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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Story - Copying Polly

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Posted by Tim T on November 22, 1998 at 15:00
Here’s another little tale about a not-entirely fictional young lady and how she came to end up doing what she shouldn’t in her panties. Tim T
Copying Polly
It wasn’t really all that long ago, the first time I ever did it. It? It sounds daft when you try and say it, try and explain. It’s not something that would appeal to a lot of people; they’d think it was horrid - disgusting, even. But I ‘it’ did because I wanted to, and I did because it was enjoyable.What I did was - I did what little children do because they can’t help it. I went to the toilet in my pants.
I didn’t know then what I know now - that quite a lot of people like to do it. Lots of grown girls get a big kick out of peeing in their knickers. That makes me feel better - good, even. I know that I find it a big thrill. A lot of other people are into the baby thing - dressing up in nappies and so on, sucking dummies, drinking out of teat bottles, and doing all the other things that babies do, including the wet and mucky ones. And there are another lot who are into enemas, which is a bit wierd, but oddly fascinating. I’m not at all sure about that.
The nappies sounded okay, though, and plastic pants have always had an odd sort of appeal. I was always envious of my little sister - she’s five years younger than me - when she was a toddler and still had plastic pants and things, and I got hell if I leaked into my knickers. And I used to. Little sis was always a bit unreliable - more than once I can remember her making big jobs in her pants as well. Like I said, I was always a bit jealous.
I don’t know why the idea of going to the toilet in my pants has always been so appealling. I mean, on the face of it it’s not nice at all, and most people would try pretty hard to avoid it. But then I think back to little sis and her ‘accidents’ - and I’m not quite sure some of them were all that accidental - so perhaps she found it nice, too. I do; it’s a really nice feeling. And so now I have un-accidental ‘accidents’, too.
It all started when I was helping my friend Emma babysit for these people that she helps out in the holidays. They are jolly rich, and their kids are a bit spoilt. The youngest of them - by several years - was a little girl called Polly, who was about six. Well, this afternoon when I was helping Emma play with Polly in the garden of their whopping great house in Suffolk, she - Polly - did it. She went toilet in her pants. And I don’t mean a little wee, either; Polly went big jobs, and for a little kid they were jolly big big jobs.
She was wearing shorts - yellow ones - and we were throwing the ball for the dog on the lawn when she suddenly stopped, and stood there with the ball in her hand and an odd sort of look on her face - and did it. I actually saw the back of her shorts move as she messed in her knickers, and I heard the noise it made - a sort of soft sticky raspy sound. Emma was furious, but Polly didn’t take any notice. When she’d finished, she just sort of waddled a few steps, then threw the ball for the dog. She carried on running round as if nothing had happened. Except that, after a few minutes of her running and rolling on the grass, there was a sort of faint brown smear showing at the leg of her shorts.
‘Aren’t you going to change her?’ I asked Emma. Emma shook her head.
‘What’s the hurry? She’s not worried about having all that stuff in her pants, so why should I be? Besides..’ .
‘Besides what?’
‘Besides, I think she likes it.’
‘Likes it? Likes what?’
‘Doing it in her pants. And having it there afterwards. She’s always doing it.’

It wasn’t until tea-time that Emma eventually changed Polly. Once her shorts were down you could see the big, flattened bulge in the seat of her white pants which was starting to stain through. There was firm brown mess squeezing out down the backs of her legs where she’d sat in it and squashed it all out - it showed plainly under the white cotton legbands of her knickers. The inside of the knickers wasn’t very white, though! Emma complained like billy-oh about having to clean Polly up, though I actually did most of it.
After a while, Emma got fed up with looking after Polly and cleaning her up after her numerous ‘accidents’. So I took over. It was a good job - really nice surroundings, quite handy (I could get there on my bike) and, to a teenager, the pay was pretty generous. And, unlike Emma, I didn’t mind Polly pooing her pants. It fascinated me.
Polly had, I think, already rumbled that my attitude to her toilet habits was different to Emma’s. The result was that she stopped using the bathroom at all - at least while I was looking after her - and did everything in her pants. Quite deliberately - there was no doubt of that. I watched her do it the afternoon of the very first day I was in charge, when she thought I couldn’t see her. She was in the conservatory and I was in the adjoining dining room, cleaning the silver (my employers believed in getting their money’s-worth out of their babysitters!).
I could see Polly out of the corner of my eye as I sat at the dining table with my tin of polish. She was busy playing with her dolls, which were ranged on the floor in a circle. Poly was sitting on a low stool and ‘teaching’ them. Then something in her attitude changed, and made me look at her. I don’t think she could see me in the relative darkness of the dining room, because she looked up and glanced around her. Then she parted her legs and sort of fidgetted forward on the stool. She sat there, quite still, with her hands up to her ears sort of holding her hair back as she stared down at her own crotch. Next moment, I saw a dark spot of wetness appear on the front of her blue shorts, a spot which spread rapidly as she let go. The pee trickled gently off the front of the stool and made a little puddle on the tiled floor of the conservatory.
I let her finish peeing, then I got up and went into the conservatory.
‘Polly!’ I said, in mock anger. ‘What have you done?’
‘Did a wee-wee,’ said Polly, entirely matter-of-factly.
‘But not in the bathroom,’ I said.
Polly shook her head.
‘Did it in my pants,’ she said. And turned back, unconcerned, to her dolls.
I decided I’d better at least pretend normal concern.
‘I think we need to change you,’ I said. ‘And mop up that puddle.’

So I led her to the downstairs toilet and shower room, and took her wet shorts and pants down and washed her and dried her. I sat her on the toilet, and left her there while I went to her room for dry clothes - a fresh pair of cotton knickers and a dress. I thought that dresses might be a good idea if she was going to make a habit of this, as at least then there was a chance that only her knickers would get wet. Of course, Polly hadn’t used the toilet when I got back downstairs.
‘Are you quite sure you don’t need to do anything on the toilet?’ I asked her.
Polly shook her head, so I dressed her in the pretty little dress I’d found her and pulled up her clean pants.

