Looking at the desperate mother and daughter, she thought that the prospect of both having accidents would be cute in a weird way. Like, they would be able to relate to each other because they were both filling their pants with excrement? It sounded stupid when she thought it out, but none the less it should prove to be interesting. With that, she took aim and shot the two. They both immediately responded with an almost synchronized fart. They both froze immediately as they did their respective business: the front of the girl's pants became wet as she wet herself, possibly meaning that she really had to pee and the ray gun just made her release it. The mother, on the other hand, must've eaten chipotle or something as she released some rather large, brassy farts sounding akin to a trumpet.
"M-mom?" The daughter looked more confused than upset as she stared at her darkening pants.
"Oh jeez, you couldn't hold it in either? Oh no..." The mother said as she keeled down, regretting it instantly as her body found this a more favorable position to relieve itself. Ignoring the faster rate her butt seemed to be expanding now, she looked over her daughter in concern.
"Well, at least the pants aren't ruin, unlike mine." She said a bit bitterly.
"Um, mom?"
"Yes dear?"
"Since we no longer have to go, can we get out of line?" The mother looked down in confusion.
"I just soiled myself, I'm not going to just walk away with poop in my pants. I need to clean up."
"Well, I don't. I didn't poop my pants." Immediately following that statement, the daughter released a rather hearty blast of gas as her body finished releasing the urine and now concentrated and releasing the same meal the mother had. After a moment of shock, the daughter sighed.
"Never mind. Can I at least go?"
"Honey, do you really want to walk around in those pants? Aren't you uncomfortable?"
"No, not really."
"You don't?"
"No! Besides, the fair is about to close and there are things I still want to do here."
The daughter began backing away toward the fair, a stubborn look on her face. The mother sighed, realizing that she couldn't convince her daughter to stay, while also needing to stay by her side. On one hand, there was no way she would get the smell out of her underwear even if she went to the bathroom to clean up, so she was screwed either way. On the other, she was still rather gassy with no control over it, while also having an obvious bulge in the back of her jeans, not to mention her daughter was in the same state with the added bonus of having urine soaked pants. How she could be comfortable, she couldn't know. What will she do?