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Small Island of the Big Trouble	By : Evangelion04 Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 10163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After taking a nervous stroll on the deck, Robin decided she was ready to see Chopper. Chopper was never interested in human bodies the way other humans were. Whether because he was a deerman or because he was a young boy, his sexuality never showed up and Robin thought it to be nonexistent. Adventures the Strawhat pirates had, never really allowed the crew to exercise their sexuality, so it was no wonder Chopper's own feelings and desires never got to form or at least develop. This made her somewhat at ease and she felt more comfortable with the fact that she was to discuss intimate health issues with someone who she didn't have to impress with her woman parts.

Sounds coming from inside the infirmary made it clear for Robin that the little doctor was still inside, doing whatever it is that he said he will be doing. Carefully, like a child visiting the principal's office, Robin opened the door and stepped inside the small room. Chopper looked up at her from his raised chair and gave her a reassuring smile. He was expecting her.

"Well, here I am", said Robin flawlessly hiding her slight unease.

"Ah good good. Have a seat. Tell me what's been troubling you Robin."

"Hm, well in the past few weeks, I had some unease in my stomach. Cramps and slight aches."

"Oh I see", he said, relieved.

"Yes but, it has gotten worse since." A small frown appeared on Chopper's face. "Lately, I couldn't go to the toilet at all. For a number of days now, actually."

"I see", doctor said. "I will give you a little something that will mop up the bad stuff in your stomach and help you go."

"Yes, about that." Robin hesitated for just a second. "It's not that I don't have the need to go. I just, can't. ...it's stuck."

Chopper didn't quite understand. "What's stuck?"

"The stuff I have to poop out, Chopper", Robin said in a voice she would use with children. "It can't come out."

She was no longer uncomfortable, the image of sweet little boy calmed her as usual. Now all that was left to do is that she asks for his help. She felt like a mother coming to her child for a favor, asking for its toys.

Chopper seemed to have understood her problem and his face gained a tint of disbelief. Right when Robin thought that he would be immature about it, the deerboy spoke full of determination.

"I know just the thing, Robin! I need to make it, but it wont take too long. Come back in about half an hour and I'll show you how to use it."

"There's another thing. I think I may have some sort of parasite in my stool, too", she added.

"Parasite?", Chopper was surprised. His face was unbelievably easy to read. Immediately he thought of Sanji, the famous cook, person who took the greatest care for those he fed. Some parasite to have come from the food - it seemed unbelievable really. Chopper went to speak up but then he stopped, confused.

"Are you sure, Robin?"

"I am quite sure."

"...but if you haven't been to the toilet successfully, how could you know for sure?"

"Lets not go that much into details", she responded mildly. "Can you take my word for it?"

"Of course", the doctor immediately complied. "Then when you come back, I will have to examine you. I may need a stool sample as well."

Robin shifted uncomfortably as the urge to defecate came back.

"If you don't mind, I would like to stay here while you do it. I don't feel too good."

"Not at all!", Chopper's eyes glistened with worry. "I will start making the medicine immediately. I will work double as fast!"

Normally, she would tell him not to strain himself or work too hard for her sake, but now she felt that a sense of urge was properly in place. She said nothing and gave him a smile in return.

Chopper rushed to his little closet and opened its screaky door. Inside were several big jars, some instruments and a couple of small wooden barrels. He reached out for one of these, pulled it out and dragged it next to his desk.

"I would normally make a smaller dose, but since it takes some time to divide myrrh in pieces, I'll make it directly in the barrel. That way you'll be sure to have enough of it!", deerboy was talking as he opened the lid of the cask. Inside was something yellow and it seemed to be in a solid state.

Confirming the content of the small container, doctor turned to his drawers. After some rummaging, he pulled out a couple of instruments and a small vial. In a small glass bowl he poured water and mixed it with the liquid from the vial. He then started heating the bowl while mixing the fluids inside. After a while, a heavy blue smoke began to rise from the mixture. At that point, he added a small tablet which only increased the amount of smoke. He then emptied the content of the bowl into the small barrel at his side. Similar smoke began to appear and Chopper went back to the open cabinet.

