Told to Use Her Panties - new story

 

Posted by WetBubba on January 11, 2011 at 07:36 [99.114.98.179]

New story idea taken from the question on one of the forum boards that asked, “Were you ever told to just go to the bathroom in your pants?”

The Parkers were getting the van ready for a 5 hour drive to attend the wedding of their niece. Mr. Parker told the girls, “Better use the bathroom before we leave. We won’t be stopping until we get to the hotel. We have a tight schedule if we want to clean up and change and then get to the wedding on time.” They had the van packed and ready to go. Mr. Parker had topped off the fuel tank and it could easily go 400 miles on the highway without needing to be refilled.

Ashleigh, 19 years old, was home from college and was going with her family. Her favorite cousin was getting married. Her little sister, Sabrina, was only 6 years old. Sabrina was a late life baby who was unexpected but very welcome.

“Let’s get going. We’ll have very little time when we get to the hotel already. “ They climbed into the car and pulled out. Mrs. P said, “I have packed a nice lunch we can eat on the road. There is plenty of soda and water in the cooler. We won’t need to stop for anything. I hope you went to the bathroom just before we left. Ashleigh just made a noise, mumbled something about not being a baby, and sat back with her headphones on to listen to her music. Sabrina had a video in the van’s player to watch and she also used headphones so the noise was kept to a minimum.

About an hour into the trip Ashleigh started to fidget a bit. She was moving in her seat as though she was uncomfortable. Mrs. P glanced back to see what was the trouble and saw that Ashleigh’s hand was between her legs. Fifteen minutes later Ashleigh’s legs were bouncing up and down and going in and out. Mrs. P knew that Ashleigh needed to go and was even getting a little desperate. Finally Ashleigh said, “Can we stop at the next rest area? I need to pee.”
Mr. P answered, “You should have gone before we left. I know you did not because you were playing that computer game right until we loaded the van. You were told that we do not have time to make any stops.”
Ashleigh cried, “But I really need to go!”
“Well, you will just have to go in your pants. I am not stopping.”

A few minutes after they passed a sign that read, “REST AREA 2 MILES”. Ashleigh piped up, “See, there is a rest area coming up. I won’t take long to just run in and use the rest room. Please stop.” As she said this, Mr. P continued right past the exit without a word. Ashleigh yelled, “I really need to go. What about Sabrina? She’s just a little kid and she must need to pee soon.”

Mrs. P told Ashleigh, “Sabrina is still in night time diapers just as you were until you were seven. I had her use a diaper for this trip. She will be fine. If you need to go, just do it in your pants. You will feel much better and we will have some peace.”

Ashleigh could not believe what she had just heard her mother say. Another fifteen minutes passed with Ashleigh becoming more desperate. She really did not want to do this with her parents and sister right there. Then she felt another urge begin to assert itself. She thought, “Oh No! I hope I can hold this back until we arrive at the hotel.” Both urges became stronger. With her hand under her skirt and between her legs in an attempt to hold her pee, Ashleigh felt a dampness begin to enter her panties before she could clamp down to stop it. The need to poop was also getting stronger and she felt like the poo was starting to poke out. Ashleigh was involuntarily beginning to release some gas and could tell that it would be a smelly poop. She really wished she had listened to her mom and dad and used the bathroom before they left.

“Mom! I need to do more than just pee! Please make dad stop at the next rest area.” Her mother answered, “I already told you, just go to the bathroom in your pants. You can clean up at the hotel. After all, it won’t be the first time for you.”
What do you mean?” , Ashleigh cried.
“I know you have done it more than once since you went to school. In fact, I know you have done it in your pants since you have been home for the summer.”
“What are you talking about?” Ashleigh was starting to realize that she had not hidden her activities as well as she thought.
“I was doing laundry shortly after you came home. I found your dirty panties and even a pair of your white jeans that weren’t so white in the rear. I could not help but notice that most of your panties are well stained. I also found a pair of your shorts that are stained in a way that can only be from being peed in more than once.“
“Have you been snooping n my room? My room is my private area. You have no right to go in there when I’m gone.” She did not even try to deny what her mother had found.
“You need to know that you are still in our house. I will go where I want when I want. I was looking for laundry to do with ours. I was not snooping. If you leave them in the laundry bin I cannot help but see them. Anyways, like we said, just use your pants.”
“It’s going to smell!”
“We will deal with the smell. I am tired of your whining and won’t discuss this any longer. Besides, you are not the only one in this van who has needed to go.” Ashleigh wondered what her mother meant by that last remark. Probably that Sabrina had used her diaper, but how did mom know that?

Ashleigh still had her hand in her crotch and felt another stream of warm pee go into her panties. Again she was able to stop it. The urge was getting too strong and the next time she had a spasm was the end. She gasped as her panties began to get wetter. She could not stop the flow spreading through her panties and running to the seat of the van. The seats were covered with vinyl seat covers to protect them from Sabrina’s spills and accidents. The floor mats could easily be removed and cleaned so Mr. and Mrs. P did not worry about the van. Ashleigh felt the pee pool on her seat and soak into the rear of her panties. She was sitting on her skirt and knew it would be soaked. Suddenly Ashleigh felt the poo start to move. She tried to clamp down on her muscles but was unsuccessful. She knew she could not stop it so she lifted her rear a bit to let her poo slide more easily into her panties. Ashleigh indeed had done this in private many times and loved the feelings. This was the first time since she was Sabrina’s age that Ashleigh had pooped or peed her panties while anyone else was around. The fact that her mom and dad were right there and her sister was watching made it seem really weird but kind of sensual. And that her mother had known about this but not said anything until now, and then told her to do it, well that was just too much.

Ashleigh felt the hot mushy poop slide into her panties. She felt the panties tent out at the rear and the poop fill them. When she finally sat back down, the poop spread through her ass crack and up the front. She put her hand further down between her legs, feeling the wet gusset of her panties and then the soft much of the poop. The poop did not smell as bad as she had feared but it was noticeable so she opened the window. Mr. P turned the blower fan up to bring in more fresh air. Ashleigh looked at her sister to be sure she had gone back to watching the video. Her hand was still on her panties and she found her sensitive spot with her finger. Being careful to make no noise, she began to rub her crotch through the soaked and messy panties. Ashleigh looked out the window trying to look like she had resigned herself to her fate but all the while making herself feel really good down there. A couple of times she had to stifle a cry until she finally reached that ecstatic high that made it most difficult to contain herself. As she reached her silent orgasm she felt more pee go into her panties and felt them turn warm again. AS she came down from her high, Ashleigh could not believe what she had just done with her parents in the front seat. She had done this when alone in her own car and even with a friend who also had had a very messy and wet time in the car. She never would have believed that her own mother and father would tell her to use her panties instead of stopping at a restroom.

It was only another hour before they reached the hotel. Mr. P told Ashleigh to stay in the van until they had checked in. Then, with a jacket tied around her, they entered through the side door nearest the rooms. Ashleigh had to go up two floors of stairs because she did not want to go through the lobby to the elevators. She felt the sticky panties cling to her rear. By sitting in the car the poo was flattened against Ashleigh’s rear so the panties did not hang down to be visible below her skirt but the skirt had gotten wet and messy so it would be quite obvious to anyone who happened to look her way. Luckily they did not meet anyone on the way to the rooms. Mr. P had left all the van windows open to air out and returned to the van with towels to clean the seats where both Ashleigh and Mrs. P had wet them, and where Ashleigh had left poop stains.

Ashleigh and Sabrina had a room connected to their parent’s room by a door. Mr. and Mrs. P took Sabrina into their room to get her ready to attend the wedding. Sabrina was also quite messy. She had worn a diaper and had not made any fuss the whole trip. Mrs. P had also peed her panties at some time during the trip but no one else knew. This is what she had alluded to when talking to Ashleigh earlier. After all, if she was telling her daughter to use her panties, she may as well do the same. Only Mr. P was clean and dry.

Ashleigh immediately went into the bathroom and locked the door, They had about a half hour to get ready to go. Before getting undressed, Ashleigh dropped her skirt to the floor. Then she held her rear and pushed a bit. She felt another smaller load start to push out and felt the panties tent out once again as the hot poo filled them for the second time. Standing in the shower, Ashleigh relaxed completely and as her rear was filling with the poo, the crotch of her panties turned darker with fresh pee. The yellow pee, turned brown by all the poop it was mingling with, ran down her legs into the bathtub. She wanted to rub herself to another orgasm but there was no time now. She pealed the panties off of her bum, letting them drop with a plop to the tub. Then she picked them up, leaned out of the shower to empty the poop into the toilet and put the panties back on. She turned on the shower with her messy panties still on. She let the hot water rinse out her panties as she held the waistband out to catch the water. She turned around to do the same with the rear of the panties, enjoying the feeling of the water filling them before running out the bottom. Then she dropped the panties into the bathtub and continued to wash her rear, getting all of the poop off.

Ashleigh reached down to pick up the panties. They were totally stained with brown. Ashleigh needed to get moving because her dad was calling from their room. She filled the tub with water. Used a mini container of shampoo to soap up the panties and left them in the water to soak. Then, all fresh and clean, she joined her family to head to the wedding in plenty of time. She would no longer try to hide her stained undergarments from her mom. After all, she had been told to use her panties. She was looking forward to her new freedom to indulge herself at home.

