Kimo's Stinky Yoga

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EDIT: Added story

I went all out for the story for this one to practice what I believe to be my weakest subject, writing. The attached version is 9 pages and about 5000 words, it has a lot of character interaction and adds more context to everything surrounding this event.

I am currently dealing with finals so i only have a little more to post this month but i will soon be back in full force.

Other than the story I have an announcement regarding commissions at the end of this month, if you're interested be on the lookout for that.

once again thank you for your support!

~Akiko&LostAri

~~~~~Story~~~~~

Prolog

Kimo Intended to quickly head home after getting something for dinner like usual but stumbled on some friendly faces talking about some relaxing thing. She did not have time to stop and talk to her friends Bii, the mall’s manager and the one responsible for planning the town’s festivals, and Asin, an adult store employee that was almost as aggressively lewd as Tsukiri. Kimo hid herself around a nearby column to listen in for just a moment.

“Yoga is great for you Bii! If you tried it, you might just get an ass worth spanking.” Asin raised her hand to slap Bii’s Butt, but her death glare froze Asin.

“You know I have enough trouble keeping this place running smoothly without being hit on every five minutes. Besides my charm comes from my personality!” Bii scoffed. “AND my ass IS worth spanking!” Seems Asin had hit a nerve.

“Yes, yes, all praise the magnificent glory that is your ass.” Asin exaggeratedly motioned toward Bii’s butt. Kimo thought Bii’s rear was, indeed, quite nice. “I know you have put on some weight recently and keeping all the weirdos around here in line have you stressed out. So, hear me out, come over to my place and we can do Yoga in the morning.” Asin placed her hand on Bii’s shoulder. “Just a bit to help you relax.” Asin squeezed “Look how stiff you are.” Bii knocked her hand away.

Sigh~

“I don’t even know how to do yoga, or even own a mat for that matter.” Bii still looked slightly ticked at Asin’s earlier comments. “Are you going to teach me?” Bii’s expression softened. Kimo’s wanted to join the conversation now but was too afraid that if she interrupted now, she might miss this chance to learn about this relaxing Yo-ga.

“it’s easy! One of the most popular poses is the Downward dog. It’s like making an upside-down V with your body!” Asin had lit up seeing the chance to convince Bii to join her. “And if you find that to be too hard for your first time there’s an easy version called the puppy pose. Basically, the same thing but on your knees.” Bii finally relented to Asin’s rant, but she continued: “See! We can find something you can do and work from there! Relax and lose weight, it’s two birds with one stone!”

“Fine! I will try it with you! I just need to buy a mat from downstairs and meet at your place right.” Bii tried to act like she was still against the idea, but her eyes kept darting to Asin’s Butt.

Kimo had heard enough and decided she should sneak away before she was caught. When she reached the ground floor the large clock that rested over the fountain alerted her that she had spent too much time snooping and needed to hurry home, after a quick detour. She entered the sporting goods store and purchased the first mat she could find, tucked it under her arm and rushed back home.

Messing

The sun had just broken through the morning fog when Kimo’s bell jingled with her awakening. Its glow having been restored by her shrine. This morning she had woken up earlier than normal eager to try out Yoga and hopefully solve her problem. The bells light brightened as a light green mist flowed out and formed her body and pajamas. Her cotton top and shorts are white with pink flowers and trim with a sheer veil that flowed like a cape from under the bra. Immediately she began stretching causing her joints to pop and crack. The need to relieve herself from yesterday had grown in magnitude but was still manageable. Kimo predicted that she would make it a little past noon before losing control. With careful planning she could avoid doing laundry until tomorrow when all three of them were sure to have dirtied something.

Kimo let out a sigh as this morning was hers alone, it was too early for Nurue to be back and for Tsukiri to be up for the day. The mat she had bought the day before lay in the middle of her room where she had tossed it the day before.

“I suppose its time to try some of that Yo-Ga the ladies at the mall were talking about.” Her mind went through the poses she had looked at the night before and she settled on the doggy pose, Asin had said that one was popular. She felt the dull pain once more as she stepped onto the mat “Please work, I really do not wish to need Tsukiri to fix me…” Kimo laid down and worked her way into position.

