Posted by John on December 29, 1998 at 18:29
She knew she shouldn't have spent so much time picking a movie at the video store. She knew she shouldn't have waited at the restaurant until the urge to go went away. She knew she should have gone yesterday at her friends house when the opportunity presented itself, even though she didn't like using other people's bathrooms to poop in. She knew she was in trouble.
She pressed the accelerator and sped home as fast as she dared. She burst through the door and put her packages on the kitchen table, but was stopped in her tracks by a cramp that was so painful that she knew she would poop her pants if she took another step. But the cramp wasn't subsiding, it was getting worse. She took a step toward the bathroom, and sure enough, it felt like it started to come out. She stood still, frozen in disbelief, trying with all her might to hold it in, but unable to bear the increasing pain from the cramp. After a few seconds, she decided that since there was nobody around to see what was happening, and she didn't have any choice anyway, she would just let a little out into her panties, just enough to let the cramp ease a little while she made her way to the bathroom. She relaxed her sphincter with an act of will, feeling terror at what was happening. Her entire bowels moved a little and the large, solid fecal mass, compacted by two days of resisting the urge, started to part her little hole, causing it to involuntarily clench shut again. Her hands on her belly because of the pain, she made a conscious effort to relax again. The poop began to slowly work its way out, solid and so large that it hurt a little, causing her sphincter to reflexively convulse a few times, even though it was being held wide open. It felt like a baseball bat was trying to make its way out of her. She realized that she was definitely going to have to let more than just a little out by now, but at this point she didn't care, the relief she was looking forward to mattered more than anything else. Maybe it would just be one fairly dry turd and she could just drop it in the toilet without too much of a mess. At least she was wearing plain white cotton panties and her worn out jeans today.
As the poop slid slowly between her butt cheeks and the firm head of the log pressed against her pants and almost came to a stop, then folded in half, she let out a gasp. The pressure was coming from way up inside her belly, pushing everything downward, allowing no resistance. As she gave in and relaxed, she could feel the two inch thick mass being squished down to the size of her orifice as it slid out. The first wave produced a thick, gooey turd about eight inches long. It pushed her panties out away from her rounded cheeks, pulling down slightly on the waistband. She thought maybe it was over, but another cramp quickly renewed her sense of urgency. The second wave came easier. This time she couldn't resist giving a slight push as she stood transfixed while more and more crap piled out continuously, hitting her pants and spreading slowly in all directions, adding more and more weight to the load. She gasped again as she felt the smooth, mushy mass sliding up between her buns almost to her waistband, and down between her legs, the pressure building as the shit kept coming out with nowhere left to go. It stopped moving before she was finished going, and she stood there, feeling the mess pressed against her backside, her hole held open, unable to move. She figured her panties were probably history now anyway, so she might as well finish the job and get the total relief she was aching for, no matter what the consequences. Her legs quivering, she squatted slightly, spreading the mess further to make a little more room so she could finish. She took a few baby steps as she pushed to expell the last of her bowel movement. A muffled popping sound accompanied the passage of some gas as she finally finished. She was astonished to feel the small gas bubble slowly working its way up the crack of her ass. Now she was thoroughly flustered, wondering what she could possibly do about her predicament. Her little hole was alive with sensation now, feeling like she was still going, even though she knew she was done. Realizing that her panties were completely ruined, she stood up straight and clenched her cheeks together, trying to come to grips with the multitude of new sensations she was experiencing. She began walking toward the bathroom in a sort of panic, even though she knew full well that it was much too late. The act of walking awakened another universe of new sensations, startling her in their intensity and diversity. The load felt like a huge pile of muddy clay, slippery and smooth, deliciously sliding back and forth inside the satchel formed by her tented out pants. She stood in front of the toilet, looking into the mirror, feeling shocked and ashamed. Turning around, she could see that her pants were obviously stretched out from her crotch to her lower back by what she had done. In morbid fascination, her shock wearing off, she undid her jeans and slid them partly down, looking back at the bulge in her panties in the mirror. She was surprised that, with the size of the accident she had done, the panties were only slightly stained brown on the outside, and none had gotten on the inside of her jeans. There was a sort of peak where the hardest, driest part of her first turd was still absurdly trying to poke through the material in the back of her panties.
Realizing that she would need a garbage bag, paper towels, and a towel, she pulled her pants back up again. As she did so, she discovered with mixed feelings that pulling her pants up, squishing the poop into her crotch and onto her butt cheeks, made her feel wildly and naughtily ecstatic, in a wierdly secure kind of way. She reached behind her and pushed hard on the back of her pants, and rubbed gently up and down, unable to categorize this feeling in her mind, wondering if she should feel guilty about what she was doing. Deciding that she better do something about getting cleaned up, she headed for the kitchen to get the garbage bag. Definitely enjoying the feelings now, she sashayed her cute butt back and forth as she walked. Arriving back in the bathroom with her supplies in hand, she closed the door and spread open the garbage bag. Stepping into the tub, she felt unwilling to end these new feelings just yet. She stepped back out of the tub, put the toilet lid down, squatted over it, and slowly lowered her bulging jeans toward the lid. Her legs shook a little as she sat slowly into her large mess. She hadn't ever imagined that she could experience feelings like this from such a thing, as the goo spread in all directions, escaping through both leg bands of her panties and into the legs of her jeans while she scooted back and forth slightly, reveling in a new slippery heaven of her own making, the more solid parts of her movement spreading her cheeks anew and stimulating her little hole all over again. She couldn't resist the temptation to rub her now fully awakened pussy through her pants, and she surprised herself by coming to a violent, satisfying orgasm very quickly, despite having the jeans in the way.
While she cleaned herself up in the shower, she counted her many blessings, happy that she had a hand held shower massage, happy that she had lots of panties and jeans to replace the ones she was throwing away, and happy that she was now hooked on a whole new way to get sexual excitement. "I wonder what those Attends I saw in the drug store feel like?" she wondered aloud, a wicked smile slowly making its way across her face.
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