Chapter I: The Trek to Arcadia

Solveig
Bladder – Empty
Bowels – Needing 2

Lily
Bladder – Needing
Bowels – Needing 2

Hecate
Bladder – Desperate
Bowels – Desperate

Aria
Bladder – Needing 2
Bowels – Empty

“C'mon Sol, just gimmie thirty seconds behind that bush over there, I'll be done
before anyone knows!”

The sun was just starting to set on the horizon on the evening of December 17th,
1964, a warm day for such a month, as Solveig Tveit, Liliana Seuhans-Gagliardi,
Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, and Aria were traveling back to the capital city of
Arcadia after finishing up on an assignment. The day was particularly special for
the region's history, for it would mark the founding of the city exactly 500 years
ago, the city celebrating each Founding Day with a massive festival with food,
drink, dancing, and song. With the city being the nearest stop from where they
completed their assignment, they had all decided to visit and join in on the
festivities, Solveig still remembering the first and only Founding Day she attended
years ago at the Capital, the bright lights and fireworks burned into her memory.

Though the city was just a couple brief miles north, they would be far more brief
if it weren't for-

“Seriously, this coffee is going right through me, I already have to piss like a
racehorse!”

“Look, we both agreed that wouldn't be fair to Hecate and Lily. I have to pee too,
but Hecate and Lily aren't going to do it unless they're bursting, and we don't
want to rub it in their faces. Unless you're literally about to have an accident, I
think we can wait a few miles.”

“I am about to have an accident!”

“...no you're not.”

“Hmph...so I gotta nurse a pita fruit under my waistband cause they're too pee shy?
Great.”

Solveig would have chastised Aria for her callousness, but she had her own issues
to deal with. Solveig was only telling a partial truth to Aria, she didn't have to
pee at all, and in fact she had emptied her bladder earlier this morning while
Lily, Hecate and Aria slept. No, her desperation was an entirely different animal
as she gently pressed a hand to her tummy, which rumbled back at her: she had to
poo, urgently.

Maybe it was the nervousness of the mission they had just accomplished, breaking up
that guild of thieves terrorizing both the Northern and Southern castle towns.
Maybe it was the rations that they had been eating. But Solveig hadn't emptied her
bowels in a good three days or so, and only today were they reminding her of their
fullness. And this, rather than simply her concern for Hecate and Lily's
desperation, drove her willingness to finish her business in a restroom, rather
than outdoors. She had done such things during training, but never in front of her
new comrades and friends, and she didn't want to be the first girl in this party to
cross that threshold. Or at least, she wasn't desperate enough to do so.

As she continued to massage her protesting lower tummy, Solveig looked up at Hecate
and Lily, who were about 40 yards ahead. Though she couldn't be sure, she had a
hunch she wasn't the only one telling a fib about only needing to pee.

Solveig's hunch was, in fact, correct. Though her bladder was slowly becoming a
more pressing issue, Lily's bowels were what worried her, constantly making their
fullness known. She let out a soft gasp as she felt them clench, wishing that by
some sort of divine miracle a restroom would drop out of the sky right in front of
them all, but choosing a prayer more realistic, Lily chose instead to relax a bit,
hoping that there was still some gas she could let out. As she did, Lily sighed as
a silent toot issued between her cheeks, giving her guts a brief reprieve. But she
knew it wouldn't last forever.

“H-how are you holding up, Hecate?”

“Oh I'm just grand, I'm absolutely bloody peachy, Liliana!” Hecate snapped angrily.

Lily shrunk back a few steps in surprise and even a bit of fear, before looking
away without a response, not wanting to irritate her any further. But after ten or
so seconds of awkward silence:

“...I'm sorry Lily, I didn't mean to snap, it's just that...by the Gods I need a
toilet...”