Polly resumed her games in the conservatory and I went back to my polishing. All was sweetness and light for an hour or so, until it was almost tea-time. Polly had stopped playing with her dolls and was sitting at a small table in the conservatory, drawing a picture, when I became aware that she had raised her head. Once again, she glanced about her. I waited to see what she would do.
For a couple more minutes, Polly sat at the table, fidgetting a bit, and not resuming her drawing. Then she suddenly seemed to make up her mind and, pushing her chair back, she stood up. She was in profile to me, and I could see her close her eyes and sort of screw up her face. Next moment, she gave a little grunt, then made an obvious effort, straining to push her bowel movement out into those pristine knickers. There was absolutely no doubt whatever that Polly was, quite deliberately, messing her pants.
It took Polly a good minute of effort to finish what was quite evidently a pretty substantial BM. Then, gradually, she relaxed and felt behind herself, prodding at the seat of her pants through her dress. Then, carefully and considerately, she held her frock out of the way as she lowered herself back down onto the chair. Even from where I was, I could hear a distinct sticky sound as she sat in the mess in her pants. Staring straight ahead of her, with a faint smile on her face, Polly wriggled in her seat, quite evidently revelling in the sensation of the warm softness filling her knickers and spreading out beneath her.
At the end of that first afternoon, I knew three things: Cleaning silver is mind-numbingly boring; Polly went toilet in her pants because she liked the feeling it gave her; and I was going to have a lot of washing and clearing-up to do. That was certainly true - next morning, Polly hardly waited for me to arrive before messing her pants, just standing in the middle of the kitchen floor and letting go. She did have the grace to put a finger in her mouth and to look at me coyly from beneath lowered brows as she pushed the BM’s out into her knickers. I pulled out the back of her shorts and pants to check what sort of state she was in - and found a moderate pile of firmish brown paste nestling between the cheeks of her neat round bottom.
I decided not to change her straight away - after all, who was I to spoil her fun? So I let her play in the garden with her messy knickers under her shorts for a while - and thereby saved myself some extra work, as not half an hour later Polly squatted down in the corner of the sandpit and not only peed her pants but also strained away and quite evidently added to the mess. The expression on her face as she did this was as near blissful as anything I’ve seen. I remember thinking to myself then: ‘Maybe that is what having sex might be like.’ I now know I was quite close to the truth in that thought!
The quite evident enjoyment Polly got from going to the toilet in her pants made me think quite a bit. I remembered how jealous I’d been of my little sister when I was about nine or ten, because she was small and could get away with ‘accidents’. I rembered too, then, how I had longed to do it myself. And now, here I was, five years later, still jealous of a younger child who could go to the toilet in her pants if she wanted to.
But then, if Polly could do it, why couldn’t I? I was still living at home, but there were lots of times in the summer holidays and even in term-time when I was in the house on my own. If I cleaned myself up and washed my pants out before anyone else got home, no-one would ever know. So, as I watched Polly happily pooing her pants every day, I sort of half made my mind up to try it if I got a chance. I also started going to bed with a pair of my thick school knickers on under my pyjama trousers, and lying there, wondering what it would feel like to do my jobs in them. I would rub myself up to little trembly climaxes through the double layer of cotton at the thought.
I started to take a lot more notice of my actual bowels then. I’ve always found actually doing my jobs an especially nice feeling, and as I sat on the loo each day, I’d imagine what it would feel like if, instead of dropping into the water with an embarrasing splash, those big lumps of warm softness were piling up in my pants, all comforting and sticky under my bottom. And what it would feel like to sit in a good pile of soft warmth, feeling it all squeeze out under me unitil it was trying to get out of my nice white knickers.
But the summer holidays were nearly before I finally found out what it felt like. Somehow, I never quite found the right opportunity, until one Saturday I was on my way home from looking after Polly when I realised that I needed the loo quite badly. Beacause we’re a bit on the green and vege side at our house, I always need to go twice a day, but that morning I had been late getting up, and I hadn’t had time. So now I really needed to do it, and as I hurried uncomfortably home, I realised this was my chance to try doing it in my pants; I knew that the rest of the family had gone off on a trip to the coast and wouldn’t be back until quite late, so I’d have plenty of time to clean up and so on.
By the time I got in, I knew I’d have to make up my mind pretty quickly if I was going to do it. Part of me was sort of saying ‘Don’t be silly, it’s horrid and messy and really stupid,’ and the rest of me was thinking ‘I really want to go, and this is my chance.’ I was wearing my ordinary pants - quite skimpy cotton briefs - under jeans. I didn’t think those would be the best thing to wear, so I went quickly up to my room and put on a pair of my school knickers - thick white cotton pants that came up right round your waist - and a short sun-dress that I’ve really grown out of.
By now, I was getting quite uncomfortable. I made my way out into the garden, which is fortunately very private. I just sort of stood there in the middle of the terrace for a moment or two, then I thought ‘what the hell; I needn’t ever do it again if I don’t like it.’ So I just sort of relaxed, expecting it all to come. But it didn’t. So I took a deep breath, and, like Polly, started to push. I felt things stirring then, and automatically tensed up and stopped it. Then I pushed again, a bit harder, and gradually I felt the first lump start to come out of me. I tensed up again, and it slipped back inside me. I paused for a moment, then took a really deep breath and gave a short, hard push.
That did it. I did a little spurt of pee, and what felt like a huge lump shot out of me and landed in the seat of my pants. I could hardly feel it lying there, with only a small sticky tip just nudging my bottom. When I felt it through my knickers with my fingers, it wasn’t all that big - and I was still uncomfortable. I needed to do more - a lot more, I hoped. So I took another long, deep breath, and this time started to push steadily. Gradually, I felt this really big lump start to come; I just kept pushing, and it just kept coming; it seemed to go on almost for ever, and it gave me the most intense and wonderful feelings as it eased out, pushing the first lump out of the way, and sort of coiling down across my bottom and a little way down my left leg. It made a distinct sticky sound as it slid out of me - exactly the same sound I’d heard so many times coming from Polly.
I stopped then, and went back inside the house to my bedroom. I stood sort of half-back-on in front of the long mirror on the front of my wardrobe, and lifted my frock up so that I could see my knickers. There was quite a noticeable bulge under my bottom where the two lumps had pushed the white cotton of my pants out. Still looking in the mirror, I took another deep breath and pushed again, harder this time. Almost horrified, I watched the bulge in my knickers grow as another long soft sausage slid endlessly out of me, with those wierd-but-nice feelings growing all the time. This lump made a long, soft, sticky rasping squelching noise as it came, just like Polly’s jobs did when she really filled her pants.
I still wasn’t quite finished, but I decided to save the last instalment for later. For quite a while I just stood there, savouring the strange but somehow delightful sensations under my bottom and staring at the big bulge in the seat of my school knickers. It felt exactly as if someone was pressing warm, soft mud gently against my skin. Then I had the sudden and overwhelming desire to sit in that bulge, squash it out, feel the warmth and the softness spread out under me. I grabbed the little hand mirror off my dressing-table, and went back out into the garden, walking rather awkwardly with all the stuff in my pants. I remembered Polly’s exagerated waddle when she’d done a big load in her pants, and smiled.
In the garden, I walked over to the low, wide brick wall that bordered the terrace and hoiked my frock up out of the way. Then, slowly, I sat down. The feeling as my weight came onto that great lump of warm softness and gradually flattened it against the brick of the wall was indescribable, and the sticky squidging noise that accompanied the mess spreading out made it even better. Because I had walked from my room, the lump had settled right under me, and when I sat in it it went up behind me a bit, into the crack of my bottom, but mostly down under my legs. I felt it squeeze out under my left thigh as I wiggled in it, and when I lifted my leg and used my mirror to look, there was a big brown smear showing under the edge of my white school knickers.
I got off the wall then, and sat on the paving of the terrace with my mirror propped against the side of the wall and my frock up so that my pants showed. I wiggled my bottom in the mess, then, sitting over on one side so that my bottom was slightly off the ground and taking a deep breath, I pushed as hard as I could. I did a long spurt of hot pee that really soaked the gusset of my pants and then, with a loud sticky squelch, I felt a last lot of really soft stuff force its way out. To my delight and amazement, some of it squeezed out at the left leg of my knickers.
I sat there for a long time, just feeling the softness under me and staring at the smears showing at the legs of my pants. Then I walked around the garden a bit, feeling the mess in my pants moving around and gradually freeing itself from my bottom until it was all in lying in the sagging seat of my knickers. I sat in it again, then went back to my bedroom, and stood in front of the mirror once more with my frock up. It was more than obvious what I’d done; not only were there smears showing at the legs of my knickers, but there was a big mottled golden-brown stain right across the seat of them. They were utterly, utterly filthy - but somehow that didn’t bother me.
Even the clearing-up and the washing didn’t bother me either. I went into the bathroom to do it, and sat on the loo for quite a while with my knickers round my ankles, just staring at all the goo in them. I was quite sorry to see it all flush away down the pan, and as I washed out the grotty knickers I was already planning the next time. And I knew that I’d never be cross with Polly, ever again

