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the piglet bonbi spent the entire night sitting in her chair with poopy pants, because she was lazy to even bother getting up from her desk.
poop. but beyond the piggy's obvious laziness and uselessness there is a deeper issue involved.
bonbi experienced a perfect sense of pig pen beauty. after the first twenty minutes the poop shit had mushed and squished inside her piggy panties, as because the piglet kept squirming and pushing her butt cheeks together. in addition, the piglet's legs she swung around often, basically a poop milkshake the piggy slowly blended inside of her poop filled panties. pig pen culture most people do not understand: and blending poop inside a piggy's panties for a whole night is as much a part of the piggy's nourishment in pig pen culture as say a dry lander slash ordinary person takes to drinking water and eating fresh crops while listening to mozart.
after a few hours of rush mixing the shit in her panties to a fine consistency the piglet decided to moisten her panty shit pile with a quart of piss.
so the piglet made a sour face and wishy wash, piss poured out of the piggy and spilled in her panties over her shit and out of her panties, until the piss came topping over her chair and spilled to the floor. more charm to the culture and country to her nourishments. the piglet's eyes rolled back from the utter bliss.