literature The Kink (Panty Pooping)

 The Kink

'Izzy,' I moaned, crumpling her body up against mine. Effortlessly, I slung out a hand and put out my lamp. 'Izzy…'
  Her features grew unsteady and shifting in the darkness, but she was still undoubtedly beautiful. I hiked her baggy shirt up and slid my hand down her denim shorts, with a synchronised grin and laugh from both of us.
  Izzy wrestled herself further up onto me; she wasn't short, I was just tall, and it was difficult for her to remain balanced in the dark hue of the room. The cold wind snaking from the open window couldn't calm my throbbing heart or my heated, sweating body.
  'You know what you're doing, huh?' said Izzy, lunging back into a kiss.
  I paused for a second, tearing myself from the kiss. This was my chance. Even if I got turned down, it'd be worth the risk.
  'Izzy, this is really weird, but…'
  She sat up on my naked chest.
  'But what?'
  'Before we go any further… I have this kink – this fetish…'
  Her position became less comfortable and she shuffled over to one side. My eyes were drawn away from hers. I couldn't pass up this opportunity!
  'I have a fetish too… I didn't want to say anything.'
  At this statement I found my gaze darting back onto hers. Even through the darkness of my apartment, I noticed a twinkle in her eyes.
  'Okay…' I continued breathlessly. 'We'll say them at the same time. Three. Two. One.'
  'Pooping my panties,' Izzy said, her face screwed up in scared anticipation.
  'Girls pooping their pants,' I said, smiling. The feeling I had was tricky to describe – like finding the right key for a tricky lock.
  'Shit, really?' she cried..'
  I felt my jeans tighten up at the crotch. Quickly, I clicked my lamp back on. My eyes were pleasured with the sight of Izzy biting her lip, shimmying down her denim skirt. Her hair that ran down to her shoulders, then soared past them, captured me. Her jewel-like eyes glittered at me, her beauty running all the way down to her smile, then continuing.
  'I – uh – mess my pants all the time at home. Sometimes I'll be doing stuff for work and notice my bowels are getting a bit cranky.' Izzy blushed, but I nodded her on. 'I'll just fill my pants. When the poop squashes out under my tushy – cushions me on a soft, sticky bubble: it feels so good!' She stuck her voluptuous butt out towards me. Izzy flashed a look to the side, as if she expected somebody else to be watching.
  'Carry on...' I murmured.
  'On one day I was feeling particularly naughty,' she recited with a guilty grin. 'I was at the office. A particularly boring day – particularly boring clients, we were attending to.'
  'A few hours in, at a meeting, I felt my bowels tug at me. Suddenly they had begged for release. Though it was boring, this meeting was important. My bosses were strict and if I'd left they would have punished me. So, my kinky little anecdote to the situation, I lifted my butt off the seat. Slowly and silently, I felt two logs fall gently into my panties, push up against my best skirt. With a reluctant grunt, I let another bit of mush fall out. Then I sat in it, pleasured by the sizzling dump surrounding my hind.'
  'Needless to say, my workmates soon noticed the smell and the meeting was adjourned, blaming it on a gas fault. Feeling rather horny by the situation, I stayed and proceeded to masturbate, the sticky mess still sitting in my pants. I left it a good couple hours – walking around, going on my computer, even socialising – keeping with me the kinky guilt of a sizeable lump of shit in my panties. I soon changed my panties, but since then I've really wanted to poop in front of someone else…'
  Izzy clambered down to all fours, grinning at me through her legs.
  'I certainly wouldn't mind,' I teased brightly.
  'Good,' she said, 'because I've been needing this all day long! It's plain rude to use the toilet for a poop in someone else's apartment.'
  'Plain rude…' I repeated.
  Izzy smiled quirkily, her face soon crumpling up. She groaned – I couldn't believe this! A big hunk of brown collided with Izzy's white panties. They sunk brown as the poop fell into them.
  'Nng!' She grinned, adding to the pile in her pants. Her panties sagged down quite unnaturally, now. Izzy laughed, prodding the enormous mound of mush.

This girl was amazing.

The Holiday Discovery bytach14©

 

 

 

 It is the night before Christmas and Anna and her family are rushing around in a panic before the relatives arrive for the big day tomorrow. Anna just turned 18 a few months ago and is about ready for the holidays to be over with. She can soon relax, especially dealing with her parents, siblings and relatives. It will be stressful with so many people in a two story house, especially with only two bathrooms.

They just finished wrapping gifts and all the traditions like leaving cookies out for Santa and decorating the Christmas tree. Anna feeling stuffed after dinner goes back down in the basement to grab the last few presents to bring upstairs. Anna brushes her long brown hair over her shoulder and notices a rather large bag of what seems to be festive popcorn that should've been a present, but it was opened.

She takes the presents upstairs and returns to the basement. Her basement is half finished and rather large for a house this size. The previous owners had a large crafting table, and another bathroom stall made of wood in one corner. No one has really used it since they moved in. Anna glances for the popcorn bag again and finds it behind a box of crafts. Her mother must have bought it recently for someone, but didn't wrap it.

Anna opens up the bag, "whoa it smells so good! I can't believe mom didn't gift this to anyone. I bet they taste good!" She though grabbing handfuls.

She puts a few cornels in her mouth savoring the flavor. She sighs with pleasure, "oh they're so sweet and salty... it's the best thing I've tasted!" Anna thought shoving more in her mouth.

Anna continues eating more until she hears her mom calling for her to come up and help get her siblings ready for bed.

She helps her siblings and settles down feeling rather full from the popcorn. Anna gets ready for bed thinking, "I wonder if so much as popcorn could ever be bad for my stomach? Na I'm sure mother wouldn't have bought anything crazy. She's such a health nut anyways."

Anna is a bit on the petite size, although her well rounded bubble butt gives her some curves. Her stomach slightly rumbled as Anna drifts to sleep thinking of all the Christmas festivities that await in the morning.

Anna woke up to her siblings thundering down the stairs and parents slowly following. She immediately felt bloated. "Maybe all that popcorn wasn't too good before Christmas Day" she thought crawling out of bed. Being festive and all, Anna puts on a thick red sweater, and a pair of dark green leggings that ride up her butt slightly. She's wearing red and white striped panties to match.

Their family went forward with their presents and a small breakfast before the relatives arrived. Anna felt a slight urge to go to the bathroom, but pushes the thought aside as she hears the doorbell chime.

Her relatives all came in bearing gifts and food for everyone and the house got a little crowded. As everyone settles down and presents are opened, she feels her stomach rumble and her face blushes hoping no one heard. "I need to poop soon, but I'll have to at least wait till after we all eat lunch and settle down again! Uh then I'll have to wait for a bathroom to be free," Anna thought sweating a little. Her bowels shift again as she opens another gift.

Anna receives some nice gifts for the holidays. Mostly clothes, money, and other things she wanted. Now all Anna wants is to relieve herself.

It's finally lunchtime and everyone sits in the long dining room for all a big meal. Anna manages to make a sensible plate without having to stuff herself even more. She catches up with her relatives, while keeping the building pressure bearing down on her anus. Anna only has to stop and clench her ass a few times during lunch.

Now everyone is sitting in the family room talking and catching up. Anna really needs to poop. The pressure is beginning to become too much for her anus to handle as a large turd is trying to force it's way out. Anna accidentally lets out some farts, but no one notices. She is sweating now and is pretty desperate. She knows she will fill a toilet and take a really long time, so she doesn't want to use the two main toilets. "I can't hold it in for much longer. I have to go now! If I can just reach the basement toilet... I haven't used that one in years." Anna thought squeezing her ass cheeks together.

