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   Mascot Fic: Wendy's

   Chapter 1

   Craptastic Can Be A Good Thing!

   By: Anime Lover

   LOLI (NYMPH), SCAT, ENEMA, PUBLIC HUMILIATION







   Disclaimer: I don't own The mascot character Wendy, the Restaurant of
Wendy's does, please don't sue!  ^_^
NOTE: if you don't know what 'Pantaloons' are, here's a link to a pic:
http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/116/8/AAAAAizb3l8AAAAAARaARA.jpg

   A group of well dressed businessmen currently occupy a meeting room,
sitting at a long table as one man, stands at one end of the table, next to
a large TV on a stand and presses the 'play' button on a nearby DVD player.

   Soon, the image of a very familiar pair of golden arches appear on the
TV, before a cheerful young girls voice is heard as the image on the screen
changes to obviously inside the building with costumers...

   "Which restaurant would you rather go to?" asks the cheerful voice. 
"The one with the silly, old yellow clown; or the one with a cheerful,
young girl!" states the voice excitedly as the screens view changes to the
inside of a different, though similar place, also with customers, but along
with various people was a young, red-haired, freckled girl in a blue and
white stripped blouse that revealed much of her belly and a matching long
skirt that reached her feet but flares out from the quick spin she does
onscreen revealing her blue and white stocking and the knee-length
Pantaloon underwear.  The girl seems surprised from the lifting of her
skirt and quickly lowers her hands down to push the skirt down, looking up
at the camera with a smiling blush.  "Hehe, I thought so... So leave the
clown to the kids, and visit Wendy's!" states the girl happily, before
standing up straight and placing her hands behind her back.  "We have
specials everyday... I'm sure you'll fine 'something' you like..." she
adds, with a smirk and wink, before turning and walking away from the
camera and the screen fades to black.

   The man that started the video, looks back to the group in front of him,
before he could say something though, one of the men to his right on the
left side of the table says...

   "She only made one comment about the food, and it wasn't that great."

   The unfortunate man was met with a stapler to the head, knocking him
back to the floor with a crash before the man at the end of the table slams
his fist to the table.

   "That's not the point!" he states angrily.  "She's right!" he declares,
pointing his other hand to the black screen beside him.  "Who makes up more
than seventy percent of our customers!?"

   "Um, men?" answers one man.

   "Exactly!" replies the angered man.  "What man in their right mind would
visit a restaurant with a CLOWN when he has the option to go to one with an
attractive young girl he can rape with his eyes all day long!?"

   There was a short period of silence as the other men looks around the
room at each other wondering whether they should answer, but they didn't
need to as the angered man continues, with another slam of his hand to the
table.

   "They wouldn't!  That's the point!  Ever sense Wendy's got the idea to
bring their mascot to life, our profits have dropped nearly thirty percent!
We're losing customers to a little girl!  I want suggestions, how can we
turn this around?"

   "Y-Yanno..." begins one man.  "The Wendy's Girl will actually sit with a
customer and talk to them while they eat, and if you ask her, she'll-"

   Before he could finish though, the other man, asks, "And how would you
know this?"

   "U-Uh..." replies the man nervously.

   Soon, the DVD player suddenly met the nervous mans head, knocking him
down out of his chair, causing him to see little yellow birds circling his
head.

   "I got it!" gasps one man.

   "What is it?" asks the one at the end of the table.

   "Instead of changing our image, let's just change Wendy's."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, what if, we can somehow do something to cause the Wendy's girl's
fanbase to dislike her, then they wouldn't have customers and they'd come
back to us."

   "Hmm, I like it, do you have an idea of how to accomplish this?"

   "I do actually, and even if it doesn't work, if people don't dislike
her, the girl would be so embarrassed she'd quit."

   "Perfect!  When can you begin?"

   "Tomorrow morning, when the girl is arriving to work."

   "Great!"

   - next morning The young red-haired teen walks into the restaurant,
dressed in a pink shirt and blue jeans and makes her way into a small
office, where she closes and locks the door before heading to a small
closet and opening it, revealing her 'uniform', smiling at the sight of it
before she begins to remove her clothes.

