Momosuzu Nene is a bit dumb.

The bright and cheerful representative of orange—despite her name and signature fruit being a peach—is donning her "new" underbritches that she received in the mail from Cover Corporation.

Apart from the panties, she stands nude in front of a full length mirror and admires herself like a model, her perky breasts jiggling slightly when she twists her torso from side to side. She wonders if she could arrange a photo spread in Japan's Playboy, leveraging that she was already featured in one of their lists once before.

She takes a quick selfie and forwards it to her manager, telling her to use it for her audition.

Momosuzu Nene is a bit dumb.

Nene is a firm believer in shaving her body hair. She shaves her legs, arms, and armpits like a proper lady; and unlike many Japanese women, she shaves her pussy, too. Her one concession is to leave the area directly above her mons pubis, because she thinks it's cute to shape the hair there into a trimmed star. She even shows it off to her coworkers when they're in changing rooms together; something Lamy really does not appreciate.

Despite Nene's self-satisfaction at keeping these areas of her body hair-free, it's only because Nene can see all of them with her own eyes that she thinks to keep them clean-shaven. For that reason, it's never crossed Nene's mind that she had another place that could be hairy: where the sun don't shine. As if her physique needs to keep an overall net balance of body hair, Nene's asshole makes up for all the shaven spots by being a veritable jungle of hair.

As for how Nene never learned that her asshole can have hair… any time she catches a glance of her butt in a mirror, her plump rump always completely covers the hairy hole from sight. So ever since puberty, reaching her tootsie roll centre would mean plunging several centimeters deep into her fat cheeks. Nene never touches her butthole in the bathroom, either, instead relying solely on her bidet and dryer after pooping.

Momosuzu Nene is a bit dumb.

Nene has the sense of humor of a grade school boy. The kind that thinks yelling "penis!" in a public space is hilarious, and laughs at poop and fart jokes until she has tears in her eyes and is gasping for air.

After Nene learns that the generation 5 members would be sharing the same panties, she gets the brilliant idea to take her turn right before Lamy, and spend as much time as possible farting in them to really season the underwear like a cast-iron skillet.

To that end, Nene switches her entire diet for the week to gas-producing ones. It's shocking the lengths to which Nene, who retches at eating cherry tomatoes and other vegetables, is able to "stomach" her food misgivings and subsist on nothing but beans, broccoli, yams, natto, and cabbages for a week.

Nene takes a smug satisfaction when she can run up to Lamy at an off collab, lift her leg and squeeze out a multisyllabic brap. The death glares from Lamy roll off her smooth brain like water off a duck's back.

Sometimes when Nene is within close range to Lamy she shakes her skirt to air it out and give Lamy a sneak preview of the scent. Other times she deliberately seals her skirt against a chair and tries to inflate it like a hot air balloon.

When NePoLaBo are on group Discord calls for planning meetings, Nene unmutes and farts as loud as possible into the microphone at every opportunity. She eventually learns the best angles to sit that won't trigger Discord's background noise cancellation.

Of course, Nene's prodigious anal hair makes sure to trap all the sweat, smell, and gases within the pantsu every time she farts to really marinate it into the fibres.

Momosuzu Nene is a bit dumb.

Nene released a pair of men's boxer briefs as merch goods once, then asked her fans—her "husbands"—to tag her in photos of them wearing it on Twitter. After her manager had to wade through a deluge of bulges in her official hashtag, Nene was scolded to not make a similar mistake.

But Nene always wants to cater to her husbands' desires.

When Nene learns via ego-searching and copious usage of Google Translate that there is a cohort of overseas fans that want to hear her farts, she puts all her recent knowledge together and records an ASMR farting "voice" pack.

Nene stabilizes her microphone on her desk and climbs up onto her chair. She heaves her bosom over the backrest and spreads her knees until her outer thighs press against the armrests, ass facing the monitor. With a grunt she pops out a clap of braps, jiggling her soft buttocks from the reverberations and giggling at the tingles it leaves.