Anna waits another minute or so and stands up slowly. Her bowels cramp and a fart escapes. Her breath stutters as she calmly turns for the basement door. She makes it to the basement and shuts the door behind her. "Oh my I really need to know if that popcorn is the cause of this. I feel so full!" Anna whimpers to herself clutching her stomach. She takes reaches the bottom of the stairs shaking. Her anus is tiring and her full bowels are dying to be relieved.

Anna stumbles to the bag of festive popcorn flipping it around. She reads the label: Serving size exceeding 30-50 pieces may cause larger bowel movements.

Anna sighs, "Uh why would mom buy these?! She must have found them on clearance and didn't even read the bag." She shakes her head.

Anna turns to walk toward the basement stall, and feels another large cramp. Her anus can't hold back her load anymore. She gasps taking her hands to squeeze her ass together as a last effort. She doubles over desperately trying not to fill her striped panties and leggings. She hobbles a few steps closer. A thick large turd pokes out into her panties. Anna reaches the door and pushes it open. She freezes. Her eyes wide and mouth open. "Oh no I'm so close... I just... mmmmmph ooh mmmm n-no stop!" Anna whimpers fumbling into the bathroom.

Her muscles relax and a long turd pushes its way into her panties. Anna turns around to see her green leggings expanding. It's too late. "Oooh so much better. I was close. it's warm..." Anna ponders almost enjoying her accident. Her panties elastic is straining to keep her massive warm mess contained.

Anna slides off her leggings carefully, avoiding her full panties. She's a bit turned on, but there's no time. She cleans up her mess and delicately removes her panties. She flushes her load and just puts her panties back on. She felt a bit naughty. "Hm well I think this holiday won't be to terrible after all. I better change and get back the the family before anyone notices!" Anna thought heading back upstairs.

It has been a few days since Anna's messy accident. Things have settled down since the relatives left and Anna can finally start to enjoy her break. Ever since her incident she's felt quite turned on getting away with messing herself. "I might have some more popcorn today. My family is going to the mall tomorrow and I just have to do laundry." Anna thought pondering the idea.

It's late in the afternoon and Anna decides to sneak back downstairs to the basement to get the popcorn. She finds it tucked back in the same spot she left it. Anna grabs a few handfuls and begins eating, "Mmm it's so delicious. Oh I wish I could eat the whole bag!" Anna thought finishing her helpings. She swallows the last piece and hides the bag again before going upstairs for dinner. It's taco night!

Anna cannot pass up enjoying plenty of tacos, especially when her mom makes them with steak. Her favorite.

After dinner and later that evening, Anna begins to feel pretty full and stomach is bloated. She sits resting watching tv in her room before bed. "Ooh my stomach is really bloated. That popcorn isn't sitting well with those tacos I ate! My family better leave early tomorrow, I don't want to get caught that's for sure," Anna thought massaging her belly. "I hope I can hold it until they at least leave for the mall" She ponders remembering her messy close call. Anna falls asleep anticipating her bowel movement she's going to have tomorrow.

The next morning Anna yawns and stretches. She stumbles out of bed and downstairs. There's a note on the kitchen counter. Anna rubs the sleep from her eyes. It reads, "Anna, we left early for mall this morning for the big 30% off sale. Breakfast out for you. We'll be back later tonight."

Anna grins now having the whole day to herself. She looks at the table to see a plate of pancakes out for her.

Anna enjoys her breakfast and gets ready for the day. She throws on a blue flannel and just some pink panties since she is alone all day. Anna takes her dirty clothes down to start her laundry. Her bowels are feeling very full. "I'll have to go to the bathroom soon, I think those pancakes moved things along faster than I expected" Anna thought loading her clothes into the washer. She comes across her striped panties that she pooped in a few days ago.

"Just seeing these gets me excited" Anna says starting the washer. She goes back upstairs to watch some tv in her room. Anna's bladder is also filling, but not yet as bothersome as her massive load getting ready to force it's way out soon. She wiggles around in mild discomfort. Anna feels the urge to pee become a bit more desperate as her tv show comes to an end.

"Uh I really have to go now, but I'll wait a few more minutes... I haven't been this desperate since I was stuck in traffic awhile ago. I had a wet patch on my panties and I nearly had an accident!" Anna gasps squirming a bit. She grabs her crotch feeling her bladder contract. Anna gasps crossing her legs. She sits up deciding it's time to go to the toilet. Then all of a sudden her cell phone rings.

"Now?! Really who could it be!?" Anna groans fumbling it in her hands. She's standing in her room now. A few paces away from the bathroom down the hall. She answers the phone.

"Um h-hello?" Anna whimpers now squirming and holding her crotch. Her bowels are now so full from the special popcorn and breakfast, that it's now urging it's way out.

"Hey Anna it's Jane! How are you? Did you have a good holiday? I've missed you so much!" Her good friend Jane that lives a few doors down has always been pretty close, especially now that they've gotten older.

Anna replies, "Oh y-yes hi Jane I'm doing alright thanks! And I did, how was yours?" She stutters. Her bladders contracts again squirting a hot jet of pee into her panties. She crosses her legs in pure desperation.

"Oh that's great! I'm glad you had a good time! Hey you should come over just like old times. That would be really fun!" Jane says enthusiastically and completely unaware of Anna's struggle.

"Oh yeah that would be nice haha," Anna replies. Her pink panties now have a large wet spot of her warm pee, and she is losing her battle against her bowels. Anna can't take much more of this before she messes her panties.

A pre poop fart escapes as Anna's bowels churn, really now aching to be released. "Oh what was that? Are you okay Anna?" Jane asks.

"Oh yeah just a squeaky door. No worries Jane. Can I call you back?" Anna says doubling over feeling her bulging bladder about to burst.

"What about coming over? And okay I'll talk to you soon Anna!" Jane replies.

Anna pauses. She can't hold it in any longer. She freezes as she loses control of her bladder and warm pee soaks her pink panties and streams down her legs in yellow streaks. Finally she says, "Yeah maybe tomorrow! Bye Jane!" Anna hangs up and tries to stop herself from peeing.

"Oh It's still coming! I really need the toilet!" Anna squeals. She reaches behind and takes two fingers to help close her anus. Her massive load that's been kept inside for too long is now about to fill her already soaking panties. Anna is stepping carefully to the bathroom.

She's almost there and her bowels churn again. Another cramp as her tired anus loses control and a thick turd begins pushing its way into her panties. Anna's warm pussy already wet with warm pee is damp and Anna is really turned on. "Mmmmph I'm just going to go now! It feels amazing..." Anna gasps relieving all the built up pressure from her anus as her enters the bathroom.

One last smelly fart escapes as she closes her eyes and the thick warm load crackles and emerges into her wet panties. Anna moans and gasps as she allows the first turd to poke and break in between her asscheeks. She can't resist it any longer. Anna takes her fingers gyrating them over her panties on her soaked pussy. "Mmmm oh mmmph I'm such a naughty messy bitch... oh mmm" Anna moans feeling more of her load expanding in her panties.

Her panties are so full that she can't fully empty her bowels so Anna pulls them down and sits on the toilet. She doesn't have to push as more and more turds stretch her tight ass as she fingers herself harder. "Ohooh mmmm I'm cumming mmmmm... ooooh yes" Anna whimpers as she bites her lip feeling the pleasure ride through her.

When she comes to her senses Anna empties her panties and cleans up her naughty accident. "I hope Jane didn't suspect anything. That would be pretty weird and I'd have a lot of explaining to do" Anna thought putting on a new pair of panties.

"Time to finish laundry and call Jane back now! Being home alone wasn't so bad today. Maybe I'll do it again soon, and be really naughty girl," Anna thought prancing downstairs.

