Sera was a cowgirl, and was incredibly thick, as cowgirls tended to be. Not intellectually thick, although the massive amount of alcohol she had consumed at the dive bar she was at was making her thinking pretty cloudy, but physically thick, as in, she was incredibly voluptuous. Her breasts were enormous, and barely contained by her shirt. Her top also seemed to be struggling with her belly, which was always fairly chubby, but was bigger now that it was bloated with beer, and slipped out from underneath her shirt as well. Naturally, she had wide hips, thick thighs, and a large, pillowy ass to match, which dwarfed the bar stool she was sitting on. She swayed dizzily in her seat, as she stared at the bartender who was looking increasingly concerned.

    Sera had obviously been drinking quite intensely, and although she could hold her alcohol, she had drank beyond a point that anyone could retain their higher functions. It wasn't just her mental facilities that she wasn't entirely in command of, either. Her control over her bladder had been slipping throughout the night, and naturally, it was quite full from the drinks she had ingested. 

    There came a point where Sera didn't so much fail to hold it in as she forgot that she had to. She wet herself, right on the barstool, rather significantly. It started with a dark stain on the front of her jeans, but gradually, they overflowed, and her piss began pooling in front of her on the barstool, before forming into a foul-smelling puddle on the floor beneath her. As Sera was still stunningly drunk, she didn't realize she had wet herself at first. But, eventually, it got through to her, once the warn, wet feeling began building against her crotch and all along her thighs, and the smell finally hit her nose. 

    Another warm sensation rushed into her body, as a hot, shameful blush erupted in her cheeks. She wasn't sure if anyone else had noticed yet, and even if she had, she probably wouldn't be able to realize it either. She tried to play it off like nothing had happened, clumsily, and simply ordered another drink. The bartender handed it to her as if nothing was wrong, so perhaps nobody else was aware of her enormous piss. 

    Unfortunately, Sera couldn't help but do something that would draw far more attention to her than the simple hissing sound of urination. The beer had not only filled her bladder and bloated her stomach, but it'd also made her fairly gassy as well. Sera let out a titanic, and quite unladylike belch, loud enough to reverberate through every corner of the bar, until all eyes were on here. And once everyone started looking for the source of the remarkable burp, they saw Sera herself, and then the golden puddle underneath her seat and her darkened jeans. There were whispers among the patrons, wondering if she had actually pissed herself. Most of them gave her the benefit of the doubt, and assumed she had just spilled one of the many drinks she ordered on herself, and was in too much of a stupor to realize it yet. 

    Her stomach had been gurgling and sloshing for as long as it had been filled with beer, but now, it let out a gurgle of a different tone, and Sera, even in her inebriated state, knew what that sound meant. While there was some doubt over whether or not she had peed herself, and a burp of that size was considered an impressive achievement at a bar such as the one she was at, a foul-smelling blast of ass-gas would be far less appreciated by the patrons who wanted to eat or drink in peace.

    She ripped a tremendous, ripe fart. Her plump asscheeks ripped from the force of her flatulence, and amplified the sound as well, ensuring that everyone in the bar heard it, just as they had the burp. Unfortunately, it wasn't just the sound that filled every corner of the bar. The smell was present almost everywhere too, and it was quite the pungent odor, leading to gagging and sputtering from everyone unfortunate enough to get a whiff. 

    "Sorry," Sera said, her voice audibly slurred. She clutched her stomach tightly, thinking that would help, but instead, it ended up forcing out more gas, from both ends. 

    "Oh...shit," Sera muttered. She would soon find that "oh shit" was quite an appropriate phrase to use, as her farts were merely a sign of what was to come. Without warning, and without any ability to hold it in, Sera began to soil herself. She had ordered food to go along with her drinks, and that food was just now beginning to make its way out, filling the seat of her panties, and her stretchy, faux-denim pants. Her ass tented with the bulge of her turds, and the bar was once again filled with her scent. This time, however, the odor was noticeably worse than her farts, and everyone knew what she was doing right away.

    "Oh god, she shit herself!" she heard someone say. Similar comments were made by others, and some stayed silent, simply taking out their phones and taking pictures or videos, to share with their friends, or the entire internet, since this sort of thing didn't happen very often. 

    Sera continued to mess herself uncontrollably, and the lump in her pants continued to grow larger, and become more blatant as to what it was. Sera had an appetite, and was quite a hefty girl, so her mess was above-average in size, about twice the size of someone's fist. When she wasn't shitting herself, her body was releasing something else, either another burp, or a fart, or another spurt of urine into her increasingly ruined jeans. 

    By time Sera's bowels were fully emptied, her mess was larger than her own head, sticking out from the seat of her pants for all to see. She shifted around in her seat, to try and make the bulge less blatant, but that pushed her warm, mushy load against her ass in a way that was incredibly shameful, so she stopped, and simply left her mess on full display.

    The worst part wasn't the warm feeling that spread across the entirety of her crotch, ass, and thighs, or the judgmental comments of those around her, but the fact that, she was, deep down, enjoying herself. It felt good to completely let loose like that, and the warm, gooey sensation that came with it wasn't an unpleasant one either. Of course, she wasn't about to let anyone else know that. If anyone knew that she was getting some kind of pleasure out of this, well, that would be much worse for her than them merely seeing her shit herself. 

    "Sorry, I think I should UUUuuuRRP go." Sera rose from her seat, shakily, and began to exit the bar, waddling as not to disturb the load in her jeans, which, now that she was standing, was sagging between her legs, reaching just over halfway down her thighs. It bounced up and down, with a mushing sound, as her asscheeks wobbled and jiggled along with it.

    "Well, I'm definitely never going to that bar again," she mumbled to herself on the way out.