Hecate's cheeks burned as she said this. Even now, with all the time she had spent
with Sol, Aria, and Lily, she always felt a flash of embarrassment when she
admitted such needs. And she wasn't even getting started at the dark secret of the
extent of her needs. Underneath her long, black dress, her bladder bulged against
the waistband of her panties, filled nearly to capacity as she snuck a grab to the
front of her dress, trying to give her muscles any assistance she could to the
rapidly climbing pressure. Meanwhile, her bowels were clenching and kneading almost
rhythmically now, loaded down with what days ago were field rations. Deep in the
crevice of her pale bottom, her pink pucker twitched and winked as she fought to
contain herself, even as her insides continued to coax her with promises of sweet,
wonderful relief if she'd just raise the portcullis on her back gate and just let
it all out. Though as she clenched up and issued her body yet another denial, her
tummy reacted with an angry gurgle, the weight of her rectum's contents dropping
down on her clenched anus like a massive battering ram, jarring a squeak out of her
and forcing her to stop.

“Hecate, are you alri-”

FlrrrRRPT

A blessing and a curse, on one hand the explosion that rang out of Hecate's rear
gave her immediate, yet fleeting relief, and did not foul her panties or leave them
feeling heavier. Nor did her bladder, jarred by the surprise of her release, decide
to leak any of her waters. However, if Solveig or Aria hadn't heard her, than Lily
certainly had.
Beet red, Hecate turned to Lily, who had stopped beside her, feeling her own face
go pink in vicarious embarrassment as she realized that Hecate, Princess of Kardia,
had just farted in her presence. And quite noisily at that.

“F-f-forgive me Lily! I-I didn't mean, it's j-just that-!”

“You...you too?”

Hecate cut her apology short when she heard Lily's much less...involuntary
confession.

“I...I know I said earlier that I just needed to pee, but I need to
do...that...even worse-”

This admission by Lily cut through the overwhelming embarrassment Hecate was
assaulted with, and rather than feeling like curling up into a ball and
disappearing off the face of Gaia, Hecate felt a genuine gratefulness to the
archer.

+10 Bonus Bonding points were gained by Hecate and Lily

“Please Lily, I beg of you, don't let the others know, I-I can't bear anyone else-”

“Don't worry, I'm embarrassed too, I won't tell anyone.”

Though her spirits were lifted, Hecate couldn't deny it now, at least to herself,
she was desperate at both ends. At this point, she might have asked the others to
stop so she could find a spot to pee, but she couldn't bear the thought of all of
them knowing that a Princess of Kardia needed to make what felt like a dragon-sized
pile of leavings behind her where she would squat. Their proximity to the Capital
only strengthened her resolve to simply grin and bear it.

As they paused and redoubled their “defenses”, waiting for Solveig and Aria to
catch up, Lily pondered asking her again, as she did earlier, if she would like to
find a spot off the side of the road where she could relieve herself. Perhaps a
part of her felt like if Hecate agreed, she would find it easier to do the same
herself. However, knowing Hecate's refusal to take such measures in all but the
most drastic circumstances, and knowing she'd be all the more adamant considering
this was the brand of desperation she suffered from, Lily decided against bringing
up this suggestion again. Instead, she offered her reassurances to Hecate.

“Don't worry Hecate, Arcadia isn't too far, we'll make it-”

Though it wasn't the first time Lily said this today, for the first time, she
wasn't too sure she believed her own words...

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Chapter II : At the Gate

Solveig
Bladder – Empty
Bowels – Desperate

Lily
Bladder – Needing 2
Bowels – Needing 2
Hecate
Bladder – Leaking
Bowels – Desperate

Aria
Bladder – Desperate
Bowels – Empty

One hour later...

“Finally!” Aria and Solveig groaned in unison as they approached the gates of
Arcadia. The sun had just finished setting, leaving a beautiful orange glow over
the mountainside as the moon was growing more visible overhead. However, the
scenery was the last thing on each girl's mind as they each fought their own
individual battles.

In the time it took them to reach Arcadia's gates, Solveig had grown quite
desperate, her anus constantly winking back her load as she struggled against the
tremendous weight bearing down on her ring, clenching her buns with each
contraction of her bowels, coming one after another, and each stronger than the
last. She was just glad that soon, a nice seat on a porcelain throne would be her
reward.

On the other end of the spectrum was Aria. She had long since crossed the threshold
of where she would have ventured off into the brush to pop a squat, but only
Solveig's insistence had kept her from going off and relieving herself
unilaterally. As she squirmed, pretzeling her legs, she let out a low grumble of
frustration at her predicament.