Monday, May 30, 2011

Ariel Poops Her Panties

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Posted by CFW on October 15, 1999 at 09:08
Ariel Poops Her Panties
Jane looked on with concern as her seventeen year old stepdaughter absent mindedly pressed a hand into her crotch. They had been shopping for over two hours during which time Ariel had been squirming around and bumping her knees together. Without even realizing that she was doing it Ariel was now holding herself and Jane knew that she was close to wetting herself, she had seen it happen so many times before.
Just ten years older than her, Jane was the only mother that Ariel had known and she loved her stepdaughter dearly. Do you need to pee she asked seeing Ariel frown as she made a hissing sound, both hands now presed up under the short black mini skirt she was wearing. They had been shopping for clothes, a passion for both of them, and were in the dress section of a department store in a large mall. You had better go then honey Jane told her.
Ariel whispered okay then spread out her legs releasing her hold. She sighed in relief as urine saturated the crotch of her black panties and bubbled through her black pantyhose pouring into the carpet and splashing a bit onto the black high heeled dress shoes that she had on. Ariel peed for nearly a minute with her eyes closed finally dribbling to a stop as Jane looked on in fascination. Then taking some tissues from her purse she wiped Ariel's crotch area while she remained standing with her legs spread.
They continued their shopping, stopping for lunch at a nice pumb in the mall. Jane didn't complain about Ariel ordering a burger and french fries though she was supposed to be watching her weight as Jane was concerned about her becoming fat even though Ariel's full figure was sensuously appealing with good sized breasts, shaply hips, a nice rounded bum and solid legs. Maybe the greasy food will help your with constapation she told her.
Eriel had been constapated for three days now, her hardened belly swollen with a large fecal mass trapped inside. She could feel the massive lumpy turd pressing upon her annal ring, the hard brown head visible in her opening as she strained vigorously to expell it. But due to it's relitive dryness and huge size Ariel was having great difficulty in passing it. She needed to make a bowel movement so badly that she was ucomfortable just sitting there.
Jane knew that Ariel needed to have a poop. Checking her that morning and seeing the size of the obstruction she had suggested giving her an enema but Ariel would have nothing to do with it much preferring to wait and pass it naturally. She would strain periodically hoping to do her poo and although feeling as if she were about to shit her panties Ariel still could not go.
The last time Ariel tried to expel the enormous mass from inside of her was in the parking lot before they had come into the mall. She had felt her bowels move pressuring open her spincter and felt the tip of her monster shit emmerge. Leaning forward onto the dash as she sat in the car Ariel srewed up her face and blushing hard grunted loudly as she strained to go poop. Her oriface stretch wide and it hurt but all she could manage was to push the shit out an inch or so before it was pinched back in.
In the car she had tried a few more pushes and had been walking around shopping since then with her spincter muscle relaxed, pushing the odd time in hope of going but all to no avail. They finished eating their lunch and were having coffee when Jane noticed Ariel holding her breath bearing down trying to shit, her breast heaving under her white blouse. Do you think you can go now she asked and Ariel nodded her head saying that she thought so.
They walked back to the department store and into the lingerie boutique finding a secluded spot with no one around. Jane stood behind while Ariel spread her legs and bent way over with her hands on her nylon clad knees. Her skirt was so short that Jane could see the seat of her panties exposed. The greasy fries had worked, Ariel's spincter was stretched to it's maximum around a hard lumpy two and three quarter inch turd which had began to immerge and was pressing against the seat of her panties just above the gusset.
But still it would be no easy task to expell this huge sized monster. Ariel closed her eyes cathing her breath and griting her teeth pushed for all she was worth. Her body shook with the tension as she bore down. AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! Jane noticed the bulge in the seat of Ariel's panties suddenly increase in size. She bore down again AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH! There was a soft crackling sound like plfplfplf as the lump back there grew and Ariel's panties began tenting outwards.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! Ariel pushed even harder. Her panties were poking five inches straight out in back now. Jane pressed her hand on it working the thick log inside of Ariel's underwear up into the cleft of her ass. Ariel was breathless but she bore down again pushing out more of her massive load. HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGG! Jane felt the huge poop moving against her palm as she manipulated it upwards in Ariel's panties.
Smaller bits of Ariel's mess pushed into the area above the gusset in the seat of her panties forming into a grapfruit sized lumpy ball as Ariel bore down again and again and again to completely empty herself. All her sraining had cause her to urinate and pee poured onto the floor between her feet. When she finally finished Jane surveyed the damage. Ariel had taken a massive dump in her panties. No way would her tiny mini skirt hide what she had done.
Ariel stood up and Jane adjusted her black skirt over her bulging panties. The massive log stretching toward the waist band of her panties cuased a visible ridge in the center of her skirt and the hem rode out in mid back over the lumpy ball which saged down two inches bellow it. Jane pressed her hand on it. It was solid and hard. She got Ariel to turn side ways and then to walk a few steps in front of her finally deciding that it would be alright until the got home.
When they had finished their shopping and arrived at home Jane took Ariel into her bedroom to change her. Ariel held up her skirt while Jane pulled down her panties and pantyhose from behind, carefully removing them. The massive dark brown load in the seat of Ariel's panties was the largest that she had ever done but like all her other ones was dumped from her panties into the toilet hardly even staining them.
Ariel lay face down on her bed on a folded towel with her legs apart while Jane washed her with warm soapy water then rinsed her and mesaged baby oil onto her bum. Changed into white panies and a short grey pleated skirt Ariel watched TV for awhile. Later on she had been squiming and holding herself for a while before finallly deciding to go pee. Then moving to edge of her chair Ariel closed her eyes, spread her legs and took a long pleasurable piss through her panties on the living room floor.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

The Hazards Of Spying By Lisa on Sat Mar 28, 1998 (Note: this story has a girl farting into a guys face. I hope you like it.)

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The Hazards Of Spying
By Lisa on Sat Mar 28, 1998
(Note: this story has a girl farting into a guys face. I hope you like it.)
Scott felt guilty about doing this. Spying on Karen from the tree across from her house... it just felt so wrong. Still, hormones are hormones. Besides, it wasn't likely that Karen would find out. It was a victimless crime.
"Yeah, Scott" he said quietly. "You just keep telling yourself that."
Karen was the prettiest girl on campus. Long, dark hair, a cute face, big boobs and a nice ass. A REAL nice ass. She lived in a big house, all alone. Her parents owned it, it was like their summer home. Pretty and rich, it was no wonder that Karen was also popular and even though Scott wasn't Mr. Cool, she was still nice to him.
Scott was strange when it came to people. Even if the popular people DID like him, he still probably wouldn't have hung around with them. They where, in his own words, "Savages". Scott was a scrawny, scruffy looking journalism student who preferred reading, watching t.v and movies and listening to old Bob Dylan records to interacting with people. This was why he was confused by his feelings for Karen. He had always had a problem with women. He just didn't understand them. Yet suddenly, he found himself wanting to be with her. Scott's feelings of guilt disappeared when Karen entered the room warring a white t-shirt and tight jeans. She stretched and sat at her desk and began to work.
He sat quietly in the tree and watched. It wasn't like she was taking her clothes off. He just wanted to see her. Suddenly, Karen looked up. She looked right into the Scott's tree. Could she see him?
"No, that's crazy talk" Scott thought. Karen pointed at him and screamed something. "On the other hand..." Scott quickly slid out of the tree, just as Karen burst out the front door. Scott sprinted down the street, running as fast as he could. Unfortunately, Karen was in far better shape than Scott. She quickly chased him down and tackled him. "What do you think your doing, you pervert?" she screeched. Scott's brain slid into "lie" mode. "Well, your pal Tom tossed my book into yon sapling..." He said, holding up the book in his hand. "I guess he though that I couldn't climb up to get it. Little did her realize that..." "Bull!" she shouted. "You where spying on me!"
"What?! I would never do that... what makes you think I'd..."
"Shut up!" Karen picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "I think you and I should go for a walk." She dragged Scott by the collar into her house. "Well, that's it" He thought. "She'll call the cops, they'll bust me and I'll get kicked out of school. Man, what happened to the days when looking through a girls window was considered romantic?"
Scott was so busy pondering this thought, he didn't notice Karen was leading him to up to her room. Karen closed the door behind them. Scott's mind raced. "That's democracy for you. I.... what the hell?" He looked around blinking. "Ummmmm... pardon me, but.... why am I here? I mean, I figured you would have called the cops on me by now..." Karen giggled.
"No, Scott. I'm not going to call the police. You seem like a nice guy, and nice guys shouldn't have to go to jail. After all... it's not like I was taking my clothes off." Scott almost laughed. "Still, you do need to be punished." She pushed him to the bed and tied him down. "Great, now I'm trapped in an issue of Penthouse forum." Scott took a couple of deep breaths. " Ok," he thought "a couple of smacks with a whip and I'm out of here. I never speak of it again." He didn't know how wrong he was. Karen stood at the end of the bed, looking seductive.
She turned her back and Scott eyes locked onto her denim-encased ass. Suddenly, Karen lifted her right leg and let out a giant fart! PHURRRRRPHT! Scott was shocked. Karen turned around, her hand clasped over her mouth, pretending to be embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry! It's the chili I made for lunch. It always has that effect on me." She walked over to Scott. The smell had just hit him.
"Did you like that?" She asked in a babyish voice. Scott's eyes watered. He shook his head. Karen smiled and stood up. She stuck her butt out and made like she was going to sit on Scott's face. She stopped with her crack touching his nose.
BLOORT! She turned. "Sorry. Man, what a funk!" She strained a little and..... Purt... BLOOORT BLOOOORT...POONT! " Oops! Did I do that?" Scott began to breath through his mouth. "Oh oh.... trying to avoid the stink?" Karen walked to her dresser and pulled out a pair of panties. She walked over to Scott, swinging the panties on her index finger. She jammed the panties into his mouth. Scott began to scream, but the panties muffled his cries. He stopped when Karen undid his belt and slowly pulled his pants to his ankles.
She giggled and climbed onto his chest, putting her butt into his face. She let out a giant BLORFT, but Scott wasn't thinking about the gas coming out of her ass. He was more concerned with what she was doing with her hands. She was stroking his cock, and it was becoming rock hard. "Mmm... ummm.... uh?" He lifted his head, but Karen let out an enormous POOORLRPHT that sent his head back into the pillow. She was still tickling his prick and he was getting close to cumming, but just as he was about to shoot his load, she pulled away, giggling, and let out an S.B.D.
"Why, Scott, if I didn't know any better, I'd say... my farts where turning you on" she said. She squeezed out a POOT! Karen Giggled like a school girl and tooted like a hippo until, finally she decided Scott had suffered enough. She started giving him a hand job and continued until he spurted. Scott sighed, contentedly. Karen turned and lay her head on his chest. She pulled the panties from his mouth. "Well, in case you can't tell, I like you." She smiled. He smiled back. "Want to untie me?" he asked. "Are you kidding?" Karen turned and stuck her shapely bum into Scott's face. "I'm just getting started."

