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Heavy Duty: Laxative ChallengePart 1It was a bright summer midday, that should be spent outside. A tall and handsome gray and brown coloured rabbit crossed the street, carrying a briefcase with "Heavy Duty Magazines" written on it. An evil smile was shining on his face, suggesting he had something in mind to spice up the day. He entered a tall building, that represented one of the most popular magazines out there. The brown fur male waved hands at coworkers in the hallway who replied "Hey Ometochtli, how you doin'!" then reached for the elevator. Once the doors opened for his stage, he got to his cubicle in the office, next to his friend T-K, a small turtle with a goatee, who was once again happy to see him. After a handshake, Ometochtli's evil smile rose again as he put his briefcase on the table.- I got mine, have you brought yours?- Yep- Still up for it?- More than ever!T-K got out a bottle of cloudy apple juice out of his backpack that was lying under his desk. His friend replied"Laxative challenge, it's about time we have one. You've been telling me for awhile you love your apple stuff, now let me introduce you to my arsenal."He opened his briefcase to remove a little 100ml glass bottle of clear liquid from it.- I brought a bottle of my most potent laxative. I have code named it "Mudslide".- Well, this bottle is rather small!- Small bottle, big effects.- Okay then, but what is it made of?- From extracts from a couple different fruits and vegetables that have natural laxative properties, combined with fiber supplements meant to increase bulk and mass, and a touch of epsom salts.- Okay, seems interesting! So you try my stuff and I try yours?- Yep, Let's do it!- Point of no return.- So, here are again the rules we set earlier. The first one to mess his pants loses and cleans everything up as soon as possible, because remember laxative challenges are now forbidden here, because of their stupid rules. The punishment for the loser is to be locked into diapers for a week AND having to go to his opponent's home to get changed and being given another dose of his laxative.- This is exaggerated don't you think?- I don't give a damn. Let's get this started.- Are your bowels empty? It won't be effective otherwise.- Yep.- Cheers!After a toast, Ometochtli chugged down a full bottle of cloudy apple juice as T-K emptied the content of the tiny bottle. The turtle then set the chronometer on his watch, curious to see in how much time one of them would mess his pants, then put it back into his jeans pocket. The rabbit exhaled as he slammed the empty bottle on the table, then said with a smile on his face:- Tasty, it's been awhile since the last time I saw you mess yourself!- That's not gonna happen, you're gonna loose and clean up your own mess.They then got to work, working on some

articles that were to be lost somewhere in the magazine between the main ones. None of them really wanted to be one of the best writers for Heavy Duty and liked their job that way, as they were doing it for a bit of money. After a long research for a job that enabled him to use his creativity, T-K had found something to pay his music studies. Ometochtli had applied there for his love of the kink. He was also trying to pick up on one of the employees working on the same stage. They still liked their jobs enough to be interested in getting their 15 minutes of fame someday. That's why they signed up for a contest organized by the magazine for a group of employees to make the next front cover of the magazine, the way they wanted. The winners were to be announced soon, probably next day. The thought of having the chance to make that cover page appeared once again in Ometochtli's mind.- Heh, what we do we do if we're chosen?- I dunno, but sure thing this will be awesome.- Full creative control!- Yeah, whatever you want, THE diaper pic you've been waiting for for ages hahaha- I'd like to do a diaper bondage pic, get that cute male otter into a locking diaper and photograph him standing outside a bathroom.T-K's stomach made a small noise, and looking at it, he rubbed it.