Meanwhile, Lily's bladder had caught up with her need to poop, and even though her
less animated nature hinted that her urgency was, overall, less than her friends,
she still was relieved that they'd be reaching a restroom soon.

By any visible measure, Hecate both looked, and was, the worst off of the four.
Hunched over slightly, a hand between her legs and another over her constantly
clenching bottom, she waddled precariously. Several times already, her load had
attempted to force itself into her panties, her muscles weakening and her anus
beginning to dilate very much against her will. Her iron resolve as Kardian royalty
and her desire not to shame herself and her bloodline was the only reason she found
the strength to force her backdoor shut. However, with each urgent contraction in
her lower tummy that forced her to focus all of her concentration on not soiling
her panties, her bladder would take the opportunity to force a dribble or leak out.
Hecate shifted her thighs together, the gusset of her panties clinging wetly to her
quivering lips as she felt a rivulet run down her inner legs. If she had simply had
to pee, she would have run for the nearest tree or bush right now. But
Gods...imagine if Sol, Aria, or Lily had decided to join her, and they saw her
making her dung on the grass, it was unthinkable...

As cold sweat beaded at her forehead, and another rivulet of her urine ran down her
thigh, she was thankful for this long dress...

As they approached the gates, deeper inside the castle walls, they saw fireworks
shooting into the air, and hear music even through the thick walls and massive
timber gates.

“Looks like the celebration is already s-starting.” Lily said, her voice betraying
her growing need. “Do you think the park restrooms will be packed?”

Solveig felt her stomach drop, and not just from the weight in her bowels. Founding
Day was one of the biggest festivities of the year for Arcadia, and the last thing
she needed to deal with now was a queue at the closest restroom the could reach.

“I hope so, b-but it should be fine! How bad could it possibly be?”

Solveig truly hoped that her optimism was founded, as she approached the gate
guards, flashing her badge.

“Solveig, Kriemhild special task force, r-requesting permission to enter the

Capital. And please hurry.”

“Ah, you ladies looking to get in on the festivities too? You're in luck, thing are
just ramping up in there! Just be sure to let the guys at the barracks know it's
their turn to relieve us now.”

Solveig shuddered and clenched her ass as the word “relieve”. She would have rather
listened to any other word at the moment...

As the gates slowly swung upon, the four girls were greeted by an absolute
spectacle. It seemed every single person in Arcadia was out on the street.
Concession stands were up and selling cakes and sweets, citizens were costumed and
dancing merrily to the music that seemed to be pouring from the center of town, and
every other person was drinking, laughing, and in good spirits. Even her memory of
her last Founding Day didn't live up to the expectation of how massive this
festival was.

Pushing through the crowds, Solveig's initial hopes for easy relief grew dimmer and
dimmer, but were utterly crushed, along with the rest of the girls, when they
finally reached the edge of the park, the restrooms within sight.

A massive queue seemed to pour out of the ladies room, and unlike the Gents, the
queue seemed to stay stagnant as they approached.

“How bad can it possibly be?” Aria hissed mockingly, before suddenly storming off.
“Fuck this, I'm about to piss myself, I'll find somewhere else to go.”

“Aria, wait!” Solveig called, but Aria soon disappeared into the crowd

Aria has left the party.

As Solveig turned back towards the others, Lily was still at her side, but Hecate
was already halfway to the restroom queue, her awkward waddle betraying how badly
she needed the toilet at the end of the line.

“S-Sol, what do we do?” Lily asked worriedly as she squirmed on the spot, Solveig
looking in the direction where Aria ran off to, and towards Hecate.

“Aria should be fine, we should join Hecate. The Embassy restrooms will probably be
even worse than this, the park restroom is our best chan-AH!” Solveig was cut off
as the load she was holding descended, her pucker doming out as she fought off each
wave of urgent, painful contractions. As she did though, her bowels nevertheless
forced out a series of low, audible toots from her bottom as every last ounce of
room in her rectum was forcibly appropriated for its more solid contents.