   The girl's name, amusingly, was Wendy, and she loved her job!  Like many
teens her age, she loved fast food and Wendy's just happened to be her
favorite, partly because she shared the same name, the food wasn't bad
ether.  It was during one of many visits to the restaurant that one of her
friends suggested that she see if the local Wendy's was hiring, the
red-head was currently looking for a part-time job.  Her friend encouraged
her to ask, commenting that she actually resembles the pictured mascot,
bright red hair and freckles.  With her friends 'encouragement' Wendy asks
if the place was hiring and her friend quipped in 'Doesn't she look just
the mascot?  I bet if you guys had the clothes she wears, my friend here
would be a hit!' with that comment, gave the person in charge of hiring an
idea...

   And so, that's how the girl named Wendy, became the real life mascot of
the popular fast food chain.

   First came styling her hair into two pony-tails and after many comments
from customers and workers that she looked like the pictured mascot, Wendy
decided to try and find similar clothes that the mascot wore, which was
actually quite difficult seeing as that style of clothing was quite old and
out of date, but luckily, her mom was great at making clothes, so
eventually, the day came were Wendy walked into the restaurant fully
dressed in a blue and white stripped dress, complete with the pony-tails.
Everyone in the building stopped immediately in what they were doing to
gaze at the sight, which Wendy could only observe nervously for a moment
before wave and wave of praise and complements from various people, mostly
men, but a few women dotting the crowd.  From that day on, Business
continued to rise and rise and while Wendy's 'official' job was to take
orders, it soon began to divert from that to mostly eye-candy for the
customers.

   However, as Wendy enjoyed all the attention, one small thing nagged her
in the back of her mind, her choice of underwear, she wore regular panties.
It wasn't like she was flashing people, so it wasn't 'that' big a deal, but
for Wendy, judging from the style of clothing, she assumed regular, or
'modern' panties weren't wore with it.  So wanting to be as close to the
real thing, Wendy began searching the internet for the appropriate
underwear and it surprisingly didn't take long to find what she was looking
for, Pantaloons, Wendy found the strange looking underwear odd, but wanting
to go the whole nine, she managed to buy a pair.  The first few weeks,
Wendy wore her panties under the Pantaloons, but soon figured, that sense
the long-legged underwear was, well, underwear, she began to wear just the
Pantaloons and found the spacious underwear quite comfortable.

   Now naked in the small room, her clothes at her feet beside her, Wendy
reaches into the closet to retrieve the top of her uniform...

   It wasn't long before Wendy wanted to try a more 'modernized' look with
the Character Wendy's appearance, so instead of a one piece dress, she
removes the stomach area, using a short blouse, the lower half of the
uniform remained largely the same, although, she kept wearing the
'old-style underwear' as she called them.

   After putting on the top, Wendy takes the pantaloons and slides them
one, giggling a little from the mild ticklish sensation of the loose fabric
brushing over her lightly pubed labia.  Following the underwear, was the
long skirt.

   Now fully dressed, there was just one more thing to take care of,
styling her hair into two pony-tails, placing her other clothes into the
small closet, Wendy leaves the room and heads into a nearby bathroom, where
she uses the mirror to braid her hair.

   - Thirty minutes later The restaurant was now open to serve, although
morning wasn't exactly a busy time, it was around the middle of the day
that the place became alive with people.

   So now, Wendy sat at one of the many tables, eating a sandwich and a few
fries.

   It wasn't too long until Wendy saw the first customer of the day walk
through the front door, she takes a few quick bites more of the sandwich
before throwing it and the fries away, quickly swallowing the food in her
mouth and heading to meet the customer.  Wendy saw two adult males, both
dressed casually, wearing sunglasses and one held what appeared to be a
foot-long cylinder, twirling it in his hands as he and his friend walk into
the restaurant.

   "Hi!" greets Wendy with a cheerful smile.  "Welcome to Wendy's!"

   "Ahh, so you're the new mascot, huh?" comments the man to the right, the
one without the cylinder who had short blonde hair.  "You definitely look
like her."

   "Pretty cute too." Adds the other main who currently tapes the cylinder
on his right shoulder, who has black hair.

   "Thanks!" replies Wendy, her cheeks getting a little red from the
complement.  "What can I get you?"

   "Actually..." begins the blonde one.  "We'd just like a moment of your
time."

   "Well..." replies Wendy, smiling at the duo, "Clearly your new here, my
time isn't free, you have to order something first."

   "I see, well, are you on the menu?"

