Author's note: This one was just a little goofy experiment. Originally posted on my pastebin on 6/8/17.


Saturday afternoon in the Loud House, all the kids went about with their daily activities. Lana played outside in the mud, Luna jammed on her guitar in her room as Lucy worked on poems and so forth.

Lincoln, on the other hand, was reading the newest Ace Savvy comic in the comfort of his room while fitted in his signature victory undies and covered up with his blanket. He remained calm and did his best to focus, but sadly, he wasn't getting anywhere. The typical rowdiness of his sisters quickly overwhelmed him. On the weekends, their nosiness was always cranked to eleven. Riffs being played, chemical explosions, yelling, laughing and all of the above.

He tried Noise-B-Gone once, though that didn't work out as planned. His only option now, is to hide under his blanket with a flashlight and read like he would before he went to sleep. Having nothing to lose, he gave it a shot.

"Ugh!" Lincoln groaned, immediately realizing that this didn't help very much.

Becoming discouraged, he lifted his head out from under the blanket and went back to the same panel he was stuck on for the last ten minutes. If only he knew what's coming up next, he'd kill to be in his current state.

Meanwhile, Lynn was downstairs watching her baseball team play.

She cheered them on gleefully, they were in the lead! But they weren't quite number one yet. She could only hope they maintained their position.

Yet, during the lame and boring commercials she began thinking about Lincoln. Just what was he doing anyways? She hadn't heard a peep from him all day.

"Better go check on the lame-o." She muttered to herself as she jogged upstairs.

Currently, Lincoln was still trying to read throughout chaos going on, but with no luck.

Then suddenly, Lynn barged right into his room. She didn't bother to knock, it just wasn't in her nature. Whatever privacy he had now became void.

"Hey, bro." She greeted him. "What are you doing in here?"

"Trying to read the new Ace Savvy comic..." He mumbled, pushing the comic book closer to his face hoping she would leave him alone.

"Geez, that sounds really lame. I got something for you that's way cooler than that!" Lynn exclaimed.

"Oh?" Lincoln questioned. Cooler than Ace Savvy is hard to come by for him, nearly impossible in fact. Is she serious or bluffing? He'd find out soon enough.

Lynn rushed, jumping on top of Lincoln and sending his precious comic flying right out of his hands, thus knocking the breath out of him as she landed.

The girl began mounting and holding him down. She was so ready for this.

"Gaah! Lynn, get off me!" He cried.

Lincoln attempted to push her off, yet it was no use. He wasn't strong enough. She overpowered him way too easily.

Lynn jerked her hips a bit, still laying on his stomach.

She giggled madly as she witnessed how sweaty and distressed the poor boy became.

She leaned down, bringing herself to face him up close and personal.

"You know what's cooler, bro? A dutch oven!" Lynn declared confidently as she began farting on him. relentlessly unloading whatever was in her anal arsenal. Loud, silent but deadly, any variation of flatulence spewed out from her.

The warmth surrounding his body, the odor of it invaded his nostrils. It was so disgusting.

Lynn got a big kick out of his misery. She had Lincoln trapped under her, his arms pinned down and face flustered. He was almost on the verge of tears. Unfortunately for her, there's such a thing as karma in this world. His displeasure would soon end and her own will begin.

*PBBT* A vile noise erupted from her rear end.

Lynn eyebrows raised as she froze in place.

Her grip on the boy loosened as she felt herself leaking.

"Oh, no..." She whispered.

Lincoln just stared at her confused, yet glad that she ceased torturing him. Why did she stop? Not something he would normally ask himself, but his curiosity rose shortly after that noise occurred.

"Lynn, are you okay?" He asked.

"Uh, ye-yeah, I j-just need to go to the bathroom is all..." She said in an embarrassed tone of voice.

Her little prank didn't pan out as she hoped. Dutch ovens were her thing, and Lincoln was her primary target. However, this time around she pushed herself too hard. One thing's for sure, whatever she had eaten earlier in the day certainly didn't get along with her digestive system. Knowing her, it was probably a spicy meatball sub.