As her face burned, she was about to offer an explanation to Lily, when she felt
her hand taken by her and led to the restroom queue.

“You're not the only one-” Lily stammered. “Lets just hurry!”
Ten minutes have passed.

As the trio waited in line, it indeed appeared that the queue was going nowhere
fast, and they seemed to not be the only ones there who were desperate. In fact,
when the line did inch forward, it wasn't because people were exiting the restroom.
No, in fact the line only seemed to shorten when people simply left the line,
without ever setting foot inside. Some did so out of frustration, grumbling about
the state of Arcadia's public restrooms, but as Solveig watched, some left for much
more dramatic reasons...

...like a young woman letting out a squeal of distress as she buried her hands
under her skirt and ran off, her legs shimmering with her waters in the light of
the moon, the fireworks, and the park's lamps...

...or a curvaceous mother in a skintight, body-hugging harlequin costume who was

squirming frantically in line suddenly hunching over. Her hands on her plump belly,
the seat of her brightly colored and patterned tights starting to tent out, before
she too stepped out of line and beckoning her husband and two young children over.
Solveig caught part of their under-breathed conversation as she waddled past,
trying to act casually, but the children unable to help but giggle at their
mother's curious and, in their eyes, humorous predicament:

“Oh Gods, Halli I-I-I can't wait for this restroom, I'm s-starting to go in my
panties-!” she whispered panickedly to her husband.

“Ssh, just hang on and try and hold the rest Kara! The house isn't too far away,
just act naturally! We'll be there soon!”

“But I can't make it that f-far! N-nnh!”

Solveig watched as the woman paused briefly, hunching over again, the tent in the
rear of her tights suddenly ballooning and crackling out to a much larger bulge,
her husband going wide-eyed and her children giggling harder. Clearly embarrassed,
she waddled quickly towards the cobblestone roads with her husband and children in
tow, the heavy bulge swaying between her shapely butt cheeks continuing to grow
before they were out of sight. If she didn't want to end up like that woman, she
had to do something. Taking a deep breath, fishing out her badge, and clenching up
her bottom as tightly as she could, she turned to Lily.

“Stay here with Hecate. I'm going to see what the holdup at the front of the line
is.”

“O-okay, just please, whatever you're going to do up there, just hurry!”

Hecate just nodded, gritting her teeth as the urgency to empty her bladder and
bowels came in incessant waves. This was it, if something wasn't done soon, her
panties were going to be soaked and filled.

One minute has passed

As Solveig reached the front of the line, she flashed her badge again.

“Alright, w-what seems to be the problem here, his line isn't moving at all!”

Several women immediately, and pleadingly responded.

“Two of the toilets are broken!”

“The third one is being hogged!”

“There's only one toilet for all of us!”

After first calming down the women squirming for their turn, she turned towards the
stalls. She would have given anything to just rush ahead and take one for herself,
even the broken ones, but for now she could only control the situation and speed up
the queue. Trying to use her authority to cut in line at this point could start a
damned riot.

Solveig stepped stiffly towards the stall containing the “toilet hog” and rapped
sharply on the door. As rude as it was, Solveig had run out of patience.

“J-just a minute! I'm a bit constipated!” a woman from inside called.

“Listen here, there are dozens of women out here waiting patiently for their turn,
many of them having accidents while waiting! By the authority of Kriemhild's
security services, either you leave that restroom in sixty seconds, or I will
personally kick that door down and drag you out!”

Solveig regretted being so harsh, but her rant was greeted by cheers and whistles
from the queued women inside the restroom.

When the very embarrassed woman left the restroom, the queue's pace quickly
doubled, but Solveig, wanting to minimize any more accidents, began working her way
down the line, triaging the women she saw as she slowly made her way back towards
Hecate and Lily. If she saw someone looking desperate, she'd move them further up
the line, and if she saw someone starting to lose control, she'd whisk them to the
very front.

Meanwhile, Lily and Hecate watched as, for the first time, the queue began to move
in earnest. Lily's heart leapt with hope, in the time they were in line her need to
poo had increased dramatically, and she constantly had to squeeze and flex her
bottom to keep her load inside.

