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Dora had the largest room in the house. At 24 by 12 feet squared, there was a lot of floor for the young lady and even with all that space, Dora kept a smaller bed so she had more room for her tables and counters that she used for experiments. There were two large work tables in the center of the room.

Ever since being drawn into the supernatural world, Dora had been conducting experiments every single day! The world of magic was a world she wanted to explore and investigate. It was a world she wanted to understand and pick apart the strings that held it together.

Her experiment today, though, was a different variety. Decreed from the house elder Milrew, she was supposed to purposefully defecate and urinate into her pants. It was a strange goal, but one she had to do.

She sat down on the chair at her reading desk. The young lady was dressed in one of her bluish-purple jumpsuits, a good choice of clothing to get dirty-- although today's method was not blotches of slime or strange oils, but Dora own bodily wastes!

"This will be easy," said Dora, "Potty-training is a social concept!"

Then she let go. But she couldn't. She tried to let her bladder go into her pants but her instincts wouldn't let her.

It wouldn't be that easy, it had seemed. Dora was always tempted to go in her pants though whenever she spent long hours doing experiments. Spending hours looking at print-outs and scans was too engaging to be dragged away by a bathroom break. Shamefully, Dora always gave in to societal demands and got up to head to the toilet.

But now she didn't have to!

She sat down at her work station and looked over the piece of drywall she cut out of the basement. It was a wall that was materialized when Milrew had a friend over who magically changed the layout of the house-- moving walls, changing the floor, and even carving out new rooms out of the earth around the house. Matter appeared and disappeared from existence. It was unthinkable to the old Dora that didn't know that magic existed, but the new Dora understood there were special physical laws in the universe.

Dora took the drywall and gazed at it for a moment. She had to know what its physical properties were. Was magically created matter different from regular stuff? Was it a perfect substance?

She got busy cutting off bits of it, putting the bits through an acidic substance to measure chemical properties, and seeing the reaction. It would occupy her time and serve as a decent distraction.

While her hands were busy cutting off samples of the dry wall and putting it through tests, she thought about her life since meeting Milrew. She had encountered amazing things she assumed were impossible: she discovered magic! She had met many strange creatures, including many that were frightening.

She hadn't soiled herself since she was a child before meeting Milrew, then there was that fight with the demon at the park and she got so scared that her bladder let go. The 19 year old urinated into her pants, which was embarrassing but also fascinating. She wasn't aware that someone could be scared into doing that, and learned a valuable lesson that day-- very personally.

Could she get so into doing experiments that she could let her bowels free? She didn't know. In between passing around vials and stirring in contents, she took large gulps of water from her nearby bottle. That would have made it easier for her to tinkle in her pants, but defecation was still an issue.

Before she got involved with Milrew, the last time Dora had soiled herself was when she was eleven and couldn't stop watching a non-stop monster movie fest. Dora remembered it like it was yesterday. She had chugged a bottle of Mountain Dew and really had to go but those commercial breaks took too long to come so the young lady ended up peeing in her pants and all over the floor!

Distraction was the key, Dora assumed.

So she got busy. Analyzing the atomic makeup of the drywall and recording notes on her notepad.

As she waved through busywork, though, her mind wandered. She thought about the nature of potty-training. From an early age, children were conditioned to hold in their bladders and bowels and not relieve themselves freely, so different from all the other animals on the planet. There were places to relieve oneself and doing so casually was looked down upon... especially if it was into one's pants!

Dora tried to remember... when was she potty-trained? She thought it was at two years old but she couldn't remember. She had a lot accidents, though. There was a lot of getting to the bathroom too late. So much pressure for a child to make it to the toilet!

And now where was she? Unable to urinate into her pants because her instincts won't allow her that embarrassment. A slave to social norms!

"I am a primate!" said Dora, "And primates can pee where they want!"

She tried again to force it out but the force of wanting to release was not as strong as her deeply trained response of holding it. She relaxed and sighed.