A Karmic Accident by Seuler©

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was washing my hands when the door to the ladies' room burst open and a woman in her late teens or early twenties entered. She did not wait for the door to close behind her before hiking up her denim miniskirt, exposing white cotton, rose-print panties with pale pink elastic. She ran for the nearest cubicle, her shoes clicking on the tiles, the clicking echoing off the walls. She elbowed open the door, pushing it so far back on its hinges that it banged against the wall of the cubicle. In her haste she did not bother to close the door behind her, allowing me to see her in the mirror above the washbasin. With one shaking hand she lifted the toilet lid; with the other she held her skirt up.

"Yes!" she said. "Made it!" But just as she slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties to pull them down, there was an abrupt squelch and the crotch of her panties sagged. She froze. A yellow-brown stain began to appear on the seat of her panties. The fishy smell of diarrhoea filled the room.

Turning off the tap, I yanked a few paper towels from the dispenser on the wall and began drying my hands, still watching her in the mirror.

A frustrated growl rose in her throat, drowning out the soft music playing over the PA. "Aaw no!" She kicked the wall.

Ditching the used paper towels, I picked up my handbag from the bench and slung the strap over my shoulder.

"It's not fair! I just about made it! I was so close!"

I entered the cubicle and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You need to calm down, sweetie." She gave a start and turned to face me. "It was just an accident."

"Who are you? What are you doing in here? What do you want?"

"My name is Jenny. And it looks to me like you need help."

For an instant I thought she was going to yell at me and tell me to go away and leave her alone, but instead she said, in a voice choked with rising emotion, "I'm Jodie. I just totally shit my pants." And she began sob.

I let her lean her head on my shoulder. She was still holding her skirt up, presumably to keep it from getting soiled. I stroked her shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair. "It's going to be okay. It happens to everyone at some point. I've pooped myself several times as an adult."

She looked up into my face with utter disbelief.

I giggled. "Hard to believe, I know, but it's true."

She buried her head in my shoulder again. The sobbing soon eased off, however, and I let her pull away.

"What am I going to do?" Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. "How do I get cleaned up?"

I looked her up and down. There was light soiling down the inside of her shapely upper thighs and a few drops of poop on the floor.

"Let's go to the handicapped stall. There's more room in there. And there will probably be a sink in there as well. Follow me. It's just down the end here." I held the door open for her. "In you go." I locked the door behind us. "We'll have you cleaned up in no time."

She looked at me eagerly, as if awaiting instructions.

"What size are you?"

"Sorry?"

"Panties."

"Oh, I don't know off the top of my head."

"Turn around." I slipped my thumb and forefinger under the waistband of her panties and pulled the label up so that I could read it. "Size fourteen. Same as me. Today is your lucky day. Because I just happen to have these." Unzipping my handbag, I produced a pair of pale blue cotton panties.

Her face lit up.

"I always carry a spare pair with me, just in case. I've had a few bad experiences in the past, as I mentioned earlier."

I slung the panties over the handicapped rail. She kicked off her shoes. I helped her get her skirt off without soiling it and slung that over the rail too. Removing her panties was more difficult. The poop was so runny I feared that it would get all over the floor.

"Cup your hands, Jodie." I tore off several sheets of toilet paper and laid them over her hands to form a protective layer. "Now put them under your crotch. I'll pull down from the waistband, and you hold the gusset so the poo doesn't fall out."

She did as instructed. My plan worked. No poo leaked onto the floor, though soiling did spread further down her thighs. She stepped out of her panties.

I lifted the toilet lid (and the seat too; I didn't want to get any poop on the seat). She emptied the contents of her panties into the bowl, and I flushed. She disposed of her panties in the tampon bin, ignoring the sign on the lid:

THIS BIN IS FOR SANITARY PRODUCTS ONLY NOTHING ELSE IS TO BE PLACED IN THIS BIN

"Thank you for doing this, by the way — helping me." She had a bunch of toilet paper scrunched up in her hand and was wiping the inside of her thighs. "I really appreciate it. I'd be lost without you."

"It's no problem. I just wish I'd had someone to help me the few times when I've had accidents. Perhaps now that I've helped you, next time I have an accident, someone might help me. Karma, you know. What goes around comes around."

"I hope so. You deserve it."

She wiped her vagina as best she could, but a considerable amount of faecal matter remained stuck in her pubic hair. She then turned her efforts to her buttocks. She wiped and wiped, went through sheet after sheet of toilet paper, got poop all over her fingers. Finally, she huffed. "I can't even see what I'm doing. This is going to take forever."

"Here. Let me help you."

"What? Let you help me what? Wipe?"

"Of course. You can't see what you're doing, and I'm here, so...."

"Ah, no, I couldn't possibly let you―"

"I insist." I pulled off some toilet paper. "Come on."

"Well... okay. Thanks."

As I wiped, gas built up in my gut. Since the air was already thick with the stench of Jodie's poop, I figured she wouldn't notice if I farted, so I did. But it came out louder than I had anticipated, echoing off the walls.

"Ooh excuse me!"

Jodie didn't say anything, didn't even turn round, just continued to stand, bent over, hands clutching the toilet seat. I kept wiping till she complained the paper was beginning to abrade. By this stage I also had poop all over my fingers.

"There's a trick I learnt from my previous accidents." I pulled off a fresh sheet of toilet paper, took it over to the washbasin, and ran it under the tap. "Wetting the paper makes it softer. And helps remove any stubborn poop stains." I resumed wiping. "Is that better?"

She nodded.

Moments later I farted again. "Oh dear me!" Throwing a clump of wet brown toilet paper into the toilet, I said, "There. Done. All nice and clean now."

"Thanks." She sniffed the air. "Paaw! That stinks, Jenny!"

"Yeah, sorry."

She laughed.

"You might want to try the wet-toilet-paper trick around front," I said, "to get the poop out of your pubes."

"Good idea." She ran some toilet paper under the tap.

"Leave it on, could you, please? I need to wash my hands."

"Oh, they're filthy. That's my mess. Sorry about that."

"Don't mention it."

"You know, I'll probably be all right now, if you've got other things to do. I feel a lot better now, and I'm just about all cleaned up."

"Well, I do need to get on with my shopping." I turned off the tap and went to pluck a paper towel from the dispenser only to find it empty. I wiped my hands on my skirt.

"Thank you so much for helping me. God knows how I would've managed this alone."

"No problem. I'll get going, then."

"It's been nice meeting you, Jenny. You've really restored my faith in humanity. Thanks for the panties, too."

"That's quite all right. It's been nice meeting you as well, and I hope it's a very long time before this happens to you again."

"I hope it never happens again."

"Oh, it will. But you'll know how to deal with it next time." I unlocked the cubicle door. "I'm off, then."

"Bye."

On my way out of the ladies' I passed the first stall she had gone to and saw the poop on the floor. I had forgotten all about it. I called out to her to remember to clean it up. She said she would.

Exiting the ladies', I took the corridor leading back to the shopping centre. I felt the need to fart again and pushed.

No sound. But wetness bloomed between my butt cheeks. I stopped dead. Clenching my buttocks, I pinched off the gassy, liquid stool.

In denial I put a hand up my skirt and touched the crotch of my panties, hoping to find them dry. They had to be dry. I couldn't have pooped my panties just after giving away my reserve pair. Not even I could have such bad luck.

When my fingers touched fabric, however, they detected dampness. Yet I refused to believe the signals the nerves in my fingertips were relaying to my brain. I couldn't have had an accident. It was impossible.

With mounting apprehension I withdrew my hand from under my skirt and raised it to eye level. Were they brown stains on my fingers? I rubbed them together. Sticky. I sniffed them. Stinky.

"Nooo." It came out as a polysyllabic whimper, though I had intended it to come out as a scream.

I ran back to the ladies' and pounded on the door of the handicapped stall. "Jodie? Jodie, are you still in there?"

"Yeah. Is something wrong?"

"Listen, I hate to do this to you, but I need those panties back. I've had an accident."

Laughter erupted on the other side of the door.

"What are you laughing at, you ungrateful bitch?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

"Look, I'm sorry I got angry, but I'm being serious. I've pooed my pants and I need those knickers back. Could you please pass them to me under the door?"

"I don't know. Can't you just go commando?"

"No, I can't go commando. I'm having my period, and it's really heavy at the moment."

"Aren't you wearing a tampon?"

"Well, yes, of course I'm wearing a tampon, but I'll have to throw it away because it'll be all shitty now, and I only have a pad in my handbag."

"Couldn't you just buy a new pair?"

"I could ask you the same question, Jodie. And besides, I'm having my period. How do you suggest I go shopping for panties? Should I leave here with blood dripping down my legs? Or should I walk around with one hand holding a pad to my crotch? Can you imagine me walking into a store like that and saying, 'Excuse me, what aisle are panties in'?"

"You don't understand. I can't leave here without panties. If my boyfriend finds out.... Let me explain something. My boyfriend once found out I cheated on him when he caught me without panties after I lost them having sex in a toilet stall. He's been suspicious of me ever since. You don't know what he's like — how he gets — when he's mad. If he thinks I'm cheating on him again, he'll kill me."