Lynn awkwardly hopped off of Lincoln and penguin waddled out the door.

She went all the way across the hallway, and each step she took made it that much worse.

"One, two, three..." Lynn counted each footstep, looking both ways to view the other rooms. No one seemed to noticed her so far, causing her to feel slightly relieved, and thinking everyone was off doing their own thing.

"Thirty, thirty one, thirty two... finally." She sighed, then attempted to open the door.

It was locked.

"Gaah! Hurry up, I gotta go!" Lynn wailed.

"Hang on, I'm almost done!" Lana shouted from inside the bathroom, her voice muffled, but still recognizable.

Why Lana of all people? She would blow up the toilet before Lynn even started to.

Nervous and distraught, she shifted herself around awkwardly trying to hold it in.

The door creaked open, the loud, grating sound disturbing Lynn.

"Ahh, all done, sis... your turn." Lana sighed in relief as she casually walked out of the restroom and back outside to play in the fresh mud.

Lynn waddled inside in a rush, slamming the door and dropping her shorts immediately.

She looked down, spotting the slight smudges of brown on her underwear. As gross as it was, it's a good thing none of it went any further.

"Bleh..." She groaned, repulsed by the sight.

Unfortunately, Lana left a present in the john for her. She then recalled not hearing any flushes noises of any kind. The bowl was cluttered with fecal logs and used toilet paper.

"Dang it, Lana!" Lynn yelled in frustration.

The girl already felt embarrassed on a whole new level about what happened between her and Lincoln. Her dutch ovens pranks on him never took a turn for the worse before. This was the first and last time this would happen, she promised herself that as she sat on the toilet.

Sitting in position, Lynn officially started going number two, expelling every bit of waste that she could.

The warm, foul smelling liquid flooded out of her rectum, splashing in waves against the edges of the bowl.

Lana did her part in stinking the restroom up, but now she only contributed to it. It was nauseating, yet she's endured much more difficult things before.

Lynn proceeded, still defecating in an explosive manner. Doing away with it all, or so she would hope.

Sweating intensely, she felt like her energy got drained out of her. The pain was like nothing else she knew and being a sporty girl she surely knew the feeling. Every one of those practice sessions and games of nearly every sport imaginable. Pushing her body to the absolute limit in training and feeling the burn!

Pain is one thing, but how about victory? That's something else Lynn's highly familiar with. Overcoming obstacles of any sort to remain on top, in this case however, it was her bowels. Crapping her guts out until she fully recovered from illness is her goal here.

Sadly, all that poop pouring out of her felt endless. On the bright side, at least she was technically cutting weight.

Although, the negatives of the situation still hit her then and there. She realized she went number two before her team was number one. Having broken her own rule made her feel sicker.

Lynn couldn't dwell on those thoughts for too long, she needed to beat this illness already. Keeping that in mind, she tried to right on the spot.

She held herself tightly, bending her body over and grabbing her legs.

"Come on..." The athlete spoke softly to herself.

Despite that moment of calm determination, her patience wore out finally after sitting there for what felt like a good half hour.

"Aaahhh!" Lynn howled, her anger taking fold while she forced every last drop out.

She rushed, yanking an entire toilet paper roll and wiped herself thoroughly, cleaning as good as she could.

Lynn's impulsive nature would soon be her greatest downfall. During her rage episode, she flushed the toilet in a hurry without getting a grasp of the situation.

Lana already previously left her business in there, she only added more feces and tissue paper on top of what was already left.

The plumbing couldn't swallow it all down as it began flooding.

"Oh, no!" Lynn panicked as the crap filled water rose up from the can and started leaking out onto the bathroom tile.

She grabbed some towels and tried to hold it back, but the stream became far too powerful.

It passed her easily, traveling under the door and into the hallway where some of her siblings were. Things just couldn't get any worse.