“H-Hecate! We're moving! We''ll be at the front in no time....Hecate?”

Hecate did not respond, instead quivering where she stood as she brought both hands
back to her butt cheeks, trying to squeeze them shut. Yet despite this, the
powerful wave of pressure knotting her bowels was only weakening her grip, and
horror of horrors, she felt her anus begin to fully dilate. Her face grew hot,
sweat running down her brow as her load began to push past her defenseless cheeks.

“Hecate, just a bit longer, the line is moving!”

“Nnnn....nnngh...!”
Instead of a sharp pain, or a dull, powerful contraction that would subside if she
clenched hard enough, the urge that built up inside Hecate was one that built up to
a tall plateau that didn't seem to taper off, an insurmountable wave that no longer
accepted excuses or denials. No, it would keep building until it got a compromise.

Despite Hecate's best efforts, it was simply too much for her as a foul spear poked
out from exhausted, overworked anus. Groaning as she tried to fight it back, it
only widened her further, stretching the Kardian Princess to her limit, before
making landfall in the seat of her panties. Even then, her body continued to push
rhythmically and involuntarily, inch by inch, feeling her underwear sag with the
weight, before finally heaving the remainder of the log into them. Then, and only
then did the urge finally grant her some mercy.

Hecate stood there, panting, feeling the hot, hard pillar nestled against her rear.
In the back of her mind, she knew, she felt, that there was much more inside her
that needed out. But that was overshadowed by the mortifying realization:

She, Princess Hecate Melaina Kardia, had pooped in her panties.

Lily watched the whole thing. Though her black dress offered a great deal of
concealment, from behind, Lily could see Hecate's dress bulge out slightly from the
rear.

“Hang on Hecate! I'll get Sol!” Lily darted towards the front of the line.

Solveig was midway between the restroom and where she figured Lily and Hecate would
be, whisking another grateful girl to the front of the line when she noticed that
she was starting to wet her pants, when she saw Lily running towards her.

“Sol! You gotta come quick, it's Hecate, she's-”

Lily saw some of the other queued women looking in her direction, and she lowered
her voice appropriately.

“Sol, she's starting to have an accident!”

“Oh no...”

Lily and Solveig made their way back to Hecate, who was right where she was
previously, but at this point on her last legs. Her face was a brilliant shade of
magenta, and the combination of her embarrassment and the fullness of her bladder
was causing her to leak in panicked little spurts into her underwear. Trying her
best to balance holding in her water and her dung, and losing both battles.

“C'mon Hecate, I'll take you to the front of the line, I ca-n-nnnngh!”

Solveig's desperate need to poo, though temporarily preoccupied as she took control
of the situation with the queue, suddenly made their presence known with a
vengeance. The urge came on suddenly and strongly, catching her completely off
guard.

“S-Sol!” Lily gasped as she watched Solveig double over slightly, putting her hands
on her lower tummy, a rumble coming from it loudly enough for all three girls to
hear.

In training, Solveig had heard all manner of vulgarisms from her fellow trainees.
One in particular that she learned, when a trainee was caught short and needed to
unburden their bowels, very accurately described the state that Solveig was in at
the moment.

Solveig was touching cotton. Badly.

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Chapter III: Salvation

Solveig
Bladder – Empty
Bowels – Leaking

Lily
Bladder – Needing 2
Bowels – Desperate
Hecate
Bladder – Leaking
Bowels – Leaking

Solveig remained rooted to the spot, her log halfway inside her, and the other half
wedged between her cheeks and pressing against her panties. She dared not move. She
dared not breathe.

Gods, how did she get herself into this predicament...she could have just
browbeaten Hecate and Lily to go in the bushes outside town earlier. Sure, she
might have hurt their feelings, but at least they wouldn't be stranded in a
glacially-moving queue, slowly soiling themselves as they fought the inevitable.

Her mind raced, could she go to the front of the line now, and flash her badge to
get herself a spot in the queue? No, the ladies she got to the front of the line
would riot if she used her authority in such a way. She thought grimly that maybe
she could get Lily and Hecate to the front, nobody knew they were members of the
security forces as well. Meanwhile she would stay in line and...tried to prolong
what at this point was most likely assured...