- I already hear my stomach rumbling, I have this kind of tickling when I'm about to have the runs, love this feeling haha- Yea this acts pretty fast, begin to feel it too- Anyway, let's get back to work. I have quite lot of inspiration now, gonna let it flow!A beeping sound came from the intercom."Hi dear Heavy Duty employees! Due to some changes in our schedule, the photoshoot for the front cover will be done today, so time to announce the winners" T-K turned his head to Ometochtli in surprise. He thought to himself while gently rubbing his stomach "I rarely won something in my life, well, I hope it's gonna continue this way today""So... The winners are... Ometochtli and T-K from the sixth stage! Prepare yourself guys, we're gonna pick you up in a few minutes."Ometochtli facepalmed and punched his desk as people in the office cheered up.- Fuck, that was not supposed to happen, we're gonna screw everything up!- Yea... This laxative challenge is gonna be a nightmare, I don't want us to get caught having one...- How much time do we have left before they send people to pick us up? I guess it would be a good idea to somewhat end this challenge. I think we should go to the bathroom, take pills or something.- It's already too late, here they come.- Let's keep going full throttle, whoever loses can cleanup the mess. We could go to the nursery or change room to finish there, the floors are probably stain proof anyway.A male and female wolf came to them, the woman holding a note pad. They took their names and other basic info then they all went to the elevator

and got to the basement for the photoshoot. Waiting in the elevator, the sound of Ometochtli and T-K's stomachs loudly gurgling pierced the silence, making it uncomfortable for everyone in there. T-K got his watch out of his pocket and looked at it. The laxative became fully effective in barely 15 minutes.Stage -2. The doors opened and they were welcomed by a grey and orange male wolf hyena hybride with yellow hair as the two wolves got back into the elevator. He introduced himself, "Hi, I'm BetoWolf, you can call me Beto, I'm your photographer, I'm in charge of the photoshoot for today. Please follow me." He was wearing jeans with his photo gear attached to his belt and was also wearing a clean diaper, which was apparent, coming out from the top of his jeans. He guided them to the makeup room, his padding crinkeling and told them he was gonna pick them out later. There were only Ometochtli and T-K in the room at the moment, waiting for the makeup girl to arrive. T-K started whispering:- Jeez, your stuff is strong, I already have and strong cramps and I have to shit real bad...- Me too, except no cramps, your stuff gets effective without any warning, I almost shit myself on the way here. And I'll be desperate for a pee soon...T-K's stomach gurgled and he groaned in pain. He stood up and tried to act normal when he heard female footsteps approaching from the corridor. Two makeup girls entered the room and welcomed the contest winners. Ometochtli was ready in a minute, some little cuts here and there in his fur. T-K needed makeup on his turtle skin to look good to the camera. As they were getting prepared for the photoshoot, the pain became more and more intense in their bowels. They tried as they could to speak normally in the discussion the makeup girls had with them. Ometochtli waited in the opposite corner of the room, slowly releasing farts, trying his best not to soil himself. Looking a bit relieved, he sat down, wiggled in his seat and rubbed his stomach and back, waiting for T-K to be ready.  Beto came back 5 minutes later to get to the studio, and a bit disappointed, said:"Fuck, did someone shit his pants? We have plenty of diapers here you know? I'm wearing one now!"And Ometochtli replied with an awkward smile on his rabbit face- Well, hum, junk food... got gas... stuff...- hum... Okay. Whatever, you guys, follow me, time to claim your prize!As they left the makeup room, T-K took his friend's arm to get some space between them and the photographer and then asked him:- Aaaarh dude, I can barely endure it and we're kinda in trouble now, can we just let go some sharts to relieve the pressure, I'm sure no one will see it anyway...- That would mean you're breaking the rules, and you get to be the one locked into diapers.- Aaargh please!- We both knew in what what stuff we got in, too bad there are changes in our plans but now we got to deal with it.

