“Just one more shop” she said, and I tried to hide my general boredom by forcing a smile and nodding “Sure” I spoke, merely a whisper.
Not that she heard it, she was already inside the shop, and I followed her inside.
Just like the last 4 shops this was another clothing shop with the same articles, pants, sweaters, shirts and the like. I couldn’t tell them appart anymore as my memory began to blur, but this one I would never forget.
Strangely, she seemed much more certain of what to get here and instead of walking around the same row of clothes three or four times and still peeking at spots she already carefully inspected now and then. This time around she went straight for a cheap jeans and some underwear and I sighted in relief when she seemed to hurry on to the counter to pay.
Feeling the end of the endless trip was getting nearer I began to show a smile on my face as I walker with her towards the exit of the shop, but suddenly, she pauzed.
I turned around and looked at her, trying to figure out what was going on inside her mind, and then she spoke the feared words with a worried look on her face “I am not completely sure about these pants and panties”. I could tell she saw the shock on my face.
“Dont worry” she said, “I won’t be long, especially if you help me out”. She walked to the back of the shop, where the fitting rooms are. I took a peek at the clock, “20:40”, and I thought to myself that this would be over soon either way, as most of the shops would close at 21:00.
I followed her to the fitting room and waited outside while she closed the curtain and began trying on the several different items she aquired.
After a short while she whispered my name and I took a peek through the curtains, she was standing there in one of the newly bought panties with her t-shirt lifted up, her back facing towards me so I could take a good look at her panties. “How do I look in these?” she whispered. Before I was able to answer with a polite lie about how perfect they looked on her so we could be on our way, it began.
I met Petra about a week or 5 before that day, and it didn’t take more then a week before we, in a jolly mood began to reveal our sexual fantasies to eachother. I remember sleeping badly about that time since I actually revealed my true secret fantasy, the fact that women and girls that peed or pooped in their pants would excite me greatly in a sexual way. When I revealed that my hearth was racing, but she merely laughed at me and made a sarcastic remark that we should definitely try that sometime.
So there we were, seperated by a curtain of a fitting room, she bended forward slightly and with one push she began pushing out one of the biggest poops I saw in my life. I stood there hypnotized, not sure if i should panic or keep watching this mysterious encounter, I even thought I was going to wake from the dream soon enough.
But I didn’t wake up, she stood there with a ever growing bulge in the back of her pants, she didn’t do it in a sexual or sensual way, she just filled the pants as if she was using them as a toilet.
After a while she said “You have no idea how bad I had to go, I didn’t poop for three days straight”. She looked at the back of her panties and almost burst out in giggles, but she put a hand to her mouth to stop that and she just smiled wickedly at me. “That is so gross” she said, trying to control the giggles.
“Wait, there is more I think” she grinnicked and started to groan out loud. I then awoke to the moment, we were in a shop near closing time and my girlfriend Petra was in a fitting room shitting in her panties. Her groans were filling the whole shop in my head, but looking around I didn’t see anyone else react in the shop.
“What did you do, how are we going to get away with this” I whispered at the curtain, and she replied “Dont worry, I planned this ahead, ill be with you shortly.
And indeed, shortly thereafter she brushed the curtain aside and stood there in the newly bought pants. “What did you do with...?” I began to ask. She grinned at me and turned around, her jeans were showing the bulge in them. “Does it show?” she asked, and I nodded.
She grabbed the sides of the jeans with her hands and gave it a good jerk upwards, at which moment her mouth dropped open with a mix of wonder and disgust on her face. She blushed slighty “Lets get out of this place” she said and began walking to the exit. I watched her in shock as she stumbled a bit with the big mess in her pants, her legs moved in a peculiarl way as if she tried to walk as normal as possible but didn’t have the room to move her legs properly.
I quickly followed her out of the shop as she began making her way towards one of the flat iron benches in the shopping street. I moved over to her and suddenly felt very much in love with this girl when she stood there, filled pants in the middle of one of her favorite shopping streets with me. “I can’t walk with this ball of poop in my pants” she whispered to me, and before I could stop her, she sat down on the bench.
There it was again: the look of wonder and disgust on her face, followed by a naughtly look at me. “Squish” she giggled. I sat down next to her and looked around for anyone we knew, I totally loved what she did but I didn’t want her to get shamed for it.
As she began wiggling back and forth and to the sides sitting in her shit I asked her “Don’t you think we should have started this easy, like in private?”. She gave me a curious look and said “Where is the fun in that?”.
Before I could form a good reply to that, she stood up, and bend over before me with a questioning look on her face. At the back of her jeans there was a slight, but outline of a brown stain. “I don’t think that did you any good” I replied.
