This is an emergency, Hot Stuffs it is.

We check into the empty Hot Stuffs messtaurant. There is only one boi staffing the entrance counter, waiting for us to order. I think back to last time I was here, and what had tasted okay back then. "Chunky chickpea carrots", I order. Erin follows suit: "Ground chickpea potato". We look at Abby who bites her lips, trying to hold it in. Her weird world apparently has no excretion discipline at all. "Whatever!" she manages. "Just point me to the restroom!"

There is no point in arguing with her, apparently. "Chunky meatball tomato for her." The staffing boi nods. "Just for you three?" - "No, we're joined by..."

Rahid hurries into the messtaurant, his expression eager. Unless I am mistaken, he really has a thing for Abby, and with the gloves and condom, I can likely manage to convince the woman that he means her no harm. Rahid quickly orients himself with the menu. "Do you have balut? -- Hm. Then I will have duck, or chicken... -- Okay. -- Chunky chicken rice." he decides thanks to the boi's advice. I wince. Chunky rice is really a tough choice.

"Just for you four?" the Hot Stuffs employee asks again, and we nod. "Hotness level?" I settle for a "2" myself and order the same for Abby, not knowing her preferences. She is unresponsive, clutching her vajay in desperation. Her world *really* teaches no bladder discipline. Erin goes for a bland "0" again, and Rahid shocks me when he says "5".

Hot damn, a Hot Stuffs rice dish on level 5! I wouldn't take that, and I doubt that Abby will tolerate it either. "Erin, this will go on you." I whisper to her, and she blanches. "Doc...!" I press my breasts against hers and cuddle her. "Please Erin." Resigned, she nods. "For you Doc. It can't be that bad."

Abby on the meantime is apparently just melting down. I can see a few drops running down her thighs already. "Miss Abby Hope" I hiss at her. "Hold it for one minute longer!"

We escort the poor woman past a jingly bead curtain into the messtaurant bathroom, and I point her to the trough. "Stand there!" As she stumbles onto the relief grid, all her stored pee begins to drool out of her cunt and a golden waterfall rushes down her legs. She has made it just in time, but now it is my turn to feel a bit disgusted of her peeing manners. At least I can see that she is deeply ashamed as well, but probably not because of her manners but because me, Erin and Rahid have all observed her loosing it. "Oh my god" she stammers over and over, and begins crying.

I shimmy out of my stirrup stockings and after thinking a moment, I also take off my solar hat. Erin even takes off her braid ribbons, but I leave mine inside my hair, rushing to Abby's side while Rahid also disrobes.

I embrace the distressed Abby from behind, careful to not play with her boobies. This patient is weird, and I don't want to freak her out. Who knows if they even know about massages in the other world. "Abby, you are having a rough time, apparently. But you're finally in a relief room here. You do not need to pull yourself together. You can let it flow."

(even though she has really broken eticette)