Doubt immediately filled her mind. It had only been a few seconds and her strength was failing her. Kimo spent everyday walking around the house cleaning and doing menial tasks, but she never realized how physically weak she was. She had stamina in spades and had no problem performing all day and assisting her masters when needed. Now that she thinks about it, house spirits like her don’t typically need strength and rely on magic should it be needed.

~Huff Huff~

Kimo was openly panting desperately trying not to collapse. “I thought…” Her whole body was tensed harder than ever before. “…this was supposed to be relaxing…” She felt a movement in her gut as her belly continued to contract at her exertion. “… I do not wish…” Kimo paused her thoughts as she tried to catch her breath once more. “… to give in so easily.” Pushing herself more than ever before Kimo’s body shook as she tensed even harder once more.

BLLLLLAAAAAARRRRRRTTTT!!!-

Her backside exploded with flatulence; the sudden unprompted release being cut off by a small wet ejection. The smell burned Kimo’s nose as she was forced to breathe in her fumes. “Oh my…” her back side felt slimy but only her underwear was KIA. “…that was unexpected.” She took another deep breath and gagged. “I can’t hold this pose any longer…” Her own brand of stink was deadly, even to her. “… and my shorts are in danger…” washing clothes was probably Kimo’s least favorite tasks around this house, it takes a lot of work to get the stains and smell out. Finally, her legs gave out.

UMF! An unladylike sound escaped as her knees hit the mat. She had lasted 45 seconds before falling.

“I didn’t realize I was so weak…” Kimo was panting once more, occasionally gagging on the poisoned air that now stuck to everything in the room. She could feel her muscles still twitching involuntarily as she tried to relax and regain her composure. Recalling the easier version of the doggy pose she just failed miserably at, Kimo began adjusting herself into the puppy pose. “Perhaps this position will prove to be much easier for me…” Kimo was unsure what had exactly caused her sudden outburst but having regained control so easily weighed on her mind. But she had at least a little pride in herself or stubbornness depending on the situation. “… I want to at least achieve something before giving up.” So, she began to lean into position once more.

Burrt-ungh~

Kimo slowly slid forward with each leak from her rear, vocalizing a little as some of the pressure in her joint’s release. This was the effect she was looking for, though she did not expect the side effects. “I thought this Yo-Ga is supposed to force me to release stress…” Purrt-Ahh. Her shoulders fell in place as they were slowly forced to turn upwards. “…but I really do not wish to do laundry today…” She could fill the movement in her gut, but her need had not gotten worse, instead I was seeming to disappear altogether. BBluurrtttt- This time her lower back finally gave in, how could she stop now? This was the best she had felt in a long time. Splerrt- that was her reason, the slimy feeling from before had returned and as her hips wiggled with her stretching the slick substance made an odd sensation between her butt cheeks and panties, Her favorite pajamas where at risk. “Just a Little more and I can at least call this an attempt…” she told herself, one more push and she would get the relief she needed for today. One more push and she would be able to claim some success at doing Yo-Ga, and so, she slid forward a little bit more.

UMMMMmmmmfffff!!!

The pressure that had been locking her hips suddenly gave way and her back fell into a curve much like she had seen Tsukiri do while aggressively entertaining herself. ~Crackle-AH! The head of her load shot out as her belly dropped low, the crotch of her shorts tightened giving her a severe camel toe. “It escaped…” she said in a soft voice. With her body aligning with her exit in one swift motion she had no way to stop herself. It had left her through no effort of her own and it sent shivers through her whole body. “I suppose it was inevitable this would happen if I kept pushing myself.” Kimo was saddened that she would not be able to postpone doing laundry, but this refreshing relief she was feeling was very much worth the inconvenience.

“I guess I should just let all my stress go.” With the first lump of her load filling her panties she knew her shorts had become a casualty of her Yo-Gasession. Now feeling better than ever and getting closer to euphoria she could continue unburdened by her, once clean, shorts.

~MEeeEEeeRRrrFFFfff~

A bestial noise flowed from her lungs as she finally reached the peak of her puppy pose.

BLLOOORTT~

Her rear sounded in kind as all the fruit rewards she had received over the past few days made their way out unimpeded by her. She sucked in another massive breath, the familiar suffocating stink she had filled the room with stung her senses, and she was too content to care. “This must be the feeling of relief they were talking about.” Kimo released the contaminated breath she had been holding and with a great sigh the wave of mess grew stronger. Pushing the pose past its intended form, her face now laid on the mat.