 Anna felt much so better since she cleaned up her "accident" earlier this afternoon. Now Anna's parents and siblings are on their way home from a long day of shopping at the mall. She felt her stomach make another rumble. "Uh I hope I don't have to poop again! My family will be home soon. I can't make a mess with everyone around!" Anna worries.

She's now changed into a clean pair of light blue panties, some comfortable black leggings which cling to her ass perfectly, and a green sweater. Anna had a lot to eat today so she decides to try to have little food as possible for dinner. She'll have a massive load sooner or later, but with her siblings and family back, finding a peaceful bathroom is very difficult.

It's now close to dinnertime when Anna's family finally arrives as she hears them pull into the garage. Her stomach is still rumbling as she starts to feel the urge to poop. Her parents talk about finding clothes for the whole family and the new store for the kids at the mall. Anna's stomach gurgles and she fights an urge to fart, "Uh I need to go soon, I hope this dinner and the greasy food court in the mall isn't going to occupy all the toilets" Anna thought picking at her spaghetti. Her family enjoys the food court because of all the options.

"Oh Anna we aren't you going to eat more pasta? You've hardly touched your plate dear." Anna's mother asks gesturing to her plate.

"Um I had a big lunch and I'm getting pretty full mom" Anna mutters clutching her stomach with one hand. "Why could they have been away another hour?!"she thought nervously picking a few more noodles to slurp down. Everyone else was almost finished clearing their plates.

"Well Anna have some more please it's your father's favorite meal" her mother replies glancing a look at her husband who is too distracted with his plate.

"Ok ok mother! I'm almost done." Anna sighs getting more fidgety in her chair. Her mom nods and finishes eating. Anna's bowels are churning. The pasta isn't going to agree with her and she knows it. She manages a few more bites to escape any more comments from her family before pushing her plate away.

An hour after dinner her family is all resting and watching some TV on the couch. She's sitting on the love seat next to her mom, while her little siblings are next to her father resting on the couch. Anna fidgets and secretly slides a hand under her butt to help hold it in. She notices her mothers stomach rumble a little too. She might have to go too. "I think mom is feeling some effects from her day at the mall and dinner... I wonder how long she's been holding her poop in?" Anna thought glancing at her mother. She's probably been struggling all day at the mall.

Her mom has short dirty blonde hair and still looks pretty curvy after having children. She's wearing a slightly revealing blue sweater and a tight fitting pair of jeans. Her mother began to rock a little in her seat and sat on one of her feet. "Uh oh someone is going to be in need of the toilet soon. Clearly she hasn't gone since she's been back from the mall." Anna thought smirking while turning back to the TV.

Another half an hour goes by and Anna is starting to sweat a little. Her bowels are really full now and the pasta is going right through her. A short hot pre-poop fart escapes, "mmm I can't hold out much longer! I just want to see what happens to mom though. I bet she gets some in her panties!" Anna snickers while squirming her seat a little more. Then her father announces that's he's going upstairs to get cleaned up, which means he's going to take forever in the bathroom. Anna sighs and rolls her eyes.

Her siblings run off to get ready to shower and get ready for bed. Anna's only option is to now hold on until her mother gives up and goes to the basement, unless she goes now. Anna moves to get up, but her mother says, "Awe Anna why don't you finish watching this show before you run off? I've hardly seen you all day."

"Ah um sure mom okay just a few more minutes right?" Anna stutters sitting down again. A turd is now beginning to work its way out of her anus. She closes her eyes and shivers as she clenches her ass desperately keeping her tiring anus closed. "I gotta go soon! I'm going to mess my pants if I wait much longer" Anna worries slowly massaging her lower stomach.

"Yes dear then you can run off and do whatever you have planned for the evening" her mother replies with her face making a little grimace. She's hasn't gone poop in a few days and all the activities and food today has definitely got things moving.

She notices her mom is slightly squirming a little more. Her mother accidentally lets a wet fart out. Rrrrrrrrrrrp! "Oh I'm sorry it must've been those fries at the mall!" Her mom replies laughing it off. Anna nods looking away, more focused on her dilemma. Another silent fart breaks loose as she clenches her ass again. She's losing the battle now. Her mother is shifting in her seat clutching her stomach. Then her mom's belly makes a low rumble noise. She sets the remote down and gets up.

"Uh Anna I'm off to the toilet now, I can't wait too much longer" she mutters hobbling toward the basement stairs. Anna gets up slowly with one hand holding her ass cheeks to help hold back a messy accident. She pokes her head upstairs and hears the shower running. Uh her father is in that bathroom, and the kids are still in the others.

"Uh now mom is heading toward the last open toilet! I better head down there too!" Anna thought carefully prancing towards the basement. She begins to descend the steps and her load is begging to be released. She is too desperate to wait another moment longer. Anna pauses half way down biting her lip. "Oh no please not now! Uh I'm almost there!" Anna whines taking the last few steps. She rounds the corner to see her mother in front of the bathroom stall door standing bent over with a hand on the door.

Anna can see her mom's tight jeans slightly begin to bulge. Her poop is poking it's way into her panties! "Oh please I'm so close!" Her mother gasps to herself not noticing her desperate daughter's gaping eyes. Anna feels herself getting a little wet as she shuffles toward the door. She can see her mothers feet as she yanks down her pants and panties before throwing herself on the toilet. As Anna gets closer, she hears her mom grunting and moaning in relief. "Mmmmmmph that was almost a disaster" her mom sighs still filling the toilet.

Anna stumbles into the door with her poop now poking through her anus. She desperately tries to clench it in. She knocks and whimpers, "Hey Mom please open up! I really gotta go! P-please hurry I'm about to mess my panties!" Her mother opens the door revealing her situation. The bowl is really full and she's still going.

"I'm still going honey give me a few minutes!" her mom cries trying to empty her bowels quicker as she strains a little more. Anna is now prancing from one leg to the other and is holding herself in front of her mother.

"I can't wait any longer it's coming out!" Anna stammers now with her ass facing her mom. Her load pushes out again as she loses the battle. Her tired anus stretches and widens as a thick warm turd crackles it's way into her light blue panties. Anna gasps trembling in the pleasure as another knobby turd forces it's way into Anna's expanding leggings. Her mother stares mouth gaping in silence. She didn't know someone could produce so much!

Anna's mother finally finishes her movement and stands up. She turns Anna around hugging her. "It's ok Anna it happens to everyone" she whispers feeling Anna's load in the seat of her pants. "You better go get cleaned up before the kids see you" She says pulling up her own pants and stained panties.

Anna's mother leaves with a smile. She shuts the door and finishes messing her pants. The last turd squishes it's way into her now brown panties. She gropes her huge bulge. "I think my mother had some of that popcorn too! And I bet she got some more today" Anna thought emptying her mess into the toilet. She ponders, "I'll definitely have to be more careful next time I play more naughty games."

 

 

Willow Wets

 

Willow had long been a fan of wetting herself -- in fact, she couldn't even remember how it had started. When she lived with her parents, and then in a college dorm, the opportunities for enjoying that activity had been few and far between, but now that she had her own apartment, she could partake in that particular pleasure as often as she wanted. And she almost always wanted to.

It was a lazy Sunday, which Willow thought were the best days for having "accidents." The night before, she hadn't gone to the toilet before bed, and woke up fairly desperate that morning. (Willow frequently went to sleep with a rather full bladder, but it was less common for her to wake up still desperate, as she often woke up to wet sheets instead.) She lazed around in bed for a while, and contemplated relieving herself right there, but instead got up and went though her usual morning routine, which of course did not involve using the toilet -- in fact, her toilet was rarely used at all. By the time she was making her usual breakfast of toast with jam and a large mug of tea, she was fidgeting quite a lot, and had even resorted to even grabbing her crotch a bit to postpone the inevitable. She made it though breakfast without leaking, but an hour later she had progressed from fidgeting to squirming to flat-out bouncing, was holding herself constantly, and even moaning occasionally. Still, she held on. She loved it when she made a choice to wet herself, and the feeling of deliberately releasing her bladder and letting her pee escape into her clothing, but there was something even better about having a real accident -- at least, as real as an accident could be when she had done nothing to prevent it.