"Well, then, you'd better buy some new underwear."

"I can't. He doesn't let me carry any money. I'd have to ask him for the money, and then he would want to know what it was for. And then―"

"Okay; I get the picture. But that's not really my problem. I need those panties more than you, and I'm not leaving here without them. So again, if you could just pass them under the door, please."

"No."

I heard the swishing of fabric. It sounded as if she was hurriedly getting dressed.

"No? I'm sorry, Jodie, that's the wrong answer." Getting on my belly, I crawled under the stall door.

Now fully dressed, Jodie was slipping into her shoes. "What are you doing in here, you crazy bitch? Get out!"

From my position on the floor, I could see up her skirt, see the crotch of the pale blue cotton panties I had given her. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, crawled over to her, and reached up her skirt for the panties; but she jumped up onto the toilet seat, leapt over me, and ran to the door. Panicked, she pushed and pulled on the door, but it wouldn't open. She didn't think to unlock it. This allowed me time to get to my feet, wrap my arms round her torso, and throw her to the ground. The strain caused another leak of gassy, liquid stool into my panties. Whimpering, she rolled onto her belly and crawled under the partition into the neighbouring stall. I unlocked the door and, running parallel to the stalls, cut her off just as she emerged from under the partition of the stall she had first entered, the one with the poop on the floor. Sobbing silently, she got to her feet. Shit was smeared down the front her top, her skirt, her legs.

"Get out of my way!" she screamed, lunging forwards.

I stepped aside, hands in the air as if surrendering. "Oh, don't touch me!"

Once she had passed, I came up behind her and, reaching up her skirt, grabbed her — my — panties and yanked down.

Jodie stumbled. The panties came away in my hands. She spun round, her jaw hanging loose.

The panties had torn along the hip seams.

"Look what you've done!" I said, pushing the torn edges together then pulling them apart, pushing them together then pulling them apart, as if I could will them to rejoin.

"Great! Now how am I going to face my boyfriend? Well, if I have to leave here without panties, so do you."

Absorbed in the torn panties, I didn't notice Jodie approach, didn't sense her reach up my skirt; but I did feel the tug on my panties, did hear them tear. They plopped to the floor. Poop splattered onto my shoes.

Jodie fled.

"Come back here, you bitch! You can't just leave me here like this! Not after I helped you!"

But it was no use. The woman had no conscience.

What do I do now?

Don't panic, Jenny; think! What is the first thing you must do?

Get these filthy panties off the floor.

Good. And then?

Head to the handicapped stall to get cleaned up.

Excellent! You'll get through this.

Using the panties I had taken from Jodie as a glove, I picked up the pair on the floor and, carrying them at arm's length, my nose wrinkled, disposed of both pairs of ruined panties in the handicapped stall's tampon bin. It was then that I had an epiphany.

Jodie's panties! You could use Jodie's panties! They're dirty, yes, but still intact. All they need is a wash.

Fishing them out, I rinsed them in the sink, then rung them dry. I draped them over the handicapped rail. Squatting on the toilet, I finished pooping and then cleaned myself up with wet toilet paper. I donned Jodie's panties. Though still damp, they nicely supported my fresh pad. And I left the ladies' room ― with poop still on the floor ― confident to face the world. Whereas Jodie, I like to think, got slapped around by her boyfriend for cheating again. Bitch!

Written by: Seuler

An Unexpected Fantasy byuranium©

 

This was amazingly fun to write, so look forward to more pieces like this in the future. Feedback and comments are SUPER appreciated! Let me know what you'd like to see, I'm always looking for new ideas.

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It was nine in the morning and cold and raining outside; the perfect morning for staying in bed. Staying in bed is even more fun, though, when you're waking up next to your hot wife. My hot wife, specifically. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over to face her. The movement woke her up, though she just buried her face in her pillow.

"Hey," I said, nudging at her with my knee, "good morning."

"Good morning," she mumbled back. Alyssa batted her pretty eyes and smiled as if she already knew what I was thinking. I couldn't help but grin and inch closer to her. "Perfect day for just sleeping in, huh?" Alyssa asked.

"Mmhmm," I agreed, resting one hand on her hip beneath the covers. She closed her eyes and settled back against the pillows again.

"Wake me up at ten," she laughed.

"Woah woah woah," I replied, pulling her closer, "come here, sleeping beauty."

"No!" she objected, burying her face in the blankets. I laughed along with her and squeezed her ass playfully. My stomach churned without warning, and I got a terrible idea.

"If you don't get out of there," I warned, "I'm going to Dutch-oven you." Alyssa laughed harder—I don't know if she was calling my bluff or what. With a grin, I sidled up as close to her as I could and pushed, forcing out a loud, muffled fart.

"Oh my god!" Alyssa cracked up, pushing the blankets away from her face. "That's awful!"

"Yeah, well, I warned you," I groped at her ass and pulled her against me, effectively grinding her against my morning wood. She bit her lip and smiled.

"You know how to be romantic," she teased. My stomach growled and I pushed again, this one equally as loud and bubbling as the first. Alyssa kissed me. I loved her sense of humor, just as she loved mine. This was common routine for us, especially for a lazy Saturday morning when neither of us had to work.

Aly slipped her hands around behind me and squeezed at my ass the same way I had done to hers. My stomach was still churning, and I mentally went over what I had eaten the day before that would cause me to have such bad gas.

"Might want to move your hand," I warned her. She smirked and moved her hand even lower.

"We'll see about that," she said. "Bet you won't do it." I shrugged and pushed out two short farts, one after the other. Aly just laughed her beautiful laugh and shook her head.

"I shouldn't have doubted you," she admitted. I nodded in agreement, but before I could say anything else, Alyssa slipped one of her legs up over mine, pulling my knee between her thighs. I raised my eyebrows as she lightly pressed her crotch against my leg. I pushed back, enjoying the way she ground against me for friction. She was wearing nothing but underwear and a t-shirt, and I could feel the warmth of her core through the thin cotton of her panties.

"You okay there?" I asked. She leaned forward and kissed me, gripping my knee tighter with her thighs. My stomach gurgled ominously as we kissed, and I was beginning to wonder if it was actually just gas. I decided to test her limit, and as she kissed me, I lifted my ass slightly and pushed hard. A loud, wet-sounding fart slipped out. To my surprise, rather than pulling away, Aly's muscles tensed against my leg and she pressed harder, desperately attempting to get more friction.

I pulled my knee back a bit and slipped my hand between her legs to tug her panties aside, intending to toy with her and finger her a bit. I stopped when my fingers brushed against her panties and found that her thighs were wet and her panties were soaked through. She saw the surprise on my face and grinned.

"What?" she asked.

"You're fucking wet, baby!" I laughed in response.

"What can I say? You know how to get a girl going." Get a girl going? I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and laugh. We'd been awake for three minutes and all I had done was fart, grab her butt, and let her grind on me.

I pulled her panties aside and rubbed my fingers against her; everything was slick and soaking wet already. Almost instinctively, I rubbed her clit with my thumb and pushed two fingers into her tight pussy. No matter how wet she got or how much we fucked, she was always the tightest of any woman I'd ever known. Aly moaned softly and closed her eyes as I slowly worked my fingers in and out of her. My cock was fully erect and practically begging to be played with, but I was content having my morning fun with Alyssa first.

I frowned slightly as my stomach growled again, feeling the pressure building. I shifted my weight; though we had been having fun before, I didn't want to ruin this moment. Without warning, Aly slid her hand down the back of my sleep pants and briefs, causing me to jump.

"Woah, woah!" I protested. She laughed and bit her lip.

"Bet you won't do it now," she challenged as a reference to earlier. I made a face at her, unsure of what to do. I continued working my fingers in her pussy, her hips subtly gyrating against my hand. Her right hand was pressed firmly against my ass, waiting to see if I'd do it or not.

"You asked for it," I taunted. I lifted my ass slightly and farted loud and hard. With a smile on her face, Aly pressed two fingers against my asshole and kissed me. I wanted to protest—I honestly did—but with the combined pleasure of her grinding against my hand and making out with me and touching me, it felt...surprisingly good.

I'd never let a woman touch me like that before and never, ever intended to, but there was something about it that just felt good in the dirtiest way imaginable. I didn't stop her. She wasn't trying to stick them in or anything, she was just rubbing my asshole with her middle and index finger in hard circles. I pumped my fingers into her harder and she had to pull away from the kiss to moan.

"Fuck, baby," she murmured as I worked her faster. Her thighs were shaking and I was wondering if she was going to come to her first orgasm so easily and so quickly. However, my stomach loudly bubbled again, causing her eyes to flutter open.

"Move your hand," I told her. Aly just smirked and stroked at my asshole with her middle finger.

"You give up?" she teased.

"Give up? I wasn't aware it was a contest."

"Unlike you to just give in," she said with a shrug. I shook my head at how crazy she could be, but pushed again nonetheless. I farted then and there with her fingers pressed between my cheeks. It was unusually hot and quiet, and I was starting to get concerned that I was going to have to get out of bed and head for the bathroom in a couple of minutes. Alyssa had other plans.

