Daily Dump Stories

Rhonda's Stories


(September 26, 1996)

I just found this place and I think it might be the place for me. I'm a panty pooper and wetter. I love to fill my panties as often as I can. I am sitting here right now at my computer filling the seat of my panties and pants. It really feels hot when I do this. Do any of you out there feel the same way as I do about filling your panties? I have been caught more than once with a load in my panties and it just makes me very excited when that happens. I also wet them just about every day and have also been caught in dripping panties several times. Last week I was at the movie and didn't want to miss the end so I ended up wetting and pooping right in my seat. I sure feel sorry for the next person who sat there. But it was sure fun for me to do it. I have a friend Terry that also loves to wet her pants. She hasn't tried pooping them yet but she keeps saying she will one day soon. I'll let you know when she does. I hope I have inspired others to share some accidents here!

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(October 3, 1996)

I just woke up and I had to poop so I did it in the bed. I wasn't wearing any panties so it just went in my night gown and all over the sheet. It was a firm one though so it really didn't make that big of a mess. It felt very hot and exciting laying there in my mess, though. So I just had to rub myself to an orgasm. When I did that I also peed at the same time and that really made a big mess of my bed and night gown. It's a good thing I have a water proof cover on my bed so the mattress doesn't get wet and messy. I just got out of the shower and put my sheets in the washer. I'm off work today so I will probably have a little more fun later.

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(October 4, 1996)

It was really embarrassing for me at the time but I can talk about it now. This happened over a year ago. It was Saturday and I was just being lazy lying around the house. I was starting to feel the need to poop and I wanted to do it in my panties. I was dressed just in my panties and bra. I had been watching TV and I could really feel the pressure building. I squatted in the living room and started to push and began filling my panties. I was right in the middle when I heard a knock on the door. I couldn't answer it for sure and I couldn't stop pooping either. So I just froze there and continued to fill my panties. The knock came again only this time my next door neighbor stuck her head through and looked right at me. There I was white panties sticking out still going in the seat. She gasped and just stood their with her mouth wide open. I didn't say a word, there was nothing I could say that would explain what I was doing. I was still frozen and in shock when she finally said "Rhonda, I'm sorry I'll see you later." She left and I went on and finished what I was doing and wasn't looking forward to seeing her at all. I figured I better face her though and after I cleaned up I went over to her Apt. I said I'm sorry about what happened this morning I guess I better explain. She said "No, I'm sorry for busting in on you like that. You were in your own house and it's none of my business what you do there. So please I'm so sorry for embarrassing you like that and I'm sure you would like to forget what happened."

I said "I really do" so we didn't mention it again. I still feel funny when I see her even now and she has seen me a few more times since coming home with a load in my pants.

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(October 21, 1996)

I have been pooping my panties for the past six months and there are a few more of us out their that still pee and poop our pants and panties all the time. I just love the naughty feeling of dropping a load in my panty seat and do it at least three times a week I also just love to wet my panties and I wet them and the bed every day. I also like getting caught with a load in my panties or getting caught at the laundry matt when some one sees the stains in my dirty panties. that happen to me this weekend I went to the laundry and my basket fell off the table and all my close went all over the floor there was another women there and she was helping me pick things up and she gave me some very strange looks as she saw all the stains in my panties there were four pair of messy panties in the pile and she saw all of them. She didn't say anything but she sure wanted to I know. I was red as a beet as she was looking at my dirty panties and was creaming the panties I was wearing. Before I got home I wet my pants in my car and rubbed myself off as I was driving. I also felt the need to poop and as soon as I got in the house I just stood there and totally filled my panties and pants then I went in lay on the bed and masturbated through my messy panties. I really needed a shower after that and climbed in the shower with all my clothes still on. This is a normal thing for me and I do it all the time.

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(October 21, 1996)

I have been a panty wetter since I was a teenager but I only started pooping my pants 6 months ago. My first experience was an accident and this is what happened. I had just left work and I should have went poop before I left. I thought I was sure I could make it home though. I was doing just fine until I ran into the traffic jam from hell. The cars were all stopped and no-one was going anywhere. Everyone was out of there cars standing watching the accident. They were landing a chopper on the freeway it was a very big accident. I got out of my car also when I did though I felt a little poop do into the seat of my panties. I quickly got back in my car and remained sitting there. I was trying to keep control but I was really not able to. I finally gave up the fight lifted my butt off the seat and just let myself go in my pants. I didn't like the smell at all but the feeling was really hot and exciting. I felt so naughty sitting there with my panties full of poop I couldn't even wait to get home I started to rub myself off in the car. I could feel the poo spreading up into my crotch and between my legs. I couldn't help myself I also started to wet my already stained pants it was hot and very messy. When I got home I headed for the bathroom and when I saw myself in the mirror I became very excited and peed again. I had to jump in the shower with all my cloths on but it was well worth the mess I made, the satisfaction it gave me. If any of the dump readers haven't tried this I say don't knock it till you try it. It's really wild! I know I am hooked for life and I'll never give this up.

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(October 21, 1996)

I pooped my swimsuit this summer when I was camping. I was at a very nice lake area and stayed in my swimsuit most of the time. I had wet it several times that day and it was not only wet but if you looked closely you could see the stain had a yellow cast to it. My suit was still damp and I had to poop pretty bad so I headed for the rest room. Well it was one of those porta potties and I hate those things. I walked up to it and when I opened the door it was such a mess I just couldn't use it so I headed for the next one. When I got there there was a long line of both men and women waiting to get in.

I thought I would be able to hold out but the line moved really slow. And before I got my turn I started to fill my swimming panties with a large load of poop. Several people saw what I did and there were a few rude remarks about my condition. I just headed back to my tent and changed myself for the first time the whole weekend. I was glad I at least had running water in my camp sight so I could clean up the mess.

I did notice a few guys getting excited by my accident though and one other women even came over and talked to me about what I did and told me the same thing had happened to her before. I ended up meeting some really nice people because of my accident.

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(October 22, 1996)

I can hear a soft crackle sound in my panties as it starts to spread it feels sooooo good as the load moves into my crotch I'm really excited everyone can share this experience with me it's a firm load so it's not leaking through my panties and pantyhose yet! I'm standing as I type this to you and it's still spreading in the seat of my pants. I just started to wet them and made a large puddle on the floor and it is in my shoes and all down my pantyhose. There is still more poop coming out of me. I told you it was a big one. God, I can't believe how much a small person like myself can hold. I am still going and I feel more there.

I just finished and you wouldn't believe how much I did in my panties I looked in the mirror and I have a huge bulge in my pantyhose. In fact, my skirt even sticks out in the back. I am also soaked all the way down my legs. Unbelievable what a naughty girl I am right now pooping on the Internet. This is really a wild turn on. No-one can see me but lots of people know what I just did.

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(October 22, 1996)

I like to get caught sometimes so I stage my accidents when another women will catch me at it. I have pooped in the movies, at the mall, in the beauty salon. I was leaving that time and only one person knew what happened. I also do it sometimes when I'm talking on the phone. The person has no Idea what I'm doing but I get a thrill out of it any way. One of the other things I do is poop my panties and then run for the bathroom and I have been caught in there a few times with a load in my panties. It's funny, most people feel sorry for you and don't say a word or if they do they tell you about a similar thing that happened to them. That has happened a few times where a woman will tell me about a time when she wet or pooped her panties when they see what I have done in mine. In fact that's how I met my friend who poops her panties with me sometimes. Her name is Catty. I see her about three times a month. I will see if she can come over Friday morning and join us.

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(October 23, 1996)

This is a true story it happened about five weeks ago. I was shopping with my friend Cathy. We were in a mall I had already peed my panties slowly walking around. I was wearing a skirt so it didn't show. I was wet all down my legs though Cathy new I had wet my panties and was having a good time at my expense. We were in the middle of the mall and she said lets go to the card shop. So we walked over there wasn't anybody in the store except the girl at the checkout. Cathy headed toward the back of the store and picked up a card to read. I was standing next to her and heard a fart escape, she didn't look up but I was sure what I heard. Then I looked at her face and I knew what was happening I heard a soft crackling sound and I am very familiar with that. I knew she was pooping her pants. She was wearing light blue slacks and I stepped back a little and sure enough there was a lump forming in them. She was leaning a little so it filled the right side of her pants, then she leaned the other way and filled the left side just as much as the right. She stood there kind of frozen and kept pooping her panties. I was really excited by this but I knew she was in trouble. There was no way you could not know she had just pooped her pants, the load was big and some was leaking through. She then turned and leaned against the counter and flattened the bulge in her pants. It pretty much did the job of hiding what she had just done except for a small brown stain on her butt. We walked out of the store and headed for the car and to my utter surprise she got away with out being noticed. When we got home I had to drive with the windows down. The smell was bad. I helped her get cleaned up but not before I put my hand on the seat and squished it a little more.