They could all look for somewhere to go like Aria did, but with this crowd? There
wasn't an alley or corner that didn't have another Arcadian citizen two feet away.

As her log continued to push her panties away from her butt, Lily stood by
helplessly, getting a feeling that at this rate, she would be next.

However, when all seemed lost...

“Hecate! Lily! Sol!”

Aria came sprinting towards them across the grass, panting softly as she stopped,
shifting and crossing her legs.

“Come with me! I've found a place where the four of us can go!”

“W-what do you mea-ahhnnn-!” another wave of urgent clenching took Solveig's breath
away as she fought to stay in control.

Aria saw the state of all the girls, but homed in on Hecate. Judging by her
appearance, she didn't have to take too many guesses to know what was happening
under her dress.

“Hecate, I know somewhere you can go, but you have to trust me.”

“B-b-buh-” Hecate was on the verge of tears now, her bowels deciding that a taste
of relief was not enough, as her pucker began to widen again.

Hecate looked up at Aria. She always knew her as headstrong, crass, and even
downright insensitive, but she saw a look of earnestness and concern in the
Observers' eyes, something that she rarely saw.

Without much alternative, Hecate nodded, unable to say much else, as Aria took her
hand and slowly escorted her out of the line.

Aria has rejoined the party!

Hecate
Bladder – Leaking
Bowels – Empty
“Lily, can you take Sol?”

“S-sure!” Lily responded, taking Solveig's hand. “Can you walk?”

“If I do...I...I might-” Solveig stammered.

“Well you will anyway if you wait here, so come on!” Lily responded, with a rare
hint of command in her voice.

Despite it all, Solveig felt a glimmer of hope at whatever Aria had planned, and
biting the bullet, willed herself to move.

Inevitably though, her bowels protested as she walked, a twitch of her pucker
causing the log to break off and settle in the seat of her panties. She felt the
weight dragging them down while she walked, as she struggled not to poo them any
more. Reaching a hand behind her skirt and lifting it a bit, she grabbed the
waistband of her underwear, hoping she could make it to wherever Aria was taking
them without her panties ending up around her ankles.

The crowds thinned out as they reached a lightly forested area in the park close
by, where despite the crowds of people meandering not too far away, at least no one
could see them. But when they turned the corner around a thick patch of some bushes
and trees...

Several other women were dropped down and squatting down, relieving themselves.
This didn't seem to faze Aria, as she brought them closer.

“Apparently a few people back at that queue decided this was a better spot, and
honestly I gotta agree. Now c'mon, pop a squat before some creepers walk up on us!”

Solveig, despite the prohibition on public urination or defecation inside the walls
of Arcadia, was no longer in any position to argue. Nor could she judge any of the
strangers before her, none of them looking like drunken revelers, rather just
desperate women who'd needs become too great to wait anymore. She could hardly cite
them, since in a moment she was going to join them...

Walking stiffly towards a tree, where another woman was squatting, she hiked her
skirt up, fumbling with the waistband of her panties before yanking them down, and
dropping into a quick squat at last.

“Ahhhnnnngods....!”

An almost erotic groan of relief exited Solveig's lips as the remainder of her
first log slid out to the grassy ground below, joining the other half that had
rolled out of her panties as she squatted down, and she was soon joined by Lily,
who after overcoming her initial hesitation, squatted down and herself let out a
sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and bowels next to Solveig.

Solveig's leavings were soon joined by a second log, and she was halfway through
pushing out a third when a voice next to her spoke up.

“Oh dear, you too?”

Solveig looked to her right and saw the squatting stranger nearby. It was the curvy
harlequin mom from the queue earlier....Kara, she believe her name was, in the
middle of finishing a poo that, from what Solveig could see, ended up mostly in her
panties and tights before she could get them down. She was panting softly from
either relief or exertion. And her face was pink and dewy, from either exertion, or
more likely, the current state of her bottomwear.

