Pearl Fuckin' POOPS.

Another reward that sat unfinished for a good while but finally comes to light, Steven Universe's Pearl does the unthinkable right in front of...well practically everyone in Beach City.
Give it a look if you're into unpadded poopin'~

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“Alright, focus Pearl.

Just focus on keeping your balance, and don’t...think...about...n-nnnrgh!!!”

*Prrrrlpt!!!*

“GAAAAH!!!”

And just like that, with a sharp, body-shuddering toot escaping her tight cheeks, Pearl’s perfectly poised tiptoe stretching led to her toppling over onto the warm, golden sands in front of the beach house…

The gem quickly sat up in attempts to regain her composure, but the best she could manage was merely catching a glimpse of the bane of her existence right now; that big, round, bloated belly…

“UUUUGH!!!
Why in the world did I let Steven talk me into that feast…”

Just under two weeks ago, Pearl was right as rain and slender as could be.
And then came Steven…
With that sweet round face and big hopeful eyes, he begged and begged for her to join in on some weird festival Beach City held annually, ending in one massive feast.

Of course, wanting to be as polite as she could despise her IMMENSE hatred for eating, she shoved down everything served to her the best she could.
And BOY did they serve her.

From mini turkeys to fish pizza, massive fried potatoes to donuts for dessert, everyone’s eyes were on her as she painfully crammed more food down that long, elegant throat.

Sitting right in her gut with an awful gurgling from the very first morsels.

And since then, the gem had not one single thought of expelling the stuff. Not one.

Utterly fearing the disgusting sensation of pushing all that slimy, putrid mess out of her body, Pearl had been toting around this massive food-baby for days.
Every day she’d deal with gurgling cramps, bouts of awful gas, and even an occasional turtleheading once or twice.

That...that was what scared her the most.

The image of herself, once a graceful and mighty warrior suddenly falling to a desperate squat in the middle of battle with all eyes on her kept clouding her mind.

Her body would shake, her weapon dropped so that she may clutch her own stomach.

Teeth gritted, backside poking out so very prominently, she’d fight to her last before the seat of those tight jeans began to tent out, sag, and stain with a heavy, deep brown shame…

Poor Pearl could almost cry just thinking about it! The mere thought always made her body feel so strange, she never wanted to explore that feeling one bit!

Instead, she’d just push it to the furthest reaches of her mind, ignoring the inevitable issue…

Currently, she was busy training anyway!

Yet another one of the town’s anniversaries was coming up tomorrow, The Founding of Beach City, and she was to have a big role in the play they’d put on that evening.

“...alright!
That’s enough, the Belle of the Beach wouldn’t fall over just because of a little...b-bloatedness…”
Pearl said to herself rolling further on her back with a long, squeaky sssSSSPRRRRLPT! before hopping up to her feet as she normally would.

Fanning her tush, she started her dance again in the sands, working to precise perfection on each and every step.
Ignoring the now constant farts growing wetter with each expulsion, straight into the evening where she finally sighed with satisfaction at her performance.

“It’ll...HRRRRGH!!!”

BRRRRRRRUuuuuULRTCH!!!

“H-Have...to...d-d-do!!!
OH SWEET MERCY, NO NO NO!!!”

Forced to strain out a fat, juicy one by this point, Pearl now found her hands desperately squeezing her butt as she did a half-waddle, half-run towards the beach house, feeling something much more solid try to push its way out…

A single kick opened the door up, and her eyesight was trained straight on the warp pad.

Her room, she could meditate on holding it in her room! She just needed to-

“Yo! What’s the big rush, dude?...still having trouble with your form’s belly?”

“GYAAAH, AMETHYST!!! I...u-urgh...unnnggghhh!!!”

Utterly surprised by the short, purple gem coming out of the kitchen with a plate full of food, the lankier gem doubled over and squeezed for dear life.

The shock was enough to get her strange bowels roaring to life, but her hands could just barely force the inevitable blast of ass to a whisper of a fart…

“A-Ah...ah...aaaahhhhhh….”
Relief washed over Pearl’s face as such a blatantly loud disaster was avoided for now.
Amethyst, though, was simply confused as she munched on her miscellaneous nachos...nachos made of miscellaneous stuff, of course.