There is no hiding what happened now, no covering up her evidence as it now ended up in plain sight. The odor would soon pass through the whole house and alert her entire family.

The stream and stench got noticed by the Lola first, who actually halted her ongoing tea party to acknowledge it.

She peeked her head out the doorway to get a clearer view.

"Ewww, Lincoln flooded the toilet again!?" She questioned with disgust while she witnessed it gliding right by her feet.

Lincoln heard his name mentioned right as he stepped out into the hall, immediately noticing the flood and Lola frowning at him, assuming he did it once again.

"I didn't do it!" He retaliated, defending himself from being falsely accused.

Despite his claims, she instantly disregarded it and pinned the blame on him anyways.

"Daddy!" Lola howled and alerted Lynn Sr. who was downstairs cooking dinner.

He dropped everything and hurried upstairs to see what disturbed his little princess.

Loud, thunderous footsteps were heard coming closer as their dad finally made it up and witnessed the flood.

"Lincoln! How many times are you gonna flood the dang toilet!?" He asked angrily.

"Dad, I didn't-" Lincoln got cut off by the booming sound of a door slamming open.

The culprit revealed herself. Lynn stood defeated as her arms and head hung down, she was a panting and ill mess.

"I... flooded... the toilet." She confirmed through large breaths.

The flow stopped right at Lynn Sr's feet, making him livid as he peered at the filth.

"Lynn, you are grounded!" His shout echoed throughout the house. He didn't specify at the time, though the girl would soon find out later that evening how long she was in trouble for.

In the meantime, her father rallied the whole family to clean up the disastrous mess Lynn had made.

It took hours of mopping, scrubbing and vacuuming, but eventually they finished.

Immediately afterwards, the girl got sent to her room with her sentence.

Lynn was grounded for a whole week. That meant no tv, sports or bullying her little brother. On that note, she didn't even get to finish watching the game. How was she supposed to know if her team won? She could only hope they did, a victory from them would definitely cheer her up somewhat.

"What the heck am I suppose to do stuck in here for a week? This stinks!" She complained.

Normally, Lynn would be bouncing a ball off the wall, but she wasn't even allowed to do that.

Only a few minutes had gone by and she already became irritated. There is no telling if she'd even survive this week. She might just die from boredom.

Lucy glanced over at her older sister who was lying motionless on her bed.

In that moment, she came up with a pretty good idea. She planned to give her something to do during her grounding period.

She got up and opened her dresser's drawer, taking out a small booklet and a pen.

Lucy handed both of them over to the girl silently.

"What's all this?" Lynn questioned, taking the items in her hands.

"A journal. I've no use for it since I incorporate my dark days on earth into poems. However, I think you may find it useful." Lucy stated.

"So, what do I do with it? Write stuff in it?" Lynn asked.

"Yeah, it's meant for writing about your day basically. Things you did, or saw, stuff like that." Lucy explained.

"Oh, yeah, I can do that!" Lynn said excitedly.

She certainly wasn't the brightest sister, and the idea of writing her thoughts down never came to mind. Although, this is something she could do to keep busy. A reasonable way to kill some time.

Having nothing to lose, Lynn gave it her best shot. "Dear Diary... today has been horrible. All I wanted to do was give Lincoln one of my classic dutch ovens, but I ended up pooping myself instead. Then I flooded the toilet and got grounded for a whole week. Now, I'm stuck in here with nothing to do. Except for writing in this little journal... the end."

"But it's not the end, keep writing in it daily. It might just help you relax a bit." Lucy mentioned after overhearing her reading aloud.

"Oh, right, did any of that sound good to you?" She asked, feeling rather insecure for once.

"Sounded fine to me. As long you keep it true to yourself."

"Thanks, Luce." She smiled at her younger sister, showing gratitude for the wonderful gift she gave her.

Lynn spent the rest of the evening flipping through the blank pages of the journal, imagining all the possibilities that have yet to come.