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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”.
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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…”