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(October 25, 1996)

Cathy just pooped her pants. She made a big mess in the seat of them. She said she just couldn't hold it any longer. I am watching it coming out of her right this minute. I am almost in the same boat right now. I can feel mine starting. God I can't stop it. I guess I just waited too long. Mine is very soft and runny this time. I have poop running down my legs and it's mixing with the pee that is already on the floor. All I can say is it's a good thing I have tile on this floor and not carpet or I would be replacing the carpet. I'm really sorry I couldn't hold on for the right time but I couldn't help myself, this really was an accident this time.

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(October 28, 1996)

Cathy and I had a great time Friday night. She decided to say over with me. We stayed in our poopy panties for about 45 minutes and then headed for the shower. We both washed each other. That was fun. I had her come with me to the laundry matt on Saturday and a few people saw our stained panties and my very messy pants. It was very noticeable I had peed and pooped them after the laundry we went to the movies. and both of us wet in our seats before we left. We were wearing dark pants so you couldn't really tell we had done it but we both left our large coke in the seat although it had passed through us.

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(October 30, 1996)

I wet the bed in my sleep last night. I am a bed wetter. Sometimes I must admit though when it happens I don't use the bathroom before going to bed and when I don't I wake up in a very wet bed. That's what happened this morning. I knew I didn't need to go to work today. I woke up this morning, felt the need to poop, and pooped the bed. Since I didn't need to work today I thought I would just play at home. I had already peed through the night and since I needed to change the sheets anyway I just lay there and made a big mess in the bed and rubbed myself the whole time. I rolled on my side still soaking wet and just started to push. In about 30 seconds I felt my poop sliding out and pushing out the seat of my panties. When I was finished I peed again and had a good size load on my right cheek. I then rolled back on my back and just let it spread across my butt. I like to open and close my legs just to get more of a wet and messy feeling and that makes a pretty big mess of my panties bed and me! While I am still doing this I put my hand on my self and rub through the wet and soiled panties until I have a orgasm. Sometimes I have more then one. That was the case this morning. I had a least three before I got out of bed and headed for the shower. My night gown was stained with pee and poo and my panties were a total mess. I had poop all over my ass and between my legs. I am careful not to get any in my pussy though because that can cause problems. I do end up with poop all over myself though and I mean my hands and legs. I'm really glad we're all wash and wear people. After my shower I am a sweet and sexy female and if anyone saw me they would have no Idea what I did this morning. It really makes me feel naughty and nasty doing this though. I know I'll never stop.

I'm going to the laundry today I'll let you know if anyone sees the stains on my panties or sheets. I'm sure they will because I don't try to hide them. I have had some very embarrassing experience's doing this But I also met some people into wetting and messing over the years. I don't go to a local laundry so if it turns out bad I never see that person again anyway.

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(October 31, 1996)

I am still sitting here soaked and will be heading for the shower soon I like it when I do it but it tends to get cold too fast. I sometimes pee some and save some just to warm it up a little. I didn't do that this time I just soaked myself all the way and there is none left so when it gets cold I'll take off my jeans and climb into the shower. My urine doesn't have a strong smell to it I guess because I drink a lot of water. It is really mild.

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(November 4, 1996)

I went to the laundry with my friend Cathy on Saturday and it turned out to be very interesting. We both went in with our baskets of dirty laundry and Cathy set hers down right next to another lady. She was in her 20's and good looking. Cathy started pulling out her clothes to separate the whites from the colors. And as she was making two separate piles this lady was watching her. She had already pulled out three pair of pee stained panties and Cathy was great she would hold them up for a second and look at the stains and sigh a little. I was on the other table but got to see every thing that happened and it was making me excited! Next she pulled out a pair of panties that had a large poop stain in the seat and also a wet stain in the crotch.

This lady wasn't saying any thing but she didn't take her eye's off of the show Cathy was putting on for her. Then she pulled out a pair of light pants that had a big wet stain on the crotch and seat and she held them up and looked at both sides. I was really enjoying the spectacle she was making of herself and kept wondering what the woman was thinking. I was sure when she saw mine she would probably ask if she were on candid camera or something. I was just to embarrassed to pull out my stained things at the same time so I went and got a coke and just watched as Catty finally loaded her clothes in the machines. She sat down on a chair and asked me what I was waiting for. I didn't know what to say so I just said I wanted to finish my coke first. She was having fun with me by then seeing I was embarrassed and said you shouldn't drink all that coke you'll probably wet your pants again. I turned about three shades of red and was at a loss for words. So now this lady probably figured all those wet things were mine and they weren't I had my own basket full of wet panties sheets and skirts not to mention my messy stained panties and the sheets with the poop stains on them. I thought I was going to die.

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(November 8, 1996)

I am sitting here typing this with a load in my panties I was out for a while this morning I had to take my car to get fixed I took it to the shop and while I was waiting there I had a very strong urge to poop I was trying to hold off till I got home but that just didn't happen. I was standing in the waiting area when all at once I loaded my panties I was wearing jeans so as it came out it slid into my crotch and there was a stain on my butt. I kept to one side of the waiting area and continued to load the seat of my pants. I also wet them a little it just happens when I poop I always pee too.

I was just like a big baby as I stood there with my pants full of poop and pee the mechanic came in and said my car would be ready in about ten min. I had to walk up to the counter and pay for the repairs and I know he could tell what I had just done The smell was really strong and the load felt like it was sticking out. I didn't look I just knew it was.

When I went to get in my car he handed me a plastic cover for my seat and said I think you need this honey. I turned red as a beet and put the plastic on my seat and climbed in I was really embarrassed and excited at the same time. I had a orgasm in my car on the way home and I haven't changed my pants yet so there is still a big load in the seat of my pants although it was flattened out from me sitting on it.

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(November 10, 1996)

I had the runs yesterday and pooped my panties four times. Didn't need to take E-lax. I must have had something that didn't agree with me. I first pooped the bed in the morning then as I was laying there masturbating in it I peed and before I was finished I pooped a second time. I really made a mess of my sheets. I got up took a shower and changed my sheets. I had coffee and went to the laundry to wash my sheets and other cloths. I had just got everything in the washers when I felt I was going to mess again. I did, I messed my pants right in the laundry matt in front of three other women. I couldn't stay like that so I went home, changed, and came back. I brought my dirty pants and panties which I had wet also and threw them in another washer. By the time I got back my washing was ready for the dryer and two of the women were still there and didn't say anything but gave me a few funny looks that's for sure.

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(November 11, 1996)

I have been reading all the posts with great interest and I'm very happy to see so many of us come out of the closet and admit we love to fill our panties. I know for sure I can't go a week without dropping a load in my panties or in my bed. I pooped them five times over the weekend. I had the runs and most of them were really accidents although I like to have accidents in my pants. I probably could have avoided three of them but I didn't. I also pooped the bed last night again I really love doing that and I will wet at the same time I poop. I did a pretty good poop last night and played in my poopy bed for over an hour before I changed the sheets. I like to poop then open and close my legs and spread the mess between my legs I also masturbate when I am pooping and I end up with poop on my hands. I did last night. I had poop all over my night gown and I was also soaked down my legs and up my back. My pink nightly was stained with pee and poop and really looks messy.

I don't care though I can get the stains out and do it all the time. Another thing I like to do is poop when I'm wearing pantyhose. That always turns me on as the poo slides down my legs and they get wet to my feet.