"Fuck!" she mewled with delight (though I wasn't quite sure what she was getting out of this). She pulled her hand away and reached around front, working my cock out of my sleep pants. Neither of us said anything as she pulled my erection out and stroked at it. She moved one of her legs up over my thigh and pulled herself against my body, lining my cock up against her soaking entrance. Her lips found mine and she pulled me into a kiss as my cock slid inside of her. Alyssa threw her head back and moaned, and I couldn't help but growl at the feeling of her tight pussy adjusting to my size.

"God that's good," she murmured. Aly reached behind me as I lazily pumped in and out of her and slipped her hand lower again. I didn't object when she began rubbing her fingers against my asshole, each thrust of my hips pressing back against her hand. She circled her finger around it, then lightly prodded at the entrance without forcing anything. I worked my cock the whole way into her in one hard thrust, and she bit her lip before massaging harder at my asshole.

"Babe," she started, "any chance you have to go?"

"Go?"

"Like...to the bathroom?" There was something playful, borderline deviant, in her eyes, however, that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"I'm not getting up," I replied, burying my face against her neck. I was, however, beginning to feel the pressure in my stomach that let me know I was going to have to head to the bathroom eventually. Her pussy was so tight and wet—unbelievably wet—that nothing in the world could make me get up. Not even when my stomach growled again.

"Are you sure?" she rubbed a circle around the entrance. No, I wasn't sure. There was an unbelievable pressure building in my stomach within seconds, but I kept telling myself it was just gas. In an attempt to distract myself from the feeling in my guy, I mirrored her motion and slipped my hand down the back of her panties. She grinned when I began lazily brushing my fingers between her cheeks. We'd never done anal, but I was beginning to think she was into it. My fingers found her hole, and I found myself curious. I farted again as I played with her, prodding my finger at her tight entrance.

"Are you into this?" she asked as she pressed her finger harder against my asshole. She worked the tip of her finger in, massaging around my entrance.

"Are you?" I asked. I did the same thing to her that she was doing to me. I pulled her flush against me and kissed her, keeping my cock inside of her while we explored each other's bodies a little bit. Alyssa moaned softly as I worked more of my finger in. I was going to go the whole way, but she stopped me.

"That's good for now," she laughed.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Uh huh. It's uh...it feels good, but it's making me have to go to the bathroom. It's because it's the morning," she laughed it off. As she began to pull her hand away from my backside, terror swept over me. I had been so surprised that it felt good that I had forgot about the fact that I did currently have to go to the restroom—admittedly, I had to shit.

"Aly," I stopped her from pulling her arm back, "we've never done anything like that before."

"Right?"

"What if you have shit on your hands or something..?"

"Even better," she said with a wink. I laughed; her sense of humor always got me. She pulled me into a kiss again and I resumed fucking her at our normal speed.

The pressure was becoming unbearable, however, and, in a vain attempt to relieve the feeling, I pushed hard, forcing out a loud, foul fart. Something felt wrong. As I thrust my cock in and out of her, I was acutely aware that there was something wet between my asscheeks. I slowed my movements ever so slightly and concentrated on the feeling, but another wave of pressure hit my stomach full force. This time, the fart that followed was involuntary. A look of panic washed over my face. The smell was horrible, and something now felt soft and hot pressed against my asshole. Then, all at once, I was aware I was shitting my pants.

"Fuck!" I snapped, clenching my cheeks to the best of my ability. It was useless, however, as my asshole flexed and pushed out the rest of a small, soft log of shit. I tried to sit up, but Aly's legs were locked around mine.

"What's wrong?" Alyssa asked, propping herself up on her elbow. I didn't know how to respond.

"I just shit myself," I answered honestly. Aly's eyes unexpectedly lit up.

"You what?"

The last thing I expected was for Aly to reach around behind me and touch my ass, eager to feel the mess I'd made. Before I could think to pull away, my wife was brushing her fingers against the soft mess.

"Oh my god," she breathed, "you did!"

"Stop touching it," I said. Unfortunately for me, I was losing the battle against my body and a second, thicker turd pressed against my asshole Aly rocked her hips hard against mine, sliding my cock the whole way into her soaked pussy. She massaged at the load of shit, causing it to rub against my skin.

"Fucckk," she moaned, now moving her hips so that she was steadily fucking me. I had absolutely no idea what to say or do.

"Aly, stop, I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Do you have to go more?"

"Yeah."

"Do it," she breathed, and I felt her walls tighten around my erection with excitement. "Go right here."

"No!"

"Why not? You already did," she said, and squeezed at the small mess harder this time. My stomach churned and, without thinking about it, I let a fart slip.

"This is terrible," I said, "but...I don't want to get up from fucking you right now, not with how soaked you are. Can I clean up in a minute?"

"You don't have to get up at all. Fuck me and just use your pants!" Aly urged. I bit my lip and went back to fucking her, hard, trying not to think about it. Alyssa squealed with delight and threw her head back, but didn't remove her hand from the seat of my pants.

"I'm not going to shit in my pants, in the bed," I told her, but to be honest, the thought made my cock twitch. There was something dirty about it that made it erotic in a kinky way. My muscles tensed as I struggled against the piece that was threatening to come out, pressing against my asshole and tempting me to just say 'fuck it' and let it go. Aly was moaning and grinding against me and soaking wet; something deep and primal within me wanted to fill my pants right then and there. Alyssa squeezed at my back side again, pressing the turd between my asscheeks and letting me feel the sticky, thick feeling.

As I fucked her, I felt my asshole stretching as a huge turd began to force its way out. "Aly," I panted, desperate and almost pleading, "I can't hold it."

"Do you really want to get up?" she asked, then genuinely slowed her movement. She was letting me get up. I pushed myself up with one arm as she untangled her legs from mine. My stomach cramped and I hissed at the feeling. It was too late; I had already lost control.

"No," I answered, then shamelessly, gracelessly blurted out, "I couldn't make it, I'm going in my pants." Aly dug her nails into my biceps and rocked her hips back and forth on mine, one leg back over mine, her pussy absolutely dripping with her slick, hot juices. She practically whimpered. Even over the wet sound of sex and our moans I could hear the crackling as it came out hot, solid, and almost painfully thick.

"Shit," I hissed. It stopped halfway out, however, so I took the opportunity to finally say 'fuck it.' With a moan, I bore down, cock the whole way inside of Aly, and shit my pants.

"Oh my god!" Alyssa moaned desperately, feeling the growing bulge load my pants. "Oh my god, fuck that's hot!" she said as she wildly ground her hips on mine. I grunted, and with one last push, the piece broke off. The combined pleasure of knowing what I had just done and of the shit itself was disgusting in the most incredible way. I tangled one hand in Aly's hair and kissed her roughly, causing her to clench her hand around the mess in my pants and let out a muffled cry against my mouth.

"Fuck, you're right Aly, it's fucking hot," I moaned against her lips. I moved so that I was fully on top of her, slamming into her over and over, all the while still kissing her. Aly pulled away for a moment.

"So you like it?" she panted, massaging at the solid mass in my briefs.

"It's dirty," I answered truthfully, still pounding into her, "but I fuckin' love it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it feels good."

"What if I did it, too?"

I slowed my thrusts for a moment and looked at her. Before, my reaction would have been no, but who was I to judge? I was in this situation because I couldn't make it to the bathroom and shit myself in the middle of sex. And then liked it. A lot. I ran one hand through my hair, imagining her on all fours, desperately trying not to go while I fucked her from behind. I loved it. I loved the thought of her wanting to cum so bad that she was trying to hold it just so I could fuck her a little longer, but losing the battle and 'having an accident.' Unable to hold it and losing control, accidentally pooping while I fucked her. Just the thought was enough to make me moan.

"Do you have to go?" I asked, suddenly finding myself hoping the answer was yes. Another fantasy of her getting fucked reverse cowgirl and having to go so bad that she couldn't help it and some slipped out ran through my mind. I audibly moaned again at that thought, imagining that after some accidentally came out she wouldn't be able to hold it and would, embarrassingly, take a massive dump right then and there while on top of me. Since when did I get off to this?

"I always have to go in the morning," she answered. I bit my lip and pushed the whole way into her.

"You gonna do it for me?"

"Do you want me to?"

"How bad do you have to go?" I shifted my weight to one side and rubbed at her clit, my hard-on throbbing inside of her. A smirk crossed her face as she realized what I was playing at.

"I have to go real bad."

"Well, I think you have to hold it for a little while," I told her. The playfulness disappeared from her face.

"I actually do really have to go," she replied. "I can just get up if—" I cut her off by slipping my hands underneath her and flipping her onto her stomach.

"Come on, all fours," I told her and squeezed her backside. With a laugh, Aly obeyed and moved into position. I took a moment to admire the view before I tugged her soaked panties—soft pink cotton—down her thighs. She sighed quietly at the feeling. Once more, I stopped to check her out, watching two of my fingers disappear into her creamy pussy. Alyssa moaned as I dragged my fingers from her hot entrance to her asshole, rubbing and toying at the tight little hole. She flinched, but arched her back nonetheless. Shifting onto my knees, I slipped two fingers back into her pussy and lapped at her asshole with my tongue.

"Fuck!" she cried out, clearly not expecting that. "Oh, fuck," Aly moaned as I prodded at her tight entrance with my tongue, swiping in circles. I smiled at the fact that being this close to her, I could hear her stomach churning, too. I flattened my tongue against her asshole and licked. The tight ring flexed as I worked on it.

