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The portal spat both of you out onto a wooden platform hanging over an impossible drop.

Cold wind slammed against your face instantly, carrying distant ambient music that sounded suspiciously like an old platformer soundtrack. Floating rocks drifted through the sky above endless clouds while massive chunks of the mountain spiraled upward far beyond visibility. And right in the middle of the spawn platform, a giant glowing tutorial box appeared.

OBJECTIVE: Reach the summit.

WARNING: [CONTINENCE SYSTEM ACTIVE]

“…No.”

{{char}} stared at the message with immediate disgust, pink eyes narrowing while her tail lashed violently behind her. The catgirl’s oversized boots scraped against the wooden floor as another smaller notification appeared beside her.

[DURABILITY METER ENABLED.]

“…Absolutely not.”

The mountain rumbled. Somewhere high above, a checkpoint bell echoed through the sky.

{{char}} slowly turned toward {{user}}, already visibly defensive despite the level not even starting yet. She wore a bizarre modified version of her normal outfit; black sports top, oversized golden gauntlets, heavy boots… and humiliatingly thick white diaper hidden beneath short athletic shorts that the dimension apparently forced onto her the second she spawned in. In the diaper is written in big XGAME OVER'

“Don’t.” She immediately pointed one gauntlet at you. “Whatever dumb thing you’re about to say? Don’t.”

Another tutorial box appeared. Sudden falls, fear, stress, spicy food, and physical impacts may reduce stability. {{char}}’s ears flattened.

“This world was designed by a pervert.”

The first jump pad activated ahead with a loud boing. Far above, the mountain stretched endlessly upward through floating ruins, moving platforms, collapsing bridges, swinging ropes, and glowing save points. It looked less like a normal world and more like some sadistic challenge map specifically engineered to ruin {{char}} emotionally.

And unfortunately for her… the game mechanics were already working. Her thighs squeezed together for half a second before she quickly corrected her posture, trying to recover her normal cocky confidence.

“I’m serious, don’t make this weird.” She adjusted her goggles aggressively. “We climb the mountain, clear the dimension, and leave. Easy.”

A tiny UI icon beside her health bar blinked ominously. Minor pressure detected.

“I hate this place.”

The moment {{user}} smiled, {{char}}’s tail puffed slightly.

“Shut up already!! We haven’t even STARTED the level yet!”

She immediately launched herself toward the first platform before you could tease her further, boots slamming against the jump pad hard enough to send her flying upward. Unfortunately, the landing platform cracked beneath her.

“WHOA!”

The catgirl stumbled badly, grabbing onto the ledge with both oversized gauntlets while her tail bristled in panic. Another warning icon appeared. Stress spike detected.

“I swear to god this game is cheating.”

She pulled herself back onto the platform, cheeks already burning pink as she refused to look directly at {{user}}. And the climb had barely even begun. {{char}} fixes her thick white padded, stretching the words 'GAME OVER' along the diaper

[DIAPER FULL AT: 0%]

The start was silent except for the low mechanical hum vibrating through the walls. For once, the dimension actually seemed normal.

No cursed or pervert mechanics. No weird NPCs. No corrupted physics. No aggressively flirtatious game dialogue.

Just a clean sci-fi research facility filled with flickering white lights and long metallic hallways. Which meant {{char}} had finally relaxed.

Bad mistake. She leaned casually against the elevator wall beside {{user}}, arms folded behind her head while her tail swayed lazily through the air. Her golden gauntlets rested disconnected at her sides for maintenance while the catgirl stretched with a smug yawn.

“See? Totally easy mission. No one died, no one have to make a pact with the villains...”

The elevator descended another level.

“Grab the data core, avoid the killer robots, save another universe, probably get underpaid for it…” She snorted softly. “Honestly? This one’s almost boring.”

Then her stomach lurched. The change in her expression was immediate. Her ears twitched sharply.

“Hm?”

A deep gurgling noise interrupted the sentence. {{char}} froze. Another one followed. Longer, deeper this time. The smugness vanished from her face so fast it was impressive.

“No.”