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(November 20, 1996)

I thought I would share a wetting and pooing I saw yesterday. I stopped at wall mart on the way home from work yesterday. You can tell it's getting close to the holidays. The place was a zoo, but I needed to pick up a few things so I braved the animals. I was in the drug dept. when I saw this very attractive women about 30 looking at the adult diapers. This caught my eye and I quickly looked to see if she was wearing one. I was sure she wasn't because she had on tight white pants and you could see her panty lines. I figured the diapers must have been for someone other than her. I was just about to continue my shopping when I noticed her hopping from one foot to another. So I decided to stick around for another min. or so and see what happened. As I was watching she looked around to see if anyone was looking she couldn't see me and there were no other people around right then. She stooped down and with her back towards me I saw a stream of pee running out from her crotch and the seat of her white pants became transparent from her pee soaking them. She made a large puddle on the floor and I was really enjoying the show she was putting on for me. I started to wet my pants a little as I was watching although mine didn't show. I was wearing very dark pants. I looked over at her and for some reason she was still squatting and I soon found out why the seat of her pants started to grow and you could see the poop filling them. She just kept pushing and when she was finished she had a large load in her white panties. They were stained both brown and yellow from her wetting and messing them. The next thing I saw was a security guard and the store mgr. walking toward me. They went right up to the lady and escorted her to a office behind customer service. I waited around for a while to see what would happen when I saw the woman being escorted out of the store by the manager. He walked her to her car a I heard him say she was not allowed in their store again. I was parked right next to her car and when the mgr. left. I looked over and saw her rubbing herself in the car. I found a new friend but how could I approach her? I walked around to the side of my car next to hers and made sure she saw me. When I knew she was looking I squatted down and peed my pants all the way and then filled them with a big load of poo. I put my hand on my pants and started to rub the mess I made and looked right at her as I was doing so. She smiled, opened her door and said it's a good thing you waited till you were in the parking lot to do that or you might have been thrown out of the store like I was. In fact, they were going to call the police on me for having a accident in their store. She said she had been caught on camera peeing and pooping her pants. She said that was a first for her to be caught on camera. She invited me to sit in her car and I went. We were both really smelly and we didn't stay there long. I asked her if she wanted to come to my house to get changed. She declined but we did exchange phone numbers. That was a wild experience for me. She also told me she knew I was watching her when she did it in the store and she has done that before. But had never been caught on camera in her life and was very embarrassed by that. Hope you like this it really happened just like I wrote and I can't wait to hear from some other panty poopers today.

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(November 22, 1996)

Hi all Cathy was over to my apt. last night and I told her about the woman I met at Wall Mart. She said she had a great idea for us, and then related her first panty pooping experience to me. Cathy said this happened when she was 15 and in high school. Cathy and four of her friends were having a sleep over at her house. Her parents were out for the night so they had the house to them selves till about midnight. She said they were all talking and having a good time and like girls do most of the talking was about other girls at school. One of the girls mentioned this girl at school named Sherry who had on several occasions wet her pants at school. They were all joking about it.

When Sue said I wonder what it would be like to wet your pants, they all started daring each other to try it. Well Sue stood up and did it, she actually wet her pants right in front of the rest. That was just the start.

The next thing that happened was Joyce while sitting on the floor peed her pants. By this time all the girls were getting into this so Sue stood up put her hands on her hips and started to push. She was having a little trouble getting started. She didn't give up though and with all the girls in the room cheering her on pushed again this time really hard. Well that was a mistake she said she did manage to wet her pants to the cheers of her friends but at the same time because she pushed so hard she also pooped them. She said she wanted to die right there as all her friends realized what she had done. She also said that once her poop started coming there was no stopping it. Her friends were shocked at first but something happened after the shock was over that she said led to her first bi experience.

What happened next Cathy said as I was on the edge of my seat was Sue said that looks like fun and stood up and filled her pants with a large load of poo. Cathy said that that took the attention off of her and made her feel a little better about what happened. After that one of the other girls filled her pants and then there were three of them with poopy wet pants. One of the girls didn't poop but did wet her pants. Cathy said it was quite a sight -- five girls in wet pants and four of them had pooped. She said they played follow the leader and did some things that caused the poop to spread in their pants. Then they decided they better start cleaning up before their parents returned. So they got in the shower in pairs and peeled off there dirty things right in the shower with one girl helping the other wash. Cathy said her and Sue took a shower together and while they were in there they both masturbated each other and had a good time. That was her first of many experiences with Sue.

My New Girlfriend, Real Story

Ok guys i know i've been A ghost lately but its because i met the girl of my dreams. So last night i lived any fart mans dream. But before i talk about last night i'll tell you about the night before last night, i took her to olive garden and when we got home she told me to stop touching her butt because it made her have to fart. So I was like go ahead, but she wouldn't. So late in the night I went to go brush my teeth, when I came back in the room I smelt this awful fart smell and i knew she farted so i went in to kiss her ass and she said I wouldn't kiss my butt because i farted. I knew she farted so I secretly sniffed. Then like 10 min later she was like I have such bad gass and i need to fart. so then I was like go in the bathroom an fart, then I was like I bet your farts are tiny just to make her try and fart loud because she was standing in the bathroom. Guys it was like Brittany Moore shit, where she farts a bomb and then they just keep coming. She farted like 8 good loud powerful ones in the bathroom and then she smelled it and said they were awful smelling an fabreezed the bathroom an closed the door. An i'm not kidding I smelled them from the bed and the bed was like 10 feet away. So she did that same thing a few more times in the night. Then the next day when she was at work I found the white pantys she was shitting her pants in, an I sniffed the shit out of them, they had a perfect brown stain an they smelled just like her farts, it was great. Ok now for the main event.......

We got domino's wings an pizza and she calmed her stomach hurt after eating. So as were watching the movie click, her stomach was making noises so I was like are you gassy again and she was like yes I am. So i was like fart.... then she lifted her leg an let a good power fart go, an we just laughed. Then I was joking around and I was like i bet you could fart on command and she farted again, she farted on command ever time i told her to it was crazy..... it was dream like guys, but this time They didn't smell, so then I was giving her a massage an I farted on her leg and i'm under the blanket by the way. then she was like i'm going to fart on you, an I was like u don't have the balls. so she let this long whispery fart out an it was brutal smelling haha an she just couldn't stop laughing and she kept apologizing for the smell. But I was just sniffing that shit up under the blanket haha. So she farted like 3 or 4 times with me laying on her leg an i smelt them through the blanket. Then I decided to give her a ass massage because she loves them and my face was resting on her back legs behind her ass, so my face is like 3 inches from her ass. An she loves the spurs an I was talking a bunch of shit about them. She was like if you don't stop talking shit i'm going to fart in your face, so do you think I stopped.... hell no!! haha so then she decided to rip a big like 4 second fart right in my face and she just loved it. It literally blew my hair on my head, I've never felt the force of a huge fart like that in my face, so I was in boner heaven. Then like 10 min later she was laying on her side an let a little bubbly one go and it was really smelly. Like they would linger around for like 5 min an i'd just sniff the shit out of her pantys because they still smelt like her fart. So 2 min later I was like your farts are so small an girly. An she bent over to get a drink of her coke an was like ohhh yah. She drank her coke an burped loud and was like ready and I kinda got my face right by her butt and she ripped a huge fart. Like it was huge it sounded pumped. An fuck it stank up the room right away. It was like a ambrosia fart. An she just laughed an i'm pretty sure i jizzed a little. Then she farted about 5 more times before she fell asleep. An when she was sleeping i was massaging her ass an farts were just coming out I was in heaven. 

Sorry this story was soo long. It was just a dream come true because she farted every time I wanted her to an they smelled worse then mine. Like i've experienced farts in my face from my ex but this girl can fart guys. Shes chill so maybe she will let me film videos. By the way I have only known her for like 5 weeks.

An my girlfriend is hot, She looks like ambrosia but with more meat. Not fat but just a bigger ass with D boobs. She is just a hot latina, shes actually hotter then ambrosia. An she has some tattoos. Shes like a tom boy that dresses an looks like a model haha she helped me change my brakes because she knows alot about cars an we play cod when were bored an fuck all the time. Shes unreal i'm definitively going to marry this chick. This story is 100 percent real too...like i said it was just a dream come true. Keep searching for your girl guys because you will find her. 

Alison and the Lust-Crazed Army of Sentient Poo Monsters by Arthur Saxon meganeura@hotmail.com Illustration by Asael

Alison Dawkins stared out of the car window at the passing beech hedge, trying to make out the identity of the birds on the lake beyond. It was hard to tell at this distance, particularly since she could only see them for a fraction of a second at a time. She had just about decided that they were mallards when a sharp instruction from her brother Michael jolted her from her reverie.

"Quick," he said, "grab the forty miles per hour sign."

She bent down and felt around under her seat for the A3-sized placards that he had made up. She pulled them out and flipped through them, looking for the one he wanted.

"Good grief, would you look at this idiot?" growled Michael. "Doesn't he know what a de-restricted sign means, for heaven's sake?" He changed down into third gear and cruised up to a few yards behind the bumper of the car in front, edging out towards the middle of the road in the hope that a break in the oncoming traffic would coincide with a long straight stretch. To his delight, after the next corner the road was clear for a couple of hundred yards.

"Okay, here we go," he said. "Hold up the sign!"