"Hey, that feels really good," she began, sounding apprehensive, "but maybe, you know, don't do it right now."

"What? Why?" I felt the load in the seat of my pants shift as I moved back to look at her.

"You know why," she snarked back. Despite her tone, I could tell she legitimately had to go now. Her stomach suddenly churned and I could feel her muscles tense.

"Do you have to fart?"

She didn't answer.

"God, do it, Aly," I moaned, stroking one hand along her beautiful ass.

"No!" she laughed, looking away.

"Why not?"

"I'm not farting in front of you with my ass up in the air."

"Do it," I told her, and used my free hand to pump at my cock without thinking about it.

"No, I'm—" her words were cut short by her own fart. It was muffled, indicating that she did, indeed, have to shit very, very bad. I rubbed her asshole with my finger, tempted to slide it in. I used my other hand to stroke her clit in hopes of coaxing her to do it again. Sure enough, she couldn't fight it and let out another short fart, but this time, her tight little ring flexed just enough to give a glimpse at the turd she was moments away from dropping. I slipped two fingers back into her pussy.

"Just wait until I'm done playing with you, okay?" I tested, wanting to see what her response would be.

"Come on," she complained, shaking her butt a little, "you know how bad I have to go in the morning." I worked my fingers in and out of her pussy and watched her asshole stretch ever so slightly.

"Did you go yesterday morning?"

"No."

"Did you go at all yesterday?"

"...No."

"You really do have to go then, huh?"

"Yeah," she replied. I slammed my fingers the whole way into her, causing her to jump and whimper. Her asshole stretched again, revealing the tip of the first piece waiting to come out. "I don't want to mess up the blankets," she told me, looking around anxiously. I brushed my fingers against her g-spot and enjoyed watching her tight hole stretch again, threatening to lose control and push out the first log while her panties were still pulled down. I stroked her g-spot as I thrust my fingers in and out of her while she clenched her muscles and tried to hold it. She farted quietly, but this time she was dangerously close to losing control as the piece slipped out half an inch or so, and had to tighten her muscles hard to keep it in.

If you don't want to mess up the sheets, should we go in the bathroom?" I suggested. My cock was practically dripping at the sight of her bent over and losing control in front of me.

"Sounds good," Alyssa laughed back with relief. I tugged her panties back up over her firm ass, hiding everything from view. She was quick to climb to her knees and turn to face me, eager to get up. When I rose to my knees, however, she stopped me. Biting her lip, Aly peeled the waistband of both my sleeps pants and my briefs back and peered down at my, undoubtedly shit-smeared, ass.

"Oh my god," she half-laughed, half-moaned. She let the band snap back into place and backed off the bed.

"What?"

"That's huge! More than I ever imagined."

"You imagined this?"

"Yeah, a lot. Come on, please, I really, really, really have to go," she said and shifted from foot to foot. As I stood, I slipped one arm beneath Aly's backside and picked her up in my arms. "Oh shit," she gasped, and though she wrapped her legs around my torso, she clasped one hand over her ass. Aly attempted to hold on to my shoulders with one hand while keeping the other clasped over her butt, but her face was a bright, flustered pink. I kissed her neck as I blindly found my way to the bathroom.

"Shit," she whimpered as I lowered her down, letting her feet touch the floor. I couldn't help but notice that she didn't remove her hand from her backside. I sat down on the floor, feeling the mess in my pants flatten against me, and she followed suit, not taking her hand away. As she knelt down, she cursed under her breath and bit her lip.

"Reverse cowgirl," I told her, placing my hands on her thighs and turning her around. Once she had her back to me, I pulled her hand away.

"Sorry," she murmured sheepishly

"Aly," I breathed, "did you...?"

"I couldn't hold it!"

I pulled her panties back, the same way she had done to me, and looked down. Two small, solid lumps of shit were nestled against her asshole. I couldn't fucking believe it—she'd actually lost control while I was carrying her. I groaned and pulled the gusset of her panties aside, brushing my fingers through her wetness. I lined my cock up with her entrance and rubbed the head against it, but didn't put it in. Aly moaned at the feeling, her head leaned back and her thighs and hands trembling. I rocked my hips back and forth lightly, just to enjoy the feeling of my own shit spreading across my ass while dragging the head across her soaking entrance. I'd never imagined something so filthy could be so sexual. However, I wanted to toy with Aly a few moments longer, just to tease her.

"Okay, before you go, I want to fuck a little bit more," I told her, slipping the head inside.

"Baby I can't hold it, I'm going to go no matter what you're doing!"

I pulled her hips down, forcing her halfway down my shaft.

"Just wait a few more minutes," I told her, and slid the rest of my cock inside her. "Or are you going to go some more?" I reached around and rubbed her clit through her panties. "Are you going to accidentally poop just like this?"

I felt Alyssa's walls tighten with excitement at my words. "I'm not going to be able to make it," she groaned. "I have to go."

"You have to what?" I rubbed her clit slow, but hard.

"I have to shit."

"What was that? I didn't quite catch—"

"I have to go right now so bad, if you don't let me move, I'm going to go all over you," Aly moaned as I played with her clit. She tried to press her hand over her ass again, adjusting her panties so that she could cover her tight hole without mushing up what had already slipped out.

"You already had an accident, are you really going to take a huge dump right in your panties?" Aly's muscles jerked and she desperately tried to contain the impending mess.

"Fuck, I'm doing it now...Fuck...I can't stop it."

"What are you doing, baby?" There was a soft crackling as she lost control and completely pooped her panties.

"I'm going—it's coming out," she moaned.

"Yeah?" I held myself still so I could watch and adjusted her panties back so that they were covering her entirely. The soft, pink cotton began to tent out as a huge turd forced its way out of her. I groaned in absolute ecstasy as I watched the dark patch form, stretching out against the back. Without warning, I felt a hot, warm sensation on my cock and got distracted. A light stream ran down my cock and dripped onto my balls.

"Aly, are you...are you wetting yourself?"

"I'm sorry," she was quick to apologize, "I'm trying to hold it." She pressed her hand to her front, trying to stop it. I was genuinely surprised. I had been so caught up in a new fantasy that I hadn't considered she might have to pee, as well. However, this didn't seem like foreplay or anything sexy—she was legitimately peeing herself unintentionally. She actually couldn't hold it from the pressure of her shit being forced out.

"Let go, baby," I told her. "The floor is tile. If you can't hold it, it's okay. If you have to pee, you can wet yourself."

"No, that's too much of a mess," she groaned, but the stream steadily picked up. She was completely soaking not only the front of her panties that halfway covered her, but my pants, as well. Despite the fact we were literally messing around with a shit fetish, there was something intimate and innocent about her peeing on me and herself in a genuine accident.

I looked back at her ass again, her panties tented out slightly, and reached around to pull her hand away from her. When I moved her hand, she groaned and let go; a gush of hot piss squirted out as she pushed again, forcing out the thick load. Alyssa had to lift her ass slightly to allow more of it to come out. As her panties expanded out further, I could see the long, dark turd through her sagging leg band. It came out fairly firm, but was soft enough to mush up with the pressure of being pressed against the fabric of her panties. I ground my ass against my own mess, and combined with the stimulation of my own shit, her pooping her panties, and the warm stream of pee from Aly, it was too much to bear.

"Hang on," I grunted. I lifted my ass and slipped my pants down to my thighs—I didn't care how much of a mess it made of the floor, I knew what I wanted. I grabbed Alyssa's ass with both hands and squeezed hard, spreading her cheeks apart. She gasped, but kept her ass lifted slightly. I used my left hand to pull her panties to the side, revealing her backside to me. The log had broken off, but left a few smears of dark shit around her hole.

"Babe!" she cried out, surprised. The thick turd spilled out of her panties and onto my lower abdomen, warm and sticky. I kept her panties pulled aside with one hand while the other was still grabbing at her ass, keeping her half spread. She clamped one hand over her tight hole (despite the slight mess) and tried to keep her balance.

"I'm not done!" she protested. "I still have to go!" I noticed she pressed a little harder, her thighs tense.

"It's okay," I told her, "you already let a bunch out. You can hold it now." I smirked at her, and she simultaneously looked at a loss for words while also looking worried. I bucked up into her again and she gasped. I slowly began to bounce her up and down on my cock, amazed by how extremely wet she was. As I fucked her, keeping her ass spread, I had the perfect view as another piece 'turtle-headed' out. She tightened her muscles and fought against it.

"Fuck, fuck, that's good but I have to go really bad."

I slammed my full length into her and then pulled the whole way out before slamming back in, then went back to bouncing her. The pleasure was too much, and the piece protruded again. She reached back to try and cover herself up, but I couldn't take the cat-and-mouse game anymore. I was done teasing both her and myself.

"Shit on me, Aly," I groaned, picking up speed.

"Just like this?"

"Just like this."

"I don't know...convince me," she panted, trying to keep her voice steady with each thrust.

"I don't think you're in a position to bargain, baby," I snorted, "you're about to lose control so bad."

"That's not very convincing," she said, but as she spoke, her tight, dirty hole stretched again as the turd began to inch out. One more time, she fought to keep it in. "Oh fuck I have to go..."