If we change the rules it won't be fun anymore.- Okay...- Now quick, we're gonna lose him.- I can't walk any faster, I have a fucking explosive diarrhea!- And so do I, come on!Arrived in the studio, a group of 5-6 people welcomed them with small applause, cheering and handshakes. Ometochtli was somewhat acting normally but T-K bowel trouble was way more apparent, as he was leaning forward in pain, holding his stomach. It didn't took long since everyone noticed it. Beto was the one to speak up."Seems like someone has an upset stomach hahaha"T-K replied with a bit of a smile, and the guy replied"Ok so for the photoshoot there are multiple types and sizes of diapers on the table, pick the one you want"Trying to gain time in order to get an idea, Ometochtli responded "Well... we won't use diapers""Hum... Okay then." He turned to T-K," Heh if you wish to use the bathroom it's last door at your left"The turtle moaned "It's worthless... It won't help...""Would you like some laxatives then""NO!" Shouted the two friends at the same time. The three guys exchanged a couple of weird looks and then got back to the subject."Ok guys so what are your ideas for the cover?"Ometochtli was unable to think and give an answer as every single ideas he had before flew away. Betowolf invited them to sit down and brainstorm for an original cover, hoping he could get some cool ideas out of their heads. Despite his efforts, there was no place in the rabbit's mind left, only the thought and concentration of holding his diarrhea and acting normal with the painful cramps he was suffering from. At this point, he guessed the staff would have realized something wasn't right with them but he was still playing the game the best he could. T-K's case was even worse. He was leaning forward with the hands on his tummy, not saying anything and barely reacting to the questions. All he focus he had was on his back muscles, sweating, making his underwear moist. At some point the photographer got a bit annoyed and said "Ok guys get up and go take some poses, I guess we'll be a little more lucky with this"The two friends got to the center of the piece and he asked "Ok so what are your kinks and fetishes? You can take poses and illustrate situations, we can get some props or stuff"A little talk with Ometochtli begun, he enjoyed talking about his kinks, slowly getting on the way to find a decent idea. T-K lost track of the conversation in less than a minute, it seemed endless to him and in fact was taking much longer that it should. He was desperate at the point he didn't even cared about losing the contest, he just wanted to sit down on a toilet and unload what have been accumulating in his bowels since he drank the mysterious content of that tiny glass bottle. Unable to wait any longer, he tried to have the attention of his friend. "dude... Dude..." It

seemed like Ometochtli was having a conversation big enough with the guy to make him concentrate on something else than the challenge. The turtle apparently wasn't speaking loud enough to get his attention, so he tried again by pulling his shorts "Ometochtli, please..." His friend finally turned to him "What?" and accidentally hit his belly with his elbow. T-K's face went red and he groaned as he lost control over his bowels and loudly sharted. He crouched and screamed as diarrhea strongly exploded in his pants and filled them up in a few seconds. Everyone was surprised to see this sudden show before their eyes. In no time liquid poop was flowing out of the turtle's jeans and dripping of his back, making a massive opaque brown puddle on the ground and a giant stain covering all his back. A curse word of his native language escaped of his mouth, "câlisse...", as he was uncontrolably relieving himself. His body reaction was so intense that tears fell down his eyes. Everyone was frozen, still eyes wide open, the only sound in the room being the sound of runny poop splatting in T-K's underwear and dripping on the floor over his heavy grunting. Even Ometochtli hadn't expected such a mess. Still uncontrollably shitting his pants with a lot more to come, T-K moved his hands from his bowels to his stomach and moaned "I... Think I'm gonna puke too..." Ometochtli unfroze and reacted, realizing these guys had seen enough. He grabbed his friend's hand and used his strength to lift him to carry him on his arms, still holding his poop inside. Ometochtli ran to the bathroom, T-K's pants leaving a trail of brown drips behind, and pushed the door with his shoulder then placed his friend in a stall with his hands on the bowl and head over it. T-K was used to natural stuff and healthy food, Mudslide was so powerful on his body it resulted in weakness and loss of control. He coughed a bit as his friend was holding his head but he did not vomit after all. T-K said "It's okay, just get on a stall now... by the way, I guess I'll have to end up the chronometer... 42 minutes!" Ometochtli replied with a teasing voice "Well, after all this time, guess whose pants are still clean?" T-K was not amused and punched him right away in the belly with his elbow. The surprised rabbit grunted as he exploded in his pants. He turned back, showing his ruined dripping khaki shorts to his opponent, and got into the other stall on the left, leaning forward with diarrhea running down his legs. The turtle looked at the scene and weakly giggled, then slowly stood up in order to remove his pants and sit on the toilet. Ometochtli forced to stop the liquid poop flow from making more damage, then he took off his belt and pulled down his shorts, revealing a smell that turned him on. He took a look at the mess he accidentally made then sat down, resumed the flow in the toilet then started pleasuring himself. He was the only one enjoying the situation there, as T-K was

