mess quest

The room is full of machines and monitors, and a girl with bright green short pigtails sits on a tower, controlling them. “I’m so glad you came, I love your songs!” she said, “And I always wondered what it would be like to see you in person...You don’t disappoint, but I was expecting something a little more specific.” Before you can speak, she presses a button on one of the many machines in front of her, and your stomach gurgles. You press your legs together and fidget, but she just laughs. “It’s a little too late for that.” A muffled crackling sound can be heard as poop falls into your underpants. The back of your shorts expand, and as you put a hand on them to feel them, you can’t help but wonder what could have prevented this from happening.