(SOIL, REGRES) DRABBLE - JaneDoe&ZhuYuan

Zhu Yuan & Jane Doe are corrupted by Ether that messes with their mind— and their pants.

Series: Zenless Zone Zero
Characters: Jane Doe, Zhu Yuan
CW: Pants Soiling, Mental Regression, Farting, Messing, Wetting, Pee Leaking
All SUBJECT characters depicted are 18+.



The Hollow shimmered ahead, sickly hues pulsing across the cracked pavement on New Eridu’s outskirts. Zhu Yuan and Jane Doe dashed toward the dimensional tear, synthetic lamplight flickering above.

“There!” Zhu Yuan barked cripsly, pointing with swift authority. "Suspect entered the Hollow! Pursuit authorized."

“Running straight into a Hollow?” Jane smirked, one hand casually twirling a knife between her fingers as she kept pace with the N.E.P.S. officer. “Not the first time someone this desperate does something this reckless. Anything could happen in there, ya know?”

Without waiting for a reply, Zhu Yuan had already sprinted into the Hollow. Jane chuckled, unsurprised, as she too plunged right after.

The Hollow’s bizarre environment greeted them: twisted architecture, gravity warping in places, flickers of ghostly afterimages along the walls. Zhu Yuan kept her Riot Suppressor out, sweeping her gaze sharply through the distorted terrain. Jane whistled tunelessly right behind her, flipping her blade over her knuckles with idle precision.

“Stay focused,” Zhu Yuan said sharply, her voice cutting through the eerie hum of the Hollow. She adjusted her stance, feet sliding slightly on the uneven ground. “No telling where the suspect is or if any Ethereals are around.”

Jane placed a hand on her hip, her shifty eyes scanning the corrupted landscape. “If we’re looking for both, I’m sure we’ll be able to hear his screams if he runs into any Ethereals.”

Zhu Yuan sighed unamused, scanning ahead with her weapon raised. “We need him alive, Jane. Let’s just grab him and get out as soon as possible. I’d rather not take chances when it is just the two of us.”

Jane shrugged in defeat, twirling her knife once more before using her tail to grab and hold it. “You got it, boss.” She smirked, though she fell right in line a few paces behind Zhu Yuan.

They pushed deeper into the warped corridors. Every step echoed off twisted metal and cracked glass, the ground pulsing with eerie light. The air buzzed thickly, wrapping around them like syrup.

Minutes passed.

The pressure grew. Not a drop, not a shift—a slow saturation. The air thickened until each breath came with resistance, as if drawn through syrup. Their limbs grew heavier, muscles moving slower not from fatigue, but confusion.

Zhu Yuan stumbled first, her boot catching a tilt in the warped terrain. She caught herself with one hand against a slanted wall, her brow furrowed deeply.

“...Ether’s… so strong here,” she mumbled, giving her head a hard shake and blinking hard to clear the static clinging to her thoughts.

Jane snorted softly, wobbling slightly on her boots. “Strong’s an understatement, Zhu-Zhu. It feels like walkin' through molasses… Zhu-Zhu… Heh... 'Zhu-Zhu' sounds funny.”

She chuckled a bit, eyes drooping slightly in lazy amusement.

Zhu Yuan opened her mouth to retort but found herself chuckling a bit too. Her shoulders swayed faintly, her hand rising to push a strand of hair from her eyes, but missing.

“L-let’s just get goin’... before the Ether starts doing more weird things to us…” she trailed off, her stance growing a bit sloppier, knees bending outward slightly as she wobbled from side to side.

They wandered forward, steps slowing, arms swaying in loose, aimless motions. The Hollow's floor creaked beneath them as gravity twisted oddly, but neither of them reacted with their usual precision.

Zhu Yuan blinked slowly, her expression furrowed with confused determination as if trying to remember what she’d forgotten, her eyes glassier with each step.

Jane’s usually calculated saunter turned more meandering, her hips swinging wider, her balance faltering as if the ground itself were gently rocking her to sleep.

Every few feet, they paused. Not because of any threat, but because they simply forgot what they were doing.

Jane leaned forward slightly, squinting at the outline of Zhu Yuan's back as they trudged. “Phew, boss,” she slurred, a smirk creeping back on her lips. “That big ol’ cop booty of yours ‘s gonna need a clearance sign if it gets any wider.”