Friday, May 27, 2011

Ashley's Accident

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Posted by CFW on October 28, 1999 at 07:55
Ashley's Accident
So what if somewhere along the road Ashley's exceptional good looks helped her to advance in her career. The point is that her hard work and business savy is what keeps her on top in a predominately male field. So she would have been a fool indeed to not use her beauty to her own advantage. Not that she slept with the boss or anything like that but Ashley kept herself up to the point that when she walked into the room everyone took notice.
Ashley exercised her shapely body rigorously. Her hair, nails and makeup always done to perfection. And she dressed in a classy business like fashion, conservative yet sexy. For instance today Ashley's long blond hair was pulled off of her pretty face in a french braid. Her makeup was not over done. Her light blue suit over a plain white blouse was middle of the road, although the tight skirt over hung with a longish blazer was a bit short, stopping above mid thigh.
Even her underwear today was rather simple, plain white high waisted lycra panties and matching bra, shear beige pantyhose. The only thing the least bit racy were the dark blue shoes she wore as they had a four inch heel. But no matter how Ashley dressed she always looked sexy and beautiful, she just couldn't help but to do so.
Being a high powered executive in a large firm wasn't without it's disadvantages. The hours were long, the work load heavy, and the stress level high. Ashley is efficient and so could handle the work, but the stress got to her. Although masking it well in the office Ashley was prompted to explore various coping mechanism. She smoked and drank coffee and alcohal to excess. She had a prescription for her nerves and suffered from migraines.
The only person who knew of Ashley's vunerability was her husband Derrick. Derrick was strong, not just physically but more in his character. He was a rock and not swayed by the pressures of society so Ashley knew that she could count on him whenever she faultered, confident that he would be there for her no matter what.
Ashley's professional facade was froth with peculiar ideosyncrasies. For instance, she hardly ever used the women's washroom at her workplace and then only to pee and only if she absolutely had to. She only ever made a bowel movement at home in her own washroom, sometimes coming home in mid afternoon to do so. On odd occasions when they were out for the evening Derrick would have to bring her home so she could go poop and he never made an issue of it, just excepting it as the way she was.
This particularely long day which culminated in a two hour executive meeting after everyone else had gone home found Ashley needing to use the bathroom rather badly. She drove home with a hand buried deep between her legs, her crotch already a bit wet from the few squirts of urine that had escaped into her panties. She could feel heat and pressure at her urethra as if it were about to explode. And even worse Ashley needed to make a bowel movement. She had to go all day but couldn't get away and now with her pressing need to pee she was desperate to take a shit.
Ashley could feel her sphincter muscle quaking in spasm as she fought to keep it closed against the large fecal mass caked inside of her. She could feel the sweat between her bum cheeks and the pressure of her skirt's waist band against her hard tummy. Ashley had been desperate to go to the bathroom before but never like this. Biginning to think that she wasn't going to make it home but actually have an accident in her panties Ashley stepped on the gas peddle.
With not even a sigh of relief as she pulled in the driveway Ashley jumped out of her car and ran to the front door fumbling with her keys to unlock it. Bouncing while pressing her knees together, her hand still in her crotch, Ashley began to panic dropping her keys. She bent to pick them up and stopped cold. The last remains of her control lost Ashley felt her annus suddenly open and heard a soft crackling noise as a warm poop moved from her bowels and into the seat of her white panties.
At the same time the flood gates opened and pee poured through her panties darkening the front of her light blue skirt and cascaded down between her legs. She began to sob uncontrolably as she stood there frosen in a slightly crouched position while a puddle spred out from her feet on the concrete porch. Heaving with her sobs Ashley's bowels emtied completely until a simmering mass of warm, semi hard
poop filled her underwear and bulged out perceptively in the seat of her tight skirt.

The door opened and Derrick found his wife with tears rolling down her beautiful face while standing in a large puddle of her own pee. He saw the front of her skirt soaked from her accident and could smell what she had done in the seat of her panties. He scooped Ashley up in his arms and carried her up to the bathroom where he promptly undressed her, and clean the caked poop from her bum while he ran a hot bath for her. Ashley had stopped crying and just stood there silently in shock as he worked.
Derrick dropped the load from Ashley's panties into the toilet then ran hot water through them in the laundry tub before washing and rinsing them by hand along with her pantyhose and skirt. He cleaned up the front porch and then went back up to see if Ashley was okay. She didn't want to talk about it so he helped her towel dry and get her nighty on then put her to bed.
A short while later Derrick came back up and slipped into bed trying not to disturb her. But Ashley was awake and turned into his arms kissing him lustfully. They convulsed in rythemic embrace culminating in the most wonderful sex that they had had in a while. And the next day when Ashley got up she seemed bubbly and happy as if her accident had been some sort of pressure valve that had released.
She didn't speak of her accident as things gradually got back to normal. Ashley remained the dynamic executive who had to rush home occasionally in order to use her own toilet to a bowel movement even when she was out for a social evening with her husband. There were a few close calls during that time but Ashley had not messed her panties again.
At the end of one particularly stressfull week Derrick took Ashley out to an upscale restaurant to help her wind down. And she went all out to look exceptionally beautiful in a skimpy tight black mini dress with beaded patterns on it. She wore dark makeup and lipstick and had her long blond hair curled and hanging loose. Underneath her dress Ashley wore high cut black panties with a lace waist band and matching bra. She had on black stay-up nylon stockings and black spike heeled stilettos. The effect was quite striking.
After a delicious meal they sat in the lounge over drinks enjoying the entertainment when Ashley suddenly announced that she had to go home. Derrick had noticed her squirming, reasoning correctly that she had to go to the bathroom. He didn't realize how much Ashley had drank until she stood and he noticed that ahe was quite tipsy.
Helping her to the car Ashley stopped half way across the parking lot and winced as she bent slightly pressing her knees together while shoving a hand between her legs. At the car door she turned facing Derrick and burying her face into his chest spread her legs slightly apart and began to pee. He heard her moan as a stream of warm piss poured through the gusset of her panties and splashed noisily onto the tarmac between them.
Ashley seemed downcast as Derrick helped her into the car. He asked if she was okay and Ashley whispered yes. As he pulled out onto the highway for the short drive home Ashley put her hand on his shoulder leaning into him and he thought she was going to cry. But then he felt her tense up and heard her grunting quietly and could hear a soft crackling sound from her rear as a long line of poop exited her rectum and snaked into the seat of her pretty black panties. Ashley caught her breath, bearing down again and Derrick could smell her shit.
Ashley quietly grunted away completely filling the seat of her panties with her bowel movement, finnishing up just as they pulled into the driveway of their home. When Derrick carried her upstairs she held on tight, her arms around his neck and kissing him whispered take me to the bedroom. Turning on the lights as he held her craddled in his arms Derrick looked in the mirror and could see the seat of Ashleys panties where her short dress had rode up. There was a huge lumpy ball the size of a gapefruit in them.
He stood her beside the bed and they kissed hungrily, then Ashley fumbled undoing his pants to release his stiffness. She sank on her knees and took him into her mouth sucking him for awhile before pushing him onto the bed and mounting him. Pulling her filled panties aside so that Derrick could enter her it wasn't long before they brought one another to the most amazing climax. And then he cleaned her up, washed out her panties and put her to bed.
Derrick lay in bed thinking about this latest twist in their relationship as Ashley snored away softly beside him in restful sleep. Maybe it was just another thing that she needed to help her cope, Derrick was well aware of the stress on Ashley. They had discussed her packing it in, but she was reluctant to give up the life style that her money helped to give them.
So Derrick had taken a big gamble with his own business and it payed off. Very shortly Ashley would be able to quit her job and their life style wouldn't suffer, if anything it would only improve. In the mean time, if his beautiful wife wanted to come home with a shit in her panties everyday that would be perfectly alright with him.    