As the car swung out to overtake, Alison pressed her sign against the window, while her brother hooted to get the attention of the other car's driver. Peeping around the edge of the placard, she saw the elderly gentleman in question start in surprise as he read the message: "THIS IS NOT A 40 LIMIT, YOU IDIOT!"

Leaving the old man spluttering indignantly in his wake, Michael grinned as he quickly roared up to fifty miles per hour then changed up into fourth, still accelerating. "Finally!" he exclaimed. "Thanks Ali."

Alison replaced the signs under her seat and returned to staring out of the window. Her brother glanced across at her. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, fine," she replied a little dolefully. A moment later, she added, "I was kind of hoping we could have another look at your spell book this weekend."

"Now, Ali, you know my feelings on that," her brother reproached her gently. "I didn't intend for you to see that at all, and what I told you was meant to put you off, not encourage you."

"But it's magic, Mike. How could I not be incredibly curious about it?"

Michael sighed. "I know, I know. But trust me - I've had some very major problems with spells I've cast in the past. Some of those that I cast on other people had horrible consequences."

"But didn't you say that the nasty consequences could be avoided if you were careful?"

"Sometimes. Usually," he admitted. "But there was always the potential for accidents, and I experienced a few too many of those, which is why I gave it up. I haven't practised magic in almost three months now - since just before you came to stay."

"But haven't you been tempted?" inquired Alison.

"Occasionally, perhaps. But not enough to want to risk it."

Alison pouted. It was just too awful to discover that actual magic really did exist, only to be told she was never to experience it. She tried again. "But think of all the good you could do!" she pressed him.

He shook his head. "I once felt the same way," he said. "But painful experience made me a sadder and a wiser man."

Alison looked at him querulously, trying to place the reference. Then she smiled and said, "Well, Mister Ancient Mariner, perhaps you just lost confidence in your abilities. But you know what they say: if at first you don't succeed…"

"…Give up," her brother finished. "And it wasn't the mariner, it was the wedding guest. But it's not a case of trying again if you fail - the consequences of failure are sometimes impossible to rectify. Invariably you end up making things worse."

Alison turned back to the window. "Whatever," she said in disappointment. "Why do you keep the book, then?"

Michael shrugged uncomfortably. "Well I wouldn't want it falling into the wrong hands," he said.

"So why not destroy it?"

"Oh I couldn't do that - it's far too old, valuable and unique. It would be like … I don't know … dismantling Stonehenge or something."

"What are you going to do with it, then?"

"Just keep it, I suppose. Pass it on to my kids eventually, assuming I have any. Or to you, if I don't - if you promise not to try using it."

Alison said nothing. She knew perfectly well that she would not promise any such thing. If she ever got hold of that book, nothing would prevent her from experimenting with it. She changed the subject. "So you'll be back next Saturday, then?" she asked.

"Yes, sometime in the afternoon," he confirmed. "It's a long drive down from Newcastle - I'll probably leave early in the morning and stop for lunch somewhere on the way. You going to be studying hard while I'm gone?"

Alison shrugged. "Sure," she said. "Mr Allen's set some pretty tough assignments." Then she frowned in annoyance. "You know, that arsehole actually said to me it was weird that I was living with my brother!"

Michael pursed his lips. "Well what did he think you should do after Mum … you know…?"

"I know! I said that to him. He said I should be living with my grandparents or something."

"What an idiot. As if you'd move out of the city away from all your friends… What a prat."

"Yeah. Anyway he lightened up a bit when I told him how old you were. But even so."

She lapsed into silence and neither of them said much for the rest of the journey home. Michael backed into the driveway and Alison got out. She walked around to the driver's side, where Michael was winding down his window.

"You got everything you need?" he asked her. "House keys?"

Alison patted her pocket. It clinked. "And sixty pounds in cash," she said. "I'll be fine."

"Well there's plenty of food in both the fridge and the freezer," said Michael. "My mobile phone's playing up at the moment, so you won't be able to call me, but I'll call you every evening to make sure you're doing okay."

"That's not necessary," Alison assured him. "I'll be fine. Now go on, and don't worry about me."

"It's my job to worry about you," he responded. "I'll call you tonight at least, just in case you think of anything you need to tell me or ask me."

"Okay. Bye then."

"Cheerio."

She waved to him as he drove out of the driveway and headed off down the road. Then she turned, pulled out her keys, and entered the house. Hesitating only for a moment, she ran upstairs and pulled down the loft ladder. She knew where Michael kept his spell book, and she was determined to have another look at it, at the very least.

Ten minutes later she was sitting in front of Michael's computer with the book, reading through both the spells and their translations that Michael had painstakingly typed up in several Word documents. It made fascinating reading, but she soon found that Michael's work was unfinished - some of the spells were only partially translated, and some had not been translated at all.

One particular spell caught her eye. It was a cure for constipation. Michael had only translated the first couple of lines, but it was obvious what the spell was designed to do. Although she would never have admitted it to Michael, Alison often suffered from this complaint, and she always hated asking for appropriate medicine over the counter at the chemist. It was too embarrassing for words.

She stared thoughtfully at the spell, saying the strange Old English words to herself in her head. It did not seem very hard, and it was surely a harmless enough spell to begin with. Michael had written "Spell 331: Relief of Constipation. Provides immediate relief, softening stools and causing their rapid, easy expulsion from the bowels." There was plenty more writing in Old English, but Michael had not seen fit to translate it. Perhaps that was because it was not important enough to warrant translation.

Further reading unearthed some other spells she was keen to try, but the constipation one sounded the simplest and most straightforward. She took the book downstairs and turned the kettle on to boil some water. Michael's notes at the front of the book explained how spells were to be cast, and she knew that she needed a weak sugar solution in order to cast the spell. She drew a circle on the floor with a felt-tip pen, and waited impatiently for the water to boil. Eventually it did so, and she poured it into a cup and stirred a spoonful of sugar into it. When it had dissolved, she poured it on to the floor in the middle of the circle, and spread the liquid around until it completely covered the circular area. Then she stepped into the circle, and cast the spell…

That evening, while she was watching television, the urge came upon her to go to the loo. Remembering the spell, she excitedly ran up to the bathroom, took off her skirt and panties, and sat down on the toilet. No sooner had she done so than her anus opened up and a long, soft poo slid out of her rectum and splashed into the water. After a series of difficult and painful evacuations over the past month or so, this was a blessed relief. Beaming with pleasure and pride in her successful casting of the spell, Alison wiped herself, flushed, and washed her hands. Returning to Michael's computer, she continued reading the translations, wondering what other spells she could cast.

Spell 102 caught her eye. According to her brother's notes, it gave non-living objects limited power of movement, so that they would act in a desired fashion. If the spell was cast on a bowling ball (as Michael's example described) it would always make a strike, no matter how badly it was thrown. If cast on a pendulum clock, it would never run down or lose time. Apparently the spell had trouble with electrical appliances, but otherwise it was quite powerful, and Alison decided to try it right away.

She returned to the kitchen and made up some more sugar solution. Spreading it around inside the circle, she stepped on to the wet patch of linoleum and recited the spell, concentrating on her wristwatch as she did so. The watch was a gift from her late mother, a beautiful old analogue watch with a tiny knob on the side for winding it up. Alison, used to battery-operated watches from an early age, frequently forgot to wind it up and often had to spend long frustrating minutes winding the hands around to their correct positions once the mechanism had wound down. Perhaps, she thought to herself, this spell would enable the watch to take care of its own maintenance.

It was, of course, impossible to tell whether the spell had worked or not, and would be for some time. But she had high hopes as she ascended the stairs once again to continue reading the spell book. Over the course of the next couple of hours, she found several spells that intrigued her, and she tried one or two of them out. There was one that caused objects (again non-living) to replicate themselves, and she cast this one on the money in her wallet. This, she felt, might well prove extremely useful. She might never have to work for a living!

Another spell set her heart racing as she read it. It was a spell to cause a sentient being to become sexually attracted to you. Excitedly she ran to her room and rummaged through her bag. She soon found what she was looking for: a photo of Vince Lambert, one of the senior boys at her school. She had worshiped him from afar for years, but he had always ignored her. Now, however, things would be different. She took the spell book and the photo downstairs, stood in the middle of the still-wet circle, and read out the spell, concentrating on the photo in front of her.

Satisfied with her work, she put the spell book in the study next to the computer and went back to watching television. The phone rang a few minutes later, and she got up to answer the phone in the hall. It was her brother.

"Hi," she said. "Oh good… Yes, I've had something to eat. Stop worrying! How was your journey? … Oh, really? Bummer! … Well, at least you've got there safely… No, everything's fine here. I have everything I need… Yes I'm sure! Just… No, you don't need to call me every night… Well that's all right - if I do need anything, or if there's some emergency, I can call Aunt Beth… Uh-huh… Actually I was just in the middle of watching Red Dwarf, but it's okay… All right. Talk to you soon then. Bye."