As she inspected her pants herself she blushed once again and said “Its so sticky now that its so flat”, and she smiled wickedly.
As she took a few steps she shook her head “Definitely not an improvement, it has spread all over my bottoms now”. She shrugged and began walking away “Lets go”.
I jumped to my feet and followed her, she tried to walk as normal as possible, I guess she didn’t mind feeling the mess against her legs anymore.
As we walked towards the place where we parked our bikes I suddenly realised with shock that we took a bike to the town center. I almost felt bad for Petra, knowing that this was going to be a all in experience right there, for her first time.
When we arrived at our bikes I could see she had a worried look in her face, her tongue sticked out halfly on one side of her beautiful smile. “Oh oh” she grinned at me.
I just nodded at her and unchained my bike fast, careful not to miss a moment.
She clumsily bend down to get the key to the lock on the bike in the lock, and for a brief flash I thought about the shitty mess in those tight strechted jeans right there, getting squished over her tender delicate cheeks.
She got up and smiled at me, and never breaking eye contact, she rose to the bike and took a seat in the saddle of the bike. There it was again; that strange mix of disgust and wonder, and this time maybe something else; did she enjoy that or was it my imagination?
“Lets go to my appartment”, she said and I followed her on my bike.
During the ride she would constantly, as if to tease me, sit down on her saddle, standing up again and sitting down again. It seemed to me that whenever she stood up, she used her cheeks to work the shitty mess inside her pants as hands would clump clay, and then she sat down in the mess again, reliving the same moment each time.
Also, from my view I could see the stains in the back of her jeans getting worse and worse every time she sat down in her poopy panties, luckily it was getting darker as we rode to her home.
When we got to her place, we quickly placed the bikes in the storage unit at the base of her flat appartment, and she raced up the stairs in front of me. I followed the brown bulging pants and now for the first time noticed the stench of her shit. We got to her appartment and she seemed to be in a hurry, I thought to get out of the mess. “Quick take of your shoes and join me over here” she yelled from the room she dissapeared in.
I entered the room and found her on the couch watching the television. “Dexter will start any minute now”, she said “I dont want to miss it!”.
I sat down next to her and watched the TV show with her, though I wasn’t really able to follow it much as my mind kept wandering to her poop filled pants, that she was sitting in.
At the first commercial break she shared a moment where we looked in eachother eyes and just smiled, it seemed to me that she did not mind at all the state she was in, and maybe even understood some of the sexual appeal.
“Hey”, she said in a playfull tone, “Can I sit on your lap?”, a wicked grin on her face.
She didn’t wait for an answer, she basicly jumped over to me and sat on me, with the pooped pants in between us. She had been sitting on the couch for a while and I suppose it stopped most of the stink from escaping, but at that moment the stench hit me like a truck and I began to realise the filth of the situation. Still, in that moment I really longed for her shitted pants on my lap and I gave her a a nice “bumpy horse ride” which she clearly enjoyed.
We then kept sitting there, watching the remaineder of the show close to eachother with a stinky, poopy mess linking us. After the show ended she turned to me and she kissed me tenderly on the mouth while keeping my hand on her butt with her hands.
“Now”, she said sternly, “You have to help me clean up, you are the sole reason for my current situation!”.
I thought about how much I hated the cleanup part of my poop experiences but I nodded to her thinking to myself how much more interesting this should be.
I followed her into the bathroom where her shower is, and I found her inspecting the mess she made one last time, feeling the back and the front of her jeans with her right hand while the other rested in her side.
She turned to me and licked her lips “One final favor for now” she giggled, holding her crotch with her right hand. I looked at her, wondering what she ment with that last comment.
I soon after saw, as liquid began dripping trough her fingers around her crotch, she was soaking her jeans with pee. “This I have been holding for a while as well” she remarked.
Again I stood hypnotized looking at her, she had removed the hand from her crotch and was slowly wetting her pants, spreading the wetness all around by moving her legs in a mysterious sexual way. I wondered if she had more experience wetting her pants since she seemed to be really calm and in control doing it, but she just stood there silently pissing her pants for a good few minutes.
After she was done pissing in her pants she adored the complete and utter mess she had made of her newly bought jeans. “Excuse me”, she said as she moved one hand into the front of her jeans and began fingering herself with gentle strokes, moaning. She finished within a couple of minutes and looked at me with a naughty smile on her face.
She grabbed a garbage sack she had obviously put in the bathroom in preparation and dumped her messy jeans and panties in it.
She turned on the water of the shower and stepped under it, “I had a lot of fun, but next time it is your turn”, she grinnicked. I moved close to her and whispered to her, not minding the water soaking the clothes I was wearing “Can I keep you?”, and she replied with just one word “Absolutely”.
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