“You uh...you alright, Pearl? Need something to ea-”

“NO, NO THANK YOU, I’M FINE, GOODNIGHT AMETHYST BYE.”

And just as soon as a nacho was offered to the stressed gem, Pearl shuffled backwards right onto the warp pad and disappeared to her room!

Amethyst simply stood there, still chewing and now sniffing something utterly foul and wincing...before continuing her meal…

“Food probably hasn’t gone TOO bad…”

“NO NO NO NO NO, I’M NOT…g-gonna…excrete.
Haaaah...better…”

With such a close call, Pearl had resorted to more….interesting methods.

Taking just simple pieces of cloth, she began to strap down both her full, bulging gut and her loud backside so that they’re in constant binding.

A quick gaze in the mirror brought a smile to her pale face. Her form was back to perfect shape, not one unsightly bulge or rude stench to be found!

“Absolutely perfect!
This’ll make getting into that dress so much easier~

And after...after the play, I can deal with this as clinically as possible.

Just one more night...one more night…”

Repeating this mantra to herself, Pearl crossed her legs and sat perfectly still, meditating on making this year’s Founding Day one to remember…

…

Soon enough, the hours of waiting would turn to mere minutes, and the poo-packed Pearl would find herself backstage in the open-air theater, just waiting for her big moment.

Her dance and song were all planned out, her gorgeous light-blue Victorian dress was clean as could be, and the crowd was absolutely enthralled with the event!
It’d take something MASSIVE to ruin this night.

...unfortunately something massive was definitely waiting for its chance.

Pearl was currently sweating buckets under that dress.
Her gut rumbled loud enough that the glass of water beside her would shake on the table.

Her binding cloths were holding still, but the amount of pressure she felt forced into submission within her bowels was absolute hell!

She hated the feeling to no end, and several times began to dream...no, dare she say it...FANTASIZE about getting this beast out, no matter the consequence.

For a brief moment even, whether she knew it or not, she began to step down from backstage and run for the toilets.

Those filthy, cold porcelain bowls made for nothing but the worst of the worst humans could produce…

But she was fully brought back to reality when she heard a familiar voice whisper to her.

“PSST!

Pearl, you’re up!!!”

Sadie called out to the gem, stopping her in her tracks and bringing her nervously to the stage…

“FOCUS, PEARL, FOCUS!!!”

Those were the words the gem repeated to herself again and again on that stage as she twirled about, singing her heart out just loud enough to cover every not-so-little toot her binded butt let loose.

Frrrrlfrpt!

BRRRrrRLAURP!!

rRRRRRUUUUUULLLLRRRRPHRRRRLRTCHPT!!!

The minutes were long and agonizing as Pearl huffed and puffed between lyrics, feeling her gassy blasts grow wetter each time.
The hot air she let loose practically steamed her alive as it kept trapped under that massive ball gown of a dress.

The smell was beyond awful, forcing her nose to occasionally scrunch up and face to blush that deep, dark blue it usually did.

Other actors on stage were even beginning to catch whiffs of it, one maybe even hearing it outright boom from her petite buttocks!

She was reaching her absolute limit, but if she could just make it past this performance she’d do it!

She’d absolutely run home, warp to some abandoned planet, and unload every last bit of disgusting mess she could in perfect privacy so that she may never-ever-EVER be reminded of the experience again.

If only she could just make it past this last line!!!

...if only indeed…

“H-HHGGGUUUUHHHHH!!!”

In the middle of striking a single-footed pose, the silliest little sound escaped her mouth. Her eyes went cross as her body began to shudder. A loud, impossible-to-ignore gurgling rumbled from her gut…

GRRRrrRRRrRRRRLLLLRRRRGRLGRLMMMGH…

“P-Pearl? Are you...okay?” Steven’s voice could be heard suddenly, snapping her focus back.

Glancing over the crowd of onlookers, back at her co-actors, and worst of all down to her fellow gems who sat front and center, Pearl’s worst fears were quickly becoming reality right here and now.

A fast, steady, HEAVY load was slithering it’s way down her colon and beginning to brute force its way through her hole.

All decisions were being torn away from her, she was going to do it. Pearl was gonna shit NOW!

“I...I...gotta...hrrngh!

Gotta...g-gotta…”

She whimpered out staggeringly, nearly falling over as both feet now met the stage floor.