She hung up and returned to the settee in the living room. At about ten o'clock she felt like she needed to go to the toilet again, so she climbed the stairs and entered the bathroom. Sitting down, she strained and was somewhat surprised when a soft poo, even longer than the earlier one, slid easily out of her anus and dropped into the water below. She got up and glanced down into the bowl, then gasped as she saw it twitch, apparently of its own accord. Eyes wide, she stared at it for a full minute, wondering if it would move again. And then, suddenly, it did. It began to bend in the middle, taking on the rough shape of a banana, and then it flexed itself again.

Alison did not wait for it to move again. She leaped forward and flushed the toilet, sending her poo around the U-bend with all possible speed. She shuddered as she wiped herself. What had that been all about? Was it magic? Had one of her spells somehow affected her poo? It did not seem feasible.

Putting the matter out of her mind, she brushed her teeth and got ready for bed. Putting on a t-shirt and a fresh pair of panties, she climbed between the sheets, then she switched off her light and thought about Vince and how he might behave the next time he saw her. Before long she fell asleep.

Shortly after eleven she woke up with a start. Her bowels felt full again. A cold sweat broke out upon her brow. How was this possible? She had been twice in the last four hours, and had passed copious quantities of faecal matter. What was going on?

She got up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Standing up, she stumbled towards the door, still half-asleep. But then something happened to bring her abruptly to her senses: her panties suddenly filled up with poo.

She squealed in alarm and her hand shot back to cradle her sagging panties. The expulsion had occurred completely without warning, a long soft turd firing out of her anus and curling up around her buttocks. Cursing, she began to waddle towards the bathroom, trying not to lose any of the poo out of the sides of her panties.

But then she stopped in her tracks, stiffening in alarm. The poo was moving! She could definitely feel it writhing about of its own accord inside her underwear. The next second she gasped in horror as she felt her vagina being forced open and her poo snaking its way into her cunt. In a panic she ran to the bathroom, while the rest of her poo continued to slither into her, penetrating her like an immensely long, soft, disgusting brown penis.

She reached the toilet and pulled her panties down quickly. But there was no more poo left in them - just a brown stain and streaky marks. Bending down frantically to look between her legs, she saw the very end of her long poo disappearing inside her vagina. She grabbed at it, but she was too late. Screwing up her face in disgust, she stuck two fingers into her cunt, feeling around for the poo. But whether it felt her coming or because it had a further purpose, it retreated deeper into her body and evaded her questing touch.

Now extremely worried, Alison lay down on the floor in an attempt to get a better angle, and she pushed her fingers as deep inside her cunt as possible. But it was no use - the poo had somehow forced itself into her womb. Alison gave up, and looked down at her abdomen. It was distended, as if she were full of wind or … and here she shuddered at the thought … a couple of months pregnant.

Shakily she got to her feet. What was she to do now? Call for an ambulance? What on Earth would she tell them? She pulled some toilet paper from the roll fixed to the wall, and painstakingly wiped herself clean. Maybe, she thought to herself, the poo would come out by itself. At any rate there did not seem to be much she could do about it at the moment.

She returned to her bedroom, put on a clean pair of panties, and lay down, though she knew she would not be able to sleep. She fancied she could feel something stirring inside her belly, but the sensation was brief and she decided after a minute that she had probably imagined it. She pulled the covers up to her neck and huddled under them, hoping her brother would call again soon.

An hour later she awoke suddenly. Something was wrong. She felt … full. A great pressure was building up in her abdomen. She quickly reached over and turned her bedside light on, then threw back the covers. She screamed in terror as she saw that her belly had swelled up like a balloon - she looked nine months pregnant. And whatever was inside her was moving, and pushing outwards. Involuntarily Alison spread her legs apart, preparing to give birth, but then she realised she was still wearing her panties. She reached down to try to remove them, but it was difficult to negotiate her vast bulge. And no sooner had she grabbed hold of them than a massive contraction hit her and she cried out in pain.

She strained hard, spreading her legs and trying to breathe like women did in hospital dramas when they were giving birth. She felt her vaginal opening dilate as her monstrous cargo fought to escape from her body. Raising her legs after the contraction had subsided, she finally managed to pull her panties off, and she tossed them on to the floor. Then another contraction hit, and she felt as if her groin was on fire as a huge round object forced its way through her orifice. For an instant she was stretched wider than she would have thought possible, and then suddenly the object was through, and she sank back on to her pillow, exhausted.

But more was to come. She could feel that the object was still half inside her and half outside, and she raised herself up on to her elbows to see what exactly it was. From the vile smell of excrement, she knew what it was made of, but she was shocked at the truly awful sight that met her eyes.

She was looking at the head of a baby. At the sight she screamed with horror, then strained for all she was worth to get the rest of the hideous creature out of her body. With a wet, slithering sound, it emerged completely: an infant apparently made entirely out of poo, rather thinner than a human baby, but considerably longer. Its head, mercifully, was quite small, otherwise she would surely have been split open as it came out.

The creature kicked its arms and legs feebly as Alison watched it in horror. Then a sudden resolve came upon her, and she grabbed hold of it and got up off the bed. It struggled in her hands, and her fingers sank into its flesh which, she discovered, was no more and no less than pure poo. She shuddered and rushed through to the bathroom, where she deposited the disgusting thing in the toilet. Then she flushed.

The baby was far too big to be flushed, however, and it was also none too keen on Alison's plan. Here it proved itself rather more precocious than a human baby, for it pulled itself upright and began climbing out of the bowl even as the flushing water poured over it. Alison backed away, horrified, as it turned beady little brown-within-brown eyes upon her. Then it smiled slowly, revealing a wide, toothless mouth in which lolled what could only be described as a tongue.

Alison fled, hurrying back to her bedroom and slamming the door behind her. She threw herself on her bed, sobbing, wondering how she was ever going to get herself out of this mess. It was all the fault of the spells she had cast, she had no doubt of that, though she had no idea how or why they had gone wrong.

And then she realised that her bowels were full again. She badly needed to poo, but the thought of going back to the bathroom to face that … thing … it was too awful a concept for words. But her dilemma soon became academic - a long, slender poo slithered out of her anus without warning and then immediately itself turned around, its rounded front end seeking her cunt.

But Alison was too quick. In a flash she had rolled over and jumped off the bed, whereupon she ran for the door as if terrified that her poo would try to come after her. Opening it, she hurried through, only to trip over the nightmarish creature to which she had given birth just a few minutes ago. She fell to the floor, hitting her head on a large, ceramic plant pot which contained a three-year-old yucca. Dazed, she rolled over on to her back, then gasped as she saw that her faecal offspring had apparently grown larger since she had last seen it. It was almost three feet tall, and it was standing upright with the confidence of a human child of the same height.

Without a sound, it pounced upon Alison, landing on her stomach and leaving brown smears of poo all over her flesh where the t-shirt had ridden up to expose her midriff. It reached for her face with two chubby brown arms, and she grabbed hold of its wrists with her hands. Its flesh was soft and her fingers sank into the poo, but although she squeezed as hard as she could, she could not break or sever the horrible infant's limbs. A centimetre or two beneath the squishy excremental epidermis lay a tough skeletal framework of highly compressed poo, and this effectively held the abominable creature together in one piece.

She wrestled with it for a few seconds, then cried out in alarm and clamped her legs together as she felt something probe between the lips of her pussy. With a sinking heart and a churning stomach she felt her vaginal opening widen as her most recent poo slid smoothly into her cunt. Summoning all her strength she rolled over on to her side, hurling the poo-child down the stairs. Then she scrabbled at her pussy, inserting her fingers into her cunt, but once again it was too late - the turd was entrenched deep within her body.

This was the last straw. She just had to do something. Perhaps there was a spell for this type of emergency. She got to her feet and dashed into the study, slamming the door behind her.

As she reached out to switch the computer on, she realised that her hands were covered in poo. Indeed, so were her arms, her inner thighs, her shins, and most of her front. She took off her t-shirt and wiped herself down thoroughly, managing to get herself pretty clean within a minute or two. She tossed the t-shirt in a corner - it was now disgustingly filthy.

She switched on the computer and waited impatiently for Windows to load up. She forced herself to relax, to calm down, while she opened the spell book and flicked through it idly. She could understand hardly anything without her brother's computerised notes, but it was at least something to do.