Dora thought about when she was young and having trouble making it to the bathroom. She had a faded memory of peeing herself in the supermarket when she was young-- maybe four. Potty-training was still hard back then. Dora, in that moment, needed that energy and lack of experience to help her.

Dora didn't know much about how she was potty-trained. That vintage was too far back in her life to remember. Her parents never talked about it.

What if she was never taught potty-training? How would her journey into kindergarten change? Would she have had to wear diapers? If she continued to be un-potty-trained, would she have had to go into grades with diapers? And then junior high, all without knowing how to hold it.

What if she went into high school without knowing how to use the toilet? It would have made losing her virginity more awkward. Would Dalton have accepted her if she was still in diapers? Dora knew what common social conventions were like-- he likely wouldn't have.

Dora thought of birds. Birds were incontinent. They couldn't hold in their poo! If society evolved from birds, would everyone have been crapping themselves all the time? It was something that Dora thought about.

She put the piece of magic drywall in an electromagnetic scanner. There wasn't anything special about the drywall from that analysis. It was almost identical to regular drywall except the mineral center had no air pockets. It was perfectly pressed.

Dora didn't know what she wanted to discover out of the drywall, but she loved analyzing all things that the magical world brought to her. If Dora had it her way, she would have been analyzing the magical [i]people[/i] that she knew but no one was willing to entertain the curiosity of a dorky human girl. Milrew rejected Dora's desire to analyze him directly-- Dora wanting to see how Milrew's powers worked-- so the curious young woman had to stick to arbitrary objects and flotsam to examine the differences between natural and unnatural substances.

She stopped and leaned back in her chair. What was all out there, in the world? With magic, anything was possible, it seemed. Dora could have guessed that there was a giant invisible frog on the moon and it could have been possible. It was daunting to think about! Just thinking about the terrifying implications of all she had gotten to know made Dora's loins weaken.

Maybe that was the key, she guessed. She could think about terrifying things and her body would loosen up and she would be able to pee her pants! She thought about the coming cataclysm that Milrew warned everyone about and felt chills go up her spine. God, it was pretty upsetting to think about that, Dora noted.

Dora felt her bladder wanting to empty but her control was still holding it back. She stopped for now and relaxed, concentrating on her work.

Time passed. Dora kept drinking fluids. It got to the point where she felt the urge to urinate.

Could this be it? she thought, Am I going to pee my pants?

Her thoughts went back to birds. To be incontinent like a bird, what would it be like? To have your bowels escape you, what would the experience be? Dora wondered.

If she was incontinent, she thought, she would have grown up to not feel embarrassed about it. Even if she suddenly developed the ability to hold it, if she didn't she wouldn't feel bad. That's the headspace she wanted to put herself in-- a bird that had potential to be continent but wasn't.

No control, no control, the words rang through her mind as she relaxed, took her hands off of the desk and dropped them at her sides. It felt like it was time.

She tried to let herself pee but there was something stopping her-- it was her trained instincts again. She needed more motivation so her thoughts went back to the terrors of the world. She thought about all the scares she had encountered and the incoming cataclysm. It was all so daunting.

She could feel her body enter a panic at the sight of a giant monster. She had never seen one but she could imagine what it would look like, how it would loom in the horizon and block out the sun. It would stare at Dora with glowing red eyes and staring into the face of a big behemoth? Dora's bowel control would go to zero. It didn't make logical sense but she knew how her body would react. Who could care about continence when a giant monster was about to tear you apart?

What if she was a bird? She imagined herself as a peacock, a zooman peacock. She would be as continent as a bag with a bunch of holes in it.

That was the state she needed to be in.

Her vagina had enough. A forceful spray of urine burst out of her slit. Her cotton panties were washed in her urine. The wet stain splashed on the front and rode down between her legs and on her butt. The pee leaked through the cloth and took to her pants, wetting them as well.

