Posted by caterpillargirl on August 16, 1997 at 10:52
HEAT
Lisette, 18 years old and a tanned, full-figured beauty, was vacationing in London, England, with her boyfriend, Brad. On the tube on the way back to their hotel, after a long first day on the tourist scene, they had been unable to secure adjacent seats. Lisette was seated between a pretty young woman in a grey business suit, and a spiky peroxide blonde punk, but was taking little notice of her surroundings, mind occupied with a more pressing concern. She sat feeling the pressure and the heat in her gut rise up to her face, making her eyelids sweat. She was embarrassed to look around her for fear that people would guess, or worse, had already guessed, the liquid turmoil beneath her smooth flesh. She squirmed in her seat, suppressing a wet fart. She needed a release, and her pain must have been evident on her face, for Brad’s look of curiosity (he had been watching her closely from his opposing seat, ever the adoring boyfriend) at her behaviour, turned quickly to one of concern. He leaned forward and said “Are you ok, babe?” Lisette gulped, shook her head, and paused, suddenly breathless, before she said “I’ll tell you when we reach the station”. He rested back in his seat, still worried, and somewhat perplexed, but assurred that she wasn’t going to drop dead in front of him quite yet.
Lisette’s tight frayed white denim short shorts, and black leather belt were pressing against her fullness, and when the tube drew to a halt, she was afraid to stand in case the movement proved too much for her increasingly tenuous bowel control. Summoning her last shreds of discipline, she got up slowly and carefully, to avoid losing any of the poop that pressed so insistently for release, into her little lacy panties. She was aware of the huge slug of shit within her, and felt on the verge of shooting a stream of hot shit out from between her gorgeous firm buttocks. “What a relief that would be” she thought. She couldn’t remember ever needing to go so bad in such an impossible situation in her whole life before, and the feel of Brad’s arm round her waist was almost enough to send her over the edge. “Gently, oh please, gently, Brad”
“What’s wrong, baby? Are you sick?”
“Oh Brad...I’m so embarrassed.” She looked at her feet, little gassy explosions rocking her tortured insides, and so much poop looking for a way out.
“It’s ok, Lis, you don’t need to be embarrassed with me” (“But what about all these people??”, she moaned, inwardly. Not really in the mood to play guessing games, she thought she better tell him, and let him draw his own conclusions.)
“Uuhh...Brad...my bowels are so full. I...uhh...I am going to mess in my panties any second.” she whispered to him. “I need to go so bad. I am going to lose it, oh Brad” she squealed frantically “Help me oh, I’m gonna do it, ohh...”.
Brad’s expression was unreadable, and he was silent for a moment. Then, quietly “There is no toilet in this station, and we could be ages looking for one above ground. We should be home in five minutes, just a couple more stops...” He halted, himself fidgety now, surprised at his reaction to his girlfriend’s predicament. He was rock hard, and he was sure Lisette would notice his bulge. The thought that Lisette’s own pants could soon have a bulge of a very different origin was almost enough to make him cream himself. “Do you think you can wait that long?” swallowing eagerly, and blushing ferociously at the pleasure this situation was giving him.
Lisette had indeed noticed his hard-on, and her amusement at his physical response provided her with a temporary distraction. But soon, her pressing need, and the seething tons of shit inside her took over again. She almost doubled over when a sharp stab of pain hit her, but managed to regain some semblance of control and poise, and answered “I hope so...”
Lisette’s tight frayed white denim short shorts, and black leather belt were pressing against her fullness, and when the tube drew to a halt, she was afraid to stand in case the movement proved too much for her increasingly tenuous bowel control. Summoning her last shreds of discipline, she got up slowly and carefully, to avoid losing any of the poop that pressed so insistently for release, into her little lacy panties. She was aware of the huge slug of shit within her, and felt on the verge of shooting a stream of hot shit out from between her gorgeous firm buttocks. “What a relief that would be” she thought. She couldn’t remember ever needing to go so bad in such an impossible situation in her whole life before, and the feel of Brad’s arm round her waist was almost enough to send her over the edge. “Gently, oh please, gently, Brad”
“What’s wrong, baby? Are you sick?”
“Oh Brad...I’m so embarrassed.” She looked at her feet, little gassy explosions rocking her tortured insides, and so much poop looking for a way out.