“Hnnh....d-don't be embarrassed sweetie, I started f-hnnkhh-filling my panties in

that dreadful queue too, I couldn't even make it home! If it weren't' for this, I'd
be in an even worse ssshnn-state than I am now-”

“H-hah-t-thank you...” Solveig replied breathlessly. She didn't know what else to
say, too lost in her relief, and pushing out the remainder of her poo, to
contemplate much else. When she looked down, she noticed that, thankfully, her
panties were still quite clean. A small skidmark here and there, but this would be
bearable for now, and was certainly much better than Kara would have to deal
with...

“Are you here for the festival too? If you'd like, you can freshen up at my house.
It's probably less crowded than the inns in town right now.”

Solveig thought for a moment, she did like this idea.

“...y-you know...sure, I...I can take you up on that! What do you think Lily?”

“Mmmhhh...”

Lily, on her left, was lost in her own relief, a significant pile behind her ass as
a hissing stream issued between her thighs to the grass below.

“Just...give her a moment.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the patch of bushes, Aria and Hecate were facing
one another. Hecate's hands were planted firmly on the sides of her bottom,
squeezing for dear life. If she let go, she was certain that the contents of her
bowels would come spilling forth with hopeless abandon.

“Alright, just lift up your dress and-”

“A-Aria-!”

“Seriously?! Look Hecate! I am literally b-bursting at the seams right now, and I
still came back to you when I found this place! If you give me that r-royal froofy
'I'm too good for this' nonsense, I am seriously gonna-!”

“A-Aria! H-help me lift up my d-d-dress! N-now! I-I-I can't-”

Aria blinked for a few seconds as she processed the request.

“...oh! Yeah sure!”

Kneeling down, Aria began to lift Hecate's dress up to thigh level, her eyes
widening when she saw the true extent of her desperation as rivulets of her waters
raced down her thighs. The sight of this only made her own bladder contract
sympathetically, and though she'd only lost a few leaks before now, the sight of
Hecate starting to lose control like this was causing her to squirt in her pants.
Despite this, she steeled herself to follow through.

“O-okay, when I pull up your dress, you yank your panties down and s-s-squat.
Ready?”

Hecate nodded frantically, her whole body ready to give in to her urges with relief
at hand. She was so close, but her bladder's frantic spurts began to merge into one
long hiss, and another log began to push its way between her cheeks, threatening to
overload her panties-
“....NOW!”

Aria yanked up Hecate's dress the remainder of the way, Hecate letting go of her
bottom and grabbing her panties, yanking them down while quickly dropping into a
squat.

Nothing. No fine wine, no fine food, no fine men...no mortal pleasure on Gaia could
match what Hecate felt at that moment, squatting down just as the floodgates opened
and the avalanche began. A dull thud could be felt through the ground as the first
log she lost in the queue hit the grass below, another log spilling forth atop it,
followed almost immediately by a powerful, angry hiss of her water gushing between
her legs.

Aria, meanwhile, losing control of her own bladder, frantically undid her pants and
dropped into a squat next to her, letting out a groaning sigh of relief as she did,
her stream exceeding even Hecates.

“AH-ah-ahhhnn....” Hecate moaned as her wastes continued to pour forth, no longer

caring who saw, who judged, the relief taking her in blissful ecstacy. But, after
what seemed line an eternity, the two finally finished, panting side by side as
they remained squatted. Before them, their urine had flooded the grass with a
shimmer that looked as though a heavy rain had passed recently. Behind Hecate,
there was a pile that, as she saw her leavings and laughed at the absurdness,
perhaps could have been mistaken for a dragon's!

“Hahhhn...you...you came back for for us? E-even though y-you-”

Hecate avoided the rudeness of gesturing or pointing, but she was referring to the
sodden state of Aria's panties, not to mention the significant wet patch between
the legs of her pants. She had not lied, she did go back for the others before
tending to her own needs, even at the expense of her clothes.

“H-heh, l-lets just say I got a conscience when I saw you guys from here~”

Hecate took Aria's hand as the fireworks of the Founding Day celebration exploded
skyward, cheers ripping through the crowds in the street. Though the Observer got
on her nerves to no end...at the moment the Kardian Princess could think of no
better person to trust at her side as she did something as private as what she had
done.

“T-thank you Aria...”