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Gassy Affair

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by No Name on Tue Sep 15, 1998
As I was waking up I barely remembered what happened last night. I must have had the worst hangover in history. My blurry vision was starting to clear as I looked up and saw the most flabbiest ass in the world. Memory kicked in and I realized it was my wife.

"What is it dear?"I asked in a drone-like tone. "I have something for you."she said as she dropped that gelitan-like butt on my face.

The weight of her whole body was to much for my cranium. My head sank below the bed cushion. I heard grunting noises from my wife. Then it dawned on me. My wife is the Queen of ass gas. Me and my buddies have lost many times to her in farting contests. And man can she clear a room. Now I was getting a point-blank range of her power. The vibrations on my face were too much for me. It went directly in my nose. I screamed as loud as I could but the combination of my wife's huge ass and the volume of her flatulence, meant that I could barely hear myself.

She grabbed my hair and forced me in deeper. I thought I was going to go into her asshole and she fart me out but thank God for physics. She finally spoke and told me why this ASSault was taking place. "You dumbass came home late last night drunk as a skunk with HER!!" And with that her she emphasised it with one of her potent farts.

"C'mon in!"My wife called out from what I heard. Foot steps and she lifted
her ass so I could see my next tormentress. Julie is my mistress and she looked so pissed.

Sitting side saddle on my mushed nose she came second to my wife in the fart department. She let out sexual moans as she produced some loud, wet farts.
She got off my face and said"You bastard!" She grabbed my head with her
feet and keep it from moving away. This next fart had some punch to this one.


"I don't want to kill him. Yet. That one in close range would have knocked him out."Julie said. She sat on my face violently. I think she broke my nose.
"But when I think of what he's done I feel no remorse!"she said while blasting a long fart.

I wished for a broken nose at that point. I twisted my way out of that predicament, but fell victim to another one. My wife pounced on me and squeezed my head in her humungous thighs. A combination of smothering and choking.

My wife picked my up and tossed me over to Julie. Julie picks me up on her
shoulders facing her ass. "Hey watch this."Julie said. There I was dangling
and she farts in my face. I'm swinging like a pendulum from the force of her farts. Then I come crashing back into her firm ass just to be blown back away.


Julie dropped me like a sack of potatos and crush my neck in her vise-like grip.


"Get off I want to try something."My wife said. She jumped off the bed and
bellyflopped on me, crushing me in the carpet floor. She spread her legs to
open her bunghole cannon. Her butthole opened and blasted in my face. Both of our cheeks were flapping

My wife said"Oh by the way I have another suprise for you." She fired a second shot that knocked my head up. "Your wife and I found out that we were not the only ones. C'mon in Sasha!" Julie said. I looked up and saw Sasha. I tried to back up but slammed up the wall with her chest only.

She backed up and I fell to my knees. Sasha delivered a a hammerblow to my sternum.

Sasha had nothing to say as she sat on my face and shot fart after fart
in my face. Then she stuffed my face deeper with her muscular legs.

Julie squeezed my midsection with her steel thighs.

Sasha bounced on the side of my head with her muscular butt.

My wife laughing at my predicament. She left the room saying"I'll leave you all here to play!"


"I'll kill you!" "This'll teach ya!" That was all I heard from my two pissed-off mistresses.

"Sasha you take over."Julie says. "Fine I like to crush his head like a walnut!"Sasha says.

I could feel her solid thighs crushing my head. Out of the middle of nowhere she farts on the back of my head. She gathers all of her strength and jumps
while I'm still caught and she slams all of her weight on the back of my head.
Julie lands on my back and she twists my arms.

Sasha crushes my head even more.

"You know working together is fun."Julie says. "All this wrestling helps move more gas for me."Sasha says. "So tell me, stud, how are you taking the smell? It's like a breath of fresh air."Sasha says, laughing. Julie teamed up and squeezed my stomach and Sasha farted and crushed my skull. A double suffocation.

It was a powerful fart that burned off all of my nose hair.
"Keep on crushing Sasha."Julie said. She let go of my sides and sat on the
top of Sasha's leg to add weight to the scissors. To add to the humiliation
Julie let out a sputtering fart. She oohed and aahed as it flowed.

Sasha let go for a second and I full took that time to enjoy fresh air. I rolled
off and crawled my way out of the room but in my weak condition I was just a pathetic sight. Julie grabbed my ankles and dragged me the the sofa, where

she proceeded to bounce repeatedly on my chest with her ass. She repeated
it several times. The wind was knocked out of me. "This is the ass bomb."Julie says.

"Stop bouncing on the furniture!"my wife said. "Sorry. It was for a good cause."Julie says. They all laughed at the joke. She bounced one more time and I let out a little fart. Then they laugh at my squeak. "You call that a fart!"Julie said as she mounted my face and dropped a real ass bomb.

Julie picked me up and threw me on the bed. Sasha followed through with a full body splash.

She crushed down and farted more on me. I blurted out I was sorry but that
had no effect on them.



