You walk back to your apartment and are immediately hit with stares and looks of disgust. Everyone is looking at you and judging you, making you feel uncomfortable again. After a few minutes, you feel like you’ve had enough and, despite the consequences, make another wish. You stomach gurgles violently as you begin instinctively pushing out a greasy, firm log into the thong. As soon as you release though, a gigantic wave pulse hits everyone around you, giving them a dull expression making them think you’ve hypnotized them. Not to be outdone by your ass, your bladder releases too, making you go from both end like a baby. Your thong fills up quickly, as both a noticeable bulge forms in the back and a dark stain forms in the back. As you watch around, you see that no one is paying you any mind. They don’t even turn to look at you anymore, making you invisible to the public at the moment. This brings you back to a level comfort where you ease up on your releases. You ass tapers into farts and you stop pissing yourself as you continue on your way back to your apartment.
Getting inside your apartment, the first thing you do is take off your pants and throw them into the washing machine. After starting it, you go the the bathroom to assess the damage elsewhere. Your thong is somehow magically keeping your mess contained despite its lack of fabric. You pull on the thong to see if it will even let you dump the waste out of it, but to no avail. You now have to go through the rest of the day in smelly, used underwear; maybe for the foreseeable future.
Leaving the bathroom, you are cautious not to spread your filth around, even forgoing sitting normally and wearing any extra clothes in exchange for laying in your stomach and preferring to keep your incontinent ass from destroying any more of your clothes. Looking in the refrigerator, you find that there is barely anything there, which means you will have to go shopping. If there were any indication that your thoughts carried over to reality before, you sure were gonna try it again now. Thinking of your situation, you concentrate and once again a giant pulse wave shoots out from your head. You grab your wallet and keys and leave your apartment to go to the store.
Walking around outside in nothing but you top, shoes, and filthy thong, you realize your mental powers worked. Giving yourself a mental high-five, your ass also pipes up and blows out a loud fart. Luckily no shit fell, but it didn’t matter to anyone anymore. Walking into the store and grabbing a cart, you start to fill up on stuff that you need, passing many people in a shit-filled thong, and no one saying a word about it, not even looking your direction. After filling your cart with the necessities, you go to the front to pay. Here’s where you realize you powers worked a little too well. No one pays attention to you in line, no one even notices you there. Putting your stuff in the conveyor belt doesn’t do anything for them, waving your hand does nothing, even touching them or talking to them doesn’t do a thing to get them to notice you. You think you may not have been specific enough, but you use this opportunity to get free groceries from the store.
Once you are safely back in your apartment you undo the last mental spell you put everyone on and immediately start to fill your thong further. You shit and piss hard directly in front of your door. You can’t even try to stop it as it comes. The thong goes from a noticeable bulge to packing a baseball sized lump while the front has turned permanently yellow-green, with no hope of changing the color back to what it was before. After your done pissing, your brain start working on autopilot as you then get erect and cum in the thong, making a messy slurry that covers your junk and pushes the thing to the limit. Thinking about all that has happened recently, you decide to...