“It’s ok, Lis, you don’t need to be embarrassed with me” (“But what about all these people??”, she moaned, inwardly. Not really in the mood to play guessing games, she thought she better tell him, and let him draw his own conclusions.)
“Uuhh...Brad...my bowels are so full. I...uhh...I am going to mess in my panties any second.” she whispered to him. “I need to go so bad. I am going to lose it, oh Brad” she squealed frantically “Help me oh, I’m gonna do it, ohh...”.
Brad’s expression was unreadable, and he was silent for a moment. Then, quietly “There is no toilet in this station, and we could be ages looking for one above ground. We should be home in five minutes, just a couple more stops...” He halted, himself fidgety now, surprised at his reaction to his girlfriend’s predicament. He was rock hard, and he was sure Lisette would notice his bulge. The thought that Lisette’s own pants could soon have a bulge of a very different origin was almost enough to make him cream himself. “Do you think you can wait that long?” swallowing eagerly, and blushing ferociously at the pleasure this situation was giving him.
Lisette had indeed noticed his hard-on, and her amusement at his physical response provided her with a temporary distraction. But soon, her pressing need, and the seething tons of shit inside her took over again. She almost doubled over when a sharp stab of pain hit her, but managed to regain some semblance of control and poise, and answered “I hope so...”
He held her, resting against him, as they waited in the stuffy heat of the station, for the tube that would take them back to the hotel, and to her salvation. He whispered into her ear in a steady soothing stream how beautiful she was, and how much he wanted her. She could feel his cock pressing up against her butt, and she pondered this new little discovery. She had her doubts about being able to hold on until they got home, and she found she was almost looking forward to finding out how he would deal with her having to take a huge dump in her panties. She was beginning to grow moist, what with his arousal, and the sex talk pouring into her ear, and...she had to admit, she was even beginning to enjoy the sensation of pressure, now she knew she could relieve herself if she had to. Brad would deal with it OK...hell, the way things were going, it looked like he’d probably like it a whole lot...and he was the only one that really mattered. She almost wanted to let go right now, to feel his hardness shaping the load in her pants, but she held on.
The tube swept into the station - no longer quite the knight in shining armour to the rescue of the damsel in distress - and Brad helped Lisette into the carriage. There were no seats free, Lisette wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad news for her, as far as lasting out to the bathroom went. And since she wasn’t sure she wanted to last, she was glad that the standing area was relatively uncrowded...
Heat carressed her, and she stood with Brad, in the same position they had adopted on the platform, swaying gently with the motion of the tube. She had thought her need had dissapated slightly, but now it was back in force. She wriggled against him, trying to find a position that would help her hold out just a bit longer. Now the reality of pooping her pants was so close, she was desperate not to let go, not to embarrass herself like that. But the rush of blood to Brad’s dick gave her power, and the strength to say “I can’t hold it, Brad...”. She knew it was time.
“I’m messing my panties....uhh ooo” Her mouth was a perfect ‘O’ shape as she felt the huge load start to move within her, opening her asshole wide. Brad held her...tight now...and his pressure on her belly was enough to override her fear that she would lose some shit out of the bottom of her shorts, and the whole world would see her shame. “It’s coming, ohh Brad” she whispered “Uhh uhh” groaning as the first trickle of wet shit soaked into her panties. Fortunately, the rest of her load was soft but solid, and as the smell of her bowel movement permeated the air, and her huge load filled her shorts, she revelled in the release, and in the effect she was having on her boyfriend.
“...Come on, baby, its ok to let go” his dick pressing into the load in her pants “fill up those cute little panties baby girl” his hands exerting a gentle pressure to help her on her way “oh yes...” his hands reaching round to feel the ever increasing bulge in her shorts. He listened closely to the noises, the little ‘thrrbb’ noises, and the louder farts, as his girlfriend released everything she had into her pants. He wanted to pull her shorts down and fuck her in the ass right here and now. There was still serious danger of him coming in his pants before she even finished pooping hers.
“I’m messing my pants...ohh” she breathed. “Oh man, Brad...this is making me so hot”
That was almost enough to send him over the edge, but he held back, aware of the greater joys that would lie beyond.
Her clit throbbed and the glorious feel of the warm shit against her bare skin was almost orgasmic. She pushed out the last bit of her gigantic load, breathing heavily. Then, for the first time she looked around, and miraculously, though a few people seemed to have noticed her smell, no one seemed aware of the origin.