Mother And Daughter Ass Attack

By Kan on Fri Sep 18, 1998
[Howdy, fart lovers...here's a new story for you to inhale, hope you all like it. Sniff deep, embrace the aroma and let me know what you stink, er, think...]
Cathy and her pretty teenage daughter, Alison, sat in the kitchen at the counter, a huge bowl of raw veggies in front of them. They were munching broccoli and stared at me as I walked in. "Hey, health food, good choices," I said casually, kissing Cathy on the head. The 45-year-old short-haired blonde and I had been dating for a year or so. She and Alison lived alone. "We've been eating this shit all day waiting for you," Alison growled, snapping off a huge green mouthful of veggie. "Alison, please, your language," Cathy said, chastising her daughter but keeping her eyes trained on me, coldly.
"What's the problem, ladies?" I asked nervously, sniffing the air. "And what's that smell?" Alison giggled and lifted a cheek off her stool to rip a loud, crackling fart. "That's the smell," she laughed. "Like it?" My mouth hung open as the two women kept chewing and staring. I was getting a little anxious. "You hit on my daughter and you hit on my daughter's friends," Cathy said calmly, putting down her broccoli stalk and standing up, straightening her beige shorts on her slender, muscular legs. "That will not be tolerated. You and I are no longer dating, for one thing, and you must be punished for another."
I was stunned. I had hit on Alison, but I swore she was coming on to me first. I was about to explain that to Cathy, but knew there was no way on earth she'd believe a 16-year-old girl would come onto a 45-year-old man. "Hon, please, I can explain...." I stammered, walking up to her, putting my hands on her shoulders. She smiled up into my eyes and I leaned forward to kiss her. The pain that shot into my balls was instant and intense. I looked down expecting to see Cathy's slim thigh jammed into my crotch, but instead saw only Alison's grubby sneaker. She'd nailed me in the nuts from behind. She slid her foot out and I hit the floor at her mother's knees, in agony. "Nice shot, Ally," Cathy said, high-fiving her daughter. "All those years of dance and athletics paid off!" I grovelled at Cathy's feet, holding my balls as they walked around me, jabbing me with their feet, Cathy with her sandals, Alison with her sneaks. The lithe young blonde wore baggy shorts, socks and t-shirt, and she didn't smell that great. I knew she'd been at sports practices all day and as a teen, she was not fond of showering. She kicked me in the ribs to roll me to my back and then used her long legs to snake a figure-four leg lock on my legs, bending my knee at a painful angle. I howled in pain. "Get him, ma," Alison hissed. "Bury that moaning face!"
Cathy descended on me, hiking up her shorts to expose her muscular, creamy ass, an ass better than most woman half her age. I saw the tufts of hair peeking around the thin fabric of her tiny panties and then felt it tickle my eyes and nose and lips. She was absorbing my face inside her ass muff, finally settling down on my nose, pulling the panties aside and taking my nose inside her wet asshole. "Ahhhhhh...." she hissed, rocking back and forth on my face, fucking my nose in her shitter. "It's home!!" "Let 'em rip, ma!!!" Alison screamed, undoing the figure four to spread my legs and ram both her dirty sneakers up into my balls. The world erupted into a Vesuvius of sound, stench and sensation as Cathy unloaded an ungodly, long, rumbling series of farts directly into my face and up my nose. The smell was overwhelming, the sound deafening and the wetness on my face sticky-moist as she continued to lay down fart after fart, one hardly ending as another picked up steam, layering my moaning face with shit-stenched waves of butt flame. My body twitched involuntarily and my hands pawed meekly at the thick pads of warm ass meat that scissored me to the deep dampness inside.
"Holy shit, ma, that's bad, I mean REALLY bad!!" Alison laughed, pumping her feet into my numb nuts. "My turn!!" Cathy got up off my face, knowing I was too paralyzed to move. Alison jumped up and peeled off her shorts and panties, standing on thin, muscular legs, spreading wide her glistening ass flesh and standing over my face. "Look at it, asshole, look at that shitchute," she growled over her shoulder. "You're gonna get to know it well in the next 10 minutes." And for 10 minutes, little Alison perched on my face, grinding my nose inside her gritty anus, the stench from that unwashed orifice alone enough to blind a man. But add to that a constant barrage of belly thunder, as she sat calmly on my face with that big bowl of veggies on my chest, eating handfuls of cauliflower, broccoli, pepper and scallions, and it's a wonder I wasn't killed outright.
The smell from the teen vixen's hairless pooper was not of this earth, a combination of raw vegetables, shit, cheap teenage perfume, pussy cheese and sweat. It was a low, constant groan that oozed from her asshole after a few minutes of plank-splitting butt thunder, the force of that sudden expulsion of original air peeling back my eyelids and coating my corneas with blinding methane. What little air I had to breathe that wasn't totally fouled by the hissing emissions from her shitter was what I could suck in from the cheesy folds of her hairy teen twat, which she was rubbing all over my mouth in an effort to gag me with her come. And she did, repeatedly. She used my face as her personal gas bidet for 15 minutes, finally climbing off to stand over me with her mom, both of them munching the rest of the veggies in the bowl. Suddenly, Cathy's slim belly grumbled loudly and they laughed. "Hold him for me, honey," she said, dashing down the hallway. "I'll be right back." Alison slid to the floor and laced her muscular teen girl thighs around my neck for a tight scissors, folding her slender but iron-hard calves up alongside my jawbone for a crushing embrace as we both listened - me in horror, she in laughter - to her mother unloading a gruesomely loud and wet shit in the bathroom down the hall. Five minutes later, she came back, sans shorts. And smiling.
"Damn, Alison, I thought we had toilet paper!" she laughed. "We do, mom," Alison said, giggling, pointing to my red face trapped in her scissors. "Right here!" Cathy sat hard on my face, grinding her shitty shitter onto my nose, wiping her dripping bunger clean on my lips, cheeks, chin, whatever she could. The smell was worse than ever, the taste nauseating, but Alison's choking scissorlock on my throat kept me from puking. Finally, Cathy settled down for a long, hard nose fuck, bouncing her foul rectal tissue up and down on me, the ghastly stench being piledriven up my nasal passages. And if the wet grain of her shitted butt opening wasn't bad enough, she was forcing it in even deeper by a constant cadence of rippling rump bombs that were being driven right into my shit-soggy brain.
I was nearly out when they finished with me that day. I staggered to my feet to the kitchen sink and puked down the drain. They stood next to me, laughing. Alison reached over my head up into a cupboard and came down with a box. "Eat up, ma," she hissed, opening the box of prunes and passing a few to her mother. "It's early yet." I puked again before they pulled me up, washed my face off and returned me to my private hell on the kitchen floor....

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Ariel Poops Her Panties

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Posted by CFW on October 15, 1999 at 09:08
Ariel Poops Her Panties
Jane looked on with concern as her seventeen year old stepdaughter absent mindedly pressed a hand into her crotch. They had been shopping for over two hours during which time Ariel had been squirming around and bumping her knees together. Without even realizing that she was doing it Ariel was now holding herself and Jane knew that she was close to wetting herself, she had seen it happen so many times before.
Just ten years older than her, Jane was the only mother that Ariel had known and she loved her stepdaughter dearly. Do you need to pee she asked seeing Ariel frown as she made a hissing sound, both hands now presed up under the short black mini skirt she was wearing. They had been shopping for clothes, a passion for both of them, and were in the dress section of a department store in a large mall. You had better go then honey Jane told her.
Ariel whispered okay then spread out her legs releasing her hold. She sighed in relief as urine saturated the crotch of her black panties and bubbled through her black pantyhose pouring into the carpet and splashing a bit onto the black high heeled dress shoes that she had on. Ariel peed for nearly a minute with her eyes closed finally dribbling to a stop as Jane looked on in fascination. Then taking some tissues from her purse she wiped Ariel's crotch area while she remained standing with her legs spread.
They continued their shopping, stopping for lunch at a nice pumb in the mall. Jane didn't complain about Ariel ordering a burger and french fries though she was supposed to be watching her weight as Jane was concerned about her becoming fat even though Ariel's full figure was sensuously appealing with good sized breasts, shaply hips, a nice rounded bum and solid legs. Maybe the greasy food will help your with constapation she told her.
Eriel had been constapated for three days now, her hardened belly swollen with a large fecal mass trapped inside. She could feel the massive lumpy turd pressing upon her annal ring, the hard brown head visible in her opening as she strained vigorously to expell it. But due to it's relitive dryness and huge size Ariel was having great difficulty in passing it. She needed to make a bowel movement so badly that she was ucomfortable just sitting there.
Jane knew that Ariel needed to have a poop. Checking her that morning and seeing the size of the obstruction she had suggested giving her an enema but Ariel would have nothing to do with it much preferring to wait and pass it naturally. She would strain periodically hoping to do her poo and although feeling as if she were about to shit her panties Ariel still could not go.
The last time Ariel tried to expel the enormous mass from inside of her was in the parking lot before they had come into the mall. She had felt her bowels move pressuring open her spincter and felt the tip of her monster shit emmerge. Leaning forward onto the dash as she sat in the car Ariel srewed up her face and blushing hard grunted loudly as she strained to go poop. Her oriface stretch wide and it hurt but all she could manage was to push the shit out an inch or so before it was pinched back in.
In the car she had tried a few more pushes and had been walking around shopping since then with her spincter muscle relaxed, pushing the odd time in hope of going but all to no avail. They finished eating their lunch and were having coffee when Jane noticed Ariel holding her breath bearing down trying to shit, her breast heaving under her white blouse. Do you think you can go now she asked and Ariel nodded her head saying that she thought so.
They walked back to the department store and into the lingerie boutique finding a secluded spot with no one around. Jane stood behind while Ariel spread her legs and bent way over with her hands on her nylon clad knees. Her skirt was so short that Jane could see the seat of her panties exposed. The greasy fries had worked, Ariel's spincter was stretched to it's maximum around a hard lumpy two and three quarter inch turd which had began to immerge and was pressing against the seat of her panties just above the gusset.
But still it would be no easy task to expell this huge sized monster. Ariel closed her eyes cathing her breath and griting her teeth pushed for all she was worth. Her body shook with the tension as she bore down. AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! Jane noticed the bulge in the seat of Ariel's panties suddenly increase in size. She bore down again AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH! There was a soft crackling sound like plfplfplf as the lump back there grew and Ariel's panties began tenting outwards.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! Ariel pushed even harder. Her panties were poking five inches straight out in back now. Jane pressed her hand on it working the thick log inside of Ariel's underwear up into the cleft of her ass. Ariel was breathless but she bore down again pushing out more of her massive load. HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGG! Jane felt the huge poop moving against her palm as she manipulated it upwards in Ariel's panties.
Smaller bits of Ariel's mess pushed into the area above the gusset in the seat of her panties forming into a grapfruit sized lumpy ball as Ariel bore down again and again and again to completely empty herself. All her sraining had cause her to urinate and pee poured onto the floor between her feet. When she finally finished Jane surveyed the damage. Ariel had taken a massive dump in her panties. No way would her tiny mini skirt hide what she had done.
Ariel stood up and Jane adjusted her black skirt over her bulging panties. The massive log stretching toward the waist band of her panties cuased a visible ridge in the center of her skirt and the hem rode out in mid back over the lumpy ball which saged down two inches bellow it. Jane pressed her hand on it. It was solid and hard. She got Ariel to turn side ways and then to walk a few steps in front of her finally deciding that it would be alright until the got home.
When they had finished their shopping and arrived at home Jane took Ariel into her bedroom to change her. Ariel held up her skirt while Jane pulled down her panties and pantyhose from behind, carefully removing them. The massive dark brown load in the seat of Ariel's panties was the largest that she had ever done but like all her other ones was dumped from her panties into the toilet hardly even staining them.
Ariel lay face down on her bed on a folded towel with her legs apart while Jane washed her with warm soapy water then rinsed her and mesaged baby oil onto her bum. Changed into white panies and a short grey pleated skirt Ariel watched TV for awhile. Later on she had been squiming and holding herself for a while before finallly deciding to go pee. Then moving to edge of her chair Ariel closed her eyes, spread her legs and took a long pleasurable piss through her panties on the living room floor.