Dora had a moment of tension in which she reactively wanted to stop her bladder and cease urinating, but cleared her mind as best she could. As the wetness expanded over her body, it pleased her to feel a puddle of wet expand underneath her thighs and ass and the tinkling tickled the bottom of her taut legs.

I'm a bird, she thought. I'm an incontinent bird!

There was no holding back. Her evacuation went into full release mode. The urine escaped her with a sharp [b]*HSSSSSSSS!*[/b] and the wet broke through her pants and flowed out onto her seat, drenched the cushion of her office chair. The streams of wetness went down her legs and to her knees, a puddle forming on her seat and pooling over the edge.

[b]*DRIP DRIP DRIP*[/b]

It was her piss on the floor. She blushed with embarrassment but she was also proud. Potty-training was not her best friend anymore! She relaxed her back and slumped in her chair as her bladder unleashed, strands of pee going down the bottoms of her legs.

She was comfortable with it, and she envisioned the face of the behemoth once again.

[b]*pffft*[/b]

Her sphincter opened. Was it happening? She closed her eyes and let it happen. [b]*PpPpP-krk-krk!*[/b] She was defecating. Defecating into her wet underwear. She shifted in her seat to give the log more room. She leaned forward and pushed the matter out of her.

[b]*FLOOOORRRRP!* *FRRRPT!* *fffRRRRPT!*[/b]

It was happening. The log pushed out into her panties and it bundled up around the top of her ass, sticking to her cheeks. The warm mush pushed out a bulge in her panties. It slid out with such enthusiasm, bundling up like a snake curling up to sleep.

[b]*ffrrtt!* *pyooooOOT!*[/b]

Her bowels pushed out the last of her solid waste. She had warm apple pie in her underwear and it soothed her. The smell wasn't anything like apple pie but it was pleasant to the weird little lady.

Dora looked down at what she had done. The adult woman had gone in her pants, fully. Her panties were wet and as she got up, the crap in her underwear weighed down.

"I did it!" said Dora. "I went in my pants!"

She would have to show others. Turning off her equipment with drips falling off her pants to the floor. She went to the door and left her room.

There was an awkwardness in the main living space. A few people were hanging around, at the food table and in the corner where the bookshelf was. Darryl, Sharon, and Hank were on the couches. Darryl and Hank had fainted wet stains on their pants and odors reeked up behind them. They were getting close to changing time.

Dora walked out and everyone saw that she had pissed her pants. There were a few snickers, but most restrained themselves. After Tina, Darryl and Hank, Dora was the fourth person to successfully soil her pants. The housemates were getting used to the sight of a grown adult looking like they possessed the potty-training of a two year-old.

Milrew was there, the shortstack wolverine. His pants were still clean and he looked very content.

Dora posed in front of Milrew. "How's this?"

Milrew looked at her pants and got a whiff of her load behind her. There was a faint smell of terror but not enough to disqualify the messing. He grinned and nodded. "That'll do. Now wait half an hour and you'll be finished."

Dora smiled. She looked over at Darryl, Sharon, and Hank on the couches. Dora walked over, wanting to show off to everybody! Standing in front of the trio, she posed again for them to see. The others weren't as amused, but found it cute in how proud Dora was. Two of them had peed their pants but they were not as proud as Dora.

"Did you do both?" asked Sharon.

Hank wafted at his nose. The girl had an odor about her. "Yep. She's went number two!"

"Mind if I sit down?" asked Dora.

No one said no. Dora went and sat herself down beside Sharon, not blinking at the feeling of poop spreading all over her cheeks when she pressed her body down on a seat. Dora was unfazed by the disgusting smush.

Sharon looked at her roommate. It was different seeing a [i]female[/i] who had purposely went in her pants. It didn't seem so weird. It looked... peaceful.

Darryl got a whiff of Dora's bowel movement. He chuckled. "Wow, Dora. You really shit yourself!"

Dora chuckled. "And you haven't?" She smelled in Darryl's direction. His aroma wasn't as thick but Dora found it pleasant.