Zhu Yuan gasped lightly, face flushed as she turned with a clumsy wobble, cheeks puffed in a startled pout.

“I-I-Is not that big—!” Her voice faltered with childish indignation, only to falter when she looked down at Jane’s own swaying rear. “Y-You got a big butt too!” she huffed, pointing in retaliation, though the tip of her glove wobbled mid-air like her balance.

Jane blinked, then beamed like a toddler handed a sweet. “Aww, thanks, Zhu-Zhu! Yer so nice~!”

Their feet continued to drag through the Hollow with a soft shuffle, turning into a toddler-like waddle. Every step came with a faint jiggle of their snug bottoms, their uncoordinated walk cycles making everything come undone.

Drool beaded at the corners of Jane’s lips, her thoughts melting into syrupy nonsense. Whatever was left of adult reasoning drained away, moving slowly past the giddy, thoughtless instincts of a child out of toddlerhood.

Zhu Yuan’s posture had begun to unravel into a clumsy sway. Her hips rocked side to side in a waddling gait, boots squeaking with every step. She hunched forward slightly, movements loose and silly, like a puppet with snipped strings.

“Gotta… catch da bad guy,” Zhu Yuan slurred, trying to pull herself together but failing adorably. Her grip on her weapon slackened, and it clattered to the ground unnoticed.

Jane made a raspberry noise, her tail drooping lazily as its grip loosened on the knife that clattered to the floor. “Who cares ‘bout stinky baddies! Issa fun place!” she chirped, bouncing on her toes.

Zhu Yuan blinked slowly, staring ahead at nothing in particular. “We s’posed ta be... pol’ce off’cers…” she mumbled in a pouty whine, though even she didn’t sound convinced.

“Nuh-uh! Don’t wanna be pol’ce off’cers! Let’s play instead!” Jane giggled, grabbing Zhu’s gloved hand with both of hers. “C’monnn, Zhu-Zhu! Tag! You’re it!”

“W-Wha—!?” Zhu squeaked, stumbling as Jane darted back with arms out, waddling in a lopsided circle. “T-That’s not—!” But her protest was weak, overtaken by a helpless, drooling giggle as her legs gave a silly hop.

She clumsily lunged after Jane, nearly falling as her boots squeaked against the warped flooring. They wobbled and waddled through the Hollow like oversized toddlers, tagging and spinning in lazy circles.

Zhu Yuan squealed once when Jane poked her in the side, and retaliated by grabbing her tail and tugging gently, both of them laughing in good nature. The bright streak of Zhu Yuan’s ponytail bounced behind her like a party streamer, and her giggles came in high, breathless hiccups.

After several minutes of gleeful nonsense, Zhu Yuan slowed, then stopped. Her belly gave a bloated groan beneath the sheen of her suit, and she whimpered, twisting in place. Her fingers curled into little fists as she hugged her belly with both arms and scrunched her face.

“Mmh… Janey… I feel funnyyy…” she whined, voice cracking like a toddler on the edge of tears. Her big butt stuck out behind her involuntarily, bouncing gently with each uncertain foot shuffle—a faint, involuntary pfft! slipped free from her jiggling booty.

Jane, oblivious to Zhu Yuan’s internal plight, balanced on the balls of her feet in front of Zhu Yuan. "Yuu feel funny 'cause yuu get all wobbly in da head... S'like... like me!"

Zhu Yuan stayed rooted to the spot, hugging her belly with both arms as her body trembled. Her pigeon-toed stance made her thick thighs press together tightly, the curve of her round, latex-clad rear pushing outward with every subtle shift.

“Mnnnff... s-stomaaaach’s all… mad…” she whimpered softly as another churning bubble of pressure twisted in her core, making her squirm. Her unfocused orange eyes stared at her boots as her gut burbled loud and wet.

Then, all at once, her face tensed—eyebrows drawing together, cheeks puffing out, and her eyes fluttering as her breath hitched—

PBBBBBBRRRRRTTTTTTTT!!

A massive, bassy blast of gas rumbled against the taut stretch of her latex pants, deep and long enough to vibrate her entire rear.