Robin curiously watched as the boy returned with some sort of mixing instrument. He inserted it into the cask and started stirring. It seems the concrete stuff from the barrel turned to gelatin. After breaking down the residual solid mass while letting out a few small heaves, Chopper looked up at his patient. She had a barely noticeable frown on her face.

"This is a gel you will have to massage onto your butt once a day, every day." He kept stirring the mass inside the cask which started making subtle, boiling sounds. "It will help your skin there became much more elastic. It also has a skin renewing effect so if you had problems with constipation, stretching, tearing or anything similar, it should fix it for you."

Robin gave him an encouraging nod. An image of her grotesque hemorrhoids flashed before her eyes. She wanted those gone. Recent development significantly wounded her feminine ego - she was not a flaunting woman, but she was aware of her beauty and cherished it greatly. Superficial beauty didn't actually rank high in her book, but as a proud woman, it still held importance in her mind. All of this... It made her feel ugly and tainted.

"Oh and I should mention it, in case you get unlucky", Chopper continued, "there could be a few uncomfortable side effects."

Robin was fighting the pressure in her rear, she couldn't care less what the side effects were. Unless they included death, she would deal with them.

"Due to some hormonal ingredients, you may experience insomnia and some mood swings. Sweating, nausea and lactation are also common. Muscles in your butt may loose up from prolonged use of the gel, so be careful when you go to the toilet, as it may prolapse. Also, you will want to go to the toilet more often and you may even get diarrhea."

'Certainly not a pleasant set of side effects', Robin thought. Once her issues are settled, she will stop using the gel and hopefully, if any of the medicine's downsides do appear, they would disappear quickly after.

"Oh and another thing", doctor spoke up again. "Some of the ingredients here are known to be very powerful aphrodisiacs. If you start... Feeling funny, know that it's normal."

'Feeling funny'. Robin would have chuckled if only her bowels weren't tormenting her already. Chopper didn't get to use too many of the sexual terms in his medicinal jargon, but he certainly had to have learned about them. They were uncommon and strange to him, so he wasn't quite sure how to act when using them. He didn't blush nor stutter, which only reaffirmed Robin's belief that the boy's sexuality was undeveloped.

"Aphrodisiac...", Robin repeated, more for herself than for Chopper. Her sex drive has been low for a long time, ever since her partnership with that cursed Shichibukai in Alabasta. Truth is, she would be clueless as to what to do with this sex drive of hers, here on this ship. She never really considered anyone of her crew mates to be her potential partner. If her drive does in fact increase, it will surely go unused. Thinking of it now though, with her stomach in knots and her ego tarnished, it all seemed like a reasonable trade off.

After about ten more minutes of intense stirring, Chopper looked inside the miniature barrel and eyed its contents. When he was satisfied with his work, he shook his hands in an attempt to shake off the fatigue.

"It's done", he said triumphantly. "But I'm afraid it wont take full effect until tomorrow, even if we use it right away."

Robin's scowl made it clear that tomorrow was unacceptable. Not only did she have to go, and go soon, but a sharp pain started to sear somewhere in her colon. It was a pain everyone, including her, experienced at some point in their life, one felt when attempts to postpone the visit to the toilet for too long, but in her current state of turmoil, Robin mistook it for something more serious.

"Worms..."

"Worms?"

"Parasites I mean... I think I can't wait till tomorrow, I am getting some serious aching... I think they may be doing something to me", Robin was talking through her teeth. She wasn't in a state of panic, but Chopper still couldn't remember if he had seen her this distressed in the past. A sense of urgency seemed to have overwhelmed the boy.

"I must do something to help Robin", he said for himself at first and then turned to face his patient. "Robin, undress and lay on the table."

She didn't object, it was bound to happen. The pain was getting stronger, it felt like an annoying cramp that just wouldn't go away. It replaced any shred of shame she still may have had, so she slowly stood up and started wobbling towards the infirmary bed. It reminded her more of an operating table than anything else. While she was leaning on the bed and awkwardly undressing her shorts and underwear with one hand, Chopper was back to his cabinet, scouring for some instruments. When he got back, he had his medical gloves on, a mouth cloth and a pair of oversized protective goggles. He was carrying a large metallic basin and an instrument that reminded Robin of barbecue tongs.