Darryl wiggled around in his seat. "You got me there."

Dora sat down and the four of them looked at each other.

Hank quipped. "We look like we all hit the bong too hard and are paying the price."

Sharon smirked. "What do you mean?"

"When you get high," said Hank, "you pee your pants."

"Really?" said Sharon. "I've gotten high and I didn't pee myself."

Hank snickered. "Maybe you were just so high you forgot doing it."

Dora had very little personal experiences to draw from when she talked with others about hanging out and doing normal young people things. Her mind drifted as she contemplated her wet pants. It felt sticky, but it reminded her of going swimming and wearing a bathing suit. The warmth of the urine and seeing the others with peed pants felt like they all just got back from the pool.

The girl's eyes wandered. She looked at Darryl and Hank's wet spots. They weren't as big as hers it seemed. That's when Dora noticed that Hank had a bump in his pants. It was his penis-- Dora knew it from the shape. Guys did not usually hang out with their penises erect, even semi-erect. She found it unusual. In all the times Dora had felt arousal in public, she had never had to deal with any shape taking form on her pants.

"I'm sure I didn't pee myself when I got high," said Sharon. "[i]Mostly[/i] sure."

Sharon looked out at the room. There wasn't anyone else that had pissed themselves. The few other roommates that passed through the main living space-- they were dry as a bone. The girl in the corner reading a book was dry, or looked like it. Maybe she could have shit her pants, but Sharon didn't know. Eustice was called there to help out around the house. She was over in the kitchen preparing sandwiches-- judging by her size and the fact that she was a [i]bear[/i], if she had soiled herself it would have been very obvious to [i]everybody[/i].

Sharon looked at her fellow seaters, chilling out in the row of couches along the wall. Hank had peed pants, Sharon's boyfriend Darryl had peed pants, and now Dora had peed pants. Out of all of them, Dora seemed the least affected by urinating on herself. Tina... where did Tina go?

Sharon relaxed herself, settling her arms at her side and staring into space. Was setting her arms down a bad idea? When she would pee, the pee would get on her hands. Ugh, she would be pissing herself so she would be covered in piss anyway. Sharon moved her hands to her lap and stared into space. She tried to relax, and let things flow.

No. Nothing happened. Her sphincter relaxed a little but she was no able to poop. Her bladder didn't want to let go either.

"I didn't know that birds couldn't hold it," said Hank.

"How could you?" said Darryl. "Most animals don't give a shit about choosing appropriate places to... well... [i]shit[/i]. It's just cats and dogs."

Hank looked over at the panda zooman at the counter. He turned back to the others and lowered his voice. "Does that mean that the zoomans we've seen-- do bird zooman's always piss themselves?"

"I don't think so," said Darryl, smirking.

"We should should do [i]tests[/i]," said Dora.

"I don't think we need to do tests," said Darryl. "We could ask." Darryl looked up and waved at the panda lady. "Hey, Eustice!"

The panda lady looked up and a pleasant smile took her broad maw. "What is it dear?"

"Do zooman birds..." he rephrased, "Are bird zoomans able to hold it?"

Eustice didn't like holding a conversation across the room. She walked over, big bare [i]bear[/i] feet stepping on the tiles and carpets with such wide berth. The sides of her feet smooshing down on the ground and clicked the tile with their claws. She walked up to and stood in front of them, taking a finger to her chin. "I don't know how much I am supposed to tell you about the magic world. Milrew put down restrictions."

"Come on," said Hank. "We just want to know if bird zoomans pee themselves."

"Of course they do!" said Eustice. "Zoomans of all kinds do that. Some people do it for fun, others do it because they had such a terrible scare!"

"Can they hold it, though?" asked Hank.

Eustice nodded. "Yes. They can hold it."

Sharon still had trouble getting used to seeing talking animals like Milrew. She could handle Milrew but Eustice's large size was intimidating and Sharon felt a shake in her loins. She was a little intimidated and her body was prepared to release itself.