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Monday, May 23, 2011

Pooping Myself (with a little help)

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Posted by Shelley on April 16, 1998 at 17:57:21:
A few months ago there was some discussion here about pooping using laxatives. Well I tried at a few days ago, and I thought I'd write about the experience.
I've read a lot about people holding in their poop until they totally lost control, pooping their pants as a result, and what a turn on it was for them. That's never really happened to me as I've always been able to maintain some measure of control. When I poop myself it's usually because I simply get tired of holding back and just let go in order to relieve my muscles. Except when I've been sick, I've never felt that I absolutely couldn't hold it just a little longer. What I've been looking for is that feeling of total lack of control, so I decided to try to get it with a laxative.
I picked last Friday night because my SO was going to a bachelor party for a buddy right after work and I knew he'd be out very late. I had bought a small bottle of castor oil. The label said that it should produce a bowel movement in 4 to 6 hours. I had a very light dinner, and at about 6:30 I took about 2 ounces in a glass of orange juice. The taste wasn't so bad although the oily sensation it left behind was unpleasant. I should mention that I hadn't pooped since Thursday morning and that I could easily have done so if I wanted to.
Then I just went about my normal routine...cleaned the dishes...did some laundry...read the paper, etc. I had changed from my work clothes and was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, panties and bra. I thought I had plenty of time before anything would happen and I even considered running out to the grocery store for a couple of things. Fortunately I decided to play it safe, and it was a good thing I did. After about 45 minutes I began to notice a somewhat full feeling in my stomach and began to hear some rumbling. Because it was so soon, I ignored it at first. It got more persistant very quickly though, so I got up and went into the bathroom. I have a very large shower stall, and I had decided to have it happen there. I didn't know how messy it was likely to get and I wanted to make cleanup easier. I set up a full length mirror opposite the entrance to the stall so I could get a good look.
By now an hour had gone by and the pressure on my bottom had gotten very intense. I quickly stripped down to just my panties. They were hipster style, white Antron/cotton, stretch lace that I thought would expand enough to hold a large load.
I began to feel an intense cramping in my stomach. This came and went about every minute or so and each time the pressure on my ass would increase. It was not very comfortable at all, and I wasn't getting turned on by it. Finally it was so painful, I just had to let go. I immediately expelled a large amount of gas, and as soon as this happened the pressure went down and the cramping nearly disappeared. I was feeling much better now. This same cycle happened 3 more times in the next 15 minutes.
Finally now I began to get the feeling I wanted...the strong sensation of having to poop, but no pain or cramping. Over the next ten minutes the pressure would come and go, but each time it would get stronger. Now I was starting to get turned on. I could feel that I was on the verge of pooping my panties. I began to have my usual nasty thoughts:
"Oooh I have to poop. I'm going to poop myself. There's a toilet right here, but I'm going to poop in my panties."
The pressure was extemely strong now and the waves were coming every 30 seconds or so. My muscles were aching from trying to hold back. I began to tremble and I leaned against the wall for support. Then I felt another wave coming, and I knew this was the one. I arched my back, spread my legs and bent my knees slightly. I looked over my shoulder and saw myself in the mirror. My white panties were snug against my cheeks and stretched tightly across the cleft in my ass. I moaned out loud:
"Oooohhh, I need to poop. I can't help it...I'm going to poop...Nowww!!
The pressure against my asshole was intense. My sphincter gave out. I absolutely couldn't hold it any more. My asshole opened up, and I felt a large soft glob of poop pass through. The seat of my panties expanded instantly and I could feel the warmth against my cheeks. This was immediately followed my a very large amount of semi liquid poop that erupted from my asshole and filled my panties like a balloon. One leghole opened up and poop began squeezing through. Some of it slid down my thigh and several large drops splattered onto the floor between my feet. The smell of fresh poop overwhelmed me. I felt totally emptied.
The whole thing happened within about 3 seconds. The seat of my panties began to turn brown, as the poop spread out over my cheeks and down toward my pussy. It was so warm and felt so good against my skin. I moaned out loud.
"Ohhhhhh, I did it. I pooped myself. Mmmmmm."
I realized that I had begun rubbing my pussy, massaging my clit though my panties. I was so hot... so turned on. I needed release. I moaned aloud again
"NNNgghhh!! Oh, I'm gonna come...gonna come...pooped myself...gonna come!!
My pelvis jerked against the pressure of my vibrating fingers. I felt the spasms of pleasure as my climax washed over me. I was gasping for air and my chest was heaving. My cries echoed from the walls.
"I'm coming... I'm coming...ahh...ahhh...aaauughh!!"
I don't know how long it lasted, but it was one of the most intesnse orgasms I could recall. When I looked around, I was stll leaning against the wall. In the mirror I could see the brown stain was all through the crotch and about halfway to the top of my panties. The entire seat was bulging outward and my panties were being pulled downwards by the weight. After about a minute of catching my breath, I stood up straight. The panties sagged lower. I felt the bulge with the tips of my fingers. It was very soft and yielding. I pulled on the waistband from behind, trying to get my panties all the way up again. As I raised them, the leghole opened again and a semisolid chunk about the size of a grapefruit squeezed out and plopped on the floor. I continued pulling, squeezing out more poop, until the fabric was tight against my cheeks and lodged in between them. I could feel the fabric and poop pressing up against my tender anus. The sensation was indescribable.
I played with myself for about 10 minutes like that. Then I pulled my panties partially down to get a look inside. As I bent over, totally without warning, my asshole opened up and a large amount of liquid poop shot out of it. It missed my panties, and splattered all over the floor behind me. I immediately pulled the panties up again. I tried to push out more, but it was all out.
I stayed in the shower stall for about another 20 minutes playing with myself, and my poopy panties. It felt great, and I was still turned on some, but no more orgasms. After awhile though, the warmth dissipated, and it was time to clean up.
(Those of you who don't want to hear about the less desirable aspects of panty pooping can stop here. However the following might be useful for anyone who wants to try this themselves.)
Cleaning up was definitely a chore. There were little splatters of poop all over the floor and bottom of the walls. My panties were totally saturated and I had poop all over my ass and partly down my legs. The totally liquid stuff would go down the drain, but there was a very large glob that I had to pick up with tissue and deposit in the toilet. There were many smaller ones that had to be broken up too. Fortunately I have a water massage on a hose, and this was very good for that. The whole process took about a half hour. Then I got myself under the shower and I realized that I should have rinsed myself off first because when I did so, I messed up the floor again. I cleaned my panties out under the shower too, but they had subtantial brown stains that subsequently didn't come out in the wash either. I still have them hidden, but I wouldn't wear them anywhere except to poop in again. (Didn't your mom always say to wear nice panties outside in case you're involved in an accident?)
I had gotten used to the smell almost immediately, and didn't notice it. But much later on when I came back into the bathroom, it was still there, and I had to use a deodorizer spray.
I had to get up several times during the night to expell more liquid. Fortunately, I'm a light sleeper, so the urge woke me up. A heavy sleeper might want to think about a diaper, or else risk messing the bed. There was a strong burning sensation when I expelled. It was very uncomfortable. By the next morning though I was feeling pretty normal. However, I was not at all hungry and forced myself to eat breakfast and lunch. I drank a lot of fluids because I'm sure expelling all that liquid will cause dehydration. I didn't poop at all for the next three days and had no urge to. I can see how people who think they need to poop every day could get dependent on laxatives. Now everything is back to normal.
The effects of the castor oil came on much more quickly than I expected. Maybe that's because I wasn't really constipated. Nevertheless, unless you really do want to poop yourself in public, I wouldn't go out any time after taking the stuff. If that is what you want, I guarantee you'll get it.
Knowing what I now know, I think I would try this again, although not for several months. There are some unpleasant side effects, but I definitely got what I wanted out of it which was an "accidental" totally uncontrolled pooping, and of course a great orgasm.
If anyone has any (constructive) comments or suggestions, I'd welcome them.
Shelley