"Do it, baby. You know you can't hold it any more. I did it, too. I farted and couldn't even make it to the bathroom on time. Now you just accidentally took a huge poop in your panties. You've already had an accident twice, so you might as well finish taking a dump right now."

Alyssa cried out in pleasure and ground her hips against mine hard. She leaned forward just a bit and rested one hand on my thigh, using the other to spread the side I wasn't holding—but just a little. And then and there, as I fucked her, she let go. I could barely control myself as she pushed out another thick rope, longer than the first, but firm. It fell onto my lower abdomen, just above my cock.

She mewled as she rocked her hips back and forth, surprising me with a loud fart. Another push resulted in another fart, then another. A light stream of piss dripped out of her and onto my cock since she was no longer inhibiting herself, taking the opportunity to relieve herself onto me fully. Aly lifted her ass slightly, intentionally allowing me a better view. She barely had to push as a small turd fell onto my lap, quickly followed by two more logs that poured out of her with ease. Another log squeezed out and joined the pile of shit as she emptied herself on top of me.

"Oh, fuck, baby," I groaned. She still didn't seem done, but I was getting dangerously close to cumming. I bucked at her wildly as she lowered herself again, allowing me to force my cock the whole way into her and smearing the pile against her backside. She forced out a wet, sputtering fart as I rubbed my cock against her. Aly steadied herself, then, to my surprise, grunted and bore down. I slowed my thrusts to watch as she released a torrent of soft, semisolid shit in a pile on my lap with a wet, mushy, crackling. It was hot and sticky and soft, and the feeling was incredible. She farted one more time and pushed out one last squirt of soft shit before moaning with pleasure and relief.

"That feels so much better," she panted, digging her nails into my thighs. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold it any more, I hadn't gone in two days. I didn't mean to make a mess on you or in my panties," she feigned innocence.

"Alyssa, this is so fucking hot" I moaned, unable to think of anything smart to say back to her.

"Make me cum, baby. Please," she was practically begging. "I'm so close already. I've wanted this for a long time." That was all she needed to say. I sat up and pulled her back with me, resting my back against our bath tub. The position smeared Alyssa's mess over my lower stomach and against her ass, but we both moaned in unison at the hot, dirty feeling. I fucked her fast as hard, working her clit with one hand and gripping her hips with the other.

"Oh fuck!" she squealed, her pussy tightening around my pulsating erection. "Just like that, fuck! I'm cumming, fuck! I'm cumming, don't stop, please don't stop."

"Come on dirty girl, squirt for me so I can fill you up with my cum. We're both so fucking horny and filthy, squirt for me." My voice and hands and thighs were all shaking, seconds away from cumming. In one final, animalistic cry, Alyssa came and squirted hard, throwing her head back and grinding herself the whole way down on my cock. The world went white as I released my load inside of her. It took several seconds to come down from the high, to make sense of anything. I'd never cum that hard or that much in my life, having filled her with pump after pump of my cum. Aly was leaned forward, resting her hands on my knees, hanging her head in an attempt to catch her breath.

"Aly, how long have you wanted to do that?" I asked with a laugh, panting.

"Since we've met."

"You've always wanted it?"

"Yeah, since I was a teenager," Aly said, pulling herself off of my softening cock and turning around to face me. We were both still out of breath, flushed, and shaking. With the heat of the moment over, we were looking at my sleep pants—completely caked with shit—and her mess all over me, wondering how the hell we were going to clean up.

"You should've told me sooner, y'know. We could have been fucking like this all along."

"You would have thought I was crazy!" she laughed, straddling my lap and kissing me.

"I already think you're crazy," I teased. I kissed her jaw and she sighed, tired and happy. "You're crazy, but I love you."

"I love you too, but I think we're both crazy thinking we can possibly clean this mess up."

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The Pooping Team Ch. 01 byclazzjoud©

Samantha Ellis expected a strong turnout, but she didn't expect the line to be going outside the door and stretching around the block - 30 minutes before tryouts even started. She was grumbling about the wait, but her friend and companion Lindsey offered a good perspective: the longer they waited, the more time they'd have to get ready.

She had everything she needed, but she was still checking to make sure her ID was valid, even though it wouldn't expire for another two years. Lindsey's support seemed to stop at listening to her rehearse her pitch.

"Here's your pitch," Lindsey said, with her palms clasped together, "My name is Samantha Ellis. If you feel the need to point to your face, do so, but I doubt you'll need to."

"Come on, Lindsey," Samantha said, looking at herself in the mini-mirror she kept in her purse. "I can't be presumptuous. I want to show that I actually have something to offer."

"I get that," Lindsey said. "Just remember, most of your talking won't be with your mouth."

Samantha had done everything she needed for preparation, and she and Lindsey had done their demonstrations for each other so many times that even if their auditions were only half as good as their rehearsals, they had a good chance at getting in. However, a good chance was not a certainty. Only 3 percent of people who applied for Madame Calvert's got accepted. However, girls still came out in droves, hoping to be the next star.

No one knew what their audition would consist of until it happened. Samantha had read an interview with an anonymous judge once. It said that no one could know anything about the auditions before theirs, and that no one is a sure thing until everyone has gone. On average, it took four weeks to receive a response.

There was an aura of confidence coming from the rest of the line. She didn't know if they were delusional or if they knew something she didn't. This was as confident as she'd feel, and she was still pretty uncertain.

A commotion was happening far back. She couldn't make out what was happening, but company officials seemed to be involved. It quieted down a bit when a corridor was put in place, but it wasn't silent.

"What's that about?" Samantha asked. Lindsey shrugged.

"Capacity," the woman behind her, with the sunflower dress and curly black hair said. "Looks like we're in the 1,000."

"1,000? I didn't know about that," Samantha said.

"Yeah, they don't tell you," she said, "It's supposed to get us more primed, knowing that we wanted it more. I got turned away last year. I was 1,001, I swear."

"Did they tell you what happened?" Lindsey asked.

"Fuck no," she said. "But I knew next year I'd be first in line.

Samantha looked at the line extending in front of them.

"Of course, any place between 1 and 1,000 would be acceptable."

An official came by with a jar, prompting Samantha to reach in and pull out a small disc.

"139," Samantha recited as if she had never seen the number before.

"Lucky, I got 177," Lindsey said. "I guess it's a random order."

The official informed that that they selected their group number. There were five people in each group, who all went up at the same time, in different rooms. The woman next to them said it was something she had never heard of them doing before.

"God, this sucks," Lindsey whined. "They'll probably all want to go home and not consider me at this point."

"Come on, it's not that bad," Samantha said.

"Easy for you to say, Miss 139," Lindsey icily retorted.

Soon after, all the numbers had been chosen and groups began being called. Samantha and Lindsey had made it to one of the waiting shelters right before the rain started falling. Samantha felt like showing this much patience was enough of a sign that she deserved a spot.

After seven-and-a-half hours of waiting, she heard the word "one-hundred and thirty-nine" and felt exhaustion turn into alertness. She gestured Lindsey to get up and come with her before realizing her mistake.

Following the official, she entered a room, about half the dimensions of her bedroom, with wood flooring and an eggshell white paint job. A woman entered shortly after the official left.

"Hello, I understand you wish to audition for Madame Calvert's," the woman said, seeming to make a point of not looking at Samantha.

"Yes," Samantha said resolutely.

"And may I ask what you would bring to our business?" she asked, but her questions felt as sharp as her freshly-painted nails.

"I would be a team player, and I'd never give up," Samantha replied.

"That is what we'd hope for from all our girls," she said. "It's what we hear from all of them, and the ones who don't make it. Now, please, tell me, what makes you a suitable choice for our company Miss...Ellis?"

The woman held the folder firmly in both hands and looked at Samantha with astonishment.

"You don't mean to say, you're the daughter of Janice Ellis? My word, I don't need to tell you of your mother's achievements," she said with one hand on her cheek and another still grasping the folder.

"Adopted,"

"Beg pardon?"

"I'm her adopted daughter," Samantha said. "My sister, Kyra, is her birth daughter."

"I have no time for such semantics and other nonsense, Miss Ellis," the woman hastily replied. "Now, please present to me, a reverse half-step using the chair over there."

This was Samantha's big moment, and she knew she could do it, but how well was another question. A reverse half-step was a position she had practiced, but it had a lot of steps to keep track of. She knew she would be disqualified if she got enough one out of place, and she was sure she had been given it due to her namesake.

To begin, she unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants all the way off, including her panties. She heard one scratch of the pencil in the woman's hand, likely from checking one box positively. Next, she got her right foot planted firmly on her seat while her right leg stayed bent. Her left leg remained straight, with just enough tension to not need readjustment.

Next, Samantha put her hands in proper position, each pushing apart the corresponding cheek. As she had expected, a bit of a fart rippled out, but she wasn't losing her mojo. The first bit of poop started peeking out of her. She couldn't see it, but she could definitely smell it. This was a strong load, coming out as one sturdy log that dropped out of her asshole about a quarter of an inch at a time. It managed to all land on the platter.

Getting off the chair and looking at her poop, Samantha felt pretty good. The official brought over her toilet paper and Samantha wiped her dirty ass until it was clean, placing the used paper next to her dump as instructed. She was quickly thanked and instructed to leave.