She took advantage of it. Staring into the teeth of the big panda lady, Sharon let go. Her drizzle was small at first but after a few seconds of dripping into her panties, her flow exploded. She was peeing her pants, the urine splashing around the crotch of her jeans and then flowing outward-- soaking into the seat and flowing down her pant legs.

It took the others a few seconds to notice Sharon's crotch getting wet. Hank snickered and Darryl rubbed his neck nervously, embarrassed for his girlfriend. Sharon stared into space and wetness rode down her legs.

"Oh!" said Eustice, "It seems we have another one!"

Sharon didn't want to lose that momentum. She took her gaze down to Dora's pants. A girl who peed her pants. It made it seem normal and that made it easier for Sharon to release. While Sharon's stream of peeing continued, she relaxed her bowels and concentrated on pooping. She need to poop. It was something she had done thousands of times. She imagined herself on the toilet, pants down.

There was a crackle and [b]*frrrrt*[/b] and Sharon's sphincter opened like a pit into Hell. She leaned forward a bit and felt the urge to bite her lip. She felt like at any moment she could clench her sphincter and the inertia she had from taking a piss would be gone so she stopped herself from doing anything but take a dump and if biting her lip helped her feel comfortable, she did it.

Her bowels released slowly. She had a moment to appreciate how wet her pants were. They were wet on the back of the legs, going down to her shoes.

The others remained silent while Sharon evacuated herself. The slimy bit of crap hit into her panties and rested there. She could feel the poop bundle in the base of her underwear and rub up against her cheeks. She had did it. She had shit her pants.

Come on, Sharon thought to herself, do it all.

She could have stopped and it would have counted for Milrew's pants-crapping assignment, but Sharon kept going, letting all of her bowels evactuate. Another log ejected into her panties, shoving the first log aside.

Dora watched onward as Sharon shit her pants. Dora was fascinated at Sharon's expression-- Sharon looked both at peace and in a moment of intensity.

Eustice watched quietly, knowing that it was best to let the children relieve themselves without provocation.

Sharon squelched and chapped and she pushed out the last log and gasped. She had done it. She had messed herself. She went in her pants.

It was embarrassing but she didn't blush until she got applause from Darryl and Hank. It seemed glib.

"Where's Milrew?" asked Sharon. "I got to show him."

"Don't worry," said Eustice. "I'll tell him you did it. All you have to do is wait a few minutes until you get changed."

Eustice went back to the kitchen and Darryl moved over to sit beside his girlfriend. The edge of Darryl's pants sunk into Sharon's puddle, but he didn't mind.

Darryl took Sharon's arms, looking down at her pissed crotch. "What happened here, sweetums?"

Sharon giggled, smiling wide. "I... had a bit of an accident."

"Is that so?" asked Darryl. "Any special reason?" He took his arm around her and tugged her close.

"I guess I'm incontinent," said Sharon. "Better take my dating profile down. No one's going to want"-- she pinched her pants and raised up a soaked patch of a leg-- "any woman like [i]this[/i]."

Darryl and Sharon held each other, so happy they were able to share serious pants-crapping good times!

The four of them chatted for awhile but once it was time for Sharon to get changed, she wanted to get changed. There was no waiting around any longer than she had to. Darryl was up for getting a clean pair of pants, too, so the Darryl and Sharon went to their bedrooms to get some fresh duds then went to one of the change rooms off the side of the main living space.

It was an empty room-- as in it didn't have any automated assistants like the main changing room. No, that was a changing room that was self-service. It was a sterile room that smelled of cleaning product. There was a sink and a counter. The counter had a box of wet wipes and paper towels. There was a garbage can and a chute of which Darryl wasn't sure where it went. There was a gentle hum in the room of no clear origin.

Darryl and Sharon, hand in hand, walked up to the padded table. They looked at each other.

"Did you want to go first?" asked Sharon.

"I have been waiting longer," said Darryl.