When he approached her, she was already completely nude from the waist down. The boy was significantly shorter than she was, so when he looked up, his eyes travelled along her long legs, over her exposed woomanhood ('neatly trimmed and pleasant to look at' Robin thought), an imposing bust and only then, her distressed face.

She slowly got up on the bed, one leg after another, flashing her vagina some more to the boy's face. Everything she did looked strained and slowed, Chopper must've thought she looked like woman in labor, or at least she so presumed. Once on the bed, little doctor rolled it in a position he thought would give him the best light. From its sides, he pulled out a couple of metallic arms with little cushions at their end. He instructed her to place her legs onto these. So she did, and her legs were now gloriously spread, exposing everything to the imaginary breeze in the room.

Chopper continued tampering with the mechanism bellow, after which the section that was meant to support the legs of whoever was using the bed, collapsed, effectively making the bed end just at the place where Robin's butt was laid. He took a few steps around and finally positioned himself so that he was directly facing Robin's revealing groin. Just when Robin was about to ask what she was supposed to do, Chopper seemed unsatisfied with bed's positioning, and disappeared under the bed once again, in order to tamper with its levers and wheels.

A moment later, the metallic arms that were supporting Robin's legs began pushing her knees upwards, against her chest. She could catch a glimpse of Chopper's red hat from time to time, as the doctor was making sure he positioned Robin's legs just the way he wanted. Once her knees were ridiculously close to her chest, she found herself much more spread than she originally thought she would be. On top of which, her thighs were making pressure against her stomach making the urge to release even greater.

"What do I do, Chopper", she hurried him.

He emerged from under the bed, satisfied with how she was positioned - her privates exposed as much as it was physically possible, while her bottom was hanging just a bit over the edge of the bed. He then wheeled in the supplementary table from the corner of the room, on top of which he placed the large metallic pot from before. He rolled the table in close, so that the pot was just under Robin's rear end.

Robin was trying not to think of the incoming moments, when Chopper finally issued his command:

"Alright Robin! Now push like you want to poop! I will help you break the clogged part, after that it should go easier."

With her thought processes suspended by urges and pain, Robin simply let go. A few minutes before she thought it would be difficult, impossible even, to issue her body the command to defecate while another person was looking and standing right next to her anus. But it was surprisingly easy now that she wasn't thinking about it anymore. The only thing on her mind was release, a powerful urge to feel the pressure dissipate.

She didn't even have to push. She simply stopped clenching and holding it in. Momentarily, the feces rushed towards the exit. It was so intense this time, that she felt like it was going to pass through her hole no matter what. Just as fast however, its forceful advance stopped in its tracks by her anus' inability to stretch enough. Robin allowed an almost silent desperate moan to escape her lungs. The turd was once again stuck, peeking out of her anus.

Chopper was quite ready for this though. He was standing on a small stool next to the suplementary table with the metallic bowl on it; he was facing a grown woman's vagina and a distended anal opening with a gigantic fecal cork waiting to burst forth - completely unphased. To him, this was just another medical procedure, one that will help his dear friend and crew mate, Nico Robin. He took the big tongs he prepared earlier, and carefully jammed them into the center of the mass. The anus was open wide enough for the tongs not to touch the skin at all. 'It was surprisingly hard to jam the instrument in, no wonder Robin couldn't poop this out', Chopper thought to himself.

The wide part of the tongs was now completely in, so the boy decided to start pulling out as much as he could. He closed the tweezers, crushing the poop caught within and pulled it out. It was a good chunk which he promptly discarded into the bowl in front of him. The mass from Robin's butt however, still wasn't budging. He jammed the thing in again, this time having some problems driving it completely inside, seeing as how Robin wasn't pushing as hard anymore. He was confident that this time will do the trick though. And he was very much right.