Nene's eyes widen as she immediately realizes her mistake. She kicks off the edge of the desk with one foot, spinning her chair around to meet the keyboard—she didn't hit the record button yet! As Nene stretches her arms out to grasp for the mouse, her face is dunked in the fresh cloud of gas she just expelled and she begins choking against the stench.

Through blurred, teary vision, Nene manages to click the red record button and see the waveform peaks from her coughing. She pushes against the desk once again to spin back, stopping herself from overshooting with her stocking feet.

Having regained her confidence, Nene continues with gusto, producing an artistic album of anal audio. By the time she finishes, there's over twenty minutes of toots, and the room is clouded in a thin haze. Nene gives it a quick listen and then excitedly trims a particularly bassy section out and exports it.

Momosuzu Nene is a bit dumb.

Meaning to link the fans' tweets as evidence for the pent-up demand to her manager, Nene instead flips the recipients list. She ends up linking her manager on a reply to her fans, including the recording as an attachment to several very lucky husbands.

* * *

Towa sits on the tatami mat floor and looks around the living room of the small Tokyo apartment. In the corners of the room cardboard boxes are haphazardly stacked up. It seems like someone hastily tried to clean up a major mess to make it presentable. She's in the home of her sixth generation kouhai and self-proclaimed fan, Laplus Darknesss, who is just out of sight in the kitchen gathering the materials to brew some tea. Towa hears a clattering of pans and soft yelps; no doubt her junior stuffed junk into the cabinets there, too.

Laplus enters the room balancing a tray with two porcelain cups and a kettle. She's focused intently on trying not to spill with her oversized purple sleeves. When she arrives at the tatami mat she carefully lowers the tray to the ground and sits next to it, seiza style.

"Pfft, it really doesn't fit your image to act so proper, Lapu-chan," Towa teases. In contrast, Towa is casually sprawled out on the floor. Her long pale legs rest outstretched atop each other and her thick thighs press against the seams of her black booty shorts and fishnet leggings.

Laplus bends forward to pour and serve the tea for each of them.

"I heard this is the start of your week," Towa tries to initiate small talk.

Knowingly, Laplus reaches into a nearby shipping box and pulls out the topical panties. They're threadbare and tattered, stained with half the colours of the rainbow.

Towa recoils at the sight, nearly spitting out her tea. "Kimoi!"

She didn't want to think about those panties any more now that her turn was over. They'd gone through another generation of wear since the last time Towa had seen them. Nevertheless, the kind-hearted senpai felt bad for Laplus. The hidden pretense of Towa's visit today was to cheer Laplus up, because everyone knows she adores her.

Towa's stomach begins to grumble and she adjusts her position, but continues talking. "Hey, you'll be all right," she says in a cooler voice. "How about this: when this week is over, we'll go to Disneyland together." She holds her cup out to Laplus in offer. Laplus clinks her cup in return and they drink to clinch the deal.

*

A short while later Laplus excuses herself and stands up to carry the empty cups back into the kitchen.

Alone, Towa rubs her murmuring belly. She ignores her manners and gets up to search for the toilet on her own. Checking around the apartment, she reaches a closed narrow door adjacent to the bedroom.

This must be it, there's no other place in this tiny apartment.

She goes to turn the handle and her clammy fingers smoothly slide around the knob, but it doesn't rotate with her. She grips harder and rocks it back and forth both ways yet it won't budge.

Laplus's voice calls out a short distance behind Towa. "That's the toilet, however you won't be able to get in without this." She holds up a small key.

"Very funny Lapu-chan, give me that…" Towa reaches out to take the key, but Laplus steps back out of range.

Laplus brings her hand up to her face and cups it over her mouth. When she pulls it away her tongue is sticking out mockingly, the key resting on top of it. She closes her mouth and swallows hard. "We won't be needing that until later."

Towa stands dumbfounded, mouth agape. Then more waves of contractions rush over her insides. She crosses her legs and grabs her butt. "Did… did you put something in that tea?"

"Only the strongest laxative available without a prescription!" Laplus replies smugly.

"What is wrong with you? Why would you do that and then lock the door?! Where am I going to use the bathroom now?"