Sharon let Darryl get to the table and Darryl looked around. Did he even need to use the table? They could change standing up. There wasn't going to be an easy way to do it so he bit the bullet and got undressing. Footwear came off first and then leg wear, the boy's wet pants rubbing on the side of his legs as he took them off. He was careful to keep all the crap inside his underwear and lowered the pair of briefs down slowly, cradling it like a baby. He quickly checked to see that his butt cheeks were too poopy and since it looked like they weren't, he walked over to the chute. Sharon opened it and Darryl tossed the underwear into the chute and said bye-bye to his poopy underwear!

Darryl looked at himself. His decently sized cock slumbered. He looked up. "Did you want to clean me?"

"Of course," said Sharon.

"Ok," said Darryl. "Could you wipe me?" He turned his butt to Sharon.

She couldn't wipe him like that. She walked over to the counter and got the box of wet wipes and the paper towels, setting the towels down on the table for the moment. Stroking down Darryl's butt, Sharon didn't worry about bits of poo falling down. They knew they would have to clean up afterwards anyway.

Darryl idly looked around the near-featureless room while his girlfriend cleaned his ass and wondered how weird his life had gotten.

"Look at us," said Darryl. "We totally messed ourselves like goddamn baboons."

Sharon smiled. "I wouldn't say baboon. I think I shit myself like an orangutan."

Darryl chuckled.

"Need me to wipe your front, too?" asked Sharon.

Darryl shook his head. "No, I can do that."

Sharon slouched. "Awwww..."

Darryl chuckled. "Well, if you want."

Sharon got another wet wipe and stroked down around Darryl's thighs. No, that wouldn't be good enough. She wiped down Darryl's legs, to the floor pretty much. He pissed himself and piss traveled a long ways, as Sharon could tell from her own pants. God, she really pissed herself. Streams all the way down to the cuff.

Sharon started at Darryl's feet and went up, cleaning up everything around her boyfriend's stalks. Once she got up to his sac, she was more careful. She wiped his sac and was pleased to see the boy's cock get a little harder by the touch. She went around to his front and wiped around his waist, saving his member for last.

She could feel the dick get hard in her hand as she wiped. That was the last of the cleaning for Darryl though. Darryl picked up a paper towels and wiped up the residue.

"Now it's your turn," said Darryl.

After kicking off her shoes, Sharon unbuckled her belt and dropped her pants. They hit the ground like the wet rags they were. Garbage. Like Darryl she was careful when she took off her panties, but the panties didn't have enough space for the crap she had to lay out so a pinch of a log did escape the fabric and drop to the floor with a SPLAT. Disgusting but luckily none of it got on Sharon's body. A lot of cleaning up would be needed.

Sharon carted the panties to the chute and tossed them in. It was time for a wipe down but this time it was Darryl wielding the wipes. He went up to Sharon by the chute and got wiping her butt. Maybe it was how recently she had crapped herself but the mush was looser and a lot more fell to the ground as Darryl cleared his girlfriend's cheeks from her accident.

Butt clean, Darryl got another sheet of cleaning wipe and went up and down Sharon's legs. His girlfriend had great legs and as he got back up to Sharon's body, he put his hand on Sharon's cheeks. His girlfriend had such a nice. It wasn't as big as he wanted-- or at least he thought.

Sharon giggled. "Come on. You haven't wiped me completely yet!"

Darryl kissed his girlfriend's neck. "You're clean enough."

His dick was getting hard, hanging out between Sharon's thighs-- only an inch away from her pussy. She leaned against the wall, the chute beside her.

Normal people wouldn't purposely soil themselves and get horny in the changing room where bits of their waste still lingered in the room.

But Darryl and Sharon, in the time they were involved in the supernatural world, had become very abnormal.

Sharon leaned forward so that Darryl could get his cock inside her. Darryl took her sides and stuck his cock inside, humping into the pussy and his waist plapping on Sharon's wonderful ass.

They grunted, almost in unison. They could finish cleaning up later. Sex had to happen.

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