The hard drive finally stopped whirring, and she loaded up the spell translations document. Poring through it, she searched for some reference to reversing the effects of spells, but after half an hour of reading she began to despair of finding such a thing.

And then the door handle began to turn. Paralysed with fear, Alison watched as it rotated through ninety degrees, whereupon the door started to open, pushed from without. Alison leapt to her feet and charged against the door, shutting it again and holding the handle firmly in place. It tried to turn underneath her fingers, but her grip was tight and she successfully resisted the attempt.

But how long could she stay here? She realised she needed something to brace the door with, and cast her eyes about the room. There did not seem to be anything that would serve the purpose, but then, what was the point in barricading herself in here? There was no phone in this room, unfortunately, so she could not even call for the emergency services.

Her gaze lit upon her stomach, and a cold sweat broke out upon her brow as she noticed her abdomen was bulging as if she were five or six months along. This was no good - in another half-hour she would be giving birth to another poo-baby, and then what would she do?

Leaning over as far as she could without letting go of the door handle, she turned the computer monitor so that it was facing her. Pulling the keyboard towards her, she managed to reach the Page Up and Page Down keys, which she used to continue searching through the document.

Twenty minutes later, something that sounded pretty large was hurling itself against the study door with a loud THUD, THUD sound. The handle quickly turned beneath her grasp and she yelped, but she managed to keep it under her control. Continuing through the translations, she suddenly came across what she was looking for: a cancellation spell. Reading through it carefully, she worked out what she needed to do and memorised the strange Old English words.

Now it was time to make a dash for the kitchen. She took a deep breath, then pulled open the study door and ran out on to the landing, straight into the waiting arms of her hour-old poo-child, which was now more than six feet tall and built like a heavyweight boxer. She screamed as it wrapped its arms around her, pulling her against its foul, squishy body. Her naked breasts pressed into its stomach, sinking deep into the soft poo. Her pregnant bulge did likewise, then slid up the creature's torso as it lifted Alison bodily off the ground.

She screamed again and began kicking at it, but although her toes sank a couple of inches into the monster's legs with each blow, it did not appear to feel any pain. It carried her through into her bedroom and threw her down on to her bed. Before she had time to roll out from under it, it had lowered itself on top of her, pinning her down so she could not move. In the illumination of her bedside light, she watched in horror as its moist, knobbly, evil-smelling face approached hers with a sickening inevitability. Its mouth opened and a long, brown tongue snaked out, seeking her lips.

Eyes wide with terror, Alison kept her lips firmly shut, but the creature's tongue merely began to lick all over her face, coating her cheeks, nose, forehead, chin and eyelids with sticky wet poo. In doing so, perhaps inadvertently, it pushed some poo up into both of her nostrils, so that she could not breathe. She was forced to open her mouth to take a gulp of air, and in that moment the disgusting long tongue of poo slid into her mouth and began to wrestle with her own tongue in a vile French kiss.

She exhaled sharply through her nose, blasting her nostrils free of poo, and began to hyperventilate as her brain refused to acknowledge what was happening to her. She felt the monster's tongue probe the back of her throat, causing her to gag, but she managed to hold her supper down as the immensely long tongue snaked down her oesophagus towards her stomach.

A moment later she experienced her first contraction. The creature apparently felt it, too, for it withdrew its tongue and got up on to its knees, straddling her. Alison tried to get up, but it dispassionately shoved her back down. Turning around so that it had its back to her face, it sat heavily on her chest and bent down to have a look at her pussy. It pulled her legs apart, and Alison beat upon its lower back with her fists, to no avail.

Another contraction came, and she began to strain to force the new poo-baby out. The huge monster sitting astride her began to massage her pussy, sliding its squishy hands up and down over her clit and labia. This caused her to shudder with revulsion, but it seemed to help a little with the pain.

With the next contraction the new poo-baby emerged, inch by inch, until the adult monster could get hold of it. The huge creature pulled it out and turned around with a great beam upon its brown face, showing Alison the little version of itself that she had just given birth to. She turned away, tears pouring down her cheeks.

The monster set the infant down on the bed next to him, then it lay back down on top of Alison, who was still on her back with her legs spread. She was trying to ignore what was happening, to think of something else, but this became impossible when she felt something new enter her abused vagina. Looking up with a shocked expression into the smiling face of the adult creature on top of her, she realised it had just inserted a large, faecal penis into her. It began to thrust, pumping its hard member in and out of her cunt, while its open mouth drooled liquid poo on to her face. She turned her face to one side and spat in disgust.

As the disgusting beast fucked her with what was in fact simply a very firm poo, Alison tried to work out what had gone wrong with her spells. The first one she had cast, she recalled, had been to relieve her constipation. This had apparently worked. So what had gone wrong? Were these ghastly events all side-effects of that spell? It seemed hard to believe.

The second spell had been supposed to grant her wristwatch the ability to move of its own accord. Had this one, perhaps, backfired? Had the spell been cast not on her watch but on the poo inside her? But why should this be the case? Alison had no idea about this, but it was looking likely that this is what had happened.

Another of her spells caused objects to replicate themselves. Again, this fit the profile. Yet another spell, cast on the photo of her beloved Vince, was supposed to make him lust after her. And again, this spell had apparently been cast on her poo. But why? What had she done wrong?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden increase in the pace of the monster's thrusting. Its body trembled and its hands gripped her shoulders tightly. She felt a surge of warm diarrhoea flood up into her cunt and, though she did not know it, into her womb, where a dozen or so tiny new poo-embryos began to grow at an exponential rate.

The monster had now grabbed her wrists and pushed them up to the headboard, where Alison's second poo-child was waiting with a pair of her stockings. It began to inexpertly tie her left wrist to one of the vertical wooden bars, and Alison, once she realised this, began to struggle with renewed vigour. The adult monster held her fast, however, and within ten minutes the task was complete: Alison was securely tied and would not be able to free herself without help. And help was a very long way away.

The adult monster, now a good seven feet in height, pushed Alison's knees up against her chest and began to shove its penis, which had recovered its hardness, into her anus. She cried out in pain and horror, but there was nothing she could do, and soon the monster's penis was buried deep inside her, thrusting back and forth and seemingly growing larger all the time.

For a good half hour the monster fucked Alison's rectum, and she could do nothing but watch helplessly while her second child grew larger and larger. By the time the adult had pumped a couple of pints of diarrhoea into her bowels, the child was approaching four feet in height and its erect penis was obviously troubling it. As soon as its big brother pulled out of Alison's anus amid a torrent of liquid poo, it positioned itself between her legs and hammered its erection into her cunt. As Alison glanced down to look at it despite herself, she noticed with a numb feeling of self-loathing that her belly was back to its maximum bulging size.

But it did not stop there, and she was far from ready to give birth. As Offspring Number Two had its way with her over the next fifteen minutes, Alison's belly grew to unheard-of proportions, exceeding football-size, then basketball-size, and finally approaching beachball-size as her faecal rapist shot his load into her. She felt certain she must be about to explode, when her first contraction suddenly hit and she began to strain hard in an attempt to give birth.

Over the next half hour, she gave birth to one after another of her first poo-child's own children, popping one out every minute or so. By the time she had finished, her second offspring was as large as the first, and the first of the new batch was already half-grown and ready for its first fuck, which the adults generously allowed it.

And now her bowels were full again, and a two-foot-long snake of a poo slithered out of her anus. She was completely unable to prevent it from entering her cunt, and so it took up residence within her womb alongside the growing embryos of her second child.

From then on Alison was being screwed constantly by a never-ending succession of poo monsters. An hour later, her room was so crowded that some of the monsters had to go out and wait on the landing for their turn. By that time she was also giving birth again, to a whole new batch. Frustrated that they could not screw her while she was giving birth, several of the adults stood around her and masturbated until they showered her body with copious quantities of diarrhoea. Her hair was soaked in the stuff, her body covered in it, and still she was popping out more baby monsters who would soon add to her torment. She wanted to die.

At five-thirty in the morning, when she had just given birth to her forty-ninth poo-child - the last of the latest batch - an exhausted Alison was surprised to find her hands being untied. She sat up and began to rub her wrists, but powerful arms told hold of her and she was lifted and carried out of the room. Cradled in the arms of a seven-foot poo monster, she was as helpless as ever, but she struggled nonetheless as she was taken downstairs to the front door, which was being held open by one of the monsters.

It was light outside by now, but still quiet. A cool breeze caressed Alison's naked body as she was taken outside and around to the back of the house. Seizing her chance to attract the attention of her huge-breasted next-door neighbour, Karen, she opened her mouth and screamed, but a quick slap of a squishy brown hand over her mouth silenced her.