too sick and ashamed to even feel something. He wasn't expecting to be whacked like this when he got into this stupid challenge, and he was sorely regretting it.Beto came in the bathroom with two diapers, inserts and water bottles and said "Hey guys you've... been... here... for a long time I brought... holy molly I'm gonna need to call the janitor, are you guys okay?"In the echo of the bathroom and squirts, they both responded "Meh" and Ometochtli added - And don't call the janitor, just bring us cleaning supplies, we're gonna clean up the mess.- Hum, okay, I'll be back in a few minutes.- Tell the group we'll need another 30 minutes or so before the photoshoot- I'll tell them to take a break. but hey, I'm kinda curious, what the hell happened?- Well, huh...- Between us, did you guys had a laxative challenge? don't you mind risking sanctions only for the sake of enjoyment?- was it THAT obvious?- Yea, it actually was rather cute hehe! The way you guys acted, the smell of your dangerous farts, your friend messing his pants in pain with you standing there doing anything else but watching... well, you know? I guess we could pick that as the subject of the cover if you're interested, we haven't done something similar in ages.- heh, maybe- Anyway, I'm gonna let you guys do your business. Sorry for interrupting you while you were fapping by the way.Ometochtli's face went red a bit and remained silent for a few seconds, then got back to it. After a while, he said- We're gonna look good in diapers, won't we?- heh... and what will we do with our pants?- I don't know. I hope this guy can keep the secret, and if we walk around with soiled clothes this will look suspicious. I don't want to get caught for having done a laxative challenge...- Maybe you can text a colleague to pick your briefcase or my backpack so we can hide them in.- I'll text Luticras, I hope he can manage to bring us my briefcase. I hope I have signal though... good! Texting him. Heh, are you done with pooping now?- ...Sort of, but there will be other waves that's for sure. Speaking of that, how long is this supposed to last?- Usually it gives 3 or 4 waves, a couple of hours, but the way you reacted to it, I'd say you're not about to be done...- Fuck... and I have to go to college for music classes this evening, I'm gonna have to deal with this. Jeez having the runs turns me on but having it out of control is freaking me out, and I'm feeling really bad about messing my pants in front of these guys...- You would have ended up messing your pants anyway, so what?- In the office they all know us, they know we do those kind of things, they would have laughed with us... I guess.- Maybe... Okay, Ludicras texted me back, he's gonna do something for us. I'm putting a diaper on and then I'll go wait for him by the elevator doors. You stay there and

clean up the mess when the guy comes back with the cleaning supplies. I'm gonna help you with it when I get my briefcase.Ometochtli slapdashly wiped his butt, flushed the toilet until it was clean and then grabbed a diaper he put on in a matter of seconds. He chugged down a water bottle then weakly waving at his friend, he left the bathroom to get to the elevator. He passed by some guy of the staff who shout with a funny voice "Heeeeey! You're aliiiive!" and the rabbit, not amused, gave him the middle finger as he was reaching the end of the corridor to the elevator. The first person to get out of the elevator was the diapers guy, back with the cleaning supplies. - You gotta have to be quick, I can't pay the staff to do nothing, We'll start the photoshoot in 10 minutes from now, no matter if you're ready or not.- I'll do my best...The photographer disappeared at the corridor's corner and few minutes later, Ludicras was there with his briefcase. He was a handsome brown haired blue scalie with a dragon appearance and a long tail. Ometochtli was pleased to see him helping them and thanked him with a warm hug. Without losing time, he waved goodbye at his colleague and quickly got to the bathroom as the elevator doors closed.Back to the bathroom, he dropped his briefcase on the countertop and helped his diapered friend to clean up the mess the best they could. Once the floor was clean enough, it was time to somewhat wash their clothes. They went to pick up their soiled pants when Beto knocked at the door. "Ok guys, out of time! pick up your stuff and come to us."Ometochtli let out a couple of curse words then put all the clothes in his briefcase. They were finally leaving the bathroom.The staff was waiting to start the project. When they saw the two guys arriving, a lot of smiles and comments made them uncomfortable."you guys gave us quite a show""I haven't seen something hot like this in years""Laxative contest? you naughty little boys""I would love to see the turtle's dirty underwear"T-K whispered to his friend "Jeez, we're surrounded by horny pervs" and none of them really knew how to act in this situation.The photographer approached them and said "All right then guys, as you see everyone here knows about your little "competition", so let's play a little game" and T-K replied "And what if we refuse? can't we just take those damn photos and get the hell out of here?". A mad smile appeared on Beto's face, and he said "You know, that would be sad if the boss knew about your laxative challenge, right?" T-K went angry then Ometochtli put his hand on the turtle's shoulder to calm him down and said "Dude, we're already having an horrible day, let's just listen to him. At this point it doesn't even matter if things get worse". Beto nodded and responded:"Wise choice! If you like to hold diarrhea that much, then you're gonna enjoy this. here are