   "Heh, not that kind of place mister..." replies Wendy, smiling at the
man with a playful sternness on her face.

   "Hehe, of course!  I was just kidding!"

   "Sure you were." Comments Wendy, grinning at the man, before walking
away towards the counters.  "But don't worry, you're not the first to ask
that question."

   The two men walk in front of the counter as Wendy walks behind it and
she adds, with a smirk...

   "Just so you know though, I'm required to say no."

   The black-haired man comments with a smirk of his own, "But, saying and
doing are two different things."

   Wendy simply smiles as if silently agreeing before asking, "So, what
will it be?"

   The two men order just a sandwich, which after giving the blonde man the
bag with their order, Wendy walks from behind the counter and towards the
two men.

   "So, now that you'd ordered something, I'm yours for a few minutes, or
until more people come."

   "OK, you have anyplace her more private?" asks the blonde man.

   "I told you..." replies Wendy, placing her hands to her hips.  "This
isn't that kind of place."

   "I know, I know, I'm not planning to do anything like that." Replies the
man with a smile.

   Wendy eyes the man suspiciously, while she knew heading to a room alone
with a strange man wasn't smart at all, occasionally, if the men were
'generous' in the right way, she'd give them a little alone time with her,
but that was for returning customers and it never went very far.

   This man was new plus it wasn't long after his arrival that he had
become, suggestive, in his speaking...

   "Tell ya what I'll do..." states Wendy.  "See that wall there?" she
adds, pointing to her right to where all the optional things like Ketchup,
salt and napkins where.  "I'll agree to go behind the wall there with you,
if, you know the password." She adds, with a smile.

   "Password huh?" replies the man with a smirk as he reaches into his left
pocket and pulls out two green bills and offer them to the girl, who talks
them and eyes the man.

   "You won't get much with this."

   "I'm not asking for much." Replies the man.  "Just a moment of your
time, three minute max."

   Wendy quickly places her left hand over her mouth, suppressing a giggle.

   "Wow, just three minutes?"

   The blonde man was puzzled for a moment at what the girl found funny,
but soon realizes and his cheeks going red.

   "That's not what I'm talking about, just come on!" he states, grabbing
the teen by the arm and pulling her behind the wall, as his friend
followed.

   "Wait a minute, your friend is going to be a part of it too?" asks the
red-head.

   Before the blonde could answer, his friend reaches into his pocket and
pulls out a fifty.

   "Enough of a 'password' for you?"

   "Ohh!  Now that what I'm talking about!" replies Wendy, taking the bill
and lifting it up to the light.

   "Now that your satisfied..." states the blonde man.  "Turn around and
bend over."

   Wendy quickly frowns at the man.  "I don't do penetration."

   "We're not going to fu*k you." Replies the man.

   "Then what do you want me to bend over for then?"

   The blonde man looks to his friend and states, "Show her." Which the man
then removes one end of the cylinder he was holding and removes a large,
syringe with a clearish-white fluid in it.

   "Wait a minute..." gasps Wendy, seeing the large syringe.  "You wanna
inject that stuff in my butt?"

   "Smart girl." Comments the blonde man.  "We just want to play a little
game.  We want to see how long you can hold this liquid inside."

   "You two are weird, I've never done something like that before."

   The blonde man reaches into his pocket again an presented another bill
in front of the girl.

   "How about trying something new?"

   Smiling at the sight of the large numbered bill, Wendy asks, "I can go
to the bathroom if I need to right?"

   "Sure." Replies the man.

   "Ok, deal!" states the girl grinning and taking the bill and placing the
four bills she now had in the right cup of her bra, before turning around
and bending over, lifting her skirt, causing the two men to chuckle.

   "Wow, even down to the underwear." Comments the man with the Syringe.

   Blushing from the comment, Wendy pulls her underwear down just enough to
reveal her rear and reaches her left hand between her legs to press the
cotton against her labia, not wanting the two men to see that part of her.

   "Nice little butt you have there." Comments the blonde man, reaching out
his hands to grasp her cheeks and spread them with an embarrassed gasp from
her as she feels the air brushing over her exposed brown ring.

   "W-Watch where you put your hands." States Wendy.

   "Don't worry, just wanna give my friend a clear view."

   With a simply 'Ok.' from her, the blonde man looks to his friend and
nods, before speaking to the girl.  "Ok, here it comes..."