Despite her determination, it was only a few more minutes before the pressure became too much. She spurted, and felt the panties against her crotch grow hot and wet. She gripped herself even harder, but less than a minute later another, longer stream escaped, and she could feel her jeans growing damp under her hands. Willow crossed her legs even tighter and clenched her muscles, but only managed to halt the leaking for a few seconds before her bladder gave up entirely, and urine came flooding out. Her already wet crotch became soaked, and almost immediately after that pee began rushing down the insides of her legs, leaving dark, glistening streaks that widened as her bladder continued emptying. She could feel the wetness seeping up and around her butt, and spreading around her legs. Her formerly white socks turned yellow, and an impressively large puddle formed on the floor. Finally, she finished relieving herself, although excess pee still dripped from her pants to the floor. She looked at the mess she had made, and took a strange sort of pride in how much of her jeans were dark with liquid, and the size of her puddle. Although Willow kept these kinds of activities private, she did enjoy how visible wetting her pants was -- it would have been immediately obvious to anyone who saw her that she had peed, not into a toilet, but directly into her pants! With this thought, she began to rub her crotch and inner thighs through her still-dripping pants, moaning softly with pleasure as she did so.

Only when her pee grew cold and sticky did she stop and clean up. She spent the next several hours being satisfyingly unproductive and waiting for her bladder to refill. However, when she started squirming again, it wasn't because of her bladder. This time, it was her bowels that were becoming more and more insistent on voiding their contents. In order to increase how desperate she felt, Willow walked around her house.

After a few minutes, she felt her load turtling, but she managed to avoid messing her pants for the moment. Once she had regained a reasonable amount of control, she pulled down her pants and underwear, and was satisfied to see skid marks on the otherwise white panty lining. She pulled her pants back up and continued to walk around, occasionally stretching and even squatting. The moments when she almost lost control came closer and closer together, and increased in severity. After a particularly intense cramp, Willow knew she would have no choice but to fill her panties soon. She made her way outside to her backyard, which was surrounded by tall, thick hedges. Once outside, she decided to examine the inside of her panties again, and was rewarded by the sight of numerous new brown streaks.

With her pants still down, however, another wave of desperation hit, and Willow knew that her bowels were seconds away from emptying, whether she wanted them to or not. She only just managed to get her panties back up around her hips (her pants were left dropped around her knees) before she felt her load turtling again. This time, however, she was unable to avoid soiling herself. Her poop started to come out, and tented the seat of her panties before smushing a bit. Willow then gave up on trying to maintain any semblance of continence, and relaxed. Immediately and without any effort, a second, longer log slid out. She could feel the warm mass of poop pressing against her butt, and her panties were now distinctly heavy and sagging. She lightly ran her hand over the back of her panties, and discovered that the bulge was already quite obvious. However, Willow wasn't done yet. She squatted slightly and pushed, so the last of her load was also deposited into her underwear. She also felt a familiar hot wetness running down her legs for the second time that day, and realized that in voiding her bowels, she had also, quite unintentionally and without even realizing she was doing so, voided her mostly-refilled bladder.

Although she had completely relieved herself, Willow continued to stand in her yard for a few moments, taking a strange sort of pride in the mess she had created. She then pulled her pee-streaked pants back up -- further squashing her sizable load as she did so -- and walked inside, causing her poop to shift further into the base of her panties, and her gait became a sort of waddle. She made her way to the bathroom, where she positioned herself in front of the full-length mirror. Although the wet patches were a dead giveaway that she had peed herself, there was minimal visual evidence that she had also soiled herself, since her pants were loose enough that most of the bulge was hidden (she could just barely see it, but she knew what to look for), and a brown color hadn't yet seeped though to the outside of her pants. She then dropped her pants again, and examined how the back of her panties looked.

Now, it was clear that she'd had two "accidents." Her panties were made of thick white cotton, and not only was the front of her crotch wet, but also decidedly yellow. She twisted a bit so she could see her rear in the mirror, and observed that her load was causing her panties to sag quite a lot between her legs -- she even bounced on the balls of her feet a few times so she could feel the weight jiggle. Furthermore, the seat of her panties already had a noticeable brown stain on them. She grinned, appreciating the irony of standing with pee-soaked, poop-filled panties only a few feet away from a toilet. Willow wasn't quite done enjoying her "accident," so she pulled her pants back up again and wandered around her house for a while, before finally cleaning up, showering, and changing.

The Brown Blogger byRaazor©

This story contains references to shit and shitting. The clue is in the title.

'When life is a piece of shit, try and have fun' - Judy Bellingham.

You know how everyone says their job is shit? Well, mine is. Literally. So this is the tale of how I ended up, not just doing porn, I mean, yeah, daddy issues, blah, blah, but how I ended up doing scat porn and the person responsible for it. Aside from my dad, that is. Ah, just kidding, dad. Love you lots!

No the one person responsible was a man. It's always a man for us girls, and me a bit as well, I guess. So who am I? Well, when this story starts, I'm Judy Bellingham, 21 y/o, at uni studying English Lit.

I'm 5'4, shoulder-length dark hair, glasses, kind of nerdy, curvy, not fat but not slim either, big boobs, always loved my boobs, and my bum, it's a generous bum. Legs are okay, but supermodel legs they are not. No tats, but I have a belly button piercing which is about as 'out there' as I get.

I have an exhibitionist streak though, and I like men, and I like sex. I will fool around with girls, but I like men. A lot. Short men, tall men, fat guys, thin guys. Old dudes. Young dudes. Yeah, I like men. I'm a regular girl with no real hang-ups, well except for my legs, and a girl who likes guys who like fun. It's not complicated. Truthfully I'm not a complicated girl.

For extra cash, I dabble in a bit of modelling. You like a girl getting her tits out while you take pics? Then I'm okay with that as long as you pay. And yeah, I know you also want to see full-on naked girls, and I'm cool with that too.

You want to see my veejay? Sure, okay it costs a little more, oh, you want full open leg? Hey, just pony up, and we're fine. So I'm soon doing open pussy sets, but again that wasn't entirely my fault. Danielle, who ran a small photographic studio and had an endless supply of overweight guys (no fat shaming, Judes) with a camera to hide behind, was always saying, 'just show a little bit more babe, and there will be a bit more cash for you', in her Danish accent.

So I had no problem supplementing my income by prancing around in the nude or pretending to be super horny while playing with myself. I always have fun playing 'Jugs Judy'.

Yeah, that's my modelling name. I didn't think to choose a fake name and given my boobs, 'Jugs Judy' was what I became. The trick is having people remember you. People remembered 'Jugs Judy', and I'm low maintenance, friendly and reliable. That last one will keep you employed as an adult model a lot longer than looks or big boobs.

This guy then, you want me to get to him? Okay, his name was Steve, thirties, confident, bit arrogant, good looking. His mate Barry was the opposite, shyer, and liked taking pictures of me. Well, not just me, any girl really. Steve sometimes came along, grinning as I got my tits out, and giving me the look. You know the look. The look says, 'hey I'm cool, I'm fun. I have a big cock'. Arrogant tosser.

But he was fun, made me laugh, so we swapped numbers, had drinks, made out a couple of times and then ended up in bed. Steve was good in bed. No hang-ups, no weird kinks, liked a laugh and was a good kisser. We had fun.