the rules:Now that you've put your diapers on like big boys, you're gonna show us which one of you really needs them. The first one to soil his diaper looses and has to completely unload in it. He then puts his smelly soiled pants back on, without any underwear. The winner can use the bathroom and can go home with a new pair of jeans and a padded bottom, which will be very useful I presume. Now THIS is gonna be the subject of our photoshoot". The rabbit, annoyed and discouraged, said "Ok then. let's do this". The photographer, happy, shouted to his crew "Ok guys, bring the equipment in the corridor, we're gonna have another show just for us!". The staff set their equipment as the two friends awkwardly waited by the bathroom door, pressure again slowly building in their bowels."Ok then guys, take some poses, I want to see this laxative challenge in action!"They tried their best to find something interesting for the camera eye, but they just weren't able to put their heart into it after this horrible day. Beto went bored in no time."Well... If you can't make decent expressions, we can get you to make real ones. You gotta make us believe in your story or else we'll get you enemas"This sentence whacked them and put them back on track. The photographer got back to taking photos as he started a speech:"Let us see the competition raging between us, the reason why you got this thing started in the first place. Feel again the need for victory. Feel your whole body at war and prove your strength. Look into your opponent's eye and see his defeat"The competition was now back on. T-K's mood drastically changed and he wanted his revenge. He'd be the last man standing. The rabbit was surprised by his friend's attitude as they were staring at each other, fed by Beto's comments, who enjoyed what he was seeing. For a turtle that sometimes seemed so shy, small and weak, seeing that much anger in his eyes was quite intimidating. A wave of clicks later Ometochtli wasn't even able to look at his friend. He began to lose all focus and put his hands on his bowels as cramps re-appeared. He remembered how much he was tired and now wanted this day to end and go home. Exhausted, he said "That's enough, I give up." The photographer told him to turn around to show his diaper to the camera while he fills it, what he did in humiliation. As loud splattering sounds emerged from the diaper, T-K tasted his friend's defeat with an evil smile and then entered the bathroom. His anger instantly disappeared as he ran to his stall, but when he tried to remove his diaper in a swing he lost all control over his bowels. He pulled up his diaper and sat on the toilet as he exploded once again with a noisy wave of runny poop. Although it was very painful for his tailhole, he felt relieved and this time enjoyed the mess he was making. Once empty, he pleasured himself until ecstasy vanished. Looking at the toilet paper roll

that seemed useless, he realized he needed a diaper change. feeling awkward, he got out of the bathroom. His friend was waiting him by the door with his dirty and smelly pants back on, his hands covering his face in shame. He felt better and laughed when he saw T-K with his messy diaper.- Seems like someone needs a diaper change!- I... didn't made it in time...The turtle cleaned himself with wet wipes and got himself a new diaper then went back to his friend.- I guess we're done now.- it's about tiiiiiiime!- Pick up your briefcase, we're going home.Feeling awkward, they shook hands of the staff before leaving the studio, and T-K felt the need to thank these guys, even after what happened. He hasn't won a lot of things in his life, so he was still happy in some way. Ometochtli took his briefcase and placed it on his back as an attempt to hide the enormous stain that ruined his shorts. It didn't worked at all, plus the smell was very noticeable. They took the elevator to pick up the rest of their stuff and felt weird when other people entered and noticed the  obvious smell. "We both shit our pants."They went back to their cubicle and sat on their computer chair, not saying anything, enjoying the comfort of sitting down and finally empty their minds. It almost seemed to them like the time stopped for the few minutes they stood there. Ometochtli was turned on by the fact of sitting on his chair with his dirty pants and smiled. When they stood up, they took their stuff, ready to leave. The rabbit was supposed to continue working, but there was no way he was going to finish his day here so he phoned his superior to tell her. T-K would have gone home too but he had a music course in an hour or so and had all the stuff he needed in his backpack. His stomach was still upset and he knew it wasn't over. They nodded to each other then headed back to the elevator. The rabbit smiled and said to his friend:- Well, you lose our contest. Come to my home tomorrow for the punishment to begin.- Son of a bitch... Okay, I'll be there in the morning. I'm lucky my mom isn't home until sunday.- This is going to be VERY fun week!To be continued