Robin was sweating on her little operating table, tormented by a combination of shame, pain and frustration. She had no time to fully process the disgrace of what was happening to her, as the cramps only got worse. She couldn't feel the first time Chopper jammed his instrument inside her, but she could feel the slight change once he removed them. It was as if though she was a step closer to relief, she could feel the feces move, even if for just a little, forward to the exit.

The second time however, she felt Chopper pushing the whole mass back in with his invasive instrument. She looked down in order to see what was happening. The only thing she could observe, thanks to her awkward position, was the tip of her vagina which was now partially spread open, with the prominent clitoris on top. Behind that was Chopper who just made a pulling motion. Just as he pulled out the second spoonful, the cumbersome turd collapsed on itself. Shrinking in size, it was now reduced enough to pass through Robin's ass.

It was by no means an easy feat to push the giant stool out of her bottom, even now. It started slowly, disfiguring under the intense pressure of Robin's anal ring, but it was steadily making progress. Robin could feel it. It was chaffing against her, it was painful and disgusting to experience, but it still brought a small smile to her face. She even chuckled in her thoughts when Chopper in his full medical outfit carefully placed his gloved hands around her anus, helping her push the damned thing out. Her joy combined with Chopper's attempt to help her eject it, reminded her of some twisted satirical version of child birth.

The turd blocking the way was surprisingly short. All that pressure and what she pushed out felt barely longer than 10 centimeters. Relaxing for a fraction of a second after hearing the *thump* in the metallic bowl, Robin realised she was not done. The urge to go was still there, now perhaps even stronger.

Before she could ever try and protest against her body's decision to continue defecating, an entire mud slide came forth. The feces literally shot out of her, as if her colon was artificially pressurised. It was still solid, but much softer than the stuff that had her clogged for days now. Robin's eyes widened as she realised that what flew out of her shot past the bowl intended for her feces, hitting only its edge and almost knocking it over. She could only follow Chopper's confused gaze that trailed somewhere to his right, wherever it landed.

Robin was now physically unable to stop defecating, and after the first pressurised pieces, a more continuous stream of much softer stool was pouring out of her. It kept coming and coming, for what seemed as an eternity to her, brown sludge was filling the bowl and splashing around it. Occasionally she would feel the irresistible need to help push it out, resulting only in more feces outside the bowl. Chopper simply held his hands in front of him, his eyes as wide as they got, helplessly watching his dear Robin soiling a portion of his office.

The feeling of relief for Nico Robin however, was unrivaled by anything she felt before. Consumed by it, she completely gave in to the urge and was simply waiting for it all to end. Sometime during the escapade she released her bladder as well, clean stream of urine rising only a bit into her view, only to fall and splash on top of the river of feces gushing out of her.

After about 30 seconds of pretty intense bowel movement, Robin's flow ceased. She stopped looking down once she saw the stream of urine rising into her view. The pleasure she felt was not sexual in the least, yet she felt guilty for exposing the boy doctor to such grotesque things and feeling good at the same time. While listening to the horrendous sounds coming from the dish she released upon, sounds of pee falling on the soft mess bellow, sounds of her bowelstuff piling up and splashing onto the porridge-like mix of stool and urine, sounds of awkward farts she had no control over - she couldn't help but think how awful things were for little Chopper down next to her waste. Not only was it surely a devastating sight to behold, but Chopper's enhanced sense of smell had to have been under under heavy attack. He seemed to have taken the experience like a champion, as he was neither speaking nor moving for the remainder of the show.

Robin felt that she was finally empty. It was a glorious feeling, she thought, almost worthy of monumental embarrassment she suffered and would suffer in the future. She had nothing left to dump, yet her irritated bowel didn't seem to agree. It kept sending signals for the brain to push, signals she couldn't interrupt with her willpower now in shambles, all resulting in a series of humiliating, high pitched farts. She couldn't tell if it was residual urine or some unknown colonal liquid that was trailing under her anus, tickling her while she farted. Humiliated and annoyed, she drove her palms into her face. The farting stopped and she just kept laying there with her hands over her face for a while.

"...Robin?", Chopper finally spoke up. "Are you alright Robin?"