And then it all went to shit.

This one time we were a bit drunk, and just finished a nice meal out. I'm feeling good, Steve is treating me nice, because he is a charming bastard when he wants to be, and we are back at his apartment necking on his couch before he carries me to the bedroom as I shed clothes everywhere. Which turned out to be a smart move.

I'm ripping off his shirt and undoing his jeans, damn he had a lovely cock, not too big, not too small, just hitting the spot. He has his cock in my mouth, god he tasted good too, his balls are heavy and warm - don't you just love balls? You just want to eat them.

And then we are fucking. My legs are wrapped around him, he is nibbling my ear, and squeezing my arse, his cock is banging my pussy, then a change of pace bit slower more measured, but still nice. Then his cock slips out, and he rubs against my arsehole.

"My dick fancies a change of scenery," he whispers all charm and seduction.

I hesitate for a fraction as a girl has to make sure everything is like, okay down there, but the mood is good, and the sex is good, and I'm a heady mix of endorphins and alcohol.

"Sure babe, do in me in the ass," and he slips inside me easily enough. I'm relaxed, my juices are acting as lube and hey, it ain't my first time.

And it's all good, he isn't that deep inside me, and I'm all dreamy, the sex is still fantastic, and then he pulls out and tips me over on all fours.

"Whoa, steady there boy," I giggle.

"I want to get deeper, Judes, fuck your sexy ass."

I'm too gone to care, and I like being manhandled during sex, so I'm all, 'Yeah, fuck my ass, babe, fuck me like a dirty bitch'. So he did.

About 10 seconds in I'm thinking this may be a mistake, 20 seconds in I know it's a huge fucking mistake.

I have a pain in my gut, and the urgent need to take a shit and his cock now balls deep, is the catalyst for potential disaster.

"Babe, you have to stop," I said, trying to remain calm. "Babe! Steve, for fuck's sake!" I say more urgently this time.

"You all right?" He finally gasps still pumping into me, his strong grip making sure I can't wriggle away.

"No, I'm fucking not!" My concern is starting to penetrate his fogged brain. "I've got to go and go right now!"

"Go where babe?"

Fuck's sake.

"You want me to spell it out? I need to go to the bathroom."

"You need to piss? Now?" He sounded miffed.

"No not piss you fucking idiot, I need to, you know," look I'm a lady, we don't go around advertising our toilet habits.

"Eh? Oooh!" The penny drops and the fucker starts laughing.

"Am I stirring the poop pot?" He grins and starts rotating his hips with his dick in my ass.

"Cut that shit out," I snap. "It ain't funny!"

"No its hot, come on baby, shit for me," he slams deep inside me, hooking his arms around my tummy and squeezing.

"Owww for fuck's sake you fucking bastard, get your cock out of my arse!" I gurgle, trying to unhook his arms.

"Sure babe."

The release of his dick was like pulling the plug, and I'm shitting everywhere, it's flowing down the back of my legs, and the sick bastard is trying to stick his cock in me again. I'm screaming abuse, can't stop shitting, and he's trying to quieten me down and fuck me at the same time, all of which leads to him pulling me up by my hips and me sliding back into my own stinking mess. I stop yelling now that I'm chin deep in my own shit.

I guess at this point you're thinking 'she lands in her own shit, likes it and ends up fucking him in the messy bed, yay!' Well, this is real life, so no it didn't. Instead, I elbow him hard in the stomach, scramble out and make my way crying to the bathroom. Shitty footprints everywhere and me trying to hold the shit still coming out with my hand.

I sat on the floor sobbing for 10 minutes, trying to wipe myself clean for another 10 and then grabbed a shower.

By the time I'm out Steve is bunging shitty sheets into bin bags. He looks up as I came through picking up some of my clothes. At least he had the decency to look a bit sheepish.

"Sorry babe."

"Fuck off and drop dead."

"In that order?"

"You think this is fucking funny?"

"Well, a bit and it was fucking hot, Judes."

I gaped at him in fury

"And if you think about it, it was you shitting everywhere, I mean who is the wronged party here?" He spread his arms with that cocksure grin annoying the fuck out of me.

It was the first and only time I've ever gone for someone. Steve was 6 foot and strong, but I got in enough tasty kicks and punches before he subdued me.

"Okay," he growled, "I'll let you have that, but do it again, and I'll slap you back and hard." His eyes said he meant it.

I nodded and he let me go.

"Rest of my clothes?" I ask coldly.

"On the chair over there. You missed them in the great shitting disaster of the decade."

"Fuck you," I said again. Trembling, I called an Uber and vowed never to see him again.

I refused to see Barry as well, which upset him, but I didn't want to see him and have Steve tag along with his shit-eating cocky grin, so I said tough. Danielle is okay with it, but she did ask why when Barry offered more money. We all knew Barry was harmless, so it seemed odd to her. I told her why.

"You really shit the bed, hun? Oh, dear," tears are streaking down her cheeks. Tears of laughter, obviously. Danielle was in her mid-forties, great figure, blonde and been working in the adult industry since she was 19. Nothing fazed or shocked her, and she wasn't big on cuddles or sympathy. "You, you shit the bed, you get it? Its an expression!" Danielle shrieked, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

"Yeah, I get it. Hilarious. Please stop, my sides are aching," I said crossly, but I was trying not to laugh. It did have its funny side.

"He stick his dick in your ass then boom! Shit bomb!" She mimicked an explosion. "Oh god, I'm going to piss myself!"

By now I'm howling with laughter too. She is a great woman Danielle. Love her to bits. Cow.

I say cow because it was Danielle's fault what happens next. A week or so after I reveal the 'shit bomb' experience, she rings me up with a modelling assignment. Great, I say. Pay is very good, she says. Even better, I say. It's fooling around with another girl, Becky. No problem, I say. Lovely girl, says Danielle. 28, experienced, friendly. Hey, I'm sold, I say. When and where? Next Tuesday afternoon, 2:00 pm. Becky works from her own home studio. I'm impressed. Pay is £500 for 30 minutes, maybe 45. Hour tops. That usually means two hours minimum in Danielle speak. Great, I say, so what's the fucking catch? Because no one is paying 'Jugs Judy' £500 without a fucking catch.

Danielle laughs. Which means the catch is fucking huge. No catch, dear, honest! Christ, it must be the biggest catch in the history of catches I think to myself.

"All you do is wear a strap-on and fuck her," she says dismissively.

I wait.

"So, shall I say yes?" Danielle continued.

I wait.

There is a sigh. "Okay, you have to fuck her in the ass. Her ass. Not your ass. Her ass."

"Huh, huh."

"Until she poops, but that's it I swear!"

"Huh, huh. So why me?" Daring her to say 'shit bomb'.

Danielle says it. In between giggles. Bitch. "Since you have had some experience, Judes."

I cut her short. "£600 and I'll do it."

"Done," she says promptly.

Cow. Knew I should have said £750.

Danielle gives me the girl's website, 'Bathroom Becky' and you immediately know what to expect, and it isn't advice on bathroom colour schemes.

Becky is pissing on guys, on girls, into glasses, teacups, bowls, outside, inside. Becky is also getting pissed on by guys, girls and drinking out of glasses, teacups, bowls, well you get the picture. There were a lot of pictures. I spy one with 'click here for Scat Promos' and honest to God I had no idea what 'scat' meant. So I clicked and then hurriedly clicked off. I then spend 30 minutes debating whether to cancel.