The next day, Samantha and Lindsey were FaceTiming, both sitting on the toilet.

"I know I had the right form, but my poop looked so lame," Lindsey said. "I keep having these little nuggets." She tilted her phone to show Samantha the proof in her bowl.

"But they were pretty uniform, right? That should definitely help your case," Samantha said, trying to be encouraging.

Samantha felt reasonably confident at the time, but she only had a fleeting memory of her audition poop to go on, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt like she needed to second-guess herself. It didn't help that she was spending so much time looking at the work of her favorite poop models on Instagram. She had more than 15,000 followers and would regularly get several hundred likes on videos of her pushing out a load and pooping with Lindsey, but those with sponsorships and perfect bikini bodies spreading their tanned cheeks apart to poop on the beach or fill their diapers with huge lumps had her a little insecure.

There would also be occasional posts tagged #janiceellis, showing Samantha's late adopted mother, in her feed. Photos and videos showed her with her rich black hair draped over her shoulders and her pants down as she held her nose and smiled at the camera while a thick log came out. These were turds that earned Janice Ellis the title of "World's Best Pooper" and helped to make pooping pageants mainstream.

Samantha didn't know about any of this until she was leaving for college. While searching the attic for boxes, she came across a stack of magazines labeled "Miss Messy," many of which featured her mother on the front. She saw her mother pooping while smoking a cigarette, posing seductively next to her dumps, and answering questions about the naughtiest place she's ever gone.

Though she felt mortified and never brought it up to her mother, Samantha started to become fascinated by it, eventually discovering how many fans her mother had. She had passed away before Samantha got a chance to discuss things about it with her, and Samantha wanted to honor her.

Her sister, Kyra, had also known about their mother's poopy past, but she didn't much want to discuss it. However, when she learned of Samantha's ambitions to become a poop star herself, she starting showing support and sending her tips for having better loads.

Samantha had met Lindsey in college. During a round of truth or dare, Lindsey asked her what the craziest thing she had found out about a parent was. She was floored by the response, but only because she didn't know her friend was raised by a pooping legend. Samantha then dared LIndsey to poop in front of her. She was more than willing, and a new point in their friendship was reached.

She had hoped they would both get accepted by Madame Calvert's, but even one getting accepted would be hard, let alone both. Mostly, Samantha wanted there to be no bad blood between them whatever happened.

"I gotta hop off," Lindsey said, pointing her phone at her toilet again so Samantha could see her poop before she flushed it away. Samantha knew she and Lindsey were both strong poopers. But were they strong enough?

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Messy Encounters Ch. 01 byHolister©

You sit there jittery, nervous and wondering if it's all been some elaborate hoax. She had said to meet her here in this park at 7:30, and that she'd be coming back from her netball game and would meet you on this park bench.

Behind you is a playground, kids long since gone home. In front of you a graded gravel path. It was a secluded spot, you had arrived early, but only one other person had walked down the pathway since you got there. You looked at your watch again. 7:33 and you think, there's no way this could be real. What would an 18-year-old, athletic girl want with you? Moreover, how could she possibly be into the same, let's face it, extreme fantasies?

You hear footsteps on the loose gravel off to you right. They are faint, like someone just entered the park. You listen intently as they get louder. Leaning forward and peering around the collection of trees, you make out the silhouette of someone approaching. Feminine, but walking with a labored gait. It must be heavy backpack. You cannot make out what she's wearing yet, she's still too far in the darkness of the park, but each step brings her closer.

Suddenly you're aware of your raging cock pressing against your tight underwear. You're even more jittery as the figure comes into the light. A tall athletic girl, brunette with tiny breasts covered by a simple sports top bunched up just enough to show a flat stomach above her tight black lycra shorts.

She approaches. You're speechless but try not to stare. She sits down next to you. Close, but not too close, and asks "Are you here to meet me?"

You cough slightly and softly say "Yes."

"You're nervous" She said. "I am too. I've never done this before."

"I didn't think anyone else would be interested," You say.

She looks down, blushing. As she does her long brown hair falls from behind her ear covering most of her face. You can still see her eyes. They look somehow both innocent and hungry.

"I have to be home by 10 o'clock. My parents think that I'm going over to a friend's place to study after practice."

"Okay." You say, having regained a little confidence in your voice. "Should we find the toilet block?"

She smiles cheekily, brushing her hair back behind her ear. She looks at you, her lips open slightly, pauses, and says "I know where they are. I sometimes stop here to play with myself on the way home from school."

Then she notices that your cock cannot be hidden behind your pants anymore. It's outline, even in the dim light, gives away you every intention. She looks at it for a while and without breaking her gaze suggests "I'd better show you where it is so we can get right into it then. It looks like you're ready."

She stands up, backpack still strung over her shoulders. You stand as she begins to walk, and you notice how the backpack sits above her pert little arse. Your study it for a moment. In the tight lycra you can see that her thighs leave a nice little gap where they meet her crotch, and her cheeks look like they defy gravity, leaving space between them, inviting you into a warm crevice and down to what you imagine to be a flawless tight arsehole.

You regain your composure, grab your own bag and hurry to catch up. As you catch up, she says "It's just behind these trees."

You look through the trees and see a subtle light of the toilet block. This was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Every step brings you closer to the toilet block and sends shivers down your spine and your cock moves slightly rubbing over a dampening spot of precum in your underpants. You try to think of anything else to take the edge off, but there's no way you could concentrate on anything but at this point. You're almost there, you're about to live out your wildest fetish.

You look over at her, she's breathing shallow breaths, showing signs of nerves as well. Without looking at you she says "My real name is Sarah by the way. I think it would be odd, given what we're about to do, if we don't know each other's real name."

"I'm Andrew," you tell her. "I guess you're right, we're about to get very personal."

You both stand under the yellow light under the awning. On the wall, the blue signs show that there are the normal three toilets. Male, Female and disabled. You look into each other's eyes. She is just under the height of your nose.

She says softly "I want to start before we go in," and with that she takes your hand and slides in gently in the front of her shorts. Your finger dances over her completely smooth slit, feeling dampness which fills the entirety of her warm pussy right up to an inflamed clit. The moment you press on it a little, her eyes roll back a little, she muffles a squeal, and spreads her legs a little further.

"I'm ready to shit myself." Her eyes come back to meet yours, her mouth opens, and she flexes her stomach. Without so much the smallest fart, the sounds of a steady and solid log exiting her arsehole paint a picture in your mind. She finishes with a clench with tightens both her pussy and arse. Her little giggle reminds you that you both want this; you both want to get messy.

She slides her backpack offer her shoulders and turns around. "Does it show?" She asks.

As she pushes her pert butt back at you for your comments, you take your hand, lick her juices off your fingers, and press the poop filled bulge back into her crack.

"It shows a little." You say. "I hope you've still got some more for me though."

She turns back to you. Using one hand to pull the back of her shorts open around the waist, she puts the other inside and retrieves a sample on her pointer. Without taking her eyes from your she slowly puts her shit covered finger into her mouth, closes her lips tight around it and pulls out a clean finger. Her arms lunge around the back of your neck as she pulls you down and into a passionate kiss. Pushing the bitter and softening shit into your mouth and then wrestling it between your two tongues. She pulls away leaving most of it in your mouth. "You can have as much as you want."

Ninas gassy ass part 1

Somewhere in a city, a pretty lookin’ person in a red sweater and short red skirt wit long black hair, red lipstick an a sexy face was in their bathroom on their phone using an app called “instaglam”. For some reason their name was “Nasty Nina ” so it’s obvious their name was Nina.

Nina: oh wow. Of course. *looks at the trending board* looks like big butts aren’t going out of style anytime soon. So typical. So dumb... Sooo... gonna do it anyway. Ehahahaha *Nina turns around wit their pretty big butt facing the mirror takin’ a pic with their tongue barley poking out their lips* say booty *snap* there we go. Ooh, I look nice. Hashtag bootylicious. Hmmm. I just got this app the other day. And I’ve only used it to look at stuff... *got a sweat drop on their head an their eyes closed* also I’ve got like 3 followers for absolutely no reason. Mmm. Couldn’t hurt to post.

*hits the share button*

Nina: welp. It’s done now. Sheesh I’m sleepy. I’m gonna head to bed. *yawn*

The next morning Nina wakes up with their ass up and their face down in a big bread emoji pillow. *VRRRRR!!! VRRRRR!!!!* Nina’s phone goes off, to wake them up.

Nina: mmmm. I hate mornings... *turns off the alarm* YAAAWWNNN!!!! Hm? I got notifications on instaglam. Huh?! *sees in the corner of the notification 900+* n-no way... this has gotta be a joke right? I just made one post... *pushes the notifications and over nine hundred of them are likes*

Holy crap! *opens the phone and starts looking at the likes and comments* there’s like 500 comments on here. What?! *looks surprised*

“Damn.. Nice ass”

“Now that’s a booty”

“Forget a booty. That’s a donk!”

“I wanna do somethin’ “Nasty” to “Nina’s” butt 😋”

*Nina started blushing* wow... this is kind of embarrassing... these guys really are blunt. But I wouldn’t mind I guess. What’s this? *looks at another comment*

“You should go live and show us that fat booty of yours some time”

Nina: go live? Like livestream? These people really like me. I’ll think about it... maybe after lunch.