His voice was calmer than she thought it would be. She didn't want to answer just yet, so she just nodded with the bottom of her palms still over her eyes. The stench was finally reaching her and it made her wriggle in her restraining bed. She moved around a bit and and then finally decided to speak.

"Could you please help me out of this bed?"

"Of cour...", his voice was lost in a mumble, revealing he was shaken at least a little by what just transpired. A few cranking sounds later, Robin's knees came down and she was finally able to move her legs. She lifted them up and awkwardly tumbled out of the bed to the side. Supporting herself with her arms on the floor, she realised she wasn't too stable on her feet. After recuperating for a moment it dawned on her that she had her ass pointed at Chopper's face. She quickly stood up intending to apologize, but she lost her words once she saw the supplementary table and the large iron plate on it.

It was now almost completely covered in her brown mess. The sheer amount of it completely stunned her. The bowl was half full with brown sludgy coils, occasional puddles of urine and god knows what, there were fecal sausages laid over the edge of the plate, like some slimy, brown eel died in the process of trying to get away from the pot. She could see her overshots which landed beyond the plate, on the far end of the table, messing up some medical instruments Chopper carelessly left there. There was even poop on the floor, smashed to an unidentifiable mess from the impact.

Robin liked to think of herself as more of a lady or a young woman, rather than a girl. There was absolutely nothing lady-like in the scenery here, nothing lady-like in the hell that just poured out of her. She averted her gaze from it all as quickly as she could. Chopper was standing in front of her, slightly confused but with a worried look on his face.

"Are you sure you're ok, Robin?", he said and Robin noticed that he too had poop on him. His little hooved arms were covered in it, probably from the initial blast which he failed to dodge while trying to help her push the clogged part out. There was some of it splattered on his chest and even the mouth cloth, probably from the nasty farts or the backsplash of the wet feces in the bowl near which he was standing.

"Yes", she answered. Realisations and the embarrassment suspended by the pain and urges, were finally flowing in. She didn't know what to do. This wasn't a common feeling for her, not knowing what should be done. "I am sorry, I... It was..."

"It's alright, don't worry!" Chopper replied somewhat cheerfully. "I imagined something like this could have happened, that is why I was prepared." He turned toward the bowl and pointed at it, but then slowly his motion came to a halt. "Though I suppose I should have taken some more precautions..."

Robin felt pity and sad for the boy, on top of the mental explosions firing inside her head already.

"I will help you clean it up, I'm sorry." The thought disgusted her thoroughly and she was greatly relieved when Chopper strongly rejected her offer.

"No, no, no. You go rest, you look very pale. I can take care of this... Somehow", Chopper was as stoic as they come, and if it weren't for the utmost humiliation she just experienced, Robin would be quite impressed with his maturity. Still, he was somewhat shaken and it was showing. Quite possibly, he just wanted her out of his sight and she was more than happy to oblige. She would clear her head and calm down. And shower. She MUST shower.

She agreed to go rest. Looking down and realising her hand was unconsciously covering her groin the whole time, it dawned on her that she very much overestimated her carefree attitude towards nudity, shame and body parts. With her free hand she went for her clothes on the floor. Something was trickling down the back of her thigh. Probably something disgusting. She picked up her panties and wiped up her leg. Folding them without looking, she wiped up her vagina and between her cheeks as well, after which she put on her shorts without underwear. She looked down at Chopper who was still awkwardly holding his soiled hands out, trying to pass her a reassuring smile.

"I'll go rest. Shower and rest." She thought about apologizing again, but decided to simply leave. She summoned what was left of her dignity and returned Chopper's smile on her way out.

On the deck she met Usopp, who said something to her, but she didn't hear him. She threw her dirty panties over the port into the sea. Usopp may have seen them, but he probably didn't realise what they were. It mattered not to her.

She forgot the little barrel of gel Chopper prepared as her medicine. Oh well. Not like she needed it anymore. Besides… Diarrhea. Sex drive. Insomnia. No way in hell.

Shower. That's where she must go.