   Wendy soon gasps out in surprise feeling the thin nub of the plastic
syringe inserted into her rear, clinching around it, before gasping out
again from feeling the fluid entering her rectum.

   "I-It feels weird..." comments Wendy, her brown ring clinching around
the nub repeatedly and her blush deepening on her cheeks.

   Only about ten seconds later though, she feels the last of the fluid
enter her and the nub was removed, allowing her anus to clinch closed
tightly before the hands leaves her rear and she pulls up her underwear and
turns around, with one hand behind her to her rear as she shifts her legs
one after another, and her reddened face expressing worry.

   "Hehe, you look pretty anxious." States the blonde man.  "Are you ok?"

   "Y-Yeah, it just feels weird..." she answers, slowly moving her hand
back to her side and looking up at the man.  "All I do is hold it in, and I
can go to the bathroom if it gets too bad, right?"

   "Right." Replies the man with a smile.

   Wendy soon notices another customer outside walking towards the
building.

   "OK, gotta get back to work now, and thanks for the 'passwords'." States
Wendy, with a smile as she walks away from the two.

   "Hey..." begins the man with the now empty syringe, placing it back into
the cylinder, to his friend.  "I thought the plan was for her 'not' to get
to the backroom?"

   The Blonde man smiles at his friend.

   "It is, she can go to the bathroom, but it's not likely she'll make it
there in time.  Once that special fluid is absorbed into her body in the
next ten minutes, all we have to do then is wait and enjoy the show.  After
all, if I told her she couldn't use the bathroom, she wouldn't have
agreed."

   "Heh, nice on the fly thinking, we didn't have to use the original plan
of basically forcing her down and injecting the stuff in her."

   "Yep, all it cost us was a hundred and fifteen dollars, a small price to
pay to get our customers back.

   "But it's no wonder this place is popular if that girl is willing to do
things for money."

   "Welcome to Wendy's!  What's your order?" asks the red-head behind the
counter, smiling at her current customer, an adult female appearing to be
in her mid twenties.

   As the woman began to order her food and Wendy pressing the buttons on
the register corresponding to what the woman wanted, she feels a small
trail of the mystery fluid that was injected into her rectum, going down
her right inner thigh, causing her to immediately clench the ring of
muscles as the woman finishes her order.

   "Oh and it's for here." States the woman.

   "Ok, your order comes to $11.76."

   After receiving the money and giving the change, Wendy notices A small
group of teens enter and half heading to the cashier to her right, a male
dressed in the regular uniform.  The other half of the group lines up in
front of her.

   "Hey!  You look just like the mascot!" comments one of the girls
directly in front of her.  "You looks so cute too!"

   "Thanks." Replies Wendy, smiling from the complement, before more soon
came, from other girl's and the few boys that were with them.

   Other than a few reinforcing holds on the fluid in her rectum, much of
the morning passes without incident and oddly enough, about ten minutes
later, the uncomfortable nagging in her rear completely went away and the
teen happily figured she had made herself a quick one hundred and fifteen
dollars, there was no longer any need for her to go to the bathroom.  So
the day continued to progress like any other, more and more people came, as
well as more complements.

   However...

   "Hi, welcome to Wendy's, what's your Ohder!?" she asks, a gasp of shock
mixing into her last word as she feels a sudden pressure against her laxed
anus which she immediately clenches closed, her whole body visibly going
ridged for a moment as her eyes widen.

   "Is something wrong?" asks the woman in front of her.

   Wendy's face quickly reddens before placing a smile back on her face.

   "I-It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something."

   "Oh, ok, well, I'll have a number five." Requests the woman.

   "Ok." Replies Wendy as she thinks, 'Why do I suddenly have to take a
crap so bad right now!?  And there's still a bunch of people in line!'

   Wendy had a strong urge to place a hand behind her and press into her
rear to try and aid her holding, but, she knew that wouldn't look very good
behind the counter of a fast food restaurant.  So, she tried keep up a
smiling face and get through the line of customers she had, then hurry to
the bathroom.  But the fact that her choice of clothing was so loose
against her rear, she lacked the extra, though small, support that a pair
of jeans gave, so the unfortunate girl was completely alone in her rectal
struggle.  The thought of such loose underwear also cause her to shiver in
worry that if she did lose control, there was nothing to really 'contain'
the mess.