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Those are the breaks! by Lisa on Mon Apr 27, 1998

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Some may have called supper model Bridget Jenkins evil. A tool of the devil. However, what others perceived as nastiness, she saw as ambition. You had to be ambitious in this business to get on top. And then, to stay on top. So what if getting the high profile jobs initialed humiliating your opponents? Those where the breaks! And Bridget had humiliated her fair share of models! She had slipped itching powder into Debbie Harris' panties. The blond wasn't so sexy scratching her bum and genitalis... on national TV! A year ago, little Vanessa Jones almost unseated her.... but, a little ex-lax in her water before the spring show had fixed her. Imagine... a sexy dark haired bomb-shell filling her sexy little teddy with diarrhea. On stage! However, it seemed there was no rest for the wicked.
Now, it was Donna (just Donna). A gullible, superstitious southern beauty who had captured the hearts of all who saw her. And (despite her best efforts) Bridget still hadn't embarrassed the young woman. Several plots had failed: liquid heat in her panties, a whoopie cushion at a lunch in, even the classic Boom boom pills in the food had failed (and Linda was none to happy about her sudden "gastric disturbance".)
So, Bridget thought it was all over when she found out she had been replaced by Donna as the final girl in the latest show. Then, she realized she could use this loss to her advantage. They where modeling Jan Ordel's latest creation "fetish clothing". Rubber clothes. And the piece Donna was sporting was an skin tight, black latex-spandex body suit that covered her from head to toe. It was air tight... and that gave Bridget an idea.
That day, Bridget took Donna to lunch. And loaded her with bean's, chilli and broccoli. Donna sat at the table, gripping her sides. Around her, there where piles of dishes. There was one spoon full of beans left. "Oh Bridget! Thank you Soooo much! But, I can't eat another bite!" Bridget spoon up the last bit of beans. "Oh, come on! One more bite!" Giggling, Donna bent down and gobbled down the last bit. "Mmmmmm.... my! That was delish! Thank you Bridget!" "Don't mention it." Bridget said, smiling. "Oh, look at the time! We'd better get a move on!" the pair ran to the limo and scuttled in.
On the way to the show, Donna's stomach began to burble. "Oh! I hate to be rude, but I may just pass gas in a few secs here!" Bridget knew that was bad. Donna had to save all that gas for the stage. "NO!" she called as Donna turned a cheek. Donna had a puzzled look on her face. "Why?" she asked. "Because.... it's bad luck to fart before a show!" Donna plopped her butt back to it's place on the seat. "It is?" "Sure! Have you ever heard of Susy Holden?" Donna shook her head 'no'. "She farted before a show and a week later, her butt was covered in warts!" Donna gasped. Bridget nodded. "You'll have to hold it in until the last girl's out on stage . Then, let loose!" "But... I AM the last girl! won't someone hear?" Donna asked. "No no! All the girl's do it!" "Gosh, thanks for telling me Bridget." "Hey! What are friends for?"
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Donna was very uncomfortable that afternoon. She was rubbing her belly, which was slightly bloated. The hot gas bubbled at her ass hole, trying to escape. Donna clenched her cheeks together tightly. She leaned against the wall, moaning. Everyone was worried, commenting on how sick she looked. But when the lights came up and the music came on, Donna strolled out on stage with her fellow models. She had three outfits to go before the finish, where she walked out alone in the black suit. Then, Jan would talk about what rubber clothes symbolized and that was the end.
The show went off without a hitch and Donna was moments away from striding out onto the walkway. "Good luck!" Bridget said. Donna giggled. "Thanks! I hope I don't stink the place out!" She walked out onto stage and let out a PHURRT! She sighed. That felt good! So good that Donna didn't notice the suit had slightly inflated. She continued her slow walk, farting as she took every step. Poot, poot, poot! With every toot, the suit inflated a little more. She let out a huge BLOOOOOORTS! Which caused the suit to expand considerately! She finally noticed that her body was becoming rounder. "Oh! What's happening to me?!" Her waist was rounding out, her thighs and butt where getting bigger... even her arms where becoming plumper. Donna acted as if nothing unusual was happening. In her mind, however, she panicking. BLORT BLORT PoooooOOOoooOOooo! Her body fattened up more and more, her calves becoming inflated. She Began to waddle as she let out a PLORT! By now the crowed was reacting. Some were gasping, some where laughing, but most were snapping pictures! She became more and more globular as her arms began to stick out at forty-five degree angles. Humiliated, the gas filled orb tried to make a run for it... but couldn't move her legs.
By now, the other models had gathered at the curtain to laugh at their young, inflated peer. Donna was HUGE! There was so much PRESSURE! Her suit was now bulging up around her face. Her legs and arms had merged with the rest of the suit. And she just kept tooting. PLORT POOOOOONT....PLAP PLAP! Larger and larger she grew until the rubber began to stretch. "Ohhhh! What's... going.... on?" Donna screeched. Suddenly, a BOOM! Rocked the room. The suit exploded at the fanny, releasing smelly gas and sending Donna fling through the air like a popped balloon. The crowd gasped and fanned their faces. Donna lay, face down, her bum showing out the big hole in the butt of the outfit. The room was filled with noxious gas. The crowd fanned their faces and moaned, flash bulbs popping. Bridget just giggled.
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What's left is epilog; Donna was forced out of modeling. She moved back to the south, put on 300 pounds and became a bean farmer. She's eats what she grows; perhaps that explains the mysterious green fog surrounding her property. Bridget continued to dominate the industry; at least until Lizzy showed up. But, that's another story....