Thing is it's £600 for maybe an hour's work, where I just fuck a girl in the ass. It's not as if I haven't fucked a girl in her ass before, and been on the receiving end. These shoots are easy, and usually good fun as most girls in the biz are a friendly bunch, but I don't get offers of £600 to fool around with some banging hot babe, and FYI Becky is banging hot. Tall, leggy, busty, gorgeous, dark long tresses and a wide generous smile. I'd pay to bang her that's how hot. I mean, I wouldn't, but you get the idea. Next to plain, dumpy Judy Bellingham, this babe is a superstar.

I'll sleep on it. Which means I know I'm going to do it, but I can still pretend I won't.

By Sunday I've stopped pretending so I figure I would have another look. I don't want to go into this blind and have the shit hit the fan so to speak.

Okay, there is a free 'taster', so I'll watch that. It's Becky's 'Poop my Pantyhose' diary and first off the girl is good. She's intimate with the camera, lots of eye contact, engaging, flirty as she shows off her tan pantyhose no panties, pulling them into her arse crack and pussy. She has a fairly loose crop top on, and she jiggles her boobs as she wonders excitedly what her shit will be like today. Well, it will be like shit, hun, it's not exactly a fucking mystery, is it? Oh, how naïve can a girl of 21 be?

Next, she is on all fours with her pantyhose stretched tight over her magnificent rear. Filling the screen, she rocks back and forth, still chatting, telling us all to hold on and then there was this faint cracking sound, like when you ball up foil it sort of crinkles and crackles? Anyway, a brown stain appears and then expands and flattens in the centre of her pantyhose. I can hear her straining as it slowly starts to gravitate down her leg. She wriggles her bum at the camera and then half turns to another unseen camera and says: "Shall we have a look and see how shitty my arse is?"

The scene fades. Its a classic, 'time to get your credit card out', moment.

From the few stills I can see she is examining what's in her panties, I mean shocker, what can it be? Next, she's rubbing her shit over her arse, and not just her arse either. You would be hard put to find a place it didn't get smeared over. Becky was also in scenes with girls and guys, which I'll be honest, I looked at half squinting and with a strong cup of tea to hand.

£600, Judy. £600. Focus on the prize.

Come Tuesday, I'm heading up to her top floor flat above some shops, and I'm shitting myself with nerves. Normally a handicap on a job but not this one I think with sour humour. I had rung Becky a few minutes before to get the exact address, and the door was already open.

"Judy," she says, warmly embracing me. Her hair smelt divine. I mutter a weak welcome. Becky takes my hand and leads me in. "My your hands are cold," she said.

"Yes, it's cold today," I respond lamely.

"Now has Danielle told you exactly what we are doing today?" She says again, having already asked on the phone.

I nod. "Two hour video shoot." Danielle had finally come clean, no pun intended, on the time. "Opening scene I'm doing you up the bum and stuff and then you, well you know." God, I'm sounding lamer by the minute. It's lucky I wasn't a horse.

"Shit. I shit. If you can't say it, then we are going to have a problem doing it," said Becky grinning.

I pull myself together. "You shit all over the strap-on."

"And then I will smear my shit over myself and then cum," Becky continues.

"Okay with me," I stop. "And what will I be doing while you are smearing?"

Becky fixes me with a calculating look. "That Judy is entirely down to you. Fair enough?"

Fair enough, I thought as Becky shows me the studio. Sofa and chair in what looked like a viny material were sealed and covered in plastic. Wooden flooring covered in a sticky transparent covering and over that a disposable, plastic tarp. A guy, mid-fifties with heavy glasses was fussing behind a camera.

"This is Ken. He videos all my stuff. Have you seen the site?"

"Yes. I downloaded a free clip too." Next, I will be asking for a pat on the head and a lump of sugar.

Becky looked pleased. "I like a girl who does her research. What did you think?"

Now that was a tricky question given I haven't collected my £600. I shrug. "A fetish is a fetish." Seriously, what the fuck did that mean?

She looked at me and said nothing. "Dressing room is through here," she said.

"Thanks," she left and shut the door. I dumped my gear, sat in the chair and stared vacantly in the dressing table mirror for 5 minutes. This won't do, I said to myself and went to find Becky in the kitchen.

"There is tea and coffee if you like," she offered.

"Thanks," I brewed myself a tea. "Mind if I join you?"

"Please," she smiled, and I couldn't help but warm to her.

"I don't know what to think," I said. "About the site and everything."

"That's okay. You agreed to do the scenes though so you must have some thoughts."

"Well, there is the money."

"Honey, there are girls who wouldn't do this no matter how much money is on offer."

Okay, that was true. Although I figured if you put enough noughts on the end, most girls will let a tramp take a dump on them. Their mothers too.

"I guess I'll try anything once then," I smile.

Becky laughed. "I can relate to that."

"So how did you get into this?" I ask.

"Accident and a fondness for health shakes. I had one too many but no worries I'm heading for the car anyway, so get home and then let nature take its course.

Unfortunately, nature was in a hurry so I'm driving all clenched and sweaty and the traffic is bad and I figure I need to ease the cramps so a tiny toot or two can't do any harm right?"

"Ah," I say laughing.

"Ah, indeed. Anyway, I did one toot too many and before I know it I'm shitting myself and boy at that moment did it feel good. I mean really good. The damage is done so I relax and let it all flood out. Of course, now I'm sitting in my own mess, in a traffic jam. There are even a couple of cute guys parked up alongside me trying to get my attention, all cock and no brains. If only you knew I think to myself and then I'm thinking how humiliating this is and I'm also thinking this feels kind of nice, even the smell is fine because it's my shit.

I finally get home, luckily my parents are out, hop in the shower and chuck out my jeans and underwear. Car is a problem, and god knows how many times I shampooed out the car seat before I let anyone else in. My Dad thought I had a car shampoo fetish. Never did quite get rid of the smell though."

"So not scarred for life then?" I smile.

"Nope. I got a kick out of sitting there and no one else any the wiser. And then the delicious edge of worrying about breaking down or something happening, and as I said I kind of liked the feeling of sitting in my own mess. It had a squidgy, squashy feel as I squirmed in it, all hot and dirty. Really dirty," she paused and drank her tea. "Anyway, I then started fantasising over it. This time the boys in the car 'find' out and make me drive somewhere, and I have to pull my jeans down and show them my shitty arse and pussy and then they 'punish' fuck me for being a 'dirty girl', or I did breakdown and the big, strong AA man has a thing for 'shitty' girls and fucks me in my poopy arse and then makes me suck his poop covered cock. I'm going crazy with all these wild fantasies in my head."

I sip my tea. Listening to this gorgeous girl telling me her dirtiest secrets is fun.

Becky continues her tale. "A few months of this and I want to try it again but at home, no one to catch me. I get all done up. Short white, floaty dress, lovely white underwear, white stockings, heels, nice makeup and I pretend I'm at a party making small talk looking at myself in a full-length mirror. 'Why yes, thank you, this is a lovely dress'."

I'm snorting with laughter, as is Becky.

"I must have sounded like a lunatic," she says giggling. "Then I'm 'oh dear, I need to use the bathroom', but they are all occupied, so a kindly gentleman says if you have to go then just go.

Now I'm lifting my dress and looking at my lovely white panties in the mirror, and I start to try and shit, except I pee first, which I didn't expect which is crazy, because that often happens when you are trying to go, right?

So I'm standing in a small puddle of my pee and that feels hot too, like an unexpected bonus, and then I feel myself moving inside." She took another sip of tea. "You know when you get that huge feeling of relief? Well, this was it, but way better because I'm in my bedroom and I'm still wearing panties, and then I see them start to bulge and it's fascinating to watch as it gets bigger and starts to stain.
 I drop my dress, and now I'm back at the party, yeah I know makes no sense, but I'm horny as hell and it's my fantasy so who cares, and everyone is looking at me so I explain which is super humiliating and they want to have a look so I let them and then the guys demand I pull my panties down.