She was passed over the fence to a waiting monster, who then held her impaled her on his penis and fucked her while, one by one, all the monsters climbed over the fence. Seeing the filthy mess they were all leaving behind them, Alison was cheered by the thought that at least her brother would be able to track her, if she remained a captive until he got back. Then, once the awful beast holding her had filled her womb with more diarrhoea, she was carted off again, and it seemed the monsters were heading for the farmland at the edge of the town. This worried Alison - if the creatures managed to get her out into the countryside, it would be much easier for them to remain undetected, and to keep hold of her. She could not allow that to happen.

Five minutes later, as she was being passed over a brick wall, Alison judged she now had as good an opportunity for escape as she was likely to get. She kicked desperately and managed to free her leg just as the monster behind her let go of her arms. Now straddling the brick wall, she jumped up and started running along it, overjoyed to be free yet terribly fearful of being recaptured. She dropped down into a well-tended garden, stumbled, then recovered herself and continued running. A couple of thuds behind her told her that her pursuers were not far away.

Increasing her pace to a sprint, the naked, poo-covered girl vaulted a wooden gate and dashed out into the road, where she turned and ran for her life. A glance behind her confirmed her fears - the nearest monsters were less than twenty yards away and gaining on her, leaving messy brown footprints as they ran.

She ducked suddenly into a narrow alley, hoping to find a ladder that she could climb - she fancied she was probably more agile than they, and decided her best chance of escaping would be to choose routes that the monsters would find difficult, given their rather unique anatomical characteristics.

But the alley contained no ladders that she could see, only a number of doorways that she dared not try for fear they should lead into rooms with no other exits. On her left she spotted another alley, and she darted into it, hoping the monsters had not yet turned the last corner and would now lose her.

The alley, however, proved to be a dead end, and her heart sank. But then she noticed a manhole cover set into the concrete floor, and she quickly ran over to it and struggled to pull it open. It was heavy, but she managed to lift it and push it to one side of the hole. Peering down, she saw a ladder that led downward into the darkness. She swung her legs into the manhole and began to descend.

As her head reached the level of the ground, she tried to grab the manhole cover and pull it across the hole. But at that moment she heard the wet thudding of the monsters' feet, and saw them charging down the alley towards her. With a shriek, she abandoned the cover and quickly climbed down the ladder until she reached the bottom, twenty feet or so below. She found herself in cold, ankle-deep water, but it was so dark she could not see what kind of tunnel she was in or where the exits led.

Feeling around with her hands, she began to blunder blindly along the tunnel, wishing she had a torch. The squeaks of rats sent a chill running down her spine, but she bravely continued as quickly as she could. Splashing sounds behind her indicated that the monsters were still following, and she started running more quickly even though she knew she might at any moment hit something hard that would give her a nasty injury at this speed.

A step downwards caused her to trip and fall, but she splashed into the shallow water without any harm. Getting up, she realised she was at a junction, and turned left. Feeling along the wall for a ladder, she ran a little more cautiously, until she came to a point where the wall seemed to stop.

Further tactile investigation revealed she had come to an alcove in the wall, and this gave her an idea. Squeezing herself into the alcove, she kept very still in the hope that the creatures would pass by and not notice her. Hardly daring to breathe, she tried to ignore the rats running over her feet. One of them gave her ankle a nip and she fought down a yelp, then kicked the animal out into the tunnel. Placing her hands on her belly, she realised she was extremely pregnant again.

Then the first of the monsters came running past, closely followed by several others. After a short interval, some more arrived, jogging more slowly, and behind these were others that were walking, feeling their way along the walls. Alison, crouching down in her hiding place, prayed that she would not be discovered.

And, somehow, she was not. When she judged that about fifty monsters had passed by her, she tiptoed out of her alcove and began to retrace her steps. This proved to be difficult. Her belly was now bigger than a basketball and extremely heavy - she could manage only a slow walking pace and had to stop and rest every few minutes. All the time, of course, she was getting even bigger, and fifteen minutes later, at which point she judged she was truly lost, she sank to the floor under the weight of a beachball-sized bulge.

A contraction came upon her and she cried out involuntarily. A moment later the first poo-baby of the new brood began to emerge. She lay on her back and feebly tried to ward off the rats that scrambled over her body, nipping at her breasts, her arms, her legs and her torso, while she strained to expel the grotesque life-forms she had created.

Twenty minutes later, when the forty-nine adult poo monsters found her, she was still giving birth. In their tiny little minds they rejoiced. They had found their mother-goddess, and she in turn had found them a new home, one in which they were unlikely to be discovered, where they could hide out and multiply, filling the vast city sewer system with hundreds of their kind, all born to this beautiful woman who lay before them. Once she had finished giving birth to the latest brood, all fifty adults would take it in turns to fuck both her cunt and her anus, and after that, the new arrivals would be big enough to do the same. And by then this wonderful woman would be ready to give birth again. And again. And again…

THE END

Swimming pool toilet experience, and my sister in law.

This might be my last post for a while, unless the webmaster comes up with a solution to allow posts via the UK Virgin internet network. It's really frustrating being able to read, but not post. 

For Yan..... 

You obviously enjoyed my stories...you are about the same age now as I was then, and it's probably the only time of your life when you might find same sex toilet experiences interesting and exciting, so make the best of it...it gets more interesting though when you are older if you get the chance to listen to, or watch girls use the toilet. If you want to have the best chance of hearing someone else doing a poo, I found that 9-half 9 in the mornings was a good time...quite a lot of boys in my age group seemed to need to go at that time. 
There was only about one more swimming pool toilet experience that sticks in my mind, it was round about the same time. I decided I'd go on my own one day do swim some lengths. I had been a bit constipated, and felt uncomfortable, so I decided to go and sit on the toilet before getting in the pool. All 3 cubicles were empty, so I took the middle one, took my shorts off, and sat down. I strained a little, and managed to pass a few small hard lumps of poo...it was quite an effort. I'd been sitting there a few minutes, when I heard someone running up to the toilets, and the door to my left slammed shut. Almost immediately, I heard PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP about 6 quite heavy plops in quick succession......I peeped under the cubicle, and could just see a pair of very wet feet, about my size, with a pair of green shorts above them.....obviously someone who had been in the water, and had a desperate urge brought on my the exercise...He started wiping, and had finished and flushed, all in probably less than 2 minutes....I was surprised that anyone could know there was no more poo waiting to come out...I often do some more, even after I think I've finished. Again, I was really jealous that someone could poo so easily when I always had a struggle......That really is all that I can remember about swimming pool toilet experiences. I'm still quite happy to have a poo at the pool, but prefer it if no one is next to me nowadays... 

Now, for something in more recent years, I have a lovely sister in law called Sandra...petite, thick shoulder length red hair, pretty face,wears glasses, about 5'2" and very open about her toilet habits, much to the disgust of her eldest sister...my wife, who is very uptight about such things. Sandra is a bit anal...no pun intended... about having a poo....she often goes about 3 times a day...she says if she feels the slightest sensation in her bottom, that she has to go and get rid of it. She will actually say that she is going for a poo... so needless to say, I have heard her doing a poo when she has stayed, or visited our house, also heard her at very close quarters when we all had a canal boat holiday and caravan holidays together, but the best one, was when we stayed at her house. It was a few years ago, when she was about 40....we were all working on a local 1940s weekend...our sons were camping on the exhibition field with their uncle, and I, my wife and daughter were staying with Sandra for the night. I decided to sleep on the sofa downstairs, my wife and Sandra, sharing the main bedroom so they could talk about whatever sisters talk about. The flush on the upstairs loo was broken at the time, and in the morning, I heard Sandra tell my wife that she had to use the downstairs toilet as she needed to poo. Sandra came down, wearing nothing but a very short night dress...have to say she's a real hottie :) We chatted a bit, before she said 'I have to poo' and went in to the downstairs loo and locked the door. I tiptoed to the door which was dead opposite the kitchen door, so it wouldn't look odd if someone else came down....I was just on my way to put the kettle on......anyway...I heard Sandra start to release a very long, hissy wee. it was very quiet in the house, so I could hear everything. After she had finished dribbling, all was quiet for a minute, then I heard her start to grunt softly...nnnnffff.....nnnfff Plop..plop...plop...plop.....nnnffff...plop.plop....MMMnnnfff KERPLOPPPPPP.......plop.plop.plop........she had obviously had a very satisfying poo, starting with little hard lumps, before passing a big heavy log. I thought she would start to wipe, but instead, she was very quiet....after a couple of minutes, I heard nnnfff.....and she did a small wee.....closely followed by SSSSSSPLAAAARTTTTT!!! pliplopploplopplopliplipplop....she obviously had still felt full and needed to wait awhile for a semi liquid poo to work it's way through her system. At his point I heard her whisper to herself 'that's better' and she started to pull paper off and wipe herself. She wiped about 6 times, and flushed. I expected her to wash her hands and come out then, but was surprised to hear her pull more paper off and wipe about 6 more times...she must have got quite sticky...before flushing again. 
I settled back on the sofa...she came out, and smiled at me. I said I was glad she wasn't any longer, as I needed to go. she said I might want to wait, as she'd left a strong smell...well....she wouldn't realise that suited me fine. I went in to the loo, and locked the door....there was a nice strong healthy smell of Sandra's poo, and just a few browny/yellow poo streaks in the bottom of the pan. I sat down on the nice warm seat...she'd been on it for 10 minutes, and had a really satisfying poo myself, and made the best of the moment in another way, thinking how lucky I was to be able to go straight after my lovely sister in law.... 
I'll tell about some of my experiences at work another time....and the poo I heard my youngest sister in law take on a caravan toilet last year. 