   "Ok, that'll be $9.68." Replies Wendy.

   With each customer, the urge seemed to get more and more intense, the
continued clinching of her anus with no brief laxing for fear of losing her
hold had caused the muscled to weaken from the continued strain, she could
feel her clinching hold slipping from her, she needed to give the muscles a
brief break, but she didn't want to risk that break opening the gates.

   The cheerful expression on her face as starting to waver as her face was
already flushed red and her forehead shone with a nervous sweat; Waist down
though, her nervousness was more apparent as her right foot rapidly
bounces.

   As she began to take the next person's order, she began to think, 'I
don't know if I can make it to the last one...'

   Despite a gradually weakening sphincter, Wendy manages to surprise
herself as she was soon serving the last person of her line, a young girl
about the age of twelve or thirteen.

   "W-What's your order?" Asks Wendy with a smile.

   "Two large Fries." Answers the girl.

   "Ok, that'll be-AH!"

   It happened so quick, the gasp left her lips before she could do
anything!  Wendy's tired sphincter had betrayed her!  It suddenly relaxed
and Wendy felt a log slide right out of her before she could gain control
of her anus again and clinch down as hard as she could, while she felt the
weighty log sit in the bottom of her right leg of her underwear.

   "Is something wrong?" asks the young girl.

   From her loud gasp, Wendy could see many eyes on her, before she feels a
soft log slowly yawning her anus and slipping past the clinching ring of
muscles.

   "I-I'm sorry!  I gotta go!" replies Wendy, red-faced as she quickly
leaves her spot, placing her left hand back against her rear, using her
other hand to push her way through a few people in her haste.

   As she passes a few people though, with the movement of her legs, she
feels another log smoothly slide out of her.  In her rush though, and the
distraction of the second log leaving her slick anus, Wendy gasps again as
her right foot steps on the him of her skirt, pulling it down to her thighs
as she falls to the floor, throwing her hands out to catch herself,
however, the shock of tripping, was the final straw as she feels what seems
like one long, soft log leaving her, gathering between her legs as the
sheer amount of waste began to rise high enough to touch the back of her
spacious underwear, causing a brown tint of color to be seen.

   Hearing many gasps around her, Wendy quickly reaches her left hand
behind her to pull up the waist of her skirt over her underwear.

   "I'm sorry!  I Can't stop it!  I'm sorry!" she declares, tears trailing
down her face as she feels more and more soft logs gliding out of her laxed
anus and filling her underwear.

   As she began to look away from the customers around her, she caught a
glimpse of the of the two men she meet earlier, leaving, seeing the blonde
one look back to her with a grin.

   'Did they want this to happen!?' thinks Wendy, anger now joining her
embarrassment.

   As she felt her pooping take a break, she feels a hand on her right
shoulder and looks in that direction and sees a man smiling down at her.

   "It's ok, you don't have to feel bad; these things happen."

   Puzzled by the mans lack of disgust, Wendy couldn't reply before she
notices a second man kneel down in front of her.

   "Yanno, the sight of a desperate girl is such an amazing sight to me."
States the other man with a blush on his cheeks.

   Wendy was even more puzzled.

   "Really?" she questions.

   "I agree." States a woman.

   "Yeah, A cute girl being desperate and not making it to the bathroom in
time is such a turn on!" adds another man.

   "So, none of you are disgusted by my accident?" asks Wendy.

   Many of the people answered with a 'no', while one guys comments, "I'd
like to see it again!"

   A smile quickly returns to Wendy's face as she sits up on her knees,
feeling the mass of poop in her underwear fall down both legs as she wipes
her tears away.

   "Well, I still have more in me, if the price is right, I'll finish right
here if you want."

   The crowd immediately agreed to this as Wendy smiles wide as green paper
rained down around her, before looking back to the men from earlier who
stood at the doors in shock.

   'Heh, talk about loyal fans, these people are gonna tell all there
friends about seeing the Wendy's girl crap herself; thanks for the boost in
business, jerks!' thinks Wendy with a smirk towards the two men.

   Wendy soon closes her eyes and bears down, pushing more logs of poop
from her rear as the crowd around her ogled the sight of the exertion on he
face.

   'Heh, paid to poop... I so love this job...'
   END ^_^