Please, no! But I 'reluctantly' do so and I'm in front of the mirror as I pull my knickers down, with poop falling out of them. Then I'm made to bend over and spread my shitty arse cheeks for everyone to look at and comment on, and it looks so hot in the mirror, and then I'm sitting in my piss and shit in my lovely dress and stockings, fingering myself like crazy, and here we are."

"Yeah. That was hot by the way." I didn't want Becky thinking I was laughing at her and it had been hot.

"Thanks. Danielle tells me you have some experience which is why she recommended you when I asked if there where any new girls who might be interested."

"Yeah well you know Danielle, always inclined to stretch the truth," I tell Becky about my 'shit bomb' escapade. To her credit, she isn't laughing. Then she asks: "And how do you feel looking back?"

"How do you mean?"

"Just that. Ever replayed it in your head? Thought about how you felt?"

I hesitate, but if I can't talk to 'Bathroom Becky' who can I talk to? "There is one thing. When I was, you know."

"Shitting," Becky interjects.

"Yeah, shitting. There was that sense of relief you mentioned which felt nice, it's just that he was such a dick it kind of got lost and if I'm honest I have got myself off a couple of times with the whole humiliation thing like you said."

"Cool." She looked at the wall clock. Time to get ready I think."

I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing I thought.

Your basic adult shoot in someone's front room with an 'enthusiast' on camera is not exactly high-end production, but this was professional enough. Becky and Ken knew their business, and I trooped into the studio in heels, a strap-on cock and nothing else.

Becky was already naked, save for stockings and suspenders and Ken didn't bat an eye. I learnt he was retired, partly funded the shoots, ran the website and enjoyed as many piss and scat sex scenes as he liked.

I waved my fake cock around, I always did this, there is something about a cock that makes you want to stick it in things. It gave me an insight as to why men act like dicks. Turns out the problem is their dicks.

Ken gave the signal to go, and I smooched with Becky on the plastic sofa.

"You like my cock, babe?" I say.

"I love your cock!" She says, fondling it lovingly.

"You fancy being a dirty bitch?" I say.

Okay, it isn't award winning stuff, but no one is watching this for the dialogue. Suffice to say Becky is soon straddling me and moaning on top of my plastic cock as we tongue each other.

"You want to get really dirty?" I say.

"How dirty?" She giggles.

"Really fucking dirty, like sticking my cock in your shitter, dirty."

"Ooh, yes, that sounds fun!"

She slips the strap-on out of her pussy and into her ass in one easy movement.

"Mmm, that feels good!" Ken is hovering over my shoulder as Becky moans into the camera.

"And hold it there a minute," he says.

"You okay, Judy?" Becky asks as Ken repositions the lights and then gets on the floor at my feet, looking directly up at Becky's impaled asshole.

"Yep. No worries."

"Cool. This is where it gets good," she smiles.

Define 'good' I'm thinking, but I nod and smile back.

"Okay, Becky, Judy," said Ken.

"Yeah, fuck my dirty ass, that's it, baby, stick that dick right up my shit hole!" Becky starts bouncing up and down, really ramming it home, while I grope her tits for the benefit of the static camera on my left.

"Ooh, baby, I can feel it coming," the fucking sounds are getting squelchy as Becky yells: "Grab my arse, baby!"

On cue, I grab her ass and pull her cheeks wide so the camera can get a better view. I take her nipple into my mouth and start flicking it with my tongue. Something warm, wet and heavy falls onto my thigh and slides down to the floor.

Becky has engaged shit mode.

To be honest, I'm more interested in eating Becky's tits to be bothered by my thighs getting covered in poop. Even when I reposition my grip on her ass and end up sticking my hand in her mess, it isn't fazing me.

"Smear my arse baby, cover my arse in my shit!" Becky moans, which given I'm half trying to clean my hand on her arse isn't a problem. Also, and to my surprise, I'm getting into this.

Impulsively I reach up to the back of her head, bend her down and kiss her. Surprised, Becky looks at me and then kisses me back, really grinding onto the dildo. "Fuck yeah that feels good!" She slows, grabs her ass and looks over her shoulder and says directly into the camera, "we are such dirty fucking bitches!"

She switches back to me, takes the back of my head with her shitty hand and kisses me. "Two can play at that game," she whispers as Ken calls time and a position change.

Becky climbs off the cock and playfully swats me. "Nice move, putting your shitty hand on my hair. You get that, Ken?"

"Yeah, I got it," he grins.

I'm looking down at the strap-on which is smeared in poop with a lump on top. The base has a small pile surrounding it, and my thighs are streaked. For the first time, I notice the smell, but it's a clean, shit smell and my worry about gagging seems unfounded.

"What's next?" I ask Becky.

"You're going my punish me for making a mess. Make me suck the dildo, that sort of thing."

"Sounds cool." I kind of want to stick that dirty dildo dick in her mouth. It will be like despoiling the Mona Lisa.

"Then you will say that I like being a dirty bitch and make me smear it over my tits and finger myself"

"Okay. No problem"

"If you want to improvise again then feel free," she said casually.

"Okay." I'm not making any promises.

We get to it. I'm grabbing her by the hair, and I'm all, 'suck it, you dirty slut' and Becky is moaning and bam! It's in her mouth, I even made sure the lump was still on it. Watching her suck on her own shit was so freaking hot.

I'm all in her face, 'Eat that shit, slut', 'you fucking toilet mouth' and Becky is 'Mmm, yes, make me eat shit' and turning her face to the camera and opening her mouth.

I'm having a great time. I make sure there is more shit on my hand as I pull the dildo out of her mouth, plonk more mess on it and then rub the shit-tip over her lips and face.

"You want some more, you disgusting, shit pig?" Becky nods mutely, her eyes all glassy.

"Yeah, course you do, you filthy bitch," and I deliberately smear shit over her gorgeous tits. "Now finger your dirty cunt with your shitty fingers," and Becky is off to the races with Ken hopping around doing close-ups.

I settle back to watch this poop smeared Goddess fingering herself stupid, and I'm admiring the performance, barely noticing that I'm fingering my own pussy under the strap on and not at all noticing Becky is really getting off on this. I mean us girls are good so it can be difficult to tell.

Becky then gives a little heartfelt squeak, with two fingers buried deep in her pussy, and the other hand teasing a shit caked nipple. That's when I twig she is coming for real because she is trying not to show it.

There was silence as Becky collapsed against the sofa arm. "Fuck," was her heartfelt comment.

Ken is still looking through the camera. His voice is husky. "We need to do the cum shot again. Bit more gusto this time."

Becky nods then turns to me. "You total cow," she grins. "Love all that Dom stuff and nasty talk, 'suck this, you dirty shit pig', good energy. What did you think, Ken?"

"Really hot. Loved it!" He beams at me.

I watched as Becky redid the cum scene with Ken mixing up the angles. This time it was a 'porno' cum, and then we broke.

"Sorry, I should have let you jump in the shower while I did that last bit," apologised Becky. "Unless you don't mind us showering together?"

I was smeared in poop with lumps tangled in my hair and I hadn't even noticed. I take my work seriously, so I was more intent on keeping quiet while Becky did her thing. I figured Ken hadn't offered because he liked seeing the new girl smeared in shit. Becky not offering though was odd. Us girls tend to be solicitous when first working together, if only for the practical reason that if there is good chemistry, it makes sense not to spoil it by being a rude cow.

Becky lit up with a genuine smile when I said: "Sure we can shower together, no problem."

The bathroom was a large wet room and a lovely one at that. Shower to one side with a large raindrop head in the ceiling and smaller power jets in the wall.