Laplus smirks. "Remember how I said you could do no wrong in my eyes? That you could take a dump in my living room and I wouldn't even mind?"

"Yeah that was an entertaining thing to say on stream, but I'm being serious now." Towa is dancing in place, desperate to not shit herself. She mentally runs through her options, of which there are scarce few. With this much pressure against my ass, I don't think I can make it more than a few steps outside of the apartment door even if I tried.

Her stomach bellows one last warning cry. "Mmff f-fine I'll do it," Towa painfully relents. "Hurry up and put it down!" She slides down her shorts and panties in one motion and squats down. "Turn away! …and c-cover your ears!"

Towa's hairy anus puckers, beads of sweat streaking down from the distress. Her thin tail lifts up and off to the side out of the way. With one hand on her stomach she closes her eyes and bites down on her lip as she relaxes her sphincter. Laplus, who had turned away after the initial request now reneges and focuses transfixed on Towa's butthole.

"I-it's coming out!" Towa moans as her asshole spreads open and a dark brown turd comes into view. The shit quickly jettisons from Towa's behind, the effect amplified by the laxative she had drank. With soft plops it lands upon the back of the panties that Laplus has splayed out underneath her. The brown snake with the thickness of a Red Bull can progresses to a light brown shade as fresher softer poo continues to spurt out of Towa's ass. A mound forms atop the panties by the time the last tapered tail of poop breaks free from her bum.

"Haa… haa…" Towa slowly exhales, leaning over on her side and trying to calm herself down after the ordeal. Laplus has subconciously drawn closer and closer towards Towa. She now stands right behind her, admiring the steaming pile of shit that came from her oshi's sweaty arsehole. She sniffs deeply, trying to imprint every aspect of the fragrance into her memory.

Laplus pulls down her own pair of panties, a sticky strand of cum stretching along with it. She steps forward and threads her tiny feet into the leg holes of the used panties lying on the floor and squats her naked butt down centimeters over the heap. She, too, is soaked in sweat.

Laplus reaches back behind her with both hands and spreads her cheeks apart. At their centre protrudes the purple silicone grip of a buttplug. She hooks the loop with two fingers and tugs at it. The slimy ball portion distends her anus until it finally exits with a pop.

With the plug out of the way, Laplus wastes no more time. In one tiny hop she plops down directly onto the mountain of shit from her senpai. Drool drips from her mouth in sheer bliss from the sensation. She gleefully savours the warmth entering her crevices. Laplus rocks back and forth, smearing her hips into the mess.

"Towa-sama! When you asked your fans if they want you to stream yourself pooping, you were trying to be rhetorical," She leans forward and grinds her clit against the ground. "But the truth is, we do! We want to see you shit, to hear you fart, to burp, to piss!" She lifts her butt to the air, knees to the ground, the sagging panties slipping to reveal the top of her butt cheeks. Her own stomach begins gurgling.

"We want you to be real with us!" Laplus moans in ecstasy as her unimpeded asshole spreads wide to deposit her own fresh load of poop into the panties, further lumping up the mass and mixing with Towa's. "Not that mmff—fake idol bullshit!" She vigourously rubs her clit with her arm between her legs and pushes even more stinky shit out. "Your deep voice, your screams, your tears and frustrations—all of that makes you you, and we don't want you to hide it from us!"

Laplus sprays a mixture of cum and piss into the front of the panties. The stream pulsing in strength until slowing to a trickle.

Exhausted, she slinks limply to lay flat on the floor and the pile of shit tumbles out of her backside. The room is quiet as the puddle of pee disperses around the orgasming girl's crotch.

"You're so gross." Towa couldn't think of anything else to say but the blunt truth. "And if my fans really want that, they're gross, too." She scrutinizes Laplus lying on the floor; one cheek bathing in a pool of drool, her face bright red, her breath hot and shallow.

Can I really have that effect on people? To be accepted—no, worshipped—for my faults and all?

Towa ruminates in silence for a few minutes. Then she shuffles over on her knees to Laplus and wipes the matted hair covering her kouhai's eyes.

"Get up. We'd better start digging for that key."