Bella's Weak Stomach

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It had been a week since the big sleepover in Jenna's Secret. Bella had discovered two days after that she had the stomach flu. She had just finally gotten over it now. It was Saturday.

Bella had always had a weak stomach, but now, a few days after the flu, it was even worse. She had already nearly had several accidents in the past day. Now, she was reflecting on her stomach while sitting on the toilet. After a moment, she couldn't push anything else out, but she felt it inside of her. Oh well, I can just use it later when I need to. She thought to herself. She wiped and stood.

An hour had passed, and she was watching a show, when her stomach started to hurt. She got up to head to the bathroom, but upon reaching it and turning the handle, she realized it was locked. What? How did this happen? She asked herself frantically. I must have left it locked when I closed the door behind me! What do I do? She began to worry. Her stomach rumbled, letting her know her need. She sighed, and realized the pressure wasn't too bad yet, so she decided to finish her show and then find a way to unlock it.

She sat back down on the couch, and unconsciously began snacking on a bag of chips next to her, as well as a box of brownies. After another 30 minutes, she reached her hand into the box, and found nothing. Oh my gosh, did I just eat that entire bag, and my brownies? This is not good. She stood, and began to look for something to unlock the door, knowing that what she just ate would make her urge more urgent. She found a few objects that she thought she could use to pick the lock, as well as something to reach under and unlock it from the other side. She brought it all to the bathroom, and kneeled down. How am I supposed to do this, I don't know how to pick locks! But she decided to try anyway. She had to, or else her pants would be the new toilet.

She started with a toothpick. It barely fit into the lock, and it didn't make any progress. She took it out, and tried a paperclip instead. As she leaned forward to stick the paperclip in, a massive wet fart slipped out of her ass. She reached a hand back and grabbed her ass is surprise. She brought her hand back forward, and began to try to pick the lock again. For a moment, she thought she was making progress, but then, the paperclip snapped, leaving the end stuck in the lock. Ohhhhh, that's not good. She grabbed another paperclip and unbent it, trying to fish the first one out of the lock. In her focus, she didn't feel another fart on the edge. As the first paperclip jiggled, her ass did as well, as a huge fart ripped out of her, shaking her ass, and possibly staining her panties.

She stood up quickly, hands still on the paperclip. This sudden movement broke the second one as well, getting them both stuck in the lock. What do I do? She began to pace, which didn't help her stomach, but she always paced when she was worried. As she was pacing, she could feel a log poking out of her slightly. She stuck and hand down her pants and pushed on the back of her panties, pushing it back it. In its place, another wet fart escaped. She felt as her panties became more wet, and slightly more heavy. She groaned in discomfort and disappointment. She sat down on the couch, clutching her stomach, as a cramp hit. And the log began to turtle head once more. She shifted and clenched, which pulled it back inside, but two more farts escaped, which were even more wet, and heavier than the last. She put one hand on her ass, pushing on her anus through her pants, and the other on her stomach, clutching it with all she had. Another fart slowly pushed out, and the log returned. No matter how hard she pushed, though, it would not go back in. In fact, it began to push out. She felt her pants expand under her hand as a log pushed out, giving her the same feeling she had experienced a week prior. The moment it pinched off, a fart erupted with such force, that she accidentally released. Liquid poop began to spill out of her, running down her legs, and soaking through her pants, into the couch. She tried to stop the flow, but it continued relentlessly. "Ohmygosh no!" She yelped helplessly.

Diarrhea continued out of her at a consistent pace, seeping into the cracks between the couch cushions, as well as the cushions themselves. She stuck her hand deeper into her anus as another cramp hit, but all this did was make her fart wetly into her already wet pants. And then, forcing its way past her hand, mush began to leak out of her. She took her hand off her butt so as not to get it more messy than it already was, but this was a mistake, as now there was nothing holding the mush back. It rushed out of her, filling her pants. Some of it even squelched out of the waistband, and dripped down the back of her leggings, onto the couch. She covered her face in embarrassment, despite being the only one there. She clenched again as another cramp hit, but despite this, a log pushed out into her pants, followed by a second and third. With one last involuntary push, an extremely wet fart blasted out of her, and she was empty. She stood up slowly, and gagged as her mess touched her skin.

She waddled to her room to get a change of clothes, and then to the bathroom, where she changed, and grabbed some cleaning supplies for the couch.