I unbuckle the strap-on, and Becky takes it off me. Giving me a challenging look, she takes the shitty end and puts it in her mouth. Gauging my reaction, as she sucks it clean.

I look unfazed. But then I was unfazed. I had fucked her mouth with the shitty end, so this was no big deal. Except that was for the cameras. This was just me and her. This was her emphasising how much she was into this shit and seeing how I felt about it.

My reckless streak kicked in. I took the strap on and put it into my mouth. Actually it was pretty clean by now, so it wasn't as big a deal as it looked. Or tasted. It was a little bitter, sort of tangy, but that was it.

Becky smiled and activated the shower.

"I like you," she said as we got under the water and began soaping each other. "I have an idea for the next scene. You want to hear it?"

"Sure."

"Okay, this time I want you to shit and piss on me. Replay you domming me, make me your toilet bitch. That kind of thing. You reckon you can go with that? I mean literally, 'go'?"

I thought about it as I rinsed off. Danielle had hinted at this so I wasn't 'unprepared'. "I guess so. I haven't pooped since Sunday, the thing is I never actually done it in front of anyone. Deliberately that is."

Becky nodded. "Yeah, I get that. It's not easy to break a private habit. You okay to try though?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I'll give it a go. If I do then what?"

"I smear it and cum. Or you help, telling me what a disgusting bitch I am. Usual stuff."

Ken cleared the studio while we showered. Clean up involved putting the tarp in a bin bag and wiping down our messy footprints on the stick down plastic that led to the bathroom. As I said, the operation was basic but professional.

For an outfit, I went for a formal look, blouse, jacket and skirt suit, hair back and fake glasses. Stockings and high heels completed the set.

"Idea is you bring me in on a leash, naked, use me, abuse me, I cum," said Becky. She looked at Ken. "Agreed?"

"Sounds good to me," he said, fiddling with the lights.

I made a sound. They both looked at me.

"It's a bit, well, kind of dull," I said.

"Dom girl shits on naked sub girl, what's dull about that?" asked Becky.

"Yeah, I get that. It's just the whole naked girl on a leash bit. Ooh, I'm a sub, please shit on me."

"You got a better idea?" Ken was sounding put out.

"Hey, it's your party, I'm just the hired help, but I thought we could maybe just tweak it a bit?" I understood Ken and Becky's reaction. This was their show, not mine, but I'm not shy in coming forward.

"What's your idea then?" Becky asked.

"Okay, I come in, you are dressed normally say watching TV or something. I'm in from work, 'Hi honey', 'nice day', that sort of thing. I sit down, a bit of small talk then I look like I need to take a dump. You ask if I need to go, I say yes and you immediately get on the floor. I hitch up the skirt, pull down my panties and dump and piss on you.

Then I wipe my arse on your top, turn and smear my shit over your face and then sit back down and order you to eat my pussy with your face covered in shit. Oh, while I'm shitting, I'm reading a magazine or something like it's a normal thing to do. Normal but not normal if you see what I mean." I looked at them both. Ken just looked at me then shrugged. Becky was thoughtful and then smiled.

"I like it!" She announced.

"Really?" I said.

"Yeah, it sounds fun. A very domestic scene but with a twist. Let's do it."

"Cool."

So we did.

"And action," said Ken. Yeah, really, he said this.

I did my 'grumpy power executive' entrance, Ken's briefcase in hand and plopped down on the couch next to my 'wife' who gives me a loving peck.

"Good day, honey?" Becky said. She was wearing a cream blouse and a light tan skirt.

I grunted a power executive reply and ask what she has been up to.

"Masturbating in my own shit, darling," she replied sweetly.

"Glad one of us had a good day then," I said trying not to laugh, this hadn't been in the lines we had tossed around. "Talking of shits," I said, rubbing my tummy, "Could do with taking a dump myself."

"Of course, darling." Becky rose to her feet and lay on the floor. "I've put your car magazine on the coffee table. You were thinking of upgrading your company car?"

"Yes, perhaps we should go for a Mercedes this time," I responded, picking up the magazine and straddling Becky.

"That would be wonderful, darling," she gushed.

I hitched up my skirt, pulled down my panties and squatted over her face. I leafed through the magazine. A feeling of power gripped me. It is liberating doing something private and taboo in public and doing it where you most certainly shouldn't.

"May I help you, darling?" Becky asked and no sooner had she said it then her tongue began probing and licking my asshole. It felt lovely. Here goes nothing I thought.

And nothing was pretty much it for a minute or so.

"Just relax dear," said Becky as she rimmed my ass.

I tried again and ended up pissing onto her blouse and down her tan skirt. Becky's tongue switched to my pussy, lapping up what she could. She was a good 'wife'.

"You taste lovely," she whispered.

I ignored her and began straining afresh. I felt my insides move and more pee squirted out. There was a brief crackling sound and then that lovely rush you get when you feel a big, long lump of shit slither out.

"Oh, my!" I gasped. Shitting in front of people was glorious. Shitting on someone inches from your arse was the ultimate power kick. I felt lightheaded, a huge sense of relief and calm washed over me. I was hooked. I just didn't know it until later.

Becky uttered a brief squeak and then a spluttering sound as my long, turd coiled over her face. I looked round and marvelled at the obscenity I had given birth too and was now despoiling this natural beauty. I could see her lips and tongue moving as she sought to absorb some of my shit into her mouth.

Casually I moved down and splattered some more mess over her damp blouse. I looked at Ken, who was lying on his side getting a profile view of Becky. He gave me a thumbs up. I guessed he hadn't noticed the fine spray of brown mist over his glasses. Ken was a pro.

I used Becky's skirt to wipe my arse and then stood to survey my handiwork.

Not bad, I thought. My shit had broken in two and slithered down either side of her face. A lump had stayed in her mouth, and she was gamely chewing on it. Her tan skirt was riding high, and her hand was down her knickers.

She looked so hot. I felt like I had dumped rotting garbage in a natural beauty spot. This sense of 'wrongness' added to the intense rush and lightheaded feeling I got from shitting on her. I strutted back and placed my heels either side of her head.

"Lick my shoes," I ordered.

Becky turned her head, her shit smeared tongue flicked out and left runny, brown trails on my black shoe.

Smiling, I spread my pussy and began pissing in her face. Becky spluttered and coughed.

"Open your mouth!" I snapped in my best bitch voice.

Opening one eye, Becky looked up at me. She had that glazed look as she opened her mouth. I could see a lump of my shit stuck in there. Taking aim, I said: "Think that needs washing down," and directed my piss into her mouth. It filled her, then spilt over, as she gurgled away.

"Swallow it!"

Becky nodded, retched momentarily and then started to swallow my piss and shit. I could see she was struggling a little.

"Perhaps I can help out," I said, putting my heel into her mouth and mushing up the soggy turd.

Her eyes rolled back and fluttered as she gulped down the mess and orgasmed with that telltale squeak of hers. I knelt in my shit, straddling Becky's head and began rubbing my pussy over her face. It felt slick and warm, almost comforting as I masturbated on her.

"Stick your tongue out, baby," I said, rotating my hips on her face. I paused to check whether she had fully swallowed my shit. She had.

"That's it you dirty bitch, stick your tongue inside my shitty pussy, lick me clean."

I unbutton my blouse and start smearing my tits as I ride her face. Part of me is playing up to the camera, but another part of me is revelling in this degenerate filth. I'm feeling good as I rub my shitty tits and play with my hard nipples.

"That's it you dirty slut, make me cum!" I gasp, and in another reckless moment, I raise my left boob to my mouth and suck shit off my nipple.

And then promptly threw up over Ken's camera.

Fuck's sake.

Nice one, Judes.

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."