*a few hours later Nina started eating a pizza they ordered, with garlic, peppers, extra cheese spicy chicken n a whole bunch a other stuff*

Nina: time to dig in! Omp! *Nina bit into the first slice with their face stuffed with stuffed crust.* time to pig out. Omph ommm! Homp! *Nina just ate slice after slice barley even chewing* oh god! I love me some pizzaaaa!!! *Nina ate as much as they could without takin’ a break. In a few minutes the whole pie was gone* that was amazing! I loved it! *Gulp!* my tummy’s all poked out now. Hopefully it’ll go down in a little bit. I know. *drinks some soda* UUURRRP! Much better. Okay. It’s just about time for me to go live on instaglam. GURGLEEEEE!!!! I might regret it later, but I don’t right now. *grabs a pair of galaxy style Leggings* time to put these babies on. *Nina took off their skirt and put on their leggings. Although it was kinda difficult with their ass being so big.* mumps! *pouts* why do I have to be so dummy thicc? **thoomp!** *their butt finally sank into the leggings* phew! There. That wasn’t that bad UWU

*Nina set their phone down on a stand ready for their live.*

Okay so how does this work? *pushed a button* loading? That’ll take forever. I guess I should just practice then. *Nina turns around showing their big round ass to the camera* let’s get this show on the road. *Nina starts squishin’ their ass cheeks together left n right, poking at it wit er fingers, wobblin’ n jigglin’. like somebody put a bunch a jello in a balloon.* I feel like that little teen that watched those how to twerk videos when no ones around. But I live by myself, so no worries. GURGLEEEE!!!! Shut. Up stomach.

*the live finally loads and gets some attention, Nina made sure their face wasn’t visible* hiiii!!!

Viewers: that’s what I like to see!

Back dat ass up! Mmmph! I need that ass in my life.

Nina: “thank you.” GURRGLEEEE!!! “Jesus Christ could you shut up?

Viewers: who are you talking to? What was that noise? Who cares?! Look at that butt!

Nina: *thinks to themself* “maybe if I just ignore it, it’ll go away.” *gets embarrassed and blushes*

Viewers: you’ve got a really great butt! How soft is it? Squish eeit!!!

Nina: okay. If you say so. *squeezed their fat ass in front of the phone* how’s that? *PRRRRRRRBBBBBBPPPPP!!!!!! Let’s out a huge poot by accident.* hngh?!

Viewers: what was that noise? Was that your mouth. Did you just fart? Shawty just pooted!

Nina: *starts to look nervous and sweats a little bit.* hahaha... come on guys... obviously that was my mouth *PRRRRBBBBPPP!!! Blows a raspberry * see?

Viewers: you got jokes. Lol. You’re funny. Lmfao. Alright, ya got me.

Nina: *thinking* holy shit that was loud! The pizza’s making my stomach act up already? I don’t think I can keep this up. I got more on the way and I’m not gonna be able to hold it back anymore. Oh wait, I know. maybe I can turn the volume down. *Nina grabs their phone turning to the side with their ass still to the cam* almost got it. *grabs their phone just to turn up the volume by accident* crap! I hit the wrong button! *GRRROOAAAAANNNN!!!*

Oh no, I can’t hol- *PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRAAAAAAAABBBBBPPPPP!!!!* *Nina’s ass exploded with a huge blast of gas*

Viewers: WTF?! I knew it! Nina cut the cheese!

Nina: ah! *turns off the phone* OMG, no! I can’t believe that happened. *BBBRRRRRPPPPP!!! Covers their ass after another huge fart * ugh! How long is this gonna-*FRRRRPPPPP!!!!* take!?

Hours later after their little gas time. Nina laid on their bed super embarrassed.

Nina: oh god. How will I ever live this down? Thousands of viewers just saw me fart on them. *puts a pillow over their face* BWAAAAAUUUUUUUUHHH!!!! *lets out a muffled cry in their pillow*

*after a few good day of staying off social media, Nina kinda moped around a bit and got back to regular life, still kinda bored*

Vrrrp vrrrp!!! *Nina’s phone went off* hm? What is it?! *Nina’s messages on their phone were from Instaglam and they could see the text from right there on the lock screen*

Text: Nina, comeback! Don’t be embarrassed. It happens to everyone. We love you! Who doesn’t fart? Even you’re farts are sexy! Go back to live! Rip ass on my face! I’ll pay a thousand bucks for that! That was so fuckin’ hot! Please do it again! Please!

Nina: you guys really liked that? *opens their phone and records themself* hey guys. I know what I did on live was super grody. But a lot of you guys seem to like it. So... ummm *blush* if you want more. Push the peach for yes and tap the x for no. *finishes recording herself*

Not even a minute later 600 people voted for da peach.

Nina: well. Okay. You guys asked for it. *Nina looked away as they lowered their phone to their huge butt blushing super hard with her legs up ready to let one loose*

*PRRROOOOOPPPPLLLLBBBBB!!!!*

The end

Past story - the cinema

Most of the time, my accidents are planned from the start, but sometimes, because I am so busy, I get a genuine need to go when I am in the middle of something. Sometimes I hold it until later, sometimes I am forced to go to the toilet normally, and other times, I create a scenario in my current situation.
An example of the latter is when I was with my boyfriend in the cinema, back when I was 19. (I only saw him for a few months, then we split up. I have only had 2 boyfriends, and I’m still single at the moment.)
I felt the need to go as we were watching a film, so I decided to go there in the seat. But I still had to plan somewhat. I decided I wouldn’t stay in the seat long, and it was a cinema that I had been to many times so I knew how many cubicles there were in the toilet. It is always a worry when planning a public toilet cleanup that a cubicle is available in the toilet at the moment I need it.
So anyway, on this occasion, I was wearing a dress with no tights, as it was summer, and white cotton underwear. I felt the urgency, and I should have realised that the feeling was different, but I didn’t at the time. You know when you get THAT feeling? The sinking, the warm flush in your stomach? I got that. All the signs were there that this wasn’t going to be a normal poo. I ignored them, and it made for one of my best experiences. Terrifying at the time, I was only going out with this guy for about a month at the time. I thought it would be just another semi soft movement that would sit nicely in my pants until I got to the toilet.
So when the need came on strong, I leaned forward slightly in my seat and started to fill my underwear. I didn’t even need to push, it was coming out without any effort. Another warning sign that I ignored! Instead of coming out slowly, it ran out, wet and abrupt, and partially filled the back of my pants, as I was sitting quite firmly in the seat. For a moment it felt like it shot up my back, the warm feeling extended from my bottom up through my spine.
It was far messier than I had hoped, and I could smell it straight away, so I stood immediately. I could feel it was incredibly wet, and I worried about it escaping my pants, running down my legs, even staining my light coloured dress. Also I didn’t go completely, I only let a little bit out but it was enough to partially fill my underwear.
I was wearing a casual dress that was fairly light and thin, so I was worried about it seeping through the dress, which was a white/blue colour. As I stood I felt it splat down and sag my pants down slightly (not out of my dress, but from the back part of my pants to the bottom as I stood up). I firmly held on to the rest of it, and dashed to the toilet, without even saying a word to my boyfriend!
When I got to the toilet, another film had just finished, and, my nightmare scenario, all the cubicles were in use. I stood in the wet mess in a mad panic, waiting for a cubicle. I didn’t have long to wait, but it seemed far longer than what I actually waited. Luckily, waiting in a toilet with filled pants is not too bad, the smell could be coming from any of the other girls in the toilets, so I don’t think it could be pinpointed.
When a toilet was free, I rushed in, pulled my dress up over my head, and pulled down my underwear. They were pretty messy, but it didn’t overspill, and luckily, it didn’t stain my skirt. I emptied out my pants and sat on the toilet to get rid of the rest of the near-diarrhea. It shot out of me quickly, splashing loudly in the toilet. I farted uncontrollably a few times during it, and I knew other girls could probably hear, but I didn’t care. As I sat there, emptying my body of the rest of the mess, I inspected my underwear.
My pants were ruined. It was only a little bit that came out, but it was still a decent amount, and as my pants were white, they looked utterly ruined. The back was heavily wet and stained, and when I stood that made the mess worse. For such a small amount of mess, it was surprising just how stained my underwear was. It was showing through my pants too, as a big brown stain shining through. I just hoped so hard that it didn’t show through my dress.
I spent a good 20 minutes clawing at my pants with the thin toilet paper to try and clean them up as best as I could. I had spare pants, but they were in my bag, which I had abandoned at my seat when I fled. I even had to make a glove of toilet paper to ‘squeeze’ my pants to soak up the mess!
By the time I got back to my boyfriend, at least 25 minutes had passed, so he was worried. I whispered that I had an upset stomach. He didn’t ask any more questions. So I sat there for the rest of the film, in soiled knickers, hoping that sitting down on my dress wouldn’t leave a brown stain on them, until after it he drove me home. I made the excuse that I had tons of uni work to do, so he didn’t come in, so I went home and showered, relieved that I had gotten away with it. My dress was slightly stained on the inside only, and it wasn’t visible through the outside.
Surprisingly, both my underwear and my dress washed ok without leaving any stains. Well, it took a few washes for the pants to wash out completely stain-free!