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Crystal 

What come in will come out

Well Steven A it's my diet and I don't like to wait for long periods to poop, basically I'm a almost vegetarian just eat some meat, Thanks Brandon T 

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Tinfoil Hat

To Anatomy Student, first fact details

Wow. That's impressive for sure. I wonder what that special diet could be, having tried nearly any combination of fiber increments in varying quantities to no extreme results, never holding it in on purpose of course (not willing to risk ending with an impaction or with constipation issues). Abnormal amounts of roughage and protein together, perhaps? 
Not everyone comes with such hi cap bowels, anyway. 

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Bianca 

Dolls That Poop

Hi everyone, 
I'd like to know if any of you as a child played with a doll that pooped, or peed. I'm an adult, but I still enjoy dolls. Currently, I have a talking baby alive one that can poop, or pee. I used the diapers she came with, so she hasn't wet in awhile. She has a tube that runs from the back of her mouth to her butt, so the poop, and pee can feel real (the doll comes with food packets you mix with water). My favorite phrase is "I love you mommy!". This is one of her shut off comments, not one that is heard periodically while she's on. I also had a pee-only doll a year ago that cried when water touched a sensor somewhere around his pee-pee area (yes, it had a boy's pee-pee

Yan
#George: tell more swimming pool stories. I am 12. I cannot wait until I try a public pool in the United States.

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Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Althea as always another great story it sounds like you and Camille both had really good poops that day and I look forward to your next post thanks. 

To: Linda I bet once you got that monster out you felt a ton better. 

To: THE CURIOUS SKIDMARK GAL as always another great story it sounds like you really had to go bad and alot to and i bet you felt pretty good afterwards to and I look forward to your next post thanks. 

To: Thirty Something Female great story as always. 

To: Big Girl great fart story. 

To: Bianca great pooping story. 

Well thats all for now. 

Sincerly Brandon T 

PS. I love this site 

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JOHN

Close Encounters

Tth reason for this post title is that I dedicate it to Megan. In your case hun it was "Close Encounters of the Turd Kind" bearing in mind the dodgy locks you encountered! I must say again its good to have you back because you always tell it well. 

As for me my turds have taken on a different stance these past couple of days; the usual couple or three logs but of the tarry consistency which means that the clean up is actually taking more than the production! And my diet hasn't changed. Any comments would be welcome guys! 

Love each and everyone of you on this forum. John b 

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Saturday, March 22, 2014

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George

2nd poo in swimming pool toilet.

Hello Again. 

Thought I would post this while I can still access the site. It was round about the same time as my previous post, but during the school holiday. I had decided to go swimming one morning with a couple of friends, Lee and Keith. It was still at the time when I was constipated as well, and I had taken a couple of Senokot laxatives the night before. For anyone who doesn't know, this is a natural laxative, that doesn't bulk up poo, but makes it very soft, it also can cause quite bad belly cramps. Well..I tried to go poo that morning before I went out, but no luck..so I set offto meet my friends.....Lee said he nearly didn't come, as he'd had really bad diarrhoea that morning...lucky him I though...at least he'd had a good clearout...anyway..as we got nearer to the swimming pool, my belly started to cramp, and I wanted to fart, but I knew there was a poo on it's way. Anyway, we got there, changed, and handed our baskets of clothes in to the attendant, in the days before lockers...a bit embarrassed, I told my friends to go on ahead, as I needed to sit on the toilet and I'd got bad belly ache. Lee laughed, saying I know how you feel.Out of the 3 cubicles, the middle and left were vacant, the third being in use, so I went in the left one. Things were getting a bit urgent, and I knew I'd poo a lot, so to make sure I was really comfortable, I took my shorts right off and hung them on the door lock. 
I sat down, and leaned back slightly, my legs wide open, and just relaxed. A few drops of liquid poo came out of my bum, followed by a few small lumps, then a massive explosion of runny poo, that when I looked, had coated the front of the toilet pan above the water. I felt instant relief, but my belly still hurt. I changed my position to leaning forward, hands and forearms pressing my belly, and feet tucked sort of towards the back of toilet pan. 
While I was trying to poo some more, there was the noise of a small group of boys who were talking excitedly, and stopped near the toilets. I heard one say don't wait, I have to go No.2. the others were taking the mick out of him, but went anyway, and the one needing the loo came in to the cubicle next to mine. I was a little surprised to see a pair of shorts almost come under the partition...he had obviously decided like me to take them off, but had thrown them on the floor. I heard him sit down heavily. 
Straighaway came the sound of..PLOP.....PLOP......plop..plop..plop...plop.....then a long pause...then plip.plop.plop.plop.plop.plopplipplipplop..I heard him sigh with relief....he must have been pretty desperate to poo..... and start pulling paper off the roll. 
He seemed to be messing about during wiping....it must have been 6-8 times with a long pause between each wipe. In the meantime, I had wiped, and wanted to get out before my neighbour, as I had made quite a smell, and felt a bit embarrassed about being seen. I flushed and opened the door to then go and wash my hands. I was a bit put out to find my neighbour had decided to open his door, and come out at exactly the same time, and without flushing.....he was a small blond haired boy, about a year younger than me. I got the feeling he was curious to see who was doing a poo next to him. I was even more surprised to see him hare straight off to the pool without washing his hands.... 
I had washed my hands, when my belly suddenly cramped again, and I knew something wet wanted to leave my bum pretty damn quick.....I ran back to the toilets, and was dismayed to find only the one that my young neighbour had used was vacant. I slammed the door shut and slid the bolt, and was shocked to see what my neighbour had done.....he had as I guessed produced a bulky poo...a couple of biggish, smooth light brown logs, probably about 8 inches long, and an inch diameter, some smaller 'sausages' and some small fluffy lumps, but the crazy thing was that he had laid the used toilet paper all around the pan above the water, so his poo was clear to see. I was about to flush, but was about to explode, so just pulled my shorts down, squatted, and released a small, gassy diarrhoea explosion, most of which went all over the used toilet paper.....There was only a mild, healthy poo aroma left, by the other boy, and I sat there for a further few minutes releasing a little more diarrhoea. Finally, I wiped a few times, and out of character for me, did just the same as he did with my toilet paper, and didn't flush...for some reason, it felt good having a poo on top of someone elses...and leaving our joint effort for someone else to see....Pleased to say I grew out of doing such things....Hope some of you found this interesting or amusing....If I get chance, I'll write about my experiences with hearing ladies toilet activities in unisex or individual toilets at work in later life.... 

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Wiping [to Kennady]

I have been keeping count of my bowel movements for some years now, including the number of wipes I use. A wipe is a pad of three or four sheets of toilet paper folded into a single square. Once having pooped, I make as effective a pass as I can to get as much remaining poop as possible off my anus; then I refold that pad and make another pass, getting (I hope) much less poop the second pass. That constitutes my first wipe, which I drop into the toilet, generally as far forward as possible so I can still see my movement when I stand up. Then I take a second pad of 3 or 4 sheets and repeat the process: two passes over my anus, with the paper folded for the second one; that's the second wipe. Most of my movements require 3 wipes, or 6 passes with toilet paper; for the last pass, I apply a small dab of Noxzema or similar cleansing cream on the paper and use that to clean my anus and my anal canal (that way I can also feel up into the lowest portion of my rectum to see if I have emptied it well). So: 3 wipes, 6 passes of paper across my anus; that usually gets it reasonably clean, though of course to get it really clean requires a shower.