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Ty-Lee Poops Her Pants	By : Poowrite Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General Views: 18121 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Ty-Lee Poops Her Pants
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No bending was required to create the inferno that blazed in Azual's eyes. Though her face remained an expressionless mask, her aura, the very air around her, quaked with her fury. She paced slowly in front of a group of twenty fire nation guards, methodically meeting their gaze one by one...

“The Avatar has escaped,” she started, “and I would like to know how.”

Ty Lee stood behind Azula and gulped back a lump of fear. She'd seen the Princess like this before. Azula was scary enough on any given day, but when she was angry... Ty Lee couldn't repress a shudder.

They stood in a yawning, carpeted room. A few torches illuminated the area with a flickering glow. It was enough to see that the guards were visibly quaking as Azula drilled them. Ty Lee had to struggle to keep herself from shaking, but Mai seemed to be enjoying the scene.

“They look like they're about to poop their pants,” she whispered.

“I'm about to poop my pants,” Ty Lee responded.

“What? Come on, Azula isn't that scary.”

“It's not Azula,” that was only partly true, but, hey, no sense in letting Mai know, “I was on my way to the bathroom when she called the assembly.”

“So, you can hold it can't you. I mean, you're a big girl, right?”

Ty Lee shook her head. “You know I can't.”

“Oh, right. It blocks you chi flow if you hold it to long, or something. Big deal. Just hold it until Azula finishes with these losers. Then meet me in my room and I'll give you an enema. If that doesn't get your chi flowing right again, nothing will.”

The pink-clad acrobat glanced at her moody friend. It was impossible to tell when Mai was being serious or joking and Ty Lee decided, in this case, she didn't want to know. “I told you, Mai. It's not that I don't want to hold it. It's that I can't.” A sharp cramp shot up her mid-section. “I mean, in the circus I never needed to hold it. When I had to go, I just went. It was never a problem.” Her anus spasmed as a log tried to force it's way out. She managed to clamp it off, but barely. “I guess my butthole is lazy now, huh?”

“Why am I even talking about this with you,” Mai asked.

“I don't know, you star- Nghhh,” Ty Lee's stomach knotted fiercely, cutting of her sentence and folding her in half. The entire room was so focused on the furious Azula and no one noticed. Except Mai.

“Hey, you're really gonna lose it aren't you,” she asked.

Ty Lee nodded shyly. “Probably,” she admitted. Without another word, Mai took two steps away from the struggling Ty Lee.

Normally talkative, Ty Lee was actually grateful that Mai had stepped away. Now she could focus on the problem at hand. That being the tension on her anus and the burning in her bladder.

Her high fiber diet was exacting a heavy toll. It not only ensured that her load would be large and firm, but also increased the urgency. If anyone took their eyes off Azula for just a moment, they'd have noticed Ty Lee simultaneously bouncing up and down and rocking back and forth. She abandoned her pride and slammed one hand between her tightly crossed legs and one went to work trying to keep the poop at bay. It was the cutest little “I gotta go” dance she was certain, but it was about to get real ugly. As if to enhance this point, her anus widened just a little more.

In retrospect, the bouncing was probably a bad idea. It only aggravated the situation, shaking the contents of her bowels loose and sloshing the river in her bladder. She'd have been much better off standing stark sill.

Then it happened. Her bowels gurgled and she was hit with a urge that was, literary, uncontrollable. “No no no no ...” she whispered, begged. But it did no good. A warmth began spreading across her crotch and her anus dilated farther, farther...

“It was a metal cell,” Azula snapped, “how could the earthb-”

“Noooooo!” A wail followed by a muffled hissing and crackling interrupted the Princess' speech. Ty Lee's face burned with shame as every eye in the room settled on her while she humiliated herself.

The trickle erupted into a waterfall of pee. Golden liquid poured from her urethra to be absorbed by her panties, then her pink cloth pants. They darkened considerably as twin rivers ran down her legs, drenching the insides and back of her thighs before running out the leg holes and pooling in a yellow puddle on the floor.

All the while, her “lazy butthole” had given up the fight. A massive, three-inch wide log moved unopposed from her colon into her panties. The material inflated like a balloon to accommodate the mess. It mashed against her skin as more made its way into her clothes.

She felt an ever increasing bulge as the poo nestled into a ball in her pants. The waist band tugged at her hips in response to the new weight. Finally, it stopped and Ty Lee found herself thankful that none of the brown had managed to push past her panties' leg holes.

“Is there a problem, Ty Lee,” Azula asked, calmly as ever.

“N...no. Everything's okay Azula,” she replied.

“Oh man, that was hilarious,” Mai chimed in with a chuckle. “Hey Ty Lee, what color is your aura now?”

“It's not funny,” the embarrassed girl whined as she tried vainly to hide the huge wet spot that had formed. “It's humiliating. I ... Hey,” her voice took on a cheery tone. “Mai, you laughed!”

Mai's smile disappeared instantly. “No I didn't. Besides, you're standing there in pooped pants and happy because you think I laughed. What's wrong with you?”

“But you did, I heard you!”

“Girls, enough!” Azula commanded. “Ty Lee, don't you think you should take care of yourself before you foul the oxygen we are all trying to breathe?”

“Oh yeah. Gosh, Azula, you always know what to do. I really admire that.”

“Right, just ... clean yourself up. And try not to dirty the carpet.”

“No problem, Azula,” Ty Lee said, waddling toward the exit. “I'll get these pants taken care of and come back with a mop.”

Azula smiled. “Actually, Ty Lee, why don't you give let this man take care of your soiled pants,” she motioned to one of the guards in front. “It's obvious he can't effectively be a captain in our army, but perhaps he can clean.” She eyed the former captain. “I want my friend's clothing as good as new. Hand wash it. Understand.” The man nodded and gulped loudly.

“The rest of you are off the hook, this time,” she continued. “But fail me again and I'll make sure you regret it even more than this man!”
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