~UUUuuuMMMmMMMMffFFFFf~

Kimo sounded like she was trying to purr or was severely in heat, the ladder being closer to her current reality. While she was okay with this a few thoughts crossed her mind, was this what Bii and Asin were doing right about now? People do this together? Yo-Gastill seemed so foreign to her but she couldn’t argue that it worked. “I did not think They would put themselves in such a state just to relax.” Kimo’s mess had overflown her shorts and landed on her mat, her undercarriage had been thoroughly coated with muck and would need to be cleaned meticulously. Asin and Bii seemed to be the kind of people to have an aversion to such filthy things, perhaps she had been wrong about them.

SPPLLOORRPTT~

Another tingle flowed through, and her toes involuntarily flexed. “This feels very different from when I have an accident while working.” She thought. Usually, she had to try her best to resist the urge to defecate, causing her to strain and making the entire experience very stressful for her body. Now, it was freely seeping out aided by her compromising position. She sighed once more “I can feel my body melting in relief.” As she continued to soil herself Kimo had to resist the urge to close her eyes and lay there in a daze. Then the feeling of her shorts starting to slip down, encumbered by the excess weight made her realize her rear was not stopping.

SSLLlllLLLoooOOOrrRRRppppPPttTTTtt~

Her shorts had reached their max capacity and her exit was now fully exposed. Another wave hit “There’s so much!” The mess was now piling on top of her stretched out shorts. It had been several days since the last time she had pooped, she naturally had large movements, but she rarely managed to overflow this much. “I must have been overworking myself…” she recalled all the favors she had done recently “…to eat all that fruit.” Kimo had eaten more than double her usual amount multiple times recently. “This must have been why I was so stiff the past few days.” Her body primarily sustained itself with magic, the excess food must have been what through her internal balance off.

Finally, the muddy swamp that filled her shorts calmed and the landslide caused by all the overflow settled. Kimo raised her head and reached back to feel the damage. She felt the moist squishy bulge in her pants and instinctively started to form a plan to clean up. “I should ask Bii and Asin about more of these Yo-Ga poses…” this one had worked wonders and through her short research Kimo knew their where many poses she did not yet know of. “…and tips about how to clean the mat when I’m done.” Asin being the one to suggest Yoga would surely know how to clean the mat. It would only get dirtier as she continued to use it and the smell would make her room a biohazard. “But for now, I should try that lotus position next…” Now that she was feeling good Kimo wanted to keep going with another position. “That one seemed easy enough.” Kimo raised up on her knees and realized what she was about to do, and continued without hesitation.

*SPLAT*

As her butt fell onto the mat mess went everywhere, out of her shorts, and into her holes. “AH!” Yo-Ga was invasive, and she reached her limit. With the sudden disturbance a horrid odor sent Kimo into a coughing fit. Trying to save herself she covered her nose, forgetting that one of her hands had been contaminated earlier. The source of the smell now coated the most vulnerable organ, Kimo began wrenching and her eyes were filled with tears.

Epilog

“HOLY SHIT KIMO!” Tsukiri stood in the door frame of the room, her pajama pants dripping from an unfortunate night’s sleep. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL!” She had covered her face with her shirt. “I CAN SMELL YOU IN MY ROOM!” Tsukiri had woken up to the stench a few minutes earlier but thought it would soon pass. When it kept getting stronger, she got overwhelmed and needed to find a way to stop it. Kimo was writhing on the mat still coughing and gaging unable to speak. With a shaky hand she pointed to the sliding door that led outside. “..Ai-cough-i-cough-ir…” Kimo cried. Tsukiri ran around Kimo carefully avoiding the mess and through the door open and stepped outside. After catching her breath, she looked to Kimo who was now lying on her back motionless having lost the will to fight.

Tsukiri put on a gasmask that she kept for such extreme occasions and dragged Kimo out to the back yard and sprayed her down with the garden hose. It took a few minutes before Kimo showed any signs of life. When Kimo came to she was naked, Tsukiri was pressure washing the mat, and several fans had been placed in her room pointing outside. Nurue would not return until after noon and was in a different outfit than she left in. When she walked in the door the residual smell ran her off into her bedroom without a word. Due to the persistent stink Kimo’s room was filled with air fresheners, quarantined for a while, and she had to sleep in the living room.