Zhu Yuan’s face burned red as her jaw slackened, eyes fluttering again as a light moan slipped past her lips—half from relief, half from the bizarre pleasure of letting go. Drool spilled down her chin freely now, and her whole frame shivered, knees wobbling from the aftermath.

“M-mmmaaaah…” she breathed, eyes blinking drowsily.

Jane froze for a second, then burst into delighted giggles.

“Your big butt makes great toots!” she squealed in amusement. “Must’ve felt reawwy good!”

Zhu Yuan’s eyes crossed slightly as she scrunched her nose, her whole face flushed and drooling in a dopey little smile as she fidgeted in place.

“It… it felt pweety good…” she mumbled shyly, her voice squeaky and slurred, like a kid confessing to an accident she might want to try again.

—But the moment of silly bliss didn’t last. Her eyes widened again as a stronger, deeper churn rolled through her gut, twisting like a coiled hose about to burst.

“Uuuuhhnn…” she groaned, thighs pressing together.

PRRT-BLUPT!

Another burst of flatulence had slipped free from her rear—shorter this time, but ending in a wet little squelch that echoed faintly in the Hollow’s still air.

Jane blinked, then tilted her head. “Uh-oh…”

Right after, her own tummy gave a loud, bubbling squelch that made her eyes widen. She reached down to hold her middle as it lurched, her tail twitching nervously behind her. “Uuuh… tummeh feelsh all wibbly now too…”

Zhu clutched her gut with both hands, hunching over. “Janey… I gotta poo…” she whined, voice hitching.

Jane didn’t seem too concerned, rather she grinned dopily. “Me toooo! My tushie feel funnyyyy!” she declared.

Zhu Yuan squirmed on the spot, her arms tight around her bubbling stomach as she whimpered. “W-where’s da potty…? I gotta find da potty...”

Jane tilted her head, giggling. “No potty! We go in big girl pants! Watch—!”

With a dreamy grin, the rat Thiren reached behind her with both hands to cup and lightly spread apart her thick cheeks through her shorts.

—Just in time for a soft, wet pbrrrrflflft! to bubble out, her eyes fluttering in open bliss. “Mmmn~ So close to poopies...”

Zhu Yuan shook her head, looking like she was about to cry. “Nuh-uh, no! I dun wanna… Dun wanna go in… my pants… I wanna find… I wanna go… go…”

Her voice faltered, repeated the last word in a breathy whine, before her eyes glazed over, expression turning slack and drooly.

BLRRRRBPTT!

Another heavy, bubbling wave of gas sputtered out of her backside. Her cheeks jiggled from the force, the sound fat and wet and unstoppable, echoing across the Hollow. All at once, her thoughts of protest and control fizzled out, replaced with a mind-fogging sense of warmth and comfort.

The idea of making poopies in her big girl pants suddenly felt… nice. Safe. Easy. Her lips parted as she began to wonder just how warm it would feel… how squishy it would get…

A sense of purpose was visible in her face as drool coated her chin in thick trails, making her look adorable. “We... we poopies now?” she murmured.

Jane nodded excitedly, another squeaky poot slipping from her thick butt. “Poopie time!!"

With a clumsy waddle, Zhu Yuan tugged Jane’s hand and together they squatted low—thick, round butts puffing out adorably behind them. Zhu Yuan’s tight latex pants stretched taut over her bubble butt, while Jane’s short shorts clung desperately to her wide hips.

Their brows pinched, cheeks flushed, breath shallow.

A groan churned from their guts, the tension rising.

—Then, with childish glee and vigor, Zhu Yuan strained, scrunching her face in a silly expression, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she pushed down with all her might.

BRRRRRRRBBLORPPPPLPLPLPLPFT–SRCCHHRKRKHRKHK!

A massive, bubbly mess exploded into her tight pants, the latex material struggling to contain the swelling load as it ballooned outward obscenely. The silly expression on Zhu Yuan's face seemed to get smuger, mindless bliss in her eyes as she continued to mess her brains out.

Jane didn’t strain—she simply let go. A soft, wet shart echoing from her shorts as her mess flooded into her seat. The fabric sagged almost immediately, lacking the tightness of Zhu Yuan’s latex pants, and a spreading warmth joined it as Jane began to wet herself too.

“Peeee tooo~!” Jane babbled happily, giggling as yellow streams began leaking from the soaked crotch of her shorts, pooling around her boots.