***

Deep under the ground, in a place only reachable by a single wide path through a cave on the western side of the isle, a brightly lit room was being engulfed in a thick cigarette smoke. By the big round table in the farthest end of the underground passage, there was a shallow narrowing with a huge steel door, bolted deep into the cavernous stone. On it were several peek holes and hatches, together with some chains connected to the alcove the door were settled in. The door itself seemed very thick, riddled with various locks and whatever was behind them wasn't meant to easily traverse these rooms. There was a continuous low resonating sound coming from behind them, but due to the vivid argument at the table nearby, it wasn't as nearly as distinct as it would normally be.

On the table next to the door there were 5 men playing some sort of card game and they seemed to be in the middle of a quizzing process of validity and fair play exacted by one of the participants. Curses and foul language echoed through the room, fists were shaken and there was even an occasional flash of a blade, one still tucked away on someone's belt, yet menacingly present in the conversation, accentuating certain words much more eloquently than one would expect from the band of ruffians currently at the table.

Behind the bend which lead into the room, a single soft voice was heard, indicating that someone was coming. Soon, footsteps could be heard and a sound of something being dragged across the dirt. The flaming argument didn't diminish in the slightest. That is, until the girl's voice became quite clear and the first of the 5 men at the table registered the content of the girl's words.

"...says that there is quite a few days before they come in range and that he isn't happy at all that you're up and running, if you are going to be that grumpy and eager, Boe."

The person who stopped arguing first was a thin middle aged man, who was, by the end of the girl's sentence, holding another chubby old man's collar. He was perhaps the loudest of the lot. Until he heard the name the girl mentioned, that is.

By the time the girl and her companions entered the room, everyone at the table were deathly silent. First person to enter was a very tall man, with an imposing presence. He wore a black, sleeveless coat which revealed his huge muscled arms, as big as an average man's torso. He had long dark hair that flowed down from under his black hat and hid his face from the light in the room. On his hands he wore large leather gauntlet-gloves, in which he held a strong yellow chain. This chain extended from his hands about 3 meters behind, where it connected to a creature that, at a first glance, resembled a huge thin bear. But any onlooker would quickly realise that this creature was no bear, or any other forest animal for that matter. It was completely black with no distinctive features - there were no discolorations, no difference between lit and unlit areas on its body. It was as if though the being on the chain was made out of some sort of shadowy weave. The only attribute that broke the pattern of darkness, were two shiny red orbs on its head, representing the creature's eyes. It was big, bigger than any man in the room, except for the one holding its chain. It was dragging a carcass of what seemed to be a grown deer. The last one to enter was a small person, covered by a cloak far too big for her size.

"So." It was the voice of the thin man at the table. "I see that you understand that the bloody maggot faced bastard was way off with his stupid estimations?"

The giant beastmaster stopped, breaking the rhythmic melody of his heavy leather boot strides. The thin man casually scratched his rugged cheek and continued.

"Well the slimeball was never to be trusted, that's what I always said. He's got maggots where his brains should be, after all!" His laugh echoed awkwardly in the silent room. He stopped laughing and shifted uncomfortably. He eyed the small person behind the deer carcass.

"No need to tell 'im about it though, gossip girl, you."

"We brought some food for the paragon. Can you deliver it to him?", the girl under the cloak ignored his remarks.

"Oh how nifty! I'm sure he'll appreciate it, but this time you'll be delivering it yourself", he smiled ironically at her. "He's been wanting a touch of a woman's flesh for a while now, it's getting really annoying. Can't work with him humming like that, can we boys?" A slight murmur was the only back up he got from the table.

"I... I didn't intend this body to be ravaged. I wasn't informed of this. I have other duties. I will satisfy his 'needs' tonight, after appropriate preparations", the girl was surprised and sounded slightly upset.

"No no! I'm sorry, but we have important things to do here, we can't wait till tonight to do them, no! And with this noise increasing... We can't work under these conditions! I'd hate to have to report that our work's been delayed due to your uncooperation", the man said, feigning concern.

A moment of silence passed as the little girl seemed to fight an internal battle of sorts.

"Alright, please send my clothes and any remains back to the palace."

She started undoing her cloak and approached the dead deer.

"Unseal the doors."

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