The music stopped, a quiet hush fell over the crowd, and the world was becoming dark for this poor prim and proper pooper…
All but one single thing was blurred out now...that one thing being the prop outhouse just calling out to her, stage left…

She KNEW it was just a prop, but in this absolute moment of desperation and necessity she thought no more than a second before making a mad dash for its front door.

She ran in, slammed it shut with a surprised and collective gasp from the crowd, hiked up layer after layer of satiny fabrics, yoinked down what were now slightly muddied bloomers and gave the biggest push she’d ever made in her several millennia-long life…

“FRRRNNNNNNGGGRAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

ssssSSSSCCCCRRRRLLLLRRRFRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBRRRLLLLLRRRRRRPPPPHRRRUUUURRRLGHRLRLRSSSSPLRRRRRBRRRRRRUUUUUULRPRPRPRPFRRRRSSSCRRRRULAAAAURTCHPT!!!

What began as a simple, almost melodic little toot turned into a sputtering, squishing resonation that even further transformed into a monstrous cacophony of splattering squelches as an unspeakable mass of steaming, bubbling mess collided with hardwood floor!

The inhabitants of Beach City were all currently treated to a one-person concert as Peal’s butt widened to impossible degrees just to release what had been festering within for two straight weeks.

Only the very tip of this ridiculous load was solidified, the rest almost immediately becoming a semi-solid coil that constantly wrapped around itself.

Inches became several feet worth of shit piling up within the small box Pearl just barely managed to hover her ass over.

Her teeth gritted and hands gripping her cheeks tightly, she spread her hole as much as possible during this intense butt-birthing, flexing her typically tight little tummy every other moment just to expel this thing faster.

Her mind raced with all sorts of feelings…

“DISGUSTING! ABHORRENT! SHAMEFUL!
How could a Pearl be so filthy and improper!
How could I have been so careless, so...so WEAK!!!

BAD! BAD PEARL, BAD!!! YOU’RE SHITTING IN A BOX IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!!

YOU SHOULD FEEL AWFUL!!!...s-so why...why are you…”

Beyond her flushed cheeks, there was a hint, the slightest inclination towards...a smile.

Somewhere in the sea of horrible pathetic degeneracy she felt, right in the core there was a feeling of relief.
Of pure, orgasmic relief over the long-awaited dumping of all this disgusting poo.

And even further more, within that relief was...excitement.
Joy over what she was doing, where she was doing it, how she’d gotten to this point even!

Pearl could remember hearing Amethyst talk all about the experience, and though she hardly indulged her in the conversation of it, even when Rose would enjoy a meal or two before doing the disgusting deed.

She remembered always following the base instinct towards it. “GROSS!!!”

But now, as she stood here with her ass out and squeezing out pounds upon pounds of produce in such a precarious situation, for a brief moment she began to see the appeal.
For that single instance, her privates...tingled. She felt hotter than ever, she felt eager to go more!

Pearl had fallen for the very thing she hated.
Pearl was...in love with pooping.

...and then, she was ripped from the sensation entirely.

Suddenly, the wooden box she stood in creaked!
Cracks formed at the seams, bits of wood splintered outward, the roof was caving in.
Pearl, in her afterglow of pushing out ALMOST everything, desperately tried to reach for anything to hold it all together.
But it was far beyond anything she could do. All this poo, this massive heaping steaming pile was too plentiful!
The pressure it put on the very confines of this prop outhouse left the thing with no other choice than to merely...explode.

SSSSSSSSSSPLLLLLLLRRRRRRTCH!!!

Props and poo alike spread across the stage as Pearl’s half-naked form was revealed, butt hovering over literally nothing now as the last few inches of her mega-turd dropped like the finishing cherry atop a fudge sundae.

Her eyes were wide, but she was registering nothing in her sights.

Her face was burning hot, but no words were coming out her mouth.

Everyone could only stare with mouths agape, hands pinching their noses, disgust washing over each one as they gasped and gagged.

But Pearl...despite literally never being able to live the humiliation of this moment down, in this moment...was just basking in the few seconds of post-poo bliss before all hell broke loose.
Thinking for just a second, to herself…

“I wonder when that weird ritual with the food happens again...Thanksgiving?”