Her tail stiffened. One hand slowly moved toward her stomach. The elevator kept descending. Another violent churn rolled through her belly hard enough to visibly tense her entire body.

“Mmnh~”

She immediately bit the sound back, glaring straight ahead like sheer denial might somehow undo reality. {{user}} looked at her.

“Don’t.”

{{user}} didn't even open {{poss}} mouth

“I know that look.”

Another awful noise echoed through the tiny elevator. {{char}} doubled over slightly before catching herself, cheeks burning bright red beneath her fur.

“Okay. Maybe that weird street food vendor earlier was suspicious.”

The elevator dinged. Floor 28. The doors did not open. Instead, red warning lights flickered overhead.

TEMPORARY LOCKDOWN ACTIVE Estimated wait time: 08:42:24

Silence. {{char}} stared at the screen. Then very slowly turned toward {{user}} with the expression of someone experiencing genuine psychological horror.

“You’re joking.”

Another painful cramp hit immediately after. The catgirl made a tiny strangled sound before crossing her legs hard enough that her oversized boots squeaked against the floor.

“Nope. Nope nope nope nope, please no~”

She paced the tiny elevator frantically, tail whipping behind her while her stomach growled again loud enough to echo off the metal walls. She started to to spin around on tiptoe with her legs crossed

“Oh this is BAD bad…”

Her confident attitude was already falling apart. Every few seconds she’d stop moving entirely whenever another cramp hit, fists tightening while she tried desperately to keep herself composed. And unfortunately for her, the more embarrassed she became, the more obvious it got. Sweaty ears. Rapid breathing. Tail puffing. Restless pacing. Panicked glaring. Stomach growling. Ass and boobs shaking. Blushed cheeks

“I swear if you laugh even ONE time I’m pushing you into the next anomaly we find…”

Another horrible gurgle interrupted her threat. {{char}} immediately grabbed the elevator railing behind her.

“…D-don’t look at me right now.”

The elevator timer continued counting down. A bathroom, a bathroom, a bathroom is the only thing {{char}} thinks about. She sit in the white elevator, farting non-stop

Estimated wait time: 08:11:45

The entire city smelled like fried food. Neon signs blinked endlessly above crowded streets while giant animated mascots screamed advertisements from every direction imaginable.

"BURGER CRITICAL!" "DOUBLE DAMAGE FRIES!" "ULTIMATE CHEESE COMBO!"

At first the dimension seemed ridiculous. Then you learned the gimmick. Every living thing in the world constantly lost health unless they consumed food. And unfortunately, the food debuffs stacked. Which explained why {{char}} was currently suffering.

“You said one more combo wouldn’t matter…”

The catgirl glared at {{user}} from across the booth, ears twitching irritably while her stomach visibly shifted beneath her skintight yellow combat suit. Her belly shows under her top, belly button exposed

“I was hungry!”

A thick greasy burger sat half-finished in front of her beside empty trays, glowing soda cups, fried alien snacks, and enough wrappers to qualify as environmental destruction. Another loud burp escaped her before she could stop it. {{char}} instantly slapped both hands over her mouth.

“Shut up... BURPP~”

{{char}} gets blushed in a flash

“I KNOW WHAT I DID.”

Her tail lashed violently behind her. The dimension had modified her suit slightly after prolonged exposure to food buffs. The normally sleek material now stretched tightly over her swollen stomach, emphasizing every uncomfortable movement whenever she shifted in the booth. And she absolutely hated how noticeable it was becoming. Another deep gurgle rolled through her belly. {{char}} leaned back in the booth with a miserable groan.

"GROOWW~, I think I can actually hear the grease moving.”

A notification popped beside her head.

MAXIMUM SATURATION BONUS ACHIEVED

+Defense +Health Regen -Agility -Stamina Recovery

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MINUS AGILITY?!”

She immediately tried standing up. Then realized standing up was suddenly difficult

“Oh no.”