Zhu Yuan moaned softly, her own bladder giving out moments later with a fierce hiss, urine gushing into the already bloated mass that largely bulged her pants, forming a sticky, hot slosh.

Both women continued to soil and soak themselves shamelessly, their noises childish and oblivious. They couldn’t help but let loose some farts and sharts into the seat of their slimy, dripping pants in-between their messing. Every rope of filth and gas they released seemed to further degenerate the duo’s mind into a blissful feeling mixed between childhood innocence and naughtiness.

Zhu Yuan grunted cutely and strained again, each push made her thick rear wobble under the strain of her stretched latex pants. Mush ballooned through her pants and oozed upward between her cheeks, clinging hot and sticky against her flushed skin.

Jane only wetly sighed in relief as she let her shorts sag low from the weight of mess, naturally squeezing out and spreading wide and freely. It sloshed and bubbled into her seat, pressing hotly against her sensitive skin and pooling wetly beneath her as she continued to tinkle with an unceasing hiss.

Their accidents thickened into swampy slop, sticky and steamy. Every sound—every squelch, wetties, and messies—melted more of their awareness, numbing them into giddy helplessness.

At last, the flow from their bladders began to taper off, powerful hissing turning into soft patters, then to quiet driplets that soaked into the overburdened fabric.

Zhu gave one final push, but only a wet little sputter of gas escaped, her overfilled pants now bulging and sagging under the sheer weight of her release. Beside her, Jane giggled as a final gurgling puff slipped free into her shorts, the swampy warmth cradling her bottom in blissful density.

With their bodies fully spent, both girls gave in to gravity and dropped backward in unison, their rear ends hitting the Hollow’s warped floor with loud SPLRRPFTCH! The mush flattened beneath them, squelching out from every seam as pee squished under their thighs.

—Zhu Yuan, dazed, stuck her thumb into her mouth and sucked noisily, cheeks bobbing softly with each wet pull as she rocked in place, her legs spread just enough to let her bloated pants settle between them with a heavy, squishy slump.

Her other hand wandered to the bulging seat of her pants, fingers sinking into the hot, swollen mass like a squishy cushion. She pressed gently, breath hitching as comfort rippled up her spine. Her eyes drooped, breath heavy through her nose as the ripe stink of her accident wrapped around her like a warm fog.

No thoughts. Just squish. Just stinky, squishy peace.

—Jane patted the front of her shorts, giggling in slow, drooling pleasure.

“Squisheeee...” she cooed, pressing down again with a soft splutch! The soaked fabric squelched beneath her fingers, pee seeping out again and slicking her palms.

Her mouth hung open as she rocked, eyes glassy, tongue lolling. The mess cradled her like a full diaper—hot, soft, clinging to every part of her. The stench hung heavy in the air, thick and personal. She breathed it in and cooed happily, tummy fluttering.

“Buh... buhbluhhh... mmmmbuuuuhhh...” she babbled, the words meaningless, each sound slurred and soaked in drool. Her mouth hung open as she rocked in place, hands still rubbing her front with dazed enthusiasm. Her mind had melted completely, no thoughts left but the warm, squishy mess around her hips and the silly, tickly delight it brought her.

—In fact, neither could form proper words anymore—only bubbly giggles, wet rasps, and the occasional babbled nonsense.

There they sat, side by side in their warm, messy puddles, the Hollow's corruption leaving them blissfully regressed and ruined in their own accidents…

…

…

…”gnal’s getting stronger!”

…”The amount of Ether concentration is getting stronger too! We need to hurry before they seriously… get…”

—Arriving at the warped area many minutes too late, a certain robot in green twintails and white-haired cat boy, alongside a handful of heavily armored officers, bore witness to the abhorrent scene right in front of them.

“I-Is that…?” the latter said in shock, watching Jane as she rocked her body around to squish in her mess happily—said action caused her pants to emit very naughty squelching noises that nobody there could miss.

The rat Thiren nor the ponytailed officer did not notice the audience they had, too wrapped up in their own happy, little worlds. The veil of disbelief had not been dispelled on the backup squad that only watched in silence as the babies-in-adult-women-bodies wallowed shamelessly in their own filth.

Only the greenette had gathered enough composure to say something.

—“Well, this is a strange form of Ether corruption…”