we could perhaps have some time together.” “I… well…” She swallowed. “I… yes, I do love spending time with you.” He held his arms out. “Come to me.” She lay back into his arms, then squeaked and flinched hard, clenching her thighs. “What is wrong?” “I… I have been… I have not had the chance to pass urine all day…” She whimpered. “... I need to go so badly… I have been holding it since this morning. My lady parts are throbbing so badly. Please, I would do anything for a chamber pot!” She writhed, humping his leg. “I want you here,” Garnet replied, stroking her hair. “‘Tis not the same if it isn’t you. Can you hold it in?” One of the lovers, a girl named Rosemarie, laid a hand on Cordelia’s hip. “Allow me to assist, my lady.” “What do you mean?” Rosemarie stroked Cordelia’s hip tenderly. “It would be an honor, my lady, if you used my mouth to relieve yourself.” Cordelia initially looked like she wanted to refuse, then another wave of desperation struck. She gripped her lady-parts and writhed hard. “... Be quick! I do not know how much longer I can last!” Rosemarie gently guided Cordelia onto her back, spreading her legs and opening her robe. Rosemarie’s breath carded softly through Cordelia’s thick muff. Cordelia felt her pee hole quiver. Warm lips settled on her core, around her pee hole, and suckled tight. She moaned. “Now,” Garnet said. “Let go.” Cordelia focused. A strong tingling sensation jetted up into her abdomen as the pressure released. Her warm stream trickled over Rosemarie’s tongue. “Ooooh…” Rosemarie hummed. Her tongue laved against Cordelia’s core. The tingling in Cordelia’s lady parts burst into an incredible pleasure. Her clit throbbed. Her thighs quivered, opening wide and then wider. Rosemarie pushed her tongue against Cordelia’s clit just as her pee-stream hit its peak. The pee teased against her from the back, and Rosemarie’s tongue from the front, and between the two, the pleasure made her see stars. Just then, Garnet pinched both of her soft pink nipples, and that was her undoing. She came with a moan that resonated around the wooden paneled walls and off the velvet furnishings. When she came to, Rosemarie was gently wiping her lady-parts clean with a warm wet rag, and Garnet was sitting above her, smiling. She pouted, giving Garnet a wifely Look. Garnet just laughed. “Love you, Lia.” She grumbled. “Love you too.”