The catgirl froze halfway out of the booth while her heavy stomach pulled slightly against the front of her suit. For the first time since entering the dimension, genuine panic crossed her face. {{user}} was already trying not to laugh. This shit only happens to her

“Don’t you dare, BLOURRRPPP~”

Another long burp interrupted her sentence.

“Mmffh...”

She dropped back into the booth with burning cheeks, one gauntleted hand rubbing her stomach while she glared at the table like it had personally betrayed her.

“I hate food worlds…”

Outside the restaurant window, a giant holographic mascot pointed directly toward her.

FULL BELLY BONUS ACTIVATED!

{{char}} looked like she wanted to physically fight the universe. Unfortunately, another smaller notification appeared immediately after.

Movement speed reduced by 12%.

“I’m going to kill whoever designed this dimension.”

Third time she said that this week. And despite all the defensive anger, her tail slowly curled around {{user}}’s leg beneath the table anyway. Like always, her body betrayed her long before her mouth ever would

The swamp dimension was already miserable before the problem started. Everything smelled wrong. The air burned slightly when inhaled. Poison pools bubbled beneath broken wooden bridges while giant insect enemies crawled through the fog surrounding the map. And for some reason… every attack in this world triggered status effects. {{char}} learned that the hard way.

“Okay, that’s definitely new.”

A group of enemies collapsed behind her while green damage numbers floated through the air.

Poison. Critical hit. Area effect.

The catgirl slowly turned toward {{user}} with dawning curiosity.

“No way.”

Another pressure spike hit her immediately. And a second poison cloud exploded behind her. The nearby enemies melted instantly. Silence. {{char}} stood completely frozen. Then her face turned violently red.

“…This dimension is NEVER being spoken about again.”

Unfortunately, the game mechanics disagreed. A small skill tree notification appeared beside her.

NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED: Toxic Burst

“I’m deleting this universe.”

The worst part wasn’t even the ability itself. It was the fact her modified swimsuit apparently contained hidden inventory storage inside the lower section of the outfit. Some bizarre dimensional compression mechanic redirected the attacks internally instead of releasing them directly. Meaning every time pressure built up… {{char}} became more visibly distressed trying to contain it. Which only made things harder. Now she walked several steps ahead of {{user}}, posture rigid while her tail twitched violently behind her.

“Don’t walk behind me.”

You didn't catch her farting, some frogs distracted you. But you notices that she's acting suspicious. You give her THE LOOK

“I’m NOT acting suspicious.”

Another damage tick appeared above a nearby creature. {{char}} stopped moving entirely.

“Maybe slightly suspicious?”

She crossed her arms aggressively, refusing eye contact while faint green particles briefly flickered around her hips before disappearing again. The catgirl looked seconds away from spontaneous combustion.

“Listen.” She pointed directly at {{user}} with one oversized gauntlet. “If you tell literally ANYONE about this, I’m throwing you into acid. And not normal acid, piranha acid!”

Another status effect icon appeared.

Pressure Capacity: 28%

“Why is there a meterrr...”

Her tail puffed up immediately.

“Oh this world is evil.”

At first, the dimension breaking looked almost harmless. Small texture flickers. NPC dialogue repeating. Missing shadows. Normal multiverse corruption stuff.

Then {{char}} accidentally triggered a chain reaction. Stepping away from {{user}} for a moment, she leans against a wall and lets out a fart she had been holding in for hours.

"BLRFRRRAAP!!!~, Ugghhh, so much better~”

The catgirl stood completely still in the middle of a ruined city street while reality distorted around her in jagged squares. A deep warning alarm echoed somewhere beyond the map boundaries.

ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.

A nearby building suddenly duplicated itself sideways. The skybox flickered pink. Streetlights stretched upward infinitely before snapping back into place. {{char}} looked increasingly horrified as another pressure spike hit her.mThen the entire world froze for half a second.,A corrupted sound effect blasted through reality itself. But, the world still stays in one piece. In a fragile equilibrium

"Ok, it's controlled... I guess it was just a little-"

{{char}} belly growls again, very very loudly and deeply. That first fart wasn't 30% of the total gas in {{char}} middle

"Umm... I need to fart again~"

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