Heat carressed her, and she stood with Brad, in the same position they had adopted on the platform, swaying gently with the motion of the tube. She had thought her need had dissapated slightly, but now it was back in force. She wriggled against him, trying to find a position that would help her hold out just a bit longer. Now the reality of pooping her pants was so close, she was desperate not to let go, not to embarrass herself like that. But the rush of blood to Brad’s dick gave her power, and the strength to say “I can’t hold it, Brad...”. She knew it was time.
“I’m messing my panties....uhh ooo” Her mouth was a perfect ‘O’ shape as she felt the huge load start to move within her, opening her asshole wide. Brad held her...tight now...and his pressure on her belly was enough to override her fear that she would lose some shit out of the bottom of her shorts, and the whole world would see her shame. “It’s coming, ohh Brad” she whispered “Uhh uhh” groaning as the first trickle of wet shit soaked into her panties. Fortunately, the rest of her load was soft but solid, and as the smell of her bowel movement permeated the air, and her huge load filled her shorts, she revelled in the release, and in the effect she was having on her boyfriend.
“...Come on, baby, its ok to let go” his dick pressing into the load in her pants “fill up those cute little panties baby girl” his hands exerting a gentle pressure to help her on her way “oh yes...” his hands reaching round to feel the ever increasing bulge in her shorts. He listened closely to the noises, the little ‘thrrbb’ noises, and the louder farts, as his girlfriend released everything she had into her pants. He wanted to pull her shorts down and fuck her in the ass right here and now. There was still serious danger of him coming in his pants before she even finished pooping hers.
“I’m messing my pants...ohh” she breathed. “Oh man, Brad...this is making me so hot”
That was almost enough to send him over the edge, but he held back, aware of the greater joys that would lie beyond.
Her clit throbbed and the glorious feel of the warm shit against her bare skin was almost orgasmic. She pushed out the last bit of her gigantic load, breathing heavily. Then, for the first time she looked around, and miraculously, though a few people seemed to have noticed her smell, no one seemed aware of the origin.
“I just made a really nasty mess in my panties” she confided to Brad in a matter-of-fact and provocatively babyish way, like he didn’t already know. “I am going to have to be really careful walking home”.
On the escalator, which was remarkably quiet, Brad stood a couple of steps below Lisette, so that he had a great view of her shit swollen rear end. It was dark outside, which was just as well, as the motion of walking had dislodged some of the shit, which now oozed down her leg. She loved the idea that she and Brad shared this dirty little secret, loved it that she was walking around in public with her pants full of the hugest load that had ever passed from between her buttocks (Some of it was still squashed between her buttocks....) and no one knew.
Standing outside the door of the hotel, psyching herself up to go in, she decided to make it a little more interesting for all concerned. Brad was startled when he heard the splashing of liquid on tile, but somehow knew Lisette was responsible. Pee poured down her shapely legs, spattering on the floor. Her crotch was very obviously wet, she had been so full it was amazing she hadn’t lost bladder control during her very public bowel movement.
Brad almost couldn’t believe it...he had always known she had an exhibitionistic streak...but, to walk through a crowded hotel room with piss and shit dripping down her legs...jeesus...what a woman.
She waited til most of the dripping stopped, and then grabbed her gobsmacked boyfriend, and led him, squelching, into the hotel, head held high.
And heads did turn...the pretty receptionist did a double take, as did the wizened doorman... Lisette opted to take the elevator...she didn’t want to lose her whole load on their plush stair carpet. She wished a few more people could have seen, but she was by now so horny getting Brad into bed...or at least, into the bathroom...was definitely her number one concern.
Brad almost couldn’t believe it...he had always known she had an exhibitionistic streak...but, to walk through a crowded hotel room with piss and shit dripping down her legs...jeesus...what a woman.
She waited til most of the dripping stopped, and then grabbed her gobsmacked boyfriend, and led him, squelching, into the hotel, head held high.
And heads did turn...the pretty receptionist did a double take, as did the wizened doorman... Lisette opted to take the elevator...she didn’t want to lose her whole load on their plush stair carpet. She wished a few more people could have seen, but she was by now so horny getting Brad into bed...or at least, into the bathroom...was definitely her number one concern.
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